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

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

After a little over six hours, Jeff awoke. There was a bottle of water on the table and a note: use this phone to text me when you are up. About 15 minutes after he did this, Ezekiel came to the door bearing a tray with granola and youghurt, a banana, and a protein shake. After he’d eaten, Ezekiel took him into the bathroom and gently bathed him. After drying Jeff with a big fluffy white towel, Ezekiel rubbed ointment gently into his welts and marks, including all of the places he’d been pierced. Ezekiel then costed his small hand and his forearm with the ointment and gently slid it in to Jeff’s sore hole. Jeff hissed, but his well-trained and used hole opened easily and Ezekiel gently twisted and turned and got the soothing appointment in pretty deep. As Ezekiel gently slid out, Jeff ‘s big hole started throbbing and he whined. Ezekiel laughed and kissed him. “Your daddies put a time limit on your time here, but if they hadn’t, you would already been bound downstairs serving my masters’ fists.” Jeff grinned, “I think they changed me somehow, how can I want more sex after three days?” “It’s what they do, pretty boy,” Ezekiel said gently, “Teach pussy boy bottoms that they are really hungry, insatiable, cunts.” “In a few minutes your daddies are going to text you on that phone,” Ezekiel continued, “After they do that, you should take this pill,”—Ezekiel held up a very large blue pill—and go back to sleep.” Within a minute of Ezekiel’s leaving, the little phone chimed. The first was from Daddy Jose, a little repeating gif of Jeff cumming hands free while the twins striped his back. Underneath, Jose had written: You are the hottest boy on earth, cariño. You ready to serve your Daddies like that?” Jeff replied, “Fuck yes daddy, please.” Jose replied with a big light brown thumb’s up, matching his skin. A few seconds later Daddy Ben sent a one-minute highlight reel of Jeff begging while getting fucked by giant toys and screaming for more as Abdul and Omar fucked him with their depth trainers. “You gonna give yourself to me this way from now on, my beautiful boy?” “Yes, daddy, please. Come use me now, I am so horny for you and Daddy Jose’s fists and cocks.” “Not yet, baby boy, you need to sleep. Take that pill you were given and get some rest.” So Jeff obediently took the big pill and went to sleep.” Jeff awoke 12 hours later to the zing of a big shard dissolving in his ass. He opened his eyes and all he could see was Daddy Ben’s giant cock. He moved forward—his hands were restrained somehow on either side of Ben’s huge thick body, and purring “Yummy, daddy, yummy” he wallowed Ben’s cock to the root. Ben had barely had time to register his boy was awake, before he felt his cock enveloped in Jeff’s velvet throat. Ben bucked his hips up with a spasm of pleasure and sighed, “Fuuuuck, boy, I knew you’d have new skills after the twins trained you but Jesus!” Jeff purred and then moved Ben’s cock deeper until he’d swallowed his daddies giant balls as well. Ben relaxed back with a blissful expression on his face and Jose just laughed. Jose moved in and kissed his husband, toying with Ben’s big pecs and running his hands sensually down the hairy, jacked torso of his man. Jose and Ben looked down at Jeff, his face buried in Ben’s pubes, and smiled at Jeff. Jeff looked up, feeling Jose’s monster cock throbbing like a waiting panther between his shoulder blades, and his eyes shown with love, adoration and deep desire. Jose grinned and moved down, his shaved balls sliding down Jeff’s muscled back. Jeff arched up and whined, begging for a fuck, Jose just laughed and nipped Jeff’s perfect little ears. “Oh we are going to fuck and fist you into oblivion, cariño,” Jose said low in Jeff’s ear, “You ready for your new life as our cuntboy slave?” Jeff nodded around Ben’s cock. Ben reached down and pulled Jeff off his cock by his close-cropped golden hair. “Say it,” Ben commanded. Jeff grinned and spoke very clearly, “Yes Daddy Ben and Daddy Jose, please make me your cuntboy slave.” Jose grinned and slipped a red and yellow trimmed collar, jet black on the wide inner band, around the boys throat. Jose kissed him and then slipped his cock head into Jeff’s mouth and delivered a very strong stream of very foul chempiss into the boys throat. Jeff had learned long ago to be a good boy piss drinker, but he struggled a tiny bit, a some drops drizzled out of his mouth. But he kept the seal pretty well and guzzled the big Latin cock. Once the piss stopped he eagerly began to give his Daddy a blowjob. Pressing his little torso up and trying to gobble the big cock down like a Vienna sausage. Jose bent his legs—Jeff’s couldn’t get purchase because his cuffs were actually cruffed into little straps on each side of Ben’s rubber chaps. Ben reached down and held the boy hands, and Jeff was able to rise up and as he did so, he took Jose’s big tool smoothly into his mouth. Jose moaned, “Oh fuck, baby, if I didn’t want to fuck you so bad I’d just use your velvet throat.” After about five minutes, with Jeff straining in an awkward position and Jose getting tired of bending down, Jose gently pulled Jeff off his cock. Jose kissed Jeff and said, “You learned along time ago to be an excellent cocksucker, but those huge Turkish cocks have taken your skills to a new level.” Jeff started kissing Jose’s huge, shapely muscled thighs, and he said, “Oh god I missed you so much, papi.” “Get back on your Daddy Ben’s big cock,” Jose ordered, “Papi’s got to clean your boyhole.” Jose was amazed, but not really surprised , at how deep Jeff took the enema hose. They’d only ever sent one boy to be trained by the Turks—a spectacularly beautiful Thai-American boy named Jared Bui—and he’d come back with a very deep hole and throat as well. A few days of training with the Turks was incredibly expensive, though, so when Jared didn’t last past the 5 year mark, they hadn’t met a boy as perfect for them as Jeffy and so hadn’t sent another boy over. Jeff groaned, and Jose realized he hadn’t been paying attention, and had given the boy about 15 inches of hose. Jose reached down and slid a couple of shards into Jeff’s pussy, and within seconds he was pushing back and his hole was undulating around the thin tube. Jose gave him several more inches. As Jeff hissed Jose asked, “Pussy tender, baby?” Jeff nodded around Ben’s tool. “Good,” Jose said, and slid the tube in a few inches more. Jose let the water rush in from the big bag and filled up Jeff’s tender colon, letting water fill each chamber until Jeff was deeply uncomfortable. At his rectum, he filled the boys hole and as the first bag ran out he speared the boy with another hose and gave the boy a quarter bag. Jeff had gone rigid from pain at the painful stretch of his sore asshole, and Ben had removed his cock from the boys mouth. Jeff kept his position perfectly, his blue eyes beginning to blacken as the shards they had dissolved in the bag began to take effect. Jeff started repeating something like a mantra. And Jose leaned in, Jeff was saying over and over, “I am daddy’s cuntboy, I am daddy’s cuntboy.” Jose smiled as as he gave the boy another quarter bag. Jeff’s chant rose in desperate volume. And when Jose slipped a big metal plug in his cries rose to a scream. After Jeff quieted down, they sat in silence, with only a low throbbing beat playing on their dungeon sound system. Jose started pinching his nipples and rubbing his torso. Jose knew Jeff had a hard time with enemas, especially until his drugs really kicked in. But he also Jeff knew they were something Jeff actually wanted and needed—they were a key step in the process of building Jeff’s hunger. And Jeff loved, loved, to be a hungry bottom pig. Ben stood up abruptly, and Jeff realized how helpless he was., because as he stood up he brought Jeff’s cuffed hands with him, bringing Jeff’s upper body upright fast. The pressure of the water and the big metal ball strained against his asshole. Jeff clamped down hard, he knew he darn’t let the plug out, and as he did so his actions shot water from his overfilled rectum shooting up, driving the water deeper, and Jeff put back his head and wailed. “Shh, baby, you know it’s worth it. You know this helps your ride daddies elbow,” Ben cooed, stroking his beautiful, pain-contorted face. “Here,” Ben continued, “Suckle on Daddy’s big hose.” Ben slipped his big cock head in his boys throat and fed his boy small mouthfuls of piss. Soon the Tina took over and Jeff started to enjoy the fullness. But after about five minutes the strain of holding all the in began to show,with Jeff gasping and struggling, his legs bowed wide. Ben reluctantly took his hard cock from the boys mouth. Nodding at Jose, who gabbed Jeff’s feet, Ben bent down and grabbed Jeff’s small waist. Jose mouthed silently, “one, two, three” and one three they stood the boy upside down, his small cuffed hands grasping onto the tight rubber of Ben’s chaps. Jeff opened his mouth to wail again as the water drove into him even deeper, but before he could make much sound Jose slid his hard cock in for a hard facefuck. Despite how strong Jeff was, the position was difficult. He could feel the chemmed-up water trickling deeper and his ass was really getting hungry. Jose was pinching his nipples and giving him light punches, making sure Jeff got his moneys worth of Tina. His daddies—and other men—had done this exercise on him dozens of times. But he still struggled because his hole was sore and Jose had given him an enormous enema. After several minutes—it felt like an eternity to Jeff, but it was only four—Ben decided they had had enough of these acrobatics and he grabbed Jeff’s waist and set him on his knees. Jeff was desperate now, the pressure of all that water and the weight of the big metal ball was intense. Ben unhooked Jeff’s cuffs and stepped over Jeff’s head, putting Jeff palms flat on the shower bench. Ben let him kneel and went over to make out with Jose. Jose and Ben knew Jeff would try his best not to let go, and they also knew that desperation made for open holes. So they waited just a minute or two as Jeff struggled, his hole widening and showing an inch of the big metal ball of the plug, and then winking closed. After it did this several times Ben ordered Jeff to push. And Jeff did, driving the water deeper and deeper. Jeff groaned and pulled his legs wide and his torso upright and strained and pushed. Finally, he got passed the widest part of the ball and it fell out onto the rubber playmat, bouncing slightly as Jeff yelled and shot out squeeze after squeeze of water. As expected, there was a little debris from the granola and youghurt the boy had eaten, but it was pretty clean. Jeff was now sweating, his eyes full black, and his sexual charge high. Jose hosed him down with the shower shot and then sent the flexible rubber hose deep inside him. Jeff just grunted, taking the hose much deeper than ever before. Jose filled it up quickly a couple of times then had him push it out just to make things certain. Jose then kicked the shower mat to the other end of their dungeon’s big shower area, and Jose kicked his rubber boots off while Ben kicked off his boots and removed his chaps. Jose adjusted the big rain showers temperature and he grabbed Jeff and started kissing him passionately. Ben came in behind Jeff, his rock hard cock pressed against Jeff’s muscular back. Jeff arched his shoulders back as Ben started kissing Jeff’s little ears. “Cariño, know that we’ve removed any trace of other men’s spooge or lube or drugs from our boycunt’s tunnel, let’s get the smell of other men’s soap off him too. And so Jeff got to do one of his favorite things in the world: take a very, very sexy shower with his two favorite men in the world. When the sexy shower started to devolve into a steamy fuck scene—their shared hunger for each other was at a fever pitched—Jose stopped Ben from actually spearing the boy lubeless with a playful slap. Jose turned off the water and Ben protested, “No, mi amor, I need to be in my boy’s hole.” Jose held up his finger, and using what Ben and Jeff called his Latino mother voice, “No fucking mi cariño without lube,” Jose ordered sternly, “He’s our boy not a street whore like you’ve been fucking all week.” Ben grinned, and said “Okay, mi madre, whatever you say.” Jose laughed and tossed Ben a big bath sheet. They then all three playfully dried each other, although Jeff was pretty useless because he was so horny and high that he kept on trying to serve their cocks and holes instead of drying them. Finally satisfied they were all reasonably dry, Jose wrapped Jeff like a baby in swaddling and carried him, kissing him passionately, over to the slow play area of their big dungeon. Ben followed close behind, his giant hard dick streaming precum at the prospect of fucking Jeff’s sore, velvet hole. Jose adjusted the music level, keeping it on a low pulsing beat, perfect for fucking. He heard Jeff cry out: Ben had him in his hands and knees and he was pushing the lube hose in. He must be pretty deep, because Jeff was rigid but he held position, holding his tight asscheeks open. The Tina in the lube was helping though because even though the tube was very deep, he started crying out “Fuck me daddy, fuck me. Oh god daddy I need your cock.” Once the lube tube was very, very deep up the boys hole—nearly 25 inches according to the measurements on it—Ben gave the boy a huge amount of the strongly spiked lube. He did it for the boy’s benefit—Ben knew he so turned in by what he’d seen of the boy’s depravity during his training sessions with Abdul and Omar that neither he nor Jose could be trusted not to sunk fist armpit deep in the boy at any point in the next 24 hours. Ben reached down and flipped Jeff over. Jose appeared and put a cushion under the boy’s ass and then another under his head, kissing Jeff on the head as he did so. Jose handed Jeff a bottle of poppers and the leaned down and kissed Ben. “Tranquilo, amor, you want to savor that hit swollen hole for a while.” Ben grinned, “Si cariño, estoy de acuerdo. Pero, mi corazonito me necesita, eschuale! [Yes, my darling, I agree. But my little heart needs me, listen!]. “ Jose listened, and grinned. Jeff was indeed chanting softly, “Please daddy, I need your big cock, I’ve missed your cock so much, daddy, please.” Jose settled back on a comfortable sofa to enjoy the show. He could watch his husband fuck their beloved boy all day—and in fact, he had on several occasions enjoyed a all day- and night-long fuck between the giant redheaded and the small, muscly, twink. Jose couldn’t keep his hands off Jeff either—that was the point of having Jeff in their relationship, they all desired each other incessantly—but his longest nonchem sessions with Jeff were edging sessions. Jose and Jeff could go for hours and hours on a lazy Sunday, the sun pouring into their big living room windows, the white carpet rolled neatly up and Jeff bound to a chair set in the middle of their big, soft, portable sex playpen, his oversized 8 inch boycock as rock hard as Jose’s own cunt punishing 9 inch and 8 inch diameter fuck tool. Ben would be jacking his equally hard, giant cock, edging himself in tune to what Jose did to Jeff. Jeff whined and would eventually plead, but his bright blue eyes never left Jose’s dark brown ones, both of them clearly the center of the world for one another. Occasionally Jose would stop, lean in and make out for 19-20 minutes and on more than one occasion that first kiss made Jeff come uncontrollably. Ben lined his big cock up, his huge pinky-white muscle body dwarfing Jeff’s much smaller, golden one, and slipped the big head in. Jeff grunted just slightly, but kept his eyes locked on Ben’s. Ben, using every bit of self-control sunk about five inches into the velvet hole, savoring the way the boys swollen tissues caressed and suckled on his big tool. Ben moaned loudly, “Fuck baby, your hole is so good today.” He slowly pushed another two inches in, and Jeff cried out. Ben said, “What’s the matter baby? You got a sore and tender pussy today? What do you want daddy to do to your swollen pussy, baby?” Jeff smiled. This was a little ritual they did at the start of every session where Jeff had been used and was supposed to be coming down. “I want daddy to fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy hard, I want daddy to fist my pussy, make me into his little cunt, ahhhhh…fuuuuuck,” Jeff said as Ben slowly speared him, digging his big ten incher in the boys hole balls deep. As soon as he was in, Ben pulled out and entered the boy slowly and relentlessly at another angle. Ben fucked the boy like this for half an hour, just pulling out and sinking back in to the root changing his angle and moving his body in many different positions. Jeff was very noisy—Jose knew he’d be noisy the whole time, he always was, because no matter how much he wanted the cocks, fists, and big toes, his pussy really was swollen and tender, and it did hurt. Jeff’s hole began to loosen up, and Ben really began to drill the boy, pulling his big cock out and driving it deep. Despite all the noise he was making, Jeff kept his eyes locked on Ben’s. The only time they weren’t was when Ben would hit some place in the boys hole that felt amazing or that hurt, and then Jeff would groan and his eyes would roll up in his head. Ben fucked the boy in all kinds of positions, on his side, doggy, one of Jeff’s legs up on a fuck bench while Ben speared him deep, Jeff’s feet cuffed together while Ben drilled him. After about one and a half hours, Ben was punch fucking the boy with his big cock, Jeff on his back with his feet still ciffed together. Ben held the boy’s legs up over his head and just fucked and fucked and fucked. Ben finally lost all control and came with a huge roar, sweat flying off his torso and running down his back. Ben came for what felt like 5 minutes and then he uncuffed the boys feet. “I don’t even remember putting these on you, baby,” Ben mused. Jose laughed and called over “You never stopped fucking the boy, you just drove him over there with your cock and then picked up a leg and affixed the cuff while pile driving him deeper.” Ben laughed and tenderly kissed Jeff, “See what you do to your daddy, baby, you make him crazy?” Jeff smiled up and squeezed Ben’s semi hard cock, “You make me crazy too daddy, fuck me again?” Ben sighed, “Of course baby, but it’s Daddy Jose’s turn now.” Jeff lifted his head up and looked for Jose. “Please, sir, I’ve missed your thick cock so much, please fuck me daddy.” Jose grinned and jacked his hard cock, “I’ll be there in just a jiffy.” Ben kept his cock in and he and Jeff made out, Jeff desperately squeezing his cock, his pussy hunger was fully awake now. Jose sidled up to Ben—“Cariño, cover our boys eyes”—Ben put one hand over Jeff’s eyes—his big hand almost as wide as the smaller man’s head, and then stuck his finger in Jeff’s mouth. Jeff immediately started suckling and he squeezed his pussy around Ben’s rapidly hardening tool. “Fuck baby, your hole is so fine,” Ben said with a whine of pleasure. Jose handed Ben the cuffs for the boys wrists—they matched the ones on his feet—both trimmed in Jeff’s signature fetish colors, red and yellow. Ben saw them and nodded. And then keeping his voice low, Jose said “Give him a big load of your chempiss and then push this plug in hard and fast.” Ben grinned darkly, Jose held a a stainless steel globe the size and shape of a trailer hitch ball—in truth, it was actually a trailer hitch ball, the smallest of three sizes they owned—covered in a thick coating of creamy lube that glistened all over with a layer of Tina crushed very very fine. The thing was mounted on a wide piece of metal with smooth edges. This allowed them to drive the ball in deeeor that just its base, the square uncomfortable coupler would drive in as well. Jose’s message was very clear—after he dropped his load in the boy, things were going to start getting wild very, very quickly.

