Homophobic jock Ryan Connolly's humiliation continues as his abductors subject him to ass play and getting fucked by a huge cock while refusing to let his throbbing cock cum.
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The Forced Milking of Ryan Connolly Part 2
by GuysGoNakieForMe
Series: The Forced Milking of Ryan Connolly
The smell of ammonia in his nostrils roused Ryan Connolly from sleep. His head reared back with a start, the back of his head hitting the oaken post that held him firmly in place. Faceless voices laughed at his discomfort.
His eyes once again took a moment or two to adjust to the blinding stadium lights, but all he could see once his eyes began to focus was his own reflection in the two-way mirror shielding him from his captors. His auburn curls were matted with sweat; his blue-green eyes disoriented; an angry sneer on his lips to hide the true terror in his heart. In the reflection he could see that his wrists were double-secured to the stretcher bar. After what seemed like hours of trying to pull himself free his biceps were thick, bulging and the veins in his full forearms were standing out. His smooth chest glistened with perspiration; his pink nipples stood out stiff as if they had been tongued, sucked, gently nibbled for hours on end ... although he had no memory of it. The thin line of coppery hair led from his navel. Framed between the deep indents of his obliques and just below the trimmed but curly patch of pubes, his cock bounced in the air, still hard. Extending eight inches or so into the cool air in front of him, Ryan's uncut cock throbbed with a life of its own -- the result of the Viagra paste that had been applied to its moist knob, as well as to his fat lemon-sized balls and inserted deeply into his virgin ass.
"We hope you had a nice rest period, Ryan" the disembodied voice said. "We can't let you get too lazy, though. It's time for the next step in your indoctrination."
The words buzzed in his head, not quite connecting. "What indoctrination???"
"Easy, Ryan. Save your energy for fucking. That's all a dumb homophobic stud like you is good for, after all."
"Go fuck yourself, faggot!" Ryan spit out with contempt.
"On the contrary, Ryan, it's we who will be fucking you."
Ryan's blood went cold with terror.
"Dude, you've had your fun," Ryan tried to bargain with his unseen host, "You got what you wanted. Now let me go before this goes too far."
"Has the 'Iron Man of X-Treme Fighting' reached the limit of his endurance? We've seen you punch, kick, wrestle and brawl your way in the ring. Surely a group of 'faggots' can't defeat the Iron Man" There was a loud explosion of derisive laughter from the crowd.
"I'm a champion, motherfucker. No queer is gonna get the better of me!"
"That's the spirit, Ryan. We like a little fight in the pussy's we fuck. Gentlemen, roll out the carts."
Once again Ryan heard the sound of rolling wheels -- but this time there were two carts. One was being placed in front of him, and other behind.
"Prepare him."
Ryan heard the sound of a body kneel in position at his feet. Two beefy hands wrapped around his cockshaft, and Ryan let out an involuntary sigh of relief. The idea of a guy touching his dick disgusted him, but the viagra induced erection was throbbing, demanding immediate attention from whoever would provide it. The hands began to jack him, slowly, bringing the thick cowl of foreskin up and over the blood-red knob, and then peeling it back slowly, deliberately, teasingly. Ryan bit his lip, determined not to give his captors the satisfaction of seeing how much he was enjoying his forced hand-job, but he couldn't help but let out little whimpers of pleasure as the hands increased their speed. He felt his balls begin to rise up...tighten...and then just as his orgasm was about to hit, the hands released. Flushed with frustration, Ryan's body went slack.
"Aw, you seem disappointed Ryan. Would you like our friend to continue?"
Ryan nodded wordlessly.
"We can't hear you Ryan."
"I...I need to cum."
"We know that. And you will be allowed to cum, I promise you...if you just say the words we want to hear."
"Jerk me off, man", Ryan whispered hoarsely to the man at his feet.
"What was that, Ryan? A little louder please. The microphone on the video camera didn't quite get that."
With anger in his voice, Ryan loudly said, "Jerk my cock, dude. Make me cum."
Once again, the mysterious hands returned to Ryan's dick. "Yeah," he heard himself saying, "just like that." His cock was throbbing now, red-hot and dribbling precum. Once again he felt the familiar tingle in his balls as they began to rise up...tighten...and once again as his orgasm was about to hit, the hands released.
"Fuck man, noooooo. Please!!!!" Ryan pleaded.
"We can't make it too easy on the Iron Man, can we? But if you ask nicely, your friend might be persuaded to give you more than just a hand. After all, he has a mouth too."
Ryan's mind was on overload. He'd never want a guy to suck his dick, but his cock was on fire, desperate for release and this seemed to be the only way.
"Suck my dick, bro. Take my cock in your mouth and suck it til I fill your mouth with my jizz". Ryan couldn't believe the words were coming out of his mouth, but he was being driven by a compulsion he did not understand.
