Satyr
Hello adventurers, I'm back. I hope you enjoy the second chapter of this saga. Remember that my English is very basic, so please forgive any mistakes and confusion. As I said, things won't always be easy, and from here on out they tend to get worse.
Please continue giving your feedback; it helps and encourages me a lot.
The last and third chapters are in production and will soon be available for you. It's to clarify some things; it will be heavier than this one and will have hooks for future stories.
I intend to follow other adventures of our friends and perhaps other characters. Tell me what you would like to see.
See you later, adventurers!
The first light of morning appeared timidly, filtering through the leaves and touching the tent with a soft golden glow. The air was cold, the kind that wakes the body before the mind even understands that the day has begun.
Inside the tent, Lucas moved first. He stretched with difficulty, feeling his body complain about the previous day's walk.
— Wow... I can't feel my legs, — he murmured, his voice still hoarse with sleep.
On the other side, Matheo let out a muffled sound.
— That's because you're not physically prepared.
— Funny... you were the first to complain yesterday.
— Complaining is different from not being able to handle it,— Matheo replied, opening the tent zipper.
The light flooded the interior all at once, making them both squint.
— Wow... look at this,— said Matheo, stepping outside.
Lucas followed him, still a little slow, but stopped at the tent's exit as soon as he saw the landscape. The valley was covered by a light layer of mist, which was beginning to dissipate with the sun. The sky was clear, and the silence was almost absolute. Matheo stood naked, facing the landscape, contemplating it. This was a scene that Lucas would keep in his memory forever. His friend's defined body, that round butt, the tan line from his swim trunks, all intensified by the sun's rays.
— It was worth every step,— Lucas said in a low voice, joining his friend after wrapping himself in a blanket.
Matheo agreed with a nod.
— And it's even better knowing that today we don't have to climb all that again.
They began their morning routine without haste after getting dressed. In solidarity with Lucas, Matheo would also go without underwear. He put on shorts and a low-cut boxer shorts that showed off his abdomen and hairy armpits. Lucas wore sweat shorts and a t-shirt. Matheo thought it appropriate to say that those clothes accentuated Lucas's big butt.
They made a simple coffee, ate some cereal bars, and organized their backpacks.
— What's the plan?— Lucas asked, folding the tent tarp.
— We'll head to that northernmost point on the map. They say there's a good open area to stop,— Matheo replied. — It should take about two hours of walking.
Matheo sighed.
— Two hours... no problem.
— Said the guy who almost called for help yesterday.
— I was testing your psychological limits.
Lucas laughed.
— Sure. Scientist. Then we can just get down and rest here, spend the night, and go back home tomorrow.
After packing everything up and checking their equipment, they took one last look at the place where they spent the night.
— Ready?— Lucas said, trying to push away the memories of what they had done.
— Let's go.
The trail in that section seemed different. More enclosed, with taller trees and less light coming through. The ground was damp, and the sound of footsteps was more muffled.
— Strange how quickly things change,— Matheo commented, looking around.
— Yeah… it seems like a different place.
They walked for about forty minutes until Lucas slowed down.
— Hey… are you seeing that?
Matheo followed his gaze.
A man was standing a little ahead, leaning against a tree, fiddling with something in his backpack. A posture too relaxed for someone alone in the middle of the woods.
Lucas frowned.
— Isn't that the guy we saw yesterday, down there?
Lucas looked closer.
— The hottie Schmidt! Yes, it is!
The man looked up and noticed the two of them. A smile appeared, a little crooked.
— Look who it is… you two again.
His voice was firm, but had a tone that was too casual, almost invasive.
— Yeah… coincidence,— Lucas replied, remaining cautious.
The man approached slowly.
— You camped around here, didn't you? I saw your tent from up there.— Matheo exchanged a quick glance with Lucas, showing concern.
— Yes,— he said dryly.
— Brave,— Schmidt continued, adjusting his backpack. — This stretch isn't very frequented.
Lucas tried to keep the conversation neutral.
— We're following the map.
Schmidt gave a short laugh.
— Map…— he shook his head. — This changes more than you imagine.
There was a brief silence.
— I'm Schmidt, by the way,— he said, extending his hand.
Matheo hesitated for a second before shaking it.
— We already know. You told us before. I'm Matheo.
— Lucas.
— A pleasure to meet you.
Schmidt observed them for a moment, as if assessing something.
— Where are you going?
— A point further north,— Lucas replied.
Schmidt made a slight grimace.
— Not funny.
Matheo raised an eyebrow.
— Not funny?
— Yeah… just more woods. Nothing special. — He moved a little closer. — Now… there’s a waterfall nearby that almost nobody knows about.
Lucas crossed his arms.
— We didn’t see it on the map.
— Of course you didn’t — Schmidt. — That’s precisely why it’s worth it.
Matheo looked at Lucas, then back at Schmidt.
— And where is it?
Schmidt pointed vaguely to the right, off the main trail.
— About twenty minutes from there. Easy to get to.
