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For a several minutes, Todd stood savoring the succulent vision of his distressed charge. The haggard hunk squirmed nervously before him, obviously desperate to avoid further harassment. Todd's lustful stare moved slowly from the weary and battered studs smudged face down to his large, grimy hands, forced firmly to his scraped pecs, and over his tight abs, smeared with muck and grim. Then, dropping his gaze lower, he came to rest on the hapless straight man's lacerated crotch, smiling in sinister pride at the poor man's shrunken cock and swollen, painfully distended ballsac. "Well, handsome," he leered, "You’re a sorry sight now. Guess we reamed out your straight butt but good, huh?" Then he snidely added, "Shouldn't get into strangers cars. Didn't your mama teach you that?" Sniffling, Victor rasped out an impassioned "What do you want with me?" "Don't worry your pretty little head about it," Todd smirked, "You just be smart and do what you're told. You're only twenty-nine. Young enough to learn." At the strapping hunk's perplexed look, he added, "Saw it on your license. You're also 6'4" and 220 pounds. Nice." Then, crossing around the table, Todd knelt before his nervous prisoner and, reaching out slowly he patted the trembling stud's miserable cock and balls gently, observing "These must hurt like hell." With nervous trepidation, Victor whimpered "Please don't hurt me any more." "Sssshhh," Todd cooed, and rising he offered, "Let's see if I got something to make those feel better." Striding over to the trunk he and his buddies had stocked for their mission, he flipped up the lid and began to rummage through its contents until he came up with a plastic bottle filled with white lotion. Returning to his prisoner with the bottle, he knelt once again and, reaching around the apprehensive man, he loosened the rope and unwrapped it from around the big hunk's waist, releasing the man's tortured balls, forcing a sigh of relief to escape the lips of his brutalized charge. Deftly, he unknotted the rope and freed his captive's limp, frighten prick and swollen gonads. Snapping the cap of the bottle open and squeezing a generous mound of the creamy lotion onto his large palm, he placed his hand softly over his prisoners bruised balls and gently began to massage them. The soothing lotion was a cool relief to his tortured balls and Victor almost cooed as the heat in them abated somewhat. As his big, blonde assailant played with his jewels, Victor squirmed in a mixture of disgust and delight. More lotion was squirted onto his crotch and Victor started in shock as his captor gripped his scrotum delicately and began to stroke it slow and firm. Horrified, he twinged as his shriveled member sprang to life. "Please, I'm not like that," he pleaded with his abductor, "I'm not like you." The persistent bully merely shushed him and continued his seduction, playing Victor's privates like a fiddle. Hot with shame and disgust, Victor watched as his dong rose to its full glory in the grip of this fiendish faggot. Todd was proud of the fact that he knew exactly how to pleasure a man and he smiled in triumph as watched this strapping straight man squirmed in ecstasy at his deft touches. Once he had succeeded in seducing a boner out of the big hunk, he paused for a moment to admire his work. Then, shoving the obviously horrified man's hands up to his neck, Todd used his free hand to pinch and stretch his captive's ripe, juicy nipple. Gripping the hard nub between his fingers, he pulled it out as far as it would extend from the awestruck man's chest. Then he rolled it roughly between his finger tips and smirked, "Let's stand this fucker up nice and perklylike!" Wincing a panged "Ouch!", Victor twitched about as his attacker mauled his chest rudely. Stinging darts of pain bolted through his body. The big, blonde bully rubbed his hand over to Victor's other nipple and began to twist and stretch it grotesquely away from his body. "Please," Victor whimpered, but his attacker was relentless. For several minutes, the nasty man viscously alternated Victor's swelling, painfully distended nipples between his large fingers, the same fingers that had brutally invaded his once proud straight ass earlier in the woods. Stabbing pangs surged through Victor's heaving chest as this sinister thug kneaded away, obviously enjoy his distress. He winced and whimpered "Stop!" continuously, but his attacker ignored his pleas. All of a sudden, the son-of-a-bitch dropped his fingers and, leaning into his distraught prey, he placed his warm mouth on Victor's now swollen nipple, licking and sucking it lewdly. Then he swirled his rough, wet mouth and tongue back and forth across Victor's bulging chest, greedily slurping away. Victor felt surges of pleasure and pain alternately course through his confused body. All the while, he