Brandon

(In this part we explore the sexual concept of authoritarianism and domination in a wicked way.   The elements of inexperienced youth vs. older more experienced dominators are explored as well as a single victim trying to hang on against multiple opponents.  The effects of emotional, physical and sexual domination inflicted in combination are also covered.  

WARNING:  This story contains extreme OVER THE TOP COMIC BOOK STYLE VIOLENCE AND SEX ACTS for the enjoyment of the reader.  The over the top violence is pure fantasy and anyone trying this in REAL LIFE to a NON-consensual person should be tossed in prison.  Keep fantasy—fantasy!)    

PART 5 MALL COP MASSACRE

Brandon, the 18 year old boytoy baseball player sat in his pickup truck in the mall parking lot trying to decide how to handle his meeting with Bob The Mall Cop.  He was worried that Bob would release the tape of Brandon squirting out of control in the back hallways of the mall.  But wait--  how would Bob explain his part in it?  Brandon felt better of standing up to the big Mall Cop.  He climbed out of his truck and then after a moment’s hesitation pulled his white tee off and tossed into the truck before walking into the mall.  Brandon’s blue jeans were sagging on his waist showing off his white cotton BoyToy Underwear briefs with a big purple elastic waist band with white BOYTOY lettering.  

Brandon walked straight to the security office on the lowest public level of the mall.  A younger guy, named David, only a few years older than Brandon was manning the outer office.  The well built but cute sandy blond haired security officer looked incredibly at Brandon.  “Are you out of your little dimwit mind?” asked the young security officer.  

“I’m here to see the aw,” said Brandon before realizing he did not know the man’s title or last name. “Oh, Paul Blart Mall Cop!” he blurted out growing kind of annoyed.  

The young officer shook his head and pressed a button announcing that a shirtless Brandon was there to see Paul Blart Mall Cop.  “It’s your funeral Jelly Belly,” commented the young officer.  Brandon gave a hurtful look at the Jelly Belly comment and rubbed his soft belly.  The young officer shook his head at Brandon’s density while staring at Brandon’s soft jelly belly and big belly button.  

Bob came out of the hallway and grabbed Brandon’s arm, pulling him down the hallway and into his office, slamming the door.  “Where is your shirt?” demanded Bob.  “You’re flaunting my sworn authority again!!”

“Flouting your authority flouting!!----   idiot!” shouted Brandon, feeling even more contempt for Bob the foolish overbearing cop.  

At that moment, Bob, who was standing right in Brandon’s face slammed a savage fist into Brandon’s poor jelly belly.  Poor dimwitted Brandon was caught completely off guard and the fist sank deep into his soft un-flexed jelly belly.  Brandon spewed spit wildly and crashed to the hard tile floor of the office and curled up into a ball, hugging his hurting belly.  Bob bent down and grabbed Brandon’s shoes and pulled them off and then his jeans.  Before Brandon could do anything, he was stripped down to his white cotton and purple BoyToys.  Brandon’s fat penis began to harden as his clouded mind told him he was in his underwear in the mall cops office.  Still hugging his hurting belly, Brandon shoved his bubble butt into the air but paused to cough and spit up a little.  Brandon finally grabbed ahold of a chair and pulled himself up to his feet.  As soon as Brandon was on his feet again, Bob moved in and fired another horrible lick into Brandon’s poor crumpled belly.  Brandon spewed even more spit and crashed back to the floor where he coughed wildly and was becoming out of breath.  Bob pressed poor Brandon by grabbing ahold of his big thick stranded blond hair and pulled him up.  Brandon grimaced as the pain at his roots forced his hurting body to come up to his feet.  Bob walked Brandon over to his old steel desk from the 40s and using Brandon’s big blond hair, slammed his forehead down into it.  Brandon’s head bounced off the desk and he reared up straight, his head bobbled and slobber poured from his mouth before he fell back to the floor once again.  It was a wicked lick to Brandon’s head and he was groggy as hell.

“You’ll think twice before flaunting my authority!”

“oh (cough) ffff flouting your authority,” said Brandon gasping for air.  

Bob wanted to press his advantage and force the pace of the attack on Brandon’s groggy and hurt  teen Boytoy body.  He grabbed Brandon’s blond hair and pulled the poor kid back up.  Brandon stumbled to his feet and stood there helpless, his big green eyes glazed over.  Bob admired Brandon’s massive set of balls packaged in the white cotton BoyToy Underwear.  Brandon had a massive set of balls nearly the size of tennis balls.  Then Bob fired a wicked uppercut to Brandon’s fat balls.  Brandon spewed spit and crashed back to the floor, his soft sweaty body making a humiliating splat as he hit the tile.   Again Bob grabbed Brandon’s blond hair and pulled him right back up.  Brandon was sweating wildly and his fat penis had hardened up and was now sticking up and out of the top of the BoyToy Underwear.  Bob loved the feeling of pulling the helpless, nearly naked, pretty boy up off the floor by his hair and manhandling him.  Bob tucked Brandon’s head under his left arm and then with his right hand grabbed the side of the big purple underwear band on Brandon’s BoyToy Underwear.  Then he lifted Brandon’s body up into the air upside down.  He held Brandon there for a few seconds letting the blood pool in his brain.  “You’ll love this Brandon.  It’s called a brain buster!!”  At that moment, Bob fell back and the weight of both bodies drove the top of Brandon’s head into the hard tile floor.  Brandon yelped at the moment of the savage lick and then crashed to the floor on his back.  He tossed his arms out and spread his legs and jiggled wildly as his brain fought to stay conscious as thick white slobber poured from his mouth.  Brandon’s big green eyes were rolled sickeningly up in his head.  