Lucas didn’t seem convinced.
— We weren’t planning on leaving the trail.
Schmidt shrugged.
— Too much planning ruins the experience.
Matheo let out a small laugh.
— You talk like you're a guide.
— I've been doing this for years,— the older man replied, almost defensively. — I know every corner of this place.
He took another step, closing the distance between them.
— Seriously… you came all the way here to see more of the same? That waterfall… it's on another level.
Lucas kept his gaze steady.
— And you're going there now?
Schmidt hesitated for a moment—almost imperceptible.
— I can go again.
Lucas noticed, but didn't comment.
— I don't know…— he said, looking at Matheo.
— Man, it sounds interesting.
Lucas sighed, clearly conflicted.
Schmidt seized the opportunity.
— Look… you guys seem like good people. I wouldn't go out of my way to say this if it wasn't worth it.
Silence hung for a few seconds.
Matheo tilted his head with a puppy-dog look at Lucas. He clearly wanted to go.
— Twenty minutes, you said?
— At most.
Lucas ran a hand over his face.
— Okay… we'll take a look. But if things get complicated, we'll come back.
Schmidt smiled wider as Matheo skipped along.
— Trust me. You won't regret it.
He turned immediately, already starting to walk in the indicated direction, without even confirming if they were following.
Matheo looked at Lucas.
— It's going to be great, man.
Lucas adjusted his backpack.
— I hope so.
The two began to follow Schmidt through the dense forest, leaving the main trail behind.
Schmidt didn't slow down at any point. He advanced through the forest as if he were walking through a place all too familiar, dodging branches, stepping safely between roots and stones.
— “Twenty minutes,” right? — murmured Matheo, already dodging a vine that almost caught his face.
— You wanted to come — replied Lucas, in a low voice.
Schmidt looked over his shoulder, as if he had heard.
— Relax, we're almost there.
The path was noticeably less marked than the main trail. In some sections, it seemed there was no path at all—just Schmidt clearing a path.
But then, the sound began.
First distant… a constant, growing noise.
Water.
— Can you hear it?— Matheo asked.
— I can.
Schmidt smiled slightly.
— I told you.
A few more minutes passed, and the woods began to open up. The light intensified, and the sound of the water grew louder until it became a continuous roar.
And then they arrived.
The waterfall emerged between the rocks, cascading from a considerable height into a pool of clear water. The surrounding vegetation was more open, with some large rocks perfect for sitting. The water reflected the sky, forming an almost blue-green hue.
For a moment, neither of them said anything.
— …Wow,— Lucas finally blurted out.
Matheo took a few steps forward, completely absorbed.
— This... wasn't even on the map.
Schmidt crossed his arms, satisfied.
— I told you so.
Lucas looked at him, a little surprised.
— Okay... you win this one.
Matheo was already taking off his backpack.
— I'm going in.
— You didn't even think twice,— said Lucas.
— Not at all.
Schmidt laughed as he put his backpack aside and took off his shirt.
Lucas felt an absurd wave of heat. That man was enormous. His arms looked like tree trunks, the skin stretched over muscles, his abdomen was defined, and those chests could be mistaken for two melons. He was hairy, but kept it trimmed.
Matheo was also watching him. He admired his entire physique. He must be a regular at the gym. One day he would also have a body like that... Matheo froze when he saw the older man lower his pants without any shame. He was wearing black boxer shorts with “Master" written in red on the elastic band.
Schmidt stepped back and prepared to jump in.
— Careful, the water's cold,— he warned, diving headfirst into the water.
— Even better,— Matheo replied, already taking off his shirt.
— Matheo!— Lucas called, gesturing to his own crotch and then to his friend's.
— Oh shit!— Matheo cursed.
— Hey. Aren't you coming?— Schmidt asked from the water.
The two friends looked at each other.
— It's just that we didn't bring extra clothes.
Schmidt looked at them confused.
— Come on. Just go in with your underwear on, then you can just put your pants on and go without.
— It's just that we're already without them,— Matheo said awkwardly.
— No! That's not what you're thinking!— Lucas tried to correct himself after seeing Schmidt's astonished face. — It's just that we ended up going into that stream down there and they're still wet.
— Oh yeah, hahaha. — Schmidt wiped the water from his face, seemingly oblivious to the boys' arguments. — Then all that's left is for you to go in naked. We're just men here. We've all seen a penis in our lives... unless you're underage, then it wouldn't be cool for me.
— We're eighteen already. — Matheo proudly announced, as was his age of majority.
Lucas looked apprehensively at his friend.
— Oh man, we didn't come all this way just to take a dip. — Matheo said.
— You're right.
— But first, take a picture of me here. I want the waterfall in the picture!
After the photo, Matheo took off his shorts without thinking twice, as if he were eager to do it.
Seeing that naked body once more made Lucas feel a tingling in his groin and anus. Matheo's penis was soft, limp. It was even darker, making a stark contrast with the white skin of the swimsuit tan line. His penis and testicles swayed from side to side as Matheo ran to jump into the water.
