Raymond

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This is great - very much looking forward to the next chapters!!!

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On 3/17/2022 at 10:32 AM, Bareback_austin said:

For those who appreciate inspiration. These are not the exact images I see when I imagine them, but close approximations. 
 

Nelson:
Raymond:

And Thomas:

WOOF!!!!!! 

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We need more of this

[Bareback_austin]

Raymond’s mind was all over the place. The drugs were doing their job as his hole was still aching to be touched, fingered, fucked and used in so many imaginable ways, but he had truly seemed to piss off the only man he had ever wanted to meaningfully please. The drugs had transformed Nelson from random Red Shirt in the cafe to a man that was able to make the historically rebellious and annoyed Raymond willing want to serve.

 

Raymond, head hanging down, mind running amok, kneeling before Thomas, was confused and disappointed in himself. Disappointed that was giving him the fuck of his life and abruptly stopped the pleasure. Nelson was the last person he had ever wanted to upset, even if it was the drugs making him think so.

 

“You hear that, fucker? Me and Nels go way back. We’ve ruined many a faggot; this is the first time I’ve seen him this fucking pissed. He either really likes or really fucking hates you. Hard to tell with him, isn’t it? Well, either way he gave permission to make it hurt.” He winked at Raymond, the sad puppy dog look on his face still present as he began to hear the familiar flick and click of the torch.

 

Raymond watched as Thomas filled his lungs. He held the hit, put the bong on the desk to his right and motioned for Raymond to move forward. As if by now on instinct, Raymond closed his eyes and opened his mouth for a shotgun that never came.

 

Watching Raymond close his eyes thinking he was getting a shot gun, Thomas, in one swift motion, rolled back his chair, stood up and slapped the ever-living fuck out of Raymond. Standing at his full height, he was able to fully rear back and deliver a blow that connected square on the cheek. The *THWACK echoed in the room. 

 

Raymond fell hard against the hard wood floor. It happened so fast he was only able to make a surprised yelping sound before bringing his hand to his left cheek while he used his other hand and knees to drag himself away from his assailant.

 

For a second Thomas thought he went too far, but the slap was loud enough to bring Nelson to the door. Noticing the slight glint of panic in Thomas’ eyes, Nelson gave an approving nod and directed his eyes toward the gear that littered the shelves. A cocky smirked appeared on his face when Thomas smiled back widely, knowing punishment was the name of the game. Nelson disappeared silently back down the hall.

 

The pain and surprise brought Raymond back to reality, if only briefly.

“What the fuck, dude?” he croaked while still half crawling away. He was on all fours making his way up when Thomas quickly sat on this back. Not hard, but firm enough to surprise him again. He quickly wrenched Raymond’s left arm behind his back and began to push it up the boy’s muscled back. Quickly his right arm shot back and began tapping Thomas, the universal sign of submission.

 

Thomas leaned forward and sneered, “Touch me one more fucking time with that faggot hand of yours and I break your fucking arm, comprende puta?” As he finished he couldn’t resist licking Raymond’s neck, ending in a nibble. Relishing the sweaty and musky smell, he buried his nose in the crook of Raymond's neck and began to gently bite. 

 

Raymond had no doubt in his mind that Thomas would break his arm, so he dropped it and was instantly aroused as the man sitting on his back began licking  and biting him. Involuntarily he began trying to grind his ass up into Thomas. His mind confused, his body giving in. 

 

“In my experience,” Thomas said, while slowly easing up on Raymond’s bent arm, “disobedient faggots learn through pain.”

 

By this time Thomas had scooted down just a bit, his hard cock rubbing up and down Raymond’s now sweat drenched crack. Raymond could feel the hard cock teasing him, but was also aware of the lessening pain in his arm.

 

Thomas finally released his arm and Raymond immediately move it forward, toward his head, all the pain in his cheek was a memory as he felt relief. 

 

“But I also learned, they learn through pleasure,” Thomas said as he began to grind his dick between Raymond’s ass cheeks while also using his hand to massage Raymond’s upper back. Thomas was transfixed by Raymond’s toned back muscles. Glistening with sweat, Thomas was momentarily lost in giving this boy pleasure. Five minutes passed with Thomas expertly massaging the boy, his dick still teasing Raymond.

 

All that could be heard was Raymond moaning so slightly, punctuated with the sporadic, “Fuck yes…”

 

Realizing he had a job to do, Thomas was brought back to reality.

 

“So, what’s it going to be, faggot? Pleasure?” Thomas began to gently lick Raymond’s neck and back, again, gently nibbling in his neck.

 

“Or pain!” With one quick and perfectly timed motion, he shoved his entire dick, thickness and all, into the boy in one rough motion. Raymond howled and attempted to get up. He was strong, and almost succeeded, but Thomas was quicker. He spread the boy’s legs with his feet and grabbed a handful of Raymond’s hair and brought his head down hard on its left temple. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough momentarily daze Raymond and let him  know that tonight’s pleasure would come at a cost. A cost he knew his body could pay, but his mind, perhaps not. 

