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Teenagers are sexier these days. I don’t remember guys like this from my high school. It was at a truck stop outside town when I was gassing up my pick-up. Big rig pulled in and a young guy climbed down from the passenger side. Must have been hitch hiking. Tall, rusty red hair, good looking. He looked around, caught my eye, smiled and slowly pulled his white tee shirt over his head as if he were modeling. Christ! What a body! Perfectly smooth with perfect proportions. A natural build, not created in a gym. He rubbed his hand slowly and seductively over his chest and belly, all the time keeping his gaze on me. Sauntered over and asked if he could get a ride if I was heading toward town. (Fuck yes, you can!) I said “Sure”. So he hopped in.
“My name is Rusty.”
“Call me Caleb.”
Turns out he was seventeen and about to finish high school. He said his parents wanted him to stay on the family farm, helping run it and eventually taking over. Rusty hated the idea. He was gay and wanted to live in the city. Already had a fake I.D. so he could get into bars. But his parents were really pressuring him, and he hated to disappoint them. The kid just kept talking and talking, pouring out his life. He leaned back against the door, facing me, all the time rubbing his hand over his chest and nipples. Did I say his nipples were huge? I’ve never seen a dude with such nipples. Perfectly formed. Two large cones with a little red berry perched on top. Shit! I wanted to bite into them right there. But he didn’t seem interested in me at all. At twenty-five, I was probably an old man to him.
But it was a ruse. It was his way of getting me hot for him, tantalizing me with his body. Shit! The fucker was hustling me! So he kept babbling on about his situation and I had to satisfy myself with occasional glances at his chest and tits as I drove. Turns out, he was dumb as a post. Well, that figures. Farm boy with rusty red hair called Rusty. How cliché! I could tell he was too stupid to ever be a success with the farm, or anything else once his looks faded. Of course, if I could lure him home, he would never live to see his looks fade. I wanted that body and especially those nipples. I said, “I think I know a way where you wouldn’t have to stay on your farm.” “Yeah? How?” “Let’s drive to my place—it’s near here—and I’ll tell you my idea.” “O.K. Sure.”
In my kitchen, I asked if he wanted a beer. No, did I had any Sprite? I got one out and slipped the knock-out drug into it. Handed him the Sprite and opened a beer for myself. I pulled off my shirt and his eyes lit up. He came over and rubbed his hands on my chest. “Oh, you’re nice.” “Thanks. So are you.” I touched his nipple. “Awesome!” “Yeah, they are, aren’t they? Wanna suck on them?” “Sure do, Rusty, and I’m sure you got a lot more I can suck on.” He grinned. “I do. Wanna see?” He immediately pulled off his boots and stripped off his jeans. “Like it, Caleb?” he asked. “Rusty, I’ve never seen a body like yours. You are so fucking sexy!” Even though I was trying to feed his ego, it wasn’t a lie. He was stunning! Well-proportioned muscles wrapped in soft, smooth skin. And a delicious bubble butt. He may have had the brain of a mouse but he had the body of a god! Absolutely breathtaking! His teen dick was already straight up and tight against his belly. I think I let out a gasp at its size. He giggled. “Everybody loves it but not everybody can take it.” I’m sure he was right. It was so fat and so long, it would have ripped open my asshole. “Oh, I think I could take it. Want to try me?”
We dropped to the tile floor and began to roll around like animals, kissing, sucking, groping, snorting, rutting. I almost couldn’t get his dick down my throat without choking. Then, when I could tell the drug was beginning to kick in, I kept working on his body and sucking on his tits to keep him from noticing. He moaned with pleasure and the last thing I heard before he passed out was a soft “Tie me up. Please.”
Dragged him to the play room. He was so fucking hot! I ran my mouth over his entire body. Licked his sweat. Tongued his pits, his shitty asshole, his stinking feet. And those nipples. So huge. So tasty. I wanted to rip them off with my teeth right there. Kill him and ravage his corpse. Considering his age and his beauty, this was probably the sexiest guy I’d had in this room. But I stopped and thought. What to do?