An unseen tongue traced the length of Ryan's cock-shaft from balls to tip. When it reached his knob, it circled the head. He felt the tongue slip between his foreskin and his knob and tease back and forth til Ryan let out an audible gasp. A pair of lips and a hot wet tongue peeled back the foreskin and went to work on his knob like a hungry baby suckling on its mama's teet. Ryan began to fuck his hips forward towards the mouth, picking up the pace. He came closer...closer to orgasm...pre-cum annointing the tongue of his unseen cocksucker. And then the mouth was removed and Ryan groaned in frustration.
"Oh, you'll cum Ryan. Harder than you ever imagined. In time."
Unable to see in front of him, Ryan felt the smooth wet silicon tube being rolled over his fat curved cockshaft. The switch was thrown and the rubber pussy gripped his cock, riding up and down the shaft. The speed was kept deliberately slow, to keep him on the edge of orgasm, as the second cart was moved into place behind him. Ryan felt a pair of hands spread his pale ass cheeks and a set of fingers dripping with oily lubricant made contact with his pink ass pucker. Ryan would have protested but he was caught up in the orgasm that was once again slowly being allowed to build in his fat nutsac. A finger slipped inside him, and then another, but Ryan said nothing. It almost felt ... good. As the fingers slipped in and out of him, he became aware of how the intensity of his forthcoming orgasm was building.
He heard the sound of a crank as something was raised from the cart behind him, and then, as the fingers slipped from his ass, he felt something thick and rubbery pressing at the entrance of his hole. The click of a switch and suddenly the 9 inch dildo was being forced into his ass, powered by a steel rod on a piston. "Oh fuck, noooooo"
"Don't even try to fight it, Ryan, or you could seriously damage yourself. Right now the best thing you could do would be to relax...and enjoy it."
The fat dildo split his ass cheeks, the steady pressure prying its way into virgin territory. He felt the solid width feed itself into his rectum one inch a time. Slow. Teasing. His captors wanted to make sure that he would feel every inch, and that its invasion would sear itself into his memory forever.
Ryan tried to get up on his toes...to squirm away from it...but he could only forestall the inevitable by a few seconds as the invading rubber cock burrowed its way deep inside him. The piston plunged the cock deep and then slowly pulled it free, leaving just the tip between Ryan's ass-lips. Then it began its journey forward again, mechanically raping the strapping irish fighter again and again.
Tears streamed down the face of the broken fighter's face, but his captor's could not tell if this signalled his defeat or the intensity of his pleasure. They could see Ryan's cock was now harder than it had ever been at any point in his forced captivity. His cock was oozing pre-cum and he was clearly on the verge of a massive orgasm.
"Who would like this stud's load in their mouth?" The frantic bidding began and in moment's someone had paid nearly $5,000 for the honor of kneeling at Ryan's feet to take is load.
There was a click of a switch from the cart behind, and the dildo in his ass began to fuck Ryan faster...every few seconds getting faster...faster. The silicon cock-sheath was turned off and removed, and the winning bidder took Ryan's dick balls-deep in one swallow.
"Oh fuck...oh fuck yes...." Ryan moaned. Every muscle in his perfect athlete's body stood out taut as Ryan unloaded into the hungry mouth. His orgasm was mind-numbing as he squirted 8 thick cumblasts, choking his cocksucker with his creamy seed. Cum bubbled from the stretched lips of the lucky bidder, and a creamy river of overflowing cock-milk dripped enticingly down to Ryan's nuts.
The fuck machine was snapped off and the dildo withdrawn as his STILL rock-hard cock was slipped from the moaning mouth of his mystery cocksucker. The dicksucker at his feet reverantly tongued the knob and shaft clean, and greedily lapped up the last remnants of jizz that had oozed down onto his balls. To the ryhtmic tongue-strokes of his captor, Ryan's mind drifted into the darkness of sleep.
.............
The creaking of chains roused Ryan Connolly from a fitful sleep. Disoriented and unsure of his surroundings, his body was drenched in sweat, legs still separated by a spreader-bar into a wide stance. His arms were no longer tethered to a cross bar. Now his wrists were being hoisted overhead, leaving the impossibly beautiful x-treme fighter dangling so that just the balls of his feet had contact with the ground. His arms, chest, shoulders and abs glistened under the harsh arena lighting, every muscle straining.
"What the fuck are you doing," the nearly broken fighter croaked out into the darkened room just beyond the lights that shown in his face.
"A little test of endurance, Ryan" the disembodied voice said. "We marvel at the sheer strength and will-power you show. It's going to be a pleasure to break your spirit."
