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I saw him every day on my walk through. He was short, blond and built like a brick shit house. His pecs burst through his thin, ripped tee. He had broad shoulders and a heavy, round, muscled ass. I guessed his age to be around twenty-two.
I wanted him.
I could tell he was cocky. He was one of those stud boys who would strut his stuff when he knew you were looking at him. He was a tease.
Because he was an apprentice, the seasoned carpenters would give him the scut work. On Fridays, he would always be the last one out. It was his responsibility to clean the site.
I decided it was time to have him. I began my preparations. I could hardly sleep at night, working out different hot scenarios.
Finally I was ready.
At 3:00, just before everyone left for the day, I went to the foreman with some trumped-up business of needing extra clean-up around the site. Of course, the boy was told to do it all.
At 5:00, well after everyone else had gone, I went down stairs to the undercroft with a small cooler. The boy was working, shirt off, gleaming with sweat, wearing his customary slashed jeans which allowed more than a small glimpse of his plaid boxer shorts, thighs, and knees.
Acting chummy, I greeted him and explained that I had come back to see how he was doing. I felt bad about giving him the extra work and had brought a six-pack. I asked him if he would he like a cold one?
He readily accepted and I reached into the cooler and popped two bottle tops. He did not notice that the beer I gave him was already open, nor did he know that it had an added, special ingredient.
At first he was just sleepy, but within a minute or two he realized that something was wrong. I helped him walk over to a chair. I was thrilled to feel his sweaty body against mine as I supported him. He decided he must be sick; he could hardly move. I offered to call an ambulance. I went to the kitchen and trumped up a false phone conversation. I assured him that an ambulance was on its way. Within 5 minutes he was out cold.
The drug I had given him ensured a heavy sleep for 4-6 hours. Once I was sure he was well out of it, I went around the building and locked the doors. I jammed the panic hardware so that the doors would not open, even with a key.
Then, after checking on my unconscious stud, I went to the unused class room where I had hidden my paraphernalia. It took several trips. I set up the video equipment, the photo camera with the remote "porno cord", and inflated the queen-sized mattress. I rolled my charge onto the mattress, then set up the lights to spotlight my prize. He was blissfully unconscious. I turned on the video camera and joined him on the mattress. I felt him up, running my hands all over his body, thrilled to know that while unconscious, he was completely helpless. Then I slowly removed his jeans and boxer shorts, leaving him with only his work boots and socks on.
He was all that I had imagined. I slowly and lovingly fondled his privates and buttocks, and rolled him over to get a good close look at his wonderful ass. His buttocks had the roundest, thickest muscles I had ever seen. I had intended to start on his nipples, but my planes changed. I was dizzy with desire. I tucked a pillow under his crotch to raise him, spreading his relaxed legs wide apart. Kneeling between his shapely thighs I glimpsed the shadowy depths of his ass crack. I leaned closer, and closer. I smelled the musk rising from his crack. I could smell his sweat. These smells put me over the edge. I lowered my face to him, kissing and licking his superb butt, worked my spit into his damp crack and zeroed in on his tight little rosebud.
I kissed it. I licked it in slow circular motions. I deeply penetrated him with my tongue. He was silent and unconscious during the next thirty minutes. Methodically I devoured his ass; reamed him with my eager tongue; feasted within his musky cleft. Finally I stopped, not because I was tired of his glorious ass, but because I had other things to finish.
I licked all over his body, familiarizing myself with its tastes. I rolled him over to lick his chest, armpits, crotch, scrotum, and penis. I worked and chewed on his nipples.
Still fully clothed, I lay on top of him and kissed his face and lips. Spreading his thighs, I pressed my groin against his. I dry-humped him while forcing my tongue into his slack mouth and French-kissed him. My cock was rock hard, trapped in the cloth of my Levi's as I ground against his naked body. I used the remote to take a few snapshots.
It was time to get naked. I tore off my clothes and got back on top of him. For a long time, I enjoyed rubbing my body all over the naked, gorgeous boy toy, knowing that there was no intimacy he could deny me. I loved the feel of his skin against my naked body, my rigid prick poking at his fuzzy blond groin. I took some shots of this as well.
Then I posed us for a few more shots. First a fellatio shot; I lifted his head and stuck my dick in his loose mouth, rubbing my penis against his gums and tongue. The second pose was that of analingus; I swung around and sat on his face, spreading my buttocks to plant my anus right on his lips. I squirmed and writhed as I imagined him being forced to service my ass. I imagined him lapping at my butt, driving me into ecstasy.
After a while, I had another idea for some great photo poses. I took his heavy leather tool belt and put it on. Then I took a pair of handcuffs and dog collar I had brought (for later), cuffed his wrists together in front of him and put on the dog collar with a heavy leash. I sat him up, holding his shoulders to keep him upright, then stepped through the circle of his arms, facing away from him, and hooked the cuffs to the front buckle of the utility belt I was wearing. This made it look as though he was sitting up, gripping my waist. His lolling head was just a few inches from my ass. Pulling on the leash, I drew his face to my buttocks and guided his mouth to my anus. While posing sensually, I took photos as I unobtrusively held his head in place with the dog leash. These shots made it appear as though he was sitting between my legs and eagerly devouring my butt as I spread my ass and writhed in ecstasy. Then, for good measure, I turned around, re-cuffed his arms, and made it out to look like he was hugging me while sucking my dick.
By this time, I was so hot I nearly shot in his mouth. But it was not in my plans to do this so soon and I withdrew. His body flopped back down on the mattress.
He had been out for 3 hours. It was time to pop his cherry. I rolled him over and propped his hips up. After lubricating a finger, I slid it into him. He was like butter. Eagerly, I lubed my cock and slowly pushed my into him. His anus offered no resistance. I slid easily through his sphincter until the entire length of my cock was in him. His virgin interior felt like wet silk clinging to my throbbing member. Slowly and lovingly, I worked my iron-hard cock in and out of his ass, fucking him in a slow, grinding circular motion. Helpless and relaxed, his ass welcomed me like pussy would. He was my fuck boy, my butt slave. I added lube frequently so as not to abrade his tender, virgin ass flesh. The butch blond construction stud lay there, face down, thighs and buttocks spread wide as I dominated his sweet, virile, athletic body and degrading his masculinity.
This scene was making me so hot that I had to stop for a few minutes. It was almost time to cum - but not quite. There was one final degradation.
Trembling, I opened my duffel bag and took out the cheerleader's outfit. It was difficult, but I managed to slip the sweater with its built-in falsies over his torso. I then pulled the pleated skirt up his masculine legs fitting it on his narrow hips. I placed the blond curly wig on his head and applied garish lipstick and rouge to his handsome face. His little blond mustache looked wonderfully incongruous with the red lipstick on his mouth.
I then put on my costume: shoulder pads, jersey, jock strap, white socks and cleeted football shoes.
After repositioning the video camera for a better angle, I arranged his unconscious form to look feminine and demure: knees together, both to one side; hands clasped together on one side of his head which was turned coyly away. The scene was set. I jumped onto the bed and grabbed his wrists, forcing them to the mattress. Then, making it appear as rape, I French kissed his painted mouth while feeling up his "tits" and placed my hand up his skirt. I roughly pushed his skirt up to expose his crotch to the camera. I then lifted his legs high and bent them back toward his head, spreading his ass pussy, placing it in a good mounting angle. Once face to face with my victim, I put my hard dick against his slick boy twat and entered him. I fucked him hard, raping him as I pinned him to the mattress.
