Now, in the harsh glare of the lights, Billy dangled from the chains, his biceps and traps glistening with sweat as they ached under the strain. Ryan Connolley still stood behind him, the Xtreme fighter's fluffy copper nest of pubes pressed against the perfectly rounded globes of Billy Lonergan's freshly deflowered ass. Seven inches of steel-hard cock still pulsed within his assails. Billy moaned slightly as he felt his idol's creamy seed leak from the stretched hole and down his tanned thighs making a thick river through the golden hairs on his muscular legs.
"Good job, Billy," the disembodied voice on the loudspeaker said. "Ryan, how was that ass?"
"Prime," the slender, copper-curled Irish thug groaned, using the same word Billy had heard him use time and time again when the athlete had been asked about each fighter he'd conquered. Now Billy Lonergan knew that Ryan Connolley OWNED his ass.
"Yes," the voice snickered, "that's what our high bidder said about Billy's creamy load after he'd swallowed every drop."
Billy remembered that the milker was attached to a collection beaker and the none…no ten strong blasts of cum he'd ejaculated had nearly filled the glass, which was then auctioned off to an unseen bidder.
"Well, no rest for the weary, Billy! It's time for phase two. I'm afraid you're going to have to slip your cock out of Billy's ass, Ryan. We have some guests who's like to use it."
Before Billy could protest, Ryan's cock slipped out of his hole and he was spun around on the chain so that he was facing Ryan and his ass was level with where the glory hole had been. Once more the wall came down, and the perfect, hairless globes of Billy's freshly abused ass were pressed against the opening.
"You know the rules Billy. No talking while you're being fucked or you'll give away your little secret. To insure that you don't make a sound, Ryan, why don't you stuff something into Billy's mouth."
The audience had a clear view of the ripped athlete, his cock still rock hard and level with Billy Lonergan's perfectly pouty lips. Billy, defeated began to ask why his idol had sold him out like this, but before he could utter a sound, his mouth was stuffed full of cock. First, just the knob filled the gaping cavity and Ryan whispered, "Suckle on it… keep it nice and wet." There was something unspoken in this…the tacit implication that if Billy did a good job, he would soon be choking on a mouthful of cum.
Once again, the loudspeaker announced the arrival of some guests, and as the stage lights got brighter, Billy could also hear three guys being ushered onto the stage.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the voice announced, "we have two young men here straight from their graduation ceremonies! We thought it would be a nice way to congratulate these young scholars, by giving them the hottest, sweetest, tightest ass to fuck and the beautiful young thing behind the wall over there, has volunteered. Isn't she gorgeous guys?"
Billy heard two young male voices agree, and there was no hiding the excitement in their voices. "That's the prettiest ass I ever saw," one of them said, and to Billy's horror he realized it was his friend from the neighborhood, Tonio. Tonio was Italian -- tall, lean, jet black hair with an olive complexion. Billy had heard Tonio brag a bunch of times about how he'd ruined a girl's pussy with his fat italian salami. Today, Billy Lonergan was going to be on the receiving end.
"Fuck yeah," another voice agreed, and Billy realized that was Big Mike, the body- builder. The guy could bench press 350, and had 19" guns, and a 48" chest that tapered down to a 30" waist. Billy had seen Big Mike in amateur competitions, and he was like a statue of a Greek God. What was worse, his posing strap did little to hide his 8" dick.
They tossed a coin to see who was going to go first, and Tonio won.
"Go easy on her boys," the voice chuckled.
"Fuck that!" Tonio answered, "I already see she got fucked today. I'm showing this bitch no mercy."
Billy shuddered, both in anticipation of the long, dark, fat cock that was about to eviscerate him and in fear that he'd somehow be discovered by these neighborhood boys, his friends. If they knew it was him, he'd forever be their bitch.
He felt Tonio's rough-calloused hands on his smooth butt. "This ass is perfect, mami. It's a shame what I'm gonna do with it."
Billy felt the fat cock SLAP against his cheeks and the crowd went wild. Tonio got all goofy, playing to the crowd. "You think I should feed this dick to this chick?" he asked.
A chorus of "yesses" rose through the air, and Tony placed the burning knob of his dick against the pink hole. He felt it pucker and release. "Oooh, you want it, huh baby?" Billy puckered his hole again, in response. "You got it!"
Bracing one hand against the wall, and the other guiding his massive cock into the tight little opening, Tonio pushed forward…steadily…steadily…til a dark black bush of hair was pressed against the beautiful ass mounds. He could hear soft moaning, muffled by…something.
"This bitch got a cock in her mouth on the other side?" Tonio asked
"Yes she does, Tonio," the voice replied, "we knew there'd be some screams to muffle."
"You fucking got THAT right!" Tony laughed as he took a deep breath and started to ride his long fat cock in and out of the breeched hole. "So sweet…he moaned….so tight….it's like this cunt is milking my cock."