Jeff slept six hours and was awakened by Ezekiel administering a small slam. “They are ready for you,” he said, smiling as Jeff awoke filled with a burning need to get fucked. Ezekiel took him into the bathroom and touched up his shaving again, then gave the boy increasingly larger enemas with the shower shot, saying “You will soon thank me for giving you a little time to stretch. They will not be kind to you today.” After he had brought Jeff to the point of desperation with the amount of water he put him, Ezekiel stopped and bathed him. Jeff kneeled on the floor with his ass up as Ezekiel filled him with tina-lace lube, starting deep and filling his rectum until it overflowed, he then locked it in with a very big butt plug made of metal. By the time he was blindfolded and led into the dungeon he was fizzy with desire, the metal plug only held in by his concentration on keeping his loose hole closed. He was pushed to a kneeling position and he lowered his head as he knew he was required to do. One of the twins came and lifted him like he was a feather—“Hold that plug in, little cunt, or you will pay,” a deep voice boomed. He was strung up and immediately they started out at top speed, blasting him with their full force with straps, then belts, canes, switches and whips. Jeff screamed constantly, begging them to go slower, but they ignored him. Finally they removed his blindfold and as he blinked in the sudden light, he saw both men behind him holding bullwhips, reflected in a mirror in front of his red-striped body. “We have a message for you from your Daddy Jose. He says you will receive 5 stripes from each of us as a personal punishment from him,” Omar growled. Abdul says, “He says you have really hurt your Daddy Ben and Jose says your fate will be far worse if you ever violate their trust again. He also says he can’t wait to watch the video of your punishment.” They striped his back and ass, first one and then the other, each stripe bringing agony to Jeff. He screamed as each blow drew blood. By the 5th stripe he lost all of his will and hung there, his mouth in a tortured silent howl as they beat him like a piece of raw meat. They left him hanging, drooling and occasionally jerking from pain. When he roused, Abdul came up behind him and whispered, “Your Daddy Ben has asked us each to give you five more, as his personal message to you. He says that you hurt Jose with your dishonesty and if you ever do it again, he will see you regret it.” For the first couple of stripes, Jeff hung there, but some switch in his deep sub hidebrain flipped and he woke up eyes wide, his cock raging hard and pulsing, so unusual for him whenhigh on Tina. As the last few stripes landed, he shouted “Oh God I love you Daddy Jose, Oh God I love you Daddy Ben” and with the last stripe of the whip he came in a huge earth-shattering orgasm. The twins came up and stroked his chest, purring about how well he had done, and telling him that him cumming like that was one of the hottest things they’d seen in a long time. The twins rang the bell for Ezekiel who came and gave Jeff a round of antibiotic ointment, Ezekiel being as gentle as he could. Jeff was in a daze—high as a kite and still pushed beyond his ability to handle pain—when Omar came and gently laid him down. He lay on the floor exhausted, still panting, when he felt Omar begin to push something very big into his ass. When it got about 1/2 of the way in Omar pulled Jeff’s ass up, and slapped it. “Get yourself together, pretty little bitch. We have got plans for you,” Omar commanded. Jeff rallied and arched his back and got into position, holding his sore cheeks open. He could feel a little blood running and pooling in the small of his back. Omar then pushed the rest of the big toy into his hole. While he would ater learn the tool was a version of the twins cock only an inch bigger in diameter and two inches longer. Omar pushed the tool steadily and as Jeff began to buck and whine, he slapped his ass and said, “Tske it, boy, you know you love it.” Once the toy was deep inside him Jeff heard the sound of a ball squeeze and suddenly his hole was flooded with burning lube. Omar squeezed three more times in quick session and Jeff was overtaken with the combination of pleasure and pain that was a giant bump delivered from deep inside him all the way along his colon to his asshole. Omar smirked as Jeff began to quiver and quake. “That was a quarter gram, bitch,” and began to roughly fuck the boy with the huge dildo. After about 30 minutes of Omar using the huge toy on Jeff, he shoved it home and picked the boy up. “Abdul’s turn, boy,” he whispered as he carried the boy in his arms like a child, “You have never known pain like this, little bitch.” He brought the boy over to Abdul. Abdul faced them and held Jeff by his sides, Omar put his squared fist under the big toy filling the boys hole. Abdul began letting go, as the weight of the boys body slowly started forcing the the dildo’s base and huge balls into the boys hole. Jeff panted, as the base stretched his hole wider than Omar’s fist. Suddenly the base was past his ring and Jeff felt the huge fist enter him, driving the silicone cock deeper and deeper, Jeff started screaming and the men smiled and began kissing him passionately. Finally it ended, Omar’s fist was inside him and the big cock had driven deep inside him. Abdul held his body and then Jeff’s eyes shot wide open as Omar drove the big toy deeper, pushing towardsJeff’s second hole until the big base and balls were lodged at their widest point, stretching his second hole to a ridiculous size. Jeff was panting and moaning, unable to keep it together. His hole started spasmimg, causing him to scream as the entire whole colon tightened then panting as it loosened. The twins were merciless and held him there until he calmed down. Then Omar said, “Take this bitch,” as Jeff heard the air ball hanging still hanging out his ass and around Omar’s forearm squeeze six times. “There’s another 1/4 gram, little cunt.” Within seconds Jeff started going wild. They put him down on his knees—his hole quaking and shivering around the huge toy and Omar’s big forearm. Omar pushed forward while Abdul gave the boy hits of poppers. He got the toy and its huge base to the end of the boys second tunnel, his fist almost elbow deep when he stopped, the boy sweating buckets from the strain. He gently reached up and grabbed the base of the toy, stopping again when both his fist and the base of the toy were stretching his second ring. He then fucked the twink driving forward until the base was starting to stretch that next hole and bringing it back, fucking the boy for a good ten minutes with this nearly impossible stretch. Once the boy opened that area he brought it back and fucked the boy, pulling out to stretch his rectum to the max on the base and then smoothly fucking the second hole until he could do all of this easily. Satisfied the boy had submitted to the incredible stretch and that his hole was on fire with need he pulled the toy out slowly. When it popped out, the boys hole just gaped open. Omar slipped his cock into the boy and went all the way to the root—the spent, partied-up hole was like velvet grasping and fluttering around his huge cock. Omar let loose a giant load of chempiss, as the boy began to rock and moan. He pulled out, making sure Jeff kept his beautiful ass, red with welts, high in the air. Abdul then speared the boy to the hilt and delivered his own huge load. Abdul grabbed a rigid hard plastic toy—a series of four increasingly larger balls and threaded it into the boy, showing no mercy until the big final ball was wedged into the boys hungry cunt, showing no concern that the last two balls caused the boy to begin screaming in pain. But soon enough the screams turned to moans of desire as the enormous amount of tina delivered to the boys hole in the span of 10 minutes began to take hold. Once the boy started moaning Omar drove his fist into the boy, making the big ring start to breach the boys second hole. The boy arched his back the pain so intense that he just opened into an open “O” as Omar picked him up, fist still in place and brought him over to the area with the padded table. Abdul stood there, his cock rock hard, and he slapped the boy, already starting to grind around all of the deep intrusion, saying “Look bitch, look at a world of pain.” He turned the boys eyes to a long rubber blanked occupied with about 20 of the biggest and nastiest depth toys Abdul owned. The first one was the large metal tool he’d used at the end of their last session, and the toys then reverted to silicon and plastic, each with bigger and bigger balls, some with twisty ridges, some like heavily textured breaded rope, until the final one: a version of the first metal toy only twice as large. Each of the shapes on the metal toys grew bigger, starting the size of a tennis ball and ending in a long brutal shape the size of a football. Each of the toys glistened with a thick costing of lube and crystal, shimmering like demonic objects. Jeff, even though he was far gone, shivered. “Scared, boy,” Omar smirked. “Yes, master” Jeff replied, looking intently into Abdul’s dark eyes. “Scared but you know you need it, eh?” Abdul said. Jeff looked sheepish and admitted “Yes, Master, I crave your abuse.” Omar gently laid the boy down in the big padded gyno chair and gently pulled the huge balls out of the boys hole. He then began punching fisting the boy, going only to his elbow while Abdul adjusted the chair so there was a straight line from the boys clenching asshole to his chest. While Omar began increasing the brutality of his punches, he adjusted the boys bindings. One arm he restrained straight out—and using a permanent marker he marked off various suitable veins for the boys slams. He then put a small tube that connected to a poppers bottle and made sure the control was easily reachable from the position he would occupy. Once he was sure of the boys position he tapped his brother on the shoulder. Omar gave the boy a final series of 20 brutal squared fist to armpit hair punches and summarily pulled out, leaving Jeff an incoherent mess begging to be used. Abdul started with the larger of the two metal sets of shapes, covered in spikes and whorls. He was absolutely merciless, donning the chain mail glove, and then hreading the shapes into the boy one by one, slowly and relentlessly. Jeff was relatively open from all that Omar had done to him and he was higher than a kite. But the toy had been specially designed to be painful, and even in his state it was hard to take, especially since Abdul was pushing it in so mercilessly. When Abdul got to the final shape, with Jeff panting and groaning and shaking around the painful intrusion, he paused and twisted the entire thing in a half circle one way and then back. This delivered another giant payload while scratching and stimulating the boy. As soon as it went into effect, the boys hole came again alive with fresh desire. Abdul he pushed slowly but relentlessly, until his square fist was buried at the widest point of the boys inner hole. Jeff didn’t scream, he just shouted, “Oh god, Master, fuck me, hurt me, make me yours.” Abdul smiled and drove his square fist deep until the first of the golfball-sized shapes was deeper than the boy had ever taken. Once he made sure that all of the Tina had been delivered from, his chain mail fist, buried inside the boys third chamber, he fucked each of the boys holes, his big fist stretching him wide each time. He then slowly pulled the entire wild thing out. Jeff lay there panting, muttering “More, sir, please more.” He then methodically went through the toys, each one’s increasing size causing the boy intense pain. He worked slowly but showed no mercy, threading the balls and the wedges and the screwing silicon into the boys hole, forcing him to take each new pain before he had fully opened for the previous one. The boy got higher and higher, each toy delivering a small dose of Tina, and as he got higher he turned from feeling only pain to desiring. From time to time Abdul would stop and Omar would take over, punching the boy hard and deep, anytime he felt even the slightest resistance, he would punch that part of the boy’s inside until it offered no fight. He would do this for 15-30 minutes until he got tired of it and hand the boy’s training back to his brother. Abdul knew he had finally broken the boy’s will when he started threading a series of balls on a stiff core into Jeff’s clutching and gaping hole. The first ball was a twice the size of a golf ball and each one increased until the last one was a soccer ball. The boy just lay there panting and groaning as Abdul slid them into him one by one. Abdul smiled wickedly when the first ball got to be elbow deep and the boy just grunted and pushed his hips up, ready to take more. Abdul then picked up the pace, making the boy squirm and groan has he rapid fire pushed the rest of the balls into the boy, stretching the boys cunt around the soccer ball sized ball with one big push. By this point Jeff was unable to form a coherent thought. All he knew was his hole was on fire and he craved abuse. Avdul picked up the bigger metal toy and pushed hard until the toy was lodged all the way past the second ring and breaching the third ring at its widest point. He left it in position so it stretched each of the boys three holes to the max. The boy was so open there had been little resistance but the boy was panting hard. He let the toy rest until the boy started moaning and he slowly pushed it forward right to the point when another shape would go in. “Poppers, please brother,” Abdul said. Omar gave the boy four big hits and as Jeff got to the fourth hit Abdul pushed slowly and relentlessly, Jeff started into a kind of wail-moan, volume climbing as the toy drove deeper. Abdul knew the boy had taken larger toys that deep just moments ago, but the unique shape and absolute lack of bend in this toy made it difficult. As he got the second to last shape in—this was one like a smaller volley ball, and he rarely used all of it or the big football final ball in any hole beyond the second—the boy really started feeling it. Abdul moved slowly, giving the boy’s hole time to straighten itself in line with the toys demanding straight line. By this point Jeff was about to lose his mind from the intense pain/pleasure. He was chanting “Please fuck me, please use me” over and over. Abdul stood up, his cock rock hard. He saw Omar, attracted to what the boy was saying, coming over with the last bottle of spiked lube and a fresh set box of points, his big cock also rock hard. Abdul slapped the boy, getting his attention, “What do you need boy?” “Please stretch me sir, please use me.” “You want us to take things up a notch?” Abdul demanded. “Please sir take me higher, use me harder,” was Jeff’s desperate reply. “Okay, but we are going to go wild,” Omar warned. Jeff just started begging,”Stetch me, stretch me, stretch me.” Abdul smiled evilly and turned to his brother “Send him to paradise, and make it a pretty nice slam. He doesn’t need it but he wants it and he’s ready for us to unleash our animals.” Abdul sat in his fisting chair between the boy legs and poured another layer of crystal all over the top of the toy, smiling with excitement. The football would enter the boy and as long as it was at least 1/2 in, it would stretch both his holes. And only when it was almost at the entrance to the boys third hole, would it be all the way in. After the big slam sent the boy coughing for air, and it began to register all over his body, Abdul put his hand in the boy and pushed up, making a wall with his flat hand, keeping the boys puffy outer lips from coming in contact with the toy, preserving the bonus piles he had just dumped on it for deep in the boys hole. He pushed slowly and little too quickly and made the boy swallow the giant football. He pushed and pushed and the giant tool pushed inside the boy. The toy was now lodged filling his first hole, its widest part was lodged at the gate to his second hole, and the slightest push would start to stretch his third hole. Meanwhile, the round ball tip of the thing, sized right above the largest thing he’d taken so far, was stretching him deep. Abdul looked down on Jeff as he and Omar prepared to point each other. They were using a smallish dose—they just wanted something to up their animal sides and be even more inventive and demanding of the slut. Jeff was at prime readiness now—all of the other hours they had used him were just a dress rehearsal. The boy hadn’t screamed or moaned yet, on this latest violation. The toy had slid into Jeff pretty easily, but Abdul knew the stretch was huge, deep and hard, but now the boy was clearly enjoying it, groaning and trying to hump. As soon they were both up in the stratosphere, he pulled up a chair to watch Omar’s bigger fist do the honors in this further training of Jeff’s little boypussy into gaping boycunt. First Omar slowly turned the toy, going a half turn right and a half turn right. This made all the Tina hidden in the toy’s textures and crevices get absorbed by the boy’s wrecked colon. Both men knew the boy hadn’t needed more Tina to take the rough and deeper play they were starting, but over the years they found even relatively small doses spread up and down a boys hole pretty often during play drove the boys mad with erotic energy. Next Omar took the huge toy and gently fucked in and out, first a centimeter then several, finally while doing this he began to twirl his wrist like he was painting a swirl. All of the metal toys they owned were like joysticks for the entirety of a boys colon. It was the same thing with elbow or shoulder deep fisting: the fister was able to stretch and control the entire length of whatever depth he’d gotten. Jeff’s hole began to loosen and accept the bigger fucking motions, as Omar both made the twirling wider and rucked in and out a little farther. Jeff began to experience a rolling set of anal orgasms, which allowed Omar to really pick up the pace in all directions until he was making a circle of about 4-5 inches of diameter and fucking the boy in and out about six inches. Still keeping the twirling going, he began to slow fuck the toy deeper and deeper, letting his fingers enter the boys hole. “Popper him, brother, Omar said. Abdul went to Jeff’s head, his body covered in sweat and writhing uncontrollably around the giant toy, the boy so open that he was in a blissful stare. “Get his attention, brother, not too much, then a little cruelty before I popper him,” Abdul suggested, “I want him imprinted to our style.” Omar smiled wickedly and stopped fucking the boy and just started pushing. As the end of the giant toy started to core the boy out Jeff opened his eyes and began to round his hips, Omar saw this and began pushing forward with tiny little jolting punches, the boy groaned in pain. Abdul leaned in and kissed the boy, hard, “You like?” Jeff panted, grunting with every tiny punch,”God yes Master, yes master, yes master,”. Abdul gave him several big hits and stood by, enjoying the look of pleasure mixed with pain on the boy’s face. When the poppers kicked in Omar pushed his fist forward, moving the small volleyball into the boy’s third chamber and the football toy filling his entire second chamber while the two shaped held both holes open at once. Omar smiled, “He’s a keeper, only the third boy to take that.” Abdul smiled, “Yes, let’s use him at that depth and then move onto something else.” They used Jeff like this for three more hours. After fucking him some more with the big metal plug until he could take it from the tip down to the big football in his second hole, they removed the chainmail glove and placed a conical thick rubber plug on the base, and put the toy in backwards, filling his second and part of his third with the football shape and his first hole with the volley ball sized ball. They then electrified this with a pleasurable program of small jolts and when Jeff began humping on that as best he could, they put a sound in his cock, and set the program to one which would cause the boy’s hole to contract and fuck itself on a normal plug—but in this case he was getting fucked in two chambers by giant toys stretching him deep. At first this caused much screaming but then his holes learned to accept it. They then spent about 15 minutes giving him a program that alternated between powerful contractions around the metal toys to very hard and increasingly long agonizing jolt as they whipped his penis. They then tired of him in that postition and eased the big toy out and placed him on his hands and knees. Jeff’s need was so great that he went into a perfect position, literally begging to be used with his ass perfectly arched, chest flat to the floor, and hands holding his quivering checks open. Omar smiled, that was exactly the position their little dancer slut from LA automatically went into: Jeff was broken in perfectly. The giant twins used every large and long dildos on the boy, fucking him hard, taking turns. While one worked his ass they other used canes, wires, and nylon cords on the boys back, occasionally pushing a huge toy in deep and then beating his ass. They did all manner of painful things, dripping hot wax, putting clips all over his body, while at the same time rarely giving his hole a second to rest from the onslaught of toys and fists. They got into a space where the men seemed content to just use the boy without switching places. Jeff was slightly suspended facing down through a sort of modified webbing, just a few strong straps holding him at his forehead, mouth, shoulders, hips, and then his legs were wrapped in webbing, arms and legs immobilized, and connected to the frame. Jeff was bent into an A shape, his back slightly arched to give Abdul easy access as he continued fucking the boy with toys and fists and plugs, Omar lay under the boy, his cock buried into the boys mouth, held open to the max by a mouth spreader. His upper body was under the boys cock and abdomen,, and Omar moved through all kinds of ways of punishing the boys nipples, torso ,and especially cock and balls from squeezing with hands to crushing with clamps to needles to whips. Jeff felt like he was being devoured by the muscle men. Omar had a couple of times, with no conversation or any warning, suddenly swiped Jeff’s arm with an alcohol pad and slammed him, keeping up the facefuck the entire time. When Jeff thought—which wasn’t often by now—he knew he didn’t need the Tina, and he figured they knew, but it did keep him in the same space with no coming down, so maybe he needed those little slams to keep pace with their revenous need to use him. His hole pulsed incessantly with burning need, his cock, balls and body being used sending him on a constant ride of pleasure/pain, with multiple rolling anal orgasms crashing like waves. All he could see or smell or test was Omar’s cock, which had been using his mouth and throat like a flesh light for what felt like an eternity. Occasionally Omar would drive deep into his throat and then loosen the mouth spreader so his lips could start to make a seal and he would drink what seemed to be gallons and gallons of piss. From time to time Omar would scoot up and brutally use Jeff’s hole from below while Abdul fed him loads of increasingly rank piss. This went on for a couple of hours, only stopping when Omar grew a little bored. He crawled out and beat Jeff’s back and shoulders with a leather strap for a while. And then threaded a big set of balls into his hole. They unstrapped Jeff, keeping his hole stuffed, and Omar held him upside down on his hands while Abdul clamped the boy’s nipples and the tip of his cock. They tossed him into a sling and lightly bound him, and both fisted him for a while, driving deep into him, Jeff bouncing and moaning. The twins pulled their arms out and pushed in a very large and very big plug. Abdul picked Jeff up and essentially sat him down on the plug, Abdul’s arm only supporting the plug, driving it into him as he sat on it, his arms and legs resting on the man’s shoulders. Over Abdul’s shoulder Jeff could see Omar following, carrying spiked lube, a box of drugs, and an open net laundry bag filled with truly obscenely thick toys and plugs. They brought him over to the “relaxation” area, and lay on their backs jacking their enormous cocks. Jeff put on a little show of self-dildo play. They let him use unlimited poppers and insisted he only used the laced lube. They played slower trance and all of the frenzy began to slow down. The play edged and flowed, and as he worked up to one short squat and truly obscene toy after the other, they would get up and put him on his back between them, his upper back angled on the man’s crotch. They cuffed his ankles and wrist together and would give him poppers from time to time as they slowly but surely forced the big dildos in, stretching his hole wider than ever. Omar got excited, and fed Jeff’s hole about 1/8 gram. He then proceeded to use each toy again until he could punch fuck Jeff with it, his hole closing and opening rapidly around a toy with a head and shaft as thick as a volley ball, then other as thick as a football, then a bowling ball then bigger. Then the same thing with different shaped heads that pushed deeper, little rounded outcroppings. Jeff knew he should be unable to handle this, especially after all this time, but his body and mind betrayed him and so Jeff pushed back and shouted for more. Omar finally tired of the game and forced a dildo a few inches taller and thicker than the last one he’d used into Jeff’s hole until it was completely home. He then sat Jeff down on the dildo, uncuffed his arms and legs and bent his knees up. Abdul came over and arranged a bar hanging from the ceiling to hold his knees in position, locking his ankle cuffs onto the floor. Omar got behind him, his precum flowing down onto Jeff’s shoulders and Omar raised Jeff’s arms up over his head, cuffing them until he was seated with his legs bent and his torso extended straight up. He pushed on a track above, hanging in the ceiling, and forced an arch into the small of Jeff’s back, he then got down and lifted and Abdul came up carrying and small round column about five inches thick. Abdul centered the little platform under the dildo base stretching Jeff’s hole tight as a drum and then lowered Jeff down until the bottom of the dildo was resting on the top of the little round column. his ass held steady by an additional strap. Omar leaned in and said, “We know you are sufficiently high for this, but we must take from you what we need.” Jeff felt the familiarly cool of an alcohol swab and the the prick on his skin and then he was sent into the stratosphere with a yet another slam. When the slam took over, they lowered him down, driving the big toy in two full inches past the base. Jeff began screaming and babbling incoherently for a full two minutes while they tightened the straps holding him in place. When Jeff calmed down, the twins pulled up their big chairs and relaxed and jacked their huge cocks and watched as the boy’s entire abdom bulged, quaked and cramped around the huge intruder. After he finally got to the point where he hole was stretched and he calmed, they immediately gave him a half inch more, doing this slowly and giving him no time to adjust. They left the toy in with the entire extra length for a while and facefucked him brutally, holding his head steady with a big strap around the back of his head. When they saw his throat was irritated they began randomly hiding shards in their foreskin or under the barbells lining their dicks, laughing as he screamed as his throat burned and the drugs entered his system. They then removed the big dildo, roughly pulling it out, and balancing another larger dildo, with a raised ridge meant to drive deeper into him onto a six inch platform. They never gave him more than six extra inches of stuffing, but they did change the dildo sizes a total of five more times, each one just a few centimeters larger and longer, moving more slowly and slowly. Jeff actually started begging them to go faster, the slow stretching they were doing hurt longer and more continuously than way that had started, but they just laughed and kept at it. Jeff was in a constant state of going from agony to pleasure, as each time he got up used to a stretch they would just give him more and more. When the twins saw that Jeff had reached a place of peace with the pain, still clearly having lots of it but not fighting it, they changed the dildo one more time pushing way past what Jeff thought of as his limit, and then the left him on the huge thing, swaying and grunting until he found the absolute pleasure of the biggest stretch of his life. Once they saw Jeff pass into the stratosphere of pain, they lowered the lights and put on low, light trance again, and blindfolded him. They pierced each of his tits twice, Jeff giving a quick shout as the pain registered. He then felt their hands all over his body, occasionally scraping a welt and squeezing his balls. They had brought over some whips and things and Omar used his cock and balls again, slowly and more gently than before. Abdul began pressing and pushing and getting his fingers up into the stretched hole, from behind as Jeff checks covered the sides of the column. He got a hose in and squirted very strong Tina lube in from time to time, working the tube in deeper. Jeff was so broken in mind and spririt, so submitted to their demands, that he just groaned and received everything they gave him. He didn’t resist when they lifted him and slid another two inch disk under him, but he did react when that big tool went in, and so they gave him it in agonizing 1/4 inch increments, Jeff yelling for them to take his hole and own it. They kept him stretched in this way for a total of three had 1/2 hours from when they began forcing him to take giant oversized dildos with the extra discs under them to drive the tool and its base deeper into his cunt. After he’d sat on the sixth dildo with six extra inches, they wired him for electro, lifted him and out one final inch under him, gave him a small slam, and lowered him onto the last inch in one agonizing push. When he quit screaming, he moaned and hung his head, devoid of resistance or thought other than the profound agony in his hole. The men came up, and slapped and punched his stomach, causing his body indescribable agony as he spasmed around the huge toy. Omar and then Abdul, whisphering in his ear, “What is your purpose, cunt?” Jeff hung his head and sighed, “To serve you master.” They then took turns asking him “Who decides when you are stretched to the max?” Jeff opened his eyes, a war between agony and the gaping need of a bottoms hole clearly visible, “You do, master always.” Abdul then methodically used his fingers all around the huge intruder, coatng as much of the boys insides with as much Tina as Abdul could get inside, feeling with his fingers to see if the boy had loosened. Then the twirls began slowly pushing two heavily lubed and ribbed medium sized inflatable dildos, one in front under the boys balls, and the other in the back at the small of his back, aiming to get them all the way in, pressed flat against the column and huge toy stuffed in the boy. Mission accomplished they then began to slowly inflate them, stretching the boy’s hole. They worked slowly until they could tell the boy could feel it, inflating the dildos simultaneously. When the boy was shouting from the strain they deflated the dildos they did this several times always stopping when the boy started shouting. They then brought him to the shouting staged and stopped, and just as the shouting turned to groaning, they inflated the dildos to max, held for a few second and deflated until he was merely shouting, now with tears streaming down. They did this for a good 30 minutes until the shouting and yelling stage required less and less air being removed. They then tested the Jeff’s trashed boycunt by picking him up, and letting the huge toy slid out a few inches and then lowering Jeff back on. Jeff responded to this with increasing lust. Omar leaned in, “You like that now, huh? Was all that pain worth it to get here where I wanted you?” Jeff opened his eyes and looked Omar “ More, Master, the feeling is incredible.” They did this in increasing amounts until they were sure: Jeff could now get fucked by their biggest and most obscene dildos. Omar got a big evil on his face, because if Abdul was the master of the deep painful fuck, he was the master of the trashed hole, the hole pushed beyond its limits, and still begging for more. Abdul let Jeff’s arms down from the ceiling and put them on the floor, making him arch his back and keep his ass up, Omar put a leather parachute on the kids balls, pulling them back through his legs. He used the electronic motor to hoist Jeff up backwards pulling him airborne by his balls, hands and feet scrambling for purchase. Omar hoisted him up until he was just a millimeter up, his entire weight and that of the huge dildo and column buried in his ass dangling by his balls. Jeff screamed and cried in agony, and Omar walked away. He quietly set a four minute timer and put it in front of the boy and went to gather everything he needed. When he had adjusted the fuck bench and gathered more points, he rang a bell to have someone make two bottles of heavily spiked lube. Ezekiel, knowing their ways like the back of his hand arrived bearing the requested items. He also bore a few extra vials of Tina “just in case.” Omar smiled broadly and brought the man in for a passionate kiss, “I love you so my faithful boy” Omar sent Ezekiel on his way. Jeff had stopped screaming and was now softly crying, begging them for relief. Omar made him wait for until he had been up for a good three and one half minutes since he started the timer and let him down until his hands could touch the ground flat. He made sure though that he was on the absolute tips of his toes, his lower body hoisted towards the ceiling by his balls. “If that toy comes out of your hole, slave, you will regret it, probably for the rest of your life. now, thank me for my mercy in letting you have relief boy.” Jeff sobbed, so relived that he said with great feeling “Thank you master for relieving my agony.” Omar then knelt and had the boy drink his piss. After he gave he boy 1/2 a load he stopped and said, “I thought you said you wanted me to keep fucking you with that big dildo in your ass, so why all the begging for me to stop preparing you for that? You looked like you really enjoyed that and said any agony was worth it? So which is it?” Jeff sobbed in defeat, “Please master, use me as you will, please just stretch my hole and use my ass, please use me as you will.” Omar gently fucked the boy with the giant tool, slipping some Tina in with each stroke. “Isn’t that want you want, little bitch?” Omar asked. Jeff groaned with absolute please, “Pleae sir.” “Then stop complaining and let me do what needs to be done,” Omar commanded. He then adjusted the boys balls so he could get some relief on the pressure in them only through great effort and painful pressure on his hands and arms pushing against the floor and walked away, Jeff sobbing. Omar had already moved the two or three largest dildos they had used on the boy over to the fuck bench where his final debasement was to take place. He then selected a few larger ones, some just larger in height and width, and others with deceptive heads which quickly widened into the obscene sizes he was going for. These grew in height, with the first ones adding just an inch of additional stretch to one that added eight inches of additional stretch and a full two more inches of width on top of a mountainous can’t stretcher. Abdul was also busy, bringing all of the instrument of pain near: electro, sounding, canes, cock whips, every type of metal wire, nylon cord, anything that would cause the boy agony at the same time his asshole was giving him ecstasy. It was time. The two men pointed themselves to make sure they were as sexually aggressive as possible and went to retrieve the boy. He was still desperately trying to relieve the pain in his balls. Omar grabbed the big dildo buried in Jeff’s hole and pushed lightly as Abdul let the boy down. The boy never broke position and started pushing back against the toy. Omars fist was already mostly inside the boys hole. “Fuck ya, boy,” he shouted, “You are ready to please your master now.” Somewhere deep in his brain Jeff knew had never experienced anything like this. He thought he’d plumbed the literal depths of his submissive nature, his overwhelming desire to be filled, used, and stretched. But these men had taught him that he had depths and depths more. He knew the tool inside him was literally obscenely large, but all he could think of was getting more of it in him. He just started begging them “Fuck pussy, fuck pussy, fuck pussy.” Abdul laughed, leaning in to look at the boy’s black eyes, his beauty masked behind his animal need, “Oh baby, we are going to fuck your pussy until you can’t take anymore. And then we are going to fuck you harder.” Omar fuck-walked Jeff, the boy on his hands and feet, the huge dildo squelching around, over to the prepared table. It was a padded bench that he knelt on with his head resting on a small platform. They secured his arms stretched out, ready for slamming, and bound his feet and calves, but they left his ass considerable play—Omar knew he’d be participating eagerly in the destruction of his already destroyed hole. They adjusted the height so Abdul could easily reach his balls, shrunken cock, abdomen, and tits. Omar removed the dildo they’d been using—the one that they had used inflatables to force his hole to open around—and went back a few sizes. The boy’s hole was so loose, it slid into the hilt easily. Omar immediately began punching fucking the boy, shifting angles, the muscles on his huge arms bulging from the weight of the thing. After a few minutes of this he went to the next size, sliding the tool in and then fucking the boys hole up and down, left and right, driving it straight in and pushing until he felt resistance and the punching the resistance away. Omar decided it was time to really stretch the boy, and so he picked up a tool that was about an inch bigger than the huge one the boy had sat on last, and pushed it in. The boy groaned but pushed his ass back, eager for his stretching. Omar immediately started rough fucking Jeff, within a minute he was fucking the boy as hard as he had with the previous toys, Jeff bucking and straining but groaning and begging for more. Omar rough fucked the boy for probably an hour, changing toy sizes and shapes, pushing the toys in until he found resistance, his big arm buried to the forearm at times, pushing the toys deeper. Abdul relaxed on the sofa and jacked his cock—he wanted to wait until Omar started the truly painful part of the boy’s stretching before he tortured the boys front. Omar motioned for Abdul to join them, and the second the big toy was out, Abdul’s big clenched fist was shoulder deep in the boy. Abdul punched Jeff while Omar went to select one of the mountain-sized toys with a raised thinner area for even deeper penetration. He decided to skip the one that only added an inch and went straight for one that would fill the boy as he had just been filled, except a middle area which would push into his hole two inches more. Omar watched Abdul punching the boy, really going to town, changing angles constantly. While Jeff grunted and squealed, he still pushed back on every punch, yelling, “Use me! Fuck me! Abdul noticed Omar standing there, holding the giant tool, and he smiled, “Want in, brother? I’m keeping. It warm for you?” Omar nodded and moved into position pushing the toy in firmly, and as Jeff started feeling the big head of the thing pushing into him deeper, he went rigid and arched his back and groaned. Omar just kept pushing, not stopping into the thing was seated firm, Jeff’s pussy more full than it had ever been. Omar paused, wanting the boy to feel the full effect of how much of his hole Omar now owned. And as he did so Jeff started bucking and pushing back, trying to take the toy deeper. Omar obliged, pushing the toy about 1/2 inch more than immediately, starting changing the angle of the thing, giving the boy the biggest deepest fuck of his life. Abdul began hanging weighs off the boys balls, making all of his wild movement of his ass as he begged to be used by the giant toys, painful. He didn’t stop begging with his mouth and his hole, though, his need was too great. By the time, Omar was fucking him with a dildo with a fix inch long extra head, Abdul had the boys cock sounded and was giving him a pleasuresble electro program to his balls and down his cock hole. He was whipping the boy’s back and his abdomen with a wire coat hanger that he pulled into a straight line. Jeff obliged with little screams of pain, but nothing would stop his insatiable holes need to get fucked. Omar switched to a huge, slightly curved tool as big as the one he’d been using, and used the curve to reach new sources of resistance which he brutally fucked away. He invited Abdul to take over, and Abdul smiled broadly as he realized how brutal he could be. He reached down and switched the electric to a punishing series of sharp jolts, each one making the boy scream, but again he never stopped pushing his hole back and begging for more as Abdul punched his hole, withdrawing the huge toy completely and punching it in past the base, shifting angles and opening the boy left and right, up and down, moving methodically to stretch the boy as far as possible. Omar went to collect one of the largest tools in their collection. It’s monstrous shaft was about two inches wider and taller than the monster stretching the boy now. But its bonus stretching outcropping was about 8 inches long, started with a conical head, full of spikes and textured places, that was a diameter of 12 inches, including a flared ridge then the rest of the shaft dropped to 11 inches diameter in a constant rapid increase to 17 inches before disappearing into the enormous girth of monster walrus shaped cock. He costed the stretching head of the thing with thick lube, and the worked about a 1/2 gram of crystal into every surface and cranny and then he pushed several large shareds into the small indent in the top of the thing. He then spread another another 1/2 gram over every surface of about 1/4 of the way down the sides. Abdul looked up and smiled when he saw where Omar had decided to take things and he pushed the big toy in as far as he could, and when the boy went rigid from the stretch he pushed until the boy was panting and starting to shake. He gave a final push, lodging the toy in another 1/4 inch and then he got up, shifting the electro back to a pleasurable level. Abdul went and got a large mirror, and placed it so Omar could see the boys face more easily than in the further-away mirrors on the dungeon walls. He then climbed under the boy and removed the clamps, pierced each tit once at an angle, relishing the boy’s sudden scream, and replaced the clamps, hanging a small weight from the chain between them. He then added several weights to the boys swollen balls and quickly beat the boys balls with a wooden cane resulting in screams even as the boy moved his ass upwards trying to get the toy in deeper. He stood up and he and Omar each gave the boy a full load of chempiss, laughing as he guzzled it like a whore. As Omar stepped behind the boy, displaying the monstrous instrument of ass destruction and Abdul bent down and pulled the boys head up. “See what we have for your pussy, slut,” he spoke softly, “You want that big toy to destroy you?” Jeff looked up, barely able to focus and his eyes grew wider, but his only response was to start chanting “Fuck pussy more, fuck pussy, wreck pussy, cunt pussy, fuck pussy more.” Abdul pulled up a chair to enjoy the show. Both he and Omar were rock hard in anticipation of the boy taking one of the biggest dildos in their collection. The thing was so big and heavy, Omar was going to be getting an arm workout using it. Abdul grinned, because he knew that he would get to share in the duties while Omar rested up for another round. Omar lined the toy up and began pushing, Jeff groaned loudly and arched his back as he felt some of the tina enter his passsge, he pushed back when he felt it begen to work, reveling in the way the head stretched him, he gave a surprised start when the thing really began to widen, but still he pushed back, eager to feel the pain of the Tina turn to hot lust. He went rigid when the thing was about half way in but Omar kept pushing. by the time the toy was three-quarters of the way in, he was panting loudly, Omar was relentless and as the conical head of the 8-inch thick stretcher began to break new ground in his hole he gave a few short little scream as the shards were pressed out into his hole. His hole was now tight around the entire massive top of the thing causing all of the Tina not hidden in a valley between ridges began to be deposited. Omar now picked up the pace, wanting the stretch to hurt. Jeff arched his back, is mouth open with surprised at how deep he was being taken all at once. Once the toy was in him taking four inches of new ground he started yelling “Fuck pussy, fuck pussy,” and Omar increased the speed into almost to that of a shove, Jeff’s voice, hoarse from hours of partying and as the last four new inches was taken, rose into a scream that sounded a lot like pussy. Omar still didn’t stop, giving the boy another inch and a half, then satisfied that the rest of the boy’s hole was too tight he stopped, part of the base of the monster inside the hole part of it out. Keeping on hand firmly on the base of the toy he stood up, admiring how stretched the boys hole. Abdul looked down, and said “If that thing were hollow we could probably fit our heads in there.” Omar smiled, “Pierce the boy so we can fuck him up.” “Fuck him up more, you mean,” Abdul replied, and both men laughed. Abdul climbed under the boy. Jeff was still rigid from the deep and wide penetration, but he was now whispering “Fuck pussy, fuck pussy” and already his body was learning to accept this latest conquering of his hole. Abdul swiftly pieced each nipple again, making an X of pain in the boys nipple. The boy merely hissed, but it clearly got his attention because he was rocking very slightly, trying to find a way to accept the intruder. Omar stood behind the boy, keeping the big toy steady and firmly in his ass. Abdul now pierced huge of the boys balls, going directly through each trsticle. This produced a bellow of pain from Jeff, and then when Abdul pierced the head of the boys cock, putting the needle through the sensitive skin under the front of his now cock head, he screamed loudly this time. When the boy had settled a bit—the piercing causing some squirming—Omar moved a small stand with a five inch square on the end of it into place. This insured that the toy stayed inside the boy. He and Abdul moved swiftly to the boys bound arms, and in perfect unison found veins, swabbed him, and then pricked him. When each had found a register, Omar mouthed one two three and they slammed Jeff with a little over a quarter of a gram into each arm. Jeff coughed and the stand holding the giant cock in the boys ass rattled like an earthquake but held fast. Within seconds he was writhing with pleasure, arching his back and chanting “pussy, pussy, pussy.” Omar went behind the boy and pushed, the boys hole let him have another inch, and Omar still pushed, the toy inched forward another quarter inch and then Omar began to fuck the boy, using the small handles on the underside of the thing to control it. At first he just fucked the boy at depth, occasionally pushing forward to claim more ground, but he then quickly began to subtly change angles, causing new parts of tight how to come into contact with whirls and ridges on the toy and depositing yet more Tina. The boys beautiful face was cycling through a series of expressions, one second twisting in pain, the next wide eyed as some new part of his asshole was opened, then going into an exprsssion of pure bliss. His black eyes open but unseeing, his mind solely focused on the only part of him that had ever mattered: his trashed boycunt. As the boys hole opened and he was able to fuck the boy more easily, bringing the big toy almost free before slamming it home, Omar started shifting the toy a quarter turn, bringing the huge stretcher head of the thing into a new part of the boys deepest places. He would push the toy in relentlessly until it was locked into place and fuck that place until it opened, then a quarter turn and the process started. After about 1/2 hour Jeff boy was relatively open, his ass was beginning to move back and accept the invader. When this happened, Omar nodded at Abdul, and when Abdul was in position he shoved the toy into the boy’s hole refusing to stop when it encountered resistance, taking another 1/2 inch of depth. Once the boy went rigid from this deep invasion, Abdul swiftly pierced the head of the boys cock again, this time crossways through the head, parallel across the head. Jeff groaned and started breathing even more rapidly. Abdul pierced each nipple a third time, the boy gave a small hoarse yell and Abdul felt a few tears fall from the boys eyes onto his thighs. Abdul wired up pierceings on the boys cock and balls and then climbing out, he set an electro program that would be pleasurable for a while and increase in speeds. Omar went around and fed the boy a load of piss then lay down under him, getting him to work licking and cleaning his sweaty pits and chest, sliding his body up when the boy finished cleaning the sweat off one area. Abdul started using the huge toy with increasing brutality, happy his brother had stretched the boy so fully. He fucked him deep at all sorts of angles, then bought the toy out punching the boys hole from deepest part to rectum, pulling the monster out and punching it in, increasing the depth of the punch steadily. As he prepared to really punch fuck the boy the entire length of his increasingly sloppy hole, he looked up. Omar had put a triangular cushion under the small of his back and the boy was cleaning the man’s huge sweaty buttocks, ass crack and Omar was pulling Jeff’s tongue into his asshole. After they went a few more rounds, Omar could feel the boy was getting tender. He kept up the punishing fuck though until the boy started saying “Sore pussy, sore pussy.” Abdul perked up and said, “I think he just said more pussy, let me help with that.” Even in his state of near delirium, Jeff groaned. Omar removed the big toy and handed it to Abdul. While Omar began a brutal punch fuck, Abdul coated the stretcher head with another 1/2 gram making sure to fill every cranny. Abdul stood behind the boy as Omar finished the brutal punchfuck and then sent to the boys head to settle in for a nice relaxing session of getting his asshole and cock worshiped. Abdul lined up the head and the boy was quaking a bit in fear of the pain to come. Abdul smiled, and slapped the boys ass then began to ram the toy into the hole, when it broke new ground—fuck this boy pussy was nice and deep—Jeff went rigid and Omar pushed until Jeff was yelling in pain, Omar gave him one more inch and stopped. Without pausing he left the toy in place and turned it, trying to get as much tins as possible in place. Then, without waiting on the boy hole to open he pilled back and inch, gave the thing a quarter turn and then pushed, taking just a tiny more of the holes depth, he did this all around over and over, using the big tool like a tunnel borer. The entire first time Abdul did this Jeff stayed rigid, his whole torso twitching and spasming. But by the second round he was panting and huffing and pushing back, as all of the Tina took hold. From time to time Abdul would push until Jeff went rigid and the push until he was about to yell, and then he would start the hole boring process again, Jeff soon egging him on. By the time the toys was so deep that Abdul’s forearms were buried in the boys hole, the toy so big the stretched open behind it, and Abdul could see inside with no difficulty , he began to push the toy forward with a bit of force, when Jeff was fully screaming he began to pile drive the boy at this new depth, and he heard Omar click the electro back on to a punishing program. They took turns pile driving the boys hole, never really trying to break new ground but always come up with some fresh angle of resistance they would pound out of the boys hole. The boy was lost to the world, his hole periodically giving him an anal orgasm, his body moving and dancing to the rhythms of a boy who took great pleasure from hole abuse. After about a half our, the boy began to get tender again, so Abdul punched him this time while Omar prepared the toy, knowing this was probably the last session with this toy and that it was probably the right time to then move towards gentler play and fucking the boy and slowing down, he coated the stretching head with another 1/2 gram of boylust powder. Abdul finished up his punchfuck with some brutal full fist to armpit fucks and stood up. As Omar moved into place, Abdul held up a point with a quizzical look. Omar grinned, and said, “I was thinking just a quarter but that will do as well. Wait for my signal.” Jeff sighed with a dreamy look on his face and pushed back as Omar smoothly pushed the into the wide open hole when he met resistance he just kept going and Jeff’s eyes flew open, a low growl starting n his throat, Abdul leaned down and said, “I told you we had prodigious appetites.” Right then Jeff threw his head back, the Tina of the stretching head filling his hole, and he started to yell. Omar said “To paradise, slut” and Abdul dropped another 1/4 gram of Tina into Jeff’s veins. Omar made this stretch the most difficult one yet, and kept pushing while the yell turned into a low, hoarse, scream. He pushed past resistance that he would have stopped at earlier, but the boys hole was stretched deeper due to short jabs and fucks of the toys previous entries. He kept pushing until the hole was truly tight and then he pushed into that until the boy arched his back and yelled, “Oh fuck, Master.” Omar smoothly took even a bit more of the boy hole and the boy started panting. Omar quickly and smoothly began to turn the toy in a circle, gently fucking about 1/2 inch as he did so, he had to rearrange his arms, turning the toy like a steering wheel as he established a rocking fucking, still, turning and rocking he pushed ever so slightly deeper, the hole had only gone about an inch deeper than before they slammed him , but at this depth victories were measure in millimeters. Jeff soon grew to love this rhythm, and began pushing back, Omar slowing claiming deeper bits by the tiniest pushes. When the heat of all the Tina took hold again, he felt the boys hole start to open and welcome the invader. He pounced, and pushed the toy in 1/2 inch. Jeff went rigid, then pushed back as Omar started the rhythmic turning and fucking he seemed to love. He gestured to Abdul to take over, Omar spoke quietly in his brother’s ear, knowing Jeff wasn’t listening to anything but the waves of pleasure from his hole, “He’s starting to welcome it of his own accord, he responds beautifully to a rhythmic fuck and a constant turning of the head. Start off that way but slowly turn rougher and definitely claim whatever millimeters you can when he opens. I am going to enjoy this show until you sense it’s time and tell me.” “When I am in place, push slowly,” Omar said, “But listen to your animal and be relentless. Push until he’s panting and begging you to stop and then I will point him, take some more from him then—at this depth, you may only claim a 1/2 centimeter more from him, but his pain will be beautiful to see. Once you sense he really can’t give you more with that stretch, fuck him with increasing brutality and take him deeper as much as you deem possible.” “I will give his pussy a fuck to remember us by,” Abdul promised, smiling with a distinctly evil air. Abdul was so eager to hurt Jeff, that he only fucked him a a short while before signaling his brother. Abdul didn’t really want to take any depth from the pussy this way—he wanted to do it the hard way with the boy in tears. Once Omar was in place, he began to push, very very slowly, as he knew as well as his brother that small gains in depth at this point could cause lots of pain. Knowing this was his last chance to make the boy suffer in one of his favorite ways—through the claiming of a deep hole—he relished watching the stages of rigidity, then screaming, as he kept pushing he saw the boy was going to beg. “Paradise,” he said, and Omar slammed the boy. Abdul never stopped pushing, but was very, very slow about it. When the coughing ended and the wave of desire reached the boys hole, Abdul felt him open. The boy was completely locked into position, his entire body tense, but Abdul continued to push until he reached a very deep tight place, he paused and held still, the boys hole offered a moment of relaxation and he pushed another millimeter, doing this a half-dozen times, until the boy began to anal orgasm. As the spasm started deep the hole opened to Abdul’s slight pressure and he got another 1/2 millimeter, he pressed a little harder and the boy started keening, his entire body shaking and sweat dripping. Abdul held fast keeping the tiniest bit of pressure. Omar stick his hand in and desposited probably another 1/4 gram into the boy, using lube to massage it into the open hole all around Omar’s arm. Jeff started whispering “No more, no more,” but Abdul kept up the pressure. As the new game took hold he felt the boys hole give way spasming open the stopping, open for the slightest push. Omar appeared, and grinned evilly, holding another 1/4 gram point, and said softly “Penis.” He slid under the boy but the boy was lost in a world between ecstasy and agony. The boy hissed and in the mirror Abdul saw Omar pull the boys cock straight by the needle piercing him, he swabbed the length of the boys cock and then jabbed the needle into the vein ruing along the bottom of the boys cock, and slammed the kid. As Omar scurried out he saw the slam had made the boys cock erect, and pull even more painfully on the needles. Abdul started pushing, and the minute the wave of desire hit the boys ass opened and welcomed probably an entire 1/2 inch. Still Abdul pushed, harder than he had. He looked up and the boy was riding waves of desire and then Jeff’s hole gave him a few more millimeters—by this point Abdul estimated they been pushing the boy for 15 minutes so Abdul pushed again until the boy screamed. He than began to gently fuck the boy with the counter turning rhythm he loved, Jeff groaned and keened for a few minutes, Abdul pounding a little harder and finding the boy had a few tiny little increments yet to give They fucked the boy for a further two hours, not caring that they were pushing his limits very hard. After he was completely open to this latest depth, Omar took over punching the boy with his fists and other giant toys. Abdul moved the boy onto his back in the gyno chair and got out the biggest metal toy, the one Jeff hadn’t taken. It slide in with relative ease, covered in a fresh Tina load, and Abdul too the opportunity to teach Jeff about painful stretching at a new depth. After he got the boy a little deeper, he asked Omar to set up the poppers machine. He used the toy to fuck the boy in all directions, getting bigger and bigger angles, as the boy dissolved further into an ecstatic state. From time to time Abdul would stop and claim some territory. After a while, Omar whispered that he was ressdy to fuck the boys “velvet, sloppy hole.” Abdul said he wanted to hurt the boy a final time. Abdul pushed firmly straight up the boys hole, as new territory was claimed and the boy started screaming he pushed some more, the boy became desperate, panting, but kept the pressure on until he had claimed a total of two inches, an incredible feet at that depth. He then used the toy with incredible brutality, punching the hole deep with all of its shapes and bumps and spiked. At first the boy screamed and then he began to revel in the abuse and his hole gave Abdul a least 3/4 inch note which Abdul took in brutal sadistic pushes. After he’d done this for half and hour, he gave the boy a series of brutal punch’s with the thing claiming a tiny bit of territory each time. Jeff was lost in a pain/pleasure loop and Abdul pushed him harder, and took another 1/4 inch. He then pulled the thing about a quarter out and began to punch the boys hole with it, each time being sure to claim a final bit of the boys soul. Finally he pushed it in until the boy was screaming then he stopped. He got up and kissed the boy, whose face was a rictus of pain, and got up to help Omar get ready to start taking the boy down. When Omar came back the boy was back on a blissful state, so Omar started fucking the boy with the toy. He was able to brutally claim a bit more territory and started pounding the boy at that depth at every angle. He finally sent the toy in until the boy screamed—it didn’t take much at all—and he set the thing moving and twisting and rolling, and keeping this up he fucked the boy deeper until he was desperately begging. Omar punched with at that depth for an out 10 minutes then stopped and threaded the toy out. Despite the serious abuse, there wasn’t a drop of blood, and Omar praised the boy and then had him clean the toy with his mouth, threading the huge thing as far down Jeff’s throat as he could, making Jeff splutter and throw up around it. They moved into the area with cushions and pillows and each brother gave Jeff a load of chempiss, they then dissolved a 1/4 gram into an enema bag of chempiss the twins had collected when they didn’t piss in Jeff’s throat or ass, and gave him that. They plugged him with an inflatable plug that they had to blow up about 1/2 way before it would lock in the boys loose hole. As the men relaxed, Jeff would serve them as directed, cleaning their bodies all over with his tongue, cleaning their ass and worshiping their hole, suckling their big cocks. He worship their huge legs and sucked on their toes and the men idly played with his hole, slipping fingers alongside the toy or inflating and deflating the plug and gently fucking him with it. After about a half hour, the twins cleaned out Jeff’s hole, making him take bigger and bigger enemas, after about six times they filled him so full he was quaking and they plugged him inflating the plug as far as it would go. They then led him, moaning and quivering and bathed him. They then made him bath them and worship their bodies, tweaking his nipples and giving him light slaps. As the fullness turned to pleasure, as it so often does for a true bottom, they let him let the water out. They led him to the other area and gave Jeff a very slam and they fucked, fisted, and punched him, going all the way to the shoulder over and over. They were occasionally brutal, because Jeff craved it, but to their standards it was not particularly rough sex. They doubled him multiple times and finally both men shot loads in Jeff. After he cleaned their sweat off with his tongue they lay and rested. Then they fucked and fisted Jeff, and when he begged Abdul to hurt him deep, Abdul agreed, kissing the boy and praising him before being open about his needs. They all agreed not to go crazy and the men agreed they would keep their animal lusts on a short leash. Abdul retrieved several of his most difficult toys, including the metal one Jeff had grown to love. Abdul loved this kind of pain play almost as much as being truly brutal. The boy was a bit sore, which meant Abdul could be gentle and still cause exciting pain. They played for probably another two hours, Jeff twisting and groaning and going ridged as always. Abdul rarely pushed him beyond a scream, although occasionally Jeff would cry “Please Master, I need it” and urge Abdul on. The pace was very slow, and Jeff seemed to relish twisting in pain. For rest periods, Omar would gently fist the boy while Abdul relaxed and watched, sometime joining in to double the boy, getting in behind the shoulders. Finally Abdul sense the Jeff was truly too sore to continue, and after making him howl and scream and beg for more and then beg him to stop, Abdul pushed him a trifle more. He held that depth for just a minute, to remind Jeff that he was ultimately in charge, and then gently pulled back. They both praised Jeff as a good boy and they all cuddled and relaxed, Jeff drifting on a sea of endorphins, sometimes just relaxing with his eyes closed,sometimes nursing on one or the other of their giant perfect cocks. They rested, and occasionally one of them would gently fuck Jeff, telling him that is hole was pure velvet. Jeff occasionally rode the men’s giant arms, taking them elbow deep, but always slowly and sensuously, his eyes closed in bliss. They both put another load in him and relaxed. After a while, Jeff took a load of piss from each man down his throat and worshiped their asses. They took him to the shower and everyone bathed each other. They gently cleaned Jeff’s hole and praised him and kissed him all over. Omar and rang for Ezekiel, who came to blindfold the exhausted boy, still fizzy with desire, and led him to his room.