After several minutes, I could wait no longer. With a shout of triumph I came, pumping his sweet virgin ass full of my hot white seed. I came for quite a long time. Afterwards, I lay there with my dick in him, savoring the feeling as I softened in his wet, buttery rectum.
I cleaned him up and looked at my watch. He would be out for about another hour or two, but I wanted to take no chances.
It was time to tie him to the scaffold and wait for him to wake up. While bound, gagged, and blindfolded, he would be my sex toy a second time. He would be forced to enjoy it, this time while wide awake.
He awakened. No one could hear his muffled yells through the gag
I adjusted the focus on the video camera.
Frame: Naked, muscular youth facing camera bound spread-eagled to the x-brace of scaffold. The X-brace crossed over the small of his back. His tool belt, festooned with lewd sex toys, binds him to the brace in the middle while his wrists, forearms, ankles and calves are bound tightly to the four corners with soft rope. His sex dangles limply from a thatch of blond pubic hair. Behind him, within the scaffold, stands a full length, three-way dressing mirror. This allows every detail of the marvelous smooth melons of his ass to be seen. Another mirror is propped between his legs on the floor. The mirror is angled is such a way at to show his tightly clenched anus. Halogen work lamps bathe him in brilliant light.
I zoomed in slowly until his body filled the frame. I then added a special touch: I moved the TV so that he could see what the camera was recording.
Finally I approached him, feasting my eyes on his magnificent body.
As my hands touched him he redoubled his efforts to escape. Except for the violent thrashing of his head he could do nothing while I lewdly groped him, massaged his ass crack, pinched his nipples and squeezed his scrotum.
Then, while kneeling in front of him, I performed fellatio on him. I slipped my finger up his rectum to massage his prostate. Oh how he struggled. It was some time before his cock began to harden. but the relentless prodding of his prostate and lapping of my tongue on his tasty young cock soon proved to be fruitful. I stood sideways so the camera could record each thrust of my finger in the angled mirror between his legs. With each thrust his body spasmed. After another 15 minutes the spasms become more intense and his penis began to harden. Then as he neared a helpless orgasm, I sucked him just to the edge of ecstasy and abruptly pulled away, leaving his cock throbbing for more. I continued the finger fuck of his ass while I petted the insides of his splendid thighs. He continued to squirm while the camera continued to record. His rock-hard prick continued to bob in frustration. I could see that he was staring at the TV in disgusted fascination, watching his own body being used as a tool for a black and white pornographic movie.
After about five minutes, his cock began to soften.
I inserted a second finger and took him into my mouth again. I Sucked, and licked him while working his defenseless butt-hole. I began to take him to the edge of ecstasy once more. Again I stopped. His dick stayed harder longer. He put on quite a show as I continued to finger-fuck him; his face a lovely mask of disgust, shame, and lust. I inserted three fingers. I sucked him for a short period of time. He was frustrated and humiliated. The sexual heat was intense. His cock continued to remain hard. He was ready for the next violation.
I moved inside the scaffolding and squatted, bringing my face down to his ass. Slowly I moved closer, smelling his scents. His muscles tensed as I breathed on his ass but he was unable to close his spread legs even the tiniest bit. I began to gently rub my face over his athletic butt. My rubbing became harder and harder as I worked my face in between his cheeks. He struggled but was helpless as I zeroed in on his most private spot. I lapped at his lovely ass crack, nibbled on his delectable buttocks, licked his clenched rosebud as he yelled in vain into the gag. I suddenly pulled back and placed my thumbs inside his cheeks, splitting him like an oyster. I slammed my mouth downward into his butt-hole and thrust my tongue deeply into the hot, slick, quivering meat of his anus. An electric jolt seemed to pass through his body as he struggled spastically. I rimmed and tongue-raped the arrogant construction stud without abandon, forcing him to writhe and moan in ecstasy, I forced the handsome youth to display his lewd erection while slurping, sucking, and biting at his defenseless anus. His hot young cock throbbed with lust. I ate his luscious ass for 30 minutes. The helpless stud bucked his hips while being forced to enjoy his lewd degradation. His shame was heightened as he could see how hot his body's response looked on the TV.
It was time for me to take a rest. I pulled back and enjoyed the sight of his relaxed, quivering ass hole, all slick and shiny. He was still struggling and didn't notice that I had taken the small dildo from his tool belt - but he certainly noticed when I shoved it in his ass! He spasmed like a fish on a hook but was just as helpless as I played with the dildo, twisting it in and out in a slow, teasing fuck. Before really getting to work on his ass, I hopped over to the video camera and adjusted it for a close-up of the angled mirror between his legs. On the screen he could see a bottom-up view of his ass, larger than life, with his swollen penis bobbing above. Then I returned to give him a good hard dildo fuck. I worked his ass until it softened and then continued with the larger 8" dildo, which had a sturdy handle. I could tell he was pleading behind the gag. I smiled and placed the knob of the latex cock against his quivering hole. He whimpered the head of the dildo breached his sphincter. I pushed it all the way in and pumped the handle in order to work his prostate. He groaned as he hung motionless in his bondage. He started giving in. Gently I took his hips and moved them in a slight grinding circle. Since he was too far gone to resist, he continues to move his hips gently while I hung on to the dildo handle. Now it was he himself doing the fucking. Gradually I started to thrust the dildo, working in rhythm with his hips. He moaned and I knew he could see how hot his ass and cock looked on the screen. I fucked him harder and harder while he kept in rhythm with the motion. I stood, kissed him on the back of the neck and whispered of his beauty in his ear. He is hot in his helpless submission. I explained that I have another ass toy for him. He groaned as I withdraw the dildo.
Finally, I get out a slender but sophisticated thrusting remote-control vibrator and push its 12" length slowly and deliberately into his tight rectum until the thick retaining knob snaps into place inside him. Try as he does, he can't push the anal intruder out. His glorious ass is impaled on a foot of latex-covered prosthetic cock. From the expression on his face it seems that he thinks this is the ultimate degradation. Little does he realize that the robot cock in his ass will be used to drive him into deeper levels of humiliating ecstasy, forcing him to enjoy the degrading anal perversion.
It is time to give him a taste of things to come. I turned on the vibrator to its lowest setting. He groaned and shuddered as the skin of his dick head stretched even tighter on his turgid cock. I then started the thruster. His eyes bugged out as his body spasmed. The latex cock inside him extended another 3" while I thrusted it slowly in and out. He screamed into the gag in protest. But his cock became harder than before. Little did he know that the vibrator and thrust controls were on the lowest of 10 settings.
While he simmered on level 1, I hooked up the second TV and turned on the other VCR. In it was the tape I had just made of him while he was unconscious.
His humiliation and anger intensified as he saw what I had done to him.
While carrying the remote, I moved the video camera to explore new angles and close-up shots as I used the remote to play with his ass like a fine violin. He was incredibly hot and I knew he could see his sexual response on the TV in lurid detail as I zoomed in on his face, cock, and ass. I raped him with the robot dildo for an hour. Midway through, I took off the tool belt immobilizing his hips. Helplessly hot, he ground his hips and thrust his cock, putting on quite a show.
Finally, I put the camera back in its rack and approached him. The dildo was on its highest setting. He quivered, his painfully swollen cock jutted obscenely from his exhausted hips. I asked him if he wanted to be released. If he wanted to cum.
He nodded frantically.
I then told him that as a condition, he would have to beg for me to fuck him. He groans and shook his head. I groped his body. I tickled and pinched him everywhere but his cock. I asked him if he wanted to be released over and over again. Tears streamed down his cheeks. Finally he nodded.
I took off the gag as he sobbed. For five minutes I made him beg to be fucked. He was not particularly imaginative but he was fervent and the result was a turn on.
