The Guys and Me Again

by Eric Boss

 

 

“FUCKING DIRTY!” I said to the guys, “really fucking filthy …fucking depraved! 

 

“Ace!”  they were enthusiastic, but enthusiastic wasn’t enough.  I wanted their complete dedication; I wanted their imaginations totally focused on giving me utter, fucking, mind-blowing disgusting stuff.  Since the filth I wanted from them was way off the scale, so much further than that which they had previously provided, it was difficult to put it into words. Looking hard into their young, handsome, sleazy eyes I was trying to reach the depths of their wonderfully vile, corrupted, utterly-male souls, the essence of our shared, extreme and unquestionably violent, fucking hard masculinity.

 

“Do you understand, guys?  I want fucking filth the like of which would make an ordinary guy, a vanilla guy, fucking puke himself? ”  They nodded, respectfully. “Whoever you get I want them totally degraded, not just some shitty humiliation, fucking ruined, ok?  IT HAS TO BE FUCKING FILTHY, FUCKING REVOLTING - MUCH, MUCH MORE THAN YOU’VE DONE BEFORE. And you two gorgeous, nasty fuckers - I want you to reach new, far deeper, depths of depravity.”  That roughly had been my instruction to them – oh fuck knows how long ago, a few weeks, couple of months? They had been working on it. Understandably a bit doubtful but they were fucking excited by the challenge – they loved stretching themselves perverted-wise and I knew they were really keen to impress me with just how low, mean, and fucking nasty they could be.  I was looking forward to it. Fuck yeah!

 

It turned out to be a long and varied night.  Don’t be misled by how it began, I wouldn’t want you to miss the best bits.  They were starting deceptively gently - with some boys – unusual.  Not too young of course  – as responsible perverts we don’t like that or approve – although privately we have admitted the thought of it is really fucking nasty – but we leave it at that, thoughts. As it was, it was just three hot, sexy, violent teenage boys - the guys had acquired them to kick off the evening.  It was actually an inspired way to begin – having them on their own, because it fucked them up beautifully by the end.

 

These sexy young thugs, or rather aspirant thugs, wannabe hard nuts, young skinhead types, fuck yeah! - the whole works, shaved heads, bleached jeans, braces, boots – good boots, new, highly polished, sharp laces, my guys were particular about details – they were smoking and drinking beer from cans; Whether or not these kids, with their hot practised sneers and contemptuous snarls – their ‘fucking this and fucking that,’  whether they would live to see another evening was debatable, I didn’t care one way or the other of course, it depended on what the guys had in mind, and the progress of the entertainment.  Anyway for now they had been paid well to come and do some dirty stuff.  They thought they were in charge, they thought they were hard enough, fucking strong enough to be on top if things didn’t go their way.  Sweet.  Fuck yeah - tonight was going to be special, fucking really, really special.  These tough kids were young enough for me to really relish fucking up, fifteen or so, just starting puberty. I wanted to corrupt them as soon as I laid eyes on them.  I wanted to see them descend into being young, disgusting fuck-pigs, I wanted them grunting, wallowing in shit, piss, sperm and fucking vomit. I wanted it seeping from every hole, smeared thick on their young faces, tongues out, lapping it up, I wanted them to have permanent fucking hardons, leaking boy-juice - I wanted them as sex-crazed animals, and above all I wanted them to love it, crave it, beg for it. If I knew my guys, I’d have that and more – I just had to wait.  It was fortunate I was some distance apart from them because I’m sure the predatory look in my eye would have had them more than worried. In looks they ranged from one - facial piercings, dyed-blond spiky Mohican haircut, real tough and nasty, – so he thought, two - pretty boy, red cock-sucker lips, trying really hard to be fucking tough, and three - black, already a fucking mean, dangerous, nasty young thug to whom the other two looked up and tried to emulate.  My Mediterranean guy was with them, giving them cigarettes and cans of beer, talking to them, trying to get them to relax.  The way he was dressed was a bit confusing for them but they tried not to show anything - just cool, hard young boy fucking cool.  I watched them from a distance and enjoyed the show, relishing the anticipation.  Lighting a cigarette, or opening a can, spitting, laughing, pulling on their crotches – it was all an hors d’œuvre for me. My guy’s cock and balls were out on full view, theirs’ were in their jeans, outlined but hidden.  They couldn’t help but keep looking at his great cock, and it was getting hard.

 

“When are the bitches getting here, mate?”

 

“Soon enough, mate.  Mmm, I don’t suppose you’d have any objections if these bitches had big tits?  I mean fucking big tits?  Fucking huge tits?  Eh?  I’m right in assuming you would you like these cunts to have tits like fucking footballs?”

 

“Fuck yeah, mate!”

 

“Tits that stick out a foot in front of the stupid whores?”

 

“Wow!”

 

“And we are talking firm, real meaty young tits, not saggy milk-bags. Just fucking huge tits made to please us guys.”

 

“Fuck yeah, you bet!  Fucking hell!”

 

“Well, you’re in luck, mates.  We’ve got some fucking hot young cunts coming, three fucking hot young cock-hungry slags with fucking monster tits!”

 

“Fucking cool, mate!”

 

“And oozing twats!  And they’re going to do any fucking thing you want them to, they’re just stupid, fucking cock-craving teenage sluts with an IQ on a level with bacteria.  Fuck yeah!  You wait and see.” 

 

“How old?”

 

“Fuck knows, fourteen?  But we’ve paid for the stupid cunts to have injections and their fucking jugs are obscene!”

 

“Wow!  Fucking hell!”  The three boys were laughing hard - trying to be real men. 

 

“But we’re in charge, you’ve got that boys?  You fuck ‘em according to our instructions.”

 

“Cool.”

 

“Now I’m going to repeat that as I want this to be clear, guys; we’re paying for these stupid young cunts - we’re providing - for your pleasure - truly massive tits, slime-oozing twat-holes, fuckable shit-holes and mouth holes for your cocks, but you play it by our rules, remember?  You do what we want with them.  Ok?  Time to meet the boss.”  I advanced a little.  The pretty boy actually put his hand out – as if!  “No, kid, he wants to see what you can do, what you look like when...  you fucking know, I told you. It’s what you are being paid for, shitheads.”  He motioned for the black guy to go first.  They were obviously uncomfortable, not used to be on show, not used to being overtly sexual for someone – me – to look at and appraise.  My guy whispered in the black kid’s ear.  So, this really tasty young black thug moved forward.  He took his cigarette out of his hot, black, thick-lipped mouth and spat on his hand, then he rubbed his hand hard up and down his crotch, while thrusting and doing that grunt thing with his face. He clearly thought he was dealing with some lousy pathetic, middle-aged fag.  I liked it - his actions and his assumptions.  He was taking his time, the cigarette was once again dangling from his sneering, thick, black lips, and with admirable insolence he was looking me full in the face.  He removed the cigarette again, then he picked up his can, put his head back and started to pour the beer into his mouth, but he didn’t swallow, he let it pour out of this mouth, down his chin and neck onto his shirt.  Then when he’d spat the last bits over himself he licked his lips languorously, he put the cigarette back in his mouth, letting it dangle, he threw the can away and rubbed his tits through the sopping t-shirt.  He fucking well knew how to act the tough whore-boy – but in reality, if he did but know it, he was as innocent as a new-born babe.  But not for long.  “Ok, it’ll do to begin with. Next, see if you can do a bit fucking better.”  The black kid looked understandable put out as he thought he’d put on quite a respectable performance, but my guy knew what he was doing.  Keep them on their toes.  The pretty-boy thug moved forward – bleached jeans, red braces – he stood jutting out his crotch, hands on his arse, newly lit cigarette dangling in his cute mouth.  Fucking tasty!  I wondered what he was up to, as he didn’t move, and then I saw a stain start to spread over his crotch – he was pissing himself for me.  He looked me in the eye – so fucking cute – and raised an eyebrow.

 

His black companion said, “Oh fuck, mate, you’re pissing yourself!”

 

“Yeah, so?  It’s good money, and he said he wanted dirty stuff.”  He laughed proud of his nerve.  The stain spread all down one of his legs until it reached the top of his lace-ups.  It was hot, I liked it.  Have you ever had a sexy young skinhead piss himself for you in his bleacher jeans?  Mmmm, it’s nice.

 

“That’ll be cold and feel horrible in while.”

 

“Yeah, well, my guess it we won’t have our fucking jeans on for long.”  That much was true.  My guy told the last one to have a go.

 

“If you shitheads want that bonus, you had better start coming up with some fucking good filth.”  The really nasty looking one, the white one with the piercings and the dyed blond Mohican came forward.  He looked me straight in the eye and sneered, gave his lager can to his mate, and began undoing his flies.  I half expected to see piercings in his cock, but he didn’t have any, he yanked out a nice, weighty piece of meat with a long foreskin and good balls. He showed it around a bit, pulling on his balls, laughing, asking the guys if they had anything as big as that, pulling the foreskin back.  He was able to do that trick of talking while keeping his cigarette in his mouth, I always liked that.  Anyway he took his cigarette in his hand and let a great gob of spit land on his cock, and started to rub it in.  Then he grabbed his beer-can back and poured beer over his cock.  He filled his mouth with the remaining beer, threw the can away, and grabbed pretty-boy, pulling him towards him, pretty-boy opened his mouth to protest and he gobbed the fucking beer in his open mouth, then he kissed him – open-mouthed, lots of tongue, lots of licking, tongue licking tongue. The pretty boy obviously enjoyed the nasty boy’s macho-ness – he sagged at the knees and moaned. Mmmm, nice.   With a nod from my guy, the black guy joined in.  He sank to the ground and suctioned on the beery cock - all the while he cock’s owner – the pierced, nasty skinhead, was sucking face with pretty boy.  Then they really let themselves get into it.  My guy had put some suitable headbanging music on or whatever, I didn’t fucking care, so long as it helped the mood, and these three thugs were all over each other.  I particularly like the spitting – and the pissing, in each other’s mouths and on their shaved heads - also the way the beer was poured over them – my guy helped with this.  It was a good, hot nasty if conventional scene, but I wasn’t impatient.  They grunted,  “Fuck yeah!  Suck my cock, you fucker! Fuck yeah!  Drink my piss!  Get your fucking head in my arse!”  This messing about, and fucking the big-titted young whores later was, I guess, all the kids thought they had to do.  As if!

 

After a while my second guy came in.  His entrance was classic decadence, so fucking cool.  He was dressed in a white tuxedo, dress shirt – hot and sharp as fucking fresh shit, and he had our own teenage nigga-boy with him (see “The Guys and Me.”) on a leash attached to a studded collar. Boy, had we fucked nigga-boy up real good by now.  He was naked already and eager, oh yes - fucking eager to please. A wild, sexed-crazed animal, just how I like them. His tongue was hanging out, drool dripping from his nigga-boy thick lips, and his eyes fixed on me as soon as he saw me -  I wasn’t sitting down separate from the group, I was sort of hanging around watching, not doing anything other than that, I knew the guys had it all planned and I didn’t want to frighten off the skinhead kids by doing anything at all.  The nigga-boy was fucking desperate to do a good job.  His hands were every where on his hot black teen body - yanking on his hard cock, up his shit hole, in his mouth hole. My tuxedo guy pulled slightly on his leash and he lay down and pissed on himself aiming for his mouth.  The other boys were amused.  He was so far past caring about a little thing like humiliation in front of his peers, oh fuck yes, he didn’t give a shit about them, he just wanted to please me above all.  Ah sweet. 