Finally, I brought out some piercing tools which I’d bought a year ago but never used. I touched the point to the nipple, about halfway between the tip and his pec, and pushed. The steel popped in. Christ, that felt good! Puncturing, piercing, or cutting a man’s skin is a fucking turn-on! Anyway, I pushed the needle all the way through and inserted a larger one to stretch the hole. I took steel key holder with a spring opening and forced it into the opening. It fit snugly enough that it stopped the bleeding. Then I repeated on the other nipple. Voila! Two steel key rings attached to those magnificent tits. Sexiest nipple rings ever! Next, I attached a small chain to each ring with enough slack that the chain reached well below his dick. I pulled one arm behind him, bent his leg up, and tied his wrist to his ankle. Then the other wrist to the other ankle. And propped him up in a kneeling position, back against the wall. Got another beer and sat back in a chair, and waited. It might take a while before he woke up but, no matter. I could simply look at him, admire his magnificence, think about his future, and play with myself.
When he woke up, he was a bit groggy. He seemed to sense his bonds just as he looked up to see me standing above him, naked. He grinned and his cock grew, which caused mine to rise, too. “Hey, Rusty. I’m going to shove my dick down your throat. You can’t stop me. You’re mine.” He let out a pleasurable “Ohhh yesss.” as I stepped forward and rammed my cock into his mouth. He took it, deep. I didn’t have to pump much at all. He devoured me, sucking, working his tongue, slobbering, moaning. It was the best blow job I’d had in ages. The kid was talented. As I shot my load, I pushed all the way in, choking him, and he gagged, but took every drop of my thick, creamy load. I left it in and he continued to work it with his tongue as I softened. Finally, I popped out and he looked up, broke into a huge smile and said “Ah, Thank you, Sir!”
I just stood there. Didn’t move. Said nothing. “Didn’t you like it, Sir?” I leaned down and lifted the chain and pulled it toward me. He looked down at his chest and screamed. “NOOOOO! What the fuck? What did you do, you asshole? My God! My God.” I pulled the chain taut. His eyes were wide with fear. “No, don’t pull!” His knees moved him forward a bit. I kept pulling on the chain. He kept inching along the floor. And all the time, he let loose a torrent of invective, cursing me, but also pleading. “Why did you do that? Why? I thought you liked me, liked my nips! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Let me go, you shit hole!” He watched in horror as I clipped the chain to the end of another chain that hung directly above him, hooked to a pulley.
I knelt and caressed his cheek. He was breathing heavily but no longer yelling. “Relax, boy. If you stay where you are, you’re fine. If you fall over, you got a problem.” I ran my finger over his chest and belly, and lightly touched each nipple head. “But, why? Why did you do this?” His voice broke, the sound of real fear mixed with a sob. “Why did I do this? Because I wanted to, that’s why.” “But how could you? What did I ever do to you?” “Well, Rusty, what did you do to me? You got into my truck and threw your tits in my face. Rubbing them. Pinching them. Making me notice. Making me hot for them. You probably do that a lot with older guys, don’t you? Make them desire you? So they’ll give you things, maybe money. Well, it worked. You made me want your tits. And now I have them, don’t I?” Tears ran down his face, dripping onto his bare chest. “Can’t you let me go now?” “No, Rusty. Not yet.”
I got up to take a pee and get another beer. When I returned, I sat again in the chair. Rusty had remained frozen in his kneeling position, crying softly. “Hey, sure you don’t want a beer? It will relax you. Oh, that’s right, you don’t want to relax. Might fall over. And you don’t want to try to stand up because you can’t. Ankles and wrists, you know. So you just stay there on your knees. But eventually your knees will begin to hurt from staying in that kneeling position. So, you’re fucked. Right?” He sobbed quietly.