The athlete's blue-green eyes tried to scan the darkness for a sign of his tormentors, but could make out nothing. Rivulets of sweat dripped from the copper-colored tufts of hair in his armpits, down his flanks. His cock still stood out, impressively hard, 8 inches from his torso. "Damn," he thought to himself as shame flushed across his face, "why won't my cock go down. These faggots are gonna think I like this." His dick involuntarily throbbed, pulsing in the warm air of his captivity.
"I see your cock is no worse for the wear, Ryan. After three forced orgasms at the mouth of another man, your penis seems to be passing the endurance test rather nicely."
Ryan, looked away. Confusion, anger and shame filled him. He had in fact cum ... cum hard ... from the touch of another man. Waves of revulsion washed over him as he remembered his cumload being auctioned to the highest bidder-- but still his cock pulsed, eager for attention. In each case his cock had been worshipped, teased, adored as it had never been by a woman's mouth.
"You've had your fun, man, now let me go!" Ryan called out, the desperation barely concealed.
"Oh but Ryan, there's lots more 'fun' as you call it, to be had. You are our fuck-toy, Ryan. As long as our little club wants to take advantage of your perfect body, you will be ours. That, my friend, is a statement of fact. We enjoyed watching you ride the mechanical cock earlier, Ryan. It was delicious revenge for a man who has made a professional career out of taunting gay men and mocking his oponents by publicly questioning their sexuality. It was hot beyond words to watch you yield your virgin ass to a 9 inch rubber cock, to fight it, resist it, but ultimately surrender to it."
Ryan's ass still ached from the memory of his forced fuck. His pale ass cheeks clenched slightly.
The voice continued. "I wish you could have seen the moment of submission, Ryan, when your ass relaxed and allowed itself to be filled. How you ever so slightly, without even realizing it, began to back yourself onto the invading dildo, meeting its thrusts. You were probably so focused on the man kneeling at your feet making love to your cock with his mouth that you didn't know you were fucking yourself onto the dildo, did you Ryan?"
Ryan's perfect jaw clenched. His soft sneering lips said nothing.
"Oh, but I forgot, you CAN see the moment of submission. We videotaped it, you see. Insurance, in case you try to report our little fun. We will post it to the internet, so all your fans can see your newest hobby. Here's a sample."
The stadium lights focused on Ryan's eyes dimmed and the two-way mirror in front of him became a projection screen. His tormentor's had used three cameras to film his torment, and clearly had access to state-of-the-art editing facilities. He had been filmed in such a way that no one could see his restraints. It looked like he was willingly standing in the room, taking the rubber cock. Every few minutes the camera focused on Ryan's face, in the throws of his perfect blowjob, saying "Yes, oh god yes, do it..." -- only now it had been edited to look as if he were begging to be fucked. The camera zoomed in for a closeup of his alabaster butt cheeks, the cock-machine plunging into his well-used hole as if Ryan were an old pro at being ass-fucked and not the virgin-recipient of anal sex that he truly was.
"The camera clearly loves you, Ryan," the Voice chuckled.
A tear streamed down Ryan's face.
"Don't cry, Ryan. We're going to give you what you need, don't worry. Now that Ryan's ass has been broken in, who would like to start bidding to be the first human cock to fill it."
Ryan's eyes went wide with terror as the deep voices of some very horny men called out their bids. The winning bidder paid $10,000 for his cherry.
The lights quickly changed. Once again the stadium lights were focused on Ryan's face to not only give his audience of tormentors a good view, but to prevent him from clearly focusing on their faces should he have the opportunity to see them.
"Ryan, you're in for a treat! The winner of our auction has an even bigger cock than you do, just slightly larger than the dildo you took earlier."
There was laughter and applause. Ryan, dangling, wrists in the air, tried to swing free, desperately pulling at the wrist cuffs without success. Then he heard footsteps behind him. The large, rough hands of the winner traced over his flanks, admiring the meat he had just purchased.
"Fuck man, don't do this. I'm begging you."
"No need to beg for it, Ryan," the winner of the auction whispered in his ear, "I'll give you my cock, baby."
The man was several inches taller -- maybe 6'4 -- and as he whispered hotly in Ryan's ear his sweaty chest pressed into Ryan's back. Ryan cringed involuntarily and the man laughed. From behind, the man ran his hands over Ryan's chest, teasing his nipples into diamond-hard tit-points. Ryan could not deny the pleasure he felt, but bit his lip to say nothing to encourage his tormentor. One hand snaked down Ryan's abdomen, playing over each ridge of his eight-pack, until it made contact with Ryan's throbbing dick. The hand wrapped around his cock and begin to gently jerk him off. His other hand moved from Ryan's chest to his waist, pulling the chained man tighter to him. And that's when Ryan felt it.
