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TODAY'S FREE BONDAGE STORY |
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We got to Bodyworks, and Cody eased himself off the stick, his dick burping ropes of clear sap as it popped past his sphincter. His recently virgin hole spasmed as he pulled off, and I dug two fingers into the slick hole, which easily took my thick digits with nothing but a grunt from the stud. He squirmed as I fingerfucked him, helplessly trapped between the car roof and my scraping ministrations, his muscles bulging as he tried to take his weight through his arms. I felt up his love nub, pushing him further and further to the brink of orgasm, until the swollen head of his dick was purple and his shorts were slick with goop. Then I pulled out, jerking the shorts up to trap the throbbing cock in sticky denial. He collapsed into the passenger seat and I fed him my fingers, the varsity jock reluctantly being forced to suck the arse slime and cum from them. He almost gagged at the taste, so I made him lick the gearstick clean as well, while the rest of my deposit seeped through his shorts. When he was done, I patted him on the head. "Good work cunt, Now let's go inside for your reward"
The clinic was fairly bland outside, but the minute we entered the sterile white lobby, Cody's chiselled jaw dropped. On the walls beside the reception were photo series' showing the progress of some of their recent work. The top photo showed a healthy good looking teen, probably 19, standing bare-arsed, his dick impressively long but thin. The next three photos showed him after a series of augmentations over maybe 6 months. While it looked like he'd worked out, his popping chest and cut abs were noted as implants. He'd also had collegen injections in the glans of his penis, the once thin dick now sporting a bulging mushroom head. The series continued over the next year - the kid must've become something of a size junkie. Bodyworks was happy to oblige his fetish, replacing his pec implants with heavier, titan udders, to go with his dysmorphic steroid pumped body. His dick too was pumped with collegen, in two separate operations the guys dork swelled to beer can width, hanging low and veiny like a polish sausage. In the most recent photo, just after the second dickbloating operation, he'd stopped smiling, his eyes slits of latent anger. Seeing Cody stare, the receptionist chirped "He's one of our best customers. He's in for a testicle enlargement now. We've never used that much saline before, but his agent was insistent." I asked if it cost much, just to see Cody pale. "Oh, well" the receptionist smirked "all our customers pay, eventually. He now has quite a lucrative job in the adult movie business ... although I'm not sure he planned it that way. Anywho, how can I help you folks?"
I gave her the details and the receptions sized up Cody with a smirk. "Excellent. Now you can wait here while we work on the subject, it shouldn't take more than an hour. Now, boy, follow me..." I waited a few minutes, thumbing through magazines, and got bored. Fortunately Bodyworks had an open door policy, so you could freely wander around and check out the patients, humiliatingly exposed for all to see. I went past a few rooms, until I found the boy from the photo. He was in a reclining bench, legs up and wide apart, exposing his floppy horsecock and balls. They'd taped his tubeflesh down just below the flared corona, and the doctor was carefully explaining to the sedated, but concious, patient what he was doing. "Now Horace, I'm injecting the first syringe into your left testicle." Horace grunted as the needle pierced the ballsac, giving a long low groan as the fluid began forcing its way into his nuts. When the syringe was empty, his left ball looked large and smooth, like a goose egg. He mumbled something like "Please stop", body breaking into a sweat, but his agent just smoothed Horace's hair off his forehead, as the doctor took another syringe. Rather than starting on the right ball, the doctor slowly fed a second syringe load of collagen into the fearful teens left ball, stretching the tender flesh to the size of a tennis ball, the skin was taut and shiny. Horace's groans turned to grunts, as spasms of pain racked his crotch. "Ok now Horace, now for the right ball." The agent turned around, looking satisfied, and told me that 'Horse', his stage name, was one of his finest new talents. Raising his voice slightly over Horace's gutteral moans, he confided in me that in just 6 months, his flicks had made the studio over a million dollars. When he'd started, needing the money to feed his steroid and surgery addictions, he'd done some straight porn, being a ladies man himself, but since he kept growing, the only audience he appealed to now was the rough trade market - all muscle dicks and S&M. In desperation he'd auditioned for a role fucking guys, but being repulsed by gay sex and drug-addled, he'd struggled to keep his monster cock hard. He'd tried to quit but they'd not let him, gently explaining that he couldn't afford to go on the streets now even if he wanted to. They paid for his last two operations, and had recast him as a prisoner in Cellblock Cocks, where thanks to the drugs and a sensitive love nub, he'd taken it up the arse like a bitch in heat. He was fucked by the prison guards, the warden, his cellmate, they'd even changed the script to include a gangbang in the prison gym. His co-stars were all hired for their dicks, and his raw cunt didn't take less than 12 inches the entire time. His hole was gaping by the end, a dripping mess. Since then he was a favorite, taking everything from fists to wine bottles up his mancunt, and amazingly, he got a raging hard-on every time.
