bottomboyam Posted January 14 Author Report Posted January 14 The Best Chemsex Fuck of Luke’s Life Much later, The General was lying on the floor, Luke’s back, perfectly arched, was framed between his huge thighs, his knees up. Luke’s tongue was buried in the General’s hole, giving the big man incredible pleasure with his excellent, eager tongue worship. The boys perfect little back and ass were marked with new bright handprints and visible belt lines from the various times over the last five hours the General had paused his fucking to belt, spank, or slap Luke, these marks in turn layered over purplish marks from previous beltings and spankings he’d endured over his several days of hard servitude in the dungeons of the brothel. The boy’s hole was loose and open, and occasionally a little cum or lube would dribble out. The General smiled, the little slut was an amazing fuck. And it was clear he had a streak for pain and subjugation and hunger for big black men to dominate him. The General tapped Luke on the head and, after giving the musky asshole a bit more tongue Luke’s face popped up. As the big man settled his knees down Luke did four long sniffs of poppers—try as he might, he still couldn’t quite deepthroat the General without being forced to scream from ball torture or with some poppers—then he began to service the big cock. After he’d tortured the boy, the General had picked him up and tossed him in the sling. He handed the boy a bottle of poppers and then he prepared a lube gun with a 1/2 gram, his own potent chempiss, and a bunch of fisting powder. The boy was already needy, begging for cock, but the General liked to keep his boys out of their minds with lust, so he slid the tube in deep and dropped the 1/2 gram. He tucked dozens of shards into the ladders of his cock and shoved in, spearing the boy’s hole with his thick burning dick. Luke shouted and shouted for about twenty seconds, then the drugs kicked in, his ass opened, and the colon welcomed the General in. The General grinned, “Fuck ya, whore,” then he began to fuck. He fucked the boy for nearly five hours straight, only pausing long enough for a spanking, a belting, or to load yet more shards in the metal on his insatiable cock. He fucked the boy in the sling, then rode his ass around the room, Luke crying out in ecstasy. He’d plowed Luke standing up, his body leaning against the wall, Luke on his side, his legs spread wide while the General pulled out and punched his cock deep in the boys squelching, steaming boycunt at various angles. From time to time he’d reach around and squeeze Luke’s sore balls—the General loved the way it made Luke’s asshole clench—and then he’d let go and pound away. When the General jackknifed Luke’s legs back tight against Luke’s small, lightly-muscled shoulders, pounding the boy with long strokes that gutted the boy’s ass so, so, deep, Luke would gaze at the General brutally-handsome face worshipfully. Luke would strokes the muscles on the Generals shoulders and stroke and squeeze the big man’s biceps, cooing with pleasure at the man’s dominant masculinity. The General would make out with the boy then, forcefully sticking his long tongue deep into Luke’s throat. Luke would wrap his arms around the man’s thick neck and beg him to please never, ever, stop fucking him. The General smiled contently to himself, enjoying the boy’s eager sucking, Luke’s tongue caressing the barbells along the underside of his big fat tool. He reached his giant right hand down and used it to encircle the back of Luke’s head, and he pushed forcefully down, forcing Luke’s mouth to the root of his cock. Luke spluttered and strained, but did not resist, content to feel his role as whore before the big cock he now craved deep in his soul. After a 20 minutes of using the sputtering, slobbery boy’s throat as a human flashlight, the General pulled out. “Is that boywhore pussy hungry?, the General sneered, “Does it need filling?” Luke, fucked up for hours of drugs, smiled, “Yes, sir, please sir, I need you inside me again.” “Rest your ass on your ankles, spread your hands wide, and turn you face up, whore mouth open,” the General ordered. It was a lot of instructions for a drugged up boy, and Luke struggled, getting everything right but his hands, which were balled up. “Open your palms, cunt,” the General said impatiently. When Luke stared blankly the General grunted and used his big hands to force Luke’s hands into position. He then slapped Luke’s face left and right, left and right, until Luke was seeing stars again. “Disobedience,” slap left, slap right, “Results ,” slap left, slap right, “In,” now two bone-jarring slaps left, then right, “Discipline.” And finally, grabbing Luke by his hair, he pulled the boy upright, Luke’s limb’s flailing, he punched the kid hard in the stomach, one, two, three, four, times. He then unceremoniously dropped the boy, Luke’s scrambling and shouting. “Get in the position I ordered immediately, whore,” the General said coldly. Luke complied, his eyes bright with tears, and now he looked at the big man with deep lust as well as renewed fear. The General grinned—such a turn on that fear was!—and ordered, “Open your mouth and take my superior African piss in your white whoremouth. Do not swallow until I say.” Luke immediately opened his mouth, The General stepped forward and placed the front of his feet directly onto Luke’s hands. He shifted his weight forward ever so slowly and Luke looked up with a pleading howl. The General smiled, “Don’t worry, little whore, I won’t break any bones today. But remember, I could and I would.” Luke nodded, gasping out “Yes, sir.” Then the General filled Luke’s mouth until his checks bulged like a chipmunk, the stench of the bright yellow chempiss filling the air. “Keep that in your mouth, boywhore, failure means painful punishment,” he warned darkly, “Now chest low to the ground and ass up. Your master’s going to gift your ass with potent chempiss and then I am going to stretch you like no one else can.” 1 1
bottomboyam Posted Thursday at 06:29 PM Author Report Posted Thursday at 06:29 PM Luke’s First Speedball Fistfuck Luke tried very, very hard to keep the huge mouthful of piss in his mouth. It was rank, and so potent he could feel the chems start to burn through the thin membranes of his mouth, and his desire to be filled began to build. As his master inserted his huge cock, semihard, into Luke, Luke’s hole suckled around the dick, hungry for the fuck. The General laughed, “Hungry pink whore pussy.” The General waited until he felt Luke’s hole gobble and accommodate his cock—probably only 10 inches now—and then when he felt his was deep in the boy, he began to piss. And piss. And piss. When Luke was already showing signs he was starting to fly, moving and bucking and begging, the General pulled out and pissed a huge load into the boys first chamber. The General knew from decades of experience that he’d just given the boy the equivalent of a large, deep, chempiss enema. Enough liquid that the boy’s hole was being stretched as if he’d been giving an extra large, stretching enema. But this enema was warm, and filled with pent up hours of Tina recycled through the big man’s body. He also knew that Luke was fundamentally, at his core, dehydrated—when boys served the General, the only fluids they ever received were from his cock—piss and cum in one hole or the other—and Luke’s hole would desperately try to suck the water up and that within say twenty minutes the hole would be nearly dry. So the General needed to move quickly to make the liquid stretch the boys hole more—and also, he needed the boy to fail in his task of holding the piss in his mouth. The General needed to punish the boy again before stretching that ass to oblivion. And so the General, who never played fair anyway with his slaves, decided to show Luke just how unfair he could be. He walked over to his large duffle and pulled out a relatively innocuous looking toy. It was only about six inches in length, with a series of ribs going up to a small accordion ball, with a series of small rubber nibs. The size was deceptive—at full inflation, the entire toy including the ball at the end was 14 gut-swelling inches. But the part that the General loved the most was the ball at the end. When fully inflated it was a screaming-stretch for any pig, just a little smaller than a volleyball at 21 inches of circumference. He had never brought it to its full size in a man’s second hole, but he had a few times made it that large in an experienced sluts first hole—most recently an older fistpig in a Berlin dungeon. But the beauty of the toy was its outrageous size when fully inflated. And