Jeff came to consciousness strapped into a sling, his arms were free enough that he could operate a poppers sniffer, but not reach his tits. His tits were now wearing regular alligator clips. He could see and feel that his body was very sore all over, although someone had rubbed an ointment all over him that soothed a little. His asshole throbbed in time to the beat around yet another big plug. Dark trance music played and he could hear the sounds of porn on the several screens around the room. His eyes focused on one screen and saw himself, tied in a sling, getting punched by Daddy Ben’s big balled fist. He almost didn’t recognize himself in the video, but he rembered those moments well, his pussy throbbing with hunger around the plug. Noticing he was awake, Abdul got up from the low leather sofa set up again the wall where he and Omar and been watching and jacking their hard cocks. He reached over and showed him a yellow enema bag. “This is chempiss collected from sex parties and sex clubs all over Chicago, and all of our chempiss that didn’t got directly in your mouth or ass earlier,” he said, “Enjoy the ride—and don’t worry we dissolved a few extra shards in it to make sure you get a full dose.” He then pulled the big plug out of Jeff’s hole and threaded the thin tube inside the boy hole. The boy slowly opened around the questing tube until Abdul could tell that it was as far it would go. It was very deep, 18.5 inches according the depth marker on the tube. He released the flood and filled the boy full from that depth until his second chamber, he then filled the boys first and second chamber with all that remained. Within seconds of this process starting he could tell the boy was feeling it, his eyes going black from dilated pupils and his body squirming. He spanked the boy to make the hole close as he removed the tube. He then inserted a tube connected to a small air pump, into the boys second hole and followed this with a wide but relatively flat plug. He then gave the boy pumps of air to force the piss deeper and make him wider. He did this as the boy groaned, and when he went rigid and gasping he stopped. He held the boy at that point for several moments until he saw the hunger take over and he released the valve so a bit of the air could escape—they didn’t want to rapture anything, just get the boy wide open. He then wired up his cock and balls and put it on a steadily increasing program that went just a few steps into the shouting pain level. This made the boy twist and turn, and caused the piss to slosh around and deliver a fresh payload of fire to the boy’s colon. After about 30 minutes, Omar came over and gave Jeff’s genitals a punishing series of increasingly hard jolts. He then played with the settings for a while, increasing the setting that caused the boy to scream each time. Finally, he stopped and pumped the boys hole several pumps passed where Abdul had gotten—the Tina was opening the boy up well. Once the boy went rigid, at about six beyond what Abdul had done. He gave him three more until until the boy was crying. He held the boy there for three minutes, enjoying the look of the boy alternating between pain and a desire for stretching. He then released a good bit of air and pumped the boy’s hole back up to desperation and then down again. After doing this several times- Jeff was panting but still moving his body like he needed a fuck—Omar set the electrical on a very painful level and pumped the boy up hard at the same time. The boy went rigid and he gave him two more pumps. The boy started screaming. Omar let him scream for a minute then gave him one more pump while raising the level of the electrical to max. Within seconds Jeff was begging “Please, Master, please Master.” Omar responded with two more pumps causing Jeff to howl. When Abdul heard Jeff begging, he came over, his cock hard as a rock. They held the twink in this state of unbearable pain for four minutes in total. They first let the air out of his hole, but his beautiful eightpack cramped and twisted as if still stretched. They then removed the electro wires and Jeff lay their panting. But the huge amount of Tina that had been drive deeper and deeper into his body already began to make him writhe with lust. “We must fuck him, brother,” Abdul said, “I need to use him now.” Omar nodded and smiled. Abdul got between the boys legs and slapped Jeff hard to get his attention. “You want our big cocks, boy?” Jeff was barely coherent, but he immediately started begging, “Fuck me forever, master, fuck me forever.” Abdul popped the dildo out, release a gush of piss, and then he penetrated the boy to the root, driving piss out of the boys hole but also deeper than any chems had ever been inside Jeff. Abdul settled in for a hard fuck, the floor of the dungeon becoming increasingly wet as piss dripped down Abdul’s huge bull balls. They both fucked him for a while, and finally they picked Jeff up and made him let out all the remaining piss. Everybody showered together, and they gave the boy a few big water enemies, filling him with more and more each time. Each time they filled him to the point where he was groaning from pain, they made him hold it a minute. They did this several times, mostly just for their general enjoyment of seeing Jeff suffer. They finally relented and Abdul picked Jeff up and put him back into the sling. Some of their slaves and been into the room while they were showering and everything was spick and span. They had set up a big toy chest, with all sizes and shapes of dildos and plugs, and a huge tub of lubricant. A small leather box lay open, full of pre-measured doses of Tina in small doses, and a couple of dozen points, all clearly marked with the dosage. There was a smaller squeeze bottle of lube marked “Pussy Hunger” with a photograph of a trashed boycunt under it. Jeff smiled: Tina spiked lube. Next to that was another big closed box that Jeff assumed was more Tina. Abdul handled him a small capsule and a small bottle of Gatorade. “That’s some of the finest ecstasy from Amsterdam and a small dose of GHB to wash it down.” Jeff smiled, and said “Thank you, Master,” and immediately swallowed the pill and chugged the GHB. Both men came and made out with him together, whispering about how they were going to trash his cunt and send him to paradise. Abdul went down to the boys hole, which by this point was twitching with desire. He picked up the squeeze bottle of laced lube and shoved it into the boys hole and squeezed a huge amount of it in Jeff’s gaping hole. He turned to Omar and said, “Call and tell Ezekiel to make two more batches this size, please brother. I want to trash this hole.” And trash his hole they did. They spent very little time opening him before they started moving around in the boys hole, making it wider and questing deeper. They didn’t go too crazy, though. They made sure Jeff was feeling the stretch and were extremely demanding but they weren’t particularly brutal based on what Jeff had experienced from his own Daddies and their friends. After about 90 minutes, while Omar was being really demanding on depth, pushing the boy to take his crane-shaped fist up to 3/4s of the way to the elbow. He then looked to Abdul, and said “Now, brother, unleash the boy’s beast.” Abdul efficiently unbound the boys right arm and pulled it out straight. Jeff, well- trained pig that he was made a fist. Abdul quickly food a vein and showing expertise from years of pointing boys, he quickly registered blood and sent a 1/4 gram dose into the boy. Jeff coughed loudly, and immediately chanted “Destroy me, Master, please.” Abdul felt the boys hole open up and he slid into the boy nearly to the elbow. Now they did go brutal, while Jeff begged them for more. They were soon punching him elbow deep with their fists in a smaller shape. Once he got opened and comfortable, they increased their brutality, going in with a small fist but pulling out with a full square fist. Jeff was in pig heaven, his head thrashing and riding the waves of pain and pleasure. After a couple of hours, they fed the boy’s hole a 1/4 gram vial, Omar shoving it in with a full square fist and dumping as much if it all around the boys pussy as deep as he could go. They then doubled him, moving quickly from a flat hand to a joined fist. Jeff couldn’t take this smoothly, and perched with it half way in, panting and groaning, they kept pushing and told him to huff big huffs of his poppers. As the poppers kicked in the boy’s cunt opened and the joining fist entered. Jeff gave a small scream and panted. The men slowly pushed in, not stopping until the hole stopped, the boys hole was tight as a drum around the huge diameter of their joined forearms. Omar smiled at his brother and said “Now,” and both he and his brother slipped two finger into the boy’s stretched hole. Jeff groaned and then moaned even more loudly as more of the massive pair of arms entered him. They were persistent and demanding, and almost got to the elbow. When it became clear that, as much as Jeff clearly wanted it, his hole wouldn’t stretch more, the joined fists began fucking him, increasing the speed until it was a full joined punch and Jeff was screaming in ecstasy. Their brutality increased five fold, now that the boy was open. One of them would torture the boys cock, balls, and tits while the other one brutally punched him. Jeff was so high he relished the abuse and begged for more. When each of the men was able to punch fuck him to the elbow, the joined their first together and stretched him past the elbow, until his hole was tight around their combined elbow. They pushed him hard and the two elbows went inside. This brought the boy to awareness and he screamed. They stayed completely still until he started fucking himself on the huge mass of joined arms. They fisted him for eight hours, and when they tired of this, Omar got him out of the sling and carried him, fisting the young twink the entire time, over to a more comfortable padded gyno chair. Abdul secured his wrists and arms comfortable but immobile. This next bit of assplay was intended to cause the boy pain, and so he would only get poppers when one of them wanted him to have them. Omar secured his ankles and legs and adjusted it so the boy’s hole was at a comfortable arm height and admired the boys trashed boycunt. Omar made a wide square fist and brutally shoved it in. He then punch fucked Jeff hard, going deeper and deeper relentlessly while his brother adjusted straps to give the boy’s body some play of movement. He got to his shoulder and stopped, Jeff panting and groaning loudly, he the pushed forward slowly but firmly until he was buried shoulder deep in the pig. “Send him to paradise, brother,” he said, and Abdul quickly gave the boy the largest slam of the night, nearly 1/2 gram. After the boy coughed and Abdul felt his hole turn hungry he pushed forward hard, burying his huge shoulder until the boy’s cunt was tickled by his pubes. He punched the boy at this depth for quite a while, Jeff turning again into a mess of pain and desire. While Omar further trashed the boys cunt, Abdul set up to do the thing he liked best. He loved to torture boys deep in their holes by using all manner of very firm or hard depth toys, and long toys with all sorts of dificult or painful bumps, spikes, or ridges. The boys almost perceived it as torture at first, but by the point he did this they were so fucked up that they begged him not to stop. When Omar tired of deep fisting the boy, he motioned for Abdul to have his turn. Jeff’s hole was even more trashed now, hanging open and wet, his regularly pumped asslips ragged. He started with a specially prepared toy. It was thin depth trainer with all kinds of ridges, hollow and small bumps. The entire thing—ever ridge and hollow was coated with finely ground Tina. Abdul splipped the toy in, careful to keep it running in one direction as it delivered its payload from its highest points. He was relentless and slowly pushed it well past Jeff’s limits. Jeff had long ago went rigid, his entire hole burning, but Abdul didn’t stop until he got to the base, a ball of silicone about the double the size of a baseball, covered in spiky silicon. He shoved the thing in one brutal push, sending the boy screaming for a brief few seconds. Once the boy calmed down, he starting twisting the ball and its very long tail buried deep in Jeff’s guts. This movement caused the entire toy to deposit Tina deeper than the boy had ever experienced. Within minutes the boy was being punched fucked by the brutal ball while Jeff just begged to be used. Abdul used increasingly stiffer and more difficult toys on the boy, his tears and begging for mercy made Abdul’s cock increasingly hard. The play followed a predictable cycle, as Jeff experienced new sensations deeper than he ever had, he would first perceive it as pain. But slowly the Tina hunger would awaken and he would be begging for more. Once he got a particularly brutal hard silicone toy covered in tennis sized balls buried in the boy (it took 20 minutes, it caused so much pain), Abdul left it there as the boy started relaxing around the toy and begging to be fucked. He then grabbed two of his toys that had most boys begging almost right away. There were two version of this toy, one larger than the other. They were a series of irregular metal shapes attached to a thin flexible but still rigid lengths. The were covered with small pumps and whirls and every other one had a small area of blunt spikes. He coated the toys in lube and an enormous amount of Tina. As Abdul intended, Jeff started begging for him to stop after the first three entered his hole. The toys had very little give and forced his colon to line up. Abdul knew the boy could take it—Omar’s arm didn’t bend eíther and he had taken it to the shoulder. The smaller one was just bicep deep length. But Omar’s arm wasn’t coated in ridges and spikes nor did it contain a Tina burn. Abdul worked slowly and carefully, but he was relentless—the minute he sensed Jeff’s hole opening up he went for it. After the first one was all in, he popped his fist in and slowly pushed the toy until the last square was in the boys second hole, stretched around the thing. Now he gently twisted the thing, and Jeff screamed as he felt the scraping of his skin and the Tina still lodged all around started entering his bloodstream. Within seconds he was begging “Please, more, Master.” So Abdul gently fucked him, still twisting and turning for a few minutes. He then removed his hand and just slightly too fast he pulled the thing out in one way. While Omar gave the boy several big huffs of poppers and then stood by with more poppers ready, Abdul recoated the second one with a second layer of Tina. He had been given leeway to destroy the boy entirely. The larger toy was about as long as his arm, about as deep as Omar’s shoulder. But it ended in a chain mail glove glistening with lube and Tina. He was able to be a little rougher with the boy—the boy’s need to help in the destruction of his own hole was strong. Abdul pushed a little faster, and would get different shapes in and fuck the boy gently before going in. He went rigid at about the depth of the smaller toy and Abdul slowed way down. He got Jeff to open his cunt for another two difficult box-shaped bumps, when he squeezed a bulb connected to a thin tube that ran the center of the custom toy. A small door popped open at the top of the toy and small river of lube laced wih a quarter gram of Tina flowed out. Once he felt the need and hunger register, and the boy’s hole opened with fresh desire, he indicated “Poppers brother.” As Jeff started on his third hit he increased the pressure and the boy hole opened deeper and the final shape went in. Without missing a best Abdul twist gently and the toys delivered a fresh load of Tina from the depth of Abdul’s shoulder all along Jeff ‘s colon to the outer chamber. The Tina entered his bruised and swollen veins deep in his hole, and Abdul increased the roughness, Jeff’s beautiful face twisting, alternating between pain and pleasure. “Double poppers, brother” he said. And as the boy was flying on his eight hit in that set Abdul pushed his square first covered in chain mail in, driving the toy deeper. Jeff’s uterly rigid his mouth in a sllent howl, he fists clenched in shock at the huge invasion of Tina burn and size in his ass and the sudden deep penetration. Abdul then Abdul slowly began pushing his fist deeper, coming to rest just inside the boys second hole. Jeff screamed now— they always did, no matter how many times they had experienced it and Abdul carefully opened his fist and coated the boys second chamber. Not even waiting for it to take effect he began to slowly fist the boys second hole, making the long metal tail attached to his fist fuck the boy as well. Now Jeff began to really feel it and started trying to help. Once that happened Abdul withdrew his fist and slowly pulled the rest of the toy out. He reached down to the last toy that had taken the boy so long to take. It slide in to the hilt without a hitch. He grabbed the tail of it and pushed his fist in. Again the boy took it deeper. For the next two hours he and Omar alternated. Omar would deep fist the boy, getting harder and more brutal, sometimes adding textured gloves or spiked ones. Abdul would use different toys shaped like ones Jeff and taken until he found a size the boy found hard. Then he would slowly open the boy up as he cried and begged first “ Master, please, no more,” then “Master, more, please, use me more.” When the twins tired of using the boy, they called Ezekiel who blindfolded the boy and led him to a small guest room. When he took the blindfold off Jeff was surprised to see one wall alternating between still photos of his defilement and debasement before the twins, in many scenes his mouth was open in a scream. He immediately got hard, and Ezekiel laughed and said, “I told you they were addictive.” He led Jeff into a a small bathroom and gave him a series of very deep enemas. Then he bathed the boy, and after drying him with a soft fluffy towel he rubbed an antibiotic ointment all over the boy. He then handed him a pill and told him to take it. Ezekiel gently tucked the boy into bed, saying quiet “ My masters are very pleased with you, beautiful boy, rest now so they can have you again tomorrow.”

