A twink rent boy absolutely suffers through an endless session of bondage, cum control, milking, cbt and ass fucking with two sadistic strangers in this incredibly HOT story from Tarquin!
A Special Kind of Cock Fun - Page 1
by Tarquin
Art by PaxArt from PaxArt's Male Celebs Fake Bondage
Chuck Adams was nineteen but still had that boyish look and slim build that made him appear at least two years younger. Five foot six with short blonde hair and a lithe tanned body toned by lots of sun and exercise. Girls liked him and he liked them…but as friends and companions only. He was just eighteen when his Uncle Jake taught him first how to use his chubby little fingers to rub a man’s cock until it jerked and the little slit in that smooth domed head spurted out jets of thick salty cream all over his face and hands.
Soon Jake was showing him how to use his mouth and tongue to really work on a man’s cock. In return it was the feel of Jake’s lips sucking and teasing his cock sending him wild with excitement until he had his first nearly dry cum. That was the start of his addiction to man sex. He couldn’t get enough of that wonderful feeling of a man’s lips and tongue sucking and licking his cock, exciting him more and more until he squirted his load down their throat.
Even better was being allowed to play with a man’s big cock, rubbing his fingers up and down the thick shaft then stretching his lips over the smooth head; learning gradually to take more and more of the hot cock meat down his throat. The thrill when the man’s cock started jerking in his hands…and he heard those cries and shouts of pleasure just before the hot, salty cum spurted and squirted, filling his mouth and dribbling out over his chin and cheeks in a sticky, slippery glaze that tasted so good.
It was a few weeks after those first exciting sex sessions that Jake brought one of his friends to join in their private games…and soon after that Chuck learned there was another place a man could put his cock as well as in his mouth.
Luckily for him the two men took their time, using their fingers and plenty of lube to open up his virgin anus. He still remembered every detail. They played with him first sitting on either side as he lay on the bed with his legs over their shoulders. One rubbing and stroking his cock and playing with his tight little nipples while the other slowly inserted first one, then two fingers deep inside his anus as they masturbated him together. Then, after he’d cum the first time, Jake sat on the end of the bed, leaning back while Jake’s friend helped him turn to straddle his uncle’s legs. Together they supported him, Jake from behind holding his knees up and spread wide apart, while his friend guided the boy down very slowly onto the hard, slippery spear of Jake’s penis.
He still remembered that initial panic and the pain at the feeling of a man’s cock head stretching him wider and wider…and the sudden, unexpected relief as the rim slipped through his tight virgin ring so the whole helmet was inside him. Each time he cried out they grinned and stopped the slow impalement by lifting him…just a little…holding him suspended before easing him back down onto the slippery lubed shaft until finally he was sitting astride Uncle Jake’s lap with seven inches of hot thick cock filling his rectum.
That first time they let him do the moving, watching him lifting up and down very gently while Jake’s friend knelt in front of him sucking on his stiff little cock and playing with his balls. Of course it didn’t take long for his rising excitement to overcome any discomfort. The itching and burning from that cock sliding in and out of his rectum turned into the best and strongest cum he’d ever had…made even stronger and harder as he felt the hot spurts of Uncle Jake cumming at the same time deep inside him.
Then the two men changed places and it was Uncle Jake who helped guide him down onto his friend’s penis, not so thick this time but at least an inch longer so Chuck could feel the head moving even deeper inside. That time they held him in position so they could control things. It was long, tormenting fucking…lifting him right up until only the very tip of the man’s cock was in the opening of his anus. Then holding he there, squirming with pleasure before lowering him down and down until the whole eight inch shaft had slid up inside. They had lifted and lowered him faster and faster until the man had shouted out and gripped his hips, ramming Chuck down onto his cock as Chuck cried out with sexual rapture as he felt a second load of hot cum filling his rectum.
A few months later Uncle Jake moved away. But Jake’s friend made sure that young Chuck didn’t have any problem finding other men who wanted to play his kind of fucking games. By the time he was nineteen Chuck had a nice, private circle of friends who treated him well, provided plenty of sucking and fucking fun and made sure that he always had a little money of his own. But good times had been spoiled by some bad choices and unpleasant encounters. Finally a lack of money and a place to stay had made him hungry and careless. This particular day he was dressed as usual. Tee shirt and a pair of very battered jeans cut off to make a frayed and loose fitting pair of shorts. A much-washed pair of tanga briefs and trainers that had seen better days made up the rest of the outfit.
