A Fort Nite Chapter 8
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As Michael turned to leave the room, Dale was standing in the doorway. Naked, his cock was hard, and his body almost completely covered in cum!
"Hey, fuck-buddy. Wow, you look like you've been had by a few guys!" Michael said, knowing the pig slut Dale was.
Cum was oozing over his whole body; there were even strings of cum dripping from his hair. Michael turned to M and his brother, and told them to take Dale to the restraint room and get him hooked up. He was going to stop by the supply room, and get the necessary tools to work Dale over good.
The restraint room was a small, dimly lit room, about 10 by 10. There were 4 metal poles running from the ceiling to the floor, making a perfect square. Short chains hung from the top of the poles, with clips on the ends.
When Michael walked into the room, the twins already had Dale's wrists in leather restraint straps, and he was standing between two of the posts, with both arms restrained over his head, and clipped to the chains hanging down from the top of the posts.
The first item Michael got from the supply room was a blindfold, which he secured around Dale's head, making the room completely dark for him. Then he grabbed N by the balls and asked if his bladder was full.
"Fuck yea, dude! I haven't pissed since we pissed on you in the shower room," he said
"Good; get that chair and bring it over here," he told N.
Once the chair was in front of Dale, Michael directed N to get up on the chair and shower Dale's cum-covered body clean with his hot piss. It didn't take long before N's cock was spraying a strong, full, steady stream of hot yellow water all over Dale's chest, washing the large accumulations of still moist cum off his body, and cascading them down his chest, over his tight abs, and finally streaming off the head of his long, hanging cock.
Michael, being the piss pig he was, couldn't resist the warm yellow liquid that was streaming from the head of Dale's cock. So he got on his knees in front of Dale's dick, and placed the head of his soft cock into his open mouth. The taste of piss and cum was instant, as Michael began drinking the sweet, yet pungent liquid cascading into his mouth off Dale's cock.
M was also enjoying the taste of warm piss and cum; as he was licking Dale's chest and abs clean, while his brother's stream of piss washed him down.
Michael still had his mouth over the head of Dale's cock, as N's piss continued to flow over his abs and down his body. Most of the cum that once covered Dale had been washed away, and was now in Michael's and M's stomach.
N's stream of piss was slowing, as his bladder was emptied out, but Michael wasn't about to move away until every last drop of piss had been drained out of N's cock and into his throat.
And when the piss stopped streaming off the tip of Dale's still soft hanging cock, Michael took Dale's soft cock deeper into his mouth, and began to suck it clean, savoring the sweet and creamy flavors of cum, piss, and, of course, the taste of Dale's cock. And as Michael was sucking Dale's cock clean, it began to swell, and grow hard in his mouth.
Michael sucked harder, enjoying the feeling of Dale's soft cock, as it grew and expanded in his mouth. That was . . . until he got a welcome surprise.
Suddenly, Michael's mouth was once again blasted with a strong torrent of hot fucking piss, which caught him off guard, and he started to choke, as the warm, salty piss flooded his throat. But being the piss pig he was, Michael was soon taking all of Dale's piss without effort, swallowing the gushing stream of hot yellow liquid that flowed heavily into his mouth from Dale's pissing cock.
Not until Dale's cock was completely drained did Michael finally get up off his knees; his stomach was so full of piss, he actually heard a sloshing sound as he moved to get the spreader bar that hung on the wall.
The twins watched as Michael brought the bar and placed it by Dale's feet. Dale's cock had grown completely hard, and when Michael attached the bar to the leather restraint straps around Dale's ankles, his cock started to leak massive amounts of pre-cum.
Dale stood there, his arms raised over his head, attached high on the metal poles behind him. Now his feet were spread wide apart, as Michael attached the last ankle clip to the bar.
"Awwwhhhh, Fuck!" Dale breathlessly exclaimed, as a surge of cum flowed from his ass, when the large black butt plug fell out of his asshole and bounced on the floor. Gush after gush of cum spewed from his spent hole, as he stood there with his legs spread wide.
