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Subject: Conquest of the Latin Stallion This story is purest fiction. The inspiration, however, came from a fan, who sent me his hot photo and asked to write a story around it. I am most grateful for his ideas and friendly guidance. Should – apart from this – the characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person, living or dead, it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly coincidences. This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate sex. If it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location, then please don’t. If you are offended by acts of sexuality between consenting and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story. Really don’t do it! The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior described in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what they are doing. Conquest of the Latin Stallion (BB/M) It was a very odd smell that filled the chemistry laboratory at the Caldwell Scientific High School. “Oh no,” Howie moaned when the greasy steam from the gooey jelly in the cauldron hit his face and condensed on his glasses. Clumsily he removed the glasses and struggled to clean them with a Kleenex. His best friend Don giggled. Their biology teacher had given them a project to research on the propagation behavior of the male species. The project spec sheet advised them to start research at the local horse racing stable in order to get first hand information on horse breeding. One of the friendly veterinary assistants at the stable had provided them with some sperm that had been collected from the studhorses. “What are you laughing? It’s not funny at all. I wasted half of our stallion jism for nothing…” Howie lamented. Don grinned at his friend. He waved with a booklet that he had “borrowed” from his brother Brian. “Howie, you should have a look at this. Did you know that some guys get turned on by having their asses rimmed?” Don asked. Howie blushed. Neither he nor Donald had so far had any sexual experiences apart from secret jack-off sessions under the sheets or in the shower. The two scrawny teens had a reputation as hopeless nerds and none of the girls at high school were too keen to be seen with the pale-faced boys with their bony meager chests who never participated in any sports activity. “You are kiddin’, who would do such a nasty thing? Licking another guy’s bunghole?” Howie tried to sound disgusted. He was proud to use the term ‘bunghole’. “No, no, it’s all in here. My brother brought it from his last trip to L.A…” Donald assured. “Ohh, man, just look at this one,” Don pointed at a photo showing a woman sucking a man while simultaneously being fucked by another guy from behind,” they call it spit roasting, you know?!” Howie faked disinterest, while he stared at the booklet. “How to drive your lover crazy” was written on the front page. “We just need to copy that book and the project is done. No need to simmer horse cum and to spend time with these ugly stinking beasts.” Donald explained cunningly. “But the teacher wants practical experiments, to get an `A’ “, Howie doubted that they would get away that easily. “Ah, relax buddy, we’ll find a solution for this. Now get your things cleaned up, we are already late for dinner and our folks at home are going to worry…” Donald said. The handsome young man at the chest press had stripped his scarlet-red wrestling singlet down to his 32 inch waist. His face with the distinctive Latin features contorted while his bulging biceps pushed the 220 pounds of weight. A tiny film of perspiration covered the smooth light-brown skin. His well-defined washboard abs strained and rippled with the rhythm of his pushes. Damon Valderrama liked to push his chiseled body to its limits. His regular workouts had produced a classic Latin masculine dream body that was exuding a raw, almost animal like masculinity. His compact hard muscles were evenly developed. He was purposefully avoiding an exaggerated bodybuilder frame and kept his 6 ft. body in symmetry. There was not an ounce of excess of body fat, just 185 lb. of pure beefy muscle. His dark brown hair was buzz cut and his face wore a both charming and erotic seductive smile that made it most easy for him to score with the girls. The chicks liked his hard body, in particular his sexy buttocks and he liked it when they were sinking their nails into his ass cheeks while he was screwing them. Damon forced the strings of his skintight singlet over his broad shoulders and adjusted his impressive package into the jock-strap. Three days without sex in the restrictive environment of the tournament had left the virile muscle boy, at 23 years in the prime of his life, with aching balls close to bursting from his hot Latin seed. He needed a tight juicy cunt, badly. He imagined himself hunched over one of the local chicks and plowing her tight pussy with his 11-inch fuck rod. He almost felt her sharp finger nails scratching ecstatic across his back and digging in his sexy bubble but. He felt her soft love bites at his erect nipples, the wet tongue playing and chewing them. He almost heard her begging him not to stop, to go on and on and … “Damon Valderrama to the arena!” an announcement from the speakers embedded in the ceiling brought him back to reality. The hunky Latino checked his reflection in the mirror for one last time. He knew he was hot. He was pumped and the film of sweat enhanced with some coconut oil emphasized the flexing muscular structures. The singlet hugged his buxom butt cheeks just the way it would drive the chicks in the audience crazy. May be, there would be a chance to screw some pussy after all. Don’s older brother Brian had bought tickets for the International Free Style Wrestling Championships. “You nerds should see some real men and get a break from your books,” Brian had mocked the reluctant teenagers. Brian played as Linebacker at the local college’s football team. Don had asked him many times to allow him to hide in his room, when he made love to his chicks, but Brian had declined. He had no clue that his younger brother had discovered his many erotic magazines carefully hidden in his wardrobe. Don and Howie didn’t like sport events at all. The roaring crowd frightened them and they wished the evening would pass as quick as possible. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we proudly present, 170 pounds of pure life-guard muscle, from down under, Mr. Nigel Sanders, national champion of Australia”, the announcer introduced a muscle-packed blonde hunk with a boyish look, wearing a light-blue singlet. “…and in red we welcome to the national champion of Mexico, Mr. Damon Valderrama, 185 pounds of Mexican beef, welcome the Latin Stallion!” the speakers roared while the crowd went wild as Damon entered the arena flexing his muscles. Howie and Don felt as if they had been hit by an electric shock. With wide open eyes they watched in awe the muscle-packed Latino dismantling the hapless Aussie. Damon realized pretty quickly that Nigel was no match for him and he could have finished the fight within the first two bouts, however, he loved it to play with his opponents and to put up a show for the audience. “I’ll rip your guts out,” he hissed into Nigel’s ear while keeping him trapped one of his holds. The Aussie struggled desperately. Every time Damon could have pinned him he allowed the blond boy-hunk to escape. While Damon’s muscular frame was glistening from the oil he had applied, the Australian champion was glistening with sweat. Again and again Damon trapped the hard panting athlete in his iron holds. Nigel realized that Damon was systematically wearing him out, but couldn’t do anything about it. Finally the Aussie’s muscles were so sore and strained that he became a defenseless rag-doll in the hands of the Mexican. Merciless Damon applied again sequence after sequence of his favorite holds, but it was obvious that he was using the blonde muscle boy to enhance his poses and to demonstrate his superiority. Nigel’s singlet so thoroughly soaked in sweat, that it lost opacity and make it look as if the Aussie was in the buff. “If your girl needs a real man, send her to me,” Damon whispered and adding even further humiliation he applied some holds where he could press his arms between Nigel’s thighs and put pressure on the Aussie’s groin, knowing very well that strain and these manipulations would stimulate the young man against his will. To the crowd it looked as if the Australian was sporting a hard-on and many chuckled about that obvious queer orientation. Nigel felt an utmost embarrassment and lost all focus on the fight. When he was finally pinned on his shoulders, physically and psychologically destroyed, he had tears of shame and rage in his eyes. Damon towered over him, proudly raising his arms while he was declared the winner and to please the cheering crowd he stripped his spandex singlet down to his waist and struck some poses, which made the girls scream just as he had expected. “Wow, did you see that guy?” Don asked his buddy. “The Latin Stallion – jeeze, that would be the stud for our project. Do you think