Finally I withdrew the dildo and inserted my cock. My cock is only 7" but is a lot fatter than the dildo. He screamed as I plunged into him and I reveled in the sounds. He begged me to stop. I pinched his nipples cruelly and told him to continue begging if he wants to be released. As he groaned, he submitted and repeated the lewd requests I whispered in his ear. His cock remained hard.
I watched the TV as it displayed the scene with the many mirrors. The gorgeous hunk strained in his bonds while I dominated him. I watched the reflection of my hard slick penis sliding into his helpless ass. He begged me to do it. He begged me to fuck him. He begged me to rape him. He was my butt slave; my fuck boy; my man cunt. I fucked the beautiful man, making him mine.
I wrapped my greasy hand around his cock as he spurt painfully in a spasm of degraded lust. His cum sprayed, hitting the TV and camera with wads of white-hot cum. He yelled and came while the camera recorded every drop.
His strong, muscular rectum clamped down on my rigid prick in multiple spasms as I slammed his hard sweaty buttocks and released a river of cum within from my balls.
As soon as I had recovered, I retrieved the drug-soaked rag I had prepared and held it to his nose and mouth. He struggled briefly before sagging unconscious. It was midnight. He would sleep for only 2-3 hours.
As quickly as I could, I cleaned up every sign of our orgy, except one: his ass. I left him full of cum and lube. I dressed him in his boxers and slashed jeans, knowing that the messy evidence of his rape would leak out to soak his shorts.
The drug would leave him groggy and muddle-headed. He might recall a bit of what happened, but with a drunk's uncertainty.
I went home, leaving him there.
During the next week, I developed the pictures. Lots of pictures. Using my scanner and computer, I turned out a lovely little magazine. This I put in an envelope and placed in his mailbox while he was at work.
Kasey arrived home at 3:30 and opened the envelope. He read the title "Construction Stud Slave Boy in Ecstasy" and blinked before realizing that the pervert on the cover, writhing in lust, was him. The room spun and he was seized by a brief bout of nausea. The magazine slipped from his nerveless fingers. A note fell out of the magazine. He slowly focused on the typed note.
"Hi! Hope you enjoy LOOKING at the pictures as much as you enjoyed POSING for them! They're Hot! They're ready to make the first mailing to your friends. But before I do that, I thought you might like to go over the TERMS of a possible agreement. If you do, meet me at Eagle's, 9:30pm tonight. Au Revoir!"
His head was spinning. In a daze, he flipped through the pages: his cock, face, ass, torso, all naked, all writhing in unspeakable lust. It was so perverted, so degrading. His own body in the most disgusting pornography he had ever seen. He sank to his knees, still holding the magazine.
It was after several minutes time that he realized that his cock was very, very hard. Enraged, he threw the magazine against the wall. Staggering to his feet, he lurched into the bedroom and stripped down, desperate to take a shower. He had to wash away this filthy feeling. Then, as he passed the overflowing laundry basket, he bent down to rummage in it. The air against his anus ignited a burning itch. At the bottom of the basket he found the plaid boxer shorts. He walked into the bathroom. Switching on the light, he raised the shorts to see the large, crusted stain on the seat where my cum had leaked from his well-fucked ass hole. "No. Oh, no..." he whispered. He could smell a strange sweet musk rising from the stain. Without volition he raised it to he face and took a deep whiff. Opening his eyes, he looked in the full length mirror and realized that he was jerking off. All at once, he knew what was about to happen. He was powerless to stop it. Half of him was disgusted; the other half was planning perverted acts. He gave a cry of revulsion and lust, which was cut off abruptly as this new, cool, ruthless personality stuffed the soiled shorts in his mouth. He watched in the mirror as his left hand pried apart his ass cleft and then began a steady finger fuck of his anus.
After the first orgasm, he went to the kitchen. His still-hard cock was bobbing below a taut, cum-splattered torso. The balled up shorts were visible in his wedged open jaws. Breathing loudly, he picked up the magazine, then rummaged in the cupboards until he found a can of old Crisco grease. In the refrigerator was a large cucumber. He returned to the bedroom and shut the door. Even the neighbors could hear the moaning that followed.
Kasey walked in the door of the store at 9:40 PM. I was standing just inside. Before he could say a word, I said, "Outside. Now." He turned and followed me out the door. I led him to my van and motioned him in. He paused only a short bit before getting in.
"Okay, Kasey. I won't beat around the bush. I'm prepared to spread those photographs all over town. To prevent that you're going to have to meet my terms. I suspect you can guess what kind of terms I want."
Kasey nodded.
"Let me make this clear. Complete sexual submission. Not just tonight, but whatever night I ask. Cock, ass, mouth, all mine for anything I want. Do you understand?"
Another nod.
"I will only ask you once. Do you agree to the terms?"
He made a wry face. "Not much choice, is there? Yeah. I'll do it."
I put the van in gear and pulled out.
"Where are we going?"
"About 20 miles to my shop. It's very secluded. Perfect for a nice long butt fuck."
"Jeezus," he whispered.
"Let's not waste precious time. Take off your shirt. Now."
Reluctantly, he did as he was told.
"Jeans next. Off."
"Oh, come on, we're driving on the highway, here..."
"It's dark, Kasey. No one can see in. Although if you insist I can turn on the dome light..."
"No! No, please I'll do it." He started to wrestle of his pants.
"Kasey, believe me, whatever modesty you possess is going to be a thing of the past very soon."
"I suppose you'll want my underwear off next."
"So eager! No, not yet, Kasey. Not yet. As you can see, there is a pair of handcuffs hanging from the rearview mirror. I want you to kneel between the seats and put on the handcuffs."
"Hey, wait a minute!"
I slowed down and pulled to the shoulder. Setting the brake, I spun my seat to face him.
"We have a deal, Kasey. I am going to give you one chance. You can be a good boy and do everything I say. Or you will be punished. Severely. And if you aren't a very, very good little submissive slave boy I'll publish that magazine and let you suffer the consequences. Get it?"
He swallowed. "I get it."
"You will apologize."
"I - I'm sorry."
"Not good enough. I was going to start you out more gently, but now you will have to be punished. Kneel facing me."
"Please, I'm sorry-"
"NOW." He knelt, trembling. I unzipped my pants. He moaned. My erect cock sprang out.
"Suck my dick, slave!"
"Oh, god..."
I pulled his head to me and forced him down on my dick. He gagged on it as I forced it all the way down. I held his head down until his throat relaxed. Then holding his hair I bobbed his head up and down. "Suck. Suck it!" He slurped and slobbered on my dick for a short minute before I let him up. He sat between the seats, gasping, as I zipped up.
"Get it?"
He nodded. I turned forward, put the van in gear and eased out on the highway.
"Now. You know what to do." I pointed at the cuffs.
Without words, he obeyed. His hands were cuffed to the mirror.
"Spread your knees till they touch the seats. Now."
Rocking from side to side to keep his balance, he did as he was told. I re-adjusted the large mirror so that I could stare at him. The helpless blond stud was next to me, clad only in white cotton briefs, awaiting my pleasure.
I set the cruise control for a leisurely 45 mph. Steering with my left hand, I let my right hand roam. Oh, how he trembled as I groped his helpless body. He shuddered as I felt up his chest and stomach muscles. He gasped as I worked on his nipples. I found joy in watching his face as I oh-so-slowly traced my hand down toward his groin. His skin shrank from my touch. Finally I let my hand cup his genitals lightly through his shorts. He expelled a tense breath. I could feel him start to pull his legs in.
