Timmy and the Brotherhood

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Rory and the German Muscle Twins

Within seconds of Conrad and Dimitri leaving with Felix, his brother Karl had Rory naked. As they waited for someone to come and take over the door, Rory got a chance to enjoy the big man’s muscular chest. Both Karl and his twin Felix were about 6’ 6”, dark blonde, with square, brutish faces. They had massive broad shoulders, arms bulging with muscle and veins, small wrists and huge hands. Their legs were huge and muscular. Rory thought they looked like something out of a Tom of Finland drawing and he was extremely turned on. 

 

After about five minutes, Spike, a scary-but-hot Latino skinhead showed up.  “Who’s this gorgeous little redhead, Karl?”  Rory turned around and leaned forward to kiss Spike. “My name is Rory, which rhymes with whorey. You wan’ a fuck later?” Rorey said, already flying from the big rocks Karl had put up his hole. “I will come find you after the tonight’s rites are completed,” Spike promised, putting the little red haired hotties small hand on his big hard tool. “You can have him for sloppy seconds,” Karl laughed, “My brother and I are preparing him to be blessed by the Horn of Plenty.”  “Hot,” said Spike, “I will be sure to position my offering where I can see his face when that big tool pierces that perfect little butt. Karl grinned and picked Rory up and said, “Gotta go.”

 

Karl carried Rory into the small anteroom where the Eudaemons had dressed Conrad and Dimitri. Conrad and Dimitri were already a long way away. Rory was still aware enough that ask Karl how his friends had gone so far. “Time works funny here in the Temple.” Karl shrugged, “I wouldn’t be surprised if we have been playing for an hour or more before they pass our play space.”  Karl stripped off his pants—Rory had gotten his shirt off him with in seconds—revealing how faultless his body-builder body was. His huge uncut cock—easily ten inches and as thick as Conrad’s—sported a big PA. Rory started to drop to his knees but Karl said,  “Let’s get you kitted out, pleamty of time for sex in a second.”

 

He grabbed a set of beautifully carved wrist and ankle cuffs and affixed them to Rory’s body. Rory looked at them in wonder, they looked to be priceless antiques, embossed with images of woodland creatures. In the center of each was a black opal engraved with a spider web.  “That’s my family crest,” Karl said proudly, “For 600 years the second sons of my family have served in the temple, guarding the door and selecting men to mate with the Great Stag.”  He then looked at Rory solemnly, “The Great Stag desires that you be his offering during the Temple’s daily ritual. My brother and I will prepare you and your hole as best we can, but the horn of plenty is probably bigger than any dildo you’ve ever ridden.”  Karl then turned and pointed to a gorgeous, ancient fresco, which showed a beautiful dark-haired man, his face a mask of blissed-out ecstasy as he rode on a massive, unnaturally large cock attached to a man in a stag’s head mask. “ Karl turned to him and said, “But you have to say yes,”. Karl said, “Of your own free will.  My forebearers used to trap men to serve as the Stag’s slaves, but since we abandoned slavery the Brotherhood stopped that practice.  I can assure that you will be very high on some drugs you know and some that can only be found in our Brotherhold. But you will bear the Stags mark.  This will make you very desired boy and you will most likely meet your soulmate and be a bearers companion at some point in the future.   That will guarantee you a very, very long life with a man you will feel undying love for.”  When Rory looked shocked, “It wont be Dimitri or Conrad, though, the Crone has foretold it. But she also foretold you will mate with another bearer and the Americans will be your close friends for several lifetimes.”  Without saying a word Rory walked over to examine the slave collar.  It had images of a Great Stag, spiders webs and spiders worked into the thick leather. He grinned, “Holy fuck yes! I don’t care if that monster cock kills me—as long as I am high and getting fucked I can’t think of a better way to spend my night.”   

 

And so proudly wearing the collar and ankle restraints Karl took Rory down a side passage to he and his brother’s play space.  It was a very long hall and he was surprised to see that they could glimpse Dimitri and Konrad with Felix, the other twin through the play spaces. They came to small door, next to the big door that marked the stags sanctum, and Karl opened it.  Midway down there was a black space with a black door. The entire thing was black walnut stained black—Rory had an uncle who made furniture so he knew the thing was insanely old and insanely valuable—a silver spider web was worked in beautifully polished silver metal and when he touched it he heard whispers of dark pleasures and he shivered.  Karl opened the door and stood aside. “You can still back out. During the hours of pain my brother and I will hurt you, a lot.  Thre Dark Lord demands it, but when the Great Orgy begins and you are blessed to ride the Horn of Plenty, the sacred sperm will heal even the deepest wounds from our lash and you will experience ecstasy unlike any other. You will then serve as a temple sex slave for several days to repay the Stag for his gift. But you like sex, I have heard, and so I think you will have a good time.”  Rory leaned forward to hold the man’s huge pulsing member. He leaned forward, “I am in big man. Now let’s stop talking and start fucking.”

 

So Karl took him inside.  Like all the alcoves inside the doors of the Stag’s inner sanctum, dark sex and light sex were mixed. Along one wall was an ancient, gorgeous, carved-iron Saint Andrew’s cross. The walls were all black leather—the smell was intoxicating and Rory breathed in deep. The place smelled like pure sex. There were sex toys everywhere—the twins had tens of thousands of dollars worth of every size of every model of toy Rory had ever seen on the websites for premium silicone.  One wall was all BDSM equipment with straps, belts, paddles, two matching and very scary bullwhips, and then every manner of tit clamps, ball crushers, and in a clear glass case hundreds of piercing needles.  There were lots of mirrors and a massive white bed, big enough for the big men and several other men. The curtains were a mix of clear sheer white cloth and black leather strips. There were two massive carved walnut chairs, clearly designed so bottoms could worship the men’s asses, and with lots of places for men to perch while they got railed. 

