Timmy and the Brotherhood

[pozcubsf]

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

[bottomboyam]

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.

[seattlebbbtm]

Hot

[bottomboyam]

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. 

[SlampaBay]

Brilliant.

[pozcubsf]

This is so hot!!  Wish these studs were real

[meetme]

What I like most about this story, is the way the tops administer T as a sympathetic tool to enable the sex they want for their own pleasure.  They help with the pipe until the bottom is too overwhelmed to focus.  So the tops shotgun, and use enhanced lubes, and when needed, provide shards rectally.  It’s a fictionalized situation with no thoughts of the recovery or the cumulative effect. The hole becomes wider, the second sphincter is torn thru and the pain keeps turning to pleasure as the bottom provides for the tops while the tops sympathetically enable the bottom to provide more and more compliance seeking deeper insemination

[SPUNPIG]

That’s how I got POZZED

[bottomboyam]

5 hours ago, meetme said:

What I like most about this story, is the way the tops administer T as a sympathetic tool to enable the sex they want for their own pleasure.  They help with the pipe until the bottom is too overwhelmed to focus.  So the tops shotgun, and use enhanced lubes, and when needed, provide shards rectally.  It’s a fictionalized situation with no thoughts of the recovery or the cumulative effect. The hole becomes wider, the second sphincter is torn thru and the pain keeps turning to pleasure as the bottom provides for the tops while the tops sympathetically enable the bottom to provide more and more compliance seeking deeper insemination

When I was younger, this is exactly the approach my Master used. Tina was a tool he used to get what he wanted. And I always wanted it too. 

[meetme]

10 hours ago, bottomboyam said:

When I was younger, this is exactly the approach my Master used. Tina was a tool he used to get what he wanted. And I always wanted it too. 

You were very fortunate to be chosen by a man who understood what he would need to give you to enable you to provide what he wanted for himself and for the men he was with.  On rare occasions such men have come into my room at the baths and I’m proud to say, they have left fully satisfied.  I’ll confess meeting men like that always makes me want to meet more men.  I’ve never been so sore that I said no to contact, I think I may have fallen asleep but I hope that’s never deferred anyone from satisfaction.

[SPUNPIG]

I can’t have sex without Tina 

[meetme]

7 hours ago, SPUNPIG said:

I can’t have sex without Tina 

That’s not good for so many reasons. 

[SPUNPIG]

I’m used to it already 

[bottomboyam]

Dimitri Shows Timmy the Point

 

Dimitri awoke first, after just under six hours of sleep. His mind was racing.  Human Dimitri was ready to give the boy another Ambien and another six hours of sleep while his Daddy’s huge cock stretched the twinks outer and inner rings wide all night. Then they could start to come down, put on the sheer, tailor-made cashmere pajamas Dimitri had made before the boy even moved in, and show the boys the joys of being the kept boy of an incredibly wealthy and powerful man. But the Dragon wasn’t having it. The Dragon wanted to continue to break the boy, give him hours of pain, mixed with some pleasure, and then, when the boy had given beyond all he had and taken more than he could, slam him for the first time and make the connection between pain and pleasure forever binding.   Dimitri knew the Dragon was right—most of his brothers had given their bound boys their first slam within the first 48 hours—Dimitri had gone several days. And so he waited, ready to pounce. 

 

After a little over six hours the Ambien wore off and Timmy awoke. The huge cock, still lodged in his sore hole, throbbed and ached. Dimitri had been waiting for the moment the boy awoke. Keeping his cock firmly in place, he turned the boy onto his stomach, and used his massive arms and legs to pin Timmy’s perfect body out flat. Dimitri pulled his thirteen-inch thick gut wrecker nearly all the way out, and began to slam fuck the defenseless twink, emitting little spurts of his still potent piss into the used hole every time he pierced that quivering, red-hot sore quim to the root. For the first several minutes Timmy begged and pleaded for him to stop, but then as the new gifted piss chems mixed with the old, he began to push back with his ass, welcoming the pain of the huge tool gutting him. It still hurt like hell, but the drugs made him want, yet again, for his hole to be destroyed. Dimitri fucked wordlessly, lost in the increíble feeling of the sensitive velvet hole of his perfect boy. Every time he wold be about to come,he would slow down, gently probing the boys sweet cunt, delighting in the moans and sighs of pain and pleasure Timmy made. Finally, he could hold it in no longer, and he started punching the boys hole with his giant member until he exploded again.  

