Date: Mon, 1 Nov 2010 22:32:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: trepakprince@yahoo.com
Subject: The Dentist part VI

This is a fictional story involving sexual relations between two or more
males.  If you are under the legal age of consent to read such material, or
if you are offended by the subject matter, then you are in the wrong place
and should not read any further.  This is a Fictional story and any
Relation to any real person is purely coincidental.

Remember that in this fantasy world, there are no sexually transmitted
diseases.  We are not so lucky in the real world, so remember to play safe
and wear a condom when performing the acts mentioned in this story. Feel
free to email me at trepakprince@yahoo.com.


I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Yuri started telling me that Greg
forced him into doing what he did to me.  Apparently Yuri's parents are
here illegally and Greg was going to have them deported if he didn't
obey. The look in his eyes was so sincere, I had half the mind to just hug
him, but the other side wanted revenge. I opted on neither, I went and got
his clothes and found his wallet. I showed him that I had his license and
that if he ever tried anything I would make his life a living hell. After
all it wasn't really him I was after, Greg was going to pay for all the
shit he had done to me and he was going to pay big. I made Yuri help me set
up the sling and I created a remote flesh jack that whispered all the
possibilities to me. It was getting late and I knew Greg's workout would
almost be over soon. So I called a cab and had the guy take me to the
gym. Luckily for me Greg was the type of guy who never locked the doors to
his car. I got in the back seat and made sure he couldn't see me. Twenty
minutes later I saw him coming, my heart was racing, was I really going
through with this, what if it backfired, many questions came running
through my mind.

He puts his bag in his trunk, he opens the door to his car but he
hesitates, I panic thinking he's going to catch me. But he pulls out his
cell phone and gets in the car and before he can even realize what's
happening I have the towel of chloroform around his mouth and nose. I drive
him to my house, gleaming with the knowledge that this little piggy is not
going home. Finally I enter my driveway; I made sure to go through the
garage fearing witnesses to my kidnapping.  I carried him to the basement
and fastened him to the sling. I pulled out the ball gag for his mouth, I
pried open his lips and was a little surprise to see one of his teeth
looked like they were decaying. (I guess even dentist don't always have
perfect hygiene.) It was time for him to wake up so I wafted a q-tip of
ammonia around his nose, and right when he was becoming conscience I pulled
my dick out and started pissing on his face. He started gagging it was like
I was water boarding him with urine. When he came to he finally realized
who I was, if you could see his eyes you would have seen not only anger but
actual fear, may be he was afraid of what I could do to him in that moment
and I loved it.

Next I wanted his dick hard for all the festivities so I got the flesh jack
and began to stroke his dick. What was limp became a steel pole; I wanted
to keep it that way so I grabbed some floss and tied it around his cock. He
winced when I nicked his sack, feeling a dribble of blood trickle out. He
looked so cute; I had to take pictures maybe for our facebook. I took out
my whip and began to flog him from the neck down. By the time I was through
his entire body was red, he screamed when I smacked his dick a couple
times. But the sense of empathy had dissipated from my body; I wanted him
to suffer like he made me. After I felt like he got the message I decided
it was time for his enema. I inserted the spigot inside his lovely virginal
asshole then I turned it to full blast. His stomach looked like a giant
bowling ball with indentations brimming from his tight abs. I stopped the
hose; he began to moan like a little whore unable to take all the water
flowing through his lower body. I released the nozzle and water began to
burst out of him like a collapsed dam. He was screaming through the gag, I
could virtually make out every curse word he threw at me. I smacked him and
told him to shut up, he still kept on yapping so I thought he needed
another round of enema. This time I was going to leave it on just a little
longer. Tears started streaming from his face; in a little way I was
surprised yet annoyed that he was breaking so quickly. I decided that I
wanted to hear his voice so I removed the harness from around his face.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING Greg howled with fury. When I get out of hear
you are really going to suffer, I'll turn your little sons into bottom
bitches, THEY'LL BE CRAVING MY COCK WHEN I'M THROUGH!!!" Another punishment
was in order; I waved the bottle of Bengay in his face and placed a drop of
it on my finger. He didn't know what to expect until I placed the drop on
the head of his angry dick. "Please, Please wipe this shit off" he
cried. "Oh did you say put some more on, okay I'll jerk you off and use
this for lube," I told him. His cock was hot to the touch, I could feel the
heat emanating out of the pain I was inflicting on him. The sense of
pleasure and pain had overloaded his brain. It was time to clean him up, so
I threw some dawn soap on his body and hosed him down. He wasn't even worth
the soap I put on my dishes, I contemplated. I forced some Spanish fly
juice in his mouth and placed the flesh jacker on low. I thought a couple
of hours of an agonizingly slow jerk off would do him some good.

