"Oh, Master! I... I'll suck you, Master! I want to suck your beautiful cock!"
Lassiter relaxed, pleased with Jerry's groveling response. The teen's lips brushed the swollen, heated glans, moved across the big hole in the center. It was broad and deep, would emit a thick and flat stream of piss.
Swallowing the lump that had risen into his throat, the teen opened his mouth, let his tongue move out to probe the urethral opening. He swallowed, working his throat to produce saliva that eased the task, and Lassiter sighed with pleasure as the wet sensation moved across his cockhead. He fell back again, pulling Jack with him, against his side, fingers squeezing and pinching the naked youth's exposed tits and genitals.
"Kiss me, Jack!"
Jack turned his face up at the command, permitted Lassiter's tongue to move across his face. The slave wriggled his fingers behind his back, gasping as his shoulders were worked painfully when the man's arm squeezed down on him. Then the great mouth was open, the tongue stabbing against the teen's teeth; Lassiter's lips spread wide to slobber against Jack's chin and his nose.
"Beautiful slaves! Beautiful!"
Lassiter rolled his lips against. Jack, wetting the teen's entire face, the man's tongue stabbing into the slave's ears to trace the whorls and convolutions. Then he caught Jack's tongue as it came out to lick the slave's lips and pulled it into his own mouth with his teeth, Jack wincing at the stab of pain. Lassiter chewed against the teen's organ, biting gently and then hard as tears started to flow from Jack's eyes.
"Oh! OHHHHHH!" He sucked his tongue back into his mouth. "You're hurting me!"
"Master!"
"Yes -- Master! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Master! But you're hurting me!"
"Isn't that too bad?"
Lassiter ground his mouth against the teen again, chewing on Jack's lower lip, smothering the teen's new cry of pain. Then he relented, licking away the hot tears coursing down the teen's cheeks, contenting himself with pinching the youth's small nipples into full erection. His tongue moved down to Jack's throat, his teeth opening to take in the Adam's apple, nibbling it as it bobbed up and down with the working of the teen's throat.
"Yes, sweet! Suck me, baby!"
He glanced down at Jerry, who had laved the entire glans with his saliva. Now the teen was pushing his lips against the bottom of the still-limp cock, forcing it up against Lassiter's groin, turning his head sideways to work along the great vein with his tongue.
"Take it in your mouth! Suck!"
He gasped, closing his eyes as he pulled away to let the glans fall over the balls again. Then Jerry bent down beneath it, pushing his lips over the swell of the cockhead, his tongue darting into the opening and licking away a single drop of piss-tasting fluid. He made a face. Jack's piss was almost delicious in comparison with this horrible stuff!
"Ahhhhhh, yes! Yesssssss! Do it, slave! Suck your master's big cock!"
Lassiter's fingers caught Jerry's head again, this time stroking the teen gently as Jerry opened his jaws as wide as he could, pushing against the huge cockhead, and it suddenly popped through. The teen swallowed, astonished, the shape nearly filling his mouth, his tongue pushing against the bottom of it and pressing it against the soft palate.
"Oh, yes! Beautiful! Suck! Beautiful sucker!"
He crooned to the teen, his eyes closed, and reached down to stroke Jack's cock again, masturbating the teen gently. Jack lay back against Lassiter's body, the man's thick hair scratch wherever it touched him. The teen's prick was building with need, and he sighed as the man's fingers worked him up and down.
"Ohhhhhh, Master! Master!"
"Yes! Yes, my beautiful young slave!" Lassiter's eyes remained closed as he stroked Jack, his feet moving around Jerry's ass to pull the teen on his cock closer to its target.
"Beautiful slaves!" he said, sighing. "I knew your were born to be slaves when I saw you!"
The huge cock trembled in Jerry's mouth, but showed no signs of stiffening. Lassiter pushed his groin against the teen, almost rising from the seat, the cushion losing the imprint of his ass. Jerry swallowed against the great cock head, which was all the way into his throat now, almost two inches of the shaft pushing behind it. The teen's eyes closed as he breathed in the man's sweat and bodily secretions, his own cock tight against his belly with the force of his erection.
"Suck me, slave!"
The mumbled words were little more than a whisper as the man moved his ass farther down, pushing out against the teen, who sucked again and stopped, shocked as the great cockhead broke through the barrier and slid into his throat.
