Date: Sun, 15 Jun 2008 09:54:07 -0700
From: DVNT Puppy <dvntpuppy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tommy-the-Tease-10

Thanks to everyone who e-mailed with suggestions. If you've got something
to say, e-mail: dvntpuppy@hotmail.com. No dog fucking in this installment,
but I hope it turns you on anyway. Stay tuned.


The barn is cool and dark, so dark that I am temporarily blinded. The air
is close and sweet with the scent of dry wood and sawdust. The distant drip
of water punctuates the quiet. Sounds from the outside world are muted: a
car door slamming, men laughing, a boy crying out in pain or ecstasy (or
both?). And all around me it seems, the solid footfalls and heavy movements
of animals unseen.

Ed and Jed lead me through the large interior into a small room, not much
more than a stall. A single bulb hanging overhead is switched on, revealing
walls lined with bridles, harnesses and other leather goods. One of the men
pulls a large padded table into the center of the room and the other flops
me onto my back.

Overhead, the beams are studded with wooden pegs and iron nails the curious
shape of thin pyramids. Dozens of pulleys hang high above us with their
long ropes draping down, secured to hooks along the walls.

"Stay put, boy." One of the men says. I can't tell them apart yet. They're
identical in every way. "Gotta get you secure. Then we'll get you opened up
real quick."

"How much time we got, Ed?"

"About an hour. Hope it's enough to get this boy broke deep."

Jed pulls two leather restraints from the wall and tightens them at my
ankles. Ed unties a few lengths of rope from the wall and starts tying the
ends to the ankle cuffs. Then Jed gives a tug and the pulleys squeak as my
legs lift off the table.

Ed collects two smaller cuffs and attaches them to my wrists, tying them to
the table legs so my arms are spread out. He places a small cushion under
my head, and pats my cheek, "Comfortable, baby?"

I nod, "yes" and he spits into my face. "That's 'yes, Sir.'" The hot saliva
runs down one cheek, cooling as it drips onto the table.

"Quit jerkin off, bro. We've got work to do. Shit, you're a lazy fucker."

"Don't be such a hard-ass, Jed. Just 'cause you're 2 minutes older'n
me. Shit, you ain't even got the grease yet."

Jed holds up a can of Crisco.

"Two steps ahead of you, bro. Like always."

"Fuck you, Jed. Let's get to work already. If we ain't got this hole turned
inside out quick, the old man's gonna whoop both our backsides."

The brothers step around between my legs and unhook their overalls,
revealing broad, hairless chests. Each bears the same tattoo, a scorpion
with its tail curling around a nipple. Each wears the tattoo reversed on
the opposite side of his body, giving the impression of one man staring
into a mirror.

I hear a wooden stool being pulled up at the base of the table. Jed takes a
seat as his brother pops open the lid of the Crisco jar.

"Just relax, baby. My brother and I've done this plenty of times. Gonna get
in deep and wide, but we're gonna take our time."

The sensation of Jed's greased hands sliding back and forth across my crack
is thrilling and frightening. With each pass, he dips the tips of his
fingers inside. His hands work in tandem, synchronized and experienced. It
takes only a few minutes before my hole responds, widening and opening,
willing his fist inside.

Ed places a small bottle under my nose and I inhale. Heat courses down my
spine and my head starts spinning.

"That's the way, baby. Getting nice and sloppy already. Nothing like Crisco
and dogcum to lube a boy's hole. Shit, Cochise sure loaded you up."

"Go on. Give a little push now, bitch. Let Jed up inside you."

"That's the way, baby. Ol' Jed knows what every boy needs."

I gasp and groan in sudden pain, my head lifting off the table and my arms
pulling sharply on the ropes. Then the pain subsides and my head drops
back. Sweat is pouring from my temples and I'm seeing stars before my eyes.

"Good boy. Good boy." Jed croons softly. "You've got my hand, now,
baby. That's a good boy."

Ed slides the bottle under my nose again and I inhale.

"That's it, bitch. Take my bro's fist. Eat it up now, boy. Give him some
pussy, baby."

"Ok, son. That's the way. You've got my fist, but I'm gonna need it back.

"No please, Sir. I can't..."

"Now, now. Don't be greedy. Give a nice hard push. Jed's gonna pull out
again like it or not. Can't have him walking around with some horny
bitchboy stuck on the end of his arm."

Jed pulls slowly, messaging and slicking my asscheeks with his free
hand. My hole expands again painfully. But just as the pain causes me to
cry out, he pushes back in again. My hard cock pulses and a hot splash
pours over my stomach. What was that? Did I cum? Did I piss? Fuck, that
felt good.

