‘Lick it,’ Winston said.
Brock flicked out his tongue. It tasted of piss and musk but it wasn’t as bad as he expected. The line of precum was a thick drool on his tongue. It upset him more than the taste.
Trusting his obedience, Winston let go of Brock’s head and pulled open his foreskin. Brock pushed his tongue under the foreskin cleaning the glistening head underneath. Daquan pushed his head forward making his tongue go even deeper under Winston’s foreskin.
The taste deep under his foreskin was much more pungent but at least Winston’s hygiene was good. Winston pulled back and tilted Brock’s face up to his. Brock closed his mouth but Winston shook his head. Brock reopened it. Already he was their obedient slave. He kept telling himself it was only 3 months. Then Winston spat in Brock’s mouth. Brock flung his head back and hit it on the wall. He gagged and spat on the floor. It was somehow worse than the piss and taste of cock. It felt so intimate and yet dehumanising.
Winston lifted Brock’s head and slapped him hard. Brock’s ears rang and he couldn’t focus his vision for a moment.
‘Open your mouth as wide as you can,’ Winston said. ‘Wider.’
Brock opened his mouth wide until his jaw started to click. Automatically a little drool fell from his tongue down his chin and onto his piss stained chest.
Winston grabbed the back of Brock’s head and started to feed his semi hard dick in. It was about twelve inches now and even with his mouth unnaturally wide Brock barely fit it in it was so fat.
After about 4 inches it reached Brock’s gag reflex. He retched a little and Winston held his dick there for a moment. Then he gripped the back of Brock’s head and pushed hard. The huge cock tore into his throat. Brock’s eyes rolled into his head as he felt his throat cartilage cracking to accommodate Winston’s monster.
‘Look at that bitch’s throat bulge,’ Daquan said.
Brock was barely aware as his body kept gagging to try and dislodge the monster. He could feel his stomach fluids in his throat but they couldn’t get past the cock. Occasionally a little splatter of throat slime sprayed out lubing more of Winston’s shaft.
Tears streamed down Brock’s face and he just look up at his abuser who stared back at him emotionless.
There was now only 3 inches left. It had only taken ten seconds but Brock thought he’d pass out from lack of oxygen. The grasped the dicks in his hands really hard from panic as Winston bottomed out in his throat. The balls rested, slimy against his chin.
After a few seconds Winston pulled all the way out. Brock gagged and choked and heaved but only piss and throat slime came out; he’d missed dinner due to registration.
Winston continued to rape Brock’s throat silently for twenty minutes as Brock continued to gag and retch. Winston was mechanical keeping up an even-paced relentless rhythm making Brock take his dick balls deep every time before fully pulling out. Once it was over Brock couldn’t close his mouth properly. It was locked in place. Winston’s now hard dick stood at just over 14 inches. Daquan was 9 inches fully hard and Dan’s was now 10. Brock had been raped for nearly 40 minutes and none of them had cum yet.
‘On the bed,’ Winston ordered.
Dan and Daquan went over and lay on the bed with their heads at opposite ends and their crotches rubbing together. Winston pushed Brock over so his face was at their cocks and his arse hung out of the bed.
Daquan grabbed Brock’s head eager to get a blowjob. He was much smaller but more violent. He kept thrusting the last few inches of his cock down Brock’s throat so he continually gagged and spewed stomach juices everywhere. Brock pleaded for his life but it just came out at garbled moans that vibrated beautifully against Daquan’s dick.
Brock felt his eyes roll in his head and a semi-conscious calm take over. He continued to gurgle on dick but he wasn’t fighting or gagging violently. He just let it happen. In response Daquan fucked his throat even harder but Brock kept taking it without complaint.
Winston spread Brock’s buttcheeks to look at the untouched pink pucker. Brock had even shaved here and it looked like the first arsehole Winston ever fucked that belonged to a 12 year old in his school when he was a senior. Hopefully Brock wouldn’t spend as long in hospital as that guy.
He spat on the hole and rubbed his rough fingers against the tiny opening. Brock barely twitched as Winston slid a finger in there but his hole instinctively tightened making progress hard.
Brock felt his butt being invaded by Winston’s finger but didn’t have any will left. He realised he was completely broken and he sobbed. Winston’s finger felt like sandpaper tearing at his innocence and his body tightened instinctively but Winston was soon down to the knuckle.
Now a broken slut, Brock started to flick his tongue out and taste Daquan’s balls when he slammed his shaft down Brock’s throat.
Daquan laughed and said, ‘We’ve actually turned the bitch. He wants more.’
Daquan lifted Brock off his dick and spat in his face.
‘Say thank you,’ Daquan said.
‘Thank you,’ Brock responded mechanically tears still streaming down his face.
Winston took this opportunity to force a second finger up the boy. Brock moaned. This hurt a lot more and a hint of fight resurfaced in him. He squirmed but could barely move in his position.
‘Let me fuck his throat!’ Dan said, tired of just jerking his cock. He’d given up all pretence of being nice to the boy. He was too horny to care.
He grabbed Brock, one hand gripping his hair the other pulling his mouth open by the chin. Brock’s tongue lolled out drooling over Dan’s massively thick 10 inch cock. It was even thicker than Winston’s 14 inch one.
‘Say Aaaaah,’ Dan said.
TBC…
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