Literary slave

As Darren spent an agonizing night cramped, stuffed, gagged and hooded in his metal prison, Clint and Pete slept comfortably in the main farmhouse that their erstwhile slave had paid for and stocked with food and provisions for weeks to come.  They enjoyed the beer that Darren had bought, the food and snacks, and spent a leisurely night watching television – oblivious to the suffering that they had inflicted or would inflict on the pathetic young man that they had restrained in one of the farm’s outbuildings.  After sending off an email to Darren’s soon to be owner with a progress report, Clint logged off of the computer, and headed off to sleep.  In the dungeon, Darren tried to wriggle his body as best he could to find some small degree of comfort, and moaned softly into his gag as he cried himself to sleep out of sheer exhaustion.

It was 8am when Pete and Clint powered up the lights in the dungeon from the main power switch outside of the building.  If Darren had been able to see anything from behind the heavy rubber hood in which his head was encased he would have known that the second day of his enslavement was about to start.  As it was, the muffled sound of father and son laughing and chatting as they approached the metal prison that held their captive was the first and only warning that the author received.

Darren could hear all of the locks being undone and the hasps being folded back even before he heard Pete grunt and groan as he maneuvered the heavy steel lid of the confinement box off of the top of the cell.  The first actual contact that he felt was Clint reaching under his shoulders and yanking him up into a standing position.  Darren screamed in agony through the inflatable gag in his mouth as his cramped and locked joints were immediately forced to straighten after so many hours of imprisonment.  Shaky on his feet, his upright posture did not last long as the giant brute delivered a clubbing punch to the slave’s midsection.  Doubled over the edge of the steel box, Pete then grabbed hold of the slave’s bound arms and used them to flip him right out of the crate.  As Darren landed heavily on the cement floor, he thought that one of his shoulders would surely dislocate.  Matters were not helped any by Clint yanking and tugging on Darren’s injured wings as he unfastened the arm binder that had held them fast all night long.  Next the gag was deflated, and the rubber hood removed – the light was a blinding but welcomed sight for the abused author – he had never been a fan of the dark and being kept that way for so many hours had induced another level of fear in him that added to his submission to his two captors.  There was still the matter of the inflated sphere in the slave’s ass – something that Clint would ensure he would not escape quite so easily.

“Let’s see here…I guess we need to empty the slut’s cunt as our next order of business Pete.  Whaddya say we have ourselves a little fun at the same time?”  This was not what Darren wanted to hear.  He was dragged over to the same bondage frame that had held him tight while receiving his multiple and severely punishing enemas the day before, and fastened just as tightly within its grip.  From behind, Clint deflated and then re-inflated the invader several times  - to give the walls of Darren’s pussy a “fresh stretching” as he put it.  Once this had been done several times, the sadist left it inflated about half way, still a sizable object on the internal side of the slave’s battered sphincter.  “Now look here bitch, if you want that plug out of yer snatch, yer gonna have to do the rest of the work.  I wanna see and hear you straining to shit out that plug, and it ain’t comin out until you pass it on yer own like a gigantic turd you hear?”  Darren could not believe what he was hearing!  There was no way that he could pass this huge lump of rubber that his abusers had left inside of him – no matter how hard he tried.  Clint must have been reading Darren’s thoughts, because he then supplied what he deemed to be motivation.  “Here’s the deal slag…either you pass that plug on yer own within the next five minutes, or we’re gonna use this here speculum to open ya up so Pete here can go in and get it.”  Clint held up a veterinary speculum used to dilate large livestock – it’s three metal projections looking like instruments of extreme pain from Darren’s point of view.  Immediately the bound author began straining and pushing – desperate to expel the semi-inflated rubber plug from his ass.  From behind, Clint could see his slut’s hole open and dilate, exposing the black shiny surface of the rubber sphere within, only to have it disappear and be sucked back in to the depths of Darren’s rectum after each attempt.  After a few minutes passed, Darren was gasping for air and covered in sweat…and Pete began coating the arms of the speculum with a thick layer of grease.