Lucas pushed the thought away, first taking off his shirt, then his shorts, and jumping in after the other two.
— WOW! — shouted Matheo, diving in and quickly returning. — This would wake the dead!
Lucas couldn't form a word, but soon he was laughing.
— It was worth it.
They spent a good amount of time there. They talked, swam, and watched the water fall in silence. The atmosphere became light, almost completely forgetting the strange feeling of being naked in front of a stranger.
Schmidt, on the other hand, stayed more on the rocks, observing, sometimes fiddling with his backpack, sometimes looking around attentively.
After a while, already tired and with their bodies starting to cool down, the two got out of the water.
Matheo threw himself onto a rock, taking a deep breath.
— Okay… this saved the trail.— Lucas, still in the water, nodded.
— Without a doubt.
Schmidt approached, leaning against a nearby rock.
— I told you you wouldn't regret it.
There was a brief, comfortable silence… until Schmidt broke it again.
— There's another place nearby.
Lucas let out a light, almost automatic laugh.
— Of course there is.— Matheo turned his face, curious.
— What?
Schmidt tilted his head, as if assessing how much to count or the younger man's body.
— A ruin. An old one.
Lucas frowned.
— Ruins of what?
Schmidt shrugged.
— An old building. They say it was a support point, I don't know… a building from the colonial era… I never found anything official.
Matheo sat up, interested.
— And is it far?
— A little further,— Schmidt replied. — But it's worth the walk.
Lucas looked at his watch, then at the sky.
— How long?
— An hour, maybe a little more.
Lucas took a deep breath.
— We already went off the beaten path once…— Schmidt interrupted, his tone slightly impatient.
— Did you come all this way just to follow a line on the map or to gain experience?
His tone was harsher than before. A little intrusive.
Matheo noticed.
— Calm down,— he said, half-laughing. — We're just assessing.
Schmidt relaxed his expression, but not completely.
— I'm just saying… you won't always have opportunities like this.
Lucas was silent for a few seconds.
— Last stop,— Matheo finally said. — Then we'll go back to the main trail.
Schmidt gave a short smile.
— Deal.
The path to the ruins was different. Longer, quieter. The forest seemed denser in some places, and the terrain varied considerably. This time, Schmidt slowed down a bit and started talking more.
— I started hiking alone about five years ago,— he said, without looking back. — At first it was just weekends… then it became routine.
Matheo replied:
— And you work with that?
— More or less. I do some jobs… I guide people sometimes, but I prefer to come alone.
Lucas asked:
— Alone why?
Schmidt gave a dry laugh.
— Fewer people to cause problems and delay things.
Matheo exchanged a quick glance with Lucas.
— Fair enough, — he said.
Schmidt continued:
— I've seen a lot of people get lost, panic… people who shouldn't even be here.
Lucas replied, somewhat indirectly:
— We manage.
— I know,— said the older one quickly. — Otherwise I wouldn't have even called you.
There was a short silence.
Matheo tried to steer the conversation towards something lighter:
— And this ruin… how did you find out about it?— Schmidt took a while to answer.
— Walking.
— Is that all? — Matheo insisted.
— That's all.
The answer came curtly, ending the subject.
The rest of the way was spent with spaced-out conversations. Schmidt talked more about himself — loose stories, some about difficult trails, others about strange encounters in the woods — but always without many details, as if he were choosing exactly what to tell.
After a while, the vegetation began to change again. Less dense in some places… and then signs began to appear.
Stones stacked in an unusual way.
A piece of old wood, partially covered in moss.
Lucas slowed his pace.
— Do you see this?
Matheo nodded.
— I do.
Schmidt stopped ahead of them and turned around, with a slight smile.
— We've arrived.
The woods opened up enough to reveal the structure.
The ruins were there — partially overtaken by vegetation, with walls worn by time, some still standing, others already crumbling. It looked like a country house, with large windows and doorways. The place had a different, heavier silence. Much of it was on the ground.
Matheo looked around, absorbing every detail.
— This place... is strange.
Lucas took a few steps forward, cautiously.
— Strange how?
Matheo replied softly:
— I don't know... just... strange.
Schmidt stayed behind, observing the two in silence, as if awaiting their reaction.
And there, before the ruins forgotten by the woods, the feeling of adventure began to mix with something more difficult to define.
Schmidt clapped his hands, startling the boys.
— There are interesting things in there. You're not afraid of ghosts, are you?
And he continued laughing towards the main door of the house.
The boys looked at each other. That strange feeling was palpable between them, but their curiosity was also growing.
Matheo was the first to follow Schmidt, who was waiting for them at the door. The boys left their backpacks on the porch and entered what seemed to be the living room of the house. It was a stunning sight. The floor was all hydraulic tiles, the walls covered in climbing plants and moss, the roof was completely destroyed, letting the natural light create a magical atmosphere.
— Strangely beautiful! — Lucas could swear that this place came out of some fantasy book.
