O.K. fellas, let’s all say it together: TONGUE IN CHEEK. If you don’t know what that means THEN DON’T READ THIS STORY...
Chapter 1
Billy Conrad was a striking young man, six feet tall, 160 pounds with not an ounce of fat (Billy’s first trainer, his dad, was a harsh task master, who instilled in him the importance of a strong healthy body….. The results were stunning). Billy had bright green eyes with gold flecks that mesmerized the girls, and wavy blond hair that framed his face and made him look like he’d been put together in some Hollywood studio, a composite of the hottest leading men. His biceps bulged; his hunky square ass was a sight to behold, and hoo Lordy, those legs, they were perfection, with solid meaty thighs and firm full calves, all covered with ultra soft, fine blond hair. Billy was quite a package… and speaking of packages, Billy sported two lemon sizes balls to complement his thick nine inch dick.
Five mornings a week Billy worked out at a large metropolitan gym and unbeknownst to him half the women and several of the men in attendance, at that particular time, on those particular days were there to watch Billy work out. After an hour of aerobics his tanned body would develop a sheen; tiny droplets of sweat made him look as though he’d been dusted with diamonds… After another hour of lifting weights he positively reeked of MAN… pure essence of masculinity. Billy often wondered why his tee shirts, tank tops, jocks and shorts kept disappearing from the locker room… His sweaty athletic wear fueled the fantasies of every closet case in the gym.
Totally oblivious to his good looks and many gifts Billy was one of the nicest, sweetest twenty two year old boys you can imagine. Although he had dated lots of eligible women, one hotter and smarter than the next, he hadn’t yet decided on a girlfriend… As a matter of fact… lately… Billy had been experiencing some new feelings… Strange feelings… They concerned him. But on this hot sunny day in June Billy had nothing on his mind but a fun filled weekend, at a mountain get away, with seven or eight of his very best friends from college. Billy felt light and free as he sped along in his hot, new, cherry red sports car, a graduation gift from his doting parents. The problem was Billy had a bit of a lead foot, and that together with the slick pavement from the previous night’s rain was enough…
Billy took a rather treacherous curve, at 88 mph, went through a pool of water, tried to slow down by hitting the brakes, and lost all control of the car. It taxied a few feet, then took off like a 747, leaving the road and flying over a rather dense cluster of fir trees, into a less forgiving group of hard woods, and was finally stopped by the trunk of a two hundred year old maple.
Billy’s car folded like an accordion. Without his seat belt and air bag he’d have been dog meat. As it was part of the floor opened like a soda can and the sharp metal edge punctured Billy’s groin tearing his cock and balls right off of his body.
Two fur-trapper mountain-men brothers, Clem and Jed heard the squealing wheels and the loud crunch. They hiked for almost twenty minutes in the direction of the noise and found Billy’s car folded neatly against the tree.
They took one look at Billy lying there so helpless and became instantly enamored of the hot, young newly-nutted Boy. They dragged his otherwise, uninjured body out of the crumbled driver's seat. The unfortunate boy was stunned and pouring blood from his crotch which Jed immediately sewed up with some twine and a big needle he happened to have with him; two of the items they used in their TAXIDERMY BUSINESS!
Poor sweet Billy awoke screaming, took one look at what was going on, and instantly passed out as Jed, the younger brother, sewed his crotch, along with his urethra closed. Clem, the older and much larger brother picked up Billy, as easily as a down pillow, and tossed him over his shoulder. Then Jed and Clem took the boy, softly moaning, in horrible pain, half dead from loss of blood, but FIGHTING TO STAY ALIVE, up to their mountain home.
As they hiked up the steep path the brothers kept looking at Billy, then at each other and smiling….. Meanwhile their cocks began to tingle and grow….. and grow….. and grow. Poor Billy’s manhood lock, stock, and barrel was in a bloody sack over Jed’s shoulder.
They were barely in the door when they began stripping Billy…. unwrapping their new gift from the forest demons. They pulled off his shirt, tore off what was left of his pants, took off his sandals, and threw him on the bed naked.
Clem winked at Jed, “Go ahead, you have dibs. Besides if I fuck him first I’ll tear him in half. This way you kin loosen him up some.”
Jed didn’t need a second invitation. He unceremoniously, dropped his heavy corduroy pants, and without the aid of lube drove his ten inch prick into Billy’s virgin asshole. Billy gave a small “hurrrumph” as Jed plowed him like the south forty, and his body bounced up and down, up and down. Jed fucked him hard… reeeeel hard. Lucky for him, Billy didn’t regain consciousness; Jed’s oversized prick was reeking havoc with his asshole, which began to bleed. After ten minutes of unimaginative pistoning in and out, Jed groaned with satisfaction and deposited several big streamers of thick white ball scum deep in Billy’s rectum. Jed stayed put.
