The Dentist - part 2

Author: plugged
Title: The Dentist - part 2
Date: 25 November 2010

Mike and Jake began to stare each other down waiting for the other to
concede. Two headstrong stags being led by the will of their virile
cocks. In a way to break the tension Sam had the idea of playing thumb war
for dibs on my addictive cunt. Best out of three Jake was the agile
champion, deep down I wanted him to win so I could go another round with
Mike's uncut cock. Yuri lifted himself off my face and gave Mike permission
to face fuck me. They then negotiated on which position could they perform
in that would give off the best feeling and reverse cowboy it is. Jake sat
on a bench and I sat on his cock, my muscles were on fire after all two
hours had passed by and we were barely half way through. Mike saw the
sleepiness settle in my eyes, "we have a crasher where the poppers?" Greg
pulled them out marveling how long it took just to use them, up each
nostril a small amount went and like a starburst my senses were bursting
with flavor, the sweat pouring down my forehead had a sexual taste to
it. Mike jumped up onto two benches and presented his thick cock to me. I
stuck my nose inside his foreskin and was delighted to find his funky dick
cheese. I would pull his skin with my lips, stretching it as far as it
could go. God I was so horny for cock that it sort of scared me, by this
time I really wasn't thinking of what I was doing but once I sat on Jake's
purple headed soldier the blood flowed right back to my brain.

I began to rotate my hips like I was doing the samba on his pole, the
poppers had me in another world. The tension in my jaw had dissipated and
my sore hole was invigorated. I stayed in a catcher's position, so Jake
could really hand it to my ass. All you could hear was me slurping on
Mike's chode and Jake's balls slapping against my gooch. I massaged his
ball sack because if felt like a whip was striking my taint, I rested eight
inches of Mike's cock down my throat grasping the remaining inches with my
other hand. It felt like I was a tennis ball being whacked to each side of
the court. As I made my dissent on Jake's cock I would leave the tip of
Mike's in my mouth, when I went all the way down on Mike my pucker would
French kiss the head of Jake's. Then I got the idea of sticking a finger
into Mike's hole. My heart began to race fearing what his reaction would he
pull off, either bitch slap the hell out of me or take it like a man.
Luckily it was the latter, he sighed in approval as my finger hit his love
nut, and a spurt of juice hit my tongue. I added another and he began to
rock back on my fingers, this man's ass was insatiable it stood high and
was more bubbly than mine. I got even braver and added another finger, he
whelped, I settled there wanting it to be as enjoyable for him as it was
for me. While I fingered this studly bear he would pinch his nipples,
obviously that was a sensitive area for the big boy. Jake peering at the
scene in front of him, began to really pile drive in me, my mussy dilated
in appreciation, the jizz leaking from my dick mixed with Jake's cock. The
pheromones from my seed, seeped into his skin severely succumbing him to my
anal pressure. He bit my back leaving a mark that was surely going to be
there tomorrow morning. I took my hand off Mike's cock and decided to do
what Greg had done to me that afternoon, I stuck a finger along side the
cock that was wreaking havoc on my anus. Jake could not believe what I was
doing, my laxed hole began to awaken from the new sensation. I was now
showing my bottom slut skills off to everyone, Greg stood back proud at
what I was doing and gave me more poppers to push me to another level of
thrills. Everyone else stood there looking in disbelief at little O me
taking a nine inch dick and adding two finger to my worn out hole. Mike was
grousing from my striations to his willing hole, he was bouncing off my
fingers and pushing further into my mouth. It was as if was speaking
another language, I think this guy was like me, he never knew what
pleasures that could be given from playing with a perky ass. I pressed my
lips on the head of his dick and just concentrated on that, then in a quick
move I would go fully down licking his ball sack on the way. I never did
the same move back to back, I wanted to confuse him right before I added my
fourth finger. I was turning this seasoned gentleman into a bottom slut
with just my fingers. Mike was one of the second row forwards on his rugby
team, he had arms the size of my head and there he was tweaking his nipples
and riding my fingers.

A smile crossed his face as he said that he was on his way to busting a
nut, no one had ever forced an orgasm on this dude, and this would be the
first time that he got off on some one blowing him. His cock expanded
inside my mouth and wave after wave of cum burped from his man stick, I
loved the potent flavor, and it tasted like Jimmy Dean sausages and a
loaded baked potato. My mouth was full of his cum, he yanked his over
sensitive dick out of my mouth, convulsing from the shear pleasure I had
bestowed upon him, But before I could even swallow it he began to make out
with me, sucking some of his come out of my mouth, and sword fighting my
tongue. His lips were so strong yet he held my face with care like a
Faberge egg, then he moved to Jake who was still driving his cock in me and
shared the fruit of his labor. Jake had this surprised look on his face
once he realized he was tasting Mike's cum, never in a million years could
he ever expect a guy like Mike to enjoy snowballing. When he swallowed some
of Mike's cum that was all it took to get him over the moon, he rocketed
eleven shots of cum in my ass. I'm sure that the insides of my anal cavity
must have looked like a sea of Elmer's glue pasting my anus in
revelry. Jake flipped me over and we share this three way kiss each
enjoying the taste of Mike's wonderful sperm. Basking in the afterglow the
twins had made a deal with Cristiano to go before him because they had a
little surprise in store for me.