At first the intrusion of the speculum caused no pain or discomfort whatsoever as Darren felt Pete begin to slide it home into his ass from his perch on a low stool right behind the slave’s ass.  But as the instrument became wider, and continued it’s journey inward it produced a painful stretch to the lips of the slave’s hole, and drove the rubber plug further along his interior passage. Once several inches of metal were seated deep in Darren’s cunt, the true stretching began.  Pete started to slowly turn the screw on the speculum, opening its metal wings inside of the captive author’s hole.  Slowly but unrelentingly the muscle of Darren’s sphincter was pushed to its limits and beyond – opening and stretching to an alarming girth.  At it’s maximum, the device held Darren’s hole open to a diameter of 4 inches, and the slave was letting fly with blood curdling screams of agony that only served to amuse and encourage his sadistic captors.  Once fully dilated, only then did Pete begin to leisurely lube up his massive hand so that he could enter his slave’s back passage and retrieve the semi-inflated plug.  Darren felt every wrinkle on Pete’s big bear paw as it burrowed down the inside of the speculum and stretched him even further as it violated his innards.  Once inside, Pete opened his hand wide, stretching the very walls of the slave’s rectum before clamping down around the sphere of rubber and slowly pulling it out of Darren’s ass.  As the largest part of the whole arrangement backed out of his body, Darren shook with agony and had he been able to see his abused hole, he would have seen the very ring of his anus blanche and nearly tear as the hillbilly idiot and his prize finally exited taking the speculum along at the same time.

“Well I do reckon we are off to a great start for the day don’t you agree slag?” Clint asked as he slapped Darren on the back the way one might do to a buddy or a friend.  “Now whaddya say we get started on some lessons in how to properly worship yer superiors huh?”

Clint went on to explain that as a slave, one of Darren’s main duties was going to be worshiping and attending to his Master’s dick, and that he had it on good authority that Darren’s new owner required a champion cocksucker.  To that end, Clint figured that there was no time like the present for him to embark on what was sure to be a long and illustrious career as a personalized cocksucker.  The bondage frame to which he remained secured, as Darren was already aware, could be raised or lowered to any desired height, and he now found out that with the releasing of one lever, the main body of the frame could also be swiveled so that instead of lying face down towards the floor, the slave was now facing up towards the ceiling.  Unfortunately for Darren, the sight he was now looking up at was Master Clint’s denim covered crotch, which the sadistic old fag was now rubbing lasciviously as he looked down at his bound and helpless bitch.  Again it was like Clint was reading Darren’s mind as he unbuttoned his pants and then lowered the zipper restraining his ample meat.  “Now slut – if you think I am gonna risk putting my precious cock anywhere hear those teeth of yers, you gotta another thing comin.”  Darren had already decided that even if it ended up in his demise, that he was going to bite off this pervert’s prick if he even put it anywhere near his mouth.  That plan was clearly going to be foiled from the beginning.  Clint continued to explain as he hauled out his schlong that until Darren had been fully trained as a human cum dump, that a series of gags would be used to ensure his compliance with taking whatever he and Pete decided needed to be put into his mouth and throat. 

Darren was sure he had seen a similar contraption at his last and unfortunate visit to the dentist.  It was a metal frame that seated itself behind the teeth, and could be ratcheted open to pry apart the jaws.  Whereas dentists used it to prevent exhaustion on the part of their patients during long appointments, Pete and Clint were using it as yet another instrument of torture to inflict maximum suffering as they trained Darren as a complete sexual slave. 

