Timmy and the Brotherhood

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Fuck I wish I was Timmy.  This is great writing,  I've been rock hard the hole time!  Please, more!

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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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[Anone]

Wow, wow, wow, this is so hot. An incredible read which turned me on. The Dark Lord certainly has an attraction with huge cocks of Jerome and Pedro getting larger as they give the seed of the Dark Lord to Timmy.

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Hot

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The Temple of Pain and Pleasure 

 

The Sunday after hearing from the Crone, Dimitri and Conrad, with their new boy Rory in tow, appeared at the door of the Böse Buben club house in a deserted corner of old East Berlin.  The street was quiet, and the building appeared residential and slightly run down. Dimitri knocked and a powerfully built leatherman opened the door, a fraction, and then he opened it wide and wrapped the three of them in an embrace. “Welcome Brother Dimitri and Brother Conrad, we’ve been waiting to meet you for a while” he exclaimed through a thick German accent. Then he bent down and gave Rory a deep kiss, cupping his perfect little ass, “And you must be the little pig Rory I’ve heard so much about,” he stated, “Save me and my brother a fuck between that perfect ass for later, jah?”  

He led them into the club, which was packed, and through a door hidden behind the bar. They entered a hall with dim red lights lined on all sides with small alcoves of men engaged in every form of sex. The air was warm and sticky, and the odor of piss, Tina smoke, cum, poppers, and sweat was intoxicating.  The hall continued, and Dimitri noticed that they were gently tilting down. Finally they reached a doorway guarded by another giant German. “This is my twin brother.  He and I would like to show Rory a very good time while you visit with the Great Stag,” their guide said, “May we have use of your boy for a while?”  Conrad smiled, “Rory is not our slave, so he will decide.” Rory grinned and stepped forward, and placing his hands on the fat bulge of the German hulk guarding the door, he began making out with him.  Dimitri grinned, “I somehow already knew the answer to that question.” Their guide led them forward and they left Rory making out with the doorman. In his last glimpse of them, Dimitri sawthe German already had Rory’s pants off and was busy putting several shards up Rory’s perfect pink cunt. 

On the other side of the door was another long hall, but this one was wide.  On the right were alcoves covered in white and gold fabrics, with golden torches between them.  From this side came cries of ecstasy and pleasure, and they could glimpse men of all shapes and sizes fucking, fisting, and sucking with gusto.  To the left, the alcoves were covered in dark leather, and in them there was sounds of men in a mixture of pain and pleasure.  They saw men with hollowed out holes being piston fucked to the armpit, others strung up with rock hard cocks as their masters hung impossible weights from their balls, in one alcove, as they walked by, they caught sight of two beautiful twinks with their backs being flayed with cruel whips, and other alcoves were so dark they could not see only hear the dark sexual things happening inside

After a long walk, they reached a great wooden door with two huge horns for handles. At this their guide paused, “This is the great hall of the Great Stag,” he said solemnly, “Few men in our brotherhood, and fewer mere mortals, have been inside.”  He paused and said, “When you open these doors, you will be greeted by the Eudaemon, Lars and Anders, who are servants of Dionysus.  Please pardon me, I am late for a party with a very hot little Scottish stud.”  The giant twink practically ran down the hall to get back to his brother and Rory.  Dimitri and Conrad stood and looked at each other. Then each man squared his shoulders and grabbed a handle of the enormous door pull it open.

On the other side was a great hall, which went on so far in the dim torchlight that they could not clearly make out its end. They were greeted by the sight of two of the most beautiful young men they had ever seen, with white skin the color of Grecian marble, and bright blue eyes and pale blond hair. “We are Lars and Anders and we are servants of Dionysus,” the two said in unison.  Conrad admired their perfectly muscled physiques and big fat cocks. The young men were perfectly hairless from the neck down, and each wore nothing but a pair of sandals and small diamond tit jewelry that pierced their perfect nipples. Their fat, veiny, blue-veined cocks also sported beautiful gleaming diamond PAs. 

Each of the boys approached the men, and kissed them on the lips. Conrad gasped—he heard Dimitri do the same—as his cock shot up rock hard.  Kissing them was like touching sex itself, and both men were monetarily dazed with feelings of pleasure. Each boy led a stud into a large alcove of to one side. And as they continued to make out they reverently disrobed them, kissing them, admiring their beautiful chests and tatattos. They each took the men’s boots and pants off, and worshiped their muscular legs. Then with uncanny coordination they removed their tight straining jocks and deep throated Conrad and Dimitri’s huge cocks at the same time. Seconds later both men through their heads back shouting  as they came, a wave of powerful ecstacy washing over them.  Both men remained rock hard as the twins began giving them a increíble blow job that led to increasing waves of ecstacy.  Then abruptly they stopped.

