Arab stallion to pussy slave

Akshay had a devious plan for the two of them. Having already demoted Can to his dependent slave, he needed to sever the bond between the two brothers, not that there was a strong visible bond at the moment. He began to study and deliberately manipulate the feelings of the two. When they spent time together in a room, you could see the roller coaster ride of emotions in their facial expressions. Sometimes they sat in silence and stared at each other with hatred, then a wave of pity and sympathy came over them, but they couldn't express that to each other either.

When Can was alone in the room, which often happened because he had to do housework for Akshay like a maid, wearing only a white apron with ruffles on his naked body, Akshay talked him into it and thus manipulated his mind. He instilled in him that Manhor would have recognized him much earlier, he would have fucked him so hard anyway and would have used his strength and superiority. His own brother would have made him the slave he is now. He deserves an appropriate punishment so that Can can regain self-confidence again. So the words flowed day by day in Can's subconsciousness until he recognized this as the only true reality.

Can's only thought by now was to get revenge and to put that stupid muscle mountain of his brother back in place. Manhor had always been the tougher one of them but Can had been the smarter in school and now this brainless idiot of a brother had brought him in this situation, made him take cocks and feeling humiliated working for a stranger as a slave, being his sextoy. His lips twisted in a menacing grin as he, manipulated by Akshay's words, made the plan, to get his honor back by taking his bodybuilder brother's ass himself in revenge.
Their master had left them alone – at least they thought so – and had provided them with some bottles of Whiskey. Although they both were not used to the consumption of alcohol by now in their present situation and mood they enjoyed the opportunity to leave everything behind and get drunk. The room was heated to the max and so they only wore their jocks as they thought to be alone in the house. Manhor just poured the third glass and took it in a couple of big gulps. Then he refilled the glass by the amount of a double shot and nipped at it. His body was soon waving back and forth by the effect of the alcohol and he stumbled to the floor kneeling on the dirty rug in the living room. He sure made a pretty sight, that man mountain of a man kneeling on the floor with glassy eyes, waiting for support to stand up again. Can was sitting next to him on the lounge-chair and somehow felt his dick get hard pushing at the pouch of his jock. He who only had two glasses so far walked around his brother, savoring the sight of his hard hairy body on the floor.

He kicked his feet at the knees of his brother hard. “Spread your knees, cuntboy!” he snapped at the kneeling bodybuilder who nearly lost control of his body.

“Now we finally get to talk about what happened!” Can began and pressed his bare foot on Manhor's back as a hunter does with his shot prex. This was the first time they talked after Manhor had shot his load into Can's virgin ass. “How do you think you can make it up to me? What do you expect me to do after you took all my masculinity and turned me into a fag?”

“ I should be punished bro!!” Manhor babbled, “I've been a bad boy!”

“OH is this so? And how do bad boys get punished?” Can used more force an Manhor's neck so that he fell forward on all fours sticking up his ass.

“Bad boys have to be spanked”

“.... have to be spanked, what?”

“Have to be spanked, SIR!”

Can was so mad he didn't waste another thought about it and somehow to him the thought of spanking that big butt of his older and muscular brother making him squirm under his hands sounded so incredibly hot.

“Well bro, I'm not sure if spanking alone will help to make me feel better about all this trouble you got us into, I'm pretty mad!”

“Please try, I don't want you to be mad at me, Sir! Use your hands, a belt or even a whip, but please punish me so that we are even!” Manhor plead.

Can walked past him and seated himself on the couch a few feet away from him.

“Look at me! I could kill you, and we would not be even you shitty asshole! It's your arrogance that brought us here. I always admired you and was looking up to you being my older brother. But now it's you to look up at me!” Can corrected him. “Now crawl here and put your ass to use!” He motioned Manhor with his hands to place himself in his lap. It was such a turn on to see that once alpha man crawl across the the floor as he bowed his broad back, and hairy mounds of his arms flexed with each movement. Can yanked off his jock so that his brawny cock hang free, he wanted his older brother feel his dick, when he was bent over his lap. Manhor's gaze focussed on his fat uncut dick and he licked his lips.

