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With the awning windows open to allow some cool air flow, we stripped fully naked with our precum webbing erections; hand in hand, we walked to the shower to commence the ritual of my deep anal fisting defloration. Yes, Sir had slipped his hand in my hole somewhat the other day, but this time my hole starved for his entire appendage to his sexy pits and strong, muscular, athletic shoulder.
Our bodies' movements were like sexy, choreographed pornography with the flickering wall sconce lanterns and the incredible plethora of mirrors. It was a total hot Gothic Dungeon; more than we ever dreamt. Sir diverted to the Tablet; we searched for some ritual music and came across some shit produced before our birth called “Enigma,” so we decided to try that 8-hour extended play.
The room and scene were set; our playground to commence as we continued naked, hard and dripping like punctured milk bags, off we went to the shower. The flickering candle sconces incredibly reproduced our hot, sexy silhouettes just like the lightning had the other night.
Sir commanded, “Kneel Bitch Boy – Open.” I did as sir instructed in the shower, yearning for his hot, hosing urine to christen my head, face, mouth, and throat. I was so excited as this was the first time tasting piss…except for the small bit I shared when dominating and taking Sir’s ass in the shower yesterday. The thought of all that made me even more engorged with my penis at a perfect 45 degrees and over 10” thick with so many semen webs all about the floor.
Sir was so excited, he had to bend funny and place one foot up on the metal shower grab bars to release his swollen prostate and allow his hot piss to baptize me as his chosen Bitch Boy. Seeing his wonderful, nearly 10” cock and lovely balls on his sculpted and ripped, powerful form, I could feel as soon as his hot, clearest piss was about to hit my throat, my ejaculation was ready like a fucking rail gun on a destroyer.
Sure, as the sky is blue, as soon as his boiling release hit my face, mouth and throat, I swallowed a full cup. As my palate savoured and indulged in his sweet, tangy, salted output, that was it! My cock exploded, coating Sir’s one standing leg and thigh as my orgasm ran down his glistening, tanned form. I swallowed more and more. It was such a lovely nectar from my godlike Sir, after he had drunk so much water, the elixir of life.
I heard a shocked whisper escape his lips (Fuck, you are so Hot and incredible!). I continued to fire volley after volley of my excited semen all over his chest and stomach from my kneeling cock pointed position. Once again, I felt so powerful, locking my eyes with his and taking every sweet, salty drop of his body's used water release. Along with eating his ass forever, taking his piss down my throat is up there in a derby race.
Once he had emptied his bladder, Sir brought Bitch Boy to his feet. He forcefully grabbed my messy brown top and tilted my piss-drenched cranium back to open as he spit repeatedly into my mouth, followed by deep oral tongue and face sucking, sharing his body's release; we both moaned and whimpered in the sexy flickering.
Sir instructed, “Hands on the grab bars Bitch Boy and spread those cute ass cheeks and hole for deep anal cleaning.” I was there in a flash. Mom and Aunt Sue thought of everything. There were mixed X-lube and Fuck Water (Cum Colour) everywhere. Three in the bath, and we counted 6 in the main bed Dungeon.
Suddenly, Sir began to laugh hysterically as he was coating the silicone wand to wash my hole.
“Bitch Boy, we need a tiny intermission to raise the house lights here; come to the mirror, bend over and look at your ass cheeks!”
I broke character and followed Butch to the mirror. Sure enough, my inner split right where my Ischial bones and outer pubic ring meet, close to my tailbone, there before us were two red and purple bruises the size of small grapefruits.
Next, we examined Sir Butch’s pubic mound under his trimmed, darker brown bush, and there, staring back, were two black-and-blue eyes the size of lemons. I pressed on his and he on mine… a bit sore, but nothing to stop our play right now; it was essential to recognize our mutual slight injury before we proceeded.
Sir stated, “Good thing I am off not playing ball as I can just hear the shower and locker room talk from the guys about this.”
I replied, “Well, if Julian is right about 40% of them fucking each other, it could lead to a hot Team Shower orgy, especially as you invite in Bitch Boy!” he nodded and slapped my ass as I yelled, Ouch! We killed the lights and returned to our cleaning.