"Legs apart and keep them there! That's it. As my personal slave, you will welcome any touch, no matter how intimate. Now, ask me to grope you. Say 'squeeze my cock, please.' Say it!"
"S-squeeze my c-cock, pl-please."
"Push. Push your cock against my hand. Good! Yes. Now grind your hips. Work it. Yes. You have no shame. You are a slut. A male whore. Do you understand?"
"Please..."
"Do it."
He did it.
I worked his dick and pulled on his balls, taking time to tickle his sensitive inner thighs. The stimulation took its toll, and he began to stiffen. I squeezed him harder and he groaned.
"What a good little slut!" I laughed. "Humiliation makes you horny!" I slid my hand down the front of his shorts to grasp his naked penis. It sprang to attention, lengthening in my palm. "That's it Kasey! Show me how much you like it! Squirm!"
Helpless to prevent it, he squirmed as I gave his cock a nice lewd workout. Then I withdrew my hand, giving his prick a little pat where it strained against the pouch of his briefs. He grunted. I lay my hand against the small of his back, caressing his tense muscles.
"So much for feeling up the front side..."
"Oh - oh please -"
My hand crept slowly down the mounds of his clenched ass.
"Please -"
"It's happening Kasey. And if you close your legs even a millimeter, things are going to be much less pleasant for you. Now, say 'please work my ass, master.' Say it."
He hung his head. "Please work my... work my ass. Master."
"Head up. Look at me in the mirror." His eyes locked on to mine. He was humiliated, afraid. and hot.
Staring intently into his lovely eyes, I groped his ass, working the fabric deep into his crack. It took all of his willpower to keep from closing his legs. His breath was coming in short little puffs.
I slid my hand through the leg opening and pried into his crack. He jerked as my fingertips grazed his hole.
"Well, well, well! What's this!" I withdrew my hand. The fingertips were shiny. "Grease! You're lubed up, Kasey!"
The boy gasped and his face fell. "Oh, nooo..." he moaned.
"How did this happen? You must tell!"
"No - oh god - I forgot -"
I laughed. Oh, but you must tell me! This is choice!"
"No, I can't tell you - I can't -" his voice cracked.
"Oh, but you can! Every detail!"
"Please," he choked.
"Kasey, we have already discussed obedience. You are being a bad boy again. As punishment I am going to finger fuck your ass."
"No, please -"
"I am going to finger fuck your helpless butt hole until you answer my question to my complete satisfaction."
I slid my hand down the back of his shorts and forced a finger into his tight butt hole. He cried out and jerked spastically. As I started to thrust, he was unable to conceal the fact that his response was one of sexual pleasure.
I laughed. "What a hot little slut ass! Now talk! Everything!"
Fighting back sobs, he told the tale of his afternoon. I forced him to tell me every intimate detail of his self abuse while he squirmed in response to each thrust of my index finger.
"That's it. That's everything. Now, please stop."
I continued to finger his anus.
"Please. You promised."
"So I did. But since your cock is so hard I figured you really enjoyed it."
"No, please, stop it -"
"Well if you don't enjoy it you'll have to prove it. Let's agree that I will stop finger fucking you when I see your cock start to soften."
He groaned.
I added a second finger. He squirmed.
"Come on, Kasey. You might as well just give in and enjoy it. It's going to happen anyway."
He said nothing. I continued to probe his rectum. His cock remained very hard.
We drove the rest of the way in silence. Pulling up at the shop, I hit the remote and drove in the garage, closing the door behind us.
I withdrew my fingers from his ass, wiped them on his shorts, and gave his throbbing cock a quick squeeze.
I unlocked his handcuffs, and led him trembling from the van. I turned on the room's lights, and walked him to a locked store room.
I opened the door and turned on the lights. Within the room was an arrangement of comfortable furniture. Piled on top of the table was an assortment of manacles, restraints, sex toys and pornography. A big-screen TV dominated one wall and there was a video camera mounted in each corner of the room.
I pushed him inside and locked the door behind us.
"It's show time!"
"Underwear off."
He stood, slack-jawed, eyeing the room.
"Off!"
He stripped off his remaining garment to stand naked.
"Now sit on the couch and spread your legs wide. Hold them up so your ass hole is exposed. Now. Good. Don't move."
Numbly, he obeyed. I threw the switch and the cameras began to roll. I undressed off camera. I walked up to him, and I began to feel his exposed body. I worked his ass hole and cock to the edge of orgasm before stopping. I repeatedly told him to hold his position while I did this to him.
I then sat in a large easy chair and spread my legs.
"Over here and kneel, slave!"
He knelt between my legs.
"Now suck my dick, whore!"
He started to go down on me. I jerked his head up by the hair. "Say 'yes, Master' when I tell you to do something, you faggot slave!"
"Y-yes, Master."
"For that oversight you will have to do a punishment suck! Bend over!"
He started to protest, then caught my eye. "Yes, Master."
I cuffed his hands behind his back, then took a butt plug from the table and forced it into his ass. He whimpered as I drove it in all the way.
I resumed my seat and he awkwardly knelt again. He grunted as the plug shifted in his ass.
I held up a remote control. I switched it on and saw his face change as the vibrator started. I laughed at his comical expression.
"Ha! Just something to get your ass ready for my cock later! Now, suck me good, you worthless pussy-boy!"
Moaning, he leaned forward and went to work. As he sucked my dick, I kept up a stream of verbal abuse, humiliating him as he served me.
I made him work on my cock for 20 minutes before I shot a load down his gagging throat.
While I waited for my balls to recover, I set him up for a solo humiliation scene. Un-cuffing him, I forced to him retell his story of self abuse with the cucumber while fucking himself with a latex dildo and jerking off. I forced him to keep it up, even though he wanted to stop because he was close to coming. It was amusing to see him struggle to keep from coming. He was, of course, unable to hold off and came in huge wads. His handsome features were contorted in a mix of humiliation and pleasure.
After he had caught his breath, I laid him down on the couch and bound him snugly. Laying down on top of him I forced him to kiss me for a while. I then started to lick his beautiful body, slowly arousing him once more. Once he was hard, I went to the end of the couch and started to lower my ass over his face. He struggled but was helpless to stop me as I sat myself down on his mouth.
"I've dreamed of this moment, Kasey. Eat my ass. Lick it. Kiss it. Rim me."
He continued to struggle, mouth closed.
"That's very naughty, Kasey. Very bad."
I reached back and twisted his balls hard. He convulsed, opening his mouth to shout. His tongue grazed my waiting hole. I continued to punish his genitals until he gave in and started to lick.
Once he gave in, he licked my ass thoroughly.
"Yeah, that's it, eat that ass, lick it, suck it, rim me, eat me oh yes, yes..."
The sweet, shameful rim job continued for some time.
Eventually, I became hot enough for to the main event.
Lifting my ass from his face, I unbound his legs.
Grasping his still-hard cock, I forced him to roll over. As he struggled, I lay on top of him and forced my cock between his cheeks.
"Go ahead and struggle. It just makes the rape sweeter." My cock head penetrated his anus. He cried out.
"Nice and tight. Just like last time."
He whimpered as I slid into him.
"I'm going to enjoy this very much. You're a good fuck."
"You bastard."
"Your cock says you like it."
He grunted as I started to thrust.
His struggling began to subside as I continued to ram away at his ass. I fucked him deeply, working my cock tip against his prostate. I forced him to his feet and made him bend over the arm of the coach, raising one leg allowing the camera to get a good shot of the penetration.
As the fucking continued, he could no longer conceal how aroused it was making him. He was squirming and moaning with pleasure.
As I got close, I grasped his throbbing cock and started to pump.
"Oh, no, please..."