As Mike and Jake got off me, there stood Paul and Peter the Abercrombie
twins. I was wondering which one was going to fuck which part of me, when
they explained that they always do things in unison. I looked perplexed,
wondering what they meant by that. That's when Peter laid on the ground and
told me to climb aboard, I sat on his dick and felt that is was quite
comfortable. I began to take short strokes getting acclimated to the new
position. " You're going to want to take some more poppers now" said Paul,
not passing a free lunch I gladly accepted the offer. My mind was back to
sixty again, I knelt down and began to suck on Peter's nipples and traveled
to his neck thinking he was only a couple years older than my son. Then a
knock came to my back door, it was Paul, I began to get scared wondering
what the hell he was doing. He gripped his brother's cock and began to pry
my ass open with both of their love muscles. The preparation with the dick
and the fingers in my ass had led me to this point. Here I was taking two
dicks at the same time, the poppers attempted to deaden the pain but could
not succeed. It felt like the first time Greg had made me his bitch, but
this time I was driving the pace. I slowly descended onto their cocks
muttering every curse word I could think of under my breath. Finally I
bottomed out and could feel the stubbles of where there pubes should have
been scraping my ass and ball sack. I moved up and down in short blows
which gradually became larger, when all of a sudden like someone snapping
their fingers the twins had clapped onto my love nut. Then like a
locomotive one would pull out and one would push in, I was in heaven yet
remembering the cock lock more like purgatory. These guys were fucking nuts
like any twenty something year old, they were a mass of energy channeling
it all into my chute. Nothing could describe what they were putting me
through, I leaned forward and began to kiss Peter, and then Paul would pull
me back and almost twist my head off to make out with me. My lips were much
bigger now from all the cock I had to endure and it showed from the kisses
each tried to get from me. We switched positions, to where Paul was on the
bottom and Peter on top of me. I looked into Paul's eyes as he told me I
was pretty hot for an old guy, I chuckled and said he was pretty cute for a
tween. He pinched my nipples and jabbed his cock further into my luxurious
hole. I bit his neck and tightened my glutes forcing their prongs to be
even closer than before. This set them off, I don't know if its twin ESP
but it surprised me that both could cum at the same exact time. My cup was
now running over, the walls of my ass could absorb no more cum, even when I
tried closing my hole nothing could stop it, little did I know what could
remedy the situation.

"My turn" said Cristiano in that sexy Italian accent. He aimed his cock at
my hole and plugged it better than BP. The leak had been prevented, the
girth of the monster inside me was unimaginable. After all the cocks that
had found there way inside me, none could prepare me for the assault that I
was experiencing. To say Cristiano knew how to fuck would be the
understatement of the year. He picked me up and really drove home, I
wrapped my legs around his waist fearing that I would be thrown off this
bull. He pushed me up against one of the gym's mirrors and fucked my brains
out. In his eyes I was a cum towel, he laughed when I began to
hyperventilate, the sensations coming from my cum bucket were
incomprehensible. For thirty long minutes Cristiano fucked me, on my
stomach with my ass in the air was his favorite, he was really able to
impale me on his stick. That dick was going places no one else had ever one
before, I became a blabbering fool no comprehendible word came out of my
mouth it was all mumbled jargon. That's when he flipped me over and placed
one of my legs on his shoulder using it as an anchor to get more of his
dick in my rectum. As he would push in he would scoot us around the rubber
floors giving me and his knees an intense rug burn. The way he fucked sent
shivers down everyone else's spine. They all began to stroke their dicks to
full mass, Jessie came up to me and splashed cum all over my face, I was
like a baby bird being fed by its mother, opening my mouth basking in my
reward. Then Mike and Jake came forward spilling another load, I was
drowning in cum and loving it. Sam stuck his dick down my throat and gagged
me with another load obscuring my wind pipes from moving. The twins got on
either side of me and see sawed their pricks inside my mouth, the
culmination of all that cum became apparent on their dicks and my lips. And
like Mt. Vesuvius erupting on Pompeii, Cristiano blew his load all over my
tunnel. He tried to plunge his cock deeper into me, but all the cum inside
of me began to fight him, the added sensations caused him to erupt into
another orgasm. He leaned forward and licked my frosted covered face,
surprised by the taste he licked my face clean and forced his tongue down
my throat. We must have made out like that for a good fifteen minutes when
I felt his cock began to get hard once again. This time he fucked me with
more of a tender passion, his lips never leaving mine. He hoisted me up and
let me sink right back down on that mammoth dick. His piercing was
unlocking some gate within the walls of my ass that revealed the openness
to my now bisexuality. With a final gust of strength, Cristiano came one
more time. We laid there giggling like catholic school boys letting the
waves of passion drift us back to shore.

All the guys applauded us, I didn't know we were a show but I took it in
stride. "I think some congratulations are in order," cheered Greg, "I have
a special gift for you." There Paul and Peter walked out carrying some guy
with a nap sack covering his head and handcuffs around his wrist. The guy
was moderately muscular and was sitting in just his boxers. "Now go over
there and suck his cock," whispered Greg. I went over to the random guy and
snaked his cock from the piss slit of his boxers. I began to get him hard
through my ministrations, he was a little above average length maybe closer
to eight than seven inches. Something looked very familiar about the guy,
then Greg unlocked me from the confines of that evil lock. I grew an
instant boner, then Paul took the nap sack off the guys head. I was
flabbergasted as it felt like someone had punched me in my stomach. There
in the chair sat my boss Jake Daugherty cursing me behind the tie that was
around his mouth. Peter unfasten my boss's very own tie that had kept him
so quiet, he spat in my face and told me I was fucking fired. I couldn't
believe it my life was about to be ruined, my fag hating boss cock was
still in my hand. That's when Greg came up to him and smacked him across
the cheek, leaving his hand print behind. "Nate I want you to fuck this guy
like he has been doing you for years. I saw the emails of him taking full
credit of your work and how he has been manipulating the partners at the
company you work for into leaving you at your current position." Rage built
up inside of me as Jake's face had turned pale.