he might give us some of his semen?” “Are you nuts?” Howie asked in disbelief, “That is the craziest idea you’ve ever come up with. That … that Latin bull will kick our asses. He…” “Now, you finally seemed to enjoy the fights,” Brian interrupted the teens laughing. “Oh yes, Thanks for taking us,” Don replied eagerly. “Can we come again tomorrow?” “You are out of your mind,” Howie rolled his eyes in desperation. On the third day of the tournament Damon found a large pink envelope, which had been pushed under the door into his locker room. He had won a tough match versus the National Champion of Indonesia. The hunky Asian muscle boy was a good fighter and he was smart. Damon wanted to play with him and allowed him to get on top of him. However, before he could demonstrate, how easy he could free himself, he found himself in a murderous choke hold. Feeling his blood churning in his ears he struggled now in earnest. The audience got into a frenzy seeing the muscle-packed Latino flapping like a fish on dry ground in the grip of the small Asian. Damon felt his strength rapidly declining. He was coughing and choking, desperately fighting for breath. The sudden awareness of imminent defeat had an almost paralyzing effect and then – the gong. The end of the bout had come to the rescue. The crowd was booing and whistling. They clearly favored the Asian. But now Damon had learned his lesson. He didn’t offer any chances anymore. The Indonesian skills were pulverized by Mexican muscle and Damon made sure to apply his holds so rough and powerful that the Asian had to yell in pain more than once. Finally he forced the Asian to beg him to stop. This utter loss of face was covered by the press picturing a victorious posing Damon sneering down at his destroyed opponent. Still pumped from the bout and a generous amount of adrenaline shooting through his veins Damon first wanted to skip the fan mail, but then a faint odor of perfume emanating from the letter caught his attention. He whistled approvingly when he found a panty hose. “My pussy and my ass are longing for your horse-dick, fucker. Meet me at the backdoor at 11:00 PM if you like my backdoor.” was written on a little note. The Latino dug his nose inside the panty hose and devoured the scent. “Oh yeah, baby!” Suddenly his jockstrap was two sizes too small. Finally, a chance to score. That bride smelled great and she had the hots for him. He looked to the clock: 10:45. “Oops, got to hurry,” he murmured to himself while he rushed to the shower. Cheerfully whistling he lathered his firm body and washed the sweat from the fight away. His hands rubbed his buttocks and scrubbed the clean shaven cleft. His cock changed instantly into a semi-erect state when he massaged the shower gel along the hefty shaft and the shaven balls. For a moment he was considering to jack off, but he controlled himself knowing that he would get the real thing soon enough. “Let’s save it for the bitch, pal'” Damon grinned to himself toweling himself dry. He went to his locker and fetched a fresh pair of boxer shorts, however, when he was about to put them on he changed his mind. He threw the boxers back into the locker and forced his butch loins into a bikini thong. He had to bend his hefty dick to prevent it from peeping over the rim. The skimpy piece of fabric could hardly contain his balls and dick, but he felt it looked very sexy and he knew that the string grinding his butt cleft would give him a horny kick. He admired again his reflection in the mirror. The olive-green color of the bikini thong went well with his caramel toned skin. The string separated the hemispheres of his firm ass cheeks. The outline of his shaved balls was nicely enhanced by the stretched fabric. He grinned when he saw the tiny wet spot appearing on top of his prick head. Oh yeah, he was primed. Crouched behind a garbage container the two teenagers were waiting in the backyard of the wrestling arena building for the wrestler to appear. Both had intensively studied the booklet and where eager to try some of the techniques described there-in. “My sister will kill me, if she finds out about that,” Howie moaned. “Come on, she has so many panty hoses and you snatched this one from the dirty laundry so she won’t miss it so quick”, Don replied. “You think it will work? That dirty note you wrote…” Howie was in doubt. “The book said they like dirty language and the Vet at the stable said that the studs are attracted to the mares by their smell. So I just combined it, and … ah and it worked, see!” Don pointed at the opening backdoor where Damon had appeared. The Latin hunk was wearing tight, ass-hugging leather pants and a white T-shirt with rolled-up sleeves. The shirt was at least one size too small to contain his sculpted torso. The outline of his muscular frame was clearly displayed and when the hem traveled a little up his belly, the belly button appeared above the waistband of the black leather pants. Damon scanned the backyard for his date. Nobody there, well he was may be too early. His hair was still damp and he smelled fresh from soap and shampoo. “Ehm, Mister?” he heard a voice from behind. Turning he frowned at the two scrawny teenagers in their school uniform: Blue trousers, white shirt black tie and sneakers. “Sorry Sir,” the one with the glasses was talking again. “What do you want? Isn’t it a bit late boys”, Damon was definitely not in the mood for small talk with some fans. Impatiently he looked around hoping for the chick to appear. “Sorry Sir, are you waiting for someone?” the little brat was persistent. “None of your business, piss off!” Damon turned his broad back towards the lanky boys. Where was the. He wanted to fuck. “Mister…” “I told you to mind your own business!” Damon got seriously annoyed now. “Sorry Sir, uhm…” the teen stuttered, “my sister asked me to present her apologies, she will be late…” Damon looked at him in disbelieve. “You mean the chick, uhm, I mean, lady who invited me to fu… uhm, I mean, meet her is your sister?” “Yes, Sir and she is truly sorry, but her boss kept her busy,” Howie explained. “But she wants to meet you just a bit later and she sends you …” the teen was fishing in his schoolbag,”…this!” He produced a bottle of Tequila from Don’s father’s bar. The two teens seemed to have lost their timidity and started to explain that, they wanted to make Damon comfortable for the inconvenience for having to wait. They were to show him around, let him enjoy a few drinks until Howie’s sister would join them. Before Damon know what was happening he had been ushered to a taxi and took off to one of the many pubs in the town’s amusement district. The teens told him that this bar was off limits to them, but in his company there wouldn’t be any problems. Damon took a gulp from the bottle which had been placed in his hand. A jug of beer and two milk shakes were served by a girl in tight jeans who gave him an appreciative smile. Damn he should have worn the boxers. The string in his ass cleft was driving him nuts. “So were is your sister?” he asked Howie bluntly, “I need a pussy to plug, ya’ know?” Well, may be that evening was not so bad after all. He realized how thirsty he was and took a huge sip from the ice-cold draught beer. He was horny as hell and stared at the waitress in her tight jeans. The chick was wearing a tight T-shirt too. Damon was wondering, whether if Howie’s sister wouldn’t show up … He downed another sip of Tequila, which tasted really good, and tried not to listen to the permanent tattle of the two pathetic teens. Two jugs later the boys convinced him to visit another pub, which was famous, because it had a license for lap-dancing. Damon agreed eagerly that this was not to be missed. The horny wrestler was not disappointed. He had hardly squeezed his hunky frame in one of the chairs around the elevated catwalk, when he was mounted by a buxom blonde. She was grinding her cunt into his lap and was seemingly enjoying riding the rock hard bulge which rose from the muscular boy’s groin. The hot dancer talked him into ordering some Whisky, which went nicely with the Tequila coming to an end. Damon buried his face between the dancer’s huge boobs and inhaled the smell. His dick started to hurt and struggled desperately to escape from the confinement of the tiny piece of underwear. Damon didn’t really know how he got into a cab again. He had started to enjoy the evening and didn’t bother any more about the constantly chattering teens. “I want more beer and where is your fuckinnn sister?” Damon mumbled. They stopped at liquor store and bought some six-packs with Damon’s ID. The wrestler could barely sit upright. The two teens sitting at his sides pushed him back and kept him from slumping against the front seat. Through the tight T-Shirt Don could feel the big nipple in the center of Damon’s left pec. Tentatively he started to rub softly over the fleshy knob, which responded instantly by hardening, just as the booklet had predicted. The car stopped and Damon grinned sheepishly at the teens, who helped him out of the taxi. Howie and Don took each one of the swaggering hunk’s brawny arms over their shoulder and kızkalesi escort guided him