Jack of All Trades

Jack of All Trade

by Emile

Don't read this if you are underage.  This is fantasy, stick to consensual sex.

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Jack Harper reclined on the white silk sheets, his bronzed torso rippling beneath the halogen lights. On both his solid pecs, his large dark nipples stood erect in the breeze that wafted through the photographic studio, matching his bulging dicklump in the tight black speedos, that jutted forward from over his large balls thanks to the hidden thick chrome cockring. He raised one arm up over his head, at the cameramanÕs directions, to prop his million dollar face towards the camera, as well as flex one of his perfect biceps and flash his patch of underarm hair. Other than the dark mop on his head, the only other hair visible on his body was the thin trail that snaked its way between his rock-hard abs before disappearing under the speedos to where it met his trimmed bush. Jack, the most sought after fashion model in the country, was one hundred percent pure hunk.

After a couple more rolls of film, the cameraman called it a day. Jack slid off the sheets, and reached down to adjust his package, which had been painfully encased in the tight swimmers all afternoon. Despite his growing celebrity status as an underwear model, Jack preferred freeballing, and found the fabric constricting. He couldnÕt wait to get back in his gear, and to the hotel he was staying at for the photo shoot. He had already been away from his fiancŽe for two days, and was extra horny. But as he headed back to the change area, his agent caught up with him, with an offer heÕd just lined up. A photographer in the city, hailed as the next Mapplethorpe, was keen to include him in a ÒMen of SteelÓ profile, and the feature would boost his reputation incredibly overseas. The photographer wanted to do a test shoot that afternoon, before the sun set, and if all went well, Jack could extend his stay for a proper photo session. Jack griped over the added delay, and massaged his dick through the tight lycra that it would now have to stay in.  ÒI guess, if I have toÓ he muttered. Resigned, he chucked on a linen shirt and a pair of loose shorts over the speedoÕs, as he didnÕt have time to change, and found himself heading out of town to the scenic desert location that the photographer had specified.

The location was quite a way out of town, and by the time heÕd arrived, the sun was almost set. He felt a little sweaty with the dusty trip, but the cameraman was ready and waiting. His agent was no-where to be seen. They were only three other guys at the location, unusually, the photographer introducing himself as Tom and explaining that given the rush, only his lighting man and personal assistant had been able to come. The had Jack strip off his shirt and shorts, and had snapped off a dozen pictures of the sweaty hunk before he even had a chance to find out where his agent was.

ÒDonÕt worry, gorgeousÓ Tom said, whilst getting him to flex and spread out on the ground for another dozen shots Òhe just called before you arrived to say he was going through photos from your last shoot with the magazine and would see you back in town.Ó The low sun drenched the poor model in hot reddish light, and soon the amber god was dripping in sweat as he lounged in the desert twilight. After another two rolls, Tom asked him to shuck of his speedos. ÒLook, man, I donÕt do nudityÓ Jack said, looking around for someone to help. Here, there was no-one. ÒDonÕt worryÓ said Tom ÒitÕs to show a bit of arse, youÕll be well covered.Ó Reluctantly, Jack shucked his speedoÕs, his package springing out of its tight confines, hard and throbbing from the prolonged pressure. Tom got him to pose on his side, and with his legs crossed. The sun had set, and the last light was dying. Training a powerful light on him, they kept shooting, despite the dropping temperature. Tom had him in a few more positions, including with his back to the camera, legs spread and back arched. Only after a few shots had been taken did Jack realise that his balls would be perfectly silhouetted between his thick thighs. He turned around, angrily, one hand covering his ample package.

ÒLookÓ he said ÒI want to stop now, and speak to my agent.Ó Tom tried calming him down, but to no avail. He looked around for his clothes, but they were nowhere, and neither were his car keys. Tom kept firing shots of the angry hunk, his glistening sweat now cold on his chiselled body. Incensed, Jack rushed Tom, and his two assistants came to his defence. They quickly restrained Jack, who was now held, exposed, to TomÕs prying camera. Tom snapped off a couple of shots of JackÕs exposed body, before dropping the camera and barking some directions at the others. ÒOk, boys, hold him tight. WeÕll get our moneyÕs worth from the sucker yet.Ó Jack struggled, his solid muscles no match for two brawny helpers in the middle of the desert. They soon wrestled him to the ground, immobilising him with a swift kick to his nuts. As he lay doubled over on the ground, the men quickly pinned his arms behind his back, and shoved a ball gag in his mouth. Then they laid him on his back, and spread his legs wide under their knees, holding his shoulders down all the while. Tom loaded a new film and snapped a dozen more shots of the spreadeagled hunk, who moaned through the gag all the while. He zoomed in on his crotch, the meticulously trimmed bush, big balls and heavy veined cock, now throbbing at its full 9 inches thanks to the heavy cockring. The shots, never seen before, would be worth a mint. He kneeled down, too close to the Adonis for photos, bringing his knee to rest on the swollen testicles. As he snapped more shots of his chiselled face, he leant down, grinding his knee into the soft unprotected skin. Jack howled beneath the gag from the agony, eventually passing out.

Jack awoke the next day with light streaming through the windows. They were no longer in the desert, but not in civilisation either. In this crude hut, he had been chained to a bed, with his arms and legs outstretched and tied to the bedposts. His balls still ached, and his dick stood up stiff and distended. One of the helpers noticed he was up, and climbed on to the bed, between his widely stretched legs. He called to the others, before fastening a new ball gag into his mouth, larger than the first, that completely cut off all sound, except the huff of breath through his nose. As the man leant back, he heard Tom on the phone, telling his agent that Jack passed the photo shoot, and that they would continue working at various locations for Òa whileÓ. Since they wouldnÕt have a permanent number, Tom assured them he would keep in regular contact, and would Òtry and get Jack to ring when he wasnÕt busyÓ. Then, as Tom and his agent began discussing payment options, Toms assistant began greasing up a large dildo in front of JackÕs wide eyes, and massaging the head against his arse lips. Tom congratulated his agent on the qualities of his model Ð firm body, innocent looks, tight butt and large package Ð as the assistant forced the plastic rod up Jacks virgin arse, eliciting muffled grunts from the trussed specimen. He shoved the dildo all the way in, churning JackÕs insides, grinning all the while. Then as he puffed on a cigarette, the assistant casually fucked the dildo into him, brutally raping the model that Tom so glowingly and candidly discussed with his unwitting agent.

As the rubber dick slid past his prostrate, Jack got another shock, as his dick stiffened even more, becoming painfully hard from the arousal.  He was screaming into the gag, every muscle on his body taut and stretched as he tried to escape his bindings.  Every inch elicited new waves of pain and pleasure from his virgin mancunt.  Once it was in, the assistant began fucking it in and out of him, causing him to grunt like a stuck pig.  Sweat poured off his body, forming a rivulet between his pecs, dripping down between his abs and soaking his precious bush.  Tom began snapping pictures of he helpless hunk getting raped by the mega dildo.  They were all getting off from the sinewy model getting ploughed Ð even Jack, to his humiliation.  Once the assistant had had enough, he ripped the dildo out, letting Tom take snaps of the dilated hole, winking at him, stretched and ruined.  His tender arseflesh would never be the same.  He calmed down.  Perhaps it was over?  Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the other assistant approach with another, longer dildo, and ungreased.  He began moaning through the gag again Ð surely they wouldnÕt.  The assistant grinned and began feeding the foot-long shlong into him.  The arselips stretched further Ð more than it seemed possible Ð and every drop of grease, arse-juice and sweat was soaked up lubricating the monster as it buried into his hole.  Another hour, and it was pulled out.  His hole could barely close.  He was exhausted, and could only let out long guttural moans.  The first assistant brought over another dildo.  Not longer, but much, much thicker Ð the diameter of a manÕs wrist.  Jack began screaming again into the gag, which only made them grin further.  No lube, this was plunging in dry, to rip open what little resistance his hole could offer.

Jack began despairing about his situation. It had been hours, and no help seemed to be on the way. Already his ripe, sweaty body had been fucked out by no less than three monster sized dildos, filmed and photographed by the every willing Tom. Now the swarthy assistant who had raped him with his first dildo was getting ready for the next step. He discovered his name was Randy, and randy he was. Randy stood 6Õ1Ó tall, and was solid, big hulking muscles as opposed to Jacks lithe body, covered in dark hair from his chin to his ankles. His matted chest hair was obvious from under the dirty white tank top that clung to his enormous muscles, and hair jutted from under his baggy grey shorts, as they rode low on his hips. Even in baggy shorts, Jack could tell the guy had a huge dick, and now, for the first time, Randy casually pulled the drawstring of the sweaty shorts and let them drop to the floor. In front of Jack stood a monster, 12Ó long and as thick as his wrist. Grinning, Randy thrust forward until it was inches from his soft lips. ÒYou use teeth, amigoÓ Randy said, between puffs Òand IÕll feed you your balls for breakfast.Ó Without another second, Randy whipped off his gag, and thrust the meaty head between his lips. Jack could barely even react before the fat cock was three inches into his mouth, bulging his cheeks out and tickling his tonsils. Jack could taste cheesy cum on his bulbous head, and soon hot tangy precum was leaking down his throat in a steady stream. As he fed Jack more and more of his cock, Jack began breathing through his nose as he had done now for the last few hours. ÒHey, look at this TomÓ Randy called, thrusting carelessly Òthe guys a natural cocksucker. WeÕd better tame him before he gets too excitedÉÓ

He was right, though, his own fat cock stalk had begun throbbing, and was precum dripped from his wide piss lips, down the fat rod and into his clippered pubes. Rather than reviled by this hairy thug, Jack found himself intimidated, and very aroused. He felt jealous of the thick fur of trail and pubes, much manlier than his little bush that heÕd trimmed for shoots since he was 18. His rugged chest and arms, killer biceps and sweaty, sexed up smell was new to Jack, and he couldnÕt help but feel even hornier than before. Randy reached back to his prick and roughly massaged the dripping head with his big thumb, spreading the lips for more cockjuice to ooze over his fingers. The fingering was getting him hotter and hotter, and he slurped on the cock with increasing enthusiasm. Finally, Randy ran his thick thumb over the flange of his corona, tickling his circumcision scar, and sending him over the edge. Painfully, his cockring constricted his cock, and there was no way his pent up cum could escape. In agony, Jack found himself dry humping RandyÕs rough hand, his dick swollen and distended, as the sweaty masculine hunk unloaded a giant load into his virgin mouth. Load after load of hot tangy cum coated his tonsils and trickled down his unwilling throat. When Randy had finished, he withdrew the half-hard stalk and made Jack lick his sweaty balls clean. With RandyÕs big hairy balls in his mouth, Randy began feeling JackÕs own balls, and musing over how Ôa shave would suit them wellÕ.

Randy jerked his balls from JackÕs mouth, and went over to the sideboard to get some shaving gear. ÒWhy are you doing this?Ó Jack pleaded, his voice raspy as it was the first he had been able to talk since coming to. Randy chuckled and turned to him, with a straight razor in one hand and a glint in his eye. ÒAmigo, weÕre the hunk hunters. We supply prime meat like you to our ever growing list of clients. They pay top dollar for prime beef, all we need to do is supply them. Tom here is a gen-u-ine photographer, and his works, featuring the likes of you, have cute guysÕ agents lining up at the door. We pay them well enough for your services, and if we like you enough, they even let us keep you.

ItÕs amazing what people will do for money. Even sell your arse out. Well, cutie, your ticket just came up, so enjoy the rideÉÓ

Jack was going to ask more, or scream, but the other helper, Sammy, had snuck up beside him and took the opportunity to push his thick cock on Jacks lips too. SammyÕs cock was shorter and thicker than RandyÕs, and the shiny purple head glistened menacingly below JackÕs nose. Randy warned him to hold still as Sammy fucked his face like a pro, and soon our horrified Jack felt his balls being lathered and scraped clean as a whistle by the razor. The job done, Sammy gushed his load into JackÕs mouth, pulling back to fill his cheeks, and coat his tongue and lips. The last volleys were just within JackÕs lips, as Jack desperately tried to contain the blasts from coating his face, and they squirted out the sides of his mouth, all over his lips, chin and chest. Sammy had expertly left Jack with the taste of cum, whether he swallowed, licked his lips, or even moved his tongue Ð a long term reminder of his submission.

Randy meanwhile, was feeling adventurous, and decided to exceed his original instructions and give Jack a full ÒbrasilianÓ.  He began making inroads on the remainder of JackÕs precious bush, hemming the sides to a wafer thin centimetre of his prick, narrowing the top to only a few centimetres. Sammy leaned back to inspect. ÒMan, itÕs not straight now. LookÓ he pointed to a tuft just next to his balls, which Randy dutifully removed. Jack tried to choke a plea for them to stop, but Sammy, on hearing his moans, began bucking forward, rubbing his sensitive ballbag over JackÕs lips. Jack clamped his mouth shut against them, thus also silencing himself. Randy and Sammy played the game some more time, trimming here, evening there, until a mere strip of bush the size of a postage stamp crowned the base of his cock, the remainder of his pride and joy being bare. The two hunks hi-fived each other, sending a spray of man sweat over the denuded model, and Randy took out a tube of gel, lathered his palms, and liberally coated his shaved balls and bush with it. The gel stung terribly, and more tears welled in JackÕs sky-blue eyes. ÒThis gel is a strong peroxide. It bleaches hair, and kills off exposed follicles. Your pretty little bush there should be OK, we havenÕt touched the roots. Of course, it might go a few shades lighter, but thatÕll just make you cuter, eh amigo. Unfortunately, the peroxide will probably kill all the roots exposed by our shaving, and any hairs that escape should grow nearly invisible.Ó

Sammy shifted his balls off JackÕs face so he could scrunch down and watch the transformation. Randy must have misjudged the potency of the gel, because the bush almost immediately turned lighter. They shoved JackÕs gag back in without so much as a whimper, and left him to stew, his emasculated groin burning from the ointment.