— Look at this. — Schmidt said from what appeared to be a hallway, he was leaning against an open door to a room, perhaps a bedroom or office.
The boys went there, fascinated. Upon entering, they saw that it was a smaller room than the living room, with a single window too high to look through, and on the wall a gigantic, aged painting covered in moss and vegetation.
Lucas went to examine the painting while Matheo examined the rest of the room.
The painting was of a faun. The mythological creature, half goat, half man. Lucas moved closer to understand what he was really seeing. It was a reinterpretation of the painting Nymphs and Satyr. However, in this one, the Satyr was abusing a nymph while the others tried to hold him back. The painting of the Satyr's rigid member penetrating the nymph from behind was clearly visible.
— What the hell is this?
Lucas snapped out of his trance at Matheo's urgent words. When he looked at his friend, he saw him in a corner of the room holding chains with shackles.
— That's weird, man,— Lucas said, heading towards the door. — Schmidt, are you sure you didn't find anything historical in this place?
Matheo assessed the chains; there were several of them fastened to the ground. They must have been two meters long, and at the end of each one were shackles or leather straps. Taking a closer look, Matheo realized how new they were...
— Matheo!
Lucas's call froze him. It was a weak, trembling voice.
When Matheo turned around, his body turned to jelly.
Lucas came forward with wide eyes and sweat forming on his forehead. Right behind him was Schmidt, holding him by the arm with a huge knife pressed against Lucas's neck.
— What the hell is this, man?
Matheo tried to hide the terror in his voice.
— I didn't authorize you to speak, kid! — Schmidt's tone was different. His eyes were dark, and his face was changed, with an expression of hatred. — Come on. Grab that chain. — He pointed with his chin to one of the chains fastened to the ground.
Matheo didn't move.
— Are you deaf, you piece of shit?! — Schmidt shouted. — Can't you see I have your little friend here?
And he squeezed Lucas's arm, making him groan in pain.
— What do you want? — Matheo said, raising his arms, trying to appease. — We don't have any money. Only in...
— I told you to shut the fuck up and get the chain. If you keep talking and disobeying me, I'll cut off a piece of this faggot and make you eat it.
At that moment, he forced the blade into Lucas's sensitive skin, making him scream sharply as blood trickled down the superficial cut.
— Okay! Okay! — Matheo ran to the chain and grabbed it. — Please don't hurt him.
Schmidt laughed.
— Now fasten it around your neck. — Matheo hesitated, but obeyed when he saw the expression of horror on Lucas's face. — Now lock the padlock.
Matheo felt his heart racing; he was about to explode. His head was spinning, and his whole body was trembling. His hands barely had the strength to lock the padlock.
Schmidt laughed loudly. He pushed Lucas into a corner and threw him to the ground.
Matheo was paralyzed.
Schmidt grabbed Lucas's wrist and fastened one of the chains with a leather strap, then repeated it on the other wrist, leaving the boy on his knees with his arms outstretched, unable to stand.
At that moment Lucas began to cry. He didn't have the strength to look up at his captor.
— Please, don't hurt me.
He heard Schmidt laugh and leave the room.
Lucas let out a breath while crying. He looked at Matheo and saw him struggling against the chain around his neck.
— Matheo, what are we going to do?— Lucas cried.
— Cell phone!— he replied, searching for his cell phone in his pocket. — Damn it, no signal!
And he ran around as far as the chain allowed, looking for a place with a signal. Nothing.
— Shit! Fuck!
Lucas began to cry even more.
— Calm down, man! We'll get out of this. We just have to stay calm...
He looked around for something that could help. There was nothing. No loose stones, no pieces of wood, nothing.
— What if he's a crazy killer? — Lucas was trembling all over, his legs were immobile.
— Man, everything's going to be alright. I promise. — Matheo said, looking at the wall and the small window high up. — We're going to get out of this...
— Oh no! Damn it, no!
Matheo looked where Lucas was looking. At the door, Schmidt was coming towards them dressed only in his hiking pants, his chest bare. In his right hand the large knife he had used before. He had a wicked smile and a face full of hatred.
Lucas was crying uncontrollably.
— What the fuck do you want?!— Matheo yelled. — Leave us alone!
— Keep talking and disobeying me, you piece of shit, and you'll see what a chatterbox like you gets!
— Go fuck yourself! You piece of shit!
Schmidt went heavily towards Matheo. The huge man grabbed the boy's wrist when he tried to punch him, spun him around, and held him in a hug from behind.
— You like to talk, don't you? One of the tough guys? You think you can take me on?
And he threw Matheo down. Forcing his neck towards the ground. Matheo struggled.
— Don't hurt him! Please!
Lucas yelled. He saw Schmidt on top of his friend, pinning him to the ground with all his body weight.
— What the fuck do you want?!— Matheo groaned.
With a free hand, Schmidt pulled something black from his pants pocket. It looked like a belt.
— Let's see how much you talk with this.— Matheo struggled and tried to scream. But something stopped him.