I waited about thirty minutes. In silence. Drinking my beer. Looking at him. I felt a little sorry for him. I mean, Rusty was full of himself and his body, but kind of sweet, too. When he stripped for me, he had been like a little kid showing off a prized possession. Oh, well. Tough shit. I know where this is going. Right now, he was more in mental agony than physical. This dumb boy could not understand his situation. What had happened? How? Why? And what would happen next? He looked at me. Then up at the chain and pulley. And down at the rings that somehow got attached to his nipples. His nipples! His gorgeous nipples. His sexy nipples. His pride and joy. His come-on for attracting older men who had money. He alternately whimpered, cried, sniveled, whined and groaned. He looked at me, his eyes alternately pleading, hating, hoping, imploring. He was simply too stupid to comprehend anything. And his confusion stimulated me.
“Rusty.” “Yes, sir?” I’m going to pull the chain up..…” “NO! You can’t! PLEASE NO! NOOOOO!” “I’m going to pull the chain up. Very slowly. Very carefully. And when you get to the top, you will come down, and you can leave. But you must be very still as you go up so no accident happens.” “Please, no! Let me go! PLEASE!” “You have to calm down. Shouting and screaming can cause you to do something you will regret. Understand?” He hesitated and said “Yes, Sir. I’ll be quiet.” “And still?” “And still, Sir.” “Good.”
I pulled on the chain. His eyes followed it upward. It became taut as it tugged on the rings. And the rings pulled on his nipples. The nipples stretched. The rings pulled upward. Nipples followed. Rusty’s knees lifted gently off the floor. The kid tried to stay still, stay calm, but in the dead silence of the room, I could hear him whimpering with fear. His feet, still tied to his wrists, rose and then Rusty was hanging free. In the air. Swaying imperceptibly. One hundred and eighty-five pounds of young masculinity, suspended only by his two magnificent nipples. I stared. Hottest thing I’d ever seen. My dick stood rigid.
When he was a foot off the floor, I stopped pulling and tied off the chain. For the next ten minutes, I caressed and kissed and tasted Rusty’s body. Ran my fingers through his rusty-red hair, over his forehead, around his eyes and ears, mouth and chin. His neck and back, ass and legs. Although his arms were tied to his rear, I caressed his biceps and triceps. And his thighs and calves. Laid under him and licked his bubble butt. Shoved my tongue into his ass hole. Every inch of him, except his soles, felt the soft touch of my fingers and my lips. I could feel the tremendous tension that ran through his entire body. I experienced the sensuous pleasure of his body, while he was rigid with fear of me.
I pulled him up so our heads were even. “Rusty, I haven’t forgotten my promise. I have a plan so you don’t have to go back to the farm. Just be patient.” He said nothing. His sole purpose now was to remain still. To get to the top so he could come down and get out of here. His eyes constantly flitted from the chain to his nipples to my face. I had never seen such terror in a man’s eyes. So cool! Up. Higher. Until his dick was opposite my face. “Hey, Rusty. You gave me a great blowjob before. I should reciprocate.” “NO! Please!” “Oh yeah. It’s only fair. You’ve got a beauty of a cock, as you well know. It’s soft now but I’m going to slide it into my mouth, and I want you to get hard and shoot your load.” “Please, Sir. No!” “Ah, but yes. You’re going to fuck my mouth or you’re not going up or down. Understand?” “Yes, Sir. But I can’t get hard up here!” “Well, you’ll have to try. And you better get hard or I might just start chewing that big soft prick and that might hurt and make you jump around.” I slid my mouth over his dick. I massaged it with my tongue and my gums. And to remind him what he had to do, I occasionally dug in my teeth. I made moaning sounds to stimulate his thought process. He began to moan also, to get his mind into it. It took a while, but eventually I could feel his cock swelling inside my mouth. And then, it became fully engorged, it’s huge size straining my jaws as I worked my mouth gently back and forth trying to stimulate orgasm. He began to breath heavily. Without moving his hips, he was actually willing his cock to climax. Closer. Closer. Then he uttered a loud “Unnnh! Unnnh!”, shuddered slightly, and shot his load in my mouth. His dick was so big that the force of the ejaculation forced me back and his cock popped out of my mouth. It erupted, shooting a stream of thick white cream into my face. It kept splattering my eyes and cheeks and nose, even my hair. On and on, splat, splat, splat. This huge teenage cock was fully loaded to capacity! It pumped ever more jizz into my face, even as Rusty tried hard to suppress the sensuality of the spasm so his body would not move much. It felt like there wasn’t a bit of my face not plastered with his teen cum. The flow finally stopped. I let him relax and get his breathing back to normal before I touched his chin and made him look down at a face covered with his thick jizz. “Thanks, kid. You did very well.” “Thank you, Sir”, he said meekly.