Fear not, gentle reader. You will read all about it sometime in the next couple of months. I am currently finishing up my Jeff/Chicago boys story with the Turkish masters and writing another about how Rex (from the Alabama stories) finally met a boy of his own (a reader request).

When Omar and Abdul were done fucking the boy, they each came and stood beside his head on the narrow table. “Get our cocks clean boy,” Omar said, releasing Jeff’s hands and his upper body from his bonds. Jeff eagerly turned to each giant satisfied prick. “Your daddies and all the other men who’ve fucked you are not wrong, pretty cunt, you are class double A perfect fuck,” Abdul said, sighing as he stopped Jeff’s sucking and began feeding him a post-fuck piss, the flavors of semen, and piss mixing with unmistakable harshness of methpiss. As Jeff realized what he was tasting he realized the men had started partying and he didn’t even know it, that must explain their increasing uncontrollable drive. Right as he realized it he felt Omar’s huge hand, folded into the crane position gently slide into his hole. He arched his back sharply—Abdul laughed above him, “We got you pretty open but that was meant to remind you of who’s boss.” Moments later the hand opened and began stuffing a really giant amount of Tina all around his hole, the hand so big it took almost no effort for the expert fister to push what felt like half of the tina up into his second hole, spreading fire and need in equal measure. Once Omar felt Jeff’s hole pulse around his huge hand with need as all the Tina was absorbed, he moved his finger into one of the intermediate positions between folded crane (the smallest) and squared fist (the largest) and cruelly yanked his hand out of Jeff’s spasming hole. Jeff’s screamed loudly, his body jerking and spasming and his hole prolapsing a bit. Omar smiled and leaned over, “Never had that done with a fist that big I take it?” Looking into the boys eyes, already starting to cloud with the desire to have Omar do that again, he smirked “Don’t worry boy, before tonight’s over you will take our squared fist elbow deep in and out of that hungry boy pussy.” Jeff begged him, “Please Master, use me.” Omar stood up and took the cock whip and whipped the boy’s hole closed. He then took a plug slightly larger than his fist and shoved it in one go inside the boy. Over the next two hours they tortured the boy. They bound him to a pole, his hole throbbing around the huge plug, and stepped on his balls with their huge feet. They punched him the stomach, repeatedly, barely letting him catch his breath between increasingly hard punches. The strung him hanging by his arms and weighted his balls, until he was screaming in pain. After an hour, Abdul abruptly removed the plug, and repeated what Omar had done, go inside the boy’s hole gently, deliver a massive dose of Tina, wait to see it begin to be absorbed and pull out a bigger fist. At that point, Jeff was in so much pain he didn’t even now which torture was causing it. After about 20 minute they took a few weights off and attached cruel clamps with thin metal needles which almost—but not quite—pierced his skin. They proceeded to beat him with straps, belts, and floggers. From time to time they would stop, and they would alternate yanking the plug out, shoving their hand in one size and delivering a big load of Tina, and then pull it out with their hand slightly bigger. Each time they did this they made them hand going in slightly more of a fist and the one coming out an even bigger fist, giving him only two chances of getting used to it before making it hurt more all over again. He lost track of the number of times they did this and had no sense of how high he was. All he knew was that each time they did it, it started making him want them to hurt him more. Finally, they caned him all over until his body was covered in painful red stripes, blood just about to break the surface. Then Abdul showed him fresh cut birch switches, and they used those on him for probably 20 minutes as he howled in pain. The switches brought some of the welts from the caning up even higher and small specks of blood began to appear. Finally they stopped and removed all the weights from his balls. They stood on each side of him, squeezing him between their giant bodies. “Feel how much effort we put into punishing you boy,” he said as they each raised their arms and rubbed his face and head all over their sweaty pits and shoulders. They then kissed him, each of them cupping one of his bruised asscheeks with their hands, both men sticking their tongues down his throat, as if to consume him entirely. They alternated this for a while until he felt them each send three fingers on opposite sides of his hole. Jeff put his head back and groaned as the hands entered his hole. When the fingers were buried almost to the root they began to slow pull his hole apart away from the big plug. Jeff began panting and groaning—the men were so strong it was like they were using a speculum on him. As they stretched the big plug inside him began to fall out slowly. Jeff spasmed and bucked but they kept their hands in place, stretching him open. He could feel cool air inside his hole. At some point he started screaming, and he heard Abdul whisper in his ear, “Punishment.” And the moment he said that both men pulled harder snd harder until Jeff screamed, the big plug fell out, and then Jeff passed out from the pain

Jeff Morris was more than a little apprehensive. He was bound tight to a chair in the dungeon of his Daddy Ben and Daddy Jose’s big apartment on Lakeshore Drive. His golden hair was slightly mussed, and the position he was bound in—arms square behind his back—accentuated his swimmers pecs and tight abs. He was just slightly bigger, but with a lot more definition than he had been when he’d met his daddies—they were strict about his workouts. When Jose had greeted him at the door with a rough kiss and a curt “Follow me, cuntboy” and then led him towards the dungeon, Jeff knew the time for his punishment had come. Jeff had began hooking up with his Daddies in the early summer of his 19th year. They were the gardeners for his parents yard, and Jeff had fantasized about having sex with them the minute he saw them, when he was just 13. And now, seven years latter, he was their boy. They’d had a ceremony, with several other gay leather and kink friends in attendance, and he and they were pledged to one another. They’d also written in Jeff as the heir to their business ventures and Jeff was majoring in business and headed for an MBA to run the businesses and expand them. But Jeff had broken a rule: Jeff was not allowed to do drugs during the college year. And he really wasn’t supposed to do drugs with anyone but his Daddies. But this last year—his junior year—he’d turned 21 and had been feeling the constraint of having strict protocols and rules inside and outside the bedroom (truth be told, he wouldn’t have it any other way in the bedroom, but…). He’d gone out on Saturday with a friend from college and taken an X at Hydrate. There he’d been seen by a friend of his Daddy Ben. That next weekend his Daddy Ben and Daddy Jose introduced him to 10 lashes each of the bullwhip. His skin burned at the memory. But they’d also promised him that he would face more consequences. And clearly that time was now. Daddy Ben came and said,”it’s time to get you ready.” He shaved of Jeff’s hair into a short buzz cut. He then got him in the shower and cuffed him with his arms and legs spread wide. Ben cleaned his hole out, really pushing Jeff hard, ignoring his grunts and cries as Ben drove the sure shot deep up inside Jeff’s hole. Ben then shaved every inch of Jeff’s body, leaving only the hair on the top of his head and his eyebrows. Satisfied the boy was hairless and clean on the inside and put, Ben lubed up a long plug and eased it into Jeff’s hole. Daddy Jose came in and addressed Ben, “He’s here for him.” Turning to Jeff, Jose removed Jeff’s cuffs, replacing the ones on his wrists and ankles with thick leather ones with brass fittings stamped with an intricate image of a peacock. He then put a matching wide collar around Jeff’s neck. Looking into his eyes with a serious expression he said, “Master Omar is in the front room. You will go with him and you will make your Daddies proud by being absolutely obedient to him, you understand, boy?” Jeff nodded, suddenly afraid, and said softly, “Yes, sir.” They led him to the big front room where an absolute giant of a muscle man stood. Master Omar was at least 6’11” with the broadest shoulders Jeff had ever seen. He was so big and so muscled, it was almost as if he were a Tom of Finland drawing. He was wearing tight leather pants that showcased his huge thighs and what appeared to be a baseball bat between his legs. He wore an open leather vest, his huge pecs and 8-pack covered in a light layer of dark fur. “Do you like what you see pretty boy?” Master Omar smirked, his voice so deep it sent chills up Jeff’s spine. Jeff was already erect from the excitement of seeing this gorgeous muscle man, precum dripping copiously out of his shaved cock. Jeff practically moaned, “Oh yes, sir, I do.” “Good, because you will be serving me and my twin brother, Master Abdull, for the next four days,” Master Omar said, a hard wicked smile on his face, “All our other slaves will be performing only their domestic duties, as well as keeping you cleaned up and ready for service. You will serve as our only outlet for our sexual desires boy. And I assure you, our appetites are insatiable.” He then stepped up to the boy and cuffed Jeff’s arms together in front of his stomach, and led Jeff by the leash down the penthouse’s private elevator to a big Mercedes van with black windows. Opening the back door, he revealed that the back two seats had been removed and in its place was a rubber-covered mat with various places to affix restraints and ties. He reached in a produced a thick blindfold which he affixed efficiently around Jeff’s eyes. Now unable to see, Jeff’s sense of smell was heightened, and he began uncontrollably leaking precum as he smelled the giant man’s scent. Omar laughed, and drew the smaller boy into his armpit, Jeff immediately started sniffing and licking the hairy pitt like a dog in heat. “Oh pretty boy, my brother and I are going to have so much fun with you,” Omar laughed. Omar removed the plug that was in Jeff and handed it back to the boy’s Daddies. He then eased a larger one that immediately started vibrating in Jeff’s hole, causing him to quake and jump. He tied the boy down spreadeagled on his back, and restrained his body with a series of tight leather straps. Jeff had no idea how long they travelled, but it was at least a couple of hours. When the van finally stopped, Jeff heard the back door open and felt a rush of cool hair. He felt the big man efficiently undoing the straps and loosening his cuffs. He was picked up as if he were a feather and gently stood upright, and the buzzing in his ass finally ceased. It was immediately replaced though with his nearly constant, innate desire to be fucked. Omar addressed someone he couldn’t see, “Take the boy to your rooms and make sure he is prepared for presentation to us. Make sure he knows the correct way to kneel when he’s not needed.” Jeff was lead by the leash across what was probably a driveway, the concrete cool against his bare feet. “There are four steps up,” a gentle voice said, and the unseen man helped him climb them. He was lead into what was probably a house—he could hear quiet murmuring of voices, all male, and the sounds of housework. He was lead down a long hall and then he felt the cold of a tile floor. His blindfold was removed. Standing in front of him was an older twink, probably 35, his body in gorgeous shape with a highly defined musculature rather like his own. He wore gold rings in his nipples and a big gold PA in his circumcised cock, his big balls drooped unnaturally, clearly having been stretched over many years. Around his neck was a peacock stamped collar like the one Jeff wore, but this one was clearly a dress item, with gold studs interspersed with small diamonds. His entire body from the top of his head was completely hairless, including his eyebrows. “I am Ezekiel,” the man said, traces of an accent gave the name an edge. “I have been in the service of my Masters for 15 years and I manage the household. I will see that you please them in your appearance,” the man said softly, “I know that you are here to be punished, but be aware, my Masters are addictive. After they come here once, most submissives crave their bodies and cruelty and massive cocks again and again. I predict your Daddies will let you come back as a reward from time to time.” Jeff lowered his head, blushing at the memory of his reaction to Master Omar’s scent. Ezekiel smiled, “I see it’s already happening, the next four days will be hard for you, though, for with their pleasure always comes pain.” Ezekiel put Jeff in the shower, and bathed him, inspecting him for any strays hairs which he efficiently shaved away using a sandelwood scented oil. Satisfied the boy was smooth, Ezekiel gently cleaned him out again throughly, and then had him bend over where he used a tube of thick lube to lube Jeff’s hole deep. Ezekiel lead Jeff, blindfolded and back in the cuffs and collar, and then stopped in front of a door. “I suspect my Masters have prepared a little demonstration of your life for the next four days,” he said, amusement and affection leaking though his tone, “They can be incorrigible show offs, but they truly are amazing.” With that he pushed the door open and lead Jeff into a room where the sounds of hard sex were filling the air. Ezekiel had Jeff kneel and bow his head in the waiting position he’d been taught. He removed the blindfold and Jeff hear him leave the room. Jeff sensed someone approaching and a pair of massive feet appeared, big rough hands gently lifted his face to look at the man in front of him. “I am Master Abdul,” the giant man said, his voice a deep accented bass that sent erotic thrills down his spine. Jeff knelt there, his mouth open with lust and precum dripping on the mat below. He could hear moans and little screams and grunts behind the big man, but he was so large and he was facing a direction where he couldn’t really see what was going on. Abdul was as tall as his brother with the same massive hairy body, but Jeff was seeing the biggest cock he’d ever seen. Abdul was rock hard, his cock maybe slightly less thick around than his Daddy Jose’s but it was by far biggest dick Jeff had ever seen that wasn’t made of silicone. It must have been 14 or 15 inches long, a giant spiked PA went through the enormous head and then the entire underside of the monster sported a Jacob’s ladder, with barbells with really one normal size ball and one really large ball on each end, the large balls and small balls alternated, Jeff honestly couldn’t wait to ride that cock and feel how those balls felt in his hole, even if it hurt. Abdul smiled, it wasn’t the first time he’d seen that reaction from a submissive pussyboy, “You are as beautiful as my brother said, little boy,” Abdul said, “You ready to be punished by me and my brother, little pussboy?” Jeff shivered and looked into the man’s dark eyes, “Yes, Master, I hope to provide you with much pleasure.” “My brother and I are just finishing up with another guest,” Abdul said turning Jeff’s body to the left, “We will be with you in a moment.” The spectacle or “demonstration” the men had displayed was jaw-dropping. A young man—maybe 23 or 24–was suspended from the ceiling. He was a slightly older version of Jeff, golden hair cut short, but his body was phenomenal. The strain of the position was making every vein pop, his definition out of this world. Jeff knew he had a good body, and he was more muscular and defined now that he followed his Daddy’s Jose strict diet and workout schedule, yet this boys body was next level. The state of the young body was also next level. his skin, which on his face looked golden like Jeff’s, was bright red all over, covered in the signs of strapping, caning, and the clear line of heavy bull whipping with faintly healing red spots where the whip had drawn blood. Jeff could see marks on his arms indicating the boy had been slammed, multiple times. His hole was gaping open, puffy and wide, drizzling a constant stream of cum and lube, and occasionally trying to wink closed. Omar stood in front of the swinging boy, his cock dripping with lube and the boys ass juices. Omar’s cock was very nearly identical to his brothers monster, but if anything, it looked very slightly thicker and maybe, if that were even possible, longer. “What do you need, boy,” he demanded. The boy opened his eyes, and Jeff saw that they were black with need, “Please, please, use me Master, possess me, sir.” Jeff knew, from watching videos of himself, exactly how the boy felt. He’d seen himself beg like that. Omar appeared in Jeff’s vision, his huge balled fist dripping with a white lube, and he shoved the first into the boy. The boy’s hole easily accepted the monster, but his entire body went rigid and he screamed as Omar’s fist went mid-forearm deep into the boy. The twins alternated fisting the boy for probably 20 minutes, the young man writhing and groaning and begging them to stop and them begging them for more. They fisted the boy deeper and deeper, until his hole was stretched wide around their huge arms right before the elbow. Clearly, Jeff thought, this was a repeat of something the boy had already done. When then put the young man on his hands and knees, he was practically vibrating with needy bottom lust, and started begging to be fucked. Jeff noticed that he kept his position perfect, face on the padded floor, back arched, and that he used his hands to open his ass wide, his destroyed hole farting out air the men’s abuse had jammed inside him. So they alternated fucking him brutally slamming into his hole from all angles. When Abdul took a turn the lube slowly started turning pink. He kept it up for a minute more and pulled out giving his brother Omar a go. Master Abdul stood in front of Jeff. “As my brother told you, we have prodigious appetites which you will fulfill beyond the best of your abilities this week. You have no safeword here and we will not stop just because you are in pain,” he stated matter-of-factly, “Your daddies have set a few limits, and athough giving a disobedient boy like you any concern is not our way with our boys, we respect your daddies as the owners of your body and will not breach them.” Stepping forward with the giant hard cock in Jeff’s face, he commanded “Your service starts now, make my cock squeaky clean, slave.” After Jeff cleaned the man’s cock with his tongue, the faint layer of blood metallic on his tongue, he did his best to suck the huge cock. He could get about 1/3 of it in his throat, but not much more. Master Abdul stopped him and lifted his face, “Later, when we have given you drugs we will allow poppers and you will learn to take all of both our cocks,” he promised, “But you will be sober the first time we fuck you—we want to see how deep is your hunger with no enhancements first. “ While Jeff was trying to the impossible task of getting the giant tool down his throat, he heard the sound of fucking stop. He heard a gentle bass voice, talking soothingly, and then a small bell ring. Omar came to stand by his brother, his giant cock dripping and now red with blood. “The boys hole is finished,” he told his brother. Abdul stopped Jeff’s sucking abruptly, and pulled out until his cock filled Jeff’s mouth. “Drink,”he said, and Jeff’s throat pulsed as he drank a giant load of piss. Jeff did the same for Omar, cringing slightly at the taste of blood that coated the man’s giant fuckstick. He sucked him for a while and then when the man had given him a second load of piss he pulled back. Jeff assumed the position he’d been taught, head bowed and ass resting on his ankles, hands still cuffed behind him. “Good boy,” Abdul said, ruffling his short hair like he was petting a dog. Abdul led him over, pushing his head down so he walked with it bowed in submission and had him kneel down on his knees, head still bowed and hands still behind him. He heard rustling around and one of the men placed a pair of very painful tit clamps on him. Someone then kicked his knees apart, big cock swinging in his face, still covered in his saliva—still Master Abdul then—placed a parachute on his balls and hung enough weight that he groaned. Abdul walked a few feet and it sounded like he was sitting down. “Raise your head, pretty pussy,” one of the twins commanded. Jeff looked up and his heart raced. He was terrified of the pain these men were going to cause him but fuuuuuck they were hot. They sat on identical carved chairs with thick black leather cushions. Each man set forward on the seat in a comfortable recline, their legs and feet relaxed on long padded rests. Their big cocks were only partially hard, still swelled up as if ready for sex but hanging down, with their huge muscled glutes partially visible. Jeff moaned with lust as he realized the entire setup was so they could relax in complete comfort as a boy sucked on his masters asshole, worshiped his legs and feet, or gagged on his Masters giant cock. “Did you enjoy our piss, boy?,” Abdul asked. “I love your piss, Master,” Jeff replied truthfully. “You will not love everything that we demand of you, I assure you, you will experience much pain,” Master Omar said, “But I am sure a bottom slut like you will enjoy most of it, even the pain. Are you a bottom slut and a pain pig?” “I have been a bottom slut my entire life, Master,” Jeff said, and then he shivered and his face looked ashamed, “But my daddies have showed me that my inner nature also craved pain.” Omar then said, “You will be used and given far more agony here than you’ve ever experienced, beyond what your pain pig nature can comprehend, because you are being punished for your unfaithfulness to the covenant you made with the two men who love you more than anything in the world.” Jeff turned red with shame and tears welled up in his eyes. “They made a covenant with you, sealed with a ring, made you the heir to their multimillion dollar fortune, gave you a sure path to being the CEO of a very successful company, and you repay them by breaking the simplest of the rules they asked of you. What was the rule you broke, you unfaithful slut?” Jeff was now crying, the way Omar said it he sounded like a terrible person. “I did drugs on a school weekend, Master, and without my Daddies permission, even though I knew it was wrong.” Abdul walked around behind him and he felt him tugging on his balls. Omar reached down and slapped Jeff’s face so hard he felt blood well on his lip. He spoked sternly, “And how did you do on the history midterm you had the next week?” “I got a B-, Master,”. Jeff said, still catching his breath from the pain. “And what is your normal grade on your college coursework?” Abdul said, now towering over Jeff next to his brother, both their cocks rising as they humiliated the boy. “I am a straight A student, Master.” With that Abdul slapped his other cheek several times till Jeff was seeing stars. “And did you tell your daddies what you done and beg them for forgiveness? Omar demanded. “No, Master.,” Jeff replied softly. “Such an unfaithful boy,” Abdul said, “We are here to see that the costs of being unfaithful to your Daddies is seared on your body with remembered pain, you unfaithful cunt. When you scream remember it was you that did this.” The men returned to their seats. Omar spoke, “The beautiful boy you just saw us using has been coming to be used by us at least twice a year since he was 18. He is slave to a famous Hollywood director and a professional dancer.” Jeff realized now where the definition of that body came from. Abdul continued the story, his deep voice resonating throughout Jeff’s own body, “He, too, broke one of the basic rules of his relationship and so he was sent to us for punishment. His master noticed that when he was allowed to pleasure himself, he very often jacked off and rode dildos to footage of his time with us. Like so many others, he was addicted to us.” “He comes to us at least twice a year, either as a reward or a punishment. This time was a punishment, so we used him especially hard,” Omar said. Jeff swallowed hard, his eyes wide. “Does that scare you, boy?” Omar said with a dark smile, “be honest, none of your unfaithful lies.” Jeff swallowed again, his body shaking a little. He squared his shoulder and spoke honestly and confidently, “It does scare me sir, but I am sorry I let my daddies down and prepared to pay the price. They are center of my world and I hate myself for not being truthful with them.” The big men returned to their chairs and sat down, Jeff kneeled with his head bowed, he heard one of the men snap his fingers and someone—he had no idea anyone else was in the room—swiftly unsnapped his cuffs and fine-fingered hands moved his arms to hang at his sides. One of the men spoke, “Go done to the floor with chest nearly against the floor and your back arched, turn your head to the side”. Jeff complied. “Now crawl to us begging us to use you.” As he started crawling he realized they had snapped something heavy to his the chain running from his balls. He groaned in pain, but he crawled slowly forward without stopping. Begging them, to use him, to hurt him, to make him pay for his unfaithfulness. When he reached a point where he was almost at their chairs, they stopped him. He was between the two men. They commanded him to serve Abdul so he crawled the weight pulling even more painfully as he shifted direction. He served the men with his mouth for what felt like hours. First he serviced their assholes, one by one, his tongue at full length inside the musty tunnels. Their scent and their manliness were so alluring that his ass involuntarily arched with his deep need to be fucked. When one of them would tire, he would slap that top of his head and he would drag the weight—he saw that it was a brick—and service the other man. After a long time of this they commanded he service their cocks. It was impossible to take their cocks more than halfway, and the big PAs (big round rings, they had removed the spiked ones at some point) and the big alternating balls on the lengths of their dicks made it even more difficult. But for a true blue bottom slut like Jeff, it was heaven and he tried his best. After a while, they began having him alternate, jacking their big cocks and moaning with pleasure as his worshiped between their huge glutes. Finally the twins could wait no longer. Jeff’s tongue was in Abdul’s hole when he felt strong arms pick him up and hold him upright, suddenly pulling him upright with one swift motion until the brick was suspended from his balls, Omar laughing as Jeff’s arms flailed clawing at the air and he screamed from the sudden all encompassing pain. Abdul stood up his cock jutting out and he swiftly removed the tit clamps and punched Jeff in the abdomen hard, his swimmers eight pack twisting in pain, his body doubling up and drawing the brick up swinging, Jeff’s mouth open in a silent howl. The minute he relaxed back down, Abdul did it again. He did this five times until Jeff was sobbing and screaming at the same time. After giving the boy a minute, and his screams turned to deep moans Omar crouched down around him, holding Jeff aloft with one hand, and he swiftly released the parachute. Jeff’s felt a sharp pain again as the pressure on his balls was released, he started to scream and almost hiccuped from a the fresh pain of Omar’s giant hand wrapped tightly around his tedticles. Omar lifted the boy by his balls, and held him in front of him, Jeff screaming at the top of his lungs while he body sagged. After what felt like an eternity to Jeff—it was about a minute, Abdul stepped forward and put one of his big hands under the boy ass, raising it just slightly, so that the pressure was relieved a tiny bit. With his other hand he raised the boys head, turning it to him. “Punishment, boy.” Omar carried him by the balls, Abdul providing a little support over to a padded table. Once they got to the table Omar helped him above it, the boys screaming resumed. He suddenly dropped the boy onto the padded surface shouting “Punishment, boy,”. Jeff lay there for a second, still screaming, then his body curled into a fetal position, involuntarily grabbing at his balls, and the tears flowed. The twins remained impassive, and Abdul arranged a small triangular cushion to position the boy’s hole for their cocks. Omar rolled him onto his back and while Abdul grabbed his waist and positioned his ass where they wanted it Omar cuffed the boys to the table, pulling his arms above his head tight. Abdul, meanwhile, cuffed his legs to straps hanging from the dungeon ceiling. Omar put a big immobilizing belt around the boys waist and then walked around to his ass. Jeff felt the table lower, giving a low electric hum, as they positioned his hole precisely to the best height for their cocks. Omar came around and put his armpit over Jeff face, and Jeff breathed in and began licking eagerly. “I am going to fuck you first, with my bigger cock, because we want you to remember how much you love being stretched by our cocks,” Omar stated, deep voice purring with the anticipation of a great fuck, “You will get no poppers—you must prove how much you want this by opening your hole yourself, do you understand?” Jeff raised his ass slightly—the straps didn’t allow for much movement, he answered, his voice muffled by the big man’s pit, “Yes, Master, I will do everything I have in me to give you pleasure.” “Good,” Omar said, walking back towards the boys hole. He positioned himself between the boys legs, slapping at the boys tightly bound balls. He reached underneath the boy and pulled the plug out, and Jeff began the first of many rides on the biggest cock he would ever be fucked by. Omar was surprisingly gentle with him at first—letting his hole open relatively slowly. He was still demanding, and constantly quested to own more of the boys hole. Things began to get very difficult for Jeff the deeper the big man’s cock went. After the first eight inches went in, it got very hard to accommodate the big cock, all of its jewelry, and the PA. Jeff was moaning and panting and groaning, arching his back as much as his bondage would allow. But there was no stopping Omar, and finally the last 1/2 inch slid into the panting 21-year old. He held it there and enjoyed one of his favorite views in the world—a gorgeous blonde twink feeling what it was like to take his enormous dick for the first time. The boy was so nearly free of abdominal fat, that he could see the bulge as his big cock moved organs out of the way. They both fucked him gently at first. Omar slowly increased the pace to a level what Jeff’s Daddy Bill called lovemaking sex. Then he switched places with Abdul, who had installed a very thick PA with a very big ball. it made it almost like Omar hadn’t opened him up, and so Abdul got to see him writhe and moan when he fucked him for the first time. They gently fucked him for a while, slowly increasing the speed until they were able to rough fuck him hard. Jeff was lost in his own world, his mind lost in a cloud of pleasure as he experienced two of the best fucks he’d ever had at the same time. Once they cut loose, fucking his hole at all angles and it started really turning into a loose pussy, the brother who wasn’t fucking him started torturing his balls. Then they sounded him—something he’d never done sober—and fuck it hurt at first. Once they were able to get a thick sound down his cock, keeping it hard and stretched, one twin whipped his cock while the other twin fucked him harder and harder. Abdul especially seemed to love whipping his cock, and finally he brought over a thin piece of metal wire which he used to bring searing pain as it sliced through the sir onto the tender skin of the boys cock. Immobilized, Jeff could do nothing, he was helpless against the onslaught of feelings. No one had ever used him this hard unless he was high, and it was hard to find the pleasure through all the pain. After several hours of this—Jeff felt like it was a lifetime—both men came in him. Each of them shouted and released what seemed like several days of pent up sperm in his hole.