Once Pete had positioned and secured the gag in place, it was cranked open until Darren was sure his jaws would dislocate.  The skin at the corners of his mouth was pulled taut, and blanched with a lack of blood flow from the severity of the position.  The straining and struggling Darren tried to mount while Pete was preparing him for his father’s meat served only to make the soon to be rapist rock hard, and through teary eyes Darren was now staring at a thick 8 inch mancock making its way towards his defenseless mouth.  “Raise the bitch up another few inches son” Clint instructed, “I want her mouth at just the right height for me to rape her virgin throat.”  Once the slave had been positioned to Clint’s satisfaction, he eased his prick home in one smooth movement – right to the back of Darren’s.  Just as the slave was starting to gag on the invader Clint set up a rhythm of thrusting in and out of his slut’s “mouth-pussy” to the point where every inward plunge rammed a little bit harder into Darren’s gag reflex, bringing up with it a thick coating of saliva from deep within the author’s throat.  “That’s it bitch…get yer man’s meat all slicked up with yer juices.  Show me how badly you want me to shoot my thick load of cum right down yer gullet.”  Clint was now holding on to both of Darren’s shoulders, and had his head slung back as he enjoyed the warmth of the captive cocksucker’s mouth.  As the strength of Darren’s gag reflex began to wane, he could feel his rapist’s cockhead make its way past the entrance to his throat, and deep into his throat itself!  Clint groaned in satisfaction as he powered his hips forward and buried the entire 8 inches of rock hard manflesh into his slave’s throat.  He looked down and admired the stretched outline of his cock as is made it’s way down Darren’s neck – being turned on at the same time by the terrified and bugged out look in Darren’s eyes as he struggled to breathe with Clint’s cock cutting off his airway.  “Mmmmmmm you like that don’t you slut – the feel of yer man’s prick all the way down yer mouth pussy.  Just you remember that if you don’t behave – I may just decide to suffocate ya this way y’hear?”  Clint looked deep into Darren’s eyes for an acknowledgement of what he had just said, and after a few more seconds without oxygen Darren nodded his head as vigorously in the affirmative as he could while being skewered with 8 inches of solid mancock.  “Good girl”  Clint cooed as he allowed his boner to recede out of the slave’s throat affording him a chance to gulp in some much needed air as he coughed and choked and nearly threw up.  “Now see that honey pie” Clint admonished, “that there is exactly why you need lots more practice”.  With that pronouncement Clint shoved his cock right back into Darren’s throat, repeating the whole oxygen depriving scene all over again. For 30 minutes this continued, with Clint’s cock being coated in copious amounts of thick white frothy saliva from the depths of Darren’s esophagus – and Darren gagging and choking while trying to keep up with his assailants pelvic thrusts forward and backward.  Finally, with a guttural roar and a violent deep penetrating stab, Clint’s meat was buried to the hilt in Darren’s throat as it delivered its climax directly into the captive author’s gut.  Darren could feel the shaft of his Master’s cock throb and spasm as it expelled a huge payload of thick creamy cum, and he had nearly passed out from a lack of air by the time that Clint had come down off of his sexual high and pulled his penis clear of the slave’s lips.  “Whew” Clint exclaimed, “that is some snatch you have got in yer face there bitch.  I am gonna enjoy feeding you some nice thick loads of man cum every single day that we’re together darlin.  I guess I better back on up now though – since yer only half way through yer training session in cocksuckin 101.”  With that Darren could see Clint slowly move out of view with his deflating cock being tucked back into his jeans – only to be replaced by the fearsome sight of Pete taking his father’s place straddling the slave’s restrained head and neck.

“I reckon we better raise the slut up a damn sight more for you son” Clint said as he finished doing up his pants.  “Let me know when she’s at a good level for ya boy.”  Darren was terrified.  He had never so much as sucked another man’s cock before today, and he had already been orally raped by the elder Master’s substantial cock for the last half an hour.  Clint was a well endowed man at a full 8 inches of meat that got as hard as a steel rod…but his beast of a son was something else altogether.  Darren was now looking directly up at the biggest, ugliest cock he had ever seen.  Pete was fisting and jacking his cock as he prepared to take his turn with the slutmouth laid out in front of him.  Pete’s cock was a true 11 inches long, and consisted of a large plum sized head bobbing on the end of a thick, veiny, lumpy shaft of pure masculine fuckmuscle.  Tapering as it protruded out from the simpleton’s abdomen, the base of the weapon looked as thick as a rolling pin.  It arched forth and bobbed around like it had a life of its own completely separate from its owner.  Blotchy and mottled it looked like it was actually continuing to thicken as blood flowed into occupy every bit of space within the cavernous column of flesh.  Grinning, Pete reached down and placed his fingers on the controls of the dental gag still propping open his quarry’s mouth.  Darren pleaded with his eyes and tried to shake his head, but his attacker had no sympathy for the suffering he was about to inflict.  In fact, it turned him on and drove his sadistic lust to new heights.  Darren’s jaws had accommodated slightly to the stretching of the gag until he heard the telltale clicks of his behemoth assailant ratcheting it open even further.  Slowly Pete opened Darren up to create a gaping maw where the slave’s mouth had once been.  Such was the opening required to allow entry of the impressive tool that the giant rapist possessed.  Tolerance of Darren’s skin was reached and exceeded as the corners of his mouth began to tear ever so slightly.  Small droplets of blood welled up on either side of the slave’s expanded mouth, which Pete smeared around with his meaty index fingers just prior to shoving his enormous dong into Darren’s mouth and throat.  Where Clint had been slow and deliberate, Pete fucked with reckless abandon.  He drove in and out of the slave’s mouth like a jackhammer – prying open the author’s throat and plumbing it to depths that had never before been reached.  It took merely a couple of minutes of vigorous fucking before he roared like a wounded lion and began to pump out thick spurts of cum like a firehose.  Only the first shot stayed inside of Darren’s throat as Pete liked to see his whores covered in his seed.  He pulled all the way out of Darren’s mouth and placed his hands on his hips as his throbbing monster of a cock continued to pump out hot white lava onto Darren’s helpless face.  Fully 10 shots of cum were fired onto the captive slave, plugging up his nose and  stinging his eyes.  When all was said and done it was like Darren’s face had been smeared with warm thick lotion – dripping down and pooling in every crevice and opening.  Pete then grabbed hold of his tumescent member and proceeded to milk out several more streams of thick stringy cum directly into Darren’s mouth.  After taking a few deep cleansing breaths, the rapist released and then removed Darren’s torturous gag, and completed the author’s humiliation by smearing the congealing spunk around on his face - using his stubby fingers to shove what seemed like mouthfuls of it beyond Darren’s lips for the slave to gulp down and swallow.

