GMsharing: John

Gagged, bound and exposed, fingerfucked, fucked with dildo on fucking machine, nipples and foreskin clamped together, then face pissed on

My captive kickboxer is still sleeping peacefully from the drug, but not for long. I smack him in the face and stand back to enjoy the show as the big thug opens his eyes to a world of horror.
Realising he's tied up, naked, John screams into his gag with rage, "MMMMFFFFPPHHHH!!!" He struggles furiously, trying to kick me, before feeling a painful yank on his genitals which tells him his cock is tightly bound to his feet.
John is utterly helpless. I fondle his dick, enjoying the escalating volume of his protests as my hand slips down towards his arsehole. The wriggling fighter's screams reach fever pitch as I work a finger into his furiously clenched sphincter, pushing it deeper and deeper until I'm in up to the knuckle.
The straight stud is absolutely livid. His red face contorts with fury around the gag as I gleefully shove in another finger, and fingerfuck his hole hard, watching his expression grow increasingly agonised as my probing fingers stretch him up.
To make matters worse for him, John's dumb hetero cock responds quickly to my stroking, until the miserable man sports a humiliating hardon. I make John look down at his own rigid dick, and he cringes in shame.
But the real torment hasn't even begun yet for this anal virgin. When I show him the fucking machine, John's eyes widen in shock as the terrifying truth dawns on him. I ignore his threatening grunts, which turn to muffled pleas as I position the dildo in front of his twitching arsehole.
Without mercy, I jam the large plastic cock past John's resistant ringpiece, laughing at his frantic gasps and moans as I turn on the fucking machine and it begins sliding in and out of John's tight arse. I stare into his angry eyes as I hover my finger over the speed dial, the fate of his anus at my fingertips.
As John experiences rectal probing for the first time, I turn my attention to his nipples and dick, to really give him an all-over experience of suffering. Nasty clips go on each nipple, which I attach to his foreskin, stringing them all tightly together until John's wailing in pain. I even add a load of pegs to his nutsack and perineum, which bring his cries of discomfort to a new level.
Tears roll down John's angry cheeks as the entire array of torments becomes too much for him to bear, and he realises he's completely trapped in this hell for as long as I choose. No amount of fighting training is any use against a few ropes.
I stand above his face and unzip my fly. John's eyes meet mine as he realises what I'm about to do. The urine hits his face with a hot splash, eliciting sobs of humiliation as it runs down his face, leaking into his mouth and eyes, overwhelming him with the smell and bitter taste. John will never be able to forget this moment of total and utter shame.

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Posted in: 2011,John

Tough cage fighter drugged unconscious, stripped naked and perved over by two sleazy men. Frottage, sleeping mouth fucked, cock sucked till it's hard, and arse fingerfucked hard and deep.

I've been watching the tough cage-fighters down at the local MMA gym. Big muscular men, hard as nails, who would rip your head off if you even looked at them the wrong way. But most of these big hunks are dumb as fuck, and I've picked out the hottest one of all.
I approach him in the car park, after he's trained. The big man reeks of sweat and testosterone. I tell him I need his help beating up a guy named 'Dave'... and after I show him an envelope stuffed with cash, the gullible twat is all mine.
I lead John to the lockup where Dave's hiding out. The confident fighter goes straight in demanding "the money." Dave plays along just long enough to give me time to pick up a syringe and knock John out cold - he collapses to the floor, giving Dave and I no holds barred access to his unconscious body.
We rifle through the fighter's bag, savouring his sweaty jockstrap and damp shorts, freshly worn for practice. We fondle his cock through his trackies, and lean down to kiss his lolling mouth. The big man is out for the count.
Dave and I take our time stripping the passed out cage fighter - first we unzip his jacket, to enjoy his firm nipples, before removing his tracksuit bottoms and taking a long sniff of the masculine scent emanating from his shorts. Finally, we yank John's shorts down and greedily inhale the intoxicating scent of his sweaty arse and genitals. I can't resist a taste, so I push my head between his cheeks and rim him, tasting the musky tang of his freshly exercised arsehole and hairy crack.
With the whole of this defenceless hunky cage-fighter's body to enjoy, Dave and I can afford to take our time appreciating every last inch. We suck his toes, sniff and lick his armpits, and gnaw on his nipples.
John's cock lies naked and exposed, begging to be toyed with. I wrap my hungry lips around his limp shaft and nestle my nose in his pubes, gulping it all down. The sleeping dick begins to stir in my mouth as I begin using my tongue on the head, sucking it slowly up and down, and within seconds it's hardening in my hand. This dumb straight boy can't control his cock in his sleep, which is just as well, because his erect prick tastes fucking delicious.
Dave takes his turn sucking the unconscious member, as I dip my own raging hardon into the man's inviting open mouth. Rubbing my dick against his lips, I stiffen even harder at the thought of what we'll make him do when he's awake. Dave even crams his nuts into John's mouth, as I grab handfuls of the sleeping man's muscular arse cheeks and rub my dick all up and down his crack, against his own cock, humping away as the frottage gets me hornier and hornier.
I prise John's cheeks apart and gob on his hole. The passed out fighter is simply asking for it. I shove my finger into his arsehole and drive it deep into his warm guts. His virgin arse grips my fingers - this is going to be a nice tight fuck when the cunt wakes up...