 

“What a fucking pervert!” the black skinhead roared, taking Mohican skinhead’s cock out of his mouth.  The fucking pervert referred to had wires leading out of his shit-hole to hand-held control.  My fucking hot guy in the white tuxedo – he was the pale one with jet-black hair and side-burns, cocksucker mouth, handed the control to me. 

 

“Thank you, boy.”  I pressed the button.  Nigga-boy jumped in the air and screamed.  The guys and me laughed, the skins were stunned.  It was a good start. “Did you like that nigga-boy?”  There was a pause while he summoned all the effort it took him to speak.  He was panting like a fucking dog.

 

“Yes sir.”

 

“Do you want another one?”

 

“No – I mean, yes, whatever you want, sir.  Please give me another one, sir.”  His voice was barely above a whisper, but he had learned very, very well.

 

“Oh are you sure?  It seemed to hurt a lot.”

 

“It did.”

 

“Ah, poor little fuck animal.”

 

“It’s terrible, sir, but I want to hurt for you, sir.  It’s what I’m for, sir. I want to be a good fuck animal for you, sir, I want to be the best stinking little black whore boy in the world, sir.”  He was remarkably sincere, I believed him. Have you ever seen a young black muscular teen boy writhing on the floor begging you to hurt and degrade him?  You should try it.  If this was the start of the evening I was really looking forward to what they had lined up for me to follow. 

 

“Well then, fucking nigga-boy, describe what are you for?”

 

“Anything you want, sir … “ he squirmed trying to show me more of his hurting, young black fuck-hole,  “I’m just holes for your use, sir, my mouth hole, my fuck hole sir, please shove anything up me or down me, make me eat shit or vomit and dog shit, sir… anything you want to do to me, or me to do to myself for your entertainment, sir.  Whatever pleases you and the guys, sir.  Please hurt me, sir, if you like watching me in pain.”  He was pulling his firm young cheeks apart, desperately hoping I’d be pleased with his words and his exhibition.  “Please, please sir, please I’m begging you - give me a really painful electric shock again.”

 

“OK animal, tell me again exactly where you want this excruciating pain?”

 

“Oh sir – you know where I want it, where I need it - right up my disgusting nigga-boy shit-chute, my fucking nigga-boy hole.”

 

“Oh, since you ask so nicely.”  And I gave him what he asked for.  Many times.  But I paused after each one – to give time for a little recovery so the next would be that much more horrible for him.  He was crawling and jumping round the floor screaming in agony. It looked for all the world as if I was controlling a toy electric truck only it just happened to be a tortured, naked black teenager instead.  The skinheads were a bit taken aback, which was intended I’ve no doubt.  I gave the control to one of my guys, the Mediterranean-looking guy.  Remember I told you the skinheads had a bit of a problem with the way he was dressed – I’d better describe it before we go any further.  He’d chosen a full fetish leather look for me tonight.  Corny?  Obvious?  Not the way he wore it – he was so fucking cool.  Black leather chaps, gleaming, and boots up to his knees, a chest harness – his buckles were shiny chromium – and a leather jacket with the collar turned up.  No hat, I don’t like them.  Just his jet-black hair and side-burns, oiled.  With his diamond studs in his ears and a cigarette in his mouth - he was fucking hot.  I haven’t told you the coolest thing about him and why the skinhead boys found it hard not to keep looking – his fucking great cock – and what a load of trouble he’d been to for tonight? – it was pierced all along the underside and side to side, right through the glans.  He’d never had them before tonight.  Quite few painful hours in the tattoo parlour or wherever he had it done.  It was fucking gorgeous.  And as if the boys weren’t worried enough by what was happening to the nigga-boy, the sight of my guy’s pierced, throbbing meat alone must have scared the shit out of them.

 

“Here, nigga-boy, here boy.”  The black cunt-boy moved as fast as he could to my guy’s gleaming black boots and started licking.

 

“Hurt me again, sir, please sir, I deserve it.”  He knew from experience that if he didn’t say this or something similar the pain would only be worse, far worse.

 

“Ok boys, which of you is going to make the nigga-boy jump?  Excuse the racist name, boy,” he said to the black fucker, “but I’m sure your agree we should call him any shit name considering what he is.”

 

“Fuck, yeah, he’s a fucking black nigga cunt!” said the understanding mean black skinhead. My leather Mediterranean guy held out the control.  The boys looked at each other. They tried not to show their apprehension, but unfortunately for them it was obvious.  I could see where this was going and I liked it.  These hot skinhead boys were going to be made to behave sadistically – more and more sadistically – firstly to this nigga-boy-cunt.  Secretly, as I said, they were probably thinking – with increasing urgency - that if things didn’t go their way they could take care of us three, rob us even, but what we were doing to nigga-boy certainly made them uneasy, and of course, they hadn’t met Joe yet.  The fucking amazing Joe – he would be joining us later.  I was soon to see that my guys had thought of an incentive for the boys that they could use before Joe arrived.

 

“Can I do it first?  Fucking hell he deserves it, the perverted shit!”  This was pretty boy, cocksucker red braces, and pissed in jeans.  His cock was out of course, and hard.”

 

“Can I do it first, ‘sir’,” corrected my Mediterranean guy, menacingly. 

 

“Oh sorry, sir.” 

 

“Don’t make that mistake again, shithead.”  He gave him the control. 

 

“Crawl over here, you fucking nigga,” said the pretty boy skinhead pissboy, his aggressive expression making look very attractive – the fact we used him up completely in one evening could have been disappointing but of course, there were plenty more hot boys where he came from.  The nigga-boy crawled over to him.  “Kneel up and stick out your tongue.”  He wiped his cock slime over the nigga-boy’s tongue.  I rather hoped he was going to leave his cock in his mouth while he pressed the control so nigga-boy would bite through his cock, which would cause him much delightful terror and agony and also scare the shit out of the other skinheads, but no, he took his cock away.  However you never know your luck, that might come later.  “Leave your tongue out, shit-face.”  Then he noticed a dial on the hand-control, and turned it up.  He shocked him.  The nigga-boy bit hard into his own tongue, He fell back on the floor in agonised convulsions.  His tongue was bleeding.  I was impressed.

 

“Here give it to me.”  This was the black hard nut.  “Sir, would it be alright if I kicked this fucking nigga?”

 

“Be my guest,” said my sharp tuxedo guy.  “Kick the shit out of it, if you want.”

 

“Spread your legs, black cunt, give me a good target.”  Having no alternative nigga-boy did just that, he spread his legs, leaving his cock and balls beautifully exposed.  The black thug skinhead grinned at his mates, “Here goes fucking nothing!”  And with his gorgeous sharp booted right foot he kicked hard - getting him exactly on his fucking balls.  The pain must have been indescribable.  I realised I was enjoying

watching this kid work.  Then he shocked him again, leaving just enough gap for us to enjoy his ball-kicked agony. The black skinhead enjoyed showing off to the others, alternately giving nigga-boy terrifically painful high voltage shocks and kicking him hard in the cock and balls and in fact all over. Nigga-boy screamed and jerked about on the floor like a dying animal.  He almost certainly would have preferred to be dead, but that would be no fun for me, would it, guys?

 

“Ok shit heads,” ordered my leather guy, “we want you out of those fucking jeans and t-shirts. Now!”  They started to take off their braces, undo laces… “none of that shit, rip ‘em off each other.  You’ll be compensated.”  With only a slight hesitation and thinking of the promised bonus they fell each other’s hot teen-boy bodies, pulling and tearing, starting with what rips were already there.  The screaming nigga-boy wasn’t forgotten, my Mediterranean leather guy had pulled the device out of his fuck-hole and was now casually fucking him with – a sub-machine gun!  Fuck knows where he’d got that, but you know my guys!  That fearsome pierced cock of his was throbbing and throwing out copious pre-cum.  Nigga-boy was screaming nicely, while that gleaming black metal was brutally shoved up him again and again. The hot skinhead boys were rolling over each other grunting, groaning and laughing.  It hadn’t been particularly filthy yet – I hear you object but hang on, I knew my guys would never let me down.

 

My hot tuxedo guy was busy meanwhile.  Without much ceremony he had brought in three teenage cunts, as young as I like ‘em, with fucking monstrous tits as promised. Who cares how they had got them it was sufficient that they were amazingly young and the tit-meat enlargement procedures had peaked dramatically, indeed their tits were obscenely huge on their young bodies.  Blackmail, persuasion, who the fuck cares how it was achieved.  They were here and they all tripped in like the stupid fucking young whores they were on perilously high heels and wearing sexy shit – underwear and stockings stuff – what fucking cunts!  Fucking stupid dickditches, no more brains than a fucking worm between them – loathsome cumdumps all three. They were sticking out their fucking huge tits as if their lives depended on it, as I’m sure they thought it did.  Undoubtedly they had been nicely terrorised in preparation.  So are you with me, guys?  Just the sight of these tits made me want to hurt them, no, that’s too mild a word, I wanted them in fucking agony instantly.  However I knew anticipation of course was a huge part of the deal and I was content to enjoy it.  I let the guys continue the show, there would be plenty of opportunity for me to participate later I’m sure. What I really despised these young whores for, was how fucking stupid they were - thick, mindless, bimbo-twats – brainless fucking cunts!  The boys quickly stopped pawing each other and moved their attention to the huge tits on the stupid cunts.  The cunts were conveniently handcuffed and gagged, the boys, without permission, started mauling the tits, laughing and comparing them.  But something more significant was happening with my Mediterranean leather guy.  He pulled the machine gun out of nigga-boy eliciting another yell from him and he briefly curled up on the floor but some instinct for preservation kicked in and he remembered his function as the lowest and most disgusting piece of fuck-meat in the universe. He crawled over to me.  I let him lavish his affection on my boots. The machine gun had been handed to my tuxedoed guy.  Fucking wow!  He looked cool posing with that.  The skinheads noticed and ignoring the tits momentarily began to comment.  My tuxedo guy fired it into the ceiling.  Jesus!  What a fucking noise! And as a bit of the roof feel down they knew he wasn’t firing blanks.   Then he pointed it at the girls…

 

“Fuck no!”   A lot of panicking.   He pointed it at the boys, who, terrified, put their hands up and backed away.  Then he laughed, lowering that fucking sexy smoking machine gun, I laughed and my Mediterranean guy laughed.  The boys and girls didn’t.

 

“Just in case you had a problem obeying orders, all orders, eh boys?” The skinheads nodded and sensibly waited to be told what to do.  My Mediterranean guy fitted them out with boxing gloves and told them to lay into those fucking huge tits.  Not a moments hesitation.  Imagine having a loaded machine gun fired into the air and then pointed at you, you wouldn’t hesitate either. They began smashing into these young cunts tits, over and over - three naked skinheads, apart from their shiny boots, with boxing gloves, the black fucker was given the red ones to match his perfect, knee-high red boots, not forgetting their hard, dripping cocks – a combination of lust and fear. My guys had fixed it so the young whores couldn’t move around.  Forgetting any scruple they may have had, the machine gun giving them the excuse,  there were young thick cocks bouncing and dripping pre-cum as they showed off their moves and tried to outdo each other punching those huge tits with all their strength.  I’m afraid I got rather excited and cheered them on – in my own fashion.