since the General mostly loved to stretch and use holes on younger men, the experience for them was that the General had the ability to stretch and push them indefinitely, that the General could stretch their hole forever. And so the General slipped the ball into Luke’s already full first chamber. The boys body had already absorbed some but not all of the moisture from the piss, as General could hear it slosh around. Then the General started to pump the toy. For quite a while Luke was very into the stretch, moaning and gurgling around his huge mouthful of the General’s piss. After the thing got to be the size of a golf ball, it lodged itself at Luke’s anus, and the General tugged it tight, partially plugging the boys hole. Soon enough Luke’s ass was high in the air, his back arched up trying to accommodate the stretch. Now that he really had the little whore’s attention the General slowed everything down, using languid pushes to pump air slowly into the rubber nibbed ball. When he got the ball to 7 inch’s in circumference, the thing pushing liquid deeper into Luke’s gut while stretching his little ass ring unforgivingly, Luke’s lost control, and piss bubbled out of his lips while he tried to swallow. The General just smiled, “I can’t wait to punish you for that,” and then he pumped two full hard pumps. Now Luke howled, “Fuck, master, please sir, it’s too much.” But the General wasn’t done. He kept slowly inflating the toy, as Luke struggled. Finally the General gave Luke a bottle of poppers. And while this allowed Luke to accommodate the tough stretch, it also meant the General could do even more boypussy stretching. The General stopped by about an inch and half short—at 8.5 inches around—of the huge 10-13 inch diameter Annihilator dildo Luke had begged Jason and Enrique to use. The General wanted to be sure to save some room for a later session—either later that night or another time. Once the General was satisfied that 8.5 was a good size for now, he began to push the big ball into Luke’s second ring. He had no intention of actually doing it without deflating the thing, but he was sure going to enjoy trying. At first Luke clearly felt a little panic—he’d taken larger fists and arms through that hole hours ago, not to mention the General’s monster cock—but the taut little ribbed rubber stretchy ball was a difficult shape. But then he decided—as much as his over-served brain could decide anything—to make the best of it and kept himself high on the poppers. Luke was at this point an extremely hot-looking, hot mess. His body definition was out of this world due to the abuse his body had been put through, and he was drenched in sweat. He was probably the highest he had been yet, his eyes coal black with need and desire. And his ass? His ass was on fire and belonged entirely to the General. The General kept a firm, strong push going on the ball, using the little ribs for purchase, slowly pushing forward with an insistent rhythm. Luke’s inner hole flexed and bowed, but it wouldn’t let the ball in. So then the General started to let tiny amounts of air out, making the ball ever so slowly smaller. Slowly the ball became a size where it could start to slip into the second hole, and so the General slowed down until the ball was just small enough that it popped in. At the penetration Luke jumped a little with a little scream, then he moaned with pleasure, “Oh sir, please, sir, need deep stretch.” The General just smiled his cold smile and gave the ball two pumps. “Make me proud and push that out.” So Luke’s pushed and pushed, sweat dripping from his hair, and then finally he succeeded and the thing came flying out with a shout. The played this game for a while. The General would push the toy in, give a pump or two, then wait patiently while Luke pushed and moaned it out. Then the toy went back in—with no loss of air—the General pushing firmly and insistently while Luke puffed on his poppers, shouting again as the ball went in. Finally, it got to the point where, even after 15 minutes of trying, the ball wouldn’t come out. So the General began to pump. As he pumped Luke started a kind of low, almost song like groan, as he started to get desperate the General paused, scooped a big bump of Tina up and put it into his upper palm and closed his hand into the first fisting shape, the bird. The big bird went flying into Luke’s hole straight through to the inner passage where he slowly pushed the ball a little deeper. Luke was totally rigid now as the big man plastered Tina on the back side of the ball and then dumped the rest into Luke’s hole. Luke gave a little cry at the burn, then as the General folded his hand and pulled out, Luke gave a small scream as his hole connected with the bigger pile on the back of the ball. The new, extra dose of Tina made Luke forget, again, his need for self-preservation and so the General pumped, slowly, some more. After a few pumps he reached around and felt the bulge of the rubber ball through in Luke’s fat-free abs. It was probably an inch smaller than it had been in Luke’s outer hole—a good place to leave it. But Luke’s hole didn’t want to leave it, and soon his colon was insulating, pushing the toy ever so slightly back and forth. So the General pumped again, going and going until finally it was too much, and Luke was rigid and panting. “Who owns that hole?” the General demanded. “You do, sir, it’s all yours sir,” Luke managed, voice ragged with pain. And so the General gave two more pumps until Luke began a low keening, and the General left it in place and went to gather a whip and some more supplies to punish and fist the boys hole. The General gathered his heavily-laced fisting lube, another pair of tit clamps, and a small box which contained the crushed remains of several opium suppositories. Holding this all in one giant hand, he grabbed his single-tail whip with the other. As he strode over he grinned—fuck this whore made him happy—because Luke had clearly gotten used to and started loving the stretch. He was still dripping sweat and moaning, but now with pleasure as he undulated his ass and torso around the big ball. Deciding the boy could use the hydration, the General gently lifted Like by his shoulder until his ass rested on his ankles. The big ball shifted down, putting pressure on his colon, and Luke panted. The General paused, fascinated to watch the bulge descend down Luke’s abs until it must have lodged again his second hole. The General lifted Luke’s now jet-black eyes to his own, “You thirsty, pigwhore?” Luke paused, as if thinking about something other than the fiery need in his ass was somehow novel, and said, “Yes, sir.” “Drink me, then, drink from the lord of your body,” the General commanded. And so Luke guzzled the foul chempiss to quench his thirst. After that, they played the push the ball out game for about one half hours with Like struggling fruitlessly to expel the big ball. And then the ball got small enough that it didn’t expel all the way, but instead got lodged right in the middle of Luke’s second ring. Seeing this has a sign from the universe, the General then proceeded to very determinedly stretch that second ring. It only took a few pumps for the toy to start to really stretch the boys deep ring. Luke huffed and puffed on his poppers and did pretty well at first. But as intended, he soon began to suffer. He had his chest pressed flat against the floor, his ass reared up, and he would grown and moan as he tried to take the pain. Luke begged, “Please, sir, give me a minute to get used to it, please sir.” So the General complied. Giving Luke exactly one minute and Luke would groan and then the Tina would kick in and he would indeed relax. Then the second the minute ended, the General would give two big quick pumps and start again. The General did this over and over until the toy was just about the size of the annihilator’s head—he’d slipped his hand inside the boys hole and felt the thing— and then he stopped. Luke was groaning continuously and shaking like a leaf, so great was the shock of the stretch. The General stroked his big cock and watched one of his favorite sights in the world, an already-destroyed twink being pushed to their limits, as Luke’s face cycled through feelings of pain, then shock as some part of him registered the giant ball, then lust as the Tina made him crave it more, then shame that he could continue to desire his own destruction. The General then prepared Luke’s first speedball as he combined a several big scoops of the crushed opium and a big pile of Tina. He then walked his box of opium over to his bag and dropped it in. He knew to only give a boy a dose once, because the opium