“Get over here, ass in the air boy!” Can ordered in the most masculine voice he was able to produce. Manhor crawled across his lap very slowly like a turtle in slow motion, first his stubble of his chin then the hair on his chest and at last his hard abdominal muscles brushed the exposed sensitive tip of Can's already hard dick. Finally he was in the right position, his ass up in in the air just above Can's lap, their cocks grinding together. Just devided by the dirty stinking jock. Can ripped the jock to shreds and raised his hand over the round hairy ass. Whack! Can couldn't resist and whacked the bubble butt in front of him.

"Oouw...!" this blow had not been really painful but surprising to Manhor as he was more shocked about being spanked by his younger brother.

"Spread 'em a little more Bro!," Can kicked his brother's legs apart.

Can already felt the heat emanating from the muscular body and enjoyed the musky odor of male sweat that filled his nostrils. He landed another much harder slap on the hairy mounds of flesh and muscle. Manhor jolted, it was a real hard slap. Can watched the skin of the cheek instantly turn white, then pink. He then went on with a slow but hard spanking, eventually pausing to let him feel each single slap. His round hard ass felt heated by now and quivered with every spank.
Can leaned back to retrieve his thick leather belt from behind the couch he had positioned there in advance. Manhor shivered as he felt the leather slide across the side of his face and neck, crossing his shoulders and down his back to his pink hole. Can pushed Manhor's legs a bit wider and pulled out his bull balls from underneath them so they were close to his hole. Aiming at the target like a golf player he passed the folded leather down his brother's crack and let it rest on his balls for a second before he lifted his arm to get momentum. With a hard stroke Can whipped the belt down on the ballsack and up the hairy buttocks. A cry of pain escaped Manhor's throat and his lower body cramped together for a second. Can watched the red stripe build on the soft skin and left the belt there to draw the rough edge slowly up and slide it deep in his brother's ass crack, scraping the rough leather across his bunghole. A soft moan was the only sound in the room at that moment. Can played like this for a minute, loving the way that black belt looked hooking his brother's balls, lifting them until they slipped out again and sliding the loop of the belt deep in his hairy crevice. Manhor's moans grew and he started to squirm on his younger brother's lap, grinding his cock between his thighs.

“I think our master was right, you really are a manwhore sucker!” Can remarked and lifted the belt again up over his head.

SPANK! WHACK! Several times Can hit his brother's ass hard leaving reddish strips crisscross his hairy globes. Manhor couldn't hold it an ground his body in agony. He let out a low hiss each time the belt hit him, then tensed waiting for the next blow. SWISH! WHAM! WOOOSH! Can positioned about a dozen more blows and felt the cock of his brother spasm between his thighs leaking and the wet feel of precum trickling down the hairs of Can's leg were proving, Manhor enjoyed the pain. So Can thought of something more agonizing and humiliating.

“As I can see you don't really feel punished I've got something else in mind now. I'm going to play with your ass a little and I'm doing it raw! But if you produce enough precum, you might lube up a little bit! Do you want to complain?”

“No Sir! Whatever you want!” was Manhor's answer as he thought that his younger brother was going to fuck him, fuck him in revenge for what he had done a few days ago.

“Good bitch! Now reach back and spread your cheeks for me boy! Open up your cunt for me!”
Slowly Manhor reached back with his strong hairy arms and spread his globes apart, exposing his hot little rosebud in it's dark nest of hair. Can could see the tattoo-letters on Manhor's fingers, saying FIST, yes, that's what's going to happen to you now, he thought. He grabbed for his big brother's cock and scooped up some precum. Then he ran his coated index finger all around that nice quivering pucker that opened and closed like a flower.

“Such a nice ass, so muscled and yet so vulnerable. How does it feel to be an alpha man turned into a pussy faggot? Just rubbing your little hole with one finger and it is getting nice and slick.” Can mocked his brother enjoying the domination he had over this mountain of muscle.

Then he rested the tip of his cum-coated finger on the little slit that was opening up as soon as the fingertip touched it. Slowly he slid his finger in knuckle by knuckle past his ass ring. When it was all the way in Can circled it in slow motions and explored the wet heat of his brother's insides. He then started moving his finger even deeper pressing his hand with all his strength up the hole, searching for Manhor's prostate gland. A harsh gasp proved him he had found the spot so he playfully stroked it for a while, while his brother's moans became louder and more lustful. Until that point Manhor didn't know, what Can was really up to. He still thought, that he was only prepared for a good fucking. Even as Can slowly drew his finger out and positioned two fingers at his pussy he had no clue.