 

Dazed and with pain coming from different parts of his body, Raymond lay flat on the ground, as Thomas placed both hands on the boy’s shoulder blades and began to withdraw and plunge back it. It is a confusing sensation, letting a man ravage your hole while wanting, with every fiber of your being, for it to "Please stop for god's sake!" and, at the same to, "Fuck yeah, fuck that hole!" Raymond’s eyes were squeezed shut in pain, but he also realized he had reached back to spread his cheeks. Thomas knew that the boy was far from being broken, but he was up for the challenge. 

 

“Faggot wants pain,” was all Thomas said as Raymond felt a deluge of conflicting emotions flash across his mind. Thomas was sure he was ripping the boy open. He slowed slightly and examined his cock as it slowly exited and entered the boy. To his surprise, no pink or red streaks. Just pure slickness. He gave the boy a few more pumps before unceremoniously exiting the cunt. He watched it slowly wink closed as Raymond lay panting and limp on the ground.

 

Thomas sat back down in his seat and grabbed the bong. He nudged Raymond’s left leg, “Get the fuck up and clean your ass off my dick. Do a good job and we will see about getting you something to lessen the pain.”

 

Raymond quickly scrambled up and gently took Thomas’ slick cock into his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to please Nelson, and that meant Thomas was the man of the hour right now. Thinking of Nelson, Raymond began to take Thomas down his throat, all the while keeping eye contact with him.

 

“Fuck yeah,” Thomas moaned. He looked down at the stud taking his cock and began to run his hands through the boy’s thick hair. “You really have no idea what the fuck you got yourself into.” He winked and smiled down at Raymond.

This egged Raymond on but he was brought back to the reality of the situation feeling the grip on his hair get uncomfortably tight. Thomas shoved Raymond down onto his cock until the boy's nose smashed against his perfectly groomed crotch. 

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Bravo and Thank You for retuning to this wonderful story.  I enjoyed your work when I first encounter it sometime ago and always hoped for a continuance . . . and lo and behold the first story when I opened BZ today, there was the continuation I was seeking . . . and boy did it indeed fill in the story just that much more.  ( and perhaps, some more?) 😉

[Bareback_austin]

Thomas winced. He always knew it was risky shoving a boy down on his cock considering how thick he was. Raymond's back teeth scraped against the thickest part of his cock, but the pain was just a 2/10. But watching the boy's eyes bulge seeing the surprise register was worth it.

Raymond quickly tried to accommodate the invading cock the only way he knew how. Involuntarily he began swallowing, keeping his eyes on Thomas. After a few moments Thomas momentarily let up and Raymond was able to bob up and down, using the opportunity to get some of his breath back. Up and down he went. He found a good pace and every other movement or so he would take Thomas all the way down to the root. Thomas was more than appreciative. He sat back in the chair, arms behind his head and let the boy get to work.

"Work that dick, faggot," he said and gently slapped Raymond on each cheek. That gave Raymond an idea. With the drugs slightly wearing off he was able to think just a bit more clear. He went down all the way and locked eyes with Thomas as he very slowly began to rise off the rigid cock, using his tongue to work the shaft. Thomas kept his eyes locked on Raymond, sure that he would blink first. As Raymond's mouth finally made its way off his meaty prize, he cleared his throat and hocked a large wad of spit all over Thomas' cock. He then stood and straddled the stud, and used Thomas' leather harness to steady himself as he lined up his hole over the spit covered cock.

Thomas watched in anticipation as Raymond began to lower himself, eyes still locked with Thomas. Just as Raymond was about to impale himself, Thomas reached forward and grabbed Raymond's jockstrap covered cock and balls and squeezed and twisted. With nowhere to go, Raymond let out an audible scream as Thomas pulled the boy toward him, Raymond's face contorted in pain. Thomas continued to pull until Raymond's head was on his shoulder, his body shaking and sweating. Raymond had learned enough up to this point not to resist or flail or make sudden movements. With his free hand, Thomas began stroking the back of Raymond's head, increasing the pressure on the boy'c cock and balls just slightly, sounds of true and real pain just barely escaping the corner's of Raymond's mouth.

"I don't know who the fuck you think you are," Thomas gently whispered into Raymond's left ear, still stroking the back of his head as if trying to sooth him, "but I decide who I stick my fuck stick into."

Without a prompt, Raymond replied, "Yes, sir."

"What did you think was going to happen? You were going to go for a ride and hope I'd forget what your boy in there said?"

"No, I just...," Raymond quivered as the pressure increased.

"Shhh, baby boy. I don't actually care what you thought. But I do want you to answer this question," Thomas could feel, what could only be tears, running down his shoulder. "What was the last thing Nelson said?"

Raymond knew and realized whatever came next was going to be rough.

"Make it hurt," Raymond whispered through gritted teeth, more of a realization than an actual answer to the question asked.

Thomas squeezed a bit more and began to rise. With Raymond on his feet, Thomas lifted his arm a bit more until Raymond was on the tips of his toes and began to walk boy to his right and then backwards. Raymond focused everything he had on staying upright despite the bursts of bright pain appearing when he closed his eyes. Slowly he shuffled back as Thomas guided him by his vice-encased dick. Then suddenly Thomas released his grip. Raymond hunched over, the pain intense but happy to be free.

