Chapter 5
Lassiter slammed one final time into Jack's ass, his cock throbbing and swelling, and the blast of semen slammed out of the cannon-barrel, painting the compacted shit-mass white. The teen felt the stuff erupt in his guts, felt himself awash with the man's copious spendings, gasping as the cock stabbed, stopped pumping.
"Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhh!"
Jack's eyes closed as Lassiter collapsed against him, his heavy weight pushing the teen flat against the floor. The tied teen's wrists and shoulders hurt anew, trapped beneath the slavemaster's chest, but the cock in his ass worked to the beating of Lassiter's heart.
"Oh, Christ!" The man swallowed, working his tongue across his lips. "Christ!"
"My asshole!" Jack sobbed.
"Yeah, baby!" Lassiter grinned. "Beautiful asshole! Jesus, maybe I won't sell you after all!"
Suddenly he moved his weight against the teen, pushing Jack onto his side, gathering him into his arms as he brought his knees up against the back of the teen's legs. The great cock continued to throb, but it was softening, retreating from the terrible penetration, the pain turning completely to pleasure as the teen worked his sphincter, trying to milk the shaft of more cum.
"Christ!" said Lassiter again, and kissing the teen's neck. "You're worth more than I first thought. If you can both fuck and suck like that, I can ask the moon!"
"Master?" Jerry asked the question, staring over the top of his twin's head as Lassiter opened his eyes.
"What is it?"
"What... what's gonna happen to us, this summer?"
"A fair question. It's none of your business. Your only concern is doing what you're told. Everything you're told. But I'm feeling good, so I'll tell you."
Lassiter rubbed Jack's belly, pinching the teen's tits as Jerry blinked, waiting for him to continue. He sighed, hollowing his stomach and working his cock within the tight clutch of the young rectum.
"Good! Oh, yes! I have an island resort for rich men, Jerry. Very rich men. They pay three thousand dollars a day. Naturally they expect to receive something for their money, and so I give them the use of my slaves. You will obey their every order."
"What..." Jerry's lips were dry. "What will they do to us?"
"Whatever enters their minds. Sucking and fucking, of course, in great abundance. Some slaves have been known to spend the entire summer with a cock in their ass and another in their mouth. You'll learn to drink piss and clean assholes with your tongues, though I don't permit the guests to shit in my slaves' mouths -- there's too much danger of disease. Of course, what they do to their personal slaves is their own affair."
"You sell us after the summer is over?"
"Of course. I have no use for you during the winter. There are twenty staff members on the island. You will obey them just as you do the masters. Everyone goes naked on the island, of course. They must leave every article of clothing before they board the plane that takes them north."
"Master?" Jack sighed with pleasure as the cock softened within his ass. "Where is the island?"
Lassiter laughed. "Far north. In Canada. You'll find no guards -- we don't need them. You can swim to shore, but there's a hundred miles of heavy forest before you find another human being. Fifty miles more before you come to the first excuse for a town. I've had the island almost ten years -- this is my tenth summer -- and I've never yet had a slave escape."
He sighed, rubbing the teen again, and cupping Jack's cock and balls. The teen's prick was still erect. He gasped at the pressure.
"Nice cocks. I do believe you are the most beautiful slaves I've ever owned. I do hope you're not bought by one of the mutilators."
"Uh..." Jerry swallowed again. "Mutilators?"
"Some of my customers buy slaves just to torture them." He sighed. "What a waste. But each to his pleasures. I certainly hope you won't have to lose your testicles or your cocks."
The twins shuddered together, the same thoughts running in both young minds. What kind of madmen came to this island?
"Master?" asked lack, softly. "Why don't you keep us, Master? For yourself."
"The thought crossed my mind," he admitted.
"But business before pleasure. I'm in the slave business. A dealer should not be a collector, else he'd never sell his most precious treasures."
Lassiter sighed again, closing his eyes and gathering the twin closer. Jack winced at the pressure against his bound arms.
"Master? Can't you untie us now?"
"Not until you're on the island. Now hush and go to sleep, both of you."
Even as he said it the light in the compartment dimmed controlled by the chauffeur, who had been listening to the conversation. Jack felt the man's breath move across the top of his head, the twin swallowing against the pain in his body. Even the throbbing cock shape in his ass was no longer as comforting. He tried to peer though the darkness at his brother, but dared not speak.
Jerry heard Lassiter's whistling breath as the man dozed off, the twin fighting the rope binding his wrists. But his father had tied the rope too well; there was no sign of easing tension. At last he stopped struggling, sighing, praying instead. God! What was going to happen to them?
The limousine purred through the darkness, the cars motion over the road unfelt by the sleeping passengers in the special compartment. The twins were still dozing when there was a sudden change, the movement slowing. The three naked bodies rocked forward slightly when the car braked to a stop, and a moment later the door opened, a single interior light flooding on again.
"We're at the dock, Mr. Lassiter."
"Urnmm?" Lassiter opened his eyes, sighed, and pulled his cock from Jack's ass. It made a loud noise as it came out and fell wetly against his thigh. The man sat up, shaking the sleep from his eyes, and pulled his ass across the floor, his feet hitting the ground.
