It's nearly time to take doggie for a walk. Andy was
preparing delivery boy Shane Cook for that role right at that
very moment. Shane was an insolent little punk, 5'6' tall
and with a very cocky square jawed face in a permanent pout.
His dark hair was shaven at the sides and gelled up on top
into two broad bands, one jet black, one blond. He already
looked like a Labrador with that stupid hairdo. A barbed wire
left bicep tattoo and a nipple ring finished the look. When
he had finished unloading the milk, Andy announced to 20 year
old bubble-butted Shane that today he was going to play
Doggie. Reluctant though Shane was he knew he'd earn an
extra 20 if he went along with the game, but in any case he
knew it was pointless to try to escape, as he was still
wanted having jumped bail at his last court appearance. His
forlorn punky look meant he had to go along with the ride. It
was now 8pm and the supermarket was closed apart from very
special male customers who wanted to watch depraved acts
performed my fit, handsome, cocky young men against their
will. They could still do their shopping, so that their wives
and partners didn't suspect anything, but they could ogle
and play with the Soopersava Pets at the same time. The black
shutters came down as the last of Timmy's schoolmates left
the building. A number of male shoppers entered the
supermarket from a rear entrance, their erections bobbing in
their jeans. Shane protested as he was made to wear an
elastic headband with two flapping doggie ears dangling, a
half inch elastic waistband with an erect bushy tail sticking
up at the back, and little fur paws and claws on his hands
'There's a good doggie Shane!' laughed Andy, as Shane
squirmed in embarrassment. 'Down on all fours for drinkies,
that's a good boy!' Shane was forced to drink water from a
plastic bowl with his name under a bone image. It was
hilarious. Some of the paying customers marvelled at him as
he drank from the bowl, his tail sticking up erect above his
puckered, shaved little asshole.
'Isn't he cute,' laughed one, as he patted him on the
behind. A black, shiny doggie nose was attached with an
elastic band and he now really looked ready for walkies.
Timmy came along to attach Shane's collar and lead around
the store, much to the amusement of the customers and the, as
yet, still clothed pets.
'It's such fun to watch these little dirty punks made to
behave like idiots,' laughed 72 year old customer Angus
Arnold. 'Do you mind if I masturbate his penis? I'd like to
see him do a doggie walk with a nice big erection. It would
'Certainly not, you play with his doggie knob Angus, I'm
sure we'd all like to see it, wouldn't we Shane?'
'Fuck off you pervs,' shouted Shane in his stupid outfit
with his cock and balls exposed.
'Oh dear, Doggie has forgotten that he can only bark and go
woof woof,' said McCormack, as he strapped a red ball gag to
the stupid fuck's mouth so that he could only growl or
murmur his responses. He gave Shane's smooth, curvaceous
butt a couple of nice smacks two, and the erect tail bobbed
about for everyone's amusement. Angus quickly felt under the
boy's stomach and started jacking on the enormous cock for
everyone's amusement. Soon, completely against Shane's
will, his horny penis started to erect and soon reached his
full potential of 8 inches. As Timmy embarrassedly walked
Timmy round the store, his nude cock bounced excitedly
against his abs and helpless Shane trailed a string of precum
mess all across McCormack's nice new supermarket floor.
'Look what that fucker is doing to my clean floor' yelled
McCormack, as he kicked Shane up the ass, eliciting a loud
growl through the muzzle and laughter from the other pets,
who were made to fetch a cloth to clean up. Suddenly, Shane
stopped and his ass quivered. He bowed his legs out, blushed
and moaned through the muzzle as his bright red cherry anus
'I think doggie is going to have a shit!' laughed Andy.
