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His eyes once again took a moment or two to adjust to the blinding stadium lights, but all he could see once his eyes began to focus was his own reflection in the two-way mirror shielding him from his captors. His auburn curls were matted with sweat; his blue-green eyes disoriented; an angry sneer on his lips to hide the true terror in his heart. In the reflection he could see that his wrists were double-secured to the stretcher bar. After what seemed like hours of trying to pull himself free his biceps were thick, bulging and the veins in his full forearms were standing out. His smooth chest glistened with perspiration; his pink nipples stood out stiff as if they had been tongued, sucked, gently nibbled for hours on end ... although he had no memory of it. The thin line of coppery hair led from his navel. Framed between the deep indents of his obliques and just below the trimmed but curly patch of pubes, his cock bounced in the air, still hard. Extending eight inches or so into the cool air in front of him, Ryan's uncut cock throbbed with a life of its own -- the result of the Viagra paste that had been applied to its moist knob, as well as to his fat lemon-sized balls and inserted deeply into his virgin ass.

"We hope you had a nice rest period, Ryan" the disembodied voice said. "We can't let you get too lazy, though. It's time for the next step in your indoctrination."

The words buzzed in his head, not quite connecting. "What indoctrination???"

"Easy, Ryan. Save your energy for fucking. That's all a dumb homophobic stud like you is good for, after all."

"Go fuck yourself, faggot!" Ryan spit out with contempt.

"On the contrary, Ryan, it's we who will be fucking you."

Ryan's blood went cold with terror.

"Dude, you've had your fun," Ryan tried to bargain with his unseen host, "You got what you wanted. Now let me go before this goes too far."

"Has the 'Iron Man of X-Treme Fighting' reached the limit of his endurance? We've seen you punch, kick, wrestle and brawl your way in the ring. Surely a group of 'faggots' can't defeat the Iron Man" There was a loud explosion of derisive laughter from the crowd.

"I'm a champion, motherfucker. No queer is gonna get the better of me!"

"That's the spirit, Ryan. We like a little fight in the pussy's we fuck. Gentlemen, roll out the carts."

Once again Ryan heard the sound of rolling wheels -- but this time there were two carts. One was being placed in front of him, and other behind.

"Prepare him."

Ryan heard the sound of a body kneel in position at his feet. Two beefy hands wrapped around his cockshaft, and Ryan let out an involuntary sigh of relief. The idea of a guy touching his dick disgusted him, but the viagra induced erection was throbbing, demanding immediate attention from whoever would provide it. The hands began to jack him, slowly, bringing the thick cowl of foreskin up and over the blood-red knob, and then peeling it back slowly, deliberately, teasingly. Ryan bit his lip, determined not to give his captors the satisfaction of seeing how much he was enjoying his forced hand-job, but he couldn't help but let out little whimpers of pleasure as the hands increased their speed. He felt his balls begin to rise up...tighten...and then just as his orgasm was about to hit, the hands released. Flushed with frustration, Ryan's body went slack.

"Aw, you seem disappointed Ryan. Would you like our friend to continue?"

Ryan nodded wordlessly.

"We can't hear you Ryan."

"I...I need to cum."

"We know that. And you will be allowed to cum, I promise you...if you just say the words we want to hear."

"Jerk me off, man", Ryan whispered hoarsely to the man at his feet.

"What was that, Ryan? A little louder please. The microphone on the video camera didn't quite get that."

With anger in his voice, Ryan loudly said, "Jerk my cock, dude. Make me cum."

Once again, the mysterious hands returned to Ryan's dick. "Yeah," he heard himself saying, "just like that." His cock was throbbing now, red-hot and dribbling precum. Once again he felt the familiar tingle in his balls as they began to rise up...tighten...and once again as his orgasm was about to hit, the hands released.

"Fuck man, noooooo. Please!!!!" Ryan pleaded.

"We can't make it too easy on the Iron Man, can we? But if you ask nicely, your friend might be persuaded to give you more than just a hand. After all, he has a mouth too."

Ryan's mind was on overload. He'd never want a guy to suck his dick, but his cock was on fire, desperate for release and this seemed to be the only way.

