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How Danny made it running around the track at the health
club with a full
erection, he will never know. Several times he almost
passed out from the
stress of shame. Danny felt embarrassment easily,
especially when it
concerned his big dick. You would think a fifteen year old
would be proud of
a big thick cock, but Danny was at that very self-conscious
age when boys
are so awkward with their bodies and their self image.
Danny reached the
point where his two blackmailing captors were waiting for
him.
Once again, they put their hands on his sweating body
and began to rub
him in an erotic way. Mark rubbed and squeezed Danny's
naked ass globes, now
and then actually sliding a finger up and down the boy's
ass crack. Danny
had never been touched there, and it made him feel sick to
his stomach. How
could another male want to touch his young ass? At the
same time, the
viagra had done it's work and the boy's dick was rock hard,
pushing out the
front of the see through posing thong type briefs. His fat
cockhead and
thick shaft were clearly visable. Cling set about rubbing
the boy's
nipples.
"Please don't do this to me. I can't stand it."
"Danny we are getting some excellent shots for our
website. Just keep up
the good work, and we may let you off the hook earlier than
agreed upon."
Clint pulled the boy's tender tits out from his smooth
boyish chest and
rolled them in his fingers. The nubs became sore and
stretched out of shape.
Big tears rolled down Danny's beautiful face, and Mark and
Clint felt their
dicks leaking in their jock straps. This was the ultimate
high for them.
Even more than the actually ass fucking of the boy which
would of course
come in due time. The humiliation and destruction of the
boy's self image
was the best part. Boys at that age are so fragile. They
are trying to hard
to be men and to act grown up, but inside they are
frightened children.
Danny gasped out loud as his erect dick shot a little
squirt of pre-cum
into the transparent pouch of the briefs. The wet material
clung to his big
pink prick head, making the look even more obscene.
"Please tqke me out of here. Take me away!" Danny
pleaded.
"As soon as you finish your last two laps. Two more laps
to go. But this
time Danny, we don't want you to run. We don't want to wear
you out. So this
time walk around the jogging track. Walk nice and slow. And
don't you dare
cover yourself with your hands for even one second. If you
don't walk slowly
enough, we will have to add on more laps."
Of course some of the more conservative members of the
gym had already
complained about the perverted display to the manager. But
the manager was a
good friend of Marks, and Mark had promised him a crack at
the boy's crack.
The manager would get to shove his nine inches up the boys
tight little ass,
if he let them have their fun and do their photo shoot. A
bit part of
Danny's shame is that it would continue on the internet.
Even after his
ordeal was over, his photos would be posted on the internet
along with all
the personal information about his life. He would be
branded a fifteen year
ld faggot. No one would believe the truth, that he was not
a faggot, but a
boy trapped by circumstances. Mark and Clint would make
sure that when
school started in a few weeks at the end of Summer, Every
boy in Danny's
school would get a link to Danny's Website. Oh yes indeed.
The boy's agony
was only just starting. By the time the school year
started, there would be
plenty of photos on the website of the fifteen year old boy
with cock in his
mouth and up his young ass. Danny would be ruined for life.
Mark and Clint
wouldn't settle for anything less than the total
destruction of the teenage
boy.
Now, with tears running down his face, and his wet prick
pushing out the
front of the transparent briefs, Danny started his fourth
lap. His boyish
chest heaved with every breath and his pink tortured tits
rose and fell.
His tight tiny tummy fluttered with tension. His naked big
boy feet padded
on the running track as he slowly walked around the health
club. Those who
had not complained or turned away gawked openly now at the
near naked youth.
He was stunningly beautiful. He was pure fifteen year old
boy fuckmeat. His
ass globes rose and fell as he walked. His prick swayed and
squirted yet
more pre-fuck into the sticky pouch, some of it now leaking
down in strings
and hanging from the thin material. Some males produce more
lube than
others. Danny was the kind of boy who leaked abundantly.
Sometimes at school
when he got an involuntary erection in his pants from
looking at some girl,
his shorts and even his jeans would become soaked with
fuckleak.
Perverts whistled and hooted. Some guys were brave enough
to reach out and
pat his pink ass or stroke his stomach or chest as he
passed.
Guys stood close enough now to whisper terrible things to
him.
"Hey pretty boy, want to be fucked?"
"Want my eight inches up your boycunt?"
"Want to suck some fat dick, Fuckface?"
"Hey twat boy, spread your pussy lips for us."
Danny cried harder and harder. Tears dripped from his
chin onto his chest.
He had never imagined in his life such horrible talk. It
was much worse than
the guys at school talked in the locker room. Sure at
fourteen and fifteen,
the boys at school talked constantly about fucking cunt,
and about how they
wanted to ram this or that Twat at school. They called
other guys faggots
all the time, but most of that was in jest. And no one ever
called Danny a
faggot, because he had the biggest dick in his grade. Even
most of the girls
in school knew that Danny had a huge prick. Many of them
shot glances at the
bulge in his jeans, trying to gauge exactly how large and
thick that fucker
was.