Shane was indeed desperate to take a dump and the onlookers
howled with merriment as Shane's anus swelled and the first
turd appeared at the tip. Shane bellowed into the gag as he
took his shit, still with a full hardon. Five golden turds
plopped out of his ass onto the floor. McCormack was beside
himself and when Shane had quite finished, he pushed the
lad's face in his own cack to make sure he didn't do it
again. With shit stuck to his own face, Shane was paraded
around the store. Andy rammed a parsnip up his ass to make
sure he didn't have any more little accidents. Then it was
time for the doggie fuck. Andy brought out a big latex doggie
with it's ass in the air ready for fucking. Shane was
motioned over to give the thing a big doggie pounding with
his stiff dick as a crowd gathered round. Poor little grunt
Shane mounted the obscene latex doggie ass as his butt flexed
and the parsnip dropped out. The temperature was high and
Shane began to sweat and grunt as he fucked the doggie. The
onlookers cheered and clapped to the rhythm, as the ass
flexed deliciously and the randy boy fucked the hell out of
the doll. He grunted and bucked for the lads. He shamelessly
rammed the hole and started to squeal as he came. He reared
up and as he pulled his cock out of the rubber anus a splat
of cum arced forwards and splattered all over the latex.
Shane panted as his balls tensed up and down and more and
more spoo bolted out of his dirty cock. A huge round of
applause as the doggie spent himself.
Shane was led back to the back offices as the gents were told
that Angus Babcock's two grandsons were ready to play in the
hot room. Angus's geriatric friends, ten of them, were led
in and made their way to the armchairs, some with walking
sticks, to get ready for the show. Angus's grandsons gulped
nervously as they heard chuckling. Sett was 18 and Bobby was
19. They had been caught by their grandfather jacking off in
their bedroom while staying over with him during this week
while their parents were away. Angus had decided they wanted
punishing, and it was either telling their father what they
had been up to, or agreeing to come along to McCormack's
gang and play at sex games for the older men. Bobby was only
5'4', but cute as can be, just one year older than his
brother. The hot room was heated up to over 90 degrees as it
was fun when the boys got sweaty. 10 armchairs for the
viewers had been arranged around a 12 foot childrens'
paddling pool filled with slippery baby oil. Bobby came in
wearing a black T shirt embazed with the message 'FUCK HIGH
SCHOOL', blue jeans and a chunky wrist and neck chain. His
cap bore the FCUK logo and he had his hands shoved in his
pockets. His brother Sett, cropped blond hair, silver chain
and pretty pouting face was just as cocky in khaki cargo
trousers, white trainers, cheap sunglasses balanced on his
head, with a grey baseball cap, grey short sleeved Nike
shirt and a cocky smirk. Applause as they entered the hot
room and started to sweat in their street gear, caps and
sneakers. They looked nervous. Angus explained that the lads
had been off to see their girlfriends and were dressed to
impressed in their 'best' clothes.
'But I had other ideas and brought them straight here for
you. They've both even washed and put on their cheap, shitty
aftershave for your benefit!'
Of course, it wasn't for their benefit, it was for their
girlfriends' benefit. But their girlfriends would be looking
at their watches by now, and dumping their stupid boyfriends
by the morning. Angus and his mates thought it all highly
'Would you like to strip off for us, lads?' suggested
Angus. They shook their heads disobediently.
'Well then, there's no choice,' laughed Angus, who used
toe be a PE instructor in the 50s and hadn't lost much of
his strength. He grabbed Bobby's shirt and ripped it clean
off his back, revealing a sexy white Y back singlet beneath,
and the gold chain that showed off his neck muscles and
glistened in the artificial light.
'Hey granddad you fucker, that was my best shirt!'. With
that he ripped off Bobby's sexy black FCUK top and revealed
his smooth, hairless torso. He then suddenly whipped Sett's
sunglasses of his cocky head and threw them against the wall,
where they smashed in two. He pulled Bobby's prize baseball
cap off and threw it to one of his friends.