 

Karl got to work, opening an ancient carved silver box with black spider inlays filled with vials and vials of Tina, and other vials and clear glass bottles filled with drugs—Rory recognized several overflowing with the finest capsules of X making the rounds in Berlin’s clubs. There were also dozens of bottles of a blue glowing substance. “Wha wit’ the blue stuff,” Rory said, surprised that his Scottish accent was so strong—it usually disappeared when he was high. “That’s a mixture of the fluids that constantly drip from the Horn of Plenty with some of the sacred sperm. All the ancient ones produce it, but whoever is bearing the burden of leadership—and of living with Horn of Plenty—they produce the most potent.  I’ve not taken it—it’s strictly bottoms only—but it’s said to produce amazing euphoria. All I know is it takes a hungry bottom boys hole to the next level.  It’s so strong we’ve  fisted virgin asses within 20 minutes of them downing some of it.”  Rory smiled with glee. Like many young gay men he would try nearly any drug—he and his friends considered it their birthright as gay men—and anything that opened his hole he loved. 

 

Karl then walked over to Rory and picked him up again, passionately kissing him, and carried over to a small tiled corner of the space. He set him down and affixed his arms to two widely spaced hooks in the ceiling.  “That hole clean for deep play, little whore?” he said.  When Rory replied yes, sir, Kirk just grunted and said, “We will see.”  First he took out a straight razor. “Hair is forbidden below the neck on all submissives in the temple,” he said sternly.  And quickly whisked away Rory’s neatly trimmed bush and armpit hair.  He also removed the light hair that dusted Rory’s arms and legs He nodded approvingly when he saw that the boy kept his boypussy, taint, balls, and chest shaved smooth.  He then pulled out an enema bag bulging with liquid. “This is our chempiss from the day.”  He untied Rory and had him get on his hands and knees.  When Rory immediately went chest down and automatically reached back to expose his pink hole, Karl smiled and said, “Good boy.”  Karl then proceeded to fill the boy with he and his brothers chempiss.  When the bag was empty, he slid a heavy metal buttplug into the boy. 

 

Karl pulled out an ancient hourglass, with enough sand that it would last five minutes.   He had Rory get up on his haunches—the boy whined at the the pull of the heavy plug and enema on his hole. At the sound, Karl backhanded the boy. “Stop your complaining,” he said sternly, “You haven’t even begun to suffer.”  And so for five full minutes, as Rory desperately deepthroated the muscle gods cock, he also strained, cramped, and spasmed around a colon full of the strongest drugs in Berlin. 

 

When the hourglass ran out, Rory was desperate.  He crab walked as directed to the shower spot—panting, and groaning, his abs visibly cramping, and when directed pushed and pushed, screaming slightly when the big heavy metal ball popped out. Karl hosed the boy off and dried him with soft fluffy towels. 

 

He heard the door open and Felix entered and said, “Did I miss his chempiss enema? I wanted to see the stud suffer.” Karl smiled, “It was gorgeous.  To make up for it, you can give him the first load.” Felix walked over and led Rory over to the bed. “Fuck baby, that chempiss must have been strong, you so fucking warm.”  Rory and he started making out.  Then Rory paused, lucid for a second, “How do I tell you and your brother apart?”  Felix smiled, and showed the boy the small black and silver enameled F he wore and then Rory noticed the K around Karl’s neck. He’d been so into Karl’s muscular body he’d not even noticed. “And,” Felix smiled, “My cock is full inch longer then Karl’s just not quite as thick.”

 

With those words, he pushed Rory down to pleasure his cock. He moaned loudly as the super experienced little whore deepthroated him on the first try.  A few minutes later, Karl knelt beside him. “Are you ready for the best night of your life?” he breathed in the boys perfect little ear. Rory nodded, not once stopping up his blowjob.  “Hold your arm out,” Felix ordered, “Let my brother give you a big point. When he says to, take your mouth off my cock. I don’t want you biting me when you cough.”

 

Karl expertly tied the boys arm and found a vein—it wasn’t hard, as the little muscle boy was a lean sexpot with gorgeous, bulging, visible veins through the milky-white skin on his arms and legs—registered then said “Mouth off cock, boy.”  Rory turned to watch, his eyes wide at the size of the slam they were giving him.  Then the world compressed and he had a major coughing fit.  Within seconds the brothers had given themselves a slam and had the boy doggy style.  Felix started fucking and Karl took his mouth. Both men were loving life—and so was the boy.  Rory was pushing back, and in between displaying his expert cock sucking abilities, he would holler “Fuck me harder, Felix, give me that German sperm.”   Karl grinned and glsnced to the right and saw that the Americans were just now passing their alcove in the main aisle. 

 

The twins and the muscle twink enjoyed about an hour of fucking—each man gave the boy two loads—when Rory started begging for their fists. They put Rory in a sling and showed him how to use their poppers dispenser. And that’s when Rory first noticed that the ceiling of the temple was enchanted. Rather than a ceiling or roof it looked like a gorgeous blue sky with wispy clouds. He tried to talk, but he found he only think about getting those big muscle arms up his boypussy. 

 

Felix handed Rory a bottle of the blue drug, but told him to wait before taking it. Felix went first—his hands were just ever-so-slightly smaller than his brothers. Within seconds of fingering the boy, he could tell the little whore was a very experienced fist pig, so he ordered the boy to drink up.  As he did, Felix began to go in, the boy roared with pleasure as all his veins began to glow blue, and his little hole opened like flower at dawn and Felix was in.