 

Timmy lay panting beaneath him, Dimitri’s cock still hard, so large it held both his inner and outer ring wide open.  After they had caught their breath, Timmy said, “Please sir, I need to take a piss.”  Dimitri smiled, and picked the boy up, cock still lodged tight. He gently fucked him as he walked him into his big bathroom. Hanging from the shower was an already-full enema bag of chempiss he and Conrad had collected at various points during the weekend from the brotherhood. He grabbed a funnel and stood the boy with his arms at angle, leaning against the marble tile, and placed the funnel under the boys cock. “Add your chempiss to the mix, boy,” he commanded.  Timmy sighed with relief as the pressure from his bladder was relieved and Dimitri gently fucked the piss out of him. 

 

Then Dimitri picked him up, removed his cock from the boy hole for the first time in hours and flipped the boy onto his hands and knees. “Chest down, arms behind you,” Dimitri ordered before cuffing the twink’s hands tightly behind him.  He then lubed the enema tube and began to slide it in. He got it in deep—Timmy was shaking at the invasion—then lubed up his rock hard tool and slide it home into the boy. He then began to piss as he released the enema bag.  Soon Timmy was feeling uncomfortably full, but just as that happened the huge mix of chems began to open him up, and soon he’d taken it all. Satisfied that the bag was empty, Dimitri withdrew the hose and using his hard cock again as a buttplug, he took the boy into the bedroom.  

 

Instead of the big bed, he took the boy around to the other side of the huge space, where he had asked a servant to bring in a low bed with rubber sheets. Arrayed around it were a bunch of dildos, depth trainers, anal beads, cruel hard depth probes and whips and paddles.  Timmy trembled—his hole was still sore—and he said “Please, master, my hole is so….”  Dimitri, eyes flaming red with the dragon, grabbed the boy around the throat and started squeezing. Just before Timmy passed out, he stopped. When the twink was fully breathing again, Dimitri whispered, “I am your lord and master. I hold all power over you and I say when your hole gets used and when it doesn’t.”   Then he grinned and bit the boys ear and whispered, “Besides, in a little while I will give your your first slam. And when I do that you will be begging for it just like you’ve begged for it the last several nights.  Sluts like you always do.”

 

Timmy actually started begging just a few minutes after the pair lay down. Dimitri said nothing, letting the hunger build in the boy. Timmy was trapped in the fetal position in the big arms as he’d been all night—so all he could do was squeeze and stroke the huge cock plugging his hole. After about thirty minutes Timmy began to sweat bullets. And Dimitri knew it was time. 

 

He grabbed a plug slightly thicker than his cock,pulled out, and shoved it in. Timmy cried out, then said “Oh please master, use me.”  Dimitri grinned, they were getting where they needed to be.  He affixed a red rubber collar around the boys neck, and cuffs on his wrists and ankles.  He slid around and lay back on the pillow with his arms wide. He pointed as his thirteen-inch monster and ordered “Suck slave, and use all that you’ve learned.  You better give your best effort or the punishment will be swift.”

 

About 45 minutes later Dimitri was enjoying the enthuastic efforts of a twink with a taste for big cock. But it was time. He could slam the boy now, but he wanted instead to torture his hole, even for just a little while. He commanded Timmy to turn around, and he grabbed the boys legs and set his hole up on his lap. He let the boy keep his poppers, and commanded that he do a hit right before he ripped the plug out. He couldn’t resist and plunged three fingers in, feeling the soft velvet hole that literally ached with Timmy’s dark desire. 