When Schmidt stepped away, Matheo was in tears, sitting on the floor trying in vain to remove a rubber gag that forced him to keep his mouth open with something inside preventing him from speaking.
— Now you shut up,— Schmidt said, calmly going to Lucas. — But I'll answer you. Do you know what I want?— he said, violently pulling Lucas's legs, forcing him to lie face down, his arms stretched out by the chains. — I want to fuck this little faggot until he screams my name.
Lucas felt his whole body combust. His ass clenched tightly and he lost his breath. He heard Matheo protest in his gag.
— Then I'll have some fun with you.
Lucas felt Schmidt's heavy hands move up his legs. He struggled, but it was useless.
— Holy shit...— Schmidt seemed to be talking to someone else. — Look at the size of that ass! — The enormous hands groped Lucas's buttocks, moving them in all directions, finishing with a strong slap that made his eyes water even more.
— You know what? I was watching you... you perverts. — Schmidt said, still crouched behind Lucas, but now looking directly at Matheo. — I saw when you went into that stream down there. — His heavy hand went back to groping one of Lucas's buttocks. — This little slut here is already naked... dying for someone to come and get her.
Lucas sobbed. Matheo complained into his gag.
— And you... a little faggot showing off that body in those white briefs.
Matheo preferred the worst swear words he knew, but his speech was limited to moans and murmurs.
— And there was the night... — Schmidt continued, leaving the boys wide-eyed and shocked. — Damn, how good it was to see that. You two left me with an uncontrollable hard-on!
Matheo watched him, that huge man crouched beside Lucas, one hand on his ass and the other on his own groin, holding on tight.
— Watching you two sucking each other off brought back memories of that trail... I even started jerking off right there, but you finished before me. That's when I decided I wanted to taste both of you.
Lucas struggled a little more.
— No. Please. Let us go!
— What's wrong, little whore? Are you shy now?— Schmidt released his own erection and grabbed Lucas's ass with both hands, in a quick and aggressive movement tearing his shorts and exposing his bare ass.
Lucas screamed and cried louder.
Matheo couldn't bear to see it. He tried to run towards them, but the chain around his neck prevented him, only causing him pain with each pull.
— Now that's more like it!— Schmidt shouted, standing up and spinning around. — No need to be shy! We're among men here. Remember at the waterfall?— You didn't mind undressing in front of me.
— You know what. I didn't tell you everything... — He went to the briefcase he had brought and took out a black vial. Matheo knew what it was. He protested once more, even knowing he was impotent. — My friend, Ethan, showed me this place. And it was here that I had my first time. Then there were others... and others... now it's your turn!
Matheo was on the floor, looking at that huge man next to Lucas who was lying with his bare ass up in the air, his arms bound by chains.
Schmidt looked at Matheo, a malicious smile on his face.
— Tell me, boy. How many times have you eaten this ass? Don't be jealous, I'll give it back to you and besides, you'll also get to try this.
And he lowered his pants. His underwear went with them.
Matheo salivated, tried to swallow, but felt it running down the gag and dripping onto the floor. Was that desire? It couldn't be.
Schmidt's penis was erect and throbbing. But it was so long and with a slight downward curve between the base and the middle that it seemed heavy despite not being thick at all. The skin was slightly darker than the rest of his body. The enormous, pink glans partially covered by the foreskin... and the scrotum, loose, with huge testicles hanging down. He was unshaven, the hairs formed a dark blond nest in his groin.
He grabbed his own testicles and said, swinging them excitedly,
— I've been saving this pleasure for you since yesterday.
He turned to Lucas and knelt over the younger boy. Matheo snapped back to reality what was about to happen and reacted when he heard his friend's futile pleas. His chain jingled with each failed attempt to reach them; nothing could free him. He couldn't help his friend.
Schmidt opened the black bottle, and with his other hand, he spread Lucas's buttocks and poured the contents into the exposed slit. Lucas groaned and struggled.
— Boy, don't make me use my knife on you. I don't want to leave marks.
He put the bottle aside and unceremoniously inserted his index finger into Lucas's orifice.
The scream made Matheo pull even harder on the chain, hurting his neck.
— No! Matheo, help me!
Schmidt laughed as he made slow back-and-forth movements with his hand.
Lucas was a mix of emotions. He had never felt so much fear, nor so much lust. At the same time that he feared for his life, feeling that man's finger inside his ass was an immense pleasure.
Schmidt laughed louder.
— What is this?— he said, noticing that Lucas was sticking his ass out to be penetrated more deeply. — I always knew you wanted this. From the first time I saw you, I knew you were dying for someone to fuck you.
Lucas hated to admit it, but it was true. For days he hadn't stopped thinking about being filled... he groaned when Schmidt removed his finger from inside him.
Matheo was confused. Was that scene exciting him? Seeing his friend being used was making his cock hard. It couldn't be real. He protested once more. He saw Schmidt remove his wet finger from inside Lucas and walk to the front of the younger man. His cock swaying against his thick thighs. He knelt in front of Lucas and grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to his knees to look into his eyes.