"That's the spot, ain't it baby? That's your cum spot. Gonna hit that a few
more times and get you cummin real regular."

"You like that fist, don't you boy? Want to feel that again?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Oh, thank you."

Jed pulls his fist almost out again before my ass sucks it back deep
inside. My dick contracts and splashes my chest with cum and piss. I groan.

Soon Jed is pistoning in and out. His hands take turns punching inside,
rhythmically pushing and twisting and expanding and contracting my hole.

"Got this bitch moaning now, huh, Bro?"

"Shit, yeah. Punch fuck the boy."

With each plunge, my hole let's out a wet gurgling squelch.

"Got that boytwat talking, don't I Ed? Sounds fucking hungry. Fucking
hungry little ass eating up a real man's fist. Love that fuckin' sound."

My dickhead keeps pulsing, and a slick mixture of cum and piss pours out in
hot shots across my prone body. Each time my dick twitches, it feels like
I'm cummin, but then it stops and builds and builds more, seemingly without
end. I squeal and squirm with each wet jerk of my jumping cock.

"Feel that, boy? Jed's done made that hole between your legs into a real
pussy. Got you cummin from up inside your twat like a good girl. Got that
cunt cummin over and over just like it should. Feels good, don't it bitch?"

"Yes Sir. Please don't stop."

"That's how a pussy feels when it's getting banged by a real man."

"Shit, that's a fine hole. Feels good wrapped around my fist."

"Fuck, Jed, I gotta get up inside there. Move on out and let me get a
piece."

"Don't fuck around Ed, we ain't got time. You can unload later, when
Tonto's done his thing."

"Fuck that shit. My balls 'bout to burst. I gotta get up in there now,
man. Besides, after Tonto's done, that fucking cunt is gonna be too
wrecked. Hold that shit open wide so's I can fuck it."

Ed drops his overalls and steps between my legs. His brother's hand is
still in me. Jed pulls back to the widest part of his hand as Ed slides his
dick inside.

"Shit, yeah. That's hot. Keep you hand just like that. Shit, yeah. Jerk it
a little for me, Bro."

"How's that, Ed? Tight enough for that little pecker of yours?"

"Shit, yeah. You know how I like it. Just like that, Bro. Just like
that. Jerk it nice and slow in that pussy. Just like that. Just like that."

"Shit, man. Look at this kid. Horny little faggot. Big ol' fist and a big
ol' dick up his pussy and he's grinning from ear to ear."

"Shit, yeah. Getting close. Getting so fucking close. Gonna cum, bro. Gonna
bread the bitch. Gonna breed this fucking bitch. Gonna . . . Gonna breed
the bitch. Gonna breed the bitch. Gonna . . . Ah,
gonna... Aaaarrr. Shit. Fuck. Yeah. Take it bitch. Take it. Take it
bitch. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Shi-it, so fucking hot."

As Ed's dick slides out, he starts to push his hand inside while his
brother pulls free. With his other hand Ed reaches into Jed's overalls and
fishes out his brother's dick.

"Alright, Bro. Your turn. Give the pussy a hard pound. Feed it your load
quick. We've got to get this hole ready fast."

Ed's hand and Jed's cock start working my asshole hard. Ed's knuckles grind
and twist solidly inside my aching pussyhole as Jed fucks into his
brother's fist.

Jed's eyes close and he throws his head back. Sweat drips down from his
chest onto my balls as he fucks away.

The sound of the door opening causes him to stop, and they both turn.

"What the fuck? Shit, you boy's just can't keep it in your pants, can you?"

Mr. Davis appears over their shoulders, and in the light from the single
bulb, I finally see the resemblance.

"Sorry, Pop," the brothers say in unison.

"That hole better be broke proper or I'm putting you both over my knee."

"Almost done breaking her in, Pop."

"We'll, finish your fuck and get out to the corral quick. We've got people
waiting."

"Yes, Sir."

Mr. Davis closes the door with a slam, and Jed starts slamming into my
hole. He's quicker to cum than his brother, but he unloads longer and more
violently. His cock lingers inside my new pussy even as Ed pulls his fist
free and starts releasing my arms.

"Shit. Still tight up there. Think this kid can take what's coming next?"

"Fuck, Jed. It don't make a lick of difference. Tonto's gonna fuck the boy
in half no matter how sloppy that twat is."

"Yeah. Guess you're right. Besides, Tonto deserves a tight hole every once
in a while."

"Hell, it'll be a nice surprise for him after all those slack-cunted mares
he usually bones."

The two brother's high-five each other and start lowering my aching legs.

"Alright, pussyboy. Time for your big show. Time to meet Tonto."


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