 

Felix paused, his face a mask of pure pleasure. “You got a great hole,” he breathed. Rory was panting—amazed at how quickly the big hand had gone in.  “Fuck,” he said “that’s a big paw.”  Felix leaned in, and he and his brother made out with Rory while he slowly began to stretch the gorgeous redheads pink asshole.  Rory’s veins—so visible in his milky white skin—continued to glow.  Rory thought he could hear whispers, “Open your hole for me, worship my darkness, give yourselves to these, my servants, let them destroy you— and my brother-god Dionysus will raise you up into pleasure so sweet.”

 

And so Rory, a boy already familiar with and proud of his wantoness, felt every bit of the shame he didn’t even know he still carried wash away and he opened his legs wide.  “Use my hole, muscle gods, servants of dark and light, destroy me.”   And destroy that hole the three men did, together.  Rory begging  first one twin, then the other, to open his hole, begging for deeper and wider, until they could easily fist him elbow deep.  

 

These sexual shenanigans went on for several hours. Rory never tired, although the men did give him vial after vial of the blue liquid. The began alternating fists and toys, punching him, driving the toys deep, as the boys hunger increased ten fold. Finally, by the time Rory was practically blue—ever capillary and vein glowing blue—a dark bell rang out six times. “The Dark Lord demands pain,” they chanted together, “Come little one, and let us torture you.”

 

The inserted a big heavy stone dildo in the boy—Rory felt the weight of it stretching his insides in ways he never been stretched—it made his boypussy ache. They affixed him to the wall facing outwards first, trying his legs and around the waist so the big stone cock couldn’t come out. When he bagged them to give him something smaller, they laughed and punched his guts  causing them to cramp around the giant hard stone. But they slammed him again, and the stretching started to feel good again. 

 

The weighted is balls until he was begging them to stop, then put more weights on until he screamed. They put a leather hood over his head to protect his face, and used a long slim whip to mark his gorgeous body from feet to shoulders. Karl them spent about half an hour, whipping the boys cock until its was covered in welts. 

 

They let him hang there on the wall his head slack, sobbing loudly inside the hood. But when they pulled the hood off and kissed him and told him to ask for more pain.  Rory squared his shoulders and with his head high said “More pain, sir, please, punish me more.”  Felix and Karl removed the rope around his stomach and the other around his middle.  “Hunch you ass out and push out that toy,” Felix ordered. Rory—high and on the endorphin rush from the whipping—was too confused to comply. So each twin scrunched him forward so his ass was paralell to the floor. Rory pushed and the enormous dildo came clattering out on to the floor. 

 

Rory’s hole was trashed, so they left him there and started double fisting him for a while as Rory squealed in piggy delight. Finally Karl knelt and embedded his arm elbow deep in the boy.  Felix removed the bonds first from his feet and then from his arms. Karl expertly arose—the muscles on his ass and huge thighs bulging—folding Rory forward. “Put your arms around my neck, boy,” he ordered as his spun Rory around still elbow deep in the little pig his back and Rory’s front now facing the wall. Rory squealed and did his best to ride the big arm up and down. Karl came up in front and Felix felt  the heat of his sweaty twin’s body.  Karl leaned forward, pushing himself together with his twin using his free hand to stroke their huge slick cocks together. “Let’s give this pussy a stretch it will never forget brother,”Karl said with an evil grin. 

 

“Boy, look here,” Felix commanded, Rory opened his eyes and looked, all the while rocking on the big elbow.    “Wanna get stretched, pig pussy?” Karl asked.  Rory smiled, deep in the Dark Lord’s grasp, and replied, “Please sir, more sir, more.”  Felix took a point filled with a small amount of Tina and filled the vial with half blood from his arm, then half from his brothers free arm. Karl knelt slightly to give Felix access, and Felix deftly grabbed Rory’s head, turned it to the side in an iron grip, found a vein and slammed the boy into outer space. 

 

Karl stood back up, and balanced himself agains the wall. Inside of Rory he balled up a square fist just as Felix fist began its journey up the hot, velvet colon.  Rory was flying hard, and just moaned as Felix ever so slightly began to pull his entire arm back, stretching the boys colon wide. Suddenly Rory was alert, and his head shot up and he shouted, “Oh fuck, daddy, oh fuck.”  Felix grinned and handed the boy some poppers. “You are going to need these,” he said, “Because we are just getting started.”

 

Ever so slowly they pulled and stretched Rory’s hole apart. Rory moaned, shouted and even screamed once, but he never asked them to stop, and kept huffing on the poppers. They worked slowly but derminedly, changing positions and stretching the pink boy pussy. When they got to the point were there was probably 1/2 inch of free space between their arms, Rory started screaming as he experienced wave after wave of anal orgasms, his little cock dribbling come and piss in a constant stream. When he settled down, Felix removed his fist and Rory held out his arms and Felix affixed his arms to the wall. Karl knelt so Felix could bind him to the wall. Karl took his elbow out, relectutantly—the kids pussy was heaven—and they slid a huge long, slinky-like plug with a big ball at the end to hold it in. And the beating began. 

 

It was clear that Rory loved to take a  flogging, and they did his back and ass first, and Rory roared and wiggled and edge them on. They then strapped him with a wide prison strap and the tawse, the leather snapping against the boys muscle ass loudly.  Rory grunted and cried out, but he kept his ass out and ready for more. They kept going, faster and faster, until Rory lost control and started shaking and crying out. He convulsed on a particular hard hit, and the huge dildo dropped out, his asslips wide like a cunt. 