— Listen here, little slut. I know you're dying to get some cock. But let's make a deal. You behave and don't do anything stupid, and when I'm done, I'll let you go.
Lucas nodded.
— Great. Now open your mouth!
Matheo felt his cock tighten in his shorts when he saw Schmidt shove that huge cock into Lucas's mouth. It was impossible not to remember the previous night when he felt that mouth on his own cock.
Schmidt wasn't nearly as delicate as Matheo was. Lucas opened his mouth as wide as the older man ordered him to. He felt the glans touch his tongue, the salty and intoxicating taste of pre-ejaculate made him groan. He closed his lips around the glans and felt every inch of that huge cock going in until it hit the back of his throat. When Lucas opened his eyes, he realized that not even half of the cock had gone in. He looked up and found Schmidt laughing with a hungry look. He felt the man's hands grab his hair and his head being forced down. He barely had time to think before his mouth was being fucked at a savage speed. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the saliva that flowed with each back-and-forth movement of Schmidt's cock in his throat. Lucas had already gag from how much his throat had been ravaged, and now he felt that cock pass through his glottis and down his esophagus without any difficulty.
Schmidt withdrew completely, roaring like an animal. A thick line of saliva and pre-ejaculatory fluid connected his glans to Lucas's mouth.
— What an incredible blowjob!— he said, laughing. — Lucky bastard...
Schmidt was talking to Matheo when he noticed that the boy was holding his own erection under the fabric of his shorts, a dark stain formed by the leaking pre-ejaculatory fluid.
— He's a real little slut! You like watching? Then look at this!
And he gave Lucas's ass a hard slap, leaving the mark of his hand imprinted in red on that big white ass.
Lucas yelled, but at the same time he arched his back invitingly, exposing his pink asshole. This made Matheo tremble with pleasure.
Schmidt bent down beside Lucas and, looking at Matheo, began to play with the younger boy's ass.
— I'm obsessed with this ass.— Holding one buttock, he moved it in circles, allowing Matheo to glimpse Lucas's pink asshole. This sent a direct signal to his cock. — I thought you were going to eat it yesterday. I was expecting that. It was a little disappointing, I confess. But it's good that it's tight for me.— He put a finger in and began penetrating without ceremony, eliciting moans from Lucas. — Look at you. Overflowing with lust just from seeing you play. You're crazy about it too, aren't you?
Schmidt stood up. His erect and throbbing cock imposing. Then he positioned himself over Lucas and placed his enormous cock on the younger boy's buttocks. Lucas arched his back thirstily.
Matheo had a view of Schmidt's back, and seeing that cock land in Lucas's crack almost brought him to his climax. From that angle, Matheo contemplated the asses of the other two in the room, and this aroused his desire to penetrate both of them. Schmidt's ass wasn't even half the size of Lucas's, but it was inviting, especially when he bent down to rub his erection against the younger man's crack.
— Look at this, you little slut. — Schmidt said, looking at Matheo as he put a finger in Lucas's ass. He barely waited for the moan to end before inserting a second finger.
— Aah! — Lucas's moan echoed through the abandoned house. — Ow! FUCK! — Schmidt inserted the third finger and was already penetrating him. He did all this looking at Matheo with a malicious and mischievous smile.
Lucas felt his ass stretch painfully when the third finger entered and penetrated him deeply. But the pain passed quickly and a tingling sensation appeared in his belly.
Schmidt began to penetrate with more intensity and speed. Lucas felt the pleasure dissipate and the pain return.
He was writhing, moaning, and when he started to scream, Schmidt withdrew, giving him relief...
He felt something slide through his slit and stop at his ass, which contracted weakly, already expecting to be filled. It was Schmidt's cock. The glans pressing against the entrance and forcing its way in.
Schmidt poured more lubricant.
— Relax, little slut. You want to feel me inside you. It's written all over your face. Tell me you want it!
Lucas groaned and nodded. She wanted it, wanted it badly, from the moment she saw that man, and she wanted more... much more.
— Aaaah, fuck!— she screamed as she felt the glans enter.
— That's it, little slut!— Schmidt groaned wildly. — Now relax more, I'm going to go in.
Lucas tried. But it was impossible. The cock wasn't that thick, which made it easier to enter, but as Schmidt slowly pushed centimeter by centimeter, Lucas began to panic. That cock seemed endless. Lucas felt his insides being opened and stretched, felt that cock reaching places he never imagined possible. When he realized it, he was moaning with pleasure, the pain in the background.
When he finally felt Schmidt's pelvis touch his ass, he breathed a sigh of relief. Schmidt groaned with pleasure. It felt so good to have his entire cock swallowed by that hungry ass.
Just as he entered, he slowly withdrew. Lucas groaned, feeling every inch come out of his ass.
That scene was too much for Matheo. From where he was, he had a clear view of all that movement. He could see Schmidt's back and his legs bending upwards. He saw Lucas's thick thighs. Further up, he could perfectly see that entire cock coming out of his friend's pink ass.