I knew Greg was telling the truth from Jake's scared expressions. Fuck him,
Fuck him, FUCK HIM the guys began to chant. I was so angry that I threw
Jake to the floor, he began to beg and plead for me to stop what I was
about to do and think rationally about the punishment for raping another
male. I ignored him, I thought if I could get him to take me willingly then
he would have no case. I began sucking on his dick, I fingered his hole,
and little by little his defenses began to wane. I stuck two fingers up his
hole using the cum from my own ass as lube. Mr. Daugherty began to purr
like a kitten, Greg came by and unlocked the handcuffs that had bound
Jake. With the sensations that were going through his head, I don't think
leaving was one of them. Then I moved up his body kissing his pubes, his
belly, biting his nipples, blowing on his neck he was mine for the
taking. I lifted his face and stared directly into his eyes and what I saw
astonished me, there in his eyes was the look of true remorse. I snaked my
tongue inside his mouth and pushed my fingers deeper inside his hole. He
moaned in delight, then I placed his legs on my shoulders, and inserted
just the tip of my dick at his virgin hole. I asked him to tell me what he
wanted, he fought the urge to say anything and I pushed a little further
inside of him. Tell me what you want me to do, and like a wild mare being
broken he whispered "fuck me." I acted like I couldn't hear him wanting
everyone in that room to hear what I had just heard. "I want you to stick
that big dick up my ass and fuck the shit out of me," yelled Jake. Your
wish is my command, and without pretenses I introduced the entire length of
my cock to his little sphincter.

He grit his teeth in pain not expecting there to be so much pain, pleading
for me to take it out, that it hurt to much. I obviously ignored him and
claimed my prize, this was not supposed to be something he was to
enjoy. This was his punishment. I sped up my pace working his hole in every
way, something snapped in him because he was trying to meet my strokes with
movement of his own. He began to suck on my nipple pleading for my
forgiveness wanting me to take him to new heights of pleasure. I knelt down
and sank my teeth in his shoulder, this pulled him to an illuminating
orgasm. Our stomachs began to be slippery with his cum, that tingle began
to take me to my boiling point. I dislodged my cock from his ass and
presented it to his face. I told him to suck it, he took tentative lips
tasting the ripeness of his own ass and the cum I had used for lube from my
ass. I jerked my cock off in his face and erupted sixteen volleys of cum to
his face. It was like a deluge of semen had poured all over his face. I was
water boarding him with my own cum, he choked and gagged but it just kept
on cumming. It was as if everything that was in me, came crashing down on
Jake's face. I got up and began to walk towards the locker room telling the
other guys they could take a whack at him. The guys high fived me and
finally considered me to be a man. There in the locker room I saw Yuri
laying out my clothes. I asked him how long he had been in there, he
replied not long. I slumped over and he caught me, I must have been
crashing from the intense high I was on. Yuri tentatively dressed me and
decided that he was going to drive me home. We waved bye to the guys and
laughed at Jake D waving bye with two dicks in his mouth and one in his
ass.

We got in the car and my body finally compressed all that had happened
today into shear exhaustion. I directed Yuri to where I lived and we made
it to my house. I was too tired to walk to the front door so he carried me
to my door, then I directed him o where my bed was. You know Yuri I would
love if you stayed the night, and stayed the night he did...
I couldn't believe what came over me last night. My head was really
hurting, could I have gotten a hangover by being drunk on cock I
contemplated. I started waking up to the morning light and pictures of what
I did began to surface. Oddly when ever I thought about it my dick was
pulsing between the sheets. Then I remembered that Yuri had gone to bed
with me last night. I looked around the room and his clothes were still
there but he wasn't. I called his name out and I got no answer, I was just
about to get up when he came through the bedroom door fully dressed in my
son's baseball attire. His body was a little snug in my son's clothes but
it was such a turn on.

"How do I look," Yuri asked in that sexy accent. He walked over to the bed,
I was so stunned, and I couldn't believe the affect this guy was having
over me. He grabbed my head and began to shove it in the skin tight
trousers, feeding me his tube steak through the cloth. Any sign of a
headache began to dissipate. I wanted this sexy kid, and his long cock to
boot. "Take off my shirt," he ordered. You mean my son's shirt, I told
him. THWACK! He smacked me across my face and demanded that I never talk
back to him ever again. I was shocked this punk kid was ordering me around
like I was some prison bitch; I mean last night he was so gentle and caring
and now he was Joseph Stalin.

I began to take his shirt off, his muscles were straining the material to
the point that I thought if I pulled any harder it would tear. Finally I
got it off, the pants were next like the shirt it was nearly impossible. He
ass looked like two melons, like two bubbles, it was perky and strong. It
brought back memories of when I ate him out in front of all the other guys
how his hole would wink at me in approval. When the pants were gone the
only obstacle between me and the prize was a white jockstrap that had cum
and pee stains, it looked like it hadn't been washed in weeks. I knew it
couldn't have been Yuri's so by process of elimination it had to have been
Tim's. Yuri forced my face into the jock, I gagged, this wasn't right it
was like I was sucking my son's cock by proxy. This was too close to incest
and I was not comfortable with what we were doing. I pleaded with Yuri not
to do this, I tried prying my head from his grip but he was one strong
mother fucker. He slapped me again and said my pleasure was none of his
concern and that I was going to do what ever he wanted me to do no
questions and no debate.

