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Ravenswood Part 2
by Emile
2009. This is a work of fantasy and the writer does not suggest or condone any particular activities, which may not be legal, or safe, or even feasible, in real life.
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Charles fit in right away. For starters, the sergeants were all young studs like himself, 18 or 19 studs with sadistic steaks, abusive but good at keeping order. They welcomed him as one of their own, relishing watching him break down Zac, four years his senior. He didn't disappoint. That first night, the whole house heard him strip Zac naked, slap him around before brutally fucking him, yelling every stage at the top of his voice. "Yo bitch, feel the head of my cock, it's swelling for you." Charles was a loud fucker, and every boy knew what was going on upstairs. He kept a running commentary, so we all got a piece of the action.
First, one Zac was naked, he made him haul Charles fat black sausage out of his pants using only his mouth, tugging on the zipper with his teeth, and then taking the bloated leaking tool in his mouth. He described how it was wet and leaky from fuckneed, and how when he frigged it 'like so' it juiced up, and that Zac shouldn't choke, that was just the dickleak, and if he choked on that, how would he deal with a spray of jizz? Maybe Zac was humilated by the facefuck, or cold from being butt naked, or just scared of Charles' tool, but he got slapped around for giving lousy head, and had to show he was sorry by giving himself five whacks on the balls. We heard Charles order him to climb onto the desk and spread his legs wide while he rooted around for something Zac could use. Eventually, he presented Zac with something that made him cry out, and try for the door. A quick scuffle and Charles manhandled him back onto the desk, and he tried to plea instead. "Please Charles, it's a chisel! The steel will bust my balls. Please I beg you." Charles appeared to relent, coaxing Zac, massaging his hair and holding him to his chest (I gathered from the muffled thanks Zac gave). "Yeah baby, you're right, I won't make you bust your balls with the steel." He paused, pushing Zac away. "So here, turn it around and hold the flat part, and you can beat your balls with the handle, okay?" From his screams, the pain must've been awful, and for the last two, after long pauses while he worked up the courage, his voice was were hoarse, and his breathing heavy and laboured. Charles comforted him afterwards, telling him how well he'd done. "But look" he said, in a false whisper, "you'd just done gone and made me hard again." Zac's breathing became sobs as we heard Charles carry him over onto the bed. "I's thinking you shu'd do one last thing, just before we get some shut eye. Is that okay? One little thing?" Calming his heaving barrel chest, Zac managed a quiet yes. "Yeah, when I'm this fat and leaking again I jus' can't sleep until I get off again." Zac hesitated, and mumbled "you want me to suck it .. again?!" "Whoa no boy, not wi'd your ragged breath like that, no sirree. I want you to fuck you'self on it. Now let me get nice and comfy, and spread my thighs out like this so you can squat right down on top of it..." "Oh, no, please Charles, I'm not gay ... um.. and it's much bigger than I've ever ... and I don't have any lube up here ... please ..." Of course, Charles just waited out Zac's resistance, his last pitiful attempt to keep a shred of his masculinity, before slowly beginning to fuck himself on the younger kid's tumescent porker, with only his sculpted athletes legs to slow the burning penetration from splitting his arse apart.
It must've been horrible for Zac to become Charles' boybitch, and get fucked loudly and relentlessly in the attic, knowing we could all hear. But the humiliation of the ivy league jock being reduced to a nigger kid's fuckdoll was just the start, and the next day was the real surprise. The guys usually all ran for the showers, eager to get the meagre hot water that came on at 7am. Not Charles. He waited a few minutes, until all the barearsed guys had kicked and fought their way into their pecking order, and the first few guys were under the showerheads. He sauntered in his huge shlong swinging, til he got to Zac near the front of the line, who'd limped down at first light and was cowering, head downcast, trying to avoid the glare of the other guys. Charles shoved in front of him, squeezing his nuts as he did. The guys behind him bickered, not too loud as they were already nervous about Charles, and cause they'd heard the fucking noises, but Charles turned around, pushing Zac out of line - "you heard 'em, can't have another person ahead. Go to the back." Cowering from his raised hand, Zac did, and everyone finished and filed down to the kitchen ahead of him for breakfast. Charles hung back, coming in last to the kitchen like a ray of sunshine, and began serving himself a hearty serve of bacon and eggs.
