Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2009 08:49:28 +0000 (GMT) From: Steve Parker Subject: The DVD Tales -8 (Adult-Youth) This is a `real' story and that means there are no men with cocks the size of an elephant's trunk and balls as big as eggs! That is fantasy. This is `real' in the sense that this sort of thing does happen and although a work of fiction, it is `real' enough to be enjoyed -- real people, real sexual organs and real situations. If you want to mail me (and please do) then check the end of this chapter for further information. By the way -- although based on some real characters, it is an extension of my imagination. Remember that as you hopefully jack hard to it! Essex (2008) THE DVD TALES -- 8 Stoop bent over and looked down into Mark's face. "You done good boy. Boss liked the way you ride with him. Seeded you good boy!" He then motioned to Joe and they began to loosen the leather cockstrap and then removed it while Joe used a damp cloth to wipe away the last traces of Tony's seed from around the boy's now reddened and slightly open hole. Joe looked down at the tattoo and then at Mark who was shaking his head and hoping Joe would help by removing the ballgag. Stoop saw what was happening and then loosened the straps and removed it. Mark tried loosening his jaw by opening and closing his mouth. Then Stoop lifted his head up with one hand and gave him some water from a bottle. "Stand up and bend up and down, get those legs moving bitch. You still got to service Bobby and he is rougher than Tony boy!" Stoop laughed as he said it and helped Mark stand, hands still cuffed behind him and aching all over. "I don't want to fuck anymore, I just want ..." Stoop cut him short by pulling his face closer to his with the strap on his collar. Joe just stood and watched. "What you want and what you get is two different things bitch! You wanted fucking and this is your dream time boy! Get with the programme. Now you gonna get fucked by Bobby and you better show him respect. He don't take mouth from no bitch unless of course they got his meat in it!" He pushed Mark and he fell onto his back on the bed. "We need oil for this one Joe. Fix him to the rack like you been showed." Mark looked at Stoop as he said it and then to Joe. Before he could ask what the rack was, Stoop left the room and Joe stepped forward to the bed. "That was hot Mark, you put out good for the boss. Tony was well into you. Never seen him fuck so hard. You enjoy it?" Mark looked at the boy and shook his head. "It hurt man! I didn't like the rough way..." "If you think that's rough, you wait till Bobby starts man. He's one dirty fucker." Mark looked shocked and sat up with help from Joe. "My ass is sore." "It'll be alright in a day or so, you gotta fight through the pain and ride with Bobby till he cums. Do whatever he wants and take a tip from me, speak to him in a sexy way, tell him how big he is and how good he is and all that shit. That'll please him and he'll finish faster." Joe made Mark stand up and led him to the top of the bed. "Stand on the bed and face the wall," he said and helped the boy onto the bed. He undid the cuffs and Mark felt the bed dip as Joe stood behind him and lifted the boy's arms above his head. Before he could ask what was happening, Joe had pushed Mark's wrists into a pair of padded cuffs that were almost invisible on a bar above his head. The cuffs held the boy's wrists above his head, straight up and Marks' arms were taut and he was aware of a noise as Joe tightened the cuffs and then stepped onto the floor. Just then Stoop came back into the room and said Bobby would be up within five minutes. Joe was reaching round to refasten the leather cockstrap around Mark's now flaccid cock. He winced and asked Joe to go easy when Stoop said, "Pain boy? Words to the ears of Bobby bitch! Just keep up the chatter and please him, then maybe later me and you can make sweet music together." Then he felt Stoop's hands running across his body and realised he was being oiled. Joe walked round the bed to catch some of the oil and then stepped onto the bed and started applying the shiny liquid all over Mark's already sweaty body. "Bobby likes to slide bitch, this makes it hot for him!" said Stoop as he oiled the boy's chest, thighs and pits. "Stoop, can I put the spreader on now?" Stoop nodded a yes to Joe and the boy hopped off the bed and then attached the ankle cuffs of a spreader bar to Mark's legs and stood back to see what the boy was now fastened into. He was oiled all over, cuffed high above his head and legs spread a good metre apart by the steel spreader bar. Stoop ran his fingers into the boy's asscrack and oiled the tender opening and inside of his cheeks. "Hook the bar to the bed Joe. Bobby likes them tight!" laughed Stoop and then started drying his hands on a towel. "You want poppers boy?" he asked Mark. The boy shook his head and was about to ask for some water when they heard a voice behind, a sort of growling deep voice and Mark realised it was his next sexual tormentor. Bobby had arrived. He was a little high, a little buzzed and very horny. He whistled when he saw the boy fastened and ready for him and exchanged high-fives with Stoop as he shucked off his clothing and stood at the end of the bed. Joe was standing to attention at the side of the bed like a servant thought Mark, arms behind him and staring straight ahead. He realised that Joe was more used to this subservience than he was. When he felt the bed dip a little he thought it was Bobby and tensed, but then Stoop's hand appeared and