“Eat up bitch” he heard Clint say from off to the side – “you need to learn how to enjoy the taste of a Master’s seed.  Luckily we’re gonna keep ya well fed in that regard while we’re getting ya all trained up.  Heck, I expect yer even gonna come to crave the taste of me and my boy’s spunk by the time we’re through.”  With that Clint leaned in and delivered the final punctuating point of the conversation – “I know for certain that yer gonna be begging to be fed by the time we’re done with ya you good fer nothing fuckin slutwhore.”

The sadistic duo left Darren bound to the bondage frame while they retreated to one end of the dungeon to have a cold beer and something to eat.  The abused slave remained motionless, cum slowly drying and caking on his face as his last vestiges of resistance and individuality began to slowly slip away.  He felt the inevitability of it all – a lack of any means of escape from this hell that he had been thrust into.  He could feel himself giving in to what he had been told would be his fate – becoming a slave for a yet to be seen owner to use and abuse to his heart’s content.  While these thoughts danced around inside the once keen mind of the distraught writer, he was vaguely aware of the fact that his assailants were already half drunk even at this early hour in the morning.  They had each had several beer and had unleashed deafening belches and farts as they recuperated from the first of several climaxes that they expected their bitchboy to provide for them that day.  It was Pete who seemed to fully recover his horny disposition before his father, and suggested that the bitch had had enough time to rest.  “I got an idea boy” the father said to his oversized lout of a son, “why don’t ya show our little slave boy how to wrestle while yer old man continues to recover from that first breedin session we done just had?  Ya know how excited it gets me to see ya grappling with and punishing a whelp like this little bitch we got all trussed up over yonder.”  Pete was only too happy to oblige as there was little else that he enjoyed more than inflicting pain on a smaller weaker man while he forced him to beg for mercy that never, ever, was forthcoming.

“I’ll get the bitch ready – you get yerself all warmed up and ready to do what ya do best my boy” Clint announced as he ambled over to where Darren remained secured by thick leather straps to the wooden bondage frame.  Undoing all of the buckles, the Master dumped the slave onto the floor and nudged him with the toe of his boot to rouse Darren out of his post-rape stupor.  “Get yer ass up slut – you got more entertainin to do fer me.”

Darren slowly dragged himself to an upright position, and with a burst of adrenaline became immediately alert as he saw the now shirtless vision of Pete advancing menacingly on his position.  “I’m gonna make you suffer like you ain’t never suffered before bitch” Pete announced as he made a lunge and a grab for Darren’s naked form.  The smaller and more agile of the two, Darren ducked Pete’s massive arm and hand and backed away several feet from the angry giant.  Clint laughed as he watched – happy that the slave was going to try to fight off the inevitable beating that he was destined to receive at the hands of his only son.  Slowly but surely Pete crowded and herded his prey into one corner of the dungeon, leaving Darren with no means of escape except right past his enormous attacker.  The slave tried to dive between Pete’s legs to evade capture, but with surprising quickness the oaf kicked one of his legs forward and caught Darren squarely on the torso as he tried to make his move.  It was like a child kicking a soccer ball as the force of the blow sent Darren slamming into the wall to the giant’s right.  Before the slave could react his assailant was on him, gabbing a fist full of his hair and dragging him to an upright position.  Wrapping one meaty hand around Darren’s throat, Pete proceeded to lift the slave into the air before delivering a vicious choke slam, driving Darren’s body down on to the hard surface of the floor.  “Don’t kill him boy” Clint admonished, “we need to make sure he’s in good condition when his owner shows up to take possession.”  Pete apologized to his father and promised to be a bit more careful.  With that he planted a size 16 boot on the centre of the dazed slave’s chest, and waited for Darren to return to his senses before continuing with the punishment.