When Zac came down, eventually, he was dripping wet, covering his dangling package and hovering outside the door. He called out to Charles, who wouldn't come, eventually having to shout through the door for the room key. Charles refused. He begged for a towel at least, and Charles sprang up, with a greasy butter knife. "Here" he said through the door - "you can scrape off the water like the Greeks did". I wondered where he'd got that, but Zac understood well enough and began scraping down his flesh in the hall,everyone staring through the doors. His naked skin was mesmerising, the blond hairs glistening, his fat balls and cock swinging like a statute come alive, still red from the last night's beating. The fact he couldn't cover up and scrape off the water made him even more embarrassed and delicious. The other guys were finishing their breakfast when Charles grabbed him round the neck, telling him he was 'done', and slammed him down on a nearby chair.
Zac was humiliated - damp and naked while every other guy was fully dressed. Still, he hunkered down his big body over the gruel and began to eat, Charles' greasy egg and bacon fingers still pressing into his neck. He took about one mouthful when Charles pushed him into his plate - "Breakfast is over dickditch - can't you see". He grabbed the plate and threw it in the sink, ahead of the line of guys cleaning up. Charles bullied him into joining the end of the line, barearsed, jostled and prodded, until he got to the front and washed up his plate. By now only the three of us were left in the room. "Charles" I said "in this house all the boys work from now to 6pm, and then work out for 2 hours before dinner. Zac here doesn't have work at the moment, do you have something he can help you with?" Of course he did. The caseworker had lined up a job in a car wrecker down the road, but they came back downstairs, it was Zac wearing the overalls they'd sent for Charles, nothing else over his bare chest, and Charles was in a tight tee and jeans - clothes Zac had bought.
Zac wasn't at dinner, and I didn't see them until the next morning. Charles came down with the others, laughing and joking with the rest of them, wearing more of Zac's nice clothes. All the guys were talking about Zac, but I only caught a few words, something about him staying up all night in the john. As the guys finished eating, a whoop went up from near the door, and I looked up to see Zac standing, arms by his side, stark naked. No covering up this time, and his body had changed - bare hairless flesh covered in little red blotches. Charles laughed loudest, telling me loudly how Zac had been damp all day, cause his body hair had trapped all the water, so he'd spent the night plucking all of it out. Apparently he'd had to bribe one of the sergeants to do his arsehole and perenium - I didn't ask what he'd bribed him with. I remarked how his tackle looked obscene now, big and bald, and Charles whooped, saying something about donkey boys not covering up their pizzles. He went out and grabbed Zac by the neck again, not sitting him down but pushing him up on the kitchen bench. He gestured at the seargents, two grabbing his legs and spreading his thighs wide, the other two behind the bench, pulling his hands back until his torso was at 45 degrees, tits facing the ceiling. Zac's face was muted terror, even more as Charles began a close examination of his work, with me and the others looking in at his spreadeagled body. "I told him I'd punish him if I found a single cunthair - ever!" Charles grunted. His skin was perfectly smooth, and there was a ripple of lust and envy from the boys, leaing in close, as Charles fingered his fat smooth balls and lifted them to reveal his freshly fucked hole.
Zach was obviously humiliated but it kept getting worse. Charles dropped his sac, leaving the other guys to finish 'checking him out', and a dozen hands roved over his naked flesh. As the guys poked and prodded, he began getting embarassingly hard. Suddenly, Charles came back, having found what he was after, and the crowd pulled back. "Don't want you whacking that donkey dong in front of people, man, it's too freaky" he barked. He held up rubber bands in one hand and plastic garbage ties in the other. 'What'll it be? - I know, garbage ties for a garbage hose!" Suddenly the plastic ties took on a sinister bent, the hard plastic teeth, the ratchet effect of pulling it through - which he demonstrated, first pulling Zac's balls hard and low in the sac, and tying them off so sharp the teeth dug into nutflesh, then another jagged crown around the base of his dick, the loose end squashed between his prick and balls, and lastly, and worst of all, he peeled back his foreskin until the plum head was tight and shiny, and looped the third tie around, cinching it tightly so the head turned purple. The plastic teeth trapped it in place between the hood and the flange of his corona, and he yelped as the skin tried to slide back. His engorged trussed tackle looked even more indecent now. I wondered just how much lower Zach could sink.
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