continued his frenzied protests, but they fell on deaf ears. A sting suddenly jolted his chest when his assailant brought his sharp teeth together around one nipple and began to gnaw at it hungrily. Then his other nipple was bitten ravenously as the irrepressible homo once more brought his hand to rest on Victor's straining cock. Barraged by confusing sensations, Victor struggled frantically, as this bastard began to work his cock into a frenzy, all the while devouring Victor's chafed nipples between his teeth. For a moment, he pushed down against the top of the viscous man's head with his bound hands, in an attempt to push his attacker off, but this only resulted in a savage bite that almost ripped his sensitive nipple from his chest and he quickly abandoned that idea. Pressing his chest against his attacker's large frame, he attempted to shove the horrible man away, but the weight of the big guy made this impossible. He found his legs to be of no help with his attacker so close. As his cock quivered in this relentless bastard's hand, Victor felt conflicting passions of shame and pleasure, and he was forced to resign himself to the fact that this determined brute was going to jerk him off whether he liked it or not. Furiously driving his prisoner to the brink of orgasm, Todd felt his own raging shaft painfully straining against his tight jeans. He had this big straight fucker in the palm of his hand, literally, and he was going to milk the bitch for all he was worth. The astonished moans rising from his captive told him he was winning the battle and humiliating this big married bitch such that he would never forget it. Slyly, he worked his hand up and down and all around the panicked hunk's fuckstick, occasionally dropping it lower to tickle the desperate guy's nuts, eliciting high-pitched squeals of surprise and delight that told him the big fucker liked having his balls played with. All during the ordeal, he feasted away ravenously on the writhing stud's now huge nipples. Maintaining his sadistic ritual at a steady pace for several minutes, he began to feel the twinges of passion in his victim's prick that told him victory was eminent. Increasing his torquing to a fevered pace and chowing down hard on the writhing hunk's dirty distended nipples, he was rewarded when a huge geyser of warm, sticky manjuice erupted from his horrified straight prisoner's throbbing rod. "No! No! No! No! Oh, GAWD, NOOOOO!" Victor cried out in shame as, unable to stave it off any longer, he arched his back and thrust his pelvis forward in a massive orgasm. As the nasty faggot jerked Victor's cock fast and furiously, he was driven to spew load after load of semen into the big, blonde bastard's hand. Splashes of his cum spit over his own chest and onto his chin and he realized this scumbag was aiming his prick up towards Victor's own face. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined that any man would be able do this to him, much less one who had savagely taken him up the ass, and he was once more overwhelmed by a rush of humiliation. His sinister assailant tugged on his swollen prick until he was drained dry and still the bastard torqued away. In a panic, Victor screamed, "NO! Please! Stop!" as the sick faggot continued to pull on his raw, now extremely sensitized prick vigorously, causing it to tingle furiously and driving him into a post-orgasmic fit. For what seemed an eternity, he writhed in intense, but strangely blissful agony, twisting futilely in a desperate attempt to free his tender pecker from the sadistic bully. He feared he was going to be driven insane by the heinous overstimulation. Mercifully at last, the bastard released his hand and Victor, gasping for breath, slouched over in his chair, his cock twitching convulsively. He was utterly disgusted by his lack of self-control and unable to face this sick man who had seduced him against his will. It was almost as big a rush for Todd to milk this big, straight fucker as it had been to bust his cherry ass. Close, but no cigar. Laughing lustfully, he gripped the hunky stud's head firm with the back of his hand and smeared the cowed man's dirty face with his own bleachy jism, wiping the sticky discharge into Victor's eyes and nose and over his pretty lips, even forcing some into the reluctant stud's mouth. Todd had a boner that wouldn't quit and he needed immediate release. Lifting his now complacent prisoner up from the chair, he laid the humiliated and grimy fuck on the floor, and, shoving his jeans to his knees, he crawled on top of the bitch and grunted, "My turn now." Stunned by the fact that he had allowed this sick man to jerk him off, Victor's mind was awash with waves of shameful disgust. So much so that he was scarcely aware of being moved. Now, finding himself on the cabin floor, straddled by this sick faggot who had violated him, he saw his