This story is fiction, a figment of my warped imagination. Should the
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living or dead, it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly
coincidences.
This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex. If
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please don't. If you are offended by acts of homosexuality between consenting
and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.
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in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts
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they are doing.
Story codes: M/M/Anal/Oral/Bond/NC/Spank/Hum/cbt/WS
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A Daymare on Kelly Street
by Rob
Part 16
Punishment Day 1 (Evening)
Master Dieter's Party
I could hear a loud commotion behind me, but the collar made it impossible for
me to turn my head to see behind. The door opened and I could hear people
filing into the ballroom. I became extremely frightened.
Someone came up behind me and gave me a swat on the ass. It was a hard slap and
left one hell of a sting, but worse, it caused that dildo that was holding me up
to shift which caused a sharp pain to travel through my bowels.
The slapper turned out to be a tall, blond, blue eyed and young. He couldn't
have been much older than I. Maximum 20, I would be willing to bet.
"So Dieter has found us a new toy to play with." he smirked right in my face.
"I shall do my best to make your life as miserable as possible tonight,
fucknuts." he said as he wrapped a hand around my still semi erect dick.
He began a slow wank and he held his nose almost touching mine. He then lifted
is lips and gave me a quick, light kiss. Then his tongue started to lick my
lips. In spite of the pain from my nipples I was getting really turned on.
After all this guy was a real choice piece of meat.
His hand continued to wank my dick, his tongue licking my face. My mouth had
opened to gasp for air and his tongue found that nice warm hole and crawled
right on in. His free arm went around my back and he pulled himself in and
began a serious deep kiss. My cock was really throbbing now as his hot hand
worked it in a steady rhythm.
I was damned near ready to blow my load when he pulled away. I was gasping and
moaning.
"Oh no, bitch. You don't get to empty the old nut sac. No sireee, but it sure
as hell is going to be fun keeping you up there." he leaned forward and gave me
another quick kiss on the lips before turning and walking off into the crowd
which had formed all around me.
There had to be 30 or 40 people in the room. About 15 or 20 of them had formed
a little semi circle around in front of me. They must have been enjoying the
show the blond guy had just put on.
When the blond guy walked away, an older man dressed in a black leather suit
with a black shirt and white tie, made his way towards me.
He was only about 5' 5" or 5' 6'. His hair had started to turn gray at the
sides and mustache and goatee were all gray. He had sharp dark eyes that bore
right into you when he set them on you.
"So this is the famous Dinky doggie I have heard so much about. If you survive
this training and Charlie decides to keep you I am going to have you over to
entertain some friends of mine." he said in a very pleasant voice.
"However, I have a feeling you may not survive this evening. Just in case I
don't get a chance to later I want to have a go with your weights." so saying
he bent over and picked up the 30 pounder attached to my nuts.
"Please don't Sir." I begged him softly.
He lifted the weight about two inches, looked my in the eye and said:
"Opps." as he dropped the weights.
The pain reliever that the green eyed guy had injected into my nuts stopped them
from feeling crushed while that weight just hung there. It didn't do a thing
when the fucking weight was lifted and dropped.
A scream of agony erupted from the very bowels of my being and reverberated
around that ballroom, despite the number of people there. Not only did that
weight cause severe agony to my nuts, it also cause my whole body to jerk which
in turn caused that dildo to shift again sending another sharp pain through my
bowels to complement the pain in my nuts.
I was screaming in agony and crying. The pain was almost unbearable. How
could these people do this to another human being. The were all standing in
front of me laughing. They were all treating it as some kind of joke.
Then all of a sudden the green eyed guy was in front of me.
"The pain will go away in a few minutes. The pain reliever can not stop the
sudden pain caused by the dropping of the weights. Sorry but there is nothing
else I can do for you. I have to give you another injection. The Master does
not want you passing out during the evening. This will keep you wide awake
and alert." he said quietly close to my ear.
He then swabbed one of the raised arms and injected the damned stuff. This
whole thing was so unbelievable. All I could do was pray that I would make it
through the evening in one piece.
The pain in my nuts was starting to ease and I had stopped moaning in pain.
There were still tears in my eyes and they were a bit blurry. I couldn't wipe
them, my hands were still bound. Then I saw another older man approaching.
Fear shot through me almost as fast as the pain had a few moments ago.
He was dressed almost identical to the bastard that had dropped the weight. I
prayed that he was not going to do the same thing.
He was only a few feet away when my eyes finally cleared enough that I
recognized him. My hear leapt for joy.
Charlie.
"Master Charlie, Sir. Please take me home. I promise I will never do anything
to make you unhappy again, Sir. Please Sir, save me from this terrible agony."
I begged, tears flowing down my cheeks.
"What are you Harold?" he asked.
"I am nothing, Sir. A nobody. I am your devoted slave, Sir." I answered
quickly.
"I am thinking of having a garden party, Harold. I would like to invite all
your old friends and coworkers to come over and you could spend the afternoon
sucking their cocks. What do you think about that?" he asked.
"If it will please you Master Charlie, Sir, I will suck their cocks until I
choke to death, Sir." I answered.
Do you by an chance get the impression that I really wanted Charlie get me out
of here?
"Then I thought it might be entertaining to put you in the kennel, a couple of
the dogs might like to have their cocks sucked by a useless piece of shit like
you, Harold." he said with a little bit of anger in his voice.
Oh fuck, not fucking dogs. But I wanted out of here.
"I realize now that my only reason for living is to please you Master Charlie.
Whatever you wish, I will do."
"Oh I know you will Harold, I know you will. But you stay here until your
training is finished. You have one more full day and night to learn everything
Master Dieter has to teach. Learn well Harold, this is your last chance." he
said without any remorse.
"Yes Sir." I answered tears flowing freely again and the fear back in full
swing.
I had taken a chance that he might relent, but lost. I would have to go
through all the hell Dickie and Master Dieter had in store.
Charlie looked into my eyes then picked up one of the 10 lb balls attached to
each nipple. Without a flicker of an eye he dropped them. The pain of course
just tore through my pecs.
"The night is young Harold." he said as he turned and walked away.
The pain was still resounding through my pecs, the balls hadn't come to rest
yet. Another young man stepped forward. He was dressed in the crotchless
black leather pants, with a pouch for his jewels, an open black leather vest and
a hood that covered the eyes but left the nose, mouth and chin visible. The
same outfit that Dickie always wore and that Larry and Pete wore. I also had
noticed that quite a few of the guests were wearing this outfit.