upstairs to the backdoor of the wrestling arena. They were back were the evening had started. “The key, where is the key man?” Don asked. “P-pockethhh,” Damon drawled with a heavy tongue. Don put his hand inside the pocket fishing for the key. The first thing he produced was Howie’s sister’s panty hose. Because the leather pants where so tight he had to push his hand rather forcefully inside until he touched the key ring, but he touched as well the roll of meat that was squeezed into the confinement of black leather. When he probed the wrestler’s cock with the tip of his finger he felt the Latino instinctively tense. So he just fetched the key and gave it to Howie. “Open the door.” While Howie was working on the door Don supported Damon by reaching around the narrow waist. As if accidentally his hand slipped under the T-Shirt and caressed the sculpted six-pack-abs, without any opposition from Damon. The three entered the building and went to a door with the sign board “Competitor’s Gym”. The teens guided their swaying booty to one of the benches and laid the drunken wrestler on his back. He just chuckled, while his boots were taken off revealing his bare feet. Howie grabbed one of the ankles and lifted the heavy leg. He looked skeptically. “Do it!” Don was urging while he struggled to strip the T-shirt from the muscle-packed body. “I am sorry, I can’t … it’s … it’s … smelly”, Howie was desperate. “Oh come on, don’t be such a sissy. If you need to, so clean him up. Alcohol is a good disinfectant.” Donald said impatiently. “Where do I find alcohol in that place?” Howie wailed. Don rolled his eyes and pointed at the six-packs. Howie’s face lit up. He opened one can and poured the beer over Damon’s left foot. Slowly he took the big toe into his mouth. Don was watching in fascination. “… and? How does it taste?” Don asked. “Mmmhh … not t-oo bad.” Howie eagerly licked the beer and played the flexing toes with his tongue. Damon chuckled louder and tried to pull his foot away in order to avoid the ticklish sensation. . “N-n-no … tickles,” he stammered. Donald opened another can and poured the luke-warm beer over Damon’s naked torso, starting at the pecs and ending at the hard six-pack-abs. “Que coo pasa? Wh-hadzz … dzziss” the wrestler asked. “Relax, man.” Donald replied and started to rub the beer into Damon’s skin. Embracing Damon’s head with his thighs, he bent forward and cleared the little puddle that had formed in the hunk’s bellybutton. Damon chuckled again but he did not push him away. Slowly Don worked his way up across Damon’s ribs and nibbled at the protruding man tits. “Aaahhhhh … me he perdido … oooohhh”, lustful moans escaped from Damon’s lips. Donald continued his massage by kneading the heavy pecs and – knowing that Damon responded so well ^ squeezed the hard nipples between his thumb and index finger. Meanwhile Howie had soaked both feet with beer. Damon had willingly lifted his legs and enjoyed Howie’s tongue playing with his toes. “See, it works!” Donald grinned and pointed at Damon’s groin. The skintight leather was stretched tight across the outline of the massive bulge that had developed in front of Damon’s lap. The Latino’s head lolled from side to side. Eyes shut and with a gaping mouth, he was caught in the erotic stimulations. Donald fetched a small white and blue box from his pocket and took two blue rounded-diamond-shaped tablets. Damon hardly reacted when the pills were shoved between his lips. Don took the Tequila bottle and emptied the last gulp inside the gaping mouth. A short cough and the drug was swallowed. “Viagra, to keep him primed for the whole night”, Don commented with a grin. ” … I think it’s time to examine this male’s reproductive system, don’t you think, mate?.” The two teens peeled the tight pants from the semi-conscious hunk, leaving him clad only in his skimpy bikini thong. The huge cock strained against the fabric, obviously longing to be freed. Howie boldly stepped forward and removed the skimpy fabric. “I’ll keep it as a souvenir,” he claimed his trophy. The stripped wrestler lay flat on his back on the bench. He was drunk as a skunk and didn’t even realize that his sexy underwear had found a new owner. “The chick will be here any time,” he heard Don whispering into his ear,” get ready stud, don’t disappoint her. She wants you hard prick fucker, she needs it badly.” Damon’s fingers started playing with his nipples, while his spread legs resting on his heels on both sides of the bench spread a little further apart. Slightly curved is impressive man-tool rose in all its glory rock-hard from his groin. The hefty shaft was wrapped in a huge amount of caramel brown foreskin that usually covered all the dick head. However, now with the hunk in a state of arousal, the huge mushroom-shaped dick head did stretch the completely retracted foreskin to its limits and was throbbing slowly in the rhythm of his heart beat. “Uuuhhh …. Yeah,” he moaned while he continued to stimulate himself. His hand traveled down and seized the pulsing shaft. “Hurry up, quick get the cam.” Don urged his friend. He couldn’t get his eyes off the gorgeous hunk who was turning himself on. Howie took the camcorder from his bag and aimed at the moaning wrestler. Damon was slowly stroking his dick. The impressive rod was rock-hard by now. “Awesome!” Don whispered and pointed at the blue vein protruding from the shaven nut sac alongside the dick until it met the dark-red mushroom head on the top. “Look at his balls, there is plenty of juice for the project.” Howie added happily. First indications showed that the butch body prepared to switch into fucking mode. The hunky wrestler was breathing heavily. His balls were itching. He was barely aware of the two teens and didn’t know about the camera which was recording him, working himself into a sexual frenzy. Deep in his horny, intoxicated mind he knew that something was wrong, but the sensations from his fingers twisting his erect nipple and the hand traveling up and down his cock were overwhelmingly exciting and excruciating delightful. Howie went for a close-up of the contorted face. Damon looked irritated at the teen in his school uniform and at the camera lens with the blinking red dot signaling the recording function. “Wh-what t-the fuck …?” Damon was suddenly sobering up. Partly waking from the Tequila induced stupor, he reluctantly stopped stroking his baby maker. “What’s going on? Hey, stop that you pervert maricon…” he tried to lunge at the shocked Howie. At that moment he felt something wet engulfing his dick head. Don was down on his knees and closed his lips over the purple pole. Damon still struggling against the combination of sexual arousal and dizziness started an attempt to push Don’s head away, when Don grabbed the hunk’s nut sac with a firm grip. Damon froze and when Don rolled his balls in the palm of his hand a wave of lust swept through his body forcing him back on the bench. “Fuuuuck, noooo … shit, that feels gooood, yeahh!” he grunted while his head lolled back. Don released the throbbing dick from his mouth and grinned at Howie, who watched with open mouth: “Now watch this.” “Wait I need to fix this …” Howie mounted the camcorder on a tripod,” we need to keep this all as evidence for the findings.” Don put the tip of his finger at the broad upper side of the cock head and pushed the resisting meat-roll down between Damon’s legs. Wanting to know what was going on the drowsy Latino raised his head. Don pulled his finger back and the swollen dick snapped up slapping against the chiseled washboard abs, making Damon sink back with another guttural grunt. Don repeated the trick several times and finally Howie agreed to try it as well. Again and again the throbbing dick snapped back and forth getting even harder until it extended to its full 11-inch size. Howie fixed the pulsing organ over the wrestler’s six-pack. “Wow it reaches higher then his belly button,” he said in honest admiration. Damon moaned and writhed in frustration and again he managed to wriggle himself from his stupor. His body rose again into a half-sitting position. Don tried to push him down, but now the hunk was resisting. “N-nno, let me …” he growled angrily. “Suck his dick, we have to keep him turned on,” Don urged his friend. “I can’t. He is cuming!” Howie protested. “What, so fast?” Don asked in disbelief. He had hoped the muscular athlete would have more stamina. “See”, Howie pinched the dick head between thumb and index finger and squeezed until some glistening drops appeared in the piss slit. “Uuuuurgh!” Damon groaned loudly and sank back on the bench his back arching in lust. “Dumbo, that is just his pre-cum,” Don laughed, “believe me, when we get him to shoot his load, you’ll need a bucket. Now blow him, before he cools down again.” Howie took a sip from the beer can. Without swallowing the liquid he took the fuck-rod in his mouth. The dick was twitching between his teeth. He blew the beer inflating the foreskin and let his tongue circle between the skin and the highly sensitive glans. Gargling slurping sounds mixed with the guttural groaning that came from Damon, who had never experienced such a blow job in his