Hobo Jungle Late Teen Uses and Abuses

*** Part 2. Snagged by Sexual Deviants

Townie Teen Is Introduced to the Dark Side of Sex..
and Loves it!!

Our young hero was led roughly by his fat and interested balls to the site of the others' just-viewed sextivities. It smelled of secretions or carp or both. cb and c were awake but sore and groggy. cb's balls were shaved smooth and clearly visible. They were real low hangers after years of CBT. c was feigning sleep, but her hands kept drifting toward here cuntal parts and sensitized, raspberry nipples. He could also see several stakes driven into the ground with ropes already attached. There was an odd bit of plywood with two holes about 3" wide and maybe a foot apart leaning against a wooden chair he hadn't seen before. And there was a stump with a hatchet and a navy survival knife driven into it. He could make out other vague objects. Here were some partially broken cinder blocks. Hmmmm....

He barely saw the dark-skinned hand holding the rag dart towards his face. He got the chemical smell and it was lights out. When he came to he was on a rough woolen arhis blanket, flat on his back. His legs were spread, as were his arms. While he was out, three stainless steel cock collars had been worked over, onto and finally behind his balls. Between the collars were two split-locking rings. Two larger collars and one larger split-collar locking ring had been implaced behind his cock and balls together, too. His ball sack was taut and red and veiny and very, very full. It was carrying - in order, collar/locking collar/collar/locking collar/collar and his dick and scrotum also had the two larger collars and one much larger locking collar pushing all his stuff up and out and keeping the blood from draining back, too. Besides all this, he must have been used while he was out. His prong was hard as steel and extra fat and longer, seemingly, than he remembered. He must have been "forced" to smoke hashish while he was unconscious. Probably with face mask and hookah.

He had to breath it. He felt at ease and completely fuck hungry. His cock pointed straight up with a steady dribble of precum already leaking exquisitly from his grinning piss-slit. He looked up to see three swaying, fat ball sacs and three veiny, flinty choads of varying dimensions, dribbling hot goo slowly as carp guy, psycho and cumbucket manhandled each others goods over his splayed out, nude & restrained body. Cheryl straddled his head. As if they were all connected by one nervous system, they all burst simultaneously. c's vulva open wide, her labia quivered, her clit screamed for pain, and she blew all the old cum and pussy juice out directly onto his face and mouth. His cock tensed and quivered visibly. C.G., P. and cb all laughed with lusty evil intent, cumming together and sperming him from bound cock to clothes-pinned nipples to open and gasping mouth. By this point, his cock was steadily oozing lube juice and was flopping front to back, fast. His balls were in agony with lava seed.

He closed his eyes on slowly deflating, cum dripping cocks, shaved balls and a cunt he thought he could put his hand right in, with ease. Just a moments rest, please. I know you crazy demons aren't done with his young body yet. You haven't even touched his asshole. Oh well... zzzz

Yow!! Unholy fuck me!! What th... He awoke as though he'd been a follower of the Marquis de Sade and got what he didn't ask for in his dream. The unholy four were standing over his cum besmirched nakedness. His cock was about to blow a huge load with, look ma, no hands. Wait... this is real and there they stand, lustily leering at his obvious preDICKament. Only one answer. Each of the lecherous four pulled down a candle holder, full of lava hot liquid wax. They looked him in the eye and grinned with vile purpose. C.G. and P poured the contents of their holders directly onto his cock, balls and asshole while C and cb each did a clamped nipple with a full shot. They stepped back to admire their work and fondle/grope each other while they waited for the inevitable. They didn't have to wait long. Since that first blast of instant liquid fire, his juice had been steaming its way along his young piss tube. Good prostate.

His cock itself had been banded with several smaller rings. As it swelled, they almost became embedded. It kept him quite rigid. And made cuming a prolonged and messy joyful process. His first spurt arced up and back, landing on his beardless upper lip and in his cake-hole. The second and third burst each hit a sore nipple. A few more shots coated him to his naval. The rest were force fed to cb by P and CG as they pried poor (ha!) cb's jaws to open mouth wide, relax throat and gobble his wax and cum covered seed shooter. P and CG took great joy in forcing cb to bob his head up and down the kid's steel-beringed phallus which was forced farther and farther, seemingly, into cb's gullet. Man-Teen Townie spurt forth several final molten gouts of sperm directly down cb's throat. What a trooper. He swallowed it all and didn't lose a drop. TT felt a great sense of release, then remembered where he was and in whose hand his fate lay. His cock was still hard. They could tell that he was going to be a good student. But first to clean him off.