stayed in his system longer, so it couldn’t be microdosed or given multiple times in a way that would work. He then divided the two doses up, and then mixed quite a bit more Tina with one pile. He scooped up the first, more balanced opium-Tina pile, slid it in his palm and closed his fist around it. “I am about to fuck you up, boy,” the General said, as he slid his balled fist into the boys second chamber. He opened his hand and began pressuring the combined drug mixture against the boys cunt walls. Delivery into the bloodstream through the thin flesh was quick, and burning, and Luke whimpered. Then he felt the strange high of the combination and his hole loosened and so the General stretched his inner hole steadily. By the time the boy was rigid again—the relaxant could only do so much—the toy was approaching the 13 inch’s around of the anihilators shaft. The boy was gone, riding imaginary clouds of bliss from the opium while the Tina kept a steady beat, demanding that his hole be used. The General kept him here for a couple of minutes then quickly deflated the toy and pulled it out. He got Luke up on his hands and knees, ass raised, and whispered, “Punishment time.” Luke nodded, gone to the world. The General stood to the side and lashed a perfect single strait welt across the middle of Luke’s ass. Luke cried out, “Fuuuuuck,” and his body levitated up and then down and he collapsed. The General reached down and grabbed Luke by the hair and put him in position on his hands and knees, back arched to present his ass and head up to increase the line of his back. “Now that I’ve got your attention, this is your position. You will get out of position because this single-tail hurts like a motherfucker but you will try to stay in position. If you collapse again or don’t immediately return to position, that’s an extra lash. I am pleased you’ve already earned one extra lash.” Luke kept his position but groaned. And so Luke got three more stripes on his ass, then two to form an ‘x’ on his back. Each time he shouted or keened, but then the drugs would kick in and he’d moan and get himself ready for more. When the General stood at each of Luke’s sides, and delivered a lash from the right and then another from the left that started in the middle of his back and then reached around and struck his abdomen, Luke screamed and cried, almost completely loosing it before regaining control. After delivering two final, full arm strength burning welts to Luke’s ass the General tossed aside his whip. He quickly dumped the rest of the snow ball—this one with twice the meth of the first dose—into a lube tube and filled it with fresh chempiss and fisting powder. The General pushed Luke’s head down, “Chest flat to ground, ass up and cheeks open, make your back a straight line.” Luke complied, holding his asscheeks wide. His hole was like a living thing, winking and flexing. “Hungry boywhore,” the General said, sliding the tube into the boy. He kept sliding and Luke was so high he didn’t even notice how deep it was. Once the hose was buried, the General quickly dumped the entire huge load of Tina and opium in the boys ass. The burn was the most intense Luke had felt, and he started yelling. The General slid the tube out, balled up his fist and gently slipped it inside the boy. Then in a show of raw animal strength he grabbed Luke by the throat and in one motion picked the boy up by the fist speared in his ass and by his throat. He held the boy up by his throat and spun him to face him. The boy was scrambling, trying to hold on and he grabbed the General’s huge shoulders. Overwhelmed by sensations, Luke’s eyes were wide, as he slid down until the big fist was at his second door. The General reached forward and wrapped his big hand around the boy’s much smaller throat and he squeezed, cutting of Luke’s air supply. Luke panicked and his arms went to his throat, his eyes begging the General, and as he did so the new dose of opium and Tina kicked fully in and his second hole opened and the big fist went into the hole in little fits and starts. When the fist was lodged fully into that second ring, stretching at the widest part across the huge knuckles, the General released his death grip, and grabbed Luke by the top of his hair and held him in place. Luke was swimming in sensations, lust and euphoria from what was essentially a Tina slam deep in his guts, relaxation and yet more euphoria from the opium, and all of these were overriding any pain message he body should have been sending. Luke was aware of the stretch, but his body only told him that he needed more. The General walked him the few steps over and gently put him into the sling, fist still lodged at its widest point in the second hole. The whole process of huge drug dose to massive penetration took mere seconds, but in those seconds the General altered the sexual wiring of little Luke. Luke looked at him with total adoration, fueled yes by the drugs, but also for the way the General represented the apex of the masochistic desires the men had been bringing out over several days. The General handed the boy poppers and began to fist. He worked slowly and methodically, leaving his big balled fist in the middle of the boys second hole, as he slowly and gently began twisting and turning the boys inner ring. He wanted to make sure Luke could stilll register pain so he slowly expanded the shape of his hand. Luke grunted, “Fucking big fist.” Good the General thought, the dosage was perfect. Enough to allow the General to do outrageous things to the boys hole but not sure much that he couldn’t see feedback from the boy and prevent permanent damage. The General was gentle, and first he worked the boys hole from the first ring to the second ring. After about half an hour, the boy was loose enough that he could begin punching fucking the boy gently. He slowly sped up as the hole loosened, churning the boys guts by twisting and turning as he went in and out, until after about another 1/2 hour he was delivering five short brutal closed fist punches followed by four slightly deeper ones knocking on the boys second ring. Luke was enthusiastic about it all, emitting a kind of sing song keening moan of pleasure. The General was careful to only occasionally allow his fist to tease the boys second hole. Soon, though, the fire the General had banked deep inside the boy began to blaze and Luke became dissatisfied with the relatively shallow fisting and began to beg, “Deeper, please master, fist me deeper,” desperation growing in his voice as the General ignored him. Finally, when Luke’s second hole began to push back and Luke kept trying to capture the big fist, the General smoothly pushed his balled fist inside the boys second ring. Luke sighed and groaned, despite his desires it was still a big stretch. The General then set up to systematically destroy the boy’s inner ring just as he had his first hole. 1 6
TaKinGDeePanal Posted Friday at 02:50 AM Report Posted Friday at 02:50 AM I'll have to admit, @bottomboyam, that I almost gave up on this story a chapter or so ago because of the excessive violence - but this last chapter has me hard yet again! 1 1
Pnp-pig Posted Friday at 01:19 PM Report Posted Friday at 01:19 PM This last chapter is sooooo fucked up, in great way! I have two loads splash across my chest! I am at loss for words thanks @bottomboyam 1
Erik62 Posted Friday at 02:48 PM Report Posted Friday at 02:48 PM (edited) Although I "subjected" myself to a couple of speed & coke fuelled nights at (Club 80, Melbourne 🇦🇺 ) after having my nipples & PA piercings (done at same time), I don't think my masochism goes to these lengths. I would however be first in line for an experienced Top to take me on his Chem fuelled heavy fuck & fisting cunt wrecking adventures. Would love to feel toys & fist punching through my second ring. Can't wait for the next chapter to find out where the General takes Luke & my fantasies take me. Edited Friday at 02:51 PM by Erik62 1
