The homophobic jock's humiliating gay bondage experience continues when he is delivered back to the fighting ring and his two rivals get a chance for some revenge; forcing him to suck their big cocks then take them up his ass.
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The Forced Milking of Ryan Connolly - Part 3
by GuysGoNakieForMe
Series: The Forced Milking of Ryan Connolly
Ryan Connolly woke dazed and confused, his muscles aching, his balls empty. As his eyes began to focus he realized he was laying prone inside the Xtreme Fighting Arena where he'd won his victory just the night before. At least, he THOUGHT it was the night before. He'd lost all track of time during his ordeal. His mind still woozy from the effects of the the drug he'd been slipped, he couldn't remember what was real and what wasn't. He still had on his tight spandex fighting trunks which barely contained a dick that was 8 inches and thick, even when soft. His ass was sore… like after a good martial arts workout. Had it all been a dream?
He sat up. The arena seemed to be deserted but the seats were pitch black. All that was lit was the interior of the cage. Suddenly he heard the clang of a door. Then another. Two sets of bare-footed footsteps slapped against the floor as they made their way to the stage. Ryan squinted to make out who they were, but wasn't able to focus until the intruders entered the ring one at a time.
On the right side of the ring stood Tony Sanchez, a latino Xtreme fighter he had once defeated. Tony's dark curly close-cropped hair glistened in the arena lighting. Dark brows, straight Roman nose -- perfect except for a slight scar from where it had been broken and reset -- a square chin, and curling lips that pouted arrogantly. Tony said nothing. Just stood there all of 6' 5", looking at Ryan defeated, weak and crouching on the padded floor. His breathing was deep and controlled, each breath making the square peeks rise and fall, nipples soft pink and full as gumdrops. His eight-pack abs taut with each intake of air. Jeesus, Ryan thought, why am I even looking at him … like that.
On the other side of the ring stood Paul Polaski, a strapping blond farmboy with upturned nose and a smattering of freckles that cross-hatched the bridge of his nose and his broad shoulders. Like Sanchez, Polaski had fallen loser to Connolly in the arena, and was smugly smiling at Ryan's weak position now.
"You get a note too, Polaski?" Sanchez barked across the ring.
"Yeah, told me to be here at 9 if I wanted to get a little revenge."
"Guess Connolly here pissed off one too many people. I wouldn't mind getting a little practice in," Sanchez called back, punching his fist into his palm.
Suddenly a voice boomed out of the darkness through the arena's loudspeaker:
"Oh no, Mr. Sanchez … we intend a different kind of revenge."
With that the arena's overhead board lit up with a video image. A snarling, arrogant Ryan Connolly was being interviewed. "That faggot Sanchez, he was easy to bring down. He spends so much time on his knees, he was practically BEGGING to be pinned." This was quickly followed by another clip. "Polaski? When I had him in that final hold, he was practically begging to be my bitch. I may have to take him shoe shopping after the showers!" he laughed.
Both fighters bristled.
The voice interrupted: "I thought you gentleman might be interested in seeing some of Ryan's new workout techniques."
The screen suddenly shifted to images of Ryan, strapped spread-eagle being force-milked; sucked; fucked by the mechanical cock; and then fucked by no fewer than a dozen men who splattered their cum across his ass, back, chest and pretty face.
"Now that Ryan has been taught some respect by strangers, I thought it might be time for some of his colleagues to help Ryan exercise some newfound discipline."
Each of the fighters had been adjusting their shorts during the video display… their cocks lengthening and thickening at the sight of Ryan taking load after load of cum… like some cheap porn slut. Neither fighter had ever fucked a man before, but Ryan wasn't a man… he was going to be a little bitch-boy.
Each man stepped forward, crossing to Ryan, still prone on his knees.
"Kiss my dick through my trunks, bitch" Sanchez said, his voice already gruff with sex-need.
"Fuck off Sanchez," Ryan managed to stutter.
A beefy hand backhanded across his face leaving a stinging red hand-print.
"Kiss my dick through my trunks, bitch" Sanchez repeated.
Connolly looked up into the latino fighter's dark eyes and spit in his face.
Sanchez sent a bare foot kicking into Ryan's midsection, knocking the wind out of him. "Grab his arms" Sanchez ordered Polaski. The blond farmboy knelt behind Ryan and took his arms in a vice-like grip, his freckled chest pressing into Connolly's back.
With an evil smile, Sanchez peeled his trunks down to mid thigh, releasing an 8 inch length of uncut cock.even semi-hard, the skin still clung to the head, revealing just a hint of the moist rosy knob below. He stepped closer, his cock almost laying against the tethered fighter's lips.