With the lubricated wand, Sir began with a medium flow of warm water, kneeling behind me so that my waste blow would strike his chest and stomach; I obliged with some nice hard nuggets as we had little to eat except mixed semen shakes, I guess we would say. In minutes, I was running clear.
Sir lathered and washed my whole body thoroughly and disposed of my bits in the drains. He found more small plastic squirt bottles of the maple syrup (Mom and Aunt Sue- never missing a beat) and began to eat Bitch Boy’s maple-coated hole deep but gently, being mindful of my self-inflicted black blemishes. Fuck his tongue around and deep in my ring had me hands-free squirting yet another small load all into his hand as he cupped my glans. He inserted some of my ejaculate into my hole with his four fingers and then stood and returned it to my open mouth as I sucked my semen clean from his hand that had just been up my crystal maple boy-hole.
Now it was Sir’s turn. He assumed the position and expelled nearly the same nugget thuds to my chest as we giggled. Lovers need to expose together and share how our bodies work and play so that when things are not perfect, we keep going and going. I was so secure in our open, uninhibited, almost feral wild admission to one another as we surrendered our bodies to pleasure each other in never-ending, unapologetic, orgasmic bliss and rapture.
I coated his hole and got my entire face buried up between his powerful cheeks, circling and invading his sweet, luscious anal rings deep to his pulsing prostate as my tongue serpent teased its pulsing. As Sir had done to me, I captured his blasted hands-free load from my oral anal devouring as his searing seed overflowed my cupped palm. I greased some up his sweet hole with four fingers and then brought them to my mouth to suck my invading digits and then onward to his mouth to taste his hole and semen. Our lips locked and we wildly kissed and sucked our tongues; so, turned on, we were sharing our holes and boy-cum loads.
After we showered and washed head to toe, Sir led me out to the main cave dungeon. Again, this music is wild and so sultry, dominating, ritualistic; add in the dozen or so candles, wall sconces and mirrors reflecting all the hot new, black and leather BDSM everything; we were dripping like a severed artery. My penis was still half hard after those ejaculations.
Firstly, Sir blind folded me, with the soft, thick, padded leather made with Mom and Aunt Sue’s loving hands. The peg post was inserted into the floor slot like a cock sliding up a hot twink ass. I was led and strapped to it with my half-hard, dripping, huge penis forced through the open, padded square.
Having no sight and the music blaring, I could see the candle flickers in the thin open side gaps, not being aware at all what Sir was preparing. My mind raced with the thousands of possibilities, especially from the hot, horny writing on GD (GayDemon). My breathing quickened, my heart raced; I could feel sweat form on my skin in my anxious excitement.
Then I felt it, Sir’s firm biting teeth on my Penis and pubis pulling my trimmed bush and returning to stretch my large, swollen, blazing testicles. I moaned and gasped with the biting stretch pain, almost thinking my sac would tear; Yet my penis lubed more and swelled; the cool leather surrounding my abs, thighs with my manhood thrust through the leather square, not knowing what was next. His saliva and mouth coated my stretched, bitten scrotum. I then felt the cold black metal force my nuts through its ring. Sir proceeded to squish my penis back in me. Oh My God! He is putting me in one of the many chastity cock cages.
I wanted this so bad, I knew I had to get my swollen member down. I began to distract momentarily in my blinded state and think of random, sad things; nonsexual, almost angry events. Oh, thank God, it is working.
My thick, soft 7” near flaccidity was pushed with Sir’s warm, wet fingers, deep into my groin and belly. His fingers popped it out into the tight black metal ring, which now tightly strangled my penis and testicles together. Quickly, he had to move as I was refilling my engagement with my swelling dick. I shuddered and gasped with the slight burning invasion as the cum tube for the chastity vice was slid up my penile urethra. (Boy, I'm so glad I paid attention in health and anatomy class!)
Once again, my softened phallus squished back into my groin with an almost pleasant, titillating burn and pressure. The cold, tight metal encasing the helmet squished it more and more until I felt the shield slide into a slot; a cylinder lock sound ensued, and my huge 10” erection had been deflated and buried to a meagre 1” leaking cum Stub of black metal.
The 4” urethral tube is tight and foreign, yet so sexual and exciting. Sir glided his teeth across my swollen, strangled testicles; the flick of his finger behind brought my entire emotion and mentality straight to my anus and the several interior feet of rapturous pleasure that awaits me. He slapped my caged junk repeatedly and hard, causing the stretch and bolts of impact to erupt even more semen from my hidden boy snake.