 

He reached over the grabbed one of the drug boxes scattered around and gave the boy a small booty bump. Then he grabbed a slender, soft toy with small ridges and lubed it up. He slide it in until the first ridge was inside the boy—there was almost no resistance.  “There are many ways a master can dominate a boys hole, little whore,” he said quietly. “The first two ways are when the boy is flying and open and welcomes fists and toys deep and wide.”  “The third way,” he said, gently pushing the little ridge into the boys second ring, “Is when a master tortures a boys sore asshole deep, gently and slowly teaching a boy about obedience, pleasure, and pain.” On the word pain he pushed a second ridge through the second ring stuffing the two rings into that space and putting pressure on the boys third hole. Timmy groaned and tried to take a hit of poppers but Dimitri grabbed them and removed them.  “This is about you learning to relish suffering, slave”. As he said that, he pushed that first ring through the boys third hole. Timmy cried out and quaked, but within a minute he was pushing back, his body asking for more. 

 

So for a little over an hour, Dimitri slowly pushed longer and wider dildos with balls, ridges and teardrops in and out of Timmy’s rings. Each time going a little deeper and reopening new, tighter, sore spaces.  This was delicate work, and Dimitri worked very, very slowly.  For Timmy the experience was intense. The first two toys were nearly all agony, but it was the third toy Dimitri used that broke him the first time. Dimitri had gone down in width to a toy in between the sizes of the previous two (which is should be noted were quite small depth trainers) but this toy was rigid. Instead of flexing to accommodate the boys tender rings, it demanded that they line up, obediently, giving Dimitri total control of the boys ass.

 

Now it should be noted that Timmy had taken much bigger and wider cocks—both natural and supernatural—and hands and fists over the last several days. But during those days Timmy’s ass has been kept piping hot and open through Tina, the ecstasy, and even some muscle relaxants. But now his hole was sore because it had been allowed to partially heal during his six hours of sleep with Dimitri’s hard cock inside. And if Dimitri really wanted to use him, he could just slam him and then the hole would reopen—not as wide and deep as before—but enough for them both to have a really good time. 

 

But Dimitri didn’t want the beautiful little twink to have a good time. He wanted to make him a pain pig who was innately wired to be stretched, who constantly begged for the destruction of his hole. And he’d learned that one of the best ways to do that was to make the future pig suffer, while feeding their hole just enough Tina to keep the hunger in place, and then after they were begging for abuse, to keep slowly and carefully hurting them into they couldn’t take anymore. And then give them a slightly-too-big slam. That connection of the nearly ultimate high with pain felt deep inside their hole was what made a normal man into a very special kind of pain pig. 

 

And so he gently pushed the little rigid toy into Timmy’s hole. The toy was smooth, and increased very gradually in size from about 3 inch in circumference to about 5.5 inches. It was about 20 inches in length, but Dimitri knew the boy wouldn’t get much past half of it yet. And he was fine with that—he could do this for hours and hours if he wanted to.  He’d given Timmy the poppers to use at will, but Timmy had already learned to only use them if he was really suffering because his master wold take them away if he overused them.  Timmy had no trouble with the first and second ring, as they had been in alignment even as he slept.  At the third ring he gave a small moam—Dimitri had got it in a straight line with the nearly 30 minutes of slow play with the other two soft toys, but the next trouble spot caused him to cry out. “Do some poppers,” Dimitri ordered. Timmy did, and the minute the hole relaxed, Dimitri pushed about a 1/2 an inch, Timmy groaned, but the hole stayed loose, so Dimitri gently kept slowly pushing. He felt resistance and instead of stopping, he very gently fucked the spot, slightly changing directions, trying to see if it was a new ring of muscle or just the path swollen shut.  And although he fucked with the slightest, most delicate strokes, to Timmy it was agony. The thin hard head of the thing felt like it was activating every pain sensor in his hole and he was giving little screams. Timmy tried to move forward, to get his ass away from Dimitri, but Dimitri grabbed his thin waist and increased the strokes to 1/2 inch lengths. “Take the pain boy, open up,” Dimitri said, his cock hard as a rock under the boys stomach and drooling precum.  “If I have to restrain you, you won’t have poppers,” he said coldly, “Do a hit now.”  