The twins turned silently and opened two boxes, one with a fiery dragon and the other a silver fox enameled on top.  “These belong to you, Brother Dragon and Brother Woof,” they said in unison. “You left them last time you visited in your former human bearers.”  They turned and began to fit arm bands of platinum with designs worked in precious stones to the powerful biceps of each man, and then, engulfing the men’s powerful cocks in their mouths, they attached beautiful jewelled cock rings around the base of their cocks and balls.  As they stood up and kissed the men, the men felt the bands subtly adjust and resize to fit their bodies perfectly.  

Lars and Anders led the big top men down the long hall.  Much as outside, there were scenes of sex of all kinds—dark and light—happening in every alcove. But here everything was mixed together, as if they lines between pain and pleasure were unstable. As they passed one alcove, they pointed, “I think young Rory is enjoying himself.”  Inside, one of the German twins was pile driving Rory’s perfect hole while Rory gorged himself on the other’s mamoth German cock—they weren’t wrong, Rory looked like he was in pig heaven.  

Finally, as they began to reach the end of the room they could make out the Great Stag. He was a big black man, a giant of man, and his insanely big cock was so long and thick it rested on special stool. Kneeling at the end of the stool was a huge white muscle guy, whose mouth constantly took in the steady stream of fluids that leaked form the enormous shaft. As they approached, the stag tugged on a chain in his right hand and the muscle stud moved forward, and has the Stag sighed, the muscle pig began gulping as the huge demigod emptied his bladder.  The Great Stags body was increíble, huge and muscular, and he reclined in a throne-like chair with his legs splayed while a gorgeous young twink worshiped his asshole. 

The Stag smiled at them, his teeth flashing white in his dark face. “Welcome, brothers,” he said, gesturing widely, “Have a seat and partake of the pleasure of this  Great Temple while we converse.”  Lars and Anders led them over to identical chairs arranged in a kind of council circle to that of the Great Stag. As they relaxed into them, their legs splayed, out of the shadows came men who were just their types—long-limbed Latinos for Conrad and twinks for Dimitri, and as Lars and Anders began to blow them both—each of them gasping with ecstasy at the first touch of the Eudaemon’s  mouths to their cocks, some of the men dived under and began worshiping Conrad and Dimitri’s assholes. Other offered them wine from goblets and fruit from their hands.  And when Lars and Anders turned to open their hole and settled down to ride their cocks, other of the men lube up their fists and  began riding up and down each of the man’s arms. As they settled into waves of pleasure they saw that the muscle man who been drinking from the Stags hose was riding the Great Stags huge fist while a tiny twink, no more than 18 or 19, face lost in a fog of pain and ecstasy, rode the Stags huge dildo-cock from tip to base.  Soon, all three men settled back as if in a trance. 

The next thing Conrad and Dimitri knew, they were in that familiar forest from a year earlier. Only now they were together with the Great Stag around a fire in the dark woods. “Welcome, Brothers,” the Greats Stag said, “When we leave this place you will remember everything that’s happening to your bodies and now at the same time, takes a minute to adjust but I think you’ll enjoy both sets of memories.”  

The Great Stag then introduced them to the history of their Brotherhood.  How as Bearers they would live for hundreds and even T housands of years. How after tonight, they would gather a Coven in their home city and that the Stag would send an older Bearer to assist them. He also spoke of some of the great mysteries of the cult, that they would eventually find lifetime Companions who would live very very very long lives, but would not be nearly as eternal as they were. He spoke about how, with intention, when they came inside a man they could make him theirs by simply willing to own that man as they impregnated him with Dark Seed. He spoke of the great love they would feel for their companions, and the agony of their inevitable death. It was also the first time that they learned of the supranatural size to which their cocks would grow during ceremonial sex, and how their cum could heal the wounds they must first inflict on the bodies of their ceremonial partners. He then invited them to rejoin their bodies in enjoyment of the pleasure of flesh. And they did.  

While both Conrad and Dimitri came into their bodies again at the same time, we will tell this story from Conrad’s view. 