An hour later Randy returned and threw a bucket of cold water over the groin. Jack, whoÕd passed out from fear and pain, was instantly revived by the freezing water, and glanced down at their ÔjobÕ. His penis, semi-limp from the cold, still curved out and away from his crotch in resplendent arousal. He could clearly see the cockring now that there was no hair around it, and below, his hairless balls peeked out, exposed. But most shocking was his prick bush, white blonde against his dark tanned skin, like a neon sign advertising his nudity. His big cock and fat balls only seemed more obvious without hair, and highlighted by his miniscule excuse for a bush. And it was permanent!

Randy tweaked his dime-sized nipples, bringing him to full erection, and Jack unconsciously moaned through the gag. He was a whore to their touch, a buff, painted man slut and his dick burped more juice from every new humiliation. With almost no hair to stop it, the precum snaked around the tiny square of bush, forming a river down his stalk, over his abs to his belly button, where it welled and grew. Randy grasped the cockhead between his fingers and pulled down, widening the lips obscenely. Precum flowed copiously, coating his fingers, and soaking JackÕs groin and abs. Randy swirled his thumb over the head, wetting it all over, before reaching to the sideboard and grasping his next object of torture. It was simple, a piece of plastic ring like a folder binder. He pushed it over the dickhead so that it encircled the head on three sides. As he pushed down, still squeezing the lips apart, the flange of the head forced the plastic tighter and tighter, widening the lips until they almost split. Once he was satisfied the plastic would not go down further, he released his fingers, and the piss lips remained locked open, the head tightly pulled back. For good measure, Randy rubbed his thumb over the exposed inner flesh. Jack moaned. ÒThatÕs a good boy. You know, dick lips donÕt have much elasticity. All it takes is a couple of hours with that on, and theyÕll be wide and leaky for years. Sure it might be a problem staining your jockeys every time you see a cutie, but youÕll thank us for it.Ó He chuckled again, as Jack moaned, eyes bulging. ÒWell, maybe not, but your leaky friend there will be a prime asset.Ó

Randy slipped behind him, crouching on his knees. He forced his knees under Jack, pushing his arse off the bed. ÒNow these lips, they take more work. But donÕt worry, weÕve already got the problem in hand.Ó Jack felt as he slid another gargantuan dildo up his precious chute, working the blunt head and ribbed shaft up the sensitive lining. This dildo had an end like a butt plug Ð a narrow crevice followed by a flange Ð so it stuck out about an inch even when fully in. The flange forced the stretched lips up and out, and Randy ran his fingers over them, sending tingles up JackÕs back as the skin was rolled and pinched. Then he took out a syringe, and held it up to Jack. ÒItÕs an alternative to silicone that surgeons have been working on, for implants. ItÕs non toxic, even when it leaks, and remains soft and rubbery for decades.Ó He stabbed it deeply into his left flap, and pushed the plunger as he withdrew it, leaving a long tube of swollen flesh behind. ÒThese babies will keep your flap primed and distended, and should even stretch your sphincter nicely, when thereÕs nothing else inside you. Your little iris wonÕt close for much, any longerÉÓ He repeated the process on the other flap, and let go. The fat lips hugged the dildo, mushrooming away from it. He ripped the dildo from Jack, and the arselips didnÕt close. The two ends of the curved substance rubbed against each other, above and below his iris, and the substance kept their wide arcs, exposing the arsehole clearly. ÒOh, yes, did I mention that the substance isnÕt perfected yet, it tends to congeal on contact with water, and it gets harder under pressure. Only surgery will remove those babies, and donÕt expect that wide bung hole of yours to change any either!Ó Randy pushed his thumb against the lips, and it passed through them, barely touching the sides. When it reached the sphincter, the iris gave way almost immediately, as it was so stretched out from the dildo fucking. Held open by the implants, it couldnÕt recover, and weakly fought any intruder. Once widened to about an inch, though, the iris regained its tightness, and hugged the digit like a glove. ÒPerfectÓ Randy declared Òtight but irresistible. The fuck of town!Ó

JackÕs mind reeled. Here he was, a gorgeous straight model, trussed up and fucked silly by two thugs, his body being turned into a freak show for homosexuals. And his dick just wouldnÕt quit, it was loving every minute of it. He moaned again, tears running from his baby-blues and over his chiselled jawline.

Sammy was first to test his love-chute out. Levering JackÕs legs onto his shoulders, he pressed his thick stubby cock against the hole, easily pushing into him. Then the horrible fuck began. Unlike the dildoÕs, this was a real man fucking him, banging with all his force until he was balls-deep, pubes scratching against JackÕs bare flesh, sweat spraying on to him. Sammy took ages to cum, and pumped him full of his creamy sperm. Then, before he could recover, Sammy was replaced by Randy, whoÕs cock penetrated new, deep and untouched areas inside him, splitting him open as the hairy brute callously bucked and thrust into him. After almost half an hour, Randy came, and pulled out, satiated. Cum leaked copiously from JackÕs wide hole, which the thugs laughingly pointed out to him. In addition to the leaking cum, his own precum had basted his dick stalk and had dripped down his arsecrack, soaking the sheets and his hole. The guys, content with the job theyÕd done on his piss slit, slipped the wicked plastic ring off the top of his cockhead, leaving the lips wide and drippy. If it only needed half an hour to do yearsÕ damage, Jack wondered how long it would take for this to repair, since theyÕd both fucked him for over an hour. The cock would not stop burping its sticky sauce, and Jack felt the dull ache of blue balls from all this arousal, grow in his balls.

Tom, meanwhile, came back into the room, still making deals on the phone. He seemed to just conclude a couple of subcontracts for Jack to feature in some exclusive gay pornoÕs, with his shots, of course. As he got off the phone, he put his hand on JackÕs drenched muscle thigh and told him to stop screaming into the gag. ÒGood news, Jacky. Bound and Gagged have agreed to put you on the cover. Of course, they want a piercing to give the shots an edge, and your agent wonÕt agree to anything visible for your underwear contracts. He was quite surprised at your new found enthusiasm for gay porn, but IÕve got to say, heÕs been nothing but accommodating. Speaking of accommodatingÉÓ Tom wormed his thumb into JackÕs fucked out hole, eliciting moans from him, and lurching the half-hard prick into full rigidity ÒYes, perfect. That sloppy dick spout of yours will be a little more controlled once weÕve given you a prince albert.Ó JackÕs eyes widened at the mention of the cock head piercing. ÒI was thinking that since youÕre so drippy, a nice thick chrome ring should staunch the flowÉÓ

Tom pulled out a ring, about the size of the one Jack usually wore on his right pinkie, but thick and shiny. The metal was about 4mm in diameter. Sammy pinned his thighs down, and Randy held his turgid stalk. Despite the fear, the mammoth dick would not quit. Tom prepared the piercing needle nearby, a large, nasty looking spike. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he pushed it through the tender dick skin, leaving behind it a wide hole for the ring to follow. In a minute, it was over, and the thick ring arched out from between his dick lips, and around to underneath the perenium. Jack screamed constantly into the gag from the pain and humiliation. His entire dick throbbed, even more erect. Finally, the thugs released him, and the dick flopped back to his six pack. Even now, with the hideous ring in him, the stretched lips easily burped precum around the tender wound.

The trussed dick slut still couldnÕt control the man juice that flowed freely from his dick. Tom snapped off some shots of the helpless, horny hunk.

The next few days were much the same hell for Jack. Sammy or Randy would routinely come in and fuck his mouth or arsehole raw, pumping man cum all over him, leaving him dripping constantly with him precum and their cum. They still let his bull balls go unemptied, and took turns pumping his engorged prick to the brink of explosion, and then abandoning it. Sammy found new joy in testing household objects against his unresisting pussy lips. First he tried a glue stick, then a saucepan handle, and eventually even managed to shove a rolling pin half way up his burning, aching chute. Unlubricated, of course. Tom took lots of photos of him in compromising positions, and made arrangements for them to be sent to his main sponsors, if anything happened to them. Once the blackmailing was in place, they let Jack more and more liberty to roam the shack, unbound and ungagged Ð on provision that he did everything they asked without question, on threat of exposure and ruin. Soon Jack was willingly spreading his hole, his pierced dick rubbing against the kitchen cupboards, as Sammy rammed his cock home, bucking like a brumby. The humiliation welled in Jack ever more. Worst was when they made him finger his cum filled hole until his aching dick basted his lower body in precum, and then forced him to lick his fingers clean for the camera.

Sammy began telling Jack of their previous exploits Ð mostly as a way of conveying their power to keep him in line.  One of their earliest conquests had been a guy named Zach, who Tom was shooting in a week long beach series. They had set up Zach to room with Sammy, who naturally had bonded with the guy on the first night, expertly guiding the straight guy to his bed after a drug induced drunken night. Zach, of course, remembered nothing each morning when he woke in his own bed, but Sammy switched his clothes every morning before Zach awoke, so that this jocks were tighter, his shorts rode higher and his top clung better every day. By the end of the first week, the guy was practically bursting out of his clothes, and began to quietly complain to Sammy how the fabric was rubbing his arse and nipples raw. With a couple of strategically placed nicks, Sammy made sure that in the following few days, the modelling clothes really did began to rip off his body, and after Tom staged a mock-rage over the only clothes they had brought being ruined, he was forced to pose semi-naked, and then nude. The next day he woke up to find a beer bottle lodged up his arse, and compromising photos strewn around the cabin. The rest of the week was pure indulgence for Sammy and Tom, at ZachÕs expense.  The poor guy limped back to the mainland a sore and sorry boy after the shoot finished, his own humiliation keeping their rape secret from the world.

Then there was Cody and Greg, the models from Texas. These gorgeous identical twins with sun bleached hair and killer bodies had both been regulars in Toms sessions.

They were gay, so they were happy to pose for all manner of hunky mirror-image gay soft porn shots. Both of them had soft downy blonde hair over their mega chests, trailing down to a thick man bush and heavy dick.

Cody was a few seconds older than Greg, though, and over the years, he began to grow a little bigger, hairer and darker. Tom mentioned it, and when he said Òwhat a shame itÕd be if they could no longer pose as twinsÓ, they agreed to go on a Ôspecial programÕ that Tom had Ôheard ofÕ which regulated hormones. Greg he told would have to take a slight testosterone increaser, and Cody a decelerant. Little did they know that TomÕs special medicine did a lot more than that. TomÕs pharmacist friend made two batches of drugs with a cocktail of ingredients. For Cody, a powerful testosterone boost, as well as a growth hormone that would make his genitals grow even larger, and make him produce copious amounts of cum. There were chemicals to make his skin and hair go a much darker shade, and for his body hair to grow thicker and more noticeably. It also had an erection suppressant, so his horny overworked body couldnÕt get release.  Greg on the other hand got a powerful muscle toner, so his body would get honed and sheen, and very sensitive, but not any bigger. A depiliatory, so most of his body hair would fall out, except the thickest areas like his prick bush, which would thin, and a mega dose of viagra, to get him ultra horny all the time.

As the twins started on the medication, they both felt good Ð Cody got less aroused, which he took to be a lower testosterone level.  Greg meanwhile began to feel his muscles tighten and get sensitive, which he took to be growing pains. As weeks passed, Cody got bigger, hairier and hornier, whilst Greg stayed the same. After a tough workout session for Greg at the gym (in a vain attempt to get him bigger), his chest hair began washing away in the showers, and when they came back to Tom two weeks later, they were both in tears. Cody was visibly taller, his voice huskier, and his body larger. His hair was brown and beginning to curl on his body like it never had. His skin looked tanned and golden. But most noticeable was his dick. It was only half-hard, draped over his balls, but was bigger, thicker and meaner. His balls, too, had grown and were large spheres sticking out from behind the tubesteak. His prickbush was thicker too, though, so his balls were half hidden and overgrown. Cody complained that he felt ultra-horny, he really needed to get off, but he just couldnÕt. Greg meanwhile, looked the perfect specimen of mankind, although more athletic compared to CodyÕs bulk. By now, his body hair had all but disappeared except his smattering of a prick push and underarm hair. His nipples and dickhead were deep red from the chafing they had gotten just in wearing clothes, and his muscles, ultra defined, were no comparison to CodyÕs.

Tom told them they werenÕt trying hard enough, and they needed to up the dose. For months they continued like this, every two week photo shoot Tom told them off for not trying hard enough, and gave them instructions on how to help. Despite his maddening dicklust, Cody was under strict instructions not to cum, because it would just stimulate more testosterone. Even if he wanted to, he probably couldnÕt. His milk balls by now were huge, sensitive cum filled bags, that hung low and huge between his legs. It was too painful now to squeeze them into underwear, and the man hunk was forced to freeball in loose black gym shorts, that still left nothing to the imagination.  His big dick, too, had swollen, and was a painful wrist sized 13 inches flaccid.  Girls and guys would stare at it wherever he went. Every time they came, Tom shaved Cody from the neck down, in an effort to ÒtameÓ his hormones. Cody was forced to submit to the humiliation of losing his manly hair every fortnight, except his prickbush which Tom artfully shaved into various tiny shapes. Finally he trimmed it down to a mere strip that ran from his belly button to the top of his mammoth dick, and he was forced to keep it that way.  In the photo shoots, it was obvious that he was hairless except that tiny patch, especially in the jockstraps Tom habitually made him wear, that scratched his pubes and covered nothing.  If he complained, Tom made him masturbate through the cloth, so his sensitive head rubbed against the material. The strap stretched down so far, that even with a little arousal, it would pull away from his body, exposing everything to the camera.

Greg fared little better. Without his hair, every angle of his body was exposed to the camera. His little bush only accentuated his baldness.  His dick was permenantly hard and drove him crazy. Tom had him fuck Cody every day to try and Òget it downÓ and Òstimulate testosteroneÓ, and the poor hunk was fucked out before he even got there. Every time he plunged into Cody, his cock roared on fire, as it was so sensitive now that a mere breath would drive him wild. It dripped uncontrollably from the sensation, and his nipples stood out large and pumped all the time. Greg couldnÕt wear normal clothes either anymore, He freeballed in loose white slacks to try and minimise the pressure on his sensitive prickhead, but the scratching, and his horniness, made him stain the front all the time. At best he wore a light cotton shirt, open at the front, his nipples couldnÕt stand anything pressing on them.  The dick hungry sluts were a blubbering mess after 3 months, Cody a dark swarthy hunk that desperately needed to get off, and Greg a cute blonde oversexed beach buff.