"Kiss it, Connolly. And if you even think of biting it, I will hick your teeth down your throat."
Polaski pushed Ryan forward, forcing his lips against the hit slab of cock.
"Mmmmm", Sanchez moaned, "that's a good girl. Part those lips baby. Take it in your mouth."
Ryan opened his mouth to protest and that was all the impetus Sanchez needed to shift his hips forward, just an inch, just enough to slip his knob inside that hot sweet mouth.
Hot salty precum dripped onto Rayn's tongue, and instinctively he went to lick it up. His tongue ran in a slow circle round the latino fighter's cock knob.
"Fuck yes…" Sanchez moaned, "suck that dick." Ryan began to slurp wetly.
The latino knotted his fingers thru Ryan's hair, holding the prone, dazed and drugged fighter in his steely grip. Each cock thrust, drove his dick deeper. When he breeched the constricting throat and heard him CHOKE on his pinga for the first time, he sighed deeply, "Mmmm, maricon."
Out of control, he held the gagging Ryan Connolly on his fat dick as he began skull-fucking him. "You're my personal cock-sucker now, Connolly. Once you taste this cock-milk, you'll never go back to pussy", he said with a sneering laugh.
Ryan panicked. This mother-fucker is going to make me drink his cum.
"So close…"
He tried to pull off, but Sanchez' grip was irresistible…
"Keep sucking…"
Sanchez's fucking was relentless. With his eyes closed, this was Maria's mouth, not Connolly's, and he was mouthfucking her like a a total slut, the way he NEVER could for real.
"Got a big load for you…"
Connolly tried to pull away, but Polaski held him firm. He was making sure Ryan wasn't going anywhere. Connolly only succeeded in pulling free of Sanchez' dick for a moment, but it was just as the first BLAST of thick cream SPLATTERED across his face. It painted his cheeks and lips. Then Sanchez stuffed his dick back between his lips and DUMPED another load across his tongue.
The mouthful of cum made the perfect lube for Tony Sanchez to STUFF his dick throat-deep. Ryan Connolly GAGGED has the big dick filled his gullet, spitting two or three more creamblasts. Sanchez' tan, muscled thighs framed Connoly's face, his balls slapping against Ryan's chin.
"Take it ALL bitch", Sanchez sighed, giving Connolly one last hose-blast of cum directly down his throat. Then he pulled his big dick out of Ryan's mouth. It glistened with spit and cum. Ryan coughed and sputtered. "Lick it clean", Sanchez commanded, and Polaski pushed the bent form of Ryan Connolly forward to tongue-wash the Tony Sanchez' cock. When it was clean, Sanchez said, "Your turn, Polaski".
"Help me drag him over to the cage wall," Paul Polaski called out.
Earlier Polaski had noticed two leather cuff-straps at waist height attached to the cage wall. Whoever had sent the invitations to Sanchez and Polaski had thought of everything. They strapped the barely resisting Connolly into the restraints. Paul Polaski stepped back, hooked his thumbs into his shorts, and dropped them.
Ryan gasped at the sight of the strapping blond farmboy and his ten inch dick. Suddenly he knew why he needed to be restrained. He fought at the wrist cuffs, but they held him secure.
"Yeah," Paul said with an impish laugh which forced a dimple. "No chick has ever been able to take this dick down her throat. You're gonna be the first … even if i have to choke u to death on it"
He slapped the fat tube of cock against his palm. Sanchez went to the prone figure of Ryan Connolly and grabbed his chin, forcing it open. Then he pinched the fighters nose closed to guarantee that this mouth wasn't going to close on its own.
Paul Polaski stepped forward, bringing a fist-sized cock-knob to Ryan's lips. Ryan's eyes went wide with terror. He tried to shake his head "no" but Sanchex held his head pinned against the cage.
Polaski, stuffed his knob into Ryan's mouth and heard the man moan in defeat.
"Lots of spit," Polaski advised, "or you're gonna have a tough time".
Grabbing the cage for leverage, Polaski fed the prone Ryan Connolly his dick one inch at a time.
"One…Two…Three"… Sanchez was counting off the inches as they filled Connolly's mouth… "Five… Six…"
Connolly's jaws ACHED as the huge fuckpole made it's slow descent. At seven inches, Polaski's cock met the opening of Paul's throat. This was usually the limit, but he was determined to throat-fuck Ryan into total submission.