life before. “Uuurghh … uuunnnghhhh!” his buttocks clenched in reflex and his hips started to buck in order to meet the viciously sucking mouth. It gave a powerful boost to Howie’s self-esteem when he realized that he was controlling the muscular athlete. Howie squeezed the cock base in a tight circle formed by his thumb and index finger. Bobbing his head up and down he rubbed the palm of his hand in circular motions across Damon’s tight package that was now slippery with beer, saliva and Damon’s sweat. When his fingers slipped past the balls, he observed that the Latino slowed his bucking. It seemed he tried to prolong the sensation of the fingers massaging the skin between his ass and the nut sac. Interested Howie rested his fingers on that point and pushed. “No … no …. ohhhh … shit … yeah,” Damon was fighting the increasing stimulation, but the sensation was overwhelming. Desperately he tried to relax and to distract himself from the sexual tension that made his body tremble. The warm dick in Howie’s mouth seemed to get even harder. He had learned from Brian’s booklet that the tiny string of skin connecting the foreskin to the underside of the head of the dick was called frenulum. During his own jack-off sessions, he felt most exciting sensations when he was rubbing this Y-shaped web of skin. He decided to test the effect on the Latino as well. His tongue pushed Damon’s helpless twitching cock into one side of his mouth. His tongue found the gaping piss slit and played with it for a cruel moment. “Aaaargh … damn you … ooohhhh”, Damon’s balls were on fire. A part of his mind felt awfully ashamed and embarrassed, being aware that he was about to be forced to cum on camera by two high school nerds, but his balls were urging for relief. He was already very close but clenching his ass muscles he managed to avoid an early climax. Showing no mercy Howie’s tongue licked slowly downwards until it probed onto the highly sensitive skin connecting the foreskin to the bulbous mushroom head. “Nnnoooo … huh … huh … stop, urrgh … fuck,” Damon hollered, writhing in sweet agony. In terror he felt the control over his body gradually slipping away. Don tried to keep his grip around Damon’s wrists. Struggling to control the muscle-packed arms he felt the resistance getting weaker. He managed to bend one hand and to shove one thumb into the wrestler’s mouth. Damon’s lips closed and driven by instinct he started sucking his own thumb. “Mmmmmppfff … mmhhh …mmhh” Damon blushed in utter shame. He was sobering more and more and became increasingly aware, what was done to him. Fury was sweeping through his mind, but the erotic stimulation was subduing his will to fight. His anger, however, tamed the urge to shoot his wad. Don looked at Howie who was still sucking the writhing wrestler’s dick and felt a strange sensation in his own loins. The scene was getting to him as well. He remembered the part in the booklet describing how to rim a guy’s ass. Don pulled the thumb out of Damon’s mouth. He opened his belt and unbuttoned his trousers letting them slide down to his ankles. Stripping the boxers down to his knees he took Damon’s head between his thighs and lowered his butt. As he had hoped he soon felt a probing tongue diving between his ass cheeks. Don’s teenage dick reacted promptly and Don wanting to last the excitement for ever pressed his butt even harder onto Damon’s face. Damon loved to eat pussy. Now for the first time in his life he was eating a man’s ass. He inhaled the musk odor of Don’s ass. Both his shame and anger rose. He fought desperately his sexual urges. His body tensed as his back arched. Howie gagged when the dick was shoved up his throat. He lost his grip on the balls, when he was coughing and spitting beer and saliva. His hand slipped between the thick-muscled thighs and glided into the sweaty cleft separating Damon’s dimpled bubble butt. Damon clenched instinctively his buttocks when he felt fingers touching his bunghole. Wrenching his hand back and forth Howie sensed an opening deep inside the cleft. Curiously he pushed and felt resistance when the panicking sphincter closed around the finger trying to stop the intruder. Don was no longer able to keep Damon’s head between his thighs. The red angry face appeared. The hunk sounded terribly sober when he roared: “You fuckin’ queer bastards! Maricones! I’ll get you for this, I …” Damon’s expression changed from anger to shock when a finger penetrated his ass ring. Don saw the writhing body coming to an abrupt halt. “Fuckin’ shit! Don’t do that! No! Take it out. I …” Damon yelled in panic. He knew all to well, what Howie was probing for and what it would do to him. Although open for any kind of sex, he was a typical Latin macho, who would never allow his ass to be penetrated. It had happened only once, when he was 13 years old, although looking like 17 with his muscular frame. A whore ^ four times his age ^ had taken the handsome boy to her room. He had boldly demanded to fuck her up her ass. She had just smiled while giving him head and before he knew what was happening something slipped inside of him and hit a spot that made him instantly shoot his load. He came and came and the whore was drinking his hot boy’s juice. She was not stopping even, when he was begging her and even when he’d finally passed out she made him cum until he was completely drained. Damon remembered the scene in horror when his macho pride had been shattered. At the same time he felt again the sexual arousal of that moment when he was under the control of the whore. He wanted to get up, but his horny body betrayed him and instead made his hips buck, impaling him even deeper on the wriggling finger. Furiously he wanted to fight the brats who were humiliating him so badly, but his body decided otherwise. His conscious mind was wrestled down by his primal instincts and urges. All of a sudden Damon’s muscles slumped. Don regained his hold on the struggling arms. The wrestler felt a numb weakness as if all his energy had been sapped from him. It was like hovering outside his body. Watching himself, pathetically reduced by two scrawny teenagers to a throbbing boner with aching balls, a sweat-soaked sex toy lying helpless on the bench. He couldn’t understand how the two brats were able to control him so well. “Why are you doing this?” Damon tried to distract himself through a conversation, knowing he only needed a little time to escape from his oversexed state of mind. “We need some of your cum.” Howie answered innocently while continued to probe inside Damon’s rectum. He tried to push a second finger inside, but Damon clenched his ass too tight. “What?! Why? No way!” Damon’s voice was shrill. “We are scientists,” Don explained,”this is for our biology project …” “Ests loco! This is madness. Let me go you pervert faggots. Te reviento la jeta! I’ll rearrange your fuckin’ face! I swear … you’ll never make me cum!” Damon’s rebellious mind showed again. “I’m warning you for a final time. Stop that and I will forget about it, otherwiiiiiissse, uuhhhhhhnnng, shiiiit!” Damon’s excited moans told Howie that he was on the right track. Slowly stroking the steel-hard penis, which was now heavily oozing pre-cum, he directed his gut-probing finger towards the heaving abs. Damon watched helpless as his hips rose again forcing his spine into a tensed arch. “Never, never, I will never cum for a man” he grunted through clenched teeth while his head lolled back, only to look straight at Don’s erect teenage cock that was touching his cheek. “Oh no! Take your fuckin’ cock out of my face, geez, shit, shit, shit awwww!” Damon hollered like mad, tossing his head from side to side. “Don’t fight it. It will be over soon. I don’t think you can hold it much longer.” Don said, directing Damon’s hands again to his erect man tits. “Uhh … no way, ooooh nnno,” Damon objected but his fingers obediently started playing with his sensitive nipples. His hips were now bucking in rhythm with Howie’s strokes. “Yeah pump him!” Don was cheering his friend. Damon gathered all his remaining will to resist the approaching climax. He knew he could do it. So many times he had delayed his orgasm before, winning a legendary reputation among the girls he had fucked. Two nerds are jacking you, he thought to himself. Don’t let some geeks make you cum. It cannot be. But whatever he tried, how much he tried to think about ugly old women and most non-erotic environments, the stimulations in his rectum and alongside his shaft were to intense to be ignored. “Unng! Aaargh!” a guttural gasp told Howie that he was breaking the man’s remaining resistance and Damon knew it. “Nooo! Boys please stop that!” Damon pleaded now fighting some unmanly tears. His whole brawny body was flushed with a dark red tone, both from the rush and from embarrassment. He sensed his hot man’s juice churn in his balls, which attached themselves to the base of his pulsing dick. “Fuuuuuuck! Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!” a high pitched howl signaled that the hunky muscle tarsus escort boy was losing the fight. The sexy cheeks of his bubble butt clenched, when he tried to contract his groin muscles to prevent him from squirting his load. He mustered all his stamina and summoned all expert techniques that he had gathered throughout his rich love life to quell the imminent climax. “Huh … huh …nggg …mmmppff ..mmmh”, Damon’s ecstatic gasps were silenced when Don fed him his 8 inch teen dick. For he first time in his life the callous macho was sucking cock. Damon felt terribly humiliated; however, he couldn’t help, he was too much thrilled by the unbelievable sensations that were racking his body. His muscles contracted and rippled out of control. Howie’s finger was now constantly rubbing his most erogenous zone, while massaging his dick with agonizingly slow strokes. Howie’s own cock was hardening from the awareness being so totally in control over the muscle-packed dream body. Don’s hips were now slamming hard against Damon’s face ramming his dick deep up the gagging Latino’s throat. Then it happened. The man’s defenses collapsed, flushed away by a torrential flood of lust. His primal systems took over, short-circuiting his brain. Howie saw the wrestler’s eyes glazing over. The defined six-pack became cramped and looked like sculpted from dark-red marble. Damon’s toes curled. In unavoidable reflex his long legs spread wide apart, now splitting his butt cheeks and opening his quivering sphincter in complete surrender to Howie’s second finger. The horny macho had never before experienced any orgasm as intense as this one. His powerful man-tool contracted in wild spasms. “Uuuuurrghhhh …ung … ung uuung!” Howling and convulsing the muscle hunk squirted a sequence of solid streams of white man-juice. The cum-shots cascaded 6 feet high. Huge globs of the gooey load splattered on Damon’s smooth chest and splashed at the mirrored wall behind the bench, in which the hunk had been admiring his muscle-packed body. “Oohhh …ahhh …” Don had reached his climax too. Damon’s throat was receiving a rich coating from a salty load of teenage cum. “Uggrhh … ungg rrghh,” with a red face he wretched and coughed but Don held his head firm in place until his spurts subsided, forcing the muscle boy to swallow the entire load. “Wow!” Don gasped. Turning his reddened face to Howie he panted in the aftermath of his orgasm: “Wow, that was so incredible. So much better than jacking off! You have to try this.” “Aahhh, fuck!” the teen winced as Damon’s tongue touched his now highly sensitive cock head. Only now was Don aware that his dick was still in Damon’s mouth. He pulled his semi-hard cock from the slippery lips. Damon’s mouth remained half open. His glassy eyes were still unfocussed and an occasional post-orgasmic spasm made his hips buck randomly. “Oh, fuck … I kill you … for that … I swear I kill you both. You are so dead…” Damon drawled in furious agony while he struggled to regain control over his body. Cum and saliva was gathering in the corner of his mouth, while he tried to wretch it out from his throat. His dizzy gaze traveled across his muscular torso, over his heaving pecs, with a tribal tattoo symbolizing ‘Power’, the fleshy still erect man tits and the chiseled abs, all covered by his own man’s juice, which was useless splashed all over the wall and on the floor. His powerful body, once his pride, that made the chicks scream in ecstasy had let him down. He couldn’t believe how two scrawny nerds had been able to play him so well. He had been turned into a whimpering, screaming sex toy; just like the whores he was used to mount and to hump their brains out. He had been finger-fucked and he had sucked the cock of a nerd whom he could crush between his hands. Against his will he had been milked of his cum and now – even worse – his bonerized prick stood still obscenely erect giving a humiliating testimonial that he had liked it and may be was ready for more. “Oh shit no!” Howie wailed in desperation. He realized that he hadn’t collected any of Damon’s cum. He pulled his fingers from the wrestler’s ass and fetched a small plastic bottle from his school bag. He wanted to collect some of the globs that were splattered on Damon’s abs and chest, but gave up when he realized that the cum had mixed with sweat and beer. “No way we can use that,” Howie sighed. Don looked at Damon’s still hard cock. The Viagra was working well. “No problem,” he grinned,”where this came from, there’s plenty more”. “No …” Damon protested meekly, when the two teens grabbed him. However in his post-orgasmic dizziness he was no match for them. Laughing about his feeble struggle they turned him on his belly and left him lying prone on the bench. Dazed he raised his heavy head and watched them carrying a barbell in front of him. Howie fetched the panty hose and tied the surprised hunk with his wrists to the barbell. “What the fuck, you think you’re doing?” Angrily he pulled to tear the seemingly flimsy fabric. To his surprise the textile resisted, cutting painfully into his skin. “Shit!” he panted frustrated. “It is made of Chinese silk. Strong enough to tether even an elephant bull”, he heard Don chuckling. He had studied the workout routines of the wrestler from his profile as published in the tournament program. So he knew the maximum weight the muscle boy could handle. The barbell was just 15lbs. above Damon’s limit. “You cannot hold me!” Damon’s hands grabbed the barbell and tried to pull it up. Howie and Dons watched the powerful muscles of his arms and shoulders bulge and strain, but the barbell did not move an inch. “Fuck you!” Damon howled in anger and frustration. “What do you want from me? You had your fun now let me go!” Damon tried to get up from the bench despite his wrists being tied. Quickly Don went behind the prone hunk and pulled the seat of the incline bench up until Damon was fixed into a hunched pose ^ his flexing butt obscenely raised – with slightly bent knees, his collar bones resting on the smaller top part of the bench. “Shit!” he couldn’t believe it how superior the brat was handling him. “Unfortunately we need you to cum again to conduct our project properly”, Howie said. “No way! You pervert bastards! Que vos parta un rayo!” Damon went berserk. He struggled furious against his bonds, but again to no avail. In his awkward position he was left with just a little space to raise his hips, while the weight of his body was resting on the collar bones. Realizing that he was unable to break free he cursed and threatened his teenage captors: “You don’t get away with that! I’ll have you! Both of you fuckin’ queers. I’ll tear your fuckin’ asses apart. Vos voy a pulir los huevos. Even your fuckin’ mothers won’t recognize you. You … nooo. Shit, nooo …uuummpfffff! Howie stopped his threats by gagging him with his own bikini thong, stretching the fabric and fixing it with a knot behind his head. “Uuummpfff!” Damon could only utter some muffled grunts, while the taste of his own balls and ass was filling his mouth. “Why are you mad?” Don walked in front of him forcing the fuming Latino to lift his head to his neck in order to look at the teenager who was again fully dressed in his high school outfit. “The way you were moaning you must have enjoyed it. Now we give you a choice,” Don continued ignoring Damon’s hatred looks, “either we milk you again, and you know we can do that very well.” Don burst with laughing. “Nnnnnnawwwwwww!” Damon was howling in his gag, struggling again against his bonds. “Or you show us how you fuck!” Howie continued giggling. Damon’s eyes opened wide. Were the brats bringing finally the bitch? Well that was his chance to get himself out of his predicament. They had to untie him. He would beat them up, screw the chick and off he’d go. “Oooggeyy, I’lll doooo iid”, Damon muffled in his gag. “Brilliant!” Howie was excited and removed the gag. “Now – cut me loose,” Damon gasped for air. “Not so fast,” Donald said. “We need a condom and there will be a little life insurance, to make sure you keep your end of the bargain.” He removed the tape from the recorder and showed it to Damon. “This will be posted on the internet, if you get any ideas, you know” Don grinned. Damon was stunned by resignation. The brats were always a step ahead of him. “OK, I’ll rush and get a condom. I know where Brian is hiding them,” Don said to Howie, “you stay here and entertain our friend.” Don left and Damon was condemned to watch helpless as Howie put a new tape into the camcorder and replaced the battery. The red dot started blinking again. Howie was nibbling at his lower lip, while he walked around the muscular body propped up on the incline bench. There was no tan line. The rounded buns were of the same caramel color as the rest of the hunky body. Damon was obviously enjoying his sunbaths naked. His body flexed as he tried again to tear the fabric apart that fixed his wrists to the barbell. The pressed breathing interrupted by a curse as the athlete realized once again the futility of his efforts. Damon laboriously turned his head. “What are you gawking at, faggot?” he sneered. “Wished you had a man’s body, huh? “Yes you are looking gorgeous,” Howie gave him a shy smile.” I was admiring you from the first time I saw you wrestling. But you are wrong. I am not gay.” “What? Don’t give me that crap. I can see you are throwing a fuckin’ hard-on” Damon barked. Howie looked down at the bulge in front of his lap and blushed. “Well ^ the truth is, I never had sex with anyone. Not with a girl and not with a man. So I am not sure whether I am straight or gay.” Damon couldn’t believe it. He was in the hands of a bloody virgin. “You know, what you did to Don, I mean sucking him off,” Howie said softly, “I’d like to try that very much.” “Don’t you even think about it!”, Damon shouted struggling again against his bonds. Howie stood silent, just watching. His glasses seemed to magnify the dark brown eyes. Slowly his hand traveled down. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. Howie remembered Don’s delighted expression after he had cum into the Latino’s mouth. “…that was so incredible. So much better than jacking off! You have to try this.”, were his friend’s words and Howie knew that he couldn’t let this chance pass. “I am warning you,” Damon yelled as Howie slowly stroke his cock to hardness,” I’ll bite your fuckin’ dick off!” “Well, in that case we have to do it differently”, he answered Damon’s threat in a determined voice. Howie went out of his sight behind him. “What are you doing? I am tellin’ ya, I won’t suck dick”, Damon tried to turn his head as far as possible to see what Howie was up to. Suddenly the teenager was standing in front of him. To Damon’s shock he was stark naked wearing only his glasses. Howie’s dick was fully erect and stood at 7.5 inches. It was thus shorter than Don’s but the shaft measured amazingly 2 inches in diameter. Damon watched as Howie dipped his finger in some globs of cum that were splashed against the mirror. The teenager gathered carefully a nice amount of the gooey stuff and walked again behind the trussed hunk. The athletic thighs were spread apart by the bench’s leather-covered seat. Damon’s feet were barely touching the floor because the elevated bench forced him on his toes. His erect dick was uncomfortably squeezed between the leather cover and his abs. The plum-sized balls enveloped by the tight sac, were pressed against the leather cover. With the ass cheeks spread, Howie had clear access to the puckered hole. He distributed Damon’s man seed alongside the wrinkled sphincter. When he felt the slime applied to his asshole, Damon instantly knew what Howie was up to. The geek was greasing him up with his own jism! “What the hell? Fuck you! Stop that!” Damon struggled violently. His legs were kicking in a futile attempt to hit Howie. The hunky Latino let out a furious roar, when the finger slipped past his rear defenses. This time Howie had no trouble to insert two fingers. Ignoring Damon’s yells and curses he primed the sensitive ring with wriggling fingers. But between the curses Howie heard as well groans of pleasure emanating from Damon’s throat. “Oohhh … yeah, carry on man, it feels fuckin’ gooood,” Damon panted and hated himself for saying it. Howie seized the narrow hips and jumped on the hunk’s broad back. His dick now fully erect was sliding between Damon’s melon-shaped buttocks; occasionally teasing the ass ring. Howie grabbed around the muscular shoulders and locked his hands over Damon’s pecs. “You want me to take you, baby? Isn’t it?” Damon heard Howie whisper in his ear. “Don’t talk to me like that! I am not your baby,” Damon protested. “I read that dirty talking turns on, isn’t it?” Howie asked perplexed. “Noo! Get off me you bloody faggot!,” Damon yelled. But his body wanted to be fucked by that brat and needed it. When Howie’s dick-head touched his asshole he sensed in shock his sphincter relaxing to allow Howie an easy penetration. “Tell me you want it! Say it, fucker! Say you want to get fucked by my pecker!” Howie whispered again, while playing with Damon’s sensitive nipples as he had seen Don doing it. Damon felt his cock considerably hardening from the manipulations at his nipples as usual when a girl was playing, licking and sucking them softly. “No please don’t!” Damon rasped hoarsely in a last desperate plea to preserve the virginity of his ass. Howie pushed his huge dickhead against the wrestler’s bunghole. When he sensed the resistance yield he bucked his hips as hard as he could and impaled the writhing and protesting Latino on his cock. “Nooo! Nooo! Take it out! Oh Fuck! Nooo!” Damon’s high pitched screams announced the loss of his cherry. The conquered stallion was wildly bucking. Howie’s huge dick stretched Damon’s ass ring to the max and he was fighting it like mad. His legs were kicking and his powerful thrusts made the teenager bounce like a rag doll on his sweaty back. Howie hang on the bucking hunk for dear life. Damon’s bucking, however, only made Howie slip even more deeper inside of him, until Howie’s dick rubbed the hunks sensitive prostrate. “Fuck! No! Don’t ..uhh…shit!” again Damon had no choice but to give in to the instincts of his body. The hunky wrestler howled in pain and lust, when Howie ground his teeth in ecstasy in Damon’s shoulder. Sweat poured heavily from Damon’s body who was generously depleting his energy in this sexual work-out. The powerful arms and legs struggled against the restraints and for a short moment the weights were clearly lifted from the ground. “Uuurggh …uuuumpphhh!” with a guttural grunt the hunky body was forced back in place. Howie was lost in the first fuck of his young life. His hips were hammering against the flexing bubble but under him driving his cock like a piston in and out the wrestler’s over-stretched rectum. Instincts told him how to adjust the angle in order to achieve a maximum of pleasure. Damon’s bucking had become weaker when his body slowly ran out of steam. The fight with the Indonesian had already reduced his strength by several notches. Now he was feeling the alcohol and the strain of the first climax demanding its toll. His movements became uncontrolled and he lost the rhythm. “No come on! Don’t stop!” Howie shouted when he felt that Damon was slowing down. Damon couldn’t believe it. That virgin brat was urging him on. He never had experienced someone questioning his sexual prowess. For a moment he forgot that he was being fucked and forced himself to hump faster. Howie felt that each of his thrusts was now met by an even more powerful push from Damon’s bucking hips. All the time the wrestler’s dick was rubbing over the leather cover of the bench, constantly stimulating the sensitive glans. The urge for release became stronger and stronger making him weaker. “Oh fuck!” he was panting when he collapsed under the feverishly humping teenager. When he felt Damon’s body going limp again a rush of anger and sexual frustration hit Howie. He wanted to cum now but Damon let him do all the work. Enraged he rammed his dick even more furious inside the sweaty hunk. Damon was virtually knocked out by the overwhelming sensation. “Aaaargh … fuck … come on faster, fuck me harder!” Howie heard Damon’s moaning. The exhausted wrestler now completely on the receiving end was driven over the edge. His sore ass had adjusted to Howie’s hefty dick. “Yeah .. oh yessss …Ohhh …uhh …uhhh” with a crimson face he was panting while he gushed another load. His dick pulsed several times under his belly. Damon felt the hot gooey fluid rinsing under him, covering his chest and dripping from his collar bones to the floor. Howie had virtually fucked the cum out of the Latin muscle man. It didn’t take long and Howie felt his climax approach. “Ahhh … yes … ohh … yesss … ahhh!” he hollered and Damon felt his guts filling with the seed of a teenager whom he had – truly involuntarily – made a man. Howie retracted his dick with an audible plop from the Champion’s gaping ass hole. When Don returned he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Howie was just slipping back into his boxers and the obviously totally exhausted wrestler glistening with sweat was hanging limply trussed up from the elevated bench. Cum was drooling from under his belly and dripping on the floor. “What did you do?” Don asked his friend who looked very, very guilty. “Hm, I guess we can’t use this load again,” Howie muttered. Don turned to Damon and reached under his belly. “He is still hard,” he said. The teen produced a condom from his pocket and pulled it from the cover. “I am sorry, but you have to do it again,” he apologized to Damon. He playfully whacked the rounded butt making the wrestler jerk up in reflex. He reached around Damon’s hip and stripped the condom over the rigid shaft, before the man could even protest against this humiliating treatment. Damon roared in helpless fury. Never when he was screwing a chick had the Latino felt so weak and drained. Used to rely on his stamina and prowess he was in shock. He felt as if all his strength and energy had been extracted from him during the thundering climaxes in the hands of the two brats. Now they were planning to make him perform again and had forced his prick into a rubber. anamur escort Suddenly he was not sure whether he would be able to stand another orgasm of that kind. But he was undoubtedly hard and the tight condom had already a stimulating effect. What he did not know was, that Don had brought a condom containing a