Reluctantly I complied, I began to lick the cup and whatever particle that
had dried and crusted over began to loosen and regain its liquidity. I
wanted to throw up, here I was basically drinking my son's urine and
cum. Yuri then pulled the jock to the side exposing that horse of a
cock. He started to slap it across my face, leaving his precum along the
way. I felt so humiliated; I was now a cock hungry whore beholden to
someone who was more than ten years younger than me.

"Turn around," he barked. I no longer had any fight in me, so I slowly
turned. My ass was still sticky from all the cum that was dumped in me last
night. I bent over and had my ass exposed to open air, Yuri then slapped my
ass a good five times. I flinched my ass was burning from the sting of his
big hands. "I can't have you moving around everywhere, where are your
ties?" I pointed to my dresser; he went over and grabbed a couple. Then he
tied my hands to the bedpost, to the point that I couldn't even feel
them. "I got a little surprise for you baby Nate," I looked up and saw
Tim's baseball bat in his hands. I was freaking out I didn't know what he
was going to do with it but it couldn't be good. I started yelling at him
to untie me and that this had gone on way to long. He started to laugh in
this maniacal manner, and then he slipped off the jock and stuffed it in my
mouth.

He then went to my night stand and grabbed the tube of lube. "Before you
take my cock, I want you to take this bat." I began to shake with fear;
tears were streaming from my eyes disbelieving what I had become. He stuck
a couple fingers in my hole. I leaned back, I became relaxed, and by now
from all the fucking my ass had taken, this was heaven. Then he added two
more fingers, it stung for a minute but my body began to get used to
it. And now as if that wasn't enough he began to fist me, shoving his
entire fist up my chute. I couldn't breathe; it was to much not enough lube
in the world could make that feel good. I was screaming through the jock
that was still in my mouth. It hurt so bad that I started to pee on the
bed; my body couldn't comprehend the pain I was going through. In and out,
he began to retract his fist and arm, and then he would punch my hole like
a dart on a board. I could feel him literally punching my prostate, there
was neither gentleness nor any loving kindness, and it was all just
brutality.

And as if he was board with his fist he removed it from my bowels and
replaced it with the fat end of the bat. The aluminum felt cold to the
touch and there were marks on it that scratched my pucker. My eyes rolled
to the back of my head, the veins in my neck began to bulge like Jose
Conseco's arms after a cocktail of anabolic steroids. He began to twirl it
around in my ass, ensuring that I felt every inch of that fucking
bat. There was no way that a normal person to have taken such an obscene
object anally. I could peel it punching my stomach from the inside. After a
couple minutes I began to get used to it and it actually started to feel
kind of good, but Yuri must have noticed the change so he moved his mammoth
cock along side the bat and began to double penetrate me causing me to just
pass out.

While I was unconscious I dreamed, that I was swimming in the ocean while
getting fucked, and the person who was fucking me was not a man but a
cruise ship delving in my gaping hole. In my predicament fantasy and
reality seemed too crazy not to be one and the same. I mean in this dream I
could feel the waves crashing over me, the water was warm and I was being
impaled by a giant ship. Then it started to rain, it felt so cold that it
woke me from my unconsciousness. This is when I realized that Yuri had
taken me into the bathroom and he was fucking me in the tub.

This time he was gentle. We looked each other in the eyes and he came down
to kiss me. I moved my face angered that he could treat me like a dog and
now he wanted me to be his confidant. He got upset and smacked me again on
the face; I could feel his hand print on the top of my skin. He squeezed my
dick and told me to open my mouth. I relented as he came in for a
kiss. "You know if you would just accept your fate as my bitch, life would
be a lot smoother for you," he told me. I succumbed to his body as his
dick hit my prostate; my cock began to expand from his light massage. I
begged him to fuck me harder, the water made his dick feel ten times
bigger, as it reached into my bowels, and pulled me back on to his dick. I
was in ecstasy; I was on the verge of cumming. Then Yuri bent over and
started biting my nipples. That is all it took, I came like a geyser. Yuri
cupped it all in his hand and fed it to me. Every shot of cum, Yuri caught,
he was still massaging my overly sensitive cock, making sure I was milked
dry. Then he pulled out of me and made me suck his dick. I inhaled all of
it, I had become a cum whore and I wanted to taste his man milk. I bobbed
my head up and down like Kobe dribbling the ball, plunging my face in his
pubes. And for my efforts I was rewarded with the subtle signs of Yuri on
the verge of cumming. The tip of his dick began to expand, it almost cut
off the air to my lungs, but I didn't care I had to have his cum. I pulled
him out of my throat so I could suck on the head, then my started to swell
like a dam about to be run over by a hurricane. Yuri unloaded a monsoon of
cum in my mouth; I could feel some of it trickle out of the sides of my
mouth. The more I gulped down the more he came. I think even he almost
panicked wondering how much was left in his gorgeous body.

We finally came down from our sexual high; I began to bask in his glory,
kissing him from his lips to his tight nipples. "Wow you are one great
fuck," I giggled at his response. I swear I was drunk off of so much cum;
he scooped some off of my cheeks and fed it to me. "I have a surprise for
you," I looked at him quizzically thinking what could get better than
this. "I want you to look to your right," I quickly looked expecting some
awesome surprise. When I turned my head I could feel all the color leave my
body, I was colder than ice. I began to hyperventilate and once again I
passed out.