Ignoring his plea to stop, I worked his dick until I felt him getting ready to come. At the same time, I lost my own load.
Slave and master, we cried out together and shot wad after wad.
Afterwards I forced him to sign a blanket model release form copied from a pornographic magazine.
This contract required him to report for duty every Sunday.
Kasey reported to my office Sunday at 2pm.
He saw the apparatus set up in the studio and started to beg.
"Please - let's just call it quits - I'll pay you money - please - anything -"
"Yes, Kasey. You WILL do - ANYTHING! Now strip. Totally."
He did as he was told.
I forced him to stand still and submit as I embraced him and lewdly groped his body. I enjoyed french-kissing his soft mouth, fingering his tight little ass and getting him hard.
Then I forced him to lay upside down on his shoulders with his knees around his head and do a nice hot finger fuck for the video. I found he was limber enough to lick the tip of his penis. I made him do this during the anal masturbation scene. It made for one hot close-up.
It was then time for the bondage scene.
He begged, but gave in.
In the center of the room was a post firmly mounted to the floor. It was made of iron and had a jack in the base, similar to those used in house construction, but shorter. Mounted to the top plate was a large latex dildo. I cuffed his hands behind his back and forced him to stand over the dildo. Using the jack, I inserted the dildo up his ass until it was completely buried and Kasey was standing on tip-toe. I tied his ankles tightly together at the base of the post, and ran a strap up to his handcuffs. I shortened the strap, forcing him to bend backward. In this position, the dildo pushed against his prostate. This position also displayed his erect penis.
He faced the big-screen TV.
I started the VCR, which contained a tape with selected highlights from all three videos I had made: The first two made the night he was drugged, and the second made during his first blackmail session.
I explained that he must watch the entire tape while in this position.
I then explained to him the rest of my fun plan. To ensure that he had watched everything on the tape, he would maintain a constant verbal description of what was happening on the screen in explicit X-rated detail. He would allow me to tease and titillate him to full arousal. He did not have permission to cum. If he was able to refrain from shooting his wad, he would be released for the week. If not, I would rape his ass and mouth with my cock. If he came a second time, he would have to rim my ass for an hour afterward. And if he came a third time, he would have to submit to an extra slave session on Wednesday night.
Oh, how he begged.
I slapped him and instructed him to start his video commentary.
As he complied, I went to work, licking his nipples and tickling his thighs, stroking and teasing him to feverish pitch. He could not resist my expert attentions. Bound as he was, his cock was at my total mercy. And of mercy I had none, pinching and tweaking, pulling and rubbing his helpless cock and balls.
Only after 10 minutes into the tape could I tell he was struggling to hold it back.
Deliciously, I drove him closer and closer to the edge.
"Please, PLEASE, stop," he cried out. I grasped his throbbing cock firmly and pumped him to orgasm.
I collected his semen in my other hand and rubbed it all over his face. He was helpless as it dripped slowly down his face and crept into his mouth while he continued his vulgar discourse.
His cock was still hard.
"One down," I said.
"Oh, no, please!"
"Keep talking, slave!"
"Oh god -this is when you dressed me in the cheerleader outfit and fucked me. You're raising my legs and putting your dick against my hole..."
He continued on.
During the next assault I became wicked. I knelt behind him and began to tickle his feet. Unable to keep his balance, he kept dropping his feet. This put his weight on the dildo, thrusting it deep. And the tickling made him wiggle on the pole, twisting his guts deliciously on the anal invader. Then, as this began to take its toll, I started to lick delicately at his exposed ass crack, just above the point of insertion. Every few minutes I would stop to nibble on the sensitive areas on the back sides of his thighs.
He soon began begging me to stop.
I reached around to play with his cock which was nice and hard.
I continued to torment him; licking his ass crack and knees, while tickling his feet.
After thirty minutes of this torture, I knew that he was ready for some serious stimulation.
Kneeling before him, I began to work on his helpless cock.
Slowly, I licked and nibbled at the sensitive fold of skin right below his glands.
When started to whimper, I went to work on the glands tip, working his piss-slit with my tongue.
He started to moan.
Meanwhile the tape had moved on to the most thorough dildo rape, recorded while Kasey was awake and bound to the scaffolding. The scene was approaching when he would cum.
I took his whole sweet cock into my mouth, sucking and licking the full shaft of his throbbing penis.
He started to beg.
"Oh please no - don't - don't make me - not again - oh please, PLEASE, don't make me do it, I don't want to rim you again please, I'll do anything else, I'll suck your cock, don't make me eat your ass oh god it feels so good stop please stop don't make me cum don't make me cum DON'T MAKE ME CUM OH OH CUM OH OH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
His load, though smaller than the first, was delicious.
There was almost an hour left on the tape. Plenty of time to complete the triple shoot.
Still impaled on the merciless dildo, my blond slave whimpered. The second load had left his cock only semi-erect. I knew if I pushed him too much now, he would be sore. But, with an hour left I could take the time to be subtle.
The tape moved on to highlights from his first blackmail payment.
Standing behind him, I whispered in his ear as he watched the tape of himself forced to strip the first time, holding his legs up, while finger fucking himself.
"That was the second coming, Kasey. You know what that means, don't you? Rimming. Deep rimming. Ass worship. Degradation. And you brought it on yourself by coming. I can feel it now. Your hot tongue, licking my ass hole, working it deep, licking me getting me hot, giving me pleasure as you are forced to keep licking and licking and licking, and I'll love watching how you squirm, your beautiful muscular body squirming while I watch. And I'll love feeling how your face feels while I squeeze my buttocks on it, grinding my butt on your face while you lick and lick and lick..."
I continued the lewd monologue in his ear as he was forced to watch the tape. He squirmed as he watched the bit where I forced in the butt plug and forced him to perform fellatio on me.
In the scene on the tape, I turned on the vibrator. This surprised him and made him moan.
He was just as surprised now as I switched on the powerful vibrator in the dildo.
"Oh, no..." he groaned.
"Oh, yes, my little stud-slut." I reached around to feel his stiffening pole. "Boy, you have the horniest little ass-pussy in town. And it's all mine." I squeezed his cock hard as he squirmed on the latex cock impaling his defenseless rectum.
"Third time's the charm, butt-boy!"
"Oh no - no PLEASE -"
"You might as well enjoy it Kasey. Your cock and ass are as hot as a hungry whore. Don't forget that when you come this time, you can look forward to an extra session of the total humiliation you really crave."
"No way! I'm not coming this time! I'M NOT!"
"Foolish little slave stud. Let's raise the stakes. I bet you'll come again before the tape ends. If you don't, I'll forgo any further rape tonight and this week. If you do come, I get the extra night on Wednesday. But we'll have our fun in the woods behind the rest stop."
"No! NO WAY!"
I chuckled. "We'll see! Now back to work, slave."
Grudgingly, he continued to narrate the film: "You're slowly lowering your ass on my face, it's down and you're twisting my cock to make me rim you. I'm writhing and I give in and start to lick your ass, you're riding my face, forcing me to rim..."
As he continued, I pulled out the next weapon: a vibrating robo-suck sleeve. I filled it with deep-heat cream and put it on over his now-throbbing cock, fitting it snugly at the base with a vibrating clamp that slipped around his scrotum.
"No. Please."
I flipped the switch.
His muscles spasmed as the vibrations attacked his cock at its tip and base, then cried out as the suction started.
I watched with amusement as he responded helplessly to the intense vibrations on his most sensitive pleasure buttons: glands, shaft, balls, anus, and deep within his gut, his overworked prostate.
He squirmed helplessly as the pleasure mounted, made sharper by the itching heat induced by the cream. As time passed, the itching became an exquisite burn.
