Part Six

“Listen up everyone” Mr. Peters said as he took the microphone from the announcer.” My guest, Mr. Stevens, has agreed to put himself under my car. As you can see Mr. Stevens’ balls are over flowing with hot cock juice. He has bet me his service for 30 days against a large sum of my money that he can last for 20 minutes before coming. As you are all aware I do not part with my money easily. Prepare to witness an enslaving!!!”

The crowd went nuts are Mr. Peters pulled down Mac’s jock, exposing the rock hard 10 inch police dick and heavy stud balls underneath. Mac felt other’s removing his chaps and jacket. He was soon naked.

“Uh, Mr Peters, what is the safe word?”

“There is no safe word Mr. Stevens! You’re life will be mine in a half an hour, I will see to it that no harm comes to you until then. No permanent harm at least!”

Mac’s hands were cuffed behind him. Then a spreader bar was brought out and placed between his legs, forcing Mac to stand with his legs out and his hands resting on his muscle butt. His cock jutted proudly out, his balls hung low and full. A leather hood was placed over his head so it covered his eyes and stopped short of his mouth. Mac panicked for a second as he realized the hood had not eye holes. He was, in effect, blind. Mac felt Mr. Peter’s crop slide down his chest and rest for a second on his rock hard cock. Mac shook with lust.

“Twenty minutes is a long time Mr. Stevens, especially for a full bull like yourself.” Mac heard Mr. Peters snap his fingers and then felt him grab his dick and stroke it slightly.

“Hey!”

SMACK the crop hit Mac on the left pec.

“No speaking Mr. Stevens! But you are correct, I will not stroke your cock, that would be too easy. But it does need some help I think. “ With that Mr. Peters began to wrap a thin strip of rawhide around Mac’s shaft, crisscrossing the veiny shaft until the leather strip was wrapped around the fat prick from top to just under the juicy flared head. Mac’s dick throbbed with each heartbeat. Mac began to sweat, shit, the clock had not even started and already he felt close.

“Ready Mr. Stevens?”

“You bet Sir.”

“Start the Clock!”

And with that began the longest hardest few minutes of Mac’s life as he struggled to keep his balls in check and his seed from spilling…

Mr. Peters started out by lightly tapping Mac’s bound cock with his crop and then bringing the crop under Mac’s balls to smack them. With a steady beat the taps began to get heavier and heavier. As the taps became smacks and began to sting just a little Mac began to feel his load building already. Mac thought he would have gone soft with each sting, but instead, incredibly, it was turning him on. And the tattoo that Mr. Peters was keeping was building, just like the feelings in his balls. Oh god! His Balls! Each smack of the crop to his full balls sent a shock through his body.

It had only been about 2 minutes when Mac let loose with a long low moan. Mr. Peters smiled and reached out to twist Mac’s rubbery left nipple.

“Mr. Stevens I really am looking forward to having you as a slave. I know a doctor in town who is pure evil. He has a milking regimen, which, as my slave, you will follow. He guarantees me  that by the end of 30 days you will be a walking cum machine, hard 24/7 and able to unload almost endless amount of cum. And the best part is that you will have a physiological and physical need to do just that. You will be unable to control your fuck lust even the small amount you do now. At that point I will simply whore you out to my chain of clubs, your mind will be lost in a haze of fuck lust.”

“Oh God Fuck me!”

SMACK! The crop came down on Mac’s pecs. Mac yelped.

“Silence Mr. Stevens.”

Mr. Peters saw that despite Mac’s increasing horniness and increasing sweat that the cropping of his cock and balls was not going to make him cum. So he switched gears, donning a pair of boxing gloves. Mac’s body shook as he waiting for the next assault on his over charged stud package. Mr. Peters lightly let the leather boxing gloves slide down Mac’s fat shaft and around his balls.

“Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnn-uh!”

Then Mr. Peters began to lgihtly punch Mac’s balls.

“Ohhhhhgggg!” and then began to punch harder and harder still. Mac’s mind was in a whirl. His balls felt like they were bouncing in their sacs, he could feel the sperm building in them, he could swear. Every jab to his full bull balls by Mr. Peters just made his want to explode. He was loosing the battle against his won block and tackle. How bad could 30 days be, Mac thought. But no, even though he knew Mr. Peters would not harm him, he had his pride.

“Just let that hot police juice go Mr. Stevens, no one will blame you for cumming. I am known far and wide as a master milker. I know that Boy teased you something awful but I bet he didn’t drain you  completely.”

Mr. Peters slipped off one of the gloves and grabbed Mac’s balls and squeezed them.

“Unnnnngggghh!”

“Yes! Mr. Stevens, feel how full they are! Won’t it feel so good to empty them!”

“Nooooooooouuuuuuuunnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhh.”

“Tsk Tsk Mr. Stevens, now you will get it.” Mac flinched as he anticipated the flick of Mr. Peters’ whip, but instead he felt a warm tongue and then teeth on his left nipple. The teeth suddenly bit down hard.

Mac let out a scream as he tried against all odds to keep from cumming. But Mr. Peters would not give up and began to chew on the erect tit.

“Jesus no, oh god no, stop please!” Mac was starting to loose it, he didn’t care what happened now. He was too close.

“Fuck yeah boy, now I know how to get that jizz out of ya!” Mac screamed again as he felt two alligator tit clamps clamp down on his tits. Pretty soon Mac felt them being tugged as he felt Mr. Peters’ other hand begin to squeeze Mac’s nuts.

Hold on, Mac told himself, hold on, oh god no, hold on! Too much, too much. Mr. Peters had been hitting most of Mac’s erotic nerves but now he commenced with the last one, dirty talk.

“Come on fuck slut, cum for daddy. Let that jizz fly, come on fucker. Look at you now boy, tied up, dick strapped down in leather and me milkin your balls like a bull’s balls should be milked. You’re on your way to bein my slave fuck toy, how does that sound?”

“Ungh!”

“Thought so, so big and butch, built like a brick shit house but really just a pussy boy ain’tcha son?”

“Ohhhhggggoo”

Mr. Peters had now removed the other boxing glove and was smacking Mac’s ball sac.

“Come on cum dump, dump that cum! Make a big ol mess for yer new Daddy. Big dicked boys like you need to learn how to handle your piece correctly. The best way is to make yourself a complete slut for some guy who is bigger n badder than you. Shit boy, you’ll spend the next 30 days tied up, ass wide open, legs spread for whatever hard object I want stuffed up there, from man dick to baseball bat.And your mouth will be my fuckin urinal.”

“Ohhhhhggggggggggoooooooooooooddddddd!” Mac could feel his balls twitch, his dick burned as the sperm began to flow into his long shaft. It was all over, he was doomed to spend the next month being abused by this monster. The picture of him chained down, ass lips waving in the air and his mond shattered from being abused, mouth drooling, it was as all too much.

And then…

Somewhere, between the awful sound of Mac’s first shot ofo cum scream buliding in his chest and the faster than hell smacking of Mr. Peters hand Mac thought, he could have sworn, that he heard a loud buzz. He opened his eyes just for a second. He saw Mr. Peters looking down at him, a funny look on his face.

“Lucky fucker” was all he said as Mac’s mind went white.

“SSSSSssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’ Mac’s body went rigid in his restraints, every muscle hard as a rock. Mr. Peters stoped smacking Mac’s balls and stepped aside. He stared in wonder as the first jet of man cream came screaming out of Mac’s turgid prick, flew across the front fo the raised stage and arced well into the room, hitting a heavily bearded muscle bear sitting in the front row of tables right in the face. It was unbelievable, Mac’s first squirt had flown 20 feet in the air. The bear smiled and licked his mouth. The second one landed right on the edge of the stage. The third at his feet and the fourth, fifth and sixth lazily jetted out until just a few dribbles came out and slid down his fat hard shaft.

Mac could not remember any of this and only saw it later when Mr. Peters showed him the video. All Mac remembered was Mr. Peters smacking his now very empty ball sacks.

“Wake up Mr. Stevens, wake up! Congratulations are in order. You are a richer man, you have done what very few ever have. Boys! Untie Mr. Stevens and see to his needs, water! Bring him to the back stage area and I will be there shortly.”

Mac felt the straps being undone and his body being lifted by several husky young men. He was carried back to a large black leather couch in a room off the stage. One of the boys gave Mac a large bottle of green liquid. Mac pushed it away.

“It’s ok Sir, it’s just gator-aid. You’ve been through a lot and need to drink some.”

Mac grabbed the bottle and up-ended it, drinking down the lime juice in one long swallow.  The boy was still in frotn of him.

“What the fuck do you want?” Mac felt edgy.

“Nothing Sir. You were amazing out there sir. Got my dick real hard Sir.”

“Yeah son? Well I say that means you owe me one, why dontcha slide down here and slurp my fat tool.”

“Uh, maybe you should rest sir.”

“Don’t worry boy, it’s just resting. When it feels those juicy lips of yours it’ll wake up.”

The boy gave a small shrug and leaned down, engulfing Mac’s long floppy dick in his mouth, sucking. Mac smarted with the sensation, but knew to ride it out for a moment and then enjoy the oral attention.

After about two minutes Mac grabbed the boy by the hair.

“Fuck son! Lousy cocksucker!”

“He is quite good Mr. Stevens, I can assure you.” Mac looked up, it was Mr. Peters.

“Fuck Sir, I dunno, lousy kid can’t even get me hard.”

“Mr. Stevens, you should rest. Here, a hamburger and a beer. Eat this and lie down if you want to.”

“Fuck that, what the hell did you do to my dick?”

“You came quite a lot Mr. Stevens, even you will need some time to recover.”

“No offense sir, but fuck that. Just last year there was a party where I came 15 times that night.”

“A load each time?”

“Fuck yes a load each time. Look at these bull balls, they can store tons of man juice.”

Mr. Peters looked at Mac’s balls and smiled.

“Yes, I am sure. Perhaps one day we shall see. Until then Mr. Stevens, let’s jst say I beat quite a load out of you. Rest up, Boy! Show Mr. Stevens to the back room, the one with the clean bed. And leave him there. Alone!”

Part Seven

When Mac woke up he was confused for a second. He was in a small room, painted deep blue, with a  queen sized bed and not much else. The ceiling had mirrors on it. He looked up and saw himself reflected back. He smiled, he liked what he saw. A firm body, bug arms and legs, flat pecs and stomach, and most of all, a fat prick that was rock hard. A piss hard, he did drink that beer, but hard nonetheless.

“Fuck yeah buddy, knew you wouldn’t let me down!”

Mac shimmed into his chaps and jock and went out. He found the rest room and after letting go a long stream of yellow piss he headed back out front. As he made his way back to the table where Mr. Peters was sitting dozens of men came up to shake his ahnd and tell him how awesome he was. More than a few took the opportunity to fell him up, cupping his bare ass or stroking his hard dick encased in the jock. By the time Mac got to the table he was horned up all over again.

“Ahh, Mr Stevens, I see you are “up” once more.” Mr. Peters said with a grin.

“Yes sir, lots of fine ass here too. Mind if I taste some of it while the night is still young?”

“Sorry Mr. Stevens. I am older than you and it is really well past my bed time. We’ll be heading back now. I have some unfinished business with you that we can take care on  the ride back.” Mac was confused until he saw Mr. Peters stand up, his long hard dick was outlined in base relief along the inseam of his leather jeans. Mac smiled.

They went back out front to find the Hummer limo waiting. As Mac crawled in and settled down on the seat he felt Mr. Peters hand on his bare ass.

“Not so fast Mr. Stevens. I need you to get in the middle here, between the facing seats. Grab a strap with each hand and wrap it around your hands. There, like that. Now, I will fasten a belt around your waist and hook it up to the sides of the car like this. And two straps fro your feet. Spread your legs Mr. Stevens, further, more. There. Excellent.”

Mac was almost suspended in the middle of the back seat area of the hummer. His legs bent and spread so his ass was on display. He knew wha was coming and his hard dick, trapped in his jock, knew it too.

He felt Mr. Peters hand on reach around and rub his left nipple.

“Ahhh Mr. Stevens, that was some show tonight. Your performance was one of the best I have ever seen. And while I am sorry I do not get to keep you for the next month, I am glad I get to take a piece of your ass tonight. Tell me Mr. Stevens, do you want me to fuck you soft or hard?”

“Hard Sir” Mac did not hesitate. He recalled the painful and firm but also richly erotic way in which Mr. Peters had beat his balls. He wanted more. He craved more. He felt himself beginning to want to give this man everything, even his pride. He wanted to be this man’s fuck slut, even if that meant taking his hard cock in the limo ride home. Mac could not believe the way he was acting or the way he felt. He looked down and saw that his 10 inch dick was harder than it had even been, outlined in the leather jock.

Then he felt the tip of Mr. Peters dick nudging his spread ass. The fat spongy feel of hot man flesh slicked in anticipatory jizz juice leaking from it. Mac took a deep breath as he heard Mr. Peters grunt and felt his rock hard man pole plunge into his ass.

“Fuck boy, you fit me like a glove. You have a fine muscle ass Mr. Stevens. You give an old man like me great pleasure. I hope you are experiencing the same?”

“Yes Sit Mr. Peters. Your cock feels real nice up my ass, yessir!”

The limo had started to move down the mostly deserted streets. Mac could see out the tinted windows, he felt Mr Peter’s hard shaft sinking into his ass as he watched the empty streets go by. A couple of times a police car would go by and Mac’s dick would jump, a feeling of nasty pleasure running through it. What would the cop in the car say if he pulled them over and found Mac strung up like a Christmas Ham? Would he think Mac just another over muscled whore slut putting out for a sugar daddy. What would he say if he knew Mac too wore a uniform far away from Chicago? A shiver ran through Mac’s body.