“Clem, ya mind if I go agin, it’s been a while since we had virgin pussy and this is prime… tight, hot, and I swear, he’s makin’ pussy slush?… He’s a born cunt!”
Clem just shrugged his shoulders and grunted, “Hurry up, my balls is already achin’. They’s full. I gotta gallon of my jizzum to push up his pussy… HURRY UP!...” Then to the floor he mewled, “selfish, fuckin’ asshole.”
Jed didn’t hear him. Billy’s rectum felt soooo warm, soooo good, hugging the full length of his fat prick. Jed was truly in “hillbilly heaven.” In and out, he went; all the way to his pubes Jed drove that horse cock….. He altered his form, pulling all the way out, waiting a moment, and then stabbing Billy’s hole again…. not stopping till his balls slapped HARD against Billy’s firm butt and he couldn’t go any further. Jed wanted to fuck the boy loooooong… imagining his moose prick ultimately expanding Billy’s throat and coming out his mouth… he wanted to fuck the boy blind… fuck him dead... and keep fucking his corpse…
As Jed became less and less man, more and more animal; IT GOT NOISY… with a tthhhhhwwwapppp and a slllllluuuuuppp… several pops… and loud wet ppppwwwwwbbbb’s now and then as droplets of hot sticky ass goo flew this way and that. And the rape continued.
Fifteen minutes later sweat was dripping off Jed everywhere, and he struggled for breath as the rape went on. Billy began making involuntary hhaarrrruummpps as Jed’s attack forced air in and out of his lungs. The poor boy’s eyes opened a slit as Jed howled and came again. This time he pulled out of Billy’s asshole and shot glob after glob of ball puke all over Billy’s back and ass……
As if he hadn’t had enough Jed rammed his firm dick back into Billy and collapsed on his back… As his prick deflated Jed began pissing into Billy’s bowels…. And he pissed, and pissed and pissed…
It was Clem’s turn…
When Clem’s monster prick met Billy’s reamed out... leaking... draining... bleeding... slimy... sloppy... wounded asshole there was a problem, he was simply TOO LARGE!! So he pulled it out from between Billy’s sweet pale white ass cheeks, took two of his meaty fingers, spit on them twice, and shoved them up Billy’s ass. After that came three and then four fingers. Clem tried his cock again… still no entry… Not by a long shot.
This was taking too long...
Clem picked Billy up like a sack of potatoes, threw him over his shoulder, and carried him into their taxidermy “work room.” He put Billy on a large flat table/platform that had a wide range of hooks and rings and leather restraints to hold the cadavers of the “animals” as they worked on them. Clem secured Billy’s arms and legs, spread eagle, then used the winch links at the top and bottom of the table to pull Billy’s arms and legs TIGHT, and began turning the wheel… click… click… click. Soon Billy’s body was stretched to its limit in a large X. Next Clem put a wide leather strap under Billy’s midsection, then he pulled down a rope from the overhead pulley system, attached it to chains from both sides of the strap, and lifted Billy’s middle up about eight inches off the table. In this position his asshole was clearly “on display.” Billy moaned, he was coming to again.
Clem reached for their tool box as Jed began to dance from one foot to the next, “C’mon Clem, hurry up, I gotta piss agin’”
The boys pulled Billy’s sweet bubble butt cheeks further apart, and inserted four blunt ended gaff hooks into Billy’s anal ring. The hooks were attached to pullies, then to a main winch… AND THE FUN BEGAN. Each hook pulled in a different direction. They could easily accomplish what Clem’s fingers and cock could not. The winch began to turn and Billy’s hole gaped wider and wider… one click… two clicks… three clicks… four…
Billy dreamed that he was in a hospital, in a delivery room, HAVING A BABY…. The doctor kept yelling for him to HURRY UP… THAT HE WAS NEXT… OHHHH JESUS CHRIST, It hurt like BLOODY FUCKING HELL, soooo Billy began to scream!
Clem’s cock was so hard it hurt as he watched his BRAND SPANKING NEW PUSSY BECKONING. It had gone from a quarter sized opening to a half dollar, to a SILVER DOLLAR. Clem was waiting for a hole he could toss a baseball through. HE HAD A GRRRRRREAT BIGGGGG PRICK.
Billy was crying and yelling and wildly rolling his head from side to side, then up and down. He was in agony and couldn’t do anything about it…. He couldn’t even thrash his arms and legs, BUT HE TRIED.