My arms now felt the grips of the leather cuffs as Sir fastened their belts tight on both my hands. He commanded my ankles to spread; yet more leather cuffs were tightly secured. A collar around my throat and a belt around my waist were connected with another tightened strap behind, such that my head was raised, causing constant mild strangulation on my sexy throat.
With my legs spread as wide as they could go, I felt Sir attach the Spreader bar, latch it, and secure both ends to my leather ankle cuffs. My wrist cuffs were attached to the hanging side chains, but Sir forced me to stretch to the chain link where he wanted to secure the wrist spring clip.
I was now in a state of surrender and so vulnerable, X position awaiting Sir's next assault to please him. I noted that my trapped penis brought shocking yearning and craving from my anal hole and deep tunnel far more than I had ever had so far. I was ready for a fire hydrant and then some!
I heard Sir open the small bar fridge that I had forgotten was buried behind the spanking bench. For the life of me, in this position, I had no idea what he was up to…perhaps thirsty for a beer or liquor or…Oh Fuck! Holy Shit! I gasped as the ice hit my nipples, dribbling down to my caged phallus. The cold causes shudders and increased pants as he teased my pits and then swung to my hole, spreading my cheeks and almost soothing my bruised, battered Ischium pubic bones from my post pounding in Sir’s giant throbber from yesterday. He commended me to open my mouth; the ice that had teased my cock, balls, pits and anus was half melted and plopped into my mouth.
My thoughts betrayed me…was he, in Fact, the True Master Alpha Dom, because this hot shit is not even on GD! OMG, what was next? Very hard, my nipples were pinched and bitten by Sir; quickly, he fluttered away and returned. Cold Metal mini vice grips were attached to my twink hairless nips as Sir tightened more and more until I cried out in pain that was so erotic, my cock had a pool of ejecting semen on the floor, I was sure large enough to cover a garbage can lid. Fuck I was so horny!! My hole is now ready for maybe even Ollie’s entire small MTF girl body. It was at this moment that I decided that tomorrow night, Abbey and Ollie will join in the surprise Fisting deflowering of Sir Butch.
My pinched, clamped vice-tight nipples were the least of my concerns as I now smelled vanilla and light burning. It was not the candle wall sconces, Oh no….Oh Fuck me!!! He is a BDSM fucking jock star, I fucking swear! In a second, I gasped and…. groaned as the low-heat melt of the sex candle wax dripped upon my clamped nips, soon splashing on my pubic hair, pits, back and ass.
I could feel wetness at my feet! OMG! My dripping cock tube and cage were depositing such a high-pressure cum stream that the pool had run and expanded to my tippy toes as it flew its warm, unmistakable lubrication and- Fuck This Enigma music is so perfect for this hot gay BDSM shit! Oh Fuck!
By this point, my ass and hole were begging for anything. I sensed Sir walking about. Suddenly, my cooling wax-covered chest, pits, ass, phallus and testicles were brushed with the tails of one of the leather braided floggers. Well, I thought this was what it was all about! This is what we both yearned for, so suck it up Bitch Boy!
From the front, Sir let loose on my chastised genitals, causing incredible pain, yet shockingly the vibrations and sensations went straight to my prostate and interior vesicle, causing even more semen to leak and squirt into the floor pool, my ass screaming yes!
I cried out with screams and moans. He moved to my back with a sexy, gentle brush with tails against my sensitive, covered butt cheeks. He retreated; next I felt the full force of his whip as the leather flogger tails struck my white Twink ass perfectly, over and over, harder and faster, the wind currents blasting so that my nipples felt the blow back against my helpless nakedness …well, not for much longer would it (my ass cheeks) be white –soon it would match my other bruised ass bones! Again, I was surprised. Yes, it fucking hurt as he continued for several minutes, but it was such a fucking turn on combining everything else happening and being done to me! I was blowing cum out of my caged cock tube like a volcano awakening.
I cried out in pleas that I am sure Sir was not expecting, “Again, harder, faster, please, Sir, please! Again!” Sir approached and nipped my neck and ears as I shook and shuddered, feeling his sharp, powerful teeth on my flesh and face. Panting and breathless does not even begin to describe the eroticism of these moments. Sir spoke.
