Date: Mon, 2 Aug 2021 22:54:36 +0000 (UTC)
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Subject: Blacklist: Tom

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    His gaze fell sharply onto the bottle of lotion as if to drill holes
into it by sight alone. The raised pump, the ample body, the ribbed for
easy to grip sides, all of it called to be used by him. It sang a sweet
siren song, just sitting there at the edge of the desk, waiting to be
used. Maybe if I just do one pump,Tom McGinnis rationed to himself, one
tiny little spurt... itll be ok.His throbbing engorgement stood at full
attention, raring to be played with; it longed for its wet voluptuous,
sticky end. It had been over thirty minutes since he last masturbated, and
the tension in his loins were beginning to mount. No... no,he shook his
head, I dont want to be that person anymore. I want to prove that I am not
like every other man here. I deserve to return to Chiswick, unmarred and
uninhibited by my own longings.The handsomely sexy British actor had made a
solemn vow some time ago to stop masturbating before he left the house, and
only now was beginning to have his doubts. He felt his stiff, irate member
pulsate and twitch between his legs. He knew that he couldnt stop the
reactions to his lustful urges, but he also believed that he didnt have to
capitulate to them so easily, if at all. The dark-haired sex god sat at the
edge of the soft, plush seat, his arms and chest well defined, but not
oversized like a bodybuilders appendages would be. He worked out frequently
enough to remain young, and virile looking at thirty-five, and his
stone-chiseled flat abs were enough to give any twenty-five year old a run
for their money. His muscles were the size of baseballs, and he constantly
flexed them when moving them about. He had been blessed with great genetics
and a seductive smile which gave him a distinct swarthy attractiveness that
secured his laurels as the USs sexiest man alive months before The Great
Revelation. Toms mighty, lightly browned soldier leaked as it expressed its
discontent for not being exercised and trained for battle.A virile sexual
battle that his own body wanted more than anything in the world.

    No, no, I cant - I mustn't,he thought in his head, chastising his
unruly, and abhorrent need for self-pleasure. It felt as though his man
cream had started to thicken and clot in their evacuation tubes, deep
within his loins. The image of his milk curdling into a soft, pungent,
stale cottage cheese flashed into his minds eye as he struggled to maintain
his composure. How he longed to feel free enough to relieve himself of this
burden, but thought that doing so would only weaken his case, making him
seen just as bad as the other men in the immigration office. Over the
months, he had tried time and time again not to debase himself in front of
others by satisfying his carnal, degrading urges... at least in public. Tom
tried everything he could think of to prevent himself from being seen as
another uncouth Blacklister in the States. He attached a rubber bands (on
multiple occasions) to his junk and would snap it against his stiffy only
to have the rubber bands break after the second snap. He tried to think
un-sexual words, and images only to find that they somehow (almost
miraculously) would lead him back to more erotic notions. He also tried to
bang his wife of four months three times a day before she divorced him,
citing irreconcilable differences. The half white, half Mid-Eastern Brit
had told him that she couldnt handle him being a Blacklister as it was
ruining her own acting career. She also stated that he had become far too
sexual for her tastes the day she packed up and left. Just one little
drop,he mused, and a few quick tugs, and I am home free.Another bolt of
muffled pain lanced out at the notion he could end his suffering if only he
conceded to his loins' urges. He checked his wrist watch: two minutes had
passed since the longings had grown.

    He wasnt sure when or if his case manager would be coming back to her
office. She had left the room to consult with a coworker about something in
his case file without telling him what excatly was going on. The woman was
blonde, buxom, and looked like she belonged more in a porno and less like
she worked here at the Office of Immigration. The mere sight of her supple
body had sent Toms already rabid hormones into overdrive. His urges
worsened whenever she moved or spoke, as her ample bosom would jiggle or
gyrate underneath her tight white dress-shirt. If he squinted real hard, he
could make out the spots where her nipples were pressed against her bra (or
perhaps lack of a bra). As if it wasnt bad enough, the office chairs were
upholstered with the softest, most sexually agitating fabrics known to
man. The ultrasoft, delicate fibers grated against his nut-sack as he sat
down upon entering the tiny, almost overbearing, room. It was the most
insidious cocktail of stimulants that the Blacklister had come across in
his life. It was almost as if they wanted him to beat his rigid tube steak
and keep him here in this country. The British soap star was fighting his
more animalistic urges, hoping that she would return soon. He thought back
on how he ended up in this predicament, and remembered that his agent in
London called with an offer to appear on a US soap opera as a two episode
disposable ex-boyfriend of one of the leading ladies. From the moment of
his first appearance, both women and men who watched the series became
enamored with him. They tweeted, petitioned, emailed, and campaigned to
keep him on the series, and only stopped when they rewrote his character to
be in a coma instead of dead from a gunshot wound. The coma only lasted
three weeks as the fans werent sated until he was up and walking around
again. In three months time he had gone from a one-off nobody, to a leading
hunk, to sexiest man alive a year later. Men and women alike would flood
his Facebook fan page with love and support, and even posted lecherous,
forbidden fantasies. Theres that notion again: sex... sex with
women... deep carnal, angry, almost hate-filled sex. The kind of sex that
just drains out every ounce of desire that ones body could produce.Another
sense of agony lashed out at him, reminding him that he should unload his
burden.

    He grimaced with shame and self-loathing, struggling to maintain
control against a mounting tidal wave (soon to become tsunami) of lustful
cravings. Maybe...he pondered, maybe if I am just really quick about it,
and hide under her desk, no one will know what I am up to.He shook his
head, no, be strong Tom. You got this! Dont grab the lotion sitting on the
desk, slather your fat, leaky pole with the moist lubricant, and stroke
your hand across the veiny, hard flesh delivering you to a wonderful,
blissful ecstasy. You can do this man! You have strength of will to
maintain focus and not submit to the unrepentant hormonal longings!He
looked at his thick, boorish, aggressive skin-flute as it quivered between
his smooth, defined legs. It bubbled and frothed with precum in stark
defiance of its masters wishes as if it was declaring that it wouldnt be
silenced into submission... it would not go gently into that long
goodnight. Another palpitation brought antoher does of pain with
it... enough to almost make him cry out. In his mind he screamed, oh god -
oh for the love of god, please make it stop!He stared stared down at his
hefty, burdensome male orbs, and for the briefest of moments and thought
they had turned blue, literally. The British Blacklister blinked, and saw
that nothing of the sort had happened. Instead, he found that his glob knob
was even angrier than before... if that was even possible. Another searing
jolt of torment crackled through him, threatening to only get worse as time
went on.

    Dont,Tom heard another mans voice beg from somewhere out of the
ether. Please dont,the voice pleaded, Im a man just like you! This is
wrong! Dont - DOOOOONNNNNNTTTTT!The Brits stomach turned as he realized
what was happening. Another Blacklister was being sodomized somewhere
nearby...having his [most likely] virgin-tight rectal cavity being torn
asunder by some vicious, lecherous Non-Blacklister. He tried to tune out
the mans cries for mercy, but they were too much. Pain once more reared its
ugly head as the idea of one man brutalizing another only seemed to make
him even more aroused. Self-reproach seeped into his mind as he found
himself wishing it were him pounding the mans hole into cruel and bloodied
submission. His juices dribbled out the lips of his sauce hole, and before
he realized it, he was giving his tiny, dime sized left nipple a little
twist, sending the slightest hint of pain and pleasure through his
well-defined pectoral muscle. The Blacklister leapt straight up with a
heavy concoction of fear and regret. Had anyone seen what he was doing?
Were there cameras in the office watching... waiting for the first sign of
a slip-up? What would this do to his case? Would he be able to leave the
country and go back home to Chiswick in England?

    His mind raced as he panicked at what had taken place. How could he be
so cruel... so careless... as to derive sexual pleasure from the suffering
of another? Tom doubled over in torment after being vertical and forgetting
what it was his body craved. Uhhhhh,he panted, bloody hell! Why does it
hurt so much?The pain mounted as he felt his splooge fester and clot deep
within his body. Rooted inside him, down in the depths of his body (about
where his seminal vesicles, and Cowpers glands sat) his masculine sludge
broiled and churned as it continually cranked out more and more of the
sappy, syrupy goop. His tent pole felt as though it would explode at any
moment and that somehow, some unseen force was holding it together. Tom sat
down, adding further frustration to the moment as once again the fabric
caressed his libidinous spheres. The agony was excruciating, causing him to
shake uncontrollably, and to gyrate his legs, but still he refused to
pleasure himself. Maybe they missed it,he thought as he kept his legs
spread as wide as he could, maybe they missed me twisting my nipple to the
sounds of the sexual assault.The Blacklister grew in anxiety and
desperation, his mind racing as he imagined various scenarios and
permutations of what would take place. He looked down at his watch: another
seven minutes had passed since he last checked the time. Errrrrr,he
muttered to himself, I wish she would come back already.Another blast of
pain seared him at the word come, drilling further into his psyche.

    Just as he was about to reach over and end his misery, the door
opened. The buxom blonde sashayed into the room, her breasts bouncing
playfully with each step. He couldnt bring himself to look at anything
other than her firm succulent wrack. She sat down, and stared at him for a
second, before frowning. She opened his file folder before speaking, as if
to give her more of an air authority and presence of a firm mind. Well
Mr. McGinnis,she started, licking her red, pouty lips, making Toms already
rabid penis strain further. It seems that both the US Government and the UK
government have denied your request for return to your home country.

    Wh-what,Tom stammered as he was finally able to force himself to stare
at her emerald green eyes while he shifted in his chair attempting to
regain his composure. Why?

    Well it seems that foreign governments fear that - for a lack of a
better description - the blacklisted condition, whatever its source may be,
is highly contagious. They dont want the virus, or whatever, to spread
outside of this country.

    It's a virus? Does that mean that theres a cure or a vaccine,hope found
its way into his voice, despite the shakiness from the longings he was
saddled with.

    No, not exactly; no one really knows what the cause is in the increase
in sexual desires for men throughout the US. Theyre afraid it could spread
world-wide, and cause mass hysteria. Foreign diplomats in the US are being
airlifted supplies regularly, while an immigration embargo has been placed
on the US, both by the US and the UN. In essence people will be allowed in,
but not out.

    But I keep telling you people, Im not a US citizen! Im a British
citizen... a participant of the UK parliament... loyal to the Royal Crown,
for crying out loud! Honestly... its like you people just want to remain
ignorant!

    The immigration officer grimaced, thats the other thing...

    What,he interrupted, his anger and frustration seething up inside
him. What possible pile of shite could anyone toss onto this loathsome
mountain of horse manure at this point? What else is there?

    Well...thats the thing; you arent a citizen of the UK anymore.

    IM NOT WHAT?His stiff, leaky jam maker jostled as he roared at her,
unable to control his emotions. Trying his best to quell his rage, what,
pray tell, does that make me? What possible country is going to take me.

    Well -she bit her lip a little agitated, uhhhhh - ummmm....

    Well spit it out woman!Another surge of pain from the pressure in his
loins lanced out causing him to once again buckle over in agony. He tried
desperately to maintain his composure, but failed as his hands fell flat
against her desk, knocking over a few of her knickknacks and other office
accouterments.

    Youre a citizen of the US,she winced in anticipation of another volley
of verbal expositions and possibly foul language.

    Tom grit his teeth as he remained pressed against her desk, cock snot
oozing out of its batter factory. The Blacklister wasnt sure who was more
enraged: him or his throbber. He tried to placate his seething, tumultuous
body once more without touching his staff. A new hope dawned in his mind as
an idea surfaced. What if I could prove that I dont have this supposed
disease?What then?His tumescence continued to pump out pungent, rank
seminal fluid, trying to compensate for the new material that his overtaxed
hormones were creating.

    Ummmm...she stammered once more. Normally the handsome Brit would find
this delightful and charming, but with this turn of bad news, it was more
infuriating for him. Thats what I was checking on... and given the present
state of your - your body, that would be nigh-impossible. Even if it did,
the respective governments arent willing to take the risk of you being a
carrier... that is to say if it is a virus.

    Oh me... oh dearie me - well fuck! Do you know how long I have been
waiting to return home?

    A year?

    A year,he snapped. His dick strained with a rage of its own as the
steady stream of precum continued to pour forth with a vinegar of its
own. Meanwhile his seminal vesicles had now reached double in size due to
the amount of man juice that was being made and housed inside. The torment
of not orgasming at the proper time dictated by his biology had started to
take its toll on Toms body and mind. His emotional barriers had been
vigorously eroded, allowing for outbursts to be more prevalent. Why has it
taken a year for - for - uhhhhhhh,he buckled once more as another surge
rang out through his nervous system, he still was not willing to succumb to
his base urges even now. Why has it taken a year for me-ee-ee-ee to
fi-eye-nd out all of thisssss?He panted in hopes of quashing the chain of
events that were taking place against his better nature. He thrust his hips
to his left in response to what was happening in his body; this, sadly, did
little (if anything) to help his situation. When di-di-did these
sssssanctions come *gasp* come into lawwwww?

    The immigration representative checked her notes, pushing her glasses
back up the bridge of her nose. Just last month... apparently,she quivered.

    Soooooohhhhhhh, why was my-my - OH FUCK - original pet-pet-petion to
return de-de-denied?Beads of sweat had started to form on his brow as his
body went deeper into heat. Blood turned from soup to magma as hormonal
surges grew even stronger. It felt as though his body could melt at any
second from the heat and stress it was under. Still, he persisted in
avoiding the act of self pleasure, hoping against all hope that if she and
her coworkers saw how sincere he was in his endeavors, that someone might
possibly allow him to return to England. Tom panted and gasped, he could
feel madness eating away at his psyche. He squeezed his eyes closed both in
an effort not to look at the buxom beauty in hopes that would make
everything alright. He also squeezed his eyes shut in response to the
increasingly intense agitating pain.

    Well, back then, there was an emergency embargo placed until the
situation could be reviewed and a determination could be made as to the
possible source of the sexual stimulation in the men of this country. Their
findings were indeterminate, and werent brought to media attention in favor
of showing the true nature of every Blacklister in the States. They were
hoping to sweep the whole thing under the rug, which they did relatively
speaking. At the same time, foreign governments expressed concerns for
bringing this diseaseto their shores, and renounced all of their citizens
in the USA. It then fell onto the US government to determine what to do
with these newly acquired peoples. They deliberated for the remainder of
the year, while the Council of Blacklisters lobbied for absorbing those
that were disavowed by their respective governments. As such the bill
titled The Male Sexual Relief and Abjection Actwas ratified and adopted
into law allowing all potential Blacklisted citizens and family to be
turned into US citizens. In short, all Blacklisters and their families that
cross the US border are immediately made citizens of the US, with all the
rights and restrictions therein. Basically, once you come in, you arent
going out, regardless as to why you came in.

    THEY CANT DO THAT,Tom roared. Goop wept from his man-eye, causing him
again to double over in pain.

    All the governments have agreed to these terms in order to keep the
Blacklist epidemic contained within US Borders; it truly is
unprecedented. As I said earlier, it only applies to potential Blacklisters
and their families as it's believed that they are the most at risk to
spread the aforementioned virus/disease/whatever.

    The former British man wanted to continue to debate the situation, and
plead for his case, but the agony of desire forced him to fall to the
floor. Pearlescent, almost coagulated fluid continued to seep out of his
frontal permanent man-wound, sliding down his exposed, straining shaft and
into the perfectly manicured patch of black pubic fur. He laid on the
ground panting and moaning, unable to move in fear of agitating his
situation as well as the overwhelming nightmarish hellscape of suffering he
was being forced to endure. He could only writhe in pain as his
reproductive glands continued to torture him woefully so. Uhhh, uh,
oh-oh-oh god,he begged, please make it ssssstop. I cant - uhhhhhhh - Im
strong... I am pow-pow-uhhhhhhhhh!

    Mr. McGinnis, sir, you need to ejaculate,the woman informed him,
concerned with his well-being. Please... please... sir, just
masturbate... Ill leave the room for you, if you like! You dont have to be
embarrassed!