 

At that exact moment, the Great Gong sounded.  Karl and Felix put down their straps and pulled the frame the boy was attached to from the wall. As they did so, ancient silver chains dropped down all around the boy, making Rory look like he was trapped in a spider’s web. They pushed the rolling frame out into the hall. Rory, coming down from his rush, looked up and saw two rows of attendents—small twinks in white linen tunics with gold crowns on their heads each standing next to a naked muscle man, back cross crossed with the scraps of whip marks, their cocks caged, and their faces masked in leather hoods with only their eyes visible. These attendents picked up the long thick cords preparing to roll him and the frame down the hall. Behind him he heard one of the twins shout, “The Dark Lord demands pain.”  On the word pain the bullwhip struck Rory’s back with a sear and he screamed. They rolled slowly down the hall and another bell rang. The entourage stopped, and the twin on the other side of him shouted, “Offer the Dark Lord this pain as a sacrifice.”  On the word sacrifice the bullwhip lashed his back and Rory screamed. The procession went slowly like this, stopping and saying ritual words, each stop equally a searing whip on one side of Rory’s back.

 

By the time they got to the center of the huge hall—Rory would only realize later that the hall he had come down was one of 6 that converged in a round throne space for the Great Stag—Rory’s head was hanging and he was holding on by a thread. His back was covered in vicious welts and there was a bit of blood dripping.  The attendants stopped,  bowed low the Grrat stag and then turned and detached the big ropes.  The twins—their bodies dripping with sweat from the effort of wielding the whips, handed them to attendents, who took them reverently. They stood in front of Rory and tenderly kissed him. “You look like a fresh cut side of premium beef,” Felix grinned, “But you did good.”  Karl held a huge vial of the blue liquid, and made Rory slowly drink it.  It immediately healed his sore throat and made him glow, but his flesh remained marked and bleeding. Felix held Rory’s head upright and snapped a thick,  immobilizing silver collar around the boys neck. 

 

The twins then slowly turned Rory, shouting “Brothers, behold the sacrifice of pain, behold the offering!”  Rory was more awake now—the blue liquid had alleviated some of his pain—and he saw the huge temple was full of thousands of men of all shapes and sizes. He saw hundreds of men with animal tattoos like Conrad and Dimitri, and thousands more from tiny Asian twinks to massive African muscle gods, all dressed in white togas and gold laurel crowns, their bodies dripping with sweat, the big men’s cocks covered in ass juice, the bottoms, their garments half torn off, with piss, cum and sweat dripping down their legs, shoulders and backs and asses vivid red with the signs of a beating. Each of the top men had some instrument of torture in his hand, often a whip, or a strap, and the bottoms were now smiling but most of their faces were wet from tears. This was clearly a massive BDSM orgy, and the smell of Tina smoke, opium, marijuana, poppers, and mansex was everywhere. Suddenly fully within himself, Rory grinned and shouted, “Fucking hot party, fuck me daddy, hurt me daddy, use me, fist me hard.”  The entire assembly pealed with laughter before growing silent. 

 

The twins turned Rory around and he got his first look at the Great Stag. He was standing in the center of small v of three chairs. Dimitri and Conrad were on each side of him, their fists and cocks buried in gorgeous Scandinavian twins, with other twinks and tall lean Latin boys around them. Their faces were a mask of ecstacy, but their eyes were unblinking and open, their eyes milky with a blue glow. Karl whisphered, “They are in a sacred trance.”  The he and his brother stepped forward and bowed before the Great Stag. “We offer this sacrifice of pain for you to anoint with the Horn of Plenty, my lord,” the twins said in loud, ceremonial unison, “We pray he is acceptable.”

 

The Great Stag smiled, and Rory got his first real look at him.  He was an extremely tall, thin but muscular pitch-black African, with the face and hauteur of an ancient prince. The thing between his legs was so big it was fucking scary. Wider than any dildo Rory had ever seen, it was long and thick and curved upward. So big, it required attendents to hold it up. At the end of the thing was a giant hot muscle man, suckling and drinking in ecstacy from the constant stream of blue fluid, piss, and precum the monstrosity produced. The Great Stag looked Rory directly in the eye, his tiger brown eyes alight in Rory’s blues, he nodded and Rory heard a voice in his head.

 

“You’re scared, you should be.” Rory blinked in Surprise, “Yes, little slave, I, the Great Stag, master of the order, am speaking in your pretty head,” the man said. His voice was lightly accented, exotic, ancient and beguiling. Rory had no idea what animal was hiding behind the Great Stag tattoo, but he was pretty sure it was some sexy fucking snake.  The Stag smiled and whispered in his mind,   “Good guess piggy, I am Lord Cobra as well as the Great Stag. “ Rory grinned, “When I fuck you I will first destroy you, you will be obliterated.  Don’t fight it, let yourself go, give yourself over the to the pain and the pleasure.  But when I come, you will be made whole. New and changed, with miraculous sexual abilities that will make you more desirable than you already are, you hot little muscle pussy.”  The Great Stag opened his mouth and great roar came out, “Do you want my great cock to destroy you boy?”  Rory grinned loud and said, “Fuck yes, Lord Stag, take my boypussy and destroy me.”

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This is way hot 

[bottomboyam]

Rory and the Horn of Plenty

 

The Great Stag gestured with his hand, sat down, and returned fully to his trance.  A servant approached  with two hugely loaded points, the crystals dissolved in the blue drug. The twins each took a point, and held it to the crowd. “The Great Stag honors the sacrifice with a double slam mixed with his sacred fluid. The crowd roared and whistled.  People shouted, “Lucky little fucker,” “Save me a fuck, you gorgeous little muscle pussy.”  And then Rory lost track of time and space as he felt the twins register the points, and his world exploded under the force of the biggest, most sexually charged, insane slam of his life. 