I came to and no it was not dream, I looked over my shoulder and my
beautiful wife was sitting in a chair bound and gagged unable to even look
at me in the eyes. "I see you finally woke up," Yuri sinisterly said, "well
I'm sure you two have a lot to talk about so I'm going downstairs to fix
myself a snack." When he left the room I jumped up and started untying
her. She was mortified, she was screaming when did you become such a faggot
and who the hell was that guy. I tried explaining to her the situation I
was in but she obviously didn't want to hear it.

"I'm letting you know now that I want a divorce and what ever sick and
twisted thing you got yourself into is none of my concern." I wanted to cry
my whole world was crashing right before my very eyes. She packed her
suitcase and said that until she found a place of her own she would be
staying at her sister's. I begged her not to leave but her mind was made
up, she had seen enough to know that I clearly wasn't the man she had
married years ago. She told me that she thought she was coming home to
surprise her man, with a night of no kids, not to walk in on her husband in
bed with another man. She wanted to press charges on Yuri but wondered what
the neighbors would say about her and her husband's lifestyle. She stormed
out of the house and peeled out of the drive way. I was trying to get some
clothes on to run out and get her back, but I realized that hopefully she
didn't mean half of what she said and that time would ease her level of
reason.

I went back inside the house and Yuri was sitting on my couch with a
sandwich he had just made. And like a bull seeing the color red, I leapt on
top of him. We got in this tussle rolling all over the floor, breaking
lamps and tearing pillows. With the strength of the incredible hulk I gave
him one solid punch to the jaw and knocked the fuck out of him. His body
was lame; I went up to my bedroom and found the hand cuffs my wife liked to
use on me. I dragged him to the basement, and cuffed him right beside the
boiler. I went back to my bathroom and decided to take a bath. I washed the
blood that had spackled on my body, I didn't know if it was his or mine,
but like a baptism I dunked my head and washed away the old me. I was no
longer going to be a passive little bitch to the guys that ruined my life,
they were going to pay and I was the guy who was going to cash those
checks. I got out of the bath and looked at myself in the mirror. My lips
were more pronounced like it was obvious that I was a natural born
cocksucker and when I turned around to checkout my ass, my hole looked like
a large tin can. I couldn't take anymore of looking at the shell of a man
in the mirror so I got dressed and decided to drive to a sex shop that I
usually passed on my way to work. I had to get some supplies if the plan
that I was making along the way was ever going to work. First I would get
Yuri and Greg then I would get my life back in order.

couldn't believe what I was hearing. Yuri started telling me that Greg
forced him into doing what he did to me. Apparently Yuri's parents are
here illegally and Greg was going to have them deported if he didn't
obey. The look in his eyes was so sincere, I had half the mind to just hug
him, but the other side wanted revenge. I opted on neither, I went and got
his clothes and found his wallet. I showed him that I had his license and
that if he ever tried anything I would make his life a living hell. After
all it wasn't really him I was after, Greg was going to pay for all the
shit he had done to me and he was going to pay big. I made Yuri help me set
up the sling and I created a remote flesh jack that whispered all the
possibilities to me. It was getting late and I knew Greg's workout would
almost be over soon. So I called a cab and had the guy take me to the
gym. Luckily for me Greg was the type of guy who never locked the doors to
his car. I got in the back seat and made sure he couldn't see me. Twenty
minutes later I saw him coming, my heart was racing, was I really going
through with this, what if it backfired, many questions came running
through my mind.

He puts his bag in his trunk, he opens the door to his car but he
hesitates, I panic thinking he's going to catch me. But he pulls out his
cell phone and gets in the car and before he can even realize what's
happening I have the towel of chloroform around his mouth and nose. I drive
him to my house, gleaming with the knowledge that this little piggy is not
going home. Finally I enter my driveway; I made sure to go through the
garage fearing witnesses to my kidnapping. I carried him to the basement
and fastened him to the sling. I pulled out the ball gag for his mouth, I
pried open his lips and was a little surprise to see one of his teeth
looked like they were decaying. (I guess even dentist don't always have
perfect hygiene.) It was time for him to wake up so I wafted a q-tip of
ammonia around his nose, and right when he was becoming conscience I pulled
my dick out and started pissing on his face. He started gagging it was like
I was water boarding him with urine. When he came to he finally realized
who I was, if you could see his eyes you would have seen not only anger but
actual fear, may be he was afraid of what I could do to him in that moment
and I loved it.