They were just adjusting his balls, so they'd look better for the close ups, since his sack had looked a little small bouncing off the 13" dicks that routinely skewered him, under his own meaty cock. Secretly, he told me they they were planning on stuffing his arse with real horse cocks in their next enterprise - Horse Man - and wanted the buff tank to be fully primed. A big ballsac would make it easier to tether him for the stallion to pierce his hole, and a hefty swinging sac always looked good on the movies. Since they couldn't film a cumshot, they'd have to make do with his grunts as the horse cum squirted out of his hole, coating his nads. The doctor interrupted - he'd finished the four syringes, and in his opinion, the young actor (breathing heavily in the chair) could take no more. Any more and he risked permanent crushing to his testicles. The agent waved his hand dismissively, telling the doctor they'd already paid for six shots. The doctor went back to his work, preparing a third huge syringe to inject in the helpless boy. While he prepared, the agent took me over to meet the star up close. His skin was beaded with sweat, and his pupils wildly dilated. "Shh, Horse, that's ok." As the third syringe plunged in, he tried to scream or something but his voice was (amusingly) hoarse. I leant down and kissed him, plugging his screams with my tongue as he fought both me and the doctor's invasions. The power of kissing a helpless studmuffin like him was great. His mouth tasted cummy, and when I stopped, the agent shook his head. "You're a brave one, I don't know many people that would kiss that sewer hole unpaid. I'd get some mouthwash if I were you." I nodded and left, looking for a bathroom, to the dying sound of Horace gasping as his ballsac was stretched inhumanly.
After the bathroom I found Cody, the doctor gripping his big brown nipple tightly to skewer the barbell through. They'd already taken all his hair off, his skin taut and bare from the paste they'd applied. I noticed they'd even smeared it on his cheeks, leaving them bare apart from a hot goatee ring they'd left around his strong lips. He was looking a little dazed from the sedatives, but not so out of it that he didn't still buck and moan every time they began a new step. "Hey doc" I announced "can we also arrange a tattoo? I was thinking something suggestive, like a naked guy with a priapic dick, on his inner tricep." I knew a tattoo there was very painful, and would raise some juicy questions, without being obvious. Cody moaned again, but the doc just finished pinning his chest with the thick rod, and looked over to nod his agreement. As the doctor stood back I got a good look at his exposed flesh. He was bald as an eagle. The hair removal paste they'd used was strong - nothing much would grow back there. His barrel chest, arms and legs were smooth and lightly tanned, his crotch, dick and balls lighter as they lost their thick fur. As promised, a thin cuntlick of hair still ran from his belly button to the root of his cock, like a guide arrow to the goodies. His masculine body, which had been his trading staple for years, had been converted into rent boy material, hot and sluttish. It would be good to know that for the months he was on campus, he would always look like a call boy beneath his jock clothing.
The doc had finished up the piercings, and the silver from his new ballbag piercing shone in the light. His cock too arched forward, obviously painfully tugged down by the heavy prince albert, and the invisible wire threaded down his shaft to the base. He began moaning, as the sedative began to wear off, but struggled to free himself. The doctor gave him another shot, this time just to immobilise him, shoving a piece of well chewed wood between his teeth to stop him biting. They began work on the tatt, a 5 inch long cartoon of a buff boy stroking his mega cock, juice dripping down to his feet. The tatt was upside down, would be hard to miss when he lifted his arm to reveal his sexy pits. While the artist inked up the supple flesh, Horace's agent wandered in, admiring my charge. "Hey fella" he said to me "I think Horse is getting a little uppity, maybe you could bring him down a peg before you go." I nodded, having had just the thing in mind. When the tattoo was done, I took the timber out of Cody's mouth, noting with satisfaction that the wood was soaked with multiple men's saliva, and pitted with tooth marks. The 8 inch block was thick enough to wedge open his mouth, and I could tell the taste of the other guys trickling down his throat had been unpleasant. But nothing had prepared him from the gut wrenching pain as I squirted lube up his hole and shoved the wooden rod up his arse, jamming it right up his tender rosebud. "Ok" I said "bring in your star".
