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(Mm, nc, rp, v, oral, anal, tor) *** Author Note: This story is (c) Copyright 2006, by mickmack. All World Wide Rights Reserved. The story below is the completed tale of a totally fictional event. Your feedback would be greatly appreciated. It is gay erotica and is intended to be read by persons who are 18 years of age or older, and by persons that enjoy gay erotica. The material covered in this story and all other accompanying parts of this story are fictional. Any similarities to persons living or dead are pure coincidence. Please send your comments to: mickmack999@yahoo.com.au *** Part One ======== I'm bored... In fact, now I'm fuckin' bored! Fuckin' bored shitless and pissed off. Angry as hell, to tell you the truth!!! Bored because it's only about 7:30pm, and I'm livid with rage. Why? Because I've just wasted a huge load of my precious thick creamy juices, my delicious tasting manly spunk, way too early this evening. It was like I'd just suddenly pre-maturely ejaculated, or something embarrassing like that, blasting my load uncontrollably down the faggot's violently gagging throat before I even got a good mouth-fucking motion and rhythm started. And as I glared angrily into the frightened green eyes of the tall sinewy 17 year old blond haired youth kneeling naked and trembling before me, his wrists cuffed securely behind his back, I shifted restlessly in my old couch chair, remembering all the perverted things I'd had planned for this pathetic, cringing piece of shit. Now though, seated slouched back in my chair, the flesh of my naked pale sweaty buttock sticking and clinging to the old leather upholstery, I shake my head in anguished frustration as I slowly steady my breathing. Most of the time I'm bursting with pent up sexual energy, energy that will last me through the whole night and half the next day before I need to seriously rest up. And usually my mind's jam-packed with cruel torturous visions, sadistic sexual fantasies that I turn into reality as I explore and enjoy the trembling submissive naked bodies of the many stupid trusting naïve teenage hitchhikers I pick up on any given night when I'm filled with the unstoppable urge. But I'm tired now, and I gotta rest up, get my vigour back so that I can punish this arsehole of a kid who just witnessed and tasted my shame. I know I'll be alright in about 10 minutes, but that's not the point. To be honest, humiliatingly, it's been happening way too often lately. And for this faggot to have observed first-hand my shame, my embarrassment, well, that won't do at all. No, not at all! So I'll think up something that will make sure the cunt knows his place, knows that I'm the boss here. I'll think of something that's totally degrading, something that's so disgustingly vile and painful, something that will at least add that extra sensual spice to my ever waning lusts and desires throughout the night. Something extra special that will have this young kid screaming in agony for blessed mercy at the top of his lungs. But for the moment, I'll just teach him a quick lesson now. Just a little one, so he knows what the rest of the night's going to be like, and what will be expected of him. Part Two ======== He was a fine looking teenager. A strapping young lad at 17 years of age, Tyler was 5' 11" in height, a tall youth for a boy his age. Tyler had a smooth muscular hairless chest, large pinkish-brown pouting nipples and a lean taut stomach, and a youthful boyish yet masculine face. Of course, the young teenager thoroughly enjoyed the quickly cast glances of girls his same age, and the sometimes envious and jealous stares of his school peers at Redcliffe High. Always well-groomed, with short ear-length blond hair parted in the centre, a long wavy fringe that covered his bright green eyes at times, he'd strutted around town on long limber legs and smile arrogantly at anyone who looked in his direction. A straight A's student, an accomplished all-round sports achiever, especially excelling in swimming and baseball, Tyler found his teenage years to be a marvellous and exciting time. Like all young teenagers his age, he found his hormones were running wild, nearly uncontrollable at times. As a result, if his current slut of a girlfriend didn't put out for him or was unavailable, Tyler would find himself incessantly masturbating whenever he could in the privacy of his bedroom. His secret pride though, was his rather thick 5" uncircumcised flaccid penis, which when fully erect, measured 6½". He loved to watch and feel the long fleshy length of his very sensitive foreskin quickly retract and peel back off his large mushroom shaped knob as he got rock hard, fascinated by the pearly clear drops of pre-cum that oozed and seeped out of his piss