Next I wanted his dick hard for all the festivities so I got the flesh jack
and began to stroke his dick. What was limp became a steel pole; I wanted
to keep it that way so I grabbed some floss and tied it around his cock. He
winced when I nicked his sack, feeling a dribble of blood trickle out. He
looked so cute; I had to take pictures maybe for our facebook. I took out
my whip and began to flog him from the neck down. By the time I was through
his entire body was red, he screamed when I smacked his dick a couple
times. But the sense of empathy had dissipated from my body; I wanted him
to suffer like he made me. After I felt like he got the message I decided
it was time for his enema. I inserted the spigot inside his lovely virginal
asshole then I turned it to full blast. His stomach looked like a giant
bowling ball with indentations brimming from his tight abs. I stopped the
hose; he began to moan like a little whore unable to take all the water
flowing through his lower body. I released the nozzle and water began to
burst out of him like a collapsed dam. He was screaming through the gag, I
could virtually make out every curse word he threw at me. I smacked him and
told him to shut up, he still kept on yapping so I thought he needed
another round of enema. This time I was going to leave it on just a little
longer. Tears started streaming from his face; in a little way I was
surprised yet annoyed that he was breaking so quickly. I decided that I
wanted to hear his voice so I removed the harness from around his face.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING Greg howled with fury. When I get out of hear
you are really going to suffer, I'll turn your little sons into bottom
bitches, THEY'LL BE CRAVING MY COCK WHEN I'M THROUGH!!!" Another punishment
was in order; I waved the bottle of Bengay in his face and placed a drop of
it on my finger. He didn't know what to expect until I placed the drop on
the head of his angry dick. "Please, Please wipe this shit off" he
cried. "Oh did you say put some more on, okay I'll jerk you off and use
this for lube," I told him. His cock was hot to the touch, I could feel the
heat emanating out of the pain I was inflicting on him. The sense of
pleasure and pain had overloaded his brain. It was time to clean him up, so
I threw some dawn soap on his body and hosed him down. He wasn't even worth
the soap I put on my dishes, I contemplated. I forced some Spanish fly
juice in his mouth and placed the flesh jacker on low. I thought a couple
of hours of an agonizingly slow jerk off would do him some good.

"Wait you can't leave me like this, where the hell are you going??? I began
to walk slowly upstairs, making the point that his fate was sealed. I could
hear him struggling, trying to jerk himself off but wasn't able to through
the binds that held him. I went to my kitchen and decided to make myself a
sandwich; I sat down in front of the TV and just relaxed. I watched the
news and slowly drifted off to sleep.

I woke up and checked the time; I couldn't believe it I had slept for five
hours. I ran to the basement and there Greg was, stuck in this catatonic
state. His dick was still hard as a rock, I got a water bottle and he began
to sip it. "Please let me cum, I'm sorry for what I did to you, I thought I
was helping you," he whispered. "You tried to help me, FUCK YOU, the only
person you were helping was your fucking self." It was time to fuck him, I
grabbed a purple dildo, and his eyes grew to the size of dinner
plates. "Look man, I fuck I don't get fucked" I laughed at his futile
attempt to save face this top was going to turn into a bottom bitch and I
would be the one to seal the deal. I wanted him to know that every time he
sat in a chair I was the one who fucked his hole, that every time he
squatted to pick up something I was the guy behind him stuffing him with my
meat stick, every time he saw a hot dog in a bun it would remind him of
when I stuffed my sausage down his little tunnel. I tried to dry fuck him
with the dildo, ensuring that the only lube I used was his own panicking
sweat, but I wasn't satisfied. It was time to really make him scream.

I snapped the glove around my hand and dipped it in the jar of Crisco. Greg
began to scream for help but it was obvious that no one was going to save
him. It was actually nice to know that he still had a little fight left in
him. I placed one finger at his ring teasing it to open for me, he tried
with all his might to push me out of him but it only made my cock leak even
more. When I finally got one finger in, it felt like he could almost cut it
off, he was so tight that I felt giddy knowing that he was really going to
milk my cock. I added another finger but this time I wanted to massage his
cock with my bare hand. He was virtually on the verge of cumming. I licked
his head just so I could remember how sweet his precum tasted. With that
one lick his hole gave up the fight, and that's when I added a third
finger. I didn't want him to cum so soon so I took my hand off his cock and
started tweaking his nipples. I reached down with my fingers still in his
ass and began sucking his tittles. He began to moan like a bitch in heat
after thirty minutes of sucking them; when I looked at them again they had
doubled in size, what used to be little almond Hershey kisses were now
bright red pepperonis. "Please finish me off, I cant take anymore of this,"
he exclaimed. I ignored him and continued and added another finger. He
began to pull on the chains desperately trying to free himself from my grip
not willing to realize that he had no where to go. I gently ran my fingers
over his prostate his cock was telling him to just go with the floor but
his mind was making sure he fought a valiant effort. I bit his nipple and
we looked at each other face to face.

Then he did something I should have expected from the asshole. He spat in
my face, I felt like he almost blinded me. I grew up in a house where the
worst thing you could ever do to another person is spit in their face. I
decided enough with the foreplay, I clinched my fist and began pummeling
his asshole. "How do you like that you little bitch," I screamed at him. He
was howling like a wolf on that show The Gates, I was tempted to offer him
some poppers but I wanted him to be fully aware of what I was really going
to do to him. "Please take it out I learned my lesson, I'm Sorry, I'm
Sorry,' he cried out in vain. I jammed my fist so far up is ass that his
sphincter was circling around by elbow. I began to flex my forearms driving
him into a state of panic. I could see the face of a guy who looked like he
was drowning, he was gasping for air unable to piece together all that he
was feeling.

I extracted my arm and let him recover, not for his sake but because I
wanted his hole to tighten long enough for my dick to have a good time
inside him. His breathing began to settle; I lifted his head and gave him
the bottle of water that had some Spanish fly in it. When I was feeding him
it reminded of when my kids were just babies, how I would hold them in my
arms and they would just drink up, staring into my eyes. Greg made the same
facial expressions, when he had finished the bottle I even tried burping
him lost in the moment. "Now are you going to behave," I asked him. For one
long minute he just stared at me and turned his head to the side. "I see
you need a couple more lessons in etiquette." I grabbed his legs that were
still suspended in the air and pulled him closer to my cock. He instantly
turned his head towards me begging me not to do what I was about to do, but
his cards had already been dealt and he was really going to lose.

