Wesley, the Big Black Bear, and the Bear’s Family

[bottomboyam]

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.

[501andboots]

Great start . Very nice

[PupBoiRapeSlut]

I need Ed to train me as his new pet whiteboi

[bottomboyam]

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. 

[Pnp-pig]

Having only read chapter 1 I am horny and hard as hell! Would like ED to be my MASTER!😈🦯😈🐷🐷

[barebamabear]

This is so fucking hot. I can visualize every bit of this.

please keep it cumming 

[EthanLyles]

I can’t remember the last time I came this hard. Great story telling, my pussy is forever grateful 🥲. 

[Pnp-pig]

Chapter 2 was even hotter!!!  Wes should be a very great full boy to having this new family to teach and play with him 😈🦯🐷

thank you great story

[bottomboyam]

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.”

[Pnp-pig]

Thanks Wes is a very lucky boy!  Have great new daddy and uncles to show him the way!

[bottomboyam]

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. 

 

[PupBoiRapeSlut]

need to get used as their cum and chempiss guzzling whore like this brought to their fav kink bar

[TaKinGDeePanal]

@bottomboyam - perfecT end to a perfecT sTory. BTW, I also love to have my ankles cuffed together as everything that goes up my hole then feels bigger. Even better when it's accompanied by bastinardo.