'A little souvenir of tonight's show, laughed Angus. One of
his geriatric friends, Gus, put the cap on and modelled it
for the others. Bobby wouldn't be getting that back! As the
lads sulked, heir granddad took a pair of garden shears to
the top of the seat of Bobby's trousers and snipped them
open, clean through the belt, so they dropped to the floor in
an instant. The crowd wolf whistled and went wild as they saw
that Bobby had intended to impress his girlfriend with a
little mauve thong. Applause and laughter as Bobby blushed in
his kinky gear, his big cock clearly outlined and the whole
of his rear exposed by the sexy g string. Next, the same
treatment for Sett, whose trousers were rent in two by the
clippers and dropped to the floor, exposing his sizeable
package in a sexy pair of sky blue briefs and smooth legs.
The audience laughed as they saw the words 'BIG BOY'
written on the front of the briefs.
'Ha ha! Just how big we will have to see later, teased Angus
to a chorus of 'Awww' from his friends as the two lads were
led behind a screen in their trainers and briefs.
Angus instructed the two hooligans to strip off behind a
black curtain and slip into their new uniforms. He was going
to make sure these two were humiliated good and proper ...- his
friends had made all this effort to come up and see them and
he was going to make damn sure his grandsons put on a good
show. The lads squirmed as they took off their underpants and
sneakers, so that they stood there in just their chunky gold
scally neck chains. Next, sighs of grief as Angus produced
their new, sexy little costumes. To start off they were going
to be humiliated and made to parade as majorettes in front of
the old men. The lads were mortified, but nevertheless
realised they were locked in and would have to endure it.
Hunky little Sett was given a canary yellow majorettes'
outfit, basically like a girl's swimming costume with very
brief cut knickers and a yellow pleated skirt which showed
ass in the traditional manner whenever the wearer swung
round. The hem of the outfit was finished off with matching
yellow fur trim. He would look adorable in this, along with
his matching majorette top hat with erect feather and his new
yellow sneakers. Bobby was forced into the exact same type of
outfit, except his was baby pink. That would teach them a
lesson. Both of them protested as they were forced into the
sissy uniforms, Sidney laughing at their predicament as they
were given their twirling batons and told that they were to
emerge in front of the audience and curtsey to the gentlemen.
'Gentlemen, please welcome our glamorous girly majorettes,
Sett and Bobby!' yelled Angus. Wolf whistles and laughter as
the two naughty brothers were ushered out and forced to
curtsey to the old homosexuals.
'Curtsey at the rear as well girls, and lift up your little
dresses so the gents can see your cute asses! You better play
along with this or I'll tell your parents I found your stash
of pussy mags and that I found you masturbating'.
'Sorry gramps,' offered Sett, blushing as he showed his ass
for the men.
'Too late for sorry, young fellow me lad. Should have
thought of that well before you started playing with those
teenage penises of yours. The lads were shocked at being told
off like this in front of their grandad's friends, who only
'Well, here are my cocky lads. They'd love to play at sex
games for you, wouldn't you lads?' , said their
grandfather. Angus was nearly 73 and he was going to richly
enjoy getting his own back on these two cocky little fucks.
The two lads gazed down, knowing there was no choice. Angus
then started up a CD of marching music, beginning with
Colonel Bogey and In The Mood, and got the lads to march on
the spot, twirling their stupid batons. The old boys laughed
along and the two lads started to sweat profusely in the hot
room as the temperate reached over 90 degrees and they
concentrated on marching ...- 'in time, in time girls!'
yelled Angus, as the slapped their bottoms for good measure.
'Da-da, da-da da dad a daaaa......' went the terrible music.
Their little skirts flounced and showed their cock mounds as
they marched, and Angus lifted them at the back so that the
men could get a good glimpse of the boys' tough asses
flexing to the beat.
'Start twirling those batons. Each time you drop one you
will pay a little forfeit girls,' bleated Angus. The lads
looked at each other as they marched standing in the paddling
pool and bit their lips with embarrassment. One of the old
men squired some baby oil in the pool so it was harder for
them to stand straight. Laughter rang out as the boys hopped
unsteadily about in the yellow childrens' pool. Cute fucker
Bobby was the first to drop his baton.