At this point Tom cruelly changed the formulas. Cody and GregÕs were the same as before, except Cody now got the viagra, and Greg the erection suppressant. Within an hour, CodyÕs mammoth cock was spewing up all over the place, constantly. For a week he couldnÕt leave the house, as the slightest thing would make him cum like a fountain.  Even after that, he couldnÕt help staining his shorts just being around other cute guys. Tom made sure he was, too, inviting him to every model party from the beach to the mountains. He was a big success, especially his massive engorged dick, happily getting swept away in an orgy of hot sex, that left his poor brother behind.

Greg, meanwhile, still horny as before, found it harder and harder to maintain his erection. Whilst his brother freeballed around town, he got nothing. He became depressed and listless, which his brother noticed, but couldnÕt really help, since he was never around. He wanted to be, but he just had to get off, and that didnÕt leave time for much with Greg but fucking. Greg resented him for this, too Ð each time Cody ploughed him, the pain reinforced his distance and inferiority.  One day, having had enough, Greg ran away, or tried to. He left a note for his brother, packed his clothes, and left in the dead of night. Cody was a mess when he found out, and Tom spent days over at their place, helping him out (mostly by feeding him dick and forcing the man cunt to masturbate, whilst he cried).

As it turned out, Greg just wasnÕt cut out for running away, the bond with his brother was too much.  A week later, he came ambling down the street, bare chested and bronzed, determined to live out a happier life and get them both back on track. Unfortunately for the brothers, Tom spied Greg coming over the crest of the hill from the kitchen window, and told Randy (who was over, dicking Cody in TomÕs cruel therapy program) to go out and take Greg away. He told him to tell Greg that Cody had suicided from his running away, and that heÕd ruined his brothers life. Randy did, elaborating by saying the house was a wreck from the Òbrain matterÓ. Greg, overwhelmed, broke down, and Randy kindly guided him to his van, to take him Òsomeplace betterÓ. Over the weeks, as Cody recovered alone, Greg went through the depths of hell. He felt like he had ruined his life and CodyÕs, and was worthless. With RandyÕs help, Greg convinced himself he was worthless, and all contact with the glitzy world of modelling would just remind him of what heÕd done.

Then, one day, Randy told Greg to get out. He threw all his clothes out on the street, and told him it was costing him too much to keep him. Greg offered to pay, do anything, but his wallet and cards had mysteriously disappeared, and he had nothing. Any valuables he had were at the house heÕd sworn never to go back to.  Randy told him that it was tough, but what else was there? If he wasnÕt modelling, what could he do? Greg begged, suggested he could be an escort or something. Randy laughed. ÒYour nothing, youÕre shit, whoÕd want you for an escort?Ó Ð Greg burst out crying, again, with Randy kicking him and shoving him on the ground. Hours later, dusk came, and he was still a quivering mess on RandyÕs porch. Randy opened the door, and told him that he knew one way he could stay Ð he could sell his body like the other male whores in West Hollywood. Greg cried, bawled, but eventually gave in. He had no choice. Randy offered to make it easy. He would pimp him, taking out the degradation of finding guys, let him use the house to sleep with them, and he would give him what remained after rent. Greg agreed.

Randy told Greg on the first night what heÕd need to do every night to be a success. First, heÕd need to pump his prick with a vacuum pump for at least 30 mins before getting a client. He put a pump on him and squeezed the air out, until GregÕs cock went thick and veiny. Greg moaned uncontrollably from the stimulation on his ultra-sensitive cock. Still, though, it wouldnÕt get hard. Mocking rage, Randy said that heÕd just have to find tops instead, although Òthey usually paid less because there are so many bottoms around.Ó. Then he dressed him in a pair of white unlined shorts that wouldÕve been the right size, if the inseam hadnÕt been stitched up almost to the top. When Greg pulled them on, the inseam hit his arsecrack with the waistband only just over his hips. His prickbush was totally exposed, the top of his prick pushing out the waistband as the pumped cock filled the tight shorts and snaked down one leg. At least with the shorts so low, his dick was totally covered.  Then Randy put rubber bands over his sensitive nipples, making them poke out in front of him. He moaned uncontrollably, and began leaking precum into the white shorts. Finally he slipped a grey tank top over his head, cut so low that the nipples almost stuck out the top, although the bottom thankfully covered most of his exposed midriff.

That night, he took Greg out to the area where the roughest do-anything boys hung out. The boys got big bucks for their services, no holds barred, and some really cute but kinky trade. Greg loitered around whilst Randy spoke to the guys, and when he got the highest, filthiest bid, he took him home with Randy, on condition the guy (named Rex) treated Greg as if he was worthless.  Greg was anxious to leave, feeling degraded, the first time he would have sex with someone other than Cody. Randy saw his discomfort and played on it. He got Randy to bend over and pick up a rock. When Greg bent, the shorts couldnÕt contain his arse, and slid down around his thighs. The whole place saw his perfect moon shaped arse, and Rex took advantage of it by sliding his palm over them, and pushing a rough digit right into his puckered hole. Greg recoiled in shock, almost pushing Rex to the ground, so Rex backhanded him savagely. Then Rex made him  reach up and back into the sky, as if he was doing stretches. Greg did, lifting his tank top up off his abs, and stretching the shorts further down, so that everyone could see his exposed crotch and dickroot. For a minute, Greg was forced to hold it, as everyone laughed, and tickled his one sacred bush, and underarms.  Back at home, Rex was no kinder. After working Greg into a frustrating frenzy of fucklust, beating his cock till it hurt, he plunged a metal skewer down the pisshole to the hilt. He fucked him roughly without lube, and then with a dildo, and then began working on him with his fist. He made him suck cock till his lips were raw Ð first RexÕs, and then his own, still skewered, as he was agonisingly doubled over for hours. To keep him entertained whilst he sucked, Rex fed his mancunt larger and larger objects, used alligator clips on his nipples and arselips and then liberally coated the raw surfaces when he took them off, with Ben Gay.  The next morning, Rex paid Randy $2,000 for the night, promising to come back for harder action. Hiding most of the money, Randy came into GregÕs room, where he still lay half trussed and a mess, to tell him that he hadnÕt been good enough, and the guy had only paid half the promised amount - $60.  That was only about a sixth of the weekÕs rent, not to mention food, so heÕd just have to try harder Ð that night. Blubbering, the fucked out mess that was Greg agreed. His arsehole was raw and gaping, his nipples chafed, his lips rubbery and his body racked with pain, and now heÕd have to do it again, and again, forever.

Meanwhile, in his viagra haze, and desperate to deal with the grief of his missing brother, it wasnÕt long before Cody the superstud was addicted to sex. Tom manipulated CodyÕs addiction, too, telling his party invites to stay away from Cody or risk his wrath. They still leered hungrily, but no-one would approach him, and even if he approached them, they sadly told him No. He asked Tom why. Tom told him that the reason was everyone knew what a great fuck he was, but knew that he wouldnÕt do more. ÒYouÕre every leather manÕs wet dream Ð dark, swarthy, big dick and balls Ð but you wonÕt use it. You just do vanilla sex, and itÕs too boring for these studs.Ó Cody was dismayed, he hated pain and couldnÕt understand how anyone would like it. ÒLook, thenÓ Tom said ÒyouÕre a strong man, if you donÕt want to inflict pain, let them do stuff. ItÕs minor, just for kicks, and the guysÕll pour inÓ. Then Tom set up his first encounter, and his second, and soon the 6Õ6Ó massive studly sex machine was getting worked over in the same rough trade way as Greg Ð only by much studlier fuckbuddies, and all in front of TomÕs camera.

Cody even got pierced Ð a chrome ring through his right nip, and a thick prince albert in his cock.  Greg did too Ð both his nips with eyebolts, his dickhead, his dickshaft about 9 times, his ballbag, arselips, eyebrow, lip, nose and ears, not to mention the times guys shoved objects up his dickhole, arsecunt, nostrils and mouth, or skewered the wedge of skin between his fingers or toes, or the base of his ballbag, for fun. Randy let them do some tattooing, too, ÒFreewayÓ on the small of his back, above his arse, ÒCock slaveÓ on his left pec, ÒMan CuntÓ on his left tricep, ÒPump meÓ on the inseam of his left leg, ÒHurt meÓ on the inseam of the right. TheyÕd also tattooed his foreskin, over several agonising hours, and some months later, cut half of it off, and later again, the rest. All without anasthetic, of course.  A strict weight regimen in the day kept him buff and in peak form, although his mind was fucked to oblivion. All the time, he believed he couldnÕt even made $100 in one night.  He wore less, too, when he went out Ð a tight paper thin cotton jock usually sufficed, so all the world could see his hunky screwed up body.

Jack groaned, in the excitement of telling the story, Sammy had begun shoving his pumped prick up JackÕs tender hole. As he fucked, he continuedÉ

Cody really wasnÕt that much better off, though.  His ÔclientsÕ were picked by Tom, and they set him up for humiliation on top of humiliation.  For instance, Tom got tickets to the ModelÕs Gala Ball, which almost guaranteed your career to rocket ahead. The people at the gala werenÕt crazy about gay men, but they tolerated well groomed couples, provided they remained photogenically platonic. Cody got ready in his best black tie suit, which still hugged his sculpted body amazingly, so that by the time they were ready to go, he looked like a million dollars. Tom drove. On the way, they picked up CodyÕs date. Cody had thought it would just be Tom and him, but was used to being surprised. His date was also gorgeous, and built like a tank. Shoulder length sandy hair, the guy was very fuckable. He gave Cody a randy leer as he got in, and Tom drove them to the party.

On the way, the guy (whoÕs name was Kent) started rubbing CodyÕs body. Cody shied away, said he wanted to be presentable for the party. The guy got angry, grabbing CodyÕs hands and forcing them to his sides. Tom shouted back from the front that if Cody didnÕt do what Kent wanted, he couldnÕt go to the party at all. Cody stopped resisting Ð he really needed to get his profile up. Kent, meanwhile, roamed CodyÕs body with his hands, ruffling his immaculate suit. Then he told Cody to take his pants off. There, on the freeway, Cody shucked off the pants, and then his tight jocks. His huge hard cock flopped out, and Kent toyed with it until Cody was dripping and moaning. As he pumped, Cody took a piece of string from his pocket, and wound it tightly around the base of his cock, and then his balls, and between them. Tightly trussed, CodyÕs cock throbbed even more, a dull pain spreading through his crotch. Kent had him pull his pants back up (no jocks), so his super pumped and tied crotch showed clearly against the tuxedo pants. And that was only the beginning.

Kent spent the night by sleazing on to every male model in the place. Occasionally, when Cody had just worked up a conversation with another photographer, Kent would wander over and do something embarrassing, like squeeze his arse, or point out his precum stain Ð just something to make the other person blush and go away. Then, instead of dinner, Kent took Cody to the bathroom and fucked him, hard, for 30 minutes solid. They went home with Cody a fucked out wreck, and Kent having gotten 10 telephone numbers for his next conquest. Tom dropped Kent off, actually thanking him for Òchipping inÓ, and made Cody ask him to come back some time. Then Tom made Cody keep the string tied around his balls until they got home. When he took it off, his crotch was red and swollen. Tom got some Ôhealing creamÕ, but it was actually a formula to make his crotch even more sensitive and irritated. And this was just the start of CodyÕs misfortunes.  The next day, Tom told Cody they should go to the beach.  Since Greg left, there was no reason for Tom to shave Cody down, so his thick, manly hair had grown back all over. Tom gave Cody a pair of skimpy white speedos to wear. He tried them on, and his pubes stuck out the sides ridiculously. Tom insisted on shaving them down. He had Cody shuck his speedoÕs, and then cropped the bush, shaving it completely off before Cody could object, except the usual patch at the top of his dick root. He even shaved his balls, Òfor good measureÓ.  When Cody slid the speedos up, he looked even more ridiculous, with a hairy chest, arms and legs, and an obvious bald patch around his thick, swollen prick. His tender package was squashed in as well, still irritated, and his dick was perfectly outlined in the lycra.

On the beach, Cody turned quite a few heads. Not that that was unusual, but since he kept trying to rub his crotch to scratch the itch caused by the cream, and because of his bald pubes, Cody was very embarrassed when they looked. He lay face down on the towel, and kept shifting around to scratch his tender swollen cock head. Tom suggested to Cody that maybe a cool splash in the water would help. He cruelly knew the salt water would do the opposite, but Cody, quick to solve his situation, didnÕt think of that. He bounded down the beach to the water, diving in in one fluid motion.  When he surfaced, he howled, clutching his crotch. The pain was excruciating. He ran out of the water, only to realise the whole beach was staring at him holding his dick. He dropped his hands to his sides, despite the pain, and made his way back up the sand.  As he did, the whole beach stared and pointed, quite a few laughing openly. He assumed this was because he had howled before, but when he got back to Tom, Tom told him to look down. The speedoÕs had gone sheer in the wet, and the whole beach had been staring at his big dick, bull balls and bald crotch through the transparent material.

Cody went to cover up but Tom stopped him, telling him that he would be walking home like that if he didnÕt do as Tom said. Tom then told him to lie face up on the towel, legs slightly apart, and hands behind his head, to Òlet the sun dry him offÓ. He did so, and hundreds of guys strolled past, staring and pointing at his bulging crotch as he lay spread-eagled in the sun. A few minutes passed, and a copy strolled by, tipped off by his mates that there was a prime hunk ripe for bringing back to the station.  The cop stood firmly in CodyÕs light, so that after a few seconds, Cody realised he was staring into the mirrored glasses of a lot of trouble. He tried to explain to the cop, taking his arms away, desperately trying to cover up. He glanced around for Tom, but Tom, seeing the cop, had grabbed his gear and gone. He tried to explain it was just a prank, but the cop would hear nothing, insisting on taking him back to the station to book him for indecent exposure. Cody tried to get up, and the cop slugged him a couple in the abs, to stop him Òresisting arrestÓ.  He then cuffed the groaning, doubled over hunk, so his arms were firmly pinned behind his back. Then he marched him down the beach and up the street, in full view of everyone, back to the police station.