 

“Yeah, fucking harder, fucking ruin those fucking big tits!  A bonus to the boy who can get his cunts tits to burst first.  Harder!   Fucking harder, come on fuckers, you can punch harder than that!”  A sub-machine gun, three sets of fucking huge tits on stupid young cunts, and boxing gloves on three hot boys – the stakes had increased vastly and with such speed – these sorts of sudden climaxes were typical of my guys.  Nigga boy – self-preservation again, had grabbed a fucking monstrous black dildo and was ramming it up his shit-hole -  “For you sir, I’m ruining my nigga-boy fuck-hole for you, sir.”

 

“Shut the fuck up, shit-face.”  And I kicked him in face to emphasise the point. I wanted to concentrate on three hot boys using three sets of huge tits as punch bags.  Suddenly and again, with that terrific unexpectedness my guys were famous for, the young cunts legs were wide apart, twat-holes available - they were fixed to some fucking contraption that allowed for this, and the skinheads were given the instruction to practice kick-boxing.  Now I’m sad to say that these punk boys still had some remnant of a conscience, even though they had just been punching the shit out of these tits, they drew the line at kicking them in the cunts.  My tuxedo guy snapped his fingers at nigga-boy who dived at his feet and started licking.

 

“Arse up, fuck-meat.”  He turned and presented his inviting young black hole.  My tuxedo guy with great style - one hand removing his cigarette from his sexy hot mouth, shoved the machine gun up it.  “Look at straight at these pussy boys, nigga-boy.”  Nigga-boy adjusted his position until he was facing them.  “Now I don’t know if you sissies now anything about ballistics, but I bet that if I keep firing for long enough up this shit-hole sooner or later the top will come right off this fuck-animal’s head and the bullets will then hit you.  Through one fucked-out whore-boy right into some pussy skinheads.”  He laughed, and my Mediterranean actually roared with laughter.  I was just full of admiration.  “Let’s ask the black cumdump what he feels about this?  Do you want me to press this trigger, nigga-boy?”

 

“No, no… but,” he added quickly, “whatever pleases you sir, I’m just a piece of fucked out shit-meat, if you want to fucking fire a fucking machine gun up my fucking disgusting filthy black fuck-hole, sir, that’s your choice, of course you must use me in any fucking way you want, my only purpose is to please you, sir.  Can I say one more thing, sir?”

 

“Oh go on, slut-cunt.”

 

“I just wanted to say I’d be disappointed if you didn’t use me for any filth or violence you want, sir.”  He was whimpering in terror which somewhat took the sincerity out of his voice. Nigga-boy addressed the skinheads, “Guys, I means sirs, please kick the shit out the cunts, sirs, you’ll enjoy it, please do what you are told …kick them in the cunts, kick them in the cunts, fucking kick them hard right up their disgusting cunts, you’ll enjoy it, sirs …”  Tuxedo guy jabbed the machine gun sharply up his hole to shut him up.

 

“You are quite sure you want to die to please us, fuck-meat?”

 

“Of course, of course, my body is your property, sir,” more whimpering.

 

“So fuck-meat here doesn’t mind, and I sure as hell don’t mind, my mate don’t mind, do you?“

 

“Nah mate, in fact I really fucking want you to do it, it’s an interesting experiment, looking forward to seeing you use his ass a gun extension.” Then, indicating the spread-eagled young whores, “these big-titted cunts have had too much fun as it is, I want their fucking twats hurting badly real soon.  I’m going to kick the shit out of them myself if these kids are too pussy.  Get on with it, don’t give them any more time, fucking shoot the wimps!”

 

“You see.  And the boss, I know he enjoys a bit of carnage - it usually comes later in the proceedings, still, he’d be glad to see you snuffed at any time.  Right then, we are all prepared.  Death or fucking hard kicking right up their fucking cunts, eh boys?  Are you going to put the boot in, boys?  Fucking kick the shit out of these cunt’s cunts?  I would if I were you, you are never going to see them again, I promise you that, and anyway they are hardly human, are they?  So fucking stupid, look at them. Fucking stupid fucking whores!”  My leather guys joined in, “FUCKING STUPID CUNTS!” and he stood pissing up and down the nearest cunt with his fantastic pierced cock. Tuxedo guy continued, “Fucking big-titted, moronic fuck-dolls!  They spent months developing their monster tits especially for some shit highly paid glamour job, that was what we promised them, wasn’t it?” 

 

“Some shit like that, yeah mate, and a career.” replied my Mediterranean guy who was now gently massaging his ferocious pierced cock and casually burning the tits on the nearest cunt. “Unfortunately it’s going to be a very short career.”  The boys knew the score now.  They knew they were in way over their heads and far from being in charge would be lucky to come through the night alive.  “Have some more beer, take a pause, get in the mood.”  But the sexy black fucker with the red boots and boxing gloves spoke up instead, “I’m in the fucking mood, mate, come on,” he said to his hesitant young colleagues, making a decision that was to change his and their lives irrevocably, “let’s fucking enjoy ourselves, they’re only fucking cunts.”  And with that he drew his leg back and gave a vicious, satisfying, really well aimed and muscular kick at the nearest totally vulnerable twat-hole.  Even through her gag her agony was totally cock hardening. 

 

“Fucking ace!”  The other two boys made up their minds and then cheered with him.  Their faces clouded with hot, sexy-young-boy anger as they geared themselves up to join their mate, who was now alternating, with terrific athleticism, between hard satisfying kicks – really fucking hard, right up her fucking cunt, and tit-punches, smashing – hard, fucking hard punches - into her huge tits using all his now redoubled strength, which came from his anger at having been previously nervous.  He was ashamed of his hesitancy and it was these fucking cunts fault, and boy, were they going to pay for it.  “Fucking whores!  Fucking cunts!  Beat these fucking tits”  He was good to watch. “Can we swap around, I mean do we have to stick to the same fucking cunt?”  he asked respectfully.  My tuxedo guy who was letting nigga-boy – his tongue still sore and bleeding - suck his ass-juices off the barrel of the machine gun said, “Of course not, feel free, try out your techniques on all three.  Oh, and just so you know, the purpose, apart from enjoying yourself, is to get the cunt’s cunts so bruised and bloody, so totally fucking untouchably sore and tender, that when you fuck them later it will be unbearable agony for them, ok?  Not for a fucking second do we want them to enjoy your fantastic hot young cocks, not in any way, not for a fucking second, cunts should be fucking terrified at the thought of having your great cocks up them.  Oh and the tits, we want them prepared for agonising tit tortures later.  Ok boys?”  He had decided to give them some insider tips – an older male (mid twenties) to some younger ones, his confidential air was seductive and flattered them.  “Cunts are for hurting, guys, for suffering and pain, and fucking them should be nothing but agony, for them, fun for us of course.  But solely as regards the twat-holes, the trick is to bruise the cunts not just on the outside – puffy, bruised, swollen lips stuff, but to really put your weight behind it so it bruises them - inside.”  He spoke from many years’ experience of ruining young cunts – and he lit a cigarette and let it dangle from his hot mouth and then held the machine gun on his white tuxedoed shoulder.  He couldn’t have looked more fucking stylishly sexy while he was giving these naked skinheads guidance on how to ruin whores’ cunts.  The three young skinheads were fucking impressed, and so they should be.

 

“Cool.”  It certainly was cool to watch three young, booted and gloved, naked skinheads really enjoying themselves by punching and kicking these young, big-titted cunts and they were going at it like fucking mad.  I could almost have fished my own monster-sized cock out but I knew there would be a lot more to come.  Fuck yeah!  What was great at the moment was that the two white kids had to play catch-up in the macho stakes with the black guy – and the kicks and punches they were producing were consequently fucking inhuman in urgency, I mean fucking HARD kicking and punching at those tits and up those cunts!  Is there a better motivating force than male pride?  Stronger, heavier more muscled men could undoubtedly have caused the cunts more serious injuries, but no-one could outdo these kids in determination, the earth could open up but they certainly weren’t going to be outdone by their meaner, nastier friend.  Soooooo cool!  Cunt kicking and tit punching of world class standard.  An additional benefit to their energy and repetition was that hopefully these sexy young fuckers were doing real fucking nasty damage right up the whores’ fuck-holes. Sweat was dripping off them, three brutally aggressive hot teenage males.  The cunts were in fucking agony, the fucking stupid young whores, the big-titted, brainless fucking cunt-pigs!  “Fuck yeah! Tenderise the fuck-meat, guys!”  I was having a whale of a time and as I gave my guys the thumbs up, they whooped and high-fived each other. 

 

“Hey dude, are we the men or what?”  They were very pleased that I was pleased.  Nigga-boy was for the moment neglected but nevertheless terrified out of his mind fearing what was coming to him next, he was desperately looking round for something he could do to himself that might deflect worse torture later on.  I helped him. Seeing that his cock was hard, fucking young boy rock-hard, from sheer terror, I dropped a sharpened pencil in front of him, “You know where that goes, shit-features.”   Nigga-boy looked up at me so appealingly while he held the sharpened end at the tip of his thick black cock.

 

“Lube, sir?”

 

“You fucking piece of shit. Do you want barbed wire instead?  Use snot.”   Without hesitation, in fact with gratitude, he blew his nose into his hand and rubbed the pencil in it, coating it from end to end. Then looking at me all the time like a practised whore-boy should, showing plenty of tongue, he crammed it suddenly as hard and fast as he could down his sweet, black teenage-boy piss-hole, pushing it in as far as it would go.  He screamed and rolled around in very pleasing agony. I knelt down, still watching the bollock-naked  skinhead boys vigorously kicking cunts and smashing into huge tits, and I grabbed hold of his hard black cock and energetically shoved the pencil back and forth, in and out of his cock hole.  He screamed his head off, it was nice.  I made a mental note that we must enlarge his piss-hole considerably, it would be more fun and enable us to cause the fucking black cunt-boy a great deal more pain.

 

My fantastic two man-whores, tuxedoed and leathered were casually sucking each others faces, tuxedo guy still had the machine gun resting on his shoulder, and my hot, Mediterranean leathered guy was stroking his own magnificently pierced cock. It was beautiful, dirty, tongue licking-face sucking.  Too pussy to call it kissing, it was much sexier than that. They were, of course, posing for my benefit, and against the backdrop of three big-titted young cunts being kicked and punched half to death by naked, booted and gloved skinheads, it was hot.  Tuxedo guy gave his gun to leathered guy who licked it and held it on his shoulder, then, looking at me, tuxedo guy slowly slid down his body like an expensive whore, he certainly looked like one, lovingly he began to slobber up and down leather guy’s wonderful, multi-pierced cock.  His white wing collar, black bow-tie and white tuxedo made a really sexy, decadent contrast with leather guy’s fetish attire.  It was an inspired choice of outfits.  I jerked the pencil harder up nigga-boys cock, from his screams he must have felt he was in hell. Which is, of course, what I wanted for him. The evening was shaping up nicely, don’t you agree, men?