“Yeah boy, I know what your thinkin’, it would be hot as hell to let that cop in here huh? Maybe have you suck his fat shlong?”
“Oh God yes sir!”
“Driver, signal to that policeman.”

Mac jerked in surprise.

“Uh, Sir, really, that’s ok.”

“Shhh son, relax. Cops’ the same everywhere you go, they got dicks that get hard just like yours. Plus it will help me keep my contacts. Don’t worry, I won’t say anything about you. To him you’ll be just another slut. Which in many ways I guess you are!”

Mac looked out the window and saw a tall, thin built man unfold himself from the cop car. The man was easily seven feet tall.

“Ahhh, Officer Jerkins, I think you’ll like him Mr. Stevens. He has a hot, nasty mouth on him when he’s feeding a guy cock.” Mr. Peters jammed his dick to the hilt with the word “cock.” Mac gasped.

“Yeah boy, before this weekend is over I bet you hear a lot of trash talk while you’re sucking cock!”

By now the cop had come up to the car. Mac noticed he went right back to the rear window instead of the driver’s window. Obviously this guy had seen Mr. Peter’s limo before.  Mr. Peters rolled the window down.

“Evening Mr. Peters, what can I do you… goddamn! Niiiiice Mr. Peters. Looks like you got yourself a hot muscle fuck there.” The cop reached in a smacked Mac on the ass.

“Beefy too. He working your shaft sir?”

“You fucking know it Jerkins. He’s hot for mancock.”

“No shit? Really?” Jerkins rubbed his now jam packed crotch. Mac could see a long thick tube steak encased in the blue polyester uniform pants.

“Maybe you can help him out some?”

“Don’t mind if I do.” Jerkins unzipped his pants and flopped out what was easily a foot of dick. Mac’s eyes went wide.

“I think he likes it Jerkins. Why don’t you let him taste it.”

“Come here boy, that’s it. Let Mr. policeman give you want you want.” Mac swung his head over, with the help of Mr. Peter’s guiding hands. As the tip of Jerkins’ cock touched Mac’s lips he moaned. The sheer depravity of the whole thing was driving him over the edge. He was tied up in the back of a limo, getting fucked while being guided to suck off a huge dick belonging to a fellow cop standing outside the car. Mac opened his mouth and took in the tip of the long dick. He ran his tongue over the sensitive tip.

“Ohhhhh yeah bitch. That’s the style. Hey Mr. Peters, keep up the pressure, force this fuckers head onto my dick. I need to fuck some hot pussy mouth tonight for sure. Got me a big ol load of cop cum. Want a face full fucker?”

“Mmmrhfomm” was all Mac could manage as he felt the cop’s dick slide down his throat. Mac was getting off on how much mandick was being rammed down his willing mouth.

“Fuckin A Mr. Peters, you got yourself a first class muscle whore here. God he looks beefy, bet he don’t sit behind no desk all day. Am I right cunt? You got nice big ass guns and wide shoulders, good enough to get a nice grip on while I fuck your face. You in construction? Wait, naw, too clean cut. With that high and tight I bet you were some sort of uniform to work huh?”

“Urmpfh!”

“Oh yeah fucker! Probably an UPS dude with those muscles. Fuck like I care, just keep suckin. How’s his ass Mr. Peters?”

“First class Mr Jerkins. I would offer you a piece but this fuck toy owes me a long hard fuck.”

“Right. Want me to dump my load then? I’m sure you want to pound this pussy all the way back home huh?”

“When ever you’re ready Mr. Jerkins.”

““Oh, I’m ready. This fuck’s mouth has got my dick in heaven. You gonna swallow my load boy?”

Mac nodded.

“It’s  a big one boy, think you can handle real cop cream?”

“I  am sure he can Mr. Jerkins.”

Ready for a face full fucker? Unnnggghh yeah, here it comes fucker. Here it comes ! Gag on this tool fuckwad!”

The police officer grabbed Mac by his ears, slamming his body into Mac’s face. Mac had never felt so used, so dirty, so turned on. His own dick was leaking pre cum so fast it was dripping like a leaky faucet. His body shuddered every time the cop slammed into him and every time Mr. Peters rammed into his ass. He was being used like a piece of meat by two oversexed men. Mac had often been on either end of a hot threeway fuck, but he had never been the meat. If only Al and Frank and the rest of the guys on the force could see him now. Shit! He’d almost creamed at the thought.

“Fuck you punk, get ready to take my jizz, You’d better swallow every goddamn drop. Here it comes! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”

Mac felt the first blast of hot salty man juice on his tongue, then at the back of his throat. He began to swallow as fast as he could. Suddenly Jerkins pulled back, popping his long dick out of Mac’s mouth, spraying jizz all over Mac’s face.

“Here you go fucker!” Jerkins cried as his police cock continued to spurt out man cum onto Mac’s face. Cum got into Mac’s eyes, up his nose and all over his face. Mac coughed and aged, thrown off by the change of plan.

Mac recovered somewhat, the jizz stinging his eyes. Mr. Peters had stopped his fucking, Jerkins looked down at Mac with a smirk. Mac was about to say something when suddenly he saw Jerkins smirk do a quick fade. HE couldn’t see Mr. Peters but Mac knew something was up.

“Officer Jerkins, you disappoint me. The boy here clearly signaled he was willing to swallow, ye you pull out and drown him with spunk.”

“Geeze Sir, I was just… I mean I figured the slut wouldn’t mind…”

“We have been over this time and time again Jerkins. You MUST take other people’s feelings into consideration. The stud was giving you no trouble, he was going along with you.”

“Yes Sir…”

“I need to hear an apology.”

“Uh…look buddy…sorry about that and all. I didn’t mean to , ya know.” The cop looked down at the floor of the car.

Mac licked a stray dribble of the guy’s cum off his lips. “’sokay man. We all get carried away…”

SMACK

“Silence! Well Officer Jerkins, your “slut” here is much more forgiving than I am. As he is my guest this weekend and you have insulted a guest, you have insulted me. I see that despite previous lessons you still need some discipline. “ Mac could feel Mr. Peter’s cock throbbing in his ass, the guy was getting turned on.

“It’s OK Sir, I lernt my lesson…”

“I doubt it. Carl!” the driver from up front jumped out of the front seat and came around.

“Yes Sir?”

“Mr. Jerkins here needs some tending too.”

The driver, a huge guy with a wrestlers build, looked over at the cop and gave him a huge grin.

“Do we have the box of toys in the trunk?”

“Yes sir!”

“Get it. I will choose how to punish Officer Jerkins and you will carry out the punishment. Am I clear Mr. Jerkins?”

“Yes sir.”

“What was that officer?”

“Yes Sir!”

The driver popped open the trunk and hefted out a fairly large black box. He came around, opened the door and propped open the lid of the trunk. The whole time Mr. Peters kept his rock hard cock in Mac’s ass, every once in a while giving Mac a gentle fucking motion.

The box held all sort of items, from tit clamps to ball gags. But along the top were a half a dozen wrapped dildoes. Mr. Petersl et his hands run back and forth over them. Mac watched Jerkins’ eyes go wide as Mr. Peters stopped at a large thick black dildo. The head was shaped like a large plum. The length was at least eleven inches. Mr. Peters pulled it out and unwrapped it.

“Here Carl, grease this fucker up. Officer Jerkins, you are to take this dildo up your ass until your shift is over. When your shift is over call the number on this card for someone to come and retrieve the rubber cock… from your ass. If you remove it at anytime the sensor embedded in the head will make a note of it.”

“B-b-b-but Mr. Peters Sir, I can’t, you know, I can’t take that up me. Remember l-l-l-last time when you fucked me.”

“Yes I do Officer, I remember it well. Clearly, however, you did not tonight when you pulled that little stunt.”

“P-p-p-please sir. I’ll do whatever you want-“

“I know you will. Now get out, hands on the side of the car, pants down and take it like a man.”

Mac watched as the officer, a curious look of fear and lust on his face, undid his pants, pulled  them down and leaned against the car. Carl came behind, the large dildo was in his hand, dripping from lube. Carl has a grin on his face. “Here ya go bud, thanks fro all the times you pulled me over, fucked me and still gave me a ticket!”

“S-s-hit bud, can’t ya take a joke?”
”Can you take this cock fucker?”

“Enough Carl! Ram that rubber dick up his ass now.” Mac could feel Mr. Peters begin to fuck his ass again.

Carl placed the greased tip of the eleven inch phallus at the cop’s prostrate prostrate. He tapped the end, Jerkins let out a small gasp and screwed his eyes shut. Then, with a steady push Carl worked the cop’s hole open and gently wedged in the fat prick tip. Jerkins gave little gasps and noises the whole time. Finally, Carl had the whole head inbetween’s Jerkins nether lips.

“Ready for the shaft pig?

“Next time I see you alone I’m gonna drive your ass into the fukcin ground.”

“This is worth it fucker.”

“UNNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”

Mac felt Mr. Peters pick up his fuck pace. He thought he heard Mr. Peters moan, but wasn’t sure over the screams from Jerkins. Mac’s own dick was plumping up again as he watched a fellow peace officer try to take the massive dong up his shit chute.

Then it was over, the base of the dildo was flat against Jerkins butt. Jerkins was gasping for air, out of breath. Carl had a shit eating grin on his face as he slapped the cops ass.

“Yeow!”

“Have fun fucker!” Carl came back around and got in the driver’s seat.

“Pull up your pants officer. That’s a good boy. I hope this night will serve as a lesson. Hmmmm, it seems to have an effect on your cock at least. I always suspected your were a bottom pig Jerkins.”

“No Sir, I mean, I don’t think so… it feels real full sir.”

“Good… drive on Carl, I need to finish my fuck here and it’s better to fuck in a moving limo I think!”

As they pulled away Mr. Peters picked up his fuck pace and began a steady ram fuck of Mac’s ass. Mac tried to turn around and get a last glance at Jerkins but he felt Mr. Peter’s hand on the back of his head.

“Don’t worry about Jerkins Mr Stevens, I need you to concentrate on making me feel real good. Flex those glutes for me boy!” SMACK! Mr. Peters gave Mac a spank of encouragement.

After such an exciting evening and with Mac working his ass muscles doubletime Mr. Peters did not take long to drop his load. With a mighty grunt and some choice words which would make a sailor blush, Mr. Peters came in Mac’s tight ass.

Mac, however, was left hanging, in more ways than one. Mr. Peters withdrew his spent prick from Mac and cleaned up, leaving Mac hanging in the straps. Mac’s own cock, although just spent not an hour ago, was rock hard and ripping from seeing the police man take the large dildo and from the fast and furious fucking Mr. Peters gave him. Mr. Peters smacked him again on the ass.

“Damn Mr. Stevens that was fun! You know how to wear out an old man, in a good way. I see you’re still ready to go Mr. Stevens, but I think I have had enough. When we get back to the house why don’t you find one of the boys to help you drain that fuckstick.”

“Sounds good to me Sir!”

Part Eight (a short but intense chapter)

When Mac and Mr. Peters got back to the house Mac went back to his room to change and shower and Mr. Peters went off to bed. Mac thought it was kind of odd, not even 2 am and already the house was quiet, but it did not matter to Mac. He still had two balls full of man jizz and was ready to unload. He figured someone must still be up. So he pulled on a pair of the terry cloth shorts, his cock making an obscene advertisement, and headed out to the pool area.

The pool and the spa next to it were empty. The spa bubbled and frothed, steam rising off of it, but no one was in it. Lights from the pool lit up the area. Mac was about to jump in when he sensed someone standing a few feet away, under the awning over the large patio in front of the pool. At first Mac thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. The man seemed gigantic. But as he emerged from the shadows Mac saw that his eyes had been right, the man was gigantic!

He was about 7 feet tall, like a basketball player, but certainly not built like one. Again, Mac was reminded of a professional wrestler, like Goldberg. The man was huge. He had a barrel chest and massive guns. His black t shirt fit him like a glove, and underneath Mac could see large flat pecs and biceps that moved like a snake. The man’s neck was almost non-existsant, instead a solid column fo flesh attached his bald head to his wwide shoulders. The body formed a V shape, the narrow waist giving was to large, massive legs. The jeans that covered them seemed to be straining at the seems. Even the man’s basket was huge, it looked like someone had shoved a catcher’s mit down the front. The man’s face was mean as hell looking. A full black goatee framed a scowling face. His demeanor did not change when he spoke to Mac.

“You Mac Stevens?”

“Yeah, Howdy.” Mac walked over and put his hand out. The man reached out and gave Mac’s hand a grip that even Mac thought was painful.

“Steel.”

“Wow bud, nice grip there.” Mac’s dick was now fully hard. This was exactly his kind of man. A bigger guy, but Mac figured he could handle the man, maybe even get him to submit to a hot fuck, which Mac desperately needed right now. Mac reached out to give Steel’s right tit a flick. Like a cat Steel reached up and grabbed Mac’s hand and began to crush it.

“On duty now buddy.”

“Jeeeze, ok, ok, let go man.”

“Be careful Mac. You’re lettin’ you dick think for ya.”

“I’ll be careful.”

“Don’t worry about me buddy, I won’t bite too hard when I fuck you.” Mac’s dick burped precum into his shorts. “It’s Peters you have to look out for. Don’t think you can just blast off a few loads and leave. I’d watch your back.”

“Sure thing Steel. I ain’t nobody’s fool.”

“No, but yer dick might be. Like right now, if I let you you’d try to fuck me right here. That’d be a mistake. Plus I’m on duty.”