Jose left the boy in the semi dark dungeon, and turned the music up again and went in search of his husband. As expected, Ben was up. Jose found Ben in his own separate walk-in closet. He was wearing a pair of leather cowboy chaps with nothing underneath, a big leather cock ring emphasizing his huge beautiful cock already dripping precum in anticipation of again using the boy of his dreams. He wore an open cowboy vest over his bare torso, the thing making his arms and shoulders seem even more giant than they already were, he had a rawhide band tied in a knot around his giant neck and a red and yellow band on his left shoulder. “Fuck baby,” Jose smiled, “You look like the hottest cowboy in town.” “And you look like what you are: a somewhat evil leather punk with a freshly punished golden blonde twink in your dungeon.” They both laughed and then made out, each of them feeling their gorgeous muscles and tits, the cocks hard as rocks. “Our beautiful boy was paddled hanging from the ceiling until he was crying, then I gave him 20 more. I then hung him upside down and while he serviced daddy’s cock he got his hole coated with boypussy-magic lube to 16 inches, where his Latin daddy left him a big pool of lube , he then hung upside down for a while so all that hunger could go deeper and his daddy treated him to his first suspended facefuck,” Jose said. “Within minutes of letting him down he begged to be used by us, so I left him shackled on the floor with his belly bulging from the biggest load of chempiss he’s ever drank.” Ben just smiled, holding his big tool, “Well let me give him my big load of piss up that hungry boypussy. I want to hear him beg.” So Jose and Ben went to find their boy in the dungeon. Ben lay down beside Jeff, and slipped his hard cock into the boy and filled Jeff’s hole with a big load of chempiss. He then picked up the boy and held him upside down, and with Jose’s help he rebound him to the ceiling. He then enjoyed a delicious facefuck, the boy’s abs twisting beautifully as he struggled to keep his head in position while also filled with liquid. Jose used a series of bigger plugs on the boy, helping to make sure that the piss went deep. Finally, Ben picked the boy up and took him over to the shower, telling him to push the big plug and the piss out. Jeff grunted and groaned and yelled loudly when he got the big plug out. Once the load of piss was out, Jose held the boys ass open while Ben gave him another enema, pushing the boy hard and harder, taking the water as deep as he could. Tiring of this game, the big men took the boy over to the sling and restrained him into it. Ben leaned down, and said to the boy, “My husband and I are going to start doing some depth training on you boy, this will get your ready to take our fists someday soon. Some of this will definitely seem like hurt at first, but you will learn to crave those feelings. We won’t damage you physically, but you will probably cry more than once.” Jose slipped a few shards into Jeff’s hole, and started pushing it around with first three then four fingers, working Jeff’s hole like the perfect pussy it was. Jeff pushed back, clearly needing to be filled, and Jose went in for a deep kiss. Jose than sat down on the little chair they had put down between the boys legs so they’d have a comfortable place to sit while they introduced their boy to heavy assplay. He slowly slid a very rigid, one-inch diameter tool into the boys hole. “Push out, cuntboy,” Jose ordered, “Push out like you are taking a shit.” As Jeff did as ordered, Jose carefully threaded the toy into the boys second hole. Jeff’s body went completely rigid and he gave a little cry. Jose kept the tool in place. “I told you it would hurt at first,” he grinned evilly, “I am going to teach you where your second hole is and how to control it. Start squeezing now.” Jeff did as ordered, his pretty face registering discomfort for about the first minute, then he started to experience the typical pussy boy’ response: his pussy needed it. “Push your boyhole out, baby boy,” Jose ordered. And as Jeff complied, Jose slide the toy in about another half inch, and Jeff grunted. “Now keep squeezing,” Jose ordered. Leaving Jeff too it, and he went and started a timer—the point of the exercise was both to teach the boy about his second hole but also wear that hole out, so the boy could move on and start to stretch deeper. After five minutes, Ben sidled up, and had the boy suck him a bit. He then went to the boys ass and squirted some lube in and then slid his big cock in next the toy, working slowly. He slowly fucked the boy, working the toy in around his big cock. As he’d expected, the boy was able to take much more of the toy with the more familiar feeling of daddy’s big cock. Ben began to push the toy around, moving it under, then beside, then on top of his cock. In each position, he would order Jeff to squeeze on the way out and then push out on the way in. Jeff was alternating between enjoyment and suffering just as Ben intended, but his boypussy began to operate on pilot, learning its role of service to big cock. Ben pulled his cock out and rough fucked the boy with the hard tool, while Jose fed him poppers. Both men got harder and harder as Jeff squealed and grunted while Ben stretched his hole with the difficult little tool. Ben pushed the roughy 8 inch tool in almost completely and got up. “Your turn,” Ben said, and moved to the boy head, “Clean your cunt juice off Daddy’s cock, boy.” Ben sighed contentedly as Jeff began to suckle, his golden skin and red lips wrapped around Ben’s giant tool, Ben’s ginger pubes tickling his nose. Jose stepped up with a small string of silicone beads on a firm but slightly flexible core. Ben leaned down, “Beg your Daddy Jose to use you deep, Jeffy.” Jose leaned over the boy and Jeff looked him in the eyes and said, “Use my boypussy deep, Daddy Jose.” Jose smiled and rough kissed the boy and then suckled and nipped at Jeff’s pert nipples, before bitting each one hard while squeezing Jeff’s balls in his iron grip. Jeff buckled and cried out, but his 8-inch boycock, shrunk from the Tina, drizzled out a steady stream of precum. Jose removed the small, hard plastic rod, and lined the balls up and then used the long lube pump to push another heavy flow of Tina-laced lube deep inside Jeff’s hole. Jose pushed the balls in slowly, and when he felt them questing against the boys second hole, he said “Popper him up, Ben.” After Ben did, Jose commanded Jeff to push and as he did, Jose pushed the little ball into Jeff’s second hole. Jeff cried out and then lay there panting. Ben leaned in, “Good job, baby boy. You feel that?” Still panting, Jeff replied “ Hurts but also feels….Oh ahhhhh.” Jose had slid another ball into his second hole. Jeff’s body was rigid, and Ben grinned and nibbled on the boy’s tits. As the stimulation from his nipples reached his ass, Jeff arched his ass down, pushing towards Jose, showing his new daddies his cunt had already learning to crave the abuse. Jose slid another small shard into the boy now and waited. Ben moved up to Jeff ear, whispering what a beautiful cunt he was. As the new dose of Tina took hold Jeff looked Jose in square in the eyes and said, “Please more, daddy, hurt me.” Ben poppered the boy up, and Jose slipped another bead in. He did this until the entire toy was in the boy. With each bead, Jeff would arch his back up and cry out, but then moments later he would be ready for more, pushing out and trying to swallow another bead. Once the entire tool was in the boy, Jose and Ben switched places. Jose reached up and loosened the boy’s cuffs from the sling. Ben leaned over Jeff’s much shorter body and made out with the boy while Jose made out with Jeff from the side, Jeff using his hands to explore the muscular physiques of the two top studs. The two men and their boy, their tongues and lips combined in a myriad of ways, but mostly it was the two bigger men sticking their tongues down the boys throat together, stretching his mouth open with their insistent lust. After a couple of minutes, they had the boy squeeze on the toy, his entire colon locking down. This caused great discomfort at first, but as the boys deep hole got used to it, it was easier for him. Ben began to carefully fuck Jeff, very, very slightly, with the whole string of beads while the boy was told to just relax. Ben smiled at Jose and nodded. Both men were rock hard. This was their favorite thing to do: hurt a boyass and then teach him the sexual healing Tina could provide to an abused hole. Jose gave the boy the bottle of poppers and commanded him to take several sniffs. Once those settled in, Ben pulled, hard, on the toy and intentionally moving too fast, yanked the entire string of beads out. Jeff screamed, his eyes wide, and then he lay panting. His hands had automatically gone to his boypussy, trying to protect it from pain. Ben batted Jeff’s hands away, and thrust his fingers into the boy all the way to the widest part of his knuckles, collapsed into the small birds hands shape, and Jeff cried out again at the hard stretch. Ben slowly opened his fingers, stretching the boy’s rectum and depositing the giant bump of Tina he’d hidden in his palm. His hands were so big that at just knuckle deep he could stuff most of the Tina through Jeff’s second hole. Within seconds Jeff’s hole was on fire and Ben kept fluttering and moving his fingers, gently stretching open the boys second hole. Once the boy settled in he automatically pushed back. Ben pounced, putting his hand into the bird shape and pushing into the boys second hole. Ben went in only as much as the boy could take, about mid-way down his knuckles, and then he pushed just a bit more, making the boy arch his back and pant. Ben looked down and smiled, the boy had taken a little under 3/4s of his fist. Ben wanted to just keep pushing until the slut’s cunt took his entire big hand, the boy’s pain and suffering be damned. And if it were just an ordinary boy he was training he would have done it right then and there. But Jeff was special, a boy he fully intended to keep, and so he resisted his own animal nature. Oh Jeff would take both their fists, just a little before he was really ready—he was still just a cunt to train, even if he was a special cunt—but Jeff would have the chance to work up to it. Jose made sure the boy poppered up, giving him the bottle with its special sniffer cap to use as he wished. Once those settled in Ben pulled his hand out quickly, again making the boy jump. Jose quickly took his place, wielding a tool they had used hundreds of times to train a boy: the Falcon Branson supercock. They actually had several—when they heard Falcon was going to stop making it, they had bought seven. And this was now the third one they had put into service, the others had finally given up the ghost after so much use. The cock was only seven inches long, but it was a solid seven inches around. So while both their cocks were bigger, they were also squishy relatively bendy flesh. This supercock was much firmer and was a great tool to train a cuntboy. Jose slicked the toy up and slowly pushed the head into the boys hole. “You have your daddies permission to use your poppers when you need them,” Jose said, “But I will punish you if I tell you not too and you do, understand?” Jeff nodded, “ Yes, Daddy, I understand.” Jose then smiled darkly, “Now’s probably a good time to use them, my beautiful pussy boy. Popper up and then push out. “ Once he was sure the poppers were in full effect, Jose slowly but firmly pushed the toy in. When the big seven-inch, blunt head started pushing at Jeff’s second hole, Jose commanded him to take more poppers and push. As the boy did, Jose began to slowly move the toy further in. As the big head went in Jeff grunted but he rounded his hips, pushing his legs wide. Jose smiled, this was the universal body position showing a bottom was learning his place, saying “Take me.” Jose pushed into the shaft was mostly in the boy’s hole and he paused, Jeff was groaning but his face showed ecstasy, so Jose kept pushing until the very wide toy was buried balls deep. Jeff’s mind was gone. He moaned loudly, feeling the fullness of a proper dildo fuck for the first time. Jose and Ben smiled at each other: any boy with that response the fullness provided bu wide dildo through his second hole, especially a boy so young, was going to be a fantastic fistfuck one day very soon. Jose left the tool in place for a couple of minutes while Jeff adjusted. As the tool settled into his hole, Jeff began to move his body in the sling and whine. Jose kept the tool in place. Finally, Jeff opened his eyes and pleaded, “Oh god daddy, please, please fuck me.” So Jose did fuck the boy with the wide tool. He started slowly at first, but the minute he felt Jeff’s hole loosen, he amped things up. Jeff soon learned how to use the poppers, and was very quickly working in partnership with his evil punk Latin daddy in turning his boyhole into a loose squelching pussy. Ben relaxed on the long leather sofa, facing the sling, admiring how incredibly hot the two men looked. Tall, tatted, Latin Daddy Jose, his brown skin glistening with oil and sweat, his huge hands working the wide toy in the small-framed golden boy’s cunt. What made it hotter was how innocent-looking Jeff had clearly become at one with his own defilement, using all manner of obscenities and begging, “Daddy Jose please, daddy, please, daddy, make me your pussy, destroy my cunt, daddy.” After about 45 minutes of this indescribable hotness—at this point Jeff was holding his own ass open while he thrilled to Jose punch-fucking the wide tool into his hole, over and over—Ben could take it no longer. He got up and selected a long, thin, anal snake, and liberally lubing it up he walked over the sling, his cock so hard it ached, a thin, constant stream of precum oozing out of the big red cockhead. “Husband, I need. To use. This boy. Cunt,” Ben ground out. Jose grinned, and used the big toy to deliver a set of five super hard and quick punches, Jeff squealing and crying out. Jose then moved out of the way and Ben immediately started threading the snake into Jeff’s hole. He did so very quickly, overtaken with lust, and Jeff had no trouble with the first bit. His hole was so stretched he barely felt the toy enter his second ring. But he quickly began to cry out as Ben threaded the toy deeper. Jose let Ben hurt the boy for about a minute and a half, going way to fast at new depths with an inexperienced boy, then he leaned in and whispered in Ben’s ear, “Cariño, this isn’t a street whore, it’s a boy we want to keep.” Ben started, and grinned, and immediately stopped pushing. He leaned forward over Jeff’s panting torso, his giant musculature and light ginger fur dwarfing and complimenting Jeff’s hairless golden frame. Looking Jeff in the eyes Ben said seriously “Jeff, my gorgeous boy, I need to posses you inside and out. Will you let your daddy take your hole deep?” Jeff didn’t reply instantly, but as he felt the effects of all the drugs he’d taken turn the pain of the snakes depth into bliss, he smiled. His voice tinged with need, Jeff said, “Oh god Daddy Ben, please take me, fuck me, I need you inside all of me.” Ben smiled and settled down onto the little fisters chair between the golden boy legs, and set out to posses his boys deepest parts. Jeff struggled the entire time, as Ben slowly but relentlessly threaded all 18 inches of the thin snake into Jeff’s tender boypussy. With each new quarter inch, Jeff would cry out, but then soon enough his boyhole would start to suck on the snake and then Ben would hurt him again, leaving Jeff panting and his muscular torso writhing with pain. Jose took over the boys poppers—Jeff was so lost in new sensations he couldn’t do it himself—and once Ben got about 10 inches in, Ben scooped up a huge pile of Tina and buried it in his palm, folding his fist up small. Then without warning, he shoved his hand in as far as he could beside the little snake, pleased to see Jeff took his palm just past the knuckles, and his fingers were about 1/4 inside his boys second hole. Jeff screamed, hard, and then cried out as Ben roughly opened his fingers—stretching the second hole—and fed the boycunt some new, burning, hunger. Ben kept his fingers fluttering and stretching, and actually got his hands almost-widest-point into the beautiful boys hole, until the Tina turned the boy needy again. Goddamn, Ben thought, for the umpteenth time that night, I need to fist him soon. But tonight was about depth and teaching the boy about Tina, sex, pain, and pleasure. And so he abruptly pulled out. Ben immediately pushed the snake in one half inch—double what he’d done before—and Jeff cried out in surprise. But the dark fever of the drugs was now in full possession of the young bottom slut, and within second he pushed back, his abused little asslips opening wide. So now Ben really hurt the boy, and feed the hungry cunt nearly 3/4 of an inch. Jeff screamed, and then lay panting. Jose gave the boy several hits of poppers as Ben began to slowly push until he got about another inch in the boy. Ben knew he was deep and rather than damage the boy, he again worked alongside the boys own natural craving for deep fucking. They worked slowly, Ben occasionally feeding the boyhole with truly tiny bumpsof Tina, just enough to make the hunger grow, and together got to the point where only one inch remained. Ben now began to very, very slowly fuck the boy with the obscene silicone snake, Jose keeping him doubly high on poppers. Soon enough Jeff started begging and so Ben started smoothly pushing the toy in a bit deeper with every fuck. The motion of the snake, bendy and slithering, made the boys hole open up and without much fuss within 10 minutes the toy was fucking the boy’s colon at a full 18 inches. Once the boy was loose at that depth, Ben added his own rock hard cock, under the toy, and using one hand he held the toy to his pubes. This drove Jeff wild—the now already familiar feeling of the huge cock of the man of his dreams reaming out his rectum and second hole paired with the deep slithery snakefuck, Jeff lost his mind in lust. He babbled and cried out, “God I love your cock, fuck me, fuck me deep, god I love you daddy, fuck me, fuck me, use my pussy daddy.” Hearing the innocent golden twink beg so obscenely drove Ben out of his mind. He fucked the boy without thought or strategy. He just needed to own the hole, brutally punching his big cock all around inside the boy. The brutality of his fuck increased the speed and roughness of the snake, as the constant shifts in direction at the start of the snake made the end of it feel like a wild thing deep in Jeff’s cunt. But Jeff needed this fuck, and Jose kept him plied up with poppers so he could take the punishment. After a good half and hour, Ben blew his load, great ropes of milky white cum drenching Jeff’s hole. When Ben finally settled, his body shaking as he his huge cock twitched and spurted final shots of cum into the boys fiery softness, he grinned. Reaching down he grabbed the boys beautiful face, his huge hands able to encompass most of the boy head, and he grinned. He leaned in for a passionate set of deep kisses, his tongue insistent in Jeff’s mouth. “Jeff,” Ben said lustily, “You have one of the sweetest boy holes I’ve ever had the privilege to fuck. You like that fuck boy?” As Ben reached his mouth down to nibble all over the boy’s perfectly-formed square pecs, Jeff arched his back in pleasure and brought his small-boned wrists, still in their big cuffs around Ben’s tight red curls, Jeff’s small apple-shaped biceps popping, and pushed Ben’s face to his chest. Ben began lapping up the boys sweat. Jeff groaned in pleasure and said, “Oh god, more fucking, daddy, more.” As Ben and Jeff made out, Ben began to piss, squiring a huge steady stream of very potent chempiss into the boys hole. Once he was done pissing, Ben abruptly stood up straight, and slapping the boys ass hard, he pulled out. Within seconds Jose had his cock buried to the hilt, and was fucking like a madman, his superthick nine inches forcing the piss deeper in Jeff’s hole, and soon Jeff was flying even higher, his hole squelching out piss as he thrilled to the dual sensations again of big thick dick fuck paired with deep snake fuck. Only this was wilder, as both experiences were wetter and nastier, with the incredible feel of new small doses of Tina being absorbed all around the fucktools. After about 15 minutes, Ben brought over a stepstool for Jose to stand one and as Jose fucked the kid from above Ben winched the boys head down, so Jose fucked him at an incline and the piss drove deeper. Jeff was lost more than ever in the deep chemfuck, and Ben admired how incredible Jose looked topping the golden boy. Ben knew that he and Jeff complimented each other, golden-skin shining against pinky white. But Jose’s gorgeous warm brown skin, punk dark fauxhawk, and intricate bright tatted arm holding the boy by the neck as his giant dark cock pillaging the young golden twink’s boycunt looked like a carefully staged porn scene. At that moment Ben was absolutely sure that he wanted to watch his husband pillage this boy to the end of time. After Jose and Jeff came at the same time—Ben had been amazed to see the boys cock get rock hard despite the Tina and even more amazed that Jeff came hands free as Jose pummeled his prostrate over and over—Jose filled the boys hole with another load of chempiss. Ben pulled the big snake out and slid a medium plug in the boy and they got him comfortable in the sling,adjusting it so his ass was just slightly elevated. They all made out for about 20 minutes, the top men praising Jeff’s perfection while slipping their fingers in around the plug to cop a feel of the boy’s irresistible hole. Finally, Jose picked the boy up. Jeff wrapped his legs tight around Jose’s surprisingly narrow waist while thrilling at the man’s huge wide shoulders that Jeff felt fortunate to caress. Jeff sighed contendly as Jose carried him over to the coming down mat, Ben following along early behind them snatching kisses from Jeff every chance he got. Jose sat Jeff down and had him get into position, with his head and chest to the floor and ass up while Jose and Ben settled in to watch some porn. Ben adjusted the music to a light morning trance mix. They left Jeff in that position until he got the Tina cuntboy wiggles. He’d learned his lesson about obedience, so he didn’t beg aloud. But he couldn’t help that is ass was still hungry and almost audibly sucking on the big plug. Ben laughed and easily picked the boy up facing him, Jeff immediately going in for a passionate kiss. “You gotta hungry pussy, baby?” Ben said gently. Jeff was really, really high, and just smiled dreamily and said, “I need cock, sir, I really need some cock.” After Ben removed the plug and Jeff squirted what liquid from the chempiss his dehydrated body hadn’t absorbed, Ben gently used the sure shot on Jeff, having Jeff huff on poppers to make things easy. Ben then used the lube pump and the long hose to lube the boy deep, pleased to see that Jeff’s hole remained open and that he took about sixteen inches of the lube tube with only minor grunts. Ben and Jose had no intention of deep fucking the boy, but they found that keeping a boys colon fiery and needy from it’s current claimed depths made that hole open faster the next time the boyhole got even the tiniest taste of the drug. For the next four hours they had the closest equivalent to gentle lovemaking sex Ben and Jose ever engaged in. Jeff was high, turned on, and had just spent almost 24 hours doing things he’d fantasized about in his most private, secret moments. If he’d been able to think, Jeff would have thought that he was feeling unleashed, that acting out those forbidden fantasies of debasing himself before tall, hung, muscle men, drinking their piss and begging them to hurt him had freed him for shame. Ben and Jose experienced this first hand: Jeff was quietly wild, he had lost all inhibitions, acting solely on instinct. The men realized that even at his highest state, the boy has been holding himself back. But now he gave and gave and took and took right alongside them. The transformation in the boy meant that he could, suddenly, practically deepthroat them to the root. His cock hunger, always present, unleashed meant Jeff wanted to devour their meat as much as they had wanted to devour his boycunt. And speaking of Jeff’s pussy, it too was unleashed. The men took turns, one in front and one in back, pillaging the boys two holes while, somehow, his holes pillaged them back. The boy was still submissive, but the minute Ben and Jose set him to a task—sucking cock, eating muscle top ass, sucking on toes, or getting fucked—he went at it with such energy and gusto, it was like he’d been starved and found fulfillment only from serving hot daddy muscle. Finally, after about four hours of nonstop service, taking two more giant loads of cum and drinking four loads of piss, Jeff began to show signs of wear. Jose said to Ben, “I think our boy needs to come down.” So Ben picked the boy up—he’d been passionately worshipping Jose’s huge muscular legs—and kissed him. “You’re getting tired, baby boy,” Ben said, “I know the drugs are keeping you horny, but it’s time to stop having sex,” Jeff whined, grabbing at his sore nipples, but he nodded obediently. So, Ben settled him in between them. The three men made out, Jeff’s hands full of big pecs and biceps, the men stroking his small tightly-muscled swimmers abs and gently fluttering and teasing Jeff’s hole. This went on for probably 45 minutes. The top men clearly couldn’t get enough of the boy and Jeff clearly needed them from deep in his soul. But the top men slowed things down—they loved an insatiable boy, but knew how to slow one down ,and finally they were all more still. Jeff lay between them, his thighs—big on his frame from swimming—were spread wide, one hooked as best he could over the huge muscle thighs of each of his new daddies. Jeff’s head rested on the interlocked arms of Jose and Ben. His head fit perfectly on their forearms. If he turned his head one way or the other he was in a perfect position to kiss a big bicep—something he done with great pleasure at least a dozen times already. But the Tina was wearing off and he was starting to finally feel tired, so he rested his head back, his eyes closed and with a dreamy expression on his face his hands lazily explored what little of the huge chests of his daddies he could reach in that position. Jose and Ben sat with their legs wide as well—if they didn’t, the boys legs wouldn’t really fit over their body-builder sized thighs. Their giant cocks rested, both still plump and still dribbling a bit of precum, as the insatiable cocks of top men seemed to always do the presence of grade-a boypussy. Each of the three men were lost in thought and fantasy, and their fantasies reflected their personalities perfectly. And each of them reflected on essentially the same thing: sorrow that this had to end, thatJeff didn’t belong to Jose and Ben yet, and that he needed to. Ben lamented that the boy was going away because he wanted the boy to wake up in their bed begging for a fresh fuck. Well, actually, Ben thought, that was going to happen, as they still had Sunday morning. Ben smiled dreamily and his big cock stirred. Nothing, nothing, nothing in the world could compare to fucking a sore-but-needy boypussy the day after that pussy had been subjected to hard drug-enabled abuse. He and Jose always fucked their boys the next day, whether the boys wanted it or not. And honestly, once the boy got through the first painful bits—the lubing and the big cock head parting his sore asslips and stretching his tender second hole—every boy’s mind was overtaken by the Tina lingering in their system and they were good to take several more big loads from Daddy Ben and Daddy Jose. No, what Ben really lamented was that the boy would have to leave sometime after breakfast, instead of spending the day in tight cashmere sweatpants lounging and watching junk TV shows. And Ben lamented that, if he and Jose needed to unload in boypussy again—and that was sure as snow in Chicago in the winter—they’d either have to deal with the flakes and losers on Recon, Scruff, or DaddyHunt or text a bunch of different regular boys to finally get what their big top man cocks needed. Ben lamented that, as fine as those boys where, there would never be a pussy as fine as Jeff’s, because the first cocks to fuck Jeff were their own. And so Ben knew he was going to do everything he could to keep this boy. Jose, for his part, lamented that they were going to upstairs and sleep. He wanted nothing more than to give the 21-year old little blonde stud a big slam and then doublefuck and fist him for another 12-20 hours. He lamented that he couldn’t leave the boy in bondage again, screaming in pain, and take a nap and then spend another dozen hours taking the boy deeper. But no, he knew that had to wait. But fuck, the way the boy had performed tonight had been impressive. And Jeff had clearly tapped into something inside himself. Jose rarely enjoyed relatively vanilla sex—the rough fucking and slapping and piss drinking last part of the night was as vanilla as he and Ben ever got—but the last four hours with the boy had been spectacular. Jose now saw why Ben had been insisting, literally for years, that Jeff would be their new permanent boy. I mean hell, Jeff had been standing in that bedroom window jacking off to them since he was fourteen. When the kid fully reached puberty at 17, that’s when Ben started wanting the boy back. But they’d held back, smiling quietly to themselves, waiting until the boy was legal. And now they would be quiet about it, taking the boy slowly deeper and deeper into service to them. But, assuming the boy still wanted it, as soon as this boy turned 21 he was going to commit. And when he did Jose looked very much forward to making Jeff share his DNA, pozzing that impossibly perfect hole as it bled ever so silkily around a spiky ring through the head of his big cock. Jeff, true to form as the perfect boy for Jose and Ben, was thinking a combination of their thoughts. When a surge of the Tina coursing through his system would hit, he wanted to beg them to keep using him. He was in fact, a little disappointed they hadn’t fisted him. He’d been sure that was going to happen when he’d twice felt Ben’s huge knuckles in his hole. But still Jeff felt like he’d started on an incredible journey, the lightness he’d felt after the first time they fucked him, had been magnified and he felt like he was no longer tethered by anything but his own desires. He realized he’d felt shame at wanting to be degraded and used and, now that he’d done it and loved it, he wanted to be seen, shirtless and with a collar, at all the leather bars in the entire world on the arms of Jose and Ben. He’d seen that kind of display at Chicago Pride, and always wondered at the boldness of the boys. But now he knew: he’d do that soon because that’s who he was inside, not just gay but very kinky gay. But Jeff also wanted to be seen in dress clothes at fancy parties, turned on by how hot Jose must look in a suit with his punky hair and the edges of his sleeve tattoo peeking dangerously out from his shirt cuffs. And he wanted sneak off with them to the bathroom of a fancy hotel and drink their piss on his knees in a bmen’s room stall. God, he wanted them in every way. Within a month, Jeff was getting his wish. Jose and Ben insisted he keep it on the down low, but he was very much their regular boy. He surprised his parents by quitting his lifeguard job and starting out as lowly yard worker for Inland Ocean Landscaping. But what they didn’t know was that his pay—double what the other starting worker earned—also carried with it significant perks, the prime one being access to his daddies cocks at multiple times every day. By August, he’d stayed home from his family’s annual vacation at their house on the lake in Wisconsin and experienced his first slam and his first punch fisting. By the Summer after his junior year, he’d gone through a commitment ceremony, been named in Jose and Ben’s will as sole heir to Inland Ocean and their large investment holdings, been pozzed by both his daddies, farmed out for different weekend trainings at the hands of some of Chicagoland’s most brutal and depraved topmen, and been paraded through market days wearing a collar trimmed in red and yellow, a yellow and red jockstrap, and big leather boots. But the thing he was wearing that fine August day that he was most proud of: the small toxic waste tattoo in the small of his ever-more perfectly muscled back. Underneath it, clear for all to see, were the words: “Property of Ben and Jose.” And beneath that, in smaller print “La sangre hace familia [Blood makes family].” And so Jeff King-Hernandez walked proudly, his head held high, each of his arms locked tight into the boulder-sized biceps of his Daddy/Masters, Ben King and Jose Hernandez.

