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MATT HENSHAW looked like a young God. He had a new haircut which framed his clean-cut rich boy teenage good looks, and his body was more buff than ever. When he went to a party with his school or town friends, every cunt there wanted his huge dick and was ready to dump her boyfriend to get it. It's difficult to understand how a person can possess that much charisma, but some dudes just do. Some teenage dudes are so charismatic that when you are in their presence, all you can do is think about their fat cocks. You sneak glances at the dick lumps in their pants, and you wonder when was the last time they fucked or masturbated.It's shameful but true. You are constantly aware of what a sexual creature they are. Even when they are talking about sports, or school, or work or family, YOU are always thinking about their fuckmeat. You are always wondering what your chances are to be able to suck that big dick or have it fuck you. Matt affected everyone that way. The mothers of his friends would masturbate furiously the moment he left their houses. They would have left their husbands and families for a fuck from Matt Henshaw. Oh and to be sure, he did fuck the nice looking moms of his schoolmates. He loved to watch them crawl across the floor, drooling for his dick. Just the other week, the thirty-four year old mother of one of his school jock friends had knelt before Matt's huge swinging leaking dick crying because he would not allow her to lick it or suck on it. He only allowed her to catch the cock leak as it hung from his prick and to scoop that up on her tongue.
"Please, Please Matt, let me lick your dick, please. I've been good. I've done everything you told me to. Please, I have to have your dick!" Her face was covered with his cock leak and it glistened in the afternoon sunlight pouring through the window. He smiled down at her. She was such a fucking slut, but a good looking middle-aged piece of ass.
"Have you been a good little slut? HAVE YOU BEEN A GOOD LITTLE WHORE FOR ME?" Matt tensed his hips so his big cock bounced, sending sprays of pre-fuck down on to her face. She nodded, extending her tongue to catch more cock slime bringing it dangerously close to his dickhead. If she touched it by accident without permission, he would probably dump her on the spot. She knew that.
He bent over a bit, hands on his knees. His dick and balls hung obscenely large and full. "How badly do you want my fuckmeat, huh?"
"Oh god, so badly. So very badly. I'd do anything for you, you know that Matt!" Her fingers were fucking in and out of her cunt, as he liked her to do. He had told her that in his presence, except when her family was around, she should always show him what a fucked-up dirty piece of whore cunt meat she was.
"Did you do what I told you to and go to the high school Parent/teen counseling session wearing a really short skirt and thin blouse with no bra and panties?"
"Yes, Matt, I did. Oh please let me lick your cock! Everyone looked at me like I was a whore."
"You are a whore! Your own son won't talk to yo any more since I showed him those pictures of you sucking my dick. He's ashamed of his own mother. He will never love you again. He is disgusted by you. He thinks his own mother is a piece of shit! All because you can't get enough of my dick, you fucking slug!" He slapped her face with his hard dick, and she loved it. "No bras and panties ever from now on. Do you fucking understand? I ever see you with a fucking tit sling on, and I dump you like that!" He slapped her face again with his teenage fuck meat.
"But, what will I say to my husband? And My brother is a priest!" Her mouth hung open with strings and globs of teen boy pre-fuck coating her lips.
"I don't give a fuck. If you want my dick, from now on, you wear only short skirts and very very thin blouses with no panties or bras. If your blouses are not thin enough, look for another cock to drool over, cause I won't be here. Have you got that?" He lifted one bare foot and kicked her in the tits, sending her falling over. "You need to get with the program, bitch! How bad do you want this dick?"
She was crying now, her eye make-up leaving black trails down her cheeks. "I want your cock so bad. I need your cock!"
"Then, set up a date for me. I want to fuck your daughter!"
Her lower jaw dropped. Her eyes grew wide. "What? Not Melissa! She's only twelve years old, for God's sake."
"You blew it!" He turned and scooped up his jeans from off the couch and started to step into them. She could not bear the thought that that magnificent cock would soon be covered and out of sight. She sobbed and threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his legs.
'Oh please no, please...don't take your cock away. I haven't sucked it in two days. Please! Dear God, don't do this to me!"
But Paul, like God, was a cruel taskmaster. He slapped her away.
"You blew it, bitch! Now if you want my dick, you are going to have to work hard for it. You are going to have to prove to me, you really need it. Here is what I want, and you've got two days to do it, or I will never see you again. First, you set up a fuckdate for me and Melissa! I want to pop that little cunt's cherry. I will also be fucking her asshole and mouth. I might allow you to lick the cunt and ass juice off my dick, if you are a good slut. Second, if you want me back, you will have to suck off your son!"