With his head pinned to the metal cage and gripped in the hold of Tony Sanchez, Ryan Connolly had no choice but to surrender his throat to Paul Polaski's ten inch dick.
With a determined sneer, Paul forced his cock deeper…deeper… Paul felt Ryan's throat MILKING his dick, his nose buried in a bush of pubes that was blond as straw. Each brutal thrust sent Ryan's head SMASHING into the metal cage, but he didn't care. Paul never felt anything like this and he didn't stop till cum was dripping from the corner's of Ryan Connolly's slutty mouth.
"Excellent job, gentlemen" the voice on the loudspeaker said, "Why don't you get some water, before you fuck his ass."
Slumped in a corner, throat raw from cocksucking, Ryan was too hoarse to beg for this to stop. Instead, he frantically pulled at the restraints, his taut slim body glistening with perspiration as the two fighters went to their corners. It was only as Paul Polaski and Tony Sanchez got to their stools, water bottles to their mouths, that Ryan noticed the pile of condoms, rags, lube and toys beside each chair. It was then that he also noticed the four cameras strategically placed around the arena, red lights blinking, recording every agonizing moment of Ryan Connolly's humiliation.
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Xtreme fighter Ryan Connolley floated between consciousness and unconsciousness. His mind was dazed, his throat dry, and his ass was sore … like after a really good martial arts workout. He'd had the most fucked-up dream - - drugged, kidnapped by a conglomerate of faggots determined to revenge themselves on him for his homophobic comments and actions, he'd been held against his will, bound and forced to be the sex slave of dozens of anonymous bidders who used him for their depraved needs -- including handing him over to two Xtreme competitors whose asses he'd previously kicked in the ring, to let them get a little revenge by turning him into their personal cocksucker. "Note to self", Ryan thought with a smile, "after a match, when you down the sixth beer, STOP". Too much alcohol could give a guy truly whacked out dreams!
He tried to roll over but he was being held in position, tight, by his wrists. WTF??? His eyelids opened a crack and he was instantly blinded by stadium lighting. He could make out the leather straps that bound his wrists securely to the wall of the Xtreme Fighting cage. His lean, body glistened like a mirror, the sweat reflected the lights, totally smooth except for the thin treasure trail from his navel to the the copper-colored bush of pubes that framed his uncut irish dick. He tried to speak, but only a croak came out, his throat had been rubbed raw… by what?
Ryan tested the wrist-cuffs…his biceps, chest and abs perfectly defined as his muscles resisted against the impervious restraints. Suddenly a voice blared thru the loudspeaker. It seemed familiar … but from where?
"Our friend Ryan has rejoined us. That means it's time for round 2." And a bell rang from somewhere in the distance. As Ryan opened his eyes, images came into sharper focus. At two corners of the ring, stood Paul Polaski and Tony Sanchez, the two fighters from his dream. They stood naked, sweaty and hard … and when they saw him staring at their massive, erect cocks, they looked at one another and smiled.
Had he really been their cocksucker, Ryan wondered, his parched tongue tracing over chapped lips. And then he tasted it… the dried, salty remnants of what could only be cum that had splattered across his mouth. Oh God, he realized, this is REAL!!!
Polaski, blond, freckled, with the pug nose of a corn-fed farmboy stood 6'5 and had a massive cock. Ten inches. Ryan knew this because Polaski had ordered Sanchez to call out the inches as he stuffed Ryan Connolley's mouth full of cock.
Sanchez was latino, 6'4, dark tan, dark hair, dark eyes, perfectly rounded peeks capped with pink gumdrop-shaped nipples that stood out in contrast with his complexion. His uncut cock stood out at 90 degrees, the foreskin still clinging to the knob, showing just a hint of the crimson knob that burned, hidden beneath the thin layer of protective skin.
Polaski grabbed a bench; Sanchez grabbed a box with lube and condoms. Together they strode towards Ryan with confidence. They flanked either side of the prone and bound Ryan Connolley. Ryan could smell the musk of sweat and sex in the air.
"You awake?", Polaski asked with a smile? "We want to make sure you feel every second of this. Remember every INCH of it."
Ryan didn't respond.
"No? Maybe this will wake you up, maricon", and with that Tony Ranchez doused Ryan Connolleys face with a bucket of ice water. Ryan jumped and flailed, wrists still bound to the cage as he sputtered water from his nostrils and mouth. The ice water dripped down his chest, making his tawny, dime-sized nipples stiffen.