 

Timmy hung his head, knowing that deep down he really wanted this, and took a big hit. The spot opened and the tool went forward, Dimitri keeping subtle pressure on it, it went another entire 3/4 inch before it hit another hard place and Dimitri stopped. The boy groaned, “Fuck daddy, fuck.”  Dimitri smiled and started light fucking the spot, this time subtly shifting the direction of the toy, seeking entrance, Timmy giving little cries each time. “Take a four big hits of poppers,” Dimitri commanded, “then gently push out like we taught you before.”  Timmy obediently replied, and when he Dimitri felt the boy push back Dimitri pushed, a bit harder, and the toy went in another full inch.  Dimitri stopped pushing and just kept his thumb on the toy, keeping a constant pressure. Because the boy was still flying from the poppers, the pressure slowly inched the toy in. Dimitri kept the pressure up, slow and steady—this had taken decades of practice to perfect—and the toy sunk deeper, about 3/4 of inch. Dimitri kept the pressure steady but the toy stayed put. Dimitri smiled, this one was going to hurt. 

 

As he began to come down Timmy could really feel the hard stick in his ass. He groaned, and then his ass spasmed and he shrieked. “Suck on that with your asshole boy, control you hole,” Dimitri said, “If you clamp down it’s going to hurt worse.”   As he did as he was told, the thing went slowly deeper.  Timmy groaned and he felt his body freeze, pain deep in his gut, but he knew he had to try to keep suckling or it would be bad. They reached a spot, though were the pain was too searing and intense and the toy stopped. Timmy moaned, just the very faint pressure Dimitri was using ached. Timmy could tell Dimitri liked this—the man’s huge cock throbbed underneath his stomach, making his abs wet with precum. 

 

Dimitri kept him like that, for just a few seconds. Then he said, “Push back boy, hard.”  When Timmy did he felt the toy enter whatever deep and painful ring or place this was and keep going. Dimitri pushed harder and the toy slide forward, a second later Dimitri used his friend hand to delivery a huge, painful spank it the twinks ass and the toy jerked forward. Timmy screamed loudly. Dimitri immediately stopped, watching as Timmy writhed and jerked beneath, his colon painfully cramping around the toy, adjusting and straightening. Dimitri just let it happen, and as it subsided, he said flatly “You will learn to control your hole. Make your hole massage that thin rod.”  Timmy struggled to comply, his body shaking. Dimitri smiled, his eyes tinted red with the Dragons cruelty, so close to breaking he could taste it. It was time. 

 

He kept a slight pressure leaned forward and put the toy against the space below his pecs.  Reaching around with both long arms he grabbed the boys wrists and the same time and in a swift motion, locked each each wrist to each ankle. Then, he affixed the ankle cuffs to a rope tied to the rubber bed on each side and tightened Timmy into complete bondage. 

 

Next Dimitri took his each of his big hands and licked  his two longest fingers all around  making them quite wet. Then he licked the space between them and then about inch below that on the front and back of his hand. He then lay his each hand down into a wide tray in a drugs box on each side of the boy and coated all the wet areas of both with Tina crushed into an ultra fine powder. 