danger. Enraged at this bastard who had raped and debased him, Victor exploded in a sudden burst of self-preservation and slammed his knee up, managing to land a lucky blow into the son-of-a-bitch's groin. Todd didn't see this coming and was completely taken aback by his captive's sudden attack. Screaming out an agonized "SHIT!", he reeled from the impact of the blow to his raging boner and spunk-filled balls. Blinding pain shot through him and he rolled off the stupid fucker and curled up into a ball, cradling his burning crotch. "SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" he whistled through his clenched teeth, as he squirmed about in a desperate attempt to bring relief to his aching nuts. Seizing upon the opportunity, Victor twisted onto his stomach and, like an inchworm, he frantically began to work his way in the direction of the cabin's door. He had no plan. It had all been too unexpected. He only knew he had to escape this nightmare. As his devilish captor rolled about the floor, he scooched himself closer and closer to freedom. As the throbbing in his groin eased off a bit, Todd recovered his senses enough to catch sight of his prisoner's escape attempt. Painfully, he struggled to his knees and cried, "Where the fuck do you think you're going, bitch!?!" Extremely pissed, he mustered the strength to crawl over and grab the big fucker firmly by his thick ankles. "You're and your slimy mancunt are not going anywhere!" he roared, "And you're gonna pay for what you just did!" The blow to his balls had not abated his massive erection in the least. If anything, it had fed it and he needed relief. Pulling hard on the struggling hunk, he began to lug the stupid fuck back towards the center of the room. Summoning his last ounce of energy, Victor kicked frantically at the raging son-of-a-bitch who now had his ankles in an iron grip. But he had exhausted his reserves in his desperate attempt to flee this nightmare and his sturdy abductor easily overpowered him again. Terrified of what this crazy faggot would do to him now, Victor screamed "Let me go! Please! Let me go!" But it was no use as he felt his agonized body sliding back into the room. Flipping the frantic fucker onto his back, Todd wrenched the quivering bitch's legs over his head and pressed the tops of the big fuck's huge, grimy feet to the floor beside his ears, pinning the prick to the ground. Then, crawling onto his luckless prey, he began poking his boner about the big, dirty fuck's ass, seeking a tight, sloppy home for his raging prick. Meeting his quaking victim's gaze, he sneered viscously, "I'm gonna drill you a new asshole for what you just did, bitch!" Victor was beside himself with dread. Although his attacker was a few inches shorter than him, the mean bastard was strong and he was exhausted from the trials of this unbelievable morning. Desperately he fought for all he was worth, but nonetheless found himself loosing ground rapidly. Terror and disgust overcame him and he began to cry. Warm, salty tears rolled off his sticky face and onto the floor as, impotently, he blubbered "No!" over and over, weakly pressing the palms of his hands against the brute’s firmly developed chest as he felt the insatiable bully's cock probing at his ripped and burning asshole. Todd was hotter than he thought he'd ever been as he gazed upon the look of utter panic in the face of this beautiful straight bitch whose ass he was about to decimate. Aiming his prick for the sniveling fucker's oozy, gaping twat, he raised his ass high and slammed it down with all his might, plunging his rock-hard rod into the panicked fuck's wet, sloppy mancunt and burying it until his balls smacked loudly against the howling bitches ass. A prolonged scream of "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" shot out of Victor's mouth and he scrunched his eyes shut as his bruised, stretched-out asshole was ripped wide once again. As his heinous rapist ferociously pile-drove his enormous, steely cock in and out and in and out of Victor's torn hole in an onslaught of repugnant passion, grunting "Fuck you, bitch!" with each burning jab, Victor roared forth in an uninterrupted stream of primordial screams. In his worst nightmare he could never have imagined that he could be used and degraded this way. Most people were intimidated by his size and, before this day, he had never been overpowered by another man. For what seemed liked hours, Todd speared Victor up his shitchute again and again. Then, at long last, Todd let loose with a high-pitched grunt of ecstasy and Victor found his brutally distended sphincter pulsated in rhythm to the bursts of Todd's spunk as it shot into his tender innards. The gooey liquid coursed into Victor's gut for a seeming eternity before Todd finally collapsed on top of him. For several seconds the two men lay still and panting heavily, exhausted from their