“My Love, my Bitch Boy, I don’t know if I can do it harder, your lovely ass cheeks are already a ripe pinkish red.”
I answered in whispers, “Please, please…please…Sir Butch, just a few harder, then Bitch Boy needs the sling as my legs are cramping up, Sir!” He kissed my lips and whispered, “I am so in Love with you, Rod, my Bitch Boy for life.”
I felt drops on my chest and heard a sniffle. It was now his tears that bathed my senses and nipples as they ran down my sweaty chest to drop with my leaking semen from my cock tube. It was amazing that at the ages of 18 and 20, we had such a mature sexual connection. He struck my ass cheeks harder and harder several more times. I felt my ejaculation squirt across the room between the padded bound square around my pubis. Just picturing my tiny twink ass got me so cumming.
Both of us drenched in sweat, he undid my stretched wrist cuffs, then my ankle cuffs, as the spreader bar was set aside for another day. I was unstrapped from the pubic belted leather mid brace open square; my caged, dripping junk withdrawn; Sir led Bitch Boy to one of the wheeled locking adjustable swivel stools. I sat to rest my legs and ass on fire. Maybe I did ask for one too brutal floggings?? Too late now!!
I heard Sir pull out the heavy leather-woven sling, as the chains and clips smashed and clattered. His grunts of desire permeate the room to assemble it all. I stood as my cheeks were burning. Still, I was blindfolded; Sir returned, kissed me and whispered, “Be Brave, my Love, for Heaven is here.”
He helped me up onto the spring-supported King Bed, which makes it easy to sit in the leather-vented sling. My red welted ass cheeks were brought over so that the air could cool their festering abrasions. My wrist and ankles fastened to the chains to suit Sir’s desires and master fisting plan.
I heard Sir release the swivel stool, adjust it to his desired height, and lock the wheels in place. I listened to the unmistakable flop of the X-lube Bottle and some Fuck water, I was sure. My red and black cheeks spread to the cool air; I could feel my anal gape famished for Sir’s handy touch and deep ballroom penetration.
I gasped unexpectedly; Sir Butch never ceases in his amazements. His entire mouth took in my caged and strangled penis and testicles with an incredible sucking as he began the swing to pendulate—the sensation of the suction drew more of my orgasm blasting out to his thirsty throat.
Once he was sure my urethral tube deep to my outputting prostate was clear and free, I felt Sir’s incredible serpent tongue bathed over my begging anal ring. He twirled and circled and roved for several minutes as we both grunted, groaned, and sighed in total rimming rapture. Using just his saliva spit, he thrust four fingers into my clean, hungry anal canal and circled about, ensuring my looseness. I licked my lips and sat up some with my mouth open. Sir answered my wish and fed my cum and ass juice mix back to my hot, horny Twinks' mouth as I sucked his hand and fingers clean of my anal penetrations.
We had a little rest as he leaned and stood on the bed with passionate kisses. Upon his return to the stool, I heard the wet slurping slop of the X-Lube and then felt the injecting udder thrust into my anal canal, filling me with the slick, slippery sex grease. I sighed and moaned in anticipation.
Sir said, “Bitch Boy, are you ready, my love?”
“Yes, Sir, take my Boy-hole with your fist, hands, arms and pits until I scream, exploding the room in pelting, volleys of Hot Boy-cum!” I guess, seeing as I damn near bashed the bed through the wall and floor, I should not joke about such things. These sexy, horny ritual lines to die for!
In seconds, I cried out in rapture as Sir’s four fingers circled back in my ravenous boy-hole. He twisted and circled magnificently just like he did the other night. In another minute, I felt the pressure and slight pain as I arched my ass down to push Sir’s hand and fist deep into Bitch Boy’s hot hole.
Together, we read minds and set a swinging pendulum in motion with the incredible parent-built sling. Then it happened, the pressure stretched, breached, and my hole sucked in deeply Sir’s right fist and hand. I cried out in great pleasure and joy, begging for more and more deeply, please.