“OK, what about later?”

“I get off duty 6 am. I’ll stop by.”

“OK, I’m in the room-“

“I know where you are Mac. I’m head of security bud. Now here comes Tim from the gym. He’s a good, tight bottom man. I want you to put on a show for me. Got that?”

“Sure thing bud.”

Make turned around to see Tim standing over by the spa. He saw a powerfully muscled man, about 5’6” standing totally naked. But for a short guy he had a massive cock, at least 9 inches with full balls.  Unlike the hairless boys Mac had seen so much of, the man was as furry as he could be. He had a thick pelt on the front, with a lot of grey coming in, and a thick pelt on the back. Mac walked over and the man broke into a huge shit eating grin.

“You must be Mr. Stevens.”

“Get in the tub fucker and assume the position. I got a huge load in my balls and I gotta pump it out old style, usin your ass.”

“Hell yeah bud! I was built to take it from studs like you.” The man said as he climbed into the swirling waters and grabbed the egde of the spa. “I keep telling my boys in the gym they gotta be built tough to take a pounding from a  real man. Ohhhh yeah, fuck man, finger my hole. Gawd yeah get me hot for it man. Yeah, I know, my cock is droolin already. Fuck yeah! Slick your stick up man, rub your sweet precum all over that fat dick head. Do me a favor bud and slick up my hole. Mmmm yeah, bets lube there is, man juice. Oh yeah man, I feel you knockin. Force that fat fucker in. Oh god, oh yeah, oh god, ohgaaaaaawwwwwwdddddd.”

“Like that pig? Hmmm? Ol Macee boy is gonna pummel your muscle punk ass. Oh yeah buddy, feels like heaven, such a tight hole. You’re right to teach your boys to take it hard. Real men gotta fuck fast and furious, get off hard. Real men get off harder the harder they fuck. Fcuk bud, if it ain’t practically rape then it ain’t gonna get me to fire a big enough load. Yeah that’s it man, groan for daddy, let me know that each time I shove my love log up your ass chute I’m hitting your pleasure button.”

Mac grabbed the man’s hips and began to do some serious drilling. He felt like he was fucking a wild animal the man had so much fur.

“Ohhhh gooooaawwwd fucker, yeah! Fuckin me double time now! Oh daddy please, fuck harder, faster. Everytime you sink that fat fucker in it makes my dick jump. Shit buddy, won’t be long now. Ohhhhh man! Ohhhhhh gaawwwd yeah! Fuuuuuuccckk me!”

“Wastin your breath beggin muscle slut. Daddy’s gonna drill you as hard as he can. Turn you inside out and make you blast out every last ounce of muscle boy juice you got stored in those bull balls. “ Mac grabbed the man in the middle and pulled him back even further onto his pistioning dick. The man let out a small yelp and then screamed “fuck!” Mac saw spurt after spurt of gym guy juice fly out of the impaled man’s own fuck stick.

“Yeah buddy, come for me!” Mac now had the man bouncing on his dick, holding him around the stomach. The man was drooling, from his dick and his mouth, a long stream of nonsense words tumbling out as his mind struggled to recover from his first orgasim even as his ass sent signals another was on the way.

“No, no, no, gotta stop. Too much. Balls empty. FUCCCCCKKK!!” Another set of sperm shots shot out from the man’s bright red prick. Mac felt the man’s ass ring tighten, all he needed to let loose of his balls and feel the heaven as white hot man cop juice flowed and flowed through his dick in to coat the man’s ass.

Both Mac and the man hung for a moment, breathing rapidly, coming down from their sexual high. Mac eased the spent muscle coach off of his tool. With a grunt the man felt Mac’s fat dong slip out. The man fell into the Spa, a smile on his face.

“Sheeet, thanks Mister Stevens. I really needed that.”

“Yeah, me too bud.” Mac looked around for Steel, but the guard had gone.

Mac left the workout instructor with a smile on his face, sitting in the Spa. It had been a long day and Mac needed to get some rest. It was already 3 am. Hard to believe it was still Friday night.

Mac woke up with a sharp pain in his stomach. As he struggled out of the dead sleep he was in he began to realize it wasn’t in his stomach, it was in his ass. Mac Stevens was getting fucked!

And it wasn’t any tea-time fuck either. It felt like a jack hammer was being drilled up into Mac’s body. The man doing the fucking was Steel! Steel had one hand tightly gripped around Mac’s hands, forcing Mac into the mattress. The other was on the back of Mac’s neck, forcing Mac’s face into the mattress. But the biggest thing pinning Mac to the bed was Steel’s rock hard man fucker pounding into his ass. The mammoth tool was plunging in over and over, each time drilling into Mac’s insides. Mac screamed into the pillow but Steel just kept on fucking.

“Glad to see you’re awake now fucker! Your ‘ol buddy Steel is gonna punish your ass good n hard. God you’re a tight little boy for Daddy! Stupid fuck. You shoulda never come here copper. Know what I did before I got this job? I was a fireman. That’s right lady, a fuckin class a fire jock. Remember Jones? I don’t know what you fucker’s did to him but he was my best bud! You guys fixed him good and now I’m gonna fix you good too. What’s that girlie? I can’t hear you,fuck I can’t even tell if ya still breathin down there. Like I give a fuck. It took me over a year but now I finally got you Mac Stevens and you’re gonna pay. By the time I’m done with you Mr. Peters is gonna have to use a mop to get you up.”

Mac’s mind began to falter as the relentless jackhammer fuck continue. He could feel the heavy body above him come crashing down over and over, the forces of 300 pounds of muscle driving home Steel’s 11 inch spike again and again. Mac struggled, but the crazed rapist was too much for him. The fucking Jones gave him was like a lazy Sunday love fuck compared to this brutal spearing. Steel began to grunt as sweat beaded on his body and splashed onto the pinned fuck toy beneath him. Mac could feel the warm body getting hotter. He could feel his own dick responding to the vicious fuck by getting harder. Shit! Mac thought to himself, I’m being raped to death and my dick is hard!

Mac could feel a load building up that, despite his best efforts, was getting ready to fly out of his balls. He could believe he was getting turned on by this savage event, but he was. Mac was having trouble getting  a deep breath, his face buried in his pillow. He felt his head getting light and the load in his balls building. Things began to go dim. The grunts of Steel and the thrusts of Steel’s massive member seemed to fade into the distance. At the same time he felt the tip of his dick explode as cum raced out. He felt his ass muscles recoil as his balls emptied themselves of sperm. He barely heard Steel yell “Hell yeah! Slut’s getting off is making my cock feel so good!” and then a bang, all sorts of commotion, Steel yelling, his massive body retreating from Mac’s, water (Steel’s sperm?) falling on Mac’s back and then…

Blackness.

Part Nine

The first sensation Mac felt was actually something he heard. HE heard a loud SMACK! And then a cry of pain. A Loud, angry voice boomed close to where Mac was.

“Steel you stupid, stupid fuck! You could have ruined everything!” SMACK! Another cry. “I told you not to fuck him, I told you to keep that dick under control!” SMACK!

“But, but, but sir, I couldn’t help it!” SMACK!” Aggggghhh! Really sir, the fucker teased the shit out of me.”

“Shut yer worthless flap hole fuckwad!” SMACK!

Mac tried to open his eyes but all he could see was blackness. It took him a moment ot realize he was blind folded. He tried to speak but he found his mouth gagged. But his effort attracted attention. He heard the room go silent.

“Ah, so our precious cargo is awake. Hope you had sweet dreams Stevens, ‘cause those are the last you’ll ever have…”

Thumper braced himself against the wooden work bench, tools strewn all over. He had lost his shirt long agao, and now rough, firm but gentle hands undid his jeans and shucked them halfway down to his knees, freeing his rock hard cock.

“Ach, mien got, it is a real chunk of meat no?” A playful spank landed on his ass, making his hiss with pleasure.

“Gonna use it fucker or just stare at it all day?”

“Such impertaince, ach! Do not worry little bear, I have got plenty of sausages for you today.” Thumper felt a finger run down the small of his  back and into his but crack.

“Fuck yeah My Herr, sink it in.”

“Ungh yes, I think so. Mein Gott ist es so fest, see how it sucks at my finger?“

Behind Thumper, pushing him up against a workbench in a hanger at the airport, was the heavy set German man who had earlier greeted him and Mac. The man, Gunter, and others in the hanger, had spent the past 24 hours showing Thumper a real good time. Thumper had sampled the many fine studs that Mr. Peter’s employed at the airport to keep his planes up and running. Each guy Thumper met seemed finer, and harder, than the last. But the whole time the German had hung back the whole day. Now he was taking his time with a sweet ass fuck into the all too willing Marine.

„Yes, you army boys sure do know how to take a good Deutche fucking.“

„Ungh! That’s Navy mister, and we can give as good as we take.“

„Not what I hear ach? Men here tlel me Marine base full of hungry young boys with hard dicks and willing asses, no?“

„Can’t argue there mister. Ohhh fuck, you got a fat one bud. Drill that man meat up my hole!“

„Ach, Yah! Take it fuck- boy!“

„Yeah man, you ogt a nice rythym there, makin me feel real... unh...real......“

„Vast is wrong boy? I make you cum? I hurt you?“

„Uh, no, no man. Just feel like soemthing is off... Soemthing not right...“

„Ach, you are tired, is all. Let me work your little tits harder, make you focus on the fuck.“

„Shiiiiit man, that does help...“

„Yah, get back intothe groove fucked one.“

„Yeah buddy, get off on this fine Marine butt.“

„Yah! No problem! Here I come, you must be ready yah?!“

„Fuck yeah man, dump that load.“

„Agggghhhhh Gott n Himmel! So goooooood!“ The older German bear collapsed ontop of Thumper’s back. Thumper let out a large sigh but his rock hard dick betrayed tha t he had not come despite the Germna’s fat prick. Witha  grunt the bear pulled his fat cock out. Just then one of the Mechanic’s came in, he had a serious expression on his face.

„We need to take the Marine to Mr. Peters, right away. We can take the lear.“

„What is it?“ asked Thumper.

„Control did not say, just that you are tocome to Mr. Peters right away. He needs your help.“

„Fuck, is Mac ok?“

„Sorry bud, no one said anything else.“

Less than an hour later Thumper was shaved and showered and sitting in one of Mr. Peter’s smaller jets. He had borrowed a pair of white jeans from one of the mechanics that were a few sizes too small, but even Thumper, distracted as he was, agreed he looked mighty fine in them, his large msucled thighs stretching the bleeched denim, his soft cock forming a perfect basket. He had slipped on a tight grey t shirt over his chest. The clothes he had worn to the airport were drenched in sex sweat and man cum.

As good as Thumper looked, he sure did not feel well. He was worried about Mac and what might have happened to him. On the plane was also Gunter, he had been told to come with Thumper. A lean, chisled, mean looking man sat next to Gunter talking to him in low tones. Thumper’s mind was a million miles away.

„Mister Thumper, this is Mr. Hammer, part of Mr. Peters security detail.“

Thumper said hello, clearly preoccupied.

„Pleasure to meet you Mr. Thumper. Gunter here tells me you are a world class fuck.“

„Yeah, sure. I guess.“ Thumper was looking out the window, what Hammer said didn’t register. Just then he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Thumper turned around and saw a naked torso, finely chiseled without an ounce of fat and hairless. He looked up and saw a bald, young face.

„At your service Mr. Thumper. If there is anything you need.“ Thumper felt the young man’s hand rest on his thigh.

„Uhhhh, gosh, no thanks, uh,... uh?“

„Boy, Sir.“

Thumper smiled.

„Uh, no thanks Boy. I’m sure I’m OK.“

„You know Sir, when I am nervous or anxious I find a good leasurely blow job unwinds me.“ The boys hand drifted up Thumper’s thigh and cupped his package. Thumper felt his dick stir, but he wasn;t in the mood.

„Sorry, uh, boy. Just got a lot on my mind.“

The boy bent down, Thumper felt his hot breath on his crotch, and the gentle pressure of the boy’s tongue against his rapidly hardening dick.

„You can just sit back Sir. I can take care of everything.“ Thumper smiled and sighed. He looked up to see Mr. Hammer and Gunter deep into a heavy make out session, their mouths wide open, tongues dancing.

„Sure Boy, why the fuck not.“ The boy smiled and reached up and unzipped the tight white jeans. Thumper’s cock was momentarily trapped in the cotton trousers, but then, with a gentle tug, the boy freed the almost stiff cock. With a contented sigh the boy licked the drooling tip and then planted a kiss on the piss slit. Thumper groaned a small groan.

„Mr. Peters said to give you anything you want Sir. Do you want it fast or slow Sir?“

„How about fast and then slow? You up for two loads today boy? I need to empty my balls so I can think straight.“

„Oh God yes sir, I could work a cock like your all day.“

„Then get to work boy.“ Thumper smiled, seeing how eager the boy was. He reminded Thumper of how he was with Mac. A sudden paign of guilt ran through Thumper, followed by the delicious feeling of his fat hard dick being swallowed to the root by the boy. Thumper let out a loud „fuckin ‚a“ and grabbed the kid by the ears. He heard a deep laugh and turned to see Gunter smiling while Mr. Hammer pile drove his dick right up the German’s ass.

 Thumper pressed the kid’s head hard against his cock, reveling in the feeling of his hard cock sliding down the talented boy’s throat. Thumper’s body twisted and then wnet rigid.

„Oh shit man, oh SHIT!“ Thumper’s marine cock pumped out squirt after squirt of rich young stud cream. The boy had sucked out the first load faster than Thumper though possible. As he was coming down from his cum high he felt the boy pop both of his balls into his mouth. Thumper goran, his whole body still sensitive.