 

The guys broke off.  They fetched something.  They came over to me with a small cage, and a funnel.  “Boss, we were saving these for the cunts but suddenly thought perhaps you would like one up nigga-boy’s shit-hole right now?”   It was cute white rats.

 

“No, too much damage, there’s more use to be had out of his training, not snuffing the black whore-boy tonight.  Save the rats for stuffing up the cunts later.”

 

“Ok, boss.” Live rats right up their fucking cunts!  Not original but always a favourite of mine.   “Oh we’ve got worse than that.”  My two hot guys smiled at each other.

 

“Fucking great. The kids are doing a good job but get them to stop now, we don’t want the cunts snuffed yet.”

 

Tuxedo guy shouted and took off his jacket at the same time.  “Ok boys, time to fuck the whores senseless.”  He ripped off his shirt leaving just the black bow-tie and black, silk trousers. He turned on the handy fire hose and aimed it the cunts, it was very powerful jet and of course, must have hurt considerably.  He gave it to pretty boy, “Try your aim, kid.”  Pretty boy aimed at the twat, then the tits, it squashed them most interestingly, then at the twat again, it was good watching the fucking stupid young cunts wriggle in a vain attempt to avoid the stream.  He went from whore to whore.

 

“Here let me try.”  They all had a go and even aimed it at each other, not for long though.   My leather guy turned off the water supply.

 

“Ok, fuck ’em, boys!.  Get them down, the catches are really easy to operate, ungag them or leave them gagged, it’s up to you, bonuses for the stud who the boss judges to have caused the whore the most pain while his cocks up it – now remember they are only fucking “its”, boys, pieces of hot fuck-meat for you to enjoy.  Get at it, then!  Let’s get these twats fucked!”   The black fucker in the red boots was first to get going of course.  He chose the youngest looking one, she looked twelve or thirteen from her face, of course she was probably a little older, but her processed tits were fucking huge and looked obscene on her young body.  He dragged it screaming by the hair to a dry bit of the floor, threw it down on it’s back, knelt down and rammed his cock up its bloodied and bruised young cunt.  She was screaming nicely. He had removed her gag while she was still in the immobilised position for the tit-punching and cunt kicking, and she had immediately begun to beg. While dragging her into position he’d generously explained to her that what a stupid fucking young cunt she was and she had better put all her efforts into pleasing him.  “Please, I’ll be a good fuck, I’ll suck you!” it had screamed while being dragged to where he wanted to fuck it.  He paused in his caveman act – dragging the cunt by the hair, and spoke to it.

 

“Well if you want to fucking please me, cunt, keep your fucking mouth open, like you’re dying for a cock in it, then drool and fucking moan, look me in the eye and flutter your stupid eyelids, and then…

 

“Then what?”  He laughed and slapped her stupid looking face as hard as he could – a deceptively simple move, but very, very satisfying - because of it’s suddenness and his total commitment to the moment  – his arm pulled right back, landing smack on the cunt’s stupid whore face - his young, black arm muscles looked great, and the expression of total contempt on his face was fucking good.

 

 “Then you’ll look just like the brainless huge-titted twat you are, you stupid fucking cunt!”  He laughed hugely at his own joke, I thought it wasn’t bad, either. The naked, sexy, black skinhead teenage boy held the cunt up by the hair, virtually hanging the useless twat-whore, her sexy lingerie soaking and in ribbons, her tits as huge as basket-balls, she was desperately trying to please him - she opened her mouth again, like he said and let drool run out of it, she was moaning of course, and also as he had said – she looked just like the shagging idiot, fuck-doll that she was. The young, thuggish, black skinhead slapped it with beautiful viciousness again.  “You fucking cunt!”  Then he picked it up and slapped it again, each time one slap – “fucking cunt!” collapse, pick up.  Again and again, it was very good.  Eventually it was left on its back and he started fucking the stupid twat.  “Excuse me, sir,” he said politely to my leather guy, “could I have a cigarette and a light?”

 

“Of course, boy.”   The young black fucker lit up while still ramming his cock up her ruined cunt.  “Excuse me, sir,” he asked again, “am I allowed to have some assistance?”

 

“Why, what have you got in mind, boy?” said leather guy in a friendly way.

 

“I’ll need someone to hold its arms down, it’s not going to like this.”

 

“Happy to oblige, but actually I’ll do better than that.”  He went over and instead of holding the agonised young cunt’s arms out of the way,  out of consideration for the hot black skinhead, he broke both of the cunt’s arms, one after the other. He did it with a couple of deft flicks – his arm muscles were awesome, defined, and this gave him the opportunity to show them off. He placed the young cunt’s now useless arms conveniently out of the young stud’s way.  “There you go, son.”

 

“Cool,” said the young black fucker, very impressed, his own aggressiveness and competitiveness growing with this example.  He was secretly mad with himself for not thinking of breaking the cunts arms himself and he promised himself to think quicker in the future.  With his cock rammed up her twat, her fucking swollen and ruined twat, this young black fucker, who clearly had great sadistic potential, started burning her tits, but not casually, in a studied, patient manner.  He held the glowing cigarette right on her bruised nipple to begin with and then kept it there, he bent down and sucked on the cigarette to keep it burning, it was additional agony for the fourteen year old cunt.  We all liked it, a lot.  He continued in this way, taking his time, fucking its bruised and injured young cunt athletically in between drags on the cigarette, he was well on the way towards making a glorious burned out mess of those fucking huge tits. The stupid fucking young cunt under him deserved every minute of this torture, don’t you agree, men?  The young stud who showed real intelligence, was totally turned on by her pain, was grunting and roaring with lust, fuck yeah!  I thought he showed real promise and decided there and then not to snuff him, instead we’d keep him and train him, he’d might make a good junior to my guys, a sort of apprentice.  The other two we’d have to see about. They of course were now thinking yet again about how to keep up their image to remotely match the gorgeous hard, sexy, manliness of the young black fucker.

 

“Eh mate,” it was the white, pierced one with the dyed blond spiky Mohican, which he still managed to avoid messing up. He called to my bow-tie guy, “do I have to get my cock up it immediately or can I do some preparation?”

 

“Just a second …” said my fucking hot bow-tie guy, and he went over to him, and to the kids surprise started stroking his firm, teenage body, pulling him towards him.

 

“Hey, I’m not gay,” and Mohican boy pulled away.

 

“Neither am I, tough guy, but I like filthy sex, and that’s what you’re here for, right? You were happy to fool around with your mates.”

 

“That’s different.”

 

“What the fuck do you know about anything, shit-face?  Do as I say without question, ok?”  The Mohican haired skinhead, remembering the machine-gun, nodded like a little boy.  “You’ve a penalty to pay.  Don’t worry I’m not going to shoot you … yet.  You and your mate were just a bit too slow getting at the fuck-bitches, I mean both of them are still shackled on the punching frame, so for now just bend over and give the boss here a clear view of your hot skinhead hole.”  My bow-tie guy who was also wonderfully muscled didn’t wait for him to comply and simply bent him over.  “Now spread your cheeks so we can see right up it.  Mm, still raunchy from your last shit, why don’t you wipe your arse clean?  So, have you ever had your ass sucked?”

 

“No, sir,”

 

“Nigga-boy, get to work. Just a minute, Nigga-boy, do you like eating shit?”

 

“I love eating shit, sir, I love it, I fucking love eating loads of fresh shit, nothing makes me happier, oh please, let me eat some shit,” tongue out and drooling, he panted, from pain I guess, or was it lust, or despair?  Who can tell with this pathetic black teenage pussy-boy?  We can only guess how revolted the bent over Mohican skinhead was at hearing this.

 

“Well fucking dig up his boy-hole with your tongue and see what you can find, you might get lucky.  Don’t forget to chew nicely on those shitty bits in the pubic hair.” And the black cunt-boy, still with the pencil embedded up his cock, hungrily started slurping on this boy-hole in front of him.

 

Nigga-boy paused, and said to my bow-tie guy, “Sir, can I…?”

 

“This had better be good.”  Slutty nigga-boy was still in great pain from the pencil shoved up his fucking cock, and had been about to ask if he could pull it out, but hearing bow-tie’s tone of voice he rapidly changed his mind and thought of something else to degrade himself further instead.

 

“Could we ask the fucking hot sexy young man if he would like to shit in my disgusting mouthtwat, sir?”

 

“You fucking selfish snot-rag!  Always wanting treats.  No, we fucking can’t ask the fucking hot sexy young man to shit in your disgusting mouthtwat, I’ll decide when and where we ask the sexy skinhead to shit.  Now, skinhead boy, open your mouth and keep it open, if you know what’s good for you.  Boss,” he called over, “d’you need a piss?”  I decided I did.  Mohican boy did not look too happy but he stayed bent over, cock hard, mouth open, distraught nigga-boy’s tongue searching for shit up his boy-hole.  He was wearing black knee-high boots – must takes an age to lace them so neatly.  He looked very inviting so I hauled out my heavy, semi-hard thick cock and aimed a long, satisfying piss into his teenage mouth.  My bow-tie guy took the opportunity for a smoke, he lit his cigarette, ordered nigga-boy to raise his ass and shoved the still lit match up his hole. Nigga-boy squeaked but barely felt it in comparison to his fucking agonised cock.  Bow-tie guy looked at me while he took a few drags on his cigarette, he raised an eyebrow, I nodded.  “It won’t mean we have to snuff the nigga-slut, so go ahead.” I shook my cock, put it away and dried my hands on the nigga-boy’s black fuzzy hair.  I addressed Mohican skinhead, “Stand up, look me in the eye, lick your lips and say thank you for pissing in my mouth, sir, like a good slut-boy.” 

 

“This young slut-boy thanks you for pissing in his mouth, sir.”  He licked his lips and slurped with pleasing exaggeration.  You know I think he might have been afraid of me – ha! 

 

“Anyway you’ve paid your penalty and now you’re a stud again, get over there and fuck the brains out of a fucking stupid twat, and make sure she’s in fucking agony. And I mean agony!” 

 

“Yes, sir, I will make sure she’s in agony.” and off he went, with renewed vigour after his humiliation to take out his anger on a stupid cunt.  After that experience he really wanted to fuck the life out of the ruined twat of one of these young stupid whores with monstrous fucking tits.  Meanwhile my bow-tie guy spread nigga-boys cheeks with one hand and making sure the end of the cigarette was glowing, he put it - lit end first - up his shit-hole.  My guy had such fucking style, he was a hot, sexy, full and red-lipped testosterone fuelled fucker.  He had such fucking callous cruelty about him, it was gorgeous.  And he looked so fresh and young with it. He lit a replacement cigarette and let it dangle from his lips. Nigga-boy was screaming the place down – the beaten up twats were similarly vocal  - nowhere near screamed out fortunately.  My bow-tie guy grabbed the agonised nigga-boy by the throat and lifted him up, and with his cigarette still dangling he proceeded to energetically choke the boy, shaking the life out of the boy-cunt’s naked, sweaty body -  the black teenager was thrashing about like a rag-doll.  My guy’s arm muscles and pecs were fucking defined, and with just his bow-tie and black trousers, shiny black shoes and socks, he looked in fantastic shape.”