“Can you take two of my fingers, bitch?” Can asked and was rewarded by a “Yes Sir, anything you want, Sir!”

As Can eased the tip of his second finger in deep as he could go his brother's ass ring clenched so hard, he thought his knuckles would break. But the hole relaxed as soon as it had clenched and Can found the joy spot again. This time he didn't prepare his brother and moved in a third finger into his stretching hole. This time there was no clenching, the ass ring was already stretched so far, that it was only surrounding Can's fingers like a leather glove. He flexed his fingers around, stretching the hole even further until also his fourth finger slipped in and his thumb rested outside in Manhor's ass cleft, stroking the sweaty hair. Can could feel his fast heartbeat through his guts accompanied by heavy moaning and breathing and rivulets of sweat dripping down his body. He finally knew what his brother had in mind. Slowly Can worked his thumb into the hole using some of the leaking assjuices to lube up. He was sure that it hurt because Manhor was squirming in his lap. Still he wondered how easy his hole hand slipped in.

“I think I might not be the first to be fisting you, your hole is so sloppy like a worn-out prostitute's cunt. You're such a pig bottom, bro! I'm a little ashamed to be your relative now!”

Manhor nether answered nor did he to stop, just his breathing got more intense. Soon all five fingers were in to the knuckles and Manhor pushed back against the hand of his brother as far as he could. The message was clear, he wanted the whole hand, he wanted it deep inside him, being the fist-slut his master had made him. With his free hand Can scooped up some more leaking cum. Manhor was like a water tap now, sperm running out of him in rivers, maybe mixed with some piss, Can didn't know or care. He slathered all the cum over his wrist and lower arm, coating it in the white shiny spunk of his brother so that the hair on his own arm stuck to the skin. All that counted for Can now was to bury his hand and arm up the ass of the hottest body he knew. He felt so powerful using his older brother like a ventriloquist dummy, only that this dummy didn't speek but only could mumble animalistic grunts and groans.

Can pushed harder against his opening which already was stretched so wide, but it didn't want to let him in! Manhor was whimpering from the pain as it hurt like hell now and tried to push out to relax. At the next try though when Can's knuckles met his ring Manhor took a deep breath, and his ass ring relaxed enough for the knuckles to slide in and close around the fist. As his brother's knuckles stretched his hole even wider now he let out a whimper. But as Manhor wanted to get off by the pain in his ass he bucked up against the well greased hand and the arm slid in further. Can was drinking in the incredible sight of his arm buried deep in the bowels of his brother, him the muscle god groaning and whimpering on his arm like a trapped mouse and feeling the exhilaration of what they just did. After a while Manhor's squirming stopped as he seemed to get used to the feeling inside him. Feeling the guts stretch around his finger tips and seeing the outstreched asslips flex and pull back around his hairy forearm muscles Can began to move his arm in and out to the elbow. Manhor all the while was squirming, moaning and growling like an animal moving his ass back in rhythm to Can's strokes helping to fuck himself on his brother's arm.

Can was amazed as he felt the inside of his brother's hard muscled belly rub against his hand so soft and at the same time his belly and cock on the outside were rubbing hard against his own by now throbbing dick. Even Can started breathing hard now reaching climax himself by the incredible sight in front of him, feeling cum boiling in his nuts. He couldn't hold it much longer and shot his cream across big bro's groin and belly. At the exact moment he was spasming he jammed his arm even further up the ass and send his brother over the edge to shoot out his cum so that it was running down his thigh. His hand still buried up the wet hole Can stayed like this for a while trying to relax and come back to his senses. Slowly he eased his hand out and instantly Manhor slid off his brother's legs and crumbled into a helpless heap on the floor.
Still caught in heavy spasms of his orgasm the dizzy arab had to crumble up on his knees while Can stood triumphant in front of him. "Whad doooo you...," Manhor babbled but was silenced by a hard slap across his face.

"Shut up muscle-slut!" Can ordered. When Manhor opened his mouth to ask what his brother wanted, the teen jock stuffed his mouth, shoving his long dick all the way down his throat. "You better suck me good now, fag!" Can said. His cock slipped easily down Manhor's thoat. "Uurghhhh, mmmmhhhh", Manhor gargled although his throat was well trained by his tormentor's of the last months somehow with the cock of his brother it was different as if his throat was complaining taking it down.