"All right, slaves -- outside!"
Koch barked the order, Jerry and Jack moving quickly to obey. The twins staggered as they hit the ground and stood erect, blinking against the night. They were on the shore of a wide river or a small lake, a float plane bobbing at the end of a wooden dock. And now a naked man came out of the plane, jumped to the dock, his skin white in the moonlight.
"That's a prize pair, Mr. Lassiter!" he said, coming up. The slavemaster smiled.
"Thank you, Todd. The one sucked me hard and the other made me come in his ass."
"Marvelous! Could I have a go at one before we take off?"
"Certainly! Fuck Jerry. I fucked Jack."
He put his hand on Jerry's shoulder and shoved the teen forward. Jerry nearly lost his balance as his shoulder hit the man's chest, to be caught and turned around. The man examined him critically and saw the marks of the beating.
"Should I warm him up first, sir?"
"If you'd like." Lassiter suggested.
Grinning, Todd dropped to one knee and yanked Jerry across it on his belly. The man was about thirty, raw-boned and rangy, his long knobby cock slick already even though it was just beginning to lift against Jerry's belly.
"Nothing like a good ass-warming to get a slave ready for fucking, I always say."
Todd jerked Jerry around, positioning him more to his liking, raising enough to tuck the teen's feet beneath the knee that supported him. He settled down again, his hard muscle cutting across the teen's calf. His other knee was raised beneath Jerry's stomach, the foot flat on the wood planking of the dock. He wet his lips, tossed his hair out of his face, and raised his free hand into the air.
"Owwwwwwww!"
Jerry yelped in surprise as the hand cracked down on the cheek of his ass. It hurt, stinging against bruised tissues. Again the hand came up and Todd cracked the other asscheek.
"OW! DON'T! PLEASE!"
Jerry squirmed against the spanking, Todd laughing with glee as he continued to rain blow after blow down against the tender ass. Tears were flowing freely from the teen's eyes as he begged for an end to the punishment.
"PLEASE! STOP! STOP!"
"Scream, slave! Scream! I love it -- love it!"
Even in the pale moonlight the teen's ass changed color beneath the spankings reddening and bruising. After twenty or so Jerry could no longer cry out, but could only gasp for breath, the spanking showing no sign of coming to an end.
"GODDAMN!" cried Todd. "YELL, YOU BASTARD!"
The strength of his blows seemed to increase even more as he slammed another ten strokes down against the bouncing, twisting teen. Then he stood, dropping the teen from his knee, Jerry's shoulder and the side of his head slamming against the dock. Before the teen could gasp in air and cry out again, Todd grabbed his ankles, yanking the teen up against his groin. He clutched at his hips, slamming him against his long, slender cock.
"OHHHHHHHH! GOD! DON'T!"
"Yell!" gasped Todd again. "Yell! Make music! Make me hear you, shithead!"
Jerry was doubled over, folded at the belly, the cock slamming up through his rectum to rub against his spine. The man pumped against him, his legs spread and bent just enough to provide a platform as he dragged the teen back against his cock.
"Oh, sit on my cock, slave! Sit on it! Shit!"
"Please! Ple-ah-a-as-az!" Jerry's voice broke as he was jiggled up and down. "Let me do-own!"
"Fuck you, slave! Yeah, I'm fucking you! Take it!"
Watching the scene, Lassiter began to laugh, doubling over and clutching at his stomach.
"Oh, God! Koch! Look at them! Jesus, have you ever seen anything so funny?"
"No, sir." Koch grinned dutifully, and even laughed. But his eyes were on Jack. "Sir?"
Lassiter wiped his eyes. "What is it, Koch?"
"Sir... may I take the other?"
"You?" Lassiter smiled again. "You're wearing clothes, Koch. You know the rules -- sex partners must be completely naked. But you said you were embarrassed to undress in front of other men."
"I'll do it, sir. This time. Please?"
Lassiter shrugged. "Go ahead. I've been wondering what you were hiding in those loose trousers."
The chauffeur let out his breath and began to strip out of his clothes, carefully laying them on the hood of the car. In less than a minute he was naked, a short, stubby man with a thick midriff, and a short but exceedingly thick cock that sprouted from one of the thickest pubic patches Lassiter had ever seen.
"Good God, Koch! Why have you been hiding that? You're beautiful!"
"It's not very long, sir," he said apologetically.
"No, but Christ, it must be three inches thick!"
"Three-and-a-half inches."
Koch turned to Jack, caught the teen and forced him down onto his knees. Jack stared in horror at the great block-shaped cock before his face, and his head was slammed down into Koch's groin, the man gasping.
"Oh, God! Suck! Suck me, slave!"
Lassiter laughed again, glancing at Todd, who was still bouncing Jerry up and down in the air against his cock. Then he looked back at Jack.
"Yes, slave -- suck that cock!"
The great battering ram of a cock slammed against Jack's nose, bruising the teen as Koch tried to work into the teen's mouth. He released Jack's arms, dug his thumbs into his jaws, forcing them open, prying them wide enough to work his cock-shape across the barrier of the teeth.