As if on cue, the milker was slipped over Billy's cock, and Billy was overwhelmed with sensations. Sucking on his idol's dick, being fucked in the ass by the neighborhood pussy-hound and having his own cock pneumatically caressed let Billy breathless and snorting thru his nose.
"Fuck baby girl, I can't hold back. You ready for some ass-babies?", Tonio grunted as his nuts tightened. Before Billy could answer, Ryan slipped his cock deeper, his knob pressed up against the opening of Billy's throat. He began to force-fuck Billy's mouth just as Tonio BLASTED deep within the captive ass. When Tonio cummed, so did Billy -- shooting thick cream into the collecting beaker. "Shit girl, you are cumin with me, I can feel it. This shit is hot!"
Tonio pulled his cock free, and the crowd applauded.
"Big Mike, you are up at bat…and that's a pretty big bat!", the voice chortled.
As Billy panted, in between Ryan's fuck-thrusts into his mouth, Big Mike stepped up. "Get that ass over here, whore" he moaned, grabbing each cheek as he brought his dick forward.
Big Mike's cock was SWALLOWED by the freshly fucked ass, and in appreciation, Mike moaned, "Girl, you want this dick so bad? I'm gonna split your ass open."
With both hands braced against the wall, the body-builder SLAMMED into that ass with full force. Again and again he used 225 lbs of muscle leverage to pond forward, making the wall shake with each fuck-thrust.
"Take my dick, whore," Mike groaned as he picked up speed, jack-hammering his cock into the "girl's" tiny hole. Meanwhile, Ryan Connoley was matching Mike stroke for stroke. Mike could hear slurping, moaning, gagging, and it only made him fuck the slut harder.
"Dude," Mike called out over the wall to Ryan, "cum in her mouth while I hose her ass.
Ryan called back, "You got it man…you ready?"
"Fuck yeah, I can cum on cue," the bodybuilder laughed. "5…4….3…2….1"
Billy Lonergan began to choke on a hosing of cock-milk filling his mouth from the front just as Big Mike let loose with cannon-blast after cannon-blast of jizz right up his hole.
When Big Mike heard the gagging, he called out "Fuck yeah man, give it to her. Her ass can barely take my cock AND my load."
It was true. A flood of white cream was overflowing the perimeter of Big Mike's fuck-stick, glazing Billy's ass-cheeks and thighs. Big Mike pulled out in mid-blast, shooting one, two, three stripes of thick white cream across the mounds of Billy Lonergan's ass. This triggered Billy's second load, which filled the beaker nearly to the top.
The neighborhood ass-fuckers were quickly ushered out to applause, and the wall was raised revealing the suppliant Billy Lonergan, ass painted white with jizz, his lips still wrapped around Ryan Conolley's cock.
The voice immediately started bidding for the nearly full beaker of Lonergan Cum, and it sold for nearly $10,000. Billy was too busy to notice, licking Ryan Connoley's cock clean. As his tongue lapped up the last of the sweet cream from Ryan's cockhead, he looked up at the sweat-streaked body of his idol. Up, past the deeply ridged obliques; past the eight defined plates of abdominals; up over the round smooth peeks capped with rock hard nipples the color of cinnamon; into Ryan Connolley's unwavering green eyes. Billy Lonergan wrapped his lips protectively around Ryan's still-hard cock, and Ryan Connolley nodded and smiled.
At the bar, Mike Capiletti was buying another round for his old frat buddies. This was a reunion of sorts. He hadn't seen his college bros for nearly ten years. Compared to some of his friends, he still looked pretty good -- full head of curly black hair, still ripped. Sad to see how some of his buds had gone to pot.
Tethered to a hammock inside the blackbox, quarterback Cooper McLaughlin's muscles ached. Anus and face hot-waxed smooth, doused with perfume, his plump lips painted a deep, shiny magenta, Cooper was experiencing the revenge of Coach Capilletti. Coop had participated in the Coach's forced milking by giving the Coach a nice prostate massage…with his eight inch uncut cock! Now the
Trussed to a hammock inside the blackbox, football stud Cooper McLaughlin's muscles throbbed. His asshole and face had been hot-waxed smooth and he had been drenched with cheap perfume; his temptingly thick lips had been coated with glossy red lipstick as Cooper was experiencing the revenge of Coach Capilletti. Coop had joined in the Coach's forced cock-milking by some fucked up fertility
Mike Capiletti lay exhausted, bound to the cross-spreader, wrists bound above his head, ankles tethered below in a giant X. His perfectly sculpted gym-teacher body glistened with sweat, making every muscle in his chest and abs seem even more defined. Though his forced ejaculation had been more than fifteen minutes ago, his thick nipples were still diamond hard and his 8 inch uncut cock
Mike Capiletti, the 25 year old gym teacher, had been allowed to sleep for twenty minutes -- just enough time to regain his strength. His muscles gleamed with perspiration after having been forced to fuck the milker for two explosive orgasms -- orgasms whose potent cumloads had been bought and paid for by anonymous rich women with the express purpose of impregnating them. He had
As the doctor toweled the sweat pooling in the ridged abs of his trussed captive, he took a moment to admire the heterosexual perfection that was Mike Capiletti, the 25 year old gym teacher. Every taut muscle sheened with perspiration, like polished marble on a greek statue. After having been forced to fuck the milking-machine to three explosive orgasms -- orgasms whose potent
Cooper McLaughlin, the handsome and hung young quarterback on Mike Capiletti's football team stood trembling in the afterglow of an intense orgasm. Sweat glistened on his hairless, alabaster chest like a mirror, making each muscle seem even more defined. Each long breath he took swelled his pecs and made each ridge of his eight-pack tighten. His uncut cock lay twitching against the
Cooper McLaughlin, struggled agains the restraints holding his wrists and ankles tethered apart, forcing every one of the handsome young quarterback's muscles to flex in perfect symmetry. Lured here to this unknown laboratory by an anonymous scientist, he'd watched Coach Mike Capiletti as he was force-milked to orgasm, pushed over the edge by the insertion of a man's cock in his ass.