"You are some lousy cock-sucker Bro. Every chick I had did a better job than you!" Can complained about the gagging sounds emanating from his big brother's throat. Can pushed the powerless hunk back against the wall.

"But I think you liked it when I spanked your ass red," Can explained," if I remember it correctly you were moaning like a cheap whore, you couldn't get enough, even stuck your ass out to my thrusts ... begging me for more! Your faggot body had been squirming like the one of a little boy spanked by his daddy, am I your daddy now? You were bent over my lap and crying into my pelvis. By now your once muscular body has given in like pudding to a spoon while blow after blow of my hands smacked your buttocks to a purple red. You think, your admittedly huge arab cock was made to drill female pussy to fill them with your spunk and push them over the edge. This time is over now! I think there is no use to your clit anymore, yes, you understood it right, your cock now is nothing more than a clit of a girl, it's there to be stroked and tickled while you are sent to an orgasm being fucked into your pussy!”

Can let his own hard member glide alongside the shaft of his brother which he now called a clit so that the teen cock hit the sensitive glans, right were the frenulum separated the mushroom head below the gaping piss hole. Pressing his body against the one of his older brother he had the two cocks trapped between their muscular sixpack abs. Being in heat and extasy by the dirty talk of his brother Manhor slid his hands up to his chest and nipples that were damp from both their sweat. Before Manhor could retreat a teen tit was pushed between his lips and without planning it consciously, Manhor brought his soft lips to Can's dark nipple and took it in his mouth and tongued it reverently. The center of it soon hardened, big and taut, as Manhor licked it.

"OK bitch, you like my soft brown nipples, they are young but still so masculine," said Can as he pressed one hand on the back of his brother's head and began fingering his asshole with the other hand. He enjoyed the sight of his brother's thick lips eagerly taking in his erecting nipple. "Such good little whore you are, serving my body in every way" mumbled Can and felt his cock react on the nipple play and begin to get hard. "I can see that you're a born natural when it comes to pleasing a man like me. That's your purpose, serving my body." Can let his big hands find Manhor's hard cock and began to massage it.

Manhor felt the wet grip around his dick. After some hard strokes on it he was almost passing out when Can jerked his head back, bending it painfully to the neck.

"You are truly queer, a fuckin' pussy-boy! You like a real man's cock up your
fucking mouth, do you? And probably even up your cunt!" Furiously he forced his cock inside the arab's mouth.

Can was still fuming but he sensed a well known tingling in his groin the same he had as he met Pia a few days ago, seemed like months by now. He
was angry, frustrated and anxious but most of it he was horny; if he was to relieve himself in that shitface's mouth, so what? He kept his brother's head in place and started to rotate his hips back and forth fucking his face, thrusting
his hips so that his ballsack slapped hard against the stubble on Manhor's chin.

"Yeah, suck my dark thick alllaaaaahhhh-cock!" Can triumphed with his hips slightly rocking. "Oh yeah, that feels good...chew my bone!”

The salty taste in his mouth told Manhor that his brother was already leaking a big amount of pre-cum. Can's satisfied moans grew louder and louder under the assault of the well trained tongue.

Can moved his hand down Manhor's muscled body, gliding his fingertips slowly through all the body hair he himself was still missing to let them play with the sensitive dickhead of his cocksucker and before the hunky kneeling man knew it, he felt the first contractions of an approaching climax spreading through his groins.

"What the holy fuck! Aaarghh!" unable to control himself the muscled arab
was taken away by the force of his climax. An enormous gush of white hot jism erupted from his fingered cock and shot straight up between the both of them. Somehow Can managed to knead his erupting dickhead between thumb and index finger, forcing him even more over the edge into a thundering climax.

"Yeah Bro that's it, now you're ready to cum having your cock fingered and a big cock in your mouth, you slutty cocksucker!" Manhor heard Can's hoarse voice through a fog of lust. "Now shoot your fucking load of hot pig-jism." Manhor's head lolled back letting the wet cock of his little brother glide out from his lips and while he gasped for air, Can sensed the opportunity feeling the muscled body slumping underneath him. He grabbed his helpless brother's head and forced him to look down right at his erupting man- tool. Can seized his brother's throbbing dick aiming it straight up.