 

“You fucking ungrateful black cunt!  Why aren’t you thanking me for this pain?  You had better thank me for even noticing you, shit-face!”  He relaxed his grip slightly.

 

“Thank you, sir, thank you for sticking your lit cigarette up my disgusting shit-hole,” the young, fucked-up black cunt-boy gasped. 

 

“Too late!  I should fucking snuff you right now, I don’t know why we are even taking the trouble to cause you fucking pain!  What are you?”

 

“I’m a disgusting black cunt pain-slut, sir.  Thank you, so much sir, for hurting me. I really am grateful to you for hurting me.”

 

“Too late, cunt!  Keep your fucking mouth-hole open,” and he spat in it, then flicked ash in it, then blew his nose and dribbled the snot in it, then he open mouthed kissed the boy-cunt, long and wet and full of spit and snot, it was disgusting.  I liked it a lot. “D’you want another lit cigarette up your filthy fuck-hole, cunt?”

 

“Oh yes, sir, please put another lit cigarette up my disgusting black shit-hole, I want it, please fucking burn me, right up my fucking black cunt-boy shit-hole,” he was panting with slutty eagerness.  “Do it, sir, you are so fucking hot, sir, I want to hurt for you, sir, nigga-boy wants to be in fucking agony for you, sir.  This fucking slut black boy-cunt really, really wants to be fucking agony for you, sir. I deserve it, sir!  Please put a lit cigarette up my fucking black twat.”   So my bow-tie guy turned him round, bent him over and told him to hold his ass open, which he did eagerly, he sucked on the cigarette to make sure it was burning well and then inserted it slowly up the disgusting black fuck-hole. What style!

 

The Mohican skinhead, still looking fucking good, his hair standing proud on his otherwise shaven head, dragged his big-titted cunt over to leather guy who was helping macho black skinhead with his arms-broken-big-titted twat.  He was doing an excellent job still, ruining those basket-ball sized tits, I was really full of admiration, and he was still ramming his cock up its ruined cunt.  In between burning the massive tits, he would slap them silly, pull its head up and punch it hard in the face, smash it back down etc, anything he could think of in fact.  My leather was sitting at the head end of the cunt, one muscled arm resting on his knee, and smoking, he was giving the young black skinhead a hand in burning her massive tits, and occasionally he massaged his glorious pierced cock using her hair, yanking it out of her head first, of course, in handfuls.  Mohican skinhead holding his own big-titted twat up by its hair asked my leather guy if their was anything he could use to hang some weight or something from her huge jugs.  “Sure, mate.”  He stubbed out his cigarette in the mouth of the screaming whore and got up to help him. 

 

“Fucking cool!”  said the young black fucker and he rammed ferociously up her forever ruined young twat-hole, so angry was he with himself for not thinking himself of stubbing cigarettes out its mouth.  He took it out, quite rightly, on the cunt, punching her over and over, I think he broke her jaw, which was good.  He then had an idea. “Hey mate, are there any pliers handy?”

 

“Sure,” my Mediterranean guy slid him a pair across the floor. And the black inventive skinhead started to remove the cunt’s teeth.  Fucking ace!  Never in his life having attempted dentistry he applied brute strength- he was able to express all his admirable young aggressive maleness in this activity and no longer felt any secret frustration with himself.  I could see all this and was very happy for him.  And he still had a hard cock up it.  I was more than impressed, my guys had struck gold with this teenager. Meanwhile my Mediterranean leather guy produced some nipple clamps with pins and pushed them in behind the nipples on the fucking huge tits of Mohican skinhead’s screaming whore.

 

“Take note boy,” he demonstrated, “get them anchored in enough flesh otherwise what will happen?”

 

“The weight will just rip them out, sir.”

 

“Right, and we have to go to all the fucking trouble of sticking them back. Here open your mouth a second,” he said to him.  The facially pierced Mohican skinhead did, knowing better than to question why.  Leather guy spat in it and then open-mouthed wet kissed him.  He paused.

 

“You know why I’m doing this?”

 

“Um, no, sir.”

 

“It’s not enough just to hurt these cunt’s bodies, you have to hurt their minds as well.  Fucking humiliate the sluts!   She in fucking agony but she’s still capable of just a slug’s level of thinking.” 

 

“Sir, how does spitting in my mouth and kissing me humiliate the slut?”

 

“Listen and learn.  Now what is it she’s most proud of her.”

 

“Well I suppose she thinks she sexy, she thinks she’s attractive.”  He was still holding the cunt up by the hair.

 

“Right, her only level of consciousness in fact is in thinking us guys are doing his because we fancy her.  So show her she’s revolting, disgusting, totally unfanciable, I mean - look at the whore – a bruised young cunt, hardly enticing..”  She was indeed revolting.  “So we emphasis how hot we are in comparison.  So what do you think of me?”

 

“You are fucking hot, sir. And your cock is absolutely fantastic.”

 

“So fucking kiss me, and slobber and groan like you mean it and then we fucking gob on the fucking whore.  Cough it up, fucking spit on the cunt, cover it’s disgusting face in phlegm.  Then we blow our noses on our hands and rub the snot in its eyes.” And they were doing all this, most enthusiastically..

 

“Thank you sir, I’ll remember that.”  Then my leather guy added impressive weights which temporarily made those monster jugs stretch down to her waist, not an image I enjoy as she looked thoroughly revolting.  Skinhead boy quickly put her on her hands and knees, rammed his cock up its ruined twat-hole and pulled on her hair forcing her to rise up and take all the weight on her gigantic tits again.  It was good.  He got into an impressive rhythm, repeating this over and over, ramming up its ruined cunt and pulling on its hair so hard and suddenly that she was forced up - flinging her balloon tits up and the hanging weights swinging out in front, it looked great. Then he slapped her down again smashing her young face into the floor, hopefully breaking her nose and cheek-bones. Fucking ace!  She was so young and was being fucking ruined by this fourteen year old white pierced nasty skinhead boy in his boots and spiky Mohican. He looked magnificent on his knees behind it with his great cock up its totally destroyed cunt. Every so often when it was pulled right up, vast tits and weight flaring out, mohican boy would yell, “You disgusting, shit-faced whore!  I’m gonna fuck you to death!”

 

And what of pretty boy skinhead!  Well as soon as he had seen what was happening to his Mohican mate – the pissing in his mouth stuff – he quickly unshackled his whore and started trying to hurt her.  Not knowing what to do and not having much imagination he simply copied his black mate’s first moves, dragging her about by her hair, caveman style.  She was fucking screaming and it was fun to watch.   This gave him confidence so he picked her up and forgetting that he was supposed be causing her pain while he was actually fucking her he punched her full in the face – bare knuckled now, dragged her up and did over and over till her face was a bleeding mess.  I really liked the directness of his actions.  My bow-tie guy went over and held it up for him so the stupid young cunt would feel the full force of his face-punches.  I think it lost a couple of teeth – I was concerned, I didn’t want pretty boy to hurt his hands punching this cunt now. My bow-tie guy said to him, “ This is really great kid, fucking great, but you’re not going to win the bonus unless your cock’s actually up it as well.  So have a think.”

 

Pretty boy said, “I did think about fisting it, sir, I’ve heard about that.”

 

“Ok, let’s consider that,” my muscular bow-tie guy said thoughtfully, then with no apparent effort he bent the young bit-titted whore backwards in the crook of his arm leaving his other arm free to ram a fist with one terrific punch up its fourteen year old bloodied cunt.  “You mean like this?”

 

“Cool!  I mean - fucking amazing!  You’re up to your elbow.”  The force he had exerted to achieve this was phenomenal; a sudden fantastic surge which came from his desire to impress the young lad, and in the split-second before he punched his muscular forearm totally up the ruined young twat-hole he knew the reaction he wanted, and I’m glad to say he got it.  The boy was awestruck at his maleness.

 

“Of course, boy.  You’ve got to learn fully that cunts are for ruining and they should be ruined in the most brutal and primitive ways possible.”   I was gratified to hear him repeating my philosophy which I had dinned into my guys so many times.  He withdrew his muscled forearm from the young whore’s bloodied and destroyed cunt and with a show of controlled strength and style smashed it back up it again several times in rapid succession.  What he was really enjoying was the boy’s open-mouthed admiration of him.

 

“Wow!  Fucking cool.”

 

“It’s going to need a shot to keep it conscious, it’s important not to let it miss a moment’s agony.  But I’ll see to that, you don’t need to worry about it.”

 

“Thanks mate.”  The boy was attempting to sound macho and cool himself, what he really wanted to do was fall on his knees and worship this god of masculinity.  Of course he hadn’t seen Joe yet.

 

“Now what’s the drawback with fisting as a solution to your problem?”

 

“Um, your cock’s not up it?”

 

“Precisely.”  Pretty boy wasn’t very bright but had worked this out.  “Even if you were fucking it in the arse fisting would be difficult, not to say impossible.”

 

“I could fuck her in the arse and torture her clit?”

 

“You can do better than that, kid.  ‘It’ by the way, not ‘her’.”  Pretty boy asked for a cigarette and my bow-tie guy dropped the cunt, lit one and gave it to him.  He took the opportunity to grope the young skinhead – cock and ass, and kiss him first.  Pretty boy did not object.

 

“Sir,” pretty boy panted into bow-tie guys open mouth, “you’ll have to tell me what to do, sir, I think I’m too inexperienced.”

 

“Ok, hot stud boy, this is what you do; you fuck it and just strangle the bitch at the same time, that way you cause it pain and terrify the life out of it at the same time.”

 

“Cool!  Sir, you are so fucking hot – I mean clever, sir.  Sir, could you stay with me – I mean I will probably need some tips.”

 

“Sure boy.  You’ll have to be careful anyway, the boss doesn’t want the cunt snuffed yet.”  He reached over for a syringe and stuck in the whore.  Almost immediately it was fully aware again of its surroundings and what was happening to it.  Annoyingly, it even began to protest and beg.  “Shut it, cunt, unless you want this cigarette in your eye!”