Bob stood triumphantly over Brandon’s prone jiggling body.  Watching Brandon’s super soft Jelly Belly pump wildly up and down and up and down as Brandon’s tired body sucked in badly needed air, Bob could not help himself.  He jumped into the air and drove both knees down into Brandon’s soft belly meat.  The big man’s knees sank deep into Brandon’s super weak spot and Brandon spewed spit wildly.  Bob loved the feeling of his knees sinking into Brandon’s soft Jelly Belly flab.  As Bob got up, Brandon curled into a ball and shivered in wild pain.  Bob gave him no respite, grabbing his hair and pulling the poor helpless kid to his feet.  Brandon sagged wildly nearly going back down even with the mall cop holding onto his hair.  Bob noticed Brandon’s fat penis sticking up out of his BoyToys.  He steadied Brandon and then reached down and fingered Brandon’s fat cockhead.  Brandon cried out “PPP  PPPENIS!!” between coughs and fired a volley of sperm into the air.  Bob laughed wildly at how easy it was to get Brandon to totally humiliate himself.  Bob enjoyed watching Brandon’s very very groggy mind process the waves of humiliation and they poured across his face.  Bob could not help himself and fingered the cockhead again.  Brandon cried out again “PENIS!!!” and fired more huge wads of sperm into the air.  “BBBB BRANDON SQUIRTS!!  BBBBRANDON SQUIRTS!!”  Bob laughed and walked Brandon over to the metal desk.   He snapmared Brandon over his shoulder and onto the desk.  Brandon’s small of the back drilled the desktop hard and Brandon cried out.  As Brandon’s small of the back popped the desk, Brandon fired a fat wad of sperm from his penis out onto his cute jelly belly.  Bob was thrilled as Brandon squirted sperm when he got into trouble.  Making Brandon humiliate himself into a shivering mess was going to be wickedly enjoyable.  Bob reached up and pinched Brandon’s left nipple.  Brandon cried out “NIP!!” and fired 4 wads of sperm onto his belly.  One of the wads of sperm landed right in Brandon’s big gapping super sensitive belly button and another landed right on the rim and then rolled down into the belly button.  Brandon’s body jumped wildly and he cried out “BELLY BUTTON!!” and cranked off 8 wads of sperm.  Bob laughed wildly and grabbed Brandon’s fat penis and stroked it wildly.  Brandon lost it and fired a huge wad with every single stroke, even starting to chant “SQUIRT!!  SQUIRT!! SQUIRT!! SQUIRT!!”  

20 minutes later, Bob stopped stroking.  Brandon was a sweaty sperm covered mess. Brandon who had recovered somewhat from the brain buster looked around the room to realize he was laying prone on Bob’s desk in his office wearing only his BoyToy Underwear and squirting sperm helplessly.  Brandon was overcome with a massive wave of humiliation and started squirting again.  Bob laughed and Brandon cranked off 29 more wads of sperm as his own mind worked him over.  

“PLEASE!!!  PLEASE!!  BRANDON IN TROUBLE!!!  MERCY!!!  PLEASE!!  BRANDON BEGS!!  BRANDON BEGS!!” chanted Brandon.  

“Oh no BOYTOY,” said Bob.  “I’m going to take you out into the mall just like this and let people come up and play with your cute body and let you squirt sperm in front of the entire mall!”  

Brandon exploded, firing huge wads of sperm into the air.  Bob stroked Brandon’s sperming penis and Brandon sank into a deep squirt session.  

“STROKE!!  SQUIRT!!    STROKE!!  SQUIRT!!    STROKE!!  SQUIRT!!  PLEASE   BRANDON BEGS!!  ANYTHING BUT THAT!!  BRANDON BEGS!!  BRANDON BEGS!! BRANDON BEGS!!  STROKE!!  SQUIRT!!    STROKE!!  SQUIRT!!    STROKE!!  SQUIRT!!”

“Ok Brandon, anything but that.  Remember you said that!” said Bob.  Brandon finally managed to stop squirting.  Bob moved to the end of his desk and grabbed Brandon’s blond head and lifted it off the desk.  He then rapped his arm around Brandon’s chin and head and locked the sleeper hold onto Brandon.  Brandon’s body jumped and he spewed a huge volume of spit from his mouth as the blood flow to his already battered brain was restricted.  Brandon reached over and grabbed his fat penis and began to stroke it and started another humiliating chant as the stroked.