"Please," he whimpered. "Oh, PLEASE..."
I whispered sensuously in his ear. "Beg for it. Beg me to allow you to come and I will release you."
"Oh, PLEASE!"
"Beg to eat my ass. Beg to suck my cock. Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to take you outside. Beg me to fuck you while I let the truckers watch your violation. Beg!"
He begged.
On the tape he was getting fucked. It was nearly the end.
He begged and begged. Pitifully, he said everything I told him to say.
As the climax of the tape approached, I ripped the robo-suck device off of him and grabbed his messy cock.
"Admit you're my pussy-boy! Admit you're my butt-slut!"
"Oh god, yes. Please, I'll do it. I am your slave, your butt boy. Use me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. FUCK ME. FUCK ME. OH GOD. NO STOP. OH FUCK. OH FUUU-CKKKK!
Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat.
There was the not so quiet silence of the two vibrators. Both Kasey's, on and off screen, had finished coming again.
I released him and wiped him off before resting him face-down on the couch. The humiliating ordeal had left him oddly quiet. His face was wet with tears.
He barely noticed that I had stripped. I slipped my cock into his well stretched hole. As I started to fuck him he spread his legs apart.
"That's a good obedient butt boy. A nice sloppy faggot ass pussy." I licked the back of his neck. "My hunky little slave. Construction Stud Sex Slave."
"Yes," he whimpered, raising his muscular little ass. "Oh yes..."
I set up a steady thrust and he wiggled his hips in response. There was no struggle.
"Are you going to be a good boy, now? Cock-sucking? Ass-eating?"
"Yes," he groaned.
"Because you know, now, don't you? You admit you get off on degradation!"
Silence.
"Admit those orgasms were the hottest you've ever had! You can't deny it!"
"Yes," he mumbled. "I got off on it."
"And I'm gonna fuck your ass whenever I want. Wherever I want to I'll violate you. I'm going to rape and degrade you. And you're gonna let me do it because you're my very own butt-pussy sex slave. Right?"
"Yes. Master."
"Oh, but this is sweet! Now shut up and be a good obedient whore while I enjoy fucking your ass. After that you can crawl between my legs and French-kiss my ass!"
He groaned.
I fucked his sweet, tight ass for a long, hard time.
I did enjoy it.
The evening continued splendidly. Kasey squirmed nicely while I fucked his ass and moaned as I filled him with my first load. I then put in the video I taped while he was tied to the post, and forced him to squat between my thighs and rim my asshole while I watched his earlier violation with great pleasure. Because the sound was on, Kasey was forced to listen to his humiliation while kissing my anus. I pulled his head to my spread buttocks and enjoyed every thrust of his obedient tongue while I commented on his video performance.
Since I had not been able to see his face during most of the masturbation torture, I now feasted my eyes on his miserable, but oh-so-sexy expressions as he squirmed deliciously on the 12" dildo that was spearing his gut. The look on his face as he realized he was going to come was truly choice! I forced him to service my ass a little longer than I had told him he would have to, but what the hell, he was hardly in a position to complain.
I was raging hard from all the lovely deep ass worship so I told him to suck me off. He still wasn't terribly good at giving a blow job but he did give it all his effort when I threatened to put him back on the post.
Wendesdays were known as humpday at the backwoods rest stop on the nearly deserted highway north of town.
Just before midnight, Kasey pulled into the lot. I was waiting.
He got out of the car, wearing the denim cut-offs as I requested. He wasn't wearing a shirt and seemed a little self concious.
"I got your message. You're just kidding, right?"
"Not on your life. Spread."
"Out here? Oh, please, this is too humiliating..."
"Then the faster you obey the less time it will take!"
I slipped one hand in his basket and the other down his butt. He was wearing a jock strap as instructed.
"Why, Kasey! You're sporting a stiffie! Ready to party!"
He moaned miserably as I worked his dick and massaged his hot little rectum. He looked around constantly at the road to see if there were any headlights and yet his cock was hard, steel hard.
"It's hot, isn't Kasey, the risk of being caught? I find it adds spice to the sex."
Kasey was breathing heavily and it was obvious he thought so too.
"Take off your shorts."
"Oh no, please -"
"Now."
He obeyed. The white jock strap glowed in the pale moonlight.
"Now spread your legs and spread your buttocks with both hands." He obeyed. I slipped a finger up his tight hole and went to work.
"Please. Please, sir..."
"What slave?"
"Can't we go inside? Please? This is too much."
"Go inside and do what, Kasey?"
"Well - what - what you're doing."
"I like it out here. If you want me to go inside, you'll have to make me a good offer."
"Please, let's go inside. You can fuck me in there."
"And?"
"I'll suck your cock."
"And? You know what I like the most."
"Rimming. Okay, I'll eat your ass too. Let's go inside."
"What if I want to do all that out here?"
"Oh, no - no please, PLEASE!"
"Well - maybe if I tie you up..."
"Sure! Anything! Please!"
"All right. Get the duffel bag out of my van and get inside."
He dashed to obey. I left the denim shorts outside.
Once inside, I made him bend over while I cuffed his wrists and ankles together. He could barely move. Both his mouth and ass were at crotch-level.
The shelter was a foul-smelling hut, about 8' square, with a bare bulb dangling over the hole in the floor.
"Suck my dick, slave! We're not leaving from here until you get me off."
Kasey gobbled on my thick cock. He was in too much of a hurry to notice that there were viewing holes gouged everywhere in the wood siding. Mostly at groin level. He also failed to see the minicam I had hung in the rafters.
It wasn't long before I heard a truck pull up. Kasey panicked.I held his head firmly in place.
"The door is bolted. No one can get in. Keep sucking or I'll leave you here! Now!"
Miserable, he continued to suck.
The sound of approaching feet could be heard. The door rattled. As I had expected, he was a regular. The man said nothing, but moved quietly to one of the viewing holes. I dragged Kasey close to the hole, giving the man a perfect view of the blowjob. Kasey was startled when he saw the eye through the hole. He pulled back, but I grabbed his head and thrust my cock back down his throat.
"Suck it slave! Suck it before I shove it up your ass!"
The man outside the hole moaned. In the relative silence we could hear his zipper being unzipped. The man moved closer to the hole. Very softly, he whispered "Yeah, suck it. Suck that cock."
Kasey blushed to the roots of his hair and tried to pull away, but bound as he was there was nothing he could do.
Another truck pulled up. As the footsteps approached, the man outside said: "Over here, Mac, you won't believe this!"
Kasey groaned in misery as another pair of eyes found a good viewing port and another zipper went down. Suddenly he panicked and hurled himself backward falling onto the filthy floor.
I grabbed him roughly. "All right slave, I've had enough of your disobedience! You will be punished! Eat my ass with your mouth to show repentance!"
He tried to get away but couldn't as I lowered my bare buttocks onto his face.
"Yeah," came a voice from the hole, "eat that ass. Give it a good rim job. Lick it, baby, lick it!"
I did nothing to interfere as the voices of the two men grew bolder, adding a running commentary that I knew was humiliating Kasey beyond belief. Helpless, he ate my ass while the men watched and gloated.
Two more truckers arrived and the rape took on the air of a party.
After a while of this humiliation, Kasey became subdued. I dragged him around to give each leering man a good close-up of his ass-eating technique. I asked each man to make critical comments, then asked the group if the slave boy should be released, or forced to continue.
"Punish the little stud!"
"Yeah, make him squirm!"
"Make him shake that cute little ass of his!"
I grabbed Kasey by the hair. "You heard the nice gentlemen, slave! Give me good service or else!"