His rotating and thrusting hands, punching and knocking on my prostate like a Balboa title fight, I could feel my semen snakes and hot exploding sprinklers eject from my cock cage spout. In minutes, I felt the incredible pressure and pain as his hand was at my sigmoid curve, so much gloriously larger and maneuverable than his massive cock was.
Holy Fuck! I guess Sir was paying attention to our mother’s fisting technique class chat earlier; I never dreamed this pleasure would feel like this. As soon as his hand twisted down and through the sigmoid curve, I arch up, feeling his appendage venture more toward my head, his bicep and football arm flexing as I swung intensely, he is pressing and squeezing my gland. I could not decide what was more blissful: his new ball game through the sigmoid, or his bulging athletic bicep doing curls and flexes, causing my nerves, glands, and vesicles to go cum squirting nuts!
“Please, Sir, More Please!” I hollered. He obliged his broken treasure; first, he reached up and removed the covering from my eyes; we both needed to share this moment of love and connection.
He began to enter my stretched, tight hole with his left mighty hand, while simultaneously thrusting deeper into my upper left side. Oh Fuck! He is, and I am going to do it! Fuck! Our lovers' eyes locked like lasers.
I saw the swivel stool push back as Sir doused more X-lube on his arm; he fell to his knees, and then I was speechless as I felt his entire fucking arm slide up and across my chest with his fist in my upper right hepatic boardroom. His left hand pressed painfully hard, and then my ring gave way, and I sucked him in as well. His left went straight for my prostate and vesicle with an impossible rapture!
My prostate and cock blew gobs of hot white boy-cum all out the cage tube spout as Sir opened and took much in his throat. After several massive climactic orgasms, he slowly pulled down as my caged phallus continued to erupt geyser after geyser of my semen like an out-of-control sprinkler. The sensations were fantastic and so much more than I ever imagined.
Holy Fuck! I was about to be double-punch-fisted just like I saw on GD so many times, thinking it was bullshit! Fuck me! It is all I want now, 24/7/365, for Sir to keep double punching my loose, sloppy, open boy hole! The reflection in the mirror of myself made me so proud and horny in my own sexy power image. Fuck me! I was a super hot Twink, double-punched by my football Jock blond locked cousin in my adorable little black cock cage. I have never felt so powerful and masculine in all my fucking life! Taking a man’s entire fucking arm up my ass and loving every fucking millimetre!
Sir reached down to his chest with his mouth and fetched the cock cage key on a near chain in his teeth; reached up and thrust it into the key slot; he withdrew the cylinder lock with his teeth! Fucking hot!! (Yes, I just tried this a few days ago. Totally doable, keep the key on a neck chain!)
Sir removed the metal helmet and pulled with his mouth the cage trap, releasing my penis to near full erection. There were cups of semen almost flowing out as soon as the cage spout was pulled out.
He took my cock in his mouth and then jackhammered my hole with both fists for the final massive explosion. The sight in the room with the flickering candle sconces, the Enigma music and my gorgeous white Twink body with my huge fucking cock in Sir’s mouth about to blow an old faithful load I have never achieved ever!
I screamed, thinking the family would all come running down the lane, “OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK SSSSSSSSSSSSSSIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRR YYYYYYYYYYYE#EEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKK SSSSSSSSSSSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRR YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!”
The look on Sir's face was one of near drowning; I saw several gulps like a garden hose prank forced down his throat. He had to pull off as my penis blasted pelting splashes of my boy-cum all over his entire fucking head and gorgeous jock face. His mouth and throat were overwhelmed by my impossible load as I screamed and writhed, having achieved the most incredible sexual pleasure and orgasm of my entire Fucking life.
We both sat there drenched in my semen, his face looking like a pancake mixer explosion…I was totally stoned and in a catatonic trance, so overloaded were my senses. Again, breathless and panting, do not even cum close to our bodies, marathonic end.
Sir said, “Holy Fuck Bitch Boy! That is a lot of massive cum! How and the fuck do you do that!”
I answered, “Wait until Bitch Boys returns the favour to Sir tomorrow night…or maybe a few days later.” We both giggled. He hopped up into the sling with me after unclasping my wrists and ankles. He was naked, dripping and hard as Titanium, and I was totally spent. We kissed and shared my massive, fisted load. We slipped off the rest of the cock cage base. His penis still feels like marble.
