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"Ashland"
Chapter 3
The next few minutes were a blur. The men argued for a few minutes over what to do with Ashland, as he stood there handcuffed and leg cuffed, and then someone said, "Take him to Joe's."
At that, they all nodded and seemed to agree.
The Sheriff dug through a bag he'd brought and retrieved a mouth spreader. It had a fake skin type material to cover the boy's teeth and a metal bar on the sides to keep the boy's mouth open. It made him a drooling mess but would serve it's purpose of preventing him from closing his mouth or biting or scratching a dick.
After that was attached to his teeth, Mr. Dennis wrapped a thick leather collar around his neck. It had a little attachment on it of some kind.
Mr. Dennis saw him looking at it and said, "Try to speak."
Ashland said, "What do you want me to say?"
Or at least, he tried to. The thing in his mouth prevented him from saying anything clearly and by the first syllable he was on the ground shaking.
Coach laughed and said, "It's just a dog's shock collar, boy, juiced up a level. Slaves don't speak. You try and you wind up tased on the floor like a mouthy bitch."
The rest of the men seemed to find the sight of him on the floor just as funny as Coach.
When they were done staring and laughing, Coach spoke again.
He said:
It's my son Jake's twelth birthday so I probably can't do Joe's, unless things run late. Leave him here with me, let me have some fun, and then I'll drop him off at Joe's. Won't take long.
Then Coach pulled his wallet out, handed them some money, and said, "The beer is on me until then."
The men left as Ashland tried to get up from the ground. Coach lifted him up under his shoulders and got him on his knees. He flicked the collar off using the remote.
Then he used the boy's mouth.
The mouth guard let him completely ignore the existence of the boy and just enjoy the convulsions of the wet throat as his dick battered it's way into it over and over. The gagging and choking massaged and squeezed his cock.
Fuck, it felt good.
The boy clearly didn't feel the same way. At one point, the little shit actually passed out. Coach Tillman didn't even realize it until the kid's body collapsed and fell to the floor. It didn't make too much of a difference though.
He made sure Ashland was breathing and then placed him on his back on the coffee table. Ashland's head was hanging off the table upside down and it gave the man a great angle to use the kid's throat like pussy.
He laid his body on top of the boy's body, gripped the kid's head with his thighs, and just soaked his dick deep before pounding that throat again.
He could feel his balls start to pull up and he knew he was about to explode when the kid woke up and actually retched on his dick. Coach Tillman pulled off and flipped the boy over so the kid could empty his stomach.
And that gave him a great view of the boy's ass. The jock the kid was wearing showed every bit of his tight little swimmer's ass. The coach remembered the first time he saw that ass in the boy's locker room and that he thought even then how tight and sweet it looked. The marks on the boy from the belt just made it hotter and emphasized the kid's status as nothing more than a hole.
The second the kid stopped vomiting, he flipped the boy around until that butt was level with his dick. Tillman's cock was rock hard, all eight inches wet with the boy's throat juices.
The kid really was a little fag. His hole looked tight as a virgin's cunt, but it was shaved completely smooth. It reminded Tillman of his own boy's ass. No real man would ever shave his asshole or have a butt that smooth.
Tillman pulled the kid's cheeks apart, spit on the tiny pink hole, and rammed his dick in.null