 

Leaning slightly forward, he  began to apply a constant pressure to the tool, pushing harder against the soft tender sore spot with his massive chest. He lined  a Tina-coated hand in the small bird shape on either side of the thin roof. “Push out slut” he ordered.  As Timmy did, Timmy drove both his his  hands into the boy around the toy heading quickly for the second hole. He drove his two fingers and most  of both palms in hard though the second hole, and then he began to quickly move his palms and hands around to deposit the Tina in as many spots as he could. 

 

Timmy went immediately rigid and despite being bound, the sudden painful push made him levitate, as the two fists brutally entered him he screamed, then began screaming as second hole began flaming with the fire of Tina. When Dimitri was satisfied most of the Tina was distributed, he pushed  his hands forward until both wrists were resting inside the boys second hole. 

 

Then he waited, relishing the boys distress, surprise, and fear. He kept a constant pressure from his chest on the toy, which was now about 2/3 of the way in. It took the boy several minutes to settle down, for the Tina to start working its magic. And then with little screams of agony, the boys deepest hole opened in a spasm the he took another inch. He pressed harder with his powerful chest, and Timmy groaned. And then over and over until the toy was buried all the way, Timmy’s spasmed, devouring the toy like the hungry pussy he was becoming.  Each time Timmy screamed with agony, then paused, and Dimitri felt the moment the drugs addled his brain and his mind subciously opened his hole and another inch went in. 

 

Dimitri was perfectly still, waiting to see if the boy would break. Timmy struggled at the simultaneous sudden deep pain and the massive stretch in his much looser outer hole.  He struggled to understand what Dimitri had done. He realized he was utterly helpless, bound tightly and all he could do was try to accommodate what the man demanded. He decided the deep penetration was the part that hurt the most. He’d been stretched so much in his outer two holes that they were more forgiving. He struggled to calm down, to control his hole.  He tried to suckle on the deep pain, to welcome it. Suddenly as the need for hard use, that dark magic of the Tina rush, reached his deepest colon.   Timmy relaxed his tense shoulders and loosened his abdomen, settling his abs back down on the huge, dripping cock of his Lord and Master. “Hurt me, my lord, hurt me!” Timmy shrieked, “Hurt me! Please, I beg you, use me!”

 

Dimitri let him beg, feeling the gorgeous little Twink’s need grow. The boys hair was plastered to his head and sweat dripped off of him because of his suffering. He didn’t move a muscle because despite his begging, the boy wasn’t ready for more. He was broken, yes—Dimitri’s cock throbbed—and even if Dimitri did nothing else to him tonight, was locked into craving this kind of use, of needing it.  But his body hadn’t  caught up with the surrender of his soul. 

 

So Dimitri waited, and waited, a full five minutes. Then convinced the need was real and the hole was as calm as it could possibly get given what he’d just done to it. “I own you boy,” Dimitri said, gently sliding his smaller left hand back out of the boys second ring. The boy sighed as the intense pressure in his inner hole was relived a bit. “I am your only source of. pleasure”, Dimitri said flatly, his hand gently massaging the walls of boy’s outer hole. “And I am also a source of pain.”  As he said the word pain, Arthur used his thumb to reach down in the boys open rectum and gently push the long toy deeper and deeper. Timmy groaned, “Hurt me, master,” and Dimitri pushed the toy firmly. Timmy’s deepest cunt was open and welcoming for the first three inches, but the last four were much harder. Dimitri slowed down but he did not stop. The boy was beyond receiving any such consideration and Dimitri pushed until its base was lodged right at the begginig of the boys second hole. Timmy was again rigid, struggling, but he did not scream or cry out. He worked hard to open himself, to accept this new defilement, to take on this new world of pain. 

 

Dimitri smiled and began gently fucking the boy, making minute adjustments, fucking the deep spot in multiple directions, stretching the hole. Timmy struggled, but the Tina was making him crave the pain of this new, cruel stretch. Dimitri paused for about 30 seconds, then he made his smaller hand into a small, partial fist, and grabbing hold of the toy he began to pull out of the boys outer hole, gently and slowly stretching the hole. Timmy moaned, and arched his back, as Dimitri slowly stretched his rectum wide.  