The tangas were not his favourite choice but one of his ‘friends’ had bought him half a dozen pairs and at least they were wearable. For sun protection he had an old baseball cap faded to a dull pink by months of sun and rain. The only thing in his new lifestyle that had improved was his tan…he was now a deep even bronze all over apart from the brief white vee at his groin. His hair was now sun-bleached to almost white.
Chuck didn’t know it yet but he was about to make his worst choice of all…but he didn’t know that because the two guys seemed so nice.
He’d seen them before in the beachside café over the last couple of days, not doing anything, just watching the world go by and talking. The older one looked as though he was part-Latino. Fit looking with broad shoulders and slim hips. Chuck thought he was in his mid-forties with black hair, dark eyes and a thin moustache that he stroked from time to time. The other one was younger, slim with short blonde hair and the look of someone who worked out regularly. Both men wore polo shirts and jeans. Chuck noticed that both pairs of jeans showed a nice, prominent bulge where it mattered. There’d been nothing said but Chuck sensed they were interested in him. After a couple of weeks on his own and fast running out of money, Chuck was interested in them too.
That day he’d gone to use the rest room when the older man joined him. Chuck made sure that the guy got a good view of his long, uncut cock as they stood next to each other at the urinals. Chuck’s quick glances were enough to tell him that the man’s penis was about the same length, much darker in colour because of the man’s olive skin but it looked thicker as he was cut and the head flared out into a wide flange. Thinking unguardedly about how great it would feel running his tongue over the dome and round under that rim while his lips closed tight round the shaft meant that he suddenly had to struggle to get his own hardening cock back inside his jeans without letting the guy know what was happening. In his hurry to get out of the rest room undiscovered, the two of them met in the doorway and Chuck fell forward onto one knee.
The man helped him up and apologies and introductions led to Chuck joining the two of them at their table. The offer of a coke was accepted. The man said his name was Carlos. He went off and got the drinks…making sure that Chuck didn’t see him adding a shot of vodka to his coke. They chatted casually, the two men probing skilfully to discover if there was anyone who might notice or ask questions if Chuck were to go missing.
The vodka gradually did its work and the teenager babbled his whole story. While he talked the men’s smiles grew wider. A little later Carlos fetched two more beers, another coke for Chuck and a burger. What Chuck didn’t see this time was Carlos up at the counter crushing up two blue tablets with a spoon and adding the powder to that second coke.
Relaxed and off guard, Chuck took a long swig of coke and a mouthful of burger and smiled at the two men on either side. ‘That’s great, tastes real good.’
The two men smiled at him and exchanged glances. Oh yes…this one was just right, those boyish looks, good physique, well hung and best of all…no-one who was going to ask awkward questions later. ‘Our pleasure, always good to see a young man enjoying his food,’ Carlos smiled and stroked his moustache, taking a pull from his Coors, ‘that’s right isn’t it John?’
John grinned, ‘Yeah…we always like to give a young man pleasure.’ Chuck looked from one to the other, happily aware of the obvious signals coming from the two men. He could feel his cock hardening, pressing uncomfortably in the confines of his shorts and tenting the material. Knowing, as he thought, what the game was he didn’t mind when John patted his knee then slid his hand up Chuck’s leg to the frayed edge of his shorts. ‘You’re all for a bit of pleasure, Chuck, aren’t you?’ His hand squeezed gently then brushed across the fly of Chuck’s shorts. John smiled at the boy knowingly. ‘Seems like you might be ready now I guess.’
Chuck smiled back and took another big swig of coke. This time it was Carlos who leaned close and ran his fingers over the now aching bulge in the teenager’s shorts. ‘I saw you looking…in there…’ he confided, smiling. ‘I looked too, very nice and big.’ his fingers stroked the taut denim for a few moments until Chuck groaned and squirmed. Carlos smiled at the sweating boy. ‘Don’t worry, OK there’s no one looking at us…’ His fingers traced the line of Chuck’s cock then squeezed the shaft very gently through the cloth. ‘I think this big man wants to come out and play with us…that’s right, isn’t it Chuck?’