slit. And his large smooth walnut sized testicles. His greatest enjoyment was to cup and fondle and caress his bloated scrotal sac as he took his time slowly jerking up and down the length of his thick meaty cock. Tyler thanked the powers that be, that he had been born with such a beautiful silky smooth looking cock and an ample set of plump hairless balls. Tyler, who at 17 appeared to have everything going for him, also felt he was invulnerable, with no competition amongst his peers to challenge his manliness. And so it was, on a hot and humid evening, Tyler found himself stumbling out of a friend's 18th birthday party at 1 in the morning. Feeling completely drunk and high as a kite on pot, Tyler didn't hesitate in accepting a ride from a rather bulky, steely eyed unshaven old man, who'd stopped and offered to drop the young man off at his home. Part Three ========== Fucking hell, thought the fag was supposed to be a tough macho guy, able to take care of himself! I mean, what a fucking waste of time! The way he spoke so highly of himself, as if he were Mike Tyson, when I first picked him up to give him a lift that late evening three months ago. Got him home, and at the first sign of a little bit of pain, and he instantly starts simpering like a wimp, blubbering away like a little kid who just got a tanning on his backside. Although, he's got a good set of lungs on him, I'll grant him that. The way he screams and hollers pitifully whenever I poke him with the small hand-held tazer gun. Or how he yells pathetically at the top of his lungs whenever I start beating him savagely all over his body with the rubber truncheon. Gotta admit, it really excites me and makes my cock stiffen rock hard whenever the young lad starts groveling and promising me he'll be a good fag if I stop torturing him. Probably the only reason I've chosen to keep him with me. It's just a shame he ain't got no gumption about him, able to take the daily floggings I give him like a real man. Oh well, not to worry. At least he looks more attractive to me now, ever since I ran the hair clippers and razor blade over every inch of his body, including his head. Looks smooth as a baby's bottom now, and I can now properly see where all the bruises my fists have made are on his lovely body, which is exactly how I like it. Also, I like the way he's become a decent, if not expert cock sucker since I invited him to stay with me. And the way he makes his well used stretched boy-pussy squeeze and massage the full length of my plunging throbbing cock really tightly whenever I'm fucking him. And tonight! Well, have I got a lovely exciting surprise for him. A special fancy dress party in his honour, where we'll both dress up in clothes I've already selected and layout, especially for this evening. After I've bathed him and scrubbed his tall lean naked body all squeaky clean, I'll dress him in his Cub Scouts uniform, just so he can show off his brand new neckerchief, leather woggle, tight little shorts and cute Cub Scout cap. Also, it'll be interesting to see if the new pair of very small and skimpy Sponge Bob jockey briefs will fit over his firm muscled hips. And me? Well, I'm going to dress up as his Chief Scout Master! Dib, Dib, Dib! Dob, Dob, Dob! Part Four ========= Tyler didn't see the look of rapture on the old man's unshaven face as, in a slurring intoxicated voice, he drunkenly told his unknown driver just how much of a well-known young stud he was, of how many women he'd laid in the last few months, and how he didn't take any shit from nobody. The tall young teenager could hardly see through his blurred and doubled vision, how the large balding man cast quick glances his way, especially at his crotch, licking his thick rubbery lips in lust as he listened to Tyler babble on about how he could drink anyone under the table, that he never suffered from hangovers, not like all of the other fucked up losers he partied with. In fact, within 10 minutes of getting into the car, as Tyler garbled on, he couldn't stop himself from slumping back into the passenger seat and drifting off into a deep alcoholic and drug induced slumber. Tyler, fast asleep, and loudly snoring, was totally unaware that the silent leering old man, after leaving the main road leading into town an hour and a half earlier, was now just pulling up in front of an old weather-beaten rundown farmstead, nearly invisible in the pitch black of the late evening. But Tyler did suddenly jerk violently into instant consciousness as an agonising jolt of electricity flashed through his tall lean body, making him spasm repeatedly and shudder uncontrollably. Then Tyler again yelped in agony as searing pain raked his body. And as he came fully awake, a look of utter astonishment and rising fear plastered on his young handsome