 

Almost as soon as he was out of the boy with the smaller hand he reminded him of his power with his bigger hand still buried in the boys second hole.  He began to gently push, trying to gain deeper purchase.  He didn’t want to get far, just remind Timmy of all the ways he owned his hole. He reached a deeper place that still mostly swollen, aiming his longest finger in the center of the hole he pushed forward gently.  Timmy froze in pain, already panting. “I am your Lord,” Dimitri said quietly,  keeping a slight, but constant pressure with his entire folded hand on the sore spot. As Timmy’s hole gave way just slightly, Timmy started shaking.  Dimitri kept this up until his hand was in the velvet, red hot flesh to Dimitri’s huge knuckles. Timmy was shaking and rigid at the same time, mouth open at the violation. Dimitri held it there and the minute the boy began to calm, he pushed very slightly harder until his knuckles were enveloped in hot flesh. And then he began to gently fuck, slowing increasing his movements until his hand was withdrawing and entering the sore spot like it was a ring of muscle. 

 

For Timmy it felt like a burning tree trunk was fucking him, but as time went on, he began to crave it. When the boy began to clearly participate, pushing back, Dimitri went in slowly deeper, making Timmy buck and neigh like a horse bit by a snake. Dimitri smiled darkly, and began to slowly move his hand around. Timmy went rigid, and began struggling. Dimitri kept him at this point of discomfort for a few minutes then he straightened his direction and pushed, ever so gently, until Timmy was quaking in pain. Satisfied the boy was at the edge of losing it, he gently gave a small flex of his hand and keeping his fist ever so largely enlarged he moved just a milimeter forward and stopped.  The boy was in agony at first, the cruel fist felt like fire, but, as Dimitri waited, testing the boys brokenness.  And sure enough Timmy began to crave it. Dimitri smiled darkly and made his folded bird fist just a little harder and took some more swollen hole. Now Timmy lost it, and despite his bounds, tried to get away yelping and begging. But he could go no where, his ankles and wrist firmly fastened together, his hole exposed for whatever cruelties his Master inflicted. 

 

Dimitri knew this was enough and, leaving his fist enlarged he gently began to pull back, occasionally pausing to gently fist fuck the boyhole forearm deep. Timmy immediately switched gears from whining in pain to being wild with pleasure, wanting the fist fuck to never end. Dimitri gave him just enough to leave his hole hungry until he got to the boys outer hole. Then he slowly made a big fist, turned it square, and every so slowly gave the little cunt’s rectum a huge wide painful stretch. 

 

Timmy lay panting, and sweat trickled off of him from the enormous effort his body had just been through. Dimitri grabbed a small rock, put on his palm, balled his fist up, and went in. He leaned forward, and with his free hand, roughly turned the boys head for some rough kissing.  “What are you boy?” Dimitri demanded. “I am your slave, my lord,” Timmy said eyes wide and serious, “I am nothing but a hole, a cunt, a pussy for you to destroy.”  “Damn right you are,” Dimitri said, he then made his fist smaller and pushed until Timmy was rigid and panting, and Dimitri was about six inches from his giant elbow, and he released the rock into the boypussy and slowly slid out. He smiled, eyes glowing red from the dragon. It was time to break the boy a second time.

 

He restrained the boy further, strapping one arm out straight but immovable and strapping his thighs and legs until he was immobilized. He strapped Timmy’s head to one size, making a vein in his neck available should he decide to point him there. He slipped a small poppers mask around the boys face and gave him the little push button to squeeze. He was giving the boy few choices. Timmy’s role was to be a hole. 

 

Dimitri lined up a very long, semirigid toy. It was  a stack of four teardrop shaped plugs, each one growing larger, the final one a real cunt wrecker for the boy’s stretched out first hole. He choose a medium size one, too large for the boy to take comfortably. Timmy would have to work. 