I laid on the floor, face up, and luxuriated in the warm, creamy mess on my face. Did I want to scoop it into my mouth, or leave it there to dry? I used a finger to slide some of the boy goo into my mouth. Then I heard a plaintiff, “Sir? Can I come down now?” Shit, I’d completely forgotten Rusty. Still hanging quietly. Too scared to move. Too scared to say anything. I hopped up and looked at the boy. His nipples had stretched. His weight had pulled at the piercing and it looked like they might soon rip apart. “Almost done, Rusty. A little higher and you can come down.” “Thank you, Sir. I appreciate that.”
I pulled Rusty almost as high as he could go. The nipples looked dicey. They could rip at any moment. So, I slid my sawhorse below him, hoping I’d get the position just right. Then I took up a cattle prod and stood where I would have the best view without getting in the way. I reached up and put the tip of the prod to his nuts. The kid let out a loud screech as his body lurched in the air. The violent movement caused first one and then the other nipple to rip open, and he fell, landing on his nuts, crushing them on the sawhorse, which caused another loud screech. As soon as his balls were crushed beneath him, he pitched forward and his face smacked on the horse, knocking him out. He stayed there motionless for a few seconds before sliding off to the side onto the floor. The whole sequence took seconds but my mind can replay it in slow motion. The cattle prod took him by surprise. He really believed I was about to let him down gently but, as I said, he wasn’t too bright. His eyes bugged wide when the jolt hit him. Both nipples ripped almost simultaneously as his body lurched. He dropped straight down. The way I had tied his ankles and wrists meant his knees would drop on opposite sides of the horse, allowing all of his 185 pounds to crush his nuts on the horse. His scream when he hit didn’t last long as his body pitched forward, smashing his face into the wooden cross beam, knocking him unconscious. The impact broke his nose and made deep gashes in his forehead and chin. Although his body came to a stop on the horse, his weight caused him to slide slowly off to one side. He lay crumpled on the floor.
I pushed the sawhorse out of the way and rolled him onto his back. It was a beautiful sight! His face was bruised and bleeding from the nose. His nuts had already begun to swell from the impact. And both nipples were split in half, bleeding, the rings having ripped clear through. This dumb farm boy had looked spectacular in my kitchen. Even more enticing when suspended in the air by his nipples, crying and fearful and pleading. But this was the best. Broken, bleeding, helpless. Moments from death at my hands. This is always the most erotic and stimulating part of any encounter with a sexy man. Taking his life. Consuming his flesh. Drinking his blood. This is what keeps me going, encourages me venture out to find another. This is SO FUCKING INVIGORATING!
He was unconscious but his breathing was loud and labored. I touched his face and twisted his nose. Completely shattered. Then I fingered his nips. The flaps were bleeding now, two flaps of ripped skin on each pec. I did what had to be done, what I had intended since I first saw him that afternoon. I crawled on top of him and chewed at the flaps, all four, on both sides. I ate those luscious nipples. Completely. Until there was no evidence of their existence other than the bloody holes in his chest. Then I slid down and began to chew his dick, the dick that was too big to fit up my ass, the dick that was almost too huge to swallow, the dick that covered my face with so much cum that much of it still hadn’t dried. I kept chewing and chewing, but getting nowhere. I was going to have to cut it into smaller pieces later.
Rusty’s nuts had swollen to the size of a grapefruit. With a knife, I sliced them in half. As they began to bleed, I laid on my back, head on a big pillow, and pulled the naked boy on top of me. His head was cuddled next to mine. I could feel the warm blood from his nuts draining on my cock, seeping past my balls, between my legs, and puddling under my ass. Then, I poked the knife into his throat. Not a cut, just a single poke into his trachea. Soon, his breathing became more labored, loud, gurgling. I held his head above mine and watched as blood flowed from his nose and mouth, spurting as he tried to breathe, down onto my face and into my mouth. Warm. Sweet. Intoxicating. I drank until his well ran dry and he died.