    Noooooo,The biracial Brit growled, I am stronger than my urges! I will
conquer these desires - THEY DO NOT CONTROL MEEEEEEE!The man yoghurt flowed
out of his piss slit, thick, and heavy with age, coating his flat stomach
with a milky white cheese-like sauce. He was bound and determined to prove
to himself and others that he had some semblance of control in his
life. Had he touched his fun stick at this point, who knows what would
happen? He convulsed and shook, still determined not to masturbate... not
to give anyone the satisfaction of labeling him as just another
Blacklister. The meat tears pooled on his sternum, between his thick,
defined, masculine pecs as some of them just oozed off his ribs and onto
the floor.

    Sir, please,the womans breasts bounced as she came around the right
side of her desk, just masturbate. I, nor anyone else, will think less of
you.

    Just - just help me stand up, please!He stretched his left hand up as
she stretched her right arm to him. He grabbed her as a counterweight to
his mass, while he grabbed for her desk with his left hand. Once vertical,
the spooge that was flooding out of him, slid down his thick, meaty,
vein-ridden cock. See...alllllll betterrrr!He smiled while gnashing his
teeth, doing his best to hold back any indication that he was in a world of
torment.

    But Mr. McGinnis... sir... youre still leaking... abundantly.

    Oh dont worry about that... itll go away on its oh-oh-ow-own.He smiled
and lied through his teeth (literally), its gone away on its own in the
past.

    Well... ok then,she shrugged, still skeptical, if you say so.

    Toms dick leaked furiously as a steady stream of clotted, rank,
man-swill kept seeping out of his one-eyed cyclops. The waves of agony kept
crashing at the shores of his mind as his spam javelin roared and howled
and protested, rabid in its indignations at not being acknowledged. Bending
over to pick up his mobile phone that had fallen onto the floor was not
without its challenges, as pangs of reproach reared their ugly heads once
more. Tom ground his teeth electing to power through the torment rather
than engage or submit to it. Somewhere in the back of his mind burned a
candle of hope that maybe... just maybe... if he tried really hard to prove
himself... he could go home and leave this godforsaken nightmare behind. He
thanked the case worker as politely as he could, exiting the room as best
as he could, leaving a trail of gunk in his wake.

    As he strolled down the isle of cubicles, a few of the men whistled the
standard cartoon-like whistle of sexual attraction at him, making his face
flushed with humiliation. Hey sweet thing,one of them called out, can I get
some fries to go with that luscious shake?

    Yeah sexy,another rang out, what time are you free? Maybe we could get
together, and I could warm my hotdog in your smoking hot buns.

    Hey baby,a third one piped up, are you advanced calculus? Cause youre
making me harder than hell!A few of them snickered at that last ones joke
as Tom climbed into the elevator, trying to cover his slobbering knob that
was punishing him for his lack of hospitality towards his gracious
admirers.

    Stepping into the lift carriage was not without its own troubles as he
found it already occupied by an unpleasant woman dressed in a gray business
jacket and matching shirt. She looked the nudist up and down, judging him
for a few seconds before returning her attention back to the floor numbers
being displayed on the simple LED readout. Tom pretended to ignore her
steely gaze, and fidgeted with his phone, checking for messages, emails,
and his fan page (littered with the sleaziest, crassest messages from his
male fans). One guy flat out said that he would love to stalk and rape him
sometime, even going so far as to detail how hed do it. Another fan asked
where he could purchase the soap stars used bath water so he could drink
it. There were some far too horrifically loutish for him to even finish
reading. Anytime he started reading another comment, his malefic schlong
writhed and quivered with desire sending flares of pain rippling throughout
his body once more. He shuddered and buckled as he leaned against the rail
in the elevator. Nuggets of hyper-aged cock snot blared from his front
man-hole, bringing with them their own special pain. Ohhhhhh,he jounced a
bit as he tried to regain his footing. The doors to the indoor vehicle
opened to allow an exchange of passengers.

    Slut,the dark skinned woman scorned him as she exited through the
parted doors. Three men took her place, all dressed in smart and well
tailored business suits. They eyed the British hunk, and the globs he was
dripping with, sweat gleaning from his lightly tanned skin. His jet black
hair was still somehow slicked back, even after all he had been through in
the past half hour. The five oclock shadow served to accentuate his
chiseled jaw, giving him an air of distinction and raising his sex
appeal. Tom struggled to get his footing a few seconds after being
chastened for once again not serving the whims of his sexual master. Two of
the men just stared at him, as he pulled himself from the angle he had
fallen to, missing the floor by about three or four feet.

    Another glob percolated from its steamy, lecherous dwelling as if to
give a flirtatious wink and say, hey baby, his mouth may say no, but I say
yes.Two of the men licked their lips, staring at his alluring love muscle,
throbbing with desire as it wanted badly to be played with. One of the men,
the second one to enter the carriage, knew exactly what the celebritys
staff was going through by the amount of strain it was exhibiting. He
instinctively could tell that it longed to be petted, caressed, and given
immediate attention and care as he peered into its sad, weeping eye. He was
transfixed... mesmerized by the things beauty, singing an unheard song that
only he could perceive. The Non-Blacklister began to plot and formulate a
plan as to how to aid it in its quest before he left the contraption. Tom,
on the other hand, watched the businessman stare dazedly at his loathsome
phallus and worried about what would happen next.

    The second man spun around and pinned the British stud against the back
wall of the elevator, caressing the Blacklisters corpulent nargberries
sending waves of pleasure rocking throughout the naked mans body. Tom
moaned as he was overcome with the sensation of erotic bliss garnished with
little spikes of agony from his neglected gonads. The British Blacklister
wished he wasnt so easily manipulated and forced himself to focus on the
moment, fear barreling itself back into his thoughts. He wasnt sure if he
was about to be raped or just molested and he didnt want to find out. He
struggled, please let me go. I just want to go home and relax mate. Please,
Ill give you anything.

    The man leaned in, I already have what I want,he hissed as continued to
tickle the head of Toms cream drenched stiffy. He then rammed his tongue
deep into the British studs mouth, tantalizing his oral cavity and wrought
sensations that furthered the nudists angst. The Blacklisters baby batter
blaster pierced him once more with a sharpness as if to remind him that it
was still there unattended, oozing out fun goop and swinging like a dogs
tail pleased to see its master returning home.

    Tom moaned basting himself internally for being so weak in the presence
of another man. How can you be so strong,he thought as the business mans
hands caressed his bare, toned body, and be so easily dominated? You should
be resisting his electrifying touch, his smooth, sensual fingers, his
strong penetrating tongue!He panted as the mans hands slithered and
caressed his toned, tawdry form. His dick ached with a new level of pain as
it longed to be touched by its new handler. The Blacklister let out a
little whimper... hoping on some level that he would be given a sweet
release. The business man chuckled as he found controlling the nude Brit to
be thrilling and quite intoxicating.

    You are so easy to tame,he hissed into the nudists ear. Gawwwwwwwwwwd,
you smelling so provocative... you are making me bone so fucking hard right
now.Tom let out another moan as part of him wished the man would ravage his
taut, lightly browned body. He rolled his eyes back as the man pressed his
thumb into his mouth. He wasnt sure what he hated more: being turned on or
being turned on by a man. Just as he felt the pressure of his loins build
to unmanageable proportions, the elevator chime sounded, and the man
turned, leaving the over-sexed stud high and dry... aching for
release. Toms spunk stick drooled out thick globs of overstuffed, rapidly
aged of jizz chunks. How he wished his assaulter had taken him, then maybe
he would be free of this hell he was putting himself through. If he were
forced by another into orgasming, then it probably wouldnt count towards
being marked as another Blacklister. He might even qualify for asylum with
his birth country. After all, no one could turn down someone who could be
sexually assaulted repeatedly as well as being the focus of other types of
sexually motivated crimes.The doors to the ground floor open, and Tom
vacates the machine even more sexually frustrated than before he entered
it.

    As he exited the immigration office building, he could feel the sun
warming his bare flesh. It took every ounce of strength in him to power
through the pain and frustration that was still being forced upon
him. Every step caused his tall, thick tool smack against his tight,
chiseled abs... little beads of crud sticking to his manly form. He dialed
his personal limo driver so as to let her know that he was ready to leave
this ghastly place behind, and try to reclaim a few shreds of his
sanity. Hey ,he spoke as softly as he could so as to not attract the
attention of would-be rapists, Im done here. Would you please be a lamb,
and bring the car around?He stood there under the hot summer sun, his body
dripping with spooge all the while he was soaked with sweat. A jolt of pain
ripped through him once more, causing him to lose his footing once more as
he waited for his transportation to arrive. The phone clattered to the hard
burning cement underscoring the mounting difficulties that he was faced
with. As the bare-skinned Blacklister bent over to pick up his electronic
device, he felt the sudden pop of a digit go up into his insides. Hey,he
cried out more surprised than anything. He looked up and saw a couple of
twenty year old Non-Blacklisters laughing as they walked away from his nude
form.

    Stupid fucking Blacklister,one of the guys jeered, that turn you on?
Yeah you wish you had this plump dick taring you in half, huh?They both
sniggered as they got away while Tom could only watch with only the
slightest twinge of fear sliding through him. What if they wanted more?
What then? Would he have enjoyed it or hated it? Just then he heard a voice
call out his name snapping him back into the moment and preventing him from
mentally flying off into the ether. The dashing Brit looked around for the
source, and found the limo had just pulled up. His driver got out of the
front cabin and opened the back passenger door to allow him access to the
vehicle. He smiled, relieved to find a change in his fortune for the
better. He climbed into the back shivering as the soft, silky fabric
nuzzled his lardy meat clackers. The notion of beating his sex staff once
more reared its ugly head. He wanted more than anything to spew his special
sauce, but knew that if he did that, even now in the privacy of his own
limo, he would be just as basic and common as any other Blacklister out
there.

    Traffic was bumper-to-bumper as the pair made their way back to his
apartment. The stress he was under intensified, affecting his mental state,
pushing him further and further to the point of madness. Right as he was
about to lose himself in the ensuing mental chaos, his phone rang breaking
up his thoughts. The throbbing Brit looked at the screen; it was his PR
agent. He slid the green bubble, Hey James, whats going on mate?

    Hey Tom,the agent greeted him warmly. Look, I know youve been a little
reluctant to go out in public settings since the Great Revelation, but you
gotta go out and show people that youre not afraid. If you keep spending
your days locked up in your penthouse all the time, youll go insane.

    Yeah, I get that buuuuut....

    But what man? You cant live your life in fear all the time.

    But I was just assaulted in the lift at the Department of Immigration!
I dont feel safe out in public anymore!

    Listen as your agent I am telling you that you can't let your fear
control you.

    I just... I just dont want to be thought of as just another Blacklister
is all. I just want to be thought of as an equal in this country, so that I
can return home.

    Tom... baby... sexy... you are an equal so long as you live your life
without fear or regret.

    Ok, I guess...

    Listen, to help celebrate your return to society Ive got the perfect
thing: a new nightclub thats opening called The Bacchanaltomorrow
night. Itll be great: wine, dancing, loud music, fun all around; youll love
it.

    Tom thought for a moment, and decided that his agent was right. Oh, all
right - Im in! Just no orgasming - forced or otherwise.

    Good, great... check, no orgasming... and dont forget the Soapies is
next week... so youll wanna be ready for that, too.

    Tom nodded, yeah - fine - Ill be there.

    As the limo pressed on, the aching Brit stared out the window watching
the public carry on with their mundane lives. On one corner stood a young
Latino boy, no more than nineteen years old, sitting on top of a
fire-hydrant, beating his fat meat furiously like a loan shark collecting
on a fifty million debt. The kid was awash with unashamed ecstasy, his head
thrown back as he ignored a small group of fat, middle-aged, terribly
dressed men who were entranced by the act. One of them reached out and
grabbed the twinks thick, proportionally sized pectoral muscle as it
jiggled from the strokinon the token. Either the kid didnt notice or more
likely didnt care and just kept going at it with himself. Tom wished he
were as free as that kid: free to stroke off anytime, anywhere; free from
consequence, from shame, from the pressures of society. As the limo pulled
away he could only watch as the twinks sauce finally spewed out of his piss
slit, blasting everywhere; making a warm, blissful, sticky mess all over
him and his acolytes. Tom could feel another surge of pain well up inside
his cock and balls reminding him of the divine treasures that he denied
himself. No, no, my beast,he whispered to his cock, if we did that then we
would be no better off than them.

    It retaliated with another swell of pain, making sure the reticent
Blacklister was thoroughly castigated for his shame and denial. He buckled
over once more as the anguish tore through him, muttering expletives to
himself. Blobs of podgy, senescent legnogg slid down his firm, v-shaped,
smooth abdominal muscles, languishing before hitting the soft textiles that
cradled his cinnamon lite flesh. Tom could smell the musky, foul stench
that his aged cock snot blared outward assailing his nose with its scent
and edging him further into a sexual frenzy. Why,he mulled, why does it
smell so atrocious and yet so alluring?His penis started twitching again as
he pondered all the things that his festering muck produced. Oh god,
please, please, please, make it stop. Please make this sweet delicious
torment end so I can focus on being the person that I once was and not the
man Ive become.Finally the limo arrived at the underground parking arena
that was directly beneath the building that held his penthouse.

    That night he tossed and turned, dreaming (but not resting) of the
businessman from the lift having his way with his body in various
locations. In one dream he was alone in the back of a library getting
railed on by his mysterious suitorwho was coldly indifferent to his
passions and reading the collected works of William Shakespeare. Meanwhile
he was howling and moaning with more pleasure than he ever felt before. In
another dream, he was walking down the red carpet where paparazzi were
snapping photos, wearing only a pair of reflective black dress shoes and a
black bow tie. His cock leaked furiously as the lights from the cameras
flashed, piercing at the unending surreal darkness. Just as he was about to
enter the floating doorway, the businessman popped out from the crowd, and
shoved three of his fingers into Toms virgin-tight ass. He howled, not from
pain, but from pleasure while the paparazzi melted into friends, family,
and a few bullies from school. They jeered and taunted him as he moaned and
panted from the sexual ecstasy that his businessman was inflicting on
him. His penis morphed into a skin colored tentacle with a single eye at
the end which wept with tears of golden honey, shimmering from an
unidentified light source. Right as the second voice of woe crescendo from
his tentacle-penis, wailing louder and louder to almost deafening
proportions, he awoke in a palpable passionate sweat.

    He grabbed his smartphone, and texted an S.O.S. to his manager, hoping
that maybe if he talked it out with someone, he would feel better about
everything. His manager answered, still half asleep, Tom... Tom, calm down
man; go through it again.The Blacklister recounted all of the dreams he had
been having since falling asleep. At the end of testament, his manager came
to one inescapable conclusion, dude - Tom - you seriously need to
cum. Youll feel so much better if you do; I promise!

    Tom shook his head, no, no... I cant let it win... I cant let them win.

    Who man? Who or what are you talking about?

    This place... this society... I cant just be another fucking stupid
Blacklister subjected by the carnal urges of his baser desires. I am a man
- a REAL man! I am not gonna turn into one of those sex-crazed monsters
that I see everywhere I go. Maybe if I prove that Im not one of them, then
maybe, just maybe, I can go home and forget all about this situation and
this country.

    I guess... I mean, if thats what you want.

    It is

    Well, what did the immigration officer say about all of this? Is that
how it works? I mean, if you prove that you arent the same as other
Blacklisters, will they allow you to go home?

    Well, she wasnt exactly forthcoming with that info. But I got the
distinct impression that if I did prove myself, I could go home.

    Tom, its me... be real here; did she say that phrase exactly?

    Welllllll....

    Tommmmm... be honest!

    IF it isnt a virus, then maybe I have a chance to return home. They say
they dont know what caused it on the news nor do they have any indication
as to whether or not they have a cure.

    Ok, be reasonable here; its entirely possible that you may never go
home. You might as well enjoy your extended VISA for now and petition to
leave again at a later time.

    The Brit fell silent as he looked at the sweat and cum soaked sheets,
his body glistening as the moonlight poured into his bedroom, giving
everything a mystical glow. Tom, you can apply again, right?

    He hesitated, they say I am now a citizen of the USA.

