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I let my slave sleep
We both smelt of cum and sweat. His face was covered in spunk and he laboured his breathing as my cum gurgled slowly in his tight throat. His lips were covered in sperm, slopping as he exhaled his slow, sleepy breath.
His body clung to me as he tried to relax from the pain that he had endured. I had punished him and inflicted considerable hurt inside his butt and over his body. My cock had worked his mouth and arse so hard. His trembling body pushed hard against me as his mouth frothed. The tight, battered arse hole that I had abused, now leaked my cum. It dribbled slowly between his legs and matted my cock and balls. It spread under me, spilling on the sheets. The smell of cum and arse juice from my tortured boy sent me over the top. I let fly a huge burst of semen. I sprayed his slim arse cheeks. The force of spunk spilled between them and leaked onto the already spunky sheets. His slim body fell against me and I knew he loved the cummy mess as he sighed deeply and urged me to work it into him.
I had a randy slave who loved being used, wrapped in my arms. The room smelt of sex and his body, now coated with piss and cum. My slave needed more, much more than just a good beating and a fuck from me. He needed another cup from a Cricketer full of slime and juice. I knew where to get the best juice for my boy.
My body pulled away from him, I rubbed his butt over the gooey mess and let him sleep.
The local Surf Club was still engaged in a Competition. I reckoned that all the men involved would have changed into swimmers, leaving their pants and juicy undies in the change room.
I dressed quickly and left my slave, locked in the darkened room. His breathing was even as sleep overtook his pain.
I raced my car to the clubhouse. I was bloody right. The men had changed. Their gooey undies were wrapped in smelly trousers, dangling across the change room seats. I stole all the undies I could find. My arms were full of funky men's jocks. I smelt the maleness of sweat, piss and some traces of cum. These guys had undies that had wrapped their arses and balls all day; they were so nice and juicy. My slave will get these stolen gems in his face.
I raced home and gazed at my slave boy. He was in a foetal position. His breathing was steady and slow. I cuddled his body as I piled the filthy undies over his lovely blonde fringe and clear face.
My slave's nasal machine started to come to life. He sniffed and licked the filthy gear. My cock twitched as his moved. We were getting hot. I needed to tie his body to stop him cumming. I was not about to let him cum just from sniffing. He had to do lots more. My cock needed his mouth and I wanted his arse. A good smack would stop him being bold, trying to shoot when smelling the undies.
I smacked his tight arse-hole and tied him to the bed using the same ropes as before, his mouth screamed as I tied his wrists. The dirty undies teased his nose as his cock thickened. My slave's hands were tied; he couldn't reach his pleasure tool. It stood hard and ready, leaking some goo. My hand worked his arse as he was made to suck the juice of old men's spunky, dirty, semi-white underpants.
I felt the agony of my tortured boy as he tried to guzzle the pants to his mouth. His arse clamped my hand as it worked through his ring. He wanted cock in him and wanted to be touched and hurt. Nothing happened. I held back and made him plead. He croaked and screamed. He couldn't reach the smelly, cummy pants as I pulled them away from his nose. My cock was hard and leaking but he couldn't get it. I waved my thick weapon over his lips and teased him. Each time he screamed for it, I fucked my fingers deeper into his hot slimy hole. My slave started to shake and quiver under me. He was so frustrated.
I removed my greasy fingers and threw the pants onto the floor. My wanton slave boy was in agony. His arse leaked as he wriggled trying to get some attention and action. He fucken got action. I pulled my hand from his gooey bum and made him suck his juice. Forcing his legs as high as the ropes would let them move I slapped his arse buns. Each slap made his body twitch and squirm as he endured the pain. Like clockwork, I continued to paddle him. His buns were now bright red and his boy-passage continued to leak spunky arse juice. It slopped over the sheet as I continued battering his bum.
