Conquest of the Latin Stallion

From: Randy Dragon

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.

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 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 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. 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.