special lubricant in the end that – according to the manufacturer – helped to delay the climax for men, prolonging sexual excitement for longer lasting lovemaking. The two teens sat down in front of him looking expectantly. “What?” Damon asked in bewilderment. “Well, you show us some of your techniques how you fuck and you just cum one more time and we collect your sperms in the condom. This time nothing will go to waste,” Howie explained. “Than we will let you go, we promise,” Don added. “So where is the chick? Damon asked confused. “What do you mean?” Howie asked. “Your fuckin’ sister, faggot! You wanted me to fuck her. Where is she?” Damon was irritated,” and you need to cut me loose.” “No, no, you got it all wrong,” Don said, “his sister does not know about this. We just borrowed her panties.” “She is not supposed to know,” Howie added quickly. “So how shall I show you how to fuck? Damn! Cut me loose!” Damon’s rebellious temper emerged and he was furious tearing at his bonds. “Oh just show us the moves,” Don answered unimpressed from the hunks rage. ” You mean …?” Damon couldn’t find the words. “Yeah just hump a bit and shoot your load, the faster you go the quicker it will be over,” Don said. “No way! I don’t do such a kinky thing!” Damon protested. “Well, then we have to jack you off again. Come on Howie!” Don started to rise. “No! You fuckin’ bastard! Ok, ok I’m game. You’ll get it. I do it!” Damon yelled. He looked at the teens with his eyes full of hatred, while his hips started slowly to buck, driving his dick back and forth across the bench. He had been milked and fucked and was made to suck cock. Now he didn’t care about any further humiliation. He just wanted to get it over with and tried to cum as quickly as possible. He could feel the raw leather surface stimulating his dick, but somehow the dick head felt numb, He felt mildly turned on but was far from cuming. If he was with a chick, he would know that he could go on for hours. Right now that was the last thing he wanted. He increased his bucking and gyrated his hips driving his dick in circular motion over the bench seat. “Shit, why … isn’t … it … workinnnnn'”, he was puffing and blowing heavily through clenched teeth. Concentrating on stimulating himself he closed his eyes. His powerful body undulated in highest gear. His hips slammed down as if he was trying to drive his boner right through the bench. “Fuck! Aargh! Argh! Shit!” the wrestler cursed. Don and Howie watched in awe the muscle-packed man bouncing about, shifting his weight again and again to fuck the bench in ever new positions. Sometimes the thundering slams where so powerful that the teens were concerned the whole bench would topple. The whole flexing body turned red from the strain and was covered with a thick layer of sweat. But as much as he tried, Damon couldn’t force his cum shot. Breathless he had to stop and slumped exhausted. He heard his blood rushing in his ears. Fiery rings were circling through his view. He felt terribly thirsty and he smelled the stench of his own sweat mixed with the distinctive strong scent of cum. Was it possible that he had been drained? “Can’t you cum anymore?” Don asked innocently. “Don’t talk crap! Get me a beer!” Damon snorted enraged. He couldn’t understand why he had suddenly trouble to cum. Howie opened a can and put it to his lips. Eagerly the athlete drank the warm liquid. The alcohol had an immediate stimulating and reviving effect on his drained body. He belched and started again to fuck the bench for all he was worth. “Huh … huh … huh!” his desperate gasps told all about his predicament. He had been milked and made to cum as a bottom. But now as he was asked to show his prowess as a fucker he failed. In mounting panic he felt himself getting weaker. No way, his macho pride couldn’t accept that kind of defeat. “Urrgh … urrgh … urggh!” growling grunts came from deep inside his throat, as he forced himself on and on beyond any limit. Finally he sensed the first soft tingling in his balls, indicating that his body was preparing for release. Encouraged he slammed into the bench with renewed force. His mouth was wide open while his chest pumped the air like bellows. Don and Howie couldn’t watch the scene any longer passively. They got up and unzipped their pants. Damon hardly noticed that the teens took turns to feed him their dicks. He sucked them instinctively because it turned him on. Then they were standing at his sides, towering over his sweat-drenched, wildly humping body, jacking their cocks and whacking his sexy ass cheeks in turns. That did it. “Ahhhhh … Uuhhhhhhh … awwwww!” the muscle hunk experienced again an unbelievable kind of orgasm, howling his lust completely uninhibited and unashamed in the presence of the two brats. The poor man was so exhausted that he collapsed in a heap in his awkward position. “Wow! That was absolutely fantastic!” Howie hollered. “Yeah that rocks!” Don laughed. He was so excited that he even forgot to put his dick back inside his pants,” …and we have it all on tape!” Howie reached under Damon’s belly and carefully removed the cum-filled condom from the swollen dick. The rod was still hard but the balls had shrunk considerably. “I think we drained him.” sympathetically Howie looked at the sleeping wrestler. “Well we have his juice, now let’s pack our things and go before he wakes up,” Don urged. He untied Damon’s wrists. “Oouuuhh …,” Damon moaned pathetically. He tried to get up, but he was to week and exhausted. Clumsily he crawled from the bench. His shoulders drooped forward. Standing uneasy trembling on all fours his head was slowly rising. Howie looked into his handsome, reddened face that looked so terrible tired. The dark-brown hair was drenched in sweat and the sensuous lips were slightly gaping apart. Damon was slowly crawling towards the teen, fixing the eyes behind the glasses. He wanted to lunge at the stunned teenager but managed only to grab one of Howie’s legs. With obvious efforts he managed to get hold with his other hand and pulled his body half way up. “Youuuuu …” he tried to talk, but stopped when he saw Howie’s cock still dangling from his fly. Like Don he had been so carried away that he had simply forgotten to zip his pants. Driven by pure reflex he stuffed his big dick inside the inviting mouth in front of him. The dizzy wrestler was so shocked, that he lost his grip and fell back on his hands, but he did not release the dick. As if hypnotized he was fixing Howie’s gaze and he started to suck. Howie felt the tongue lapping around his fast hardening dick. Instinctively he seized the hunk’s head and bobbed it back and forth. “Mmmpphh…” once more Damon’s slurping filled the room. Don had watched the scene in utter surprise. As if spellbound he stumbled towards the kneeling Mexican champion. His dick needed only a few strokes to be hard again and he lubed it quickly with his own saliva. Damon felt his muscular butt cheeks gently pushed apart. First he tried to shrink away from the soft touch at his sphincter, but than the teasing touch came again. His buttocks were released and the touch of his ass became an irresistible temptation. Cautiously he pushed back. His ass ring made contact, sending a shiver of excitement through his system. Don released the butt cheeks and enjoyed the warm touch as they closed around his dick, trapping it in a warm slippery embrace. His hands traveled over the lower back of the kneeling hunk. The muscular body was gently rocking under him by the rhythm in which Howie was grinding Damon’s throat with his dick. He looked to his friend. “Spit roast …” Howie was whispering only. Don pushed his hips forward, cautiously probing how far he could go. He was aware that the man was now free and if he decided to take revenge, the two teens wouldn’t have any chance to escape from his wrath. When his dickhead met again with the sphincter he felt a soft push as if the ass was unwilling to let his dick slip away. He pushed a little further and sensed a resistance. He could never explain why he did what he did next. It just came to him to whack the round butt cheeks simultaneously from both sides. “Uhmmm,” there was a short grunt of protest but the muscular body jerked as well back. Almost obediently the ass ring opened and Don’s cock slipped inside the tight rectum. It was an indescribable rush for the two teens to see the champion’s dream body stuffed from both sides eagerly servicing them. Both thrust now deftly as if somehow wanting their dickheads to meet somewhere inside of the shaking heap of muscle. “Uhm … uhm … uhmmmm,” Damon’s grunts intensified. His body dictated him to enjoy the thrill of both dicks. He tried to push back as far as possible to take Don’s dick up to the hilt. At the same time he embraced Howie’s hips and buried his face deep in the teen’s groin taking his cock as deep down his throat as it would go. Still he was not satisfied. His rocking accelerated, pulling and pushing the teens with him. Neither Howie was able to break the grip around his hips, nor was Don able to retract his dick from the viselike grip of the clenched ass. The bucking motions became so powerful that the teens needed to