Seeing stars, Darren slowly became aware of a crushing feeling on his chest, like he was having a heart attack.  As his vision cleared, he grabbed with his hands around the ankle of Pete’s size 16 workboot which was now pressed down right on the slave’s sternum.  The pressure increased as the behemoth bore down on his puny adversary’s chest, bringing more and more of his 300+ pounds to bear on the thorax of his helpless prey.  The breath was literally being crushed from Darren’s lungs, and he gasped for air and begged for mercy as Pete continued to increase the level of pressure.  By the time he was through, the tread pattern of Pete’s boot was imprinted on Darren’s chest, and Clint now had a raging hard on once again.  “Keep it up boy” Clint encouraged – “yer old Dad is enjoying the show.”

Pete removed his boot from Darren’s chest and as the slave gulped in some much needed air, the giant reached down and flipped him over on to his stomach.  “Pass me  that stool would ya Pa?” Pete asked, and Clint brought over the small stool that his son had sat on yesterday while fisting Darren’s virgin ass with his enormous hand.  Pete grabbed hold of both of Darren’s wrists and pulled them up behind the slave’s limp body.  The giant then sat down on the stool, which subsequently levered the slave up into a position on both of his knees with his arms stretched backwards.  Once again Darren felt the pressure of the big size 16 – but this time in the middle of his back.  Pete had one of Darren’s wrists in each hand, and his foot planted right in the middle of the slave’s back, and began to simultaneously press forward with his massively strong left leg while pulling backward with each of his hands.  The effect was that Darren’s trunk was thrust forward, and he felt like his arms would be torn loose from his body at the shoulder sockets.  He began to scream and cry for mercy as Pete steered the slave to face towards where his father was standing watching the action unfold…getting harder and more horny with each iota of pain that his son was inflicting on their slave.  “If you want Pete to let ya go bitch, all ya have to do is beg us to fuck you up the ass like the sissy slut that you really are – and then he’ll let ya go I promise.”  It took a few seconds and another increase in the pressure being brought to bear on his body before Darren fully comprehended what had been asked of him by his older captor.  Clint repeated what he had said, letting Darren know that all he had to do to be released from the submission hold he was in was to beg to be fucked in the ass by both father and son…that simple.  Every man has his breaking point – and Darren’s had been reached and exceeded.  He began to cry out, screaming, beggin for both Clint and Pete to fuck and use him any way that they wanted.  With a nod from Clint, Pete let go of both of Darren’s wrists, and his limp body landed in a heap by Clint’s dusty booted feet.