grimacing face, he tried desperately to work out what was happening to him. Tyler's still inebriated and drugged mind finally registered what was happening to him. He watched appalled as the old man, laughing and yelling incoherently down at him, repeatedly jabbed the tazer he held in his left hand at Tyler's jeans covered crotch and then poke it all over the boy's chest, stomach, legs and arms. Suddenly Tyler found himself vomiting all over himself, his muscles cramped up in agony, tears and snot running down his face and off his chin. And to Tyler's horror, the old man, cackling loudly in his excited lust filled state, grinning idiotically with a manic leer stretched across his unshaven bloated face, then leaned over him and rained down heavy punches upon the defenceless teenager's confused horror-struck face. Tyler, unable to fend off the savage brutal punches and the constant jab of the tazer, tried to cringe back in deepening fear and excruciating agony as the old man continued to beat upon his face, chest and stomach. As the clenched fist continued to batter his face, he felt both of he's now badly bruised eyes nearly swell shut, both his lips split and spatter blood all over himself, and his button topped freckled nose explode in pain as blood shot out of it. Finally Tyler felt himself slip into semi- consciousness, being unable to ward off the heavy blows lashing his body and face, and shuddering from wave after waves of seizures brought on by the constant poking of the hand-held tazer gun. Vaguely aware but unable to do anything about it as he lay there semi-conscious, mumbling incomprehensibly, the youth sensed the old man getting out of the car, then felt his huge calloused hands gripping him under both his armpits as he dragged Tyler's badly battered and bleeding limp body towards the old farmstead. Part Five ========= God damn, having one of those days today. Looked in the full length mirror at my naked body earlier this morning, and winced as I realised just how much weight I've recently put on. As it is, I ain't the most attractive person to look at anyway, what with my short stubby body standing tall at only 5' 5", so this extra weight ain't boosting my ego one bit. I suppose being a short balding bastard shouldn't worry me that much, but this tub-of-lard I'm wearing is really starting to piss me off. I mean, I've always had a small round pot belly, even as a kid, but lately it's starting to expand, not just out front, but on either side of me, and especially on my hips. Add to that I'm as hairy as a bear all over, have three flabby chins instead of one, and I perspire incessantly. Well, as you can imagine, it ain't a pretty picture. And them fucking dentures of mine. Why the hell did I have to go accidentally step on them? Bad enough I only got two of my remaining teeth on my bottom row of gums, and the top lot are slowly rotting away, or chipped beyond repair. Lord knows what I must look like when I'm smiling at anyone. Scare the living crap out of them. Honest, take one look at me, and you know how Urban Legends are started. Oh well, not much I can do about it at the moment, anyway. Probably over-reacting as I usually do when I'm not happy with myself. Anyway, won't be going into town for another two months or so, as I've made sure we're fully stocked up for the winter, with all the supplies and surplus we need. But maybe I can do something about my weight, by getting the fag kid to cut down on how much he cooks for me. When I ain't got him sucking my dick, or slamming it up his pussy, or thinking up some new sadistic torture to inflict on his lithe young naked body, I usually got him cleaning the joint and cooking all my meals. Pity his such a terrible cook though. Don't know how many times I've had to thrash him cause of the shit his served up to me in the past. His getting better, but I doubt he'll ever make a decent pastry chef or chef's apprentice. Now don't get me wrong. I don't give a shit what that young shit-face thinks or feels about me or how much weight I'm putting on anyway. All his gotta to do is make sure he runs that faggot tongue of his over every crevasse of my body, and be grateful I don't cut it out of his mouth if he doesn't do a great job. Part Six ======== "Do you want to live, fag?" "Yes Daddy!" replied Tyler quickly, stammering in a broken frightened voice. "Then slide a hand into them girlie knickers of yours, and get yourself all nice and hard for me... you know the fucking drill, fag!" came the ominously impatient demand. It was the same humiliating routine. Had been ever since Tyler had been carried semi- conscious, mumbling incoherently, into the old man's bedroom. Now Tyler, his tall lean finely muscled body quivering as he meekly stood at attention, wearing nothing more than