Date: Sun, 18 Jul 2004 10:31:57 EDT From: INSILVA92@aol.com Subject: The Acolyte part3 This is a homosexual fantasy, if it is illegal for you to read it please exit now. Because it is a fantasy the sex will be unsafe. Don't try this at home! This work is copyrighted to the author July 2004. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. The Slave groaned as his Master's thick prick ground home, his ass lips stung, but he didn't care, his Master was deep inside him, throbbing away. He knew that he would not start to fuck him until his hole started to close back up, so he lay contented, enjoying the exquisite pain coursing through his sexy young body. The Master started to flex his prick, enjoying the lustful whimpers that came from the Slave, he could feel the Slave's hot chute begin to tighten around his twitching prick. He looked at the Boy and nodded. The Boy started to play with the Slave's still hard nipples, alternately licking, sucking, and nipping one, as he pinched, rubbed, and squeezed the other. "Oh God! Oh Christ!" moaned the Slave, his body writhing, his precum oozing yet again. "Fuck me Master! Fuck me. NOW!" Chuckling to himself at his Slave's recuperative power the Master began to slowly fuck the tightening hole, bringing his prick back until his wide knob was stopped by the Slave's sphincter, then purposefully pushing back until his balls hit the lily-white ass cheeks. He reached down with his right hand and started to squeeze and fondle the Slave's hairless, smooth ball sac, causing his foreskin to peel back, exposing his glistening pink knob. "Oh YES! Oh God YES!" gasped the Slave, his body bathed in sweat, his head thrashing from side to side. "Fuck me harder. Fuck me till I come!" The Master speeded up and the Slave began to grunt every time the big thick cock hit base. Soon the Master was withdrawing his prick fully from the luscious hole, pausing, and then slamming it all the way back in, his big balls slapping the Slave's ass cheeks. The Slave just gasped "Yes! Yes!" every time the big prick was thrust back into his burning hole. The Boy had positioned himself so that he was tormenting the Slave's nipples with both hands as he lapped up the free running precum that the Slave produced every time the Master' s prick rubbed across his prostate. The Boy's own cock was stiff again, it' s curvature making his knob smack against his belly, leaving a glistening spot of precum, and a rope between his belly and cockslit. The Master was close now, he was fucking the Slave's hole at a furious pace, and his ball sac began to tighten. But the Slave was even closer, his body was awash with pain and pleasure. The Boy's fingering of his nipples, the lapping of his tongue around his sensitive knob, and the furious pounding his prostate was receiving was proving too much. His body stiffened, and with a strangled "Aaagghh" his rigid 6 inches shot a long rope of cum straight in the air. The Boy quickly moved his head away as two, three, then four loads of cum shot in the air landing on the Slave's quivering belly, then he took the Slave's cock in his mouth and sucked and swallowed another two shots of sweet boycum. The Slave's sphincter had tightened around the Masters prick and with a loud groan he pulled the Slave's ass cheeks apart and buried himself as deep as he could in the hot chute. Then his knob swelled and his prick exploded deep within the Slave, causing him to cum again in the Boy's mouth. The Master shot twice, then whipped his prick out and shot three more times over the Boy's head and the Slave's body. "Now you!" he ordered and the Boy moved into position and eagerly pushed his 7 inch cock into the Slave's juicy hole. "God yes!" groaned the Slave, "Fuck me hard." The Boy needed no second telling, and with the Master's cum slowly dripping from his head he steadily fucked the Slave, taking his cock all the way out and plunging all the way back in. The Slave began to grunt again as the curvature of the Boy's cock made it hit the Slave's prostate hard. The grunting was muffled as the Master stuffed his half hard prick into the Slave's mouth. "Clean it!" he ordered. "And get me hard again." The Slave ran his tongue under the ample foreskin, sucking and swallowing, he loved the taste of his inside juices mingled with his Master's heady cum. He always begged to suck the big thick prick after it had been up his bum. As he worked on the knob the whole prick began to swell, and soon it was hard again. The Master pulled his prick from the Slave's expert mouth and went behind the Boy. "Push in as deep as you can." he told him. "Then hold still." The Boy did as he was told, loving the feel of the Slave's hot chute around his stiff young cock, and when the Slave started to pulse his sphincter around it shudders of pleasure swept through his body. The Master lubed his prick and smeared a dollop across the Boy's hole. Placing his knob on the hole he pushed firmly forwards, he had done this many times with the Boy who loved it. The Boy relaxed his hole but still gasped as the big flared knob forced past his sphincter, the Master paused for a couple of seconds then pushed steadily forwards until his balls bounced off the Boy's taught ass cheeks. The Boy sighed in contentment, he loved to feel a big prick buried deep within him, it made him feel so full, so satisfied, so content. The Master began to fuck the Boy with long steady strokes, forcing the Boy's cock to fuck the Slave by about 1 inch strokes, which always poked his sphincter. The Boy and the Slave were moaning and groaning in unison, and the Master grunted on every in stroke. They were all lost to pleasure, to lust. Remembering his instructions the Boy spat on his hand and grasped the Slave's jerking cock, holding it fairly tight, he knew that's what the Slave loved, he steadily wanked it, loving to watch the foreskin hide and then reveal the shiny pink knob. The Slave's ample precum provided a fine lubricant. With his other hand he started to massage the Slave's balls, occasionally squeezing them. The Slave's moans grew louder as the Boy's stiffie poked at his prostate and the Boy's skilful hands were sending waves of pleasure through his hot young body. The Master pulled the Boy's firm buttocks apart as he increased his stroke rate, then he released them and started to rub and squeeze his erect nipples. This sent more pleasure through the Boy's over-sexed young body. "More Master. More, more!" he moaned. "Oh God, I'm coming again!" The Master grabbed his hips, pulling him hard onto his prick, and pulling his cock out of the Slave's hole. But not before the Slave had felt the Boy's first hot blast of cum coat his insides. The Master grabbed the Boy's shooting cock and quickly tossed it as about 6 more spurts of his young cum covered the Slave's body from nipples to bum. Then he pushed him down onto the Slave' s spunk covered body, and pounded his 9 inch thick prick even harder and faster into the Boy's hot, tight chute. The Boy had managed to keep hold of the Slave's rock hard 6 inches and he continued to wank it between their two heaving bellies. "Yes, yes, yes!" shouted the Slave "I'm going to cum!" The Master hauled the Boy's chest back just as the Slave's cock shot another 6 jets of boycum up his body, but this time he shot no further than his neck, he was exhausted! The Master pulled his steaming prick from the Boy's tight hole with a loud plop, and turning the Boy sideways he stroked his throbbing monster until he shot 7 or 8 ropes of thick mancum all over the two boys. As they came down from their high they all rubbed their hands over the spunk covered bodies then licked them clean. The house lights went up, the revolving stage came to a halt, and the audience burst into wild applause. The Master and the Boy released the Slave, he was very weak and his legs kept giving way. So, holding him up between them, they faced the audience, the cum shining on their bodies, and took their bows. Club Rapture had put on another successful Monthly Show. The End. This story is dedicated to Mikey. Without his research/input I couldn't have written it. Thanks Mikey. Any constructive criticism, or friendly comments to Paul at _INSILVA92@aol.com_ (mailto:INSILVA92@aol.com)