„Fuck yeah boy, don;t waste no time do ya?“

„Careful there Thumper, he’ll clean you out of every last ounce of cream ya got.“

„Fuck Hammer, no problem, I got a lot. Spending the weekend with Gunter and those pervs has turned my babymaker on big time.“

„Ach, you were not complaining when he drilled you last night!“

„Oh shit yeah, that was hot, keep suckin boy. You guys had me tied up, suspended between those two planes on a sling. I musta take ten cocks and spewed almost as many loads.“

„Flyin high were ya Thumper?“

„Yeah man. Shit Boy you’ve already got me hard again. You are too good. You up for three loads today?“

„Ach, he’ll take as many as you can give him Mr. Bullballs. He loves it!“

The boy did end up with three loads of Thumper cream in him, the last one dribbling out of Thumper’s spent balls as they landed in Chicago. As Thumper, Hammer and Gunter got off the plane, they were met by Mr. Peter’s long black limousine. As Thumper and the others climbed in, they saw Mr. Peters sitting in the back.

“Welcome Mr.    .” Thumper shook Mr. Peter’s hand.

“Hello Sir. I don’t mean to be rude, but can you tell me what is going on?”

“Yes, yes, of course. We are going to go now back to my estate and IW ill tell you. Mr. Stevens has been, kidnapped.”

“What the hell?!”

“Yes, I feel very badly about this as it is my fault. It seems that the man I hired to be chief of security was also working for someone else. A person that Mr. Stevens had a run in with, a certain Mr. Jones.”

“The firefighter?”

“Yes, that would be him.”

“You think that Jones kidnapped Mac? What for? I mean, shit, how to we get him back?”

“That is why I have flown you here, along with other people who hopefully can help us. We need to act quickly, no telling what Mr. Jones is doing to Mr. Stevens…”

Right then Mr. Jones was stroking Mac’s throbbing dick. Mac’s eyes were still covered by a blind fold, so all he knew is that he was finally getting some relief. Ever since he had woken up, after passing out again, his dick had been rock hard, so hard it hurt. And his balls, his balls felt like they were going to burst. Mac let out a tremendous moan, which Jones could hear despite the ball gag in Mac’s mouth.

“So stud, I see you’re awake.” Jones stopped the stroking, Mac let out a groan. “Not yet fucker. We have some business. Aren’t you curious Mac? Hmmm?” Mac’s head tried to lift off the table he was strapped to, but the restraints were too tight. Jones let his hand trace a pattern around Mac’s pecs, which were rising gently up and down as Mac’s breathing became ragged. With the touch Mac shivered, his nipples going erect. Jones took one between his fingers and gave it a hearty pinch. Mac moaned, his cock spurting out a small amount of pre cum.

Then Jones reached up and with a flourished ripped off the blindfold. It took Mac a secod to adjust to the lights, but when he did he let out a blood curdling scream. Every fiber is his body tried to break the restraints holding him down. Murder flashed in his eyes as he saw the huge firefighter, naked except for a pair of leather breeches, standing there. Jones had an evil grin on his face. He spat in Mac’s face.

“Stop struggling cunt. You’re mine now, got that? Yeah, it’s all over dipshit. I’ve been waiting for this day ever since you’re police ape friends tore my ass up. Took me three months to recover, too bad you ain;t gonna never recover when I’m done with your sorry ass. Shit is was worth putting up with Steel’s dumb ass for this. Yeah, I put him in with Peters, it was Steel that told Peters about you. Peter’s thought he was such hot shit, “finding” you. He’s as dumb a cunt as you are Mac, too bad he’s so fucking old. I bet you liked getting dicked by him huh? Remind you of your old man? Fuckin perv.

Don’t mater none. He ain;t gonna find you, ain;t no one gonna find you. No here anyway, maybe along some road in a ditch with fuckin vultures chewin on your dick, but not here. This is just for us firefighters. It’s a vacation ranch that caters to our,uh, needs. And a few other special people we have deals with. We get stupid fucks like you, whose brains are smaller than their tiny dick even, you know, fuckin muscle head cops, and pimp them out. That’s right cunt, you’re gonna be whored out and ain;t nothing you can do about it. I’m guessin you’re gonna like it tho, always thought you were a slut at heart. Don’t worry, we got certain “aids” to help ya.

Like your balls now. Fell full do they? Like they’re gonna burst? Well they might fucker. We’ve been injectin a couple of experimental drugs in ya. Well, they ain’t so experimental really, we know they work. Ain’t so sure about side effects, but then again no cunt has been around long enough to find out. First drug we gave you is a steroid cocktail. We’re gonna work you’re body out to the max fucker. Put 100 pounds of pure muscle on you in 4 weeks. I know, sound’s like too much, yeah, well maybe, but in the end you’ll be a fuckin muscle mass cunt reaqdy to abuse. Now, you know that steroids make your dick shrink, so that’s what your ball drug is for. This one increases your ball juice out put by 300%. End result, you gotta get hard and nut every couple of hours. This counters the steroid, keeps your dick in shape. Just to be sure you’ll spend a couple hours each night hooked up to a vacuum pump so your dick and balls reach their proper size. Course the biger your balls get the more cum they’ll make. By the time we’re done with you you’ll have to unload every hour or risk rupturing those sacs fucker. Naw you won’t get no sleep, but who the fuck cares. Cause the ball juice drug also will addict your ass. Makes you feel good n cock hungry. If you don’t get a shot 4 times a day you’ll go into withdrawal fucker. After 12 hours without the drug you’ll start to go insane. After 2 days you’re brian will be permently shut down. So forget runnin away cause ain’t no one else got this drug. No need to thank me cunt, you’re already hooked. In about an hour you’ll start to crave it.

Let’s see, we also gonna whoe you out, so first few hours of the day in the gym, then afternoons and nights spent on your back takin firefighter dick. Not interested? You will be fucker, you will be. Also gotta get you lookin right. Take you down to the tattoo parlor today. We got nipple rings for your tits, plus a nice fuck bar through your strum sac. Plus your ears. And a nice set of tattoos. No more clothes for your ass either, no need.

Here’s the best part cunt lapper. After 6 weeks here, we ship your pimped out ass off. Where too? How about the jungles of central America. We got a whole list of druglords who love US cop meat. They take you to one of their camps and whore you out to their men.” Jones undid his leather breeches now and was stroking his massive cock. His breathing was ragged.

“Here’s the fuckin best part, oh shit yeah, gets me off everytime I think about it. As a welcome to their camp, ungh gonna shot fucker, they fuckin cut off your dick and balls. Oh eayh! They fuckin make you a real cunt! Fuck! FUCK! YEAH!” Jones closed his eyes and he frigged his hard prick harder. Spunk began to fly out of his fire hose, landing all over Mac.

“YEAH! Fuck you Stevens! That’s what’s gonna happen and ain’t a damn thing you can do about it. I’m gonna take your dick and balls and fuckin hang em above my fireplace!”

Mac’s whole body was shaking. Despite his best efforts he felt his balls contract. He felt the cum rise, and at the same time bile coming up his throat. Despite what his mind was saying his cock was getting blessed relief.

Part Ten

Thumper starts the search( sort of…)

When Thumper arrived at Mr. Peters estate he was shown to his room. Mr. Peters dropped him off.

“It is a shame since you look so fuckable in those jeans, but I ask my guests to wear these black terry cloth shorts.”

“Sure thing Mr. Peters.” Thumper was already shimming out of his jeans, his fat half hard dick waving in the air. “I like these jeans too, but they really do a number to my block and tackle you know? I need room to breath.”

“Indeed.” Mr. Peters hefted Thumper’s package in his hands. “I know you have a lot on your mind young man, but I hope that while you are here you can find time to relieve your… mind from Mr. Stevens?” Mr. Peters now had Thumper’s quickly inflating cock fully in hand, letting the soft/rough terry cloth slide over the hard shaft.

“Yes Sir, seems like my cock is super charged these past few days. Fuck that feels good!”

Mr. Peters stopped.

“Yes, it would be a shame to waste it on a little hand job. Come on down after you wash up. I have some more guys you should meet in the Library.”

Ten minutes later Thumper opened the door to the library. It was a large wood paneled room, just like something out of a manor house in Europe. But that’s not what made his eyes go wide.

“Sarge! Matt! Kyle!” Thumper raced across the room and gave all three of the grinning Straits a big bear hug. He was soon engulfed by them.

They had obviously just arrived as they were still in regular clothes. Well, for them anyway. Matt and Kyle had on mesh shorts, tennis shows and t shirts, like they had been playing basketball just before arriving. Sarge had on a tight white t shirt and even tighter coaches shorts. His obvious cock mound showed through like he had a bottle of coke down his front. Thumper grinned ear to ear to see the three of them.

“Ahh, I see you know these gentlemen. Sargent Strait has agreed to help us in our search for Mr. Stevens.”

“I only have a week Thumper but I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thanks.” Thumper’s mind went back to Mac.

Mac had come home from the Policeman’s Bodybuilding contest full of cock hardening stories about Sarge and his two sons. Despite several close calls Sarge was serenely oblivious to his two son’s emerging sexuality.

Matt had made the first move, devouring Mac’s cock the night they got there. The next day Sarge, Mac and Matt looked on in disbelief as Kyle lost the first round of the competition. Kyle knew he had blown it with a late night the night before. Kyle was desperate. HE sought out one fo the judges to ask him what he could do to make sure he advanced to the next round. Turns out he had asked the wrong judge. The guy was a real perv and when he saw this young bulked up hunk begging his mind and cock worked in unison. That afternoon found Kyle trussed up in the judge’s shower. He was naked as the day he was born except for a piece of raw hide tied around the base of his dick and a ball gag securely fastened in his mouth. What followed was a three hour fuck-a-thon by the judge and two fellow officers from his precinct. After the judge and his buddie had each dump a couple of loads in the tied up bodybuilder they left him hanging and ordered up roast beef sandwhiches. Eating piles of rare beef to get their juices back up one fo them had a great idea. Why not make the kid in the bathroom their fucktoy at the precinct party that night. Made sense to them, after all 50 red blooded guys needed somewhere to get off.

Luckily Mac got wind of the “party” and took Matt up to the room with him. He pounded on the door and when one of the cops opened it with an angry “Yeah!?” he could see the other two double teaming Kyle, plugging his mouth and ass with fat cop cock. Kyle looked haggard but strangly serene. Still Mac didn’t waste any time. “Party’s over fucker.” He shoved the cop in the door aside and pulled the other two off of Kyle. All three of the cops knew about Mac reputation and figured they’d gotten inbetween Mac and some piece of ass. Mac dragged Kyle out as the confused young stud tired to pull on his shorts. Matt followed behind him.

Later, in Mac and Sarge’s room, with Sarge busy elsewhere, Mac lit into the still funked up college boy.

“Dammit Kyle, you coulda been seriously hurt. Those guys were gonna gang bang you tonight.”

Kyle looked down at the floor and mumbled.

“Damn right you’re sorry! You are one sorry messed up punk! First you fuck up the contest and then this! What the fuck! Sarge is gonna blow his top!”

Kyle’s head jerked up. “You can’t tell Dad. He’d kill me.”

“He should knock some sense in you boy!”

“Please, don’t. I, I, I’ll do anything.” Kyle’s eyes went from Mac’s down to Mac’s packed jean covered crotch. “Anything Sir, I mean it.” He licked his lips. Mac chuckled.

“Anything huh? Stupid ass punk, think this is some lame ass porno? Face it fucker, you’re hooked on cock like some lame ass junkie.  If I turn my back you’ll fuck up later and then my ass would be on the line.”

“Ahem” Matt coughed, Mac turned around. The kid’s work out shorts were tented. A hungry look was in his eyes.

“Let him do me Mac. Yeah, I wanna dump a load in my older brother’s mouth. I’ll be responsible for his ass. I bet I can train hm to be a good little doggie.” Matt by now had walked over to his brother. He put his hand on his brother’s head and ruffled his hair. Kyle sat down on the edge of the bed and Matt slowly pushed his older brother’s head against his tented shorts. Matt looked at Mac, his eyes were pleading, but also full of lust.

“Whaddya say Mac?”

“OK Matt, but you gotta look after him. If he messes up it’s your ass on the line.”

“Don’t worry Sir, he’ll be good.”

“I bet he will be Matt. I saw the way he took to manroot back there. Whatdaya say Kyle? Ready to explore your inner dick slut.”

The young college stud looked up at Mac and smile. He went to speak but Matt already had whipped his dick out and forced the spongy wet head into his brother’s mouth.

“Omghph”

“Yeah Bro, lick that dick. Man o man what a gift. I owe you bigtime Mac.”

“Just train him well Matt.” Mac said as he came up behind Matt and placed his hands on the kid’s broad shoulders. Matt shivered and he felt Mac’s own tenting shorts poke at his backside.

“You know Matt, you have a seriously sweet ass. I’d love to rim that fucker while your brother takes your dick down his throat.”

“Fuck Mac, I’m about to cum just thinking ‘bout it.”

Mac placed his stubbly chin on the kid’s shoulder. “Keep it in for Daddy now boy. Think you can do that?”

“Y-y-yes sir. Ohhhh gawwwwwwd.” Matt moaned as he felt Mac’s whiskered face slide down his back side and pull down the short the kid had on.

“Spread ‘em boy.” Matt got a good grip on his brother’s head and thenshifted his legs apart, arching his back out. Kyle lost some of the suction, but that was fine for Matt. Kyle’s ardent sucking was gonna make him bust a nut too soon anyway.

