Chapter 7
The golden teen shoved Jerry away from his cock, sighing. The guy bounced on his ass, felt new pain through his injured body, gasped and rubbed his buttocks.
"Not bad, slave. We'll make a cocksucker out of you."
He cast an eye over the other new slaves. "Now hear this, slaves: the first guests will be here next week. Between now and then you'll learn to take cock any goddamn way they can think of to give it to you. If you think you got questions, forget them -- you're here to obey, not ask."
The big-cocked attractive youths prodded the new slaves to their feet, pushing the teens into a rough line. Todd laughed as they were marched away, stumbling against, each other, when a hand cracked the side of a face. They didn't see what happened to the pilot, nor were they to see him again until they were sold to their new masters.
A long rolling hill led to the main house, where the slaves discovered another dozen teens like themselves. Several of the teens were in obvious pain, wincing as they sat on asses wounded and marked with beatings. They studied the newcomers with quiet curiosity, none of them daring to speak while the staff members were within earshot.
"Breakfast! Line up!"
The earlier guys were scrubbed pink and shining from a morning shower, their hair wet and slicked down. The new guys were conscious of the stink of Todd's piss on their bodies as they were shuffled into place in the line. They were led into a barracks-like dining room, seated at two long tables laden with generous helpings of breakfast. While they ate the guys could almost forget the pains.
"Hurry up!" barked a staff member, patrolling the tables. "Come on -- you got a lot of cocks to suck today!"
Kelvin looked up as the guy came close, and he received a slap on the ear.
"What the fuck you looking at? Pay attention to what you're doing!"
"Yessir." The guy sniffed and was slapped again.
"'Master'! You forget and I'll crush your balls with a red hot pliers!"
"Yes, Master!"
Soon the meal was finished. The teens lined up again and marched outside to a grassy hillside behind the house. At the bottom of the hill were several ranks of jungle gyms and other acrobatic equipment. And then the new slaves saw the straps and ropes hanging from bars.
"For the benefit of the new slaves I'll spell out a couple of things. First, forget you once had names -- here, you're slaves! You've already been told what's going to happen this summer. You can't escape, but just in case you're thinking of trying, remember this: runaways get tied to the rack and pulled apart! Slowly!"
The teens gulped at the graphic description as the teen indicated the torture instrument. Jerry could imagine the pain, in his joints, and he shuddered.
"You can cry if you want," said the teen. "In fact, some of the guests like the teens to make noise. So when somebody asks you how it feels, tell him at the top of your voice how much it hurts! Remember, no matter what a guest wants, you do it!"
"M-master?" Jack licked his lips as the teen spun on him. "Mr. Lassiter said he won't let the guests... shit in our..."
The teen ran down as the instructor approached him and yanked him out of the line. He held Jack's fingers in his fist, forcing them back painfully, until the teen gasped.
"Please! You're hurting me!"
"You're hurting me, Master!"
"Master!"
"You don't listen, slave! You don't hear good!"
"Owwwwwwww!"
"I said... you don't ask questions! You just do it!"
He twisted the teen's arm back behind his shoulder, holding Jack to make the punishment hurt even more. The teen gasped for breath against the pain, tears running freely from his eyes. He was being forced to his knees, but the teen wouldn't let him go.
"Ohhhhhhh! Master! Master!"
Suddenly he was released. He fell flat on his face, and the teen stepped on him, putting both feet in the small of Jack's back. He rocked back and forth on the teen a moment, staring at the others and then at his fellows.
"What'll we do with this one?"
"String him up!" cried one. "Hang him and fuck him!"
The teen jumped, once, crushing the breath from Jack's lungs. He caught him by the hair, dragging him to the nearest array of steel pipes. Another of the instructors was there to take one hand, the two of them together lifting the teen and wrapping leather straps about his wrists, which were forced well apart. Then they released him, his toes brushing the top of the close-cropped grass.
"Ohhhhhh!" The teen groaned at the pain in his shoulders, trying to look over his arm as the instructors gathered behind him. He could hear them whispering, several of them giggling.
"Yeah, Charlie -- do it!"
"Turn around!"
A hand slapped the teen's face as a new instructor stepped out of the ranks. The youth was invisible to the bound slave, but Jerry saw him clearly, and he smothered a gasp. The teen's cock was even bigger than Lassiter's, as thick as his wrist as it dangled almost to his knees. The foreskin was cut away, permitting the great cockhead to spring out nearly half an inch on all sides of the shaft.
"Yeah!" said the blond. "Rip him open, Charlie!"
"No!" cried Jerry. "You'll kill him!"
He sucked in breath as several of the instructors turned around, realizing what he had done. The teens nearest him in line edged away as two of the instructors came at a run.
"Who the fuck said that?" demanded one. "You?"
Louis shook his head, sullenly. "No... Master."
"Who, then?"
"I did it, Master," said Jerry. He was frightened almost out of his wits, but he couldn't let one of the others be punished for something he had done.
"The goddamn twin!" said the instructor. "Come here! Maybe you don't understand, English?"