By now he realized he was “somewhere” and there were “others” around him….. BEHIND HIM. Momentarily his mind flew to a UFO abduction scenario, but things didn’t “fit.”… All his senses told him he wasn’t in a space ship.
Maybe it was a hospital? Maybe these were doctors? BUT GEEEEEZE, WHY WOULDN’T THEY LISTEN TO HIM????…
WHY WOULDN’T THEY TALK TO HIM????….
WHY WOULDN’T THEY COMFORT HIM????…
WHY WEREN’T THEY GIVING HIM SOMETHING FOR THIS GOD AWFUL PAIN???
WHERE THE FUCK WAS THE PAIN MEDICINE??? …
WHAT WAS ALL THIS MISERY BETWEEN HIS LEGS AND IN HIS ASS????
HE ACHED… WAS ON FIRE… WAS BEING TORN APART… OHHHHHH GOD, HOW HE WANTED HELP!
WHERE WAS THE HELP???
Between shrieks, Billy begged, “Please can’t I have something for the pain… doctor? Excuse me, are you a doctor???
Scream!!!
“Please won’t you help me?”
Shriek!...Loud moan!!
As Billy passed out for the third time he realized this wasn’t a hospital, and these weren’t doctors.
Jed and Clem were having a riotous good time hearing their latest toy begging for their help. They sure loved it, that first day, when the new meat began its trip through the psychological stages of captivity… The “pleas” usually came first. “The thing” would appeal to their reason, to their humanity, to their pity… Then came anger, screaming, yelling, cursing, threatening (sometimes the furious phase came first… it depended on how the cunt-hole thought.)…Kinda during/after the anger came THREATS….. BIG THREATS… Man O Man were the boys in trouble… if they didn’t let the cum-rag go they’d spend the rest of their lives in prison… the fuck-toy always KNEW he’d be missed and whole garrisons of detectives would be/had been, dispatched to find him…
That AT ANY MOMENT throngs of cops would be breaking down the door to save them, HOWEVER, if the brothers immediately let the piss pot go he would “try” his “best” to see they got a “fair” deal. Next there were pledges of money, more money than they could imagine; all kinds of worldly goods, anything they wanted … their heart’s delight… And assurances that their names, faces, all identifiers would be erased from the “meat’s” mind… Eventually, when all else failed, filled with fear and trepidation, the cunt holes would offer themselves up… with an appeal for NO MORE PAIN… PLEEEEEEZE… After another day or two of unrelenting pain and degradation, IF they could still talk, the pussies gave up; and handed themselves over for “whatever” the boys wanted, as if they had a choice; but even at the point of emotional collapse they’d pray for some kind of “reprieve” down the road. In the end came TOTAL BREAKDOWN…. WRETCHEDNESS…… HOPELESSNESS….. AND MINDLESSNESS. The whole process, this sampler of emotional apexes happened within the first week or two, and he brothers never grew tired of it… hell, they wallowed in it.
Jed would kick the victim and say, “C’mon pussy ask me reel sweet-like to letcha go, and maybe I will.” Then as the guy would open his mouth to speak Jed would ram his cock down the boy’s throat.
The brothers liked the pleading and begging and bargaining in the early days; it made them hotter than hell and EVERY FUCKING TIME they’d drool pre-jizz all over the floor. BUT their patience wore thin fast and in a matter of days it was time for the cock-hole to SHUT THE FUCK UP! The brothers believed their “make-overs” changed the faggots they kidnapped into dick holes and cum dumps… real, actual, living, breathing pussies… They were faggots, then fuck boys, then “fuck TOYS” and then… ultimately cunts…CUNTS, AND NOTHING MORE.
The brothers had no humanity, no decency, no pity… or shame or souls for that matter. They wanted to have fun. They wanted living, breathing, suffering THINGS TO SCREW. Billy was PERFECT. He was a gift, virtually delivered to their doorstep and they felt like kids at Christmas.
Back on the taxidermy table those four hooks pulled Billy’s asshole open and after ten clicks of the winch’s jaw it was sufficient to the purpose. Billy’s pussy could accommodate Clem’s colossal cock. Blood oozed from the sites of each gaff hook, but “lucky” for sweet Billy there were no major tears… Amazing how assholes can streeeeetch.
Somewhere around the fifth “click” of the winch Billy regained consciousness. A moment later he wished that he hadn’t. This awful machine was tearing him apart. He had NO IDEA what these men were doing to him, and in his dazed condition he imagined their goal was to rip him in half.