As soon as he reached me he knelt down and took my now wilted dick in his mouth
and began to suck. Despite the pain I had just gone through, my dick responded
rather quickly. The lad was very good with his mouth.
He was doing things with his lips and tongue to the head of my dick while a
finger was rubbing around the rim of my ass hole that was flexing around the
dildo. It wasn't long before I was moaning and gasping in ecstasy. It felt so
good I didn't ever want it to stop. All that pain was worth it to get this
wonderful feeling from those hot lips and that sloppy tongue.
I could feel my nuts begin to rise, pulling against the load they were
supporting. I was going to cum. My breathing got heavier and the pleasure
increased a hundred fold. Just as I was about to blow, he stopped.
"Noooooooooo please. Don't stop..... nooooo. Please, please." I cried out.
The lad just stood up looked my in the eye and then spit in my face. Of course
it got me in the eyes and I couldn't see. I had no way to wipe my eyes. I
heard him give a big laugh and then I think he walked away.
Tears had formed in my eyes again. I had been so close to cumming and now I
needed it desperately. But was totally incapable of doing anything about it.
The spit was still in my eyes and I couldn't see anything. The tears were
helping to wash it away, but it was a slow process.
My dick was throbbing, wanting release, but there was no release. Then from out
of nowhere a stinging strike across my back. Someone was taking a belt to my
back. I cried out in pain, but no sooner did I get the yelp out then another
blow landed just below the shoulder blades.
It was a thin belt and it was really stinging. It was nowhere near as bad as
the whip, but it was still considerably painful. Whomever was doing the beating
was really enjoying himself. The blows were falling repeatedly. My back was
on fire. All I could do was cry out my pain and beg for mercy.
"Aghhhhhhh. Please stop. Ahggggg. Please." I cried out.
But of course no one paid me the slightest attention. The blows kept landing.
He had worked his way down and was laying the stripes down my thighs. First
one side then the other. The bastard wanted to make sure he got every inch of
my back, each blow was so close to the previous one.
I had almost given up hope that this beating would ever end when a bell rang.
The blows stopped instantly. My eyes had cleared except for the tears and I saw
my tormentor for only a quick glance as he headed towards the tables at the
other end of the room. For just a moment, I would have sworn, that it was, Pat.
I didn't get to see his face and in a moment he was lost in the crowd. As they
all moved towards the tables I realized that while they were at the tables I
would be able to relax. They would be so busy filling there ugly faces I
wouldn't have to worry about them tormenting me.
Up against the far wall there was a head table, Master Dieter sat in the centre.
There were two other Masters at the table. Master Charlie to his left and
Master Granger to his right. Master Granger was the Master that made me suck
the dog and got me into this predicament in the first place.
Also at the head table, Dickie sat between Master Dieter and Master Granger.
It looked like Pete sitting between Dieter and Charlie. The blond guy that had
kissed me earlier was sitting to the left of Granger.
I had now figured out the pecking order. All the Master's wore black leather
suits with a black shirt and white tie. All the slaves wore the black
crotchless leather pants and open vest, with the half hood.
A few of the guest worn business suits. Something didn't seem right to me but I
hadn't put my finger on it yet. Something that was out of place. I was musing
over that when I saw Charlie lift his arm and wave to one of the slave waiters.
The lad rushed over quick and Charlie said something to him. I saw him nod in
agreement then rush away. A few moments later he was heading towards me with a
large mug of beer.
Oh fucking no, I thought. Charlie you rotten bastard. He knows how much I
hate beer. Besides if I drink beer I will soon have to piss and I can not get
to the toilet trussed up like this.
The lad came right up to me with the jug and lifted it to my lips.
"It will chug-a-lug. If it spills any, I have been ordered to lift your nut
weights and drop them." he said out loud.
"I really don't want to do it, man. I have been in this position myself so I
know what you are going through. I will try to keep you from loosing any." he
whispered.
I looked him in the eye, opened my mouth and began to drink. He was very good
and managed to maintain the mug at just the right angle and was ready every time
I had to stop to catch a breath. Between us, we managed to get the whole thing
into me without spilling any.
"Thanks man." I whispered.
He winked and turned around to face the revelers.
"The pig drank it all without spilling any, Master Dieter, Sir." he shouted out.
He then turned back towards me.
"Sorry man, but I have no choice." he whispered just loud enough for me to hear.
He then crouched down and took my dick in his mouth and began to suck. He ran
his tongue lovingly over the head of my quickly hardening dick. Flicking it up
and down the piss slit. Then down the shaft. In no time at all I was fully
hard again.
My cock was fully erect and throbbing as the lad began to fuck his face. I
could not do a thing as it was impossible to move my lower body. He was taking
my dick all the way down his throat. When he was fully impaled he would start
to make vibrations in his throat which sent wonderful sensations through my
entire body.
The lad was a really great cocksucker. I was sure he had, had lots and lots of
practice in this art. For that is what it was, he had perfected his technique
to an art form
I was gasping and moaning again and near ready to explode. I could feel my
nuts shifting around under the load of the weights. The lad took me right up
to the fraction of a second before release before stopping. I was crying out
in ecstasy and had even started to scream out that I was cumming, when he
stopped.
"Nooooo." I cried out. "Please, noooo. Don't leave it like this."
But of course it was no use, the lad stood up and scurried off.
Although I hate the taste of beer I had to admit that I had been very dry, what
with all the screaming I had been doing. The beer at least wet my mouth. It
had been a very large mug, I have no idea how much it held, but it was having an
effect on me. As I began to get over my near climax, I could feel my lower lip
had begun to feel funny and the dull aches I had been experiencing were almost
gone.
Well I thought, Master Charlie is playing the good guy. The beer helps to
dull the pain. Thank you Charlie, it is better than nothing.
I continued to watch the bastards all being served hot plates of the most
wonderful smelling food. My mouth was watering from the smells. Almost
everyone had been served when I saw Master Granger's hand to up and signal to
the waiter. The same lad as before went rushing over. Then he dashed off.
A few moments later he was heading back towards me with another big mug of
fucking beer.
"It will chug-a-lug this beer and not spill a drop or it will be whipped." he
said out loud.
"Same procedure as last time." he whispered as he raised the mug to my lips.
