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Nick's
Summer
by
Emile
Copyright
2007. This is a work of fantasy and the
writer does not suggest or condone any particular activities. You should obey the laws of your
juristiction, ie consensual sex between adults.
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Nick
got into his dad's SUV, dreading the next three months of summer holidays. Only minutes before they'd been in the
airport, his dad joking along with his lacrosse teammates, slapping him on the
back, but now they were on their own.
"Get
out of them clothes boy" he barked. "I won't have no uppity college
blazers in this car - think you're too good for me, is that it?" He pulled the blazer and shirt over his head,
revealing his taut, tanned torso, muscles rippling from a solid year of
sport. He'd thickened out quite a bit
over the year, and his bulging pecs had sprouted a thick covering of fur. He quickly slid his pants down his tree-trunk
legs, until he was just in boxers.
"All clothes, boy!" he said, yanking the shorts so they ripped
off his tight waist. His thick uncut
dong flopped out, the foreskin hugging the glans. Last year he'd already copped flak for his
'garbage hose' and he realised sickeningly that it had grown even larger and
thicker since then. His big balls were
also hanging lower and covered in fuzz, despite his dad's strict rules. "What's that filthy horsecock boy? You some mule, wid your ugly veiny shit. You ain't shaved boy - big trouble. I'd bet you jerk off every day, pumping that
filthy prick - eh?" His dad was
strict about coming, said it was the devils work, and he'd gone though the year
with aching blue balls, in constant fear of cumming for what his dad would do.
Still driving, his dad told him to assume the position. Reluctantly, Nick crouched on the seat, his
big feet arched to support his butt, thighs spread wide, and reached back to
grab the headrest. Not only did the
position leave him completely exposed to his dad and any passing viewer, but to
keep balance he had to grip the headrest tightly, to stop him rocking on his
feet. Within a few minutes, his body
was covered with an oily sheen of sweat from the exertion, and sweat poured
from his exposed pits. His dad screwed
his nose up at his armpit sweat, and grabbed his dork with one hand, slipping
his thumb under the sensitive glans, massaging the foreskin over his nub. His thick dick hardened. It was so meaty that he got light-headed when
it was fully erect, and his dad watched gleefully as he struggled to keep
balance, his breath and cock under control.
It only took a few moments for the thick dork to get rock hard and start
drooling pre-cum. With the constant
aching need for release, once he was
hard he could drool for hours, in throbbing agony. Just as Nick seemed to be getting close, his
dad pulled away, wiping his sap covered hand
on Nick's thick chest hair. Nick
was still bucking against the air, eyes closed, when his dad slipped his hand
back, this time under his thigh, smacking his drooping balls out of the way so
he could finger Nick's tight hole. Nick
hated arseplay - how many other jocks had their pussies fucked hard all summer
- but still pushed back on his dad's hands like he was taught. And that's how summer started, Nick drooling
scum and impaling himself on his dad's thick roving fingers while they sped down the freeway to the house.
After
about an hour of exerting driving, they pulled into the drive. His dad slipped his fingers from Nick's
tender hole, and he slipped from his embarassing fucklust, opening his eyes. As usual, the place teemed with people,
mostly farm and stable hands, who were all looking forward to Nick's annual
visit. Since his 16th birthday, he was
fair game on the farm - any of the men no matter how greasy, young or old, could
do as they pleased with him, observing only the usual pecking order of the
farm. Now getting fucked by and sucking
off a dozen guys was pretty bad, but most of them delighted in making Nick
really suffer, especially with constant cock control. As they drove in, his dad let him sit back
down, the seat squelching with sweat and precum, and threw him his only
clothing for the summer - a pair of red satin micro-shorts. The shorts had no elastic, and stayed up only
by resting on his dickroot and the curve of his arse, which was fair since
there was only enough material to just support his balls from there
anyway. The pouch was small, so small
that his dick kept sliding out, slapping against his thigh for all to see. House rules were that Nick was to 'be decent'
at all times, although he was also forbidden from touching his dick or balls
without permission, so if he slipped out, he had to ask a farmhand to tuck him
in. Of course the farmhands always
demanded payment for the service, in addition to the humiliation it caused, and
the free feel-up. He fumbled for the
short, his bag and the door, but not fast enough - the door was wrenched open
by Lewis, the lead farm hand, who grabbed him by the neck, forcing him to fall
to the ground. He landed heavily on all
fours, arse in the air, cock dangling for all to see. "Welcome home dickface."he
grunted. "You stay like that til I
say." He heard the men talk, but
didn't dare lift his face from the dirt.