support themselves on the sweaty broad back below. They felt muscles rippling under their hands while the brawny body was rocking and writhing with increasing speed and dynamic. The sensations on their young dicks drove them wild as well. Damon was now driven by the quest for pure lust, his horny grunts and the moans of the teens who were approaching their climax too, became louder and more urgent. The two youngsters were gyrating their hips in the same way as they had seen it by Damon earlier, drilling the muscle boy from both ends. His twitching dick with the contracted nut sac was swinging between his thighs. His bucking increased so much that the teens could hear the bonerized meat pole slapping against the wrestlers six-pack abs. Howie couldn’t bare it any longer. The suction on his dick was too much. His hips bucked wildly when gush after gush of his cum flooded Damon’s throat. Cum and saliva drooled from the corners of his stuffed mouth. Don followed almost instantly. For a second time Damon’s muscle butt was filled with gooey teenage cum. It was just at this moment when the full extent of humiliation kicked in and the shocking awareness what was done to him and what he was doing. He was reduced to 185 lb. muscle beef impaled on two teen cocks and he was enjoying it. The two scrawny nerds obviously enjoyed themselves as well and filled him from both sides. Damon’s eyes bulged in their sockets when Don’s gyrating thrusts hit his prostate several times in a row. The dark-red head of his baby-maker ballooned while his depleted balls tried to pump the last drops of cum. The hunk managed to produce a few tiny driblets that oozed in a thin silvery string from the piss slit to the floor. The almost dry climax enhanced by the desperate contractions of his balls to produce more of his man juice hit him with an unrivaled power. Each spasm was a combination of both agonizing lust and punches in the gut. His knees and arms buckled unable to support the weight of his body any longer. The exhausted man was already asleep when his body slumped on the ground. The two teens recovered rather quickly and gave each other a high five. “I think he deserves a present,” Howie said “let him have the panty hose. My sister has so many, she will hardly miss that one.” “You are crazy!” Don rolled his eyes. The two packed their bags and left the softly snoring wrestler on the floor. Damon woke up in the morning with an aching head. His red eyes blinked to avoid the sun that was shining through the gym’s windows. He felt as if he had wrestled a gorilla. Groaning he heaved his mangled body from the floor. His macho ego wanted to believe, that he had had a bad dream, however, there was dried cum all over his battered body and there was the panty hose gagged into his mouth. “Shit!” he spat the gag out. He yawned while rubbing his stiff neck that was still showing the marks from Howie’s love bites. “Fuck!” He had wanted to get laid but he had been screwed. His gaze traveled down between his legs. The usual impressive outline of his juicy set of balls was now shrouded by the wrinkled skin of the emptied nut sac. The raging hard-on from the night before was gone and all that was left of his once proud cunt stretcher was a deflated limp meat knob coated with dried cum. If he had been overpowered by a stronger opponent and even raped he could have dealt somehow with this kind of defeat. He had met his match, however, being mastered by two scrawny nerds. Still finding it hard to accept, that his juices had been extracted just for the purpose of being used in a high school experiment, he sat down on the bench and looked thoughtfully at the panty hose in his hands. Nigel and Bekim the stocky Indonesian entered the gym for their morning warm-up. They were stunned to find Damon buck naked, cum-covered with a panty hose in his hand. “Wow! Somebody had quite a night!” Nigel laughed. “How many chicks did you fuck, champ, although you look rather fucked up yourself.” “Oh shut up you asshole. Mind your own business!” Damon wanted to shout but he could only rasp. “Hey nobody calls me an asshole!” Nigel replied angry. “Well I do, sucker!” Damon rose from the bench. “That’s it! You and I have a score to settle anyway”, Nigel yelled. “Oh really! Aussie boy needs another lesson, isn’t it?” Damon challenged. “You tricked me and you only got away from him,” Nigel pointed at Bekim, who hadn’t said a word so far, “because you were lucky!” “I ain’t need luck or tricks to fuck you losers!” Damon boasted. “Ok, big shot. You wanted it!” Nigel stripped the T-Shirt over his head and kicked his sneakers of. Clad only in his faded jeans he climbed into the gym’s wrestling ring. “And you’ll get it!”, Damon looked for his pants. “No need for that, we are in private aren’t we?” Bekim wearing a pair of shorts grabbed the Latino’s arm and pushed him to the ring. “Fuck you, gook!” Damon snorted. He wanted to lunge at Bekim when Nigel grabbed him from behind and pulled him over the top rope inside the ring. Damon stumbled and fell in the center. Nigel went after him and applied a full nelson before he could get up on his feet. Damon struggled violently, but the brats had screwed him too good. The Viagra was still forcing him into an erection. Nigel laughed when saw Damon’s shrunken cock flapping around over the pathetic shrunken set of balls while he was struggling. “Where did your balls go lover-boy?” Nigel sneered. “Damn’ you sucker!” Damon cursed. While he was still kept firmly in the Australian’s hold Bekim bent his knees. In shock Damon realized that the Asian had lowered his pants and was offering him his dick. “Nooo ..mmmmhhh …mmphh,” Damon’s protest was muffled by Bekim’s cock. “Now you suck!” the Asian commanded. Damon found himself on all fours, his head now kept pressed against Bekim’s groin, while he was sucking the Asian’s shaft. Nigel had discarded his jeans and straddled the kneeling Latino. Bekim withdrew his cock and Nigel clenched his thighs around Damon’s waist. When the viselike grip closed, Damon howled in pain. “Yes, ridem’ Cowboy!” Bekim cheered and Nigel paraded Damon through the ring on all fours until the Mexican collapsed under him. Nigel turned the helpless wrestler on his back. He kneeled taking the Latino’s head between his thighs and force-fed him again his cock. Bekim grabbed Damon’s ankles and pushed his thighs up against his chest. With his butt high in the air, Damon’s asshole was defenseless exposed. Bekim looked questioningly at Nigel, while Damon struggled weakly. “Go ahead, nail that pussy-boy”, Nigel encouraged his friend, who rammed his dick into the howling Mexican. “Fucked, fucked by a gook,” Damon moaned ashamed of his performance. “My girl would never like such a loser as you are,” Nigel laughed. He pulled his dick from Damon’s mouth and rubbed it across the crimson sweaty face. Saliva and pre-cum mixed with Damon’s tears of pain and humiliation. Before the fallen champion was able to answer, Nigel fed him his 10 inch Aussie meat again. His hairy nut sac was pressed over Damon’s nose, when Nigel drove his dick down his throat as deep as it would go. “Yeah suck me, pussy-boy!” Nigel was close. Bekim enjoyed plowing the tight rectum. He held Damon’s leg’s by the ankles and spread them wide to have best access to the Latino’s gaping butt cheeks. The involuntary wriggling of Damon’s hips told the Asian that the Mexican had started to enjoy the fuck-ride. “Look at that whore, he likes it!” Bekim hollered. “Not such a macho man anymore, uhh shit I’m cuming!” Nigel howled. Again he pulled his throbbing dick from Damon’s mouth. It took just a few jerks and he shot a huge load of gooey cum over the panting wrestler’s face. The Latino was still blinking the cum from his eyes, when the Indonesian withdrew his cock. Continuing to pump his meat Bekim pointed his dick head across the sweat-soaked muscle boy. Nigel understood immediately, what Bekim was up to. He grabbed Damon’s head and forced him to face Bekim. “Uuhhh … yeah, ” Bekim came with a frantic roar. A huge gush of creamy spunk squirted over Damon’s chest and hit him right into his face. “Noooooo!” The Mexican howled in frustration, when the salty slime drooled into his mouth. Damon screamed more then once during the sparing lesson that the two provided him. Bekim and Nigel tried every hold on him that they knew. His once hard-muscled body was thoroughly softened and when he finally begged then to stop, they stretched and strained a little bit more until he cried almost hysterically for mercy. Epilogue: Press Report: Today the International Free Style Wrestling Championships started with a scandal. Favorite and reigning champion Damon Valderrama from Mexico was found unconscious in the arena when the gates opened this morning. It was reported that apart from a panty hose he was naked. He had been sent to a hospital. The organizers announced later that Mr. Valderrama will no longer compete in the tournament. The World Free Style Wrestling Federation has suspended Mr. Valderrama’s license until he will explain his indecent exposure. Mr. Valderrama was not available for any comment.

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