Again we were most fortunate in getting it all into me without spilling any. I
was still feeling the effects of the first one and could just imagine what this
one would do to me.
Then I had a great thought. Hell maybe the stupid pricks would get me loaded,
then I wouldn't feel any of the shit they were going to put me through. Yeah,
go for it, I giggled. The giggle just slightly audible.
"The piggy has drunk all the beer without spilling any, Master Dieter." he
shouted out.
Then he turned back to me, got down on his knees and began to work my cock
again. It was still semi erect from the last time he did this. While he was
working my dick I watched as another slave headed towards me carrying a chair.
As soon as he reached me, the lad sucking my dick got up and walked away. The
lad with the chair placed it directly in front of me and climbed up. As soon
as he started to climb up on the chair I knew what was about to happen.
He pulled off his pouch and a huge 7 inch, uncut, flaccid dick stared me in the
face.
"Blow me." he ordered, loud enough for the whole room to hear.
Now I ask you, what do you do when you have a beautiful cock like that in your
face, you blow it of course. I stuck out my tongue and beginning at the piss
slit, I licked up and over the flange of the head and down the shaft. Just
like you would a Popsicle.
The more I licked that beautiful example of manhood the harder it got. It rose
up proud and strong and as it rose I got more excited and lost myself in it's
glorious texture, odour and taste.
Being unable to bend at the waist I could not get down to lick and suck his
huge, low hangers. He saw what I was trying to do and shifted himself, but it
was still not enough. Sadly I had to forgo his nuts.
I made up for it by working the head as well as I could. Little quick stabs and
licks all over and particularly beneath. He shivered and moaned his pleasure.
Silver streams of precum started to dribble from the slit and I grabbed each and
ever sweet little morsel as it leaked out, like the sap of a sugar Maple.
Maybe the bastards wouldn't let me cum, but I sure as hell was going to make
sure this boy did. I wanted his seed in my mouth. I wanted to taste and feel
it on my lips and tongue. Flowing through my teeth and down my throat.
The time had come to get that hot piece of boy meat down my greedy throat. I
worked the head back to the opening, gave a little gag, pulled back just a
smidgen and then rammed home, swallowing the whole 9 inches of fully erect cock
down my throat. All that rape of my mouth and throat this morning prepared me.
The lad gave a might yell of ecstasy as he felt his manhood drive all the way
down this bound slaves throat. He involuntarily started humping my face, I
would have done the same, in his position.
I loved the feel of that big, fat, velvety organ sliding up and down my now wet
throat. The feeling was awesome. My own cock was now throbbing
uncontrollably. I suddenly realized that I was going to beat the bastards at
their own game. I was so turned on by this lads cock fucking my face that I
knew I would cum when he did.
I gave a little giggle at the thought and the vibrations sent a surge of
pleasure through that huge mastodon humping my tight throat. His yell and
groan only spurred me on to greater heights of ecstasy. This was almost as
good as being sucked.
He then began a series of little cries that told me he was ready to start
shooting. He increased the rhythm of his humping and I increased the
stimulation of my tongue around the pistoning, hot rod of male meat.
"Ahgggggggggggg suck my cock piggy." he bellowed as he started to shoot his load
into my mouth and throat.
"Oh yeah, bitch. Take my cum. Swallow it all piggy. Oh fuck suck it man." he
was in total ecstasy as his hot juices filled me.
I was busy gobbling it all down when my own balls already filled beyond
capacity, and being squashed by that fucking weight, began to unload.
It was not a strong, hard pulsing cum and there was actually a bit of pain
associated with it. The fucking weight was interfering, but at least I managed
to get it off. It made me feel good to be able to beat them and proud that I
still had some of my own individuality left.
When the lad finally finished shooting I cleaned him up as best I could. He
pulled his now softening dick out of my mouth and stood back. He then stepped
down from the chair. That was when he noticed that I had shot my load and the
poor lads face went white.
I realized right away what the problem was. Everyone had got up from the tables
and where now milling around us. The lad heard the sounds and turned around.
I saw him begin to tremble.
Too late I realized my victory, was his defeat. He was not supposed to let me
cum, he was in big trouble.
"Strip asshole." Master Dieter commanded of the lad.
The lad quickly removed his vest, the hood, his pouch and crotchless pants. He
sat down on the floor and just as quickly removed his boots. One of the other
slaves stepped forward and retrieved all of his clothing.
"Stand. Place your hands behind your head with your fingers interlocked and
spread your legs wide." Dieter commanded as soon as the young man was stripped.
"What were your orders?" Dieter demanded.
"Sir, to make the piggy suck me to climax, but not let him cum in the process,
Sir." he stated loudly and clearly.
"Explain why you have disobeyed your orders." Dieter demanded.
"I let my own pleasure come before the pleasure of my Master. I was selfish,
Sir." he answered.
"What should your Master do about this wanton disregard for his orders?" Dieter
asked, his ice blue eye's boring into the lad.
"My Master should punish this useless slave without mercy, Sir." he answered.
"And so it shall be. You will stand in this position while each of the Master's
delivers 5 of the best to your hide. You will not move or pull away." Dieter
commanded loudly.
"Yes Master. I will not move, Sir." he answered.
The Master's quickly formed up in two lines, one on each side facing the lad.
Each of the Master's unfastened his belt from around his waist. Master Dieter
headed up the line on the left and Master Charlie headed up the line on the
right.
Master Dieter raised his arm and laid the first blow across the poor boys
abdomen. Charlie then delivered his first blow across the shoulders. They
went on, each taking a turn. I was surprised that the lad had not cried out in
pain, although I knew beyond a doubt that he was hurting.
Once they were lined up it was easy for me to take a count. There were a total
of 20 Master's present. The lad was going to have to take 50 lashes to his
front and 50 to his back. When Dieter and Charlie were finished the next two
stepped up.
Master Granger on the left and the short guy that had dropped my nut weight at
the beginning of the evening was on the right.
Five Master's had had their go at the poor boy. I couldn't see his front, he
was facing away from me, but I could see his back and it was one mass of red
welts. It was the 6th Master, on the right side that brought the first groan of
pain from the boy. From then on he was unable to hold his pain in any longer
and his yells and screams got louder. But not once during the whole, horrible
ordeal did he lower his arms or move from the spot he had been ordered to stand
in.