Then he felt Lewis' powerful presence next to him, crouching over his
naked body. Lewis' hand slid down his
back, caressing his wide lats, his buttcheek, fingers just grazing his
butthole. Nick gasped in anticipation,
but Lewis just chuckled, letting his hand slide further down so he could wrap
his fingers around Nick's dangling sac and beerbottle dong. As he closed his fist and pulled down, he
leant in and whispered in Nick's ear - "The boys and I have spent all
winter comin up with things to do to you boy ... and your daddie's given us a
free hand." He was pulling down
hard now, and the pain on his heavy nuts and dicktube was intense. "Now school's out, its open season on
your sweet body..." With a tug he
let go, getting up and ordering to two of the farmhands - "Take this
cumdump to the outhouse, we got some work to do!"
The
outhouse was a rank shed near the barn - an old corrugated iron toilet block,
it was hot and musty and unused - except when Nick visited. The guys grabbed Nick under the armpits, half
dragging him to the outhouse. They
dumped him in the first stall, above which was scrawled "Shaving
Room". They were both at least
6", solid bruisers with hairy chests and leering grins. "You proud of your chest hair boy?"
the bigger one asked, scratching his pec.
Nick knew the guy - Reb, to be one of the most sadistic fuckers on the
farm - who really enjoyed mentally screwing with Nick. Whatever he said Reb
would twist it, so he meekly nodded, trying not to show how much his body hair
meant to him. Reb backhanded him, saying
"Be clear boy. Are you proud, boy?
Like you want us to keep it?" Nick
desperately wanted to, and so even though he was reluctant, he looked up and
said yes. The other grinned. "if you say so boy, then all we gotta do
is shave 'Cunt' into the chest hair, and you can keep the rest." Nick was horrified, and blurted out "Agh
you'll humiliate me - shave it all off." Reb just grinned. "Whoee boy, you don't get to choose
now. It's cunt for you, and just for
that, we're not gonna shave, we got some long term hair remover instead. So there's 'CUNT' for the chest, and then
your crotch, pits, arms and legs. Thems
orders. But first, you can do us a
favour..." Reb sat on the throne,
legs spread, and hefted his meaty cock out of his pants. It already was leaking tangy precum. He told
Nick to blow him, "gym-style".
Nick got to his knees in push-up position, fists planted wide so his
pumped arms were akimbo and rippled chest exposed. He took the head of the sticky shaft in his
mouth, and began rocking back and forward on his fists, deep throating the
farmhand. The guys loved it, not only
was his sexy jock body on display, arms, chest and tapered back straining, but
this way he fucked himself for them, so they could sit back and relax and let
him do the work. The guy groaned in esctasy
as Nick began vacuuming his dick, and scooted forward, resting his arms behind
his head, while Nick laboured to take his long cock all the way down his
windpipe. His high tight arse was too much temptation for the other farmhand,
and soon Nick felt his wet blunt cockhead pressing against his hole. With no lube but his clear pre-sap, the
second guy fed his thick cuntstuffer into Nick's tight hole, letting Nick do
the work on his backstroke. Soon they
were in a rhythm, fucking Nick hard from both ends as he rocked his musclestud
body between them. This was going to be
a long, hard summer.
