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milking of ryan pt 1Ryan Connolly stood in the arena, stripped to his shorts, a sneer on his perfect lips. The x-treme fighting match had yet to begin, but his confidence practically glowed with the same sheen as the arena lights reflecting off the sheer layer of perspiration on his smooth chest and perfectly defined six-pack. The light caught the coppery highlights of his auburn hair as he turnes to face the crowd, emerald green eyes sparkling. He sneered again. In his head he knew that every man in the arena wanted to BE him and the girls wanted to fuck him. Of course, a few of the fags wanted to fuck him too, he chuckled to himself. Before the night was over, a dozen of them would.”That’s him”, a shadowy figure in the back of the auditorium whispered to one or two large goons. “That’s the homophobic asshole who has to be taken down a peg.” They nodded in silent agreement. They knew what had to be done.The ringing of the bell brought the two fighters together — kicking, dodging, bare-knuckled brawling. Within a few minutes, Ryan had the advarntage. His oponent, a Puerto-Rican a****l named Paco, was pinned to the met and Ryan had his massive thighs around his neck in a choke-hold. The latino punk struggled as Ryan used leverage to pin him to the mat — but not too quickly. By shifting his weight forward, he pressed his crotch directly into the face of the struggling latino, forcing his cock against the hispanic’s nose and his balls against his mouth. Without escape, the frustrated latin had no choice but to inhale deeply the sweaty musk of his captor. Ryan would keep him pinned until JUST before his opponent was to be counted out… and then released his pressure slightly so that the count could begin again. He enjoyed being in a position of domination… forcing his oponent to submit not only to his strenghth, but to his manhood, again and again and again.”This faggot loves the smell of my dick!” Ryan called out, inciting the crowd to scream and applaud. Paco’s cheeks burned with shame as Ryan screamed, “I’m not sure if I should beat him or fuck him”, and the beer-intoxicated crowd of blue-collar men screamed “FUCK HIM, FUCK HIM”. “Nah, this maricon would like it too much”, Ryan answered with a laugh. And with that he pinned his captive to the mat and took his victory.On his way from the ring, he was swatted on the back by some of the guys and kissed by some of the girls. Someone even handed him a beer, which the arrogant fighter chugged in one gulp. He never tasted the slight chemical taste of roofies that had been crushed and dissolved into the bottle.Alone in bursa escort the locker room, Ryan reached for a terri-cloth towel, but his vision blurred, and the towel was just out of his grasp. He looked up to see a figure in a trench coat holding the towel. Ryan stumbled toward it but his legs went weak and before he was enveloped in darkness, he flt two sets of armsgrab him under the armpits so that he wouldn’t hit the floor.When Ryan opened his eyes, he was disoriented and groggy. He had no idea how long he had been asleep or where he was. He tried to rub his eyes and realized his hands were tethered to a spreading bar across his shoulders. A leather belt kept him secured to a post behind him, and his ankles were also separated by a bar.”What the fuck is going on” he called out to no one in particular. His eyes were blinded by a light from above. Was he still in the arena? “Hello??” No answer. Out of the darkness he heard an electrical whir, and a plexiglass divider lowered from the ceiling directly in front of his face, to chin level. He had know way of knowing this was a two way mirror — he could not see through the divider, but his audience could clearly see him.”What the fuck is this????”Suddenly a mechanically distorted voice echoed through the room.”Ryan Connolly, so arrogant…. so perfect… your sculpted body is as beautiful as your hatred is ugly. You even chose a profession where you could mock, bully and belittle others, and get monetary rewards and audience accolades in return. Tonight is the night that you are taught a lesson in humility.”Ryan looked wildly about him, but could see nothing but his own petrified expression reflected in the two-way mirror. “I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing, but I got people who are out looking for me, so you better not do something stupid.””By the time they find you, it will be too late.””Too late???” Ryan croaked out in terror, “too late for what???””To keep you from being a victim of your own arrogance. Before this night is over, we will OWN you. Lower his pants.”Ryan struggled at the restraints as the two goons from earlier stepped from the shadows behind him and tugged at the silk boxing trunks. “What the fuck are you doing, man,” he tried to whisper to one. “I got 5,000 for winning the match tonight…it’s yours if you let me go,” he begged the other. But he felt the cool silk sliding down his tree-trunk thighs and land at his feet.”Prepare his cock,” the mechanical voice commanded.”What the fuck are you doing to me, man. I ain’t no fag” He struggled against the restraints one more, his muscles bursa escort bayan straining in perfect relief. The more he struggled, the