As we waited, the gag slid out a little from Cody's arse, slick from my cum still clinging to his anal cavity, and I pushed is back up with a jab. Five minutes later, the agent came back, Horace's arm slung over his shoulder as he stumbled buck naked through the corridors. Horace's dick and balls made a hefty thwacking sound as they flopped about, the pumped boy obviously still in a mountain of pain. "Ok" I said to Horace "now get down on your knees and put your pretty head between Cody's legs here." Horace paled, and Cody began to buck, but we guided Horace's forward, his head planted on Cody's spread cheeks. I could tell Cody was gripping the gag with his arsecheeks like a champion, despite the pain he was trying to spare a similar victim a worse indignity. We weren't having any of that, and a light kick to Horace's swinging balls got him sucking on the hole like a champion, until the sloppy sound of timber suctioning out of the hole could be heard. We told Horace to suck up the log like a cock, and could see his face screw up as the cum and spit soaked gag passed through his lips. The lube loosened everything, and as the timber got a few inches out, it suddenly shot forward, spraying Horace's face with cum and arseslime, causing him to choke. He spat the timber out, and his enraged agent gave him a sickening kick to the balls, making him curl up in the foetal position, clutching his oversized nads. He thrashed about in pain, oblivious to the juices on the floor being smeared across his rippling body. It was priceless, especially as Cody's kept dripping goo from his arse and hard dick over Horace's face. But all this fun had to come to an end, so as Horace slowly recovered, gulping breaths like a fish, I helped Cody out of the chair and towards the door. He limped from the stabbing pain shooting up his gut, thighs basted, looking at me pleadingly as I dragged him towards the door.
As we got to the entrance, I gave Cody his final present for college. I'd kept a couple of other items from his bag, the only items, bar the football shorts, that he would be allowed to own. The first was a thin tee with his high school emblem, a little small, and so tight on his sexy body that the fabric folded around the barbell through his nipple. While we stood there, I ripped off the arms, turning it into a hot muscle tee that would expose his hairless pits and tattoo if he lifted his arms. The other item was running pants, long and loose, with no support for his floppy tackle. No jocks, no shoes. He pulled on the clothes, now looking more obscene than before, almost a parody of a jock, just barely concealing his abused body.
We drove to campus, this time he got to sit in the passenger seat, tissues stuffed up his mancunt to stop himself staining the pants. I rolled a condom over his swollen tool, and told him to lick it clean every night before reusing it. We pulled into campus in the evening, only a day late, but a world apart from when he'd flagged me down, a cocky jock with the world in the palm of his hands. Now he was in the palm of mine. Three frat boys came up to the car, hooting and cheering, apparently seniors who he'd met when he first checked the place out. "Well our little pledge has finally arrived. Hey welcome man!" Cody got out, trying his best to swagger without revealing the pain of his raw fucked arse. The guys looked at me quizzically, still smiling. "Your old man?" they asked. Cody hesitated, and I grinned. "Yeah" I said, "I'll drop by to check on my boy from time to time, eh boys. Now unfortunately Cody here left his stuff back home, except these shorts. Don't worry son, I happen to know the janitor there, I'll make sure he gets your clothes shortly." Cody looked at me aghast, gazing over to where my finger was pointing. As promised, I did know one of the janitors, a black dude called Jamal, who nodded from the distance. The guys began heading up to the house, and I gestured Cody back - "You can't leave without giving your old man a hug" I bellowed. He turned back, and I gave him a big bear hug, whispering in his ear. "Yeah fuckface, welcome to the family. If I hear from Jamal you fuck up even slightly, and all your buddies will be getting those photos. And remember - no cumming. See you in a few weeks!"
I drove off laughing, watching the buff boy stand in the drive, shoulders slumped, in the rear vision mirror. My how far he'd come! |
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