"Stand up," Thomas said. Raymond obliged and as his mind cleared Thomas shoved the boy backwards. Raymond panicked, arms flailed out to his sides trying to catch himself. He heard the clanking of chains and felt his fall stopped by something cold and slightly rigid. He gasped and after a moment or two of getting his bearings he realized he had been pushed backwards into the forgotten sling. He looked up and Thomas was smiling at him. Raymond couldn't help but lick his lips. Though very different looking than Nelson, Thomas was one hot fucker, especially in his leather harness.

Raymond had never been in a sling before. He swaying and swinging was momentarily soothing. He reached up and grabbed the chains and began to scoot himself up until he was laying comfortably. Thomas began stoking his cock as he watched the boy's biceps flex as he pulled himself up. The boy only slightly struggled to get comfortable but as he did his various muscles seemed all that much more inviting. He wanted to run his mouth and tongue all over Raymond. But there would be time for that later.

Raymond sat and watched Thomas watch him and decided it was best to lower his gaze and wait for instructions. Just as he looked down he saw Thomas move to his right toward the shelf, but he decided to remain still. During all his time have sex, he had never met any two as volatile as Nelson and Thomas. This was a whole new ball game. Suddenly two objects landed on Raymond's torso.

"Put those on."

Raymond reached down and saw that the objects were two thick leather restraints. Assuming they were for his wrists, Raymond got to work. He struggled a bit to get the restraint on his left wrist, but after a few moments it was secure. It felt substantial. He went to put on the other but fumbled it and it landed on the ground below the sling. His eyes quickly shot to Thomas. Thomas didn't say a word. Instead he walked over to Raymond and began to lightly trace a finger on the boy's body as he made his way around until he reached the restraint. He picked it up and placed it on Raymond's chest. Instinctively, Raymond reached to put it on but Thomas gently patted Raymond's chest and simply said, "No," before making his way behind Raymond. Raymond looked up at Thomas whose face was hard to read, much more than before. Thomas reached down and gingerly picked up the restraint and then Raymond's right arm and expertly secured it. He then lifted and extended Raymond's right arm until it was well above his head. But Thomas continued lifting and stretching until he secured the restraint to a link up high. He smiled down at Raymond, "Gimme," was all he said and Raymond obediently responded by giving Thomas his other wrist. Thomas was not so gentle this time. He yanked the arm up high and fast and quickly secured it. Raymond was immediately uncomfortable as he was basically hanging.

Thomas made his way back to Raymond's legs and placed them in their respective stirrups, grabbed Raymond by the cock and balls and began to push the sling back and forth, watching his handiwork. Raymond winced, more at his still sensitive cock and balls being grabbed, but also at the uncomfortable position his arms were now. "Make it hurt," kept running through his head.

All this happened in relative silence until the apartment was suddenly filled with the sound of dark dance music. Raymond turned his head and remembered Nelson was still out there doing god know's what. Thomas moved the office chair in front of Raymond's legs and grabbed his backpack what was sitting next to the desk. Though he could not get a very good view, Raymond saw Thomas give his still rigid cock a few strokes before rummaging through the back. Thomas pulled out a small toiletry bag and shoved his back pack to the side. Wanting Raymond to see the contents he stood, placed the bag on the boy's tight stomach and unzipped. Knowing Raymond would be very curious, he was slow and deliberate removing the contents. He poked around in the bag and removed bag white rocks and shook it enticingly in front of Raymond.

"You know what this is."

"Yes, sir."

Thomas placed the bag on the desk. He then poked around in the bag a bit more and pulled out an elastic tourniquet, though Raymond looked a bit puzzled as to what it was exactly. This made Thomas smile. He loved slamming newbies. Thomas did not bother explaining what it was. Thomas removed the next few objects and saw Raymond's eyes widen and fill with a different panic.

"I don't think that is something I need to be doing."

Thomas had pulled 4 orange-tipped syringes from the bag. All were empty, but Raymond began to realize what was going to happen. He struggled a bit at the restraints, realizing the drugs in his system weren't as noticeable anymore. 

"Let me down," Raymond demanded, still pulling at the chains and restraints. Not a word from Thomas as he moved the toiletry bag off of Nelson and began to walk toward the shelf. "Please!" Raymond croaked. Thomas was walking back and made his way to Raymond's head. He ran his fingers up and down the boy's arms and then stopped at the restraint. Raymond gave a sigh and looked up and saw Thomas smirking down at him.

"Depending on how you see it, today is your luckiest or unluckiest day so far."

Raymond began to struggle more and just as he opened his mouth to say something, Thomas placed a ball gag into Raymond's mouth and quickly secured the leather straps behind the boy's head.

"Just go with the flow."

This was much more than Raymond could have imagined just a few hours ago.

"This will help," Thomas said. Once again he shook the bag in front of Raymond, opened it and pulled out a large shard. Thomas licked his finger and slowly inserted it into Raymond's hole.

"Fuck boy, that hole is not only fire hot, but its tight as hell."