Danny thought his journey round the jogging track would
never end. But all
things, good and bad come to an end in their due time. Once
again he reached
Mark and Clint.
"You are really giving those guys a good show, Danny.
Good work. Look at
that prick leak. Danny, you need some help here. Don't
worry, we're going to
help you out." And While Clint held the boy from behind,
rubbing his
swollen dick into Danny's ass crack and pinching his
nipples with his
fingers, Mark put his hand down to the slime soaked prick
pouch and began to
rub Danny's dick through the material.
'Oh God, no, don't do that. I'm going to cum. I don't
have much control. I
am....." Danny twisted and heaved his smooth pale young
body. Across the
gym near the jogging track, faggots were openly jerking on
their dicks now.
All hell had broken loose in the health club.This golden
haired youth was
like a Siren of Old calling to the lust in the men
watching. They could not
control themselves. What sane man could ignore a leaking
fifteen year old
boy with the face of a Michelangelo model?
Mark felt Danny's thick fuck tube. He loved playing with
teenage prick.
His own fucker threw a really solid boner because he was
after all still
quite young, but there was nothing like the erection of a
boy of thirteen,
fourteen or fifteen. They were like steel springs. They
actually vibrated
and throbbed and bounced and slapped the young tummies.
Boys that age had
erections so hard they were fucking painful. Mark fingered
and rubbed the
swollen fuckslab. Danny moaned and tried to twist free.
Then he arched his
back. His ass globes clenched. Clint pushed his jock
covered prick hard
against the boys ass. Danny went up on his naked toes. The
perfect archof
his young feet was accentuated. He yelped like a puppy out
loud. And he
shout a huge load of boy fuck into the posing briefs. It
not only thoroughly
soaked the briefs, it shot out up onto his stomach. It
dripped through the
material and hung in globs from his thighs. It coated his
dick knob and
dripped down onto his nutsack.
"That a boy...." Mark said hugging the beautiful boy.
"Now you should
feel better."
Danny slumped and had to be held up by the two perverts.
Clint took
advantage of the moment to let one of his fingers slide
into Danny's tight
sweaty asscrack and probe his tiny virgin asshole. Oh Shit,
that was a tight
little hole. It would be heaven to bust open and stretch.
Clint almost came
himself, imagining what pain was in store for Danny as his
youthful asshole
was opened wider and wider and stuffed with every
conceivable kind of
object. When they finished with the boy, he would have to
wear diapers
because his bowels would no longer be working properly. He
would be so
totally reamed out up his rectum asscunt, that his hole
would never ever
close. To do such horrible things to such a beautiful,
innocent boy was what
Clint and Mark lived for.
Danny stood there, head buried in shame against Mark's
muscular manly
chest. Fuck ran down his leg and dripped from the briefs.
"Oh God, I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. I couldn't help
it." the boy
sobbed.
"Nothing to be ashamed of, Danny. It's normal for boys
your age to lose
control now and again. We're used to it in our business.
But aren't you
forgetting something? You still have one lap to go."
Danny pulled back in horror. "You can't make me walk
around like this?"
Mark smiled. "Exactly like that. And don't you dare wipe
any of it off or
we go back to the beginning and start all over. And make
sure you don't
cover yourself with our hands or arms."
Can you imagine what it must have felt like for Danny? At
fifteen to have
to walk around a jogging track at a health club, ogled by
twenty or more
perverts, with your own fuckslop dripping from your dick
and scrotum and
running down your legs.
Danny actually had trouble breathing. He feared he would
have a heart
attack. Mark and Clint stood there laughing and shooting
photos as Danny
circled the health club once more, this time his belly and
crotch soaked
with his own boycum.
"Did you have an accident, Slutboy?"
"Here let me lick that up for you..."
"Naughty girl, to finger her clit until she cums!"
The obscenities hurled at him were mindfucking! Some
perverts actually
reached out a finger to scoop up a little teen fuck. Well,
the fuckslop of a
fifteen year old boy is often quite delicious to those who
have a taste for
such things.
Danny collapsed onto his knees before he got back to Mark
and Clint. His
legs just gave out.
"I...I can't walk," he called out to them, as the
perverts watching
applauded and roared with laughter.
Clint smiled. "That's okay Danny, just crawl."
So leaving a trail of sperm on the jogging floor behind
him, the handsome
young boy crawled on his hands and knees back toward his
tormentors. There
is no more beautiful sight on earth than a naked teenage
boy crawling in
misery. So fucking humiliated, his ass globes high in the
air, his back
arched. His toes digging into the floor. He crawls on hands
and knees.
He barely made it back that way. His arms and legs just
didn't seem to
want to work. His dick was swinging flaccid now in the wet
transparent
pouch. His teenage nuts hanging low. He was a fucked up,
fucking asshole of
a high school freshman. And his torment was only just
starting.
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