"OHHHHHHHHH, GOD!" Lassiter's eyes opened in astonishment and he glanced down at the teen. "Good Lord -- you have it! You have it in your throat!"
Jerry's head bobbed, unable to answer, the teen's fingers working frantically behind his back. The great cockhead was in his throat, but he was still able to breathe, his breath blasting hot from his nostrils against the burning shape of the cock.
"Oh, Christ! I don't believe it! Koch! KOCH!"
The chauffeur's voice came from an intercom. "Yes, Mr. Lassiter?"
"The slave's sucked my cock! He swallowed it, Koch! It's in his throat!"
"Really, sir?" The driver's voice showed pleasure for his employer. "That's wonderful! Can he take it all?"
"We'll soon find out! Suck me, slave! Suck it all!"
As astonished as the man, Jerry bobbed his head in acknowledgement of the order, and when he came down another inch of the cock shaft moved into his throat. Lassiter sighed in pleasure, releasing Jack to let the teen tumble against the seat, putting both of his hands on Jerry's head.
"Suck it, slave! Take it down!"
Again Jerry's throat worked and his face moved closer to the hairy groin as the tremendous cock shaft moved into his throat. Half of it was in his mouth now, and still coming. He felt the first of the pubic curls brushing against his lips and the bottom of his chin as he forced himself down farther. He could feel the great shape swelling his throat, moving into his chest, but he kept moving, pushing his face farther and farther.
"GOD! GOD! KOCH! HE'S DOING IT!"
"Congratulations, sir!"
"Oh, God! Don't stop, slave! Keep sucking!"
He guided Jerry now, working the slave faster, the teen turning his face and screwing himself down onto the great cock the way his father had screwed Jack onto his prick when fucking the slave. Lassiter was gasping constantly, his balls jumping, a stirring moving through his cock as his erection began to grow.
"Jesus Christ! Koch! I'm getting hard!"
"Oh, marvelous, Mr. Lassiter! I'm so happy for you!"
"Yes! YES! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!"
Blood was coming slowly from the rest of the man's body, moving up into the shaft of his large cock as the slave continued to suck. Less than an inch was outside now. Jerry thought the cockhead must be in his stomach! His chest ached with the strain of accepting the invader. But he continued to push down on it, his ass coming off his heels as he sucked, his throat working and working until his lips pushed the gray curls down tight against the skin and there was no more to take. He had it all!
"He's got it, Koch! Every last inch! He took it all!"
Lassiter slammed his cock up against Jerry's face, nearly throwing the slave off balance as he rammed his great cock into the wonderful, wet constricting throat. His cock was growing harder, standing out, Jerry forced to stretch to hold himself above it, forced to come to his knees as the steel-hard rod slammed within his body, hurting terribly.
"UGH! GRGGGGG! GLACAJGGG!"
Jerry fought the horrible hard cock, dancing around, pulling back against Lassiter's hands. He gasped for breath, but the swollen erection pressed against his windpipe. He started to swoon as stars exploded across the back of his vision and oxygen starvation robbed his brain of necessary energy.
"OH, SLUT! GODDAMN! FUCK!"
Lassiter slammed one final time into Jerry's throat, then pushed the slave off his cock, bouncing him on the floor
. He fell on his back, new pain stabbing through his tied wrists and his shoulders, but blessed air was moving into his aching lungs. The slave breathed and again, rolling onto his side, his tears soaking the soft plush carpeting.
"FUCK!" roared the man, reaching for Jack. The slave stared in horror at the tremendous erection -- it must have been twelve inches long!
"FUCK! GODDAMN IT, SLAVE, I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU!"
"No! Please -- Master!"
But the man ignored the slave's cry of horror, Jack's words unheard in the roaring pressure of his sexually heated blood. He came off the seat, holding the teen's arms in both hands, squeezing the flesh until new bruises showed on top of the marks of the belt. His foot kicked up against the edge of the seat and it rose silently to fit into a niche in the back, leaving room enough now for the man to stretch out full-length on the mattress-soft floor.
"GODDAMN! DAMN! DAMN! FUCK!"