 

“You’ll need lube for your cock, to get it up its arse.”  And he licked, sucked and slobbered on pretty boy’s cock.  “There you go, boy, now fuck it.”  He did, the blood helped.  “Now strangle the whore.”  He did that too, enthusiastically, its gasps and struggles made for a pleasant sensation around his young cock.  My bow-tie guy called nigga-boy over and whispered an instruction.  I was curious as to what was coming next, and then delighted.  Still not daring to remove the pencil from his cock, and still suffering from effect of two lit cigarettes up his shit-hole, he leaned over the face of the young whore that pretty boy was fucking and strangling – four heads quite close together remember as my bow-tie was still swabbing his tongue around pretty-boy’s mouth, nigga-boy put his fingers down his throat and sicked up the contents of his stomach into the fucking innocent young cunt’s bruised, bloodied and convulsed face.  Pretty boy was taken aback but my bow-tie guy urged him to go with it.  Soon vomit was streaming all over their bodies.  I liked it. My guys had obviously chosen nigga-boys last meal with a view to the amount of vomit he would produce - it’s consistency etc. – they would never leave such an important detail to chance.  My bow-tie guy was now licking vomit from pretty boy’s chest and spitting it into his mouth followed by charming slobbering vomit and saliva kisses.  Pretty boy had to be reminded to give the cunt time to breath occasionally, so lost was he in sublime lust.  My bow-tie guy looked to me for guidance and I must admit I was tempted to let pretty boy snuff the cunt just so I could enjoy the expression on his face – his young, pretty-boy face - contorted as it was by utter contempt and hatred for the stupid cunt, a look that on any man is a fine and beautiful thing but on one as young and angelic looking as pretty boy it was fucking fantastic.  I knew that look would be followed by the inevitable, pathetic fear, terror and guilt when he realised what he had done – a moment I relished as well - mmm, it was tempting, but no, I knew my guys would be saving the cunts for more satisfying fun later.  Nigga-boy was now fulfilling a second whispered instruction.  He was shitting in his hand.  When he had a nice stinking handful he transferred it immediately onto the strangled young cunt’s face, slapping it on her mouth and nose, rubbing it in, mixing it with the vomit and pushing it up it’s nose, in its eyes, and in it’s gasping mouth.  He then sucked on his own fingers lasciviously looking at me hoping I was pleased with him.  Was I?  Well, he was ok for the moment. It was to be expected that some shit and vomit would get on pretty boy and, as my bow-tie guy was still sucking hard on his tongue, he got shitty too, but they were both so in heat that without a pause they licked it up like nectar, my bow-tie guy transferring shit to pretty-boy’s sexy, red-lipped mouth, with enthusiasm.  Combined with half-strangling the fourteen year old big-titted whore it was violent and utterly disgusting, I liked it a lot.

 

The admirable young black skinhead was taking a pause from removing his cunt’s teeth – he’d obviously got three or four out of its head.  He was kneeling up, and had dragged the still very conscious big-titted young whore – obviously it had been given a shot to keep it conscious when I wasn’t looking and it was twitching and presumably in exquisite agony – sooo good - anyway he’d dragged it up a bit and over on its side, so he could keep his cock up it, and enjoy the sight of his great young cock sliding, gently now, in and out of its ruined hole.  He was smoking, and my leathered guy handed him a beer.  He was casually flicking ash on his wreck of a fourteen year old cunt who was still, I’m pleased to say again, very much alive and aware and in terrible, appalling pain. The black skinhead was euphoric, enjoying a high better than any drugs, he was feeling the most masculine and fucking aggressive he had ever felt in all his fifteen years.  Whether or not he had come up the cunt, I don’t know but he was still rock hard.  He had a very bright future ahead of him.  He was smiling all round and fully at home with the guys and me.   I told my leather guy to tell him he’d won the very considerable bonus. 

 

“Fuck yeah!”  he cheered and rammed up the cunt’s ruined twat, after a moment or two of this, using his young strength and flexibility he dragged it up till he was standing with it still on his cock and swaggered triumphantly round the place – it was hanging, as it were, on his dick, its bloodied head banging on the floor, it’s firm, massive young tits, burned to bits, still protruding satisfyingly from its broken but very much alive, body.  What a totally superb teenage male exponent of the “cunts are for hurting, fucking and ruining” philosophy he was!  Men, I’m sure you will join me in congratulating this young man. “Hurting, fucking and ruining”  - mere words until we witness a sight like this.  I was lost in admiration for this wonderful, young black skinhead fucker.  Mohican skinhead meanwhile still fucking his own big-titted fourteen year old twat, it’s huge jugs agonisingly weighted and its body swinging them up and down in response to the aggressive jerking that he was exerting on it’s long hair. Its face had lost all semblance of its youthful prettiness on account of its now pleasingly smashed up nose, cheekbones and no doubt forehead.  Mohican skinhead was a very energetic fucker, he was so into his work he only dimly took in his black young colleague’s triumph, but he was very motivated to prove himself and was yelling abuse of his cunt, and all cunts, at the top of his voice.  “Fucking cunts! Fucking whores!”  Great.

 

“Fuck yeah!” roared the black triumphant skinhead to him, showing off his skill in dragging his own bloodied twat around, “Ram it up the fucking cunt, mate!  That’s it, fuck yeah!  Fucking ace!  Fucking smash the cunt’s fucking face in. Again!  Harder, mate!  Smash it down harder, mate!  Fuck yeah!  Fucking destroy the cunt!  Fucking ace, mate! Fucking good moves, mate!”  It was nice to see him so generously encouraging his mate even though he must have known that Mohican skinhead was not in the same league as he was.  He paused for a moment to lean over his mates face and dribble spit into his open mouth, nasty, then they open-mouthed kissed, still with ruined cunts on their great cocks.  “Hold it there for a sec, mate,” and Mohican skinhead briefly released the pressure on his cunt’s hair leaving her down – his cock still up it of course.  Then the fantastic young black fucker jerked his cunt’s body up a foot or so and brought its head smashing down on the head of his mate’s cunt-meat in a totally original move.  Both cunts, still totally aware thankfully, were literally no more than huge-titted fuck-dolls, manipulated with ease by these sexy, violent young thugs.  “Fuck yeah!” said Mohican skinhead, “Fucking cool, eh mate?  Do it again, mate.”  And the black skinhead obliged a couple of times more.  Smack! Crack! Smack!  Mohican skinhead rammed and rammed up his ruined cunt who now had a cracked skull to add to its hellish miseries.  “Fucking cunts!  Hate fucking cunts!  Fucking hate all fucking cunts!”  The young black fucker was now using his cunt solely as a masturbation aid by jerking it up and down and smashing the back of its head into the floor. “Fuck yeah!  Watch this, gonna smash this fucking cunt’s head in!”  Since he was standing and was impressively strong for his young age, well the cunt hardly weighed much, he was able to smack it down from waist height – its head was caving in like an eggshell but its blackened huge chemical tits still stuck out proudly– he was shouting, laughing and having a great time – keeping his great cock up its ruined twat-hole all the time.   Meanwhile nigga-boy had sneakily crapped out some more shit into his hand – he loved it so - probably because it made him feel his degradation so fucking deeply – and he had massaged it into his own sexy cunt-boy mouth, face and body and was now enjoying himself rubbing his whole shit-smeared body up and down naked pretty-boy who still had his cock up his own big-titted young cunt, her legs securely fastened round his waist, her weight, very slight anyway, partly taken by my bow-tie guy, who was still passionately kissing him and guiding him in his partial strangling of the cunt.  My leather guy saw nigga-boy enjoying himself in this way and immediately sharing my anger – at this gross infringement of his duties, dragged him away by his leash, attached him quickly to a frame – he had permanent wrist and ankle straps to facilitate this – and choosing a particularly vicious cane – began punishing him, most satisfyingly, thrashing him from his shoulders to his feet, using all his strength.  He was very angry and beat the disgusting black cunt-boy with terrific ferocity.  Nigga-boy screamed the screams of the damned.  Incidentally this sadistic activity really suited the leathers my Mediterranean guy was wearing, he had removed his jacket as he was sweating from the exertion, his magnificent pierced cock totally hard and dripping precum, his leather harness gleaming and he swung the cane to inflict as much pain as possible on this young black boy-cunt – he was in unbelievable agony - my guy was really giving it some - it was a perfect picture of totally aesthetic sexual cruelty.  In face the word “cruelty” doesn’t do it justice to the enjoyment it gave us, it was more than that, it was the exquisite indifference to the black boy-cunt’s humanity, he was a squealing, shrieking thing, the more he hurt, the more we liked it.  The black boy-cunt wished he was dead - he should be so lucky, he was going to suffer a lot more for our entertainment.

 

It was at this point that Joe walked in – fucking champion body-builder Joe, bare-chested – awe-inspiring body and arms, combat trousered and cigar-smoking, a fucking mean animal, the amazing Joe.  It was usual for Joe to arrive later in the proceedings, and bring with him something additional.  On his huge arm this time was the stupidest looking piece of blond bimbo fuck-meat I had ever seen in my life. A thoroughly well-fucked professional whore of - eighteen probably, dressed like a porn actress, shiny, clinging red silk evening dress, huge - I mean monstrously huge fucking tits sticking out, and an embroidered hole showing her disgusting cunt – copious cum oozing from the twat - a nice touch, and another – Joe turned the fuck-meat round - conveniently revealing her shit-hole again cum trickling from it, the whole living piece of fuck-meat tottering on seven inch heels.  Joe knew how to pick ‘em!   Obviously in her role as “girl-friend” she fucking adored Joe, she couldn’t keep her hands off him, she giggled and simpered, licked her thick made-up lips, and stroked his groin and panted.  He had to slap her hard – she cried but obviously loved the attention.  He told the cunt to open her mouth – he flicked ash in it, then he pulled her tits out, quickly gave them a fucking good slapping and standing behind the cunt, he jiggled them for my benefit.  “Ok for you boss?”

 

“Great.”

 

“Anything you particular you want done to them, boss?”

 

“You decide, Joe.”  He bent the cunt over his arms and stuck his free hand up her cum-oozing twat.

 

“By the way, boss, this stupid cunt has just been fucked by all the guys at my gym, cunt and shithole. And on the drive over here I stopped and had her fucked a few times by some filthy tramps.  You never saw such sore covered, puss-oozing cocks.”  The stupid cunt referred to, the stupidest fucking cunt in the world I swear, giggled. 

 

“Oh Joe, you know I’m just a cock whore. Stick any cocks up me, Joe.”  She was still bent backwards, Joe straightened the whore up, and wiped his fingers clean on the cunt’s blond hair. The skinhead boys intent on their aggressive fucking had eventually noticed, firstly Joe – the sight of him made them apprehensive, and then the tits on the whore.

 

“Wow, look at them tits!”

 

“You like my tits, boys?”  The stupid cunt giggled and stuck them out for them, thinking her attractiveness gave her some control in the situation.

 

“Shut it, cunt, if you know what’s good for you” and Joe slapped her giant tits as hard as he could, which was very hard.  The cunt screamed and tottered but quickly regained her fuck-whore status.  Then in an attempt to regain control in the only way she knew how, she shoved her hand in her thoughtfully available but nevertheless utterly revolting cunt and jiggled her unbelievably monstrous tits with the other.

 

“Oh men, I want a hard cock up my fuck-hole!  Who’s going to stick a cock up my fucking oozing twat-hole?  Please Joe, let one of these nice men ram a cock up my wet slit. ” ,And actually, either this stupid cunt was so short-sighted she couldn’t see that there were three half dead cunts being fucked and tortured by the skinheads, or Joe had got her drugged up and she didn’t care, or as I prefer to believe – this new fucking big-titted whore was so fucking horny the sight turned her on, whatever it was she apparently couldn’t give a shit about the other young cunts.

 

“I’m not letting these boys get any diseases from your disgusting cunt!” said Joe, and he whispered in her ear.  She buckled at the knees in lust and rubbed her giant tits against him.