The station was a grimy, dark prison building off the main street. Once heÕd been taken past the main counter, Cody noticed there were thick walls, no windows, and lots of hulking mean cops. Most had transferred there to get there rocks off on the skimpily clad surfy girls, and for most, surfy guys. Cody made a pleasant change Ð a bit of husky fun for a quiet afternoon. The cop, who the others called Dunc, dragged him into an interrogation room, followed by two of the biggest, meanest guys in the station. The others wore name tags -  Rick and Chris Ð and looked keen to get down to business.

The first thing the three did was to seat Cody down on one side of the table, whilst they sat chairs reversed on the other. They asked him all sorts of personal questions Ð why he exposed himself, whether he got off on it, if he hoped to be roughed up. Then it dawned on Rick where he recognised him from. ÒHeyÓ he said to the others Òthis oneÕs a porn star. Real rough leather type. IsnÕt that right?Ó Head hanging, Cody muttered it was correct.  Dunc jumped up, pinning his throat to the back of the chair with his baton. He stretched Cody up from the chair, his crotch rubbing against CodyÕs bare chest. ÒWhatÕs that, freako, I didnÕt hear you.Ó Cody tried to respond but was choking. Chris joined in, pulling his hair back, which lessened the constriction on his throat, but hurt like hell. He reached down over CodyÕs chest, and began mauling a nipple. ÒYou get off on this, freak?Ó, he bullied.  And so they continued, pinching, scraping, humiliating and tormenting him for hours. They shoved their batons in his mouth, and up his chute, as well as torturing his poor dick stalk by stretching , scrunching and punching it, as they felt like it. Dunc went to get some rophynol to force feed the stud, to get him more compliant.  When he was looking through their illicit drug stash, he found a drug theyÕd confiscated off a lesbian the week before.  She was a Ôdrag kingÕ and was on the beach prowling for innocent girls. Apparently the drug was a viruliser Ð it made her voice deepen, she grew hair and her clit swelled.  The cops in interrogation asked her all sorts of questions about what it had done to her, and what it would do to others.  According to her, it didnÕt do much for men except give them a testosterone boost, except that it had an extra drug in the cocktail to make the clit swell, and the same drug Òdoes the same thing for their sex tissue Ð makes their prostate swell.Ó  The drugs were apparently slow acting, although their initial kick usually only took an hour or so, when injected.  If a significant dose was in your system, she said, it took weeks to wear off (which was a small relief to her since theyÕd taken a months supply from her).

Dunc came back into the room with some roofies and forced Cody to swallow them. Soon, he was weak and drowsy, and had trouble fighting them off. Then he got Chris to pin his arms, as Dunc injected a whopping dose of the drug into his left bicep vein.  Cody moaned incoherently, trying to fight them off, but to no avail, the full syringe load of viruliser was pumped into his veins. He told the other guys heÕd given Cody the Òlesbian drugÓ, and they all chuckled.  Chris asked Dunc what theyÕd do before it kicked in. Dunc pointed out his shaved balls and crotch. ÒHey, man, itÕll be easier to see if he doesnÕt have any other hair.Ó Once again Rick and Chris pinned him down whilst Dunc took a straight razor and shaved him from the neck down Ð no lather. The hard scraping hurt like crazy, but soon the hazy man stud was nude as the day he was born. His 13+ inch prick was already hard and drippy from the roofies when the viruliser kicked in.  Then Chris came from behind and spread his arselips wide Ð already exposed from their rough baton fucking. He plunged in without stopping, one long, hard stroke. Cody gasped, and then screamed. ÒFuckÓ Chris yelled ÒthereÕs like a grape up his arse that keeps rubbing against my dick!Ó Sure enough, CodyÕs love button was swollen and raw, and ultra sensitive. All three took turns fucking him, and his prostate was bumped and scraped raw. He howled, the whole time drooling precum, and cumming twice without touching himself.  Once they were exhausted, they gave him a rest, and the roofies began to wear down. He came too, arms cuffed behind him, arse leaking cum and a massive arousing pain inside him.  Dunc told him that he had done such a good service to the force, they wouldnÕt press charges, and he should consider himself lucky. ÒIn factÓ they said, Òyou should become an honourary copÓ.  Dunc laughed, and went to the officers mess for one last torture implementÉ  It was early the next morning by the time they dumped him near his home, wearing nothing but a cop badge pinned through his foreskin. It took him weeks to recover.

At this point Sammy came in JackÕs raw arse, super-aroused by his own story. ÒFuckinÕ AÓ Sammy said,  before pulling out with a plop. ÒWell, anyway, thatÕs enough about the terrible twins for you, baby, soon youÕll have adventures of your own, and I wouldnÕt want to spoil the fun. Sleep well..Ó With that, Sammy reached around and held a cloth to JackÕs mouth. In seconds, with images of poor fucked out Cody swirling in his head, Jack fell unconscious from the choloform. Sammy got up gingerly, cock still drooling down his leg, and tied Jack up so that when he came to, he couldnÕt escape.  Then Sammy went to join Randy and Tom, whoÕd gone to down from the hut to their secret underground hideout, where other unsuspecting hunks were being held.

The men in the hideouts were all guys theyÕd made sure had disappeared from society forever.  Unlike Jack, Cody, Zach and Greg, these guys couldnÕt even pretend to be free. As Tom put it, theyÕd Òbroken their contract with societyÓ, and they didnÕt even have names anymore, except the humiliating ones that Sammy and Randy made up for them.

The first cell in the hideout held ÒFucklustÓ. Fucklust had once been a gym teacher at an exclusive boys school.  HeÕd been a good teacher, too, brawny and strong, but also compassionate and dedicated. HeÕd kept his homosexuality secret, as he feared heÕd be kicked out of the school if anyone knew, and because occasionally he got crushes on one of the seniors and didnÕt want them to know. Randy met the hunky gym teacher one night at a rough bar, and they spent a few weeks tooling around. Once Randy had him pretty much around his little finger, he began pushing him, testing his endurance. HeÕd turn up unexpectedly at the school gym between classes, and fuck him hard in the staff shower, only metres away from the boys changerooms. HeÕd make him wear a buttplug all day as he taught, and he insisted that he couldnÕt wear a jockstrap anymore.  The boys (especially the seniors) noticed things, and once or twice he was caught out by a laughing class, when his dickhead slipped out of his shorts, or when precum leaked down his thigh.  Some of the seniors began asking if he wasnÕt getting enough sex, and the teacher begged Randy to Òstop with the kinky stuffÓ because he was afraid the boys would dob him in. 

Instead, Randy stepped up his demands, knowing the teacher was hopelessly in love with him and couldnÕt refuse. Randy insisted he wear a cockring to make his genitals poke out, and told him to rub himself to a hard-on before every senior gym class.  The guy was beside himself, and blurted out one night that he couldnÕt go on. He explained that heÕd been working back with a senior named Will who was on the rowing squad, and was spotting him for the bench press when Will looked up, and could see his balls, cockring and hard dripping cock tenting his shorts. Will had freaked out, and left.  Randy had a go at him, and the guy confessed that he was secretly in love with Will, and couldnÕt bear to lose his respect.

It was more than respect that had got his attention, though.  Will was gorgeous.  Young though he was, his body was packed tight Ð not an ounce of fat, muscles rippled from the top of his broad shoulders, down his square pecs, his eight pack, tight muscled arms and solid rowers legs.  He was sandy blonde, with a cute mop on his head and a light smattering of blonde hair on his arms and legs.  Piercing blue eyes on a strong jawed face, flawless honey skin and a smile that could melt Alaska.  He spoke in a low baritone and always smelled musky.  And until that day, heÕd always looked up to the guy with his trusting, honest, intelligent eyes, and believed everything his coach had said was right.

For the next few weeks, Randy worked him over extra cruelly, especially getting him ultra horny all the time and not letting him cum. Then one day when the coach was in a staff meeting, Randy and Sammy snuck into the gym where Will was working out alone.  Sweat was pouring from his hard rippled body, and he grunted as he tried to get one last rep out of a barbell.  HeÕd stripped down to his shorts, which were soaked, and showed translucent over his package.  Even from the far end of the gym, Randy knew he was a hunk of teen jock heaven.  They crept up, and waited until he finished his last rep, and allowed his arms to collapse from exhaustion.  He turned his head to one side, closing his eyes for a seconds reprieve.  In that second, Sammy threw his sweaty gym towel over his eyes, and Randy grabbed his arms under the bench, holding him tight.  Sammy blindfolded him with the towel (which also muffled his cries) and they tied him to the weight bench, arms still below it. Having pushed himself to the max, he couldnÕt resist.  Randy ran his hands up and down his lean athletic body, kneading the hard muscles, and playing with his exposed sensitive areas.  The jock cried even more as Randy invaded his private areas Ð first tickling him under his arms, then massaging his inner thighs, and then slowly, unstoppably, caressing his crotch, making the poor jock realise what was in store for him.  After a few minutes mauling, they re-tied him, with his ankles tied to his wrists above his head. From beneath his gag, the teenager screamed from fear of what was coming.  To tease him, Sammy ran his finger lightly over the jockÕs tender rosebud, which snapped firmly shut.  They laughed, and took out a large cone shaped dildo.  There was no resisting it, they just pressed the blunt end against the virgin, ungreased hole and applied pressure, until the muscle involuntarily relaxed.  Once it opened for a second, the dildo began plunging in, and the jock could do nothing but scream.  The two took turns fucking him with increasingly enormous dildoÕs, ungreased to ensure maximum damage to his virgin rosebud, whilst the tied young jock struggled helplessly. It took them just over half an hour, without working up so much as a sweat, to completely break the teenager, and reduce him to a quivering violated hunky heap. Soon after, the coach wandered back into the gym to get his stuff, and Randy met him at the door.  He couldnÕt see the weight area from the door, so he had no idea what had gone on. Randy told him that he had a surprise Ð that he wanted the guy to fuck him for the first time (since Randy had been the fucker up to then) to make up for all the shit heÕd put him through. The guy ecstatically agreed.  ÒOne conditionÓ Randy said Òyou have to do it blindfolded, because I donÕt want you to see me vulnerable.Ó The guy agreed without hesitating, and Randy blindfolded him, and led him to the weight area.

There, next to Will who had began  struggling weakly, the coach scrambled out of his clothes, and Randy pretended to do the same. He took his shirt off and leant over WillÕs covered face, so that all the jock could feel was RandyÕs steel abs against his forehead and his chest hair against his face. Then he told the coach where he was, and the coach quickly got into position, sliding his hands up WillÕs legs and guiding his throbbing cock into WillÕs battered hole. He leant in, thrusting forward, searching for RandyÕs face. Randy leant forward, kissing him and caressing him, as if he was not restrained at all.  The coach fucked into a frenzy, with a non-stop torrent of words in his fucklust, like Òthis is brilliantÓ, ÒI love youÓ, ÒIt feels so good to finally fuck you like thisÓ etc., with Randy quickly kissing him before he ever got to say RandyÕs name.  At the end he calmed down, and flopped forward, before Randy whispered for him to go to the showers, whilst he got ready.  The happy coach pulled out, and bounded off naked to the showers.

Meanwhile, Sammy and Randy left with all their stuff, and alerted the campus security that theyÕd heard a struggle in the gym. The coach was still showering happily when security arrived and found Will, the muscular jock, tied to a bench, with the coachÕs cum dripping from his wide, torn hole.  Will told them that heÕd been tied down and fucked, and he didnÕt know whoÕd did it, or how many, but he was sure one of them sounded like the coach.  They burst in on the coach, still cleaning blood and cum off his dick, and handcuffed him. Forensics easily matched the blood on the coach with Will, and the cum in Will with the coach.  There were no other traces.  The scandal broke the next day, and the coach was charged with paedophilia and violent sexual assault. No-one believed his story that a mystery man heÕd met a few weeks earlier had done the whole thing, and set him up, especially when he IDÕed Randy as a hairy brawny man, and the coach had just fucked a lean, almost hairless teen jock.

The coach, desperate, broke out of his holding cell the following night, and went to RandyÕs house, to Ôuncover the truthÕ.  Sammy and Randy lay in wait, and caught and overpowered him, bringing him shackled to the hideout.  They nicknamed him ÔfucklustÕ, because it was in the heat of his fucklust that heÕd committed the atrocious crime, and whilst the rest of the world believed the escaped paedophile had fled the country, the poor coach was held in cell one, for Randy, Tom and SammyÕs pleasure.

The coachÕs torture was both physical and mental.  For the mental part, there was a huge T.V. just out of reach behind a grille.  On the T.V. they regularly played a video taken by Sammy of the whole rape, from the time they overpowered Will to the time the coach pulled out.  Fucklust watched miserably as he saw himself ruin a hot, young jock, in the heat of passion.  WillÕs life after that had not been any easier, he was regularly taunted and abused, and occasionally raped by bigger men who got off on the story of his submission.  He worked out twice as hard, till he became big and strong, but never enough to fend off the hulks that pinned him down and raped him.  Often these rapes were set-up through Randy and Sammy, and taped as well.  Those tapes, and the news bulletins that regularly came up about WillÕs abuses, were also shown to him, and Fucklust watched the handsome boy become a hunky sex slave to countless gay men, with a hole so wide that he had to stuff it with tissues (and eventually a dildo) before going out in the morning.  His rowing future, swimming career, and bright prospects at university were all destroyed by the coaches blinding lust, and foolish trust.

Physically, Randy and Sammy went to town on Fucklust. They used the same medication as Cody had received, only four times as potent. The oversized man cow was a blubbering hunk of beef, with slabs of pecs as thick as most menÕs thighs, arms the size of melons, and a huge hose of a dick that swung between his thighs with his fat, heavy balls.  A permanent drizzle of precum ran from his wide pisslips to the floor, and he came in agonising spurts, if anything stimulated him Ð a light touch, a breath of wind.  Sammy used to love torturing his dick head with a toothbrush as he tugged on his balls, so that he came, over and over, each cum being excruciating as Sammy wrenched his nuts and mauled them.  Randy was more conventional, preferring to use clothespins to clip his former loverÕs foreskin, nipples and balls, making him cum and scream in pain at once.