'......and stop marching!' ordered Angus, as he temporary
stopped the moronic majorette music. 'This naughty little
girl has dropped her baton!' he mocked,as he slapped sexy
Bobby behind the head and on the butt. 'What shall we do
with her? How about....... A pint of vegetable oil down her
'I said SHALL I?' roared Angus, like a circus clown, as
Bobby winced and his granddad stuck a funnel in the top of
his majorette's outfit and a short stick between the boy's
smooth chest and the outfit so that it poured right down
inside the fabric and aimed for his cock.
'Yessss!' came back the roar of the onlookers. Patches of
sweat were appearing all over the boys' outfits, making them
'OK then!' chuckled Angus, as he tipped the contents of a
whole bottle of oil down the front of poor Bobby's frock. He
bowed his legs as the disgusting liquid trickled all down his
tight body and rendered the front panel of the outfit
'Ooh look lads,' guffawed Angus, as he lifted up the canary
yellow skirt of Bobby's outfit, 'you can see her pussy and
everything!' Hollers of approval as the outline of Bobby's
chunky penis and balls was outlined against the fabric. Even
his stupid brother couldn't resist a grin at Bobby's
expense. Bobby looked at him disgustedly and muttered
'wanker' under his breath.
'Oh, you think it's funny to drop the baton, do you Sett?'
snarled Angus. 'Well, let's see how you like this. Circus
style he whipped off Sett's pink majorette hat, poked a
little hole in the top, and filled the cap with whipped
cream. The onlookers egged him on. Angus jammed the hat over
the cute fucker's shaven head and the cream shot out in a
six foot arc through the little hole, like a giant cock
cumming. It was hilarious and everyone but Sett laughed, as
the hat was pushed right down over his pouting mouth. Angus
turned the music up again and made them both continue
marching and twirling like stupid girls. Eventually, Bobby
came off balance and bumped into Sett. Both of them dropped
their batons and slipped into the pool.
'Dead heat!' declared Angus, as everyone giggled and one of
the onlookers squirted baby oil at the two helpless brats in
'Get out of those costumes and it's fifty nude jumping
jacks each!' barked Angus. The lads looked horrified and the
granddads smiled with glee. They were going to see the cocky
bastards' bouncing cocks at last.
'You know what will happened if you don't!' warned Angus,
as the hapless pair stripped nude for the old boys' prurient
pleasure. They watched and inspected the brace of youthful
cocks. Both had freshly shaved their pubic hair for their
girlfriends. Both were full of spunk for their girlfriends,
but it wasn't going to be their girlfriends that got it.
'Look at those big cocks, lads!' squealed Angus. Both must
have been five inches, even soft, and they looked enormous on
these two lads, who were both pretty short. In fact, they
were pretty all round. Pretty boys putting on a show for the
elderly. Angus was in heaven as he played the Pointer Sisters
'JUMP' loudly and the old men clapped along as the lads
jumpin' jacked. They counted the jumps 26-27-28-29....... The
lads got sweatier and sweatier as their cocks flapped against
their bellies and got harder and harder with the force. By
the time they reached 50 there was a roar from the onlookers
as they realised both boys' cocks had reached full erection.
'Look Bobby, your cock is completely hard! Is your brother
turning you on, you cheeky fuck?' laughed Angus, as he tied
the lad's hands behind his back
'Hey, what's going on?' yelled Bobby, as his cock danced
and precum dribbled out.
'He's dribbling!' shouted Gus as he pointed at the teen's
wet cock. Angus secured Sett's hands behind his back too and
then pushed his cock down to make it spring up and whack his
stomach, just to show the guys how horny his stud grandsons
They're dying to get off, look!' shouted Angus, as he
bounced Bobby's cock too. 'Shall we make them cum, lads?'
A huge chorus of 'yessss!' as Angus made the lads climb
into the paddling pool with their hands tied behind their
back. Gus squirted a huge amount of baby oil over the boys as
the audience ogled and pulled their armchairs up round the
'The boys are going to play sex for you all,' announced
Angus. 'They have ten minutes to make each other cum, and
they have to do it by rubbing up against each other.