John’s fingers touched the little peak of Chuck’s nipple. One fingertip rolled the hard stub round and round. ‘Oh yes this boy is hot…’
Carlos continued to stroke the thickness of Chuck’s cock. ‘I have a place, Chuck…not far from here…somewhere we can play undisturbed…you want to come and have a little fun with John and me?’ His hand moved…stroking and squeezing… letting the vodka and the dose of Viagra the boy had taken with the coke do its work building that aching hard-on that would last for hour after agonising hour as the two of them took their new victim to the screaming limits where pleasure becomes agonising torture.
Chuck looked at the two men and smiled at his new friends. ‘Guess I’ve got nothing else on, yeah lets go,’ he drained the last of his coke. ‘Time for some real fun…’
The big Toyota 4x4 impressed Chuck…lots of chrome, blacked out windows and air con that dried the sweat on his body in minutes. John drove through town before turning off onto one of the back roads up into the hills. The sea mist had rolled in so Chuck really didn’t have any idea where they going. Besides, they’d put Chuck between them in the front. Carlos sat with his left arm round Chuck’s shoulder, keeping up the flow of small talk while his right hand continued to stroke and tease that hard aching bulge in Chuck’s shorts. John’s free hand rested on the teenager’s other leg stroking the skin between his knee and the edge of his cutoffs, the gentle movement of his hand helping to keep the teenager hot, eager and distracted so he didn’t even bother to look out the windows at where they were going.
Twenty minutes later John swung the big Toyota off the road and down a narrow track to a nice-looking split level house built into the side of the hill. Before Chuck saw anything he’d driven straight into the big double garage and the door closed behind them. ‘Gee, is this your place?’ Chuck looked surprised. He knew that homes up in the hills were very private and expensive. ‘Guess you need real money for a place like this.’
‘No, not mine…I’m doing some business in the area so the company rented it for me,’ Carlos said with a sudden white gleaming smile. Well, part of the story was true…it is a rental, he thought. But there was no company and none of the names on the agreement matched the names that the two men were using. Even the Toyota was rented…under yet another name. In their kind of business it was necessary to be able to vanish without trace at short notice. The three of them got out and John led the way to the inner door. ‘Come on Chuck, let’s get comfortable, shall we?’
Chuck looked round the big open plan room, unused to that level of comfort and luxury. John walked up behind him and started to play with his nipples through the thin tee shirt. ‘Want me to help you with the top?’ he whispered. Chuck put his arms up and then the man’s fingers were touching his bare skin as the shirt was peeled off. ‘Oh yes, that’s real nice…you’re in great shape boy. Just keep those arms up…I love the smell of a boy’s pits.’ Chuck shivered and twisted as John’s fingers tickled his underarms before stroking down his flanks then back up to roll the little nubs of his nipples with the pads of his forefingers.
‘Don’t think you’ll be needing these any more either,’ Chuck looked down to see Carlos touching the button of his cutoffs. Before Chuck could reply or resist John held his arms above his head and Carlos flicked the button undone and pulled the zip down. One tug and the battered cutoffs slid to the floor. ‘Oh yes, Chuck…you really are hot and ready,’ Carlos smiled and his fingers closed round the hard jutting erection. He pumped the boy’s cock gently through the thin cotton. ‘Hey, you’re leaking already.’ He pulled the cloth taut so they could all see the tell-tale wet spot. He used one finger to circle the slippery wetness making Chuck gasp and tremble with excitement. ‘Lets see what you’ve got for us, Chuck, shall we?’ John brought the boy’s hands down and held his wrists together behind his back, no real force but just controlling him, as he wanted.
Using both hands the older man pulled the elastic waistband away until he could free Chuck’s cock then eased the briefs down so he could step clear. Seven inches of hard teenage cock sprang free jutting up from a little patch of blonde hair. Carlos nodded and smiled happily. He reached forward with his left hand and cupped the soft, full weight of the boy’s testicles. His fingers moved the balls gently, the touch making Chuck’s sack tighten so he shivered with pleasure. Then, with his right hand he gently rolled the teenager’s foreskin back, stretching the skin down the shaft down so the purple cock head reared up naked and gleaming with pre-cum. His fingers closed round the shaft and he jacked the boy slowly for a few moments the other hand fondling his balls as he did so.