Tears of pain and sorrow for my selfishness coursed down my cheeks. This boy
was suffering this horrible ordeal because of my selfish pride. I wanted to
scream out and tell them to stop and beat me instead. But my fear was so great
I just kept my mouth shut and cried silently.
After the last blow was struck, two slaves moved forward and led the lad away.
Then to my horror Master Dieter started walking over towards me.
"Was the pig given permission to cum?" he asked, his cold blue eyes digging into
me and filling me with dread.
"No Sir. It was not given permission to cum, Sir." I answered, trembling from
the tip of my toes to the very ends of the hairs on my head.
"20 lashes on the back, ass and legs to be administered by Master Giovanni." he
said coldly and walked away.
Master Giovanni turned out to be the little shit that had dropped my weight.
He had a wicked smile on his face as he walked towards me, slapping his fucking
belt against the palm of his hand.
I was terrified. 20 lashes. This guy may be a bit short, but he was
powerfully built. He would be able to deliver one hell of a wallop. I was in
for a very painful experience, but then what wasn't around here.
He walked out and took up a position to my left. I watched him as he prepared
to enjoy himself beating the shit out of me. The belt was raised and as his
arm began the forward thrust I looked away, closed my eyes and gritted my teeth.
If that lad could hold on without screaming for 50 lashes divided between his
front and back, surely I could handle 20 on my back alone.
The first lash landed just above my waist and stung like hell. I gave a small
grunt but managed to keep the pain inside. The next landed a little higher.
Each lash seemed to sting more than the one before, but I managed to hold back
my screams of pain. In many ways, concentrating on not scream eased the pain
of the actual strike, I am sure.
Now while I was able to hold back the screams, I sure as hell could not hold
back the tears. It was a stinging, fiery kind of pain. Compared to the pain I
had suffered in my nuts and nipples this was really nothing at all.
Master Giovanni had been lashing me at a steady pace, then the lashing stopped.
In surprise I opened my eyes and looked at him. He had a big scowl on his
face as he started to place the belt back around his waist. He was finished, 20
lashes and I had not screamed out. I almost made the mistake of smiling at him.
He walked back to the group of Master's and slaves that had been witnessing and
having one hell of a good time at my expense. Master Charlie detached himself
from the group and came over towards me. I was hurting pretty bad, tears of
pain rolling down my cheeks. Please, Charlie, I thought, no more beatings.
He came right up to me and he had a glowing smile on his face. Yeah, alright
from him to glow and smile, wasn't him that just had the life beaten out him.
"You did real good Harold. You did me proud, not a sound out of you and we
hadn't even got around to training you for that. You deserve to be rewarded.
Provided you don't do anything tonight to embarrass me, I will send Pat to bring
you home tomorrow evening." he said laying a hand on my shoulder.
All I could do was cry like a baby.
"Thank you, Sir." I said through the tears.
All I had to do now was get through the night without getting into any more shit
and he would let me come home early. The only problem is, if he tells Dieter
that, he will have his guys do everything in their power to fuck me up. I
was going to have to be very careful until this party broke up.
They all started heading back to their tables. Before they were all seated the
lad with the beer was on his way back out. Shit, I thought, my lower lip was
still feeling funny from the last one. Oh well here we go again.
It was the same routine. Before he bent down to start sucking me I told him
that I would need to empty my bladder again. He whispered that he would send
someone out as soon as he got back.
He bent down and in no time at all had my dick up and throbbing. He kept it
up until I was ready to blow, then stopped. As he got up he winked, then
turned around and left.
That mug of beer went through my system pretty quick. The numbness I had been
feeling in my lower lip now spread to my upper lip and my cheeks felt real warm.
Although my back was still a bit sore, I was happy.
A few moments later another slave was heading towards me holding a big jug. Oh
yeah I thought. Gonna let me piss, but make me drink it again then I'll have to
piss again in a few minutes. As this went through my mind, the notion that it
was funny struck me and I began to giggle out loud.
The slave arrived and thrust the jug under my dick and told me to let it go. I
opened my bladder and felt blessed relief. The jug was almost full before my
bladder was finally empty. The lad gave my dick a shake then bent down and
sucked it clean, which of course brought my dick back up to attention.
I thought the lad would just lick it clean and then stop, but no he kept on
sucking. Waves of pleasure started to roll over me again. Oh, man it felt so
good. This lad also was an expert with his mouth. When he had me gasping and
moaning pretty good and just about to unload, he stopped.
I felt really perturbed not so much because I wouldn't be able to cum, but
because it felt so good and he had stopped.
"Shit!" I exclaimed, loud enough that some of the guests may have heard.
The lad gave me a warning look and shook his head, No. I realized what I had
done and it helped to bring me back to my senses, at least for a little while.
The fucking beer was going to cost me getting away from this hell hole early.
The waiters had started taking away empty plates. Some of the guests were
still eating and there was a dull roar from the conversations. The beer was
really going to my head.
I was half loaded and was humming a little tune to myself to pass the time as I
watched the assholes being waited on hand and foot. Considering all the
terrible things that had been done to me in the last few hours, how the hell
could I be so happy?
Then Dieter's hand went up. I took quick note of that, because it meant
another gallon of beer. Ok, so I may be exaggerating a bit, but it seemed like
a fucking gallon, get off my case will ya.
The same waiter went rushing over, received his orders and disappeared. A few
moments later he was heading towards me with another big jug of beer.
"Yahoo!" I said just loud enough for him to hear. "Beer time at the pig farm."
and began to giggle.
When the lad arrived he raised the jug to my lips and I started to drink. I
drank and drank the foul shit, but oh my how good it was making me feel. I
didn't give a damn for Dieter, shmeiter, Charlie, shmarlie or Granger, danger.
How the hell we managed to get that mug into me without spilling any I will
never know. I was so high I couldn't have cared less if I spilled it or not.
The meal seemed to go on and on. I had now progressed from humming to singing.
The waiters were serving coffee when I noticed one of them headed towards me
with a jug. The jug was empty so I figured he was coming to let me empty my
bladder. Good thing, it was full and was getting ready to be demanding.
After I had filled the jug, the little prick did the same thing the last one
had. He sucked my cock until I was almost ready to cum and then stopped.
"Prick!" I snapped at him.
It wasn't all that loud but loud enough for him to hear. He looked up at me
and mouthed the word, "sorry". I felt like a complete asswipe. It wasn't his
fault he was only obeying orders. What a fucking asshole I am.