more his taut sweaty muscles rippled with perfection. He was reacting EXACTLY as they’d hoped.A strong pair of hands grabbed his cockshaft in one hand and his fat, bull-sized balls in the other.”If you do anything to interfere, Mr. Connolly, my assistants have been instructed to rip your balls off.”Ryan Connolly’s body went slack. The hand on his cock was teasing him ever so slightly…pulsing its grip…allowing Ryan’s cock to elongate, thicken and grow on its own. Ryan’s face flushed as his cock responded to the subtle attention. His thick foreskin, so snug around his fat cock knob, peeled back on its own to reveal a rosy read tip. Suddenly another pair of hands came into view — the other thug — holding a mortar and pestle of partially crushed blue diamond-shaped tablets. Just enough water was added to the cup to turn the powder into paste. Then the second thug dipped his thumb in the gluey blue mixture and smeared it onto the tip of Ryan’s cock head.”That’s a highly concentrated of Viagra, Mr. Connnolly. Applied in large doses directly to the tip of your cock, to your balls and to your anus and your cock will be unable to refuse to participate in our activities, even if your brain is telling you to stop.””Oh fuck, no, please…” Ryan begged, spit dribbling from the corners of his desperate mouth as the thug caressed the concentrated aphrodisiac into the hypersensitive glans of his exposed cock. The thug used just enough pressure to drive Ryan crazy, his thumb teasing in slow circles, and then rubbing against the cumslit allowing the paste to mix with Ryan’s precum.Without warning, the first thug tugged the foreskin back over the head, trapping the moist Viagra-painted knob of Ryan Connolly’s cock withn the cowl of flesh, which was then tied off with a leather strap.”We’ll just leave your cock like that for a while, Ryan,” the voice said with a chuckle, “so you can absorb the mixture directly into where you’ll need it most. But never fear, Ryan, we’ll be preparing your balls as well.”With that the second thug produced a paintbrush of the softest sable, dipped it into the mixture in the goblet, and gently painted the paste over the lemon-sized balls hanging almost midway down the restarined fighter’s thighs.Ryan released a whistle and a moan as the unbearably soft bristles tickled against his nutsac, painting the mixture right into the sensitive skin.”It was considerate of you to remove the hair from your testicles, escort bursa Ryan. That should speed up the process, considerably.”Ryan went up on his toes, trying to force the bristles to continue their torture. His thighs and calves bulged with muscle and he could hear laughter and appluase from .. somewhere. He didn’t care. He just needed his balls massaged. Somewhere in the shadows someone nodded with delight — the Viagra was already doing its job.Suddenly, Ryan felt something thick at the entrance to his ass. “Fuck no!!!!”, his brain screamed, as the Viagra smeared thumb worked it’s way into his virgin ass. At first it just tickled and teased at the entrance to his anus, but emboldened by Ryan’s response, the viscious thug slipped the length of his thumb up inside Ryan’s tight rectum. “God, noooooo”.”That’s it, Ryan, PRAY for release. I promise you your prayers will be answered — maybe not the way you’d like them to be, though”The thumb was withdrawn and then re-inserted with more of the gooey mixture. Ryan writhed trying to get away from it, though held tightly in place by the restraints. It did not allow him to escape. In fact it made him do exactly what his captors hoped for — each time he pulled away and was pulled back by the restraints, he was fucking himself onto his captor’s finger.Ryan felt his nipples being gently pinched as the blue substance was massaged into his titpoints. Why was this happening to him, he wondered…and why did it feel so good.The fingering of his ass was torturing his prostate…and he could feel his load begin to rise. Suddenly the finger was still. “Noooooo””No what” the voice asked innocently.”Don’t stop…” Ryan croaked in a strangled whisper,”…so close””Show us what you want”His brain on overload, Ryan began fucking himself onto the finger…undulating like a $2 whore at a strip club on a pole…filling his ass again and again as he felt the inevitable wave of pleasure rise inside him.From the dark of the room, his audience watched. They watched him in front of them. They watched him on the three video monitors — one poised on his face, one on his torso, one on his cock. This will make an awesome…souvenier.Riding the finger like a bitch in heat, Ryan grunted, bit his lip and pushed himself past the point of no return. He arched his back, his perfectly rounded pecs gleaming with sweat and thick pudding like cum began seeping through the folds of his tightly enwrapped cock-knob. It dripped down the shaft, painting his balls in a salty river of jizz, andhe collapsed, spent, in a total faint. He never realized that 2 or three men stepped from behind the partition to tonggue bathe his tortured cock and lap up his cum.”Gentleman, we’ll let our guest get some rest and let the d**gs take effect. We’ll meet back in 30 minutes, for phase 2.”To Be Continued…..

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