 

Sliding the first plug in was easy, but going in the second hole was slower. The head of the first teardrop went through the second hole smoothly, but Timmy moaned as the business end stretched him. Dimitri smiled, this was going to be fun. He gave the boy a second and then pushed, the first head sliding through the long length of the sigmoid colon as the second plug entered the space and the third, much larger plug stretched Timmy’s rectum. He worked slowly but deliberately, and saw the boy wisely using the poppers to help. The boy cried out as the big end of the teardrop entered his second hole. Dimitri slowed down, ostensibly for kindness but really so the boy would feel the stretch. 

 

When he got the third ring to its widest point in the boys outer hole he stopped, knowing that meant he was stopping the stretch of the other parts of the boy at the most difficult point. Timmy was panting, saying softly “Oh, oh, oh.”  Dimitri pulled the toy back. “Breathe out completely, slave,” Dimitri ordered, “Then full your lungs full of poppers.  Do it twice”.   

 

Timmy complied and this time he slowly pushed the toy so that all three plugs were inside. Timmy was silent and rigid, then he remembered himself and started to try to slow his breathing, groaning as his hole spasmed around the deep fullness.  After giving g the boy about thirty seconds, Dimitri ordered him to do another two full hits of poppers. And as he breathed out the second hit, Dimitri slowly pulled the toy out. 

 

Dimitri did this routine over and over again, never going deeper than the third plug. As the boys hole loosened, he’d push the toy in to the third plug, then pull it back to its widest point and hold it.  Each time he did this wide stretch, he’d increase the time he made the boy’s hole hold the big stretch.  Then, as  the hole loosened more, he started gently and slowly fucking the boy with the toy—starting with a gentle rocking and working up to brining the thing out about midway.  Finally, satisfied the boy was loosening up, he lodged the big toy in and ordered the boy to do four complete hits of poppers, breathing out all the way and then inhaling the strong chemicals until his lungs were full.  

 

When the boy did the fourth big hit, Dimitri began to gently push. He worked very slowly, allowing the boys cunt to open. He kept the pressure on, but did not force it. This was a massive toy going quite deep. It would be causing enough sensations at the line of pleasure/pain on its own. When the toy got to right before the widest point, he paused. “Do another four big hits of poppers, little whore,” Dimitri ordered, “Then very gently push out.” Dimitri pushed the toy gently as he felt the boy obey his order, and the toy slid into its widest point.  He would have slid right in, but Timmy’s destiny was to suffer, and so he paused.  Timmy struggled, panting as the very wide parts of the toy stretch him from deep inside to his rectum.  Then Dmitri gently pushed all four plugs home. 

 

Timmy groaned deeply, panting heavily, but Dimitri was proud to see he didn’t tense up. “Fuck,” Timmy breathed, “Oh fuck that’s deep, hurts daddy, hurts so good.”  Dimitri smiled. It was time. He grabbed a .3 point and tied the boys arm off.  Working quickly he swabbed, then inserted the point into his own vein: Timmy was getting infected with his strain no matter what. Then he inserted the needle in the twinks beautifully defined arm, registered and slowly depressed the needle. As soon as the drugs were in the boys veins he deftly removed the needle and the arm tie, and let the boy cough and fly. 

 

Timmy was chanting the mantra of all bottoms who were pointed for the first time, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”  Dimitri grinned, and returned to the boys hole. He grabbed the big toy and as he gently began to push, he said, “Yep, I am going to fuck you good.”  He gently pushed the toy until he had about an inch of the handle buried inside the boy. Then he gently pulled the toy out and started again, doing this over and over and each time burying just a little more of the handle up the boys chute. 

 

Timmy for his part was lost.  His hole was like a dark void, he’d never felt such hunger.  Strange and terrible energies surged inside him, and every fuck of the huge toy felt like agony and bliss. When his hole was empty for those few seconds, as Dimitri let the twinks rose close before fucking him again, though, now that yawning emptiness was nothing but pure agony. “Fuck me,” Timmy panted, “Fuck me.”

