Jump to content

Daddy's Gonna Fuck You Up


PervInBER

Recommended Posts

  • 4 weeks later...
  • 5 months later...

Hey there! Just wanted to thank everyone for the feedback on the story, and apologize for the long hiatus - university work kept me rather occupied in the past several months. Perhaps a general note on the topic is also warranted given some of the earlier comments on the split-off thread: this story is meant to be pretty graphic and violent, but it is only fantasy and imagination - not something I would condone (and most of it is definitely not something I would enjoy) in real life. I'm working on multiple different things at the moment, some of which are more consent-based. Regardless, chapter 2 is coming up soon!

  • Like 3
  • Upvote 1
Link to comment
Share on other sites

Part 2 – The Fleshlight

I was far from done.

I picked up the piss-tube spewing urine all over the floor, and shoved it back into my whore’s mouth, pulling the mask back over his head as he looked at me with pleading eyes. While his cunt was surely loose at this point, he was going to need some extra help for what I was about to do to him. I rummaged through my bag, eventually pulling out a bottle of poppers with a special-made bottle cap with two separate openings poking out of it. I attach one of the openings to the whore’s breathing tube, and immediately felt the air flowing in and out the other end. Then, I found the screw at the base of the cap, which I slowly start turning, releasing poppers into the tube. I brought the end of the tube to my nostrils and took a deep hit, carefully adjusting the flow of chemical fumes to a rate that would fry the whore’s brain, but not completely knock him out. Getting horny again, I walked over to his hole.

It was glorious: puffy, red, and most of all: used. The parts of his ass that weren’t covered in a sheen of sweat had cum hanging off them, sliding down his taint and clumping around his sparsely haired balls, dropping into the piss puddle below. His ass lips looked tired, unable to fully close, but not quite at a resting gape just yet, the beautiful red of his insides fighting against the sphincter – a rosebud just beginning to form. I grabbed my dick, carefully scooping up strangers’ cum as I brought it up to his opening, pushing in just a little, testing out those worn-out pussy lips. No resistance. Perfect.

I pulled out, easily replacing my dick with three callused fingers, roughly pulling them in and out as I played with the boy’s prostate, eliciting a muffled moan. This should have been uncomfortable for him at this point, given the abuse he’s already been subjected to, but I guess the steady influx of poppers and chem piss were doing their job. I add in a fourth finger and pushed in deeper, past my knuckles and up to where the thumb meets the palm. This time, there was some resistance, and while the whore still moaned, he also pulled away a little. I watched his pussy lips loosen and tighten around my hand as I twisted it around inside. I teased the whore, gliding my cum-slick fingers along his prostate as I stretched his cunt every which way, hearing him moan, lightly rocking himself back-and-forth into my hand. I continued like this for a while, leading him closer and closer to orgasm. Soon he was panting like a bitch in heat, and I smiled knowing that the quicker and more deeply he breathes, the more those poppers would be frying his useless brain. Just as well. Better for him to be as fucked up as possible for what was coming next.

With a sadistic smirk, I added my thumb to the next onslaught of his cunt, meeting the last bits of resistance the whore had to offer. I could hear his groans take on an air of pained urgency as he tried to pull his ass forward, away from my advancing fist. But it was no use. With his hands and knees shackled to the floor, the whore yelped and screamed into his gag until something in his sphincter just gave way, and my whole hand slipped through, engulfed by his newly forming pussy lips. His yelling was punctuated by deep breaths, each imbued with a potent haze of poppers, steadily relaxing him a little more into the fist lodged inside his guts. Not wanting him to get accustomed too quickly, I slowly plowed forward, pushing deeper and deeper into his insides with every squeal escaping the battered whore. Again, I met with resistance, but instead of pushing further, I pulled back – I wanted that bend in his colon to stay exactly where it was. Or at least where my dick left it. Continuing my retreat, I dragged the many loads coating his intestines out with my fist, leaving behind a gaping, creampie of a mess. Again, I dove in, meeting less resistance. I couldn’t tell if his sphincter was finally busted from all the abuse, or relaxed from the poppers frying his brain, but I knew I wouldn’t stop until his gape was permanent and his brain a pile of incoherent mush. I continued to fist him, harder, faster, punchfucking his weakening hole until the whore moaned and groaned with every insertion. But I never went deeper. Always I would pause at that bend in his colon, keeping another piece of him intact to later break and torture.

