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Top to Bottom - Part 14: More to lose
Three months after his life as the macho Adam Ralston had sunk into a morass of depravity of the kind he had previously visited on thousands of fuck-victims, in the mid-morning spring sunshine on the smooth sheets of his former luxury Manhattan penthouse, Adam Ralston lay sprawled on the bed, his gorgeous tanned sculpted smooth muscles covered in a sheen of sweat from the fucking he had just endured. Adam's tight muscular buttcheeks glowed pink, not from the warm undulating glow of the pleasurable sensations that came from his cock filling a warm tight hole and the after-fuck sensations, but from the spanking Billy had doled out with his palms as his own cock had pummelled the jock's wincing hole, now puffy and semi-dilated into sullen submission. "Ouuuchh!!" Adam yelped helplessly as Billy pried the tender ass crack further open, digging his middle fingers into the sensitive anal canal which triggered his an involuntary sphincter contraction as the hapless blond muscle-jock wet-farted drips of the younger buck's semen that spattered out of his repeatedly defiled fuck-chute. "Prrrrffffttt...sssccchplllurrrt" the obscene noise turned into a squelch as the post-coital discharge, a copious mixture tinged pink and brown with his ass juices, cum, mucus and whatever saliva Billy had allowed Adam to slobber and coat his prick with.
Billy loved withdrawing his rampant cock mid-fuck but only after he had really made Adam grunt and squeal in pain, begging Billy to ease up, slow down and let him have a break from the constant pounding against his battered groin. Billy loved grabbing his former abuser's ears and hair as he shoved all 7.5 inches of his mancunt-stretcher down Adam's gullet, muffling the jock's strained gasps and yelps as he choked on the cock, his dripping tears wetting the bed while he gagged on the younger man's phallus, tasting his ass-slime whilst guzzling the punishingly erect penis with his own throat juices so it could rape his winking hole again.
Those juices now puddled in a dribble on the bed between Adam's tanned toned thighs as the fallen and exhausted stud panted like a bitch in heat, lying prone and not daring to move lest his itching colon heave more messy cum-slop onto the bed. "Fuck yeah, babe, gotta have fucked you pregnant this time!" Billy teased. "Look at all that ass-spooge, hell I bet I've bred triplets inside you, you fucking cum-slut!"
Adam's cheeks burned red as he struggled to hold back tears of humiliation while his sore and tender anal ring felt like it was on fire, the sensitive mucosal ass-lining at his sphincter winking back inwards gradually as Billy's weeping cum unplugged itself in a series of cum-fart globules, reflexively puckering taut like a puffy donut smothered in icing. A lean blond specimen of muscle with heaven-blessed model-good-looks, even Adam Ralston's well-fucked asshole was somehow a thing of lustful beauty, a perfect ring of hewn muscle temporarily straining to ungape itself as his burning rectum unloaded itself of Billy's cum-load. The semen withdrawal was involuntary but the deposit of shame was permanent.
"Ooooohhhhh!!!!" a gasp suddenly escaped Adam's perfectly pouted lips. His voice was a sweet baritone but hoarse from enduring all the throat-fucking and his pleas for Billy to slow down, this morning Adam pitched just that bit higher like a fucked out brothel-whore who needed some rest that wasn't forthcoming any time soon. "Mmmrrrrmmmmhhh....yeahhhh...nnngggghhh....mmmmnnnngghh..." Adam felt a slimy tongue slither around his ass-taint, prompting a stir in his groin as the tongue licked the sore perianal tissues. It was Carlo's 18th birthday in a few days and Billy had invited him back to the apartment for an early mini-celebration so he could lap at his erstwhile boss's furrow, tasting the juices discharging from the abused asshole of the handsome former top. The exposed butthole, the prime upturned bottom of the fallen top who had spent so many months using him nightly as a houseboy slave to warm down his cock after his nightly escapades with random closeted muscleboys or bimbo sluts. Carlo could never forget that dark moonless night in the park 18 months ago when the studly blond Adam had cast his piercing gaze on him and practically raped the poor closeted skinny Latino immigrant into his gilded life. He had spent every waking hour in the plush apartment as his unpaid houseboy, using his days to clean and his nights waiting hours for Adam's roaring fucking to cease so he could swish his tongue around the base of the ever-so-slowly deflating cock, lapping as he would work his way up to the mid-shaft as all ten inches gradually slithered out of whatever cleaved slutty orifice he had disgorged his copious first set of loads into that night while the exhausted victim lay immobilised on the expensive sheets or semi-passed out from the fuck, too sore to move unless Adam kicked them out, still clenching the soft down pillows while their cunts or asses gripped his predatory fuckshaft.