"Uuuuuuuuaaaaaahhhhhh," the grunting and hollering Manhor shot his first huge load right in his face, his own white gush covered his nose his lips and dripped from his chin onto his adam's apple. The second shot hit his chest and the third splashed over his rock-hard abs. Now, while he was spraying his man-juice all around in all directions the muscle hunk was a howling and moaning bundle of lust.

"Awwww! Fuck! Uurghhh!" sweat was pouring from the hollering man, as Can watched the white sperm shoot out of his brother's dick while he again started sucking on his manhood. The cum-spewing shaft was still twitching in his hand and the gooey stuff was oozing between his fingers.

"Nice Baby, you've been a good boy," Can smirked while he scooped up some of the dripping jizz from Manhor's chin stuffing it into his mouth with his fingers. Without allowing him to recover Can then pulled his brother's head far back into his neck so that his mouth and throat nearly made a straight line. I an instant he was towering over his brother watching down to his brother's the heaving chest and to the sweat and cum covered abs. Before Manhor realized what was going on, Can pushed his slimy dick that was oozing cum against his face, forcing it all the way down his brother's throat in one single push.

"Yeah, boy, suck it now! No gagging reflex any more!" Can commanded. He was so close as well and would fill his cocksucking brother a big load.

"Mmmmphhhh aaaarrrrghhh," Manhor gargled when his mouth and throat where coated by hot teen cum and the flow didn't seem to end. Can massaged his brothers throat from the outside to support him swallowing his entire load.

"I guess that nearly settles it, bro," Can said, "now I need to take a leak! Take position, pussy brother, I want to piss on you and in your mouth.”

Immediately Manhor obeyed him, his brown eyes were piercing and expecting.
As they stared at each other this intense way Can started to piss on his brother's chest. The heat of it and the smell were intoxicating and dominating over the stench of their sex and sweat that filled the room already. Can hadn't pissed for about a day now and having drunk a lot of juice and coffee his piss had a dark color to it and the odor was overwhelming. Still locking eyes Manhor opened his mouth. Can first was surprised about how willingly his pig brother was reacting and kept pissing on his chest.

“Please Can, piss in my mouth.” Manhor said and he stopped pissing for a moment and moved closer, laying his soft dick on his tongue.

“Take a good taste first so you know, what'll be filling your belly.” he said and pissed his brother's mouth full. It was a salty and purgent, smelling of coffee and something bitter, Manhor couldn't describe. Manhor moved his tongue all around his mouth and lips, tasting every corner of it to show his brother how he loved the taste.

“Spit it ou!” Can ordered and watched the golden liquid run out of his brother's mouth and down his massive chest and hard sixpack of his olive-skin body droplets of it glistening in the dark hair like diamonds.

“Do you want to drink it down to have my piss inside your belly?” Can asked.

“Yes, Sir. I need it. Please fill me with your nectar” Manhor was practically begging for it.
Can tried to piss slowly so that Manhor could swallow it all and watched his mouth fill up. Sometimes he was pissing pushing his mushroom head between his big muscle brother's lips, sometimes he just hold it in front of Manhor's face who had to open his mouth wide and stretch out his tongue to catch it all. Before the stream of piss ended Can pulled his dick out and pissed on the top of his brother's head and directly in his face. The stream seemed to go on forever as Can was washing his face and body with it. Finally he ran out and he pushed his dick back between the sensual lips.

“Now that you had my fist inside you, drank down my babies and my piss you have to clean my dick, slut.” he ordered and Manhor licked the boy's cock clean.

There was a roar of laughter coming from behind the door. They thought they had been alone, now they recognized someone had watched them all the time. Manhor was still breathless when the door opened and Akshay entered the room.

From now on I'll take the lead here. He forced Manhor into the next room, tying him up at the waist and ankles to a big window in the wall where he could see his brother. Then he left the room and Manhor saw him pushing a chair with stirrups into the room and a kind of drilling machine with a control panel. He heared Akshay order his brother to enter the chair and obey him. None of them really guessed what was coming next.