Raymond couldn't help but moan. Thomas worked his single digit in and out as deep as he could. Raymond forgot about the syringes and tourniquet and let Thomas work his hole. A second finger was inserted. Raymond forgot about his arms being strained as they were still uncomfortably secured high above his head. In and out Thomas worked his two digits. He removed them for a moment, placed the large shard at the entrance of Raymond's tight hole and gently pushed, this time with three fingers.

Raymond winced at the pain but moaned at the pleasure. The rock stung his insides, but Thomas' fingers felt like heaven.

"That's it baby boy, just let it happen."

[Bareback_austin]

Raymond tried to speak, but the ball gag was firmly in place. His ass stung, much more than it did before when Nelson did the same thing earlier. As much as Raymond was enjoying Thomas' fingers in his hole, every time he tried to meet the thrusts, the restraints got pulled tighter. Thomas' deliberate placement of the restraints above his head gave him no leverage, caused discomfort every time his torso was pushed down and forward and he found his arms were becoming more fatigued by the moment every time he tried to lift himself up to relieve the pain. 

Pleasure and pain. 

The effort to find any sense of comfort was taking a toll on Raymond. Thomas watched as Raymond grasped the chains in his hands and tried to relieve the pain of being stretched at the arms. It was hot site, once again, watching this toned and muscled college student flex and writhe beneath him. Thomas wanted to devour every inch of firm flesh the boy had. Suck and lick and slap and pinch and punch and backhand and slurp and worship and own. Chances like this and boys like this don't come around often. This stud struggling below him wasn't necessarily made to be a whore or a cumdump, that much was probably true, though he would be those to things in the coming hours. After they were done with him he would go on living the life he had woken up to that morning. Though Thomas still wasn't sure if Nelson hated or liked the bound college stud, he was sure to make this a night something the boy would never forget, and as such, he meant to use and abuse Raymond in such a way that whenever Thomas called, Raymond would show up ready to be fucked and filled in whatever ways Thomas demanded. 

By now, the rock was well dissolved and making its way through Raymond's tight body. Thomas watched as Raymond moaned around the ball gag, eyes rolling, every so often, into the back of his head, but brought back to reality by the pain in his wrists and arms. Thomas looked down at his cock and it was as hard as he had ever remembered. One of those boners that ached and glistened. Beads of sweat pooled in the crevices of the kid's tanned, Spanish abs. With is three fingers still lodged in Raymond, Thomas stood, and began to lick each of Raymond's pert nipples. Raymond moaned into the ball gag, eyes closed. In and out Thomas' fingers went, slowly but firmly. He wanted to go deeper. He worked his mouth over Raymond's left nipple and began to slowly bite it. Not hard, but with enough pressure that Raymond began to focus on what was happening. Thomas saw the wheels turning in the kid's head. He had been purposely unpredictable all night just for moments like these. Raymond was sure pain would soon be coming around the corner as the biting pressure ever so slightly increased. It looked like Raymond was preparing to grit his teeth for the impending hurt. Thomas lifted his mouth off the nipple and licked the sweat off of Raymond's chest, peck and neck. The began to suck on Raymond's neck, fingers still rhythmically going in and out, twisting and thrusting. The boy was in heaven. Thomas wanted to go deeper. He stood, put his free hand on Raymond's should and began to pull him down, deeper onto his fingers. Raymond's arms were stretched. Zero leverage for him to grab the chains. All he could do was watch, and feel, his body being pulled down. His arms muscles trying to flex in search for any relief available all while Thomas' fingers somehow went deeper into Raymond's tight cunt.

The discomfort was turning into pain. Raymond threw his head back. this time tensing his entire body in an effort to get any kind of relief. 

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Thomas said, pulling Raymond deeper onto his digits. "You really don't learn do you?"

Raymond tried pleading, saying that he was sorry and that he would do anything. But all that came out was a mess of garbled words. Thomas released Raymond's shoulder and a bit of relief was met, but not for long. Thomas stood and walked over and grabbed an intimidating looking dildo off the shelf. Raymond's eyes widened. 

"I call this one Sarge," Thomas said while delicately adding four drops of lube to the 11 inch dildo that was as wide as a can of Red Bull. He placed it on Raymond's abs so he could have a good look at it while he slowly stroked up and down. "You need to be taught a lesson on how to give in and Sarge is just the tool for the job."

Thomas reached over and cleaned his hand with a wipe as the dildo plopped forward onto Raymond's chest, the boy's eyes still wide. He went back to his back and pulled out a small canister and gave it a shake. Raymond heard...sand? Thomas saw Raymond trying to figure it out what it was. With the dildo still on Raymond's chest, Thomas opened the canister and then said to Raymond, "If you make me waste any of this, you'll be sorry. Best to be still and hold your breath." Raymond didn't need to be told twice. Thomas gently tipped the can until a fine coating of white dust coated the exposed top surface of the dildo. "Tina dust," he said as he winked at Raymond. 