The instructor grabbed Jerry's hair, yanking the teen out of line and knocking him from his feet. He fell, his hands out to cushion the blow, and was being dragged across the grass, a limp bundle. He tried to twist away, to turn around to keep his balls from being pinched between ground and, belly, but the other instructor kicked him in the side, knocking out his breath.
"What'll we do with him, Charlie? He don't want you to fuck his brother!"
The instructors laughed as Jerry moaned, huddling against the ground. The huge cocked youth turned around, staring at the teen as though he were something disgusting.
"Thirsty?"
Jerry shook his head. "No."
A foot slammed the back of his head. "Get your fuckin' ass off the ground, you no good sonofabitch!"
Sobbing, Jerry stumbled to his feet. He hadn't seen which one kicked him, but all were pushing close, threatening. The only escape was closer to Jack's dangling legs, and he moved there until he felt his brother's ass against his face. His hand wrapped around Jack's leg, holding it while he sobbed in breath.
"I'm going to tell you this once, slave," said the golden youth, who seemed to be leader of the others. "When a Master or a guests asks if you're thirsty, or want something, a beating, your teeth knocked out, whatever, you say yes! Yes, Master!"
The teen nodded, his heart pounding. "Yes, Master!"
"Now Charlie's going to ask you again, and I want to hear the right answer, or you won't have to worry about pleasing the guests this summer! You'll be fucking DEAD!"
He roared the last, Jerry shrinking away. And now Charlie moved before the teen again, repeating his earlier question.
"Yes, Master! I'm thirsty!"
"On your knees!"
He fell quickly, Charlie grabbing his hair, Jerry opening his mouth instinctively, knowing what was coming. The huge cock trembled in Charlie's fingers, an earthquake shaking his belly and making his balls jump. Jerry thought he was ready, but the blast of piss was stronger than he expected, nearly rocking him away.
"Have a drink!" said Charlie, laughing.
The youth strained, pouring his golden stream against the teen's face, quickly filling Jerry's mouth. The teen gulped, swallowing as much as he could, not even tasting the stuff as it ran down into his belly. The rest splashed against him, soaking him, quickly chilling in the morning air.
"Ahhhhhhh, shit! Nothing like a case of beer at night to make a guy piss up a storm in the morning," said Charlie, playing his huge cock like a hose against the helpless teen. "Yeahhhhhh!"
The broad flat stream slowed and became a trickle, the last drops shaken against the teen's face. Jerry felt as though he were soaked, the stuff all over him, running down the small of his back and around his own cock, which stood embarrassingly erect.
His cock was noticed by the instructor. Charlie laughed. "Jesus, the kid's a natural! He got a hard-on just from being pissed on!"
The teen's ears burned, still kneeling in the puddle of piss. He swallowed as Charlie released his hair, tilted his chin upward, grinning.
"Let's see how good you can suck, slave!"
Jerry's eyes closed, remembering how he had taken the man in the limousine. This cock must be even bigger, but if he could accept that one, he could take anything, he hoped. His jaw cracked audibly as he forced it open, reaching up to hold the limp cock in his fingertips, guiding it toward his waiting lips, his eager lips. The thought burned as it crossed his mind, but he knew it was true -- he did want to suck this huge cock!
Oh, God! Was he losing his mind? How could he be enjoying this terrible ordeal?
"Oh, yeahhhhhhhh!" Charlie sucked in air as Jerry sucked in the head of his cock, taking it between his teeth. The teen licked across the surface, carrying away the remnants of the piss. Suddenly Charlie made his stomach jump, and another short spurt of the stuff splattered out, Jerry forming a trough with his tongue to drink it down, afraid of wasting a drop.
"Jesus!" Charlie stared, astonished. "He loves it!"
The piss was gone, no longer disgusting. It rested hot in his belly, which seemed comfortably full. Jerry swallowed again, studying the great cockhead, sucking it between his teeth. He released the shaft with his fingers, the middle sagging low, but the cockhead was locked between his teeth, preventing its escape.
"Oh, JESUS! SUCK ME!"
Now Jerry reached out to hold the instructor's legs, moving against him, his throat working and working as though the cockhead were already there to be swallowed down. It moved back, against the dangling uvula, which moved back out of the way as the teen gobbled more and more of the male sexual flesh into his throat.
"JESUSSSSSSS! I can't fucking stand it!"
Jerry came up on, his feet, squatting before Charlie, holding the youth's ass with his hands as he sucked the cockhead, swallowing and the head broke though the baffler, slipping into his throat.
"GAHHHHHHHH! Mother, bless me! I've fucking died and gone to Heaven!"
Charlie staggered, his feet moving farther apart as Jerry continued to suck him. The great cock was sliding down into the teen's body. Charlie was astonished, watching as the teen gobbled his meat down as though he was starving for cock. For huge cock.
"JESUSSSSSSS!"
The other instructors moved closer, crowding around the twins as Jerry sucked Charlie's cock with all of his strength. His teeth ached from being spread, but it was in! It was all in! The balls banged beneath his chin and swung against his throat, hitting his Adam's apple.
"Oh, Christ! Would you fuckin' look at that?"