When he realized it, Matheo had his hand inside his shorts, firmly holding his entire erection and moving frantically.
Lucas felt that entire cock come out of him with apprehension. He didn't want to be empty after experiencing that sensation. He felt his ass contract, trying to hold Schmidt.
The older man groaned and thrust himself in completely all at once.
— Aaaaaaah! — Lucas screamed and tried to move away in vain.
Schmidt began to move. Retreating until almost completely out and then thrusting his cock all the way in. Lucas groaned and writhed in pleasure.
Matheo was in a trance. He felt his body tremble with pleasure and desire. He couldn't believe what he was seeing was real; that wasn't Lucas, it was a stranger. It looked like the videos he watched when he was alone in his room masturbating. That huge man relentlessly fucking the younger one. His cock going all the way in and his balls hitting his perineum with each thrust.
—Matheo!
Lucas's call snapped him out of his trance.
—Matheo!
Matheo watched the scene with a realistic gaze. He felt his cock throbbing inside his shorts, soaked with saliva dripping from his mouth and pre-ejaculate leaking out. His body trembled. In front of him, Schmidt was thrusting mercilessly, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing loudly through the abandoned house.
Matheo protested. He howled into his gag. Until he caught Schmidt's attention. Lucas was still calling his name, seemingly in a trance.
Schmidt stopped fucking and looked at Matheo with the eyes of a wild animal, a predator.
He looked down at his prey, which was still begging for a name.
Schmidt laughed and continued to withdraw from inside the boy.
That cock came out smeared and dripping with lubricant and pre-ejaculate. Even extremely erect, it was still slightly curved downwards. Matheo watched him approach.
— Do you think he's complaining?— he asked as he got very close to Matheo.
Lucas was in pieces. He felt his body burning, his legs and arms were like melted jelly, his head spinning uncontrollably, his vision a blur, and his ass empty and hungry.
Schmidt grabbed Matheo by the collar of his shirt.
— He's begging for more.
And then he pushed Matheo to the ground. The boy was stunned by so much stimulation that he fell without fighting. He heard Schmidt laugh as he looked at his erection strongly outlined in his shorts.
— You'll see.
Then, with a quick tug, he pulled off Matheo's shorts, leaving him naked. His erect penis lay on his stomach, leaving a pool of pre-ejaculatory fluid there. Schmidt grabbed Matheo and made him kneel.
Lucas was regaining his senses, but this only intensified the longing he felt and the fire growing inside him. His erection was already painful.
He felt something move in his arms. It was Schmidt releasing his straps. He was free. It took him a while to manage to turn around, even sitting on the floor.
Looking ahead, he saw Matheo tied by the neck, wearing a gag that made him salivate profusely, his shirt soaked. He was sitting with his knees on, without shorts. His large, thick cock was erect in Schmidt's enormous hand.
Seeing that triggered a wave of heat within Lucas. Matheo had a distant look, full of pleasure.
Schmidt slowly caressed Matheo's cock while looking maliciously at Lucas.
— I told you,— he whispered to Matheo. — See how thirsty he is.
Lucas couldn't look away. Schmidt was crouched beside Matheo. His still-erect cock swayed as he moved his arm, jerking off Matheo.
Was that the cock that was inside me a moment ago?
He thought, clenching his ass and feeling an emptiness.
— Come here, little slut,— Schmidt said while shaking Matheo's cock and his own. — We're waiting for you.
That was the cause of the sexual explosion inside Lucas. He felt something break inside him. A limit. He wouldn't hold back anymore.
He walked on all fours to the other two in the room, feeling Schmidt's cheerful gaze on him. He reached between Matheo's legs and stopped. Schmidt stopped moving, but remained holding the younger man's member. Lucas looked up. He saw Matheo staring at him with desire and beside him Schmidt smiling like a madman with pure lust.
— Go ahead. We all know what you want, what you desire so much.
Schmidt stretched the skin of Matheo's penis, exposing the dark pink glans, revealing the pre-ejaculatory fluid that was leaking like a river.
— Boy, you're leaking like crazy.
— See, little slut, how much he wants you!
Lucas didn't wait for another request. He opened his mouth and swallowed. He tasted the unmistakable flavor of his friend, even though he had done it the night before, he was already crazy with desire for that taste. Matheo threw his head back and groaned into his gag.
— Yesss! — Schmidt yelled, his voice filled with lust. — Swallow this whole cock!
And with his other hand, he pushed Lucas's head down to the base of Matheo's cock.
The boys were exuding lust and desire. Lucas swallowed that cock as if his life depended on it. Matheo groaned and rolled his eyes, salivating through the gag.
Schmidt stepped back. Matheo missed the hand on his cock and opened his eyes. He saw Schmidt standing in front of him, between his legs Lucas was on all fours, sucking avidly. Right in front of Matheo's eyes, that enormous cock hung heavily, its balls swinging loosely. He felt Schmidt's hands behind his head loosening the restraints of his gag.
