By Pup Nitro
Jake:
As Ian starts to go down, I guide him backward toward a chair that I had maneuvered behind him. This really was too easy. I’ve been waiting to get him in my trap for a while now — and he just fell right in like a spider in a web. He just went under briefly, so he isn’t going to be out for very long. As soon as his ass hits the chair, I get to work with the straps binding him to the chair. His arms pulled behind him fit nicely in the grooves in the chair. His shoulders are going to be aching really badly after this. Sounds to me like we have tomorrow’s gym routine decided.
He starts grunting into that disgusting gag, so I know he’s almost back with me now. Seriously — who lets someone gag them with their own dirty jock soaked in stale morning piss? Disgusting faggot.
With him grunting more urgently now, I know he is remembering where he is and how he got here. I quickly pull his thick, muscled thighs apart and strap his legs to the chair so his legs are at an extended angle, leaving his sore balls vulnerable for me.
“So you put the pieces of the puzzle together finally?” I growled in his ear.
Grunt
“Looks like you’re thinking with the wrong head here, faggot,” I say, as I grip his hard shaft, making him groan into his gag. “I’ll bet those nuts are just aching — been in that stretcher since this morning — over 11 hours at this point.”
I start putting pressure on his balls, making him groan again.
I step back to look at the hot, muscled body that isn’t going anywhere for a while, and I feel myself throb in excitement. I’ve wanted to get my hands on this body for a while, and he kept playing coy. Kept acting like he was just too good for it. Not knowing that when I was over at his place, I saw his porn collection and knew exactly what got his rocks off. He had no idea that we had so much in common.
I pull my chair up right in front of him and enjoy watching his muscles strain as he pulls against his restraints. Fucker doesn’t know I’m not new to this rodeo. I know exactly what to use on a big, strong guy to make sure he goes nowhere until I say so.
“Listen up, faggot. Time to talk. You will be responding with one grunt for ‘yes’ and two grunts for ‘no.” Can you hear me clearly?”
Grunt
“You need to know now — that if your mouth says something other than what your cock says, then it won’t end well for you. Is that clear?”
Grunt
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
Grunt
“Good to know faggot. I know all your dark secrets, and everything that cranks your gears. That terrifies you, doesn’t it?”
Grunt
“Are you ready for me to let you up and end all of this?”
GRUNT GRUNT
“I thought as much. You want me to just make it harder to handle, don’t you?” I say as I lean forward and stroke his cock slowly.
GRUUNNNTTTTT
“You probably want me to push you over the edge and make you blow that load, don’t you?”
GGRRRUUUUUUNNNNNTTTTTTT
I keep stroking him slowly — using his own precum as the best lube ever created. I keep going slowly — focusing a lot of attention right on the shiny head and listening close to his breathing. I start speeding up, and he starts breathing heavier.
He starts breathing heavier, and right before he blows his wad I take my hands off his slick cock and sit back in the chair as he howls in the jock. Just as his howls start to slow down, I add a pair of nipple clamps on his perky nipples simultaneously. These clamps are pretty nasty in their bite but won’t actually draw blood. It makes him start screaming into that gag again though — music to my ears.
“You’re going to be my personal play toy from now on. You know that, right?”
Hesitation and silence …
“I asked you a question, faggot!” I said as I slapped his stretched nuts, making him scream again.
GRUNT!!!
“Good faggot, you didn’t lie. You learn quickly for a big, dumb meathead.” As soon as I called him that, his 8-inch meat throbbed again. Sick bastard. “Listen closely. I am pulling your gag out. If you make one sound, then you will feel pain you’ve never felt before, and you will be kicked out the door for good. Do I make myself clear as glass?”
Grunt
I reach behind his head and unbuckle the plug gag and pull out the dirty jock out and toss it to the floor. I grip his jaw and hold it open. I clear my throat from deep down and launch a phlegm rocket in his open mouth and watch it hit the back of his throat and slide down. I look down, and his cock is now oozing precum again and throbbing more than ever. The veins are standing up tall all along the length like it’s ready to explode.