"Wait you can't leave me like this, where the hell are you going??? I began
to walk slowly upstairs, making the point that his fate was sealed. I could
hear him struggling, trying to jerk himself off but wasn't able to through
the binds that held him. I went to my kitchen and decided to make myself a
sandwich; I sat down in front of the TV and just relaxed. I watched the
news and slowly drifted off to sleep.

I woke up and checked the time; I couldn't believe it I had slept for five
hours. I ran to the basement and there Greg was, stuck in this catatonic
state. His dick was still hard as a rock, I got a water bottle and he began
to sip it. "Please let me cum, I'm sorry for what I did to you, I thought I
was helping you," he whispered. "You tried to help me, FUCK YOU, the only
person you were helping was your fucking self." It was time to fuck him, I
grabbed a purple dildo, and his eyes grew to the size of dinner
plates. "Look man, I fuck I don't get fucked" I laughed at his futile
attempt to save face this top was going to turn into a bottom bitch and I
would be the one to seal the deal. I wanted him to know that every time he
sat in a chair I was the one who fucked his hole, that every time he
squatted to pick up something I was the guy behind him stuffing him with my
meat stick, every time he saw a hot dog in a bun it would remind him of
when I stuffed my sausage down his little tunnel. I tried to dry fuck him
with the dildo, ensuring that the only lube I used was his own panicking
sweat, but I wasn't satisfied. It was time to really make him scream.

I snapped the glove around my hand and dipped it in the jar of Crisco. Greg
began to scream for help but it was obvious that no one was going to save
him. It was actually nice to know that he still had a little fight left in
him. I placed one finger at his ring teasing it to open for me, he tried
with all his might to push me out of him but it only made my cock leak even
more. When I finally got one finger in, it felt like he could almost cut it
off, he was so tight that I felt giddy knowing that he was really going to
milk my cock. I added another finger but this time I wanted to massage his
cock with my bare hand. He was virtually on the verge of cumming. I licked
his head just so I could remember how sweet his precum tasted. With that
one lick his hole gave up the fight, and that's when I added a third
finger. I didn't want him to cum so soon so I took my hand off his cock and
started tweaking his nipples. I reached down with my fingers still in his
ass and began sucking his tittles. He began to moan like a bitch in heat
after thirty minutes of sucking them; when I looked at them again they had
doubled in size, what used to be little almond Hershey kisses were now
bright red pepperonis. "Please finish me off, I cant take anymore of this,"
he exclaimed. I ignored him and continued and added another finger. He
began to pull on the chains desperately trying to free himself from my grip
not willing to realize that he had no where to go. I gently ran my fingers
over his prostate his cock was telling him to just go with the floor but
his mind was making sure he fought a valiant effort. I bit his nipple and
we looked at each other face to face.

Then he did something I should have expected from the asshole. He spat in
my face, I felt like he almost blinded me. I grew up in a house where the
worst thing you could ever do to another person is spit in their face. I
decided enough with the foreplay, I clinched my fist and began pummeling
his asshole. "How do you like that you little bitch," I screamed at him. He
was howling like a wolf on that show The Gates, I was tempted to offer him
some poppers but I wanted him to be fully aware of what I was really going
to do to him. "Please take it out I learned my lesson, I'm Sorry, I'm
Sorry,' he cried out in vain. I jammed my fist so far up is ass that his
sphincter was circling around by elbow. I began to flex my forearms driving
him into a state of panic. I could see the face of a guy who looked like he
was drowning, he was gasping for air unable to piece together all that he
was feeling.

I extracted my arm and let him recover, not for his sake but because I
wanted his hole to tighten long enough for my dick to have a good time
inside him. His breathing began to settle; I lifted his head and gave him
the bottle of water that had some Spanish fly in it. When I was feeding him
it reminded of when my kids were just babies, how I would hold them in my
arms and they would just drink up, staring into my eyes. Greg made the same
facial expressions, when he had finished the bottle I even tried burping
him lost in the moment. "Now are you going to behave," I asked him. For one
long minute he just stared at me and turned his head to the side. "I see
you need a couple more lessons in etiquette." I grabbed his legs that were
still suspended in the air and pulled him closer to my cock. He instantly
turned his head towards me begging me not to do what I was about to do, but
his cards had already been dealt and he was really going to lose.