With some nudging and kicking from his Master’s boots, Darren was directed to crawl over towards a leather covered pommel horse-type of contraption at the far end of the dungeon.  Once there he was ordered to drape himself over the horse so that he could receive the anal raping of his ass that he was so eager to get from his two studly Masters.  Once again Clint would take first crack at him, and he rather liked the idea of Darren not being restrained at all, and having to beg for his thick 8 incher to be shoved up his pussyhole.  “Alright now slut, you reach back and pull those nice fleshy asscheeks apart – show me that cunt of yers that you want opened up so bad.”  Darren complied and reached back with both hands, took hold of the globes of his ass as directed, and pulled them apart exposing the still stretched out hole that had been loosened over the last 24 hours by a brutal fisting, repeated enemas, and a night spent being stretched by a vicious inflatable plug.  “Mmmmmmmm – niiicceeee.  That sure is one inviting looking snatch now ain’t it son” Clint said to Pete as they both looked on while their slave repeatedly asked to be fucked in the ass.  “I think our slut wants to be fucked without any lube what do you think Son?”  Pete’s demonic laugh once again rang out and he wholeheartedly agreed with his father’s assessment.  “Go on then slut…beg me to fuck ya dry right here, right now, while you offer up that sweet hole of yers for a good pounding.”  Darren began to cry as he continued to do as he was bade – asking for Master Clint to do him the honor of taking his cherry ass without any lube whatsoever.  Not needing any undo encouragement, Clint stepped forward and placed the head of his cock right against the lips of his slut’s asshole.  Moaning as he leaned forward, the head of his rampant cock slid past the slave’s outer defenses and plunged balls deep into the depths of Darren’s rectum.  The air was forced from the salve’s lungs as he felt Clint’s weight on top of his back.  Very quickly he found himself exhaling in short staccato bursts as Clint violently thrusted in and out of him – raping him for the first of many times over the days and weeks to come.  By the time Clint was ready to cum both Master and slave were dripping with sweat, and Clint slowed his pace to allow himself to lie fully across Darren’s glistening back and whisper in his ear.  “I’m gonna breed yer pussy hole now slut – fill you up with a nice big load of cum right from yer Master’s loins.  Before I knock you up why don’t you tell me how badly you want me to plant my seed deep inside of yer cunt you little whore.”  Fully and completely broken now, Darren would have said anything that Clint told him to say.  This barebacking session had eradicated the last of his conscious will just as surely as a cowboy breaks in a new steed making him a pleasure to ride for years to come.  Clint had used his big throbbing manly tool to turn Darren into a willing slut who was merely to be used as a receptacle to receive deposits of a dominant man’s pulsing cumshots.  Begging for exactly that – Clint smiled a smile of deep satisfaction as he climbed the heights of sexual release and gave one final powerful forward thrust into his bitches pussy as he pumped out an impressive load of sperm into the tight warm depths of Darren’s cunt.  Clint could feel his slave’s anal ring milking the remaining cum from his prick, and he remained lodged inside of Darren’s depths as the every last drop of semen was injected into his slave’s hole.  When he finally pulled out, he staggered round to the front of the leather covered horse to where Darren’s open and drooling mouth was located.  “Next lesson slag” Clint announced, “learning how to clean off yer Master’s tool once he’s been kind enough to use it to seed yer useless twat.” 

As Darren opened his mouth further to receive Clint’s dripping cock, he was aware of a pressure building at the entrance to his well used pussyhole.  Darren sucked and slurped on Clint’s 8 inch prong while his rapist used handfuls of his hair to guide the slut’s mouth up and down along his softening cock…aware that what he had just received was the warm up…the main event was about to begin as he felt Peter’s mammoth dick stretching and plowing its way into the cum filled cavern that had been his ass, and was now his pussy.

With Clint’s softening but thick cock filling his mouth Darren could only grunt in pain as the plum sized head of Pete’s tool popped through his abused pussylips to the inside of his love canal.  The oversized sadistic moron was using his Dad’s freshly expressed cum as lube to further open and stretch their slave’s hole with a second and even more brutal raping of his ass.  The shaft of Pete’s cock was like an enormous tubesteak, much bigger in girth than the heavy purple head of his cock that was already buried inside.  Even with the warm creamy lube and considerable force behind each of his initial thrusts, his progress into Darren’s chute was a slow and agonizing process for the captive author.  He felt like he was being torn in two as the heat from his abuser’s crotch got closer and closer to his asscheeks.  His buttocks were being forced apart both by the thickness of Pete’s dick as well as the fact that the hillbilly was using his dinner plate sized hands to maul and spread his whores behind until he could get a perfect view of his quarry’s anal ring snapped tightly around the shaft of his cock.  Once Pete had seated himself 11 inches deep into his bitch’s cunt, Darren could feel the brute flexing and throbbing his cock, taking possession of his entire body.  The giant rapist then leaned forward draping the entire weight of his upper body across Darren’s back.  The author was barely visible under Pete’s bulk, being crushed as he was repeatedly stabbed and penetrated by the 11 inch truncheon lodged in his ass.  All Darren could do was try to take sips of air in between thrusts since every time Pete’s body weight moved forward the slave’s body was pinned between the unforgiving leather of the gymnastics horse, and the equally unforgiving torso of his 6’5” rapist.  Darren then felt Pete’s massive arms encircle his tiny body, and the next thing he knew he had been lifted clear off of the fuckbench as Pete had stood up straight with the author still mounted on his impressive manhood.  Pete loved breathplay, and enjoyed using his considerable upper body strength to squeeze and crush the air from his slag’s lungs with a devastating bear hug as he essentially jacked himself off using Darren’s body.  Up and down he thrust the author on his rigid member, each time allowing his slave’s body weight to drive his human fuck toy balls deep on his dick.  It only took a minute or so of this treatment before Pete was driven over the edge and with a roar of satisfaction unleashed and absolute torrent of molten lava-like cum deep into Darren’s bowels.  The author was pinned onto Pete’s rampant cock as he was pumped full of cum like a living breathing water balloon.  He was sure that spunk was going to start shooting out of his mouth and nose as it felt like he was being given another high pressure enema…this time with steaming mancream instead of water.  Pete’s body shook and trembled as he came down off of his sexual high, and his grip around Darren’s tiny body eased enough for the slave to take in some much needed deep breaths.  Slowly the giant replaced his fucktoy back onto the leather horse in front of him, but once again leaned in close to completely blanket his cunt’s frame under his own.  Darren could still feel the size of the behemoth’s cock propping him open, and sweat dripped off of Pete’s head, face, and chest making their two bodies slip and squelch against each other.  The giant’s breathing was slow and labored, grunting and groaning in exhaustion and satisfaction at having bred another bitch.  Darren could not help but think of videos he had seen of male animals taking their female sexually and then rolling off of them only to drop into a deep sleep after having mated wit hand impregnating their bitch…marking their territory as the dominant male.  The image revolted him as it was painfully clear that he was the bitch, the female, the possession of his two male Masters to rut and breed whenever they felt the urge to dump their loads in one or both of his available holes.

