The First
My place finished, and it was in a two story brick building along a main street on the east side of the city. There were businesses along most of the street, and technically my building was owned by a shell company that Marcus operated through. He had also floated acquiring some of the businesses at a later date and using them for the operation.
The ground floor was taller and had a large open space with a dining room, kitchen, and living area. There was a back area that was enclosed with a study and a bathroom, between which was a paneled wall that led to a stairway that went down to a processing floor. It was a large basement for work we had added in, with cells, display and bondage equipment, a chained tiled cleaning room, exam room, and a couple private rooms for showing off merchandise in more intimate settings. The whole setup had cameras so I could check on all activity in all rooms on a display in my study. The upstairs had my quarters, a bedroom, private bathroom, and a trophy room. That room had two little displays for now, a missing poster of Tariq next to a framed picture of him as a cum cow and a copy of Chet's "Pal's Pig" photo with his laminated commercial driver's license under it. Time to add one.
I wanted to do something special, and get profit and relief from this one. A Detroit guy, Emmanuel Hernandez, was hassling us throughout the construction process. Complaints about a historic building being altered, waiving of public plans, corruption, and more were pouring in spearheaded by him. He was a 32 year old father of three that worked for the city planners office, had been in construction, coached his sons's football team, and would not stop bothering us. Marcus was especially annoyed. He made the suggestion, and since Emmanuel was a sexy Latin brimming with machismo who was a fit straight married man...I was inclined to agree.
While being a mostly upstanding citizen, we did a deep dive into him, tailed him, had forensic accountants go into his history, and got information out of friends through tricks and subterfuge. Eventually we discovered that he had two chinks in the armor. One he had cheated on his taxes, fixable but scandalous for a city planner, and he had a porn habit. Busty blonde buties were his favorite, and we wondered if he was staying with his latina wife for the kids. We decided to try something with that, if it didn't work we could go the tax route...but this could be more fun.
We had many women working to capture men posing as hook ups, dates, and online baits. We used one of these to get close to Emmanuel, a blonde beautiful woman, five years younger, was hired to play the long game. She met him while her car was broken down by his office where we knew he took a walk on his break. He helped, she flirted, he didn't take it but there was a spark. Then she bumped into and "recognized" him while he was at a public event while she posed as a student interested in the cause. She was finally in. Within a month Emmanuel was sneaking off to her apartment three times a week and calling her "mi amor." We had him.
Once she had rapport (and him by the balls) she suggested a ride, blindfolded, to a special place for some "kinky fun" she wanted to try. The sexy straight dad agreed, a little reluctantly, and was driven blind to my place, led down to one of the private rooms in my basement, and she had him stripto his red boxer briefs, he obeyed like the horny dog he was. He allowed her to chain his arms up to shackles from the ceiling, and she shackled his legs spread to the floor. His muscles biceps framed his face and his swarthy dark armpits were exposed. "Mi amor, isn't this a little much?" He said in his slight accent.
She reassured him and ran a hand down his smooth chest. "I wanna try this baby. Be good." She kissed him. He had a dark goatee around full lips. The man was gorgeous, tall, caramel skinned, black hair shaved at the sides blending into a wave of thick hair on top. He was fit, thick, the body was definitely that of an ex construction worker who still worked out. Juicy pecs with dark wide nipples, a flat stomach, thick perky ass, and powerful thighs. He had lightly distributed hair on his chest.
Marcus and I robed and ready, quietly entered the room and set up a phone on a stand right in front of them. She massaged him through his underwear as he softly moaned. "Alright baby, repeat after me, "I'm Emmanuel Hernandez and I'm a horny slut." He frowned, "Mi vida, come on, I'm up for kink but really?" She licked a round nipple, then teased it with her teeth and repeated, "Say it. I'm Emmanuel Hernandez and I'm a horny little slut. And the little for being bad." He let out an amused groan. I tapped the phone screen and it began streaming. Marcus handed her money, and she left. We had it on a feed to the dark web, where we had advertised, for a few, access to a straight man being handed over to gay men by his girl. Many in the know, friends and clients, knew exactly who he was and why we wanted him.
"I'm Emmanuel Hernandez and I'm a horny little slut."little thumbs up popped up in the feed. He laughed. I traced my hands down his sides and slipped them under the red boxer briefs. I slid the sides down, the band tugged at his bulge, then a juicy uncut Latin cock flopped out, tender skin tightening as he developed a semi. I pulled them down to his calves where they stretched, and his cock and heavy balls hung there in his pubes, curly dark hairs framing a magnificent veiny penis on display for the Livestream. Hearts, salivating faces, and a few eggplants popped across the screen. "Oh baby, this is intense...it's new for me, but I like it." I knelt down and tugged on his cock, and ran a tongue over his balls. They were a little hairy and he shivered and groaned. Marcus moved behind him and ran his tongue up Emmanuel's back. "Oh I see you have a friend, is that the surprise eh? I didn't think you would want to share me, mi amor, but it seems I have to let you." He said with false disappointed ending with a coy laugh.