The second cell held a guy in his mid-twenties.  TheyÕd found him when he was just seventeen, the captain of the football team at a local high school.  The jock was gorgeous Ð dark hair and green Irish eyes, a solid, bulky body Ð all muscle and not an ounce of fat, a thick, uncut cock and heavy balls, and straight as an arrow.  His handsome square jawed face was already sprinkled with stubble every morning, giving him a rugged, older look than his actual age.  He was a winner with the girls, although heÕd had a long term girlfriend since junior high, Stacey, and they were faithful to a fault.

Randy had met him at the local gym, where the kid worked out on weekends when the school gym was closed.  The kid always struggled with his bench presses, so one day Randy went over and offered to spot him, and help him do heavier reps to bulk up the muscle.  The jock happily agreed, figuring he was doing well if such a muscly guy was willing to spot him.

Over the weeks, Randy developed a friendship with the kid, centred around the gym.  Randy gave him tips for training and diet, and even gave him a discreet supply of steroids when he asked for them.  The jock was from a wealthy family, and soon a good portion of his allowance was going towards various performance enhancing drugs that Randy recommended Ð primarily steroids, amphetamines and the like, but occasionally speed (as a pain-suppressant) and some others that Randy Òswore byÓ.  The kid was pretty much willing to take anything that Randy gave him, after a few months, as his body was coming along magnificently due to his coaching, and he never felt better.

After about 3 months, the jock pretty much looked up at Randy as his hero.  Randy was big, masculine and oozed sex, he had loads of confidence, and seemed to have an endless amount of free time and drugs.  He knew he partied a lot, and had no idea he fucked men.  One Sunday after gym, Randy invited him back to his place to chill.  The jock was stoked (beat studying hands down) and jumped at the chance.  The jock was overawed by RandyÕs sleek modern place.  The place was very secluded, too, despite being on a fairly populated street near the gym.  A converted warehouse, the entry was down a side alley separated from the street by a grille. Heavy doors led into the conctrete shell, thick enough to muffle all sounds from outdoors.  On one side, the former carpark was a white concrete yard, with exotic cacti growing up one wall, a black basketball hoop on the other, and glass doors to the main house.  Inside, the cavernous rooms flowed into each other.  The bedroom loft overlooked the main room, and under it was a massive bathroom with a Jacuzzi and massage table.  The main room was an L shape around the bathroom, with a full gym setup in the L farthest from the door.  The bathroom walls facing the gym and the courtyard were glass, and frosted glass to the main part of the house, making the place feel massive.

The jock was dumbstruck.  He asked Randy why he didnÕt use the gym in his house, and Randy told him that he preferred to work out with people, where he had someone to spot him if he needed it.  Randy fixed them a protein shake and they played a tough, sweaty game of basketball in the courtyard.  The two came off the court, dripping with sweat.  Randy threw his arm around the jock, casually, and led him straight into the bathroom from the courtyard, handing him a towel so he could shower off.  Randy left him alone, doing some incline presses whilst he waited.  Of course, the kid in the shower was on full view to Randy, buck naked, but despite a twinge of humiliation, the kid figured it was OK - Randy was busy doing weights anyway, and heÕd seen him in the gym showers before.  Randy, between reps, enjoyed the show.

When Randy had showered (making sure that the kid got a good view of his 12Ó cock as he lathered), they grabbed some drinks and lounged around, talking shit.  Randy had slipped a sleeping pill into the kidÕs drink, and soon, without meaning to, the kid drifted off on the lounge, gently snoring.

Randy checked the jock, stripped off the jockÕs clothes, down to his bulging strap, and mauled his hunky teen body for a while.  He tired of it quickly though Ð it wasnÕt much fun when the victim was unconscious.  He searched around for something else to do, and found a jar of Vaseline and a tube of Ben Gay.  Grinning, he squeezed a generous dollop of Ben Gay into the Vaseline, and mixed it in with a skewer.  Then he scooped a little of the mixture onto a tissue, and pulling the jockÕs strap to one side, he smeared it on the head of his dick, under the foreskin, and a little around his virgin arsepucker.  He left the jockÕs dick hanging out the side of the strap, and pulled his tight gym shorts back up.  Then he smeared a little more of the mixture on to each of the jockÕs large dark nipples, and pulled the tank top back over his head Ð and just in time, as the jock began stirring in his arms.  He laid the jock back down on the couch, positioning his hands over one nipple Ð as if heÕd fallen asleep scratching it.  In a few seconds, as they were still sitting together, the jock came to.

The jock looked around, confused, slightly embarrassed that heÕd drifted off to sleep.  Absently he scratched at his nipple, which was itchy under his fingers.  Randy started to talk, maintaining constant eye contact.  The conversation was still bullshit, but the jock didnÕt notice Ð he was too busy trying to stop himself from scratching.  He squirmed around as Randy went on and on, swiping his bulge a couple of times ÔaccidentallyÕ, and his tender nips.  Finally, Randy got up and turned around, yelling back whether the hunk wanted another drink.  ÒYeahÓ he said, and Randy swivelled around, catching him fully rubbing himself, as expected.  The jock was horrified.  ÒUh, I wasnÕt É I was just, uh, itchy, you knowÉÓ  Randy gave him a look of disbelief.  ÒHonest, man, I swearÓ.  Randy pretended to be concerned, and came back over.  He told the guy that maybe heÕd caught something Ð that maybe he should check.  The hunk went to the bathroom, and privately checked himself out.  ÒOh, man!Ó the teen groaned.  ItÕs fucking red and swollenÉ  Randy, pretending not to understand, came to the glass partition to look.  ÒYouÕd better show me ÉÓ. Reluctantly, the straight hunk (not thinking anything of it but his normal shyness) revealed his head, and his angry red glans and foreskin.  Randy went in and came up to the jock, slowly but brutally squeezing and twisting the tender cockhead.  The guy yelped and jerked backwards, falling on his arse.  ÒYupÓ said Randy Òjust as I thought.  Look at this stuffÉÓ (showing the hunk the smear of Vaseline heÕd just wrenched off his dick) Òlooks like youÕve got an infection, mate.  ThatÕs probably why it hurt so much to touch.  Sorry bout that dude.Ó

The jock was almost in tears, from the pain and the news.  ÒNo way, man, IÕm cleanÉÓ  Randy took him around the shoulders, brotherly like.  ÒLook, mate, itÕs OK.  I can help you.  HereÓ he said, giving him the Vaseline mixed with Ben Gay Ò put this on three times a day until the itching stops.  ItÕll sting a little to start, but thatÕs normal, itÕs just the antiseptic.  If youÕre not OK by next week, we can come back here and see what we can do to fix it.  In the meantime, youÕd better give your cock a rest so it can recover Ð that means no jerking off, and Stacey.  Yeah?

ÒYeah, of course!  I donÕt want her to catch it! But whatÕll I tell her?Ó  the jock asked.

ÒWell, IÕve got to come clean with you Ð if youÕre faithful, chances are she had it and gave it to you.  That StaceyÕs probably banging some other guy.  Sorry, man, I know it hurtsÉÓ

ÒFuck!  No, that canÕt be.  WeÕve been steady forever.  FuckÉ.Ó

ÒLook, you donÕt want to confront her, believe me.  Maybe tell her that you think you need a little break.  Give her time to realise what sheÕs missing.  Meanwhile, you recover, and everythingÕs sweet.  No more problem, no more other guy.  Whadda you think?Ó

ÒUh, I guess É Yeah.  Fuck, she cheated! Fuck!  Thanks, man, youÕre a pal.Ó he said.

ÒAnything for a friendÓ Randy responded, grinning.  The two shook hands, a hard manly handshake.  The jock was humiliated by the ÔinfectionÕ but happy that it hadnÕt phased his friendship with the coolest dude he knew.  He was also preoccupied with the thought of Stacey cheating on him, and having to break up with the love of his life.  All Randy could think was of the pussy heÕd turn this hunk into.  He watched the hunk sidle off down the street, scratching his itchy virgin arsehole and pouty nipples.  This was going to be fun!

Randy didnÕt see the jock for a fortnight Ð he skipped the gym that weekend to head out with Tom on one of their photo shoots.  A blonde, tanned underwear model.  After three hours, the guy was screaming for Randy to shove it in harder and faster.  HeÕd have trouble sitting for weeks.  And there was great footage of the hunk going down on himself, famous legs spread wide, his labelÕs underwear loose around one ankle.  But thatÕs another story.

By the next Saturday, Randy was getting a little excited about his little project.  He expected to see the jock in the gym the next day.  But then, late on a Saturday evening, the kid rapped on his door. Randy was just getting ready to go out on a hot date Ð he was working over a mechanic and really fucking with his inhibitions Ð and was wearing just some slacks and a tank top.  When he saw the young fucker, he waited a little, watching him squirm and dance on the doorstep, before letting him in.

The jock almost jumped in when he opened the door, hand clutching his crotch.  ÒLook manÓ he said ÒitÕs really bad! IÕve been putting the stuff on but it doesnÕt help, it just gets itchier and more sore.Ó  Randy put on a concerned face.  ÒLook, IÕm supposed to be on a date ÉÓ The jock looked up at him, one hand still on his crotch, the other rubbing his arsehole ÒPleaseÉ. IÕm desperateÉ.Ó ÒOKÓ Randy responded Òbut youÕve got to let me do what I need to do Ð no flinching.  This is serious ÉÓ  The jock cut him off ÒLook, man, whatever you need to do, this is driving me crazy!Ó

Randy took him in, and locked the door.  He took him into the bathroom, and told him to strip naked.  The kid complied pretty quickly, eager to fix the itch.  Randy gave him the once over.  He was 6Õ2Ó, 95 kg of solid muscle, slabs of pecs, a solid 8 pack with all the ridges and valleys in high relief, tight baseball sized biceps, ribbed lats, and one thick fucker hanging between his legs.  Being an early bloomer, his chest was covered with a dusting of dark hair, that narrowed to a snail trail between his pecs, down to his thick bush. His arms and legs, too, were covered in downy hair Ð he oozed he-man spunk from every pore.   The kid jumped from side to side a little from the pain and the cold draught in the bathroom, making his dickslab swing in front of his hefty balls.

First Randy searched through his medicine cabinet and found a pill Òto lessen the itchÓ.  Actually, it was a Rophynol derivation, not as strong, just making the person a little more compliant and horny than usual.  Soon the kid was buzzing a little, and the pain (and all negative sensations) had subsided in his head.

He slipped on a glove, and told the kid he would inspect the Òinfected areasÓ.  First the nipples Ð now swollen and pouty from the constant rubbing and irritation.  Then under his magnificent foreskin, which was deep red and throbbing, and lastly, his tight, virgin arsehole.  Occasionally, the kids arms would come up to push him away, but Randy gently pushed them back to his sides, saying something like Òmmm, hang on, I need to check this for youÉÓ  The kid had obviously lathered the stuff onto his arsehole, it was really irritated, puffy and raw.  If even looked like the kid had tried to prod around in there Ð gently parting the lips, Randy saw the interior was irritated too.  When Randy touched any of these areas, the kid would gasp, so he made sure to poke and prod for a good 20 minutes, especially kneeding the long foreskin between his fingers, rolling it back over the head, or scratching a nail over his aggravated pisshole and rosebud. Randy kept asking him ÒAre you sure you want me to go onÓ, and the kid, teeth gritted, would always say ÒyesÓ. 

ÒKid, did you wank off recentlyÓ Randy asked.  ÒYeah, fuck, I was going out of my mind!  I hadnÕt cum in days.  It hurt so much though, I havenÕt done it since.  Fuck, IÕm sorryÉÓ  The kid sounded devastated.  Randy calmed him by gently patting his stomach.  ÒAnd Stacey?Ó  ÒYeahÓ he replied Òshe was really broken up.  Man, I donÕt think she did it, you shouldÕve seen herÓ  The kid was sobbing, really cut up about it.  Randy absently fingered the guyÕs balls as he spoke, pretending to weigh them in his hands.  Despite the fact that he was crying, the kid began to get a hard-on, red and veiny, and obviously painful. He cried out, and instantly grabbed his cock, cradling it.

ÒLook, kid, itÕll never recover if you do that.  Here, IÕll see if I can help.  First, we need to clear the infected areas.Ó  ÒWhat you you mean?Ó he asked.  ÒWell, we canÕt see how the treatment goes with all that hair.  Look, IÕll make it easy, IÕve got some Nair in the cupboardÉÓ

Ten minutes later, Randy washed off the depilatory.  The stuff had stung like crazy, and the kid was beside himself not scratching, even with the Roofie-type drug. Randy had wiped it on a large circle around each nipple, around his cock, on his balls, and his arse and arsehole.  Once the hair came off, he had a bare arse, large white circles on his hairy chest, and a large halo around his cock, down to his bare balls.  The kid looked in the mirror and almost cried again.  ÒOh, man, this is bad.  Man.. fuckÉ whatÕll I do?  I canÕt go to the gym like thisÉÓ

Randy shrugged, and the kid became a little panicky.  After letting him stew in front of the mirror for a minute or two, making sure the kid was really worked up about it, Randy said Òwell, if it worries you that much, you could always take off the rest of the hair and say youÕd shaved for sports or something, but you donÕt want to lose yourÉÓ

The kid was desperate  ÒYes!Ó he said.  Randy shook his head ÒNo, I donÕt think you want to ÉÓ  ÒFuck itÓ the kid yelled, grabbing the Nair.  In a few minutes, with Randy just muttering ÒIÕm warning youÓ, the kid had plastered it over his chest.  Randy said ÒyouÕre going to look stupid with hairy abs thenÉÓ and the kid was lathering it on there as well.  Randy didnÕt even need to prompt for the crotch, the kid already figuring that if he got naked in the change rooms, the guys would see.  He looked up at Randy, before starting on his prize bush, eyes pleadingly.  ÒIf I take it off, everyoneÕll laugh.  What do I do???Ó  Randy put his arm on the kidÕs shoulder, and said ÒDonÕt worry.  Lots of guys Ôclean upÕ down there.  Just leave a patch above your dick and youÕll look fine.Ó  The kid looked unsure.  ÒLook man, do what I do.Ó  Randy reached down into his pants, hauling his 12Ó fucker out. 

