Date: Sat, 09 Mar 2019 15:05:43 +0000
From: whipped@protonmail.com
Subject: Ashland part 4

This is a complete work of fiction. Never do anything like this in real life. You must be over eighteen to read this and all characters are eighteen and older. Never engage in any non-consensual acts and remember to play safe.

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This chapter is a little short, but sets the stage for the next one.

"Ashland"

Chapter 4

Ashland woke up to Tillman rutting inside him. The coach was dripping sweat
onto Ashland's back as he slammed his dick up Ashland's asshole without
mercy.

Ashland tried to fight him off, but it was no use. The coach was strong and
held the boy's head down on the table.

The boy finally surrendered and laid there as he was used as just a hole
for the man's hard cock.

When Tillman got close, he started grunting and slamming into the boy
harder and harder until one last slam drove the boy's whole body forward.

Coach laid on Ashland for a minute as his nut filled the boy.

Then he remembered his own boy's birthday.

Tillman flipped the shock collar back on and then attached the leash to
it. He pulled on his own clothes and spit on the little queer.

Then he decided it was time to go to Joe's.

Ashland

I could barely move when Tillman was done fucking me. It felt like a bar of
steel had been rammed up my ass over and over. I hurt inside and out. Even
my throat felt bruised, on the inside and the outside. I swear it was like
the inside of my throat had been ripped to pieces by his dick.

Coach didn't give me time to recover. He threw on his clothes and put the
leash back on me.

Then he spit on my face and tugged on the leash until I stood up and
followed him to the garage.

He opened the trunk and gestured. I tried climbing in on my own, but I
could barely lift my legs. He wound up pushing on my ass until I half fell
in.

Then we were on our way.

When he popped the trunk, we were in the back lot of Joe's.

Joe's was the only real bar in town. There were other places to drink, but
they all served food and families. Joe's was 21 and up. It was also
strictly a drinking place and pretty much all men. While women weren't
banned, they kind of knew better than to go there. There was at least one
incident of gangrape around Joe's every year or two since I was born. No
one ever went to jail for it, though.

I had never been this close to it before.

I wouldn't see much of it.

Coach Tillman wasted no time getting me inside. He literally picked me up
and carried me through the back door.

When he sat me down, I was in a dark room. I could see some weird table and
the only light came from a tv playing porn.

Mr. Dennis was waiting there for me.

He looked at Coach and said, "It'll be easiest if he's out. Hit the collar
twice."

The next thing I knew I was on the ground and then unconscious.

Connor

Connor didn't waste a minute once the kid hit the ground.

There was money to be made.

The first thing he did was was turn off the collar. He didn't want to wind
up getting tased himself or have the kid hurting a customer if it went off.

The second thing he did was secure the kid on the fuck bench.

The fuck bench wasn't really a bench. Some guys in the seventies had built
it in the backroom at Joe's. It had been added to and altered ever
since. It was at pretty perfect fuck height for most guys and had a ton of
drilled in restraints and cuffs. Connor laid the kid on it and started
securing him. The kids legs were spread wide apart and locked tight at the
ankles. His ass was held down by a restraining belt built into the
bench. His hands were locked down the side in the front. The collar he was
wearing was padlocked to the front of the bench so he could just barely
move his head. Then Connor put the mouth spreader back in the boy's mouth
to keep it open and cover the kids teeth. He kept the jock on the boy so
his dick and nuts wouldn't get destroyed when the men got rough.

The kid actually looked pretty good. Smooth bodied, tight. And Connor knew
the slut was tighter than other whores.

He could have passed for years younger.

After the boy was locked in place and drooling, Connor finished prepping
the room.

He sat the cash jar on the tool shelf. Then he put on a porn called Anal
Cheer Sluts 12.

Then he grabbed a black permanent marker and wrote on the boy's back right
above his ass:

Condom: $60
No Condom: $100

In the other direction, right below the boy's neck, he wrote:

BJ: $40
Swallow +$10

The kid looked ready, but he wanted to make sure the guys weren't reluctant
to enjoy themselves.

Connor taped the signed slave contract to the door so guys could see it
before they came in.

Nobody wanted another rape case and he wanted the men to feel free to get
as rough as they wanted.

After all, the kid had asked for it