When Ben and Jose had designed their apartment, they had had the architect build a large windowless room adjoining a hall with some extra guest bedrooms. They’d had the room completely soundproofed and filled it with all manner of dungeon equipment. In one corner was a shower large enough for four men,with several shower shots. Jeff had gotten his first taste of shower shot play when Ben had stripped him and hosed out the chempiss. Ben had ended the session by showing a larger metal buttplug, wired for electro., into Jeff’s hole. Jeff was currently bound with his arms wrapped around a long metal rod. He was bound so that his legs were splayed wide, his head forced upright by a thick metal colar, his baby blue eyes black from the drugs coursing through his system, and wet with tears. Jose stood before him, stroking his massive cock, naked except for his big skinhead boots he was using to kick and crush and torture Jeff’s balls. Ben was splayed on a sofa near by, idly jacking his big meat with one hand while the other hand played with the dials of the TENS unit delivering all kinds of sensations—pleasurable and and painful—to Jeff’s asshole through the electro plug. He varied the settings based on how Jose was working—kicks meant a program of sharp escalating jolts, crushing meant stradily intensifying pain. During each break, Jose made him beg for more. At first it was clearly forced, but the natural slut in Jeff made it sound like he was starting to crave the abuse. This had been going on for about 20 minutes, and Ben thought that should wrap it up—things were still really getting started—he mouthed “Break?” to Jose. Who smiled and moved forward and pushed his semi hard cock down Jeff’s throat. He sighed and grunted, and Jeff’s throat began to fill with piss. His eyes darted open and the look of absolute adoration and abject submission he gave Jose made Ben hard as rock. Jeff’s throat undulated as he took his first load of piss from the tap, eyes locked on Jose’s dark eyes the entire time. Ben stood up. He had to piss too and knew he had a warm place to do it. The three men were lying in a corner of the big room designed for comfort. A foam mattress, covered in waterproof fabric, and lots of pillows of various shapes and sizes, many designed to elevate a boys ass for easier fucking or fisting, scattered around, was about the only furnishing. They were letting the boy catch his breath after the intense ball torture and electro. Jose had removed his boots and Jeff lay between them, his smaller frame seemed even smaller between the two huge chests. Ben had given him a big bottle of Gatorade, without any GHB, because he needed to stay hydrated, and the bottle lay empty beside him. Jeff was currently resting his head on Ben’s big chest while with one hand he idly felt Jose’s big arms and pecs. Jeff paused, and flipped over. “How does it work, daddies?” He asked, “Does one of you ever bottom? How do you have sex, sirs? Jose chuckled and reached down and shoved three fingers in Jeff’s boypussy, making Jeff grunt and then start to hump on the fingers. “I love your Daddy Ben,” Jose stated, “And he loves me. But we are both only top—we have never bottomed and aren’t interested in it. We make out and jack each other off.” Ben reached down and added a fourth finger of its own, swallowing Jeff’s groan with a big kiss. “We usually have a third, a sub bottom with a hungry pussy like yours,” he said smiling into Jeff’s eyes.” “In the 20 years we’ve been together,” Jose continued, joining in the make out session, “We have had several boys who were with us full time, sort of a throuple. Some have them have lived in our home, some have kept their own places.” “Can I be your boy?” Jeff asked eagerly. “You very well might be,” Ben said, climbing up and flipping Jeff onto his back, putting the much smaller teens legs over his shoulders and sliding his hard ten inches smoothly into Jeff’s velvet hole. “Yes, indeed, you very well may be,” he said quietly, eyes glazed with pleasure as he started to fuck the beautiful teen. After both men dumped a load in Jeff’s hot boycunt, Jose pulled a big shard out of the box of treats and shoved it deep into the boys hole. He then shoved a big plug in, pushing the shard in deep and hard. Jeff groaned and arched his back. Jose picked him up and carried him, facing his chest, and put Jeff down in the sling. The Tina was already doing its work, and Jeff was began begging to be fucked. Jose grabbed some tit clamps, and attached them to the boys perfect little pecs, smiling darkly when the boy hissed in pain. He grabbed a paddle, and began hitting the boys ass, making him clamp around the big plug. He did this until the boys ass was flaming red and he stopped. He then began fucking the boy with the big plug, pulling it out to the widest part and slamming it home again. Ben came stood beside the boy, feeding him poppers. Seeing that the boys hole would open up wider now, Jose began to punch fuck him with the plug, pulling the it out and then pushing it all the way back in, increasing the speed of it. Jeff was on another planet, thrashing and keening, constantly moving between the desire to be filled and the pain of the hard use of his hole. After about 15 minutes, Jose pulled the plug out and lined his cock up, letting the force of the swinging sling push the boy hard all the way down to the root. The boy arched his back in the sling, mouth open in a surprised O. Jose held the boy still, letting him fully feel what it felt to be taken by his thick fuckstick in one shove. Jeff gave a little scream and then almost immediately his insatiable need to be used returned and he began to fuck himself on the giant cock. Both Jose and the boy were lost to the world, Jose pile driving all around in the boys sweet hole, driving his cock at all angles he could manage, stretching the boy’s hole until it began to squelch loosely. After about 25 minutes, he came close to coming. But knowing a pig like Jeff would want to be fucked for hours, he pulled out and gestured for Ben to take his place. Ben reached into the treats box and pulled out a big shard. Pitting it in his piss slit, he said “Boy, beg for my big daddy cock.” “Oh god Daddy Ben, I need your cock. I need your load, fuck me, please daddy,” Ben practically shouted. Ben lined his cock up, the big shard leading the way, and drove his cock into the boy. The shard melted slightly on the way, but was mostly intact when Ben bottomed out, 12 inches up in the boys guts. He paused as the boy went rigid from the shock of the deep penetration. Ben released a small spurt of piss, pushing the big shard deep in the boys hole. The boy moaned, feeling the burn deep in his hole, and then he began begging for his daddy’s cock. They fucked the boy for hours, bringing themselves almost to orgasm before pulling out and giving the other the chance at his blissful hole. By the time they blew their loads in him, his hole was hanging open, as loose as any pussy. “I think you and I should take a little rest,” Ben said. Jose nodded, “The boys going to still be horny and he won’t get any sleep. I am going to wire him up and he can learn all about pain and pleasure while we relax.” Jose leaned over into the boy’s face, “You still need cock, boy?” Jeff stared intently into Jose face pleasingly, “Yes, Daddy, please use my holes.” “I gotta new experience for you. I gotta feeling you are going to love it and hate it at the same time.” Jose put a thick leather blindfold on the boy and then began to set up. After all the e-stem gear was out, he picked the writhing boy up and he couldn’t resist shoving three fingers and working the boys hole with them while he carried him across the room. He put the boy down on a padded table—damn he wanted to slide his fist in, but he and Ben had decided that was for another day—so instead he slid a thin tube deep into the boy, so deep the boy arched and groaned as it went into a place they had not yet opened. This he hooked up to an auto dispenser filled with a very potent mix of Tina dissolved into lube. He first pumped the equivalent of about ten of its ordinary doses, and Jeff groaned as he felt the burn in a new deeper part of his hole. “Fuck sir, that’s so deeeep” Jeff groaned. Second later he was twisting on the table, “Oh daddy, I need you to use me.” “I am going to use you all right,” Jose promised, “But only after you’ve marinated a while.” He then roughly strapped the boys arms in place spread wide on the table. Taking the boys feet, he picked them up and slid a small triangle cushion under, elevating the boys ass slightly so the Tina lube would go deeper rather than ooze out. He then slammed one of their largest electro-plugs into the boy, loving how Jeff screamed and bucked. After the strapped the boys feet into straps hanging from the ceiling, he grabbed the wooden paddled and administered a short but hard beating, the boy cried out with each blow because it jostled the big metal ball in his ass hard, making him spasm as each blow seemed to drive it a bit deeper Once the cheeks were red and just starting to bruise, Jose reluctantly stopped. “I could best you all day, boy, you know that,” Jose said, “I can’t wait to beat you so hard you cry.” Jeff just whimpered, so Jose gave him his hardest blow yet, the boy keening in pain. “Say thank you daddy, you ungrateful little bitch,”Jose ordered. Jeff managed to squeak out “Thank. You. Daddy.” Jose then wired up pads to the head of Jeff’s cock, and then his balls. He then set the programming of the cock and balls pads to slowly build in cadence of different shocks and levels until spending several seconds, then a few minutes, at agony-enduring maximum. For the anal plug, he chose a setting which tied it to the rhythms of a deep trance electro track one designed for electro play. He plugged the unit into the room sound system, replacing the porn noises with a trancelike beat. He made sure that the video cameras in the area were catching good angles, and walked out the door without another word. Jose went into the big bedroom he shared with Ben. Ben was freshly showered, his hair still a little wet. He had laid out a 1/2 of a sleeping pill for each of themon their respective bedside tables. Ben smiled, “God, that boy is perfection. And he seems to be taking to you even better than we hoped.” Jose smiled, “I wasn’t expecting him to be so good with pain. I think his submissiveness has a dark side—just the kind I like.” Jose’s smile then twisted, as his dark nature peeked out, “Well, this little electro session and then some extended depth training should see how much of a pain pig he is inside.” Ben nodded, smiling wickedly himself, “Can’t wait to see that video, mi amor. Go wash up had we can drop these pills and rest up. Since we are going to save fisting as a future treat, I want us to push him hard on depth training. I want his hole about at its limits for his final fuck.” Jose grinned evily, and headed into shower, thinking how much he loved slow-fucking a tenderized hole. While Jose and Ben slept, Jeff was in another world. At first, the electro had felt good, sending pleasurable tingles all over his cock and balls, and the big thing lodged in his ass fucked him pleasurably—god all he could think about was getting fucked—but as the voltage started ramping up he began screaming in agony, like his cock and asshole were on fire. He was aware enough to know, after the first round, that the pleasure would come back, but that pleasure only partly obscured the fear of the pain to come. After the first few minutes he lost all sense of time and place. Blindfolded he could see nothing. His hearing was filled with the all-encompassing rhythms of the trance beat, a beat that somehow seemed timed to what was happening to his body. And then there was the tube that somehow methodically feeding his hole Tina—he could feel the family slight burn from time, but all it seemed to do was drive a need to get fucked deeper and deeper inside him, making him what nothing but bigger and bigger cocks. After about three hours of light sleep, Jose awoke. Ben was still sleeping—a 1/2 pill usually gave Ben four hours of rest—he slipped out of bed and went to his walk-in closet. He dressed in tight leather crotchless chaps, putting a big metal cock ring to draw even more attention to his massive meat. He clipped nipple clamps, a small cock whip, and a small paddle to his waistband. On his left arm he tied a thick black and grey band and a light pink one, indicating dildo fucking and s/m. The boy would learn, eventually, that he often signaled what the boy was in for next with his clothes—and that he had colored leather and rubber bands for everything he was into. He then applied a thin sheen of body oil to his torso, using a special pad on a long stick to get his back. The oil glistened, and as intended, made his muscles pop. The boy had been blindfolded for several hours and Jose wanted the boy to feel like Jose was the embodiment of his fantasies. He would also have the boy lick all the oil off at some point, further making him aware of his masculine strength. Jose slipped quietly into the room, wanting to watch the boy without him knowing. Jeff’s entire golden body was covered in a light sheen of sweat, his golden hair plastered down around his face. His eyes were red and swollen—the pain had made him cry at some point. Jose watched the boy go through an entire cycle, his cock jumping as the pain caused anguished screams. Still moving quietly, he clicked the program off and took on manual control, really giving it to the boy hard. After giving him increasingly hard jolts, he paused. The boy panted, but then soon he was squirming as the fire deep in his hole took over. Jose slowly ramped only the channel controlling the plug in Jeff’s boypussy, giving him longer bouts at each level. When he got to the setting that was sheer agony he left it there, the boy screaming in agony, for a full five minutes, as the boys screams became increasingly desperate. He then cut power to everything. Jeff remained rigid, as if still in agony, as the last pain impulses reached his head. He then relaxed as much as his tight bonds would allow, panting with tears streaming down his face. Still remaining silent, Jose removed the support under the boy, leaving his ass swaying in the air. He gently removed the pads from the boys cock and eased out the buttplug. He then gently pushed the tube, and it easily slid in another two inches through the hungry well luged hole. He plugged the boys hole with a medium-sized plug and then hung the boy’s arms from straps in the ceiling, drawing them through his legs. The boy was now essentially in the same position as he would be in missionary, with his legas over his shoulders, but suspended. The boy groaned in pain. Moments later he hissed as Jose attached the alligator clips. He was clearly exhausted, which was perfect for what was to come soon. Still remaining silent, Jose began to paddle the boy, hitting first one check and then the other with the small leather paddle. In this position any impact play on the ass was extremely painful, the body being unable to relax, so Jose held back, knowing the boy was feeling much more pain than the same impact would be in another position. After about 5 minutes, Jeff was in agony. He started begging “Stop, sir, please stop.” Jose spoke the first time, “I decided when we stop, little bitch.” He then gave him about 10 much harder blow to each cheek. At this point Jeff was crying. Jose knew the lesson was learned and he stopped. He took Jeff’s hands out of the ceiling straps and slowly lowered him so he was hanging upside down. He pushed the tube in another inch and increased the flow to a slow constant stream and left the boy that way while he moved a couple of bins of depth toys over to the sling and turned down the music to a background level. He then returned to the boy, who was starting to quake as this new deeper dose of Tina started to take effect. He reached down and brought the boy’s mouth to his cock and slid it in. “Wrap you arms around my legs and hold yourself in place while you suck my big cock, boy” Jose commanded. Jose sighed with pleasure as the boy, so hungry for pleasure after all that pain, began giving a pretty decent blowjob considering the difficulties of his position. Jose reached over and adjusted the flow of the lube to a strong stream, he removed the plug and began to lube the boys hole in earnest. He very slowly pulled the tube out, bathing the boys insides with lube, when he got to the boys rectum, he sprayed lube all around, then he pushed the tube through the second ring, leaving it there for a few seconds and then very slowly he pushed it in further, stopping from time to time to leave a thick coating. He worked very slowly, and probably got to close 16 inches, when, based on the boys grunts, the boys hole clearly couldn’t go deeper. He left the lube there for a while, probably 90 seconds, knowing it would pool up and slowly bring the need to be stretched deeper. He then slowly pulled the tube out, reposting everything inch of the boys colon with both lubricant and need. Turning of the flow of lube, he pulled it from the boys ass. Jeff was clearly having trouble concentrating, as his body began to undulate with the need to be fucked. Jose reached up to the controls and pulled the boy higher, so that his mouth was aligned with the dick he served. He wanted the boy to stay upside down just a bit more so the lube could get as deep as possible. He could see the boys legs were starting to tire, though, so it couldn’t be long. He started fackfucking the boy hard, drawing Jeff’s attention away from his aching legs, Jose crouching slightly as he held the boys head and drove it down on his cock. After several minutes of this, Jose decided it was time to move on. He pushed the boy of his cock, Jeff was panting hard and spittle and throat juices ran down his face. His arms hung loosely as he tried to catch his breath. Jose inserted two big shards—the boy cried out at the sharp burn—and quickly slipped the medium plug back in the boys hole to keep the lube in, and lowered the shackles holding his legs, holding the boys upper body until he was lying on the floor. Although Jose knew he wouldn’t move—Jeff clearly needed a minute—Jose wanted to reinforce the boys submission, so he clamped the boys hands together on his stomach. He did the same with the boys ankles, making is very difficult for him to stand. Straddling the boys chest, Jose stood with his hands on his hips, emphasizing his shining muscles. Jeff looked up at him, desire and lust in his eyes. “Want do you need, boy?” Jose boomed. “I need my daddies to use me, sir” Jeff replied squirming and stroking at his torso as much as the tight bounds would allow. Jose got down on his knees, his giant dick directly at the boys mouth. He leaned forward, his gorgeous abs directly in the boys eyes, and slipped his dick deep into the boys throat. “Then drink me, beautiful boy, drink my piss and let me have you body and soul,” Jose said, as he began to empty his completely full bladder into the greedy suckling mouth.