Cooper McLaughlin's eyes went wide at the site of metal table over on which lay a rattan cane four feet (1.2 metres) long and half an inch (1.27 cm) thick. The cane had been soaked in water beforehand to make it heavier and more flexible.One more he tested the restraints holding his wrists and ankles tethered apart, but of course it was of no use. The doctor has tested this to make
Cooper McLaughlin, young quarterback, lay panting on the floor. His ass burned inside and out. His perfectly rounded bubble-cheeks still bore the mark of the lash, from the caning he'd received… rubbed even more raw by the dense pubic bush of Coach Mike Cappiletti. Inside, the sweat-glistened football stud's ass burned with the after-glow of his first fucking. His anus ached from the
Private Johnny Erskine was heading stateside. He got his papers a week ago and his duffle was packed. he was heading out on the next convoy to the airstrip and he'd be in Iowa within 48 hours. Suddenly the barracks door burst open and three of the guys in his platoon stood in the doorway -- Pvt. Gianni Santana, Pvt. Luis Cardenas, and Pvt. Rusty Malone. Erskine jumped. Everyone else
Officer Jim moved stealthily through the bushes outside the deserted arena. At least, it was supposed to be deserted. Though the windows had been blacked out, Officer Jim could still see light coming from inside the small Xtreme Fighting stadium; he could sense movement from within; could hear cheers and … moans -- but were they moans of pain or moans of pleasure.He's noticed
Xtreme fighter Ryan Connolley floated between consciousness and unconsciousness. His mind was dazed, his throat dry, and his ass was sore … like after a really good martial arts workout. He'd had the most fucked-up dream -- drugged, kidnapped by a conglomerate of faggots determined to revenge themselves on him for his homophobic comments and actions, he'd been held against his will,
Ryan woke up in his bed and his head was swimming. The lean, irish Xtreme fighter ran a hand over his chest and winced. His nipples were raw … still swollen from the way they had been pinched and tugged by Tony Sanchez as he stuffed his 8” dick up Ryan’s ass.“My girlfriend Maria loves to have her titties played with when I fuck her” Sanchez had grunted as he slammed his cock, full
Billy Lonnergan couldn't believe what he'd just seen projected onto the giant screen of the darkened arena -- footage of his idol, Xtreme fighter Ryan Connelly being force-fucked by mechanical copulation device. Wrists and ankles bound, muscled legs forced apart, the lean, copper-haired fighter had been lubed before having a 9 inch rubber dildo forced into his virgin ass again and again
Billy Lonergan's cheeks blushed crimson. But then, his soft, androgynous…almost pretty face… would have had a natural blush, even if his captors hadn't painted the slim blond Xtreme fighting fan's face with cosmetics. His full lips were painted the scarlet color that whore's wear, his lashes enhanced, and crystal blue eyes lined with coal. Billy had been chained into a bent position by
Ryan Connolly woke dazed and confused, his muscles aching, his balls empty. As his eyes began to focus he realized he was laying prone inside the Xtreme Fighting Arena where he'd won his victory just the night before. At least, he THOUGHT it was the night before. He'd lost all track of time during his ordeal. His mind still woozy from the effects of the the drug he'd been slipped, he
Billy Lonnergan sat on a bench in the locker-room of the Xtreme Fighting arena, waiting for champion Ryan Connolly. He couldn't fucking believe he had the balls to go up to his hero after the match, let alone strike up a conversation with him.
Billy Lonnergan dreamed last night of finally meeting his idol, Xtreme fighter Ryan Connelly and going out for a beer with him, like they were best buds or something. Can you fucking imagine that, he thought to himself, actually getting to hang out with a true champion. Billy had gone to every match he could get to, and those he couldn't watch in person, he's watched on TV. He'd
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