1. Training a Jock Slut Chapter 4


    Date: 7/27/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blackmail, Gay, Humiliation, Male Domination, Author: Philip Faras, Rating: 93.3, Source: sexstories.com

    jock. He would mow the lawns of all three houses practically naked. His two tormenters would relax on their porch, barking orders. They would order him to go over the same spot with the lawnmower multiple times just so they could see his sweaty juicy ass jiggle with every step. Speaking of his ass, Coach had started training his slave’s other hole. He had given Brody a series of seven butt plugs that increased in girth and length. The final plug had the girth’s of Coach’s own beer can cock. And it was half its length. Every two days, Brody would walk to the center of the circular driveway all three houses shared. Both older men would be on their porches, leaking with anticipation of the ritual. After seeing the nod from Coach, the whimpering slut, clad in only his jockstrap, would pull out the butt plug that had been in his ass for two days straight. He would then produce a slightly larger plug and try to slowly cram it into his cunt. Brody’s entire body burned with shame as he saw his tormentors stroking themselves at his nasty display. The entire ordeal would often take nearly 30 agonizing minutes. And after he had finally gotten the anal toy stuffed into his hole, he would be glistening with sweat, uncomfortable and panting. The two men took this as their cue to saunter over to their prize. They were stroking the entire way, sans pants. Once they reached their target, Brody knew what he had to do. He would squat low on the asphalt, and tilt his head back with his mouth ...
    open. He had completely resigned to his fate. ‘That’s it slut, open wide.” “Yeah, just take our hot man seed. You know you love it. Just look at yourself. Leaking all over the place. There is no way you can convince us that you are not completely loving it.” “God, he is such a nasty pig. He has been slurping up cum like a vacuum the past few days.” Brody’s eyes stung with tears at the two men verbally assaulting him. He saw their lusty sneers as they fisted their oily cocks. He was still ignorant of the sexual stimulant running through his veins. His own hard cock confused him. Maybe he did like this. The toy inside his bowels made him feel full. Stretching his ass to its limits. It would occasionally rub a spot inside him that made his eyes roll back. In a perverse way, Brody was starting to like what was being done to him. The Coach’s conditioning was starting to work. The drug combined with the mental manipulation was turning the stud into putty. Ready for remolding by Coach. Just then, Brody heard loud grunts above him. Cum spurted at him from the two cocks. The Reverend had aimed his load directly into Brody’s mouth. Coach decided to paint the slut’s face with his cum instead. “Now get home and clean yourself up. What would your father say if he saw you like this?” Brody’s turned red at the Coach’s words. He swallowed the load in his mouth, got up slowly and walked home. He was slightly bowlegged because of the large intrusion in his ass. And his face was still coated by a ...