"GAWWWWWWGGGH! AWWWWWWWWGH!"
Jack spluttered against the invader, trying to fight it off but Koch wouldn't be refused. The man planted his feet flat on the dock, tongue protruding from the corner of his mouth as he forced his cock into the teen's mouth. The tension was hurting the tendons of the jaw as it was forced farther apart.
"Suck, damn you! Damn you! SUCK!"
Jerry was barely conscious of his twin's ordeal as Todd suddenly fell to his knees, the teen's forehead hitting the dock when he went down. Todd repositioned himself against the teen's back, screwing his cock all of the way into him, done with the games as he started to fuck seriously. He rode deep, his knobby cock making the sphincter muscle work up and down before the long cock shaft was all the way inside.
"Oh, SHIT!" cried the man. "SHIT! FUCK!"
"Fuck him!" cried Lassiter. "Fuck him, Todd!"
"Yes! YES! YESSSSSSSS!"
"Make him suck you, Koch!" ordered the slavemaster, switching his attention to the other team of fuckers. "Make him take it all! Break his jaw!"
"Yessir! YESSIR! OH, SUCK ME! SUCK ME!"
The great swelling cockhead was all of the way inside Jack's teeth now, the separation between glans and shaft almost invisible. Koch stabbed against the teen, his shoulders knotting as he forced the teen to come farther onto his cock shaft. Jack swallowed, fighting, but unable to hit out with his hands tied.
"OHHG! GLG! GLUG!"
"SUCK, DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU!"
Again laughing, Lassiter masturbated himself, his great cock limp in his fingers. He backed up, leaning against the hood of the car, where he could watch them both at the same moment.
"Fuck!" he cried, encouraging Todd. Then: "Suck! Suck him, slave! Fuck them and suck them!"
Todd thrust his cock completely into Jerry's ass, hesitating and rising above the teen's back, his balls dangling and swinging against his captives. Jerry gasped with the stabbing pain, Todd holding his bound wrists, the man's thumbs digging into the soft flesh between the two bones. Jerry felt pain in his knees as well, a splinter stabbing against one but it was nothing against the hurt of the cock ripping through his guts.
"Oh... ohhhhhh! Please! You're hurting me!"
"Hurt... shit! SHIT! I'LL HURT YOU! DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU!"
The cock muscle ripped through the teen's strained sphincter. The man fucked deep into the teen in one swift stroke, then pulled out more slowly, prolonging the agony of the withdrawal from his young victim as Jerry sobbed and twisted beneath him.
"Ow! OWWWWW! HURT... HURTING ME!"
"YEAH! YEAHHHHHHH! FUCK!"
A dozen feet away, Koch dug his nails into the tender flesh that barely covered the back of Jack's skull, forcing the teen down ever farther against the shape of his cock. Jack's forehead was against the man's pelvis, his nose bruised from the pressure of the groin, breathing in the tickling cock hairs. Koch gasped again and again, slamming forward, slamming hard.
"Oh! Oh, God!"
He shouted in surprise as he felt his balls swing against the bottom of the teen's chin. He was in!
"Oh, SUCK! Sir! He's... SUCKING ME!"
"God, slave! Good slave! Fuck his mouth, Koch! Fuck your slave, Todd! Both of you, fuck the bastards! Make them yell!"
The men were doing the best to obey Lassiter's shouted commands. Suddenly Todd slammed deep within Jerry and held himself there a moment. Then his hands slid down from the teen's thighs and grabbed his knees, pulling him up as he came erect on his own knees. Jerry's chest dragged painfully against the planking of the dock, the teen's face ripping almost raw.
"Owwww! DON'T! DON'T!"
"Fuck! FUCK! FUCK!"
Todd slammed into Jerry again, then fell heavily against the teen's back, trapping the tied hands beneath his belly. His cock twitched and trembled as he let his weight push the teen down against the dock, and then he began to stroke again, more gently, the moment of explosion safely receded.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" He moaned against the teen. "Fuck!"
"Sir!" screamed Koch. "Sir! Sir!"
"Well, what is it?" demanded Lassiter. "I'm... I'm coming, sir! Coming!"
"Is that all? For Christ's sake, fuck the slave!"
The tremendous cock battered Jack's tongue back against his throat. It was almost as thick as it was long, and perfectly rounded, the barely curved cockhead a battering ram that loosened the teen's teeth as it slammed repeatedly into his mouth.
"OH! OH, YES! YES SIR! SIR! COMING!"
Koch erupted as though he had been saving his cum for months, for all of his life. The stuff gushed out, thick and heavy, oozing around the shape of Jack's tongue, filling his mouth and running out of his lips to slowly drip, hot and wet, onto his belly. He felt two big drops land as he sucked it into his throat, forced to swallow before it choked him to death.
"OHHHHHHHH, GOD! SIR!"
Koch staggered, pushing the teen backward, nearly rocking Jack over. Todd heard the man yell as he erupted and resumed the fury of his own stroking, three stabs deep enough to send his own thinner measure of cream slamming deep into his helpless youth.
"COMIN'! COMIN'! COMIN'!"