'Do you understand that lads?' A rueful nod of agreement
from the horny duo as they resigned themselves to squirming
in the oil to get each other off and out of their horrible
'Ready, steady, go!' shouted Angus as the crowd were
delighted to be rewarded with the sight of two of the sexiest
teenage brothers imaginable squirming and writhing against
each other's delicious, lithe, athletic, young, muscled
'Ooh you filthy fucker!'
'Aargh you bastard'
The two sexy brawlers flexed and showed off their asses,
cocks and holes as they jabbed each others' cocks at each
others' stomachs and legs.
'The loser gets more treatment!' shouted Angus, as he slid
a gelled butt plug up each boy's ass to encourage them to a
big gusher. The two teens suddenly realised they could get
out of that if they came together. As they writhed against
each other, both found that they got most excited as their
cockheads entwined. They both kneeled and squirmed back on
their pink butt plugs and bounced cockheads as the audience
drooled open-mouthed at the young fertile mens' display of
'Ohh fuck,' shouted Bobby, as he jabbed his brother's
'jab it, jab it, you fuck,' shouted Sett, keen to get his
cock off. Suddenly and with no warning, both boys' cocks
began to spew out wads of cream. It spurted up from one
brother on to the other's chest and vice versa. Great ropes
of hot cum splattered the athletic boys' chests and dribbled
down into their metal nipple rings. Both let out gasps of
orgasmic joy as their semen spewed all over their legs and
trickled into the pool. It had been a hell of a show. A round
of applause form the granddads. Angus laughed, slapped them
both round the face and said they could go and greet their
girlfriends by running home in their underpants. Sett and
Bobby were only to pleased to get out of their naked to avoid
granddad squealing to their parents.
Angus, though, promised that the show wasn't over yet. There
were a couple more acts still to come. Firstly, Gus announced
that he had caught his 18 year old grandson Mick trying to
screw his 15 year old underage girlfriend. Gus had threatened
to go to the police unless Mick agreed to come along tonight
and put on a little show of masturbation for granddad and his
dirty old men. Angus introduced Gus, an athletic, 5'11'
cheeky fuck with taut muscles and large masculine biceps. He
was bare chested with a No.2 crop and a brass ring in each
ear. A real macho stud, or so he thought. His sky blue boxers
and grey waistband extended three inches above the waistband
of his grey jeans, which were slung half way down his ass.
Massive unlaced baseball boots on his feet. As he swaggered
in, sneering, ready for his punishment, Gus asked for an
audience volunteer to jerk the brat off. Hands shot up. Gus
thought that the oldest guest, 82 year old Henry, deserved
the treat, and Angus whipped the boy's jeans down to fully
expose the boxers. A quick yank and they too were down. The
young thug pouted as he stood there nude. Gus ordered him to
drape himself across Harry's lap with his right arm around
Harry's neck, so that the old man had the lad sprawled
across him ready to play with. Harry immediately started
fiddling with the boy's big cock and lush pubic bush. His
balls were big weighty fuckers too.
'Just so the big boy remembers not to cradle snatch, we
thought we'd make this a night for him to remember,'
laughed Gus, as he stuck a pacifier in Mick's gobby mouth
and a yellow baby bonnet on his head. The previously cocky
teen blushed with embarrassment as Harry fingered him to
'You will act like the big baby you are and address Harry as
Mister Henry, Michael,' ordered Gus. 'You will make
burbling baby noises and coo when you are about to cum,' he
Mick had little choice. 'Tell Mister Henry what you want,
Micky,' instructed Gus. 'Like a nice little boy.'
'I want cum cum,' burbled the thick jock. Everyone laughed
as Harry manipulated the brat's cock to full hardness and
played with the head. 'Ooh, play with my helmet Mister
Harry,' burbled Mick, hysterically.