When he came to again, he was lashed by big chains to a pillar, and he was quivering and shaking, in the grip of an anal orgasm. Felix held his legs up, pretzled back to his ears, while Karl was fisting him to the elbow.  “Deeper, Daddy Karl, deeper.”  Karl looked up and grinned, “Welcome back, baby boy,” shoving his arm in to the armpit and pumping. “Your Masters Dimitri and Conrad are awake,” Felix said, kissing him passionately. Rory looked around and locked eyes with Conrad and he shouted, “Feels so fucking good, Daddy.”  Conrad smiled and Rory went back to making out with the twins.

A few minutes later a wiry Latino appeared with a shimmering silver tray with a huge bottle of the blue drug. The Latino bowed to Karl and Felix and the looked at Rory. “Lord Wolf commands you drink this and saying armpit deep isn’t gold enough. You are to take both twins big shoulder in your pussyhole or he will punish you severely,” he hot Latino said solemnly. Then he paused, “And after you’ve taken some shoulder fucking for about 1/2 hour the Great Stag asks if you are ready for your destruction.” Rory nodded enthusiastically.

The Latino handed the tray and bottle to an attended and said, “Allow me to prep you.” He reached up and swiftly pulled both needles out of Rory’s left tit. He then reached over an licked and suckled on them biting and chewing, Rory screamed then moaned loudly. When the Latino’s mouth came up, Rory’s pierced tit was healed. He then walked around to the right said and did the same thing. This time though, he balled up his wiry fist and drove into Rory’s ass, already stuffed full with one of the twins shoulders, he then said quietly “Orgasm.”  Rory immediately started moaning, as he experienced a massive full anal orgasm. The Latino, his face dark with sexual energy, started punching Rory repeatedly, stretching him beyond belief as the twins massive shoulder stayed in place,, softly saying orgasm over and over and over again. Rory went wild, experiencing wave after wave of anal orgasms. The Latino kept this up for nearly five minutes, the orgasms causing the twinks shoulder to sink deeper and deeper into the boy. He stopped, removed his fist, and leaned in to kiss Rory. “You were told you would acquire miraculous sexual abilities,” he said quietly, “I just showed you two of mine.”  He then said, “I will find you later when I am off duty and show you how just how good my skills as a fisting switch are, beautiful pig,” the Latino said, “Now drink up and let Lord Stag destroy you.”  Tapping the stag tattoo in the middle of his chest, “Believe me, it’s fucking worth it.”  He patiently fed Rory the blue liquid and then kissed him and walked away. 

After the two brothers pounded him shoulder deep for about 20 minutes, a group of the Stags courtiers parted the crowd as the Great Stag, preceded by the 24 inches of the Horn Of Plenty approached. On the current Stag, the horn matched his shiny pitch black skin.  The enormous folds of skin around it’s literally tree trunk thickness dripped with the constant stream of piss, precum, and cum that flowed from the enormous hole in the cockhead. The piss hole was so big a huge muscle slave, his asshole hanging loose and red between his legs, had his tongue stuck to the root in the hole, pleasureimg the ancient sex god, and still the fluid dripped. 

When the unreal entourage reached the area where the German muscle pigs were still fisting Rory like crazy, the Stag raised an enormous bullwhip and struck down, missing all of his attendants and his own cock, and landed a slicedown the muscle servants back and into the crack of his ass. The slave screamed in ecstacy,  and his huge cock—covered in wax and whip marks, erupted and he fell to the side, his semen lightly tinged with blue from the enormous amount of the drug he’d consumed. 

The stag said, “I want to fuck this offering.”  The twins withdrew from their assault on Rory’s hole and bowed low. “We have done our best to open him, my lord,” Felix said, reverently, “We have taken a liking to the pig, so we beg you not to destroy him with your rod.”  The Great Stag laughed, “He will be destroyed, as you know, but he will be remade as a creature of the Gods.”

At that moment it was like the assembled orgy just stopped. The Stag spoke gently to Rory. “Boy, as I enter you, you will feel my need to obliterate you. You must not resist. You must instead willingly offer yourself and your hole for destruction.”  Rory started shaking, “My lord, I must ask for death!  How is that so?”  The Stag smiled gently, “The Horn of Plenty is a tool of both the Dark Lord and the God of Revelry. If you resist, only the Dark Lord will consent to your rape. You will take the cock in pain and suffering. And your fate will be to be a lost temple slut, like this unfortunate here.”  With a flick of his whip the Stag pointed out the muscle pig, caught mid-spurt from his cock, his face a rictus of pleasure so profound it was agony. “If you welcome the destruction the cock offers, then the Dark Lord must share the pleasure of your boy pussy with Our Lord  Bacchus. And they will make you into a creature of dark and light. Your taste in the most extreme forms of sexual torture will increase, but so will your love of light, life, and the pursuits of pleasure. It is a much more desirable way to live.”

Rory looked at the Great Stag and grinned, “And I suppose even if I wanted to back out now, you would never allow it?”  The Stag laughed, “You Scots are so cheeky.  You would never back down from a sexual undertaking like this. You were born a pig. Let me make you an even sluttier one.”  Rory smiled “Fuck me, sir, use me, destroy my hole, remake me.”

At that moment time restarted. The Stag wordlessly held out his hand and an attendant gave him a point, filled with a .75 slam.  Speaking in his booming voice, he shouted, “This offering pleases me as few have, therefore I honor him with a third blood slam before the Horn remakes him. This slam will be of Lord Covras blood, my human blood, my tainted diseased blood. He will carry the sexual power of a 1,000 depraved, piggy men. Any man he chooses to allow to torture him, to fist him, to use him, to fuck him, will experience sexual satisfaction beyond compare.”