He scrunched up his shirt and thumbed down the pants.  The kid took a long, hungry look at his big dick and solid abs, noting that RandyÕs cock and balls were shaved, except for a teased out thatch of hair above it.  The kid could hardly stop staring.

Randy gave him a couple of seconds, and then shoved his cock back in the pants, making sure his bulge was prominent.  The kid wasnÕt able to get the monster dick out of his mind.  He quickly followed suit, and soon had a smooth body, save for the little patch of pubic hair, that he trimmed down with a  pair of RandyÕs scissors, to make it Òless of a contrastÓ.  RandyÕs male whore was coming along nicely.

ÒOh, kid.  Now, IÕll put this cream onÉÓ It was ÔDeep HeatÕ Ð a muscle tonic and antiseptic which stung like crazy.  He put the first swab on the kidÕs freshly shaved bull balls, and he yelped, tugging the cream off. ÒThis isnÕt going to work if you pull it all off, mate.  YouÕve got to give me a chance.  Here IÕve got an idea.  ItÕs a little unorthodox, butÉÓ

Soon, the kid had his hands grabbing the top of the shower screen, his legs spread slightly at the base.  Using some cord, Randy tied his limbs in place Òto stop him involuntarily wiping it offÓ.  Then he smeared the cream on all the red areas, to the kidÕs screams, finally finishing with a generous dose up his arse.  He shoved that in with four fingers, and worked them around for a good few minutes.  Hot dog!  The kid was sweating heavily, and twitching from the sting, and the slow onset of heat.  ÒLook, itÕs for your own goodÓ Randy said ÒyouÕd be scratching like mad by now!Ó

With that, Randy left him tied up, and went to his bedroom to finish changing.  He came down five minutes later, and the kid was a little calmer, although still sweaty.  ÒSee, not so bad!Ó  Look, IÕve got to go to this date, but I trust you, so in about 15 minutes, just unhook the knots with your thumbs and let yourself out.  You should be right as rainÉÓ  With that, Randy left, leaving the hunk alone and sweating.

Of course, the kid couldnÕt get free, and so four hours later, with RandyÕs dick still dripping from the fuck heÕd given the mechanic against his panel van, when he came home, he jock was hanging from the shower screen, exhausted.

Randy ran up to him in mock concern.  ÒOh, man, what happened???Ó  The kid light-headed, mumbled that he couldnÕt get free.  Randy quickly freed him (at which the jock crumpled) and carried him upstairs.  He lay the prime hunk on the bed, where the kid fell into a deep sleep.

Randy stripped off and jumped into bed next to him, running his hands all over the kidÕs body.  Of course, before long, the drippy cock was plunging into the kidÕs hole, with the kid still semi-concious and asleep.

The next morning, the kid woke up, naked and confused.  There was blood on the sheets.  He pulled a pillow over his cock and swung off the bed.  Instantly, a stabbing pain in his arse.  Slowly, he made his way to the stairs, remembering how heÕd gotten to RandyÕs house.

Randy was making breakfast, in a sweater and long pants, making the kid feel even more naked.  He realised his parents didnÕt know where he was and told Randy he had to ring them.  He said it would be cool Ð they were on vacation for another week Ð but theyÕd want to know where he was.  Randy suggested he tell them that heÕd gone with some friends camping for a while.  ÒGive you a chance to recover, you look like youÕre limping badly.  You can crash here, if youÕd likeÓ.  The kid agreed, and rang his mum to tell her.  He was vague about which friends, so he wouldnÕt get caught, and said that heÕd be back Òbefore recess endedÓ.  Then he got off the phone and explained how his arse hurt, and that there was blood.  Randy looked concerned, and said Òit sounds worse than I thoughtÉ  let me seeÉÓ

They had a healthy breakfast, and then Randy began working on the kid.   He found a long, slender chrome dildo (from his stock), and told the kid that it was a surgical suppository.  Smearing antiseptic cream on it, he handed it to the kid, for the kid to Òinsert into the infected areaÓ.  Painfully, over the course of several minutes, the kid worked the lathered dildo up his tender hole.  Soon, the 6 inch chrome cock was well in place, and the jock could feel it with every step.  ÒLeave that in until the pain subsidesÓ Randy said.  ÒBut man, if youÕre staying here, weÕll need to get you some clothes to wear.  MineÕll be too big!  The mall?Ó  The kid agreed.

The kid slipped on his clothes from the day before, minus the jock since it was too painful to wear.  Randy pretty much took control, getting the kid to buy loose shorts, loose white nylon drawstring pants and some paper thin muscle tank tops, the ones that barely cover nipples.  ÒNothing thatÕll rub against youÓ, Randy said.  They went to the mall bathrooms and Randy suggested he change now Òto avoid more rubbingÓ.  The kid stripped naked in front of Randy, now getting used to him looking on, and slipped on the white pants and a blue muscle tank.  He looked like a stripper Ð his dick clearly outlined in the drawstring pants, his nips showing, and honeyed skin from his hips to his shoulders, all smooth.  His muscular back was fully exposed, except the thin ÔYÕ of fabric from the shoulders down his spine.  The white pants were so thin you could see his balls clearly outlined and even his dick head.  Even the postage stamp bush was semi-visible through the sheer material.  Of course, the kid couldnÕt see that without a mirror, and so relying on RandyÕs approval, they packed up his old clothes and headed back into the mall.

As they walked around, the kid got lots of stares Ð mostly lust Ð as he paraded his cock and body to the world.  To make matters worse, he couldnÕt stop tugging at his dick and balls, which were full and throbbing since they hadnÕt gotten off in so long, and were now swinging free.  Randy dragged the kid around the mall as he grabbed ÔsuppliesÕ for the week of having an extra guest.  The jock could only guess at why he got half the stuff Ð why he needed so much oil, for instance.  And the guy at the health food store charged him a hell of a lot for just some vitamins, although he did notice that the store guy put some other stuff in his bag as he packed it.  Free samples, perhaps.  Soon, his dick began rising, and was soon sticking out, pushing the drawstrings out, so anyone who came close enough could see right down his pants.  He tried hiding it, and Randy pretended not to notice so as to parade him around more (usually showing him things to keep his hands occupied), but eventually, when Randy was browsing, he ÔaccidentallyÕ bumped into the jock, so his hard dick stuck right up against Randy.  Holding there for a second, Randy looked down, and laughed, to the kidÕs utter humiliation.  ÒFuckÓ the kid thought ÒheÕll think IÕm a fag!Ó  The kid began apologising.  Randy grabbed him around the shoulder, telling him not to worry.  He said that a friend of his could fix that from happening if he wanted.  The kid asked what he meant. ÒWell, he makes cock rings and stuff for stopping your dick showing.  He can even stop you getting a stiffyÉÓ  The kid was unsure, but by then Randy was already leading the hard, exposed jock to his friendÕs store, hand still draped over his shoulder in a carefree, homoerotic way.

His friend ran a tattoo parlour, and also did piercings and the like.  He was 6Õ5Ó, heavily muscled, and tattooed over his arms and chest.  He was dark and swarthy and very handsome, in a grungy, leather way.   He was quite taken by the jock, and to the jockÕs humiliation, was quite happy to take care of his ÔproblemÕ.  The guy shut up shop temporarily and took him out back.  In the back room, Randy asked the kid to shuck his pants.  Not that the pants had left much to the imagination, but he felt doubly humiliated stripping in front of this guy, dick springing up in the breeze.  The guy hefted his balls and his dick jerked some more.  ÒI see Ð big fucker, eh?Ó  he said to the kid.  The kid was proud of his dick, but felt uncomfortable, like he was a piece of meat.  Randy, meanwhile, had wandered to the front of the store, and was out of sight.

The tattooist hefted his balls, working him up until he was about to burst.  The kid knew he was getting off on it, and that he was fondling him, but could do nothing because he knew he was friends with Randy.  Once the jock was virtually panting, the tattooist cinched a tight leather band around the base of his cock, and another around the head.  Both had small chrome rings on their underside.  He cinched a much wider (4Ó) leather band around his ball sac, pulling the balls down as far as he could, and the band held them there.  The band around his sac had a short leash attached to the top, which he fed through the chrome rings.  He then pulled it back towards his balls, pushing it between them, and fed it into the back of the wide leather band, clicking it in place.  The jock couldnÕt see the back of the wide band, but he got the impression that the device wouldnÕt come off easily once fastened.   His cock was crimson, and throbbed slightly in the bands.  The leash pulled his cock down, curving it back towards his balls painfully.  The balls themselves were separated as the leash went between them, and they stuck out against the smooth sac, tight and low.  Of course, the dull ache of blue balls soon spread, as his trussed balls protested their confinement, and lack of release.  But he could do nothing, and had no idea how the thing came off (if it did at all).

The tattooist called out to Randy that heÕd finished, and there was no response.  The guy grinned at the jock.  ÒWell, kid, it looks like your friend has wandered off whilst I work on you.  How about repaying me for that little number?Ó  he said.  The kid shrugged, and said he had no money on him, that Randy had all his stuff.  ÒOk, well, I guess youÕll have to repay me in other waysÉÓ  At that, the guy pushed the kid to his knees, trussed cock still out, balls scraping against the floor, and hauled out his own impressive dick.  Despite his protests, in 5 minutes the kid was chowing down on the muscle manÕs thick cock, learning the art of cocksucking like a pro.  All the while his dick was throbbing in its confinement.  Just as the guy unloaded a thick load of cum down the kidÕs throat, they heard the door jingle as Randy came back.  Quickly, the guy hauled his dick back into his pants, and wrenched the kid up to the bench by his tank top (ripping it open on one side).  Randy came around to find the dishevelled kid wiping his mouth, hard red dick trussed, tank top handing half off him.  ÒPain too much, was it?Ó Randy asked jovially.  The kid didnÕt respond Ð he didnÕt want Randy to know what heÕd been forced to do.  Silently, he hitched up his white drawstrings, adjusting the tank top as best he could.  Randy happily noticed that all the world could still make out his leather bound dick, although the package was now more discreet.  His ripped tank fluttered from his body whenever a breeze caught it, showing his rippling lats and obliques, as well as all his chest and abs, to anyone who passed him.

The walk home to Randys seemed an eternity to the kid, especially with wolf whistles and gestures from every street kid they passed in RandyÕs district.  Just as they were passing one group, Randy put his hand on the small of his back to Ôhurry him alongÕ.  The kid jerked at the touch, and RandyÕs hand slipped onto his arse, his finger inexplicably slipping between his arsecheeks, touching his tender arsehole through the material.  The kid gasped.  Two of the guys in the gang who saw called the jock out by name, laughing and catcalling louder than the rest.  Both were stocky and dark, pure African blood.  When the jock realised who they were, he quickly turned to Randy, pleading for them to hurry up as he knew them from school and they were bullies.  Randy would hear nothing of it, and stopped.  Load enough so the gang could here, he angrily told the jock to Òbe a little less bigoted.Ó  The gang hooted and clapped.  Randy looked up at the two whoÕd called out.  He recognised them from the gym Ð they worked out during the day (cutting classes probably) so heÕd never seen them when the jock was around.  They were mean fuckers, lots of masculine bravado, although he knew the bigger of the two, if not both, were bent, and enjoyed a bit of rough man-on-man action in private.  He turned to the kid, and sternly said ÒNow IÕve got to grab some more stuff from a place two blocks from here.  ItÕs not on the way, so why donÕt you show some tolerance and get to know your non-white schoolmates?  With that Randy headed off down the street, leaving the exposed and very scared young jock with the hungry gang.

At the time, Sammy was also in RandyÕs district, and in fact he was working on what would become the occupant of the third cell in their hideout.  He was a marine, square jawed, stocky and buff.  HeÕd been in the marines since he was eighteen, straight from school in the Midwest and a tough family, all boys and a military father.  Not that he didnÕt want to join the marines, or play sports or anything, heÕd always excelled, but he was secretly gay, and the beatings at home and discipline in the armed forces had made him realise how much being dominated turned him on.  He was dead scared of being found out.  When he was on leave, he trawled the streets for gay rent boys and got off on them tormenting him and forcing him to succumb.  ThatÕs how Sammy had met him Ð one of the street fags he pimped had been his client, and had told him about the catch.  Sammy soon caught up with the muscular marine and had ordered him back to his place.  In two short hours, he had pushed the limits of the marine beyond what heÕd wildly imagined.  First, heÕd stripped him naked, except his socks and combat boots, and made him stand to attention as he verbally belittled his body and cock.  The cock, an impressive 8 incher, stood to full attention, which Sammy took to slapping and laughing about.  He tied his nuts to a 10 pound weight, dropping it so the hunk yelped and went bow legged.  Still at attention.  He found that his cunt was virginal, and roughly fingerfucked it, unlubed, whilst telling him how much heÕd enjoy messing it up, splitting it wide and gaping.  The soldier began dripping precum, so he clipped his dicklips with bulldog clips, biting deep into the tender flesh.  The hunk was covered in a light dusting of hair, and so Sammy got out a straight razor and began slowly humiliating him by shaving him down Ð first his pits, then his chest, abs, arms and legs, and finally, although the man begged and wailed, he began making inroads on his lush male bush.  The guy was sobbing Òplease, IÕll do anythingÓ.  Sammy relented, and jumping up on a stool, have the grunt suck his fat cock and ream him until his lips were chafed and his tongue rubbery.  After he came on his tongue, making sure the scum spewed out over his lips and dribbled down his face, he let the man down, who promptly collapsed onto the chair.  As he caught his breath Sammy whispered ÒNow for that ugly hairÉÓ  The man looked up, confused.  Sammy handed him a pair of tweezers Ð ÒI want you to pull out all those filthy wires Ð I want your bush smooth as a babyÕs arseÓ.  The guy protested about the deal Ð ÒHey mateÓ Sammy responded ÒI just promised no shaveÉÓ.  Sammy didnÕt even let him keep a small thatch, as usual, making him feel as naked as possible. Then, stringing the manslut up again, he cleaned his arse out as well, so he was hairless below the neck, except his stretched hairy balls.