bottomboyam Posted Friday at 06:07 PM Author Report Posted Friday at 06:07 PM By the third hour, the General could easily closed-fist punchfuck Luke from his anus through the second ring. He kept at this for quite a while, the General in a zone, having allowed himself a lot more Tina, and the boy eager to submit, opening his legs wide in the sling. But try as he might, the General wasn’t making a lot of progress in increasing the depth of the fuck. So the General decided the only solution was to fuck Luke up even more. Reluctantly leaving the boys hole, he filled a lube tube with 1/2 a gram and tipped two ecstasy capsules in. Filling this with his chempiss, he opted to not add in fisting powder on the idea that this might hamper full absorption. He then found an extra long hose and affixed it to the lube pump. He then slid the long flexible tube in pushing and pushing until it was all in. From time to time he’d release a tiny amount of the lube to smooth the passage, but even after Luke started showing signs it was hurting, the General kept up his slow gentle pressure until the tube and about 1/2 of the pump were buried in Luke’s hole. Luke was groaning loudly, making little starts, alternating between pain and lust. The General stood at his head, “Drink, boy,” and he slid his big cockhead in the boys mouth and slowly fed him piss. Drinking the big man’s piss brought out the little submissive pig in Luke, and by the time the General was done feeing him mouthful after rank mouthful, Luke ass was arched up in the sling, ready for more. The General waited until the whore had completely cleaned his cock, the smaller young mans’s tongue lapping at his piss slit like a kitten after milk, and then he went to the boys hole. The General greased up his arm from fingertip to shoulder with strongly laced lube. He then pushed hard on the pump, releasing all the chempiss and ecstacy and Tina deep, deep, inside Luke’s little cunt in one huge rush. Luke screamed at the intense burn deep where nothing had touched since the several days that Enrique and Jason had possessed his hole completely. As the General intended, within seconds, Luke felt an aching need deep inside his boy pussy. He wasn’t able to speak, but he was trying to hump the lube pump. The General quickly removed the tube and squared his fist and went into the boy hard, pushing through the boys first and second rings until he encountered resistance. The General pushed again, making Luke’s cry out, and the General paused, and then very slowly began a very light, pounding fuck. The boys hole was flaming hot, fluttering around his big fist, and with every light pound—to Luke it felt someone was fucking him with a log of wood—the General would push a little deeper. Luke’s body was utterly confused. The General was at the beginning of his bicep already, and the stretch was intense and somewhat painful, but Luke craved it more. One second he’d give a little cry as the General took another millimeter of his hole, then he’s spread his legs and welcome the fist. His headspace was just as it was when he’d begged Jason and Enrique to punish his hole with the huge toy. “Fuck me, master,” Luke cried out, his soft cock dribbling precum, “Take me deep.” The General grinned, put his big fist in the bird shape, and dove in. He pushed until Luke was tense with pain, his legs extended straight he pulled his hand all the way. Luke was panting, his body writhing, but within seconds his hole felt empty. “Please, master, I need you deep in me.” The General grinned, scooped a tiny pile of Tina into his palm and closed his fingers around it. He went smoothly in until he was at that same depth. Luke wasn’t as rigid as he’d been, so the General pushed until it was clearly an inch beyond Luke’s limits. He then dropped the pille and began to fist fuck the little whore’s deepest regions. His hand stayed in the bird shape and he took more of the boys depth, Luke’s hotel hole stretched around the General’s massive bicep. Luke thrilled at this,loving how the hole Luke’s wanted destroyed deep gave his pig boy anus a wide stretch. The General lit another bowl—time to give the boy the benefit of his hyped up sexual aggression—when he smoked that he pulled out slightly and then began to pound the boy at those depths with his massive clenched fist. Luke struggled and cried out, but soon the drugs and his submissive nature ran out. The General was his master now, all the pain he’d endured to please the big gorgeous black man, the thrill of his fucking, the remembered pain in his balls and body, broke Luke and remade him. He wise nothing but a receptacle for whatever the man wanted. Luke opened his legs wide, “Take my boypussy, sir, fucking hurt me, fuck me,” Luke cried. The General just smiled his cold smile, “Music to my ears, little whore” he said darkly. He folded his hand and started fucking the boy deeper. He used his free hand to scoop a massive pile of Tina into that general paused the deep fucked and pulled out slightly, so that his massive bicep no longer stretched the boy quite so tightly. The General drove his hand in, doubling the boy with no warning, but stopping he minute his palm was inside. He then quickly swept his hand open and slapped the massive pile of Tina onto the lube covering his forearm. He pulled his palm out and then the arm went in deep. The turned burned a streak up into Luke’s second hole and he screamed, then seconds later his hole began to assgasm around the general’s bicep. The General barely registered this, and he just concentrated on pushing deeper into the boy’s hole. The General went extremely slowly— their would be pleat of time to punch the boy deep later—but he was relentless. His folded hand kept a steady, slight beat going. Soon the General was in past his bicep. The kids hole felt fantastic, warm and living. The sense of power it gave the General was such a high, he was in total control of the little whore. Luke kept up a low keening moan, but his legs stayed relaxed and open. The General smoked another bowl—when he gave the boy another load of chempiss it was going to burn—and then he kept pushing. He wasn’t rough but he wasn’t gentle either. He’d paid to use a whore and he was going to use a whore. The General slowed down again, getting the last bit for the first time required a deft touch if you didn’t want to put someone in the hospital. And the General wanted to use this little blonde slut for many hours—and years—to come. While Luke couldn’t form a coherent though, he was starting to understand what a giant of a man the General was. The ecstasy was in full force, and the Tina told Luke he needed to the big man to fill him. But the General was so, so deep, deeper than any fist had been before. Luke struggled and moaned, but he tried hard to submit. Luke wasnt really thinking, but somewhere in his hindbrain he had the sense that if he that if he didn’t try to give his hole up the General would find a way to take his entire colon anyway. And so over about fourty-five minutes the giant black man’s arm drove deeper and deeper into the hot depths of the blonde twinks stretched-out hole. The General wasn’t satisfied until his nearly hairless armpit was buried in the sluts hole. And then he began to work and work and he deep fisted the boy for three hours straight, going harder and harder. The boy thrilled to be so open for the godlike stud, and he rode the big man’s arm with gusto. From time to time the General would dump another pile of Tina onto his arm and slam it deep in the boy while he smoked his own pipe. Finally he pulled out until just his fist was inside the boy and slid his massive cock in, semihard as always. He filled the boy with chempiss then began fisting again in earnest. His big bicep kept all the piss in as Luke’s body soaked up moisture and drugs in equal measure. Both men went completely mad after that, and the General would deep fist the hole, pulling out and driving in to his armpit, over and over, then he’d pull out and attack first the boys inner hole then punch and punch the boys sloppy outer hole. Luke experienced rolling assgasm, the General relentlessly punching him throughout them, drawing the boys inner hole closer and closer into an addictive sexual relationship with himself. The General knew that, after he’d used the boy a few more times, the boy would only be able to orgasm through his little boy balls only by fantasizing about the General controlling him. He’d done it hundreds of times and looked forward to doing it again. And so he got back to the work at hand: destroying the boy cunt laid out before him. 1 3