Billy’s mind flew from here to there and back again.......OOOOOOHHHHHHH GOD… OOOOOOOOHHHH DEAR GOD… GOD, WHERE ARE YOU???? Billy screamed for help and then for mercy and then he just screamed. The throbbing/aching pain felt like sledge hammers landing their blows slowly, but with all their force… felt like a giant was getting ready to eat him, but first wanted to get at the stuffing. Billy sobbed between yells, between clicks. He was a nice guy. He’d never intentionally hurt anyone. He was good to his parents and always respectful of his elders. WHAT HAD HE DONE TO DESERVE THIS? THERE HAD TO BE SOME EGREGIOUS SIN, SOME UNFORGIVABLE TRESPASS TO WARRANT THIS KIND OF PUNISHMENT. Billy cried out how sorry he was for whatever he had done. At the tenth click Billy sobbed for his mother… His body resonated pain, and he was in agony.
Clem, on the other hand, was beside himself with excitement as he slid into Billy … slowly… deeper and deeper… He paused at the eleven inch mark, released the winch and removed each hook. Billy’s bleeding; warm, pink, young rectum began to return to its normal size and firmly took hold of the length and girth of Clem’s record breaking cock. Clem felt like he was “HOME,” where his dick belonged. This boy was his sheath; the place his prick felt most comfortable. His only desire was to move the rest of the way in, so he began to push.
Each millimeter brought Clem closer to Nirvana and Billy further into HELL. The sweet boy just SOBBED….. he couldn’t scream any more…. He tried to move his mind far, far away…… and was succeeding when……
Clem slapped Billy’s ass with great force, “Don’t you leave me cunt! Don’t you dare go away! You feel me boy…. FEEL ME FUCK THAT PUSSY! That’s what you is…. a cunt…. a pussy….. our hole!”
Billy snapped back to the present and continued to SOB… Clem began to slowly rape the kid. He tried for maximum pleasure for himself and maximum pain for the cunt. And he was a master at it. A quick stab here… a slow push there… Clem’s prick slipped in and out of this eXtremely tight space. The muscles in Billy’s colon were tightening more and more which felt better and better to Clem… worse and worse to Billy.
Clem closed his eyes, threw his head back, and ROARED as he CAME AND CAME AND CAME AND CAME. The sweat soaked monster DIDN’T STOP he just kept fucking… and Billy blurted out a strangled sob with every STAB of Clem’s malevolent cock.
When Billy felt as if it couldn’t get any worse Clem released the boy’s arms, legs, and midsection from the restraints and suddenly Billy was free to thrash around. DEAR GOD, IT WAS PURE TORMENT… THE POOR, SWEET BOY WANTED TO DIE! Clem fucked the kid with great force; fucked him so hard that the boy’s free arms and legs flew this way and that. It looked as if Billy was doing some kind of insane dance on the head of Clem’s cock, and even if he wanted to, Billy didn’t have the strength to hold his limbs in place; so he became Clem’s Sock-Cock Puppet and performed for his master.
And yet, for all the pain and misery, for all he’d been through Billy was still an Adonis.... beautiful to look at, long-legged, tan, blond hair, perfect skin, well muscled, marvelously defined, HOWEVER, what kept him looking beautiful was his inherent goodness that bubbled to the surface and emanated from every pore. It gave the fair-haired boy the aura of an angel and that didn’t escape the brothers. They took care not to mutilate his looks….. not yet….. not till they’d really, really enjoyed just how striking he was…..Once his good looks were etched in their memories they could do as they pleased.
During his “turn” Clem came three more times, always with a copious load. Those lemon sized balls churned out gallons of white creamy sperm-goop every day… sheeee-it! Clem could cum ten times and still give you enough ball puke to fill your hand.
As Clem removed his weapon of destruction it dripped a thick mix of dark red blood and white jizz the consistency of snot. He grabbed Billy by his gold locks, spun him around with a single quick motion, and put his cock’s head against Billy’s pursed lips, “First a kiss on the piss hole, then I’ll letcha suck her clean.”
Billy didn’t even think of refusing. He COULD imagine the kinds of things these men would do to him if he didn’t obey their every command, so he gave Clem’s prick hole a nice long smooch, with a hearty dose of tongue at the end, every second looking straight up into his new owner’s cold, impassive eyes. And when Clem gave him the nod Billy began his best effort toward swallowing as much as possible of this humongous snake. He could barely get his lips around the glans, so he stuck out his tongue, as far as possible, and did his best to improvise. He licked and slurped and swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the musky, salty shellac. Every time he took his eyes away from Clem’s he got a firm slap on the side of his head. Clem liked to see every flicker of humiliation in his pussy boy’s eyes.
