Date: Wed, 28 Jan 2015 20:09:07 -0800
From: MikeFilt <mikefilt@gmail.com>
Subject: The Hardware Backroom
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--- THIS STORY IS PART OF THE "GREEN VALLEY" UNIVERSE ---
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THE CHARACTERS
Stanley Miller: Owner of "Miller Hardware," 46-years-old
Ryan Wilson: Works part time at "Miller Hardware," 16-years-old
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THE HARDWARE BACKROOM
Ryan Wilson was supposed to be doing inventory in the backroom of Miller
Hardware. Instead he was rubbing his cock through his jeans while thumbing
through an old porn magazine. He had found the dirty magazine hidden in the
bottom of a dusty old filing cabinet.
Ryan was a thin, sinewy 16-year-old with dark black hair and green eyes. He
played football on the high school varsity team and had developed a strong
and lean body. What he lacked in bulk he made up in speed and agility. His
right hand was down the front of his jeans when the door swung open and in
walked Ryan's boss.
Stanley Miller was a towering figure of a man. He stood 6'2" with a broad
muscular chest. At 46 he was losing some of his peppered grey hair, but was
still an intimidating guy, which is why Ryan jumped a foot in the air when
Mr. Miller walked in.
Ryan yanked his hand out of his pants and scrambled to hide the magazine,
but too late.
"Tony wants to know if -- " Mr. Miller started to say but trailed off at
the sight of Ryan's guilty face and the poorly hidden magazine. "What 'cha
got there Ryan?"
"Nuthin," mumbled Ryan avoiding Mr. Miller's eyes
Mr. Miller looked from the magazine, back to Ryan's blushing face then
locked the door behind him.
"You been slacking off boy?" asked Mr. Miller
"No sir," responded Ryan barely above a whisper and still avoiding eye
contact.
"I see you've found some interesting reading material," Mr. Miller went on,
"Mind if I take a look?"
Ryan shrugged as Mr. Miller reached past him and picked up the magazine. He
rifled through a few pages grinning before turning his attention back to
Ryan.
"Liking what you see?" asked Mr. Miller as he stopped on one particularly
intriguing spread. The main photo was that of a man sandwiched between a
woman and another man, fucking the lady while getting fucked by the man.
Laughing Mr. Miller went on, "boy I haven't looked at this in a long time."
Ryan looked up hopeful, maybe he wasn't going to get in trouble after all.
"I'm sorry sir," he stammered, "I'll get right back to work."
"Hold your horses," interrupted Mr. Miller, "You're not getting off
scot-free, not only are you slacking off, but you've been snooping through
my things."
Mr. Miller went over to a corner and dragged an old wooden sawhorse to the
middle of the room. Dusting it off he turned back to Ryan and ordered the
boy to bend over the wooden structure. Ryan obliged, bracing himself for a
whupping.
Sure enough Mr. Miller grabbed a nearby broom and smacked Ryan across his
boney ass with the wooden handle. Ryan flinched as the rod connected with
his backside and instinctively he stood up. Mr. Miller tutted and pushed
Ryan back down, this time tying his hands to the legs of the sawhorse
forcing the boy to remain bent over.
Mr. Miller smacked the boy's butt once again, before grabbing Ryan's
waistband and yanking his pants and underwear down to his ankles. Ryan
could feel the cool air of the room on his naked buttocks and grimaced as
Mr. Miller whupped him one more with the broom handle.
The sight of Ryan's pasty white teenage butt was making Mr. Miller hot
around the collar. Ryan's ass was flat and boney but Mr. Miller knew from
experience that Ryan's asshole would still be warm and tight. His dick
twitched in his jeans as he swatted the boy again, reddening the milky
flesh.
Mr. Miller then gently poked at Ryan's ass with the broom handle, moving it
around ever so slightly, searching for Ryan's teenage asshole. Ryan gasped
and Mr. Miller knew he found his target. Mr. Miller gently pushed the broom
handle into Ryan's asshole. There was some resistance as it pushed against
Ryan's outer ring, but after breaking through that barrier, the wooden
handle slid a few inches into the boy.
Ryan panted loudly, the broom firmly lodged in his asshole. Thinking ahead,
Mr. Miller grabbed a rag and stuffed it into Ryan's mouth, muffling the
sound.
Mr. Miller then undid the buckle of his belt and retrieved the dirty
magazine. He flipped through its worn pages and found a spread he
liked. After laying the magazine down on Ryan's back, he jimmied his shoes
off, shucked off his pants, and pulled off his shirt.
