Sprawled back against a tree-trunk, Rosie studied the boy standing naked in front of her. He was so fucking mega-hot: all rippling six-pack abs and shit, his perfect body matched by handsome, clean-cut features. Making him even cuter was the fact that, at that moment, he was struggling to fit a condom over the bulging mushroom-head of his rock-hard penis.
'Here,' she said, moving onto her knees, something akin to worship in her eyes. 'Let me help you with that.'
Sean grinned. It was always the same: girls loved his cock. All through high school, glancing at the other jocks in the locker room, he'd worried about his size. In fact, there'd been nights when, alone in his bedroom, he'd frantically measured himself with a plastic ruler, always disappointed by the results. But now everything had changed. When he'd turned eighteen, two months before, he'd left school in the UK and headed to the States, working a string of hire-and-fire jobs, and since then he'd had loads of woman. Toying absent-mindedly with the gold crucifix slung round his neck, he was thinking about how good he was at sex, when suddenly, out of nowhere, a man appeared, a huge, hulking giant. The teens recognized him instantly: the escaped psycho who'd been all over the news, Oran Shepherd. Rosie leaped to her feet and ran off screaming, but Sean held his ground, facing Oran down. He didn't stand a chance: 5'9 and 165 lbs., he was totally outmatched. Oran's fist slammed into his balls: he doubled up in agony and Oran grabbed him in a sleeper hold. He fought back like a captured animal, but there was no escape, and, within seconds, the giant had choked him into oblivion.
Oran released the boy and he slithered to the ground, toppling over onto his back, his arms splaying wide to expose his shaggy pits. Lying there naked, he looked so vulnerable, Oran thought, despite his strong, young muscles. Eagerly he pulled out his cock and jerked off over the boy's helpless body, before picking him up and slinging him over his shoulder, carrying him off to his van.
Sean came to in an old, dilapidated barn, his hands lashed high above his head. The man was sitting in a chair opposite him, smoking a cigarette, playing with himself as he ogled his prisoner.
Scared shitless, Sean still tried to act all tough and manly.
'What the fuck is this?' he demanded. 'Let me go, you fucking psycho.'
Oran tossed his cigarette to the ground, then reached down beside him and picked up a big, black, leather whip.
'Looks like you need some manners putting on you, boi,' he snarled, lumbering to his feet.
He moved behind Sean, slicing the whip down across his shoulders, then up into his leftside pit, before sending it coiling round his waist. Blow after blow followed in quick succession, the pain incredible, but Sean forced himself not to cry out, not to beg for mercy, even though it hurt so bad.
Angered by the boy's stoicism, Oran came round in front of him, slashing at his pecs, then working down his abs. Reaching Sean's treasure trail, he paused, prodding the whip against the tip of teen stud's penis.
'This next,' he hissed.
'And these.'
He gave a flick of his wrist and landed Sean's balls a vicious slap with the whip, making the boy's muscled body jerk and spasm as he howled in agony.
Oran laughed.
'I'm going to turn your nuts to mush,' he gloated.
The threat broke Sean's resolve, the thought of his balls being destroyed too much to bear.
'Please!' he implored, his beautiful blue eyes filling with tears of dread. 'Please!'
The man slammed him in the balls again, the pain so excruciating that Sean puked, watery vomit spilling down between his sculpted pecs.
It was that precise moment the cops arrived and rescued him - just in time. Although his balls were bruised and swollen, no real damage had been done - as he proved to Rosie, when she jerked him off in his hospital room, drenching his sixpack in teenboy cum.
Meanwhile, in the psych ward of the same hospital, Oran was plotting revenge, dreaming of all the evil things he'd do to Sean when he escaped again....