“SLEEP!!  STROKE!!  SQURIT!!  SLEEP!!  STROKE!!  SQURIT!!  SLEEP!!  STROKE!!  SQURIT!!” chanted Brandon becoming more and more groggy by the second.  

Bob nearly came on himself as Brandon stroked himself and chanted while he suffered helplessly in the sleeper hold.  Bob smiled.  He was barely even holding the sleeper tight.  Like everything else about Brandon’s super cute body, the arteries in his neck and chin were wildly susceptible to the sleeper hold.  Bob was holding Brandon on that horrible terrifying position right on the verge of passing out.  Brandon was sucking it up, terrified.  His body trembled with fear as it mixed with the pain, fatigue and absolute humiliation already there.  Bob enjoyed the wonderful feeling of domination as he controlled Brandon’s blood flow to his dense brain.  Brandon was suffering wildly in the hold and every second he held it Brandon suffered worse.  Bob found himself mesmerized by the pumping up and down and up and down of Brandon’s soft meaty jelly belly.  Brandon’s belly had a big full pump with a large rise from empty to full of air.  At its lowest point, Brandon’s belly had a slight jiggle before he took another breath and it started to rise again.  Even when  pumping slowly it called attention to itself.  The oversized elongated deep belly button in the middle didn’t help matters.  Bob reached up with his free hand and rubbed Brandon’s chest.

“ SLEEP!!  STROKE!!  SQURIT!!  MAN BOOBS!!  SLEEP!!  STROKE!!  SQURIT!!

Bob laughed as Brandon called out humiliating names for his body parts as they were toyed with.  He pinched each of Brandon’s big red nipples, drawing another chant from Brandon of “NIPS!!”.   Still holding the sleeper, he reached down and rubbed Brandon’s soft palpitating belly.  Brandon jiggled and fired his wads of sperm higher and chanted “JELLY BELLY!!”.   Bob did not hold back and shoved his finger down into Brandon’s big gapping and deep belly button.  Brandon cried out “BELLY BUTTON!!  BELLY BUTTON!!” and cranked off a series of huge wads that splattered wildly on the celling of the office.  Brandon’s body was trembling now from the wicked surge of hormones and other emotional stimulations flowing into his poor body.  And poor Brandon was still sucking up the horrible sleeper hold.  Brandon’s big green eyes were rolled wildly up in his head and he was slobbering badly.    

Bob had been holding the sleeper on Brandon for over 10 minutes and had the kid on the verge of passing out the entire time.  Brandon was a sweaty, sperm covered jiggling mess and he continued to chant and squirt huge wads of sperm.  “Your body is totally pathetic Brandon!” he said as the kid sucked up more and more humiliation and degradation.  Brandon’s body jumped and jiggled and the poor kid whimpered.  

“BRANDON BEGS!!   BRANDON BEGS!!   BRANDON BEGS!! SLEEP!!  STROKE!!  SQURIT!! SLEEP!!  STROKE!!  SQURIT!!”

Bob had to fight not to come on himself again as he watched Brandon’s teen boy ego fight to survive the vicious emotional assaults upon it with facts that it knew to be completely true.   He could see Brandon becoming emotionally despondent.  Bob loved the feeling of being able to use emotional torment and physical punishment to tag team the poor teen Boytoy.  

“SLEEP!!  STROKE!!  SQURIT!! SLEEP!!  STROKE!!  SQURIT!!”

Bob slowly began to tighten the sleeper and Brandon’s eyes closed and his chant became wildly slurred.  He was now in deep trouble and was nearly out.  

“SSSSSS SLEEP!!  SSSSSSSS   SSSSSS  SSSLEEP!!”

A few seconds more and Brandon’s right hand that was stroking his fat penis, dropped to the desktop.  A wild rumble poured across Brandon’s body and he passed out cold.

Brandon woke up laying face down on the desk with his hands handcuffed behind his back.   Brandon jiggled and pumped his still hard penis on the desk and squirted out more huge wads of sperm.  Bob grabbed Brandon by his blond hair and pulled him off the desk and out the door.  Brandon fired a huge wad of sperm as they came out into the hallway and he sagged against Bob, his knees going weak.  Bob snickered and pulled Brandon across the hallway and through another door into one of the malls back hallways.  Brandon stumbled behind Bob, being pulled along by his blond hair.  They exited to the outside and Brandon fired another huge wad of sperm and again nearly went down but only a few feet from the door, he was tossed into the back of Bob’s cargo van.  Brandon laid on the floor helpless as Bob climbed into the van and drove away from the mall.  Brandon laid there for 15 minutes, his mind thinking about all the horrible things that were about to happen to him.  