It was during this moment of contemplation that Darren became aware of a new sensation – a warmth spreading through his bowels that took him a few seconds to suss out.  This animal was pissing inside of his ass! Pete had relaxed his bladder, and as his cock softened just slightly he let loose with a huge load of piss, right up his impaled slave’s ass.  It was however, no ordinary load of piss.  Pete had had at least five or six beer already that day, and had been busting for a slash before his erection at the sight of his father taking the anal cherry of their captive bitch had taken over.  Now that his carnal lust had been satisfied, the need to relieve himself had been irresistible, and he saw no reason to pull out and use the toilet when he had his human toiet already mounted on his spigot waiting to be filled up.  Unbeknownst to Darren, this was soon to become one of his primary functions anyway so why not start the training now?  As Pete’s enormous bladder continued to drain, his cock was like an 11 inch enema nozzle hosing down the walls of Darren’s rectum.  What seemed to the slave like gallons of piss, a never-ending stream continued to empty into him, filling his depths and distending his belly under the weight of the giant bearing down on top of him.  The pain became intense and Darren tried to struggle away, resulting in Pete pinning him down to the leather covered horse with massive paws on each of the author’s shoulders as he finished up filling the bitch’s pussy with his load of beer piss.  “Get the funnel plug Dad” Darren heard Pete say to Clint, “I’m nearly done.”  As the last few spurts and trickles drained out of Pete’s prick, Clint stood at the ready, waiting to shove a large rubber ball right into Darren’s snatch as soon as his son’s prodigious cock made its exit.  Barely a second passed from the time that the bulbous head of the giant’s penis cleared Darren’s pussylips and the forced insertion of a tennis ball sized solid rubber ball right into his straining piss-filled cunt.  The entire load of man-piss was now trapped inside of Darren’s straining ass-pussy, and the painful cramps were starting to take their effect on the captive author.  “Take em to the rack boy” Clint ordered his son, and Pete responded by scooping up Darren’s writhing frame, slinging him over his shoulder as he carried him over to a large rubber covered table with 4-point restraints mounted at each corned.

Pete flung Darren down on his back on the rubber slab, and quickly set about grabbing each of his captive’s 4 extremities in turn, securing then with thick rubber cuffs and spread-eagling him facing up towards the ceiling.  Darren’s belly was bloated and full from the two loads of cum and the immense amount of hot piss that it now contained – but Cling and Pete were not done torturing the immobilized author yet – not by a longshot.  Clint grinned from ear to ear as he manned the two sets of hand crank controls at the side of the table.  Instead of explaining to his slag what was going to happen, he felt a more practical demonstration was required.  “Better gag the bitch son” he suggested, and Pete disappeared to retrieve yet another of what seemed like a never-ending supply of pain-inflicting head gear to mute the constant moans that were now escaping Darren’s lips.  This was a simple ring gag, consisting of a 4 inch long tube that was about 2 inches in diameter.  Once strapped around Darren’s head, it effectively propped open the slave’s mouth, and significantly hampered his abilities to verbalize anything recognizable as words.