his old pair of very skimpy tightly fitting jockey briefs, sobbed softly again, moaning in despair as he listened to his vicious rapist's demands. Tyler's face, all battered, bruised and bloodied, and burning bright crimson red from the utter shame and degradation from what was once again expected of him, immediately slid his left hand inside the tight snug urine and sperm stained pouch of his unwashed underwear. And hanging his shaved bald head in shame, Tyler, choking back tears and snivelling as quietly as possible, tentatively reached behind himself and slid his right hand down the back of his underwear, obediently spreading his bubble-butted buttocks wide apart with his thumb and little finger. Then, as he began to quickly slide the long supple length of his smooth silky foreskin up and down the thick shaft of his limp penis, Tyler inserted the three middle fingers of his right hand all the way up into his red raw and bruised anus and began to rapidly finger fuck himself. Tyler's stiffening cock, once fully erect, tented and stretched the thin yellow stained cotton fabric of his filthy undies out vertically from his groin. The shame- faced sobbing teenager then slowly pushed his jockey briefs down his smooth muscled thighs a few inches, tucking the front of the elastic waist band under his surprisingly large hairless balls, and slid the back of them down off his firm, creamy white bubble butt cheeks. "Looking real good there, fag! Real good indeed! Dick's nice and stiff. Now why don't you smile up real big and start really jerking off for me, just like the faggot whore you really are... And make it look real sexy as you finger fuck yourself even harder, boy!" Tyler, his blackened and badly swollen eyes squinting painfully from the blinding bright light shining directly into his battered face, looked timidly in the direction of where the harsh contemptuous voice was coming from. The intense brilliance of the single illuminating spotlight lit up the naked form of the frightened teenager, outlining his tall muscular, youthful body, as well as the many black and blue bruises that covered his entire torso and inner thighs. Tyler, choking back another sob, instantly began humping and thrusting his hips back and forth as he slowly masturbated himself with one hand, and rammed three fingers of his other hand up his stretched anus as hard as he could. "Yeah! Real nice... Do it real slow and sexy like, boy! Don't want you shooting all your dick juices too quickly now, do we? Besides, got us all night for you to entertain me, haven't we, faggot?" And Tyler, quickly nodding his head in silent shameful agreement, trying desperately to halt the flow of tears from running down his bruised and bloodied face, obeyed the lewd command, slowly stroking his erect penis and finger fucking himself as erotically as he could. "Very good! Yes indeed! But why aren't you smiling real happy like, faggot? I mean, I know you love doing this, so I shouldn't have to keep telling you what to do every fucking time. Especially if you really want to stay alive a bit longer, you fucking whore!" Obediently, Tyler forced himself to smile painfully through bloodied swollen and split lips, a tortured smile that showed where three of the teenager's teeth were missing, a sad resigned smile aimed in the direction of the shadow concealed figure reclining comfortably somewhere behind the blinding glare of the spotlight, sipping contentedly on a beer. Part Seven ========== You gotta admire how quickly young men adapt to new unexpected situations. I mean, just take a look at my fag, and then tell me to my face that I'm not right. Just take one look at the way he sashays around the kitchen in those high heeled stilettos, his long smooth muscled legs looking so sexy and sensual in those pair of white nylon stockings his wearing. Just watch how he minces and shakes those firm hips of his from side to side, those tight frilly crotch-less knickers wedged all the way up his arse cheeks, and the way he wobbles his tissue paper-filled size C cup bra at me as he serves me up my dinner. Take one look at him as he smiles like a whore, blowing kisses and cooing as he pours me my beer and then quickly gets under the kitchen table on his hands and knees between my spread legs, taking my hard cock into his mouth to suck me off as I eat my dinner, should quite satisfactorily prove my point. A real shame he's shaking all over, and flinches and cringes every time I look at him, but that's all part of his training. It's what makes him so he's very obedient and subservient. When you consider it's only been 10 months since his been with me, loving me the way I like it, and loving the way I hurt and torture him whenever I want, well, it just goes to show you how easy and how little effort it