Brandon was still sweating when the van came to a stop and Bob opened the cargo door and pulled Brandon out.  Brandon looked around wildly to see he was out in the open and cranked off another huge wad of sperm in humiliation.  Brandon looked around to see he was in the middle of a huge junk yard.  He knew of it, on the outskirts of town.  Two younger guys owned the thing, willed to them by their recently dead parents.  There was an older but good sized house there on the property and in the middle of the huge junk yard, in a clearing, a wrestling ring with metal folding chair seating for several hundred.  

“Ok, Brandon, this is your chance to show me you are not a total pathetic penis pumping pretty boy,” explained Bob.  Brandon jiggled at Bob’s humiliating comment and he fought not to fire a wad of sperm in response.  Brandon’s weak mind told his fat penis not to squirt, but his much smarter and more powerful penis won the argument and Brandon squirted a huge wad of sperm into the air, drawing a wild laugh from Bob.  “You’re going to fight Butch and Calvin.  If you can hold on for 2 hours and not get pinned, you go free and I give you my copy of your humiliating video I have of you.  If you get pinned, put to sleep or give up, you remain my slave and I keep the video for blackmail purposes.   As an added incentive, each time you are pinned in the two hour time limit, you agree to another match with Butch and Calvin at their request.  If you are knocked out cold, you give them 2 more matches and if you give up, you give them 3 more matches.  You don’t even have to win to win, you only have to hang on and not get pinned.”  

“PPPLEASE!!!   IIIII  I’M NOT A FIGHTER.  I DON’T HAVE IT IN ME!” said Brandon betraying his true nature.  Brandon had no feels of malice toward anyone and indeed had been trained, even programed,  by his evil girlfriend to be wickedly submissive.

“All you have to do is hang on Brandon,” said Bob.  Then, using Brandon’s floppy blond hair ran the poor handcuffed kid down to the ring and slammed his forehead into one of the rings the steel ring post.  Brandon’s head hammered the steel post on a head run and Brandon crashed to the concrete floor around the ring shivering in agony.  Blood poured from the cut as Bob took the handcuffs off Brandon.  Bob grabbed Brandon’s hair and pulled the bleeding kid up.  Brandon was badly stunned and jiggled wildly as he sagged in front of Bob.  Bob rolled Brandon under the bottom rope and into the ring. As soon as poor Brandon rolled under the ropes, Butch the 22 year old, 220 pound muscle dude covered with tats, wearing blue jeans and tennis shoes, was right there and used the ropes to drop double knee drops into Brandon’s poor jelly belly over and over and over.  Brandon spewed spit and squirted sperm with each lick.  Butch laughed wildly as Brandon squirted sperm from his fat exposed penis with each drop into his jelly belly.  From right outside the ropes, Bob got a wonderful view of Butch’s knees sinking down into Brandon’s Jelly Belly over and over.  After sucking up 10 savage licks, Brandon rolled back under the ropes out onto the apron, trying to get away from the brutal assault on his big weak spot.  He was on his side clutching his battered belly looking straight out at Bob, who grabbed his police strength pepper spray and sprayed Brandon right in the face.  Brandon’s eyes and lungs got a full shot and he screamed as he coughed and choked and rolled back into the ring only to start taking more double knees to his jelly belly.   After 10 more horrible licks, Brandon again rolled back under the ropes, desperate for any kind of respite.  But Bob fired a series of big licks to Brandon’s bloody forehead, making the cut bleed worse.  Brandon rolled back into the ring only to take more double knee drops to his poor Jelly Belly.  Brandon was shivering and turning red from the lack of air.  Butch dropped down on Brandon’s chest and the reff dropped to his knees and started a quick count 1,2 and Brandon kicked out at the last minute, nearly losing the match.  Brandon’s dunderhead mind, now clouded by several horrible licks to his head, raced as he tried to process what was happening to him.  He was all alone, badly hurt, exhausted, sexually worked up, wearing a pair of his white cotton BoyToy briefs with the big purple waist band, under attack in a wrestling ring by two big powerful experienced opponents.  

Butch grabbed Brandon’s blond hair and peeled the poor kid off the mat.  Brandon was completely helpless, coughing, choking and unable to see very well because of the pepper spray in his eyes.   Using Brandon’s arm, Butch whipped him into the far ropes.  As Brandon stumbled off the ropes, Butch went back to the opposite ropes and bounced off running right at a stumbling Brandon.  Butch leaped into the air and nailed Brandon in the throat with a flying clothesline that nearly took Brandon’s head off.   Brandon crashed to the mat spread eagle and jiggled helplessly. Butch pulled Brandon back up and walked him over to the enemy corner.  He drove Brandon’s bloody head into the turn buckle and Brandon sagged wildly back into the enemy corner.  