Raymond registered that more meth was going to be going up his ass just as he was beginning to feel the effects of the shard Thomas had just given him. Thomas carefully lifted the dildo, as he did that Raymond shook his head no. Side to side, eyes pleading. Thomas nodded his head yes, eyes telling the boy that the decision was already made. Raymond frantically looked around, being careful to not disrupt what Thomas was doing. But as he was looking around his eyes fell on the forgotten syringes from earlier and became still. Thomas followed Raymond's eyes and a huge smile came across his face.

"Looks like you need to focus," and he gently placed the dildo back onto Raymond's chest and gave him the same warning as before. He then stood, walked to the shelf and retrieved, what looked like to Raymond, a mess of leather. Thomas then walked to Raymond's head and secured a blindfold over Raymond's eyes.

"This is just the beginning, baby boy," Thomas whispered to him.

All went dark for Raymond. He could hear the music, it was still the dark techno coming from the living room. He knew Thomas was walking around to his left because he felt a finger tracing along his body, but he dared not move and disturb the Tina-coated dildo. He then sense Thomas back between his legs and he felt the dildo being lifted off his chest. He heaved a few deep breaths. The shard was doing its job. Raymond's ass was once again on fire and the blindfold seem to enhance his feelings of horniness and wanting like never before.

Thomas smiled wickedly down at the boy before yelling, "Nelson, you should come in here for this. Bring your phone."

Raymond heard Thomas call for Nelson and was saddened that he wouldn't get to see the stud in all his naked muscled glory. That sadness gave way to pleasure as he felt three fingers enter his tight, hot hold. With his free hand, Thomas kept the boy primed by slowing working his fingers into the boy while he waited for Nelson.

"Is he fucked up?"

"Not nearly enough. Take a look."

Nelson entered the room. Gone was the jock strap, instead he was dressed similar to Thomas: a thick steel cock ring around his rigid dick, a black leather bulldog harness and a black baseball hat.

"What the fuck have you been doing?" Thomas asked.

"Smoking. Calming down. This fucker," he said spitting onto Raymond, "really pissed me the fuck off. Faggot can't listen." He said as he spit again. There was anger in his eyes. "I had to get the fuck out or else I might have really hit him good."

"Hates him," Thomas thought. 

Raymond's ass was on fire but he registered what Nelson said. Through the gag, Raymond mumbled, "I'll be better!" but it was incoherent. Nelson and Thomas both turned to Raymond, "What was that, faggot?" Nelson asked. Raymond slowed down and tried to enunciate. "I'll be better!" 

"One more time, slut." Thomas this time.

"I'LL.....BE.....BET..TER!"

Thomas looked at Nelson, tilted his head as if to say, "Maybe let him try?"

Nelson took a deep breath, and visibly relaxed and walked over to Raymond's head. "You'll be better, is that what you said?"

Raymond vigorously shook his head.

Nelson wrapped both his large hands around Raymond's neck and lifted him about a foot. The relief in his arms felt great but he was scared out of his mind. He couldn't breathe. Nelson's grip was tight. This felt different. 

"One more chance, fucker." And he let go of Raymond and saw the boy's body shudder in pain as his stretched arms took the brunt of catching his falling body. He then turned back to Thomas and smiled, "He might need some G."

[Bareback_austin]

Obsessed was too strong of a word. Ever since that day on campus, Nelson was uniquely intrigued by Raymond. After hearing that Raymond had a nice dick from one of his regular fuck sluts, Nelson began to think about Raymond more and more. Nelson had no problem getting sex, that wasn't the issue. He had trouble finding someone to connect with past the sexcapades. Not just any type of connection, he sought that carnal connection. Of the hundreds of men Nelson had bent over, spread eagle, face up, ass down, only 9 he thought were capable of the connection he sought. In the end, none of them worked out. 

Nelson didn't want to own someone or be some faggot's master. Those types of folks were a dime a dozen, the types to give up so much of themselves because they had this warped sense of fantasy wrapped in horniness. No, Nelson needed a man with a strong will, someone who walked their own path, someone unwilling to conform but also someone willing to be broken in the bedroom. From Nelson's history, this was a fine line to cross. All 9 had given in too easily, gave up when things got seemingly too rough, too mean, too unpredictable. As fucked as it was, Nelson wanted to show these men twisted versions of himself in order to find someone capable of connecting with. Sex was the wild card. If he could be a twisted mother fucker while having muscle sluts impaled on his dick, he could look in their eyes and see the conflict, the rage, the humiliation, the pleasure, the pain, the longing, the stubbornness, the excitement, the potential. He could see all the things he needed to see in order to judge someone worth his time. Nelson called it his fucked up fairly tale where he found his Prince Charming through domination, drugs and lustful deeds.

"Do you want to do the honors?" Thomas asked, handing Nelson the Tina-coated dildo.

Looking down at his sweaty, muscled prize, blindfolded and gagged, restrained and in obvious discomfort, Nelson thought that Raymond might be the one. But he had to put him through his paces first. 

"Fuck yeah, but lower his arms, just a link or two. He needs to focus on this and only this for now."