takes to create your own cock loving, cock sucking faggot. How easy you ask? Just think back to when I first picked him up, supposedly all macho and masculine. A real man's man. Well, before I could even really beat the shit out of him and start his training as my new personal faggot whore, he'd already rolled onto his back, spread his legs as wide as he could, blubbering away with streams of tears pouring down his face, begging me to fuck his tight boy-pussy. You gotta laugh! Funny how life doesn't always work out the way you expect it to. Sometimes it's even better than you expect. Of course, it pissed me off at the time, but I can't help it if I'm Mr Nice Guy. Well, as you know, I gave him the benefit of the doubt, and still beat him and tortured him regardless. I'm actually surprised 10 months have gone by so quickly, let alone the whore is still with me. Usually I'm rid of them within 3 or 4 weeks, as they tend to get used up real fast, and who wants to fuck a lose sloppy boy-pussy anyway. Yuck! But somehow, against my better judgment, this faggot is still around, trying his damnedest to please me. But I gotta say, I can't see him staying around too much longer. Maybe another month or two, and then he's out. Part Eight ========== "Do you want to live, faggot?" the words still rang through Tyler's terrified mind, a horrible morbid question he'd heard every day for the last 12 months, forcing Tyler to do whatever was necessary to stay alive. The old bald man stared down and watched avidly as Tyler's swollen, bloodied and split lips slid swiftly up and down his thick 8" throbbing cock. "Very nice! More suction though, fag! And watch them teeth too, or what's left of them, you fucking faggot whore! Come on, do it properly. More spit, slut! Use your cute pointy tongue more. Yeah, that's it... Tickle my piss slit, girlie boy. Now take my dick all the way down your throat, faggot!" the old man commanded, enjoying another magnificent blow job. And as he stared down into Tyler's battered and bruised face, he began moving his fat hairy hips back and forth, soaking in the view of the submissive youth, naked on his knees, slurping up and down the full length of his ready to burst cock. The old man reveled in the fact that the very sight of him standing over Tyler's naked kneeling body filled the frightened boy with utter dread and terror. The old man knew Tyler was completely beaten, totally intimidated by him. Terrified that he might start torturing him once again with the tazer, or start beating him up brutally again, just for the fun of it. Still the knowledge he'd totally broken this tall young handsome youth all those month's ago nearly caused the old man to once again pre-maturely ejaculate powerfully into Tyler's sucking mouth. The old man closed his eyes, calming himself, forcing the young boy to slow down sucking his dick. And as he stood there, his heavy breathing returning to normal, he recalled how the badly beaten teenager had quickly strip off before him, dropped to his knees without any hesitation. More remarkable to the old man's warped mind was the fact the young boy had then let him handcuff his wrists behind his back. Once again the old man nearly shot his load as he again remembered how Tyler, crying uncontrollably, watched as the old man had dropped his pants that very first time, lowering them past his knees and sitting down in his old leather lounge chair. Then how he'd ordered Tyler to lean his blond head forward and start planting loud wet sloppy kisses all over his unwashed uncircumcised erection. The old man remembered how Tyler, sobbing in pain and sniffling, had meekly licked and kissed up and down his long rigid cock shaft, before obediently sucking the full length of the old man's thick penis into his mouth. Again the old man remembered how, to his utter surprise, he'd suddenly exploded down Tyler's throat. Yes, he remembered just how angry he'd become. Eventually that night, he'd taken his fury out on the boy, brutally and savagely beating him until the old man once again felt his penis stiffen, ready to be serviced by the then nearly unconscious bloodied youth. But that was 12 month's ago, and now the old man knew how to stall his orgasms, how to make the young boy work his cock with his mouth and arsehole, without him coming straight away. Now Tyler's swollen and split lips sent slivers of pure agony lancing from his beaten face to his overwrought brain, as he forced himself to slide them tenderly yet firmly up and down the old man's very thick 8" erect penis. The muscles of his jaw ached abominably, his constricting throat, scraped red-raw and bruised, tried to close up, gagging the boy repeatedly as it automatically tried futilely to halt the man's thick cock repeatedly plunging passed his