"Suck my dick, bro. Take my cock in your mouth and suck it til I fill your mouth with my jizz". Ryan couldn't believe the words were coming out of his mouth, but he was being driven by a compulsion he did not understand.

An unseen tongue traced the length of Ryan's cock-shaft from balls to tip. When it reached his knob, it circled the head. He felt the tongue slip between his foreskin and his knob and tease back and forth til Ryan let out an audible gasp. A pair of lips and a hot wet tongue peeled back the foreskin and went to work on his knob like a hungry baby suckling on its mama's teet. Ryan began to fuck his hips forward towards the mouth, picking up the pace. He came closer...closer to orgasm...pre-cum annointing the tongue of his unseen cocksucker. And then the mouth was removed and Ryan groaned in frustration.

"Oh, you'll cum Ryan. Harder than you ever imagined. In time."

Unable to see in front of him, Ryan felt the smooth wet silicon tube being rolled over his fat curved cockshaft. The switch was thrown and the rubber pussy gripped his cock, riding up and down the shaft. The speed was kept deliberately slow, to keep him on the edge of orgasm, as the second cart was moved into place behind him. Ryan felt a pair of hands spread his pale ass cheeks and a set of fingers dripping with oily lubricant made contact with his pink ass pucker. Ryan would have protested but he was caught up in the orgasm that was once again slowly being allowed to build in his fat nutsac. A finger slipped inside him, and then another, but Ryan said nothing. It almost felt ... good. As the fingers slipped in and out of him, he became aware of how the intensity of his forthcoming orgasm was building.

He heard the sound of a crank as something was raised from the cart behind him, and then, as the fingers slipped from his ass, he felt something thick and rubbery pressing at the entrance of his hole. The click of a switch and suddenly the 9 inch dildo was being forced into his ass, powered by a steel rod on a piston. "Oh fuck, noooooo"

"Don't even try to fight it, Ryan, or you could seriously damage yourself. Right now the best thing you could do would be to relax...and enjoy it."

The fat dildo split his ass cheeks, the steady pressure prying its way into virgin territory. He felt the solid width feed itself into his rectum one inch a time. Slow. Teasing. His captors wanted to make sure that he would feel every inch, and that its invasion would sear itself into his memory forever.

Ryan tried to get up on his toes...to squirm away from it...but he could only forestall the inevitable by a few seconds as the invading rubber cock burrowed its way deep inside him. The piston plunged the cock deep and then slowly pulled it free, leaving just the tip between Ryan's ass-lips. Then it began its journey forward again, mechanically raping the strapping irish fighter again and again.

Tears streamed down the face of the broken fighter's face, but his captor's could not tell if this signalled his defeat or the intensity of his pleasure. They could see Ryan's cock was now harder than it had ever been at any point in his forced captivity. His cock was oozing pre-cum and he was clearly on the verge of a massive orgasm.

"Who would like this stud's load in their mouth?" The frantic bidding began and in moment's someone had paid nearly $5,000 for the honor of kneeling at Ryan's feet to take is load.

There was a click of a switch from the cart behind, and the dildo in his ass began to fuck Ryan faster...every few seconds getting faster...faster. The silicon cock-sheath was turned off and removed, and the winning bidder took Ryan's dick balls-deep in one swallow.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck yes...." Ryan moaned. Every muscle in his perfect athlete's body stood out taut as Ryan unloaded into the hungry mouth. His orgasm was mind-numbing as he squirted 8 thick cumblasts, choking his cocksucker with his creamy seed. Cum bubbled from the stretched lips of the lucky bidder, and a creamy river of overflowing cock-milk dripped enticingly down to Ryan's nuts.

The fuck machine was snapped off and the dildo withdrawn as his STILL rock-hard cock was slipped from the moaning mouth of his mystery cocksucker. The dicksucker at his feet reverantly tongued the knob and shaft clean, and greedily lapped up the last remnants of jizz that had oozed down onto his balls. To the ryhtmic tongue-strokes of his captor, Ryan's mind drifted into the darkness of sleep.