Can obediently did as he was said, climbed on the chair and put his legs in the legrests so that they spread so far that his ass was on display. When Akshay put Can's feet in the stirrups and secured the straps around his ankles he felt a little bit afraid.
Akshay then also cuffed his wrists and explained the machine. "Now we have two levels of operation. You can chose between deep penetration or stimulation. But if you use stimulation, the next wrong answer will be rewarded by penetration without a choice, you understand? Do you see the cylindrical cone at the end of the machine? It consists of ten rings each getting wider in girth. So if you chose penetration the machine will push one ring after another into your hole. The first ring doesn't look that frightening, it's just the size of an average cockhead. But when you'll reach the last one it's already near to the diameter of a small watermelon. Each ring has different surfaces and functions. So if you chose stimulation the rings will move and react in astonishing ways. Some might only circle and rub your innards with their nubs and spikes, some may vibrate or even have electrical shocks. It's all very simple. I'll ask you some questions and the machine will react as a lie detector. Each lie will lead to a choice of you what the machine will do to you. So let's start, you just lie back and let the machine take you through it.”

Can lay in the chair and watched as Akshay moved the tool on the machine so that it's first ring was close to his exposed hole and touched Can's butt. He watched him push a button and the cone began to hum in a low tone. He took a tube of lube and smeared it around on the cone.

"Are you ready for this?" Akshay asked as if he would care. Without waiting for an answer he pushed another button and instantly with a soft whirring sound the machine-dildo began to move teasing Can's rosebud.

“Let's start easy on you!” Akshay began and grinned. “What's you name, is it Can Sokkar or is it Cumsucker? And be aware, for this question there is no choice, if you answer wrong, it'll be penetration!”

“Can Sockar!” Can answered self confident and the cone began to move forward first separating the crack that devided his asscheeks a little more then the cold steel forcefully pried his buns apart. It pressed forward without mercy, drilling him, reaching out for his pink hole to penetrate.

“Cumsucker!” he screamed but it was too late, as the first ring already pushed through his sphincter. He cried out of pain but somehow also tried to wiggle his but to contain his excitement.

“Well my dear Cumsucker, first answer counts! Now first say 'S' for stimulation or 'P' for penetration to start another round!” Akshay explained and laughed. Behind the glass Manhor watched his brother's torment with tears in his eyes and precum leaking out of his pissslit.

“Are you a fag?”

Can thought for a second and without thinking of the consequences after choosing 'S' he answered 'No'. The ring in his ass moved in tiny circular motions first one direction then changing and shifting. The ring seemed to have tiny spikes on it that were scratching at Can's soft skin.

“Next question: How would you describe your brother? Is he more of a pig or a hero?”

Can watched frightened at the dark glass in the wall. “A pig!” he whispered to prevent himself from the penetration-penalty.

“I didn't understand you, if you don't answer loud enough it'll be counted as a wrong answer.

“A pig!” Can screamed and tears rolled down his cheeks on both sides of his face.

“That was correct!” Akshay triumphed. “Let's continue! Did you like your brother taking your virgin hole?”

“No!” Can screamed without thinking and the machine began to shove further into his body as with some pain he felt the second ring plop through the muscle surrounding his asshole.

“I don't think, that was correct!” Akshay said in a deep voice. “The machine always knows better! Next one: Did you like him kissing you?”

“Yes!”

“Did you like his spunk in your mouth while you two were french kissing?”

“No!” Can screamed although he knew, the machine would now punish him. But he still couldn't form a 'Yes' to this question.

“As you didn't choose before, I'm sure you like the penetration as the reward to this lie!” Akshay mocked him. The next ring plopped in, this one already having the diameter of a big fist. The first ring still was circling in his butt creating a kind of welcoming feeling to the pain of the new intruder.

“S” Can screamed to confirm in time for the next round.
“Did you like taking revenge at your brother?”

“No” The thick ring in his assopening started to pump. It was like a haert pounding, stretching its ventricles and relaxing again, each time stretching his hole a little bit more. He lay there with his mouth wide open, his crying eyes wide in amazement as the ring inside him swelled to stretch his asshole even more.

“Did you like to piss in his piggy mouth?”

“No!” he answered and again was driven by instinct not by wisdom. As the next ring bored into him he thought it'll tear his body apart. Can was lying in pain and excitement as his sphincter finally gave way completely

“I think you are giving the wrong answers with intent!” Akshay mocked again.

“No,” Can babbled inbetween his whimpering sounds.

“BBBBEEEEEEPPPPPP!” Akshay simulated the sound of a buzzer. “That's definitely penetration again!”

“The fourth ring entered his numb ass while the third one still pumped inside him and the peak of the machine dildo scratched him.