Then he took two alligator clips and after pumping his nipples to erection, savagely clipped each one Ð not just the nip but across the edge of his pec flesh Ð a whole pinch of manflesh.  His balls were turning blue by now, and were tight in the base of his sac.  Then, slowly, over the course of hours, he began feeding his virgin hole with dildos Ð no slender, easy beginning, but large, knobbed fuckers, which tore at his tender arseflesh as they carved a tunnel though him.  The limit of most girlÕs cunts, he told him, was the first dildo he used, a thick 8 incher as big as the marines own mighty rod.  The second only pro gay men would feel comfortable with, and the marine grunted and heaved as it plunged into him.  The third, a veined 12 incher, most rent boys would have trouble accommodating.  It took almost an hour to force that fucker through.  The last, a tapered 14 inch mammoth was fed into the hole.  This was hard work, and the marine was bent over a sawhorse for over an hour just getting the fat stalk as far as the previous one.  He was covered in sweat, and had a gag to stop him screaming Ð a wide ball gag that stretched his teeth and make sucking sounds as he breathed.  His ball weight dragged across the floor as Sammy punched the fuckrod in Ð the nutsack having stretched a good 2 inches in the time, until the weight touched the floor.  Sammy had wrenched the clips off his dicklips and nips some time ago, in the frenzy of fucking him with the 12 incher, and now two rubber bands pulled the nips about an inch from his body, and a pencil was shoved a good 5 inches down his pisshole.  His dicklips had swollen since it was shoved in, and now hugged the pencil tightly, the whole cockhead red and enlarged.  By now it was dawn and as Sammy finally got the 14 inch all the way in and fucked it in and out of the hole, sunlight came through the window, glazing his body in amber.  A hell of a sight.

Sammy freed him, and the marine was still dazed.  As he withdrew the slimy tree trunk, the marine collapsed to his knees, passing out.  Sammy got out his tattoo set and gave the worn out hunk one parting gift Ð on the base of his genitals, on the sensitive skin usually hidden by his balls, he tattooed ÒDICKPIGÓ.  The lettering was a little large, so that when the marine was next in the showers, his comrades would get a glimpse of the D and G when he stood wide-legged.  After the arsefucking heÕd gotten, that would be often.  Sammy wondered how long itÕd be before his buddies pinned him down and found out what the tattoo wasÉ not long he thought.

When the marine woke, he was racked with pain, but still very turned on, unreleased.  Sammy gave him some parting instructions.  ÒI worked you over good, boy, and if you want more, you know where to come.  You marines only get leave once a month, so this is what I want you to do.  First, when you get back to base, youÕre to pluck those balls, or youÕll look ridiculous in the showers.  At the basin, when you shave.  Any if any hair grows back down there, youÕre to pluck it out too, at the basin, with the other soldiers.  Your fuckers will hang low for a while yet Ð to keep them that way, I want you to get a spare pair of laces, and every morning, lace up your balls with one end, and run the other down to your big toe and lace it there.  When you do it, I want you to keep your leg a little bent, so that when you straighten it, your sacÕs pulled tight.  Every day.  Keep those rubber bands on your nips whenever you have a shirt on.  And I can see youÕre dickÕs still drippy Ð well Ð no jerking off.Ó  The muscle stud marine moaned at the thought of being constantly hard and drippy at the base.  Sammy continued, telling him ÒFor every time you break the rules and jerk your dick, youÕll get a piercing, understand.  Once and itÕs through your piss-slit.  Twice and through the ball-bag.  Three times and youÕll be sporting a ring through your nose like the dick pig you are.  I will find out how many times you jerk off, be sure of that.  And donÕt doubt theyÕll be thick, heavy rings.  Understand?Ó  The marine pig grunted.  ÒIÕll get you off when I next see you.  Then weÕll start working on splitting that cunt of yours wide open.Ó  The marine was broken, but compliant, and very, very hard.  ÒYes, SIRÓ he said.  Sammy smeared some Ben Gay on the marines raw split arsehole, just to reinforce the message.  Ten minutes later he watched the sore fucked marine hobble down the street back to camp.  He had missed curfew, and no doubt more punishment would come for that.

Randy meanwhile had gone the two blocks to his favourite porn store, to pick up a few special items for his new protŽgŽ.   When he got there, the owner, a friend of his, called him over, and told him that ÔTomÕ was there.  As coincidence would have it, Tom was the marineÕs son, though no-one else knew it. When the marine was only 15, his dad had taken him to the city, where heÕd knocked up a prostitute in his ÒinitiationÓ to sex.  The dad had been embarrassed, but being a strict Christian, he wouldnÕt hear of abortion, and paid for the girl to have his grandson, then give him up for adoption.  Tom could never live with them, of course, the scandal would be too great, so heÕd been put in a foster home in the city.  Tom had lived a fairly happy life, and had now moved out to be closer to his ÔrealÕ fatherÕs base camp, so he could spend more time with him.  The two had a close bond, and in fact the marine had been a part of his life from an early age, although without the knowledge of the family.  Tom had only moved a few weeks before, and so he didnÕt know anyone apart from his father and a few of their mates, who themselves thought they were just friends, since their ages (18 and 33) werenÕt so far apart.  They did look similar though, dark hair, piercing grey eyes, Tom had his fatherÕs muscular build but was taller, and so looked more proportioned.  ItÕs fair to say he was a very handsome boy.  Unlike his dad, Tom was straight as an arrow, and in his foster home, his rebellion had mostly been seeing how many chicks he could plow and how often.  Though heÕd never gotten a chick pregnant, he counted 35 different girls heÕd slept with, totalling 163 times.  Not bad for 18, he thought.  And his fat cock never tired of the action.

Since heÕd moved only a few weeks back, heÕd not hooked up with any girls, although a girl on the morning bus to college flirted with him quite a bit, so heÕd fuck her if they got to talking.  To relieve his pent up tension, he went to the porn shop and wasted a dollar watching some fuck flick in a stall, jerking till he came.  Randy and the shopkeeper had noticed his regular visits, and had decided to give him a little more satisfaction than a daily jerk off.  Randy grabbed some cuffs on a long chain and some muscle relaxing cream, and headed up the store.

Randy went up to the booth that Tom was in, and the owner pressed a release switch, that deactivated the electronic lock on the door.  The door swung out automatically, revealing the kid sweaty and on the verge of ejaculating on the sticky table in front of the screen.  His jeans and jocks were around his ankles, so when the door gave way, he awkwardly spun around, trying to simultaneously grab the door and his jeans at the same time.  Randy stepped into the booth, preventing him from grabbing the door, and stood on his jeans and jocks to dtop him pulling them up.  The jock was stunned at first and didnÕt react, and Randy took the advantage, grabbing his free hand, slapping the cuffs on them and then jerking his hand up, so the free cuff and chain swung over the overhead bar, falling down the other side.  Quickly grabbing them, he then pulled them down while grabbing TomÕs other hand, still on his drippy dick, and pulled his hand up to cuff it as well.  The chain was only long enough to reach with the kidÕs hands straight up over his head.  The kid began to panic and began yelling.  Randy grabbed TomÕs collar and ripped down, tearing the front of his shirt off his body.  Randy could now see the kidÕs entire naked body, though shreds of his shirt still hung over his sleeves and back.  He dunked the shirt into the jar of muscle relaxant, and then with two strokes he coated the kids dick and exposed pucker with the cream.  Then he took a second swab, and shoved the rag into the kidÕs mouth.  The relaxant was designed for gay sex Ð fast working, it almost immediately made muscles relax and tingle, although they retained all the same feeling.  On his dick it wouldnÕt do much but tingle, except his ejaculation muscle would stop, so even if the kid wanted to cum now he couldnÕt.  Sadly, it also stopped the blood from draining from his cock, so heÕd have a painful priapic hardon for days.  On his pucker, the obvious effect, and on his tongue and lips, the coating would make him feel as if he had a potato in his mouth, so he couldnÕt do much past grunt, let alone spit the gag out.

Tom was breathing heavily in the gag, barely struggling, his eyes an intense mix of anger and fear.  Randy leaned forward so their bodies touched, pushing the boy back so his arse leaned on the edge of the cum spattered bench.  Randy stroked his exposed side with one hand, making Tom jerk back, but Tom was helpless, and realised it.  Randy leant closer and whispered in TomÕs ear ÒNow my little friend IÕm going to fuck you!Ó  Toms eyes bulged, but he could do little as Randy lifted his legs up, kicked out the boyÕs pants, and then dropping his fly, pounded his virgin pucker to the hilt in thick, deep strokes.  The kid grunted with every thrust, tears flowing down his cheeks.  Soon heÕd developed a rhythm, RandyÕs thick cock now easily ploughing TomÕs stretched and mutilated hole.  Randy began to tell him, between thrusts, how he was robbing TomÕs manhood, making him a pussy, and pointed to his still aching hard cock as proof.  The kid shook his head vigorously, confused and clinging to his masculinity.  Tom snarled at him, fucking more roughly in response.  ÒSo how much of a man are you, boy?  How many times have you stuffed cunts with that bone of yours?  50?Ó  the kid nodded Òmore?Ó nod Ò100?Ó nod Ò150?Ó nod, Ò200? No.  175?  No. 160?Ó nod Ò165? No.  162?Ó nod Ò163?Ó nod Ò164? No.  Ok, so the targetÕs 163?!Ó  The kids eyes flickered, confused.  Randy stopped talking as he picked up the pace, thrusting ever deeper till he finally flooded the kidÕs bowels with his thick creamy cum.  He withdrew, wiping his dick on the kidÕs hard abs, before tucking it back in his pants.  He opened the door, leaving it wide, and the kid moaned as loudly as he could, the first noise since Randy had started.  Randy looked back and smiled.  ÒSilly me.  CanÕt just leave you like that can I?Ó  The kids eyes pleaded with Randy.  Randy grabbed the poster on the back of the door, and turned it around.  On the glossy back, he wrote ÒPlease fuck this kid Ð we need to get to 163 fuckings.  Must cum in his hole to count.  Please tally below.Ó  Below the notice, Randy tallied Ò1Ó and swung the door wide, so the trussed boy and the notice would show to the whole store.  The boy began moaning frantically, but Randy just turned and left.  He shouted to the storekeeper that heÕd be back in a few hours to check on progress.  Some of the guys in the shop turned, and Tom fearfully noticed that they all were well endowed and hungry.

Meanwhile RandyÕs jock protŽgŽ wasnÕt faring well either.  The gang had ripped off his tank top, tying it over his eyes like a blindfold.  A latino kid had grabbed him from behind, pinning is arms to his sides.  The older black kid, Usiah, grabbed at the drawstrings, so the pants fell to his ankles.   For a second, the guys didnÕt notice, but then Usiah, sucked his breath in, commenting loudly ÒWhat the fuck?Ó.  Everyone looked and saw his shaved balls, red and swollen and hanging low from his body, and half-hard cock, head pumped and purple, veins throbbing down the thick shaft to his near-hairless crotch.  The others began grabbing at his crotch, pulling and stretching the leatherbound sac away from him, lifting and fondling the dick Ôtil it was hard and leaky, as he moaned.  All the while they jeered and commented Òwhat the fuck have you done to yourselfÓ and Òare you some kind of pervertÓ etc.    The gang made him stand against the wall, spreadeagled and naked, and still blindfolded, and told him not to move.  They took random punches at him, getting him in the gut, balls, chest, till he was winded and curled up in a ball.  Usiah whispered in his ear Òsee you at school, fagboyÓ, and they ran off down the street.  When he couldnÕt hear them, he pulled the drawstrings up and retied them, and pulled the blindfold off.  He tried to unravel it and put the shirt back on, but it was ruined now, and hung off one shoulder only like a hayseed farmerÕs overalls.  His clothes were covered in dirt, and his body ached, bruises beginning to show where heÕd been punched.  Just then, Randy came around the corner.  The jock almost collapsed into his arms, so Randy took one arm over his shoulder and walked him home.  Before the jock could explain, Randy gently suggested next time he shouldnÕt provoke those less fortunate, since theyÕd had a hard life unlike his privileged one.  The jock was overwhelmed, and tears began to form.  How had he deserved this?  He leant on Randy, only he could helpÉ

By the time they got home, the kid was exhausted, and was covered in sweat and grime.  Randy told him that he couldnÕt have him dirtying his place up with his filth, so heÕd have to stay in the gym.  They got to the gym and Randy offloaded the kid on the weight bench, and the kid yelped, saying his arse still hurt as much as ever.  Randy said heÕd see if he could do anything to help.  He made the kid sit on the flye machine, bare-chested, and after setting the weights at the maximum, he asked if he could restrain the kidÕs hands, Òto stop him jerking about like beforeÓ.  The kid, half dazed still, agreed.  He was sitting on the very edge of the bench, his hole obviously in a lot of pain.  Randy undid the drawstrings, letting them drop to the floor.  The kidÕs sizeable dick was still squashed and bound by the leather contraption, obviously causing him pain.  He grabbed his tackle with one hand, pulling it hard up Òout of the wayÓ, until he was almost lifting the kid off the chair from his crotch.  The kid screamed and Randy slapped him, telling him to grow up.  The kid stopped yelling but was gritting his teeth and sucking air, obviously in a terrible amount of pain.  Randy then grabbed a wire brush about 6 inches long and 2 inches across, with bristles on all sides, and placed it just at the entry to the sphincter.  Gently pushing it in, the jock gasped strongly and instantly went as hard as a rock.  ÒThis will allow me to work on it Ð I just want to widen the entrance a littleÓ Randy said.  He pushed it less than ½ inch in, and the kid went crazy, cock drooling.  ÒLook, man, IÕm going to need to leave it in a few seconds.  IÕll be back in a secÓ  He let go of the kidÕs crotch, so the kid fell back against the chair, wire brush handle rubbing against the seat adjustment.  Sweat poured off his lithe body, pooling under his arsecheecks, making it hard for the kid to balance.  The kid moaned and swore, and said the thing felt terrible.  But Randy left, and went upstairs.