“Shit yeah Mac, eat that ass. Get your big bear tongue up there and fuck my hole with it. Shit yeah I love a big muscle Daddy who can chew down on a young cub’s ass. Fuck you’re making me leak. Like that precum Bro? Like ti when your baby brother drips his man juice down your throat. Open wide and take it man. Mac’s gonna make me gyser a shit load of man cream down your gullet older brother.”

Mac Took his left hand and smacked Matt a few times on his peach fuzzed muscle ass. This got another moan from the turned on youth.

“Hel yeah mother fucker! Spank your boy good. Fuck you both man, I gotta nut hard and nut now.”

Mac pried his tongue loose from Matt’s tight pucker. “Hell yeah oy, shoot a load for Daddy, christen your brother with your man jizz. Do it!”

“Yes Sir! Oh Gawwwwwd yeah! Shit! Shit! Shit!” Matt bucked as he felt his ball upload shot after shot of stud sauce into his brother’s eager mouth.

“Fuck that was hot Mac. Kyle man you got one hot fuckin mouth.”

“Thanks bro, you’re dick tastes pretty damn good too.”

Fuck you two, look at you. Kyle, you’re covered in your brother’s cream, Matt you are drenched in sweat. Hit the shower boy, I’m gonna head back to my room and get ready for tonight.”

“Wanna unload first Mac?” Matt asked while licking his lips and staring at Mac’s tenting shorts.

“Not right now boy, I gotta be ready for the pose down tonight. I bet Kyle wouldn’t mind alittle nut lovin? Hmm?”

“Damn right Mac, come on Matt. Let’s fuck around in the shower ‘til Dad gets back.”

“Right on!”

Mac left the two brothers locked in a deep kiss. Mac could feel his cock burp pre cum at the site, but no matter how hard his cock was and how much it showed through his jeans he did have to go get ready for the pose dwon tonight. He began to mentally run down his poses when he almost bumped into Sarge right outside his hotel room.

“Hey Stevens, just stopped by to see if you were here. I’m gonna go get the boys and head to dinner, want to come along.” Mac smiled at Sarge, who was dressed in tight coaches shorts and a tank top.

“Sure Sarge.”

“Damn Stevens, look at your package son. You been foolin around or sumthin?” Mac’s eyes went wide. Matt and Kyle. He had to delay Sarge somehow, let the boys gte their nut and get showered before their dad came home…

“Fuck Sarge, it’s just this weekend. I can’t keep it down.”

“Damn Stevens, you fuckin perved out fagot.” Sarge traced the rigid outline of Mac’s cock in his jeans. Mac shivered and sighed.

“Shit Sarge, you got a moment to help me out?”

“With what boy?” Sarge grabbed Mac’s tits through his shirt and pinched them hard, then pulled Mac to him by the tits and began to shove his tongue down Mac’s throat. Mac Moaned and planted his hands on Sarge’s muscular ass and ground his cock into the muscle bear policeman’s crotch. Sarge grabbed Mac by the back of his head and renewed his assult on Mac’s mouth. Both men were grunting, breathing hard and grinding into each other, their cocks rock hard and dripping.

“Fuckin A Sarge, hot motherfucker.”

“Shit Stevens, gonna explode, gotta…fish…out…my….cock boy!”

“God yeah give it to me daddy. So fuckin hot, damn it’s big too. You been at the gym Sarge?”

“Fuck yeah Stevens, hot ass studs all over the place.”

“You ready to blow stud bear?”

Keep stroking boy and you’ll see. Shit yeah. I’m gonna make you cream your jeans faggot.”

“Go ahead Sarge.”

Suddenly the pace of their frantic sweaty man to man sex picked up as both men neared orgasm. With a mighty roar they each felt their dick explode in manlust and rich cop cream flew everywhere.

Thumper’s dick ached hard. Mac had told him, in excruciating, ball emptying detail about all the hard dickmeat he had seen that weekend. He could recall Mac’s eyes as he told his little Marine buddy about his exploits. It made Thumper pause for a second. It was Mr. Peters who brought him back to earth.

“Isn’t that right my Marine friend?”

“Huh?” Thumper looked over, Mr. Peters had backed Sarge up against a large overstuffed chair.

“I was saying that Mr. Stevens told me a great deal about Sergeant Strait here, including the fact that his tits and dick are connected.” Mr. Peters had both of Sarge’s nipples between his fingers, Sarge could feel his T Shirt rubbing his nipples as Mr. Peters began to pinch them.

“Hey! Cut that out!” Sarge yelped, but made no move to try and get Mr. Peters hands away.

“Relax Sergeant, you’re among friends here. Right?” Mr. Peters looked at Thumper. Thumper gave him a big grin.

“That’s right Mr. Peters.” Thumper reached down and rearranged his rapidly inflating dick in his terry cloth shorts. It soon tented out.

“Now, now, w-w-w-wait a minute Mr. Peters. I agreed to come down to help look for Mac, not to engage in some faggot assed fantasy. Yow!’ Mr. Peters gave Sarge’s tits a hard twist.

“You have a lot to learn Sergeant. Including some respect and a lot about yourself. Look down at your crotch mister. See that fat bulge? That is your cock liking what I am doing. Am I Wrong?”

Sarge looked down and saw that his cock was clearly outlined in his coaches shorts. His fat babymaker was throbbing, begging to get out. He looked back up dumbly at Mr. Peters.

“Well? Answer me boy!” Mr. Peters gave an even harder twist. Sarge gasped as he felt his cock shoot out enough precum to makea wet spot on the grey shorts.

“Yes sir, I mean no Sir. I mean, yeah, it’s huge Sir.”

“Thumper! Get over here. Mac tells me you have a wonderful mouth. I bet our Sergeant here would love to get some oral relief. That is unless he’s not a faggot.”

Sarge looked truly worried.

“But I ain’t…”

“Listen Sergeant, do you want another man to service your cock or not? It  is not rocket science. I think you’ll find that ugly words are useless around here. You are better off going along than mouthing off. Do you have an understanding?”

“Y-y-yes Sir.”

“Good, now ask this young, fine, Marine to help you.”

“P-p-p-please help me Thumper.”

“No, no, no! Tell him what your problem is and how he can help, and be polite!”

“T-t-thumper, uh, I need-“

“What is the problem first Sergeant!” Twist! Gasp!

“Oh God! Thumper, I , uh, my , uh, dick is hard. ACHK! Real hard Thumper, sir. I , uh, want, GASP!, I uh, n-n-n-need you to, uh you know…”

‘TWIST!

“Ahhhhh! Ok, ok. I need you to suck me, oh God! Suck me off Thumper. Please. PLEASE!”

Thumper was standing in front of the writhing sweaty police Sergeant, who was quickly loosing his cool under the skillful hands of Mr. Peters.

“Damn Mr. Peters, you’re getting me all horny as fuck. I’m gonna need help after I get done with Sarge here.” Mr. Peters stepped back and with two hands placed Thumper squarely in front of Srage. Thumper then felt Mr. Peter’s hands slide down and cup his ass.

“Don’t worry Marine, you’ll be well taken care of. Mr. Stevens told me of your many talents. Now onto your knees man and fish out that fat drippy dick.”

Thumper knew the drill, he dropped to his knees and reached up to Sarge’s rock hard package. He stroked it, letting Sarge feel the friction between his coach’s shorts and Thumper warm paw. Sarge let out a stuttered gasp.

“Fuck Thumper buddy, no time for play buddy I need to get off.”

“Calm down Sarge, I’m havin fun. This whole thing has got me hard again.”

“Still, my Marine friend. I think it best we don’t keep Sergeant Strait waiting too much longer.” Mr. Peters had his hands around Thumper’s waist, pulling down the terry cloth shorts. Thumpers hard prick, dripping again after being so thoroughly drained, bounced up and down. Thumper sighed with a smile on his face, reached up and undid the snaps on Sarge’s shorts. The cock trapped inside was so hard Sarge had to push his shorts down in order to free it. The fat, hard police sergeant dick stood straight out from Sarge like a missle. Thumper blew on the tip.

“Ohhhh fuck. O h fuck, come on!” Sarge was practically whining now. Thumper laughed and then with one feel swoop swallowed the fat dong down to the root. Sarge let out a loud “Hoooooo Raaaaaahhh” as he felt his stell hard dick slid down the able Marine’s throat. He felt his spongy fat head massaging  Thumper’s tonsils, slding up and down the Marine’s constricting throat.

“Like That Sergeant?”

“Ohhhhh yeahhhh, fuck yeahhhhh. Suck it buddy.”

Mr. Peters laughed as he settled down behind Thumper’s now bare ass. Mr. Peters has his own hard cock out of his pants and was lubbing it up.

“Marine, you ready to get it from both ends?” Thumper shook his head yes.

“good, now hang in tight and don’t stop giving Mr. Strait head. Open that ass up for me son. That’s it, let my finger in to get you worked up. Gunter was not lying, you have a very talented hole, I can feel it sucking up my finger. How about my cock boy? Ready to suck that up there too? Thought so. Here goes, oh yeah open that ass up! Three hot guys havin fun. Like this Sarge.”

“Hell yeah Mr. Peters, Thumper here is working like mad on my dick. I could come any minute.”

“Hold off there Sergeant, that’s an order. I need to ride this hot ass a while and I don’t want you going off early. Stay and party.”

“Aw jeeze sir. My balls are so fuckin full.”

“You cum before I say Sergeant and you will find yourself hooked up to my milking device tonight, understand?”

“But, but, this shit is so damn hot sir!”

It was a hot as hell sight. Mr. Peters sitting on the floor, his cock acting as a resting peg for Thumper’s hot ass. Thumper crouching, trying to force up more of Mr. Peters cock while still upright enough to get at Sarge’s fat dong. Sarge, his shirt now off, his shorts at his knees, his hands at the back of Thumper’s head forcing his head onto his cock. All three were sweating now, lusty moans, deep grunts and smacking sounds of fuck and suck were the only noise in the room.

“Shit Mr Peters Sir, really, man, I c-c-c-can’t hold off. I gotta get Thumper off me.”

“Stop right there Sergeant!”

“F-f-f-fuck Sir, I c-c-can’t. Dammit Thumper, slow d-d-down. Oh god. Oh God. NO! Shit, Oh FUCK YEAH< FUCK YEAH. UNGH!” Sarge’s balls blasted so much cum Thumper could not even try to keep up and soon rich policeman sploog began dripping down the still sucking Marine’s chin.

“That was very foolish Sergeant!” But Sagre did not care, He was still on that post cum high, electricity running through his body, his massive chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Mr. Peters meanwhile had began to earnestly pound Thumper’s upturned ass. Thumper was busy licking the last drip of cum from Sarge’s still plump cock.

“Down on all fours Marine. Now that Sergean Striat has been so rude I guess I need to pile drive a load home.”

“Hell yeah Mr. Peters. Get that fucker way up there. Ahhh just like that. Yeah! Fuck! Me! Harder! Come on you perverted daddy, ride your boy!”

“Hot little ass slut Marine, you like taking dick from other men donthca?”

“Only when it’s a real man sir!”

“This cock real enough for ya boy?”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Then get ready to take a real man’s load!” With shouts of Fuck! Coming from both Thumper and Mr. Peters Thumper found himself impaled on the floor of the Victorian style library with Mr. Peters dick encased in his ass, dumping spurt after spurt of man cream into him. His own dick was throbbing hard underneath him, but he did not cum.

Three sweaty, naked , heaving men stood around, smiling at each other. But just then Sarge’s face went dark.

“Where the hell are Matt and Kyle?”

“I dunno, I think they said they were goin to the gym?”

Mr. Peters’ grin got bigger. “That so? Well, follow me gentlemen. Sergean you may want to pull on those shorts.”

The three men walked across the ground to the gym, housed in a large building with an indoor pool for those cold Illinois nights. As they rounded a corner they could see the wall of glass that was one side of the large, long gym Mr. Peters had set up. Sarge stopped dead in his tracks, his mouth open.

“What the fuck!?”

He could clearly see through the large panes of glass his two sons, Matt and Kyle, on their knees, buck naked, fighting to lick the rock hard cock of a seven foot tall muscle man, grinning the whole time…

Part 11 – Interlude- Mac’s Torment

Jones stood towering over the prone figure on the floor. Jones was seven feet tall, his muscles engorged on too many steroids. His wide, powerful shoulders glistened with sweat. His huge guns were both wrapped in barbed wire tattoos. Beads ran down his corded neck onto his wide fat pecs and danced around his puffy nipples. Although his hair was buzzcut short, no hair showed anywhere else. His chest was bare, browned from the sun. The beads of sweat went down further, across a pillowly pumped up six pack and down narrow hips. Jones had on skin tight leather jeans, the kind with a red stripe running down the sides, showing his rank. The leather jeans were open at the fly, the buttons undone all the way to open the fly wide. Jutting from the fly like an angry billy club was Jones’ rock hard foot of cock. Down past the cock were two huge, bulging tree trunk legs, stretching the material of his leather jeans tight. His thighs flared out and flexed, his calf muscles bulged out This meant that the tall black dehner boots he wore had to be made especially for him and his sized 14 feet.

Every ounce of Jones was pure raging muscle, his body a tower of strength and beauty. Everything his mind was not. His mind seethed in steroid driven rage, half crazed with dick lust, hormones rushing through his body. His fat bear paw fist gripped his steel dick in a death grip, jacking up and down the long shaft in a blinding blur. Spittles of pre cum flew off the end fo the fat prick and splattered onto the man beneath him. Jones grunted, his breathed ragged and fast. Sweat was flowing down his naked torso. His mind was on fire, it was lost in the need to cum, cum now and cum hard!