“OK my dear Cumsucker, would you like to be penetrated some more until your hole is so lose your sphincter will not be able to hold your turds back?”

“No.”

“So why do you lie then? I do think you would love that!” and the fifth ring went in, this one having little ball-bearings on it and already being the size of a role of toilet paper.

“Do you feel the nice little balls on that ring? I'm sure you would like to choose stimulation next?”

“Yes please!” it was only a muffled answer as Can was nearly collapsed on the chair, groaning animal-like sounds.

“Do you want the videos I took be uploaded in the internet for everybody to see?”

“No!”

“As you plead for stimulation, I take this as a lie!” Akshay took advantage and pressed another swith so that the ball-bearings began to turn and send out little electric bolts inside of the limp body in the sloppy blackness of his guts.

"Awwhh!" Can moaned loudly. "Ohhh, fuck...Awwww, yeah, fuck me, drill my hole!"

Manhor couldn't believe what he saw and hammered his fists at the glass as he saw how the legrests spread out, pulling his brother's legs so far apart. That they were spread nearly straight out to the side. As hard as he was banging his fists his knocking could not be heard in the room.

“As it is penetration now, I have a special question for you! Do you want to be a gay top or a faggot bottom?”

“I am a faggot bottom, Sir!” Can screamed and drops of spit flew through the air out of his mouth. “I need a good fuck and want my hole filled ballsdeep!”

“I might believe you, so next question: Do you want to go back to your life and fuck Pia?”

“Yes” somehow although Can didn't believe it himself he had said this.

The machine-cone began to move again, slowly back and forth at first loosening his ring, then in and out through in increasingly longer thrusts until the next ring number six plopped in. He felt above all pain of his stretched skin a new sensation of being filled tighter, stuffed as his ass was stretched almost beyond endurance. Sweat was running down his body overcome by the fear, that there were still four rings to go.

“P” he screamed just having the ulterior motive to get over with it as soon as possible.

Akshay sensed his intention and knew, he would be misguiding the truth by now to end the tormet. And that was exactly what Akshay wanted to show Manhor behind the glass who wasn't the brightest candle on the cake to understand the turn of the game.

“If I let you go would you tell your family about what a whore your brother is?”

“Yes!” Can lied and the seventh ring pressed through.He couldn't judge how big this one was but it already felt like a road cone spreading his buttocks.

“Do you blame your brother for your misery being here and would you like to erase him from all your memories?”

“Yeeeeessss!” sreamed Can as the penultimate ring entered his body. Akshay didn't care any more about the rules of the game. He pushed all buttons of stimulation and the nine rings in Can's ass began to do their magic. They turned in different directions, send electrical jolts, one of them injected a fluid into his asschute, one tickled, another moved back and forth. To the poor boy it felt as if there was a rollercoaster buried inside of him.

Manhor though didn't recognize the pain his brother was in. He also didn't comprehend, that this were white lies. So his tears burned in his eyes as he heard his brother admitting, that he hated him, hated him so much, that he wanted to forget him.

“Do you want me to sell your brother to a truckstop, where all these perverts can take his ass, ruin his perfect body and rape him until he melts away into a puddle of sperm and piss?”

“Yes, yeeesss, YYYEEEEEEEESSSSS!” the whole thing went in shifted and smashed forcefully against his butt. The rings slowly pulled back little bit and just as Can hoped the torture was over they began to really fuck him harder, like a pile driver, jolting his body. It moved steadily through a series of alterations when one ring after another showed him its special force.

"No, Inshallah," he moaned half in pain half in pleasure. "Oh fuck me, FUCK ME, till I'm gonna cum!" Can was shattered, his brain was fucked and sore same as his asshole. His cock exploded while the rings in his ass seemed to heat up and cook his hole from the inside. His juice shot out of him in thick ropes of white jizm, covering his body in a second skin. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue trying to catch some of his own sperm. One of the powerful blasts hit his mouth and even covered his left eye completely. When the rings pulled out of his ass he lay there for about 15 minutes totally exhausted. His body was not able to move one muscle. Even his jaw muscles and throat were so sore, that spit was running out of his mouth and he was not able to close his lips. Only the muscle of his ass first gaped open nearly the size of the last ring, Manhor thought he could see through this gaping hole up to his brother's esophagus. Then after a minute or so the hole slowly contracted again and closed leaving a very wrinkled and red circle between his spread legs.