I had long before decided to give my slave an agonising time, using his arse-hole for my perverted desires. He was tied to the bed and couldn't escape. I needed to control him making him scream for mercy. I wanted to own my slave, completely. A dog collar wrapped his neck and his naked body was mine to use! My slave's slender frame shivered as I tightened the ropes around him.
I had a huge baker's squeeze bag of cream next to the bed. I had increased the nozzle to the size of a male cock topped by a 10-inch head. I could squeeze the bag and make cream ooze from it.
Waving the bag at my boy, I lowered the big fucking head to his arse ring. The nozzle was creamy and sloppy. A further slap opened his buns and I fucked the bloody big cock head into him.
He screamed and yelled as it worked up his passage. It missed his gland, just falling short of the place I knew he wanted me to fuck. I squeezed, shooting cream into his slimy arse-hole. It creamed and creamed as I squeezed and squeezed. The goo filled him like an enema. This was better as the cream was like spunk, so much more than he was used to receiving. I squeezed some more. His boy-cunt expanded and contracted as the whipped juice worked its way deeper up him. I watched his stomach expand as the rush of cream filled his lovely tight colon. My other punishment was a butt plug to keep the cream in him until I let him shit it out. I removed the cock head of the cream stuffer and replaced it with a 9-inch butt plug. It slid quickly up his hot, tight arse, mashing into the cream.
My slave yelled and screamed even louder and longer. His body was so full of cream and butt-plug. I had to silence him. He jumped as I slapped him hard making red stripes cover his greasy bum.
Holding the butt pug up him, I pissed over his face. He squealed as my piss slopped over his fringe and streamed down his young face. My cock was so hard and so full of spunk. I put it in his screaming mouth and fucked him. His mouth sucked as his body took the abuse that I was giving. I was in control of my slave. He couldn't move. His arse was mine to fill and abuse. His throat was chocking with fat man-cock. His face and chest were covered in hot urine. The ropes tied him, he couldn't move. This meant his cock could do what it wanted without any help. It stood away from his body as every thrust in his mouth or arse made it spasm. He was close to cumming. No chance!!!
My abuse stopped. The butt plug stayed in his creamy arse and my cock stopped moving in his mouth. No more slapping, just my passive slave boy; lying still.
I looked into my slave's eyes. They were transfixed. He was in a different place. The pain in his arse, thrashed buns, and cummy, pissy juice adorning his torso was too much. His body was stretched to its limit. Sweat mixed with the sloppy juices I had distributed over and in his taut body. I wondered whether he was still conscious, as he seemed so vague. My hand slapped his body some more and I slipped my hot cock down his throat. He took it all and hardly moved. I washed his tonsils with a good load of pre cum. It dribbled unaided down his throat.
My slave was pained and hurt. The ropes stretched his body, and his lovely face was matted with so much goo. I pushed a pillow under his butt forcing his enlarged bum-hole up and easier to feel. He could see my cock enter him whenever I wanted. The ropes holding his legs drew tighter, opening his cheeks even further. I could see his lovely sloppy rose bud, now very red and leaking. My slave's hole was so inviting. I had hurt it so much. I wanted more. Best thing to do was let him rest a bit before I abuse his passage even harder and deeper than ever, I thought.
I left the room after securing his cock with a large piece of tape. His hands and feet were tied to the bed and his stomach belched cream over the pillow each time he took a new breath.
I wanted my slave to lie there and wait for me to rape him. He had to be punished for his greedy behaviour with the old men's underpants. I knew he wanted to taste spunk. He will get it soon I thought. Not just from me but lots of guys I had waiting for his body. They were watching through the doorway as I finalised my slave's bonds.
We went out to dinner leaving my slave in the darkened room wondering what will happen. We had a great night planning how to use the boy I had tied to the bed. These guys were big and strong. They wanted to get to my boy and really abuse him.
We had some drinks and returned to bedroom ready to enjoy his body. He was going to get raped. Maybe the cream would soften the attack? His eyes opened very slowly and tried to focus.