Erik62 Posted Saturday at 02:47 AM Report Posted Saturday at 02:47 AM 8 hours ago, bottomboyam said: By the third hour, the General could easily closed-fist punchfuck Luke from his anus through the second ring. He kept at this for quite a while, the General in a zone, having allowed himself a lot more Tina, and the boy eager to submit, opening his legs wide in the sling. But try as he might, the General wasn’t making a lot of progress in increasing the depth of the fuck. So the General decided the only solution was to fuck Luke up even more. Reluctantly leaving the boys hole, he filled a lube tube with 1/2 a gram and tipped two ecstasy capsules in. Filling this with his chempiss, he opted to not add in fisting powder on the idea that this might hamper full absorption. He then found an extra long hose and affixed it to the lube pump. He then slid the long flexible tube in pushing and pushing until it was all in. From time to time he’d release a tiny amount of the lube to smooth the passage, but even after Luke started showing signs it was hurting, the General kept up his slow gentle pressure until the tube and about 1/2 of the pump were buried in Luke’s hole. Luke was groaning loudly, making little starts, alternating between pain and lust. The General stood at his head, “Drink, boy,” and he slid his big cockhead in the boys mouth and slowly fed him piss. Drinking the big man’s piss brought out the little submissive pig in Luke, and by the time the General was done feeing him mouthful after rank mouthful, Luke ass was arched up in the sling, ready for more. The General waited until the whore had completely cleaned his cock, the smaller young mans’s tongue lapping at his piss slit like a kitten after milk, and then he went to the boys hole. The General greased up his arm from fingertip to shoulder with strongly laced lube. He then pushed hard on the pump, releasing all the chempiss and ecstacy and Tina deep, deep, inside Luke’s little cunt in one huge rush. Luke screamed at the intense burn deep where nothing had touched since the several days that Enrique and Jason had possessed his hole completely. As the General intended, within seconds, Luke felt an aching need deep inside his boy pussy. He wasn’t able to speak, but he was trying to hump the lube pump. The General quickly removed the tube and squared his fist and went into the boy hard, pushing through the boys first and second rings until he encountered resistance. The General pushed again, making Luke’s cry out, and the General paused, and then very slowly began a very light, pounding fuck. The boys hole was flaming hot, fluttering around his big fist, and with every light pound—to Luke it felt someone was fucking him with a log of wood—the General would push a little deeper. Luke’s body was utterly confused. The General was at the beginning of his bicep already, and the stretch was intense and somewhat painful, but Luke craved it more. One second he’d give a little cry as the General took another millimeter of his hole, then he’s spread his legs and welcome the fist. His headspace was just as it was when he’d begged Jason and Enrique to punish his hole with the huge toy. “Fuck me, master,” Luke cried out, his soft cock dribbling precum, “Take me deep.” The General grinned, put his big fist in the bird shape, and dove in. He pushed until Luke was tense with pain, his legs extended straight he pulled his hand all the way. Luke was panting, his body writhing, but within seconds his hole felt empty. “Please, master, I need you deep in me.” The General grinned, scooped a tiny pile of Tina into his palm and closed his fingers around it. He went smoothly in until he was at that same depth. Luke wasn’t as rigid as he’d been, so the General pushed until it was clearly an inch beyond Luke’s limits. He then dropped the pille and began to fist fuck the little whore’s deepest regions. His hand stayed in the bird shape and he took more of the boys depth, Luke’s hotel hole stretched around the General’s massive bicep. Luke thrilled at this,loving how the hole Luke’s wanted destroyed deep gave his pig boy anus a wide stretch. The General lit another bowl—time to give the boy the benefit of his hyped up sexual aggression—when he smoked that he pulled out slightly and then began to pound the boy at those depths with his massive clenched fist. Luke struggled and cried out, but soon the drugs and his submissive nature ran out. The General was his master now, all the pain he’d endured to please the big gorgeous black man, the thrill of his fucking, the remembered pain in his balls and body, broke Luke and remade him. He wise nothing but a receptacle for whatever the man wanted. Luke opened his legs wide, “Take my boypussy, sir, fucking hurt me, fuck me,” Luke cried. The General just smiled his cold smile, “Music to my ears, little whore” he said darkly. He folded his hand and started fucking the boy deeper. He used his free hand to scoop a massive pile of Tina into that general paused the deep fucked and pulled out slightly, so that his massive bicep no longer stretched the boy quite so tightly. The General drove his hand in, doubling the boy with no warning, but stopping he minute his palm was inside. He then quickly swept his hand open and slapped the massive pile of Tina onto the lube covering his forearm. He pulled his palm out and then the arm went in deep. The turned burned a streak up into Luke’s second hole and he screamed, then seconds later his hole began to assgasm around the general’s bicep. The General barely registered this, and he just concentrated on pushing deeper into the boy’s hole. The General went extremely slowly— their would be pleat of time to punch the boy deep later—but he was relentless. His folded hand kept a steady, slight beat going. Soon the General was in past his bicep. The kids hole felt fantastic, warm and living. The sense of power it gave the General was such a high, he was in total control of the little whore. Luke kept up a low keening moan, but his legs stayed relaxed and open. The General smoked another bowl—when he gave the boy another load of chempiss it was going to burn—and then he kept pushing. He wasn’t rough but he wasn’t gentle either. He’d paid to use a whore and he was going to use a whore. The General slowed down again, getting the last bit for the first time required a deft touch if you didn’t want to put someone in the hospital. And the General wanted to use this little blonde slut for many hours—and years—to come. While Luke couldn’t form a coherent though, he was starting to understand what a giant of a man the General was. The ecstasy was in full force, and the Tina told Luke he needed to the big man to fill him. But the General was so, so deep, deeper than any fist had been before. Luke struggled and moaned, but he tried hard to submit. Luke wasnt really thinking, but somewhere in his hindbrain he had the sense that if he that if he didn’t try to give his hole up the General would find a way to take his entire colon anyway. And so over about fourty-five minutes the giant black man’s arm drove deeper and deeper into the hot depths of the blonde twinks stretched-out hole. The General wasn’t satisfied until his nearly hairless armpit was buried in the sluts hole. And then he began to work and work and he deep fisted the boy for three hours straight, going harder and harder. The boy thrilled to be so open for the godlike stud, and he rode the big man’s arm with gusto. From time to time the General would dump another pile of Tina onto his arm and slam it deep in the boy while he smoked his own pipe. Finally he pulled out until just his fist was inside the boy and slid his massive cock in, semihard as always. He filled the boy with chempiss then began fisting again in earnest. His big bicep kept all the piss in as Luke’s body soaked up moisture and drugs in equal measure. Both men went completely mad after that, and the General would deep fist the hole, pulling out and driving in to his armpit, over and over, then he’d pull out and attack first the boys inner hole then punch and punch the boys sloppy outer hole. Luke experienced rolling assgasm, the General relentlessly punching him throughout them, drawing the boys inner hole closer and closer into an addictive sexual relationship with himself. The General knew that, after he’d used the boy a few more times, the boy would only be able to orgasm through his little boy balls only by fantasizing about the General controlling him. He’d done it hundreds of times and looked forward to doing it again. And so he got back to the work at hand: destroying the boy cunt laid out before him. Fuck yeah💪, my cunt has been throbbing, since Chapter 1 but, now I am becoming an even hungrier, dirty slut with the knowledge that somewhere out there, there is a Top who is capable of possessing & using my cunt ♨️ in just this manner. 1
bottomboyam Posted Saturday at 11:40 AM Author Report Posted Saturday at 11:40 AM 8 hours ago, Erik62 said: Fuck yeah💪, my cunt has been throbbing, since Chapter 1 but, now I am becoming an even hungrier, dirty slut with the knowledge that somewhere out there, there is a Top who is capable of possessing & using my cunt ♨️ in just this manner. Was the point of the rough opening scene with the General clear? The idea was that the General needs to show his total control over a subs body first, then when he starts the fuckin’ and fistin’ and druggin’ they are his completely.
