Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2019 01:01:08 +0000
From: whipped@protonmail.com
Subject: Ashland chapter 3

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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"Ashland"

Chapter 3

The next few minutes were a blur. The men argued for a few minutes over
what to do with Ashland, as he stood there handcuffed and leg cuffed, and
then someone said, "Take him to Joe's."

At that, they all nodded and seemed to agree.

The Sheriff dug through a bag he'd brought and retrieved a mouth spreader.
It had a fake skin type material to cover the boy's teeth and a metal bar
on the sides to keep the boy's mouth open. It made him a drooling mess but
would serve it's purpose of preventing him from closing his mouth or biting
or scratching a dick.

After that was attached to his teeth, Mr. Dennis wrapped a thick leather
collar around his neck. It had a little attachment on it of some kind.

Mr. Dennis saw him looking at it and said, "Try to speak."

Ashland said, "What do you want me to say?"

Or at least, he tried to. The thing in his mouth prevented him from saying
anything clearly and by the first syllable he was on the ground shaking.

Coach laughed and said, "It's just a dog's shock collar, boy, juiced up a
level. Slaves don't speak. You try and you wind up tased on the floor like
a mouthy bitch."

The rest of the men seemed to find the sight of him on the floor just as
funny as Coach.

When they were done staring and laughing, Coach spoke again.

He said:

It's my son Jake's twelth birthday so I probably can't do Joe's, unless
things run late. Leave him here with me, let me have some fun, and then
I'll drop him off at Joe's. Won't take long.

Then Coach pulled his wallet out, handed them some money, and said, "The
beer is on me until then."

The men left as Ashland tried to get up from the ground. Coach lifted him
up under his shoulders and got him on his knees. He flicked the collar off
using the remote.

Then he used the boy's mouth.

The mouth guard let him completely ignore the existence of the boy and just
enjoy the convulsions of the wet throat as his dick battered it's way into
it over and over. The gagging and choking massaged and squeezed his cock.

Fuck, it felt good.

The boy clearly didn't feel the same way. At one point, the little shit
actually passed out. Coach Tillman didn't even realize it until the kid's
body collapsed and fell to the floor. It didn't make too much of a
difference though.

He made sure Ashland was breathing and then placed him on his back on the
coffee table. Ashland's head was hanging off the table upside down and it
gave the man a great angle to use the kid's throat like pussy.

He laid his body on top of the boy's body, gripped the kid's head with his
thighs, and just soaked his dick deep before pounding that throat again.

He could feel his balls start to pull up and he knew he was about to
explode when the kid woke up and actually retched on his dick. Coach
Tillman pulled off and flipped the boy over so the kid could empty his
stomach.

And that gave him a great view of the boy's ass. The jock the kid was
wearing showed every bit of his tight little swimmer's ass. The coach
remembered the first time he saw that ass in the boy's locker room and that
he thought even then how tight and sweet it looked. The marks on the boy
from the belt just made it hotter and emphasized the kid's status as
nothing more than a hole.

The second the kid stopped vomiting, he flipped the boy around until that
butt was level with his dick. Tillman's cock was rock hard, all eight
inches wet with the boy's throat juices.

The kid really was a little fag. His hole looked tight as a virgin's cunt,
but it was shaved completely smooth. It reminded Tillman of his own boy's
ass. No real man would ever shave his asshole or have a butt that smooth.

Tillman pulled the kid's cheeks apart, spit on the tiny pink hole, and
rammed his dick in.null