After a few minutes, Mick was ready to explode and his balls
drew up to his cock. He cooed and cooed like a baby as Harry
wanked on his thick cock. Jets of cum bolted out of the young
rugby player's knob and the first one splattered right
across the stupid fuck's face. The second went over his
shoulder and the third caught him in the eye. A total of nine
big spurts roped all across his big chest, trickling into the
string of tattooed Chinese lettering down the left side of
his torso. A job done he jumped up, yelled 'dirty fuckers'
at the men, and slipped his shorts and jeans back on to leave
the men to pack up the show. A huge round of applause and
laughter from the onlookers.
'Last but certainly not least, I would like you all to meet
a young wrestler called Chris,' intoned Gus. 'I am also
glad to inform you that this show is going out live on the
internet and that we already have 28 fans logged on to see
this lad humiliated for their fun and entertainment.' A wolf
whistle and more applause from those present in the stifling
room. Gus explained that high jinks after winning a wrestling
tournament had led to Chris being arrested for throwing paint
at the windows of a neighbouring house. Gus had liaised with
Andy at the local police force and arranged for Chris to be
given a bit of treatment in return for not being handed in.
Chris had pleaded for leniency, which was fun in itself, but
the cruel sport of his own punishment was just about to begin
in front of paying spectators who would love to see the young
wrestler brought down to their level. First of all a couple
of photos of the young wrestler were shown to the men to whet
their appetite. Several licked their lips and nodded their
approval as they looked at the stunning 18 year old wrestler.
Dark blond, with hair swept forward and shaved to a number
two crop sides and back, Chris was every inch the athletic
hero, A crisp, well defined jaw and melt in the mouth rough
boy face, he was going to be fun to play with.
Gus led the lad into the room wearing his stunningly sexy
outfit as the chat room went wild with comments of
appreciation. He wore a purple Nike sleeveless tank top and
blue, silk, Adidas shorts with navy football socks and
matching 12 hole construction boots. What was most fun was
that his hands were handcuffed behind his back and his legs
shackled together with a six inch metal chain so that he
could barely shuffle along. It was priceless. Chris hollered
and swore at the lascivious crowd, which just made them love
it all the more.
'Shall we get this cutie out of his kit then lads?' roared
Gus, to a deafening wave of approval. Unable to move, Chris
almost sobbed as Gus took a huge pair of garden shears to the
lad's tank top and cut it straight up the back, ripping it
off his athletic torso to reveal a gold chain round his
studly neck. Above the shorts could be seen the waistline of
what looked like a very sexy pair of HOM briefs. Gus made the
lad turn round so the viewers at home and in the playpen
could have a good look at the visible line that the boy's
briefs cut right across the interior of the silky shorts.
Once again the audience grabbed their crotches in excitement
and shouted their approval.
'Wouldn't we all like to see inside this?' teased Gus.
'Fuckin' fuck off you load of fuckin' pervs,' retorted
the tough boy.
'My goodness we do know some big words, don't we,' mocked
one of the men in the audience, provoking a gob of spit from
Chris right across the room.
'Fuckin' fuck off, twat face, it's not fuckin' funny',
'Oh no but it will be now,' laughed Gus as McCormack
entered to help steady the struggling youth and tie a bright
pink ball gag round his foul-mouthd face.
'That should shut the dirty bastard up,' giggled McCormack,
as Gus ripped away the boy's shorts to reveal a stunning
pair of flesh pink HOM bikini briefs, beautifully encasing
his obviously large cock and showing off his thick, athletic
wrestler legs to their best advantage. Gus forced the near
naked jock to revolve and show his ass off to the crowd so
that they could appreciate his firm, taut bubble butt.
'First of all I think we should wash his filthy mouth out
with a bar of old fashioned soap treatment,' continued Gus,
as he took a toothbrush, scraped it across some wet soap and
proceded to jab inside the cocky lad's mouth with it, making
him foam and choke around the bit gag. The older men present
all remember their own fathers washing their own mouths out
with soap after using foul language and it was great fun
watching this cocky lad getting the same treatment.