Outside on the apron, Calvin loaded his elbow pad with a piece of metal.  He reached into the ring and grabbed Brandon’s chin from behind, pulling the teen’s head back.  Calvin slammed the steel loaded elbow pad down into the top of  Brandon’s poor battered head.  Brandon’s entire body jolted downward like a piston from the brutal lick and his fat penis squirted out a huge wad of sperm.  As Brandon’s body came back up he came away from the corner and sagged forward stumbling slowly out of the corner.  But Butch was right there and he put his hands on Brandon’s chest and stopped the helpless dazed kid from moving more than a step out of the enemy corner.  Brandon stood there with his arms down at his sides, his head bobbling wildly, his green eyes rolling in his head and slobber dribbling from his mouth.  Brandon looked Butch right in the eyes with a wildly groggy face that made Butch’s body tingle.  Brandon was really helpless and the athletic teen looked like he was going to suck up lots of punishment.   Butch pushed a completely helpless Brandon back two steeps to the corner where Brandon sagged with his arms over the top ropes again.  Immediately, Calvin grabbed Brandon’s chin, pulled his head back and drove the steal loaded elbow pad back into the top of Brandon’s head again.  Again Brandon’s body bounced downward and he sagged out of the corner with thick spit dribbling from his mouth.  It was wicked as Butch stopped him with hands to his chest.  Poor Brandon just stood there helpless, his head bobbling wildly with a savagely dazed look on his face.  Butch grabbed both of Brandon’s nips and Brandon fired huge wads of sperm into the air and a look of utter humiliation poured across his face.  Butch loved it as poor Brandon was suffering on so many different levels.  Butch still pinching both of Brandon’s fat red nipples, pushed him back into the corner where he sagged helpless and wide open for another attack.  Calvin drilled Brandon’s head again.  Brandon sagged wildly toward Butch and he again used Brandon’s nipples to push him back into the corner.   Calvin slammed the steel loaded elbow down into Brandon’s poor head for the 4th time.  Brandon’s body jumped and jiggled but he did not come off the corner where his body hung helplessly.  Calvin drove the wicked lick into Brandon’s head over 8 times before stopping.  He then grabbed a small chain and rapped it around Brandon’s throat and started choking the poor kid from outside the ring.  Butch grabbed the middle ropes on either side of Brandon’s body and used them for leverage to slam huge shoulder blocks into Brandon’s soft jelly belly.  Brandon spewed spit and sperm with each horrible lick, all the while being choked by a chain from behind.  The reff, who was in on the whole thing and was just there to make Brandon feel even more pathetic, stood back and let the carnage play out.  

After a 5 minute double team of horror, they stopped.  Brandon’s jiggling body hung in the corner like a piece of meat.  He coughed and choked and spit up trying to suck in air.  Sweat was pouring down his body like a river.  Butch was standing right in front of Brandon, rubbing his trembling and wildly pumping jelly belly.  Brandon was squirting sperm as Butch rubbed his soft belly.  Butch was smiling and laughing, talking around Brandon’s groggy head to Calvin.  

“Man his body is so soft and fun to work on!” said Butch.  “You’ve got to come in here and work on him.”
“I’m ready!” said Calvin.  Butch told him to hang on.  He wanted to give poor Brandon a breather and let him take in some air so he could hang on and suck up even more punishment.  “We don’t usually give our opponents a breather.”
“He’s softer, cuter, weaker and more submissive than anyone we have ever fought,” explained Butch rubbing Brandon’s belly again and getting more squirt of sperm from Brandon in response.  

“gasp cough gag JELLY BELLY!!  gasp cough JELLY BELLY!!” cried Brandon fighting to suck in air.  Butch laughed and rubbed Brandon’s soft Jelly Belly some more.  

After a 3 minute breather, Butch pulled Brandon off the ropes and turned him to face the corner as Calvin climbed up onto the top corner buckle.  Butch steadied Brandon and the poor kid stood there in a daze with his arms down at his sides, his jelly belly pumping wildly in and out and his mouth hanging wide open.  Calvin jumped off the top turnbuckle and drove the steel loaded elbow pad into Brandon’s blood wide open forehead.  Blood sprayed everywhere and a massive wad of sperm spewed upward from Brandon’s fat exposed penis as the lick impacted Brandon’s body.  Brandon crashed wildly to the mat and laid spread eagle jiggling.  Butch pulled Brandon right back up by his hair and steadied him while Calvin climbed back to the top turnbuckle.  Butch smiled as Brandon sagged there totally helpless once again looking up at Calvin.  Blood was running down Brandon’s cute face and slobber was pouring out of his mouth.  Brandon’s jelly belly was undulating in and out as he sucked in air.  Calvin jumped from the top buckle and drilled Brandon’s bloody forehead again.  Brandon crashed back to the mat dazed out of his mind.  

“Do you want to nail him again?” asked Butch.
“No.  I got something better.  Lets see how he handles this,” said Calvin, while pulling poor groggy Brandon up by his blond hair.  

Calvin whipped Brandon into the far ropes and waited for the poor kid to stumble back off.  As Brandon staggered wildly by him, Calvin rapped his big powerful arm around Brandon’s head and yanked the kid to a sudden stop in a standing sleeper hold.  Brandon yelped and his body twitched wildly as he came to a student stop with the bloodflow to his brain once again restricted by the horrible sleeper hold.  Brandon’s big green eyes rolled around in his head and spit poured from his quivering lips.  Brandon reached up with his right hand and grabbed his fat penis and started to stroke himself.  He began to squirt huge wads of sperm into the air.  