    Oh Tom, buddy... Im so sorry man. I know that must be rough. I dont
know what to say.

    Yeah, neither do I

    Just beat off and relieve some of that tension that you are feeling and
well discuss this later after were both in a better frame of mind, yeah?
Now, if you'll please excuse me, I was having one of the most elating
dreams about redhead supermodels who saw me as the living reincarnation of
their tribal god. I would desperately like to return to it if I can. Good
night good sir!

    Good night,the Blacklister disconnected the line, crestfallen from the
conversation that had just taken place. Another blast of pain reminded him
of his gross negligence of the pressure he had placed upon himself. No,
no,he reminded himself of his self-fulfilling prophecy, I mustnt beat off!
I know that I can prove myself unafflicted by this - this thing, this
condition, then I will get out of this mess! I just gotta hang on!Spooge
had leaked into his sheets, and coated nearly every inch of his toned
midsection in a stinky, rank, musty scent. He buckled over in pain as tears
started welling up in his eyes, making them burn and itch. Maybe if it do
it here, in my bed... where no one can see me, no one will know.The idea of
popping off a load of man chowder without anyone finding out was almost too
tempting to ignore. Instead, he steeled his resolve, reached for the pill
bottle on the nightstand, and drank half a glass of water washing down the
over-the-counter sleeping pills that he took when adapting to a new time
zone.

    He awoke in the late afternoon to a sharp pang coming from his
hate-filled genitals, screaming out as agony rocked his nude form. Tears
streamed from his eyes, and the horrid yet delectable funk of his clotted
sauce beleaguered his nasal passageways. The smell had quintupled in
intensity since he had awoken at two this morning when he had called his
agent. The odor forced him into an even further intense sexual desire,
making everything he saw seem like a dildo. The sex-crazed Blacklister shot
out of bed, and into his kitchen, the urge to ram something in his back man
hole now overpowering him. Utensils, and other accoutrements clattered
around him as he ransacked the cupboards looking for something to shove in
his backdoor. Tom settled on the handle of a pot he had once used to boil
noodles and just as he was about to thrust it into him, his cleaning lady
shrieked with horror and passed out. He instinctively growled out of
frustration, and came back to his senses. Oh me,he spoke aloud, oh dearie
me...this cant be good. What was I thinking?Tom strolled over to where the
cleaning lady was laying and jostled her back to life.

    Que - wha happin,confusion and fear flooding her eyes as she searched
his face.

    You fainted, Senora Fitzgerald.

    I did?

    Yes, Im afraid so.

    Why Misser Tahm?

    Well it seems you took quite a fright when you saw the state of my
kitchen,the naked Brit lied through his teeth.

    Jye - jye dee-id?

    Yes, my dear, you took quite the tumble.He aided the fifty-five year
old as she returned to her vertical status so that she could get to
cleaning. Jizz continued sloughing down his angry, thick rod leaving
rotten, rancid, hormone laced chunks to fall to the floor.

    The middle-aged woman sniffed about, face scrunched with disgust,
kay... what ees daht smell?Toms testicles and cock sent another surge of
pain hurtling through his body, forcing him to double over in pain. He
cried out as a couple of tears fell down his face. How long had it been
since all of this started? It felt like it had been ages... when in reality
it had been only twenty-four hours. Misser Tahm, what ees rong?

    Gritting his teeth he responded, ehhh-its nnnothing. I - I have been
abstaining from or-or-or-orgasms; I intennnnnnd to prove that I am
noooooooot a real Blacklister.

    Misser Tahm, dhey say you need orgazm... badly... or you seeick.

    Dont be silly, I-I-another burst of pain chastised him, *OWW* see...he
swallowed hard, fine. Now, if you would be so kind as to get to work,
please, that would be brilliant.

    Oh... ohkay,she was less than sure about the state of his well being,
but went to work. After all, she wasnt about to start an argument with the
man who wrote her paycheck. The odious stench that blared out from his
smooth, supple form was slowly starting to get to the maid. As she cleaned,
the maid could almost feel the funk that was wafting around the
apartment. No matter what she did or where she went, it was always there,
clinging to the walls and the knickknacks that her employer owned. Whatever
that smell was, it was definitely coming from her employer, and it was
making her sick. It started with a mild queasiness and then bloomed to a
full-on stomach irritation resulting in nausea and a headache and
dizziness. The harder she tried to fight off the symptoms, the more
prevalent they became. She was only able to stand the horrific stench for
another two hours hours before she needed to go home. Eye sorry Misser
Tahm,she announced, not knowing why this was happening exactly. Eye not
well; eye need to go hohme. Eye need to get well.

    Tom grimaced feeling guilty about the reason as to why she was
leaing. On some level, he knew it was his loins that were making her sick,
and that it was because of his negligence that she was being forced to
leave. Its ok,he spoke as sweet as he could. I understand completely. Ill
pay you the full wage and we can try this again another day.He smiled as
she turned, grabbed her stuff, and left.

    As the day progressed the torment from the pressures of ignoring his
manly duties were like the thunderous waves of a torrential storm crashing
against him. Some moments were more unbearable than others, but truthfully
there wasnt any real safety or relief from the vigorous ocean waves of
anguish. At times he would stumble and lose his footing while walking
around his penthouse. He tried everything he could to forget about his
aching loins: eating, watching TV, surfing the internet. At one point he
even tried bathing himself... which actually only made things worse. The
soft loofah caressing his bare, naked body teasing his throbbing yogurt
pump moving nearer to spilling its sweet delectable goodness in his
bathtub. The Blacklister writhed and moaned as he grew closer and closer
towards his heavenly delight. Oh yes,panting with heavy breath he called
out, just - just a little closer... almost - NO!He snapped his eyes open
seconds before popping his heavy man chowder out and into his bath
water. FUUUUUCCCCKKKK,he howled at top of his lungs, I CANT DOOOO THISSS! I
HAVE TO BE STRONG! Ill be fine... I just gotta start taking cold showers
from now on.

    He climbed out of the warm, sexually stimulating water, the excess
dripping onto the pristine tile. He grabbed a pure white towel with his
initials artfully stitched into the fabric to dry himself off. He knew
better than to let his dirty bathwater flush down the drain and into the
sewer. Although Tom was disgusted with the idea of perverts taking hold of
his used fluids, he had to admit it was still a great money maker. He felt
that this batch in particular should go for a higher price than normal on
account that it contained some of his semen. He took out one of the jugs
that was provided to him and filled it to the brim before he finished
draining the tub in the same manner. It took him a while to drain the tub
as best as he could before letting a few drops and a couple (or more)
chunks wither down the drain. His massive member castigated him once again
for being neglected. Deep down inside him, although he didnt know it, his
seminal vesicles continued to inflate... growing more and more burdensome
with the aged, clotted, festering sludge. His nostrils flared as he tried
to regain a semblance of composure, drying himself of the water and goop
that now covered his body and hair.

    Night fell one again, and with it came tremors as his body continued to
fight back against the negligence of his unruly, potent sexual desires. He
wanted to whack off so badly, it was starting to consume his every waking
thought. His rank cock sludge continued to bubble up, forcing the excess
from his body while his seminal vesicles continued to expand and grow in
his body. They were expanding at a rate that couldnt keep up with his bodys
semen production, which in turn would only permanently misshapen them. As
bad as that was, he failed to realize that he was doing far more damage to
himself than he realized as his body would irrevocably be changed. These
transformations would make the curdled goop he was presently producing an
indefinite fixture.

    The time had come to attend the opening of the nightclub,
Bacchanal. Taking the silky upholstered limo only added to his aggravation
and as he got out, the paparazzi were quick to snap photos of the strings
of shame slop stuck to his naked, toned, boner-making body. Little bits
clung to his bouncy butt cheeks as he headed past the bouncer. Lights
flashed as they scooped up every image of his shameful, lust-ridden
condition and people started wildly speculating as to why there were white
chunks on his bare body. Each step caused his raging man toy to smack his
toned tummy, leaving more clumps of fetid glop to stick to his virile
masculine frame. Little swells of torment shook his body as he made his way
into the building. Itll be worth it,he thought as he crossed the threshold,
Ill be able to go home and never have to worry about this infernal place
ever again.He took note of the sign in the breezeway: All Blacklisters:
free entry and free drinks.

    Once his eyes adjusted to the dimmer areas that were in stark contrast
to the areas lit ablaze with dance club lights he found that the dance
floor, as well as the rest of the place, was fraught with a veritable
minefield of passion arousing situations. Blacklisters were being pounded
hard against the background of a pulsing, bass heavy music-line. While some
were enjoying being mounted and having their rectums torn to ribbons
others, however, were less thrilled. The blacklisted Brit made note of
everyone, especially the ones who looked like they were getting raped. To
his left he found a couple: one appeared to be lost in a sea of pleasure
while another had his face contorted in an expression of suffering and
humiliation. The man on top was clearly a Non-Blacklister (middle aged)
while the hole he pounded was a stereotypical Latino Blacklister twink
(smooth and almost fully hairless). Tom approached the pair while the
tender, young Blacklister looked up at him, tears welling in his eyes. He
mouthed the words, help meas the sound of music was overwhelming, blocking
out only the loudest, closest voices to a person. Tom stood there
considering the ramifications of attacking a Non-Blacklister so openly and
with numerous witnesses about. He considered the laws and weighed the
consequences against the rewards.

    As he stood there, the top became more and more aggressive, moving
closer to its inevitable finish. His pounding began to reverberate
throughout the twinks body; the kids tears flowed more steadily. It was
becoming more apparent that if Tom didnt do something soon, the kid might
end up suffering some real damage. Just as he thought things wouldnt get
worse, the top through his head back and gave the appearance of screaming
out. Only the slightest of wails could be heard against the cacophony that
filled every square inch of the building. The man removed his softening
prick from the youths misshapen sphincter, as various fluids dripped
down. He smiled and motioned for the celebrity to take a turn on his former
play thing. Tom raised a hand and mouthed, thank you, but noas he turned
and walked away. The Brit could only imagine the damage that had been
inflicted upon the poor boy and could almost hear the kids sobs as he left
the scene.

    Tom looked around the club filled with Blacklisters and
Non-Blacklisters alike. On the center of the dance floor a little flock of
young Blacklisted sparrows danced and gyrated their bodies to the
mesmerizing rhythm. A pair of them were making out, only stopping
occasionally to see if they had been noticed by anyone. They spied a couple
of NBs fascinated with their sexually motivated shenanigans, drinking their
respective drinks, unable to tare themselves away from the duos
seduction. The twink on the right thrust his hips against his mate, dry
humping his crotch while his partner gasped as if it was the most erotic
experience of his young life. The first one (the one who was thrusting)
started sucking on the seconds right nipple while the second continued to
display an abundance of sexual pleasure. He noticed the tent in their
spectatorspants that stood out with wet-spots at the end. Tom knew that
soon enough the NBs would discard their false veneer of self-control and
mount the flock of twinks, satiating their own lecherous urges. Pain tore
through Toms own loins like a bolt of lightning flashing through the night
sky. He buckled over, panting and trying to regain the thin veil of
self-control that he struggled to maintain. He felt his own hole tingle
with excitement, longing to be filled with another mans veiny banger. Once
he recovered from the searing agony, however, he was able to make his way
over to the bar and start claiming his free drinks.

    The British hunk could feel each thud of his schlong as it bounced
against his exposed belly button, wishing that it would stop cranking out
its foul smelling gunk. He sat down on the smooth satin barstool, sending
shivers of lust coursing throughout his body. His sludge factory had
doubled in size (from its earlier state) as the thick slop festered and
decayed, further pressing his seminal vesicles against both his rectal
cavity as well as his bladder. Looking up at the menu, there were only
three or four choices for men who had been blacklisted: Blacklistersshake,
Daddys Delight, Banger Surprise, Marsh-mellow, and BacchusSacrifice. He
leaned in as the bartender approached, WHAT DO YOU RECOMMENDhe shouted at
the man who licked his lips as he stared up at the British stud.

    FOR YOU SEXY,he pointed up at the hanging black-lit neon sign, DADDYS
DELIGHT!The man winked as Tom nodded his head to indicate that he agreed
with the barkeeps recommendation. The Blacklisters tool strained against
its fleshy prison, aching to be played with, seeping with the disgusting
yet sexually arousing fluid onto his lightly caramelized skin. Another man
that was sitting next to him started sniffing about, breathing the brackish
odor deeply into his nostrils as he turned to face Tom. The Blacklister
picked up the sapphire liquid that had been placed before him unaware of
the mans sexual urges overtaking the fellow.

    HI,the man shouted at Tom, COME HERE OFTEN?

    Tom rolled his eyes at the muscular twenty-two year olds sad attempts
to pick him up. He leaned in, LOOK MATE, IM NOT WANTING WHAT YOU ARE
SELLING. JUST PACK UP AND MOVE ON, YEAH?

    The frat boy, porno looking bodybuilder faked being distraught at
having been rejected. DUDE, ITS COOL... I JUST... WELL, I WANTED TO LET YOU
KNOW IM NOT LIKE OTHER NBs. I THINK BLACKLISTERS SHOULD ALL WEAR THE
CLOTHES THAT THEY WANT TO WEAR!He smiled at the thirty-five year old stud,
I JUST THINK WE SHOULD GO SOMEPLACE MORE INTIMATE AND DISCUSS THE IDEA OF
YOU IN CLOTHES! I BET YOUD LOOK SOOOO HOT IN A TUXEDO!

    Again, Tom rebuffed the youths attempt to pick him up. AGAIN, NO
THANKS; IM NOT AS STUPID AS YOU THINK ME TO BE!

    COME ON SEXY! ITS JUST A LITTLE CHAT; I WONT BITE! PROMISE!Tom once
again shook his head as he found the twunks right hand, caressing his left
sticky cheek. Shivers of pleasure soon overtook his rational mind as the
muscle stud continued lightly stroking his bubbly, firm ass. It felt
electric; his aggressor was a master of pleasure, barely making contact
with his smooth supple skin. Tom soon fell prey to the studs sexual
manipulations, letting out a moan that was drowned out by the thunderous
club music. The Brit closed his eyes allowing him to drift across the ocean
of pleasure, panting and moaning at a level that no one could hear. The
frat boys excitement grew as he watched the older man enchanted by his
pawing. Toms eyebrows narrowed as his ardor blossomed, his mouth agape as
his breathing became much more extreme in his heightened state of
arousal. He wished that this moment would never stop. As his one eyed willy
twitched like a puppy eager to see its master again, Tom slowly surrendered
to the young bucks thrall. He could feel his own foul, tainted lust mayo
begin to churn and roil inside him preparing for its much needed
release. WHAT IS THAT SMELL YOU'RE GIVING OFF... HMMMMM? ITS SMELLS
DELICIOUS!The twunk released the mans ass cheek, and leaned over, placing
his tongue onto Toms jizz nozzle, and started swirling his tongue about,
drinking in the soured taste of Toms curdled cream. It made the naked Brit
shudder and quiver as a divine rapture had taken hold and filled his soul
with a buoyancy like he had never felt before. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO YOUR
SAUCE MAN,the meathead pulled away just briefly, IT TASTES LIKE
HEAVEN!Locking his lips back onto the naked mans tool made Tom nearly
breathless.

    NO,Tom cried out, NO - PLEASE! I DONT WANT TO CUM!

    WHAT - WHY?

    I - I -Tom sputtered after he regained his wits, I JUST DONT.

    OK BEAUTIFUL, BUT ONLY ON ONE CONDITION...

    WHICH IS?

    THAT YOU LET ME PUT OUR NUMBERS INTO EACH OTHERS PHONES!Tom dazily
nodded, taking a chug from his beverage. The cumly chestnut bodybuilder
ripped Toms phone off the bar before the older man had time to have second
thoughts to the arrangement and quickly typed in his number, followed by
hitting dial. He then expertly saved Toms number into his phone and
released the Blacklisters phone into Toms waiting palm. THERE - NOW WE CAN
HOOK UP AGAIN IN THE FUTURE! ID VERY MUCH LIKE TO TAKE YOU OUT SOMETIME! I
BET YOURE WORLDS OF FUN!The jock winked at his older prey, got up, and
walked away.  Agony soon overwhelmed the naked man, forcing him to once
again buckle over in pain. This time he blacked out, and when he came to,
he was in the back of his limo, his manager giving him a judgmental, icy
stare. If looks could kill, sharp daggers would have ripped Toms flesh to
confetti. He grimaced as he realized what had happened, I - I -

    Save it!James cut off any further response, Ive had enough of your
bullshit to last me five lifetimes! You need to jerk off, and you need to
do it now!