I had told Rusty I had a plan so he would have to return to the farm. It worked. Now, he had bought the farm.
“My name is Rusty.”
“Call me Caleb.”
Turns out he was seventeen and about to finish high school. He said his parents wanted him to stay on the family farm, helping run it and eventually taking over. Rusty hated the idea. He was gay and wanted to live in the city. Already had a fake I.D. so he could get into bars. But his parents were really pressuring him, and he hated to disappoint them. The kid just kept talking and talking, pouring out his life. He leaned back against the door, facing me, all the time rubbing his hand over his chest and nipples. Did I say his nipples were huge? I’ve never seen a dude with such nipples. Perfectly formed. Two large cones with a little red berry perched on top. Shit! I wanted to bite into them right there. But he didn’t seem interested in me at all. At twenty-five, I was probably an old man to him.
But it was a ruse. It was his way of getting me hot for him, tantalizing me with his body. Shit! The fucker was hustling me! So he kept babbling on about his situation and I had to satisfy myself with occasional glances at his chest and tits as I drove. Turns out, he was dumb as a post. Well, that figures. Farm boy with rusty red hair called Rusty. How cliché! I could tell he was too stupid to ever be a success with the farm, or anything else once his looks faded. Of course, if I could lure him home, he would never live to see his looks fade. I wanted that body and especially those nipples. I said, “I think I know a way where you wouldn’t have to stay on your farm.” “Yeah? How?” “Let’s drive to my place—it’s near here—and I’ll tell you my idea.” “O.K. Sure.”
In my kitchen, I asked if he wanted a beer. No, did I had any Sprite? I got one out and slipped the knock-out drug into it. Handed him the Sprite and opened a beer for myself. I pulled off my shirt and his eyes lit up. He came over and rubbed his hands on my chest. “Oh, you’re nice.” “Thanks. So are you.” I touched his nipple. “Awesome!” “Yeah, they are, aren’t they? Wanna suck on them?” “Sure do, Rusty, and I’m sure you got a lot more I can suck on.” He grinned. “I do. Wanna see?” He immediately pulled off his boots and stripped off his jeans. “Like it, Caleb?” he asked. “Rusty, I’ve never seen a body like yours. You are so fucking sexy!” Even though I was trying to feed his ego, it wasn’t a lie. He was stunning! Well-proportioned muscles wrapped in soft, smooth skin. And a delicious bubble butt. He may have had the brain of a mouse but he had the body of a god! Absolutely breathtaking! His teen dick was already straight up and tight against his belly. I think I let out a gasp at its size. He giggled. “Everybody loves it but not everybody can take it.” I’m sure he was right. It was so fat and so long, it would have ripped open my asshole. “Oh, I think I could take it. Want to try me?”
We dropped to the tile floor and began to roll around like animals, kissing, sucking, groping, snorting, rutting. I almost couldn’t get his dick down my throat without choking. Then, when I could tell the drug was beginning to kick in, I kept working on his body and sucking on his tits to keep him from noticing. He moaned with pleasure and the last thing I heard before he passed out was a soft “Tie me up. Please.”
Dragged him to the play room. He was so fucking hot! I ran my mouth over his entire body. Licked his sweat. Tongued his pits, his shitty asshole, his stinking feet. And those nipples. So huge. So tasty. I wanted to rip them off with my teeth right there. Kill him and ravage his corpse. Considering his age and his beauty, this was probably the sexiest guy I’d had in this room. But I stopped and thought. What to do?