“SLEEP!!  STROKE!!  SQUIRT!!  SLEEP!!  STROKE!!  SQUIRT!!  SLEEP!!  STROKE!!  SQUIRT!!” chanted Brandon helplessly, saying each word in quick staccato fashion with a short break between each word.  

Calvin looked out at Bob and mouth the words “oh my god!”.  Bob smiled and shook his head up and down laughing.  Brandon stroked and spermed and chanted on and on.  Calvin eased up on the sleeper keeping poor Brandon super groggy as hell but not putting him out cold.  The reff was standing next to Brandon’s sagging body and Brandon looked over to him for help.

“SLEEP!!  STROKE!!  SQUIRT!!  HELP!!  PLEASE!!   SLEEP!!  HELP!!  STROKE!!  PLEASE !! SQUIRT!!  BRANDON BEGS!!  SLEEP!!  STROKE!!  SQUIRT!!” chanted Brandon.

The reff patted Brandon on the side of his belly.  “Do you need some help Brandon?” he laughed.

“SLEEP!!  STROKE!!  SQUIRT!! YES!!  SLEEP!!  PLEASE!!  STROKE!!  PLEASE!!  SQUIRT!!  BOYTOY BEGS !!  SLEEP!!  BOYTOY BEGS!!  STROKE!!  SQUIRT!!”

“NO problem Brandon, I’m glad to help!” he said.  Then the reff reached in and fingered Brandon’s big fat cockhead as Brandon stroked his fat penis.  Brandon’s body jumped wildly and he fired even bigger wads of sperm higher into the air.  

“SLEEP!!  STROKE!! COCKHEAD!!  SQUIRT!!  SLEEP!!  STROKE!!  COCKHEAD!!   SQUIRT!!  SLEEP!!  STROKE!!  COCKHEAD!!  SQUIRT!!”

This went on and on as Calvin and the reff double teamed poor Brandon as he sagged there in the sleeper stroking his massive penis and squirting sperm into the air.  It was nearly 20 minutes of horror for Brandon before he started to sag wildly and slump to the mat.  The kid was exhausted and even the lightly held sleeper was too much for his meager brain to handle.   Calvin kept the sleeper locked on and road him to the mat.  Brandon was stretched out on the mat jiggling, sperming and slobbering as he sank close to passing out.  

Standing on the floor outside the ring, Bob was enjoying this more than almost anything he had ever experienced in his life.  Brandon’s eyes were rolled up in his head and thick white spittle was running from his mouth.  Brandon was still stroking his fat penis which was a dark red and the cock head, which the reff was fingering, was turning purple.  Thick white gooey wads of sperm still squirted from Brandon’s fat penis.   Brandon was whimpering.  The mental and emotional attacks on Brandon had really taken their toll on his super fragile teen ego.  Calvin, slowly working the weak sleeper into Brandon, turned his head to face Bob, just a few feet away.  Brandon’s body jiggled wildly and he fired a huge rope of sperm into the air.  

“SLEEP!!  STROKE!!  BRANDON BEGS!!! COCKHEAD!!  SQUIRT!!  SLEEP!!    BRANDON BEGS!!! STROKE!!  COCKHEAD!!  PLEASE!!  BOYTOY BRANDON BEGS!!  SQUIRT!!  SLEEP!!  MERCY FOR BOYTOY BODY!!  STROKE!!  COCKHEAD!!  SQUIRT!!  BRANDON GIVES!!!!  BRANDON GIVES!!!!!

“Do you know what this means Brandon?” asked Bob.

“SLEEP!! SQUIRT!! YES!!  BRANDON GIVES!!!  BRANDON IS BRAN- DONE!!!!” chanted Brandon.  

Calvin dropped Brandon’s head to the canvas and the reff stopped fingering Brandon’s fat cockhead.  Brandon panted wildly and tried to pull back from near unconsciousness.  He would get a 60 second break before the match resumed.  He looked over at Bob and asked how much time he had left.  Bob looked at his watch and lied.  He told poor Brandon that he had 1 hour and 39 minutes left, that he had only been in the ring for 21 minutes.  Brandon jiggled wildly and fired huge burst of sperm into the air and started begging.  In fact poor helpless Brandon had sucked up an hour and 20 minutes of punishment in the ring and only had about 40 minutes left to hang on.  

The 60 seconds was up and Calvin locked the sleeper back on poor helpless Brandon.  Brandon jumped wildly and jiggled while spewing spit into the air.  Calvin yanked back on the sleeper and Brandon’s big green eyes rolled up in his head.  Calvin started to roll the sleeper into Brandon’s chin and head, rolling Brandon’s head around in big circles.  Brandon started firing wads of sperm into the air and the reff grabbed the fat penis and stroked it.  Brandon tried to chant but facing the full power of the sleeper hold only slobbered wildly and made a few “S” noises.  Brandon’s face started to turn an ashen color and his body jiggled wildly.  A huge burst of spittle spewed out of Brandon’s mouth and he passed out.  