All afternoon and all night the brothers took turns fucking their new pussy. They fucked him in the bed, over a chair, up against the wall. They held him by the waist, with no support, arms and legs flopping around, and fucked him like a corpse. They hung him by his ankles and fucked him upside down. They fucked him with their dicks their fingers, their fists, dildos, tools, and all the phallus shaped objects they had around the house. They filled him with jizz and piss then held him over the tub, emptied him out, and began again. The multiple rapes were soooo painful and soooo violent that Billy drifted in and out of consciousness.
Poor Billy awoke to the two men taking turns on his wounded asshole and calling him their new “pussy,” or “cunt,” or “fuck hole.” They were careful NOT to let him DIE. Every now and then they’d take their cocks out of his mouth long enough to spoon some of their hearty beef stew down his throat. That and their protein rich cum gave him the necessary nutrition.
At some point in the night’s fuck-a-thon Billy made the mistake of asking for something to drink. He asked for water… This boy was really, really, really naìve! A moment later he was back on his knees getting a belly full of Jed’s piss. Billy’s cheeks were fully extended as he did his best to swallow mouthful after mouthful of Jed’s rank piss. It was hot and bitter and more disgusting than sucking the blood-cum-ass juice off Clem’s behemoth dick. Billy’s throat was black and blue from learning, IN ONE LESSON, how to survive while deep-throating Jed’s eleven inch dick, and then swallowing his load. DRINKING HIS PISS WAS MORE DIFFICULT. The putrid fluid kept coming and Billy kept swallowing, AND there was NO time to breathe. Jed swore to rip Billy’s ears off, if he lost so much as a drop, and BILLY BELIEVED HIM.
One second before he passed out Jed yanked his prick out of Billy’s mouth and showered the boy in the rest. He soaked Billy’s beautiful hair, pissed up his nose, pissed in his ears, and ended by pissing between Billy’s tits so that the warm yellow liquid, poured down his belly, drenched Billy’s sewn together crotch, and drained down his thighs to the floor.
Jed grabbed Billy’s wet hair and started to drag him across the floor into the kitchen. Billy used his arms and legs to “scamper” after Jed in an attempt to make the trip less painful. The poor sweet boy DID NOT UNDERSTAND. He would have done whatever Jed wanted; gone wherever he was told. Why was it necessary to make EVERYTHING HURT? Jed poured himself a cup of coffee and as he stirred in a spoon of sugar he unceremoniously punched Billy in the jaw, knocking him OUT.
Billy came to, tied to a chair. He looked down between his thick golden thighs, and saw what they had done to him. From the depths of his soul, Billy began to weep. He only dimly remembered the accident, but ooohhhhh how he wished he had been killed. He looked like his G.I. Joe doll, nothing between his legs… sexless…How did this happen???…. Had these men done THIS to him... decocked and nutted him? He’d been through a nightmare of epic proportions, directed at his crotch, and especially his asshole, which hadn’t been BIG enough to allow the brothers Grimm access... TILL THEY’D OPENED HIM UP LIKE A CHRISTMAS TURKEY AND SUFFED THEIR COCKS INTO HIM.... Billy’s body shook as he cried, mourning all he’d lost.
IT WAS A LURID HORROR SHOW… THAT SEEMED TO HAVE NO END…
Over and over they’d opened and re-opened the boy's shit chute, and each time Billy begged and pleaded for them to stop… to slow down… to pleeeeze talk to him…pleeeeze just talk to him… BUT EACH TIME WAS NEVER THE LAST; and beyond telling him that they ”DID NOT TALK TO CUNTS,” the brothers totally IGNORED anything he said… THERE WAS NO END TO BILLY’S MISERY. Again and again His colon had to widen along its length, the way pig intestine expands, when it’s being stuffed with condiments and meat, and turned into a big fat salami.
While Clem was pile driving Billy’s pussy for the sixth or tenth time one of the weak points along the rim SPLIT, and began to bleed. Clem hardly noticed. Then another point gave way to the force and the blood began to FLOW… But Clem was close to cumming so he continued… UNTIL… the third and fourth gashes added to the hemorrhage… AND BILLY’S PUSSY began to BLEED. And BLEED. And BLEED. The brothers did NOT want Billy to die. NO FUCKING WAY… HE WAS GORGEOUS….HIS PUSSY WAS TIGHT…..HE HAD A PERFECT BODY… AND ALL THAT BLOND… FUCK!!! SHIT!!! PISS!!! Their fun had just begun. Awwwwww C’mon what kind of cruel God gives someone a wonderful gift and then just snatches it back? The boys closed their eyes and prayed…They did NOT want him to DIE!