At that he expertly filled the syringe with his blood. Rory saw it was not blue, like the others, but  red, although it had  blue sparkles like crystals of Tina themselves. Felix and Hans kept his legs back, and an attendant moved forward and before Rory could register what was happening, quickly and cleanly soaked Rory in the vein running up his cock. 

Rory screamed in ecstacy as a massive wave of pain and agony and pleasure rocketed through his body. The Stag moved with grace of a predator, handling his own massive cock like an expert, and entered Rory hard. Now Rory was aware, aware of his body’s most secret entrance being torn,he felt flesh rip, and he started to fight. But as he did, the Dark Lord whispered, “Yesssss,  pretty ginger pussy, let us rape you, make your solely ours.”  Rory grinned, “I welcome your destruction Dark Lord, I will honor you with a lifetime of sexual suffering and pain.  But…” He hard the Dark Lord hiss, “No!” Rory went on, ignoring the Dark One plea, “I also welcome you, God Pleasure and Lord of Revelry. Share the infinite sweetness of the destruction of my pussy, make me also your creature!”

At that moment, Rory screamed, as every bone and ligament in his pelvis opened wide, to the assembled crowd it looked like his asshole opened like the jaws of a snake opened to swallow a mouse, unnaturally wide, as his pussy grew large enough to swallow the big log of cock.  The he Stag shouted in triumph and pleasure as the entire length of his massive horn sank into the pulsing, fiery warmth of a very very tweaked out muscle pussy. 

Rory continued screaming, as he felt the humongous shaft be slowly absorbed by his boypuss. He felt like his insides were a battle, his colon was stretched so, so wide, and it always felt like it was on the verge of ripping him in two, then he would feel a pleasure 1000 times greater than he did when he was deep fisted. He could feel the destruction of his body, the one he had asked for, as the Dark Lord destroyed and Bacchus remained. It was the best fuck of his life. 

Since his fist fuck—at the age of 16 he’d seduced the 20-year-old giant oaf of a Pole who worked on a neighbors farm—Rory knew he was a nasty pig. He loved Vladimir’s huge, ugly cock. He loved the way Vlad called him names as he pounded Rory’s already muscular little ass. The way he would uses his big fat fingers to rough fuck Rory’s sloppy hole after dropping at least two big loads, Rory whining nd groaning with pleasure and need across the big hairy muscles of the farmhands wide chest. 

One afternoon—they always snuck around in the late afternoon, when the farmhands chores were done and nobody would be out at the old, far barn—Vlad was fingerfucking Rory pretty hard, his big digits slick from the four loads he’d dropped plus the lard they used as lube, and he slipped a fourth finger in. Rory whined and pushed back, knowing he wanted more. Vlad laughed and pushed his cock deeper in Rory’s already wide stretched mouth. “You are like a Berlin sex pig. That’s where you belong.” And so it was that little Rory, the minute he turned 18, took all the money he’d been secretly saving from blowing strangers every time he went to town, and bought bus and ferry tickets and slowly worked his way across the channel and to Berlin. In Europe, he learned how to find cursing spots and how convince men to give him money, so he could slowly whore his way to the city of his dreams.

At that moment, Rory came back into his body. He knew what Bacchus had been doing, both distracting him and getting at the root of his pleasure. He was screaming in a mixture of pain nd pleasure as the giant cock fucked him.  The Stag was not be gentle, pulling out and slamming in. With each slam he could feel his colon stretching wide,a feeling he loved, and just when he would feel like he was being ripped open,  Bacchus would step in an feed him with pleasure. He was amazing his torso was in in one piece, because the cock never shrank but somehow fit inside. 

The Great Stag leaned in, and slapped to bring Rory back from his high for just a moment. “You’re bigger on the inside.”  Rory laughed—he couldn’t believe the man had made a Dr Who joke in the middle of such nasty sex—them started shouting with pain/pleasure as the Stag changed angles and assaulted yet another set of organs through the impossibly, supernaturally, stretched walls of Rory’s insides. 

Rory was so high. He’d been slammed so many times, he’d lost count. Except for those few moments of clarity that Stag and forced on him, including the weird joke, he was possessed by no thoughts other than the consistent, rhythmic stretching of is hole. Rory was a hungry butt pig—always had been—but being stretched by this literal tree trunk of a cock had given him new feelings of fullness, of lust, of pain, and of overwhelming pleasure. He lost all sense of time, just feeling like his body was conquered and sucked out of him, time after time, fuck in—destroy—fucked out—the destroyed bits of him pulled out along with increasing bits of his insides. 

After about an hour of pounding Rory began to come down.  He became aware that the Stag was now punch fucking him, and every time the massive cock entered him, he felt the quick snap as every muscle in his pelvis  opened unnaturally wide. And so he began to grunt as the big cock entered him. 

The Stag smiled at him, his facing seeming far away,and said, “I am going to come.”

The Stag began fucking wildly, making Rory scream with every thrust. Suddenly, he felt it, the hot liquid of the charged sperm shooting like a geyser in his guts. It literally felt like the force of a firehose deep in his hole, gushing, burning like a dose of Tina, but without the scratchiness of the crystals. Suddenly, he noticed his entire body glowed blue for a few seconds, and as it did, all of his bruises and marks disappeared.  As he was aware of these things on one level, most of his awareness was taken up by the most massive anal orgasm of his life. Rory was a major butt cummer, and cruel men knew that it was relatively easy to trigger his boy pussy and torture him with a long, continuous, merciless string of rolling, so-pleasurable-they-become-painful, debilitating, anal orgasms. The little Latino chems master had an easy target when he’d made this buttboy orgasm with his supernatural gift. This was like that experience times one thousand.  Rory started screaming, his entire body convulsing, anal passages locking down hard on the giant supernatural cock. This triggered a second massive ejaculation for The Stag, as the boys velvet, steaming hole massaged its great length. The Stag was shouting with the gusto of a conqueror, knowing he’d owned yet another hole.