    The delectable Blacklister shook his head, fidgeting nervously, no -
NO! Im so close... I can feel it! If I cant prove that I am not like them,
then how will I ever get home?Tom pleaded with his friend and manager
hoping that he could win this argument somehow.

    FUCK MAN -James roared at him as the limo continued its journey, YOU
FUCKING BLACKED OUT! IF THE PAPARAZZI SAW THAT - YOURE ASS WOULD BE TOAST!

    I know... I know, I swear I will jerk off... soon. I promise,tears
started to fall from Toms eyes, begging his friend to understand what this
meant to him. If - if I havent been approved to return to England in one
weeks time, Ill blow my wad live on camera for all to see - I SWEAR!

    James took as much control of the situation as he could muster, rage
seething as he ground his teeth. The manager relented, fiiiiiinnnneeee -
ONE week - NO MORE - understood?Tom nodded agreeing to the pact that they
had forged.

    The scent of male testosterone flooded his nasal passageways as the
naked Brit strolled as casually as he could into the gym. It had been three
days since the argument with his manager in the back of the limo and his
current condition was making him more and more jittery with each passing
day. The sounds of heavy metal clanging against one another ricocheted off
the walls coupled with the grunts of men as they lifted and moved the bulky
equipment in an effort to become or maintain being physically fit. It had
been months since Tom had been to this gym, afraid to leave the confines of
his own home unless it was absolutely necessary. His heartbeat quickened as
he scanned the room, looking for a safe harbour that would allow him the
opportunity to stretch and warm up. In one of the corners stood a young
Latino, stroking his rigid member, taking in all of the beauty that the gym
beheld. He locked eyes with Tom, and smiled seductively as he continued on
with his lascivious activity. The bare skinned masturbator, unabashed in
his intentions, seemed to call out to the Brit with an unheard charm that
spoke of forbidden pleasures and unacknowledged desires. Tom was
instinctively drawn to the youth like a moth to a flame and made his way to
where the young stud had parked himself.

    The youth licked his lips, closing his eyes, lost in a sea of forbidden
carnal urges as the clanging of the barbells overpowered the sounds that
Tom was sure that the kid was making. Tom stood there watching as the youth
pleasured himself indifferent to the people and the social situations
around him. His only thought was the release of his liquid white
gold. Little blobs of goo started to form on the tip of his male schnoze,
languishing as it traveled a few centimeters down the shaft. Little threads
of salty man milk clung to the tip of the Latinos throbbing third leg and
the ground wherein a few droplets had hit the padded floor. Tom could
finally hear the grunts and pants that the kid was making, almost
completely indifferent to the one man audience that his actions had
garnered. As the Latinos gasps crescendoed, splooge erupted from the
chambers that held his milk inside of him. Waves of cream splashed across
Toms bare body as the youth called out AY, AY, AY,over and over again. AS
the young man finished, he opened his eyes to see the stunning Brit and his
magnificent schlong covered in his juices. Dude,a faux panic rose in his
voice, I am sooooo sorry! I didnt know!

    No, mate,Tom responded, smiling, its fine; itll mix nicely with my own
seminal fluids.

    Uhhhh...well...I guess,the youth breathed in heavily at an unusual
smell that emanated from this stranger. Excuse me, what is that wonderful
cologne that youre wearing? Its - its so intoxicating!

    Tom stammered, oh - uhhhhhhh... you know, just something random that a
friend gave me.

    Well its amazing,the youths penis started to bounce between his legs
despite having just emptied itself. Can I give you my number? Id love it if
we could hang out and get to know each other. Maybe you could introduce me
to your supplier.The sex powered punk reached up to Toms right bare
shoulder as if to comfort him and alay the older stud of any fears that Tom
might have.

    No, thats OK... I gotta be going,Tom moved away from the young pup as
the kid shrugged his shoulders and walked away, not wanting to pick a
fight. The Brit made his way over to where some bodybuilders were
entrenched with their own routine and werent paying attention to the naked
fellow. Once there, he found another twink doing jumping jacks while
watching himself in the floor-length mirrors. The pups fourteen inch yogurt
slinger flopped wildly about with each bounce he made. It was hypnotizing
and aggravating; Tom stared at the youth enchanted by everything that this
cutie was putting out. It was the sounds of whispers that brought Tom out
of his trance and back to reality. The bare celebrity overheard what it was
that two other bodybuilders were planning in the background.

    Look at that hot piece of rape-bait over there,said one. I bet his hole
will feel amazing wrapped around my cock.

    Yeah man,the other murmured back, he looks so weak and helpless. Ill
push him over to the barbell rack, and you can pin him there.Tom knew what
was about to happen, and was scared to interfere with everything that was
about to take place. Hey kid,the second bodybuilder moved into the visual
area of the kid, and shoved him hard forcing the kid to stumble backwards
before regaining his balance. Youre in my space,he growled, his face giving
the visage of rage and annoyance. The massive dark skinned Non-Blacklister
gave the kid another shove before the twink had time to react, I SAID YOURE
IN MY SPACE!

    I - I -the horse hung twink stuttered, I sorry!

    YOU BETTER BE,the black beefcake gave another push as the kid stumbled
up against the empty barbell rack. His friend, a light skinned blonde
haired muscle god, grabbed the target, and choke slammed him onto the
bench.

    Hey sexy,he smiled wickedly, drinking in the youths scent, come here
often?He leaned into the face of his target, licking his quivering
cheek. The kids eyes widened with fear as he sputtered and gasped flailing
wildly about. The light skinned bodybuilder pulled down his springy black
gym shorts as his hard lust muscle slapped loudly against his chiseled
torso. Mmmmm... you smell so good,he snarled as the trembling youth tried
to fight back against his attackers advancing right hand slithering up his
body. The kid still couldnt say anything as the man hadnt released his
vice-like grip on his throat... only spit and heave. He begged with a
desperate look, hoping against all hope that someone would intervene and
liberate him from this hell. The blonde powerful bodybuilders aching meat
grazed the bare flesh of the youth, sending shivers of terror through his
body. The youth flailed wildly about trying to push his aggressor away from
him as the sinewy studs sodomy stick coated his bald buns with
pre-cock-snot. The twink could feel the goop as it dribbled off his tight,
firm cheeks as thin strands splattered to the ground. Again he thrust his
arm out against the mountain of muscle trying to force away his
attacker. Both men laughed with each attempt of the long schlong boytoy to
wrest himself free of the blondes grasp.

    As the light skin mans rape tool rammed through the boys quivering
virginal hole, the kid let out gurgled shriek of pain. Every inch ripped
his hole into bloody ruby ribbons of torment and agony as the beefcake
chortled with delight. Tears rolled off the helpless boys face like a
torrent of water cascading over cavernous ravine. The kid pleaded in the
briefest of moments when his aggressor let go, pooooorrrr favooooooor, deja
de violarme!The two hulks looked at each other before the blonde clamped
back down after adjusting his stance, making it easier for him to stay
balanced. Blood oozed from the kids back hole as the rectal intruder went
further inside his body. It felt as if his young, tiny organs were being
rearranged deep within by this unwanted intruder. Terror took root in his
face as the image of his intestinal tract being ripped in half blazed
through his minds eye. His squirming and fighting took a desperate turn
before too long as more and more images of damaged innards flooded his
mind. The men took delight from the rebelling Latino as he tried repeatedly
to free himself.

    Were the lights dimming? Why were the employees turning down the
lighting in the gym so early? He choked again as his strength and life
force oozed from his loosening body. He hadnt noticed it but one of his
attackers laughed, hey, looks like the freak is getting a stiffy from all
of this.His eyes rolled back in his head as everything started to fade to
black. His breathing began to get slower and more shallow as his chest
compressions started to falter. The young Blacklisters limbs grew
heavy... too heavy for him to use all the while it was becoming far too
difficult for him to breathe.

    His rapist felt his own beastly nutsack tingle as it made ready for its
grand finale. OH YEAH SEXY,he shoved his tumescence to the hilt as blood
continued to trickle out. YOU FEEL SO FUCKING AMAZING! YOURE BETTER THAN
ANY CHICK PUSSY IVE EVER HAD! I-I-I- UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!Powerful blasts of
spooge pumped out his raging sodomy tool as the bodybuilder orgasmed
repeatedly rammed up into the now limp male. After the forty-five second
gush fest came to a raucous conclusion, the blonde lay on top of his
conquest, panting and heaving, desperate to regain his footing. He stood
up, slapped the Latinos face, you were great kid,he laughed as he pulled up
his gym shorts. The man looked over the flaccid pile of brown skin before
walking away unfazed and coldly indifferent to what lay on the dumbbell
bench.

    Tom approached the body of the twink, and instinctively puffed air into
the blacklisted Latinos lungs with air. The kid gasped and choked,
springing to life and sliding off the contraption and onto the padded
ground. Mistrust and terror filled his eyes as he looked up to his rescuer;
are you ok,asked the naked celebrity as his rank juices dripped onto the
young mans taut chest.

    The kid heaved and sputtered as he started to scurry away from his
rescuer, no... por favor, no mas,his eyes were wide with dread. Please
senor,he mewed and cracked, no sex jyoh.Tom tried to reach out and help the
victim to his feet only to be met with agitation and distrust. The twink
was able to pull himself up with what little strength he could muster as
blood ran down his legs from the injuries that had been inflicted upon him
mere moments before. Tom wanted to help the injured blacklisted youth, but
figured it would do him no good as he was most likely distrustful of anyone
with an erection at this point, despite their level of nudity. It was
probably better this way as another torrent of agony lanced out and into
Toms sex-crazed body. He buckled over once more as he could only watch the
kid stumble away from his heavily glazed form. Sludge sloughed its way down
his ballistic rager pooling near his feet while thick globs clung to his
shadowy pubic bush. He wish the pain would let up even if just for a
second, but this wouldnt happen... it would not end until he purged his
loins of all the glop that was festering and curdling up inside his seminal
store house. Overtly sexual images flooded his minds eye: images of
beautiful voluptuous nymphs bounding around and playing nude volleyball
clawed at his psyche. The Blacklister was overwhelmed with the sexually
arousing stench that was making his situation worse. Another blast of
searing pain tore through him, forcing him to his knees before he passed
out having been overwhelmed by everything.

    Toms eyes fluttered open as sensations started returning to him and
came flooding back to every fibre of his being as he stared up at a white
ceiling that he vaguely recognized. He sat straight up in his wet,
heinously awful smelling bed; his loins had been busy churning out the
disgusting but alluring cock snot the entire time he was out. How long had
he been out? How did he get home? The Blacklister scanned his room before
stopping halfway through his search, and stared at his manager. The man who
tended to him regularly was now fuming... visible anger was radiating from
every inch of his body. He ground his teeth as he shot daggers at his
client, you need to beat off - NOW,he growled.

    A deep sense of shame filled Tom as he looked away from his manager,
rubbing his arm. No,he protested, it hasnt been a week... has it?The
blacklisted Brit wasnt sure how long he was out, but it was slowly becoming
clear that it was his manager who had rescued him again. He sheepishly
averted his gaze from the glare of the Non-Blacklister.

    Do you have ANY idea what happened?Tom only shook his head avoiding the
mans gaze. I found you passed out on the floor of the gym with various men
using your unconscious body as their own personal cum rag. Their juices
have been leaking out your backside for the past twelve hours
straight. Theyre probably still leaking out of your virgin tight hole right
now.

    V-virgin tight,a look of disbelief and confusion flashed across Toms
face as he turned his attention back to his friend. How would you know how
tight my rectum is?

    James swallowed hard before responding, be - be - NOT THE POINT! BEAT
OFF NOW!

    Tom violently shook his head, no, I think not.He cut off his manager
before James could utter another argument, now if you excuse me, I want
something to munch on; I am quite peckish.

    Youre out of food,James gave a soft response, a little fearful of being
judged further. James could feel an all too familiar tightening sensation
in his slacks as the image of Tom passed out on the gym floor with some
random gym bunny thrusting deep into his backside, grunting and moaning
with each push, ran through his mind. He remembered how helpless his buddy
was... how warm and sticky the celebritys rectum felt as it wrapped around
his firm, engorged - NO - he couldnt afford to indulge in those
fantasies. He had to help his distractingly handsome sexy client and his
smooth, lightly browned epidermis, no matter what wicked desires floated
into sex-addled brain. Youll need to go to the grocery store at some point
today. Meanwhile, I received a report that your maid is refusing to come
into work anymore. She says quote rotting stench that fills his
house... has become too much for meend quote. Wanna tell me what thats all
about?

    I have no bloody idea what she is going on about,Tom shrugged as he put
his shoes on for the day.

    James breathed, soaking up all of the hormones and pheromones that his
client's cock was spewing without either of them realizing what was
happening. Yeah, I guess... I dont smell anything wretched or rancid
here. If anything, I have to wonder what that amazing smell is... it
smells... glorious! Like... like... I cant really place it. All I know is
that I want more of it, and I want to - errr, ummm - well never mind. Ill
leave; I gotta get back to the office and get stuff done. Youre not my only
client, even if you are my best one.

    Alright, Ill see you later then.

    After Tom ate some of the breakfast that he had delivered, he decided
that it was high time for him to venture back out into the world. Normally,
he would have the groceries delivered to his home, however he knew that if
he didnt leave his house, he might end up getting labeled as a true
Blacklister. After all, if he wasnt a Blacklister, he would have no reason
to keep himself cooped up in his house all day. No regular real man would
be afraid to go into public, after all.

    The limo driver came around, blasting out sounds of hardcore metal
before shutting off the stereo system. She got out, and smiled, so, where
to?She opened the door that was located at the back of the vehicle as she
so often did.

    Were gonna go to the nearby Ralphs off the corner of Third and Maine.

    Sounds like a plan chief,she shut the door as he climbed in. Shivers of
passion coursed through his body as his meaty nuts and bubbly ass cheeks
grazed the rose red velour interior. His floppy dick shot straight up,
never missing a beat on pumping out more of his rancid, globby cock
snot. The Blacklister buckled over again as pain seared every nerve ending
like divine wrath rending the heavens entwine. More images of slutty,
beautiful ladies penetrated his mind, followed by the notion of some alpha
male taring up his backside. Hidden inside, where few could see, the size
of the Brits seminal vesicles continued to swell, making room for his
rotten man goo. Whether he cared to admit it or not, he was entering dire
straits and causing his body irreparable damage by not unleashing his
special sauce from its soon-to-be cavernous accommodations. The urge to
masturbate was never far from his thoughts at all times. Every three
minutes the image of his apoplectic fuddy chuddy spraying its lust stew all
over the place would also bleed through his sex-aberrant fantasies.

    Just one tug,Tom bargained with himself. Just one quick stroke, and
that will stop these urges for good. If I run my hand over my shivering
pole, it will get rid of every nasty, dirty thought. NO... no,the
Blacklister shook his head, no... Im better than all of them. I dont yield
or engage in EVERY sexual urge that enters my mind. I just - I just gotta
focus and think of unsexual
things. Nuns... buns... food... nude... dudes... hot, luscious, leaking man
poles... angry, throbbing... dripping with white hot fluids - NO! I will
overcome this! I am stronger than my sexual desires!

    Tom looked up from his raging stiffy to find that the limo had come to
a stop. They were in front of the grocery store in one of numerous
available parking spots. She had selected to pull into one of the spots
that was the closest to the doors that she could get without taking a
handicap or expectant mothers spot. The bare-skinned British stud slid off
the velour covered seat cushions, ignoring another blast of agonizing woe
exploding throughout his body. As he stood up, he shuddered trying to work
his way past the sensations flooding his body and mind. His one eyed willy
wept corpulent tears of cottage man cheese that sloshed against his warm,
tight abs. Every movement had become an uphill for him at this point as he
struggled against the pain that racked his tawdry, lusty frame. As bad as
it was right now, far in the back of his thoughts he knew that his
suffering would only get worse for each day that passed without attending
to his own sexual needs.