Jack twisted, tried to wriggle free, but Lassiter was on his knees, turning the teen around, pulling him back against his belly. The great cock slammed across the youth's buttocks and up the ridge of his spine, slick with Jerry's saliva and with new dribbling from the hole in the cockhead. He positioned Jack on his knees, picked up the teen's upper body and slammed it down again. The force of the blow was absorbed by the plush surface, but the teen's ass slammed back against the cockhead.
"YEAH! YEAHHHHHH! TAKE MY COCK!"
One hand in the middle of the teen's back, holding Jack down, Lassiter grabbed his swollen erection in his other hand and rubbed the head against the teen's tight-clutched sphincter. He snorted angrily as Jack resisted the first prodding. He doubled the fist, holding him prisoner, raising it and hammering it down.
"Damn you! Open up!"
The blow hit the teen's spine, stunning him. Jack's eyes were wide, staring at nothing as the twin sobbed, no longer fighting. The cockhead approached again, rubbed the entrance, and his body tightened in reflex.
"DAMN YOU! STOP FIGHTING ME! TAKE IT!"
Lassiter stabbed two fingers into the reluctant rectum, loosening what was there. Suddenly the teen farted, blowing wet against the intruder, but the man ignored the reaction. He removed his hand, wiped it against Jack's ass, and brought the head of his cock to the sphincter again.
"Now... DAMN IT! TAKE IT!"
"OWWWWWWWW!" Jack screamed at the pain of penetration. "You're tearing me apart! OWWWWWWWW!"
"SHIT! SHIT! I'M IN!"
Lassiter crowed his success as his cockhead pushed through the sphincter, popped into the intestine. The momentary release of pressure as the sphincter closed about the shaft beneath the rim let the teen sigh out his relief. Then Lassiter positioned himself a little better, moving his knees back and dropping over the teen, both hands against the floor, trapping Jack between his stiff arms.
"Oh, shit! SHIT! FUCK!"
He stroked forward, slamming the cockhead deep, almost half of the way. The pressure was unbearable, but Jack was beyond screaming. He gasped, his face contorted with pain, his breath caught in his throat.
"YEAH! YEAH! YEAHHHH, FUCK!"
Lassiter cried out happily, slamming against the teen again without retreating. His cock moved down, the swollen glans pushing through the sensitive lining of the teen's guts, rubbing fire on every side.
"Oh! Ohhhhhh! OH, MASTER!"
"Yes! Yes, slave! I'm your master!"
"OHHHHH, GOD!"
"Slave! Slave! Beautiful slave!"
"OH, MASTER! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK ME, MASTER!"
"YES! YES, I'M FUCKING YOU, SLAVE!"
"OHHHHHH, GOD!"
Jerry rubbed pain from his throat by twisting his chin back and forth against the plush cushion, hearing Jack's cries of incredible pleasure. The teen raised his head, staring at his twin as the man's large cock slammed into the teen. Both participants in the kicking were gasping, laughing, crying, begging.
"OH, FUCK! OH, CHRIST! I'M... SLUT! SLUT! I'M COMING!"
"NO!" screamed the twin. "DON'T! DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEEEE!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Lassiter slammed one final time into Jack's ass, his cock throbbing and swelling, and the blast of semen slammed out of the cannon-barrel, painting the compacted shit-mass white. The teen felt the stuff erupt in his guts, felt himself awash with the man's copious spendings, gasping as the cock stabbed, stopped pumping.
"Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhh!"
Jack's eyes closed as Lassiter collapsed against him, his heavy weight pushing the teen flat against the floor. The tied teen's wrists and shoulders hurt anew, trapped beneath the slavemaster's chest, but the cock in his ass worked to the beating of Lassiter's heart.
"Oh, Christ!" The man swallowed, working his tongue across his lips. "Christ!"
"My asshole!" Jack sobbed.
"Yeah, baby!" Lassiter grinned. "Beautiful asshole! Jesus, maybe I won't sell you after all!"
Suddenly he moved his weight against the teen, pushing Jack onto his side, gathering him into his arms as he brought his knees up against the back of the teen's legs. The great cock continued to throb, but it was softening, retreating from the terrible penetration, the pain turning completely to pleasure as the teen worked his sphincter, trying to milk the shaft of more cum.
"Christ!" said Lassiter again, and kissing the teen's neck. "You're worth more than I first thought. If you can both fuck and suck like that, I can ask the moon!"