After the 60 seconds, the reff used some smelling sauce to wake Brandon up and Calvin locked a figure four leg lock on Brandon.  Calvin locked it in to inflict maximum pressure on Brandon’s big meaty left hamstring.  Baseball player Brandon had some nicely muscled upper lets.  The shortstop was a big base stealer and had powerful legs but Calvin had in cranked in.  Bob watched as Brandon’s big meaty hamstring flexed wildly and pulled back and forth as it tried to fight the wicked stretching of his left upper leg.  The big quads on the front of Brandon’s leg flexed too but the real pressure was all on the hamstring.  

Over ten minutes passed and Brandon was sobbing in pain and gave up.  Calvin broke the leglock and Brandon grabbed he leg and shivered in agony.  Brandon know owed the guys 2 more matches.

“Well, that ate up 3 more minutes,” lied Bob.  “Only 1 hour 36 minutes to go.  Brandon looked out at Bob in horror.  The 60 second rest period was up and Calvin grabbed the injured left leg and locked a spinning toe hold on it.  Brandon screamed and begged for mercy.  Brandon bravely hung on for 8 minutes before giving up again.  Brandon was really suffering and sweat just poured off the poor kid.  60 seconds passed like 1 and Calvin grabbed the leg and rolled Brandon over onto his belly and began to drop a knee into the back of Brandon’s badly hurt hamstring.  Brandon screamed in horror and actually humped the mat with his fat penis as Calvin dropped knee after knee into the hamstring.  After 25 licks, Calvin rolled Brandon back over and re-applied the figure four leglock.  Brandon screamed in wild agony and begged for mercy.  Again he fought to hold out and not give in to yet another match but he only lasted 5 minutes before he gave up.  Brandon was sobbing in pain.  Calvin locked the leglock on Brandon again and he only lasted 3 minutes.  Brandon now owed 5 matches.  

Calvin tagged in Butch who pulled Brandon off the mat.  Brandon limped badly on his hurt left leg.  Butch tucked Brandon’s blond head under his arm and grabbed the side of his wildly sagging BoyToy Underwear and lifted Brandon up into a vertical hold.  He then fell back suplexing Brandon’s small of the back into the mat.  Brandon screamed in pain.  Butch pulled Brandon up again and back-breakered him.   He kept Brandon straddled across his knee, letting Brandon’s own weight punish Brandon’s small of  the back.  Brandon cried out and begged but held on for 5 minutes before Butch picked him up and bodyslammed him to the mat.  He then grabbed Brandon’s legs and put him in a deep boston Crab hold, bending Brandon’s injured small of the back against itself in the wrong direction.  Brandon screamed in agony and jiggled in wild pain and held out for 5 more minutes before giving up for the 7th time.   After the 60 second rest period, Butch dropped 15 double knee drops into Brandon’s soft jelly belly.  Brandon was a spit and sperm spewing mess once again.  Butch dropped to his knees and slapped a claw hold on Brandon’s jelly belly.  Butch was very strong and he had the claw anchored by his thumb in Brandon’s deep belly button.  Brandon screamed and fired wad after wad of sperm into the air.  Brandon only lasted 1 minute before he screamed that he gave up.  Brandon was still shivering in agony when Buster locked the claw back on his Jelly Belly.  Brandon gave up almost immediately.  This went on and on till Brandon had piled up 25 matches with the brothers.  

Bob told Brandon it was almost over he had only one more test to survive but this one he could not end by surrendering.  Brandon was not ready as Calvin locked the horrible figure four leg lock back on his injured left leg and Butch locked the wicked claw hold on his super weak jelly belly.  Brandon screamed in agony and sobbed.  The reff started stroking Brandon’s fat penis and he fired huge wads into the air.  Finally, Bob lifted Brandon’s head and locked the sleeper hold on the poor kid.  Brandon shivered wildly and suffered and suffered.  He was now firing massive ropes of sperm into the air.  Bob had Brandon right on the verge of passing out.  Brandon was suffering massive physical pain and sucking up huge emotional humiliation.   Brandon sobbed and begged wildly but the 4 attackers continued to pour in the punishment.  

Bob eased way up on the sleeper to allow poor Brandon to pull back from the verge of passing out so he could punish the kid mentally.  As soon as Brandon seemed more awake he started in.  “Brandon, you are so pathetic!” said Bob.  “Look at yourself.  You are laying here and we are punishing and toying with your pathetic body and you can’t do anything about it.  What boy would allow this to happen to him.  What boy would respond to our attacks by squirting sperm!!  What boy would respond by stroking his own penis and making himself squirt even more!!  Your body is pathetic!!  Your Jelly Belly is the weakest in the world.  Your fat belly button is so humiliating!  Your fat red nipples are playthings for anyone wanting to hurt you.  Your small of the back is weak and helpless, easy to punish.  Your balls are massive and easy to pound on.  Your penis is huge and ready to squirt sperm in humiliating fashion all day long.  Even your only real positive is your big powerful upper legs and look, we have turned that into a negative for you.  How’s that hamstring feel now?”