"Josh hates me. You know he does. He knows I suck you, and he wishes I was dead! He won't even speak to me!"
"So you have quite a challenge ahead of you then, don't you? I want you to suck his dick! Whatever it takes. You've got two days to do it."
Two days later, she was back sucking Matt's huge prick. She had done what he asked. He fucked Melissa a few times, broke her in good to dick, and then passed her on to his buddies. She sucked the cock of her own son who also beat her mercilessly. The boy had anger issues. Strangely but understandably enough, Josh had no anger toward Matt. He rather idolized the rich teen.
And now, Matt sat in a straight backed metal chair in a large almost empty room in a mental facility, as across from him, a naked and bleary eyed Paul Marshall, knelt like an animal awaiting commands. On either side of Paul stood two well built attendants. They had both fucked Paul Marshall too many times to count. Matt snapped his fingers and Paul crawled across the room. He crawled perfectly. He knew better than to make any mistakes. He would do anything...anything to avoid any more electro-shock therapy sessions. He reached Paul and kept his eyes trained on the large bulge in the high school senior's pants. He had been trained to look only at guys' dicks.
"How's my little faggot coming alone?" Matt extended one athletic shoe clad food, and Paul immediately lowered his cute young head and began to lick the shoe.
"He's doing real good, mr. Henshaw! Course it ain't easy. We got to keep an eye on him day and night."
Matt smiled, lifting his foot so Paul could lick the bottom of the shoe."That's what I pay you for."
"Yes Sir. We are starting him in this week on sucking dog dick and taking dog pizzle up his ass."
"Oh good. That will be so nice for him, won't it, Matt? I can't wait until your Mom and Dad get to watch you suck dog dick."
But Paul's slavery was to take a different turn from what one might expect. At this juncture fate seemed to step in and take a hand. To understand events as they fell out, we must travel now, half way around the world to Bangkok Thailand.
The clinic of a young doctor in Bang Na, a suburb of Bangkok. A young doctor with perversions of his own. A boy of fourteen is lying on an examination table. The boy is naked and very beautiful. A beautiful young Thai boy, in the bloom of youth. Next to the table, the young doctor, who is sporting a painful erection under his surgical gown, is about to place a speculum or cunt spreader into the boy's asshole.
"Bro! Pom sia chai..." (Please, I'm sorry) the school boy whimpers. No one in the room knows exactly why he whimpers this, as he has done nothing wrong. He is assuming out of terror that he must have made some terrible mistake. the truth is simply that the third gentleman in the room wants to see the boy's ass abused and molested. The third man in the examination room is a young middle-aged half Asian. He is amazingly well built and even more amazingly dressed. He wears a hand made short sleeve light cotton shirt of off white, open at the neck to reveal a thick gold chain with a Buddha hanging from it. The open shirt reveals enough of his smooth chest to show he has very well developed pecs. The trousers are loose pleated casual slacks that cost eight hundred dollars in the U.S. He wears hand made Moroccan sandals.
He stands next to the table, studying the fear on the boy's face more than his smooth naked beautiful body. He sips an ice cold Martini, created by his twenty-one year old Asian assistant, who hovers in the background. ready to go into action at his master's slightest need.
The man steps up to the table and rests the side of the ice cold glass on the boy's cheek. "Calm down, my young friend. You have done nothing wrong. If you are a good boy, everything will be fine, and you will be back with your family by nightfall. We're just going to play some games with you. Some simple little games. Nothing to worry about. Now try to relax so the doctor here can get the speculum up your tight little fourteen year old asshole. Thsi is necessary before we can commence to the central part of our game."
The young doctor chuckles as he inserts the tip of the metal instrument into the tiny hole of the boy's anus. The boy is a popular boy at his school and a good athlete. He is fun loving and has a really good attitude. Much of that will change this morning. The boy tries to twist away from the ice cold instrument which the doctor has kept in the refrigerator on purpose. After all, the boy's discomfort is the prime goal of this game.
"If you struggle, I might hurt you, and I don't want to. Hold still please. Oh, this boy certainly has a tiny tight asshole."
"You should see him on the soccer field. He is a star athlete. I've been watching him for some time. Lie still, Somchai." The man's smooth hand rests on the chest of the naked boy and gently toys with the kid's nipple.
"Please, I'm scared! I'm really scared. Let me go home!" You can see the terror in the boy's eyes. His young smooth body trembles almost uncontrollably.
The handsome half-asian chuckles at the boy's fear. "Nothing to be afraid of. Just be a good boy and do what we say. Now you're going to have to be a good boy and lift your legs. Otherwise we are are going to tie them up. We need to get some really good photos and movies of this." The half-
asian man nods toward an eighteen year old kid working both a video camera and a small digital.
