Second Victim: The Pizza Boy
Alex had been scrolling through the delivery app for weeks, timing his cravings just right. He knew the schedule of the pizza joint down the street, and tonight, it was Toby 'Slice' Miller on shift—the 21-year-old kid with the messy light brown curls and that unmistakable bulge straining against his uniform shorts every time he bent over to grab a box. Toby was no jock like Brock or Ryan; he was just a regular guy, 182 cm of skinny-fat build, pale skin dotted with freckles across his shoulders, faint abs peeking through the softness of his belly when he stretched. Innocent eyes, a shy smile in his profile pic, but Alex had zoomed in on those delivery videos, spotting the heavy outline of what had to be a monster cock swinging lazy between his legs. Perfect for the next addition to his collection.
He placed the order deliberately: three extra-large pizzas, loaded with double cheese, extra pepperoni, the works—enough to ensure Toby made the run alone. The doorbell buzzed twenty minutes later. Alex peered through the peephole, heart quickening at the sight of the kid balancing the stack of hot boxes, his thin arms flexing slightly under the weight, shorts riding up to show pale thighs dusted with light hair.
'Pizza delivery!' Toby called out, voice muffled and cheerful. Alex swung the door open, feigning a grin. 'Right on time, man. Come on in, it's a big order.' Toby stepped into the dimly lit hallway, boxes steaming, oblivious. As he turned to set them on the side table, Alex moved like lightning—taser in hand, pressed firm against the kid's side. The crackle of electricity ripped through the air, and Toby's body arched in a violent spasm, his skinny frame bowing backward, freckled shoulders tensing, a sharp yelp escaping his lips. The pizza boxes tumbled, cheese and sauce splattering across the floor in greasy chaos.
Toby crumpled, twitching, his curls flopping over wide, panicked eyes. Alex was on him in seconds, zip-tying wrists behind his back, dragging the limp weight toward the basement door. 'Easy there, Slice,' Alex murmured, patting the kid's cheek. 'You're delivering something way hotter tonight.' Down the stairs they went, Toby's heavy cock shifting noticeably in his shorts even in unconsciousness, a thick ridge promising the feast to come.
Twenty minutes later, Toby blinked awake in the milking frame—a custom rig of steel bars and padded restraints, his arms stretched wide overhead, thin wrists locked in cuffs that pulled his pale, freckled shoulders taut. His legs were spread shoulder-width, ankles secured to the base, forcing his skinny-fat body into a vulnerable arch. Shirt ripped off, shorts and boxers yanked down to his knees, exposing everything: the soft pouch of his belly, faint abs tightening with each panicked breath, pale skin flushing pink from the shock. And there, between his trembling thighs, hung his prize—heavy, lazy cock meat, thick as a wrist even soft, dangling over low-hanging balls the size of plums, nestled in a sparse bush of light brown pubes.
'What... what the fuck?' Toby whimpered, voice cracking, curls sticking to his sweaty forehead. He tugged at the restraints, his skinny arms straining uselessly, freckles standing out on his heaving chest. Alex circled him slowly, eyes locked on that massive slab of dickflesh, already twitching faintly from the adrenaline. 'You delivered to the wrong house, kid. But don't worry—I'm gonna make sure you earn a big tip.'
Toby's eyes darted around the dungeon: the massive screens flickering to life on the walls, the array of toys on a nearby table—vibrators, rings, probes gleaming under the harsh lights. 'Please, man, I just... I gotta go. This is crazy!' But Alex ignored the pleas, grabbing a syringe from the tray. A quick jab into Toby's thigh—Viagra mixed with testosterone boosters and a potent aphrodisiac, the kind that turned nerves to fire. Toby gasped as the warmth spread, his body betraying him instantly: nipples hardening on his flat chest, skin prickling with goosebumps, and worst of all, that enormous cock stirring, thickening, the veiny length starting to lift from its heavy drape.
Alex lubed his hands, stepping close. He didn't dive right in—just brushed his fingers along Toby's inner thighs, tracing the pale skin up to the knees. Toby jolted, a whine escaping: 'No, don't—' But already, the hypersensitivity kicked in. Pre-cum beaded at the slit of his swelling head, a fat drop glistening on the plump, mushroom-shaped crown as it began to rise. The cock grew before their eyes, stretching to its full 25 cm, veins bulging like ropes along the shaft, the head flaring wide and slick, already weeping clear fluid in a steady drip. 'Holy shit, look at you leak,' Alex chuckled, wiping a thumb across the tip to smear the pre-cum down the length. Toby bucked, freckled cheeks burning red, his innocent face twisting in confusion and unwanted heat.
The screens roared to life, tailored filth for a delivery boy fantasy: videos of pizza guys getting jumped in back alleys, uniforms torn off, cocks milked dry by groups of hungry men. One clip showed a freckled twink like Toby bent over a counter, a massive dick pounding his ass while he jerked his own leaking monster, pre-cum puddling on the floor. Another: a gang of delivery boys in a warehouse, swapping blowjobs between pizza runs, faces glazed with cum and sauce. Toby squeezed his eyes shut, but Alex gripped his chin, forcing the view. 'Watch it drip out of you while you watch them drip.'