Ten minutes later he came back.  As heÕd expected, the kid was desperate to scratch the itch, and had wiggled around, bumping the brush against the seat adjustment.  Each time he bumped, it went slightly further in, scratched a little, and then stopped.  By the time Randy got back, the kid had managed to cram almost all of the 6 inches of rough steel brush up his tight hole.  He was sweating profusely now, and his dick was going purple from the arousal and irritation of bouncing up and down on the brush as he slid on the chair.

ÒWhoa, buddyÓ Randy said Òwhat have you done?  Now IÕm going to need to take that out!Ó  Randy reached under, and ripped the brush half way out.  The guy screamed, as his tender arse lining was scraped and battered. Sweat rolled off him and pooled on the floor. Randy calmed the kid down, and then continued.  He put on gloves, and smeared hand cream onto one finger.  Gently easing it into the battered hole, he swirled around, to the jockÕs groans of relief and horniness. He kept lathering the hole with the cream, and the jock sighed and groaned more.  ÒOh, man, that feels good.Ó  The jock said.  Randy quickly stopped and pulled away ÒHey, youÕre not getting all faggy on me, are youÓ he asked the aroused jock.  ÒUh, no sir, I was just, I meant it just was relieving the itchÉÓ  Randy gave him a grimace.  ÒI should hope so, cause this looks like fagola damage, and if thatÕs what you do, thatÕs a whole different ball game.Ó  He prodded and swirled in the confused, hot, jockÕs hole.  ÒAahh, no, man, I swear, IÕm not a fuckingÉ uuhhhÉ fagÉÓ.  The kidÕs cock was stiff and leaking.  Randy worked a second finger in, and then a third.  ÒOh, man, fuck, youÕve got to stopÉÓ His cock was throbbing.  ÒSorry?Ó  Randy asked, scooting around to his front, fingers still up the guyÕs virgin arse.  He punched his prostate once more for good measure, and the kid came in fountains.  ÒUh, fuuuuckÉ. IÕm sorryÉ it just came over meÉÓ  Randy looked disgusted.  ÒMore like you came over yourself.  Look, you fags make me sick.  I donÕt know why I offered to do this for you.  Now just quit moaning you little whore and IÕll fix your pussyÉÓ  The kid started blabbering ÒNo, I promise, IÕm notÉÓ but Randy stood up and backhanded him.  ÒLOOK, FAG, I SAID SHUT UP!Ó

He grabbed an old jock from the floor, still sweaty from when heÕd worn it, wiped the cum off his chest with it and shoved it into his mouth.  He took some duct tape and taped over it, sealing the cockjuiced dickrag in.  The kid kept moaning, unintelligibly.  Randy went back to work on his hole, working a fourth finger and then his thumb.  Slowly, he forced his hand forward, until the sphincter opened wide enough to let his palm in with a pop.  He was up to his wrist in the guyÕs manpussy, and the jock was screaming through the gag, tugging at his restraints.  Randy made a fist and pulled back, so the hole was widened to its maximum.  He held it there as the kid thrashed around, finally pulling back until it popped out completely.  ÒQuit moaning, bitch, youÕve had bigger!Ó he spat.  Randy looked at the hole, gleefully noting it was now wide and dilated from his meaty hand.

He then searched around, and found a fat, bulbous buttplug.  Greasing it with some more of the ben gay saturated Vaseline, he stuffed the plug up the dialated hole.  The jock just grunted, his body shaking from the exhaustion and abuse.

ÒWell, boy, that shouldÕve fixed your cunt for the time being.  Ah, almost forgotÓ said Randy, getting a camera ÒI need some photo records for the files.  SmileÉÓ and he clicked away a dozen or so photos of the prone boy Ð his smooth dick and balls, stuffed arse, everything.  The jock was crying.  Having worked up a bit of a sweat, snapping a dozen photos of the prone hunk all trussed up and faggy, he set the camera down, and wiping his sweat off on the kidÕs tank, he continued.  Taunting and abusing the boy about how only dick suckers would get off on this, he massaged the overhorny prick to full erection, and then told him that heÕd Òmake a man out of him yetÓ.

Randy told him that he should wait a while Ð an hour or so, for the arseplug to ÒcureÓ his itch.  Randy went over to a couch at the other end of the room, and turned the TV on, lying watching it, away from the kid.  Soon, the kid heard RandyÕs snores over the TV, and realised heÕd spend the rest of the night trussed up.

Next morning, Randy woke up, and slapped the kid awake.  He apologised for falling asleep, and released his gag.  The kid coughed and choked, and begged to be released.  Randy agreed, once heÕd checked no damage was done.  The kidÕs legs had been planted wide all night, since he couldnÕt balance on his arse on the slippery seat.  He knelt between his spread legs and eased out the buttplug.  It was slimy and gross and stunk, and Randy slipped on a plastic glove and stuck his finger in, hard Ð the sphincter didnÕt even close around it.  Two fingers, then his hand Ð heÕd split the jockÕs arsecunt wide open.  He explained to the kid that the arseplug had ÔaccidentallyÕ loosened him up too much, and heÕd need to keep his hole plugged to avoid any embarrassing accidents.  He told the kid he would find suppositories until the sphincter regained its elasticity Ð in reality just plugging the kid up with a slightly smaller dildo.  He also took off the cock restraints, admiring the gross and deformed package that it had mashed his once proud cock into.  He released the kid and sent him to the showers, enjoying it as the once proud straight jock hobbled, his meaty thighs bent like a rider, steel arse stuffed with a plastic dong, still thinking Randy was Òlooking out for him.Ó

Over the last week of recess, the kid stayed and recovered, although his bruises persisted so he wouldnÕt leave the house.  As well as a rigorous gym routine that Randy made him follow, Randy ÔaskedÕ him to help around the house in exchange for the board Ð in effect making him his mini-slave.  He wore his only other clean clothes Ð the white tank and micro shorts, and did all manner of hard labour Ð digging tree stumps, shearing grass, cleaning windows, so he was exhausted every day and collapsed into bed (and RandyÕs wandering hands and dick when he slept).  Randy also insisted he keep his cock under control, to Òturn the pussy into a manÓ, and devised all sorts of cock and ball toys to keep his scrotum horribly stretched, and dick deep red.  The pain was excruciating.  His dick, meanwhile, was always half hard Ð unable to obtain a full erection because of the lack of skin to slide up the shaft, it was taut and red, the head stretched away from the veiny shaft, throbbing with each heartbeat.  The slightest touch to his crotch would send the jock into spasms. 

Randy was looking forward to making the poor jockÕs humiliation more public Ð say, at his school.  When recess ended, Randy pointed out his bruises were still showing in parts (although faint), and advised him to stay.  The kid was limp now, the fight had gone out of him.  When he walked, and shifted a little weight on his legs, they wobbled from the pain.  ÒWhoa, boy, be carefulÓ said Randy, concerned Òyou donÕt look good at all.Ó  His cute smooth body was drenched with sweat, and his eyes lolled.  He was broken.

ÒNow, boy, for your own good, IÕm going to look after you for a while.  From now on, this is where you stay Ð you live here with me from the minute school ends to the second it starts.  Understand?Ó

The kid mumbled ÒI canÕt É my parents ÉÓ

Randy slapped him, yelling ÒI donÕt care.  Tell them your houseminding with a friend or something, but you come here.  And donÕt you dare say where here is.  Now IÕll make sure youÕve got what you need Ð clothes and shit Ð each day.  You just do as I say and youÕll be a regular All-American jock again in no time.  You trust me, IÕm your friend, right?Ó

The kid shook his head, confused, but said ÒyeahÉÓ.  He rang his parents and left a lame message.

ÒGood.  Now you lie over there, thisÕll be your room from now on.Ó  He pulled in a thin mattress and some sheets into the gym.  The floor was filthy, heÕd be living like a squatter.

The kid went to move and a shooting pain went through his body from his arse Ð a thick dildo was still wedged up there.  He reached around for it instinctively, to pull it out, but he couldnÕt, as his butt was clenched tight around it.

ÒStop that, boyÓ Randy said Òthat comes out when I say so.  Now lie down and sleep!Ó

The next morning, after much crying, the kid headed off to school, which was only about a block away.  His school didnÕt have a uniform.  He was wearing a tight white tank top under which you could easily see his swollen nipples, and a pair of tight blue bike pants, that rode up his crack, against a thick butt plug, and painfully squashed his big dick against his encased balls.  No jocks.  No shoes.  The pair of shorts were very low riding, so that when he moved his arms up, you could see his lower abs and the top of his near hairless crotch.  Aside from his books, which Randy told him to carry at his sides at all times, he had a pager which Randy gave him.  ÒYou do whatever it saysÓ, Randy said.

At school, he got a few laughs, but being a big jock, not many.  People just figured it was something to do with gym, or training.  Then, midway though his first class, he got a message  ÒFor each class, sit in the front row, with your legs open as wide as possible.  Spend at least 5 minutes each class scratching your balls.Ó

The kid sweated over it for the rest of the class.  Everyone had there usual seats Ð heÕd have to swap with a nerd to get a front seat.  Then, to expose himself like thatÉfuck.

The next class was geography.  He told one of the kids that sat on the side that he couldnÕt see the board, and to fuck off out of the seat.  The wimp scurried away.  He sat there, widening his legs a little, until they were wide as he could comfortably get them.  Much to the (gay) geography teacherÕs delight, the hunk sat in class, legs spread, scratching his balls, for ages.  For the next few classes he did the same.  Randy wasnÕt around.  Other kids were beginning to whisper.  So, in fourth period, he took his usual seat, and sat normally.  About 5 minutes into period, he got a message ÒGet your arse to the bathrooms NOWÓ

He went, and there in the bathrooms was Randy.  Randy locked the door, and grabbed the hunk.  ÒI didnÕt see you in that class sitting as I said, boy!Ó  The jock tried some bravado ÒLook, you canÕt just ÉÓ  Randy grabbed him by the crotch and squeezed tilÕ the kid fell down.  Someone outside the door said ÒYou ok in there?Ó  Randy whispered Òtell them you slipped.Ó Still gripping.  The kid whimpered ÒUh, yeah, I slipped.  IÕll be right.Ó

Randy let go.  The kid leaned on a sink, breathing heavily.  ÒLook, man, you forgot your jock at my place.  Next class is gym.  You donÕt want to be embarrassed changing naked in the gym, do you?Ó

The kid was puzzled by RandyÕs thoughtfulness.  Randy handed him a clean white jock, and a small canvas bag. ÒShuck your pants down and put the jock on now, whilst no-oneÕs looking.  Then at gym, change into the clothes in the bag, ok.Ó  The jock asked ÒcanÕt I just train in theseÓ.  ÒNoÓ Randy said Òyou wouldnÕt want to spoil your regular clothes, now.Ó  The kid frowned, not daring to look in the bag in front of Randy.  He slowly shucked his bike pants off.  His cock sprung up, half hard, and Randy gave it a squeeze.  The kid fell on his arse, sending another wave of pain up his chute.  Randy helped him out of the legs of the pants, and gently pulled the buttplug out.  His hole felt open and very wide.  Randy massaged the tender arselips, and the jock grunted.  Then he slipped on the jock.  It was a classic jock Ð straps at the back, which framed his exposed hole Ð and a pouch at the front.  The jock was also small Ð so small that it barely stayed on.  He could only get it on by pushing his dick down hard, and sliding it over.  The waistband sat on the dickroot and his haunches, just above his crack.  The pouch barely stretched over the dick, and his balls made it bulge out, the fabric resting about an inch clear of the skin. It was obvious that he was nearly hairless except a ridiculous neat patch of pubes, from the jock.  The kid began to sob again.

ÒLook, fucker, IÕve got to break you down to build you up.  ItÕs for your own good.  Now put these back on and get back to class.  And remember Ð spread those legs!Ó

When the jock had the bike pants half way up, Randy pushed him over, so he fell on his arse.  As the kid struggled, he unlocked the door, and left, leaving the door wide open.  As the kid got back on his feet and pulled the bike pants the rest of the way up, half a dozen juniors walked by, laughing at a senior jock struggling to get his pants on, dick in high relief.

Once they were on, the horrified jock realised that the arseplug was still in the room. He couldnÕt leave it or someone would find it.  It wouldnÕt take long for them to figure out whose it was.  Quickly, he wrapped the huge dildo in toilet paper, and shoved it in the canvas bag.  The small bag bulged out, dick shaped, but there was nothing he could do.  He barrelled back to class, and spent the rest of it, legs spread, dreading gym class.

The jock was usually the first to gym, but today he was the last.  He slunk into the changerooms when there was almost no-one left.  Slowly, he opened the bag, and looked inside.  His top was a blue wifebeater, cut low so he was mostly exposed Ð including his nipples if the straps slipped any.  The shorts Ð white, unlined, and big, with a tight waistband.  He put them on, and looked in the mirror.  The wifebeater hung off his tight muscles, revealing every sinew of his torso.  The shorts sat high on his waist, like a boxer.  Not so bad.  But then, he noticed the shorts were translucent.  With the band so high, you could easily see the jocks underneath, his arsecrack, and big hole.  Worse, if he sat down, the wide leg openings would give everyone else a clear view up his leg, to his semi-exposed balls. There were gym shoes (no socks), and a small tin of Vaseline.  A note said Òsmear some on your hole and nipples, to stop them chafingÓ.  He did.  It was the same Vaseline/Ben gay compound heÕd used before.  As he finished smearing it on his wide hole, the coach came in, and caught him, finger up his hole. ÒYou can play with yourself at home, but in my time, get on the gym floor.Ó  The hunk reluctantly joined his friends on the gym floor.

When he ran out, he realised that Uriah was in his gym class, and UriahÕs friend.  When they saw him, they grinned widely.  This was going to be tough.