
Southern Boy - Chapter 8
Southern Boy - Chapter 8
Topher
Our beautiful captive Topher is bolted to a wall at his wrists and ankles. He’s been whipped, stretched and fucked mercilessly. He can only imagine what his cruel torturer – Jared – is going to do him next. At first Jared just strokes his body and cock appreciatively. Then he announces: “I love beating the shit out of pretty boys like you” as he puts on a pair of boxing gloves. And these aren’t heavily padded, ordinary boxing gloves. They are hard-rubber training gloves meant for the heavy bag. They hurt like hell, multiplying the force of each blow. Jared, solid muscle from head to toe, pounds Topher long and hard. This it a gut-punching fantasy come true. Next week: Clothespins.
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Hoping that he might be able to please his master and avoid a 12-hour crucifixion for his crimes – the longest allowed by law – Jared drives a thousand miles to get a his master a special treat
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Hoping that he might be able to please his master and avoid a 12-hour crucifixion for his crimes – the longest allowed by law – Jared drives a thousand miles to get a his master a special treat – a southern farm boy, blonde, blue-eyed, innocent and trusting. He knows farm boys hitchhike in the Southern back-country, never suspecting a man behind the wheel might have ulterior motives. Topher is just such a boy, 22, with smooth skin, a boyish face and fit body, built on the farm, not in the gym. Like all true country boys, he wears no underwear under his thin, cotton shorts, adding to his sex appeal. He will be tortured for no reason but his good looks. Jared’s master accepts his gift, but shows no mercy, sending Jared to jail to await crucifixion. Next week: Flogger and clothes pins.
Ten hours ago, Topher was hitchhiking to a buddy’s barn party, thinking only about which girl he might hook up with. But he never made it there. Somewhere along the way, everything went wrong. Now he’s thousands of miles from home, stripped naked, chained to a metal table, a hood covering his face. He doesn’t know where he is or why he’s here—only that a man with a deep voice is circling him, fondling his body and striking him with a whip. Then a heavier lash cracks across his chest, his stomach—his cock—again and again. The pain is unbearable. And when the clamps are locked on his nipples, cock, and balls, he realizes: this is only the beginning.
Next week: Pinned and racked.
Southern boy Topher is naked on the bondage table, his cock, balls, nipples and navel throbbing, clamped with over a dozen clothespins. He has been in total darkness for so long he’s lost track of time. Suddenly, his hood is removed. “Who are you? Why are you doing this,” he sputters, blinking at a strange, middle-aged man hovering over him with a glint of lust in his eyes. “Welcome to hell, pretty boy,” the man smirks, before pulling off the clips from his nipples – and beating the damaged flesh. The boy’s torture has just become. “Stretch him, Jared,” the man announces, and Topher hears a “click, click, click” then feels his body stretching. Next week: Jerked off in pain.
Topher’s odyssey in hell continues as his fit, young body is stretched to the point of continuous agony. The man torturing him continues to click the winch tighter and tighter, then orders Jared to jerk the kid off. Topher can’t believe the pain as his kidnapper removes the clothespin from his cock and balls and new blood rushes in. He winces in pain as Jared lubes up his injured phallus. Despite the pain, Jared’s expert hands make him rock hard until he finally busts a huge load of cum all over his smooth stomach and chest. Somehow Topher thinks his performance has earned him release. Instead he is stretched even harder. Next week: Forced to suck cock.
Topher has been stretched to the breaking point, his lean body spread-eagled tight, as Jared, now completely naked, his cock starting to get hard, climbs on top of him. “Suck it, boy,” Jared demands then shoves his cock into Topher’s mouth. The boy gags but takes the cock, trying desperately to please this man who has the power to inflict even worse torture on him. Jared fucks the boy’s mouth long and hard. “No teeth!” he snarls, slapping Topher’s face. On the verge of cumming, Jared pulls out and cums all over Topher’s chest, wiping his dripping cock on the boy’s pec. Jared just smirks, stepping off the table, his magnificent body flexing with every move. Then he cranks the winch several turns and leaves Topher in total agony. Next week: Fuck machine.
Pretty boy Topher can’t believe what is happening to him. He is in a cold, damp room, naked, with two men – a large, older man who appears to be in charge and a young, muscular stud who follows the older man’s commands and seems to enjoy hurting people. Topher is on his knees and elbows, clamped into some kind of device that keeps his butt up in the air. Then the man shows him the hard-rubber dildo that will be rammed into his virgin asshole. Oh, god. Next week: Fucked harder.
Topher continues to fuck himself, moving his hips back and forth against the dildo fixed in position. Jared is just getting started. He pulls the chain around Topher’s neck back, making it impossible for him to move and forcing his ass higher in the air. Then Jared starts fucking the kid again. “Fuck that ass, Jared!” the older man yells. “I want to hear him scream!” Jared picks up the pace, sending Topher into spasms of agony. Then he shoves the dildo in deep and leaves it in place. Topher can’t imagine how things could be worse. Then the older man whips the soles of his feet while he remains impaled. Poor, poor boy. Next week: Gut-Punching.
Our beautiful captive Topher is bolted to a wall at his wrists and ankles. He’s been whipped, stretched and fucked mercilessly. He can only imagine what his cruel torturer – Jared – is going to do him next. At first Jared just strokes his body and cock appreciatively. Then he announces: “I love beating the shit out of pretty boys like you” as he puts on a pair of boxing gloves. And these aren’t heavily padded, ordinary boxing gloves. They are hard-rubber training gloves meant for the heavy bag. They hurt like hell, multiplying the force of each blow. Jared, solid muscle from head to toe, pounds Topher long and hard. This it a gut-punching fantasy come true. Next week: Clothespins.
After his brutal gut-punching, Topher is left alone in the cold, concrete dungeon, bolted against the wall, for hours. He’s been in the dungeon so long, he’s lost track of day and night and has no idea how long he has been held captive – days, weeks? Then suddenly his mind focuses again: Jared enters, muscles rippling, carrying a basket full of clothespins. “Ring his pecs with pins!” the older man announces, appearing out of the shadows, grinning, lust in his eyes. Topher screams as his pecs – and nipples – are covered with dozens of pins, causing a intense, throbbing pain. Then Jared does the same to his ball sack – and the pain is even worse. Then Topher sees the spring-loaded wood clamp, the kind that can crush a finger. Jared clamps it to the tip of his cock. Next week: Crushed cock cums.
Topher has spent hours bolted against a wall, his pecs and ball sack ringed with dozens of biting clothespins. A single, powerful wood clamp crushes the tip of his cock. He literally throbs in agony, his legs shaking, his breathing heavy. “How you liking it, boy?” the man asks with a grin. “It hurts. It hurts so bad,” Topher replies. “Do you want to take them off?” the man asks. “Please, please!” Topher begs, not knowing removing the clamps will cause even more pain than putting them on. Jared unshackles Topher’s right hand and the poor boy moans even deeper as he removes each clip. Show me some cum. You have five minutes.” As Topher gets his huge cock hard, the man makes him stop and show it off, but he still managers to pump out a massive load of cum just in time. Good boy. But he’s not going anywhere. Next week: Mormon boys.