I reach down and grab the bucket of the rest of my morning piss that I had soaked his jock in and bring the bucket up to his lips. As I start tipping it back, I only say, “Drink,” and he gets the point very quickly. I keep tipping the bucket higher and higher as he drains it. This piss has been sitting in here for over 12 hours. This is going to be even easier than I thought. As soon as the bucket is empty I sit it down and shove my cock down his throat and start pissing my fresh load down his trap. God, that feels so good. I look down, and his cock looks like it will explode any moment now. Is this pig really going to shoot his load without me touching him?
When my stream slows down, I reach down and tug the chain from the nipple clamps as I grow completely hard down his throat. I keep tugging the chain as my 8.5 inches pass the back of his throat and he starts to gag, and I start to thrust in and out, slowly enjoying the tight throat.
“Gonna have to work on your oral skills, faggot, or you won’t spend much time breathing during blowjobs. Not like I give a fuck either way. I love the feeling of a bitch gagging around my cock.”
The harder I tug on the clamps, the harder I throb in his throat. I’m not going to last very long at this rate at all. I look down and see the purple head of his cock is looking so hard that it must hurt at this point. Poor guy has blue balls too, I’ll bet.
I pinch his nose closed, and I start thrusting heavily in and out of his throat, making him gag and choke. Throat slime is running down his face, and seeing that just drives me crazy. I keep pounding away at his throat, making him gag more and more. I finally get to the point where I can cum any time I damn well want, and I just keep holding his nose closed while I’m buried balls deep all 8.5 inches so he can’t breathe around it. I’m completely blocking his airway at this point. Just as he is struggling to pull back against the back of the chair so he can get a breath, I know he can’t last much longer and I blast my load straight down his throat as I pull as hard as I can on the nipple clamps. Just as I tug hard enough that they both pull off I yell at him, “CUM FAGGOT AND SCREAM WHILE YOU DO!” I start yelling primal screams as I keep blasting load after load down his throat, feeling him screaming around my cock. He is going through the last of his air supply, screaming from the pleasure, and I feel his hot load hit the back of my legs and ass standing above him. Just as his body goes limp, I let go of his nose and he starts gasping for breath right through my trimmed, sweaty pubes.
Still buried in his throat, pulled back just enough that he can get some air, I reach down and grab the jock from earlier. I reach behind me and wipe up his load from the back of my legs with the jock. Just as I pull out of his throat I stuff the jock back in his mouth while he keeps trying to catch his breath.
I step back and look down at the hot muscle pig strapped down to the chair. I’ve been wanting this for way too long.
I pick up a warm, wet rag from the nearby table, and I clean up his cock. Before he can get hard again, I slide his cock into the tube of a steel chastity cage and secure it behind his cock and balls. Looks great with the ball weight hanging down from underneath.
Such a good pig — he learns very quickly and remembered to stay quiet. Good to know that threats work well with this one.
As soon as I get the cock cage locked on he fills it up immediately, throbbing in frustration.
“Listen closely, pig. I’m not going to repeat myself. That cage can’t be removed by anyone but me. It’s not just a typical padlock on it. The way it’s built, you can’t get to any part of the mechanism to even cut it off. I don’t plan on removing it anytime soon, either. You’ve already proven with the right stimuli you can shoot hands free. However, if you ever shoot a load without my permission, then I’m going to make you feel pain that you’ve never even imagined before. You can take that promise to the bank. From now on you are my toy. When we step into the gym, that is your domain and I will give you that one small realm of control to continue as my personal trainer. However, anything outside of the gym is all my world, and you will have no say in what happens. Do you understand?”
Grunt
“Do you have any questions?”
Grunt Grunt
“Good pig. Do you have anything to say?”
Grunt
I reach up and pull the gag out of his mouth and he remains silent. Good pig.
“Speak,” I say
“Thank you, SIR!” He said in his military private voice again.
“Anything else?”
Grunt Grunt
This story is a work of fiction written by Pup Nitro. This story has been cross-posted to different locations by the author.