Sure, Carlo had hurt like hell for the first month as he found himself manhandled after cleaning up Adam's cock, forced to ride it down to the base. The ministrations of the Latino's tongue on the massive 10-inch pole somehow always caused enough of a testosterone surge to make the blond Adonis's cock stiffen yet again as his massive balls refilled in time for what Adam snidely referred to as the afterparty-afterfuck. "Yeah!! Fucking spic faggot!! Ride my fucking cock!!" he would holler abusively, loving how his perfectly proportioned, plum-shaped fat pink cockhead punctured Carlo's tight brown sphincter as inch after inch propelled upwards when Adam's sculpted biceps wrenched Carlo's skinny shoulders and pulled him onto his engorged phallus. Lacking the strength to resist the intrusion the Latino teen cried and wailed "Aiiiiieeeeee!!! Señor!! Annnggghh!!! Señooooorrr!!! Please arrrrggghhh señor, it's too biiiigg!! My culo, my culo, please you are hurting me! It's tearing my asshole, you're ripping my ass!!!! Señooooorrr!!! Pleeeeease have mercy!!" Of course as a penniless illegal who was dominated both physically and economically he had no choice in the matter as Adam Ralston's ridged missile buried itself to the hilt, mashing his groin against the shaved hairless asshole of his de facto houseboy as the rectal walls strained night after night to accommodate his master's girth all the way along his 10 inches, with only saliva and cum-remnants as lube. Carlo often wondered whether the hot girls Adam fucked, lying dazed in their post-coital brain-fog were weirded out by the sight of the gorgeous top railing into his little brown teenboy-ass, but he soon concluded that the overwhelming machismo of the after-fuck didn't signal "gay faggot Adam" but rather "man-cock Adam pounding ass-pussy because her own holes hadn't fully satisfied Adam's lust." For his part, Adam Ralston basically saw every exchange as a simple fucker-fuckee, with him as the fucker and pretty much any hot hole - willing or otherwise, as a potential fuckee.
Whatever it was, they were glad their aching asses, throats or pussies had some reprieve from accommodating his throbbing member. That first month as an indentured houseboy Carlo always feared that Adam's savage fucks would tear his small hole; back in his poor neighbourhood in Mexico he remembered some of the rent-boys getting torn up by gringo tourists' fat cocks. Adam's nocturnal after-fucks went at a steady rhythm, the macho jock wielding his cock expertly as he thrusted up at an unyielding pace. Carlo clutched his ankles to brace himself while Adam reached upwards to throttle his slender neck, choking off just enough air to stimulate a combination of panicked asphyxiation that inevitably distracted him from the soreness of the fuck and translated into his teenage asslips tingling uncontrollably as they quivered around the bulging cock, until the grip tightened to the point where Carlo's stuffed ass-ring would suddenly reflexively wink open just a fraction more, when the grinning Adam would bury three unlubed fingers straight up to the third knuckle against his own ramming cock. "Aaaaaaaaaarrrhhhhhh!!!!!" Carlo always belted out a high-pitched scream just as Adam would release the chokehold, causing the skinny Latino's sphincter to clamp tightly around the muscle stud's cock, with Adam timing a deep inward stroke perfectly as his pendulous balls unloaded deep inside the teen's colon as Carlo's back arched inwards while he craned his neck to the ceiling gasping for air, heaving his chest and inhaling the scent of the top stud's fuck while his own 6-inch dick twitched reflexively like a string puppet; Carlo was never allowed to stroke himself to orgasm while Adam ass-raped him - no, that would yield a series of gut-punches and slaps if he dared to spill any of his `dirty, inferior' Hispanic seed on the sheets before his master had unloaded his superior semen, bred from generations of Old New Yorkers, deep in the guts of his Latino servant. "Aaangggh, annnnggghh!!!! Señooooooorrrr!! You're pounding me so deeeeep!!! Oooow oooowwww oowwww!!!!" Carlo would holler repeatedly as another five or six heavy loads spurted from the Nordic stud, creaming deep inside his houseboy's raw entrails until they overflowed and trickled out of the sore pink puffy asshole. Carlo's head spun, his sore rectum contracting around the massive cock as the teen remained motionless like a frozen jockey on the verge of defeat. "Fucking ace, bitch!! Alpha man-seed breeding you deep!!" Adam would yell, "if I had two cocks I'd fuck you twice with both of them at the same time, but and cock-and finger fuck is gonna have to satisfy your little whore-pussy!" Withdrawing his fingers Adam would keep his pistoning cock lodged to the hilt, maintaining an evil erection as he grabbed Carlo's waist and lifted him up and down easily and furiously like a floppy sock puppet - using the teen's spasming guts like a lubricated organic fleshjack that leaked cum-lube. It was control, pure and simple - Adam could pilot to exactly the point when he wanted to unload his prime deposit and nobody could make him do otherwise. The afterparty-afterfuck usually concluded after a further ten minutes of this constant pounding friction massaged Carlo's prostate to a dribbling orgasm, his teen cock trickling a few guzzles of cum. "Yeah bitch, I think I've pissed so much cum inside your guts you're leaking my jizz out of your pathetic cock! Fucking whore!!" Adam would inevitably pulse a final jet of golden-boy nectar into Carlo, leaving his cock buried like a buttplug. Carlo knew far better than to unsheathe Adam's prong until the muscular stud had finally deflated, lest he stimulate further predatory ass-gouging. Slicked with slowly drying cum, Adam often turned to the evening's earlier morsel of prey to coccoon his semi-rigid prick in their tender, barely recovered slut-hole; none resisted in their often drug-lust-fuelled state as Adam's lean washboard abs and chiselled pecs forced them under him and his powerful thighs spread their loins to accommodate his cock until dawn, when he would expect Carlo to lap at his cock and clean away whatever sticky discharge remained.
