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Chapter 11
Scum dived onto Scotty's stretched out cunt, sucking and licking all the cum he could get out of it. Big Bob meanwhile grunted and pushed his guts. Scotty started to scream as he felt a big piece of shit start to push through the opening in the gag and press against his tongue. Someone held a rag soaked in poppers over Scotty's nose, and the fumes were all he could breath. As the waves of lust washed over his body, he felt another new sensation as Scum pressed his hard, pierced dick in Scotty's battered, sore hole. He gasped at the new sensation of all that metal rubbing his enflamed pussy which allowed Big Bobs shit log to hit the back of his throat. He gagged and choked as he fought the inevitable. Scum just plowed his cunt, enjoying fucking the jock, a treat he rarely got. Big Bob slammed his fist like a hammer into Scotty's stomach, forcing him to exhale, then inhale causing the shit to slide down his throat and into his stomach. Scotty wretched and puked, but ultimately Big Bobs shit went down his gullet. Scum shot his load into Scotty, thanking his own Master for such an honor. Big Bob stood up and looked down at Scotty's teared stained face, checking his mouth to make sure he had swallowed it all.
"Grab him boys!" Big Bob ordered, as two bikers grabbed his arms and legs and carried him into the bathroom, unceremoniously dropping him into the tub. Big Bob started pissing, aiming his stream right into Scotty's open mouth. Scotty automatically started swallowing, knowing better than to anger Big Bob. As he finished pissing, the rest of the gang started pissing all over the college boy whore. The drain was plugged so eventually Scotty was wallowing in a puddle of piss.
"Oink whore!" Demanded Big Bob. "Oink like the nasty piggy you are!" Scotty snorted as best he could while he accepted the piss, beyond the point of shame. After every biker's bladder was empty, the gag was removed and Scotty was lifted up and carried into the main room. Big Bob stood there, his mighty tree trunk of a cock at full attention. Scotty's wrists were locked together and placed over Big Bobs head. The popper soaked rag was tied around Scotty's nose as Big Bob hooked his arms under Scotty's legs, pulling them up. Pushing Scotty's back against the wall, he slammed his cock right up Scotty's hole to the hilt, filling him more than anyone had filled him before. Scotty just went limp and hung like a ragdoll on Big Bob, his head flopping around, his mouth agape as he was mercilessly pounded into oblivion, his own cock desperate to get hard, the sharp pins digging in harder as his body was jostled.
"Fuck yea!" Big Bob screamed." This is what I call a cunt! How do you like that, college boy? You're a fuckin biker whore! Your just a piece of cunt to fuck. A shit eating, piss drinking biker toilet! What do you think about that college boy? Think you're such a jock now? Huh? Think you're so fuckin hot now? You ain't shit bitch! You're lower than scum! Tonight, Scum fucked you! You're nothing more than a Scum sucking toilet bitch! What would your Mamma say now? Seeing her baby boy being nothing more than a biker cum dump! Getting fucked like a two dollar whore in a dirty motel by 15 men he don't even know!"
Big Bob kept up the verbal assault on Scotty, humiliating him, debasing him, hocking spit and snot all over his pretty boy face. Scotty just hung there and took it while Big Bob slammed his 18 year old hole into hamburger. For 30 minutes the assault continued, never slowing for a second. Finally he let out a bellow and pumped his sperm deep into Scotty's belly, shaking and calling Scotty every name he could think of. When he finished, he just threw Scotty onto the bed like a discarded rag. Scotty didn't even move. "Prepare him'" He ordered, while Scum cleaned off his dick.
Two bikers grabbed a barely conscious Scotty and moved quickly. A collar with rings was put around his neck to which his wrists were attached. His ankles were tied to a spreader bar, stretching his legs wide apart. The bar was forced behind his head and clipped to the collar, so his ass was spread wide open. Finally a rope was tied around his balls and looped through a ring in the front of the collor. His neck was pushed foreward as the rope was secured, forcing him to keep his head up and forward. If he bent it back, it would pull painfully on his balls. The ass spreader was again inserted into his flaming red cunt, and spread apart. Another spoonful of powder was dumped into his guts and the spreader removed.