Thomas sauntered over to Raymond's outstretched arms, licked them from pit to wrist, caressing and squeezing the strained muscles, squeezing his bicep and nonchalantly checking the plumpness of his veins before he unclipped the right restraint, and then the left. A wave of relief washed over Raymond. The fire that was inching its way from his wrists, down his arms, to his shoulders and upper back was doused with coolness of relief. Raymond settled a bit more comfortably in the sling, arms still stretched but with enough slack to be thankful.

"Thank you," Raymond attempted to say. His head rolling slightly, ass as on fire as ever.

"Was that a 'Thank you.'?" Thomas asked. Two slow nods.

"You're welcome, sweet heart. How about we give you a present for all the hard work you've done today?" Thomas quipped, while reaching over the boy's head and grabbing a nipple in each hand. A series of muffled moans came from Raymond.

"Such a hot muscle fag," Thomas whispered into Raymond ear, pinching and squeezing each nipple. Hard then a sudden ease. Hard then a sudden ease. Then 10 pulses of hard pinches. The boy's chest heaved and fell, his ass ached to be filled. Nelson admired Thomas when it came to his ability to take sluts from pain to pleasure in the same moment. As he thought to himself, Nelson realized he did not quite have that same quality. He was often quick to anger. But now was not a time for anger.

With his free hand he found Raymond's hole, inserting two fingers, pumping them in and out watching the boy getting caught up in all the sensations.

"Listen up, slut," Nelson said while removing his fingers and using them to keep the boys ass cheeks slightly spread. "I need you to focus on your ass right now, can you do that for me, kiddo?"

Raymond had never been called 'slut' and 'kiddo' in the same sentence. Nelson had his attention, even if Thomas was doing his best to distract him.

Nelson placed the the tip of the Tina-covered dildo at the entrance to Raymond's cunt and slowly began to push. Slowly, the bulbous head had trouble squeezing into the entrance. But slowly and firmly Nelson pushed. As the first half inch made its way into Raymond's fuck chute, he felt that now familiar burn. It was unpleasant but in combination with everything else going on, he did is best to relax his hole because Sarge had a long way to go.

"Yo, poppers for the fag." Nelson quipped. Thomas released Raymond's nipples and went to his bag. He pulled out a small blue bottle and ripped the cellophane off the lid with his teeth. Before removing the cap, he gave Raymond two swift, hard slaps across the face.

"These are brand new. Show your appreciation," he said before pinching the left nostril shut. "Breathe deep, 4 times." Raymond obeyed. By the fourth breath he was swimming deep somewhere off shore. Thomas released the nostril and then covered the right, "Four more, fag." 

Raymond wasn't as quick to obey and Nelson noticed his hesitation. Whether it was because he couldn't focus or he wasn't sure if he should do more, the boy needed to understand his place in all this. Nelson gave a quick jab and 4 inches of Sarge was thrust into Raymond. His body heaved, his torso raised, his head yanked from side to side.

"Steady the bitch," Nelson directed.

Thomas raised his hand and slapped it down hard onto Raymond's chest and followed through and pushed his torso into the sling.

"FUCK!" Raymond tried to say but it turned into something primal when Nelson began to slowly twist Sarge inside Raymond's cunt. Raymond felt tiny pieces of the Tina dust grind against the inside of his guts. Stretched, slapped and invaded, Raymond's mind was going everywhere.

"Let's try this again," Thomas covered the left nostril. He didn't have to say a word as Raymond immediately took 4 deep hits. He let the boy adjust before covering the right. Again, Raymond immediately took 4 deep hits. Further he went off shore, swimming the the pleasure of the fumes. The invasion of Sarge was a distant roar. Raymond lay his head back and let his body run on instinct. He felt something inside catch fire. It was like a burning log was being dragged deeper inside him like a caveman dragging his club. There was pain but it seemed to have a purpose. 

By now Sarge was almost balls deep into Raymond. Nelson was twisting the dildo all the while firmly pushing it in. The boy was lost at sea. Thomas reached down and removed the gag. Raymond instinctively stretched his jaw and began to mutter.

"Fuck...yeah...fuck...so...full...fuck...me...fuck...me...harder..."

The last word caught both Thomas and Nelson off guard.

"The heart wants what the heart wants," Thomas said and they both laughed stupidly. Thomas bent down and began to make out with Raymond. Even in his fucked up state, he was an excellent kisser. Thomas explored the boy's mouth and had no doubt that he was still intent on heeding Nelson's command by focusing on his ass. Nelson began to slowly drag the silicone dick out of Raymond, centimeter by centimeter. Twisting and turning, making sure every particle was absorbed into the boy's cunt.

Thomas removed his mouth and asked, "Did you say harder?" There was a brief pause then Raymond nodded his head and said, "Yes, sir."

Nelson stood and instructed Thomas to lower the head side of the sling. Understanding his intent, Thomas lowered the sling while Nelson began to slowly pick up the pace. The boy was moaning harder, almost certainly unaware that his head had been lowered. 