Slowly my cock began its journey trying to pry open his harder than a
walnut ass crack. There was actual sweating pouring down my face draining
me of a lot of energy but with a loud whoosh by dick finally popped his
cherry. He tried squeezing his glutes hoping to expel the intruder, but
this cock had found a new house to roost its head in. I pushed half of my
cock up his ass, this sense of determination reinvigorated me to push the
rest of my cock in. as I was going in and out I could feel his anal ring
follow my lead, I was molding his hole into the perfect pussy that I was
going to tap from here on out. I started rotating my hips like I was doing
the salsa or juking the whole defensive team for the winning touchdown. In
the far reaches of my mind I could hear these insane moans, I stopped to
look down and there was Greg screaming for my cock. Once again we looked
each other in the eyes but this time there was a sense of longing in
his. "Please Nate don't stop, I need you to keep fucking me," he pleaded
and who was I not to deliver. I started jamming his love nut, coaxing his
cock into giving up more precum.

I began to rotate from really fast strokes to long winded almost teasing
endeavors. Drool started to escape his lips, running from the sides of his
mouth. I picked it up in high gear melting his taint like a hot knife to
butter. Before I could even pull out his cock exploded, sending cum
barreling at 90 miles an hour. I just kept on fucking him, his pussy would
be impossible to ever give up. He began to squeeze my dick like a biker
revving up his Harley. I thought he was done but his dick didn't go down, I
went out to touch it and it exploded one more time. There must have been at
least eight volleys of cum shooting at my hand; it was almost searing my
skin. ""Please stop I'm about to cum again," Greg started to enter panic
mode. His face was red and flustered, "Oh no I'm about to cum please stop,
please!" His head was bouncing from left to right and then he held his
breath trying to stave off the inevitable. This time the only thing that
came out of his dick was a dribble of cum. What use to be balls the size of
duck eggs were now shriveled lima beans. He had cum now three times and me,
not even once. I began to hump him harder than before swaying my hips
attacking his prostate of every side imaginable. I could feel the load in
my balls as they slapped against his buns of steel. When I heard "NOO I'm
cumming," I began to chuckle thinking this was almost comical but instead
of cum it looked and smelled very different, then I realized that he was
literally pissing on himself. Not one hand was on his dick but each time I
hit his nut a stream of piss shot in the air. There was no cum left in his
body so as a safety mechanism his bladder took over.

I gotta tell you normally I think urine is gross but there was something
fragrant about his, the smell was releasing endorphins inside my brain,
turning me into an animal. I kept bull dicking him when he moaned that he
was about to cum for the fifth time. His mouth had blood in it from biting
his tongue, trying desperately to stop the wave of another orgasm. When he
started screaming my dick had decided that we were going to cum
together. So once I felt his mussy strengthen its grip on my stick I roared
like a lion. My cum was like lava bathing Greg's intestines with steam and
heat. It began to bubble out of his hole raining on the ground below
us. His lower abs began to puff out completely filled with my boiling man
milk. I collapsed on top of Greg drained from all the festivities.

Before I completely pulled out of him I wanted to leave him a special gift
so I inserted an extra wide butt plug up his chute, I thought that if we
were going to again at least he would be ready. Next instead of wiping my
dick off I placed it in his mouth, he was sucking me like a baby cow on a
teat. "You like drinking daddy's milk baby," I asked him. "Yes daddy I wuv
your milk," he responded.

I didn't want us to be caked in cum and piss so I decided we needed a
bath. I unfastened all the locks on Greg, who was by now lost in a dream,
and picked him up. He put his arms around my neck and tried to keep his
legs wrapped around my waist, it was kind of cute seeing this grown man
regress to the state of a child. "Daddy can I go to sleep now," he asked
me. "Yes son but let's get you washed up," I told him. I carried him up the
two flights of stairs and ran the bath water. I got in and put him between
my legs, he was too tired to wash himself so I did it for him and bit his
ear while I was doing it. I massaged his nipples, cupping his Pecs with my
bear hands. His dick started to stir but it was obviously too exhausted to
maintain an erection. I dried him off and placed him in the bed, I put the
covers over both of us, he scooted his tight ass over so that my dick was
hitting the top of his crack and the butt plug still lodged in his
hole. "Good night daddy," "good night son," then we drifted off to sleep.


I woke up and stared at Greg for a couple minutes, thinking how much of a
sexy guy he is, his broad shoulders, his plump lips, and his curly black
hair. I snuck out to go downstairs and make us some breakfast, surely he
had to be ravenous from all the, shall I say action I gave him. In my mind
I thought we could finally bury all the strife and anger we had built up
against each other and at least be civil. Thirty minutes later Greg came
walking into the kitchen. He was wearing one of my shirts and boxers, you
could tell it wasn't his size because with every step a little of his dick
would peak out of the slit. He sat down at the bar, "Would you like some
coffee," I asked him. He just nodded his head in affirmation. I poured him
some in a mug and told him that breakfast was going to be ready in ten
minutes so he should wash up. "I don't want your fucking breakfast" he
retorted. "Well too bad, we have a lot to discuss and I want you to be 100
% aware of what I have to say to you," I fired back. "After what you
fucking put me through, you think I want to hear a fucking word you have to
say?"