"Oooh, look, our girlfriend's tities are nice and hard. She must be glad to see us!" and the two laughed. Polaski reached down, laying a beefy, calloused hand on Ryan's chest, and let his thumb trace a slow circle around his left tit. Sanchez did the same with Ryan's right nipple, matching Polaski for speed and pressure.
Ryan's face blushed with shame as the two bruisers gently worked his tits until he moaned involuntarily. "Yeah? You like that baby?", Sanchez asked Ryan in the same tone of voice that the latino fighter used when he was tonguing his girlfriend Maria's pussy. Ryan, tried to fight the impulse, but he moaned again. "Well the night is still young, sweetheart," said Polaski with a laugh, "and we're gonna have a lot of fun."
Polaski reached under the small of Ryan's back with one arm, and grabbed Ryan's legs with the other, cradling him and lifting him like a ragdoll Pieta. As Ryan was raised, Sanchez slipped the padded bench beneath him, and then Ryan was laid on the bench. His wrists were still bound to the cage walls.
"We're going to fuck you now, Connolley," Polaski whispered right into his ear. Ryan felt the hot damp breath; heard the words; and his eyes went wide with terror. He tried to speak, but his throat had been fucked raw by two cocks, and all that came out was "Noooo".
"Oh don't worry, baby, we're gonna take our time. I'm gonna fuck you; Sanchez here is gonna fuck you; we're gonna take your ass TOGETHER." Polaski let the impact of this sink in a moment. "And then, we're gonna start all over again, you whore. Now nod if you understand."
Ryan was too shocked to move.
SMACK. A beefy hand left a stinging red mark across his face. "I said NOD if you understand."
Ryan nodded, heat radiating through his cheek.
"Much better. Things will go much smoother if we all understand what's going to happen. And remember, put on a nice show for the cameras!"
Ryan's eyes registered the flashing red lights positioned strategically in the dark. He could hear their electric BUZZ as they zoomed in on his face…his body…oh God.
"Get us nice and hard now, faggot," Polaski ordered. Both fighters flanked Ryan's bench and presented their cocks to his unwilling mouth. They rubbed their cock- knobs across his lips, painting them with two sets of precum. "Kiss them, baby," Sanchez instructed.
In a daze, Ryan Connolley let his full lips part and wrap around the head of Sanchez dick. His lips peeled the foreskin back, and his tongue cooled down the red hot cock-head with two or three teasing circles. "Good girl," Sanchez moaned, "You got real cock-sucking lips, you know that? They were MEANT to suck dick."
Ryan's cheeks flushed with shame. Then he felt Polaski pull his head violently. His month was facing a cock knob the size of an avocado! How could he EVER get his lips around that monster. "You can do it, Connolley. You done it before."
Peripherally, Ryan could see that the giant screens on the arena walls were flashing still shots of Ryan sucking Paul Polaski's massive dick. In many his eyes were bugged out from the effort, but his mouth had managed to stretch to accommodate Polaski's battering ram. Polaski knotted his fingers thru Connolley's curly auburn hair, grabbed his chin and pulled it toward the ground, and STUFFED the knob into Ryan's mouth.
Ryan panicked…slobbering around the intruder in his mouth…flickering his tongue and sending mouthfuls of saliva around the head. Polaski moaned. "Fuck man, no girl has ever been able to give me really good head before. Keep it up Connolley". Ryan tried pulling at the wrist restraints to signal that anything he was doing was NOT intentional; it was self-preservation. By massaging Polaski's cock with his tongue, he was just trying to keep an open airway. Paul Polaski didn't give a damn about WHY his cock was being sucked so good…he just didn't want it to stop.
"Sanchez, take his ass first. Open him up for me." Ryan tried to protest but all that came out was a hoarse moan, muffled by Paul Polaski's cock in his mouth. The vibrations sure felt good, Polaski thought.
Sanchez opened a bottle of baby oil and spread it on his cock. Then he took an oily finger, teased it two or three times at the pink ballon-knot entrance to Ryan Connolley's ass, and slipped a finger inside. Ryan moaned again, and Polaski said "I don't know what you just did, Sanchez, but keep doing it."
Tony Sanchez filled Ryan's ass with his long thick finger, riding it slowly in and out the way Maria liked her cunt played with. "Ain't no different," Sancez thought to himself. He reached up and teased Ryan's titie with the other hand and now, not only was Ryan moaning, his ass muscles began to clench around Tony's finger. Tony smiled. "I'm turning this faggot out!"