They had to stop the bleeding. Minutes before this, during one of Clem’s turns raping Billy, Jed had made them breakfast... buttered toast, eggs and several strips of thick bacon. Now Billy’s asshole was hemorrhaging and something HAD to be done. The wound needed cauterizing. Jed thought fast, grabbed the frying pan filled with sizzling bacon grease, told Clem to grab Billy by the midsection, bend the boy in half, and angle his torn asshole up till it was open and available. Then he did the unthinkable; he poured a stream of crackling fat onto/into Billy’s wounded sphincter. The pain was beyond belief a mix of ultra hot and ultra cold and razor blades and vinegar all at once, BUT it was the SOUND and the SMELL that pushed poor Billy over the edge, back into dark unconsciousness.
On Clem’s part he had debated employing the edge of the hot pan to cauterize the bleeding anus, but in the last moment he saw the advantage of using the grease for its ability to them keep the canal "good 'n slick... fer later."... Clem liked THAT!
Six hours later Billy awoke in Jed's arms, looking into his dirty face, as Jed bounced him up and down on his mighty fuck wand sitting in a chair. For his part poor Billy felt like he was being raped on a splintered fence post.... each fresh stab of Jed's prick into Billy's innards felt like a thousand wooden splinters breaking off and stabbing his freshly "greased" asshole. What made it worse was that over Jed's shoulder was the grinning face of Clem, WAITING HIS TURN AT THEIR NEW CUNT... yelling and cheering his brother on...."fuck that city cunt"... "rape our new house whore"... "make that slut know who's the men in this house"... And with every lunge by Jed, Billy's decocked front slid up and down the mountain man's bush.... on one lunge Billy looked down to realize even his own bush had been removed... no doubt by his captor/saviors. And he was right they liked their pussy smooth, what he didn't know was that they had also removed the hair under his arms and had shaved all the blond curls off his legs. He was truly their Blond bitch....
They had also wanted his nipples bigger and when pulling, twisting, and biting didn’t give the desired effect they injected melted wax into each one to make them into sow nips... They left the rest of his tits the way they were, sooo well developed from many hours at the gym.... they matched his big arms and meaty thighs. The boys decided to WAIT till the lack of his balls made all the muscle go away... THEN in a couple months when Billy had a more feminine body, they'd fill his titties with silicone and make proper tits on their new house pussy.
Billy lost track of time but became much more alert when Clem took over after his brother had finished.... a couple hours later. As Jed lifted Billy, like a rag doll, off his slick, greasy, cummy, bloody cock, there was an audible pop and then a rush of juices poured out of Billy's new cunt hole. The next thing Billy knew he was tossed over the kitchen table and Clem was ramming his pole into Billy's very stretched asshole. Even so Clem had plenty of trouble getting his prick back into Billy's pussy. Clem's dick was the biggest on the mountain.... what he didn't know was that it was one of the largest members in existence.... so thick that no man could get a hand around its girth... almost 5 inches across at the smallest part and 9 inches across at the root..... it was a full 22 inches long when erect and the fucker weighed more than ten pounds FLACCID..... WHEN IT WAS HARD, IT TOOK BOTH OF CLEM'S ARMS TO LIFT THE MONSTER OUT OF HIS CROTCH AND APPLY IT TO THE POOR, ALWAYS MUCH TOO SMALL OPENING OF ITS RECEIVER.
Jed and Clem loved to leave the mountain in their pickup a couple times a month and drive several hours to a town large enough to have a couple queers in it, find out where they hung out, and get one to come home with them, often with the promise of two really LARGE COCKS... They were AMAZED at how quickly most FAGS came willingly with the promise of BIG DICKS... Once home, with NO ceremony, they'd lop off the guy's balls and cock, usually with garden clippers... THE BROTHERS WERE NOT GAY. There was NO WAY they would FUCK A MAN.... not with his cock and balls still attached! BUT still, they preferred MEN, for all the humiliation and degradation they could inflict on a once proud owner of a “prick and a pair”... YUP! It was men all the way, but not until the boys made a few "alterations"
..... Early on none of the fags lived through the night, even though the boys tried a variety of methods to stem the inevitable hemorrhaging first from the amputation and then from the fucking. So far Billy was the ONLY one who'd made it past 24 hours..... BUT THERE WAS A PROBLEM... After Clem had taken his second “turn” the cunt-hole started to moan about “needing to piss.”
For the first several hours the boys had just looked at each other, grinned, and said, among other things, “BITCH.... BITCH.... BITCH! THESE CUNTS IS ALL THE SAME!” Somewhere around the 12th time they couldn’t help but notice how distended Billy’s belly was... even after they held him over the toilet and let his pussy drain all out.