 

“Oh please, please.  I didn’t know you were going to give me such a treat.  Please Joe, please can I have your lighted cigar stuck up my disgusting cunt!”  She was a total pain-slut!  Can Joe pick ‘em or what?  She bent back in a euphoria of lust and held her cunt lips wide open to assist him.  “Oh what fucking joy!  Burn me up my cunt!”

 

“Watch this boys.”  Magnificent Joe made sure the cigar was glowing and with one quick, impressive move he shoved it entirely up her gaping fuck-hole.

 

“Oooh yes!”  She screamed and shuddered and obviously orgasmed.

 

“Wow!  Fucking wow!”  cheered the boys, very impressed and so they should be.

 

“Ok guys, double fuck this cunt.”  This was addressed to my bow-tie guy and my Mediterranean leather guy. Obviously he didn’t mean they should stick their cocks up it, he pointed to a lavatory brush and a pineapple.  He repeated his instructions and for added emphasis he slapped the cunt on her face as hard as he could with each syllable – “O, K, GUYS, DOUB, LE, FUCK, THIS, CUNT!”  Alternating hands he stopped her from falling over with the other.  She screamed when she could, then he let the stupid cunt collapse.  She grabbed round his legs as he walked away to light a new cigar.  “I love you, Joe. Joe, I love you!”  What a sight, the fucking slut!  Anyway, always ready to co-operate with Joe, they abandoned nigga-boy and pretty boy respectively dragged the big-titted pain-slut up between them and fucked it, pineapple up the cunt and lavatory brush shoved hard up her shit-hole.  They managed to give her huge tits a good mauling between them and the whore came continuously. Clearly the challenge would be to make this eighteen year old fucking slut hurt in a way that she didn’t enjoy.  “Thank you Joe, thank you!  I’ll do anything for you, Joe!”   Magnificent Joe had meantime got another cigar on the go, and now went round collecting the three half dead, massive-titted fourteen year old cunts. Dragging them by the hair he pilled them up one on top of each other in the middle. They lay there twitching and moaning.  He gave his instructions to the skinheads.  Mohican was to get salt and rub it thoroughly in nigga-boy’s extensive wounds until he was screaming in fresh agony.  Nigga-boy incidentally was no slip of a pussy boy, for fourteen he had been quite a sportsjock and was well developed; Mohican boy was to cane him more if the screaming diminished with the aim of exposing more bloody flesh and applying more salt, then using the largest dildos he was to fuck him energetically.  Mohican boy, still with a raging hard on, put on his favourite, cool, completely studded denim jacket, lit a cigarette and set about his task with style.  He looked totally stylish and knew it, while sadistically ministering to the shackled, muscular nigga-boy.  You can tell, men, by now, that my guys were expert at arranging interesting and entertaining tableaux for me. I do hope you agree with me in my estimation of their skill.  I was very lucky have their services and I made sure they were very well compensated. Champion black skinhead was given brief advice on getting rats up the cunts of the fourteen year old big-titted half-dead whores.  “If we are going to see those fucking big tits jigging, they need an incentive.”  Now the black fucker was obviously the right choice for this task, he’d never in his life thought of such a thing, let alone attempted it, but he was sooo fucking keen, he invented the methods himself. Besides the cage, he brought over the stuff he might need, funnel, clamps etc, hauling up the first huge-titted young whore, cunt up, legs over its head, he rammed the funnel in her ruined cunt,  he held rat number one over her face so she could see it, then he dropped the wriggling animal down the funnel – it was the largest black rat in the cage – he let gravity and its own scrabbling drive the animal right into her disgusting hole, then holding the screaming whore down with one hand – it was no problem to him, all three were very slightly built, apart from massive tits - plus he was very strong - he removed the funnel, reached for a large clamp and closed the flesh together round her hole. Then he stood back to survey his work.  The massive tits didn’t start jiggling immediately, I suppose the rat had to get frantic and angry first, but then it hit, she produced refreshingly appalling screams and started rolling from side to side – she began pulling at the clamps on her cunt, but even if she could have got them off – they were designed so that once closed only a particular gadget could remove them – the rats was so far up her, so confused, it wouldn’t have come out the way it went it – it was eating it’s way out.  Her terror was terrific, and very rewarding for the effort of every one involved – buying the rats, and cages and feeding them till they were needed, etc, she even stood up and ran about screaming and clawing at herself, the massive tits were dancing delightfully, she was throwing herself at the wall, the consciousness drug in her system refusing her the relief of passing out.  The black, skilful skinhead went round the place high-fiving his mates and the men. He was fucking great.

 

“Well done, boy,” said Joe.  Joe was smoking and fucking pretty-boy.  “Boy here,” Joe had said, “suck my meat, cunt-boy.”  Pretty-boy did it with alacrity, Joe was not a man you hesitated with, and pretty-boy had rapidly adjusted to his new status as fresh boy-whore.  “Get it wet, it’s going up your boy-hole.”  And all of its meaty thickness and length was up there now.  Joe stood, pretty-boy bent over, with Joe’s long, thick cock, slowly and thoroughly fucking him in his virgin boy-hole.  Joe hadn’t removed his boots or combat trousers, and as ever looked amazing - his muscles flexing to advantage.  Quite quickly black skinhead got rats up the other two cunts and which he did with equal skill.  The cunt with the broken arms just lay there bucking her body up and down and screaming inhumanly and begging for mercy as the rats – he’d got three up this one – fought inside up her disgusting young cunt.  Her massive tits were bouncing nicely.  The other cunt who’d had the weighted tits, the one with the broken face – you remember, men? – he carefully removed the weights from the tits, he didn’t want to spoil their shape, and she had just one, quite large rat - but up her ass for variety.  She was running round squawking, squealing, squatting, massive tits jiggling – never still – which was nice, bouncing up and down, desperate to remove the ferocious animal that was slowly but surely eating through her bowels in an attempt to escape its prison.  Actually she was great entertainment. Mohican skinhead, looking great, nice hard cock, laced up boots, totally studded denim jacket, smoking, was shoving a fire-extinguisher up nigga-boy.  I know I’d said we weren’t going to snuff him, but what the hell, eh men?

 

“Anything else, boss?” it was the black skinhead speaking to me.

 

“Hey, fuck face, don’t speak to the boss, ever, ok?” Joe rebuked him

 

“Sorry. sir.”

 

“Alright, but you get no second chances.  Take over fucking your, mate, and make sure you hurt him.”   Immediately black skinhead went over and put his erstwhile mate on his cock, he fucked him vigorously, heaping abuse on pretty-boy.  “Just fuck the shit out of him, but don’t get carried away, we don’t want him bruised or damaged yet.”  Joe had another task to perform.  He collected the three frantic young cunts, dragging each by the hair, until he had them in a bunch – holding three screaming young ruined cunts by the hair in one hand.  He got the handy hook and winch arrangement in the other, and soon had all three back to back, swinging in agony a few inches off the floor, suspended by hair only.  Now how long will it be before they scalp themselves and land back on the floor, minus a full head of hair?  I reckon quite a long time, probably never, they were only slips of young girls remember.  He then tied each cunt's leg to her neighbour – so that’s three pairs of legs – and fixed them wide apart to posts placed for the purpose.  Eh voila!  Three disgusting, ruined cunts, all exposed, convenient height and available.  All cunts, or asses with rats up ‘em!  Fuck yeah!

 

The winch arrangement holding up the three young whores by the hair had another very useful feature – it could move up and down quite rapidly – Joe set it do this, the range of motion was, say six inches, it got the baseball-size tits bouncing nicely.  About the rats, well to be honest, can they breathe long enough to claw and chew their way out of these cunts? – they’d stopped being entertaining after a couple of minutes.  Time for fresh horror for these three fourteen year old disgusting cunts.  My Mediterranean leather guy and my bow-tie guy – pale, hot red-lipped, black shiny side-burns – had abandoned the pineapple and lavatory brush double fuck and dropped the big-titted eighteen year old pain slut on the floor where she had grabbed the nearest dildo, a very large black object and was about to fuck herself, desperate as she was. But Joe saw this, went over and gave her an energetic kick in the massive tits.  “Fucking whore!  What have I told you?”

 

“Sorry, sorry, Joe, I forgot. I love you Joe.”

 

“You fucking dumb cunt!” and he gave her another three or four kicks to her massive tits and up her twat.  She had made him fucking angry, so he emphasised every word with a fucking hard kick.  I really enjoyed the naked brutality of this, hard male muscle and anger directed at a young big-titted whore, a bare-chested muscle god, in combat trousers and army boots kicking the shit out of his disobedient massive titted whore.  Who agrees with me, men?  Is that what a raging hardon is about or what?  “What have I said, again and again, dildos, kick, are, kick, too, kick, fucking, kick, good, kick, for revolting fuck-holes - several fucking hard kicks. “You fucking cunt! Here, shove that up your stinking fuck-hole.”  He threw her what appeared to be a broken chair leg, horribly splintered up and down its length and squared off at the top.  “Square end in first, slut-cunt. And get those fucking tits sticking out, whore!”

 

“Yes, Joe, of course, Joe.  I love you, Joe.”

 

“Well then, what are you waiting for?  Smash it right up your fucking hole, whore!”

 

“Yes, Joe, of course, Joe, immediately.”  And she did, and with no preparation, the whore just fucking rammed it right up her fucking cunt, and the fucking whore loved it.   She jammed the thing hard right up herself and screamed and juddered in orgasm, the fucking whore!  Then she did it over and over, ramming it up her fucking disgusting cunt.  She fucking loved it.  Mohican guy was ordered to leave nigga-boy where he had done excellent work, the black boy-cunt was suffering beautifully – he was in total agony from the caning, salt in his wounds, and an obscenely stretch shit-shute. Joe left his whore fucking herself with the splintered chair leg, and smoking his cigar, picked up the cage, went over to nigga-boy, pulled out the fire-extinguisher and dropped the four remaining wriggling rats up his boy-hole, no need for the funnel, and this time he rammed a large and ingenious butt-plug up after them, it had a hole through the middle that allowed plenty of oxygen up the his hole, but he used super-glue for lube, so nigga-boy couldn’t pull it out. Nigga-boy previously had been remarkably squeamish and detested rodents more than anything and Joe had made sure the cunt-boy had a good, long look at them, dangling them on his screaming face before shoving them up him. Nigga-boy was released from the frame, leaving him free to crawl, run, beg and generally go insane with pain and fear.  This was very good, only what I would expect of Joe.  The black skinhead was ordered to desert pretty-boy’s arse-hole and with mohican boy to see if they could devise something that would really hurt the eighteen year old pain-slut whore, without it making her fucking cum. The big-titted whore was still enjoying herself ramming the splintered squared off chair leg vigorously up her disgusting cunt, in and out, over and over.  Her massive, meaty tits were virtually jumping up and down and she was rolling over again and again in slutty joy. 

 

“I love you, Joe.  Joe, thank you for hurting me, I love you…” etc and she emphasised each phrase with a hard shove up her cunt.

 

“Try this on the cunt, boy,” and Joe gave the black skinhead his ever popular whippy car aerial.  So black skinhead immediately swung his arm back and began viciously attacking her fucking massive meaty tits with it. “Fuck yeah!  Way to go, boy!” Mohican boy was left pulling energetically on her hair, knee in her back to stick those huge tits right out, and of course, gobbing copious spit in the fucking cunt’s eyes.  The black skinhead had a good target and took advantage of it.  And still she shook with revolting whore orgasms, over and over, and she rammed the splintered chair leg up her hole when she had opportunity.  “Oh Joe, thank you, thank you for letting these nice boys hurt me like this!”