Tony slipped a second finger up inside Ryan…than a third… Ryan was in a daze. Still foggy from the drugs, he was lying there bound, legs spread like a whore, being fingerfucked and mouth-raped in the same arena that he'd beaten these guys in Xtreme fights.
"Time for the real thing, baby," Tony said with an evil laugh, slipping his fingers from Ryan's hole. "And it's gonna hurt!"
"Better be careful now, sweetheart," Polaski whispered, "you're doing a real nice job sucking daddy's dick, but if i feel so much as a tooth scrape my dick when Sanchez here fucks you, I'm going to beat you to a pulp."
Ryan felt the fat latino knob press against his hole… the pressure increase… his hips being grabbed and pulled forward, and the hot full feeling of penetration as Tony Sanchez filled his ass slowly. "I want to make sure you feel every inch, bitch."
"No. Fuck no…." Ryan screamed in his mind, unable to speak, his mouth completely stuffed with not even the first three inches of Paul Polaski's magnificent cock. Ryan's eyes filled with tears. "Aw, look Tony, your fucking him so good, he's crying for joy!" And the two laughed.
In a matter of moments, the two rapists had found a nice easy-going rhythm… one where they could maintain themselves JUST on the threshold of pleasure without cumming too soon. They fucked Ryan like this for 20 minutes, his mind on overload, registering the sensations, the pains, the pleasures. "Time to switch off," Polaski called out.
Sanchez slipped his dick from the tortured fuck-hole, and switched positions with Polaski. When the tall blond pulled his cock from Ryan's mouth, the tethered cocksucker gasped, enjoying the pleasure of cool air filling his lungs.
"Plug his mouth, Sanchez…he's gonna be screaming in a second."
Sanchez tugged off his rubber and tossed it onto the center of Ryan Connolley's chest like a trophy. "Gimme some mouth love, baby," Tony said as he stuffed his cock into Ryan's mouth. "And remember what Polaski said about biting. His dick is almost twice as big as mine and if I feel you start to bite my dick when he fucks you, that will be the last thing you ever do. Now suck it, bitch."
Tony' cock slid throat deep, but still was more manageable than Polaski's. Soon Sanchez had a nice throat-fucking rhythm going, and the salty taste of precum and the slapping of Sanchez' balls against his chin distracted Ryan while Paul Polaski rubbered up.
Without warning he felt the monster knob at his hole. Ryan instinctively clenched his ass-cheeks tight. He felt a hard SLAP against his ass, and then Polaski grabbed his ankles and spread his legs like a wishbone. "Relax, bitch, relax… or I'll snap you in two, I swear it." Ryan let his sphincter relax, and that was all Polaski needed to drive his dick up inside Ryan Connoley's hole.
Connolley bucked, his back arching as his body instinctively tried to pull away, but Polaski held him tight, and what little Ryan was able to move away onely drove Tony Sanchez' cock down his throat even deeper.
"Fuck yes, take it bitch," Polaski screamed as he buried his cock to the hilt. He felt Ryan's ass muscles quiver and clench, milking his pole. Shit, if he stayed perfectly still, Connolley could probably do all the work, milking him right over the edge. But that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to fuck Connolley up. He pulled back, slowly, letting the Xtreme fighter feel it, and then SLAMMED it back deep. Slowly pulling it out almost to the tip, and SLAMMING it back deep. Connolley's face was ashen, every muscle taut, as Polaski slowly pulled it out almost to the tip, and SLAMMED it back deep. Gradually Polaski picked up speed, increasing his rhythm, riding that ass hard.
"Pull your dick out of his mouth, Sanchez, I want to hear him scream."
Sanchez withdrew, and as Polaski deep-fucked Ryan, Connolley kept moaning, begging for mercy … but only getting cock. Sanchez undid the leather loops from Ryan's wrists. Ryan was so physically drained, drugged, deprived of sleep, in shock form his physical assault, that he couldn't try to escape.
Helping him up and turning him to face Polaski, Sanchez threw Ryan's arms over Paul's massive shoulders just as the blond grabbed Ryan's legs and lifted him in the air. Quickly positioning his cock back at the entrance of Ryan's hole, Paul sat Connolley down on his dick, gravity forcing him to take the hole thing. Wrapping Ryan's legs around his waist, Polaski began to bounce the auburn-haired fighter up and down on his dick. Laughing, he pole-walked Ryan around the arena, showing off to the cameras, as Ryan tried to voice a wordless protest.
Meanwhile, Sanchez, laid a fresh dry towel over the sweet-glistening bench in preparation for the final humiliation. As Paul completed his "victory lap", the blond approached the bench, turning with his back to it, and sat down on the edge. Ryan was now sitting in his lap, with ten inches of cock up his ass.