Hmmmmmmmm Now that was a stumper... Billy’s groin was all sewn up and had actually begun to heal nicely.... the kid was a natural eunuch!... now what were they to do? They were determined to keep him alive. They still hadn't seen the horror in his eyes when they would eventually make him EAT his prick and balls being chilled in the creek, waiting to become their original owner's LEAST FAVORITE MEAL.....
It was Jed's idea to give Billy a “piss contraption”... one that would allow the cunt to take his fucking piss, AND provide one more avenue for entertainment. They'd have to make a cut and do some searchin' for the illusive piss tube... it wasn't like they were rank amateurs.... the boy's had stuffed Black Bears and wolves and birds...... and several of their past house guests.
It was time to open poor Billy back up...
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by Controlone O.K. fellas, let’s all say it together: TONGUE IN CHEEK. If you don’t know what that means THEN DON’T READ THIS STORY... Chapter 1 Billy Conrad was a striking young man, six feet tall, 160 pounds with not an ounce of fat (Billy’s first trainer, his dad, was a harsh task master, who instilled in him the importance of a strong healthy body….. The results were stunning).
by Controlone Okay fellas, let’s all say it together: TONGUE IN CHEEK. If you don’t know what that means THEN DON’T READ THIS STORY...... Chapter 1 Billy Conrad was a striking young man, six feet tall, 160 pounds with not an ounce of fat (Billy’s first trainer, his dad, was a harsh task master, who instilled in him the importance of a strong healthy body….. The results were stunning).
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The Flight C took his boy for a change of clothes. If they were going to travel together he had a specific idea in mind and for that the kid needed different clothes. Once they got into James’ room C turned the young man around. C said, “Let’s see what we’re going to do with you. You are a fucking mess.” The kid was covered in sweat from head to foot and he reeked of spunk and sex and
Into The COCKpit James crawled to the door of the cockpit, reached up and knocked rather hesitantly, not knowing what to expect. The co-pilot opened the door and almost fell over the prostrated boy. The co-pilot, Steve, 5’10”, wavy sandy colored hair over his collar, broad shoulders, rather thin waist, cute, 26 years old, looking down said, “And what can I do for you?” James peered up
The Party I worked like an obedient puppy-dog pussyboy to get myself in perfect order for my master. He gave me forty minutes to clean myself off head to toe inside and out. Man I could have used a demolition team. I was covered in sweat and cum and spit and boygoop and pussylube AND I WAS IN LOVE! So I labored for my master, to be his boy, to be perfect for him, as perfect as a
The Movie In another part of the same room Jeff, the junior controller, was in his own predicament. When they stripped him and put him on the table it was discovered that he was “concealing” a rather large butt plug. Many questions followed and the masters finally got him to admit that he was currently living with a mid-level controller from another unit. This was “frowned on” by the
Day 4, Part 1 As C walked toward the airport terminal James followed, half walking, half skipping, two feet behind his left arm. The boy couldn’t stop grinning. The pilots and flight crew were twenty feet behind them, bringing up the rear. As they were about to enter the building a square shouldered man, 5’9”, 160 lbs, green eyes, with a shock of brown hair that stuck up and seemed to
Day 4—Part 2 For his part Fat Sam blamed Scott for ruining his slave trading empire. He swore that someday he would have his revenge. Fat Sam moved his business interests into other areas of human depravity, and of course he made millions. For three years Fat Sam kept tabs on Scott. When he got word that Scott regularly crossed the border to play with a combo in a Mexican cantina Sam
And the creeps continued to degrade him at every chance. They slapped his face and punched his balls and tore at his nipples as they fucked his mouth and ass. Then they rolled him onto his back and continued in that position. When these two finished two more came and took their place. Scott was soon covered in sweat with welts and bruises beginning to show everywhere. They went on like this
[SUGGESTION: This part will make a lot more sense if you go back and skim the last three pieces of this section. ALSO this last bit is EXTREME, so prepare yourself for some rough stuff. If I believed the violence was gratuitous I wouldn’t have included it. It’s not my style. You will get a lot of information about the Organization in this episode. I hope you can see its purpose.] Scott
At the end of fifteen minutes Scott had moved past the middle portion of the wall and was on its far right side. To his left he’d left a growing darkening trail of blood and tissue. The doctors in the audience were guessing back and forth about the actual amount of blood, was it more or less than a pint yet…and there was wild speculation about whether or not he would actually orgasm. Back on
Face In The Mirror Day 5—Part 1—Roberto and Rick In the Organization’s suite at the posh Los Angeles hotel, Roberto paced back and forth while his charge, the Latino boy singer, knelt naked on the floor, wondering why his master seemed so distraught. It was terribly strange for Roberto to be nervous. He’d spent forty years developing his suave sophistication. At 6’2” tall, 160 lbs,