I said, “If Sir would carry me to our new springy bed, he may gently slow fuck me all night long until my hole is overflowed with Sir’s cum!” Sir Butch did precisely that. With his powerful, strong football jock arms, he helped me, his twink adorable hot cousin, out of the sling; we slid under it as it dripped lube, cum, and sweat.
In a loving spoon position, he threw a light blanket over us and fluffed up the pillows. I moaned and gasped as I felt his big, hard penis enter my ass and the pleasure hole! Fuck I am so glad we are Gay! I briefly woke each time he blew his hot, warming orgasm in me over and over and over all night long! The sun was rising, and the birds were so happy… I doubt they got any sleep either!
We woke and shared a nice, refreshing fondling, suck and fuck in the shower. When we were drying off, I asked Butch,
“So, what is scheduled for today, Sir? I know we need to get you back into training mode for the fall return of College Football.”
He answered, “Well, for Breakfast is a Vegan health app approved protein shake; then I hit the weights.”
I stated, “But Sir Butch, you have plenty of ripped lean muscle already…as quarterback, what is your worst nightmare and need to succeed?”
“Hands down speed and agility in case the opposition rushed and broke through the line and tries to take me out; worst would be getting control of the ball.” He spoke.
I responded, “Well, that is interesting; In Taekwondo, it is not just power that wins, but even more so speed, agility and surprise. We'd best put on our jocks and get to work, Sir!”
“Rod – Bitch Boy, I think we can go naked; I like seeing your slightly larger soft cock and trimmed bush,” said Butch.
I gaffed and shook my head, “Oh Buddy…I think you mean my much larger soft cock!”
“Fuck-off!” He yelled, shaking his head as well. We ran down to the garage below, tossed back the yummy chocolate shakes, and began in the mirrored and matted corner of the fully equipped workout centre.
“Cum at me, Butch, as if to attack me.” I requested.
“Oh, cum on, Rod, this is stupid…I have never had an issue pushing you all about and harassing you.” Butch said regretfully.
“Yes, but I was not expecting or prepared then. When you are prepared, just watch what you can learn; now cum at me, your big cyclops pussy ogre!”
He blurted back with raised fists, “Oh Fuck you! Now you are going to get it Bitch Boy!”
“Go for it, big, littler dicked faggot,” I said. Butch lunged at me; I quickly ducked and twisted behind him. He was surprised, giggled, and tried again. This time, I slid under and between his legs and licked his dangling cock and balls as I whooshed through under him like a slithering snake. We went on and on for several minutes until we were both winded; not once did Butch land a hit or a grab. Our penises were swelling, though, and we were each half hard and starting to ooze nice pre-cum as our big cocks flailed about, banging our bodies and air current with semen webs covering our lower extremities and the slickening up mats.
Huffing and puffing, Butch panted out, “Ok Bitch Boy. You win…teach me Taekwondo.”
“We need to reduce your extra bulk lean muscle and really trim you down with more aerobic, anaerobic, and V02 max goals and shred and rip you down to much less body fat and less muscle too. Let's hit the shoreline for a naked run along the crashing waves, “I said. He nodded and put my arm around me, and we walked down the lane naked, half hard and dripping.
Aunt Sue and my mom were outside on the patio having coffee and chatting sister shit. Aunt Sue stated,
“Well! Good morning, boys! Nice to see you have relaxed about the nudity; wherever you are off to, please have fun, but try to watch out for beach traffic; keep it down more than you did last night…although it really did help your parents here to have a good fuck listening to your boys pounding each other. Silly”
Butch rolled his eyes and huffed, “Fuck Mom! We don’t want to hear about you all getting off on listening to our rapturous roping regularly.”
My mom answered, “Oh, Butch, settle down, we promise. We are just so happy that you boys came out to each other and are making beautiful love. Moreso, the noise was getting Abby and Olly (Yes, for the sake of simplicity, I have changed the prior spellings) so horned up they made almost more noise than you boys, so the entire house and Sir and Bitch Boys BDSM Cave Dungeon was one big fuck fest!”
Just then, Abby and Olly both came out naked as well. Abby was beautiful and had a nice, trimmed, well-used, puffy, protruding pussy. Olly was lovely with a bigger cock than butch had described. Not as big as us, but a good, hard dripping 8.5” cut and thick with nice, trimmed bush.