tonsils. "Oh, that's so good, fag! So fucking good!" The cruel old man murmured contently as Tyler continued to suck his dick. Loud slurping sounds reverberated around the room they were in, echoing obscenely, ever reminding Tyler of what he was being forced to do. Suddenly the man slid his throbbing leaking cock out of Tyler's tightly sucking mouth. "That was nice bitch, but I don't want to waste my first load of the evening shooting it down your cock sucking throat!" he announced as he peered into Tyler's silently pleading black and blue, swollen eyes. "So why don't you get down on your back, lift them long pretty legs of yours high up into the air and spread them as wide apart as you can for me! I mean, that's if you still want to stay alive, whore?" The old man sneered, watching closely again at the resignation etched across the badly beaten youth's face. "I mean, you still want to live, don't you, faggot?" the old man asked again, raising his fists casually in front of the terrified boy's face. And Tyler, even after a whole long year, and still gripped by an overwhelming sense of utter despair and futility, answered softly, choking back an onset of tears as he hung his head in shame. "Yes, Daddy! I still want to live! Please Daddy! I'll do anything you want!" Part None ========= I think the fag knows something's up. He's been trying too damned hard lately to make me feel really good, doing things that even made me blush with shame. Only yesterday he was lying on his back, completely spread-eagled, quickly humping and thrusting his buttocks and hips off the ground, and begging me in a desperate little girly voice to beat him up, fuck him and play with his erect cock and large hairless balls. I mean, that wouldn't have ordinarily surprised me, considering I've been making him do that since the first day I brought him home. It's just usually he really has to concentrate hard to get his prick hard and stiff, and his usually got a terrified look on his face if he takes too long getting an erection. Yesterday however, he's cock's instantly rock hard, leaking pre-cum and all, and his smiling like a whorish little boy dying to be brutally raped. Needless to say I obliged him, and again was amazed at how much he ejaculated as I masturbated him really hard before fucking him as hard as I could. And today, the way he bounced up and down on my lap this morning, hugging me tightly as we faced each other, with his long legs dangling on either side of my huge hips. And as I passionately but savagely tongued out the spit from his open eager mouth, he couldn't stop thanking me enough for making him my faggot whore, planting huge wet kisses all over my face and chest and shoulders as he frantically fucked himself up and down my throbbing cock. Maybe he's picked up the vibes from me that I'm finally losing interest in him, and trying everything to regain my attention. I mean, it's been 14 months now, and I definitely need a change. Fact is, I need some new meat, a new young man who's truly terrified of me and will react in outright horror when I start torturing and sexually abusing him. Someone who will respond spontaneously to the shame and humiliation I inflict on him. Well, it don't matter none for this young one. Not anymore. I've made up my mind, and tomorrow night I'll finally be rid of him. Yeah, I'll miss him, I can't lie about that! And after our earlier fuck session today, I reckon it's going to be a lot harder than ever to say goodbye to him. Part Ten ======== Tyler slowly opened his eyes and gazed fearfully around the small softly lit room in confusion. Totally disoriented, he looked down at the clean white sheets that were tucked firmly but comfortably over his body, then realised with shock he appeared to be wearing a full length white gown. And as he turned his head to look at the two figures seated next to him, he stared in stunned disbelief, then blinked in amazement as he recognised his mother and father looking down at him with tears of relief in their large loving eyes. Tyler, afraid that he was dreaming and that he would wake up any moment to find his long shaved muscled legs hanging over the hairy shoulders of the sadistic old man while he slid his huge stiff cock up the boy's stretched anus, lay in the hospital bed unmoving, too frightened to believe that this was true. But as his mother reached out and gently took Tyler's trembling hand in her warm soft hands, the boy suddenly found unstoppable tears of joy streaming down his face. And before he knew it, as his chest heaved and shuddered from the sudden knowledge he was somehow now safe, that the nightmare was over, and that somehow he'd survived, Tyler reached up and hugged both his parents as tightly as he could. The End? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 49