Alex started gentle, building the torment. His oiled hand wrapped around the base of Toby's throbbing cock—barely able to circle the girth— and stroked upward in a slow, twisting pull. The kid's body lit up like a fuse: hips jerking forward involuntarily, a guttural moan ripping from his throat as pre-cum surged, coating Alex's fingers in slick strands that stretched like webs. 'F-fuck... stop, it feels... too much,' Toby gasped, his skinny-fat frame quivering, faint abs clenching as the veins in his massive shaft pulsed visibly.
But Alex didn't stop. He pumped steadily, thumb pressing into the sensitive underside, milking out more of that endless pre-cum—drip after drip turning to a steady flow, running down the length to soak his balls and puddle on the floor beneath the frame. Toby's curls matted with sweat, pale skin glistening, freckles stark against the flush creeping over his chest. The screens amplified it: close-ups of cocks erupting pre-cum fountains during handjobs, delivery boys on their knees lapping it up like sauce. Toby's eyes cracked open, transfixed despite himself, his inexperience making every sensation hit like a truck—raw, overwhelming, uncontrollable.
An hour in, and Toby was a mess. Alex added the cock ring, snapping it tight at the root to trap the blood, making the 25 cm beast swell even thicker, head ballooning purple and shiny with pre-cum that now leaked in rhythmic pulses, syncing with his heartbeat. 'You're a fucking pre-cum machine, Slice,' Alex growled, sliding a vibrating sleeve over the shaft—soft silicone ridges buzzing against every vein. Toby screamed, body arching, the frame rattling as his balls drew up tight, but Alex eased off just as the edge hit, denying the release. Pre-cum squirted in a arc from the denial, splattering Toby's thigh.
To push further, Alex lubed a thick prostate massager—curved and beaded—and worked it into Toby's virgin-tight ass. The kid bucked wildly, whimpering, 'No, not there—ahh!' as it popped past the ring, pressing firm against his gland. The vibration hummed deep, forcing more pre-cum to ooze out in thick ropes, Alex's hand resuming the stroke: up to squeeze the head, down to tug the balls, always hovering at the brink. Toby's reactions were pure chaos—innocent pleas turning to animal grunts, his pale body slick with sweat and his own fluids, faint abs rippling as he fought the building pressure.
Two hours blurred into a haze of denial. Screens shifted to custom edits: Toby's face deepfaked onto porn stars getting edged for hours, his massive cock edited into scenes of endless teasing, pre-cum pooling like rivers. The kid stared, broken whimpers escaping: 'Make it stop... or... don't stop...' His hypersensitivity turned every touch electric—the lightest brush on his knees sent fresh leaks spurting, his heavy balls churning visibly, ready to burst but held back. Alex licked a trail of pre-cum from the tip, savoring the salty flood. 'Taste yourself, boy. You're flooding my dungeon.'
By the third hour, Toby was gone—his innocent shell shattered, replaced by a lust-drunk animal. Curls plastered to his forehead, freckled shoulders heaving, skinny-fat body trembling in the frame, his 25 cm cock a raging, pre-cum-slicked pillar, veins throbbing, head drooling endlessly. 'Please... milk me... I need it,' he begged, voice hoarse, eyes glued to the screens where a deepfake him was gangbanged by delivery crews, cum and pre mixing in filthy excess.
Alex grinned, removing the ring with a pop. 'Beg for it like the slut you are.' Toby did, hips thrusting desperately into empty air, pre-cum flying. Alex ramped it up: hand flying in a blur along the shaft, prostate toy buzzing at max, sleeve vibrating the head. Toby's body seized, faint abs locking hard, pale skin erupting in goosebumps. The orgasm hit like a dam breaking—his massive cock bucked, the first rope of cum blasting out thick and white, arcing high to splatter his own chest, coating freckles in pearly streaks.
Alex aimed the next blasts into a waiting jar, hand squeezing the base to wring out every pulse: jet after jet, heavy loads from those swollen balls, mixing with the hours of pre-cum to fill the container halfway. Toby howled, body convulsing, ass clenching around the toy as it milked his prostate dry. Spurts kept coming—eight, nine—until his cock softened slightly, still leaking, balls finally deflating. He sagged in the restraints, spent and glassy-eyed, a satisfied drool at the corner of his mouth. Alex bottled the big load—'Toby: Cream Of Monster Cock'
Alex unstrapped him gently, wiping the mess from his pale skin, pressing a kiss to those messy curls. 'Good delivery, Slice. You're staying for round two.' Toby just nodded weakly, his huge cock twitching back to life already, the pre-cum machine primed for more. The screens looped on, the collection grew, and Alex's hunger burned brighter.
To be continued in the next victim's story...
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