Olly began, “Where are you two hotties off to?”
Butch answered, “Well, Rod is ridiculously quick and agile with his secret Taekwondo skills. I think he is on to something that I need to shred and rip down and lose more fat, but also shred muscle, to get my speed and agility up in two months for school return, so off to the shoreline we are headed for racing.”
Abby asked pleadingly, “Oh, can we cum too, please?”
“Well, Ok. I guess, but this is serious work, not a fucking time. Fucking will cum later as a reward for a day's hard work,” I said seriously as my penis was swelling, looking at Olly. I have wanted to fuck her for so long and am now so thrilled she kept her cock. She had a lovely set of nice tits and nipples, but slightly smaller and perkier than Abby’s big globes.
They all agreed, and the four of us ran naked with three hard, dripping cocks flailing about, one leaking girl's pussy and two pairs of hard nipple girl tits, and two pairs of boys' hard pecs with very erect nips.
As soon as we hit the water's edge, I yelled, “Go! As fast as you can!” The four of us giggling took off, but soon it was a serious race. In five minutes, Abby and Olly were several dozen meters behind, and Butch was about ten meters behind me. I was not even going all out yet, as I wanted Butch to get close enough to hear me speak a challenge and reward.
“The winner gets spit-roasted with the biggest strap-on dildo and two cocks in his throat,” I panted out. The look on Butch’s face picturing Abby with one of her huge silicone Hankey cocks pounding his ass, and Olly and me balls deep down his throat made him double his efforts; I knew it would be me taking them all. Butch began to hope when I threw the car into the next gear and took off at Mach speed, passing him by dozens of meters. I stopped, turned around, and saw the three of them huddled, sweating, pasty, and nearly puking up breakfast.
I walked back and suggested, “OK! So, I won. But I want you, Sir Butch, to win. So, you three pledge to help your loving brother, Sir Butch, be the best All-Star College QB, and three of us will get him into the best fast speed and ripped leanness like never before.”
They were all still so winded and cock’s half deflated as the blood gets pulled to the organs in stress.
Butch lifted his head and spoke, “I never thought I would be saying this, Bitch Boy…Rod, but not to sound like a Sith padawan, I pledge myself to your teachings. I know if I get down to 160lbs with a 25lb loss, I will be as fast as the Flash himself. I know I can get the Aerobic, Anaerobic VO2 max and still work with weights to get the muscles lean and wiry, but it will be the caloric deprivation and nighttime hunger that I will struggle with.”
Olly now stood up and said, “Well, if you just need something in your mouth and throat, I'm sure the three of us can keep that up for you all night if it means making you a future NFL draft pick, making millions, then you will pay us back.” She giggled.
“Olly has a great point, Sir Butch. Sucking a dick and eating boy-cum all night long will not only burn calories, but there are great lean proteins and wonderful nutrition in boy-cum,” I replied.
Abby stated, “Well, I know deep anal douching also washes out some of the matter in the first section of the large intestine, and when that is removed, it has no effect on hunger but removes a few calories yet to be absorbed into the body, so more of the fat calories are burned.
I secretly have wanted to try dirty anal play, so if we glove up, could we not deep fist and pull the poop out of Butch more safely and at the same time give him a great prostate and seminal vesicle orgasm?”
“Now you're talking, Sis!” Butch giggled and gave a thumbs-up; then we all laughed. We headed back to the lake house. All four parents were now in the pool, in their swimsuits. As we walked past, my mom Rachel blurted out,
“Fuck Rod! I can’t get over how big your cock is!” I was shocked that my own mother said this in front of my father, her husband.
Dad replied, “Oh sweety cum on it is only an inch bigger than mine!”
She answered, shaking her head, “I guess 3.5 inches is now an inch! No wonder a guy must measure twice and cut once!” We all laughed.
“Olly and I are just going to go grab our largest dildos and strap-on harnesses and then party with the boys all afternoon and evening; maybe you guys can bring supper out to us and we will cum down to the garage picnic table just for a few calories as we need to help Butch trim down, so we will all do some restrictions to support our big bro.” Said Abby.