Brandon laid there under attack and sucked up the words, letting them burn into his mind and punish his fragile badly damaged ego.  Brandon sobbed and fired even larger wads of sperm into the air, starting to fire ropes of sperm out of his fat penis as the reff stroked away at it.  Bob continued his mental assault on Bandon’s helpless ego.  “No one likes you Brandon.  They all know about your humiliating body.  You are so stupid Brandon.  You walking around without your shirt thinking you’re hot and everyone is looking at you because your body is a joke and they all want to play with it.  Think of all the people who play with your body, just try to touch it?  You call that normal, yet none of them want to be your friend or hang with you?

Brandon’s body quaked in agony as he thought about all the people toying with his Boytoy body.  He didn’t have any real long term friends.  Brandon’s mind punished itself wildly as he suffered and sucked up more and more humiliation.  As poor Brandon’s body, mind and ego suffered and weakened, Bob poured in more emotional misery.  “Brandon, your parents don’t love you- they never have- we could keep you here forever and they would not care.”  Brandon sobbed wildly crying loudly and begging.

“NO!!  NO!!  AWWWWWWW!!  STOP!!  PLEASE  STOP!!  NO MORE!!” cried Brandon.  Brandon was hanging on to what was left of his man, well, boyhood by a thread and Bob pumped in more damage.  “Brandon, you are so stupid.  Why are you not going to college?  You’re a great baseball player.  I know you’ve had offers for scholarships.   Because you nearly flunked out of high school, because your stupid Brandon, stupid!!  Do you know why you can’t find a job?  Because your stupid and no one want’s to hire the pea brain with the humiliating body that everyone wants to punish or humiliate!!

Brandon was crying loudly now, long loud sobs of physical agony but mostly deep deep emotional agony.  Brandon was being psychologically damaged and was now helpless to prevent it, and Bob, who had used police contacts and other means to find a lot about Brandon, continued.  “Brandon, have you ever had sex with a girl other than them playing and toying with your body, making you squirt.  Most of them probably didn’t even get undressed did they?  And the only one that did, yes your longtime girlfriend Daphne, she’s 4 years older than you and you started dating when you were a little freshman in high school.  What has she spent 4 years doing to you?  Playing with your pathetic body and humiliating you every chance she gets!!

Brandon was squirting huge long ropes of sperm 10 to 20 feet into the air.  His body was jiggling wildly, his head bobbling helplessly and his cock head was a bright purple.  Bob leaned over Brandon’s face and spit into his open mouth.  Brandon swallowed the spit and sobbed even louder.  He was coming apart mentally and Bob pumped in even more.  “You are all alone Brandon.  No one in the whole world will help you.  It’s you against all the people who want to work on your cute pathetic body.  The next time you come here to fight, there will be an audience of thousands, all paying to see you humiliate yourself.  All your so called friends and enemies are going to be able to come here and work on you Brandon, in front of a cheering crowd!!  

“BRANDON’S PATHETIC!!  BRANDON’S PATHETIC!!  BRANDON’S PATHETIC!!  BRANDON’S PATHETIC!!  BRANDON’S PATHETIC!!  BRANDON’S PATHETIC!!” sobbed Brandon completely losing it.  

“This is a contract for 25 more fights over and above the 25 you already have,” said Bob.  “The only way you are ending this attack is to sign it!”  Bob dropped the contract and a pin onto the mat beside Brandon’s limp right arm.

“BRANDON’S PATHETIC!!  BRANDON’S PATHETIC!!  BRANDON’S PATHETIC!!  BRANDON’S PATHETIC!!  BRANDON’S PATHETIC!!  BRANDON’S PATHETIC!!”  chanted Brandon as he put his finger on the pin but did not pick it up.  

“Pick up the pin and sign the contract Brandon or you will lay here and suffer forever!” said Bob.

Brandon continued to babble and chant his pathetic chant.  After only a few more seconds, Brandon weakly picked up the pin.  With everything pouring down upon him, Brandon fought with everything his poor exhausted mind and body had left.  He jiggled helplessly and struggled against overwhelming power.  

“BRANDON’S PATHETIC!!  BRANDON’S PATHETIC!!” he chanted helplessly while suffering wildly.   Squirting ropes of sperm nearly 30 feet into the air, Brandon moved the pin toward the paper------

TO BE CONTINUED!

Brandon will return in Brandon Part 6: Public Sex Dance

Will poor Brandon sign the contract?

Can Brandon recover from the brutal physical and emotional damage done to the poor hapless teen?

What else does the devious and much more vicious than expected Mall Cop have in store for poor Brandon?

Will anyone help poor Brandon?

Stay Tuned

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