“Fuck you Stevens, gonna cover you in my seed you filthy whore!”

The man on the floor, Mac Stevens, did not respond. He was on all fours, his head hanging between his shoulders. His bare head, freshly shaved, gleamed in the stark light of the cold cell. His body was shaking, a cold sweat breaking out against his pale white skin. Snot ran from his nose, beneath him was vomit, piss and shit from his ravaged body.

“What’s tha matter cunt? Need something to help you along?” Jones stopped jacking his veiny twat driller long enough to give Mac a swift kick in the ribs, Mac rolled over and moaned.

“Goddamn crack whore, yeah bitch this is what it feels like. So fuckin easy man, got you hooked real quick. Half a dozen shots and you’re a basket case fuckwad.”

“P-p-p-please” came a harsh whisper from the floor.

“Please what asswipe?” Jones began jacking again, a wicked grin on his face. He cleared his throat and spit at Mac. “Come on fucker, tell me what I want to hear.”

“W-w-whatever you want man…”

KICK!” NO! fuckwad! Say it! Beg me for it!”

“Ohhhh Goooooddd, Jones, come on. I n-n-need help.”

“Then tell me what you’re gonan do.”

“I-i-i-I’ll be good. Oh God , I promse. Whatever you want.”

“So when you get the juice you’ll remember this right fucker? No more mistakes with clients? No more fuck ups?”

“Yes, I promise”

“Fuckin bitch, beg” Jones’ jerking motions got harder, faster. He was close.

“Please Jones!”

KICK! “Call me Sir maggot ass!”

“Please—Sir!”

“You’re a punk aincha Mac?!”

“Yes Sir.”

“Cops like you only fit for dumpin cum right?!”

“Y-y-yes Sir.”

“Oh Hell Yeah you fuckin pile of waste, gonna cover you in man seed! Here it comes! OH YEAH!”

Jones’ fat rpick recoiled and shot large wads of cum all over Mac’s body. Jones gasped and jerked for a moment as his balls continued to shoot out loads of cum. Soon Mac was covered in cum too. Jones stopped jerking and left his cock hanging and dripping.

“See that’s what a superior male does to a lesser man. He marks him with his seed. Guard! Get this waste of air a shot!” Jones called out into the hall way. A big burly bear of a man dressed in head to toe leather, but with a white stripe down his pants, came in with a syringe.

“Once you give this fucker his fix take him to room 203. Sling him up, chain him and go get the client in the Chicago suite.”

“Yes Sir.”

Jones strutted out of the cell, his half hard cock still out and dripping. The bear guard couldn’t help but stare at it. Jones ignored him. Instead he went down the hall to a conference room. A Man in green scrubs was there looking at a chart. The monitor infront of him showed Mac in his cell. The guard shackled Mac, gave him the shot and then was busy hosing him down with a strong water jet.

“Jesus Jones, if you had waited only a couple minutes more the meat might have gone into coronary arrest.”

“What did you say?”

The doctor looked up, suddenly aware of Jones’ mood swing. He had heard stories…

“Um, I mean, uh, Sir, that the prisoner was under a great deal of stress due to the condition of his withdrawal…”

“I know his condition! Are you telling me I don’t know what I’m doing?!”

“N-n-n-no Sir, I just thought…”

“STOP THINKING ASSHOLE! Just do what I teel you!” Jones’ face was beat red. His cock had flared up again. The doctor began to shake.

“Stupid little college boy fuck! Hands on the table. NOW! Bend back, right! Now shuck your fuckin panties brainiac.”

“P-p-please Sir, I have a wife and two kids…

“Then fuckin spread em! Unless you want them out on the street! Spread em now!”

The doctor craned his neck around to see Jones, but what really got him was Jones’ rock hard cock, ready for action again. Jones grabbed the doctor with a loud yell, and then with a hard grunt dragged the doctor onto his cock. With one strong fluid stroke Jones was balls deep into the doctor’s ass. The doctor screamed and flailed his arms. Jones grimaced through his anger and lust. God he loved being in charge!

Meanwhile two guards led a naked, shackled Mac to another room. Unlike the bare cell he had been in earlier this room had a bed and furniture. But Mac would not be using any of it, Instead he was led to a black leather sling in the middle of the room.

“Get up in it meat.” One of the guards shoved Mac towards the sling. Mac was feeling better as the crack seeped into his veins, but he was still unsteady. To top it off his back side hurt. He couldn’t see it, but one of the guards gladly told him what the tattoo said. His second day at the firemen’s place they had chained him down and tattooed the small of his back. More tattoos followed, but that one really hurt. “Says- Dump Cum In Here” The guards got a big laugh out of that one. Mac could see the one around each tit, that made the nipple look like a bulls eye. The large arm band on his left arm and the word BOY in huge letters above it. Jones swore to Mac that he would be black with ink by the time they took him away to South America.

With some struggle Mac got up into the sling and laid back. His Shackles were removed but his hands were secured to the chains holding up the sling. So were his leg. He was on his back, his ass out to the world. His cock was rock hard, not that Mac felt horny, but the drugs he was being fed made his balls work double time and he was always hard, ready to shoot.

The guard patted Mac on the ass cheek and left. The other guard stood by the door. A few minutes later a portly man, about 5 feet, 250 pounds, came in. All he had on was a small black thong. His milky white ass jiggled as he walked.

“Is this the meat today? Nice… How long do I have with him?”

“Four hours sir. Here, I’ll leave this by the door.”

“What is that?”

“Cattle prod sir. If he gets out of line zap him a few times. Some guys also like to zap the meat’s balls at the end, forces out a good load of cum, as a, you know, reward.”

The man picked up the cattle prod and looked at it.

“I don’t do rewards. I only deal in pain.” With that he touched the end of the prod to the small area between Mac’s balls and ass and pressed the button. A charge went through the stick and Mac screamed. As Mac’s screams reached a peak, the prod still on, a stream of white cum flew out of Mac’s cock tip. The pain he felt was mixed with sexual release.

The man laughed. “Like that fucker? I bet you do. Too bad it’s only k the first time. Thank you gentlemen, you can leave now. I think I have found the perfect toy to play with for the next four hours. There’s an extra hundred for you each if you can make it five.”

“Make it 200 each and you can have all day.”

“Deal.”

Mac groaned, but his dick was still hard…

Part 12

Matt, Kyle at the Jim

Meanwhile back at Mr. Peters…

Matt and Kyle had left their Dad, Mr. Peters and Thumper in the Library to go off and find the gym for a little lift session.

“Come on Kyle, let’s go get our pump on.” Matt and Kyle were going out the back of the large house and across the yard to another large outbuilding that held the workout room.

“Fuck yeah Matt, and maybe they got a steam room where we can relax and you know…”

Matt stopped and turned to face Kyle behind him. They were hidden from the house by a large row of hedges. Matt smiled and grabbed Kyle by the pecs and pulled him close.

“Hell yeah big bro, you gotta get a load off too?” Kyle’s answer was lost in a  deep, hot, intense brother to brother kiss. Matt broke free as Kyle was desperately trying to shove his tongue further down Matt’s throat.

“You are a nasty ass brother fucker man!”

Kyle smiled.

“You’re the brother fucker,” he reached down and grabbed Matt’s had dick through his shorts. “Least I hope so man, I need it bad.”

“Always do man. Let’s go, I feel a surge of testosterone that’s gonna help me pump the fuck out of my body. And then yours bro!”

When the two young men opened the door to the workout area they were met with an amazing site. In front of a long wall of mirrors was a naked god. At least it seemed like it. The man had a close cut crew cut that almost made it seem like he was bald. But his dark black hairy show through and on his rugged face with it’s five o clock shadow. His face was straining as he was doing arms curls with huge 100 pound bar bells in each hand. His olive toned skin was wet with a sheen of healthy man sweat as he counted his reps. The guy was huge, 6 fett five inches feet tall, very broad shouldered with flat pecs and huge nipples. His body was shaved clean. And that was what really took Matt and Kyle’s breath away, the man was stark naked. A huge foot long rod of hard man dick jutted out and bounced with each rep. His large quds strained as he flexed his body, careful not to move to much and tol let his massive bulging guns do the work. His whole body was toned, he was body builder huge but all muscle, like a swimmer. Unlike Jones’ body, you could tell this guy had put on every once of muscle through long hard hours in the gym.

Then Matt and Kyle noticed that on either side of the guy were a couple of the boy servants, also naked, but not working out. They were counting out loud as the man completed each rep.

With a series of mighty grunts that man got through the last few reps. He let the bar bells drop with a loud clang. He carefully posed in the mirror, admiring his form.

“So boys, was that a full set?” His voice was deep and soothing. One of the boys nodded, but his eyes were transfixed on the throbbing dick between the man’s legs.

“Ok then, go for it!”

Suddenly the two boys dove down to their knees and began to attack the man’s dick. At leas that’s what it looked like to Matt and Kyle. The boys were almost fighting each other to lick, suck and drool over the veiny fat prick. One boy managed to edge out the other to get the massive plum head into his mouth, so the other boy slid down and started licking the man’s heavy nut sack. It was too much for Kyle, who pictured himself doing the same thing. He reached down and grabbed his own hard prick and squeezed it hard in his short, almost unbeknownst to him, a loud moan escaped his lips.

The bodybuilder, who had let his head roll back and his eyes close, snapped up and turned to look at Matt and Kyle. Matt noticed the two servant boys never even stopped a little in their attempt to consume the hard prick.

“Well, what have we here? Come on guys, come on in.” With some effort the guy pushed the two boy servants off of his cock.

“Boys, where are your manners. Sorry, they help me count my reps. This is their reward, although to be honest it’s mine too. Jim Jokanous here.” He reached out the shake Matt’s hand and then Kyles.

“Hi, Matt Strait here.” Kyle absent mindedly shook Jim’s hand, his eyes transfixed on the huge cock.

“Uh… and this is my brother Kyle.”

“Nice to meet you guys, you Sergeant Strait’s kids? They said you and your Dad were hot, but damn. You two are quiet the pair. Uh, you ok Kyle? … Kyle!?”

“Oh! Uh, sure thing Sir. I’ve never seen a guy with such a , uh, large, uh, ya know… build.”

Jim smiled. “Uh-huh. You guys look pretty buff yourselves. Shimmy off those shirts, let me see what you got.Hmmmm ,nice Matt, hot chest there man, keep that hair, looks good. But yeah, man, Kyle buddy. I heard you were the body builder in the family. It shows, Fuck you’re tits are erect son. Let me… like that?”

Kyle was gently pinching both of Kyle’s nipples with his hands. Kyle’s head rolled back and he let out a deep moan.

“He, he, I guess so. So, uh, you guys up for some fun?”

“Hell yeah” Matt said, his cock tenting out of his shorts as he watched Jim work up his brother into a state of lust. He knew pretty soon Kykle would be slutting out. Always did…

“Shuck off those shorts boys, I got a dick that needs workin on… Now, now, boys, you two go back to the kitchen and see if the cook needs help, or a blow job. Let Jim here entertain the guests. Be good, scoot along…” The two boy servants looked like their puppies had just died. But they dutifully left.

“Ok, now, Matt, Kyle, take your time. I got plenty of cock here and tons of man juice, so have fun!”

Matt and kyle assumed the position that the other two boys had just gotten up from. Matt looked over at Kyle and smiled, but he saw right away that Kyle was slipping into a fuck lust state.

“Easy Kyle, try to focus.”

“Hey guys, less talking more suckin!”

The two brothers went to work on the fat dong. Instead of fighting like the other two, they worked together, often sliding their mouths down the fat shaft to the tip and then meeting each other in a hot, nasty brother to brother kiss at the end before resuming their love making to the cock. Soon spittle and drool and pre cum began to mix into a drippy fluid that feel from the slopped up cock. Jim was holding on to each head with a big paw and moaning, encouraging the boys to keep going.

“God yes, this is hot. Man you should see yourselves in the mirror man, two hot muscle boys eating a hotter muscle dude’s dick. Makin me proud you two. Fuckin slobberin all over my hard cock. Yeah Kyle, get it fuckin wet as hell man. Shit man I got a huge load building. Who wants to fuck?”

Although Kyle was deep into his cock worship he bolted up when he heard the word fuck.

“I do Sir, fuck yeah I need to.”

Jim laughed and put his hand on Kyle’s shoulder. He was happy to feel that Matt took over the cock worship with out a noticeable gap.

“Kyle son, you look like the sturdy type. Are you man? Cause I gotta tell ya Jim here throws a mighty hard fuck. This tool is a love weapon ya know? One deep assed drilling with this device and you will never be happy with another man’s dick again. I just wanna warn ya, cause I see that fuck lust in your eyes and I know what it does to a guy.”

“Matt was gonna dick me Sir, but I need what you got now.” Kyle tried not to whine, but his lust was getting to him.

“Get up on that bench son and bend over, let Jim here warm yer ass up for a good pounding. Easy up Matt I need to angle in here to get at Kyle’s love button. A couple of pushed from Jim’s tongue and his backdoor’ll be wide open.”

Matt came up for air, his own hard cock flopping against his stomach, pre cum splattering Kykle and Jim.

“Fuck son, looks like you’re a leaker. Think you can handle your brother’s leaker cum spout while I clock your ass Kyle?”

“Hell yeah mister. You just work that tongue up there to get me ready, I ‘ll work my nasty brother’s knob.”

“Fuck big bro, I ain’t the nasty ass spreadin wide for that fat juicy cock. Get your head down and lick my dick man.”