 

Dimitri smiled, and went up a size. Dimitri went slow, but even as high as he was, Timmy could definitely fill it. Dimitri was relentless and he pushed the big toy home.  Timmy was panting and groaning around the monster.  Dimitri paused for a second and then pushed in another inch. Timmy went rigid in shock, Dimitri paused again, and then slowly pushed as the boy’s hole opened despite everything and the handle of the toy was buried another inch. Timmy cried out, surprised at the fuck. Dimitri gave him a minute and slowly pulled out. 

 

He then went back down a size, pushing the toy in harder, once it was in he began rocking the toy until the hole loosed enough that he could gently fuck him.  He removed the smaller toy and then pushed the larger toy in,  burying about half the handle in before stopping. Timmy’s hole was so needy, he didn’t go rigid, although he did shout out. Dimitri then pulled the toy out and began to alternate between the two until the hole was loose enough he could gently fuck him with the bigger toy. He did this for a long time—probably an hour, before he went up another size, very slowly filling and stretching the boy with a even more giant tool. As the toy entered him, he reached down and hit the release valve on the poppers tube, meaning the boy was inhaling poppers with every breather. 

 

When the hole finally took the massive final plug, the boy was filled deep with a tool the size of the third ring of the second toy. His second ring has been stretched with a third plug the size of the fourth ring, and a massive fourth one was  lodged inside his rectum. It was the largest toy Timmy had ever taken, and Dimitri had made him take it before he was ready. 

 

As Dimitri knew he would, Timmy had taken the toy smoothly. But it was a huge, shocking stretch.  Timmy was breathing and panting hard. Dimitri smiled and loosened the kids bonds, leaving his hands and ankles strapped down. and brought the boy’s swearing face up and started fucking the kids throat deep. After he’d cum down the boys throat, choking the willing, tweaked slave with rope after rope of cum, he pulled a paddle out.  He gave the boy ten hard spanks on each cheek to make him tense up and release and around d the huge toy. Then he unstrapped him, and tongue half-way down the beautiful dark haired twinks throat, he him in the sling. He gave him a fresh bottle of poppers and replaced the poppers mask around his nose, giving the kid free use of the poppers. 

 

Dimitri used the gorgeous little cunt for hours and hours. The big slam continued its dark work and the boy took everything his Master demanded. Dimitri had given himself a small point so he could keep up with the needy twink pussy. He never went up in size beyond what he’d used—he had at least a century and probably more with the boy, so he was in no hurry. But he constantly changed the shape, rigidity, and intensity of the hole play. He’d spend half an hour with one toy, then punch the boy with his squared fist, then feed him a big chain of balls, ripping it out always a little too fast.  He’d fuck him, sometimes with his fist inside.  Throughout the Dark Lord remained in charge of the boys hole and Timmy would beg for more. 

 

Finally, the energy of the slam began to wane. As it did Timmy began to come down, to come into himself. As he did, Dimitri noticed a change in him, a change he’d breen banking on. Timmy looked at him with a gaze of utter devotion and reliance. His angelic face needy, he begged his master to slam him again, to let him experience that again. But Dimitri denied this, telling the boy he would have many slams over several lifetimes, but now he should be content and let his Master have his hole. 

 

And so Dimitri used the boy until the hole began to get sore again, fisting the boys deepest depths in their fiery heat. Timmy remained horny and still high, but he began to see the wisdom of his master’s decision to wind things down. So, finally Dimitri picked the boy up and gave the boy’s hole a cleansing enema. He then carried him into the bedroom and gave him a final fuck, reluctantly pulling his big cock out afterwards. After Timmy cleaned the huge tool with his mouth, the boy swallowed two Ambien with a mouthful of Dimitri’s piss. And they slept.