But this morning, as hard as he might have wished, it was not Carlo or some hot office slut or a gym-closeted muscle boy pressed beneath his muscled weight, with his cock leaking pre-jism into their twats to lubricate a good morning fuck, but rather Adam Ralston who remained prone on the bed, his pert muscled ass spread for Carlo who lapped greedily at his taint.
"Fucking ace!! What a whore....Yeah Carlo, felch that man-seed out of this bottom bitch-hole..." Billy drooled as he gazed at the prone perfect form of the gasping Adam. The jock stud imbibed a torrent of verbal degradation as his asshole repeatedly gaped and puckered while Carlo licked and lapped. Mentally he could never deal with the reversal in his fortune - that spic faggot had always been his cock-cleaner, house-slave, cock-glove and bed-warmer. As a macho top with model-god looks, the world at his feet and perfect control over his studly 10-inch battering ram Adam had never let Carlo touch his ass, but with his diminished circumstances and loss of control he found himself helpless to resist as his former houseboy licked his cleft and prepped Adam's aching ass-valve for the role reversal reprise of the "afterparty-afterfuck." "Mmmmmm...señorita.... Slurrrrp....your slimy culo... slurrrp... such a dirty puta! Slurrrpppp...." Carlo's rippling tongue, skilled up from endless nights pleasuring the selfish cock of his impossibly gorgeous former master took great delight in interjecting his anal smothering with expressions that made the once-cocky Adam blush with shame. Slap! Carlo backhanded the hunk across his startled handsome face. "Because I can, puta! You fucking shit piece of white trash asshole! You love me like a faggot but today you're my señorita!!" Slap!! Carlo grabbed the much stronger Adam by the shoulders, smirking as he wrenching him from prone protection to expose him on his back, his semi-flaccid and rapidly shrinking cock covered in a pathetic drizzle of cum. Adam would ordinarily lift Carlo by the neck with one pumped fist but in his dazed and debauched state he was in no position to argue and his lean muscled body flipped over like a ragdoll. "But you've been a bad bitch, puta!!" he gestured at Adam's cock-discharge that smeared his taut eight-pack abs. "Who let you cum, señorita?" Slap!! "Señor's bitch-whore only cums after señor has filled every inch of this culo with his cum!" Carlo knew how much Adam loved it when he begged "señor" for mercy and howled and strained to take the massive prick. Every night he would pray to all the saints that his effeminate moans might bring Adam to nut a bit faster so that he might lessen the pain just a little bit. "You remember how every night señor wanted an afterparty-afterfuck to fill my unpaid little boy asshole with his man-seed? You remember how you paid me with your cock in my ass? But now señorita has been a bad bitch!!" Slap!! "Señorita knows she must not squirt her pussy juice until she has permission! And never until she has a load of a real man's semen in her belly!!" Slap!!
"But... Carlo...." Slap!! "I mean...Señor..." (Adam always struggled to swallow this psychological cumload the most) "Señor, it was Billy.." Slap!! "I mean...it was Master Billy...Señor...it was Master Billy who allowed me to cum so that..." - Adam's normally cocky defiant tone dropped hoarsely - "...so that...I could lube Master Billy's big cock with my...pussy juice." A couple of defiant tears trickled ran down his redenned chiselled cheeks as his squared muscular chest heaved back a sob while he babbled the pathetic excuse in the lingo that he had been forced to learn over the past 3 months. Slap!! "Please Señor, I...I...am sorry, I have been a bad bitch but my culo is so sore and I don't think I can take another cock...please...." Slap!!