Now completely naked, Mr. Miller stood next to Ryan's butt looking at the
magazine, spread open on his back. He tugged at his growing cock,
unsticking it from his low-hanging balls. Mr. Miller started playing with
his expanding cock, coaxing it into its full and fat 9-and-a-half
inches. Every once in a while he reached over and slid the broom a bit
deeper into Ryan's asshole.
Ryan was starting to enjoy the sensation in his rectum, the full feeling of
the wooden rod jammed inside him. His outer ring was pulsating and sending
pricks of pleasure throughout his body. Each time Mr. Miller pushed more of
the handle into him, he felt fuller and somehow more satisfied.
Mr. Miller was fully erect now, his massive almost 10-incher sticking out
parallel to the floor. The fattest part of Mr. Miler's fucker was the ridge
around his the base of his cock head. From there the fat shaft bulged and
then narrowed before meeting his crotch in a thick growth of wiry black
pubes.
Mr. Miller bent down and untied Ryan's shoes, pulling them off along with
Ryan's pants and underwear. He then spread Ryan's legs apart and tied them
to the sawhorse as well. With his legs spread, Mr. Miller could clearly see
Ryan's asshole tightly gripping the broom handle. Mr. Miller jiggled the
broom handle enjoying the sight of Ryan's ass-lips clenching and clutching
at the wooden shaft.
Mr. Miller grabbed a tube of ball bearing grease from a nearby shelf and
slowly pulled the broom handle from Ryan's asshole. Ryan felt the wood
slide across his sphincter leaving him feeling hollow and empty, his
winking and open asshole sucking in cool air. Before Ryan's hole could
shrink closed, Mr. Miller stuck 2 fat fingers in.
Gently and slowly Mr. Miller pried the boy's hole open just enough to
squeeze in half a tube of grease. He gently pulled his fingers out as
Ryan's freshly greased asshole slowly closed back up, a few drops of the
grease oozing out. Mr. Miller than positioned himself behind the boy, lined
up his rectum wrecker, and started forcing it into the now whimpering teen.
The unusual proportions of Mr. Miller's cock meant whenever he fucked a
boy, the boy would first be ripped wide open by the fat head, and as his
shaft went in deeper, the boy's asshole could slowly shrink around
Mr. Miller's tapered cock. This also meant when the narrowest part of
Mr. Miller's cock was resting in a boy's ass-ring, rest of his 9-and-a-half
inches would be buried deep inside the boy.
Ryan let out a muffled scream as Mr. Miller's cock ripped through his outer
sphincter, stretching it wider than it had ever gone before. Popping past
the outer ring, Mr. Miller's cock kept pushing, brushing over Ryan's
prostate and breaking though Ryan's inner ass-ring. Ryan's legs were
trembling, his ass on fire. Deeper and deeper into the boy pushed
Mr. Miller.
"Push out like you're taking a massive shit," barked Mr. Miller totally
absorbed in his own pleasure.
Ryan obeyed and pushed as hard as he could, his asshole blooming open
slightly as he felt the fat cock-head push deeper into him. It was rubbing
his insides, pushing and prodding deeper into him. He felt the massive
cock-shaft slide through his outer sphincter, getting narrower and
narrower, offering his burning ass-ring some minor relief as it shrank,
following the contours of Mr. Miller's shaft.
Just when the pain in his sphincter started lessening, a pain in his gut
flared up. Ryan could feel his gut being straightened out and stretched
open, making a path for Mr. Miller's rectum destroyer. Deeper still went
Mr. Miller's cock shaft until at last Ryan felt Mr. Miller's wiry pubes
scratching his butt.
Mr. Miller rested there for almost half a minute, Ryan's belly still
burning, before slowly pulling back out. The pain in Ryan's guts lessened
but his ass-ring was being stretched open again as the shaft got thicker
and thicker. With a stabbing pain, the thick cock-head popped backwards
through Ryan's inner ring, which rushed to close itself off from the
invading fuck-stick.
Mr. Miller paused again, his cock-head painfully stretching Ryan's outer
ring as wide as a fist. Ryan's inner ass-ring was just sealing itself shut,
when it was once again ripped apart by Mr. Miller's dick. Again the pain
lessened from Ryan's sphincter as it increased in his gut, he was either be
ripped wide, or stuck deep deep.
Back and forth went Mr. Miller and back and forth went the pain until
slowly it was replaced by throbs of deep pleasure. The fucking still stung
and hurt the boy, but there was another feeling mixed into it, one that
sent tingles through his thighs and back. He moaned pleasurably into his
gag as Mr. Miller picked up the pace and started slamming into him.