The guests had all been served coffee and port and whatever the hell else they
were drinking and Dieter rose to his feet. He addressed Charlie then Granger
and began a long speech.
He talked about how it was going to be necessary to increase the intake of new
slaves. The demand, particularly in the middle east was very high. As well
the parts farms were really busy and it was becoming difficult finding enough
suitable candidates to keep them stocked.
He went on to say that although stocking the farms was important, they had to be
careful that only those unsuitable for slavery, be sent, otherwise there would
quickly be a slave shortage. Resources had to be managed professionally.
He suggested a standing committee be struck to look into ways and means.
He then began talking about things that completely baffled me, mind you with all
that beer running around in my head, I am not surprised.
When Dieter finally finished, Charlie took his place and talked for another half
hour or so. Then it was Granger's turn. When Granger finished the floor was
thrown open and all kinds of little speeches were made, and questions asked by
the other Masters present. None of the slaves talked.
When there were no more questions from the floor, Dieter adjourned the meeting.
They all continued to sit at the tables. The slaves were taking drink orders.
Dieter, Charlie and Granger got up and went to various tables. They would sit
and talk for a bit then get up and move around.
No one paid any attention to the drunk slave, with the dildo stuck up his ass
and his feet chained to the floor. Which made the drunk slave with the dildo
stuck up his ass and his feet chained to the floor very happy.
I was watching Charlie progress from table to table and didn't see the green
eyed guy approach. He just all of a sudden was there, standing in front of
me.
"How are you holding up?" he asked.
"Well hello there my beautiful, green eyed guy." I said with slurred speech.
"I am a happy, but bored little piggy that has a couple'a balls filled with cum
that I would dearly love to blow all over the floor or down the throat of one'a
those sweet jocks that keep comin' out here." I started giggling at my great
wit.
"I think perhaps the beer has gone to your head, and perhaps eased the pain,
huh?" he said with a smile.
"Somethin' has that's for sure." I replied. "Because right now I ain't....,
feelin' any pain." and I began to laugh.
"Well I am going to give you another injection in your sac. The meeting went
on a lot longer then was expected so you may be spared one hell of a lot of
pain. They have more important things on their minds then playing with you
tonight, but I am going to give you the injection just in case." he said as he
took the syringe and a bottle out of his case.
He filled the syringe, squeezed a little out, then bent down and I felt the
sting of the needle as it entered my nut sac. The sting vanished almost as
quickly as it came.
"There that should do you until they leave. With a little luck they may go
early. In any case once they leave I will be back to collect you. You will
be spending the night in that little room I had you in earlier today. Your
nuts are going to require some special care after carrying that weight so long.
They will be very sore tomorrow." he smiled and then turned and left me.
"Good bye, my green eyed dream." I said to his retreating back.
So he thinks I might luck out and they won't bother me much. Mmmmm.... all I
can say is he doesn't know me and my luck. I started watching Charlie's
progress again and didn't see another young slave slip up to me. First I knew
of his presence was the warmth of his mouth on my semi rigid dick.
This lad was either not as experienced or just not as good as the others. It
took him quite a while to get me moaning. But he knew his cocks and he kept at
it until he felt me getting ready to shoot, then stopped. He pulled off, got
up and scurried away, leaving me gasping for air.
"Mmmmm looks like that cock wants to shoot all over the floor again." a voice
said.
I hadn't heard or seen him creep up. It was the blond guy from earlier. He
came right up to me, placed his lips on mine and started searching my mouth with
his tongue again. This time however, he kept his hands away from my dick.
My dick was throbbing and bouncing and dribbling precum. Blondie was a
fantastic kisser, I was sure if he kept this up I would blow my load again
without anyone touching my cock. I had started gasping for air again when he
finally pulled away.
"Such a shame you are not permitted to cum. I would love to wrap my hot lips
around that dick and make you blow your balls down my throat. Oh well, maybe
next time." he said with a smile and then walked away.
"Oh I do hope there is a next time, Sir." I said.
Oh how I would love to have him suck me till I came. Right now I would settle
for anyone sucking me till I came. It was a good thing the green eyed guy had
injected that stuff into my nuts. I'll bet I would have the worst case of blue
balls in the world if he hadn't.
I now noticed that the guests were leaving the tables and forming up into small
groups. The waiters were still bringing drinks around, so this party was far
from over. All I could do was hope that they would continue discussing their
problems and leave me the hell alone.
By now you all know about me and my, "hopes". Like my prayers they are never
answered. Two slave guests were headed my way.
"Mmmmm, look Jeff, the pig has a hard on and is dribbling pig juice all over the
floor." the first one said.
"Not very nice of the pig to dribble pig juice on Master Dieters floor, Rick."
answered Jeff
"I wonder what we can do to teach the pig to show better manners when It is out
in public." Rick asked.
"Well, I have something here that might teach It some manners." Jeff said,
pulling a black case about 10 inches long by 5 across, from the inside of his
vest.
"Really Jeff, do you carry those things everywhere you go?" Rick asked.
"Never know when they will come in handy. Besides it is always fun to
practice, so one takes every opportunity." he answered with a smile.
"Your the only guy I know that travels everywhere with a set of Sounds." Rick
laughed.
"But I think they just might do the trick."
I listened apprehensively to the discussion and didn't like the look of that
little black case. What was a Sound, I wondered. Well one thing for sure,
it probably produced pain, these fuckers seemed to thrive on causing pain.
Jeff opened the case. From my position it looked like about five or six steel
rods or needles. I couldn't get a real good look from my position.
Rick wrapped a hand around my throbbing dick and lifted it up.
"The slit looks big enough to start with a number two, Jeff." he said to his
buddy.
Jeff removed one of the rods. It turned out to be a steel rod as long as the
inside of the case and about a quarter inch in diameter. One end had a little
round ball attached. It then dawned on me what these two pricks were going to
do with this thing they called a sound.
"Please Sir, don't stick that thing in my dick. I have had something like that
before and it really hurts bad. Please Sir, don't do it." I begged.
"Should'a thought'a that before ya dribbled your piggy juices all over the
floor. No quit your fuckin' sniveling." Rich snapped.
Jeff handed him the Sound. He worked the little ball around in my precum, then
carefully inserted it in my piss slit. The first touch of the Sound was cold,
but the heat from my dick soon warmed it up. He began to slowly push it up my
urethra.