"Bounce on that pole, bitch. Let me see some pole dancing."
Using Polaski's broad shoulders for leverage, Ryan pushed against them to raise himself, and then let himself slip back down to the root of Paul Polaski's cock.
"Again."
Ryan repeated it, feeling Polaski's cock THROB when he bottomed out.
"Yeah, fuck yourself onto me. Show everyone how much you NEED this big dick inside you"
Ryan began to ride the cock, picking up speed, feeling it throb. If he could only make Polaski cum, this nightmare would be over.
"Not so fast whore," Polaski sneered, holding Ryan in place. Then he laid back on the bench, pulling Ryan forward so that his face was against Polaski's chest with his ass still pinned onto his cock. Sanchez was now standing behind him, his cock re-rubbered and liberally oiled. Sanchez brought his knob to the entrance of Ryan's already full ass. "Take a deep breath, and relax", Sanchez instructed.
"Fuck noooooo," Ryan croaked out.
"Fuck yessssss," Sanchez moaned as he stuffed his cock up inside, sharing Ryan Connolley's tight ass in a perfect double penetration. "You got 18 inches of cock in your ass bitch"
They rocked Ryan back and forth, slowly at first, making him do all the work to milk their dicks. Spittle dripped from the corners of Ryan's mouth as he was forced to fuck both cocks, feeling the intense friction. Soon they started to move in opposition…Paul pulling back as Sanchez drove his dick forward, and then Polaski shoving forward as Tony withdrew. Faster…faster they fucked him like this…till they were both SLAMMING Ryan's ass with a passion they never used before. "Maria never lets me fuck her ass this hard, this deep," Sanchez moaned. "No bitch has ever been able to take this dick in their ass at ALL," Polaski laughed with the pleasure of a six-year old finding a new bicycle under the tree on Christmas Day. "I'm gonna cum, man". "Me too."
They quickly lifted Ryan off their dicks, jumped up and stood at Ryan's shoulders. They each pulled off their rubbers, and once again deposited them on Ryan's chest. "Open wide, whore…you earned this." Ryan turned to ask what for, only to be DOUSED with the first blast of Paul Polaski's cumload. It splattered across his cheek and lips, dripping into his open mouth. Sanchez grabbed his chin to force his mouth open as the first salty blast erupted from his dick, a gusher that painted his tongue. Polaski PUMPED another blast directly into Ryan's open mouth, and Sanchez added a second blast to the cum-pool swirling around in Ryan's mouth. The two blasted eight shots a piece, filling Ryan's mouth to overflowing. They could hear the cameras from every angle zooming in for a nice closeup.
"Gargle that cum, whore. Then swallow it." Ryan struggled to swallow it all without choking. Then Polaski held his shoulders to the bench as Sanchez grabbed the milking machine from the corner and slipped the hosed appendage over Ryan Connolley's cock. With a flick of a switch, Ryan felt the nozzle over his dick begin to squeeze and tease his erection. Polaski straddled Connolley's face, allowing the prone fighter to suckle on the tip of his dick and swallow the last sweet remnants of cum, as Sanchez slipped his still hard cock up inside Ryan's ass.
"Cum for them, bitch, with our dicks up inside you, cum for them." The milking machine was buzzing and humming now, picking up speed beyond Ryan's endurance. Ryan's body ached, every muscle straining as he tried to resist. The longer he held out, the faster the machine doubled its efforts, and the harder the two fighters fucked his mouth and ass. "This bitch is gonna get another load out of me", Polaski sighed contentedly. "Me too," Sanchez said with a groan. The intensity was too much for Ryan, and he began to buck, fucking the machine. His cock began to blast with a force he'd never experienced before, just as Polaski's second load filled his mouth and Sanchez un-rubbered cock shot a cumload right up his ass filling it with warm jizm. Ryan's thick cream pumped through the clear tube of the milker, filling a beaker on the edge of the stage.
"How much am I bid for this fresh protein shake" the voice blared once again, from the loudspeaker. "Remember, the first load is always the most potent, and we only have 10 or 15 loads we can produce from him this session."
Ten to fifteen loads??? That would take hours…days. Ryan moaned softly, accepting his fate, as he tongue-bathed Paul Polaski's cock clean. Paul ruffled his hair, gratefully, as Tony Sanchez gave Ryan's ass a playful swat… a creamy river of cum dripping from the swollen and stretched ass-lips.
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