The whoring out of a boy

Now, the boy was in the most vulnerable position he had ever been in from the moment he entered this world, trapped a meter away from the ground. A dark blind fold over his narrow face, it covered his eyes, closed shut. His mouth was let free, his cherry lips slightly open as his neck was almost choked by -not a collar- but an iron one that was connected to a larger machine, going in a pole straight to the ground. His round bum was led back but upwards, making it stick out but coercing him into arching his back. On his back were tied his arms and his wrist with a large elastic string pulled from a hole in the collar. The same elastics tied up together his thighs and his ankles, the heel of his feet probing the bottom of his vulnerable butt. Under his ankles were poles resembling the one under his neck. His bare chest pumped air in and out slowly, as if he was asleep ; his belly followed the motion. His dick - looking bigger than usual - hung with no purpose between his thighs, swinging back and forth as if someone had pinched it.

Gabriel was in the room, looking at the naked boy. He leaned in. He could see only a small ring. It looked like a tiny hole in between his open ass cheeks. He and his team had shaved the lad from head to toe, except his face. The teenish young adult looked so damn pretty he couldn’t resist. When he went on to touch it, his ring of flesh tightened around his major. 

The boy inquired, worried, through a weak sound.

Just to amuse himself, he made a hook in his butthole, making the lad jerk back. Suddenly tired of his member swinging endlessly, he grabbed it; the boy made a little scream, but moaned when his master made a motion upward, his fist around his hard penis, making him shoot a very big load of cum in a plastic bucket. The man did it again, rubbing it up and down as the lad jerked back and forward, his bum swaying in all direction and his butthole squeezing tight. Lots and lots of cum went oozing out his penis every time.

The lad’s lips were blood-red, he was covered in sweat and his harder penis couldn’t stop giving up cum. He trashed around, trying to slip out of those tights strings, but nothing would do it. Instead, the bottom of his belly was burning up with excitation, so much he whimpered louder and louder, every time the man used his savage body. 

When his dick hurt so much he couldn’t endure it he winced, his bum was slapped, his cheeks bouncing. He could feel his butthole squeezing shut as he felt his poor belly caressed and fondled by a large hand.

The lad’s bum still swayed around, his dick swinging as well and hitting his belly. 

He felt a hand under his jaw, squeezing his cheeks together.

"The day hasn’t ended yet, pup. You’re going to feel good, very good, for the next hours."

A hand passed through his open ass and rubbed his asshole. 

"You’re going to feel something here, and here..."

Another hand went into his mouth, the major pressing against the back of his throat. 

"But it will stop if you want to, even though I doubt you’ll want to. You just have to say "code pink."

Before he could say anything, he heard his master leave through a door, the lock ringing. 

Suddenly, he heard a mechanic sound, as if something was set in place, like a machine. It was all around him, and he didn’t know where it was exactly. In fear, he let out a whimper, and tried to break free again, but it held him vulnerable and open to anything still. 

He felt something against his butthole. Immediately, he was alarmed, because it wasn’t something like a finger, but more like a very large metallic pole pushing against his ass. He felt a big jet of water against his butt, although it wasn’t cold, but warm. With all the strength he had, he squeezed his butthole shut, but to his alarm, it broke in. He let out a scream of fear. It went in, and it didn’t stop, slowly, it went all the way in in his ass, it filled it up. The liquid didn’t stop oozing out the pole

Suddenly, it pulled back out, but before he could enjoy having his little ass empty, it was back in, and it went farther; he screamed, his voice cracking. It pounded violently and with no break his ass; it hurt so bad. His hole was already leaking with the substance.

Yes, the words ! He just had to say them, and it would stop !

"Code..."

But then, as if it was just waiting for him to say that, his mouth was filled with another very large pole, going all the way back to his throat. A big jet of this slimy substance went oozing out the pole to fill his throat. He wanted to say it when it would go back out, but it didn’t. It stayed in, pounding his cherry mouth. The boy was broke in endlessly, his wet hopeless body was shaking back and forth, and not a word, not a thought had its place in this world. Only his filled up butt and his mouth occupied his mind. 

He tried to squeeze out the enormous thing but it kept pounding his wet ass. He wriggled his feet, trying to push the thing away, but he couldn’t even move his feet a centimeters. Out of desperation, Zach tried to push out the other big thing out of his mouth, but he was scared it would break his teeth if he tried. 

Now, the pole in his bum was going to his stomach, his butt violently pushing back and forth. Each time, the slimy substance gushing out his anus. How much time was it that he was played with like that, his ass and mouth busted, filled to the brim? An hour, days ? He couldn’t tell. But a tingling sensation appeared in his butt; the pole was rubbing his prostate, harder and harder. Very very fast, this sensation turned into mindless pleasure, pleasure bursting out of his gleaming bum. He whimpered in extase, he screamed in pleasure, like a puppet. When the pole, for a billionth time, touched his prostate, a flood of cum came out of his dick down in the bucket. The man, behind the tainted glass, along with his colleagues, always liked this part. There were always a lot of cum that came out of the boys. He didn’t know if the same process was respected in the girls’ part, but it was always so fun and exciting to see a young man getting destroyed and broken like that, like a toy. Soon, the bucket was filled up, and another, automatically, took its place. The boy was shaking, all his body was shaking, most of all his round and squishy butt, from which endless of the slimy substance flew out.

When no more cum was coming out his dick, they turned off the machines; they went back in the ground. Seemingly, the boy was punched dumb; his cherry lips made a smile that only forced and abundant pleasure could provide, his tongue hanging out. His dick was straight and bigger than before; not as big as the beta males - a human species brought up in this place - but big enough it could be enjoyed. His hole, though, was unrecognizable; it was gaping, unable to squeeze quite close for a moment. All the scientists could see deep in it. The slimy water was still dripping out of his hole. His butt cheeks looked plump and all mellow when they grabbed and squished them in their hand, and his sack was round and smooth when they all took it and squeezed it tight. After that, they grabbed his penis and squeezed the rest of the cum out; Gabriel thought he heard the boy squirm.

Then, they forcefully gave the boy a pill; the same they had given him before the formation. It was time to go all over again. The training was on.