Matheo felt relief when he was free of that gag, he stretched his jaw and moved his tongue, swallowing the excess saliva that had accumulated. He looked ahead and saw Schmidt holding that monster. He held the whole thing, projecting his cock and balls forward. A malicious smile on his face.
— What are you waiting for? You little faggot!
That phrase was a secret order. Matheo leaned forward and inhaled the man's groin. He felt his pubic hair brush against his nose and lips. He felt the skin of the scrotum on his lips and projected his tongue, licking one ball, then the other. Then he sucked both into his mouth. Schmidt groaned loudly, sounding like an animal. Lucas let Matheo's cock slip out of his mouth with a wet sound, admiring the scene for a few seconds. Schmidt leaned back, letting his scrotum be pulled into Matheo's eager mouth. And then, with a loud, wet snap, his balls sprang out, swinging back and forth, leaving drops of saliva wetting Lucas's face as he watched in amazement from below.
Schmidt held Matheo's head and with his other hand guided his monster into the boy's mouth. Lucas felt an absurd thrill watching his friend endure that entire member. He saw when the cock surpassed the glottis and invaded the esophagus, and Matheo resisted and struggled, gag-like. Lucas could see his friend's cock throbbing; it was the signal he needed. The signal to return to his task. Without hesitation, he swallowed Matheo's cock, which continued to leak pre-ejaculatory fluid.
Schmidt groaned incessantly. Matheo also groaned as much as possible with that entire cock punishing his throat.
— Damn! I don't know which of you gives the best blowjob,— Schmidt said between groans.
Matheo managed to escape that torture and desperately gasped for air, his face wet with tears and saliva.
— Come back here!— Schmidt pulled him by the hair and forced his monster into the boy's mouth once more, now not going as deep, but fucking at a savage speed. Lucas was engrossed in his task, only hearing the wet sounds Matheo's mouth made as he was being mercilessly fucked. Lucas was reveling in that cock in his mouth.
Sucking Schmidt was good, but nothing beats the taste of Matheo; his thick cock made her mouth open as wide as possible, and she didn't need to go very deep to feel the great, robust massage on her throat...
Did the sounds stop?
Then he felt hands grab his buttocks and something press against his entrance.
— Aaaaaaaaah!— Lucas screamed, letting Matheo's cock slip out and hit his face.
In one thrust, he felt Schmidt's cock slide into his ass. That monster must have been lubricated with Matheo's saliva to go in so easily.
Schmidt didn't wait for him to get used to it, thrusting without any mercy. He would withdraw halfway to the head, then thrust all the way to the base of his cock. His large balls hit Lucas's perineum with the movement.
— Fuck!— Lucas screamed with each thrust. — I don't think I can take it like this! It's too hard!
— Shut up, bitch!
Schmidt grabbed Lucas by the hair and forced him to swallow Matheo's throbbing, leaking cock.
Matheo groaned as he felt his friend's hot mouth engulf his member, and Schmidt forced the back and forth without pausing. — Fuck! — was all Matheo managed to say, feeling that he was close to coming.
Schmidt also seemed to be close; each thrust into Lucas's ass was becoming more hesitant and arrhythmic. Lucas couldn't process his senses, his head bobbing back and forth on Matheo's cock, his ass being punished and broken open by Schmidt's monster, his own erection throbbing and pulsating... he felt the fire leave his testicles and travel through his cock until it leaked out in jets of cum. He groaned loudly with his friend's cock in his mouth. His body gave him away. He trembled and writhed.
— Look! — Schmidt said, letting go of Lucas's hair and freeing his mouth. — The little whore has already satisfied herself. It's your turn, big stud.
And he leaned over Lucas, still fucking him, now slower, but with more violent thrusts. With one hand he grabbed Matheo's cock, still wet with saliva, and began to masturbate him. The boy groaned at the touch, he was reaching his climax.
Lucas was extremely sensitive. He felt the pain of the monster's thrusts in his ass while his face received splashes of saliva and pre-ejaculatory fluid as Matheo was masturbated very close to his face.
— Aaaaaah fuck!
Matheo shouted as he ejaculated. Games and more jets of cum hit Lucas's face, leaving him soaked.
Schmidt quickly withdrew from inside Lucas with a hollow, wet sound. He stood with one boy on the floor between his legs and the other kneeling in front of him.
— I told you I saved it for you.
He said, grabbing his monster and masturbating.
The jets of cum came strong. Several hit Matheo's face, chest, and stomach, the weaker ones hit Lucas's back.
Schmidt fell seated, having spasms and groaning with a hoarse voice.
Matheo gasped as the semen dripped down his face.
Lucas lay there, feeling his body regain its strength.
— I see you're having fun.
The deep voice came from the doorway, making the three in the room look up in shock.
A dark-haired man with green eyes, probably about 1.70 meters tall, thin and with stubble, probably around 35 years old, stood in the doorway with his arms crossed, watching them with a malicious smile.
— Ethan!