he fastened a small five inch chain to the front of the boy's collar and then to a small steel hook on the wall. Now he couldn't move his head back and he felt vulnerable and started to sweat. With the combination of the oil and sweat, soft lighting and shadows, Mark looked more seductive than he could have imagined. Then he heard Bobby's voice in the stillness. "Tony tells me you put out good for him bitch. You better do the same for me. Just to show you who is the boss bitch, Stoop here is going to demonstrate what it means to serve Bobby. Make sure you don't make any mistakes bitch and serve me well." Bobby clicked his fingers at Joe and the boy rushed to his knees in front of the man and stared up at him, hands behind his back and slightly nervous of the six foot tall muscled black master. Joe was looking up at what Mark would have described as a thickset, very strong looking black man. He was about 30 with wide shoulders and smooth skin that had not only a powerful six pack on show, but also a chest that was carved into a near perfect set of pecs with nipple rings in each large and prominent brown nipple. Bobby pushed his pants down and stepped out of them as he looked at Stoop fishing in the bag for something. Without looking down or taking his eyes off Stoop, Bobby pulled Joe's face closer to his crotch and the boy knew what was expected of him. Bobby's cock was bigger than Tony's and was only half hard but was already a good seven inches, but very thick. His balls were surprisingly tight in their bag for a man his age and very smooth, but Joe had experienced their power and could still remember how they had unloaded their seed into his ass the first time two years before when he had met Bobby. They were no bigger than a late teenager's balls, but could still deliver a good three or four thick spurts of jizz. Joe was surprised that the man was not wearing a cockring, but that thought disappeared as he slid the thick meat into his mouth and began to stimulate and arouse the black shaft ready for its ride. As he started to blow the cock, Stoop pulled a paddle out of the bag and stood on the bed and waited for Bobby. "This is to teach you respect and obedience boy. Your ass is there only for my pleasure. You give it up to me and you use it only to please me, get the point bitch!" Before Mark could answer he felt a stinging crack across his ass and shuddered and screamed out as the pain hit him. He hardly caught his breath before Stoop hit his other cheek just as hard and Mark again cried out and tried to move his head back to shout, but the chain kept it locked on the bricks on the bare wall. "Yes master! Yes!" Mark's ass was stinging and then he felt the bed dip and then rise and then dip again. Bobby was on the bed! There was a short silence and everything seemed still. Mark couldn't move his head and there were no sounds. Then the bed dipped a little more and Mark felt a pair of strong hands smoothing across his tender asscheeks. He could fell the power in the hands as they kneaded his flesh and pulled apart the cheeks. A thick finger ran across the boy's tight hole and then Bobby's mouth was close to his ear. "Fuck bitch! You gonna get reamed real good! Please me and I'll seed you good boy. This is your chance to please your master!" Mark stuttered, "Yes master, I will master ... I will master... please, please just ..." The boy's words were cut short as Bobby's hands came around his throat and he felt him squeeze and then slide his tongue into his left ear. "Tastes good bitch. Gotta ride some pussy, so let's get down to it!" Mark tensed as he felt the hands return to his cheeks and then slide around and up and down his oiled body. Suddenly he realised the dull ache was still there and coming from his clamped nipples, a feeling that had been pushed into the background by the brutal fucking of Tony. Now he realised that the powerful black master sliding hands over his oiled teenage body was seeking the chain and he froze with fear. "Out! Want this to be private and hot. Out!" Bobby had stopped his hands moving for a few seconds as he told Stoop and Joe to leave and then heard the door slam. As the noise rocked round the room Mark felt the hot and heavy helmet at the top of the man's thick shaft come to rest against his oiled and still stinging cheeks. He was going to be ridden bareback but once again, he was not in a position to argue. Mark was a good seven or eight inches shorter than the powerful black man now resting his muscled body against his. From the door all anyone would have been able to see was a large, muscled black man, muscled ass flexing and large body covering the boy's with just the white arms tied to the strut above him and his small feet standing wide apart. Mark heard the bed creak a little as the man squatted a little lower and opened his thighs. He felt the slick cockhead slide down his back and then slip under and nudge the oiled and tender entrance to his hole. Mark felt the man's cockhead press against his hole and then the man's breath on the side of his face as he waited for the thrust and pain. "No, no bitch! You fucking think this master does all the work? You get onto this cock and ride it!" With that Bobby tugged the chain between his nipples and Mark tried to throw his head back as the teeth of the clamps bit into his nipples. He shouted out in pain and then shuddered and realised if he didn't do as he was told there would be more pain. He pressed his ass back hard and felt the cockhead slide past his bruised ring and then suddenly with a little help from the man and