"You fucking pig, how many guys did you take up your ass? You are a cum whore, and a slut, and I think you need to be punished," Michael said, as he picked up a black flat paddle.
Dale's balls were low hangers, even when his cock was hard. So when the first swing of the paddle hit them, they bounced heavily. Michael didn't swing it too hard, but enough so Dale winced each time the paddle made contact with his two large hairless balls, that were lodged inside his stretched out T bag.
Again, and again, Michael swatted Dale's balls with the paddle, each time getting a jerking reaction from Dale. But hardly a sound came out of his mouth, as the paddle hit his balls harder and harder with each swing. And when Michael finally felt Dale's punishment was complete, both their cocks were rock hard, as Dale's continued to leak cum all over the floor.
The twins were standing next to Dale, each working one of his nipples, pulling on the large nipple clamps that were attached to Dale's fully erect nipples. They pulled and tugged on his nipples until they were rock hard, each protruding out more than Michael had ever seen them. But Dale always had the hottest nipples, and they were 100% connected to his cock. Michael witnessed him one day bring himself to the most intense orgasm, by just playing with his nipples. Dale's cock shot so much cum, and without any contact to his raging cock. Yea, he loved nipple play, and rough, too.
So as Dale's red-raw paddled balls hung in their sack, Michael pulled the clips down from the bars at the opposite end, and attached them to Dales ankles, removing the spreading bar. And with a couple of pulls, Dale was now hanging on his back with his arms and legs high in the air.
Dale's ass was now ready for another round of hard cocks. And there were three guys here with just what he was looking for...and they were ready to, once again, fill his asshole full of their hot, gooey cum.
M asked to go first; he said his balls were starting to turn blue, and he sooo needed to blow a load. So he came around to Dale's still dripping asshole, and just plowed his hard cock deep inside him. Lube? No need . . . Dale's ass was so coated with spent cum, and it had been stretched out from the fisting he had enjoyed earlier; that's why M's cock almost fell into Dale's gaping ass hole.
M grabbed onto Dale's waist, and, with a push and pull of their makeshift sling, Dale was soon swinging back and forth on and off of his cock. M held his hard-on down, and in place, and Dale literally swung back and forth on M's cock.
And with M's brother N on one side of Dale, and Michael on the other, they helped M, by pulling and pushing Dale's body back and forth, impaling him on M's cock, and then pulling him off.
It was quite obvious, by the loud grunting sounds in the room, that both men were getting off. Dale's cock, though not completely hard, was lying against his trimmed mound of wet pubic hair, and had a steady flow of clear gooey pre-cum oozing from the large piss slit. His balls, and 'T' bag, were bouncing along with him, until they would get smashed up against M's crotch. And with each slam of his balls, Dale would squeal like the pig he was, as his balls had become quite tender from Michael's recent punishment.
As M had said, he needed to get off, and it wasn't long before he grabbed Dale, and pulled him tight against his hairy crotch, while his cock spewed a huge load of his built up cum deep inside Dale's asshole. You could see by the look on his face, that his orgasm was intense, and his tight balls were pumping out a load of white, hot sperm, just like they were built to do.
M didn't move, as his cock continued depositing his massive built up load into Dale. So both of us grabbed onto one of Dale's erect nipples, and tugged hard, as M's orgasm continued to fill Dale's asshole. He moaned with pleasure, as we stretched and tweaked his long hard nipples, while M was breeding him.
But suddenly, Dale's moaning changed, and we looked over at M, and the look on his face was definitely different; more like a look of relief, as opposed to the look of a guy shooting cum deep into the asshole of a hot guy. But Dale moaned with pleasure, and then M let out a deep long sigh...Michael knew immediately, by the look on M's face...he was filling Dale's asshole with a nice delicious load of hot piss.
And as soon as M pulled his cock from Dale's cum and piss soaked hole, Michael was on his knees, with his mouth planted tight against the lips of Dale's asshole. He sucked and pulled until the stream of piss and cum flowed steadily from Dale's ass, right into his mouth and down his throat.
"Mmmmmmmmm," came the constant pleasure moan, as Michael drank M's bounty from Dale's challis.
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