 

Joe had known what he was doing when he added this massive titted pain-slut to the agenda.  She was fuelling our anger with every second she orgasmed.  The boys, myself and my guys were soooooooo fucking angry.  The black fucker whipped those massive tits with every ounce of his young muscular strength.  I just had to join in.  I used the cane that had been used on nigga-boy.  And taking it in turn, the black skinhead and I laid into her massive fucking jugs. 

 

My three guys however, had a good way of taking out their anger on the three young cunts.  Remember men, my guys said they had something better than rats up the cunts in store.  Well now they produced it.  They surrounded the suspended young whores, a trio bouncing in agony, hung by their hair.  Each fucking hot man had one large, industrial sized syringe in his hands, the clamps had been removed from the jiggling young whore’s cunts – the winch still bouncing them up and down, their much damaged massive tits still holding their shape which was a tribute to youth and the chemical enhancements, and to my guys thoughtful planning.  Joe explained the idea. Of the contents of the three syringes which would burn the through the insides of a fourteen year old huge-titted whore first?  One, Joe, car battery acid, two my leather guy with ordinary toilet cleaner bleach or three, my sexy bow-tie guy whose syringe contained paint-stripper fluid.  Joe stopped the winch in its incessant bobbing up and down, and my three hot guys positioned themselves, nozzles up, at the opening of the ruined cunts – barely a couple of hours ago they had been fresh big-titted stupid young cunts – and now look at them – still massive titted, still fucking stupid, and in total unbelievable agony.  Fucking great job, guys!

 

I decided it was time to fish out my own massive cock, truly thick and awe-inspiring in itself.  I let black skinhead and Mohican skinhead continue attacking the eighteen year old big tits and called pretty-boy over who wasn’t occupied.  I told him to put the electric probe gadget up his boy-hole – you remember, men, nigga-boy had started with it up his hole? – I put the control setting on mild and told him to get to work on my cock and balls, every so often I gave him a shock, strong enough to be deeply unpleasant for him but not enough to cause him to loose self control. 

 

Over at the three hanging fourteen year old cunts – well it was time to go!  “One, two, three,” and my fucking hot, sexy guys rammed the metal syringes up the whores and shot the acid, bleach and paint stripper right up their disgusting fuck-holes.

 

“FUCK YEAH, MEN!  FUCKING RUIN THE FUCKING CUNTS!” 

 

The effect was instantaneous.  They began screaming and jumping; yelling and bucking like roped, maddened animals.  The guys cheered and roared with laughter, Joe quickly got some wooden bungs and shoved them up the cunts like you would on barrels, it stopped the fluid from leaking out and loosing some of its effectiveness.  Then the guys just enjoyed themselves, larking about, attacking, for example, the huge, bouncing tits with whatever was handy, throwing knives to see they would stick in the tit-meat, darts at the cunts eyes, that sort of thing, one of them lit a blow-torch and starting burning the cunts from underneath, setting fire to any remaining cunt hair, setting fire to the wooden bung-holes – the paint stripper was the most inflammable and it actually ignited with a great whoosh up the cunt’s fuck-hole, that was fucking great!  – it was just good, clean fun,  The conscious awareness drug was amazing because these three fourteen year old big titted whores felt every second of the unbelievable pain and agony we inflicted on them, not for on minute were my guys dealing with unconscious sluts.  It was good stuff, really good stuff.

 

Black skinhead and mohican skinhead had tied bands round pain-sluts huge tits, forcing them to stick out even more, and while black skinhead took a rest, just pulling on her hair and knee in her back, dropping ash into her eyes, mohican skinhead was smashing into her massive jugs with a cricket bat.  It was quite funny really. The whore was still orgasming, panting, swearing her love for Joe and her totally gratitude to the boys.  “Thank you boys, you are sooo sexy, I love your cocks.  Tell Joe, I love him.”  Pant, pant, shove, shove with the splintering chair leg up her disgusting, insatiable whore snatch.

 

Nigga-boy had crawled, jerked, spasmed over to me and was begging and pleading in an annoying way.  I managed to make him understand him that if he could take my fucking big thick cock down his throat and make me cum just with throat massage I’d get the rats out of him.  He was very willing to try.  Sweet.  I took the control of the electric probe that was up pretty boy, set it to maximum and gave it to the spasming nigga-boy.  “Have fun.  Oh by the way,” I told pretty boy, “if you say anything other than ‘thank you, sir, give me another one, much harder, sir’,  I’ll have acid poured up your shit hole.”

 

“Thank you, sir, I’ll just say thank you, I will, I promise, sir.”  Nigga-boy shocked him, and this utterly sexy, naked, booted and pretty skinhead screamed and jumped in the air, but he remembered, “thank you, sir, another one, sir, harder than that, sir.”  I shoved my large, thick, dripping cock down nigga-boys throat and he pressed the button to shock pretty-boy skinhead, who like him was barely fourteen.  The rats up nigga-boys shit-hole produced very pleasing vibrations in his throat, and he massaged my thick meat in a very satisfactory manner.  I looked around at what was happening – and saw that it was good.  Three young cunts suffering the torments of hell, burning alive from deep inside right up their fucking disgusting, ruined twat-holes, and their fucking huge, massive tits still pleasing us by bouncing, youthfully up and down with their agonised jumps and screams.  Sexy, sadistic black skinhead fucker, knee pushed hard in Joe’s whore’s back, with his cigarette, burning the earlobes of this hot-looking eighteen year old pain slut, mohican skinhead, with a cigarette dangling from his hot, mean lips, was calmly forcing long, sharpened meat skewers through her huge fucking tits.  The stupid cunt herself was at the same time ramming the squared off, splintered chair leg up the now, bloody and ruined fucking cunt.  “More, more, give me more!  Shove more up me, boys, hurt me more!  I fucking love it!  Joe, Joe, Joe, I love you Joe. More pain!  Get more up this cunt!”

 

And what was Joe doing?  Well first because he was irritated with his “girlfriend” he told black skinhead to stub his cigarette out in her fucking whore eye and get over here and suck his own thick, dripping cock.  And then he signalled my leather guy and bow-tie guy to get their tongues up his ass.  And then with his cock in the macho black skinhead’s throat, he took a nice, satisfying shit in their mouths.  My two hot men licked on this thick, long turd as it crept out of Joe’s muscular ass, they took it in their teeth, slurped and sucked and chewed muscle-god Joe’s shit and stuck their tongues in each others mouths, then when they were sure there was no more shit to be got from Joe’s muscular ass they rolled on the ground and strained to shit on each other, wallowing in it.  They descended into total sex-piggery, grunting and becoming complete disgusting male animals.  They vomited into each other’s mouths and rubbed it all over themselves, giving in to their total pig natures.  It gave me great pleasure to see them so happy.  The three young cunts were now merrily alight, burning like a three branched candelabra.  Pretty-boy was suffering badly from the shocks nigga-boy was giving him, I think something may have gone wrong with the mechanism, anyway smoke was coming from his ass, and he was screaming continuously.  A fourteen year old virgin looking pretty boy – I hoped he’d be a human torch soon.  Joe saw what I wanted, he attached him to a pole, poured petrol all over him, and lit another cigar. He looked at pretty-boy, said, “Good bye cunt, oh and say good bye to your mates.”  Black skinhead couldn’t give a shit, he knew he was a pussy boy all along, and deserved what he got.  Mohican skinhead was just so relieved it wasn’t him. Joe threw the match pretty-boy.  He went up with a whoosh.  Looking down at nigga-boy who was still trying to please me with his throat sucking I could see that a couple of the rats were piercing the skin of his bowels.  Flesh was coming away rapidly and the animals were emerging, but still he kept sucking my cock.  Any of you men might have been worried that he would try to bite me or attack me, but I knew his conditioning was such that despite suffering his death throes he would still try to give good service.  Sweet.  I would miss him.

 

Joe surprisingly set the hose on the pretty-boy and doused the fire.  He was still alive, barely. He got him down and rammed the machine-up his burned boy-hole, but not like a dildo but right up into his guts into the centre of his burned body.  Then he lifted up the gun, the burned wreck of pretty-boy hanging on the end of it, and fucking amazing Joe fired it, repeatedly at the hanging burning cunts!  Over and over for a good minute or two.   It was terrific, pretty-boys body disintegrating and the fourteen year old burning cunts bursting massive tits was fucking wonderful. 

 

Cigar stuck in his mouth, Joe dropped the gun and the wreck of pretty-boy and went over to his whore, now blind in one eye, and with skewers through her massive jugs.  “Did you like the display of fire-power, boys?“

 

“Fuck yeah, sir.  Amazing, sir.”

 

Get the cunt up, boys.”  They did.  “Have another cigarette, boys. Have a beer.”  They did. 

 

The worn out cunt still managed to simper, “Joe, thank you so much, I love you so much.  These young men, have given me such a good time.”

 

“You hear that, boys?  This fucking cunt says she loves me. Ok cunt, is that right?  So you fucking love me?”

 

“Oh, yes, Joe, you are all man, I love you Joe, I wanted to be your own special huge-titted whore, Joe.

 

“Well, let’s see how you like this.  Move aside, boys.”  The two skinheads, smoking, and drinking lager, still with dripping hard cocks, really curious as to what astonishingly cool thing he’d do next.  The stood back to admire Joe, who, believe me was just fucking awesome.  Spitting on the whore, putting his cigar out in her other eye, he lifted the huge-titted cunt up, high above his head, with both arms, as if she weighed nothing – to him, of course, she didn’t.  Then he paused, and with a fucking roar, using all his strength he hurled the fucking stupid cunt against one of the concrete walls.  She smashed against it with a gratifying crack and then dropped down.

 

“Fucking cool, man!”  said the boys.  She wasn’t quite dead.

 

“I love you, Joe.  Thank you, Joe.” and wouldn’t you know it, the fucking cunt orgasmed

 

“Do me a favour, boys.”

 

“Any thing, sir.  What is it.”

 

“Just get the cunt back over here.”  They dragged the broken but still alive body of the huge titted eighteen year old cunt back over.

 

“You know that dancing you fuckers do?  Just stomping up and down?”

 

“Yea?”

 

“Well do it on those fucking huge knockers.  Enjoy yourselves!  Fucking stamp on those huge tits, boys.”

 

“Yeah, let’s fucking destroy the cunt!”  Head banging music, beer, hard dripping young cocks, burning and broken cunts, agonised pretty cunt-boys, I just love aggressive young men. Black skinhead and Mohican skinhead only had one aim in life from now on – to be like Joe.  To be a fucking man – like Joe. I unloaded deeply down nigga-boys throat with long, satisfying spasms.

 

“Thanks guys, that was a job well done,” and I wiped my cock and hands on the dying nigga-boy’s shiny and conditioned curly black hair and left.  The rats were crawling over his ripped open body, he could see them and was screaming.  My guys would see to the cleaning up.