My hand slapped his arse hole and fingered his boy-cunt. He woke to the pain and squealed again. The underpants needed to be spread over his face as we played with his juicy hole and handled his boy-meat.
The men I had with me had old smelly cocks. None of the guys had washed for a while and their cocks stunk! Spermy spots hung in their skins and they were so hard, looking at my slave. Each man, naked and ready, perved over my boy's hole. They wanted to juice his tight butt quickly. Their hands played with the hole they wanted to root. My boy's arse was suddenly filled with old men's fingers. I let them have my slave's arse.
One guy immediately stuffed his cock up my slave. He was putrid. His dirty cock worked hard into my boy. He yelled loudly as his cum splashed my boy's arse from his shitty cock-head. He made my slave shriek. Another guy entered the tight boy hole I was holding and spunked hard up him. I let another one fuck my boy.
By now spunk and cream were pouring from my slave's boy-cunt. The cream mixed with cum and his arse juice. What a turn-on for the guys! They held their big dirty, smelly cocks, hard and ready to cream up him. They kept raping and each old guy shoot cum into my slave's tight arse. My boy screamed and yelled and pleaded for the old men to stop. This made them hotter and they screwed harder. Each man trying to outdo the other. Cocks fucked, my slave yelled, cum flowed. The spunk flowed out of my boy's arse as fast as it was fucked into him. I watched him try so hard to keep it. He couldn't, it juiced from his tight hole and spilled over the very soiled sheets. The men got hotter and harder as they saw each others juice leak out and cover the bed. My slave's body was slammed against the dirty slime from his arse as the men kept raping. I held him tight as he got more cock.
All the guys fucked my slave and left. We were alone. My boy's body was so used and fucked. He whimpered and cried as the effects of hot male cock in his arse, hurt him. His tight hole was spilling cream, cum and arse juice. He fucked it out onto the bed.
I pissed over him and let him try to take some in his mouth. It sprayed the pillow. His cheek took a good juicing and he lay against the smelly, wet pillow.
The room stunk of arse juice and cum. Now lots of piss accompanied this. My boy was a filthy mess; he was covered in the sperm and piss that had entered his body.
I left the smelly room making sure that my slave was ready for a good smacking. He had leaked the juices and made the room stink.
My plan was to smack and fuck him. Then make him suck all the mess into his throat!
I turned the light off and left my boy sliming in the goo, unable to touch his cummy dick and tied so tight to the filthy bed. I heard his arse expel the juices. That needed another good hiding. I left to prepare my tools of pain for his young body. He could wonder what I would do to him!
I returned some three hours later. My slave was weeping quietly. His lovely body was covered in the mess that had been slopped over him. I could smell the nauseating slime that now coated his gangly body. He lay tied, covered by some of the moon's rays. I used my torch to find the tape that covered his dick. I tore it away from his body. It hurt and pulled hairs from his soft furry bush. His mouth sputtered and expelled a loud scream. My fingers touched his cock and after two rubs from me it exploded. He came and came and came. It was so forceful. I couldn't believe how much cum his body could spew.
I listened to his screams as his balls fucked so much through his young dick. I knew then how much I loved my slave. He had been so good taking all the pain that he had been given for the last 24 hours. His body jumped as far as the ropes would let it. He screamed and panted and cried. His orgasm had been so intense. I cut all the ties and dragged his body to the shower. He sat on the floor, unable to stand. I soaped him and cleaned every part of his abused body. He mumbled and groaned as his beaten arse was cleaned.
We left the shower and I wrapped a huge towel around his tender torso. He collapsed against me. I dried my slave's body and placed him in my bed. He hadn't eaten but wanted to sleep. I held his body in my arms and we both slept. It was warm and quiet. My slave sighed and passed out. Tomorrow we would enter new places I thought as I cuddled his abused body. His slender chest matted with mine, as he trusted me to comfort him. I pulled my boy closer, our groins joined and my hand cupped his young buns. Our faces were close and his breath washed my neck. I drifted to sleep protecting my boy. We both slept.