At that moment I stopped cutting up veggies for the omelet, I looked him
dead in the eye and said "after what I fucking did to you, before you came
in my life I was a happy heterosexual male, now I'm a sadistic cock hungry
faggot." When I said those last few words it hit me that I was finally
taking control of my sexuality that I was accepting the fact that I was no
longer and may never was truly a straight man. "Anyways I have the keys to
your car and so if you want them back you are going to eat this breakfast
that I am spending my time making and enjoy it." He was silent, "here quit
moping around and set the table." Greg got up and did what I asked, when he
stood up I couldn't help looking over and seeing that luscious ass cupping
my boxers.

Finally, I was finished, if any normal person had seen what I had made they
would have thought it had to have been the dietary nutrition of a 500lb
man. There was sausage, bacon, spinach omelets, oatmeal, pancakes, Belgian
waffles, and French toast. Cooking was the only way I could relieve all the
tension I was feeling.

We ate in silence; I stared at him, looking at how he would just move
everything from one side of his plate to the other. "Will you stop playing
with your food and eat," I exclaimed. We looked at each other and then he
spat on his plate. The blood in my veins began to boil; there was fury in
my eyes.

I reached over and yanked him by the neck; I placed him over my knee and
pulled his boxers down. Then thwack! THWACK! I spanked him over and over
getting his ass cranberry red. He tried to pull away but I had such a tight
grip of his hips that no matter how hard he struggled he was not getting
away. He began to yell and a couple of times he tried to take a swing at
me, if he was going to act like a spoiled child then he was going to be
treated like one. "Are you going to be a good boy and eat your breakfast?""
Yes sir, I'll be good, please stop it hurts!" I relented and sat him in
the chair, he tried everything to stop the tears from flowing but he
couldn't, he felt trapped never in his wildest dreams did he think that I
would become stronger than him, it became apparent that though he could
dish it he obviously couldn't take it. The oddest thing was that when he
tried to pull up his boxers he couldn't conceal that tasty hard on,
brimming with a load waiting to explode.

He slowly started eating, I tussled his hair in appreciation, and he looked
at me with hate in his eyes. For some strange reason that hurt me more than
anything, even through all the shit he did to me, I couldn't help but care
for this bastard. I finished eating and began to wash the dishes; Greg came
up from behind and presented his empty plate.

I took it from him and pulled him into a hug, this caught him off
guard. The marble statue before me began to melt like a snowman in June. He
put his chin in the nape of my neck and just rested his head there. I
placed my hands over his ass but he flinched obviously from the sting I had
inflicted earlier. I took his boxers off and grabbed the bottle of olive
oil. While he hugged me I began to massage his glowing tight ass with the
oil. This guy really has buns of steel, I worked his cheeks over and over
taking away his pain and sending him much needed relief. I slicked two of
my fingers and began to play with his hole, he cooed in my ear "ohh don't
stop please don't stop." He began to grind his dick on my shorts; his
precum began to paint my apparel.

With my free hand I yanked his head back and I started nibbling on his
neck. "What are you doing to me," he whispered exacerbated by the situation
he was in. I moved us back to the breakfast table and sat down, without
even thinking he climbed up on top of my lap. I aimed my dick straight for
his hole, he gasped when the head of my cock kissed his anal lips. I tore
his shirt in half, feeding into the moment; there were hickies all around
his nipples obviously from our last rendezvous. Every time he would bottom
out in my lap he would leak on my stomach that sweet nectar from the
gods. I placed my palm over the tip of his dick, getting my hands extra
sticky, and then I licked it clean. I went back to the source for more,
when I looked up I saw Greg staring at me like a lost puppy, I moved my
hand to his face and he readily slurped up all the juices.

I then picked him and laid him on the kitchen counter, I put just the tip
of my dick in his clit and for two minutes I gave him little
strokes. "Please shove it in!" I would inch forward pushing in a couple
inches but I would quickly pull out molding Greg into the perfect cum
dump. This man who was so guarded and suspicious of the world began to let
the walls around him crumble. I think for so long he was in control and now
with me, he was no longer the domineering top, I was really falling in love
with the putz.

Once more I picked him up, but I flipped him over. I held him by my dick
and hands, I had his arms in my hands and my cock was impaled in his
ass. His feet were in the air and from his vantage point it looked like he
was flying on my cock. It took all the strength that I could muster to stop
him from falling; the veins in my arms were bulging like Lou Ferrigno as
the incredible hulk. I pushed him up against the refrigerator and I shoved
my dick straight up his mussy. "Oh my god I'm about to cum," he was on the
verge of dumping another load without touching himself. I slammed into
overdrive, as I bit his ear, his butt tensed up squeezing my dick like
wringing a towel. There was no way I could pull out his ass had such a grip
on me that my balls gave up, we came at the same exact time. I looked over
Greg's shoulders and my stainless steel fridge looked like someone had
thrown white paint all over it.

We both were breathing heavily unable to speak, the sex was so intense that
all we could do was look at each other and laugh. I pulled him into my arms
and kissed his succulent lips. This day was starting off as one of the
happiest days of my life. I stared into Greg's eyes and was overcome with
loving affection, may be it was the sexual afterglow or may be I was truly
falling in love with the guy.

"Hey dad, hey Greg," I instantly snapped out of my period of doting to
recognize that my son was standing in front of us. How long had he been
there, how much did he see, how the hell did he know Greg's name? I felt
like I was hyperventilating, then my son reached out and caught some of the
cum that was leaking out of Greg's ass, he put it to his face so Greg could
readily receive and said, "I think you guys have some explaining to do."