Nine and a half inches of throbbing cock nestled between Ryan's ass cheeks. "Oh fuck no," Ryan wailed. "Oh fuck yessssssssssssss" his captor answered with a laugh.
Still massaging Ryan's dick with one hand, the captor began to rub his massive erection up and down the cleavage of Ryan's rounded ass cheeks, lubed only with the perspiration that dripped down the x-treme fighter's body. He wanted Ryan to feel its length, its thickness; to try to anticipate the ecstatic agony when the young athlete would be impaled on it.
Ryan could feel the big cock throb, lengthen, get thicker as his potential rapist liberally spread sweat and pre-cum across his asshole. The man kept stroking Ryan's dick, and it felt good, but it would not distract him from fighting off his captor.
Ryan felt the man behind him bend his knees slightly to reposition the mushroom knob at the entrance to his pink ass-pucker. Ryan used all his strength to go up on his toes, to pull away. Ryan was successful in keeping his ass just out of reach so that it could not be penetrated. He was on pointe, like a ballet dancer, with his tormentor's cock poised at his hole, ready for any sign of resistance.
"It's all right, Ryan," his captor whispered hotly into his ear, "I'm in no rush baby. You can't maintain that position forever. Eventually, the lactic acid in your calves will make your legs cramp; the muscles will relax, and gravity will make you sink onto my cock." The man held his waist, not allowing Ryan to struggle or move...just maintain his position.
Ryan struggled and cursed, muttering under his breath as he tried despeartely to maintain his distance. "That's it baby...give in", his tormentor purred. To his audience, Ryan had never looked more handsome...arms overhead, chest and abs taut and slick with sweat, his engorged cock being slow-stroked, as he fought the inevitable.
They watched as his body betrayed him. "Yeah baby, that's right, stop fighting" the man whispered. Ryan's calf's seized and then relaxed. "Good boy" the man coaxed. Ryan's flexed feet slowly flattening to the ground, gravity bring the full force of the 195 pound xtreme fighter's body down onto his tormentor's cock.
The sound of cameras zooming in on his breeched ass buzzed in his ears as Ryan's ass swallowed the invading dick one inch at a time until it was buried balls-deep. "Mmmmmm, fuck," the man whispered hotly into Ryan's ear. Ryan cursed and screamed, but his rapist stroked his body, calming him, knowing that once the initial fire in his guts subsided, Ryan would love this.
He held still, allowing Ryan's ass to accustom itself to being filled. After a moment or two, the man began a slow rocking motion. Eventually, he picked up speed, until the room echoed with the wet sound of Ryan's ass being plowed, the slapping sound of pelvis hitting glutes, of balls slapping against balls.
The man gripped Ryan's shoulder's for leverage, pounding the straight athlete like he was a seasoned back-alley slut. The man was like a fuck-machine -- pistoning into the tight hole with unrelenting force. Ryan had stopped begging...now he moaned from the sheer pleasure of his ass being filled again and again as his cock was stroked. He leaned his head back against the man's shoulder, and moaned that he was about to cum.
"Quick, remove your hand" the unseen voice spoke. There were a flurry of bids for Ryan's load, and the winner quickly took his place at Ryan's feet. He wrapped his lips around the purple knob and held still, suckling on the knob. The cocksucker simply allowed the motion of the fucking to plow Ryan's dick in and out of his mouth.
Two voices began to cry out now -- Ryan and his fucker.
"Take my load up your ass, bitch" the fucker commanded Ryan. Ryan's mind was on overload. He never realized he was going to be seeded -- force not just to be fucked by a man but to takehis cum inside him. The man bucked mercilessly into him, gasped, and held still for a moment. Ryan felt a molten blast of cum shoot up inside his ravaged hole and as he did, he unloaded his own pent-up load into the supplicant mouth kneeling at his feet. The man filled Ryan's ass seven times, til the cum dripped from his overflowing hole down the backs of his muscular thighs. The man at Ryan's feet gagged on Ryan's thick cumblasts. He had never cum so hard. The cocksucker struggled to swallow it all as Ryan twisted and spasmed. At last, when they were all through, the men stepped away from Ryan.
'Nicely done, Ryan Connolly" the voice echoed from the darkness. "We are almost done. Just a few dozen more loads and you will be freed. But don't worry, you'll be back. And willingly. You have been trained to love the dick. To crave it inside you. You have cum in a man's mouth with more intensity than any women has ever provided. And now we own you. You will bring us your ass and your cock, and in return we will give you pleasure you have only dreamed of. And what's more, we will use you to lure other homophobic assholes to our little dungeon, so they too can get the punishment they so richly deserve. But get some rest now Ryan. Let your balls refill. There are a lot of hungry mouths waiting for a taste of your cock; and a lot of hungry cocks waiting for a taste of your sweet ass. Rest Ryan. Rest."
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