The whore’s moans soon followed the predictable rhythm of my fist breaching his hole, and he started swaying back-and-forth, impaling himself on my arm. With my other hand, I reached underneath his stomach, finding the whore hard and leaking. Surprised the bitch could even get hard after all the chem piss and drugs he’d been force fed, I continued my onslaught of his guts, while his movements caused the whore to jerk himself on my hand. I increased my tempo, hearing his breathing become heavier, more labored, flooding his brain with poppers, with his dick getting harder and harder in my hand. Soon, I was standing still, watching this bitch in heat fuck himself on my forearm, greedily huffing in the fuck fumes killing off any rational thought. Then, just as he stuck himself as deep on my arm as he could go, he started cumming, his body shaking with every throb of his dick, emptying himself into my waiting hand.

I waited for him to finish before pulling my forearm from his hole, and reached once more into my bag of supplies, fishing out a giant butt plug of ungodly girth – another toy I had special-made for an occasion such as this. Longer than my dick, and thicker still, even at its thinnest near the base, this butt plug doubled over as a fleshlight, perfect for loose cunts stretched beyond recognition, since it could still accommodate just about any cock around. And to top it off, a metallic spike at the tip. This bitch was about to have his insides shredded!

I coated the butt plug with the whore’s worthless load and slowly began the insertion, ignoring the exhausted screams emanating from behind the mask. The truth is I wanted the whore to cum just before this part. Not to give him any pleasure, but to make sure this part was as uncomfortable as possible. I wanted him to be drained of all enjoyment, and his wrecked prostate to be completely worn out as his insides get packed with a log-sized toy. As it got near the bend in his colon, his screams intensified in urgency, probably due to the spike scraping along his insides. Soon, we were near the end, and with one final, painful push, I jammed the whole thing in there, his sphincter enclosing around the base, his real pussy showcase the fake one filling it. I got up to remove the poppers from the whore’s breathing tube, and not even 10 seconds passed before a cock found its way into the fleshlight, each thrust causing the toy to roughly scrape away at the whore’s intestines. As soon as the poppers were removed, the breathing tube was immediately filled with thick, white clouds. The whore just couldn’t get a break.

I left him like that for a while, letting my dick rise as I watched him get stabbed repeatedly with every fucker that forced his way into the fleshlight, knowing the night would soon come to an end. Then, taking a few final hits of the poppers myself, I removed the whore’s mask once again and reattached the mouth spreader, fucking the piss out of him a second time. I let others have a go at his mouth as I started packing up the mask, waiting until the guy using the whore’s fake cunt finished dumping his load to pull the monster of a butt plug out, anxious to see if his insides would be pulled out with it. For a second, it seemed likely, with his distended, puffy ass lips dragging along the surface of the black toy, but once I pulled it out, they simply fell back into place, looser than ever before. No prolapse. I nevertheless decided to be satisfied with the impressive gape that was left behind: his hole was bathed in frothy white cum, covered with bloody streaks of pink from getting internally impaled over and over. I sunk my fist in him one last time, enjoying the total lack of resistance and hearing him utter a low moan halfway between pleasure and pain as my forearm easily slid into his velvety tender insides.

“Alright guys, wrap it up! This bitch is done for the night!” I announced to the room when I pulled my arm out. I removed the fleshlight lining from inside the plug, dropping the outer layer into my bag and bringing the fleshlight with me. Again, I waited for the person using him to finish cumming, this time in his mouth. When he pulled out, I lifted my whore’s face, mouth spreader still attached, and started pouring the contents of the fleshlight into his mouth, watching the white spunk disappear down his throat. I removed the mouth spreader, then his wrist and ankle restraints, letting the whore just collapse on the floor as I packed them away with the rest of my things. Fleshlight still in hand, I turned the whore over with a kick, and squeezed the remaining dregs of cum onto his wounds – the cuts and scrapes on his hands and knees from rocking back-and-forth on the concrete floor – before grabbing the rest of my things and carrying the whore out.

The bitch needed a break, and I needed time to come up with new ways to abuse his hole.

  • Like 10
  • Piggy 9
  • Thanks 1
Link to comment
Share on other sites

  • 2 weeks later...

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!

Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.

Sign In Now
×
×
  • Create New...

Important Information

By using this site, you agree to our Terms of Use, Privacy Policy, and Guidelines. We have placed cookies on your device to help make this website better. You can adjust your cookie settings, otherwise we'll assume you're okay to continue.