No warm running water. This calls for creative cleaning solutions. Four full bladders hold a lot of hot golden nectar. C resumed her position over his head and let go the flood. The three tramps lined up and hosed him off the rest of the way, paying special attention to Townie's steadily growing young cock, his hardware adorned balls and his clamped and numbed nipples. He was drifting off again. The two seeming co-alpha males unbound him. He was carried to the fish trap where water ran well and mild. Rinsed and ready for reuse. But wait... now he's got his cock carp swallowed to the balls. Swollen, ball-spreader separated human tadpole factories also smell like yum to the carp and so he's got a cock-carp working each nut and a monster swallowing and gagging on his prong, three fish total. The rest swim between his legs, rubbing their scaly (carp) or slihis (suckers) bodies against his balls and cock, too. Some of the smaller fish are pushing into his piss-slit or partially up his ass. He's in Indian summer warm water up to his waist and can actually see the carp trying to eat and swallow his junk. With that and whatever he smoked while momentarily out - he was more sexed than ever! His fat, tight balls pulsed as the cock-carp sucked away on them. The bigger carp still had his dong in its swallow-reflex squeezing throat. All was quiet now, except for his ragged breathing and the thrashing fish.

Why didn't he get up and at least try to sneak off before things really took a turn for the surreal? But that cock-carp attached to his dick promised to pull out such a cum sweet and loud. With that thought came a whooshing sound and the thin willow branch was whipped across his nipples by P. His seed blew into attached cock-carp, oozing through his gills as it sank to the bottom. The tightly attached carp were yanked painfully from his aching balls. He was hoisted rudely from the water and returned to the fuck area. Now what? There were items around that he hadn't seen before and still couldn't identify. Hmmm...

There was that piece of plywood, now held up by the stump and the chair. He was cock dragged by P, armed now with the survival knife, over to this bit of homemade sexing-bdsm "furniture" and forced to lay down on it with his cock and balls hanging through one of the holes. It was more solid than he had thought it would be. His hands were tied to his feet by scratchy twine running underneath the plywood CBT device. His ass hole was also open to the cool air - and defenseless. He could see Cheryl sucking Carp Guy's cock AND balls, all at once, into her throat. His sore cock twitched in approval. His nuts began churning fresh seed. P ordered cb to kneel in front of him. This put cb's cum deprived dick in direct line with Townie's mouth. P pushed the pressure points which caused him to open wide and cb took the opportunity for a little payback throat-fucking at Townie's expense. Good thing he had not much of a gag reflex, for all of cb's fat 6.5" were disappearing and reappearing on each stroke. cb's weighted scrotum slapped tt's chin on each in-thrust. His cock was beginning an involuntary response to his first mouth fucking. It was like a rock again and jerking about. He couldn't reach his stuff, but the psycho with the knife could. Where was P? Damn!

VERSION 1:[Psycho took a puff of the blunt, then rolled the glowing red end lightly along the length of T's steel-hard probe, underneath from back to front. The pai-leasure was hellish. T's dick twitched violently as he moaned and gushed clear lube continually. Pyscho took the opportunity to sneak over to the campfire. It had been kept up by slave CB. P selected an old 8" iron frying pan and, using his calloused fingers, filled it with a layer of glowing coals. He crept back to T, who was so aroused he hadn't noticed anything but the sweet agony of his hugely distended balls and diamond hard penis. Pyscho used a bit of board to carve out a small indentation - frying pan size - under T's fat hangers. There was about 2-3 feet between the bottom of his balls and the ground. Crazed P placed the pan within easy reach, then got himself resituated under T. Once he was uncomfortable, he placed the pan of glowing coals in the prepared spot and began to slowly roast T's goods. He repeatedly slapped his subject's stretched sack and not at all gently, during this cooking process. Occasionally, T's hot nuts were sprayed from a bottle of relatively icy creek water and seasoned olive oil, then reheated. This kept P entertained for a good while and - once the last pube puffed away - it smelled like a French cafe.

Alas, the coals began to cool. P was NOT done. His goodies were flopping about violently. It turned him on more. P rolled over on his back, away from the coals and parallel to tt, facing him eye to dilated-pupil eye. Psycho began running the survival knife blade along all sides of subject/victim's engorged, semi-baked dick. Not cutting, but the potential was there and for the night wandering teen the potential was the turn on. Now P ran the blade across teen's taut, fat, baked-red balls several times, very slowly. Pre-spurt was pouring steadily from teen's distended piss-slit, hissing on the coals. P jammed the knife into the plywood and rolled out from under. He reached back down and around, grasping Townie's cock and pumped up a handful of bio-lube. P's 8.5", honest, were hard as steel. He'd been busy making others come. Now it was his turn.]