controlone After several minutes of lascivious foot play Scott opened his eyes and found James staring up at him. He smiled down at the boy lapping at his ankle and James said, “Master it would be a pleasure to serve as your pussyboy; to have you fuck my worthless ass cunt; anything to please you sir.” Scott looked to C for guidance. C responded, “You heard the boy. He’ll be crushed if
controlone James was impressed beyond words. It was very unusual for the head of the Organization to affix the icon. It was an enormous honor given to only a handful of super achieving senior controllers, and meant that Scott had distinguished himself above and beyond the call of duty. James had a thought in mind, “Scott there is something.” Scott was eager, “Name it. Whatever it
BEST ORGASM EVER: Okay guys here’s a page right out of the Organization’s manual on introductory techniques for sexual gratification using only the conscious mind. If you follow these simple directions I can guarantee you a memorable experience, BUT you gotta follow the directions. There are going to be times when you will want to stop this exercise and bring yourself off. You’re going to
Day Two-Conclusion My master opened the door and I began to tremble in his gaze. I want more than anything to please him, to be his pussyboy, to serve his needs. He said, “Let’s take a look at you cuntlips. Turn around.” As I turned he gave me instructions, “Arms up! Let’s see those pits. OK. They look OK. Keep turning. Come on boy stand up straight! I need to see that
Day Three The minute I heard a sound at the door, no even before that, I knew it was my master. I swear I can tell when he is near. I can feel it in my heart. I can feel it in my soul. I can feel it in my boycock and good god almighty I can feel it in my boypussy; I can FEEL HIM in my boypussy. He is my life. A moment after the sound I realized I wasn’t frozen so I leapt from my bed,
How I Got Under Your Skin Controlone We met one dark night in a loud gay bar just outside Miami. I came to visit you a week later. You were sitting in a chair in your living room watching TV; some insipid program about other people’s lives, movie stars, pretty people. It was a hot, humid Saturday night in June; you had the A/C on low. You were sitting there in a blue pocket t-shirt,
Riff Branson was a junior executive at Emperor International Cruise Lines (actually three separate lines with 46 ships). He had a law degree but spent most of his time riding roughshod over the Cruise Line’s advertising department. He supervised six men and women who kept the Company constantly in the public eye. They arranged all the normal advertising, scheduled dozens of events, arranged
Chapter 3—His Return controlone@adelphia.net On Wednesday morning Riff and Caleb stayed in bed playing till almost eight, then they got up and showered together. They went to Denny’s for breakfast. Before the girl took their order Caleb went to the counter, got three quarts of orange juice and two glasses, and brought them back to the table. He smiled at Riff, “I know how this looks,
Suddenly Riff was electrified. From the very moment C walked into his life he’d brought only unbridled joy and amazing adventure. Riff felt his empty life suddenly fill to overflowing. He wondered what new exciting exploits C had in store for him. He had no idea… No idea at all. ------------------------------------------ The inside of Dottie’s was fantastic, mirrored balls, go-go boys
As Bryce continued to babble C took his foot off the prostrate man’s cervical vertebrae. C turned once more toward the others and pointed one finger at them. They knew instantly to stay put till he was far, far away. -------------------------------------------- C put his arm around Riff’s waist and guided him to Dottie’s parking lot. He led Riff to a stretch limo. The driver raced
Chapter 4—That Night controlone It took Riff an hour to calm himself enough to do any work. He was exhausted and happy and very confused. He couldn’t think about anything but C. C was in his head; C was in his heart; C was everywhere. The more Riff thought the more he wanted to be with C; to love him; hell, to worship him. He’d never felt anything like this. He’d never imagined
controlone As Riff dragged his totally spent body toward his apartment his eyes focused on his door. Outside under the breezeway awning, sitting on the cement stoop, leaning against his door, all huddled up, sound asleep; there was Caleb. Riff didn’t know whether to slap him or scold him or hug him or slug him. Instead he just shook his head. Riff got his key ready and as he came up to
Chapter 6A--Caleb's Day--End “Okay boy stand up and spread those legs; time to take your harness off. I’m afraid with all the turmoil I forgot all about it. Oh yes, and try not to piss yourself.” Caleb stood up, glowing red from his scrubbing. He was very worried about what might happen next. He looked spectacular, six feet and three inches of total masculinity, muscles shining from
Chap 6B—Caleb’s Day Continues Controlone With no further ado Riff pulled Caleb up toward the head of the bed. The two men shared a pillow as Riff spooned behind Caleb. When Caleb felt Riff push the length of his cock up between his butt cheeks he wanted to squeal, but he withheld that response; instead Caleb reached behind with his right hand and pulled his butt cheeks further apart, so
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