Tag, You’re It!

[SubChastity]

This story is a sequel to my previous story ‘Tag Along Kid Brother’ but should stand on its own as well. It was going to have two spin-offs but then this idea came to me…
 

Part  1:

Colin gave one final thrust of his Poz cock into Griff’s greedy hole. Griff purred contentedly as Colin’s seed poured into him
 

“Thank you, Master.”  
 

“Stay still, Griffin” Colin demanded further pushing his spent cock in the boy. He closed his eyes and waited a moment and then… ah. Relief as the chempiss he’d been needing to release emptied into Griff’s hole. 
 

Griffin felt himself getting higher and higher from the drugged field urine of his loved /master of ten years. The man who had Pozzed him and shown him the world. Who had debauched and depraved him in every glorious way plausible. The man who was the reason for his Biohazard tattoo.
 

This was the anniversary of that weekend with Tag and Tom where Griff first agreed to be Colin’s slave.  They were in Ibiza to celebrate but Griff had a feeling of unease. Colin had been acting strange. Different somehow. 
 

Now dated Colin withdrew his impressive length from Griff’s wrecked cunt.
 

Colin’s took the boy from the floor to the sling. And locked him into place. Colin then proceed to give him a piss fisting like no other. Til his gaped hole was wrecked. 
 

After Colin sighed. “You know, Griffin, my dear boy I am going to miss you and you wrecked cunt”

Through his high Griffin tried to piece together what he was hearing “Master?”

”Not anymore. I’m done with you, slave. I release you.” Colin said. The. He moved to the bedroom door and opened it and five men entered. One a twink of no more than 19 draped himself on Colin. He wore a harness and collar with a leash which he handed to Colin. 
 

“Griffin, this is Blaine. My new slave. You getting a little to old for me, love. A little too wrecked. These men here will see you out. I’ve taken the liberty to have your belongings sent to a storage unit in the town I plucked you from and have opened and account in your name with what you’ll find to be a generous parting stipend.”

Griff’s tears streamed hearing this shocking news. What was happening?! His whole World was being pulled out from underneath him. He hadn’t had contact with anyone from his old world in ten years. Had no idea who he even was without this man anymore. 
 

Colin and the new boy crossed over to him and the new boy stuck his cock in griff’s hole and started to fuck him while Colin pissed on him then forced a kiss. He was humiliated as his replacement came. Made even more humiliating by his moans of need for the cum. Then his master and the twink were gone. The other four men moved in on griffas he struggled to escape the sling but he was locked in. 
 

The Mediterranean men sneered and laughed and pawed at their belts and cocks. 
 

“Who are you? What do u want?”

”we have a job to do. A job that comes with many pleasures of the flesh for all of us one said forcing himself close to Griff and grabbing his hair, pulling his head back then spitting on Griffs face. 
 

Poppers were suddenly in his nostrils and his was rushing from that hit. Then he felt the poke of a slam and he knew he was about to take flight. As the rush hit a fist was shoved in his cunt, a cock in him mouth as wel as one pissing on him and one putting Griff’s hand on his cock. 

Griff was in orbit. 
 

*ONE WEEK LATER* 

Griff woke up on the cold concrete floor in a small cramped room.
 

His head was throbbing and as he stood up he realized he had no idea where the fuck he was. 
 

He was stark naked in a windowless room. 
He looked in the mirror and saw  a sharpie tally on his chest as well as writing that said poz pig, slam whore cum dump. 
 

Porn played on a tv and he could hear moans from rooms next to him. “Am I in a bathouse?” He wondered aloud to no one.

Ibiza. They were in Ibiza. Colin left him.
He left him- the hurt washed over him anew.
He remembered the four hung Mediterranean guys using him for days. Keeping him high and horny. He remembered a masked being slipped onto him and then things going dark as he passed out… 

There was nothing else in the room

in a locker he found a card. 

Wendimere Hotel

Room 360 

That was all it said? He turned the card over- it was in Colin’s handwriting. Was this whole thing an elaborate game? What was happening.

Wait. There were no clothes. How was he supposed to get to the hotel naked? 
 

This was going to be interesting. 
 

END PART ONE. 

We’re back. This story is ten years after the events of Tag Along Kid Brother. It’s going to some unexpected places, I think. 
I am excited to revisit my boys. 
 

 

 

Edited 3 hours ago by SubChastity

[nwohiosub]

Can’t wait to read more. I missed Tag and the others.

[dazzasboy]

Love to hear what has happened to them all over the last ten years