"Señorita has a culo, but no chocha...so maybe señorita's culo gets tired after a while?" Carlo mused mischievously. "Maybe we need to help her make a chocha so that her culo can have a break once in a while?" Carlo grabbed Adam by the plum sized cockhead, that terrifyingly ravishing bullethead that had blustered its way uncaringly into his own bunghole night after night. "Aaagghh!!" Adam yelped, not daring to draw back as the skinny Latino teen's fingers gripped his still sensitive member tightly. "Anyway, this big beautiful cock is no use on such a pretty señorita, no? If we turn it into a concha then maybe with another hole, señorita won't need to break the afterparty-afterfuck rules and señorita won't need to drop any cum before my semen has filled up her bitch whore's culo!"
Adam shuddered - even basic Spanish wasn't necessary for him to realise Carlo's mocking threats to emasculate him. "Señor, please, I'm sorry, please don't do that!! Please, just fuck your señorita's hole, pleeease!! My culo, my hole is for your cock!"
Carlo giggled as he pinched Adam's nipples, "No, my pretty, hunky señorita, you cannot ask for it. Your scummy hole is nothing but a cloaca!" he spat the word out slowly, the jarring Latin term for both a sewer and a discharging secretory outlet for both piss and shit in lower vertebrates. Adam bit his lower lip nervously. He had always assumed physical dominance and intellectual superiority over his fuck-victims and Carlo's expression managed to throw him. The skinny 18 year licked at the sore hole for another minute, spreading cum remnants around the silky foreskin of Adam's cock. Adam's physique and sun-kissed good looks and flawless complexion were, of course complemented by his massive 10-inch dong. In what now seemed like a lifetime ago he would always force Carlo to stare at the mirror opposite the bed as every inch of his throbbing baseball bat cock disappeared into the Latino's cornhole, mockingly jeering the teen's smaller pecker that flopped across his stomach in pathetic comparison to the gigantic invading prick. It was just an inadequate piss-spout, fit for nothing more than hosing down the filth in whatever cloacal gutter shantytown he didn't care to know Carlo had crawled out from. Even now in his fucked-up state, Adam's lizard brain just assumed that the Latino teen was here to degrade him with his skinny 6-inch cock, which would actually be a little easier to take (physically anyway) - a temporary reprieve after Billy's earlier 7.5-inch dicking, now that there was some cum lubricating his sore anal passage. It wasn't lost on him that these must have been exactly the thoughts of most of the virgin cum-sluts that he and his college buddies liked to gangbang breed on their European business trips. Broken in by the first cock of the day, ass/pussy lubed and eased open to receive the next ferocious dicking. From the degraded perspective of an unpaid muscled rentboy, Adam had now ended up viewing cock size as inversely proportional to a bank balance. He just didn't bargain for Carlo's burning desire to turn his own set of tables on the fallen stud in his own way; even his six-incher could be turned to devastating effect. And not in the way Adam failed to appreciate.
Two cold skinny fingers jabbed their way to the hilt in his ass causing Adam to wriggle on the bed uncomfortably. "Oooooo señorita, I'm gonna wreck you today! This sloppy hole is a present for me to bust open on my 18th birthday! Yeah shake that booty for daddy! You're no virgin culo, not like my hole that night you ripped my boy pussy...but today I get the best present of all... I'm gonna take your virginity señorita Adam... fuck you hard in your pissing pussy hole!!"
The stud jock's neck jerked upwards in a flash as Billy swiftly bound steel handcuffs around his wrists to the bedposts, spreading the bouldered shoulders and sculpted muscled arms taut and his hole reflexively clenched around Carlo's invading digits. The Latino teen licked his lips viciously at the thought of the imminent defloration, jerking the muscled thighs apart so that Billy could restrain Adam in a spread-eagled fashion with a pair of shackles to the bedframe. Trussed like a turkey with scope for his toned sculpted legs to be bent back at the knees in the exposed lithotomy position, Adam immediately regretted the modified four-poster setup he had bought for those occasions when he felt like suspending his fuck-victims limbs while he plumbed their holes; his muscular frame could always lift the lithe bodies of the cumsluts but on the occasion when he dominated a bigger muscle stud he sometimes found having the ability to suspend their ankles a bit easier for access to conquer their musclebitch pussyholes. It hadn't yet dawned on him how Carlo's fetish would really fuck away his virginity in yet another way, making the cocky top jock fall even further down the cum-soaked slide of depravity.