Pnp-pig Posted Saturday at 12:51 PM Report Posted Saturday at 12:51 PM Fuck I wanna be Luke! Being fisted that deep and flying in pig heaven at the same time is my darkest fantasy. Thank you for bringing my darkest fantasy to life @bottomboyam
bottomboyam Posted Saturday at 12:54 PM Author Report Posted Saturday at 12:54 PM Doing a quick second post to give you a sense of the next chapter in Luke’s developing life in the Brothel and his addiction to the General. I won’t be posting for several weeks due to a trip. Luke’s Total Service Luke’s mouth was roots-deep on a giant black cock. His hands were cuffed tightly behind his back. His jaw and shoulders ached from the strain of hours of sexual service. None of these things was unusual, as Luke spent many many hours each week serving giant cocks and being bound. But what was unusual was the totality of his subservience. A couple of months ago, he’d been called out to serve a client in a large penthouse apartment in a downtown skyscraper. He’d been stunned to discovered that his client was the General, his little cock hard as a rock the minute he saw the object of his sexual addiction. The General had always used him in one of the basement dungeons, with all the cruel tools of his sexual torture and sadism at the ready. The General had Luke kneel and he’d cuffed his hands tightly behind his back. He’d then slid a big tube up Luke’s hole and given him what felt like a massive dose. He’d then put a tight mask over Luke’s face, leaving only his mouth and nose exposed. Luke had taken the massive, semi-hard cock down his throat, and then he felt a large flexible band go around the back of his head, binding his mouth to the general’s crotch, his nose buried the big man’s musky, trimmed pubes. And the General had worn Luke’s mouth like some crazy human flashlight for most of the next three days, Luke’s throat involuntarily sucking and spasming, the big head lodged deep in his gullet. When the General moved, Luke moved, walking awkwardly bent over. When the General needed to piss, he’d pause and piss and Luke would drink. Sometimes, Luke would feel the tails of a dresshirt draped over his face, as he knelt on the floor between the General’s huge spread thighs and Luke would suckle and service the big cock while the General held video business meetings. When the General showered, Luke’s showered too, the soap and shampoo getting in his nose and running down his face. When the General needed to take a shit, Luke would stay in position, his throat drinking the man’s piss and his nostrils filling with foul smells. Luke often cried during those times, feeling his abject slavery to the man. At night, he slept between the man’s legs, trying to sleep, occasionally being awakened by a throat full of strong night piss. The first day of this had been hell, as he’d gagged and retched around the cock, until he’d just accepted the cock as a fact of life, and then his throat settled into a steady involuntary sucking. The General’s sexual appetites were unquenchable, and his cock stayed semihard for hours. When the huge Nigerian muscle god wanted more active service, he’d slide a big bump of Tina up Luke’s hole, spank Luke’s ass hard with his giant hand three times, then the General would loosen the belt that held Luke’s head and give him enough play to suck the man from tip to base. In the mornings—Luke supposed is was morning, as he’d not seen anything in the days since the mask went on—the General would wake up and Luke would drink his piss. Then the General would undo the strap and position Luke on his hands and knees on the bed. He’d shove a lube tube deep inside Luke and dropped a 1/2 gram, and then the General would settle in for a long rough fuck. After the General had dropped a couple of loads, Luke would be reattached to the cock he served and spend the day on his knees, awkwardly walking when the General paced while on the phone, or sitting while the man worked. Luke was grateful when the hold was loosened and he provided an active blow job—when the man got hard without loosening the belt, the huge cock would completely fill his mouth and throat and cut off his air. Luke had learned to breath through his nose, but he still passed out from time to time, as the big cock suffocated him. The experience was exhausting, his entire world reduced for hours on end to one man’s enormous, insatiable cock. His sense of smell was dominated by the man’s musk, and most of the breath he drew was through the big man’s pubes or the skin around the massive shaft. His tongue was overpowered by the taste of the General, his piss, his sweat, the constant stream of precum, and the man’s massive loads of semen. Luke looked forward to his morning fuck, and his nightly fuck, and the hard, hot fisting that usually followed. When he had time to think, days after one of these sessions would end, Like figured that he spent between sixteen and twenty hours of each day affixed to the man’s cock. And so those moments when he could fully breath, his ass on fire from the giant portions of Tina the man dropped there, he reveled in the man’s fisting, always too much, too hard, too deep, and too fast. The affect of the General’s cruel treatment was that Luke became even more marked, more addicted to the man’s cock, and that the only freedom he was afforded was to pleasure the big man’s cock with his mouth or hole, and Luke began to revel in the man’s cruelty, to beg him to go deeper, harder and faster. After these sessions with the General, it would take Luke days and days to recover, to smell anything or taste anything other than the lingering masculine musk of the giant-dicked black god. When he was with the General, Luke was never given any food or water, his body drawing moisture only from the sweat, precum, cum and piss produced by the huge cock he served. And so for days afterwards those tastes dominated his senses. He entire body ached, and his neck and shoulders and back spasmed and seized. Karzinsky soon assigned Luke a personal trainer who was a certified physical therapist. Luke had always just kept to a rigorous workout plan as assigned, working out in the gym at his designated time. But the trainer, Jerry, a big muscled and tatted Australian, made him perform hours of PT on his neck, back, and shoulders and then started him on a rigorous program focused on definition. Luke’s great, natural diving body acquired a new focus, his pecs popped like small apples, every muscle of his torso and ass defined. All the men—from twins to muscle bottoms to the five or so muscle tops—who were assigned a trainer were expected to provide sexual service on demand. There was a special, smaller gym for these men, and Luke was glad he wasn’t one of the muscle tops. To keep them in line Karzinski and his men constantly humiliated the big muscled men, making them wear lacy thongs and occasionally being fisted in the gym surrounded by the others. Luke got off relatively easy, simply drinking Jerry’s piss in the gym when he offered it. Jerry preffered to fuck him in the privacy of one of the brothel’s many service rooms. Jerry also liked to edge Luke, subjecting Luke to an exhausting workout, then he’d tie the little blonde up and edge and edge him until Luke was in tears. Luke discovered, though that as hot as Jerry was, if Luke wanted to come he had to fantasize about the General—his fist shoulder deep, his cock to the root in his mouth, or the musty smell of his ass when Luke would service him. After Jerry would finally give Luke release, he’d leave Luke tied up and bend his legs back and plunge his thick uncut tool into Luke’s hole and bang him for an hour or more. By the time Luke was done with his workout and the after-gym edging and fucking party, he barely had the energy to eat his now precisely-monitored diet of lean proteins, precise carbs, and vegetables. And so here Luke was, on his knees smelling the sexually-charged musk of his own, personal, giant Nigerian muscle man. Luke felt the man loosen the belt holding him and got excited, his boycock suddenly hard despite the Tina and Ecstacy coursing in his veins. He felt the General huge hand on his jaw, forcing it wider while he other hand pressed firmly on the back of his head, and the General forced him down to the root of his cock, and then further, slipping both of his huge balls inside Luke throat, the big cockhead going further into Luke’s gullet, and then the belt was tightened and Luke’s throat held the entirety of the man’s shaft and his balls. Luke had a really hard time of it, it was like the first day all over again, and for several hours he gagged and