The poor boy merely whimpered as I dragged his face into my ass again.
One of the truckers went to his rig to send out a special C.B. call. Within 10 minutes there was a man at each hole. There must have been a dozen of them.
The comments, jeers and offers mounted in volume and lewdness.
I was in my element. Kasey's shame was like a fire that I was fanning and building in a furnace. Here he was, face buried in my ass while a dozen men fantasized about violating him in every lewd and perverted way imaginable.
It was time for the next step. I attached a rope to his handcuffs and separated them from his ankles, threw the rope up over the rafters and firmly tied it.
Slowly and deliberately I peeled off his jock strap.
Poor Kasey stood nude in the outhouse, spread-eagle before the gaze of total strangers. And, even more humiliating than the fact that they had seen him forced to eat my ass, was the fact that they could now see he was hard as a rock. They knew he liked it. He was bright red all over. I laid my hand in the crack of his ass.
"Oh, no," he whispered. "Please..."
"Show these men what a whore you are, boy. Show them what a hot little bull-twat you have. Show them how you like to have this ass pussy fucked. Put on a nice show and I'll let you go."
I slid two fingers up his ass and went to work.
He tried to keep quiet, tried to maintain at least a shred of dignity, but I knew which buttons to push and I pushed them. Within minutes he was moaning and squirming.
The viewing men loved every minute of it.
Soon he was begging me to stop. He was in tears but his cock was drooling.
"All right, slave. Tell these men what you are and I'll stop. Degrade yourself thoroughly once and for all and I will stop."
Kasey, now desperate, obeyed. He did quite well. You could have heard a pin drop as the men ate up every word.
After several minutes I pulled out my fingers. Kasey sagged with relief.
"Thank you."
"Yes," I said, pulling out a nice big vibrator and brandishing it for the crowd, "you will thank me for fucking your ass as you deserve to be fucked."
"You promised!" Kasey shrieked.
"I lied."
The men's gale of laughter drowned out Kasey's cries as I forced the vibrator up his ass.
The ensuing struggle had everybody hot. But I wanted a good show for my friends outside so I tied a rope to each of his ankles and passed the ends through glory holes. I un-cuffed his ankles and the truckers obligingly pulled the ropes taut and tied them outside.
Kasey's beautiful thighs and delectable buttocks were now spread as wide as could be. Struggle as he might, he could not close them an inch.
With my slave now totally vulnerable I went to work
I used the dildo on Kasey's ass like a bow on a cello and worked him into a sexual frenzy. I knew the total humiliation was turning his gonads into ticking time bombs.
Again I force him to beg lewdly, this time forcing him to fantasize about submitting to the men outside in a wild orgy. They hooted and hollered as I forced him to degrade himself.
With Kasey at fever pitch, I withdrew the dildo and put my cock head against his anus. There was a chorus of encouraging shouts from the men as I pushed into him. The helpless young stud bucked and humped as I fucked his pretty ass, putting on a nice show for the crowd. As things got closer and closer to climax, the comments from outside grew fewer. You could hear a dozen hands pumping as many cocks.
Finally I forced Kasey to come, grasping his cock and jerking it three times. Kasey bellowed as the torrent of white-hot come in his balls was released. It was a thundering, awesome orgasm.
His tight little sphincter milked my cock to fulfillment, and I loaded his ass with my come. As we started to subside I saw the men's eyes disappear from their viewing holes, to be replaced by the tips of their cocks. One by one each man beat himself off, shooting his hot load into the center of the hut. Some of the more energetic wads struck Kasey's nude body, making him twitch. Within minutes, the men had cleared out. Gobs of come trickled down Kasey's body. The exhausted stud was nearly oblivious as I freed him and gathered up my stuff in the duffel bag. I led him, still naked, out to the van.
As we walked out, the trucks turned on their headlamps all at once and honked their horns in salute, calling lewdly from their cabs.
"I see they've taken your shorts as a trophy. Oh, well, you'll just have to go home like this!"
Kasey just groaned.
"By the way," I shouted as I hustled Kasey into the van, "I left his jock strap in the hut. It's all yours!" There was a mad rush toward the hut as I put the van in gear and drove off.
The next morning I drove Kasey (dressed in some of my clothes) out to get his car before work. The rest stop was deserted. The boy, sullen, drove off in a hurry.
I went into the hut and took a piss.
Inside I found the evidence of an orgy: used condoms, and lube tubes. Cum stains dripped down the walls everywhere.
On the wall was painted: NEXT WEEK??
I smiled. I was through pissing, but my dick stayed in my hand for a while.
"Popcorn?" I could see him almost refuse, and then think "why the hell not?" He grabbed a handful and munched.
"I love it when you're sullen."
He said nothing.
"No need to be rude. I assume you're still smarting over last Wednesday's little party."
"You! I agreed to your filthy demands! But you had to humiliate me in public anyway! I'm not doing it again, period!"
"But you didn't know any of those guys, did you?"
"That's not the point!"
"I think the point is that you were pretty turned on by it."
"Fuck you."
"Kasey!" I grabbed his chin and stared him straight in the eye.
"Let's cut the pretense. I SEE you when you're getting off. You can't hide it. You can pretend to be Mr. Macho with your friends but I KNOW. If you didn't like it your cock would be as limp as an old rope."
Silence.
"I think it's time to get this clear. You're a sex slave and you like it. You had the biggest orgasm of your life in front of those guys. Admit it!"
Silence.
I watched his face carefully as I said, "We can watch the tape of it and refresh your memory."
"You - you TAPED it?"
"Of course!"
"Jeezus. Oh, god..." He shifted in his seat.
Keeping my eyes on his I started to unbutton his pants.
"That's right Kasey. I hid a camera in the rafters. You were too far gone to notice when I got it down afterwards. And I had the mike on so that it recorded everything you said. That's right! It GOT EVERYTHING YOU SAID, KASEY..."
Kasey was now blushing. I slid my hand into his jeans to find his stiffening cock.
"You can't imagine how hot this tape is. It's incredible how truly depraved you were."
"Oh - oh god -"
"Now look me in the eye and tell me that wasn't the best orgasm you've ever had."
His cock continued to swell.
He licked his lips and looked around for a moment before giving in. "Yeah. It was. It was the best."
He paused and waited for me to say something. I continued to fondle his penis.
He blurted out "You - you're going to make me watch it, aren't you? You're going to make me watch the other tapes."
"Only if you want to."
He swallowed hard. I massaged his dick head gently. He wiggled his hips as the stimulation got to him.
"You're going to have to ask, Kasey. You will have to tell me you want to watch it. I know you want to see it. I know you'll get off on it. And if you want you can take home a copy to watch during the week." He caught his breath. He looked miserable. He closed his eyes.
"Well, Kasey? Is it movie time or did I make popcorn for nothing?"
Pause. His voice was low and gruff as he said "Okay."
"Okay what, Kasey?"
"Okay I WANT TO WATCH THE TAPE, DAMMIT! There! Are you satisfied, you perverted creep?" He shook his head out of my hand. Although he made no attempt to get his dick away from my hand.
"Satisfying me is your job, slut-boy. Now get naked while I start the show." I gave him a hard squeeze and got up from the sofa.
I then dimmed the lights and put the tape in while he stepped out of his pants and slipped his tee-shirt over his head.
After leading the now-nude and fully erect stud to the easy chair, I made him slouch down with his legs up and spread, butt-hole and cock exposed. He looked away in shame as I fondled him but lifted his hips to thrust his dick into my hand.
I giggled. "You really do want to see this, don't you? You're hot for it. Aren't you?"