It had gone in about an inch or so before I felt the first twinges of pain. It
wasn't serious pain, just a sharp little twinge and a bit of a burning
sensation. He kept pushing it further and further up my dick until the entire
length was buried in my urethra.
He wrapped a big warm hand around my dick and began to masturbate me. He made
sure to press against the sound as he slid his hand slowly up and down my
pecker. It was very uncomfortable and I didn't like it at all.
Mind you it did not cause me dick to drop. If anything it was throbbing more
than before and it was still oozing precum. His pumping my dick caused the
Sound to start pushing it's way out. He stopped wanking, grasped the end and
pulled the Sound out until the little ball was under the hand that had been
wanking me.
"Ya ain't gonna like this piggy boy." he said, looking me in the eye and
smiling.
He grasped my dick tight and began wanking me again. This time the ball was
under his hand and each stroke forward and back brought pain. I gritted my
teeth and tried hard not vocalize my pain. I did not find this erotic at all.
My cock didn't go flaccid, but it wasn't throbbing as hard as it had been
either.
He wanked a few more strokes, stopped and grasped the end of the Sound. He
looked my in the eye then pulled the Sound out in one quick pull. This time I
had to make a very conscious effort not to cry out. The fucking thing felt
like it was pulling the inside of my cock out with it.
"Let's try the number 3 Jeff, the 2 was too loose, the piggy barely felt it."
he said.
He took the larger Sound and again lubed it with my own precum. The shaft of
this one looked to be about three eighths of an inch in diameter and the ball
about half inch.
"This one's gonna really require some forcing, Jeff. Piggy will scream for
sure." he said giving a big laugh.
Great just what I needed. It's gonna burn like hell trying to piss for the
next few days.
But of course I was wrong. It was going to hurt for a lot longer. The ball
and shaft of the Sound he was using was not smooth like the previous one. This
one had ridges or something and felt like it was tearing the insides of my
urethra to pieces.
"Ahgggggahhhhhaaggggg." I cried out.
"Please, stop. Oh man it hurts so bad. Pleaeseeeeeeeeeeeee." I cried.
"What did I tell ya, Jeff. We got this little piggy crying and begging." he
laughed.
"Wait 'til I start wankin' ya, piggy, then you will really feel pain." he said
to me.
He wasn't going to have much to work with though, my cock and gone flaccid.
The pain took away any lust I might have had. All I wanted was that fucking
thing out of my dick.
Once he had the Sound up as far as he wanted it, the bastard wrapped his paw
around my dick tight and began to wank.
He couldn't get much movement, but it was enough to cause more excruciating pain
to my cock. I cried and begged, but it did no good, he just kept having his
fun.
Thank heaven small minds get bored quickly. He finally tired of the game and
pulled the Sound out. Didn't do me any good though. The damage had been
done. My cock was burning on the inside.
"Let that be a lesson to you piggy." Rick said placing his nose practically on
mine.
"Don't go dribbling your fucking slime all over the hosts floor when you are a
guest." he said, his eyes boring into mine.
Then he kissed me on the lips, more a peck then a kiss and then he and his buddy
left.
All I could do was continue to cry from the burning pain raging through my dick.
It was burning worse now then it had from that swizzle stick Killer had used on
me. Pissing was not going to be much fun for quite some time.
"Dicks hurting pretty bad, hut?" said the green eyed guy close to my ear.
I hadn't seen him approach.
"Yes." I answered through my pain induced sobs.
"It is on fucking fire."
"Ok, hang on and I will fix it right up." he said as he bent down in front of
me.
He carefully lifted my burning cock. I watched as he stuck the end of a tube
into the piss slit. He gave a hard squeeze and the fire in my dick turned to
molten lava.
"Ahhhhhhhhgggggggggggggggggggg." I screamed out in agony.
He paid not attention and kept squeezing the contents of the tube up my dick.
He then wrapped his hand around it and began to wank it slowly. It was still
like molten lave inside but he continued to ignore my screams.
Then amazingly, the pain began to ebb. He continued to wank and the pain
continued to decrease. He kept this up until the pain was completely gone.
Then he stood up.
"There that should do it. Sorry it hurt so much, but there is nothing we can
do about that. The ointment that I just massaged into your urethra will heal
any abrasions very quickly. You will not have any more pain from what those
two did to your dick." he explained.
"Thanks man, the pain was really bad." I said gratefully.
"It's ok, just hang in. This will all be over soon." he smiled, touched my
shoulder and headed back out into the crowd.
It wasn't long before another slave approached. This one was very dark
complexioned. He may have been Italian. The parts of his body that were
visible were covered in a heavy mass of thick, black hair.
His eyes sparkled and shone with friendly good humor. He placed both hands on
my shoulders, leaned in and kissed me. His tongue pushed out from his hot lips
and thrust into my mouth. He then placed both arms around my back and squeezed
into me as he kissed.
He started to gyrate his pouch enclosed dick against mine. Needless to say he
was turning me on in a big way. My cock sprung right up and I could feel his
doing the same behind his pouch.
He continued to kiss and squeeze me tight while he gyrated his cock against me.
Then I felt the most amazing thing, someone had unfastened his pouch and pulled
it away. He was now working his bare, hard, throbbing cock against mine. It
was the first time I had felt anything like this and it was fantastic.
I was really turned on and began gasping and moaning around the tongue exploring
every nook and cranny inside my now quivering mouth. I must also say that my
own tongue was not just sitting there like a big lump. It was busy doing it's
own exploring.
His gyrations suddenly became really fast humping motions as he fucked his cock
against mine and my pubs. Then I felt his hot fluid shooting between us and
getting worked into the skin.
I was nowhere near being ready to cum yet and I guessed he figured that because
he just kept humping until he was dry. He pulled his tongue out of my mouth,
pulled his lips partly away, then kissed my lips again before disengaging.
A small tear formed in my eye, oh how I wanted this to continue. I had never
experienced anything like it before. I only knew I would want to do it again.
As he pulled away, two slaves quickly approached and kneeled in front of us.
One started cleaning me up while the other cleaned him.
The hot tongue lapping around my dick, pubs and abs had my old dick just a
bouncing. I finally had reached the point where I really couldn't handle
anymore stimulation and was ready to blow. The lad sensed this right away and
stopped.
He then dropped down onto his hands and knees and began licking the floor. He
was cleaning up the mess my precum had been making. How degrading it must be
for him, I thought.