sputtered, his jaw in agony from the even wider stretch. And then something strange happened. Luke felt a hand other than the General’s on his ass. Luke knew that cleaning staff entered the room everyday. The General would put on one of his traditional robes and sit at his desk and hide the naked, bound twink between his legs. This always excited the General, and his cock would swell and gag Luke, until the constantly milking action of Luke’s stuffed throat caused the man to explode down his throat, his moans muffled by the noise of the electric vacuum. But today Luke felt an unknown man pull apart his asschecks, and a broad finger stretch his hole. The man quickly threaded a lube tube deep inside and delivered a massive dose. As Luke howled around his big cock as the General got hard as a rock. Luke then felt the burning flame of a big, Tina-covered cock spear his hole in one big push. Once the Tina burn had abated, Luke enthuastically serviced the General while enjoying an expert deep fuck by the other man. The cock was actually thicker than the Generals, which Luke hadn’t thought possible—and it was quite long, but not as long as the Generals giant tool. But the key thing was the man was an excellent cocksman. He had rhythms and cadences to his fucking—short fucks to enjoy the feeling of destroying Luke’s second hole, then a long series of total penetration, pulling out and ramming in to the hilt. He moved his cock around constantly, stretching and battering Luke’s insides from all angles. The end result was that as Luke’s insides got looser, the big tool went thrillingly deeper and deeper. After both men and given Luke two loads—the General deep in Luke’s gullet and the mystery man’s huge loads deep in his guts—the mystery man filled Luke’s hole with warm potent chempiss which set Luke tingling again. The General undid his headpiece and Luke came off the big cock, spluttering saliva and other stomach juices, trying to work some of the pain from his over stretched jaw. Then Luke felt the General’s cock slide in and deliver his load of piss up Luke’s hole followed by a big plug. There was a heated discussion between the General and the other man, muffled by the all-encompassing mask. And then he felt strong fingers slide the mask off and Luke blinked, the dim light in the room was too much. The General turned Luke’s head to see the new man. He was a gorgeous young black African, not as tall as the General but still 6’5” or so. He was broad and rectangular, wide chest, flat stomach, and his big 10 inch cock hung in the light, dripping precum. His physique was excellent, but it was that of a naturally stout man, and it was as if his rippling muscles had a padded quality to them. Luke though he was one of the hottest men he’d ever seen. The General spoke, “ This is my nephew. You may address him as sir, he insisted on taking off your mask so he can watch your face when he fists you.” The nephew held up one hand, and pointed as his wrist. Holy Fuck, Luke thought, he had big hands but they were barely wider than his huge, wide wrists and then his arms just got bigger as they went up. Luke involuntarily arched his back, and the General smiled, “You want that, huh? We shall see—those thick wrists will stretch you wide and deep—and we will make sure to make it as painful and exciting as possible, just how you love it little cunt.” 1 3
Pnp-pig Posted Saturday at 01:06 PM Report Posted Saturday at 01:06 PM Thank you for the tease chapter!
Erik62 Posted Saturday at 01:53 PM Report Posted Saturday at 01:53 PM 2 hours ago, bottomboyam said: Was the point of the rough opening scene with the General clear? The idea was that the General needs to show his total control over a subs body first, then when he starts the fuckin’ and fistin’ and druggin’ they are his completely. You ask, "was it clear"🤔?? If it was any more clear, I would have been the one having my balls nailed. Your writing is supurb & so cock blowing erotic. Wish I could find a General for Chem fuelled sessions as you write them. NEXT Chapter, PLEASE😋😋😋😋.
Erik62 Posted Saturday at 02:39 PM Report Posted Saturday at 02:39 PM 1 hour ago, bottomboyam said: Doing a quick second post to give you a sense of the next chapter in Luke’s developing life in the Brothel and his addiction to the General. I won’t be posting for several weeks due to a trip. Luke’s Total Service Luke’s mouth was roots-deep on a giant black cock. His hands were cuffed tightly behind his back. His jaw and shoulders ached from the strain of hours of sexual service. None of these things was unusual, as Luke spent many many hours each week serving giant cocks and being bound. But what was unusual was the totality of his subservience. A couple of months ago, he’d been called out to serve a client in a large penthouse apartment in a downtown skyscraper. He’d been stunned to discovered that his client was the General, his little cock hard as a rock the minute he saw the object of his sexual addiction. The General had always used him in one of the basement dungeons, with all the cruel tools of his sexual torture and sadism at the ready. The General had Luke kneel and he’d cuffed his hands tightly behind his back. He’d then slid a big tube up Luke’s hole and given him what felt like a massive dose. He’d then put a tight mask over Luke’s face, leaving only his mouth and nose exposed. Luke had taken the massive, semi-hard cock down his throat, and then he felt a large flexible band go around the back of his head, binding his mouth to the general’s crotch, his nose buried the big man’s musky, trimmed pubes. And the General had worn Luke’s mouth like some crazy human flashlight for most of the next three days, Luke’s throat involuntarily sucking and spasming, the big head lodged deep in his gullet. When the General moved, Luke moved, walking awkwardly bent over. When the General needed to piss, he’d pause and piss and Luke would drink. Sometimes, Luke would feel the tails of a dresshirt draped over his face, as he knelt on the floor between the General’s huge spread thighs and Luke would suckle and service the big cock while the General held video business meetings. When the General showered, Luke’s showered too, the soap and shampoo getting in his nose and running down his face. When the General needed to take a shit, Luke would stay in position, his throat drinking the man’s piss and his nostrils filling with foul smells. Luke often cried during those times, feeling his abject slavery to the man. At night, he slept between the man’s legs, trying to sleep, occasionally being awakened by a throat full of strong night piss. The first day of this had been hell, as he’d gagged and retched around the cock, until he’d just accepted the cock as a fact of life, and then his throat settled into a steady involuntary sucking. The General’s sexual appetites were unquenchable, and his cock stayed semihard for hours. When the huge Nigerian muscle god wanted more active service, he’d slide a big bump of Tina up Luke’s hole, spank Luke’s ass hard with his giant hand three times, then the General would loosen the belt that held Luke’s head and give him enough play to suck the man from tip to base. In the mornings—Luke supposed is was morning, as he’d not seen anything in the days since the mask went on—the General would wake up and Luke would drink his piss. Then the General would undo the strap and position Luke on his hands and knees on the bed. He’d shove a lube tube deep inside Luke and dropped a 1/2 gram, and then the General would settle in for a long rough fuck. After the General had dropped a couple of loads, Luke would be reattached to the cock he served and spend the day on his knees, awkwardly walking when the General paced while on the phone, or sitting while the man worked. Luke was grateful when the hold was loosened and he provided an active blow job—when the man got hard without loosening the belt, the huge cock would completely fill his mouth and throat and cut off his air. Luke had learned to breath through his nose, but he still passed out from time to time, as the big cock suffocated him. The experience was exhausting, his entire world reduced for hours on end to one man’s enormous, insatiable cock. His sense of smell was dominated by the man’s musk, and most of the breath he drew was through the big man’s pubes or the skin around the massive shaft. His tongue was overpowered by the taste of the General, his piss, his sweat, the constant stream of precum, and the man’s massive loads of semen. Luke looked forward to his morning fuck, and his nightly fuck, and the hard, hot fisting that usually