Richard

Bound at the wrists, Richard was draped over a sawhorse in Dietrich's basement, much to the delight of several of his wide-eyed friends. The sexy, bearded German, whom the victim had met over the internet, was giving a small demostration of his leather skills to the appreciative gathering, who sat in abject silence as Dietrich began probing the prostrate man with an irrigation bulb. Richard winced as the hot liquid was injected into his anus, instantly clenching his sphincter closed, more by instinct than any presumption of instruction. "Now you vill hold it until I tell you zat you may use ze bucket," Dietrich gestured to a five gallon paint bucket in the corner. Richard grunted his acknowledgement, afraid to move. His bowels felt near to explosion. He waited until given the nod, then ran to the corner to evacuate his colon, arms, still tied behind him. He did this twice more, until the German was satisfied that the young man was clean, then resumed his place, face down, over the saw horse. Donning a pair of latex gloves, Dietrich spread the man's legs as wide as they would go, then opened his cheeks and began licking his bunghole. He circled the the tiny orifice gently, at first..smelling its still acrid scent...penetrating the sphincter and enjoying the tight squeeze on his tongue. His hand fell to Richard's genitalia -- his heavy sac.....his pythonesque organ..and he began to knead them, roughly....then withdraw..concentrating his efforts on deepening the drive on his tongue. Richard's breathing had become erratic.....gasping and moaning as he strained for further contact...... thrusting his cock against the ever-retreating German's hand. The tongue in his asshole was like something alive; hot and wet...slithering in and snaking up his rectum. The invasive, muscular organ darted in and out at a constant rate of speed, until it was replaced with a finger....then two fingers.....then three....until Richard's knees began to shake in anticipation. He heard the bubbled squirt of lube....the slick, squeaking sound of latex meeting and massaging it...and the deep intake of breath from the small group of onlookers as Dietrich curled his fingers. The big, bearded German worked his free hand between Richard's legs and gripped his cock, so that the deeper he stuffed his fist into Richard's asshole, the harder he jerked his dick. Richard came just as Dietrich's knuckles crowned, emptying his load in a puddle on the floor. "Now you vill suck me off," Dietrich removed his fist without so much as a warning. He doffed the gloves and lifted his captive's head with the tip of his finger, forcing his cock in his mouth. In his prone state, still resting his chest on the saw-horse, Richard sucked the immense organ like an animal, greedily slurping the meat down his throat. Dietrich pumped his mouth, holding his head up by the hair and stuffing him with cock. He jizzed in his throat with a grunt, then turned to the little audience. "Who's next?" he asked, smiling nastily...