    He entered the building, passing by a couple that were deep in the
process of love making just feet from outside of the range of the electric
eye that triggered the automated double doors. The celebrity squirmed as he
couldnt help but be an unwilling witness in their passionate love
making. Every thrust had the bottom going OH GODor uggggghhhh... dont
stopas his top slammed into his eager, dripping hungry hole. Tom remembered
how some men were all too happy to participate in The New World Order,
offering themselves up at a moments notice... or rather, lack
thereof. Above all other Balcklisters, he loathed them most of all. The
ones who enjoyed it, the ones who relished in it, the ones who begged for
more... they were all the lowest of the low. Still, part of him wished that
he would just give in and enjoy being some Non-Blacklisters
boytoy... offering his body up without reservation or a second
thought. Part of him craved not only the sensation, but also the attention
that would be lavished upon him. Every man would look at him with lust and
desire, longing to be with him, and him alone; maybe he could marry one of
them.

    Excuse me sir,a feminine voice snapped him out of his reverie, are you
ok?

    He shook his head, why yes... yes... sorry, I was just lost in
thought.He grabbed the nearest grocery cart, and started making his way
past the people. Blacklisters dotted the crowds of Non-Blacklisters as men
and women went about buying food and grabbing things off the
shelves. People were coming and going, ignoring the occasional clumps of
men giving themselves over to their uncouth urges.

    Just then, a scream ripped through the throngs of shoppers, HELP -
SOMEONE HELP ME! PLEASE SOMEONE, ANYONE STOP HIM! DONT JUST STAND
THERE!Toms heartbeat quickened as he knew what was taking place and he
tried to resist the compulsion to go straight to its source and investigate
the event for himself. OH GOD - HES - HE'S RAPING ME,his suspicions were
confirmed. His own twanger punished him once more as it also knew what was
happening and what it was that he was missing. The idea of two men going
at, one giving over to his own primal urges while the other was having
something fleshy jammed up in his insides turned the Brits crank. Ohhhh,
how he longed to be released from this self-imposed prison. His knuckles
paled as he clamped down onto the push bar of the glistening metal
contraption while the room spun out of control.

    He looked up as another woman approached him, sir, are you ok?Tom
lazily nodded a confirmation, oh god, what is that smell!The grocery
shopper wrinkled her face in disgust as she tried to swat the rancid stench
that was rolling up her nasal passageways. Oh god, it's YOU! What in the
name of all that is decent are you using for a cologne? Whatever it is,
they should ban it immediately and never make it EVER again! God, it's so
disgusting! It smells worse than any skunk stench - EVER! Itll take days,
maybe WEEKS, to get that smell out of my clothes!She backed away quickly in
order to regain her composure, but her clothes still reeked of Toms foul,
noxious odor.

    OH GOD - NO - NO - NOOOOOOOOOOO,the mans shrieks ricocheted against the
walls of the grocery store. Tom knew the guy was being brutally sodomized
against his will; each pant, each scream made the Brits meat throb with
desire. He wanted to be a part of the assault desperately, but his cock
couldnt make up its mind if it wanted to be the victim... or the rapist. It
punished and shredded against the Brits toned, tanned body, forcing the
stud muffin to suffer for its lack of appeasement. If he wasnt going to
play with it, then he would rue the decision to ignore its increasing
appetites. He knelt down in the middle of the isle as his globby sludge
coated his massive member. Men stared at the enverated hunk as he
prostrated himself on the cold laminated flooring that had been scuffed and
dirtied through daily use. A group of women whispered to one another as
they wondered as to why some man would put himself in such an awkward
position. They speculated that it was some new way of propositioning men,
and left in disgust. Toms body was dripping with a sheen of sweat as the
unseen victim screamed out again, agony shaking his voice, torment cutting
its way through the core of his very being. The victims lamentable cries
for mercy were only being met with cold-hearted, painful, wretched slams
from his attacker. Finally, the screams subsided only to be replaced with
the sounds of the rapist panting and moaning indicating that he was
orgasming inside his victims fuck hole. The celeb was left wishing for his
own release, while other men were licking their lips and contemplating as
to whether or not Tom was worthy of domination.

    Tom stood up, chunky bits of cum slipping down his sweat drenched body,
muscles spasming in concert with his motions to regain his footing. He
panted and moaned softly as he forced himself to push his grocery cart
forward and continue his shopping experience. Sometime later, after
acquiring Blacklister approved milkshake supplies, he came upon a young man
being nailed by some lecherous old fart who couldnt have been less than
sixty-five. The kid looked like he was in misery as the old man thrust his
fuck pole up the youths chute. The man was clearly lost in ecstasy,
relishing every thrust as a delectable and sumptuous feast for his angered
passion pole. Meanwhile, the kid was begging his attacker, deja de cojerme,
senor! Me dule mucho! Por favor! PORRRRRR FAVORRRRRR!The old codger wrapped
his arms around the kids taut, sensual stomach, arching his body back
before slamming his rape stick deeper into his victim. The twink screamed
out, POR FAVORRRR - NO ME MOLESTES! PORRRRR FAVVVOOOORRRRR!The kids shaft
was busy cranking out spicy Hispanic spunk as little droplets trickled down
his spicy crotch and onto the oranges the man had the youth pinned against.

    Oh, *pant* you are *grunt* such a *huff* fucking tease! Dont act *puff*
like you dont want it *pant* you slut!The man continued railing on the poor
twink, harder and harder using his body mass as he inched his way to the
explosive conclusion. Every thrust was met with a raucous shriek and each
removal was gifted with a plea for the man to stop. UHH, UHH, UHHH, OH FUCK
KID! YOURE SO FUCKING AHHHHHHHH-UHHHHHHH!Tom watched, frozen in place as
the man creamed the clock of what he could only assume to be a stock room
boy. The old man quivered as the last bits of cock snot filled in the
youths innards. Thanks kid,he tussled the boys hair as he walked away. You
were amazing; five star service all around. Ill be sure to tell your
manager just that.The young Latino crumpled to the floor, bawling his eyes
out as he rubbed his inflamed hole. The British Blacklister wanted nothing
more than to comfort the boy, but was afraid that the kid would lash out at
him like the last one did. He only stood there watching as the old mans
male snot ooze out of his victims flaring sphincter. The kid mewed and
whimpered as he lay on the ground, people passing him by all the while
ignoring his sobs of anguish. Just then a twenty something Non-Blacklister
came up to him.

    There, there... poor thing,he cooed, let me help you up. I cant help
but want to aid helpless... vulnerable... supple, young men such as
yourself. Has anyone told you that you are fucking boner material?The
twenty-something beefcake unzipped and pulled his pants down. Oh fuck
man,the frat looking boy started thrusting into the twinks burning
backside. You are so warm, and that leftover jizz feels amazing drizzling
onto my fuck stick. How does anyone NOT rape you constantly?The Latino
convulsed as his new attacker continued sliding his pole deeper into his
twink cave. The frat boy clamped onto the kids shoulders as the helpless
victim screamed out in agony and terror. Tom was mesmerized by what he was
witnessing as his curdled sauce percolated up and out of his jizz lips. The
fraternity stallion slammed hard into the kid knocking what fruit that
remained from off the display and onto the floor.

    Youre picking that up,a fully clothed older man with an apron barked as
he walked up to the couple.Is everything to your liking sir? Can I get you
anything, or anyone else?

    No thanks,the young stud huffed, hes truly amazing. I can see why hes
so popular.

    Yes, hes one of our more popular stock room boys. Hes quite the little
whore: men young and old cant stop raping him. He takes as many as forty to
fifty dicks a day. And after all of that, he still feels tight and silky
inside.  Wow - really?

    The man who was most likely the kids manager nodded and smiled, yes
sir, hes quite the youthful miracle. You know, you can take him home for a
night of fun for just $100... or $50 if you are a student yourself.

    Wow - thats quite the bargain! His ass could easily go as high as a
grand, Id say. You got yourself a deal!

    The man was surprised by this turn of events, thank you... thank you so
much! Hes off at six if you want to come by and pick him up. Hell be ready
and waiting just for you by the loading docks. Just make sure you have your
ID ready; cash only.

    Ok,the frat boy smiled looking at his new toy, grabbing his hair. Hear
that sexy, youre mine all night long! We are gonna have such fun taring
your hole up over and over again!

    Remember his shift starts nine a.m. sharp, and if he isnt on time,
well, therell be hell to pay.

    Not to worry, hell be there with bells on, and his hole dripping with
my love juices. He may be a little worn out, but hell be there.

    Ok then; feel free to pay after you are finished.

    The frat boy nodded as he pounded harder and harder while the kid was
being torn in half and vibrating from the thrusts that were being forced
into him. The frat boy moaned as he impaled his new toy, Oh fuck, OH fuck,
OH FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!The twenty-something orgasmed deep into the fiery red
hole of his little victim. After things ended, the young man left his new
toy, broken and shivering on the floor whimpering as the muscle pup walked
away. See ya later, sexy,he patted the stock boys brown cum glazed butt
cheeks before turning to Toms direction. Hey gorgeous, wanna do a threesome
later,he winked at Tom.

    Tom rolled his eyes, no, Im good.

    Yeah whatever... you should say thank you when someone compliments
you,he sneered. Fucking rape bait,he muttered loud enough for Tom to hear,
but soft enough for anyone else to miss. The British Blacklister used every
ounce of willpower to force himself to walk away from the desecrated stock
boy. Just before he moved out of earshot, he heard the kid scream out again
as another man went town on his damaged hole.

    The kids innards must be pureed by now,the Blacklister thought to
himself.

    Ten minutes later, Tom found himself at a checkout line being manned by
an older biracial Blacklister, engaging in sex while checking out
customers. Di-di-did y-y-y-y - oh god - find everythinggggg you wanted,he
croaked out as another man was going to town on his ass. Tom nodded unable
to form a response as the top ignored everything that was happening
focusing on humping the cashiers brains out. OH FUCK - THATS SOOOO
GOOOODDD!The Brit was unsure if the cashier was responding to the what top
was doing or his muted response. OH, OH, OH,the bottom started scanning
Toms order all the while his top continued fucking the bottom with a raging
intensity. The Brits engorged pole ached and throbbed with each moan and
pant that the cashier let out. FUUUUCCCKKK,the cashier rolled his eyes back
momentarily, smiling, as his top thrust deeper into his backside. YEAH,
YEAH, YEEAAAAHHHH!Another slam and the top smiled as well, while the
cashier let out a heavy guttural moan. OH GOD, OH GOD, HARDER DADDY!

    Oh fuck baby, IM GONNA, IM - UH, UH, UH GOD,the top cried out as he
started filling up his lovers rectal cavity with his lust gravy. As if in
sharp defiance of an expected need for respite, the top kept on plowing the
bottom, never once relenting. The cashier let out a few giggles of pleasure
as he arched his back slightly, and met his tops thrusts with a few jut of
his hips. The top smiled in response, eager to slam harder into the
bottom. Tom quickly took his bagged boxes and left; he was eager to get
home and away from the reminders of what it was that he was missing.

    The need for sexual relief started to weigh heavily on the British
Blacklisters mind. It was gnawing at his sanity, eating away at him, bit by
mind shattering bit. Everywhere that he went he was met with sexual
frustration. He couldnt escape men having sex with other men either by
force or by choice. If it wasnt a Blacklister getting aggressively
gang-raped by a group of sex-crazed Non-Blacklisters in an alleyway, then
it was a young man beating his hard meat on the ground of a public
forum. He was lucky that he had yet to run into a rape gang, otherwise
known as a Blacklist Hunting Party. The overly aroused Blacklister had gone
online in an effort to try to locate some of these gangs, to try to
determine a pattern to the incidents of male-on-male rape. Sadly the
statistics of such assaults had been casually ignored as the laws made it
clear that raping a Blacklister was no longer a valid crime. Instead, he
could only find vivid, sexually stimulating accounts of Blacklisters being
assaulted and sodomized. He read about fluids dripping from other mens
holes, and how Blacklisters werent really men so Non-Blacklisters retained
their heterosexual identities. He consumed plate-fulls of information
recounting stories of men being mounted, screaming at the top of their
lungs, being forced into sexual encounters against their will, all the
while begging for their attackers to relent in their brutal assaults. It
had become a sport for Non-Blacklisters to take Blacklisters against their
will, with a point system derived from a number of factors, including age,
social standing, attractiveness, and cock size. Each group he found seemed
to have their own definitions of the perfect victim as well as their own
standards for determining a winner. Those who scored the most points were
lauded and hailed as heroes in their own right. As sickening as these
groups seemed to be to Tom, his penis, however, had different plans. It
felt as though it were a separate entity deriving pleasure from learning
all of this information. It spat out more and more chunks of his curdled
sex cheese, twitching and flopping wildly about. It kept pumping out the
toxic sludge, as each note was accented with a reaction of its own. He
moaned and panted as he read the graphic accounts, still refusing to play
with himself... even more so than before. He steeled himself against the
stories of men being taken against their wills.

    One story told of a young man being kidnapped, locked in a dingy
basement, and forcibly violated for weeks. He managed to escape when he
developed a cough due to the dampness of his prison and the men called a
doctor who was sympathetic to his plight. Another story praised a man in
bagging over a thousand points worth of victims in one day. He was able to
subdue several blacklisted bodybuilders, and take their virginities while
managing to bring them to broken, sobbing messes. As implausible as it
sounded the victor had included video footage of the men crying and begging
to be let go. Tom violently purged the contents of his stomach into a
nearby trashcan next to his PC after watching one of the videos, disgusted
by the pleasure that their attacker was taking in using them for sexual
pleasure.

    The next few days passed quickly for him as he was engrossed with the
stories that various survivors and conquerors had posted to their
respective subreddits. He had forgotten about the Soapies and would have
missed the event completely if it hadnt been for his agent sending him a
text reminding him of the event. His limo pulled up to the red carpet as he
watched other men arrive (both blacklisted and non-blacklisted alike). Some
Blacklisters wore soap foam barely concealing what nature had given them,
whipping some of the men in the paparazzi crowd into a sexual, carnal
frenzy... teasing them mercilessly. Others, conversely, were slathered from
the scalp to their sandal covered toes in a bright sheen of shimmering baby
oil. Men were hooting and whistling, catcalling the Blacklisters who could
only smile and say thank you as they made their way down the red
carpet. Only a small selection of Blacklisters were dressed like he was: a
silk strippers collar, cuffs, and reflective black shoes. Upon exiting the
limo, he was tasked with the burden of moving down the red carpet to the
entrance of the event. Big thick chunks of his noxious, clotted cottage man
cheese flew every which way as he grimaced from an unrelenting, nightmarish
hellscape of pain. By the time he had reached the entrance to the awards
hall, he had left a grotesque rank trail of his coagulated man curd that
would have caused any woman who dared to be within three feet of it to
vomit uncontrollably and send any man into an unbridled sexual rage,
forcing them to hump anyone within eyeshot. Once inside he found himself a
small, unoccupied table as far away from others as he could possibly get.

    As the ceremony started, he watched as several of the blacklisted men
in attendance, that had entered into the affair behind him, almost
violently beating their own meats and were completely unfazed by those who
were staring with abject horror. His own brown viper once more made its
needs abundantly clear, twitching and throbbing and leaking its venom
belligerently as it chastised its master. Thoughts of raucous man-sex
flahsed into his head, making him wish that he was being mounted from
behind. Tom had yet to learn the damage he was inflicting upon his own body
by denying his more carnal nature. His seminal vesicles had quintupled in
size trying to accommodate the increasing amounts of rancid shame gravy
that his body was producing. The pain from the reshaping and alterations
that were occurring within his body were increasing. Even if he knew of the
maltreatment he was inflicting upon his body, he wouldnt have stopped. He
was desperate to prove himself worthy to leave the country and return to
the place of his birth: what he deemed to be his real home in Chiswick.