impassioned encounter. Finally, Todd disengaged his softening prick from Victor's undulating, agonizingly widened cavity and rolled off onto the floor beside his prisoner. Freed from the tie, Victor once more erupted into violent sobs that wracked his body painfully. Todd lay still for some time, catching his breath and savoring the blissful moment, before he stood once more and swaggered over to the trunk. Foraging through it for a few seconds, he drew out a pair of handcuffs and returned to his victim. Hoisting the convulsing fucker up, he slung the blubbering bitch over his shoulder and carried him over to the cage that he and the guys had erected in a far corner of the cabin. Lowering the big fuck to his feet and steadying his simpering playmate’s reeling frame against the bars of the cage by pressing his own body into it, he lifted the big fucker's arm over his head and slapped a cuff on the submissive bitch's wrist. Running the remaining cuff through the bars of the cage, he closed it off on the hapless prick's other wrist and stepped back to watch as the devastated fucker slouched down along the cage, spent and brought to bay. "That was the fun part!" he smirked at his shackled prey, as he retrieved the riding crop from the bed. "Now I'm gonna learn you good!" Then, hesitating for a moment as a nasty idea popped into his sick mind, he crossed once more to the chest. Retrieving an enormous butt plug from it, Todd brought it over to where the big fucker was enchained. The whiny bitch's hole was so slimy with spunk it would need no lube in order to devour the insidious toy. "Don't want you closing up!" he chuckled as he unceremoniously punched the grotesque rubber battering ram into the whimpering fucker's singularly violated hole. As the protesting prick groaned hoarsely, Todd sneered, "You gotta learn whose boss!" Slowing stroking the crop across his plaything's quivering, exposed flesh, he snarled "When I'm done with you you'll make a first-class fuck boy!" The pleading straight punk flinched at the scratch of the coarse leather and Todd reared back his arm and brought the whip down hard on his tethered prisoner's back. Again and again, the crop whistled through the air, searing his agonized victim's backside. Up and down Todd worked, stripping the big, grimy fucker's thighs, his back, and his ass. He even lashed the soles of the bitch's big, dirty feet several times. Yet again, Victor was driven to release blood-curdling screams. "NOOOOOO!" he pleaded, "Oh, PLEASE GOD, LET ME DIE!" Again and again he was an enormous scream. That's what it felt like. Not like he was screaming, but he was the scream. This nasty faggot was insane. He felt his flesh flaying from the lashes. His mind was blowing and he was only able to howl in futile objection. "PLEASE STOP!!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. But the lashes didn't stop. They kept raining down. He was going to die. "WHY?" he cried piteously and received no answer. He was on fire. It hurt so bad. He was fire. He was a scream on fire. Pain. Only pain. Fire. Scream. Pain. Why. And then, mercifully, Victor fell limp against the cage, silent and unconscious. The bitches’ inhuman screams had stopped. Todd knew the screams had stopped, but he kept pelting the big fucker. This stupid prick had really pissed him off! He was in charge. Never was he to be challenged. He could feel the sweat pouring down his forehead and dripping into his eyes, blinding him. Dimly, he became aware of a voice shouting, "Todd!" And a second voice hollering, "Enough already!" And a hand was on his arm and someone grabbed him by the waist and yanked him back. As the fog of rage lifted from his mind, he realized that Randy and Tim had him in their grasp. He shook his head fiercely to clear it out. Glancing down, he saw his charge trussed to the cage, his lacerated back, ass, legs and feet a mass of bleeding welts and scores and he realized he had lost control. "Is he dead?" he asked his buddies sheepishly. "No," Randy replied as he felt Victor's pulse. "What got into you?" Tim asked incredulously, "This is our bread and butter. What were you thinking?" "He kicked me!" Todd whined as an excuse and snapped "I had to let that bitch know who was in charge!" "You're out of control, man!" Randy muttered and he shook his head disapprovingly. "Better let him sleep it off," Tim suggested, "Let's eat." For the first time, Todd smelled food and realized that his buddies had stopped at Burger King. He was famished. With Victor dangling unconsciously against the bars of the cage, Todd plopped down at the table and began to gorge himself. He ripped into a burger and fries like he hadn't eaten in a week. His buddies sat, chewing slowing, a wary eye to their friend. Everything would be compromised if Todd lost his grip. Silently, they promised themselves to watch their wild friend carefully.