Date: Mon, 20 Jul 2015 11:35:46 -0700
From: Nasty Slut <nastyslutinmt@gmail.com>
Subject: making my roomie my slave whore 11

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Chapter 11

Scum dived onto Scotty's stretched out cunt, sucking and licking all the
cum he could get out of it. Big Bob meanwhile grunted and pushed his guts.
Scotty started to scream as he felt a big piece of shit start to push
through the opening in the gag and press against his tongue. Someone held a
rag soaked in poppers over Scotty's nose, and the fumes were all he could
breath. As the waves of lust washed over his body, he felt another new
sensation as Scum pressed his hard, pierced dick in Scotty's battered, sore
hole. He gasped at the new sensation of all that metal rubbing his enflamed
pussy which allowed Big Bobs shit log to hit the back of his throat. He
gagged and choked as he fought the inevitable. Scum just plowed his cunt,
enjoying fucking the jock, a treat he rarely got. Big Bob slammed his fist
like a hammer into Scotty's stomach, forcing him to exhale, then inhale
causing the shit to slide down his throat and into his stomach. Scotty
wretched and puked, but ultimately Big Bobs shit went down his gullet. Scum
shot his load into Scotty, thanking his own Master for such an honor. Big
Bob stood up and looked down at Scotty's teared stained face, checking his
mouth to make sure he had swallowed it all.

"Grab him boys!" Big Bob ordered, as two bikers grabbed his arms and legs
and carried him into the bathroom, unceremoniously dropping him into the
tub. Big Bob started pissing, aiming his stream right into Scotty's open
mouth. Scotty automatically started swallowing, knowing better than to
anger Big Bob. As he finished pissing, the rest of the gang started pissing
all over the college boy whore. The drain was plugged so eventually Scotty
was wallowing in a puddle of piss.

"Oink whore!" Demanded Big Bob. "Oink like the nasty piggy you are!" Scotty
snorted as best he could while he accepted the piss, beyond the point of
shame. After every biker's bladder was empty, the gag was removed and
Scotty was lifted up and carried into the main room. Big Bob stood there,
his mighty tree trunk of a cock at full attention. Scotty's wrists were
locked together and placed over Big Bobs head. The popper soaked rag was
tied around Scotty's nose as Big Bob hooked his arms under Scotty's legs,
pulling them up. Pushing Scotty's back against the wall, he slammed his
cock right up Scotty's hole to the hilt, filling him more than anyone had
filled him before. Scotty just went limp and hung like a ragdoll on Big
Bob, his head flopping around, his mouth agape as he was mercilessly
pounded into oblivion, his own cock desperate to get hard, the sharp pins
digging in harder as his body was jostled.

"Fuck yea!" Big Bob screamed." This is what I call a cunt! How do you like
that, college boy? You're a fuckin biker whore! Your just a piece of cunt
to fuck. A shit eating, piss drinking biker toilet! What do you think about
that college boy? Think you're such a jock now? Huh? Think you're so fuckin
hot now? You ain't shit bitch! You're lower than scum! Tonight, Scum fucked
you! You're nothing more than a Scum sucking toilet bitch! What would your
Mamma say now? Seeing her baby boy being nothing more than a biker cum
dump! Getting fucked like a two dollar whore in a dirty motel by 15 men he
don't even know!"

Big Bob kept up the verbal assault on Scotty, humiliating him, debasing
him, hocking spit and snot all over his pretty boy face. Scotty just hung
there and took it while Big Bob slammed his 18 year old hole into
hamburger. For 30 minutes the assault continued, never slowing for a
second. Finally he let out a bellow and pumped his sperm deep into Scotty's
belly, shaking and calling Scotty every name he could think of. When he
finished, he just threw Scotty onto the bed like a discarded rag. Scotty
didn't even move. "Prepare him'" He ordered, while Scum cleaned off his
dick.

Two bikers grabbed a barely conscious Scotty and moved quickly. A collar
with rings was put around his neck to which his wrists were attached.  His
ankles were tied to a spreader bar, stretching his legs wide apart. The bar
was forced behind his head and clipped to the collar, so his ass was spread
wide open. Finally a rope was tied around his balls and looped through a
ring in the front of the collor. His neck was pushed foreward as the rope
was secured, forcing him to keep his head up and forward. If he bent it
back, it would pull painfully on his balls. The ass spreader was again
inserted into his flaming red cunt, and spread apart. Another spoonful of
powder was dumped into his guts and the spreader removed.

