French Boy Takes A Fist: Thierry and the Farm of Pigs by Andy McGreggor

[scotty2]

Thierry had his right foot on the third rung of the paddock fence, the other foot on the dusty ground. He felt the breeze on his bare buttocks; the red jockstrap was his only clothing apart from his trainers. The summer sun shone harshly in his face and he squinted, barely able to see. On a fence in front of him was a webcam, and behind stood a second camera on a tripod. The man stood behind Thierry and was lubricating the young man's plump white bottom. Thierry felt the cold intrusion of a rubber dildo. He relaxed onto it and was able to let it slide in, until it prodded his prostate, making him wince. Once he had relaxed, Thierry found the dildo's presence enjoyable. The man was in his army boots, olive green t-shirt, and balaclava. His monster dick was rigid and dripping, a thick vein pulsating along the shaft. Thierry could detect the distinct odour of cock. The man came closer, pulled out the slick dildo, and replaced it with his hot, damp cock. Thierry bleated with pleasure as the man entered him, roughly and deeply. After several dozen strokes, deep inside, the man pulled out with a plop. The man was not about to come anytime soon, and the teenager's ordeal was only just beginning.

"Time to take a fist, you cock sucker," said the man. Thierry noticed the man's thick Norman accent for the first time, made harsher by years of smoking. The naked boy felt a cold chill of dread. Would he be able to take this, he wondered. Was it dangerous? Would it hurt? The man began fingering his teenage prey, first with three digits, then with all fingers and part of his thumb. Warmth spread through Thierry's arse. He tried to relax. The man pulled out his hand and tried to insert his fist. This time, the hand stuck at the knuckles. Thierry could take no more and he begged the man to stop. The man tutted in annoyance.

"Come on!" yelled the masked man, his voice laced with menace. "People are paying good money to see this, you little whore. What's the fuss about? You pussy! You little cock teasing slut. It's so easy to wiggle your little arse around, provoking men but when it's time to actually take a real live fist, it's all whimpers and screams and 'oh please, it's too much'." The man spat in contempt and inserted a fresh toy, wider and more painful. He slowly twisted it round, gradually working it in and out of Thierry's throbbing teenage anus, making the boy groan in fear, discomfort, and arousal. The man used his knee to press the toy home. Thierry yelped as it sank past the sphincter and became lodged deep inside him. The man then smeared his greasy hand on Thierry's flushed cheeks and pulled out the toy.

"Disgusting little bitch," he hissed. "Look at you, with your arse slime smeared on your face. Amir, come here," called the man. Amir appeared, naked, with a seven-inch cut cock standing firmly to attention. The man indicated something to Amir, and before Thierry realised what was happening, Amir was holding a bottle of poppers firmly to Thierry's nose. As Thierry opened his mouth, Amir shoved in his cut cock, ploughing deep into the teenager's throat and making him gag. At the same moment, the man began his final assault on Thierry's arse, the pressure increasing relentlessly until at last Thierry cried out. A feeling of fullness engulfed him, causing him to panic. He tried to beg the man to take out his fist but Amir's cock stifled his cry. Unable to control himself, Thierry let go of a hot stream of piss, splashing Amir, and making him laugh. The pressure increased, and then Thierry felt the fist pull back, tugging his stretched arse lips. When he was on the point of expelling the fist, the man pushed it back inside his brutalised anus. Thierry bleated like a bound calf. The fisting carried on for a further five minutes, until the man finally pulled out. Thierry's arse was so dilated it remained open, like an aroused pussy, his arse lips puffed up and purple, the hole dark and inviting. Thierry clung to the fence, his knees feeling as if they might give way.

"On the ground, whore," said the man, spitting into Thierry's face. The saliva dripped slowly towards the young lad's mouth. Thierry knelt and stared up at the masked man, the massive cock hanging semi-erect at Thierry's face. "Open your mouth," said the man. With that, Thierry felt the first warm splash of piss hit his chest. A further wet stream sought out his young face, before splashing into his mouth. The man's piss was bitter and salty. It bubbled and frothed in Thierry's mouth. "Swallow," instructed the masked man. Amir joined the man, aiming his fat, cut cock at Thierry's face. He began to urinate on Thierry's forehead, the piss splashing down into the boy's eyes, stinging and irritating them, and into his mouth. When both men had finished pissing, they both put a hand under Thierry's shoulders and led him to a workbench, under a tree. Once again, Thierry noted the webcam. Amir held Thierry down by his arms, allowing the man to fasten restraints on the boy's wrists. Then he secured Thierry's ankles. Thierry's pulse quickened with excitement as the two men circled him. He felt a sharp pain; the older man was pushing his cock deep into Thierry's now sore and swollen arse. Amir pushed his cock into the lad's bruised throat. For several minutes, Thierry groaned in discomfort whilst the two men spit roasted him. Then the masked man tensed, and Thierry felt a hotness in his colon as the man seeded him. Amir, having held off until his master came, shot his sour, bitter spunk into the lad's mouth. Thierry swallowed it down in one go. Amir untied him. By the time he had stood up, he was alone.

[ckt]

Thierry bleated like a bound calf.

Haha, love that simile.

[cumaddict71]

wow, this is hot!

[scotty2]

Thanks cumaddict71. See, I told you I can do rough! I am doing something even more depraved and cum squirting as we speak.