Big Bob stood there observing the preperations, enjoying see the jock whore tied in such an uncomfortable way, knowing he would soon be more uncomfortable. He watched Scotty as the drugs took over him, watching the boy become a desperate hole again. His distended ass starting an automatic sucking motion, silently begging to be filled. Big Bob was about to give it a filling like never before. Scotty watched in fear, too afraid to make a sound as Big Bob grabbed a can of crisco and greased his hand and arm.
He didn't start gently, there was no need to. He rammed four big fingers right into the rosebud, barely eliciting more than a whorish moan from Scotty. He twisted the four fingers in and out of the cunt before him, then quickly added his thumb. This new addition caused Scotty to instinctively throw his head back, instantly sending shockwaves of pain through his balls. He cried out a little bit, but just bit his lip and waited. Big Bob was up to the knuckles on his large hand, slowly opening Scotty's cunt wider than ever. Pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust. Finally, his large hand pressed past the anal ring, popping into Scotty's guts. Scotty let out a large scream and blacked out.
Big Bob just sat there, his fist in the unconscious boy, looking at the red oozing around his hairy wrist and waited. Eventually Scotty came to, seeing stars, his mind on a different plane. Big Bob wiggled his fingers around while lighting bolts shot through Scotty's body. Big Bob made a fist inside the boy and pushed a little deeper. Scotty just made a low, gutteral moan and threw his head back, oblivious to the pain in his stretched balls. One of the bikers took a knife and cut the jockstrap off the moaning whore. Everyone watched as clear liquid poured out of the confined cock as Scotty's prostate was milked from the inside. He was cumming without cumming, resulting in a non stop orgasm as his belly was soaked.
Then Big Bob really went to work. He pulled his arm in and out, twisting it around, the hair on his arm rubbing inside Scotty's ass. Scotty just moaned non stop. Big Bob pulled his fist out, pulling some of Scotty's insides with it. A look of desperation passed Scotty's face as his hole was emptied.
"Please!" Scotty cried out,"Please put it back!"
The room erupted in laughter at the desperate whore. Big Bob didn't even have to make him beg. He was doing it on his own. Big Bob just balled his fist and rammed it hard into the hole, halfway up his arm. Scotty wailed loudly as he bucked on the arm embedded in him as it forced open the second sphincter deep inside him. He rode that arm as much as he could, tied as he was. Big Bob just pounded him over and over, pulling all the way out, punch fucking the young gymnast. Turning him into the ultimate biker whore. After an hour of pulverizing the whore beneath him, he pulled out his arm, replacing it with his cock. By now, Scotty's cunt was nothing more than a very wet, very loose cavern. He could barely feel the gigantic cock as it rammed in and out of his gash. Big Bob just enjoyed the thoroughly broken slut beneath him. After what seemed like forever, he dumped another big load deep in Scotty's wrecked bowels.
He looked at the clock as he pulled out. 4:00. 3 Hours till his owner came to pick him up. He just turned the limp boy over to the gang for the next three hours. He was untied and fucked nonstop. He was so loose, most guys double fucked him, three men at a time in both his holes. By 6:50, Scotty was nothing more than a limp, cum filled, spit covered mess. Big Bob had one last trick up his sleeve. He layed on the bed and propped Scotty on his cock, facing the door. He wanted his owner to see what a totally defeated cock whore he had become. Scotty rode his dick, wanting more and more when there was a knock on the door.
------------------------------------ The door opened, and I looked into the room, immediately seeing my boy riding a cock even bigger than mine. Suddenly I felt an anger rise in me.
"Look at the whore." Big Bob said. "He served us well! You want to fuck his wrecked hole? Won't be tight for days!"
Scotty just looked at me with his glassy eyes as I ripped him off Big Bobs cock, throwing him face down on the bed. The gang cheered as I released my monster and slammed it up my boys cunt. Cum just squirted out as I pounded a hole looser than anything I've felt before. I just rode him as he moaned my name over and over.
"Shut up!" I yelled, smaking him in the back of his head over and over. "I am Sir!" There was no way I'd let my whore use my name in front of these men. I didn't take long to pump the last load of the night into him. After I pulled out, Big Bob handed me a little key. I just wrapped a blanket around Scotty and carried him to the car.
Once in the car, I wiped the spit and cum off his body the best I could. He just looked at me with a strange look. Was he just high? Was he just a completely fucked and used whore? Or was there something more? I just backed the car out and headed back to our dorm.