As Clint turned and turned the first hand crank mechanism, the portion of the rubber-covered table under Darren’s legs began to split open down the middle.  The wider the gap became, the more the slave’s legs were forced into a widening splits position.  Further and further Clint mobilized the table, until Darren’s ankles secured tightly to the corners of the table became the anchor points of a vicious stretch to the soft tissues on the author’s inner thighs.  It also left a gap large enough for Clint to enter, having left the controls and standing now between his bitch’s outstretched legs.  Dangling between Darren’s legs, was the free end of the ball plug that had been shoved inside of his ass after Pete finished filling it with urine.  As soon as Darren caught a glimpse of it in his elder captors hand through his bleary eyes, he instantly became aware of what was about to happen.  Dangling from Darren’s ass was a three-foot rubber hose, culminating in a large funnel that now rested in Clint’s left hand.  The Master glared right into the slave’s eyes and a wicked smile spread across his face as he positioned the funnel right under the head of his dangling dick.  Within seconds, a second load of frothing beer piss was making its way through the rubber tubing and into Darren’s sealed cunthole.  The effect was immediate – increasing pressure and even more pain as Darren’s belly began to distend even further.  Pete looked on in amazement as the human piss-balloon in front of him continuously grew and grew to the point that it looked like Darren had a basketball beneath the skin of his abdomen.  Clint shook the last few drops of piss from his cock, and dropped the funnel so that it dangled and danced between his slave’s legs.  All Darren could see from his vantage point when he looked downward was his painfully distended belly.  Pete placed his hand on the slave’s gut and marveled at how warm and taut it was – filled to the point of serious tension with steaming hot piss…his 11 inch beast began to thicken once more.

“Not a bad start” Clint pronounced, “but you’d be amazed son at how much the tissue and skin of the gut can stretch when you have enough patience to see it through to the end.  Isn’t that right cunt?” he asked Darren.  Of course, the question was rhetorical.  “Bring over one of the bottles from the fridge Pete” was the next command issued by the older Master.  What the hulking frame of Pete returned with from the fridge was a two liter bottle of piss that he and his sadistic father had stored in preparation of the training that Darren was to receive over the coming weeks.  Once uncapped, Clint turned the bottle over and began screwing it into the threaded end of the tube protruding out of Darren’s gaping mouth.  Once fully tightened, the bottle stood straight out from the slave’s face, and Pete moved in to hold Darren’s head preventing him from turning and dropping the bottle to the rubber surface of the table.  “Alright now slut – time to drink up” Clint ordered.  Unable to fathom taking any further amount of liquid on board, Darren used his tongue as best he could to block the inner opening of the tube gag to prevent the bottle of chilled piss from entering his body.  Not to be deterred, and savvy to what their slave was trying to do, Pete used his meaty thumb and index finger to pinch closed Darren’s nose, forcing him to move his tongue and begin to swallow.  Darren looked like a perverted humanized version of an office water cooler as the pale yellow liquid in the bottle bubbled and gurgled as it was slowly drained into the slave’s already hideously stretched belly.  Darren was forced to drink the entire two liters before the bottle was unscrewed from his face.  He was threatened with having to drink a second bottle if he didn’t shut up and take his stretching and punishment like a good slave should for the entertainment of its Masters.

Clint then returned to where the hand crank mechanisms were located, and began to turn the second of the two wheels.  At each corner of the rubber table, the tethering points to which the wrists and ankles of the tortured slave were secured began to telescope outwards from the table – dragging Darren’s pain wracked frame with them.  Turn after turn Clint stretched his slave’s body like he was in some medieval torture chamber.  When the slave was sufficiently stretched into a full body spread eagle for Clint’s liking, he locked the hand crank in place and moved to the next phase of the punishment session.

“Mmmmmmm, feel that” Clint cooed as he ran his calloused hand over the distended and extremely taut belly of his pregnant looking slave.  The skin of Darren’s abdomen had become shiny and smooth as it had been stretched to its limits.  Darren could not imagine being in any more pain than he was currently experiencing – but he would come to learn over the coming weeks that the depths of Clint’s depravity were far beyond the easily imaginable.  The grizzly old sadist snapped on a rubber glove and began smearing a thick greasy cream onto Darren’s pregnant belly.  As the Master rubber, an intensifying heat began to radiate though the author’s midsection.  What Clint was applying was a deep heating cream, rubbing his bitch’s belly into a glowing red shiny orb that to Clint’s eyes was just as inviting of a target as he could possible imagine.

Darren thought he would lose his mind as he heard the next order out of Clint’s mouth to his simpleton of a son.  “I think we’re just about there now Pete – why don’t you bring me a paddle…the nice thick rubber one should do nicely.”

Next: More torture, and Darren is modified into a freak-show sex slave for life.