The slave that had been cleaning up the Italian guy finished and left. The
Italian guy gave me a wink and disappeared as well. When the lad finished
cleaning the floor he stood up and walked off. I was all alone again in a room
full of men.
But not for long.
I watched as a slave pushing a cart, ahead of himself, headed towards me. He
was followed by two others. What's up now I wondered.
The slave pushed the cart up beside me and stopped. There were a number of
strange looking objects on the top. The bottom portion was closed in and it had
a drawer and a large door below that.
The slave pulled open the drawer and took out a straight razor and laid it on
the top. He then pulled out a can and shook it a bit. Bringing the can up
to my right pec he squirted white foam onto my pec. With his other hand he
swished it around until quite a large area was covered with the foam. From
the smell I knew it was shaving foam.
Why would they want to shave my pec. I hardly have what you would call hair
there. I am practically bald.
As soon as he had the foam spread around one of the other slaves picked up the
razor and deftly scraped all the foam off and presumably any peach fuzz I may
have had there.
While the lad with the razor was busy the chap with the foam went around to my
rear and foamed up my left ass cheek. Then the lad with razor was there
scraping my ass cheek.
The lad with the foam came around in front and knelt down. I looked down and
watched him spread the foam all around my pubs. Well I guess I was now going
to have a bald dick to go with all my other baldness. I still was pretty high
from the beer and found that funny, so began to giggle.
Then the razor man was down there and shaved my pubs clean. I could just
imagine what it now looked like. However I was still baffled. Why the
shaving? What dastardly, painful ordeal did Dieter have planned for me now.
When they were both finished another lad stepped up with a spray bottle. He
sprayed my pec liberally then wiped it dry with a clean towel. He continued on
to do my ass cheek and my pubs.
Their work completed the three slaves stepped back, behind the cart and stood
side by side. A tall Master stepped forward.
"Harold, what are you?" he asked loudly.
"I am a slave, Sir." I answered.
"To whom do you belong?"
"To Master Charlie, Sir."
"What may Master Charlie do with you?"
"Anything he wants, Sir. He owns me."
"Master Charlie has decreed that you should be marked with his mark." he said
looking into my eyes.
"Do you have any objections to being so marked?"
A trick question. I knew it. If I make any objection I will never leave Master
Dieter's hell hole and may even end up in that parts farm that so desperately
needs bodies.
"I can make no objection, Sir. Master Charlie owns this body and may do with it
what pleases him to do, Sir." I said, hating myself for giving in, but knowing I
had no choice except pain and possibly death.
I was looking at Charlie when I said it. He positively beamed when I finished
making that statement. He was a very happy man. All I can say is I am glad
someone was happy, it sure wasn't me.
The Master turned away from me then. The green eyed guy materialized from out
of nowhere and was standing before the cart. He bent down and opened the big
door in the bottom half. He flicked some switches, took something with wires
attached out and stood up.
"Harold, just relax." he said quietly and calmly.
"This is a Laser Brander. It is relatively painless and it is automatic. I
will place this pad on your chest and tape it into place, then push this little
button." he informed me pointing the button.
"The laser will go to work and burn Master Charlie's brand into your chest. It
is much more effective then the branding that they do on cattle. This brand
can never be removed and it is not even painful."
Saying that he pushed the button. There was a sudden whirring noise from the
cart and I felt a slight prickling sensation on my chest. The whole process
only took a couple of seconds and he was removing the pad.
He motioned to one of the other slaves. The lad stepped forward and removed a
mirror from the drawer. He held it up so I could see my new brand. I had
expected to see something ugly, like, "This pig belongs to Charlie." Instead,
what I saw was the head of an eagle. It was approximately 4" x 4" and was
black.
While I was admiring the mark that made me Charlie's property, the green eyed
guy was taping the laser to my right ass cheek. I guess they want the mark in
two places just in case they tear one off. I shuddered at the thought.
A few moments later the green eyed guy was taping the thing to my pubic area.
He pushed the button, the whirring started then stopped. He removed the thing
and the slave with the mirror tipped it so I could now see my pubic area.
Instead of an Eagle what I saw was the word, "SLAVE", in big capital letters,
right across my pub.
Oh shit I thought. What the hell did they do to my ass? I guess I wouldn't
find out until someone decided to tell me. However I still had enough of the
beer in me that I became very brave and just asked.
"Sir." I said to the green eyed guy.
"What was branded on my ass?"
He looked at me then over to Master Dieter. Master Dieter gave a, "yes", nod.
He looked at me and said:
"The Property of Master Charlie."
Damn it I knew the fucker would put something like that on me..........
Sonofabitch. He kept me practically naked all the time, that pouch hid
nothing except my dick and balls. Those two fucking brands would be visible to
everyone all the fucking time. I felt sick inside.
The green eyed guy began packing up his equipment and then he and his three
helpers left. Charlie immediately made his way to me.
"I some how got the impression you do not like the brands, Harold." he said
quietly.
"What I like or do not like is of no importance, Sir. My only role in life from
here on is to obey." I said sadly.
"Yes, that is your role, Harold, and your likes and dislikes are not relevant.
But just to satisfy my own curiosity, what do you honestly think of them?" he
asked.
"Sir, I have no objection to the Eagle, I think it looks rather good. The
words on my ass and pubs, which will always be visible are probably the meanest
thing you have ever done to me, Sir." I answered, my lips trembling, afraid he
would go off the deep end.
"Yes, you are probably right. I don't particularly like marking my slaves,
Harold, but you are a special case. You have such an independent spirit that I
want you to be constantly reminded of who you are and to whom you belong." so
saying he turned and walked away.
The beer slave was waiting right behind him. As soon as he walked away the
beers slave walked up and I had to drink another mug of the fucking stuff.
When he had finished pouring the beer down my throat, he turned around and
announced that I had got it all down without spilling any. As he left another
slave was right behind him holding a chair. I knew what that meant, time to
suck more cock.
He was a very good looking older man. He was about 5' 9", 170 lbs, dark hair
and well tanned. He placed the chair then climbed up. He placed his hands
behind my head and pushed my face into his leather pouch covered jewels.
He rubbed my face around in his crotch for a while, as the group standing around
watching made all manner of snide comment. I like the smell and taste of
leather, but I don't much like having my face forcefully pushed into a leather
covered crotch. My cock, on the other hand thought it was very erotic and had
stood up and was waving to everyone in the room.