"You are going to be very famous, Somchai. Hundreds of very wealthy men all over the world are going to watch the games we play today."
The boy throws his head. "I don't want anyone to see me naked. Please!"
"You have nothing to be ashamed of. You have a very attractive fourteen year old body. Look at that nice dick and that full young ball sack. You're going to be quite the ladies man when you get older, my friend." The man reached down and gently massaged the boy's scrotum. They helped the terrified kid hold his legs up and open while the doctor inserted the cold metal instrument into his tight little asshole.
"Please, please,that hurts so much!"
"Now don't be a baby, we haven't even started to open the speculum yet. We're going to stretch your asshole, Somchai, to make it easier for you to take the apples! And of course the apples will make it easier for you to take the doctors hand and arm! Get a close up of the boy's nipples, will you. He has beautiful young tits. I would love to take some time to work on them, but our clients want an ass opening and that is what we must give them."
The boy whimpered and then moaned and then screamed as his tiny young asshole was spread open wider and wider by the doctor. At one point he could not take the pain any longer and he began to thrash and fight on the table.
"Listen to me, Somchai. Think of this as a kind of test. You wouldn't want anything to happen to your nice family, would you? Your father and mother and little sister and brother. It's up to you. If you want to protect them, then you need to be a really good boy today. Now Lie still will you, and try to smile at the camera."
The threat was enough to freeze Somchai's blood. He tried to keep his smooth brown young body still while his asshole was painfully stretched wider and wider. The kid with the cameras moved in for a close-up of the asshole.
"His face," the man ordered. "Don't forget to capture his face. It's there that pain and fear register. That's what makes our clients shoot their loads! Seeing a young boy in absolute agony and filled with horror!
The boy's asshole was opened up like a cunt now. Never had the boy felt such pain. He felt like his ass was being ripped to pieces.
"I think that is as far as we can safely go." the young doctor said, pleased with his work and trying to control the leaking hard on in his trousers.
The man with the martini leaned down to take a look. "Nonsense, you can go much farther than that. My clients won't pay to see that! Open up that boytwat!"
"Yes sir, but the ass lips might rip!"
The man rested one hand on the doctor's shoulder. "It's your job to see they don't. Otherwise why the fuck would I need a doctor? If I wanted to just rip open a boy's asscunt, I could have one of my men do it. Look at that stretched asshole. We are never going to be able to get three or four apples up his twat this way. Relax doctor, you are as nervous as the boy. Take some deep breaths. Then, I want to see this beautiful young asshole opened up twice as large as it is now." Somchai on the table heard this and wailed in anguish.
The doctor mopped the sweat form his brow and continued to stretch the asshole of the fourteen year old student. The cameras caught every wrinkle in the sweet boy's tortured face. At one point he big his tongue, and the man kindly provided a small rubber plug for the kid to bite down on. In his pain, the boy threw his head from side to side, his hair wet with sweat. It was quite poetic and beautiful. The young teen asshole was finally stretched to obscene proportions.
The man smiled. "You see, doctor, you don't know your own skill! Look at the fine work you did. You have turned the virgin asshole of a fourteen year old boy into a stretched out cunt. The boy's entire body is vibrating with pain. It's a work of art. And we haven't even started yet."
'Puh-lease take it out. It's ripping me apart. Please take it out!" the boy moaned, the words hardly intelligible through is pain.
"Just relax, Somchai, while the doctor here has a drink. He's been working hard. We have to leave it in for a bit so the inner rectum stretches. Then we can remove it and get on to the really fun part of the game."
Just then, the mood was shattered by the ring of a cell phone. The ring tone was the melody of a Tibetan throat song. The man's assistant dug his hand into his trousers and pulled out an iphone. He listened for a moment, then held out the phone to his employer.
"I'ts an emergency call from America. It's about that Jeb Henshaw thing. Apparently Jeb Henshaw is running for Governor and strong arming influential citizens to vote for him. If he got in, it would be very bad for our business."
The man turned holding out his hand for the phone. "Henshaw has a son, doesn't he, high school age?"
The assistant nodded. "Matt Henshaw, a really popular but obnoxious bully. Like his father, he pretty much gets what he wants."
The man smiled a half smile, just the corners of his mouth tilting up a bit and placed the ice cold martini glass on the stomach of the pain wracked teenage boy on the table.
"Keep your legs up," he said to the fourteen year old student with the obscenely stretched asshole. Then he put the phone to his ear.
"Mr. Black here!"
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