“Fuck yeah bro, give me that leaky fucker. Oh god yes! Mister your tongue feels wonderful up there. Don’t’stop Sir, work that snake on it, makin me shudder just thinking about how much wider I’m gonna spread for your love tool man.”

“She-it look at that body builder go to work bro, look in the mirror. He’s about got his damn head up your hole Kyle, check out the super nasty scene in the mirror, hotter ‘an hell!”

For a moment the room was  silent except for Matt’s loud breathing and the nasty slurping sounds of Jim and Kyle. A deep moan wnet up from Kyle and Jim grunted, grabbed Kyle’s hips and forced his tongue up Kyle hole even further. Then, Jim came up for air. HE grabbed his own leaky dick and smeared precum all over the head.

“Fuck son, I can’t hold off anymore. I hope what I just done ya will be enough. I gotta wedge this weapon up your butt son. Ease off your brother for a second. Sorry Matt, but I don’t want Kyle accidently chomping your dick off.”

“’S okay Jim. Up bro.”

“(slurp!) Fuck mister, quit yapping and start fuckin!”

SLAP! “Watch your mouth boy, I’ll liable to rip you up if I just plunge in. Just feel the head knockin. Easy son! Don’t just push back, let me fuck you my way, hear?” SLAP!

“God yes sir, sorry, just seeing you and your big dick standing behind me in the mirror makes me so damn horny. “

“ That’s a good boy, now get ready cause here I go.”

“Oh jeeze mister, oh hell yeah, fll me up, make me hotter an hell!”

“Damn right muscle stud, you got a nice bod but a tight as heel ass too. Gonna need to fuck you a lot son.”

“I’m gonna need it a lot. Oh yeah, keep goin mister. Keep forcing that rock hard rod up my shitter mister. Oh god yes don’t stop. I need to be drilled by a hard muscle stud like you. I need to be used and abused. God damn mister, get that fat prick up in me already.”

“Somebody shut this kid up! Matt, feed your mouthy brother that horse dick. Yeah, pop it in his mouth and shut him up while I unload a nut in his ass. Ah yeah man, nothing like nuttin a body builder type.”

“Yes sir Mister Jim, my brother likes it hard, long and intense. I mean look at his fat prick down there, you ain’t even half way up his hole and he’s leakin like a fountain.”

“You’re a lucky boy Matt to have a brother this dick hungry, does he ride you a lot?”

“Hell yeah, I mean yes sir. He’s the lucky one, seein as how I have a taste for man ass. He tried to get the star quarterback at his university to give him a hard drill, the guy was his roommate see. Kyle here laid out like a two dollar whore during fleet week and all the guy did was snort and move out. Lucky for Kyle his little bro here was willing to fill that ass right up. Ever since that contest down in Georgia when I found what a faggot he is.”

“Hey Matt, watch it, it’s your dick in his mouth.”

“Sorry sir, you know what I mean.”

“Just keep Kyle occucpied cause here goes the last couple of inches. Ungh!”

A loud moan came from Kyle despite his brother’s cock down his throat.

“Yeah son, I think I got it all in. Ready to fuck for real now?”

“unmghhhgm!”

Jim grabbed Kyle’s beefy hips and began a rhythmic in and out fucking motion as Matt matched the strokes, stuffing his college boy cock down his brother’s throat. Just then the door of the workout room burst open.

“Sorry Thumper, I can’t wait any longer! What the hell is going on here bosy?!”

Sergeant Strait walked into the room followed by Thumper and Mr. Peters. Matt froze and Jim stopped mid fuck. Thumper noticed that Kyle however, lost in deep fuck lust, kept riding Jim’s dick, getting it to fuck him as best he could since he was on his back.

“Unh… Dad… I can explain.”

“Hell Sarge I told ya not to worry and just watch.”

“Thumper, stay out of this. I want to know why my two boys are… you know.. unh…”

“Enjoying themselves?” Mr. Peters stepped forward. “I must admit that  it is a bit unorthodox a training regimen that Mr. Jockanous has, but as you can see the results are certainly worth it.” Mr. Peters walked behind Jim’s still body and traced a hand over the giant’s shoulders and chest. “Mr. Jockanous throws a world class fuck Sergeant. I know you don’t believe me, so feel free to try him sometime, right Mr. Jokcanous?”

“Hell yes Mr. Peters, Sarge there looks like a fine rack of meat.”

Matt’s mouth was open and then he smiled. “Dad? You mean you also like to, ya know, fuck around?”

“Now son, I’m a grown man, what I do is not your business, but you two are my children and you need to get off that man and come with me.”

“Sarge,” Thumper broke in, “Seems like your two boys here are all man to me.” Thumper grabbed and slowly stroked Kyle’s jutting member. Kyle moaned and began to fuck Jim’s lodged pole in earnest.

“Shit son, don’t you have any shame?”

“That’s the kettle calling the pot black” Thumper laughed.

“Matt,” Mr. Peters went up to the strapping naked youth and traced his fingers over his nipples. “Our Marine friend has a need to taste some more man meat. Why don’t you step aside and let your father hook up here.”

“Mr. Peters, I am not about to do that to my son.”

“Sergeant, you have already disobeyed me once, do not add to your offense again.”

“I don’t mind Dad” Matt said all smiles. “Kyle’s got mad skills for blow jobs. That fat dick he and I talk about so much will be in heaven.”

Sarge blushed, but his rapidly tenting shorts gave him away. He could feel his dick getting hard, responding to the idea of throat fucking his own son, his oldest boy, the kid who was supposed to carry on the Strait family name!

“Come on Dad. Yeah, let me undo your shorts. Fuck this is makin me so hot Dad, all these years of jerkin off thinking about your hot bod. Wanting to get beffed up just like you—“ Matt was cut off as he found his mouth and his dad’s mouth crushing into each other. They each opened and soon were dueling each other’s tongues as Matt reached down and fished out a fat hard daddy dick. They were in incest heaven, kissing and storking each other’s hard cocks. Mr. Peters cleared his throat.

“Don’t be greedy Matt.”

Reluctantly, Matt broke the kiss and gave his Dad a gentle shove towards the prostrate Kyle. Kyle’s eyes were half closed and drool/precum hung from his mouth. Jim, at Mr. Peters urging, had resume a full scale fuck. Sarge came up and looked down at his fucked up son.

“Daaaaad? Oh fuuuuucckk yeah! Give me that fireplug fuck stick daddy. Feed your boy hot hard police-dick. Mister Jim here is really pounding my ass but I sure could use more cock, especially from my hot as hell dad.”

“Jeeze Sarge, would you hurry up and plug your son up? Noisest fuck I ever did throw!”

“Sure thing Jim. You’re right Matt, I need to do this.”

“Way to go Dad! Now Thumper, take is easy, I want to watch my Dad really give it to Kyle while you suck me off!”

Meanwhile----

In a plain room with only a  queen sized bed in the middle, a certain policeman named Mac was tied up spread eagle, face down and gagged. Behind him stood Jones, his sweaty body gleaming in a hot light from above. His cock and balls straining in the tight leather he wore.

“Gentleman!” Jones spoke to a small group seated in chairs by the bed and to a larger audience thanks to satellite video feed.

“What I have here is the very latest in slave / punk control gear. This metal rod may look like a common cattle prod, but it is much more. You can adjust the voltage here at the end as well as the pulse. I will set it at say2, with rapid pulse and touch the maggot’s nipple so.”

Mac felt a sharp pain again and again in his nipple. He gasped, then yelled. The pain stopped.

“Effective and obviously painful, see? Now lets’ go up to 4 and set it for  a single pulse. Jones touched the rod to Mac’s stomach areas above his waist. SZNAP! Mac tensed and screamed in agony. SZNAP! Again, Mac’s body convulsed.

“Even better, yes? Just like a prod. But watch this, I shall go up to 8 and set it for repeated slow pulse. Then, coming around here, I place the rod at the punk’s rosebud and slowly push in.”

Jones actually gave a quick shove and the rod went in several inches. Mac screamed again, Jones did not even blink.

“Now observe the meat.” Mac tensed in anticipation, but nothing from before could prepare him for the next zap of power. He felt his whole insides explode in pain, seconds later as the prod found his prostrate and zapped again he saw jets of cum shoot out of his dick as he screamed in horrible pain.

“Yes Gentlemen, this prod will produce vast amount of pig cum on demand. All of this and only $99.99 a unit. A Bargain I think. Yes, you in the leather Nazi outfit?”

“Why does the dial read 10 if you only go up to 8?”

“Good question. Using 10, especially on a pig whose balls have just been emptied can mean serious risk of damage to the ball sac, testies and penis. It could render the sperm production capabilities useless and cause severe pain when urinating. It is not recommended. – Shall we see what happens?”

Mac’s eyes went wide and he screamed again. He began thrashing against the strong ropes. Jones laughed and spat on Mac.

“Stop being such a pussy faggot assed cop. Take it like a man, if there’s any man left of you after this.

ZZZZZZNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Part 13-

Matt felt content. He had spent the afternoon in the company of real men, men who were not afraid to show affection for each other as they worked hard to get each other off. Men like his father, who had drilled his won son Kyle long and deep, or Mister Jim, who had a seemingly unending supply of man cream in his huge balls. Or Thumper, whose warm, hot mouth had sucked out a huge load from Matt’s own aching balls. Now, after a great steak dinner, he sat by the pool watching the various servant boys laughing and running around naked, their own hard cocks bouncing up and down. Thumper and Mister Jim were deep in conversation. Matt did not see his Dad or Kyle around, so he thought he would take his plate back to the kitchen and then look for them.

As he approached the kitchen he heard moans and grunts and the sound of the cook’s voice. The cook was a giant man, over six feet, 300 pounds. Not all of it exactly muscle, but he was a hairy fucker and reeked of testosterone. Kyle had actually confessed to Matt that the guy scared him. Mr. Peters had over heard and laughed. “Just leave him to the servant boys and he’ll be fine Kyle.”

Matt swungopen the kitchen door and almost dropped his plate. There, on top of the huge butcher block table in the center of the kitchen, was a naked, sweaty Kyle on all fours! Behind him was the chef, naked except for an arpon. Kyle’s eyes were glazed over, his breath was ragged and his mouth was drooling as he grunted and moaned. Matt could see that the chef was responsible for Kyle’s state. Chef had in his hands the largest carrot Matt had ever seen. He was busy ramming it up Kyle’s ass.

“Ready for your next course assslut?” The Chef grinned and with a plop! removed the carrot and  rammed ina  greased cucumber about two feet long and as thick as a man’s wrist. Kyle yelped outloud and then moaned as the monster vegitable was shoved up his ass. Matt smiled and backed out of the kitchen unseen. The whole thing had made him hot and his dick hard, but he knew that Kyle was ok and besides, Matt wanted to find Thumper and feed him some more dick.

He found Thumper in the hallway, coming in from the pool. The marine broke into a wide grin and put his arm around Matt.

“Hey Matt, wanna go to the steam room and fuck around. I’d love to chew on that fat dick of your some more.”

“Hell yeah Thumper. Gotta find Dad first though, you see where he went?”

Thumper stopped and smiled at Matt.

“Naw, but I heard where he went. Come on man, you won’t believe this…”

Matt followed Thumper down another hall to an elevator. They got in and Thumper punched “D.” He smiled at Matt and Matt asked “D?”

Thumper grabbed Matt and pushed him against eh wall of the car, kissing him hard while his hand kneaded Matt’s ball sac. Matt quickly began attacking back, his tongue pushing into Thumper’s mouth and the two bodies grinding into each other. A bell sounded and the doors opened.

“Damn Matt you are one hot fucker!” Matt smiled. “And by the way, D is for Dungeon. Come on.”

Thumper led Matt down a hall with lots of doors and stopped infront of one marked “viewing booth 12.” Inside was a large mirror and a larger plush couch.

“Have a seat Matt.” Matt sat down, sinking into the plush couch. Thumper flicked off the lights. What Matt had taken for a mirror was really a two way mirror. His reflection ceased and the scene in the room next door came into view. Thumper flipped another switch and the sound went on. Matt bolted up and exclaimed “holy shit!”

Matt went up to the window to make sure he could see everything. There in front of him was his dad, Sergeant Strait, strapped down to a table and hooked up to some sort of weird machine! Standing next to him was a short buff man Matt had not seen before and also Mr. Peters. Thumper came up behind Matt and placed his hand on the kid’s bubble butt. He leaned over and flipped a switch so they could hear.

“Well Sergeant, I see Mr Wilson here has completed your preparation. Everything in order Mr. Wilsom?”

“Yes Sir!”

Matt could scarcely believe his eyes. The room held a long table about waist high. Matt’s Dad was laid out, flat on his back, buck naked. A series of five thick leather straps went over his Dad’s naked frame and secured to the table. Matt figured his Dad was not going anywhere until Mr. Peters wanted him too. Placed over his Dad’s head was a short hood/mask made o fblack leather. It came down enough to cover his eyes but not his mouth. In his Dad’s mouth however, a ball gag had been securely tied.

On top of his Dad’s massive pecs two clear plexiglass tubes had been secured to his nipples. It was pretty clear some sort of suction was being applied. It seems that the nipples were drawn up into the tube and then let back down. A machine was in effect milking the prone man’s tits.

Matt’s Dad’s cock was housed in a similar tube, although one much thicker. It too had been drawn up into the tube and not looked huge as it filled the whole tube.

“I told you Sergeant not to cum when you did, upstairs in the study. Yet you did and now you must be punished. As you can see you are hooked up to a machine. It is something that Mr.Wilson has worked long and hard on, and one that I have spent a small fortune bringing here. It works very well, Mr. Wilson can attest to that. Part of his fee included testing the machine thoroughly.”