Chuck shuffled his feet astride and arched backwards into John, breath coming in fast, shallow breaths as the ripples of pleasure spread through his body. ‘Oh fuck…yes, Mr Carlos t-t-that’s r-real nice.’
‘No, not Mr Carlos…just Carlos…I’ll make you feel even better soon…let’s go downstairs shall we?’
Obediently Chuck followed Carlos down the stairs to another room with John close behind. This one was windowless but had a carpeted floor, some easy chairs round the walls and a table with an open case on it. There was a big flatscreen TV on one wall. Despite the effects of the mixture of vodka and Viagra there were also some things that made Chuck feel slightly uneasy.
There were lights on stands round the room all pointing inwards together with a lot of video equipment in one corner. And there was that waist-high bench in the middle of the room. To Chuck it looked a bit sinister, like something you might see in a surgery or a hospital. Only about two feet wide and four feet long the top was a series of padded sections covered in some kind of black wipe-clean imitation leather while the legs and frame were all made from chromed tubes. The sections at either end had fittings that looked as though they could be raised or lowered so someone could be lying flat…or with their head or legs in different positions.
‘Hey, what’s the deal here…you two guys are up to something…I don’t think I want to stay any longer…I…’
Carlos turned and his right hand whipped out to grip Chuck’s cock and testicles in a hard, painful grip. ‘It’s a bit late for second thoughts, Chuck. Now, are you going to behave nicely or do you want me to hurt you?’ His fingers tightened and he lifted his arm forcing Chuck onto tiptoe. ‘Remember…when they’ve got you by the balls, Chuck…’
‘Aaaaah…n-no p-please…didn’t mean it…p-please l-let go…’
‘That’s better…there’s no need for you to worry. Sure, John likes to take a few movies but it’s strictly private, just for our own enjoyment. Me, I just like making boys like you cum…’ His hand let Chuck’s testicles go and he stroked the hard, bobbing shaft of the teenager’s cock. ‘That’s what the bench is for…you just lie back there while I see how long I can work this cock before you spurt for me. Kind of a private little contest.’ One fingertip teased the little triangle under the base of Chuck’s cockhead and the teenager groaned softly as the sensation overcame the ache in his balls. ‘You try and cum…I see how long I can play with your cock until you do. After that, we change places and it’s your turn, OK? Go on, sit at this end.’
Chuck rubbed his groin and looked round then slowly sat up on one end of the bench. ‘You’ll need to move up a bit…put your legs on either side and just let your feet hang down,’ Carlos said gently, one hand on Chuck’s shoulder guiding him into position. When he had finished Chuck’s knees were either side of the top, his lower legs hanging straight down in line with the front pair of the bench’s legs.
His hands stroked the boy’s shoulders. ‘Ever tried a little bondage, Chuck? You know, games where you play out scenes…say you’re a prisoner and two guards are going to play with you and fuck you silly…and they tie you up so you can’t get away…ever played games like that?’ Chuck could feel his own excitement rising as Carlos painted the scene for him. ‘Let’s show you what I mean…watch the screen, Chuck.’
The TV came to life as John pressed the remote. Chuck recognised the room they were in but this time there was a young coloured boy roughly the same age as Chuck with Carlos. Both of them were naked. He could see that Carlos was in real good shape and that cock was just as good as he’d imagined. The coloured boy was slim and wiry but his cock was huge! Chuck was looking at least nine inches of thick, cut cock curving up from the triangle of black wiry hair at his groin.
But that cock was bouncing and bobbing in the air because the boy was on his knees with his lips wrapped around Carlo’s penis. Carlos was just standing there guiding him, his hands gripping either side of the boy’s head as he fucked his face. That was when Chuck saw the black Velcro strap holding the boy’s wrists together behind his back.
He started with surprise when the seat moved but he realised that it was only Carlos straddling on the bench behind him. His excitement surged when he felt that same cock as he was watching on screen pressing against the base of his spine, then there was the touch of warmth against his back. ‘Thought I’d join you to watch the movie.’ Carlos flexed his hips and Chuck felt the bulge of his cock against moist groove at the base of his spine. The man’s right hand slid over Chuck’s thigh and those expert fingers started to stroke the boy’s cock, ‘Now just watch the show and let me do the work.’