Jeff stared wide eyed. So surprised he couldn’t speak. Ben stepped back and slipped off his jeans. Ben stood next to his naked husband, and smiled and said, “Well Jeffy, isn’t this what your fantasized about every time we worked in your parents yard, jacking your boy cock every single time, year after year?” Jeff’s eyes grew wide, but he realized he was so turned on that his cock was rock hard. Jeff’s eyes dropped, and his mouth dropped open and he drooled just a bit. His first look at Ben’s cock. It was so much hotter than he’d ever imagined. Ben boasted 10 inches of Irish- American man cock. It was quite wide—even as Ben’s enormous hands jacked it Jeff could see that it was a very wide dick. It was beautiful, Jeff thought, shaped like a missile, a tapered head covered in foreskin that quickly widened to maybe two inches across. Jeff watched Ben jack his cock, mesmerized for a few seconds, his mind completely consumed with the idea of sucking it, debasing himself before the most perfect cock inthe world. After a few second Jose stepped forward, drawing Jeff’s eyes to his own enormous cock. Jeff’s eyes grew even wider. “Oh my god,” Jeff breathed. Jose’s cock was also beautiful, but it was brutal-looking. It was darker than Jose’s olive skin, a darker warm brown. It was one of the thickest cocks Jeff had ever seen. “It looks like HairyDomXLs cock,” Jeff breathed. Jeff heard Ben’s voice in his ear, “You dirty boy,” Ben breathed, “watching OnlyFans.” Ben’s hands starting to roam across Jeff’s chest and stomach, his rock hard cock against Jeff’s lower back. Jose smiled, “It’s the same thickness—about 8 inches around—but it’s a bit longer, 9 inches.” “And he doesn’t have this,”: Jose said, rolling his long foreskin back to show Jeff the full size of the big Prince Albert running through the head of his cock. Jose reached up and twisted Jeff ‘s nippled hard, “You want my thick cock to stretch you boy?” “Yes,” Jeff replied, breathing out and making it almost a whine. Suddenly Jose big hand slapped Jeff’s face hard, stinging. “You address me and my man as Sir or Daddy at all times, bitch,” he commanded, his voice hard. “Yes, Daddy,” Jeff breathed out, a sheepish smile on his face as he realized he wanted rough treatment. Ben moved his hands to Jeff’s backside, as Jose started nibbling all over Jeff’s hairless torso, nipping lightly at the boys nipples. As Jeff began to buck and whine with desire, Ben found the small buttplug. “Our dirty little boy has a plug in,” Ben said. Taking the plug and gently fucking the teens hole, Ben said “Is that what you do when you dream of us fucking you.” “Yes, sir,” Jeff panted, then squealed as Jose bit one of his nipples hard. Jose stood tall, looming over the 5’ 7” golden teen. “I just want to make one thing clear, little bitch,” he said sternly. “When you have sex with us, we will hurt you,” he smiled lecherously, “And I will sometimes hurt you a lot. You down with that, boy?” Jeff was silent for a minute, his ass still bucking as Ben fucked him now with a couple of his thick fingers. “I submit to you both, Daddy,” Jeff said firmly, “My fantasies are always about rough sex.” Jose smiled and grabbed Jeff’s golden hair, pulling his head back and kissing him very forcefully. “Oh baby,” he growled, “I’ve wanted to possess you for so long.” They all made out for a few minutes, the two big muscle stud stood squeezing the golden haired twink between their broader bodies. They deep kissed him, nibbled his body, and then kissed each other. Ben broke it off and said, “You ever do GHB boy?” When Jeff admitted he had, they sent him downstairs for a glass of orange juice and Jose pulled a vial out of the little fanny pack he carried with him and Jeff swallowed it down. They made Jeff show them his little toy collection, and made him describe what he fantasized about. The biggest toy was about 8 inches and 6 inches around. He blushed and admitted it had taken him a while but he could take the entire thing now. Ben put him on his hands and knees on the bed, and Jose settled in to teach Jeffy how to suck his big cock. He’d removed the PA (“You learn to take that PA in both your holes soon enough boy,” he promised.). Jeff clearly had some practice—they would later make him confess to every sexual experience he’d had— but Jose’s tool was a challenge for all but the most experienced cocksuckers. Meanwhile, Ben started loosening up the boys hole with the bigger dildo. Jeff huffed on poppers so that both his holes would open up for his new daddies. All Ben could think about was how good that hole was going to feel wrapped around his thick ten inches. Finally, the anticipation got to be too much, and he lubed up and slowly eased his cock in. The boys ass was pure velvet. Clearly not a virgin, but most holes were basically a virgin to cocks as big as his cock and that of his husband. He got to the point where the boy had about three inches to go. He pushed in and the boy whined. “Big hit of poppers,” he said, “And Jose, you may want him off your cock for a second. We don’t want him biting your cock when I hit bottom.” Jose smiled wickedly, pulling the beautiful teen up by his golden hair. “Look in my eyes and beg my husband to fuck you deep, little bitch.” “Fuck me deep, Daddy Ben,” Jeff panted, “I need all of you inside me.” Jose then gave the boy two big hits of poppers and nodded at Ben. Ben pushed hard, not caring if it hurt, needing to own the boy he wanted for so long. Jeff screamed and then squirmed, as the rock hard cock broke deeper into his boypussy than anything ever had. His world reeled, realigning, he realized he wanted that cock in him even deeper. He’d known ever since he started having sexual fantasies at 12 that he wasn’t wired like other boys. He dreamt of being tied up, serving big strong men. As Ben started to slowly fuck him, he opened his eyes and stared at the gorgeous rough Latin muscle god in front of him. Jeff panted, “Fuck me, daddy, fuck me. Own me, hurt me, make me yours.” After a couple of hours (Jose watched the time, they didn’t want the boys parents interrupting the fun) they lay on the basically destroyed bed. Jeff was positioned between Jose and Ben, curled up. He was suckling on Jose’s satisfied cock while Ben lightly finger fucked his sore and gaping hole. Jeff was clearly an absolute cock hound. That first fuck by Ben, let loose an insatiable bottom. Jose couldn’t wait to see what Jeff was like when he was high, because he’d never seen someone so young begging for cock with just a little GHB. He’d struggled to take Jose’s giant pole at first. Jose wanted to just slam it home and make the boy scream and cry—the boys cries were so delicious and he clearly liked pain, But because both he and Ben REALLY wanted to make Jeff their full- time boy, he’d kept to their agreement to keep his own animal side in check. But Jeff wanted that cock, all of it. Jose let him sit on it—something he almost never did, as he wanted to devour every bottom he fucked—but the boy was so gorgeous that it was actually super hot. Jeff stared into Jose’s eyes, and he begged Jose for his cock. Jeff grunted and huffed on poppers and groaned as he slid down, the boy was so lean, Jose could see his cock move and the boys torso spasmed as his pussy learned to take something so thick. When he still had about an inch of Jose’s cock to take, Jeff did another round of poppers, and Jose reached forward and bit one of Jeff’s perky little tits while reaching up with both strong arms and pushing the boy down hard, the giant cock almost splitting him in two. Jeff screamed, then panted as he realized that the huge cock was all inside him. Jose moaned as the boys tunnel spasmed around his cock, milking it. He picked the boy up and started to slowly fuck him, quickly building up speed. Jose smiled, remembering, and pushed the boys mouth down to his balls. “You like when my giant cock splits your pussy in two, boy? Jose said. Jeff paused his ball licking, looking up and squirming his ass on Ben’s fingers, groaned “It hurts daddy, but I love it.”

Jeffrey Morris stood, naked, behind the curtain in his second-floor bedroom. As he jacked his hard, nearly 8 inch cock with his left hand, his right hand strayed across the contours of his perfect hairless pecs, honed from years of competitive swimming. His pert round ass flexed as his hole clenched and spasmed around the vibrating plug he had pushed in. The perfectly defined muscles of his back undulated as his hands moved across his chest. The light coming in the window highlighted his skin, golden with a light summer tan, golden like his tightly cropped hair. Jeff was engaging in one of his favorite pastimes: jacking in the window, just out of sight of the two, tall, muscle daddies working shirtless in the back garden of his parent’s house in Evanston. He had been dreaming about the two men, the owners of Inland Ocean Landscaping, since before he reached puberty. They were both tall men, with huge shoulders and giant pecs. Benjamin King was taller than his Colombian husband Jose Hernandez by two inches. Ben stood 6’2”, his curly red hair close cropped, the sun shining on his tightly-groomed red beard. Jeff admired Ben’s rugged handsome face, and imagined that beard tickling his asshole. His eyes roamed hungrily to Jose. Jose was definitely the tougher looking of the two. He was 6’ tall, his pitch black mullet shining with sweat. He kept his torso shaved, to show off the full sleeve tatto that ran across his chest and down his right arm. His body was leaner than his slightly older husband. Jose’s body was jacked, the v from his wide powerful shoulders went to a very slim waist, every muscle twisting and turning as his dug in the ground. Beside him Ben’s body was broader, much more of solid square. Ben’s torso was just as ripped, but it was on a much larger more solid bone structure. As Jeff watched them dig—they were replacing Spring annuals with hardy Summer ones that could stand the heat—he imagined those muscles moving and rippling above him as first one and then the other fucked his brains out. He reached around, imagining their cocks relentlessly pounding his hole, pushing the buttplug in and out of his hole. Just as he was imagining what it would feel like to take both their dicks at once, he exploded in a deafening orgasm right as the family dog came racing up the stairs. The sound startled him and he jumped forward, crashing loudly into the full-length window still spraying cum. The sound caused the two older Daddies to look up at him, plastered against the window with his jerking cock still in his hands, his golden skin already turning red from embarrassment. Rather than seeming shocked, the two men smiled. Jeff couldn’t believe his eyes when their hands immediately started grabbing at their rapidly hardening dicks. Both bulges growing much larger than he could have ever dreamed. The two men looked at each other and nodded, and walked quickly to the back patio, their smiles wide with anticipation. Jeff stepped back from the window, his eyes wide. What was happening right now? Were they coming to the house? He heard the two men enter the house and start climbing the stairs. Within seconds they stood at the doorway, smiling broadly. Both men entered his bedroom, the scent of their sweaty bodies a mix of pure testosterone and garden earth. Ben spoke, reaching out to hold Jeff’s face in his giant hand, as Jose started to strip off his tight jeans. “Oh Jeffy boy,” Ben purred, “we’ve been waiting for this moment so long. You are going to love being our boy.”

Wesley Gets Marked and Owned By the Big Black Bear After about an hour, Julio walked in and pulled the dildo out of Wes’s ass. Without ceremony Julio rammed his super thick 10 inches into the boy and began a rough fuck, Wes moaning and immediately pushing back as best he could, the Tina driving his need to be fucked. After a while, Julio pulled out and uncuffed the boy, laying himself down on the bed. Julio cuffed Wes’s ankles together, pulling his legs out flat and then cuffed his hands together behind his head. With one hand he held open the boys asshole and he pushed three of his huge fingers, covered in Tina, up in the boys hole. Wesley jumped in pain and then moaned as Julio fingerfucked him for a minute. Julio climbed on top, spearing the boy at that cruel angle, and stuck his fingers into the boy mouth. He rode the boy hard, jamming his cock in at top speed, changing angles. Julio’s cock was so thick it began to stretch out Wes’s already stretched hole, making Wes moan with desire. Julio then fucked the boy, as his husband had, in every imaginable position, each of them designed to maximize Julio’s own pleasure, to enjoy the sensation of the boy’s hot pussy. For his part, Wes was in another world, reduced to feeling nothing but the pleasure of the fuck. Julio fucked and fucked the boy, holding out as long as he could, but the boy’s ass was hungry, and clutched and caressed his cock, Wes begging him for his cum. After having yet another mind-blowing orgasm—the kids hole was exceptional-$he filled the boy with chempiss, making sure to save enough for the boys mouth and the jockstrap, and shoved another big dildo in the boy’s stretched out hole. Julio gave the boy several big mouthfuls of piss, then added his own piss to Tom’s on the jockstrap and shoved it back in. After a while, Big Ed came in. And without a warning started belting Wes’s ass. Wes was surprised by the first stroke, and then began keening as Ed continued, each stroke harder than the last. He belted Wes without stopping, watching first the red then the purple start to rise on the boy’s little muscular ass. Ed switched positions, and belted him from the other side, then he stood behind the boy and slowly belted the boy’s back, each strike making the boy almost jump off the bed with pain. When the boys ass was black and blue and red stripes evenly covered Wes’s back, Big Ed began to fuck him, slamming his huge black cock in to the root, and pulling out to do it all over again. He uncuffed the boy and fucked and fucked, driving Wes up and down the bed, riding him with his fingers deep in the boys throat, holding him up in a perfect arch. Wes was crazy with lust, as the man of his dreams pillaged him yet again. He sighed and cooed and grunted, and begged “Daddy, fuck me harder, Daddy thank you, thank you Daddy.” Ed threw Wes on his back, and jackknifed his legs back, Wes hissing a little as Ed’s furry body scratched at the welts where the belt had wrapped around his sides. Ed fucked him as deep as he could, the boys stretched out hole squelching around his big cock. Wes, true to his training, used his sore ass muscles to suckle and squeeze, as he stated begging “Daddy make me yours, give me your DNA sir, please sir, make me your boy.” This last bit sent Ed over the edge, and he came great buckets of cum deep inside the boy. Ed picked the boy up and brought him to the other bedroom, and lay on the bed with him, his cock still buried in the boys ass, and began to slowly fuck him, playing Wes’s bruised body like a fiddle, lightly scratching at his welts and gently pinching his sore nipples. Wes reached his head back, begging for Ed’s tongue, and they made out. Julio and Tom cleaned the place up, gathering all the toys and putting them in bags to be taken care of at home. As they left they knocked on the door, and Ed put the boy up in all fours and each man kissed him and then gave him a good bye load of piss. Ed fucked the boy for a while, but doubted he could come again. He lay down and relaxed, the boy gently nuzzling with his tongue on the big back cock. Ed and Wes took sleeping pills and they moved into the big bed, Ed’s arms wrapped around Wes. When they awoke, Ed fucked his boy and came in his ass and they drank some Gatorade and eat yogurt, then took another pill. When they awoke, Ed invited Wes to do his gap year as an intern, while Wes figured out what to tell his parents. Wes agreed, and after a final fuck, Wes went into the house to sleep in his own bed and Big Ed prepared to leave. Within two weeks of his parents return, Wes was on his knees in Big Ed’s truck, sucking on daddy’s big cock. Big Ed didn’t make a single pit stop, as no matter how much water he drank, his personal urinal took care of his needs. When he pulled into the big garage on their property, Julio and Tom were waiting. Wes barely slept for a week, as he got reacquainted with his new family. And then a few weeks later, Wes came down with the flu, and Big Ed tended to him until that was over. By six months, Wes was building the himbo muscle his daddy wanted to see, asslips growing big from daily pumping, and he was happy learning the art of car restoration. In those few moment he was allowed of quiet reflection, usually with Big Ed’s tool lodged deep in his hole, Big Ed snoring behind him with his big muscular arms wrapped around Wes’s growing, defined chest, Wes thought: I am the luckiest boy on earth. And then he slept, soundly, his ass suckling on his big black bear’s cock as he dreamed of getting fucked.