Ten
minutes later, their cumslop still leaking from his mouth and arse, they sat
Nick on the old toilet spread wide, put on thick gloves and began smearing the
gel all over him, except his chest where one artfully traced out the
humiliating word. The gel stung his
skin, especially his dick and balls, and he cried out. The guys grinned, and slopped some more all
over the veiny shaft, slipping goo under the wide foreskin so it was trapped
against the sensitive head. To keep him
from crying out, one of the guys took off his singlet and shoved it in Nick's
mouth. "You can pay for that
later". The singlet was dank with
sweat which trickled down his throat, joining the stud's cum. The other massaged his dicksleeve, bringing
Nick to painful hardon, and played with his sap burping dicklips, making them
sting as well. "Welcome home,
boy"
Half
an hour later, they threw water on his naked body, and his hair fell away,
until only his chest with its obscene message was left hairy. His dick and balls looked even bigger without
hair, and still ached from the trapped gel under the dickflap. He begged the guys to wash it off too, and
Reb reached down, gently frigging his cock with his gel covered glove. "Cumdumps dont get favours". Then the other guy had an idea - hey Reb
remember the brown cream Lewis got? - and they began smearing this thick brown
lotion over his exposed body. They
explained the cream would tighten his skin - so his veins would be in high
relief. They even smeared it on his dick
and balls, making them painfully contract.
The cream was banned in the US - had some pigment dye - but they didn't
care. They didn't put any on his chest,
so the message would remain his light honey skin colour, and traced around a
big arrow starting at his navel, over his abs, with the arrow head ending on
the root of his dick, just where the two veins came in. They did the same on
his lower back finishing at his arsecrack.
The
effect was obscene - when they scaped off the excess gel, he was dark as a
mule, except a light tan "cunt" on his chest and two huge arrows
pointing at his veiny horsecock and bubble butt. Reb took out a marker pen, and scrawled
"Keep me droolin" on his abs, and "Stretch me" on his lower
back. "You'll be a busy
piggie" they chuckled. Nick, not
having permission to speak, could just grunt in humiliation, his hazel-green
eyes wide. The farmhands liked it when
he was dark tan like this - usually at the end of summer, he looked a bit like
a nigger, and they'd have fun taking him places, like the rough bars in town,
and letting (other) rednecks have their fun with him.
It
was getting late so they threw him the shorts and told him to get ready for
dinner. Nick was starved, it'd been
hours since he ate, so he pulled on the shorts quickly. The flimsy material slipped from his waist
almost immediately, so from the front his smooth abs were exposed to the root
of his cock - a good 2 inches of veiny cockflesh arching away from his waist
and holding up the cloth. The large
arrow showed proudly, pointing out his half naked dick from 20 paces. The line
of the cloth was not much higher on his bubble butt, an inch of crack showing,
perfect for wandering hands. The rest of
his fat fucker hung loosely down one leg, every ripple visible through the
cloth, while his low hanging balls dangled down the other, unsupported, they
would painfully swing and be slapped by his thighs as he ran (he was pushed all
the time to stop him slackening). His
smooth, dark tanned body looked even more obscene against his hairy barrel
chest - half man's body, half punk's.
The
men looked at their watches and told him it was 6.27pm. Since he wasn't allowed
in the main house anymore, he had to eat with the farmhands. As the bosses son,
he still could eat with the leading hands, but they sat down at 6.30, and if he wasn't there on time they'd turn him
away. That meant eating with the
ranchers and workmen, who were roughest with him. If he ran, he could make it, but as he turned
to leave, Reb grabbed him, holding his arse with one hand, and his head with
the other. He gave Nick a long, probing
french kiss, kneading his arse through the shorts until Nick's dick began to
rise and leak junk. He kept this up for
a few minutes, and then let Nick go.
Nick bolted to the leading hand's shed, his nutsack bashing against his
legs until it was numb with pain. He
arrived too late, and they turned him away.