Chuck jerked his hips, trying to increase the stimulation from the fingers that were tormenting his cock but Carlos just laughed and moved his fingers in time with the teenager’s wriggling…teasing and tormenting him by preventing him getting too excited. Chuck moaned as he watched the screen. Oh God…that was so hot…he could see the boy’s cheeks hollowing as he sucked and licked the olive coloured shaft.
Minutes passed then the on-screen Carlos pulled his cock free of the boy’s mouth and thick spurts of white cum sprayed over the boy’s face. In the room the fingers busy with the teenager’s cock pulled the skin back from the head, stretching the loose flesh down the shaft, gripping his cock almost to the point of pain. ‘No-no…patience…shhh, patience, Chuck…you’ll enjoy the next bit too…’
The scene cut and changed. This time the boy was astride the same bench Chuck was on. But he was tied down…broad black straps round each ankle pinning them to the uprights and his arms were stretched above his head. His wrists were tied together and the tie was looped around the cross bar at the other end on the bench so he was stretched out flat. But he was still hard and erect, his huge cock curving back so hard that the head touched the smooth flat skin of his abdomen. The boy’s penis had obviously been well coated with lube of some kind because it gleamed and glistened in the lights, every detail of the deep vee under the helmet, the curved rim and the network of raised veins along the shaft all pin sharp on the big screen.
Carlos was leaning on a stool at the coloured boy’s side, the fingers of his right hand, also shiny and slippery with lube, encircling the thick brown cock shaft. There wasn’t any sound but Chuck could see Carlos was smiling and talking to the boy as his hand moved up and down quite slowly, stroking and teasing the boy’s cock, wanking him with a maddening stimulation but never quite hard enough to allow him to cum. Chuck could see how frantic the boy was getting by the way his muscles were fluttering and how he was lifting his hips with each stroke.
Carlos stroked Chuck’s cock a little harder. ‘Twenty-five minutes I played with him before I let him cum…that time. Do you think you could do better, Chuck?’ See, my hand’s going a little faster…look at the way he’s clenching…and the fingers…when they suddenly stretch out you know he’s on the brink…’ On screen the boy was shouting out now, arching up, buttocks clenched to lift him clear of the padded top as the stimulation of those clever fingers became too much to take.
On screen Carlos was using longer and faster strokes, gripping the shaft more tightly. Suddenly, he was there, the boy’s cock was jerking and throbbing, squirting milky white trails right up to his chin and across his naked chest and stomach. Chuck writhed with his own pleasure as he felt Carlos squeezing and stretching his cock while the on screen the other Carlos was doing the same to the boy using the same hand to milk the last few drops from the pouting slit while with the other he was gently massaging the sticky cum into the boy’s brown flesh so his body gleamed with its coating of lube and semen under the lights.
The screen went blank.
‘So, Chuck,’ he whispered in the boy’s ear, ‘you want a chance to star in that kind of movie, yes?’ Carlos continued to masturbate the teenager very gently keeping him hard and wanting more. ‘Of course, there will be some money in it…a boy like you could use $500 I expect…’ Chuck’s eyes glazed, his mind already clouded by vodka and Viagra and the over-riding sexual urges of what this man was doing to his hard, aching cock.
‘Oh fuuuuck…yes…for five hundred bucks I’ll do anything!’ Behind his back Carlos smiled at the man called John. It was not a kindly smile but one that showed the hot, cruel anticipation of what obscene ‘anything’s’ they would soon be doing to another young teenager’s cock and balls.
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scotts60143 - December 4, 2017, 7:30 am
Very much enjoying Tarquin’s story! Such great details it is possible to imagine yourself in the room with everything going on! Can’t wait to read the next installment!! Pax’s artwork is also always hot and adds a nice touch to the story.
lushlife - January 18, 2018, 4:02 pm
I re-joined the site specifically for this story, as I enjoyed Tarquin’s first effort so much. This story has obvious similarities to that first story, but it’s also so much richer in the details it provides, which makes it a stunning read. Thank you, Tarquin, for what I hope will be many stories to come, as there are so many possibilities limited only by your imagination! I hope the site owner will encourage you!