"Yeah." He squeezed his eyes shut. "You're right, who am I fooling, you can see it. I want to watch it. God, I beat off all week thinking about what happened."
"What a good horny slave you are. Hey, I tell you what," I said, pretending I had just had an idea. "Here's another little humiliation game we can play, since you enjoy it so much. While you watch the tape, I will lick you wherever I want. Cock. Balls. Ass. Whatever. I will get you as hot as I can, but I will not take your dick in my mouth - I'll just lick it gently. And while I do this, and while you watch the tape, you may not move a muscle, not a twitch. No pumping your hips. Nothing. You may speak, but otherwise no movement. If at any point during the tape you ask me to suck you off I will. I will give you a great blow job and swallow your load. But, if you DO ask me to suck your dick, or if you move, then I get to take you out to the rest stop again this Wednesday. If you watch the entire tape and do NOT ask me for a blow job, then you get the week off. How about that?"
"Oh, no, please, I - "
"I didn't give you a choice, slave. This is what's going to happen tonight whether you want it or not. Got it?"
"Jeezus."
"It makes the shame sharper, doesn't it? Knowing that you will have to CHOOSE to be humiliated." I knelt between his thighs and reached for the remote. "Might as well get comfy. Two hours is a long time." He groaned and settled into the leather cushions. I pulled his waist to make sure his ass was well positioned.
"Show time!"
On the screen we could see the inside of the hut, viewed from an upper corner. Inside I was tying Kasey's wrists and ankles.
Kasey watched as, on the screen, I forced him to perform fellatio on me. Within minutes the tape picked up the sound of the first truck approaching.
In the chair, Kasey was motionless except for his bobbing dick. His breath started to come in shorter puffs as on the screen I dragged him over to the peep hole to perform for the first trucker. His body was as tense as a wire and I could tell he was already itching to squirm. I let him simmer, blowing a stream of cool air on his cock, balls and ass hole.
The teasing was starting to prime the pump. Part of my plan was to make him wait for serious stimulation and make him wait until he was really desperate before I touched him with my tongue. I knew he'd never make it through the tape!
His eyes were glued to the screen. The scene was one of him being forced to eat my ass for the viewing pleasure of two truckers. The tape picked up the men's delightfully lewd comments quite well. "Eat the ass, bitch. Eat it out good, give him a good rim job, yeah, lick it, kiss it, eat it..."
Kasey became hotter and hotter, as he sat motionless in his chair.
His anus began to quiver a little.
I started to lick delicately at the creamy white flesh on the inner surfaces of his thighs. He gasped.
On the screen the comments multiplied as more and more truckers arrived.
Finally the scene came when I tied his wrists to the ceiling and peeled off his jock strap. As Kasey saw his cock revealed I gave his shaft a little flick with my tongue. He almost moved. In the chair, I could see him blush with the memory of the moment in the hut when the men could see his erection revealed. In synch with the tape, I touched my tongue to the crack of his buttocks just as he saw me touch his ass on the screen.
Both Kasey's, on-camera and off, whispered together. "Oh, no... PLEASE."
My tongue entered his anus as he cried out with pleasure.
I proceeded to eat his ass with great delicacy as he fought to remain still. His cock throbbed like a live wire.
He watched as I finger fucked him in front of the men. Then, on-screen, the begging began. "Please sir, please stop, don't make me do it, oh no, please, oh god, make me squirm, I'm your whore, your slut, your pussy-boy, your slave-stud-sex-toy. Degrade me use me, make me beg, do it, I'll do anything you want, suck your cock, eat your ass, make me do it, oh god oh yes fuck that ass I want it..."
Kasey whimpered, "I can't stand it. Stop. Please. Stop licking my ass, I can't take it I can't -"
"Want me to suck you off?"
He groaned. "No. NO!"
I flicked his piss-slit with my tongue and he twitched a bit.
"That was close, Kasey. Another move and you might lose our little game. It's your choice. Blow job or rim job?"
He was breathing very hard. "Oh, jeezus - no - I don't want it - I can't go out there again -"
"Blow job or rim job?"
"Oh god - rim job. Do it - AAAHH!"
He yelled as I went at his ass. In minutes he was nearly in tears, begging me to stop, but not asking for the blowjob, yet.
Then on the screen came the moment when I tricked him and went for the dildo.
The audio was great - Kasey screaming, me laughing and the men teasing him as the huge dildo was stuffed into his ass.The wonderful moment came when I held his cock straight out and showed the men how much he was enjoying the humiliation.
Kasey watched, wide-eyed as the ropes were pulled to spread his legs. I smiled at him. "Pretty hot, huh? You look great all spread out like that..."
He nodded, mesmerized by the scene as he was forced to perform for the crowd.
He started to whisper as he watched: "Yeah. Force me. Make me do it. Make me do it while they all watch. Oh shit, yeah, do it, humiliate me make me beg oh GOD -"
I started to lick his cock.
Working quickly, I licked up and down his shaft, stopping to lick the tip and then chew on his balls. I knew he couldn't last much longer.
He then heard the next round of begging, when he was forced to fantasize about the truckers gang banging him. He started to beg me to stop, to stop the tape, stop the licking, but I redoubled my efforts, giving his ass a lick on each pass; licking like mad all over his ass, cock and balls. His rigid body was vibrating like a tuning fork.
"Oh GOD, please stop, please stop. I want to come so badly. Please don't make me do it. Don't make me ask for the blowjob. Don't make me, oh god, I can't help it. I'm so hot. I need release. I'm so hot for the shame, It makes me so hot. Don't make me do it again. Don' make me go out there. Don't make me perform like some cheap slut while they watch. They make me hot. They make me feel ashamed. They make me want it. Oh GOD, it was so HOT, the way they FORCED me to PERFORM; the way they forced to me to SQUIRM, to BEG. The way they forced me to WANT it. Yes, forced me to enjoying the fucking the humiliation. Oh god yes. I loved it. I loved it. OH GOD NO.... no... nnnooo..... nnooohh! nnnnnnh-yYES! OH! YES! DO IT! MAKE ME DO IT. MAKE ME DO IT. MAKE ME COME. MAKE ME DO IT-AAAAAHHHHHH!! - SUCK MY COCK!!!!!"
As my mouth enveloped his entire shaft he went wild, thrashing and spasming in the wild ecstasy of unbridled lust, pounding into my mouth and blasting his pent-up come straight down my throat. Spurt after spurt of hot stud-liquor drained his balls dry.
His come was sweet. Sweeter was the knowledge that his orgasm was caused by the realization that I would rape him in front of those truckers - again.
As he subsided, his voice on the tape was audible again: "Yeah, I'll do it, I'll suck you all off, yeah, make me do it, make me suck your cocks while you all watch. Make me lick your ass holes. Make me beg. Yeah, all of you. ALL of you - "
His face was wet with tears. I smiled at him.
"Enjoy it?"
He looked away and groaned. "Yeah. I did."
"And why did you enjoy it, Slave?"
"Because... Because..."
"Say it."
"Because of the humiliation, the rape, the degradation. Knowing that they watched. And just now, knowing that...that... "
"Knowing that you would be forced to do it again made you even hotter."
"Yes."
I unzipped my pants and released my dick, throbbing and ready.
I stared at his ass.
He lifted his legs high without a word. I grabbed his arm and threw him to the floor. Pinning his body under mine I forced my cock into his ass. He spread his legs to give me better access. I got hold of the remote and cued the tape back to the begging scene. I cranked the volume and started to ram home, whispering in his ear what his fate would be the next Wednesday. He whimpered and begged as I raped him.
Afterward, he thanked me.
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