Slowly my cock began its journey trying to pry open his harder than a
walnut ass crack. There was actual sweating pouring down my face draining
me of a lot of energy but with a loud whoosh by dick finally popped his
cherry. He tried squeezing his glutes hoping to expel the intruder, but
this cock had found a new house to roost its head in. I pushed half of my
cock up his ass, this sense of determination reinvigorated me to push the
rest of my cock in. as I was going in and out I could feel his anal ring
follow my lead, I was molding his hole into the perfect pussy that I was
going to tap from here on out. I started rotating my hips like I was doing
the salsa or juking the whole defensive team for the winning touchdown. In
the far reaches of my mind I could hear these insane moans, I stopped to
look down and there was Greg screaming for my cock. Once again we looked
each other in the eyes but this time there was a sense of longing in
his. "Please Nate don't stop, I need you to keep fucking me," he pleaded
and who was I not to deliver. I started jamming his love nut, coaxing his
cock into giving up more precum.

I began to rotate from really fast strokes to long winded almost teasing
endeavors. Drool started to escape his lips, running from the sides of his
mouth. I picked it up in high gear melting his taint like a hot knife to
butter. Before I could even pull out his cock exploded, sending cum
barreling at 90 miles an hour. I just kept on fucking him, his pussy would
be impossible to ever give up. He began to squeeze my dick like a biker
revving up his Harley. I thought he was done but his dick didn't go down, I
went out to touch it and it exploded one more time. There must have been at
least eight volleys of cum shooting at my hand; it was almost searing my
skin. ""Please stop I'm about to cum again," Greg started to enter panic
mode. His face was red and flustered, "Oh no I'm about to cum please stop,
please!" His head was bouncing from left to right and then he held his
breath trying to stave off the inevitable. This time the only thing that
came out of his dick was a dribble of cum. What use to be balls the size of
duck eggs were now shriveled lima beans. He had cum now three times and me,
not even once. I began to hump him harder than before swaying my hips
attacking his prostate of every side imaginable. I could feel the load in
my balls as they slapped against his buns of steel. When I heard "NOO I'm
cumming," I began to chuckle thinking this was almost comical but instead
of cum it looked and smelled very different, then I realized that he was
literally pissing on himself. Not one hand was on his dick but each time I
hit his nut a stream of piss shot in the air. There was no cum left in his
body so as a safety mechanism his bladder took over.

I gotta tell you normally I think urine is gross but there was something
fragrant about his, the smell was releasing endorphins inside my brain,
turning me into an animal. I kept bull dicking him when he moaned that he
was about to cum for the fifth time. His mouth had blood in it from biting
his tongue, trying desperately to stop the wave of another orgasm. When he
started screaming my dick had decided that we were going to cum
together. So once I felt his mussy strengthen its grip on my stick I roared
like a lion. My cum was like lava bathing Greg's intestines with steam and
heat. It began to bubble out of his hole raining on the ground below
us. His lower abs began to puff out completely filled with my boiling man
milk. I collapsed on top of Greg drained from all the festivities.

 Before I completely pulled out of him I wanted to leave him a special gift
so I inserted an extra wide butt plug up his chute, I thought that if we
were going to again at least he would be ready. Next instead of wiping my
dick off I placed it in his mouth, he was sucking me like a baby cow on a
teat. "You like drinking daddy's milk baby," I asked him. "Yes daddy I wuv
your milk," he responded.

I didn't want us to be caked in cum and piss so I decided we needed a
bath. I unfastened all the locks on Greg, who was by now lost in a dream,
and picked him up. He put his arms around my neck and tried to keep his
legs wrapped around my waist, it was kind of cute seeing this grown man
regress to the state of a child. "Daddy can I go to sleep now," he asked
me. "Yes son but let's get you washed up," I told him. I carried him up the
two flights of stairs and ran the bath water. I got in and put him between
my legs, he was too tired to wash himself so I did it for him and bit his
ear while I was doing it. I massaged his nipples, cupping his Pecs with my
bear hands. His dick started to stir but it was obviously too exhausted to
maintain an erection. I dried him off and placed him in the bed, I put the
covers over both of us, he scooted his tight ass over so that my dick was
hitting the top of his crack and the butt plug still lodged in his
hole. "Good night daddy," "good night son," then we drifted off to sleep.



Thanks for all then positive feedback, a lot of people wanted me to
continue writing this story. I swear I will get back to the original
fantasy a little later, if you want to leave a comment my email address is
trepakprince@yahoo.com.