followed. When he had time to think, days after one of these sessions would end, Like figured that he spent between sixteen and twenty hours of each day affixed to the man’s cock. And so those moments when he could fully breath, his ass on fire from the giant portions of Tina the man dropped there, he reveled in the man’s fisting, always too much, too hard, too deep, and too fast. The affect of the General’s cruel treatment was that Luke became even more marked, more addicted to the man’s cock, and that the only freedom he was afforded was to pleasure the big man’s cock with his mouth or hole, and Luke began to revel in the man’s cruelty, to beg him to go deeper, harder and faster. After these sessions with the General, it would take Luke days and days to recover, to smell anything or taste anything other than the lingering masculine musk of the giant-dicked black god. When he was with the General, Luke was never given any food or water, his body drawing moisture only from the sweat, precum, cum and piss produced by the huge cock he served. And so for days afterwards those tastes dominated his senses. He entire body ached, and his neck and shoulders and back spasmed and seized. Karzinsky soon assigned Luke a personal trainer who was a certified physical therapist. Luke had always just kept to a rigorous workout plan as assigned, working out in the gym at his designated time. But the trainer, Jerry, a big muscled and tatted Australian, made him perform hours of PT on his neck, back, and shoulders and then started him on a rigorous program focused on definition. Luke’s great, natural diving body acquired a new focus, his pecs popped like small apples, every muscle of his torso and ass defined. All the men—from twins to muscle bottoms to the five or so muscle tops—who were assigned a trainer were expected to provide sexual service on demand. There was a special, smaller gym for these men, and Luke was glad he wasn’t one of the muscle tops. To keep them in line Karzinski and his men constantly humiliated the big muscled men, making them wear lacy thongs and occasionally being fisted in the gym surrounded by the others. Luke got off relatively easy, simply drinking Jerry’s piss in the gym when he offered it. Jerry preffered to fuck him in the privacy of one of the brothel’s many service rooms. Jerry also liked to edge Luke, subjecting Luke to an exhausting workout, then he’d tie the little blonde up and edge and edge him until Luke was in tears. Luke discovered, though that as hot as Jerry was, if Luke wanted to come he had to fantasize about the General—his fist shoulder deep, his cock to the root in his mouth, or the musty smell of his ass when Luke would service him. After Jerry would finally give Luke release, he’d leave Luke tied up and bend his legs back and plunge his thick uncut tool into Luke’s hole and bang him for an hour or more. By the time Luke was done with his workout and the after-gym edging and fucking party, he barely had the energy to eat his now precisely-monitored diet of lean proteins, precise carbs, and vegetables. And so here Luke was, on his knees smelling the sexually-charged musk of his own, personal, giant Nigerian muscle man. Luke felt the man loosen the belt holding him and got excited, his boycock suddenly hard despite the Tina and Ecstacy coursing in his veins. He felt the General huge hand on his jaw, forcing it wider while he other hand pressed firmly on the back of his head, and the General forced him down to the root of his cock, and then further, slipping both of his huge balls inside Luke throat, the big cockhead going further into Luke’s gullet, and then the belt was tightened and Luke’s throat held the entirety of the man’s shaft and his balls. Luke had a really hard time of it, it was like the first day all over again, and for several hours he gagged and sputtered, his jaw in agony from the even wider stretch. And then something strange happened. Luke felt a hand other than the General’s on his ass. Luke knew that cleaning staff entered the room everyday. The General would put on one of his traditional robes and sit at his desk and hide the naked, bound twink between his legs. This always excited the General, and his cock would swell and gag Luke, until the constantly milking action of Luke’s stuffed throat caused the man to explode down his throat, his moans muffled by the noise of the electric vacuum. But today Luke felt an unknown man pull apart his asschecks, and a broad finger stretch his hole. The man quickly threaded a lube tube deep inside and delivered a massive dose. As Luke howled around his big cock as the General got hard as a rock. Luke then felt the burning flame of a big, Tina-covered cock spear his hole in one big push. Once the Tina burn had abated, Luke enthuastically serviced the General while enjoying an expert deep fuck by the other man. The cock was actually thicker than the Generals, which Luke hadn’t thought possible—and it was quite long, but not as long as the Generals giant tool. But the key thing was the man was an excellent cocksman. He had rhythms and cadences to his fucking—short fucks to enjoy the feeling of destroying Luke’s second hole, then a long series of total penetration, pulling out and ramming in to the hilt. He moved his cock around constantly, stretching and battering Luke’s insides from all angles. The end result was that as Luke’s insides got looser, the big tool went thrillingly deeper and deeper. After both men and given Luke two loads—the General deep in Luke’s gullet and the mystery man’s huge loads deep in his guts—the mystery man filled Luke’s hole with warm potent chempiss which set Luke tingling again. The General undid his headpiece and Luke came off the big cock, spluttering saliva and other stomach juices, trying to work some of the pain from his over stretched jaw. Then Luke felt the General’s cock slide in and deliver his load of piss up Luke’s hole followed by a big plug. There was a heated discussion between the General and the other man, muffled by the all-encompassing mask. And then he felt strong fingers slide the mask off and Luke blinked, the dim light in the room was too much. The General turned Luke’s head to see the new man. He was a gorgeous young black African, not as tall as the General but still 6’5” or so. He was broad and rectangular, wide chest, flat stomach, and his big 10 inch cock hung in the light, dripping precum. His physique was excellent, but it was that of a naturally stout man, and it was as if his rippling muscles had a padded quality to them. Luke though he was one of the hottest men he’d ever seen. The General spoke, “ This is my nephew. You may address him as sir, he insisted on taking off your mask so he can watch your face when he fists you.” The nephew held up one hand, and pointed as his wrist. Holy Fuck, Luke thought, he had big hands but they were barely wider than his huge, wide wrists and then his arms just got bigger as they went up. Luke involuntarily arched his back, and the General smiled, “You want that, huh? We shall see—those thick wrists will stretch you wide and deep—and we will make sure to make it as painful and exciting as possible, just how you love it little cunt.” FUCK, I wish I didn't have to wait but will keep myself occupied reading Luke’s paradise again & again. Have a great trip & hope your cunt gets stretched to your satisfaction 😘😘😘.
bottomboyam Posted Saturday at 06:42 PM Author Report Posted Saturday at 06:42 PM Roundup of other stories I was asked for this in a DM so sharing it here: Adventures of Wes and the Bear Getting Serviced in Alabama. [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/84642-getting-serviced-in-alabama/ Wesley, the Big Black Bear, and the Bear’s Family [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/84843-wesley-the-big-black-bear-and-the-bear’s-family/ Daddy Mark and Daddy Bill Mark Fucks Me Deep [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/79343-mark-fucks-me-deep/ Daddy Bill and Matty Boy [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/79419-daddy-bill-and-matty-boy/ Master Tom Trains Matty [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/79521-master-tom-trains-matty/ Inland Ocean Landscaping Making the Twink Their Boy [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/84956-making-the-twink-their-boy/ The Turkish Men Punish Jeff [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/84992-the-turkish-men-punish-jeff/ Other The Prince and the Ginger [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/79703-the-prince-and-the-ginger/ 1
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