Big Bob stood there observing the preperations, enjoying see the jock whore
tied in such an uncomfortable way, knowing he would soon be more
uncomfortable. He watched Scotty as the drugs took over him, watching the
boy become a desperate hole again. His distended ass starting an automatic
sucking motion, silently begging to be filled. Big Bob was about to give it
a filling like never before. Scotty watched in fear, too afraid to make a
sound as Big Bob grabbed a can of crisco and greased his hand and arm.

He didn't start gently, there was no need to. He rammed four big fingers
right into the rosebud, barely eliciting more than a whorish moan from
Scotty. He twisted the four fingers in and out of the cunt before him, then
quickly added his thumb. This new addition caused Scotty to instinctively
throw his head back, instantly sending shockwaves of pain through his
balls. He cried out a little bit, but just bit his lip and waited. Big Bob
was up to the knuckles on his large hand, slowly opening Scotty's cunt
wider than ever. Pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust. Finally, his
large hand pressed past the anal ring, popping into Scotty's guts. Scotty
let out a large scream and blacked out.

Big Bob just sat there, his fist in the unconscious boy, looking at the red
oozing around his hairy wrist and waited. Eventually Scotty came to, seeing
stars, his mind on a different plane. Big Bob wiggled his fingers around
while lighting bolts shot through Scotty's body. Big Bob made a fist inside
the boy and pushed a little deeper. Scotty just made a low, gutteral moan
and threw his head back, oblivious to the pain in his stretched balls. One
of the bikers took a knife and cut the jockstrap off the moaning whore.
Everyone watched as clear liquid poured out of the confined cock as
Scotty's prostate was milked from the inside. He was cumming without
cumming, resulting in a non stop orgasm as his belly was soaked.

Then Big Bob really went to work. He pulled his arm in and out, twisting it
around, the hair on his arm rubbing inside Scotty's ass. Scotty just moaned
non stop. Big Bob pulled his fist out, pulling some of Scotty's insides
with it. A look of desperation passed Scotty's face as his hole was emptied.

"Please!" Scotty cried out,"Please put it back!"

The room erupted in laughter at the desperate whore. Big Bob didn't even
have to make him beg. He was doing it on his own. Big Bob just balled his
fist and rammed it hard into the hole, halfway up his arm. Scotty wailed
loudly as he bucked on the arm embedded in him as it forced open the second
sphincter deep inside him. He rode that arm as much as he could, tied as he
was. Big Bob just pounded him over and over, pulling all the way out, punch
fucking the young gymnast. Turning him into the ultimate biker whore. After
an hour of pulverizing the whore beneath him, he pulled out his arm,
replacing it with his cock. By now, Scotty's cunt was nothing more than a
very wet, very loose cavern. He could barely feel the gigantic cock as it
rammed in and out of his gash. Big Bob just enjoyed the thoroughly broken
slut beneath him. After what seemed like forever, he dumped another big
load deep in Scotty's wrecked bowels.

He looked at the clock as he pulled out. 4:00. 3 Hours till his owner came
to pick him up. He just turned the limp boy over to the gang for the next
three hours. He was untied and fucked nonstop. He was so loose, most guys
double fucked him, three men at a time in both his holes. By 6:50, Scotty
was nothing more than a limp, cum filled, spit covered mess. Big Bob had
one last trick up his sleeve. He layed on the bed and propped Scotty on his
cock, facing the door. He wanted his owner to see what a totally defeated
cock whore he had become. Scotty rode his dick, wanting more and more when
there was a knock on the door.

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The door opened, and I looked into the room, immediately seeing my boy
riding a cock even bigger than mine. Suddenly I felt an anger rise in me.

"Look at the whore." Big Bob said. "He served us well! You want to fuck his
wrecked hole? Won't be tight for days!"

Scotty just looked at me with his glassy eyes as I ripped him off Big Bobs
cock, throwing him face down on the bed. The gang cheered as I released my
monster and slammed it up my boys cunt. Cum just squirted out as I pounded
a hole looser than anything I've felt before. I just rode him as he moaned
my name over and over.

"Shut up!" I yelled, smaking him in the back of his head over and over. "I
am Sir!" There was no way I'd let my whore use my name in front of these
men. I didn't take long to pump the last load of the night into him. After
I pulled out, Big Bob handed me a little key. I just wrapped a blanket
around Scotty and carried him to the car.

Once in the car, I wiped the spit and cum off his body the best I could. He
just looked at me with a strange look. Was he just high? Was he just a
completely fucked and used whore? Or was there something more? I just
backed the car out and headed back to our dorm.