Rory was in more agony than ecstasy, feeling every muscle and joint  of his taught, fat-free pelvis and torso snap open as The Horn of Plenty took him. Now, in a final moment of submission, Rory let go, gave up himself, made his soul the offering The Stag had said the rites demanded. All resistance faded, he could feel dark forces, pure evil lapping at the edges. The blood in his veins, visible through his translucent, pale skin, somehow shone dark, with a malignant light. And as Rory felt his soul and body drift, close to death, the blue dionysisian energies swept in, gathered him up, and he was back in his body. The pain turned to pure ecstasy, as he continued to roll, quiver and shake. This lasted a full five minutes of objective time, a massively long orgasm, a supernatural sexual miracle. But for Rory, it felt like a lifetime.

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On 9/30/2025 at 9:16 PM, bottomboyam said:

Timmy Rides a Bull
 

Of all the men in the brotherhood, Pedro was the one who most liked to fuck a wrecked hole.  All of the men took pleasure in opening a tight hole or using a very sore mancunt in the days after hard use, or a hole so open you could jack off inside it, but Pedro loved to fuck a big open gash while it still wanted abuse.  And he’d waited to fuck Timmy because he knew his bull cock could grow to its greatest size ever inside the supernaturally-gifted twink’s loose hole. 

 

Timmy was up in the sling. His short black mop was matted with sweat and his body glistened. They’d given him lots of water and Gatorade, but the massive, slam-sized booty bumps meant he just sweated it out as he took it I’m.  The gorgeous tight muscle of the boys arms and torso were popping because he’d burned off what little body fat he had over these several days of pleasing the insatiable, super-naturally strong, men of the brotherhood. 

 

As Pedro slid his ugly, dripping, massive cobra meat into the blindfolded twink, Timmy arched his back and cried out, ‘Fuck that’s a thick, wide, dildo Daddy.”  Pedro grinned and pushed it home to the root as Timmy cried out.  Pedro roughly made out with the boy, who responded to Pedro’s rough handling like he was made for it. Pedro took the blindfold off the little twinks face and gave him a minute for his eyes to adjust. “That’s not a dildo, whore,” Pedro whispered quietly, “That’s a giant Latino cock at its normal hard size.”

 

Timmy blinked, suddenly aware, “Oh fuck, when I say those special words you’re going to core me out, aren’t you daddy?”  Pedro grinned, “Core you out so wide, wider than any toy or even big daddy Conrad’s stone cock.”  Timmy shivered and then paused. Pedro could feel the boy flex his hole around the big, difficult-shaped cock and then he could see it happen, dark, twisted desire rose from the boys core traveling along his colon and the boy pulled his legs back wide.  “Do it daddy, fuck me with that big bull dick,” he cried out, eyes again dark black,  “Fuck me!”

 

So Pedro fucked. And fucked. And fucked. Jerome grew rock hard, watching the huge, dark, rugged man ravish the gorgeous pale boy. Pedro looked good fucking anyone from German muscle studs to tall African basketball stars. But Pedro preferred beautiful boys—his own Bearer’s Companion was a slender, Spanish bullfighter who had traveled to Mexico City for a corrida (a bullfight) in the late 19th century and had disappeared after being seen entering a bar known to cater to men with strange tastes—and the contrast between his big body and a slender twink turned Pedro on like no other visual sight in the world. 

 

Well, other than what he was seeing now. The sight of his huge fat cock plundering a new twink hole. Timmy was in the sling, his arms up, and Pedro’s huge hands were linked behind his head, giving him ultimate purchase as he banged the twinks ass. Jerome was standing over them, stroking his hard meat, and occasionally giving the men little hits of poppers. Timmy was lost in the fuck, pushing his colon open with every thrust, as his body bagged to be taken deeper and wider. 

 

Pedro whispered, “Say the words, bitch, say the words.” And Timmy started chanting “I am your hole, fill me with your seed, I am your hole, fill me your toxic seed…” as he got to the second recitation, the magic kicked in. All of the lights went out completely and both Pedro and Jerome shouted as their red tattoos began to glow and burn. And then Timmy started shouting, “Fucking huge cock” as Pedro’s cock began growing like a giant rock hard inflatable. Pedro couldn’t slow down the fuck if he had wanted to, but he didn’t want to because suddenly the boys hole began to feel tight. His big bull cock kept growing and growing inside the boy, and Jerome just held the bottle of poppers open under Timmy’s nose, allowing his twink asshole to stretch and stretch. 

 

After 20 minutes, Pedro’s bull cock had nearly doubled in width and had grown several inches longer. Jerome had grabbed the pipe again: Timmy was needing all the help he could get.  His ecstacy was being tempered a bit by fear: Pedro’s cock felt like he was being fucked by a tree trunk. Jerome leaned in and whispered, “The only way to get through this is to just surrender.  Surrender to your innate need to be a hole, to be stretched and destroyed.”  Timmy opened his eyes, barely able to comprehend anything other than the feelings possessing his body, “More Tina, daddy, please.”  

 

Jerome knew there was no way the boy could manage the pipe, so he grabbed one of the vials and put a bumper head on. He held the boys head and steady as he could and gave the boy thee bumps—the equivalent of thrre short lines—then he went to his hole and began to run a steady stream of heavily-laced lube onto Pedro’s gigantic dildo sized cock.  