Finally, I brought out some piercing tools which I’d bought a year ago but never used. I touched the point to the nipple, about halfway between the tip and his pec, and pushed. The steel popped in. Christ, that felt good! Puncturing, piercing, or cutting a man’s skin is a fucking turn-on! Anyway, I pushed the needle all the way through and inserted a larger one to stretch the hole. I took steel key holder with a spring opening and forced it into the opening. It fit snugly enough that it stopped the bleeding. Then I repeated on the other nipple. Voila! Two steel key rings attached to those magnificent tits. Sexiest nipple rings ever! Next, I attached a small chain to each ring with enough slack that the chain reached well below his dick. I pulled one arm behind him, bent his leg up, and tied his wrist to his ankle. Then the other wrist to the other ankle. And propped him up in a kneeling position, back against the wall. Got another beer and sat back in a chair, and waited. It might take a while before he woke up but, no matter. I could simply look at him, admire his magnificence, think about his future, and play with myself.
When he woke up, he was a bit groggy. He seemed to sense his bonds just as he looked up to see me standing above him, naked. He grinned and his cock grew, which caused mine to rise, too. “Hey, Rusty. I’m going to shove my dick down your throat. You can’t stop me. You’re mine.” He let out a pleasurable “Ohhh yesss.” as I stepped forward and rammed my cock into his mouth. He took it, deep. I didn’t have to pump much at all. He devoured me, sucking, working his tongue, slobbering, moaning. It was the best blow job I’d had in ages. The kid was talented. As I shot my load, I pushed all the way in, choking him, and he gagged, but took every drop of my thick, creamy load. I left it in and he continued to work it with his tongue as I softened. Finally, I popped out and he looked up, broke into a huge smile and said “Ah, Thank you, Sir!”
I just stood there. Didn’t move. Said nothing. “Didn’t you like it, Sir?” I leaned down and lifted the chain and pulled it toward me. He looked down at his chest and screamed. “NOOOOO! What the fuck? What did you do, you asshole? My God! My God.” I pulled the chain taut. His eyes were wide with fear. “No, don’t pull!” His knees moved him forward a bit. I kept pulling on the chain. He kept inching along the floor. And all the time, he let loose a torrent of invective, cursing me, but also pleading. “Why did you do that? Why? I thought you liked me, liked my nips! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Let me go, you shit hole!” He watched in horror as I clipped the chain to the end of another chain that hung directly above him, hooked to a pulley.
I knelt and caressed his cheek. He was breathing heavily but no longer yelling. “Relax, boy. If you stay where you are, you’re fine. If you fall over, you got a problem.” I ran my finger over his chest and belly, and lightly touched each nipple head. “But, why? Why did you do this?” His voice broke, the sound of real fear mixed with a sob. “Why did I do this? Because I wanted to, that’s why.” “But how could you? What did I ever do to you?” “Well, Rusty, what did you do to me? You got into my truck and threw your tits in my face. Rubbing them. Pinching them. Making me notice. Making me hot for them. You probably do that a lot with older guys, don’t you? Make them desire you? So they’ll give you things, maybe money. Well, it worked. You made me want your tits. And now I have them, don’t I?” Tears ran down his face, dripping onto his bare chest. “Can’t you let me go now?” “No, Rusty. Not yet.”
I got up to take a pee and get another beer. When I returned, I sat again in the chair. Rusty had remained frozen in his kneeling position, crying softly. “Hey, sure you don’t want a beer? It will relax you. Oh, that’s right, you don’t want to relax. Might fall over. And you don’t want to try to stand up because you can’t. Ankles and wrists, you know. So you just stay there on your knees. But eventually your knees will begin to hurt from staying in that kneeling position. So, you’re fucked. Right?” He sobbed quietly.
I waited about thirty minutes. In silence. Drinking my beer. Looking at him. I felt a little sorry for him. I mean, Rusty was full of himself and his body, but kind of sweet, too. When he stripped for me, he had been like a little kid showing off a prized possession. Oh, well. Tough shit. I know where this is going. Right now, he was more in mental agony than physical. This dumb boy could not understand his situation. What had happened? How? Why? And what would happen next? He looked at me. Then up at the chain and pulley. And down at the rings that somehow got attached to his nipples. His nipples! His gorgeous nipples. His sexy nipples. His pride and joy. His come-on for attracting older men who had money. He alternately whimpered, cried, sniveled, whined and groaned. He looked at me, his eyes alternately pleading, hating, hoping, imploring. He was simply too stupid to comprehend anything. And his confusion stimulated me.