Murmurs of astonishment moved through the crowd as the other teens tried to see Charlie's cock, but Jerry's lips were against the instructor's groin, holding him prisoner. The teen sighed, leaning forward, his head turning slightly to rest against his captor's belly as his fingers moved down across Charlie's thigh to touch and lift the dangling balls. They were heavy in the sac, monstrously large as he rolled them over and over.
"SHIT! SHIT! GAGGGGHHHHHHH!"
Charlie gasped for breath and fucked Jerry's mouth, his cock at last standing out. The blood rushed from the rest of his body, dangerously lowering his blood pressure as it swelled the balloon flesh of the great cock, making it grow even thicker. Jerry's breath was cut off, his tongue squashed flat against the back of his mouth. He gurgled as Charlie slammed against him again, so hard that Jerry went flying and fell off, tangling in Jack's legs.
"Jumpin' Jesus Christ! FUCK!"
Charlie gasped for breath, staring through wild eyes at his throbbing prick, and stepped forward, grabbing Jack's legs, pulling them back and spreading them like the handles of a wheelbarrow. The teen felt the massive cockshaft move between his legs, realized what was going to happen.
"NO! PLEASE, DON'T!"
Jack's cry of panic was wasted, ignored. Charlie grabbed the teens hips, pulling his ass up against his groin, the thick cock sliding up the teen's belly to reach between his tits. The erection was so fierce it was enough to support the teen's weight, but Charlie held onto his hips while Jack gasped, closing his eyes.
"OWWWWWWW! NO! GOD! DON'T!"
The cockhead battered against his rectum, too broad to do more than bounce off the muscles of the buttocks. Gasping, Charlie repositioned the teen and wiped his fist across his mouth, then stabbed his thumb into the tender young rectum. Charlie screamed again.
"OH, PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!"
"Yeah! Yeah, I please, slave! I please to ram my fuckin' cock up your ass! Fourteen inches, and you're getting every last one! Beg for it, you bastard! Let me hear you scream!"
He twisted his thumb around and then replaced it by two fingers as Jack obliged him, the scream ripping from his lips. Flat on the ground, Jerry looked up at his brother's naked body, Jack's cock pointing straight toward him, a spurt of piss bursting out in the teen's fear as Charlie reamed him with his fingers. The hot fluid splashed against Jerry, a new golden coating to be added to that of the earlier shower.
"OH OH OH OH! JERRY! HELP ME! HELP ME!"
"He can't help you, slave! Nobody can help you! Only my cock's gonna answer you! Speak to the slave, cock! Speak to him!"
Jerry saw the broad cockshaft moved between his brother's legs, Charlie drilling it into the opened rectum. The head pushed the tender flesh wider, stretching the muscles of the sphincter until the teen screamed again with the pain.
"OWWWWWWWWW! TEARIN'... ME APART!"
"I'll fuckin' split you wide open! YEAH!"
The cockhead worked through the ring of young muscle, Charlie forcing it, pushing with all of his strength, until suddenly it popped through. He staggered as the resistance suddenly ceased and his prick slid against the teen's shit, his chest falling against Jack's back. His hands moved around the teen, coursing over his body, down to his burning erection and back up to his shoulders.
"Ohhhhhh, YEAH! YEAHHHHHHH! HOT asshole! TIGHT asshole!"
Charlie crowed in triumph as he penetrated the teen's defenses, his cock moving deeper, eight inches inside the teen, but six still hanging out. The forward progress slowed, became impossible as he straightened again, holding Jack's hips. He pumped, but gained no more ground.
"Ohhhhhhh, God!"
Jack moaned and blubbered, his head falling between his trussed-up arms, his hair hanging over his face. The grass beneath him was hazy, seemed a thousand miles away, fever burning through his flesh as the great cock moved back from its penetration, ripping the sphincter muscles again as it forced them to go the other way.
"Shit! Shit!"
Charlie humped forward again as he gasped the curse against the teen, his cock slamming all the way in. To Jack it was as though a baseball bat had been shoved into him, broad end first. The aching penetration was almost lost in the fiery pain of the torn sphincter. But the cock was moving steadily now, the teen moaning in rhythm with Charlie's slow and measured strokings.
"FUCK! FUCKIN' SLAVE! HEY! HEY! I'M FUCKIN' HIM!"
The others watched, every cock there hard, including those of the slaves. The young teens stared in horror as the huge cock battered the helpless teen, wondering what it would be like to take the terrible instrument into their own bodies, a few of them jealous of Jack for being the one chosen for this rape.
"FUCK!" cried Charlie as the other instructors moved back toward the slaves, inflamed with lust and ready to start action of their own.
"FUCK! OHHHHHH, FUCK!"
More piss spurted from Jack's cock, falling against his brother, but the teen's fear was forgotten now as the great cock drilled into his body. He moaned, moaned again, on the verge of pleasure, the sensation of fucking spreading throughout his body, warming him and, washing away the earlier pain.
"Oh, fuck!" he sobbed. "Fuck... Master! Fuck me!"
"Yeah?" Charlie stared, astonished. "You love it, slave? You want it?"
"Yes!" cried the teen. "FUCK ME! MASTER, FUCK ME!"