Conrad came back into his human consciousness and for the first time experienced the weirdness of having two sets of memories from the same period of time. He realized he had to somehow store them as distinct, so he tried. His body, currently, was railing one of the twins, Anders—of course he knew the difference between them now, as he felt his access growing tothe Wolf’s knowledge. He leaned down and made out, whispering, “Fuck Anders, your hole is always such delicious.”  Anders grinned and sent a wave of pleasure coursing through Conrad’s cock.  “I am glad to see you have started to integrated the White Wolf Ulf’s knowledge,” Anders said, “Look up and see what Rory has been doing.”

Conrad looked up and saw Rory was chained tightly to a pillar, his back several feet up against the stone while one of the twins held his legs and the other punched the perfect pink bubble ass all they to his huge German shoulder. Rory had been whipped brutally—he could see the unmistakable signs of a bullwhip wrapped around his torso. Both of his tits had large needles run through them and small weights dangled from the chain that ran between them. Dried blood showed other places he’d been pierced, and his body was covered in welt from canes, bite marks, and bruises from punches and slap. The minute Conrad took all of this in, Rory opened his eyes and looked straight into Conrad’s. They were black as midnight from a slam, but he shouted, “Feels so fucking good, Daddy.”  Then Conrad saw that his veins glowed blue as he watched the progress of the huge muscular arm of one the twins through the fat-free stomach of the boy.

“Rory wanted the ritual of pain so that he could take the Horn of Plenty during the Orgy of Dionysus,” Anders said, sending another wave of pure pleasure from his hole into Conrad’s swelling cock. Then Conrad remembered, the Horn of Plenty was the name for the gigantic monster cock possessed by those who occupied the office of Great Stag. The Stags cock had been a massive piece of meat during their conversations in the woods, but still human.  And the Pain and the Orgy were the twin rites of worship of the twin gods he and Dimitri were now pledged to serve.  And that meant he was going to experience a massive enlargement of his cock very soon inside the tiny little scandi twunk.

A few seconds later, a tall wiry Latino came over holding a silver tray with several points as well as bottles of an electric blue liquid. He bowed low saying, “Lord Ulf, would you care to partake?  You will be here many hours—your sacred cock and fists haven’t been on this earth for 100 years and many men are eager for you to use their holes.”  Conrad selected a smallish point for himself, a much larger one for Lars, and a very large bottle of the blue liquid (the Great Stags’s cum was a drug more potent than ecstasy). He also selected another very large bottle.  “Send that to Rory,” Conrad said, his eyes glowing blue from the Wolf, “Tell  him, Daddy Conrad, His Lord Wolf, commands that he drink all of it and that he must take the twins’ massive shoulders inside his pighole. Tell him armpit deep isn’t acceptable, and he must take more. Or I will give him days of pain greater than he endured on behalf of our Dark Lord.”  The man bowed, and Conrad spoke quietly, “Do Lars first, then me, and if you please me with your service, I shall find you and satisfy your need for deep punishment several time before we leave Berlin. I have a special arsenal of deep painful toys you will find most enjoyable.”  A light when on in the young man’s eyes and he grinned and  bowed, saying, “I would be most honored to worship the Dark Lord at your hand, my lord.”  

A few seconds later Lars and Conrad were flying, Conrad’s fist was now wrapped around his big cock as he plunged it into and out of the gorgeous little twink.  With his fist wrapped around the base of his cock, he’d plunge both cock and fist in balls deep, then fan his fingers out as he pulled out.  Anders was in pig heaven, his rosebud popping out every time, “Fuck, I’ve missed you Ulf, and Conrad, fuck you are one hot man.”  Conrad grinned and pulled out, keeping his cock out of the boy. He proceded to punch fist Anders at top speed.  Anders squealed and cried out, “Yes, Conrad, rape my godcunt. Fist me harder, Lord Ulf.”

For about an hour and half, Conrad and Anders were locked into complete and utter animalistic sex. With every thrust of cock or entrance of Conrad’s fist into his hole, Anders sent waves of intense pleasure to his top.  At one point Conrad looked up and saw that Rory was nearly glowing blue all over and that the twins were taking turns punching him to the armpit and then with only the slightest pause, pushing their big shoulders inside the little muscle pigs hole. Every time they did so, Rory cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, but he kept begging them for more. 

That’s when he heard the sacred bells chime 13 times and then for the first time in this particular preppy, Northeastern hunky football body the White Wolf, Lord Ulf, truly stirred. For the first time his pentagram glowed red and his cock achieved its massive, slab-like size, stretching the little demigods cunt wide and deep.   And Conrad and Dimitri were on the path to centuries of pleasure.