Thomas grabbed the side of Raymond's head. "Open up, sweetie," and without much preparation he began to shove his dick into Raymond's waiting mouth. Raymond's hands wrapped around the chains holding him and began to eagerly work Thomas' dick as best he could all while Nelson was picking up the pace. The drugs were doing their job, Nelson was sawing the boy's cunt with the dildo in increasingly swifter motions. The boy's ass was thrusting to meet the motions. Nelson would push in until Sarge was balls deep, twist, turn and then pull out firmly until just the head remained. Again, he would push in, but this time making circular motions, watching as the boy moaned and ached around Thomas' cock. Thomas, meanwhile, gently stroking the kids face, occasionally interrupting the boy's eager cock sucking by spitting into his open mouth and degrading him with harsh words in loving tones.

"Look at you, you fucking faggot whore." 

Spit.

Slap.

"You like getting your cunt wrecked, like a drugged up slut?"

Spit. 

Slap.

Slap. 

"Suck my cock like you mean it or we both stop."

Raymond would then visibly pick up the pace and do his best to get Thomas' dick down his throat as Nelson was now pistoning in out of Raymond in rhythmic motions. Nelson couldn't help but begin to stroke his own mighty member. Whatever happened when the next 24 hours was done with, he was going to enjoy this boy's body and push it to its limits. 

With limits in mind, Nelson again began to make wider circular motions as he thrust the dildo into Raymond. Deeper moans came from the boy. On the third circular thrust, Nelson stopped about halfway in and began to rub his finger where the dildo met Raymond's cunt lips. In half circles, he ran his finger over the top of the dildo and Raymond's entrance from left to right, slowly adding pressure. When the pressure wouldn't give he would go back to the circular thrust in and out of the boy. On his 4th attempt, he was able to slip is middle finger inside the boy next to the dildo. This caused Raymond to have a sharp intake of breath around Thomas' dick.

"Careful dude." Thomas said to both of them, but more out of concern for his own dick than for Raymond's hole.

Nelson gave an apologetic nod, but he couldn't help but get lost in using this boy. Perhaps tonight was just the beginning of a dark and twisted fairy tale. 

[gawker]

Asked and answered; thank you for more chapters . . . and the fun just continues . . . .

[dazzasboy]

Outstanding thanks for all these chapters

[Bareback_austin]

"Sorry man, this hole is just aching to be stretched," Nelson said as he slowly began to move his finger inside the boy with Sarge still firmly lodged. Raymond's back arched, his drugged up mind instinctively doing its best to accommodate not dildo but now Nelson's middle finger.

Still not at the first knuckle, Nelson moved his finger around the dildo while slowly moving it in and out of Raymond. Again Raymond's back arched, but this time Thomas placed both his hands around Raymond's throat has he slid his thick member in and out of his other hold, using both thumbs to apply pressure.

In the brief glimpses he got of Raymond's eyes, he knew the boy was, again, lost in the pleasure and relishing the pain. He began to apply pressure to Raymond's throat with each of his thumbs. As the moments passed he watched the boy's body react. First, he felt the boy swallowing more and fast. Then he saw, to both his left and right, the boy's hands wrap around the chains in an attempt to pull himself off the cock and away from Thomas' grip. Then he saw it in the boys body, slowly thrusting up while still trying to manage the invasion of the dildo and finger.

In and out his cock went, hands still choking off the boy's air supply. He didn't let up right away, he wanted the boy to understand that he didn't have a choice, so he slowly, very slowly released his grip and watched as the boy's body reacted to having air again. Thomas hadn't noticed, but Nelson was looking at him.

"Fuckin' A, dude! That was hot. His hole was clenching tight around the dildo and my finger. Come stretch him out, I think our little slut deserves a reward."

Nelson then abruptly removed 8 inches of Sarge and his finger causing Raymond to gasp around Thomas' cock. Thomas took the opportunity to shove his cock down the boy's open throat, causing the boy, once again to grasp as the chains. Nelson left the room to the sound to Raymond gasping, signaling the onslaught on the boy's throat was temporarily halted. 

"This faggot needs to be more...open," Nelson thought to himself as he walked into his bedroom, his hard cock leading the way. In the back of his closet he found a small vial of mostly clear liquid. After a quick trip to the kitchen he returned to the bedroom, juice cup in hand with a bendy straw added for ease of drinking.

He smiled to himself as he saw Thomas on his haunches, face buried in Raymond's hole while the boy was muttering nonsense. Thomas' well-manicured beard was taking Raymond's senses to a new level. Feeling the soft yet bristly hair rub against the sensitive parts just around his hole, while Thomas' thick, sloppy tongue darted in and out of Raymond was driving the kid wild.

Thomas slowly jacked his thick and rigid cock while he feasted on Raymond's hole. He knew he was driving the kid mad. He knew his beard was amping up the sensations the kid was feeling. He knew the kid was fucked up and, looking up at Nelson, wickedly smiling down on him, holding a cup in his hand, he knew the kid would soon be on another level.

He stood as Nelson knelt down to be face level with Raymond. He grabbed a bandana off the shelf and wiped the sweat off Raymond's face then stoked his head.

"You're such a hot fucking stud, you know that right?" He said to Raymond.

Raymond turned his head and smiled a big goofy smile, eyes wide.