Aunt Sue said, “Ok, sounds good. Have fun, be careful, kids!” We laughed and stepped away from the pool. Abby and Olly ran up to their bedroom as Butch and I walked somewhat down the driveway. We were both a little nervous; although we had fisted each other, I knew, seeing some of these toys online, that they can be fucking massive.
A minute later, Abby and Olly returned with four large gym bags in tow. Olly is smiling so big, gasps,
“We are going to have so much fun with you boys these next two months!” They unloaded the bags, and Butch and I are like deer in headlights. They rambled off the creature cock names, but each one balls deep would be nearly 15” up our holes, and base deep have our anal rings near 5”+ wide. Our cocks were so hard and excited with pre-cum running like a phlebotomy party.
I commanded first, “Olly, cum get your sweet asshole over on the fuck bench so I can pound your ass doggy style.” She smiled so big, stripped; her nice 8” cock flew out with cum lines just as I had done that first night with Sir Butch. I dragged a bucket of the X-lube over for the four of us to work with.
Over the next two hours, we each fucked each other ferociously with lots of double penetrations anally and orally. Then we adorned the Carmen Revera Strap-ons and did each other with all the massive dildos. I am not going into the screaming, squirting cum orgasms, as it is all just a repeat of what was shared already. It was tremendous fun.
Later that night, we had a cock caged and fisting party so that only orgasms could be had with anal penetration to prostates, seminal vesicles and g-spot clits. Within the week, we were all able to take two hands and arms to our pits and shoulders and drenched each other's mouths, throats and faces in blasting hot white creamy boy cum loads after loads after loads.
We continued like this through the summer, and Butch and I had our private times when Olly and Abby went Uni-hunting with our parents. It was nice to have the entire property to ourselves. We continued to do intense naked Taekwondo in the morning and then wild sucking, fucking, breeding, cum eating and incredible dildo riding followed by immense anal fisting.
By the fall, the cum we all blew would have filled the swimming pool. Back in the city, Sir Butch begged me to share a dorm room with him for training and sexual and emotional support. I did a lot of my degree online. The College and Uni Football Coaches were a little concerned when they saw how Butch had slimmed right down, but when they saw his strength, speed and agility, they all asked what the secret was.
In front of the entire team and coaches, Butch revealed that we were lovers and that it was a combination of the Taekwondo and the massive anal orgasms brought about from the Toys and Incredible anal fisting. They were so taken aback that I was invited to join the team and cheer the guys on. Many of them laughed at my nerdy wiry body, but when even the black guys with huge cocks saw my massive white cock, many of them started to try bottom anal sex. I started to give pointers, and nightly on the prostate pleasure; we even offered anal fisting classes in the private team showers. Within weeks, the entire team was fighting each other. The coaches could not believe their new abilities!
Later that Season, the Team won game after game after game and went on to earn the greatest College-University accolades. Within a few years, Butch and I both graduated with honours. He was drafted into the NFL, and his first contract was in the dozens of millions.
Again, I was welcomed as a loving spouse and team member, sexual support guide and trainer. Need I say more, but deep down every Young man wants to bottom, and every young man wasn’t a hand and arm up his hole to the shoulder to experience male orgasmic heaven; double punch fisting was done to bring them back to earth and wake them up.
Years passed, and Butch was traded and transferred from team to team, landing bigger and bigger contracts. I was welcomed over and over again in all team activities. At the end of every winning game, I ran onto the field, jumped into Butch’s arms, and wrapped my legs around his waist, to cheers from the players and the fans. He always took off his helmet and kissed me wildly as the cameras and videos zoomed in. Our Love was on worldwide display, and it was being eaten up like a super popular boy-on-boy sports love affair series that had recently come out.
Ten years later, Butch was the QB for a team; here we were at the Super Bowl, and of course, they won hands down, pounding the other team into the ground. Butch got the Heisman trophy award. After the post-game interview, they asked what he attributed his win to.
He said, “Hands down, one thing. My lover and Spouse, Rodney; my little Bitch Boy with the Biggest Cock you can’t possibly imagine and the best arms for anal fisting to keep a star Quarterback in perfect agility and speed!” I ran to Butch and kissed him wildly as he carried me away to massive applause and cheers!
Our life continues to this day, growing better and better together with love and acceptance, teaching the world about 18+ Boy-on-Boy love and anal pleasure; the best of humanity will prevail! The End!