 

It took just a moment, before the boy’s hips opened wide and Timmy shouted “Rape my hole with your bull cock! Dark Lord, I accept my place in your universe. I am a nothing but hole to be destroyed.” At that moment Pedro erupted, balls deep, as Timmy shouted “Burn my soul with your dark seed, fuck, my hole is burning…burns…so bad….so good.”  Jerome watched in fascination, as Pedro shot wad after wad of his ancient and powerful seed into the boy. He could see the huge outline of the giant dildo-sized cock in the boys pale abs,, and then he watched in amazement as it grew again. This final spurt of growth of the massive cock stretched some previously untouched place inside Timmy’s abused boycunt and he began having a series of rolling full body-and-colon assgasms. Within seconds, this massage of his huge meat brought another shout from Pedro who gave the boy a second supernatural load. 

 

In turn the second load, promoted another assgasm in the little twink.  Jerome watched in astonishment as the boys body absorbed both loads.  First all of his veins turned black, then bright blue, and all of the moisture and thin layer of healthy body fat he’d lost over the days and days of hard use was restored.  This was a regular occurrence during ritual sex, when after absorbing supernatural sperm,  all of the bruises and welts a bottom had acquired in the hours of pain before the ceremony were erased. But Jerome had never seen it happen anywhere else. 

 

Pedro and Timmy however, were not aware of this. They were lost in the bliss of man-twink fucking. Pedro’s cock remained its full giant oversize, but the boy was so loose and in ecstasy from the dual doses of sperm and all the drugs, that his hole was welcoming the monster. Still the cock was so huge, every time Pedro would pull out his cock completely out, he’d bring with it an every growing twink cunt prolapse. He’d then pile drive in, promoting a shriek of ecstasy from Timmy. 

 

They fucked for a solid 20 more minutes before the big cock began to return to normal size. And still Pedro fucked, as Timmy’s loose hole squelched around his ugly fuckstick. Timmy’s body had absorbed most of the sperm, but it still foamed with pink foam—cum, piss, blood, lube, and the boys natural cunt juice.  Every ten strokes or so, Pedro would pile drive the hole, or radically fuck a different part of the loose cunt. And every time he did, Timmy would have another assgasm and make more pussy foam to froth around the huge cock. 

 

After a while, Pedro picked the boy up and Jerome and Pedro double fucked him standing up, holding the boy like he was light as a feather as they pounded the impossibly stretched hole. They used the boy for another one and a half hours, fisting him, fucking him, piss-fucking him, as he continued to periodically experience increasingly-painful assgasms as his high began to wear off. 

 

As Timmy began to feel the soreness in his hole, Jerome and Pedro began to slow things down. Enjoying  the heat and sensitivity of very used cunt, they would slowly deep fuck him, watching the play of need and pain as they changed directions. Then they would release a big spurt of chempiss and start a hard brutal fuck, watching the boy ride the brief opening of his cunt the chempiss provided and continue to fuck him until he tightened back up and was almost in tears. Then they would change places and start again.  

 

Timmy experienced these successive waves of agony and pleasure as endless, as if he existed no where but as this hole which needed nothing but both. Every time  they hurt him, he could feel dark forces lap at the fiber of his being from the dark black seed he’d encountered with Pedro’s second huge supernatural load. Then, as they filled him a spurt or two of chempiss and fucked him hard, his entire body with sing with the pleasure of the blue pure blood of pleasure the dark seed had morphed into as it healed him and opened him for the bull cock. 

 

Timmy was lost, unseeing, as the men changed places. But the the nature of the fucks changed, as first Conrad then Dimitri joined in the fuck. They lined their cocks up, each of the four men fucking his sore hole slowly and methodically, deliberating making him squirm and cry out, then each would delivery a spurt or two of chempiss and rail him. As they did so, each man made out with him, whispering dark and twisted thoughts about him and his hole interspersed with praise for his beauty.  As they passed him around in endless rounds of this, Dimitri’s fucks began to dominate his thoughts,  the periods of slow sore hole fucking longer, the pain more intense, interspersed with longer and longer periods of sheer ecstasy as his new lord’s cock plundered him. Finally, after several hours of this endless cycle, when they were alone, Dimitri lifted Timmy from the sling and carried him into the bedroom, still fucking the entire way.  There he continued to fuck and fuck the boy, pausing from time to time to drop a few grains of crystal in before railing the boy again. 

 

After another hour of this, Timmy’s hole was so swollen it stopped responding to crystal chempiss or poppers and so Dimitri gave him a final big load coating his insides with rope after rope of seed. Aster making the boy clean his cock, he made him kneel on his knees and Dimitri, cock still rock hard, grabbed an Ambien. He gave Timmy the pill and held out his cock and Dimitri filled Timmy’s mouth with piss to wash it down.  

 

Dimitri grabbed Timmy roughly up and lay him on his side in the bed with his head on one of the pillows and his legs tucked up. He climbed in beside the boy, lined his cock up, and speared the boy to the hilt in one shove, Dimitri’s hand muffling the boy’s scream. Dimitri then pisssed a massive load deep into the boys cunt. It was so much piss Timmy could feel it pushing deep inside and stretching his colon, but Dimitri just wrapped his arms around the boy and brought his legs up, trapping him with his guts burning with need and Dimitri’s hard cock plugging him. 

 

Soon, Timmy’s hole was buzzing from the fresh load of piss and his colon spasmed and stroked around it’s big live plug. But Dimitri seemed asleep, and all the spasming just seemed to make his cock harder. TImmy was amazed at the man’s ownership of him and his hole. If he moved even the slightest Dimitri’s cock would somehow grow and his grip on Timmy would tighten. And so for several hours he existed in a netherland, as the Ambien and his exhaustion fought with the dark needs reawakened in his hole. Eventually, as Dimitri had known it would, the Ambien won and Timmy fell into a deep sleep with a plugged hole, trapped in the arms of an ancient sex god. 

 

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