Gus then asked a few incredibly simple questions, such as
'what is the sum of two plus four, what is the capital of
Scotland and where would you find a lady's nipples'. Chris
burbled under his gag but was quite unable to answer, causing
howls of derision and laughter in the room and on the net.
'Oh dear it looks like we have a bit of a dumbo here. Dumbo
the elephant! Well, I wonder what sort of a trunk this one
has?' More snorts of amusement from the audience.
'First of all I think it's time for the dunce's cap. Such
an ignorant boy and such a wanker!' laughed Gus as the
lad's crystal green eyes begged for the humiliation to stop.
No chance. A large red and white, pointed hat with the pink
letter 'D' was jammed over his head, a strap fastening it
beneath his neck for reasons that would become clearer
shortly. In fact, closer inspection revealed that it was an
adapted traffic cone and as such pretty heavy. Here was the
school teen idol made to parade in front of old lecherous men
with a traffic cone on his head. He looked a rare sight.
McCormack stretched the fabric of the lad's briefs at the
rear and twanged it against his taut, pink bottom. His
tanline from swimming showed that he wore speedoes barely
less revealing than the underwear that was supposed to be
kept to show to his string of admiring girlfriends. Chris was
mortified that it was being shown off in this way. Gus poured
some baby oil down the back of the briefs and rubbed it in,
pulling the underwear half way down the lad's ass so that
everyone could see. Without warning, McCormack then ripped
the lad's pants off so that his cock swung free. A five inch
uncut beauty with a close knit surround of dark blond pubes
showed that this was one sexually experienced hunk.
'Who would like to see this hunk masturbated? Let's have a
show of hands!' Of course all the hands shot up and the
desire to see the boy shoot his sperm was enormous. Here he
was in the ridiculously large ball gag and boots, with the
dunce cap wedged on his head, and he was about to be whacked
off. Chris looked mortified as he was pushed onto his back
and a piece of chain rope from the ceiling threaded through
the bar connecting his feet. As McCormack and Gus pulled on
what looked like a separate rope, the audience gradually
realised that they were tugging on a pulley which was looped
through a metal hook on the ceiling and attached to the
defenceless lad's feet. He was going to be hauled upside
down, suspended from the ceiling and jacked off. What a sight
to behold! Soon the ingenious contraption had the 5'8' tall
boy held upside down, the chin strap keeping his comedy cap
on, and Gus began to manipulate the impressively displayed
cock to hardon. Even in this state, it didn't take long to
get the sexually fully mature wrestler to full hardon. What
Chris suddenly realised was that not only was he going to be
forced to orgasm for these men's pleasure, but that if he
wasn't careful his semen was going to spray right in his own
Chris sorely regretted not wanking over the last couple of
days. He had been saving up a huge load of cum for his
girlfriend that night and now realised he was going to get
his own batter right in his own face. The audience simply
lapped it up and chanted in unision 'Wank him off, wank him
off'. With the amount of cum the young punk had stored up
over two days it wasn't long before he yelled into the ball
gag and streams of hot white fluid jetted out from his
swollen uncut penis. He baulked as he creamy liquid slapped
straight onto his face in one long rope of sexual released.
Huge blobs spattered the underside of the plastic traffic
cone and, due to the shape of the rim, trickled back straight
into the horny lad's own hair, face and eyes. A huge strand
of cum then landed right on the ball gag and slithered into
his own mouth. The camera captured every moment as the boy
writhed and displayed every muscle and sinew in his bid to
stop the embarrassment and the unique spectacle of being made
to shoot his own cum on his pretty face.
A huge round of applause and that wrapped up the show for the
day. It was time for well earned rest, but not for long. As
Chris was unfurled and given a sound spanking to teach him a
lesson for the paint throwing escapade, he was let off with a
caution from Andy. Soon another day of fun in the Soopersaver
supermarket was about to dawn.
Part 7 to follow.