"Master?" Jerry asked the question, staring over the top of his twin's head as Lassiter opened his eyes.
"What is it?"
"What... what's gonna happen to us, this summer?"
"A fair question. It's none of your business. Your only concern is doing what you're told. Everything you're told. But I'm feeling good, so I'll tell you."
Lassiter rubbed Jack's belly, pinching the teen's tits as Jerry blinked, waiting for him to continue. He sighed, hollowing his stomach and working his cock within the tight clutch of the young rectum.
"Good! Oh, yes! I have an island resort for rich men, Jerry. Very rich men. They pay three thousand dollars a day. Naturally they expect to receive something for their money, and so I give them the use of my slaves. You will obey their every order."
"What..." Jerry's lips were dry. "What will they do to us?"
"Whatever enters their minds. Sucking and fucking, of course, in great abundance. Some slaves have been known to spend the entire summer with a cock in their ass and another in their mouth. You'll learn to drink piss and clean assholes with your tongues, though I don't permit the guests to shit in my slaves' mouths -- there's too much danger of disease. Of course, what they do to their personal slaves is their own affair."
"You sell us after the summer is over?"
"Of course. I have no use for you during the winter. There are twenty staff members on the island. You will obey them just as you do the masters. Everyone goes naked on the island, of course. They must leave every article of clothing before they board the plane that takes them north."
"Master?" Jack sighed with pleasure as the cock softened within his ass. "Where is the island?"
Lassiter laughed. "Far north. In Canada. You'll find no guards -- we don't need them. You can swim to shore, but there's a hundred miles of heavy forest before you find another human being. Fifty miles more before you come to the first excuse for a town. I've had the island almost ten years -- this is my tenth summer -- and I've never yet had a slave escape."
He sighed, rubbing the teen again, and cupping Jack's cock and balls. The teen's prick was still erect. He gasped at the pressure.
"Nice cocks. I do believe you are the most beautiful slaves I've ever owned. I do hope you're not bought by one of the mutilators."
"Uh..." Jerry swallowed again. "Mutilators?"
"Some of my customers buy slaves just to torture them." He sighed. "What a waste. But each to his pleasures. I certainly hope you won't have to lose your testicles or your cocks."
The twins shuddered together, the same thoughts running in b
oth young minds. What kind of madmen came to this island?
"Master?" asked lack, softly. "Why don't you keep us, Master? For yourself."
"The thought crossed my mind," he admitted.
"But business before pleasure. I'm in the slave business. A dealer should not be a collector, else he'd never sell his most precious treasures."
Lassiter sighed again, closing his eyes and gathering the twin closer. Jack winced at the pressure against his bound arms.
"Master? Can't you untie us now?"
"Not until you're on the island. Now hush and go to sleep, both of you."
Even as he said it the light in the compartment dimmed controlled by the chauffeur, who had been listening to the conversation. Jack felt the man's breath move across the top of his head, the twin swallowing against the pain in his body. Even the throbbing cock shape in his ass was no longer as comforting. He tried to peer though the darkness at his brother, but dared not speak.
Jerry heard Lassiter's whistling breath as the man dozed off, the twin fighting the rope binding his wrists. But his father had tied the rope too well; there was no sign of easing tension. At last he stopped struggling, sighing, praying instead. God! What was going to happen to them?
The limousine purred through the darkness, the cars motion over the road unfelt by the sleeping passengers in the special compartment. The twins were still dozing when there was a sudden change, the movement slowing. The three naked bodies rocked forward slightly when the car braked to a stop, and a moment later the door opened, a single interior light flooding on again.
"We're at the dock, Mr. Lassiter."
"Urnmm?" Lassiter opened his eyes, sighed, and pulled his cock from Jack's ass. It made a loud noise as it came out and fell wetly against his thigh. The man sat up, shaking the sleep from his eyes, and pulled his ass across the floor, his feet hitting the ground.
"All right, slaves -- outside!"
Koch barked the order, Jerry and Jack moving quickly to obey. The twins staggered as they hit the ground and stood erect, blinking against the night. They were on the shore of a wide river or a small lake, a float plane bobbing at the end of a wooden dock. And now a naked man came out of the plane, jumped to the dock, his skin white in the moonlight.
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