He then had to run back to the workmen's shed, on the lower field. By the time he got there, most of the men had
eaten. He went to the kitchens, but the
men began coming for seconds, shoving him back in the line. He could feel their eyes on him, reading the
obscene messages, and the shoves were more calculated - one pushing his jaw,
knocking him away, another grazing his chest, scraping hair and dragging on his
nips. Soon the guys had finished the
food, and he was forced to begging for scraps. The guys had fun with this - Reb
gave him a tray and made him ask every table for their scraps. The rough workers showed their contempt for
the owners by taking it out on Nick, hawking spitballs into pie and softening
up bread crusts by mopping up their armpit and arse sweat. Once his plate was piled high, the guys
manhandled him to a place, groping at his unprotected body. It was filled by a burly guy, Jay, and they
made him sit on his knee, his arsecheeks pressed into the guy's crotch, and his
legs spread so his tackle flopped against Jay's thigh. They decided to play a game - guess who's
meal - and so they blindfolded him and tied his arms behind his back. Every guy he got right had to leave him alone
for a day. Every one wrong he had to suck.
Jay held him in place, his hand
cupping Nick's sac, which he carelessly kneaded in his palm, while he fed him
the leftovers. Each gross body fluid
drenched morsel Jay forced into his mouth, pushing his fingers in until Nick
gagged. As Nick chewed and guessed, he idly kneaded Nick's big aureoles, making
him arch his back and thrust his tits out.
The stimulation and heat of the press of bodies was making him hot and
horny, and it became impossible to concentrate on the game. By the time he was
finished he was slick with sweat, tits puffy and dick leaking copiously all
over Jay's thigh. Jay's iron rod was pressing
against his hole, but thankfully he'd guessed right for his sweat streaked
piece - he knew Jay's 10 inch cuntstuffer would make him sore for days. By his count he only had to suck off 10 guys.
They
pulled the table away and Jay slid him down his knee onto the floor. He was still blindfolded and tied, and Jay
made sure his knees were spread wide on the floor, by tying his balls to the
chair leg with a shoelace, and then lacing it to his wrists. Pulled tight against the thin lace, he
couldn't sit up or move much, his shoulders and balls pulled back
painfully. This way his head was pulled
back, so the guys could straddle his chest as they facefucked him. Every drop that he didn't swallow of their
copious tangy loads slopped onto his chest, matting the hair and coating his
tits. He counted 10, 11 cocks, and tried
to tell them to stop, but the cocks kept coming. Then he felt Jay's wide fucker sliding down his gullet, and
gagged on his dickmeat for 10 minutes, as he thrust balls-deep, until he pulled
out, spraying volleys of scum onto Nick's lips and face, chest and abs. By the time they'd finished he's sucked 25
cocks and was coated with rancher cock juice.
His stomach was full and churning, his throat raw, lips swollen, and he
almost collapsed when they let him go.
Jay took off the blindfold and Nick saw him smiling over him, monster
cock still hanging half hard and drooling.
He tried to plead to stop, but Jay had a spoon, and began dragging it up
Nick's body, feeding him load after load of sweat mixed cum. He tried talking but his mouth just burped
cum - it clogged his nose, leaked from the corners of his mouth - he was
stuffed so full of cum he had trouble breathing, and he passed out.
When
he came to, most of the guys had left, and jay had dragged him to the kitchen for the night. He was draped
on the chopping block, legs dangled over the edge, spread, his ankles tied to
the table legs. His wrists were cuffed
to the side rails, so he was completely exposed. He was worried - Jay had no concern for his
safety, would try anything. He tried to call out for the other guys, but his
voice was hoarse, and Jay just stuffed his rank shorts into his mouth. He scrunched his head down on his chest, as
Jay caressed his body, sliding down unimpeded until he grasped his cock. Grinning, Jay revealed a bottle of Tabasco
sauce, and he gently frigged Nick until his cock head peeked from its
flap. Jay squirted a generous dose down his
pisshole and under the skin, thumbing the skin to rub it in, and as Nick squirmed
in agony, he squirted more on Nick's puffy aureoles. Nick screamed into the gag but the only noise
that came out was a muffled cry. Then,
slowly and methodically, Jay pried his arse open and began sliding in large, thick cuke. The cuke pushed at his guts and stretched his
arsehole tightly, but with steady pressure, it eventually slid all the way up
his chute. Grinning, Jay found another,
thicker cuke, and despite Nick's muffled screams began forcing it up his gut
alongside the first, until his hole was stretched wildly out of
proportion. He smeared more Tabasco on
the stretched ring, making it spasm and twitch around the bloated cukes, and
then pulled Nick's balls down between his body to hide his handiwork, tying a
tight rope knot around them. When he let
go, Nick felt a gut-wrenching tug, like being repeatedly kicked in the nuts, as
a sack of oranges tied to the rope dropped down, dangling off the edge, cinched
to his ballbag. The stretched ballsack
also prevented him pushing out the cukes,even if he could muster up the
strength to eject a blockage 5 inches at the widest point, unlubed, and tightly
pushing against his anal ring. Jay grabbed a roll of saran wrap and wound it
tightly around his body and the bench, from his chest to his knees, wedging his
itchy tits and cock against his body, and preventing the slightest relief. He
walked away and flicked the lights, leaving Nick in darkness and in agony. As he lay there through the night, the
maddening itch only got worse, for hours, and the constant pain in his
stretched balls and pucker was unbearable.