    He stared at those who were free and unfettered from self-imposed
limitations. Part of him longed to join them as they mirthfully stroked
their stiff, thick, angry joy toys while another part of him chided them
for their boorish behavior. That same part that chastised them also guilted
him into abstaining from any sexual activities and behaviors. The Brit
shifted and squirmed in his seat as he tried to avoid looking at the
sexually flagrant Blacklisters, and tried focusing on the rest of the
crowd. As he scanned the throngs of celebrities, his gaze landed upon a
very titillatingly dressed individual that was stationed to his left about
two tables away from where he was. Juan Padillia sat glistening, covered in
man jam from head to toe, smiling and laughing as men flirted with him
shamelessly, with another was busy gobbling his spunk maker. Scooge dripped
lazily down his hulking, tawdry flesh with little strings and bits
tethering themselves to the floor and chair beneath him. He didnt care that
the women were giving him captious, harsh looks nor did he care when they
whispered behind his back. The only thing that he cared about was all of
the attention his slutty behavior was garnering.

    When the time came for the best new male actor in a soap opera to be
announced, Tom shifted his focus back to the ceremony at hand. And the
winner is,the voice of the MC cut through the fog of his sex-addled
musings, TOM MCGINNIS for his breakout performance in As the Pin Drops!A
roar of applause soon drowned overtook the room, drowning out his own
distracting thoughts. The journey itself was fraught with its own perils:
the pangs of his enormous genitals stabbed at him, his excruciating
bone-a-mortis-rex bludgeoned his firm, v-shaped skin. As he snaked his way
through the crowd he was able to hear the men hooting, hollering, and
whistling at him, giving him exceptionally sexual compliments on his tawdry
body. The pinches nipped at his beefy, licentious, supple brown bum-cakes
while a few men flashed a call mehand gesture his way. The British stud
ascended the stairs to the stage and the MC gave him a pinch on his left
nipple, and a tug on his swollen sack. Tom let out a soft yelp and smiled,
mouthing a thank youand feigning gratitude for having been molested on
stage. His cock roared at him once more reminding him of everything that he
ignored.

    Thane-thank yoouuuuu everyone for this... uhhh... prestigious *gasp*
award,the under milked Blacklister could barely contain his
suffering. Large clear beads of sweat dribbled down his exposed body
soaking his socks and black polished dress shoes. You-you-you all
huh-uhhh-have n-n-n-no idea what this m-m-m-means tooooooo meeeeee to have
*OH GOD* ruh-received thiiissss award! MY GOD - this is soooooooohhhh
amazing! I - uhhhh, ummm- OH, OH, OH- feel blessed to have
gah-gah-gah-AH-gotten this! PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS PURE - let
me thank you all once more!More chunks oozed out of the tip of his
inelastic, chubby buddy sliding down his pole, hitting his inky crotch fur
before fluttering down and onto the floor near his feet. He once again had
to grapple with the podium as another flare of unimaginable torment
assailed his nervous system. The reluctant nudist cried out [briefly],
begging for the agony to end before taking to the microphone on the podium
again. Sorry about that... I, uhhhh, have been *OH SWEET MERCIFUL HEAVENS*
dealing with a really bah-bad headache fruhhhhhhhmmmm allergies thiIISSS
year.A pool of putrified, curdled cock snot had formed under his feet while
a trail was left in his wake as he left the stage with his award.

    Back at his table, he found one of the studio producers sitting in his
seat. The pot-bellied, balding man who looked as if he were coated with
some sort of disgusting transparent slime winked at him through his
bottle-wide eighties predator glasses. Hey stud,the words slithered out of
his mouth, lets celebrate your win!He patted his lap while Tom swallowed
trying to reign in the bile that had tried to evacuate itself from his
stomach. He sat down on the slimy creeps lap who, in turn, immediately
started sucking on his left nipple. Well I can see someone is already to
blow, huh,he asked rhetorically as he stared down at the Brits lust gun
barrel. My, my, fully loaded and ready to shoot.He crammed a chubby digit
up the naked mans hole forcing out a little yelp while the man wrapped his
lip over his right nipple briefly. You taste so good, and we have all night
to play,he devilishly grinned before licking Toms terror-ridden neck
sweat. The celebrity moaned and whimpered as the man continued to tease and
stimulate his nude, helpless body. The producer was busy fidgeting with his
rectal cavity with his left hand while petting Toms waspish
man-stinger. Chunk after chunk dribbled from his tonsil presser and onto
the mans tailored tuxedo. Ohhhh, poor baby,the man ruefully patronized, you
got your hot soup all over my clothes.Tom could only whimper before the man
rammed another digit up his corn-hole forcing out another squeal. Despite
feeling degraded and humiliated, a larger, more powerful portion of himself
was enjoying the attention and kept him from protesting. The molestor let
out a chuckle in response, taking the squeal as a sign of enjoyment more
than anything else. Good boy,the man pursed his lips, does captain sexy
want more?The Blacklisted British stud found himself compulsively nodding
in agreement.

    Deep in his mind, he was screaming, NO - STOP! YOU FILTHY PIECE OF SCUM
CANT DO THIS TO ME!But the only thing that came out was another gurgle as a
third digit was buried into his backside. The mans tongue danced playfully
across his bare, perfectly shaped meaty pecs and tiny nipples. Tom moaned
as his boner penalized him harder and harder, straining for relief. Minutes
dragged on as the man fondled, caressed, and molested every other part of
the soap stars lightly glazed brown soft, arousingly cut body. Heaps of
chunky globs of cock crud sloughed down his aching, arduous, turgid lust
organ, soaking the mans pants through while piling up between his
crotch. No,Tom panted, plea-plea-please stahhhhhppp!

    Why - why do you want me to stop, hmm?

    It, oh-oh-oh,the man twisted his fingers in Toms rectum as the
Blacklister made his reply, it feels soooo good.

    Then beg... beg like the little whore that you are, and Ill consider
it. Butttt... and this is a big one... if you make any other sounds, Ill
continue; understand?

    Tom nodded, yes sir; please, please, pleasssseeeee stop molesting
me. It feels too good, and - uhhhhhhh-ohhhhhh!The man cheated and tickled
the bare skinned Balcklisters junk bag forcing another moan from his lips.

    Uh-oh... looks like you really dont want this,the forty-nine year old
grinned wickedly. Tom was forced to endure the mans pawings up until the
last twenty minutes of the ceremony. Ok, now lets see what we can do about
that angry, hateful monster of yours.The man plopped the Brit up onto the
table, china clinking as the surface shook. Toms eyes remained shut as he
continued to pant and moan, lost in ecstasy and indifferent to anything
other than sexual gratification. The studio exec wrapped his soft, pink
lips around his playthings tumescence, hungrily devouring his fat-jim. Tom
threw his head back as he howled with delight, your cream tastes
amazing... its the best Ive ever had,the exec pulled away for a few moments
as blobs dribbled down from his mouth. If only there was to bottle it up
and sell it - Id be even richer!

    OH, OH, OH, - YESSSSSS - DONT STOP,the sexually repressed blacklisted
stud howled as the molestor continued to bob up and down on his private man
award. Chunks slid down the execs slimy throat to his paunchy stomach where
it mixed with the mans perfectly masticated salmon dinner. The biracial
stallion instinctively pushed down on his molesters head, cramming his
sausage deeper and deeper into the mans throat. Finally, and with lots of
gusto, Tom cranked out his putrid, aged, festering load down his assaulters
gullet. Days of sludge filled the man, choking off his airway until Tom
finished unloading his toxic, noxious fluids.

    The man fell back in his chair, staring up at the celebrity as droplets
and chunks fell from his lips. What are you on,was the only thing he could
ask. Tom looked down at the mans dumbstruck face as his eyes were wide as
saucers. The fear and panic soon came rushing back into the Blacklisters
mind as he had realized what had happened. He looked down at his crotch
only to find it stiff as ever, unyielding and unaffected by everything that
had happened.

    Terror gripped every fiber of his being, whats wrong? Why wont it go
down? Oh god - why wont it go down?His hard penis twitched once more
taunting him with its rigid displeasure as more chunks soon began to form
on the tip. Quick - suck me off again!

    The studio exec shook his head, I - uhhh - I dont know if I should.A
small twinge of pain lanced throughout Toms body, almost as if nothing had
happened and he didnt just have an orgasm. Jizz chunks continued to ooze
out and onto the dinner plates and tablecloth as panic flowed through the
naked man. He slid off the dinner table, and ran out the door desperate to
find his limo, wherever it may be.

    Dick slapping against his body, the agitated hunk ran down the
sidewalk, shouting Lexi, Lexi WHERE ARE YOU!With every step he took, the
agony that once tormented him prior to the orgasm started returning,
increasing with every smack from his turgid pole.

    IM OVER HERE,he heard the familiar voice call out to him. His cock
slapped side-to-side as came to running stop, goo flinging every which way.

    He huffed, I need to get to a hospital, NOW!

    Ok, big guy, we will; just get in the car and well go!Tom slid into the
backseat, scrotal tissue being caressed by the soft, velvety touch of the
velour. He shuddered with sexual desire while the driver pulled out safely
into traffic. It took well over forty-five minutes for him to arrive at the
ER, chunks and all.

    Help! HELP! I NEED A DOCTOR,Tom shouted, chunks of goo falling and
slinging as he made his way through the ER entrance.

    Sir, you need to calm down, and fill out the appropriate paperwork for
your rape incident,came the voice of the hospital worker.

    I wasnt raped,the Brit protested.

    Ok, well then, sodomized

    Wrong again!

    Well you are a Blacklister; what else could there be? You people bitch
about getting violated and being victims so much it's just more of a
nuisance than anything. I swear, your kind should be grateful for not being
shipped off to an island or thrown into cages only to be forgotten.

    MADAME, PLEASE - PAY ATTENTION! My erection wont go away!

    Have you tried ejaculating yet?

    YES - I HAVE!Toms ire was growing as he stood there.

    Doesnt sound like much of a problem. Just jack off, and go
home... theres a corner setup over there especially for Blacklisters to
use.She pointed to a rusted, grimy metal bucket in the far corner of the
waiting room.

    I dont think you grasp the gravity of the situation -

    Look, if you wanna be seen by someone, you have to put the junk in the
bucket, otherwise you can leave.

    FINE!Tom stormed off to the corner, and started tugging on his flaring
stiffy as he towered over the mucky, scooge coated rust bucket. Waves of
bliss flowered throughout his body as he jerked on his manhood, losing
himself in the experience. The image of the sleazy executive gumming on his
nipples filled his fevered imagination, despite his attempts to focus on
more cumly options. Surrendering to the memories allowed him to focus on
the sensations that extolled the virtues of his current choice of
actions. The tickles and tingles of the carnal activity soon replaced the
aches and throbs that had been plaguing him just as they did before. With
every stroke of his hand relief and elation washed over him like a
rapturous song humming Joy to the World.His frayed nerves were soothed and
a divine rush that he hadnt felt before. He felt reborn... made anew and
wrapped in blanket of heavenly joy. He started moaning and panting, oh god,
oh god, oh god - I need it, I need it so bad. OH MY GOD!Tom felt his heavy
sperm laden nuts tighten and the jism swirled in his testicles, preparing
for their boisterous end. It felt as if nothing else in the world mattered
except for the love and affection he was giving himself, smiling to himself
and himself alone. Approaching the end point felt less of a race or
compulsion and more of a warm, harmonious, loving embrace. It wasnt until
the crux of his journey did he realize the power the moment could contain.

    OH, OH... FUCK, FUCK, FUCK YES - SWEET GOD ALMIGHTY - YEShe screamed as
globs of curdled dick snot splattered against the wall, coating it in a
fatty, cottage-cheese-like fun fluid. Each pellet that passed through his
urethra felt like a micro-orgasm within the already titillating explosion
of man juice that cradled his very being. Minutes dragged on as time seemed
to slow to a crawl as Tom emptied the contents of reproductive organs on
the hospital wall floor, and rusted bucket. Finally, when it ended, he fell
backwards onto the bleach white flooring, panting heavily trying to regain
the strength that he once had. Gripping tightly to a chair that was bolted
in place, he hoisted himself up and staggered back across the waiting room
and to the sassy nurse that sat behind the desk. His turgid third-leg never
once capitulating in its endeavors to remain at attention the entire
time. Now, as you can plainly see,he huffed at her, I am still rock hard
with no sign of softening in the slightest.Shame and anxiety soon came
rushing back as he stood by the desk, realizing what it was that he had
just done. oh fuck, oh fuck,the British Blacklister thought to
himself. What the bloody hell did I just do? I told myself that I wasnt
going to jerk it. I promised myself not to empty my stuff all over the
place. FUCK! Oh god, I hope this doesnt affect my chances of returning. I
hope no one saw that terribly crass display.

    Ok, then, fill out this paperwork, and well call you when a bed is
available.

    Tom slid onto one of the cotton soft seat cushions in the mostly vacant
waiting room. The kiss of the fabric caressed his bare flesh sent tingles
of lust surging through his body. His dick returned to punishing him once
more as a swell of pain caromed through his crotch and up into the rest of
his body. While filling in data for the hospital to use, his eyes began to
wander around the room. There, three seats away the Blacklister spotted a
man that was waiting on the other side of the room, reading a magazine, and
began to wonder how many of his kind the fellow had taken. How many
blacklisted men had been violated by his rigid penis? How many holes had he
ripped apart? How many virgins had he defiled? The biracial studs swollen
love rod throbbed at the notion of sexual intercourse, leaking thick globs
of his man sauce. With the paperwork completed, he stood up and placed it
on the edge of the counter with a slight clatter. His external reproductive
gland billowed for relief once more, forcing him back over to the bucket
and to the fresh leftovers of his latest masterpiece. Again he took to
sexually relieving himself, erupting once more just in time to hear his
name being called. Tom,the female voice called out, is there a Tom McGinnis
here?As the last bits of curdled cream slopped lazily down the wall, he
turned and let go of his hefty power tool.

    Coming,he proclaimed, leaving the contents of his reproductive system
to remain decorating the paint lacquered cement wall. Tom followed the
woman to the back, dick bouncing side-to-side as she ushered him to a room
that was off to one side. Laying his bare ass on the paper covered exam
table, his dick started to strain once more as it wanted to make itself
heard.

    So, I understand you wanna complain about a gang rape incident,she
rolled her eyes as she turned type in some data from the paperwork he had
filled out.

    No, ummm, actually my penis wont go flaccid,the Brit smiled nervously.

    Whatever; the doctor will be here in about five minutes. Do you think
that you can keep your hands off your junk for that long, perv?

    Uhhhh, yeah, no problem.

    Better yet,she leaned over him, lifting his arms above his head. Once
his smooth, hairless pits were exposed, she latched his wrists with a pair
of cuffs above his head. Now the legs,she arched his legs up, making sure
to remove his shoes and socks in one quick motion. Once they were bare, she
pulled out a pair of stirrups, and draped his legs over them while
fastening his bare feet to the pedals. Ok, now youre ready,an achingly
annoyed tone filled her voice.

    Whats all of this for,a twinge of anxiety flowed through his words as
his eyes darted up and down looking at the devices that now anchored him to
the exam table. She had placed some cuffs across his shins that were placed
into the valley of each stirrup that now held his legs, spreading them far
apart.

    This is just standard practice for all blacklisted patients, sir,she
dryly reacted. The doctor will be with you in a few minutes.

    Thanks, love,Tom smiled while his cock oozed harder onto his tight,
rock hard stomach.

    Creep,she muttered as she vacated the room.