Mr. Miller's balls slapped Ryan's own teenage balls with each thrust, his
pubes scratching Ryan's buttocks. Mr. Miller fucked Ryan hard and fast with
a violent passion, the legs of the sawhorse lifting up with each slamming
thrust.
The sawhorse had moved a solid two feet across the room from where it
started, when Mr. Miller let out a guttural howl and rammed into Ryan's
asshole with a painful finality.
Ryan felt the massive cock inside him swell and twitch as a massive spurt
of thick hot jizz shot deep into his gut. Rope after rope of cum shot into
Ryan, depositing a mess of thick, gloppy semen. Ryan felt Mr. Miller
trembling as slowly his orgasm subsided.
Completely spent Mr. Miller collapsed on top of Ryan, still buried deep
inside his asshole. Ryan felt Mr. Miller's cock soften slightly but it
remained erect inside him. The break from constant movement made Ryan's
ass-rings settle slightly, tightening around the narrow base of
Mr. Miller's shaft.
After a minute of deep breaths, Mr. Miller regained his composure and stood
up. Firmly planting himself behind Ryan, he slowly started to pull his cock
out of the boy. He was no longer rock hard but his cock was still very much
at attention and still very fat. Pulling out would mean ripping open Ryan's
asshole one last time.
Ryan felt his hole slowly stretch wider and wider as Mr. Miller pulled out
the pain slowly building. Ryan let out a muffled scream and started
shaking, his used and greasy asshole could stretch no wider. Mr. Miller was
still deep in the boy's asshole, the tightness making it difficult to pull
out.
"Relax your asshole," ordered Mr. Miller, "Relax and push out."
Ryan shook his head and let out a muffled cry of pain.
"My cock isn't shrinking anytime soon," responded Mr. Miller, "This here is
a piss hard on."
Again Ryan shook his head, his protests muffled by the rag in his mouth.
"Alright," said Mr. Miller with a wicked grin, "If you say so."
And with that Mr. Miller pushed back into Ryan burying his cock once more
and relaxed his bladder.
Ryan felt the rush of piss flooding his gut, the liquid sloshing around his
belly, mixing with the pool of jizz already inside him. Ryan felt fuller in
a new and different way as his ass was filled with hot urine. It was a
strange but pleasurable sensation that increased with the pressure of more
and more piss being emptied into him.
As Mr. Miller drained his bladder into the boy, his cock slowly
deflated. Ryan's worn out ass-rings couldn't keep up and the airtight seal
around Mr. Miller's cock was broken. A bit of piss drizzled through the gap
between cock and asshole, and ran down Ryan's leg. At last Mr. Miller was
truly and completely empty.
Not wanting to make a mess, Mr. Miller looked around for something to plug
the boy's sloppy hole. He spotted a hammer and scooped it off a nearby
shelf. He then swiftly and easily slid his deflated cock out of Ryan's used
asshole and quickly replaced it with the handle of the hammer. Ryan grunted
as the metal hammer was jammed deep and roughly into his ass.
Mr. Miller gathered up his clothes and redressed himself before turning to
Ryan and staring to untie him.
"First things first, you are going to do is lick up this mess," Mr. Miller
explained, gesturing to the small puddle of piss and jizz that splatted
onto the floor during the brief second Ryan's asshole was unplugged.
Ryan nodded silently as Mr. Miller removed the rag from the boy's mouth and
pushed Ryan off the sawhorse onto his hands and knees. Ryan crawled around
the sawhorse, hammer still jammed in his asshole, over to the puddle of
jizz and piss.
The stench of man, sweat, and jizz emanated from the puddle. Ryan sniffed
at the stink before bowing down and slurping it up off the floor. The urine
was bitter, but scattered throughout was tiny salty globs of jizz. Ryan
hoovered it all down and licked the floor completely clean before looking
back up at Mr. Miller who produced a bucket and set it down on the floor.
Mr. Miller instructed Ryan to squat over the bucket, which he did, and then
Mr. Miller slowly pulled the hammer from his ass.
Piss and jizz came sloshing out of Ryan's rectum along with copious amounts
of slimy gut juice, the whole thing blended up in a frothy yellow liquid
that stank of sex and ass. Ryan wriggled his ass and still more liquid
splashed into the bucket. After a few more shakes Mr. Miller was satisfied
the boy was completely drained.
"Drink down everything in this bucket," Mr. Miller ordered, "and then get
back to work."
With that, Mr. Miller unlocked the backroom door and stepped back into the
shop, the door swinging shut behind him.
THE END
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