"Drink this, all in one go," Nelson continued as he again stroked the boy's head.

Raymond smiled and took the straw in his mouth and greedily sucked down laced juice, too high and too blissed out to notice or care it tasted off. His eyes were locked onto Nelson and the only thoughts that raced across his mind were related to pleasure, obedience, and sensation. He had never felt this good. He had never been treated this good, even if it cost him his comfort at times. He embraced the sensations these two men were giving him. Now, looking into Nelson's eyes, he was glad the stud was giving him the refreshment his body desperately needed. He vaguely heard the sound of air trying to slurp up the last drops of whatever Nelson gave him before he stopped and saw Nelson stand. He felt Nelson stroke his head a few more times before he heard a command.

"Open up, faggot." 

He looked up and saw that Nelson was now standing above him and he opened his mouth obediently. Nelson spit into his mouth and Raymond dutifully swallowed. Just as he was getting lost in the eyes of the man standing above him, he felt the beginnings of something pushing at his over-sensitized hole. He looked down over his sweat-covered body and saw that Thomas had his hands on the chains next to his legs, lining up his thick cock at his hole.

"Let's hope Sarge opened you up a bit," Thomas said before he slowly and steadily sank into Raymond.

Raymond felt like he was taking a long, deep breath. He felt his hole stretch like it hadn't before while also feeling the heat radiate off Thomas' cock. The boy's eyes widened as the cock seemed to take days to enter him.

"Focus on me," Nelson said.

Raymond immediately looked up and saw a smiling Nelson. The invasive stretching continued  but he was in a daze looking up at Nelson. Still smiling down at the boy, Nelson said, "Fuck this bitch."

Raymond was a bit confused, the words not quite registering or matching up the smile Nelson was giving up, but all his senses were immediately brought back to his hole as Thomas took Nelson's command to heart. His hands moved down to the boy's thighs and the slow and steady sinking-in of his cock into the boy was replaced with a mechanical like pistoning. The boy both screamed and moaned, over and over as Thomas fucked the boy's hole.

There was no love or anything resembling positivity or connection to the scene Nelson was witnessing before him. Raymond's hands found the familiar chains next to his hands, vice-like on the rattling chains. The boy's body was pouring with sweat, his muscles flexing and contorting, struggling at the brutal fucking he was receiving. 

But receiving was too calm and ordinary of a word to what Thomas was doing to the boy. His fingers dug into the boy's meaty thighs, latching on to the sweaty and firm flesh as a way to ensure he wouldn't be going anywhere.

In and out his cock went, feeling the slut's hole convulse around it. The boy's cunt was on fire. Although the music was still steadily beating in the background, all Thomas could he was the boy scream and moan and huff and puff and struggle.

"FUCK...AGRGHHH....FUCK...YES...STOP...PLEASE" Raymond managed to get out. Each wording reacting to the thrusts he was being punished with.

Nelson looked down at his cock, it was stiff and dripping as he took in the sight. For some reason he thought there would be some sort of build up, or preamble to Thomas' fucking. But no, not really. The slow entry gave way to an almost maniacal fucking that was born of anger and aggression. Thomas, nor his cock, would not relent. Steady and hard he continued, sweat dripping and pouring onto the boy, splashing as it would collect on his cock as it smashed into the boy.

The screams and pleading from the boy continued, but the intensity lessened. The moans of pleasure soon began to overtake the pain. Thomas looked down at the faggot beneath him. His hole was like a constricted furnace. The slut's eyes rolled around in his head, his muscles flexed and unflexed. His words pleaded to stop and then asked for more.

Thomas wanted to hurt him. Not the "pretend" hurt, like before where he slapped, smacked, pinched punched and choked. He wanted to hurt him like he hurt Toby 5 years ago. After Toby, Thomas learned what true restraint meant. He learned that he couldn't be the fucker he wanted to be. Maybe that's why he wanted to hurt Raymond like he had done to Toby, they were somewhat similar. Raymond would leave here sore, with maybe a few bruises and marks and wanting more. But Toby wasn't as lucky. Yes, Toby's two broken ribs, two black eyes and cigarette burns healed, but life wasn't quite the same after. Toby hadn't been aware of what he was in for that night when he met Thomas and after Thomas dumped him at the emergency room two days later, he anxiously waited a call or visit from the local police, but neither ever came. He texted and called Toby, wanting to know what he might have said, secretly wanting him to come back for round 2, but the calls and text were never answered. But he knew Toby had talked because Thomas was avoided by every potential fuck slut he attempted to chat with online and at his favorite bar. Thomas believed in consequences so he wasn't mad or upset by it all. He learned a valuable lesson after that: those who wanted to be hurt were not as fun as those who were unwilling. Thomas knew his days of hurting boys like he did to Toby were over and decided to move to a new town and gently push the limits of pain and punishment in his new home.

But oh how he wanted to hurt Raymond. 

[SlampaBay]

More. Please, Sir. 

[Pigboypa]

Fucking hoTT story!!!!

[versmetropig]

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Edited March 27, 2023 by versmetropig

[Pnp-pig]

I wish I were Raymond!