    Tom lay naked, half spread-eagle, dick throbbing uncontrollably, goo
seeping from his piss slit. He wondered when the doctor would come in and
what could possibly be going wrong with his body. He hoped that it was
nothing of consequence, or if it were something... it was something that
could be easily or hastily corrected. His bone-daddy ached and throbbed,
longing to be touched, to be felt, to be released of its angry, lustful
urges. His mind swirled as the need for a raucous release curled its warm
tawdry grasp around his mind. Fingers of passion poked and prodded his
thoughts wrending them asunder, pushing him further towards madness. It was
a miracle that he had lasted as long as he had without the sweet release of
an orgasm. Now that his body had a taste of relief, it keened for more. His
penis once more started its steady stream of rank, foul, vomitous masculine
pre-sauce. Bits of his curdled goo ooze its way out the jizz lips of his
raging member, dribbling down his voluptuous meat shaft, and gathering in
his pubes. The blobs sat nestled in his inky black bush before enough of
them had congealed together before falling. Stringy, sticky threads from
clumps that lay on the floor still clung to various hairs of his pubic nest
via strands of sticky sauce. He whimpered and moaned as the urge to expel
his male fluids burrowed its way deep into his brain. Shame once more came
rushing in with the desires, a constant reminder of his longings to return
to his birthplace. The rapping of shoes against a concrete surface with a
linoleum finish helped to focus his sex laden mind.

    Hello I am Doctor Frankson,announced a man who looked to be in his
early fifties wearing periwinkle scrubs and a white lab coat. He had a
large, almost gelatinous belly that hung out from underneath his shirt. His
hair was greasy, and unkempt, giving the appearance of a combover. He wore
horn-rimmed glasses that sat atop his large flaring nose. His arms appeared
flabby and pale, lacking any real definition to them. His eyes were really
the only distinguishing thing about him as they burned with a brown
intensity that were a stark contrast to his aging, pale skin.So it seems
you were raped by...he checked the notes on his clipboard, oh so not
raped. I just assumed by your lack of clothing that you were another
snowflake Blacklister who was complaining about his bleeding sore anus. I
swear to Christ they should just shut the hell up and take it like a
man. You dont see real men like me complaining about their lot in life. So
what exactly is wrong with you then?

    Another, beefier man entered the room no more than three seconds later
after he finished talking. His hair was a chestnut brown and a stark
contrast to the doctors white balding comb over. His eyes were a light
turquoise shimmering against his pale flesh. His face was smoothed lacking
in any distinguishing flaws and giving him a decidedly East Asian look. He
kept his bulky arms (that were the size of baby watermelons) crossed
against his saffron blue scrubs. His pecs bulged out straining against his
shirt (revealing two tiny, but sharp points for nipples)... almost as if
the very fabric was holding back a pair of charging rhinos. The cloth
surrounding the mans powerful legs also strained and protruded as they too
stretched the fibers that were holding them in. Between the mans legs hung
a massive bulge, accented by a darkened wet spot, that dared to taunt and
intimidate Tom as he looked over this more than robust specimen of
masculinity. In every way it seemed this fellow was the opposite of the man
who called himself Doctor Frankson. Tom stuttered, uhhhh...IIIII...ummm...

    Well spit it out, man!

    Toms gaze broke away from the beefcakes body, my cock - it - it wont
ummmm... it wont go down.

    And have you masturbated recently?The bare skinned Blacklister nodded
furiously trying to stop himself from staring at the hulking menace in the
doorway. The doctor looked down at his tablet, I see; according to the
notes here you shot quite the load in the waiting room.The doctor inhaled,
taking in the wondrous scent that was emanating from his patient, is that
cologne that youre wearing misterrrrr...

    McGinnis, Tom McGinnis.

    I thought that was you,the doctor smiled mischievously. Peoples sexiest
man this year. Huge fan of your work; all ten inches of it. Tell me, is it
true that you really sell your bath water online at your fan site?

    Uhhh, yeah actually, it is; I bottle it all up myself.

    Really...do you ever shoot your wad into it?

    No

    Pity, people might pay more for that if you did.

    Thanks, Ill try to remember to do that.

    How often do you jerk off?

    Lately... honestly... none

    Really? Surely you must be orgasming when men are pounding your brains
out.

    Are you asking if Ive been raped or if I am having sex?

    Both...

    Then no... I havent been taken and I havent orgasmed except tonight.Tom
swallowed hard as he caught the tenting bulge in the orderlys pants out of
the corner of his eye.  Well OK then, were gonna run a few tests. Up first
is the blood sample,the physician reached behind Toms field of vision and
with a small clang, brought out a needle still within its wrap. Now, you
may feel a tiny little prick, but thats normal.Doctor Frankson pulled off
the paper wrapper, and held it up in the light, looking for the exact spot
that he wanted to poke. Toms eyes became fixated on the shimmering bit of
metal that would soon be jammed into him. Anxiety arose as he stared at the
medical instrument, his heart rate quickening as his mind raced.

    Errrrr, ummm... dont I need my arms free?

    Frankson shook his head, nope, not at all stud.With a wicked grin, he
jammed the sharp metal right into the Blacklisters stiffy forcing a howl of
agony from the nude hunk.

    WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK! THAT BLOODY WELL FUCKINHURT!The physician
chuckled to himself as the syringe filled with the ruby liquid. A few
milliliters later, and the contraption was extracted from the Brits
tumescence forcing out another cry of pain.

    There, that wasnt so bad, was it,Frankson chuckled again, now for the
semen sample.Tom struggled against the restraints as it finally dawned on
him as to why he was locked up in the first place. These men meant to do
him harm and were most likely being sexually aroused by the acts of torture
that the doctor was inflicting upon him. The physician once again reached
past the Blacklisters field of vision, this time bringing within his grasp
a plastic sample cup from off the tray. Im gonna stroke you and my
assistant over there... hes gonna play with himself, understand? And if
youre really good, he may play with you, OK?

    Fear further wrapped its cold icy fingers around Toms beating heart as
his pulse continued to climb up a mountain of terror that was beginning to
form. He tried to loosen the restraints as his eyes met the sadists
gaze. No, please, all I wanna do is go home. If - if they find out, I may
never get back home. Please dont do this!The physician squirted a few globs
of the lotion into his hands that the instrument cart held hidden behind
the Blacklisters head. Ignoring Toms desperate pleas, Frankson gently
wrapped his warm, beefy sausages around Toms firmness. Tingles of pleasure
overtook the Brits fevered mind as the man motioned up and down on the
celebritys turgid uncut pole. Chunky sludge leaked out of the hunks rigid,
uncut member, dropping down into the cup where it would be utilized for god
knows what. Tom panted and moaned, trapped in an endless ocean of bliss
with waves of joy crashing against his bare body and mind. His arms
strained and flopped madly about as part of him fought the forced milking
while another part reacted instinctively to the sensations that were taking
place. No *puff* pluh-pluh-please dddddont,he tried to force out as near
breathless pleasure consumed every fiber of his being. The doctor laughed
once more, feeling so powerful in that moment... knowing that he had
control of this sex-crazed naked man. Toms eyes were sealed shut as his
eyebrows buckled together and a large grin crossed over his face; he was
enjoying the milking. He both hated and relished in the blessed hand-dance
at the same time. The churning in his balls started making itself known as
he could feel his fun gun moving closer and closer to a bittersweet end. He
didnt want it, but he knew that he couldnt stop it either. Oh, oh, oh,he
gasped as little by little he could feel himself being edged to the crux of
the situation. Finally, he popped, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, IM CUMMING - FUCK - NO
- YESSSSSSSSS - OH GOD, YESSSSSSS- UHH, UHH, UHH!Tom yanked against the
restraints, taring [futily] with all of his strength as chunks of curdled
sauce blasted its bits up and over his head... landing several feet behind
him. As Tom sat there huffing and smiling, the doctor collected everything
that he needed from the bits that had landed on the nude Blacklister.

    There,the man pulled away his filled sample cup, now doesnt that feel
better?Tom nodded dazed by what had taken place mere moments before the
shame and regret came rushing back in. Panic stricken, he wondered what
next hell awaited him. Dont worry, this next portion of your exam will be
quite easy: my assistant here is gonna give you a nice, soft sponge bath
while I watch.

    And this helps in my diagnosis, how exactly,Tom quipped.

    The physician ignored the question, and wheeled himself away from the
imprisoned patient as the hulking menace moved over to the helpless
Blacklister. Tom struggled yet again to free himself while asking to be let
go and that he had just had a bath earlier that morning. The orderly took a
few more steps out of sight before returning with a bucket in hand. The
beefcake smiled, dont worry stud, I wont hurt you... let me show you a real
good time.He then reached down into the bucket that he had placed on the
tray behind Tom, and fished out a dull yellow bathing sponge. Warm water
trickled down over Toms light cinnamon skin, giving it a nice reflective
appearance antd sheen to it. Every bubble that popped felt like a mini
kiss, tickling his moistened skin. Ripples of pleasure soon overtook him
only adding to a growing sexual frustration that he was already
feeling. The bodybuilding orderly licked his left nipple as Tom could do
nothing but let out a little whimper.

    Please,he begged as the hulk continued nursing on his bare nipple,
d-d-d-dont muh-make me orgasm again.The orderly laughed as he continued
running his tongue over the Blacklisters soapy wet flesh, lapping up every
dirty ounce that might have otherwise fallen off. I-I-I,Tom swallowed
trying to catch his breath, I donttttt want - OH GOD - FUCK!His man root
flopped wildly about smacking and sloshing the water that was near his
belly button. Tom tried to focus his mind and steele himself against the
tidal wave of forced erotic pleasures that crashed upon the shore of
sex-starved mind. With each suckle, each lap, and each nip, his will eroded
taking with it any hope of stopping what would eventually
happen. UHHHH-HUHHH,he panted almost breathless at the [lack of] mercy of
the big brute. The orderly briefly chuckled before he continued running his
tongue all over the helpless Blacklisters tawdry flesh.

    Finally making his way down to the fellas belly button, the orderlys
tongue danced around in an elegant ballet of passion, teasing the tip of
the Brits bulge. Shivers of desire ran through the celebritys tawdry flesh
vehicle as Tom squeezed his eyes shut in an effort to drown out the
sensations that were enveloping his body. The beefcake enveloped his new
toys joystick suckling at the teet of his pleasure
pole. AHHHHHH-HAAAAAAA,Tom cried as his sex poker went into the smooth
silky cavern of erotic bliss. He was now swept up in an ocean of
unrelenting tawdry rapture. It wouldnt take long for the Brit to bust his
rank nut cream down the slimy, gooey throat of the wicked hunk. Blast after
blast splashed up against the back of the mans esophagus as the clotted
dick snot erupted from within the Blacklsters loins. OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH
FUCK,he cried out as his lips uncontrollably parted to form an o-shape. He
rammed his fuck stick into the mouth of the cocksucker, thrusting
[insticntively] with every muscle he had at his disposal. Panting he smiled
as the euphoria once again wore off, leaving shame and guilt in its wake.

    OK, so now (as per regulations) we have to check your anal capacity,the
doctor announced as the orderly pulled away.

    My anal capacity,Tom questioned with genuine confusion on the matter,
how?

    With this,the medical professional once again reached behind his head
to retrieve a large implement. It was metallic, long, and looked something
like a cross between a turkey baster and an old fashioned reusable
syringe. Within its confines sat a turquoise liquid that shone brightly in
the neon light.

    What does this have to do with my condition,Tom inquired, glancing
briefly back down at his still turgid man-shake dispenser. My erection
still hasnt gone down? Why the fuck wont it go down?

    Shhh, shhhh,the doctor feigned to placate his patient. This is all a
pretty standard part of diagnosis for men in your condition.

    You mean other men with permanent stiff knobs have to endure this
torture as well?

    No, no... dont be silly... all Blacklisters are obligated to have their
anal capacity checked when seeking medical treatment.He took the baster
like device and rammed it into Toms virgin hole. The Blacklister howled
from the pain, shock, and iciness of the device as it penetrated his
rectum. A cold burning sensation, like that of mint, began filling his anal
cavity, rising higher and higher in his bowls. The Brit trembled as his
physician snickered at Toms levels of discomfort. It burned away at his
insides as the nudist could do nothing but endure this new discomfort that
was being inflicted upon him. Ounce after mind sweltering ounce took
control of his reasoning forcing his flight instinct to kick in once
again. He looked down at his crack as the implement (a little more than
half full) was removed and his anus had been taped shut with another
plastic device shoved in its stead. Interesting,the doctor commented, it
seems that your anal capacity has diminished immensly. According to this
test, you are tighter than what normally constitutes a virgin.

    Tom ground his teeth as the icy burn continued to tare into his
consciousness. The words that the doctor was using started losing coherence
as the pain bore like a drill, penetrating deeper and deeper through his
over aroused psyche. Half of him wanted to shiver and the other half wanted
to bolt straight up and out of the chair, tare off the face of his
tormentor, and run like a raving madman out of the building. As the seconds
dragged on he could only hear the dull hum of the doctors voice as the man
went about diagnosing the situation. Suddenly, as if a miracle on high, the
physicians voice came back into focus for the nudist. Well, I think thats
why your dick doesnt want to go down. You honestly may have warped your sex
drive and reporductive organs in such a way that it is now impossible for
you to stop being aroused.

    H-huh,Tom struggled to form thoughts and words, how is th-th-th-thissss
different from annnnnnnnny other man?

    Well most men lose their hard-ons after ejaculation for as little as
ten minutes. You, on the other hand, dont ever get soft and are constantly
producing ejaculate. Not only is it ejaculate, its some new kind... a thick
almost solid kind... a kind that has some unusual characteristics that
raises mens libidos more so than normal. Ive never seen anything like
it. In the simplest of terms, you are a certified freak. I could literally
milk you for hours on end and could still not come close to purging
everything that you had to offer.The doctor smiled, while reaching once
more out of Toms field of vision, then again, why would I? A stud like you
should be milked frequently, be offered up to the public, and passed around
like a party favor.

    The physician removed the butt plug that was stopping up Toms innards,
and allowed the icy blue liquid to drain out into a bed pan that he had
positioned below the nudist's reveal cavity. He then grabbed another baster
and rammed into the celebritys booty hole. This time a warming sensation
flooded the studs rectal cavity followed by the tinkling of a liquid
splashing into the same bed pan. Was he having his rectum flushed out? The
burning had subsided, leaving the hunk to puff and pant as he tried to
recapture his breath. What the fuck was that,the Blacklisters eyes darted
around looking for some indicator.

    Nevermind about that,the doctor brushed off, I want to get a MRI of
your insides before you go. Well need to shuttle you upstairs to the
thirteenth floor where the machine is being held at.

    Will this actually help me,Tom was desperate to know what
transformations his body had undergone and if there was anyway to reverse
the damage.

    Maybe it depends on what the test results show.

    After the orderly had left and returned with the wheelchair that was to
shuttle the sexy soap opera star, Tom was eager to get on with the
tests. Despite having reservations about going alone with the Asian
beefcake who had forcefully sucked his cock, he was even more concerned
about his situation. The orderly undid his shackles, and copped a feel of
his bare ass as he helped the Blacklister into the wheelchair. Tom looked
at him sternly while the man only smirked at what he had done. It wasnt
long before the couple made their way down the hall and onto the
elevator. Two male nurses stood in the carriage, staring at the soap stud
as his cock oozed out chunks of spunk the entire time. Tom turned a light
shade of red as the two whispered to one another the entire ride. The
Blacklister couldnt help but think that they were whispering about him.

    As the carriage moved vertically through the levels, Toms penis
twitched and throbbed at the mere notion of him being the subject of much
speculation. How he longed to be free of these unruly urges. He would have
gladly sold parts of his body in exchange for being freed of these
compulsive needs his body saddled him with. Hell, he would have sold his
soul to the Devil himself if it meant he could leave this accursed country
and return to his flat in Chiswick. Maybe if I touch myself,he bargained,
then technically Ill still be cleared to return home. Just one little tiny
stroke.The attractive Blacklister took his right hand and ran it down the
length of his girthy shaft. Every lump, every vein hummed with delight as
he caressed it, feeling the power his lust instrument was radiating
with. His cock felt so electric... so intoxicating... so enticing. It was
like he was feeling it for the first time.

    There in his hands, sat the tool of unimaginable pleasure. Every inch
had become a revelation in and of itself. Why was this happening to him?
What had changed since jerking off in the lobby? Was it true what the
doctor had told him? Had his body truly changed in ways that he had yet to
fathom? He stared at the bits that effused from the piss slit, rolling down
the shaft, and into his inky black bush. He continued to stare at his rigid
member, never once changing his focus nor acknowledge anything else. It was
like his man skewer had cast a spell on him and forced everything else in
the world to melt away. Maybe if I orgasm once,he rationalized, they will
forgive me. After all, its perfectly natural for a man to have one
orgasm... some say even necessary.He cautiously slid his right hand up his
tumescence, relishing in every lump, every valley, every fold of his member
as it reinforced his behavior with sparks of pleasure. He let out a tiny
moan, unable to stop himself from doing so despite the desperate hope that
he had that no one would notice his actions.