I took a ball gag, large and chrome, it shone under the bright light we had fixed on the display of our stupid straight captive, ignorant of his situation. I traced his face with my fingers, then ran the cool metal ball against it and slid it in his mouth. He made a surprised sound as I fastened it and tightened around his head. He made a few attempts to talk, "Shhhhhh" I ran my finger tips down his neck, chest, stomach, and ended at his hardening cock. I traced it base to tip, and messaged the head. I took Emmanuel's cock into my mouth, played with his foreskin with my tongue, tickled his balls. His breath caught in his chest and he gyrated his hips. Marcus ran his fingertips over his back, his sides, then grabbed his hair and pulled his head back and nibbled on his head delicately... couldn't let him feel his beard or we would ruin the surprise.
He was now rock hard, and we were getting there. I sucked and toyed with his cock while Marcus played over the tan back and caressed his butt and thighs. I sucked and sucked while our victim gave into the moment, then his balls raised up, and he grunted, and gave up a load which I took into my mouth. Marcus at this began lubing up his cock. I reared up, and spat the cum into his face. He made a surprised sound and lost his relaxed resigned demeanor. He began confused attempts to talk and I took his still sensitive cock and pulled the foreskin back and tongue tortured his sensitive cock head. He struggled and began sweating, cum dripping down his face, when Marcus, lubed and ready, began moving in. I slapped the cock and the Latino's cock bounced up and down, and he began angrily moving his lips and trying to protest.
I stood aside and left him fully exposed to the Livestream and turned on the sound. The dings of reactions filled the little room, and he moved head head, ear towards it, confused. He clearly was no longer enjoying the experience. I came up, and said in a grave voice, "You know a horny little slut should come with an agreed safe word. And your amor isn't here if you told it to her." He went completely still, confused and suddenly feeling some fear. I slapped his cock again, and he recoiled. Right into Marcus behind him, feeling the lubed large cock against his firm straight ass.
He went wild, tugging and struggling. I went ahead and removed the blindfold. "You wanted to see our permit waved basement, here it is." His eyes went wide and he began shaking his head, yelling, spittle forming around the gag and moving into his goatee. Marcus gripped his thighs, dark large hands gripping the man over his tender tan skin, and he thrust his large dark erection right up his ass. He screamed, shaking and wriggling. His muscles chest bounced and I slid his belt out of his discarded pants. I doubled it and pulled it tight. His brown eyes watched helplessly, as he endured his first forcefully rough thrusts from a man courtesy of my partner. He yelled and screamed.
I began belting his belly, leaving red straps over that masculine form. Marcus grunted as he rutted up inside the poor tricked stud. He fucked him so hard at times the pretty brown muscle was lifted off his feet, full weight on his shackles, before he came down again. Marcus had been furious about the man's involvement in the construction, and he was venting his rage. I strapped his thighs, his belly, his chest. He was trying to move his thighs, biceps anything to get free. His red boxer briefs, now slick with seat moved back up around his thighs and tore as he bowed his knees out while he was raped from behind. Marcus moaned and shuddered as load up his ass. The straight slut gave a high pitched whimper as Marcus pumped in balls deep in his tight brown hole.
Marcus slid out and I took his place. The fucker panted, sweaty and in pain, his head bowed in his momentary rest. I got behind, his ass was slick and he was panting, head hanging between his shoulders. I parted his cheeks and slid myself up his chute. He bucked back up and I trapped his hair and pulled him back while I began my turn. Humping his powerful ass, feeling his warm guts and the slickness of Marcus's cum. Marcus got up front and grabbed a metal chastity device. Our bitch tried to tear back, impaling himself more on my erection as he tried to wriggle away, moaning and screaming.
Marcus shoved the thick brown cock into the metal device, looped metal hugged his meat and it bulged between the cool steel. It hung, locked and fixed, curving him down permenantly. "No erections for horny straight sluts, just the gay guys who own his ass." He shook his head desperately, it was his cock that led him to this point, we were just punishing it for him. His balls and newly trapped member swung between his powerful legs as I pounded deep into him, emojis of support still lighting up the screen broadcasting him to our friends and clients. Finally I slumped into his muscular back and creamed his hole, he wriggled as I shot a load in along side Marcus's.
I pulled out and the poor straight fuck sleeve hung there, legs spread, cock locked between them, panting and sweating. I finished the ripping of his underwear and tossed them aside, "I don't think you'll be needing clothes for a while, or ever again." Marcus got am anal plug that would juuust stretch him a bit on the way in and we enjoyed his moaning as it was slid up his ravaged hole. I smiled at the pathetic sweaty cock sleeve, "We will leave you there overnight and let you contemplate your future with me." He hung his head and we closed the Livestream, he had already more than paid for the trouble of his length snatching process.
The next day we live streamed him strapped down to a fuckbench having his ass and throat trained by relentless fuck machines. I was gonna enjoy playing with this one for a long time...his work ID and ripped undies went on my trophy wall. More to come...
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