Mr.Wilson gave a wane smile, as if remembering those many testing sessions.

“What do you say Mr. Wilson? Four hours?”

A loud moan went up from Matt’s Dad. He started to struggle.

“Well Mr. Peters, he looks like a virile man. How about eight?”

“My, my Mr. Wilson you are a perv. That might do damage.”

“I have done Ten Sir if you recall.”

“And you built up to that. Set it for six. And check in on him every half hour.”

“Yes sir.”

Matt moaned as he saw Mr. Wilson flip a black switch on the wall and the heard the humof the machine. HE could see it started to draw up and then let go of his dad’s fat prick. Louder moans came from the room through the glass.

“Sergeant, relax. You have a long night ahead of you. This machine will monitor you to achieve maximum pleasure. It will not stop until Mr. Wilson stops it. I figure you should have about three or four wet cums and the rest dry. The first few dry cums will be exceptionally painful, but after that you will experience pleasure like you have never felt before. Enjoy!”

Sgt Strait began to struggle and scream through the gag as the two men left the room. The machine had already begun working his tits, and now his cock was getting worked out hard.

“Gosh Thumper, is Dad gonna be ok?”

“Well Matt, why don’t we stay and make sure.” Thumper had his lips on the biy’s neck, his hot breath snet shivers down Matt’s spine.

“Oh gawwwd Thumper. Wanna fuck?”

“Thought you’d never ask. Let me shuck those shorts for ya. Hmmmm, yeah nice ass son. Want Uncle Thumper to work your joint while I fuck ya?”

“Hell yeah mister. Get those hands busy on my tits and dick. I’ll make sure my ass meets your cock.”

“Hot fuckin bitch, what a pervy slut, getting off on seein your daddy hig tied and milked like a cow.”

Matt moaned andput his hands on the window ledge.

“Shove it in hard Thumper. Gotta get off hard right now.”

“Does the slut wish that was him bein milked?”

“Fuck yeah Thumper.  Don’t tell me you ain’t feeling a deep down horny thinking about how many loads you could get out of a machine like that.”

“Hell yeah boy, but right now I am gonna use your ass to fuck out a load.”

“Yeah mister I can feel that tool reaming my insides. Work my tits man, twistem good. Shit man, yeah, harder. Harder! HARDER! OH FUCK!”

Matt’s rock hard boy dick, up against the glass, shot several volleys of college boy scum in a wide jet, leaving it to drip down the glass as Thumper conitued his relentless ass fuck.

“Ain’t gonna stop now boy.”

“Don’t you dare Thumper buddy. My balls are just beginning to get empty. Fuck this place makes em juice double time.”

“I heard that. God you’re ass feel like a glove on my cunt splitter. Feel how big my dick feels?”

“Like a goddamn tree fucker. Keep rippin me up.”

“Hell yeah take it like a man fuckwad.”

“Come on Thumper, fuck me mean, fuck me hard.”

“Like bein fucked like a whore boy?”

“God yes man, makes me remember I got a long way to go”

“Shit buddy, you’re hot muscle ass and big muscle bod got me worked up overtime. You are all man fucker. Bet you’re gonna sink your hot dick into your brother’s ass all night long after this huh?”

“Not if I catch your furry butt first fucker.

Thumper laughed as he picked up the pace. His hips were a blur of motion as he power fucked Matt.

“Goddamn Thumper, look, my dad is blowin his first load. Look at that cum fly. And look, the machine ain’t stopping, not even for a second. Shit that must be hell!”

The two of them could hear Sgt Strait’s moans of agony. Thumper shook in lust.

“Shit Thumper, I feel another load boilin up. Better stroke my fat cock a few times while you can.”

“Hell yeah bud, I feel my gates about to swing open. Get ready to get fill up with 100 PERECENT MARINE CUM FUCKER!!!!!OOOOOHHHH GGGAAAWWWDDD!!!!!!!!”

“SHHHHHHHEEEEEIIITTTTTTTT. Fuck Thumper, Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! Damn yeah. Get down there and suck my cum off my dick. I wanna feel your mouth while I watch Dad come again.”

“Hell yeah you fuckin perv!”

Meanwhile…

Mac lay strapped to a cold metal table. A long metal rod inserted into his once proud cock, small jolts of electricity flowed down the rod, causing Mac to feel a burning inside his dick. Not that he noticed, almost every part of him hurt now. His body was black and blue three weeks into his “stay” at the fireman’s ranch. Each day brought new tortures and new pain. He had been forced to do things most people would never even dream about, or even have nightmares about.

Last night had been especially painful and Mac was sure he would die more than once. In fact if there had not been several firemen present Mac assumed he would have died. See, Jones, the fireman who had brought Mac to the ranch, took Mac back to the local state prison near where Mac lived. All it took was some well placed bribes and Mac found himself naked in a locked cell with about 25 guys he had helped to put away. And these were not traffic offenders, they were murders, rapists and drug dealers that had been unfortunate enough to run across Mac while committing their crimes.  

Images flashed in Mac’s mind. Him standing naked, his body shaved, pumped up from excessive steroids, his balls full of cum due to fertility drugs, his chest tattooed with the words “pussy boy for you to use” across it, his ass had the words “rape me” on each plumped up butt cheek.

Surrounding him in that cell were a dozen men, men who had spent anywhere from a couple of months to over a decade locked up with only other men to use and brutalize. They had all developed a taste for man flesh and man pussy. They had been picked by Jones based on several key criteria, those with the biggest dicks, the buffest bodies and the most savage, insatiable sex drives. These men raped for pleasure and sport and had become experts on getting on of other’s pain. Mac tried not to shiver, the room was cold but more than that he could sense murder in the air.

Jones appeared from behind the men.

“Okay men, here’s the rules. One- you’re all being filmed, as you know, so don’t do anything you don’t want your probation officer to see!” a loud round of laughter went up.

“Two- Office Stevens here is due to be delivered… alive!... down south in a couple of days. So nothing that would do permanent harm… or I will step in and you will not be happy.” Some of the men grumbled, but nobody spoke up.

“Ok then, go get him folks!”

The men were all stripped down to their prison jeans, all had obscene bulges. They were already sweating in the cramped cell, the stench of lust crazed men was in the air. But to Mac’s surprise they seemed to form an order. The largest of the men, a 350 pound brut Mac recognized was the first to step up. Mac had busted him for selling roids to highschoolers. The man would give steroids to kids, get them beefed up and then rape them and demand blackmail money.  He punched Mac in the gut and as Mac doubled over fished out his massive tree trunk dick and forced it between Mac’s lips.

“No teetch pig, got it? Suck it like a good whore or Jones or no Jones I’ll pull those goddamn teeth out one by one.” For good measure he bent down and punched Mac again before inserting his hard dick. Mac choked, struggled to keep his mouth open enough but ended up scrapping his teethc on the massive member. The brut shoved Mac off, kicking him to the ground.

‘Bad whore! Bad Fuckin’ whore!” He grabbed Mac from behind, twisting his arm up until white hot pain shot through Mac’s body.

“Unless you want a broken arm you had better spread those legs cunt!”

Mac struggled to get his legs spread. He was shaking. He heard men laughing. The brut placed his dick between Mac’s cheeks and his arm around Mac’s neck. He began to tighten his grip around Mac’s neck as he rammed his cock up Mac’s worn out ass. Mac choked, it went black but the Brut knew how to do things right and Mac did not pass out. Mac wished he had passed out as the massive hard column of flesh raped his shit shute. The brut was jack hammering Mac’s ass and slamming his head against the cell wall, screaming obscentites as he sought to get his nut off in Mac. As the pain became too much Mac let forth an unearthly scream. The brut smiled for the first time.

“Hell yeah! That’s music to my ears fucker! Oh god, oh god, oh yeas!!!!!” The Brut’s body froze as his low hangers pumped out gallons of rape cum into Mac.

Mac barely felt the cock slip out when another replaced it. And another, and another…I wish that I could say Mac got used to the assaulting of his body by the 12 men, but he did not. 12 helplessly horny men were positively mad to pump cum out of their balls  the only way they knew how: through painful repeated rapings.

As the night wore on and the men had cum several times each their rabid fucking slowed down to a simple fuck pounding. Most had let off enough steam that they could enjoy a good hard fuck to empty their balls out one last time. By 2 am most of the men were napping, their mighty balls drained by Mac over the evening. Mac himself was covered in fuck slime, the last couple of guys enjoying a slow fuck as they twisted Mac’s tits until they were black and blue. Mac was sobbing now, his will, his mind, completely gone. Then it got worse.

Six armed guards came into the cell. The all had long cattle prods. The lead guard, a massive man obviously bulked up on steroids, started screaming.

“All right you goddamn afggots! Why aren’t you fuckin the whore?!!!!!”

“Come on man, we’re spent. We’ve fucked his about five times each!”

SMACK!

“SHUTTHEFUCKUPCOCKSUCKER! Since you’re such a wise ass, get over there and fuck him again.”

“Awww come on man. My dick ain;t gonna go again so soon. I done come three times already!”

“Jack you cock shithead! That’s it, get it hard! Come on, harder! HARDER! Now ram it in and FUCK!”

“Awww fuck mister, I got it hard, but I can’t cum again.”

“Alright then, spread your cheeks.”

“Huh? Oh no way man! Jesus I am trying to cum! Comeon man! Aw Fuck no, no, no! NO!”

The guard in chargeused his gloved hand to spread the prisoner’s but cheeks. Once the man’s rosebud was visible the guard put the cattle prod up against the opening and…

ZAP!!!!!!

“OHHHHFUCK!” But by the third low vltage zap the prisoner was dumped load number four.

Mac came too on the table, another jolt of power flowing down the sound into his cock. His memories of last night still fresh in his head. The guards had used the prods to make all the prionsers fuck Mac one last time. Now he was on this table, Jones standing nearby, sending jolts of power through the broken man’s fat cock.

“Jesus Stevens, can’t believe you’re still the fuck alive. Well, tomorrow’s the big day. You’re getting shipped down to South America in a box for my drug running friends. By this time tomorrow you’re cock will be fed to pigs, hopefully without you attached, although they have done that a few times too. But now, one last night of hell for you asshole. I am gonna cum and cum while I make you scream. Here, try this on for size.”

The jolts, which had been painful, began to increase. Mac felt like he was being cooked from the inside out. He started screaming. His vision blurry as he saw Jones rapidly jacking his hard cock. Soon the room began to go black as the pain became unbearable. His last memory was that his screams were so loud they seemed to multiply and come from every direction…

The first thing Mac felt was something warm and wet on the head of his cock. He could feel lips and a tongue moving around his dickhead, his cock felt hard. His body was racked with a dull pain, but his cock felt wonderful. The mouth working his shaft was talented, it felt at home. It knew how to massage his spongey dickhead just right. Mac could feel a load build and then…

Release.

Mac struggled to open his eyes, light, white light, blinded him. He knew it, he had died and gone to heaven. A wonderful blow job and white lights, the pain of Jones’ torture over. He closed his eyes and smiled.

“God Damn Stevens! You are fuckin MACHINE!”

Mac’s eyes flew open, he knew that voice. He struggled to make out the huge beefy frame of…

Sarge! Mac’s mind raced. Holy shit, he wasn’t dead after all! He looked beside Sarge and there was Thumper, all smiles. And next to Thumper a slight man Mac did not recognize, but who was dressed in hospital whites and was busy wiping off his mouth. He was also all smiles.

He opened his mouth and tried to speak but nothing came out.

“Easy Mac” Thumper put his hand on Mac’s shoulder. Suddenly another man entered. An older man, with grey at his temples but a kind face. His name tag read “Dr. Dick Goodbody.”

“Ahhh, Mr. Stevens, you are awake! My God it is amazing. Now lie still, don’t try to speak. Not yet, until you get some liquids in you. You’ve been in a coma for three weeks; it will take some time for you to adjust. We had to detox you considerably, plus there were many other injuries to attend to. However I think you will be ok in the long run.”

The Doctor looked down and saw Mac’s rigid cock, exposed, and wet with saliva.

“Ah, um, oh, yes. Nurse Smith here has, um, just, um, released another, um, load of semen. It seems that the men who did this to you had you on some sort drug regimen that, uh, greatly expanded your capacity…”

Mac had a puzzled look on his face. The Doctor looked up, as if searching for the answer.

“You see Mr. Stevens, uh, well, your testicles, their capacity has been greatly, um, enhanced. Plain fact of the matter is if we did not release um, loads, as it were, from them at regular intervals they might simply explode. When they brought you in we were, um, releasing you every hour, on the hour. But thanks to the hard work of the staff, uh especially Nurse Smith, we have slowly brought you down to uh, well a still abnormally high level, but we are confident you will be back to normal soon.”

“How often is he cumming now Doc?” Thumper asked.

“Well, uh, he is still ejaculating copious amounts but uh we have him down to six loads a day, once every 4 hours.”

Thumper, Sarge and Mac looked at the Doc, then at each other. Suddenly all three burst out laughing, Mac coughing at the same time.

“Gentlemen, this is hardly a laughing matter. Serious damage could be done…”

“Naw Doc, naw. Look, you guys don’t know Mac. Six loads a day? No wonder he’s  still erupting like a volcano! The man cums six times before lunch on a slow day!”

The Doctor’s jaw dropped. Thumper slapped Mac on the shoulder again.

“Welcome back buddy! Man have we got some stories for you!”

Mac smiled and gently grabbed Thumper’s hand and gave it a good squeeze. He couldn’t wait to hear all about it…