his own determination, the boy's ass seemed to glide backwards and come to rest on the shaved pubes of the black man. It felt like he was fuller than he had ever been. It hurt. The man's veined shaft was now its full eight inches into his baby love hole.That seemed to please his anal invader as he felt the man release the chain and put his hands on the boy's oily hips. "Let's ride bitch!" he said in a low voice and began to fuck the boy. For the first five minutes it was a slow and steady rhythm as Bobby slid the thick cock in and out of the boy's more than willing hole. Mark's arms ached and his legs were sore from the spreader bar, but he tried to concentrate and then felt the man's hands come round and jack his soft cock. "Get it hard bitch! You don't cum and you stay like this and we fuck till it blows boy! Get hard!" Mark tensed as the man shouted in his ear and willed the cock to harden, despite the pain in his nipples and pressure in his ass. He was excited and starting to loosen in every way with the smell of sex, the hot feeling from the sliding oil and bodies and the slapping sounds of the fucking. Bobby pressed his muscled chest onto the teen's oily back and licked his ear and Mark felt his own cock harden and respond to the man's jacking. Mark could feel the shaft every time it drove into him. He was feeling the man's muscled and hard body slamming into his as he fucked. His assring was burning with each slide of the shaft that seemed to want to pull his asslips out as the head caught on the downstroke. He was now in a groove and his own cock was starting to pulse as the man continued fucking his ass and jacking his teencock. He was tingling and the cum was starting to gather in the boy's balls. But it was now becoming a marathon and Mark realised that Joe's words would really help. He had to please the man verbally as well as physically. He knew the camera was still recording, but his shame was being pushed aside by the pain in his ass and balls. "Fuck me black master! Make me your bitch! Oh God, you're so big, so manly, a stud master! Oh God, it hurts master!" Bobby grinned and seemed to quicken his pace when Mark spoke and moaned and then reached down to grab the boy's hips. "Good boy! Work it bitch! Make me cum bitch! Ride me boy, ride me hard!" With that he began pounding so hard and noisily that Mark thought his body might snap as the muscled top slammed his hips into his ass and drove the thick cock even further into his pussy. His balls were being battered by the man's tight and hard balls as the angle of the fucking had his ass pulled back and balls pushed back in unison. Bobby reached up and held onto the boy's wrists as he fucked him, kissing his neck, biting his ear lobe and slamming hi muscular chest onto the teen's oiled back. He ran his striong hands up and down the boy's arms and banged him hard, grunting and moaning, biting the boy's ear lobes and calling him his bitch and slut. Mark groaned and then felt the man reach under and loosen the cockstrap. Suddenly there was what felt like a rush of blood and tingling in both his balls and cock and he knew he couldn't hold off cumming. Luckily in that few seconds he heard the words he was aching for as Bobby said, "Cum for me bitch! Spray that jizz for me boy!" and then he jacked the boy's cock hard. By now Mark was into the final groove and as the semen rushed up his cumtube and headed for the open wall he shouted out. "Cumming for you master, cumming for my black master!" Bobby doubled his efforts at those words and Mark felt him slamming so hard into him that as the boy's jizz exploded out of his cock it was sent spraying onto his own thighs and parts of the wall by the savage movement of his body. Mark was moaning and saying, "cumming, cumming!" as Bobby roared and grunted and banged hard twice into the boy as he felt the kid's assring flex and pulse and then his own jizz spray in a thick and hard bust into the boy's oily lovetube. He grunted three times more as he pushed his cock into the teen and unloaded more of his jizz. It was dripping a little down between his balls and shaft as he eased back and looked down at the cheeks that were framing his oily and veiny shaft. Mark was exhausted and covered in a thin film of oil and sweat. His arms ached and his mouth was dry and then he felt the man ease the still hard cock out of his ass with a popping sound as the ring closed shut as best it could behind it, but still remained a good inch open. He felt the bed dip and wondered what Bobby was doing. He was trying to peer to the side when Bobby said, "Good bitch, but not good enough. Next time you please me good and you mean it bitch!" Before the words faded he swung the paddle so hard it slammed across the boy's right asscheek and slid off with a burning movement. Mark screamed out and then felt a second and third slap of the paddle and then Bobby stepped off the bed. "You got anything to say to me bitch?" Mark was trying to fight back the tears and wonder what he was supposed to say when there was a fourth stinging crack of the paddle and the words clicked into his mind. "Thank you Black Master! Thank you for fucking me!" "Good bitch." Then the door slammed shut and Mark was alone for the first time that day. He was sweating and his asscheeks were burning. Then the door opened and he heard Stoop say, "So you ready for round three boy?" To be continued ... I am always happy to chat with readers who have ideas, comments, suggestions and experiences to share. Flames I ignore -- friends online I chat with happily. steve14b@yahoo.co.uk