Wes Becomes the Blood Son of the Bear’s Family Downstairs in the front room of the guesthouse, Tom and Julio just grinned at Ed, and the three top men made out. While both men were enamored with Wes, Julio was utterly captivated. They agreed that although the boy belonged to Ed, Julio could be his secondary alpha. Tom was content. He didn’t share Julio and Ed’s need to have a relationship with the boys they fucked. For emotional support, his participation in their odd all-tops throuple and his more primary relationship with Julio was all he needed for love. For sex, he preferred boys he didn’t know, and especially boys he could take down a dark and brutal path. But Julio had always needed bottom boys he felt love towards, and who loved him back and encouraged Julio to abuse them. And while Big Ed was a cruel, cruel, top man when he wanted to be, he always needed a boy he loved and who he slowly corrupted over time. And they agreed Wes was a perfect candidate to be a long-term, maybe permanent, addition to their family. “You know though, men,” Tom said, “We really should go check on Wes. We’ve left an 18-year-old near virgin with a giant load of chempiss for quite a while.” So they went up and found Wes in a puddle of sweat, writhing as best he could in his bonds, his asshole sucking on the big inflatable. While Julio facefucked the boy and Ed removed the clamps and started nibbling on Wes’s now even more sensitive tits, Tom began slowly fucking him with the inflatable. They did this for about five minutes, just to keep the boy sexed up and the piss moving around. Tom and Ed stepped back and nodded at Julio. Tom removed the chain affixing the thin steel rod holding Wes upright, and slid the pole out from his bound wrists and ankles. As he did so, Julio drove his cock deep into Wes throat as he leaned down and without a a bit of visible effort picked Wes up and held him upside down in front of his chest, the boys mouth still locked on his cock. Wes groaned, then started sucking in earnest as the piss slipped deeper inside his upside down body. Julio held him like this, as Ed and Tom released the boys bonds and showed him how to support himself with his hands on Julio’s huge thighs. Wes was still shaking though, as he was flying and lost in the need for rough sex. After about five minutes, as Ed and Tom began moving the portable sling back into place and pulling out sex toys—dildos and plugs, sounds, tit clamps, and more drugs—Julio slowly walked Wes into the bathroom. Once in the shower, Julio moved the boy so he was cradled upright in his huge arms, and began kissing him and telling him what a good cocksucker he was. He gently put the boys feet down in the shower and, keeping a tight grip on the incredibly high and wobbly teenager, he got the boy into a squat. The boy was desperate to let the piss out, but Julio told him to hold it a second more as he deflated the inflatable. Some piss came out as the rubber tube excited his hole but Wes held the vast amount of it inside. The look of relief on Wes’s face as Julio let him push the liquid out was soon matched by glossy black eyes of lust, as Wes got even higher as ever more and more chems were absorbed as the piss excited his colon. The boy was so high, he could barely walk, so Julio picked him up, his huge hands toying with Wes’s burning hole, and put him in the sling. Julio cuffed his feet into the straps, but let his wrist cuffs free. He gave the boy a bottle of poppers with a sniffer head attached—he was pretty sure Wes would have trouble with the screw cap otherwise. Julio then lowered the back of the sling a bit, so it would be easier for the men to facefuck hum. Big Ed was the first up. He gave us boy a nice long fuck while Tom and Julio took turns facefucking Wes, teaching him to take their cocks in his mouth hole easier and easier as time went on. Ed came again, and then began to use toys on the boy. Over the next several hours, Wesley took toys much bigger than he ever could have imagined. Nothing they used was too deep—nothing longer than Tom’s cock—but the men were determined to double the boy, so they used pretty thick silicone cocks. They alternated toys and fucking, all the while keeping Wes’s throat filled with hard cock. After a while, the insatiable top men began to really teach Wes about pain. Julio loved CBT, so they took of the cage off and used sounds on his little cock while Julio squeezed and pulled and weighted his balls. Tom used a cock whip on Wes while first Julio than Ed fucked him, the top men thrilling at how the boy’s sweet pussy throbbed around their cocks with each cruel stroke. When they tired of that they recaged him—Big Ed whispering in his ear “The only reason you get to keep your cock is because we like to hurt you that way, only your holes will give you pleasure, you understand?” Wesley nodded, pleading quietly all the while for his daddy to use him. Julio started using variously sized beads on the boy, slowly increasing the roughness of how quickly he pushed them in and pulled them out. Because the boy was a beginner, the beans never got terribly large, but they did make Wes’s hole gape and throb, as they were by far the largest toys he’d ever taken. Soon the men started slipping dildos in as they fucked him, stretching him to be doubled. When Julio tried slipping a toy in beside his monster thickness Wes shouted out in pain. But they ignored him and continued to stretch until soon they had Wes out of the sling riding Julio and Tom’s cocks at the same time. Ed and Tom took turns doubling Wes, but they didn’t try Ed and Julio together. It was better to leave some depravities for the boy to work towards. They decided to take a little break, and snuggled on the bed. Wes was, of course still horny, and started begging. Each of the men slapped him hard for his impertinence, and then Tom drove a big dildo up his hole, Wesley screaming. and locked it into place with a leather strap. “Use your ass to suck on that, boy,” Tom snarled, “You’re here to serve us, not the other way around. “ And so Wesley lay across the bottom of the bed, while the top men rested, jacking their huge cocks, and giving Wes their toes and feet to worship. Soon enough, though, Wes was working his way up their bodies, thrilling at Tom’s long lean muscle, Julio’s gigantic body-builder calves and thighs, and his own Daddy, Big Ed’s sturdy, muscular legs. Finally the men relented and let Wes suck on their cocks. He started with Big Ed, working his way across. He made progress on deepthroating each of them, although he struggled with Julio’s girth. By the second time he came around to Tom, he discovered that Tom had put in a big smooth cock ring and his Jacob’s ladder, and Tom coached him in how to deepthroat him with the metal in. Anytime Tom had cause to reprimand the boy for failing, Tom did, giving Wesley a dizzying series of face slaps, throat chokes, punches, and hard slaps. They took turns spanking him while he gave first one, then the other the best blow job he could manage. Once his cheeks were red, verging on bruising from the hard spanks by huge hands they each possessed, they removed the big dildo and made him snuggle and watch videos of them destroying all sorts of young men. He sat between different combinations of men, but after about an hour, they shifted and he was between Big Ed and Tom. Tom had him suckle on his cock, occasionally feeding him a mouthful of piss, while Ed used his big fingers to tease and fuck Wesley’s very, very hungry hole. Tom made him explore with his tongue every nook and cranie created by his Jacob’s ladder, with Wesley sucking and taking into his mouth every piece of metal in the big cock, Wes working his way down to worship Tom’s balls with his mouth and Tom’s ass with his tongue. Satisfied the boy has became truly familiar with Tom’s huge tool, Big Ed had him worship his own tool, balls and ass, then brought him up to nestle between them. Tom gently getting Wesley even more horned up by playing with his nipples and ass. Julio shifted the porn, to focus on videos where boys were begging one or the other of the throuple for a pozzing. After watching several of these movies, Tom pulled the boy tenderly to his chest, moving Wes’s hands to stroke his growing cock. “You want that, too, right? Why?” Tom said. Wesley looked serious, his eyes black with Tina lust, and said “I want to be a part of your family Uncle Tom. Big Ed said he’d be my daddy and take care of me.” “Are you willing to do whatever it takes?” Tom said quietly, “Even get fucked brutally with all my metal and this thing here?” Tom reached beside himself to show Wes a big spiky cock ring. “This will tear you up inside and make your bleed—not a ton, but a little—and will make sure my poz seed makes your ours.” “Will it hurt?” Wes asked. “No more than other things you’ve done tonight,” Tom replied pointing as the screen. Wes’s eyes widened at the sight of dark haired young man with long lean muscle, begging Tom to hurt him and pozz him as Tom fucked him, slamming into him with the spiky piercing in place. Wes saw that Tom’s cock grew pink, and yet the boy urged Tom on and on. Eyes wide, Wes nodded, “I’ll do whatever it takes, Daddy Tom.” Tom made Wes kiss the spiky cock ring, and lick it. Tom used it on Wes’s nipples, and balls, and rolled it in his mouth, showing Wes that it wasn’t really sharp, just spiky and rough. Tom then picked him up and carried him to the bathroom alone. He closed the door—“You are mine alone to do with as I wish for several hours, boy,” Tom promised darkly—and made Wes get on his knees in the shower with his ass up and his chest to the floor. Tom speared the boys hole, pushing deep, with the hose of an enema bag containing the rest of the huge bottle of the throuple’s collected chempiss Ed had brought. When the boy was full he plugged him with an expandable plug, this one larger than the one they’d used before. and pumped it until Wes was clearly uncomfortable. Tom then sat on the shower bench and Wes gave his cock, balls and ass the very oral service he possibly could. Tom kept him plugged and locked for about an hour, at one point making him stand upside down in a handstand, Tom supporting him, to get the piss deep, then making him stand while Tom bit his nipples, and lightly punched his stomach, Tom enjoying the way the pain and strain made Wes’s perfect musculature look even more gorgeous. After about 45 minutes Wes was really struggling and so Tom took him in the shower and cuffed his hands behind his neck. He had the boy spread his legs as if he was going to let him released the pressure, but instead he began to slowly pump the plug more. When Wes started moaning he began to pump continuously until Wes was yelling, begging him to stop, but Tom didn’t stop until the plug was at its biggest. Wes had stopped yelling and was now crying silently. The pressure had forced the chempiss deeper though, and soon sweat was poring off him from a fresh high. Tom toyed with him now, pushing on the plug to try to lodge it deeper or brining it out just a few inches, the huge globe painfully stretching Wes’s asshole. Tom wanted to just reach in and yank the plug out fully inflated. And he’d done that many times and would someday soon to Wes, but he knew Ed had set parameters, and so he deflated the plug by about half before yanking it out, causing Wes to scream and then sigh as the potent piss shot out of his hole. Wes was barely coherent, but as Tom picked him up he was whispering “Use me please, daddy Tom, hurt me Daddy Tom.” Tom put the boy into the sling. He had the bedroom to himself, Julio and Big Ed having gone downstairs. The honor of pozzing the boy belonged to him, and so the boy was his alone for a while. Tom fucked the boy again, leaving in his big smooth ring, enjoying the boys hot hole. He was quite rough, spending time fucking at each of the boys sphincters. He slapped the boy, punched his stomach and pinched his chest. Wes was so high and so lost in bottomless desire, he egged it on, begging for the abuse. For a while, Tom tied Wes into a chair and put a pair of cruel spiked clamps on the boys small nipples. He tied up the boys balls tight, and hurt them, first by squeezing with his hands, and then with increasingly cruel hits with a small rubber hammer. Tom put Wes’s balls in a vise and turned the screw until Wes was groaning. Then he gagged the boy and cruely bit on his tits, chewing them until they were red. Finally, wiped the boys tits down with alcohol, and got out some little packages of needles. As he unwrapped one, he held it up to Wes’s face. Wes’s eyes widened. “Did you think,” Tom said, “That I wouldn’t notice that you had several videos that included piercing on your playlist? Well I did, so let’s help you experience that fantasy.” As Tom spoke, he slowly pushed the needle in. At first Wes just groaned, but by the time the needle came out the other side, he was screaming around the gag. Tom then went to the other side and did the other, and this time Wes screamed quickly and then hung his head, panting in pain. Tom let the boy sit, his head hanging in subjugation, for a few minutes while he changed out his cock ring to the spiky one. He then removed the gag and made Wes deepthroat his cock, the spiky cock ring causing the boy’s throat some pain. After he’d roughed the boys throat up a bit more, Tom knelt by the boy’s head, “If you join us, your sexual life will be to take what we give out when we give it out, no questions. Do you understand?” Wes looked up, the pain bringing his awareness into sharp focus, “Yes Uncle Tom, please use me for your pleasure, hurt me, pozz me, I want to be yours.” So Tom removed the needles, Wes hissing as Tom applied rubbing alcohol and squealing as Tom covered the sore nipples with triple antiobiotic salve. Tom unbound Wes and picked him up, kissing Wes passionately. Tom carried the boy over to the sling, telling him what a good boy he was. When he had the boy restrained in the sling Tom paused and admired the boy, already begging his Uncle Tom to fuck him. The boy really was a trouper. Tom had treated many inexperienced 18 year olds this harshly, and few had tried so hard to suck it up and take it. Tom left the boy and went over—just out of Wes’s sight—to prepare his long cock. Tom greased it up with a thick lube, and then proceeded to press Tina shards in every nook and crannie created by all of his metal. He would slow fuck the boy first, each shift in direction rolling the metal and delivering burning shards of Tina to Wes’s hole. While each would hurt, that would also build on the fire already burning in the kids pussy, a fire that Tom would then brutally feed into an inferno, as the spiky cock ring, slowly at first and then with increasing brutality stretched and tore the soft lining of the boys insides. Ton walked over a smiled down cruelly. Tom pulled the boy’s pussy open, and lined his cock up, and then he slammed his long brutally metaled cock all the way home. Wes was rigid, his mouth open in a silent howl, and then he started screaming as his body processed the burn of the top coating of Tina. Tom waited until the boy subsided as the Tina turned to desire, then he shifted his angle inside the boy, giving a little slow fuck, and deposited another set of sharp burning shards. Wes gave a series of sharp cries, as over the next few minutes Tom shifted around to try to expose the various sides of his metal and deliver the boy a huge and wild booty bump. Tom slow fucked the boy, letting his metal drag around inside the boypussy slowly. Wes was in a constant state of uncertainty, one minute craving the feeling the next minute hurting. Tom made Wes squeeze and suckle his long cock with his ass, then pulling out or pushing in, making the boys hole sore. As the Tina took over, Tom increased the speed of the fuck, slamming into the boy and then the boy’s hole grasping at him as Tom pulled his cock out. Wes began to crave the destruction, and began begging Tom to use him. Tom fucked him this way for a long time —over an hour —before pulling out and ramming a long dildo in the boy. Tom smoked a bowl as he used the dildo to fuck the boy, keeping Wes horned and begging, “Please Uncle Tom, need cock, need your cock, need hurt.” After he finished the bowl, Tom went over and recoated his cock with shards. The boy was already beyond fucked up, but Tom wanted him to be nothing but a hole. And Tom knew little Wes ‘s his already bruised and battered hole would absorb the Tina even faster, bringing the boy higher and higher. Tom yanked the big toy out and speared the boy again. The boy responded to the burning with a cry, then his ass immediately clamped down, milking the big cock,craving the Tina burn. “Red hot poker, fuck me, feels so good,” Wes began chanting. No longer bothering to be slow, Tom began fucking and changing his angles as the boy quivered and shook as his hole felt stung over and over. He removed the boys restraints, and keeping his cock buried, turned the boy onto his hands and knees on the bed, Wes screamed briefly as his hole was rotated around the hard cock, pulling and shifting in new ways and delivering a coulple more shards. Without missing a best Tom kept fucking, and he fucked Wesley in every position imaginable. He fucked him harder and harder, and then when his cock began to turn very light pink, Tom grabbed Wes around his chest, forcing the perfect body to arch like a bow, and he drilled him as deep as he could for about half an hour more before letting loose a giant load. Wes was a mess, his butt red from Tom’s spanking, his neck and shoulder showing the imprint of where the bigger man had choked him, his muscular stomach and back glistening with sweat, and yet he still pushed and pulsed his ass around Tom’s cock, begging to be fucked. Tom pulled out and then plugged and blindfolded the boy. Tom then placed him on the bed and used the cuffs to position his ass up with his wrists cuffed to his ankles. He then sat on the bed and made the boy use his mouth to clean up his cock before feeding him, another load of piss. He then pissed on a jock and stuffed it in the boys mouth and then gagged the boy, making sure the jock was hanging out of the gag and wouldn’t get sucked in and choke the boy to death. As he left he bent down and said, “Stay here boy and let Uncle Tom’s swimmers soak in your ass.” Wesley just smiled a crooked, fucked-up smile, and said, “Thank you, sir.”

The Big Black Bear’s Family Meats Little Wesley Ed just relaxed for a bit, jacking his big uncut tool as he watched the boys favorite porn. He noted that most of the tops he liked were black, but that there were plenty of Latinos, and some white guys. The one thing they had in common was big cocks. There wasn’t an average or even medium cock on a single one. Smiling he picked up his mobile and went downstairs so the boy couldn’t hear him. “Tom, it’s Ed. You and Julio here? Good, give me about an hour and half. I need to fuck him up before you come over.” Ed went upstairs and opened the bathroom door. The smell of piss was strong, but the boy remained in position, he was clearly struggling a bit, his shoulder quivered from being cuffed behind him. Ed pulled his face up gently and commanded him to open his mouth, he spit in the boys mouth and then commanded Wes to suck his cock. The boy obeyed and gave a decent blow job for about 10 minutes. Ed then stood him up and uncuffed him and then they showered. Ed taught the boy how to clean him, to kiss each part of his big body before washing. After cleaning the boy—Ed loving the feel of Wes’s hard little muscles—Ed brought him to the bed and got him on his hands and knees. He slipped the plug out, and noticed the boy hissed. “Little sore?” Ed asked. “Yes, sir,” Wes admitted. Big Ed smiled, “Daddy’s got something for that.” Ed grabbed his bag and went downstairs to the kitchen. He grabbed a Gatorade and put in a very small dose of G. He then dumped a big bump of Tina—triple anything the boy had taken thus far—into a syringe with no needle and then opened up a capsule of x into it as well, filling the syringe with some distilled water. He threw the Gatorade back into his bag and carried the syringe carefully up the stairs. Upstairs, he was pleased the boy was still in position. Ed put some thumping electro onto the sound system. He then got behind the boy and said, “Daddy’s got something that will help with the soreness, put your chest down on the bed,” and then he gently slid the syringe deep as it would go. The boy grunted but stayed in position as Ed released the liquid. Ed lubed up the small plug and eased that into the boy. After a few minutes the boy started to feel the big bump. Ed climbed up on the bed with the Gatorade and a pipe with a full bowl. Ed patted beside himself, and the boy crawled up and snuggled next to him, as close as he could. Ed had him drink the Gatorade and pulled up a rough fucking scene on his iPad. The scene was similar to one on the boy’s favorites list. In it, Ed and his partners Tom and Julio were destroying a young blonde twink. Wes was clearly turned on by the scene. . Then his eyes grew wide, “Is that you, sir?” “Yep boy, that’s me and some friends,”Ed replied. “Fuck that’s hot,” Wes said, wiggling his ass around as the twink cried out as Julio’s super thick cock penetrated the twink. He let the movie play, and saw Wes get more and more turned on as the sex on screen got rougher. Ed smoked a bowl, shotgunning the boy as well as teaching him to suck on the pipe. He then used padded wrist and ankle cliffs to align the boy on his back, wrist and ankles cuffed around a thin black bar. Ed finger fucked him, the boy not even remembering he was supposed to be sore. God, how Ed wanted to fist the boy. His cock rose as he thought about busting the boy’s fisting cherry. But not tonight. Some day later, when the boy had been turned into a needy fuck hole who could think of nothing but being filled. He texted Tom and Julio, “Come over.” “Metal or no?” Tom texted back, asking if he should remove the Jacob’s ladder from his long white snake. “None for now, but bring it,” Ed said. The question carried a deeper meaning: did Ed want the boy ruined now or turned into a fuck pig more slowly. If Ed didn’t care if Tom made Wes bleed from the beginning, he would have let him wear the metal bars from the first fuck. The boy in the video—Josh—had bled the first several times they used him. Josh was now house cunthole at a dealers place in New Orleans, chained up in the basement to be used by anyone who wanted him. Ed, Tom, and Julio had gone there the last time they were in New Orleans. The boy was so high he didn’t recognize them, he just dropped into position with his ass—covered in welts and bruises—held open with his hands.But the minute Tom slammed his fully metaled cock into him in one thrust, Josh begged his Daddy Tom to fuck him. After hours of getting doubled by different combinations of the men, Josh started begging Ed to fist him. Josh’s hole was so ruined, Ed’s fist sank to the elbow with no trouble. But that fate wasn’t what Ed wanted for Wes. Oh Wes would do all of those things, including bleed, but he would experience those things slowly as Ed guided him to explore his deepest and darkest desires. Ed didn’t want to ruin Wes, he wanted Wes as his full time boy. Ed leaned in next to the boys head, “You want to meet the men who were in that video? Have them fuck you like that?” “ Yes, daddy, please, I want to get fucked so bad.” Ed smiled, “You want to join out little family, be my full time boy?” “Yes, sir, please,” Wesley said, “Please.” “You want your Uncle Tommy to knock you up, poz you?” Ed asked, “ Make you related to me by blood?” Wes looked confused. “I’m pozz boy, but I’m undetectable,” Ed said, “so you can’t get it from me. But your Uncle Tommy went off his meds six weeks ago when your dad asked about the car. He can pozz you and make you our blood relative.” Wesley paused and said, “Will you take care of me and fuck me every every day if I become your boy?” Ed said “Yes.” And Wesley nodded, “Please make me your blood relative, Daddy.” Ed smiled and gave Wes a deep kiss. “I promise to take care of you and I promise to see that you get fucked every day, and I also promise that sometimes I will hurt you, but only because I know you want it.” Ed then uncuffed the boy from the pole that held his legs and arms together, and Ed had him kneel in the shower, his hands again cuffed behind his back and then Ed blindfold Wes. Wes waited this way for about 20 minutes until he heard voices in the bathroom. “Jesus, he’s as beautiful as you said,” a Southern voice said, and then Wes felt hands touching his pecs and and pinching tits. Another hand, bigger, cupped his buttocks and a deep voice with a Latin accent said “Push that plug and all that piss out so I can see that hole.” Wesley pushed grunting and when all the piss was out he felt big fingers with the familiar burn of Tina pushing in his hole. “You got a sweet hole, baby,” the deep voice said, “We’re gonna fuck you up, get you so high, your boypussy gonna feel so good wrapped around my thick cock.” Wes felt a sharp slap, and then the other voice, Southern, “I hear you want my poz seed?” “Yes sir,” Wes said, his voice solemn. “Open that mouth and take this load of piss. Do a good job and I will give you what you need.” So Wes drank both men’s piss, trying hard to be a good boy. When he was done, they stood him up and hosed him off, still blindfolded. The big handed man tied his balls with tight leather cord, separating them, the big hands squeezing them as he did so, making Wes groan. The man then turned him around and got the leather wet. “As it dries, little one, it will tighten and squeeze your balls more. You will learn to like that.” They dried Wes off and then strong arms carried him into the bedroom. They lay him down on some sort of leather sheet in the air, Wesley felt the thing swing. They cuffed his arms and legs and Wes heard chains swinging. “You’re going to like riding in the sling,” the Southern voice said, close to his face. The man slipped his blindfold off and Wes blinked and looked into the handsome, face of his Uncle Tom, his shaved head glimmering in the light. Tom had Wes lick and sniff his smelly pitts and lick his big nipples, then Tom stood up and Wesley saw that he was covered in tatts with a full sleeve running from one shoulder to his long hands. The other arm was marked off on the inside with a ruler to the quarter inch, running up into his armpit. His long cock was raging hard, and he adjusted it and abruptly speared into Wes’s hole and kept pushing, Wes felt him stretch his second hole and the cock kept coming, suddenly penetrating too deep, Wes tensed up and Tom slowed down but didn’t stop until Wes groaned aloud. “Gotta surprise for you, baby boy,” Tom said softly. And Wes felt a warm wetness and the start of a burn, and he gave a little cry, as Tom released, with a little squirt of piss, the huge shard he’d hidden in his piss slit. Tom pressed forward slowly. Wesley cried out, “Oh sir, it burns, like a hot poker deep inside.” Tom still pressed forward, releasing a small stream of piss, going deeper into the boy than anyone had. Suddenly, Tom felt the boy’s hole change, and he heard Wes say, “Oh fuck your dick is so deep, so good.” And with those words Tom pushed harder, Wes pulling his legs wide in the sling, desperate to help in his own violation, raising his pelvis up just slightly. Tom pushed and pushed and suddenly he was balls deep, Wesley shaking and moaning, his body stretched open like he was being crucified through the burning cock in his boyhole. Tom brought his cock back a few inches, then fucked the boys deep place, doing this over and over until the boy started to loosen up. Tom then steadily increased the strokes of his fuck until he could pull his cock out and slam it back in. Wes was wild, sweat pouring from his body, Julio stood beside Wes, kissing him deeply, biting his nipples, leaving little pinched bite marks down Wes’s defined abs. Julio would scoop up the sweat and precum pooling in the bend of Wesley’s torso and feed it to Wes, then set Wes’s mouth to work on his own sweaty pits. Julio worked in harmony with his man of 20 years, knowing exactly when Tom was about to deliver a jarring full-cock fuck and he’d be ready to stimulate the boys nipples or nibble at his ear. Wesley was in pigboy heaven, being ravished by two total top men of his dreams. He had never been so high, and had never had so many sensations at once. He was completely lost in the need to be used, to be opened, to be fucked, to be devoured. He opened his legs as wide as he could, driving back hard against Tom’s incredibly deep fuck. Tom leaned in and he and Julio kissed the boy together, their huge tongues stretching his much smaller mouth wide. “Oh baby,” Tom said, slapping Wes lightly to make him focus,”Are you trying to get me to go deeper?” Wes responded by pushing back, and Tom indeed slipped deeper for just a second. Wes said, “ Yes daddy, deeper daddy, take me Tom, fuck me Tom, I want your DNA, make me family, please!” Hearing those words, with his cock straining from 7-days of pent-up load saved just for this moment, Tom roared, fucking wildly and filled the boy with a giant load. Tom waited a minute and let his load soak in the hot clutching wetness. Wesley was so turned on, his hole was squeezing Tom, desperate to get the top man hard for another go. Tom carefully pulled out and Julio’s broad shoulders and torso took his place before Wesley’s open legs. His body was big — wider than Big Ed, but shorter, like 5’11”. Wesley looked up at him with lust. Julio was brutally handsome, his features rugged, his dark eyes black with the light of a rough top man on Tina. And Wesley couldn’t believe how thick the man’s 10 inch cock was. For his part, Julio marveled at Wesley’s beauty, his gorgeous blonde hair, perfect body, his defined abs leading a trail to his locked boy clit,at how Wes’s hips were dwarfed by his own wider body, and how his cock—8 inches around—made the boys hole look so, so tiny. “Gonna split that pussy open, boy,” Julio promised, slipping another bump of Tina in the boys hole. Julio poured lube into the kid and then slicked up his cock. He grabbed Wes’s little balls, swollen in the leather cord, and squeezed as he pushed into Wes’ hole. The boy gasped and cried out, but Julio keep pushing until the boys hole stopped him. Wes had taken maybe three inches of Julio’s nearly 10 inches. Wes groaned and arched his back, “Fuck Uncle Julio, that’s so thick.” Julio pushed and another two inches slipped in. “Push out, boy, suckle my thick dick with your boypussy” Julio commanded. As Wes obeyed, Julio slipped most of the head of his iron-hard cock into the boys inner ring. Wesley cried out, then groaned. “Breathe, baby, breathe my thick dick to its home in your boypussy” Julio said soothingly, as he streamed several spirts of potent chempiss into the boys hole, displacing the several huge shards he’d stuff in his piss slit. As that began to dissolve and enter Wes’s bloodstream Julio started pushing again. Slow but relentless he pushed until Wes’s groans grew desperate. He paused and this time as he pissed, he reached down and kissed the boy, and started fucking. He went very slowly, but he covered increasing ground until he was fucking the boys second hole to the previous depth. Then he started fucking harder, pushing deeper. At first Wesley struggled and panted, but as all the drugs from his latest dose took hold, he started enjoying it. As he did, the deeper penetration by the thick tool got rougher and rougher. From time to time Julio would grab the boys balls and use them to hold the boy in place for his rigorous assault, Wes screaming slightly. Then, Wes began to beg, “Give me all that thick cock, wreck me, make me your boy cunt.” When he said that, Julio pulled out completely and began to pile drive the boys hole, pushing and pushing harder and deeper. The boy’s beautiful face oscillated between absolute pleasure and pain, suffering and joy. Ed and Tom were very turned on, and they stood next to the boy and got his mouth busy, then lowered his head in the sling slightly so Ed could start to facefuck the boy. Once he finally bottomed out, Julio cruelly fucked the boy at his deepest depth, the boy moaning and crying out around Ed’s thick cock as it fucked his throat. Then Julio began to shift the angles of his fuck. His cock was so thick, he could only shift slightly with a hole this tight, but he did very slowly start to move his coxk to claim more of the molten hot hole. “Your new boy’s ass is amazing,” Julio said, “18 and taking all these giant cocks like a champ. And this hole is like the sweetest velvet.” Ed grinned, pulled his cock out of the boys blubbering mouth, and leaned down and spit in Wes’s mouth. “You like your uncles cock, boy?” Ed demanded, “Which you like better?” Wesley said, barely able to form a sentence in the wake of the drugs and the intense fuck, “Tom so deep, Julio so thick, you so good, Daddy. I love cock, love cock, love cock.” Julio fucked Wesley for almost two hours. It was hell to keep from coming, but Julio forced himself, stopping his cock for a second while he made out with the boy. After the first 45 minutes, he uncuffed the boy from the sling and fucked him all over the bedroom. Wes with his arms against the wall, his ass getting brutally pounded. Wes with his hands on the ground, Julio pounding as Wes cried out from the difficult angle of assault. Wes on his back, as Julio tenderly kissed him and fucked him slowly one second, and then pounding brutally and slapping the boy hard the next. After Julio finally came, shouting out at what a sweet boypussy Wes was, he paused over the boy, dripping sweat that mingled with the pools of sweat lodged in Wes’s little muscles, Wes on his back with his legs on the huge man’s chest, Julio’s cock buried. Julio started shoving his fingers in the boys mouth, stretching it, and as he did so he began to fill the boy with a huge load of piss. He paused before it was all out his bladder and pulled out. Julio made Wes clean his cock, then he made the boy lick his asshole, not satisfied until he was sure the boy’s tongue had probed as far as he could, the boy desperate to please. He then eased his cock into the boys mouth and made him hold a big mouthful of piss, his checks rounded from the size of the load. Tom climbed in between Wes’s muscular legs then and slipped his cock in and let loose a huge piss load, only letting the boy swallow Julio’s potent piss when Tom’s pissing was finished, Wes’s face grimacing at the acrid taste of Julio’s chempiss. Wesley then serviced Tom the way he’d serviced Julio, while his Daddy Ed slipped thr big black hose of Wes dreams in his rapidly-filling boypussy. As Ed pulled out, ready to put the boys mouth to workonhis cock and asshole, Julio slipped a big butt plug up the boy. After a while, Ed knelt by the boy’s head, tenderly kissing him and stroking his hair and praising his beauty, telling him what a good boy he was, and how hot he looked getting fucked by his new Uncles. Wesley got higher and higher, as the huge triple load of chempiss coursed into his bloodstream through the thin, bruised and stretched walls of his colon. Then Julio and Tom began to bind the boy, Julio holding him upright as Tom bound his arms and knees again around the thin steel pole, and then sliding the sling over to near the bed and affixing a chain from the mobile sling leg to the thin steel pole, holding Wes into position on his back, his ass exposed. As the men did this, Ed moved from praise to subtle manipulation. Making sure that Wes expressed his desire to join their pozz family. Ed would lie by saying that Julio wouldn’t accept him if he didn’t test pozz right away. “You should do everything we tell you that will help you join, if that’s what you want?” Ed whispered. Wes nodded solemnly, “Yes, Daddy Ed, I want that and I will do what ever it takes.” Ed smiled, he would ask again, but Wes had just agreed to a brutal metal fuck at some time in this evening, and one that would likly run more than a little pink. They attached nipple clamps—rubber covered ones, rather than ones with sharp teeth, the boy was a beginner after all—and then they took turns toying with him, squeezing his balls and slapping and light punching his stomach. The men did this to be cruel, yes, and to help take Wes deeper into slutboy head space, but they also did it to keep the kids insides jumping and rumbling, making his colon milk even more chems from the piss. Finally, Tom—who got to be cruelest because he was the one would gone off meds to make this boy belong to them—slipped the plug out, slapping the boys ass and threatening dire consequences if the boy spilled a drop and then Tom slipped in an inflatable dildo. This one would expand outward in thickness but also several inches deeper into the boy, forcing the piss in front of it deeper and deeper onto the boy. Tom sat on the boys face—fuck, the kid was already a pretty good with his tongue up a top’s hole—and he began to inflate the tool. He did it slowly until the boy groaned and then kept inflating, very slowly, until it was fully inflated. Little Wes was rigid with pain, so Tom slapped his chest. The boy’s body jumped and he groaned as the surprise movement made his deeper hole open and piss moved in. Tom held him like this for just a few seconds before giving the boy some poppers. As the poppers relaxed him Wes groaned again as his hole opened and inflatable settled in and piss trickled in deeper. Tom left him there and he and Ed and Julio went downstairs.

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.

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.