“Rusty.” “Yes, sir?” I’m going to pull the chain up..…” “NO! You can’t! PLEASE NO! NOOOOO!” “I’m going to pull the chain up. Very slowly. Very carefully. And when you get to the top, you will come down, and you can leave. But you must be very still as you go up so no accident happens.” “Please, no! Let me go! PLEASE!” “You have to calm down. Shouting and screaming can cause you to do something you will regret. Understand?” He hesitated and said “Yes, Sir. I’ll be quiet.” “And still?” “And still, Sir.” “Good.”
I pulled on the chain. His eyes followed it upward. It became taut as it tugged on the rings. And the rings pulled on his nipples. The nipples stretched. The rings pulled upward. Nipples followed. Rusty’s knees lifted gently off the floor. The kid tried to stay still, stay calm, but in the dead silence of the room, I could hear him whimpering with fear. His feet, still tied to his wrists, rose and then Rusty was hanging free. In the air. Swaying imperceptibly. One hundred and eighty-five pounds of young masculinity, suspended only by his two magnificent nipples. I stared. Hottest thing I’d ever seen. My dick stood rigid.
When he was a foot off the floor, I stopped pulling and tied off the chain. For the next ten minutes, I caressed and kissed and tasted Rusty’s body. Ran my fingers through his rusty-red hair, over his forehead, around his eyes and ears, mouth and chin. His neck and back, ass and legs. Although his arms were tied to his rear, I caressed his biceps and triceps. And his thighs and calves. Laid under him and licked his bubble butt. Shoved my tongue into his ass hole. Every inch of him, except his soles, felt the soft touch of my fingers and my lips. I could feel the tremendous tension that ran through his entire body. I experienced the sensuous pleasure of his body, while he was rigid with fear of me.
I pulled him up so our heads were even. “Rusty, I haven’t forgotten my promise. I have a plan so you don’t have to go back to the farm. Just be patient.” He said nothing. His sole purpose now was to remain still. To get to the top so he could come down and get out of here. His eyes constantly flitted from the chain to his nipples to my face. I had never seen such terror in a man’s eyes. So cool! Up. Higher. Until his dick was opposite my face. “Hey, Rusty. You gave me a great blowjob before. I should reciprocate.” “NO! Please!” “Oh yeah. It’s only fair. You’ve got a beauty of a cock, as you well know. It’s soft now but I’m going to slide it into my mouth, and I want you to get hard and shoot your load.” “Please, Sir. No!” “Ah, but yes. You’re going to fuck my mouth or you’re not going up or down. Understand?” “Yes, Sir. But I can’t get hard up here!” “Well, you’ll have to try. And you better get hard or I might just start chewing that big soft prick and that might hurt and make you jump around.” I slid my mouth over his dick. I massaged it with my tongue and my gums. And to remind him what he had to do, I occasionally dug in my teeth. I made moaning sounds to stimulate his thought process. He began to moan also, to get his mind into it. It took a while, but eventually I could feel his cock swelling inside my mouth. And then, it became fully engorged, it’s huge size straining my jaws as I worked my mouth gently back and forth trying to stimulate orgasm. He began to breath heavily. Without moving his hips, he was actually willing his cock to climax. Closer. Closer. Then he uttered a loud “Unnnh! Unnnh!”, shuddered slightly, and shot his load in my mouth. His dick was so big that the force of the ejaculation forced me back and his cock popped out of my mouth. It erupted, shooting a stream of thick white cream into my face. It kept splattering my eyes and cheeks and nose, even my hair. On and on, splat, splat, splat. This huge teenage cock was fully loaded to capacity! It pumped ever more jizz into my face, even as Rusty tried hard to suppress the sensuality of the spasm so his body would not move much. It felt like there wasn’t a bit of my face not plastered with his teen cum. The flow finally stopped. I let him relax and get his breathing back to normal before I touched his chin and made him look down at a face covered with his thick jizz. “Thanks, kid. You did very well.” “Thank you, Sir”, he said meekly.