The man finally pulled back and someone unfastened and removed his pouch. A
beautiful, uncut, six and a half inch dick sprung out. It had to be almost 2
inches in diameter. He brought it close to my mouth and ordered me to kiss it.
Three big muscular slaves stepped forward. The man lifted his right leg up and
one of the slaves grasped it and held it up high. The other two slaves
supported him and kept him steady. I was then ordered to lick, kiss and suck
on his precious orbs. They were shaved clean and felt so velvety smooth
against my tongue.
After taking each orb in my hot mouth and giving it pleasure, the three slaves
giving him support maneuvered him around so his ass crack was right in front of
my face. He did not have to give any orders I knew exactly what was expected.
Although I did not much like licking a strange ass hole I knew I had no choice.
The moment my tongue touched his rim, I said a silent thank you. He had
cleaned himself well. His rim was smooth, it had been shaved, and had a fresh,
clean taste. I worked my tongue, daringly all around the rim. Every few
seconds I would run it across his pink pucker and get a thrill from his moans.
He was now involuntarily gyrating his hips. I had to move my head to keep up
with him. I had progressed now to licking the pucker and teasing my tongue
into the warm hole.
His moans and the gyrating of his hips were constant as my tongue forced it's
way completely in. Then I began a gentle tongue fuck of his ass pussy.
I kept up this tongue fuck for quite some time. The crowd of Master's and
slave's looking on were chanting and clapping their hands to the rhythm of my
tongue thrusts.
"Fuck that hole. Oh piggy, tongue fuck that hole."
My cock was throbbing and bouncing around. Oh how I wished someone would take
it in their mouth. It would have made this whole thing perfect. But I knew
it was wishful thinking. I was not going to get off again tonight. Not one of
the slave's would want to risk a lashing as bad as the last fellow received.
I guess my partner needed his cock stimulated as much as I. He finally had the
supporters pull him back and get him onto his own two feet again.
Then that beautiful, fat cock was heading for my yearning mouth. A long string
of silver precum was hanging down as it approached. I pushed out my tongue and
caught a small bit of it, but the rest went sailing off to the floor.
I took just he head in my mouth and worked my tongue under the foreskin. He
tasted marvelous. Just that taste alone caused my dick to bounce a couple of
times. I worked my tongue all around that huge head, then began to take him
deeper and deeper into my hot mouth. I wanted desperately to have him all the
way down my throat.
I only had one tiny twinge when his dick reached my gag point. I pulled back
slightly then pushed forward and the fabulous cock went sliding down until his
pubs pushing against my nose and chin stopped any further penetration.
I just held it there for a few minutes, luxuriating in the feel of it, filling
my passage. Then I pulled back until the tip was at my lips and then plunged
it all the way home again. He let out a big moan, and I then began rhythmic
fucking of my own face on this man's throbbing member.
I could feel him getting closer and closer to climax, buy subtle changes and
vibrations in his cock. I picked up the rhythm and enjoyed the sounds of his
gasps, increased breathing rate moans and little yelps of pleasure. I was
becoming quite the cocksucker.
A sudden surge of blood into his dick warned me he was about to blow. I wanted
him to be deep in my throat when he shot his first load. I tuned completely in
on the changes taking place inside his cock. Turning off all my senses except
the feelings in my lips, tongue and throat. The became my eyes, ears and
fingers. Sensing all the little changes, fine tuning my reactions to what I
felt from his dick. Increasing the rhythm here, flicking my tongue there.
Then I felt his cock perceptible increase in size. Somehow I knew
instinctively that this was precursor to climax. I pushed forward hard,
lodging that big cock deep in my throat, just as he screamed:
"Oh, yeaaaaaaaaaaaa. Take my juice, piggy. Fuck ya......take my fucking
juice."
I felt the pulse of his first load travelling down, through his urethra to
squirt with abandon deep in my throat. I was so happy that I was able to get
him to shoot while it was down there.
As soon as I felt that first shot travelling down his dick I began to pull out
so his second shot would be in my mouth. Again was timing was excellent and his
second shot started to fill my mouth as I was pushing forward to force him back
down into my throat.
My taste buds were now fully alive with the taste of his man juice. His cum
was not quite as bitter as some of the younger lads. I rather like it.
Hi had shot his third load in my throat and was now shooting his forth load in
my mouth. I was in glory. This was just a wonderful experience, the only
thing that would have made it better is if I could have cum with him.
When his nuts were finally emptied, I savoured the taste of him as I cleaned him
up. Gently pushing the foreskin back with my teeth, so my tongue could clean
every inch, get every drop of his precious juice.
With great sorrow I watched as that magnificent cock was pulled away and he got
down off the chair. Oh how I wanted to get down on my knees and take it back in
my mouth. I watched as he picked up his chair and walked away.
I was so busy watching him walk away that I didn't see the young guy that rushed
up and took my dick in his mouth. I just sudden felt a wonderfully hot mouth
wrap around and begin to suck. The boy wasted no time in getting it down his
throat. He was fucking his face at a furious rate on my swollen member.
I could feel myself getting ready to cum and though I wanted it more than
anything, I was suddenly afraid.
"Stop, Sir." I called down to him. "Please, Sir, stop I am going to cum if you
don't stop. Please Sir I do not want another beating. Please stop."
The boy paid no attention to me, if anything he picked up the rhythm. I was in
a real panic now. I tried thinking of other things, anything that would make
me forget about what he was doing to my cock. The more I tried to forget or
get my mind away from it, the hotter I got.
The crowd was watching and I guess they could see the panic on my face and in my
eyes. My last chance.
"Please Master dieter, Sir, the boy is going to make me cum. I have tried to
obey, Sir, but can not hold much longer. Please Sir, I do not wish to disobey."
I begged.
He just laughed. His cold blue eyes, never for a moment leaving mine. He
wanted me to disobey. He wanted to give his Master friends another chance to
beat unmercifully another poor defenseless slave.
I knew then that I could not win. I had been ordered not to cum, but could not
do anything to stop it. Defeated, I surrendered to the wonderful feeling of
the boys lips on my cock.
I could feel my nuts shift under the pressure of that 30 lb weight. My semen
was beginning the journey that would send it flying under great force, out into
a hostile world.
"Ohhhhhhhhh Yessssssssssssssssss." I cried out.
To be continued.
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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