Lewis
found him that way the next day - he'd been sent to track him down, and slapped
him awake. He chuckled at the obscenities through the Saran wrap and slowly
unwrapped him, ungagging him and uncuffing his wrists at the same time. He stood by and watched as Nick desperately
swabbed off the burning sauce and tried to free himself from the other
torments, straining forward to untie his nuts until they finally came free,
jerking up with a howl. Then, to Lewis'
delight, he moved away his dangling sac to reveal th two cukes, and tried
desperately to dislodge them. They'd
slipped out a little in the night but the sweat made them slippery, and at
their widest part they'd both become wedged dry against his arsering. After a few minutes of grunting pain, Lewis
came forward and jammed them both back in with one hard thrust. Nick screamed but then Lewis yanked the first
out, then the second, leaving Nick's ripped arsehole gaping wide. The ring tried to pucker but a cavernous
hole remained, and Lewis whopped at the sight of the ruined hot jock stud
arse. He freed his legs and helped him
down, but Nick just collapsed, screaming as he hit the ground, arse first. Lewis leant him up against the table, letting
him get air. As Nick recovered, he said
"The boys all chipped in to buy you a present." He pulled out a thick
metal ring from his pocket. "We
werent sure of your size, boy, so you'll just have to make do..." It was much thicker than any steel ring he'd
seen before, more like a cuff, and squeezed his balls through it, one at a
time. It was so wide it stretched the
ballsack, and when he let go, the tug on Nick's nuts felt like his balls were
at his knees. "We had it made special. The guy said that you can't leave em on long,
or they'll stretch the hell out of your pretty nuts, but we just figured, fuck
it." Nick let out a moan of
frustrated pain, and Lewis laughed, slapping him on the arse. "Now dumbass, get your cunt down to the
middle field, Jack wants to fuck you."
Nick slipped on the red shorts, his dick pushing them out from his
crotch so they covered almost nothing.
Jack
was a junior farmhand, only a little older than Nick, and it was particularly
harsh submitting to Jack's every whim.
Jack was stocky and shorter than Nick, sweated like a hog and spoke like
a hayseed. He'd been 17 when he arrived
on the farm, and had engineered Nick's downfall, from star son to cum dump in
three short years. Now Jack was working
on Nick's dad to get Nick's first tattoos - he wanted to cover his shoulders
and triceps with pictures of guys getting dicked and fisted. But most of all, he wanted a tattoo high on
the back of Nick's neck, just below the hairline - "FISTPIG". It
would ruin Nick's life - college, sports - he wouldn't be able to go out in
public without the world seeing it. His
dad had resisted, and he desperately hoped to get through this summer without
any permanent marks.
"Hey
dickbreath" Jack greeted him, "your dad's agreed to your first
tat! Don't look so down. It's very private, so your college football
is safe for now. Just a little picture
of a stinking trash can, on your pelvis next to your dick." Nick moaned, and Jack grabbed him under his
pit, dragging him to the outhouse. "No time for slacking, the guy's
already here. He told me if we hurried
he'd chuck in a piercing for free. Now
what should it be, ballbag or piss slit?