I laid on the floor, face up, and luxuriated in the warm, creamy mess on my face. Did I want to scoop it into my mouth, or leave it there to dry? I used a finger to slide some of the boy goo into my mouth. Then I heard a plaintiff, “Sir? Can I come down now?” Shit, I’d completely forgotten Rusty. Still hanging quietly. Too scared to move. Too scared to say anything. I hopped up and looked at the boy. His nipples had stretched. His weight had pulled at the piercing and it looked like they might soon rip apart. “Almost done, Rusty. A little higher and you can come down.” “Thank you, Sir. I appreciate that.”
I pulled Rusty almost as high as he could go. The nipples looked dicey. They could rip at any moment. So, I slid my sawhorse below him, hoping I’d get the position just right. Then I took up a cattle prod and stood where I would have the best view without getting in the way. I reached up and put the tip of the prod to his nuts. The kid let out a loud screech as his body lurched in the air. The violent movement caused first one and then the other nipple to rip open, and he fell, landing on his nuts, crushing them on the sawhorse, which caused another loud screech. As soon as his balls were crushed beneath him, he pitched forward and his face smacked on the horse, knocking him out. He stayed there motionless for a few seconds before sliding off to the side onto the floor. The whole sequence took seconds but my mind can replay it in slow motion. The cattle prod took him by surprise. He really believed I was about to let him down gently but, as I said, he wasn’t too bright. His eyes bugged wide when the jolt hit him. Both nipples ripped almost simultaneously as his body lurched. He dropped straight down. The way I had tied his ankles and wrists meant his knees would drop on opposite sides of the horse, allowing all of his 185 pounds to crush his nuts on the horse. His scream when he hit didn’t last long as his body pitched forward, smashing his face into the wooden cross beam, knocking him unconscious. The impact broke his nose and made deep gashes in his forehead and chin. Although his body came to a stop on the horse, his weight caused him to slide slowly off to one side. He lay crumpled on the floor.
I pushed the sawhorse out of the way and rolled him onto his back. It was a beautiful sight! His face was bruised and bleeding from the nose. His nuts had already begun to swell from the impact. And both nipples were split in half, bleeding, the rings having ripped clear through. This dumb farm boy had looked spectacular in my kitchen. Even more enticing when suspended in the air by his nipples, crying and fearful and pleading. But this was the best. Broken, bleeding, helpless. Moments from death at my hands. This is always the most erotic and stimulating part of any encounter with a sexy man. Taking his life. Consuming his flesh. Drinking his blood. This is what keeps me going, encourages me venture out to find another. This is SO FUCKING INVIGORATING!
He was unconscious but his breathing was loud and labored. I touched his face and twisted his nose. Completely shattered. Then I fingered his nips. The flaps were bleeding now, two flaps of ripped skin on each pec. I did what had to be done, what I had intended since I first saw him that afternoon. I crawled on top of him and chewed at the flaps, all four, on both sides. I ate those luscious nipples. Completely. Until there was no evidence of their existence other than the bloody holes in his chest. Then I slid down and began to chew his dick, the dick that was too big to fit up my ass, the dick that was almost too huge to swallow, the dick that covered my face with so much cum that much of it still hadn’t dried. I kept chewing and chewing, but getting nowhere. I was going to have to cut it into smaller pieces later.
Rusty’s nuts had swollen to the size of a grapefruit. With a knife, I sliced them in half. As they began to bleed, I laid on my back, head on a big pillow, and pulled the naked boy on top of me. His head was cuddled next to mine. I could feel the warm blood from his nuts draining on my cock, seeping past my balls, between my legs, and puddling under my ass. Then, I poked the knife into his throat. Not a cut, just a single poke into his trachea. Soon, his breathing became more labored, loud, gurgling. I held his head above mine and watched as blood flowed from his nose and mouth, spurting as he tried to breathe, down onto my face and into my mouth. Warm. Sweet. Intoxicating. I drank until his well ran dry and he died.
I had told Rusty I had a plan so he would have to return to the farm. It worked. Now, he had bought the farm.