    Sir,a baritone voice cut into his trance, I need you to get onto the
table.

    Startled, Tom looked up, were here?

    The orderly nodded, yes sir; time to get scanned.

    Well OK then,his dick screamed with disdain, admonishing him with great
agony once more. He buckled over with pain as he tried to get out of the
chair. The orderly proceeded to grab him and assist him in getting him onto
the exam table, all the while copping a feel of the naked stud muffin. The
Blacklisters man beef wildly flopped to and fro castigating him for the
actions of the orderly, more than anything else. Somehow, in the midst of
this living nightmare, he was able to position himself upon the mechanical
table, his dick leaking even more chunks of sticky white hot spooge onto
his body. Little strands blended into the white background of the surface
as he was slowly dragged into the machine. His face twisted and contorted
with agony as he desperately wished for this personal hell to end. Oh god,
OH god, OH GOD,he screamed as his suffering grew to new heights. Someone,
anyone, do something,Tom pleaded.

    Sir, you need to lie still for the machine to work properly,came the
voice of the MRI technician.

    Tom started convulsing as an ocean of pain took control of his
body. The orderly snickered at the mans misery as he was slowly wheeled
back out of the metallic tube. The Asian man went back over to where Tom
lay watching the Blacklister spasm uncontrollably. The beefcake had worked
out what was happening and ran the tips of his fingers across Toms tender
tip. Please, please,the Brit begged, make it stop!The orderly smiled
devilishly and continued to mercilessly tease the overly aroused nudist.

    There, there,the orderly cooed, lets have a little fun before you go
in, shall we?

    Toms eyes widened as fear suddenly took control. His mind reeled with
possibilities as to what could potentially happen. He couldnt decide if he
wanted sexual relief or to remain chaste. He knew the consequences of each
path, and what benefits were inherent with each act. As his attacker
approached, he begged, no...no please... I wanna go home!

    The Non-Blacklister leaned in, and licked the tip of Toms shaft as the
nudist convulsed. Pangs of anguish filled up Toms body to the breaking
point. It was almost too much to handle as the man strapped him to the
table, all the while never relenting his oral assault. His pubes were
matted and soaked with his putrefied dick snot, as chunks of his curdled
man cream dotted the once lush mane. The orderlys tongue lapped up the
rank, lumpy goo out of Toms pubes which sent waves of pleasure through him
and merged with the waves of torment. The orderly laughed as the soap star
convulsed again unable to resist the onslaught of sexual deviance that was
being forced upon him. Finally, the Asian wrapped his mouth around the
Blacklisters lust tool, and started sucking down the cottage-cheese-like
substance. He hungrily devoured Toms pleasure pole bringing the stud to new
heights of ecstasy. OH, OH, OH,the naked victims voice crescendoed,
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!Blasts of rotted baby batter rocketed out of the
Blacklisters piss slit decorating the tonsils of his attacker. Volley after
volley of lust sauce splattered against the mans throat for a good solid
five minutes. The euphoria of the moment brought a smile to the nudists
face, while the revelation of what had just happened began forcing
themselves into his thoughts.

    It was now time for the actual exam, and Tom had stopped convulsing
long enough to be scanned. As he slid back into the chamber, he couldnt
help but wonder what his future might hold. The machine hummed and whirred
as it proceeded to look deep within his body and take images of what was
there. It took awhile, but the procedure finished with not a moment to
spare. As the procedure finished, the pain had started to return making him
want to leave. The orderly came over, removed the straps, and aided him in
returning to the wheelchair. Another slip of the hand on his bare ass sent
another surge of misery throughout his body. Oh bloody hell,he thought, not
again!His priapic genitals strained against his rock hard body once
more. The orderly let out a chuckle as he knew exactly what he was doing to
Tom, and relished in the nude mans suffering. The Blacklister started
shaking as the beefcake wheeled him to the elevator thinking of new ways to
sexually frustrate the bare skinned stud.

    Has anyone told you how attractive you look,the orderly clearly was
setting the Brit up. Antoher blast of pain ripped through Tom as the lift
arrived. Once inside, they were centered in the box space and the orderly
immediately reached down and gave a firm tug on the celebrity hunks fat
staff. Tom let out a moan of both pleasure and pain, wishing he could bust
another nut in the mans hand. The orderly let his firm grasp slowly caress
each vein, and every valley that the Blacklister had on offer. The naked
stud let out a loud whimper as his tool longed to fulfill its lascivious
ending.

    Please,Tom begged, please st-ahhhhhh-pp! I just want to go home!This
time was different; somehow in the midst of this delicious torture he was
able to gain a modicum of focus and was able to resist his lustful
urges. He thought of his old flat back in the UK, a pint of beer from the
local pub, and the girl that he once dated before making it big. All he
wanted to do was return home and nestle his face in her big, bouncy
bosoms. Oh, how he longed to feel their soft fleshy curves as he
motorboated the living hell out of them as she giggled with delight. No,
no,he reminded himself, I cant think about sex.The shame of his thoughts
soon overtook him while the hands of his aggressor continued to poke, prod,
and fondle his naked body. His dick throbbed and pulsated while he
struggled to maintain control over his own body. He could feel his curdled
sludge roil and slosh within his testicles... gaining traction and readying
itself for an explosive finish. P-p-p-p,he sputtered, pleasssseee - uhhhhh-
sto-ahhhhhhh-puuhhhhh!The orderly snickered as continued teasing the naked
celeb knowing only that Tom was miserable.

    Why should I,the Asian bodybuilder retorted, you make the cutest faces
when I fondle you. You are literally giving me no incentive to stop, man!

    Tom could feel himself grow closer to the edge of ecstasy despite his
protests. He tried to stop his hips from thrusting up into the mans
forceful grasp a sweat dripped from his brow. Oh, oh, oh,panic and shame
were soon replaced with pleasure and erotic delight. The orderly stroked
Toms tool bringing him to new levels of unmitigated pleasure. The
blacklisted celebrity soon lost control of his hips and he started slamming
them upwards into the evil orderlys potent grasp. Up and down he bucked
like a mechanized bronco trying to throw off its rider. UH, UH, UH,he
panted as he inched closer to the edge his face awash with joy and sexual
delight. A widespread grin had broken out across his face while he clamped
his eyes shut, SOHH, OHH, OHHH AHHH-HAHHH!His spooge exploded bits and
chunks all over the walls of the lift, splashing his slop onto the sides,
railing, and the orderly that had taken control of his body. The naked man
shook and convulsed as every ounce drained from his body, moaning and
wailing the entire time. By the time the pair had reached the admittance
floor, the whole room had been soaked in his cottage-cheese sausage
juice. He smiled, dazed by the explosion that was just purged from within
his body.

    Back in the room, the doctor had already pulled up his scans, busying
himself with a diagnosis. The pair entered the room, what happened,he could
barely form the words as he stared at the mess that the orderly was soaked
with.

    The sick perv just exploded all over the place,he snapped as he kicked
the wheel that was attached to the contraption.

    OK, go check for a set of replacement scrubs in the locker room. I
could swear that someone left some in there the other day.The Asian nodded,
and stormed out of the room, leaving the duo to discuss what was happening
to the Blacklisters body.

    So,Tom smiled, a little punch-drunk still from the orgasm, what's up
mate?

    Well, I was just going over the scans the technician sent me. It seems
that your seminal vesicles have more than quintupled in size.

    The Blacklister sobered up rather quickly, quintupled? Did, you, just,
say, quintupled?

    The physician nodded his head, actually, upon further examination, they
seem to be six times larger than the standard size.

    So how do we fix this?

    I dont think we can. If I am understanding this data correctly, it
seems that the damage is permanent.

    Isnt there anything that I can do?

    Honestly, I think that the best course of action is to milk yourself
frequently... dont relent... EVER! If you do this then you shouldnt cause
any more damage to your body.

    What about my ejaculate?

    Oh, you mean the chunks? Well according to the labs that I rushed, it
seems that your ejaculate is permanently altered, too. It will continue to
stay like that and emit the pheromones that have been driving men wild with
lust. Basically, you are now cranking out supercharged Nuagra; you have no
hope of changing that.

    Well fuck,Tom felt the blow of despair hit him like a freight
train. Well, I guess thats it then... on the bight side though, as long as
I dont beat off, I might still be able to go home.

    There, thats the spirit,Frankson tired instilling him with a false
sense of security and hope. He had tried to impart a sense of urgency in
his advice with the patient, but knew that was going to ultimately prove to
be futile. Patients sometimes had a way of focusing on other things rather
than keeping themselves healthy and Tom was no exception.

    Am I free to go?

    Frankson was mesmerized by the results of the tests, yeah,
sure... just... be careful out there.

    Tom got up and out of the wheelchair, leaving some of his slop dripping
off the device and proceeded to exit the hospital. On the way out, one of
the guards whistled at him, hey sexy, how about you back that thing up over
here?The Blacklister buckled over as his genitals once again raged with
sexual desire.

    OH GODDAMNIT,he cried out as he collapsed to the floor, his jizz
blaster aching with an outrageous intensity. He hit the ground and started
convulsing once more while the guard just laughed at him.

    Look at that fucking Blacklister,he sneered to his partner, he looks
like a fish out of water flopping about. Fucking hilarious!

    As Tom bucked and jerked, spooge went careening across the linoleum,
decorating it with globs of his dick snot. I-I-I-I,he reminded himself, I
c-c-c-c-can fight this!He reached down to his man pumper and tried to stave
off the onslaught of his putrefied yoghurt only to cause it to splooge out
harder. Sauce coated the flooring leaving a white sticky, glbo filled
ocean. After what seemed like ages as he stood back up only to find the
guards jaws agape with delight and horror as to what they had witnessed.

    You,one of them stuttered, you aint human! Youre just a jizz machine!

    Fuck - just leave,Instructed the other one.

    Tom stumbled to the exit, huffing and panting the entire time. Once
outside, he shuffled his way over to the limo before climbing inside. It
was the next day before he was able to regain his composure having slept
for a solid thirteen hours. The sound of his mobile phone ringing off the
hook was what finally woke him up. He rolled over onto his stiff meat staff
as a bolt of misery ran through his body, reminding him of his permanent
state. OH BLOODY HELL,he arched himself up and reached over for the
electronic device. YEAH, WHO IS IT,he barked in frustration after sliding
the answer button.

    Hey man,came out the voice of his agent, whats with the hostility?

    Sorry, sorry,the blacklisted buck apologized to his friend (calming
himself), whats going on?

    I got you an audition for a new show on TV,James cheerfully announced.

    Oh really, what show? Another soap opera?

    A reality show called Hunk Island.

    Oh whats it about?

    In short- it's a show exclusively designed for Blacklisters... a
competition with the winner being excused from the laws for upwards of a
year.

    Tom was aghast at what he heard; was this his ticket out of this hell
hole? What do you mean immune?Does that mean I could return home?

    The Blacklister could almost hear the man shrug his shoulders, I dont
know, but it wouldnt hurt to go in for the audition. After all, you could
use all of the help that you can get.

    It was too good to be true: an immunity to all Blacklist laws for an
entire year? There had to be a catch, so whats the catch?

    Not sure... well have to wait and see. Meanwhile, how about you go out
and celebrate... ya know, have a little fun... let some steam off?

    Well, I could go back to that club from last week.

    Yeah, that might be a good idea; just remember to jerk off frequently
and youll be fine.Tom neglected telling his agent about the results of the
tests that the doctor had mentioned. Instead, the Blacklister spent the
rest of his time hiding in his LA luxury penthouse in hopes of not being
targeted by anyone. Not only was it safer to stay home and away from
potential rapists, but the maid had refused to return to the place until
something could be done about the putrid stench that he was emitting. After
scrubbing most of the place (at least the places that desperately needed
it), the nudist found that a brief respite was in order. It had been a few
days since he had taken a bath and most recently received notification that
stocks were starting to run low. In the midst of all the chaos from the
hospital visit, he had neglected to bathe himself properly. The Blacklister
sauntered up to the second floor, and began drawing a warm bath for
himself. It was a treat to himself: a bubble bath, one that was scented
lavender, that calmed his mind while at the same time stimulated other
things.

    The soap foam tickled his body as he climbed into the tub. Each bubble
felt like a tiny kiss caressing his bare skin making him quiver with a
gnawing desire to unload the contents of his reproductive system into the
warm soapy mixture. He tried relaxing as best as he could while ignoring
the pops from the suds that continued to taunt him. The tepid waves of
fluid sloshed carelessly about his body as his dick twitched and pulsated
with a neglected longing. Without even realizing it, his hands had found
their way onto his turgid third-leg, sliding up and down the vein-ridden
shaft, bringing pleasure to his haggard form. The British soap star lay in
the bubble covered water allowing the stress of the past few weeks melt
away as he milked his man udder, drawing the ensuing raucous finish a
little closer with every thrust of his fingers. As the moment of erotic
bliss drew closer, he suddenly found himself with the inescapable notion of
his libidinous actions. The UK hunk felt the pressure of desire mount in
his loins as he was just about to pop, he left with the inescapable thought
that he was about to forfeit his status of being labeled a Non-Blacklister.

    He shot straight up releasing his rectal thrasher, just before his lack
of physical enjoyment lead to unimaginable torment. He crumpled over in
agony as once again his genitals punished him for not giving in to their
desires. The pain rolled him over like a freight train pressing a tin can
as he tried to argue with it in his mind. Only the sounds of suffering
escaped his lips while he worked to recover from the torture inflicted upon
him. Without realizing it, he reached for his man porker and gave it a few
quick tugs releasing more of his pent up passions into the warm fluid. His
cock pumped out round after round of rancid, chunky, curdled lust goo into
the warm water. The heavens parted and he was thrust into a world of
unimaginable delight from playing with himself as his dick snot rocketed
out of his cum slit. OH GOD,he screamed alone in his condo, OH MY HEAVENLY
FATHER IN HEAVEN! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! YEASSSSSSSSSS!The chunks that were a
byproduct of his rank, rotten spooge provided an orchestral mix of pain and
pleasure as the beads left micro-tares in his urethra due to their
increased size. One minute... two minutes... no end in sight... three
minutes... the orgasm still wouldnt stop. Panic tried to push its way into
his mind, but the sensations were far too overpowering. Instead, it took a
backseat as he finished at four minutes. Uh-huh,The Blacklister panted, oh,
oh, oh, fuck me hard, puhhhhhlllleeeeeeeeaseeee.He collapsed in a haze of
sexual euphoria, fear, and guilt. Energy spent, he fell asleep only to
dream of being fully dressed in his home in Chiswick.

    When he awoke, the sun had gone down, enveloping the land in darkness
and shadows. The warm night air was alive with the sounds of crickets and
other nearby creatures busy with their comings and goings. He quickly
looked over at the clock, noting that it was 10:45pm... magic hour. The
clubs had begun to fill with celebrities and people from all walks of
life. He quickly ran and grabbed a couple of shipping buckets so as to pack
up the water for distribution, and sent a text to the distributor about how
it was filled with some of his man gunk. The distributor replied that they
would raise the price for this batch and label it as limited edition. A
pickup time was set for 3pm the next day. He then threw on his shoes, ran
gel through his hair, and grabbed his phone with a pouch that normally hung
around his neck. After he rang Lexi to have the limo ready, he was off to
the club.

    The pulsing baseline could be felt from two blocks away and increased
in intensity as they drew closer to the entrance. Music and enjoyment was
being had by all and Tom was eager to get into the club. About a block
away, a hairbrained notion came into effect: he would walk into a side or
back entrance of the club instead of showing up in a conspicuous
vehicle. Maybe if he did that, fewer people would take notice of him and
the paparazzi wouldnt be after him. Hey Lexi,he called up to the driver, Im
gonna get out and walk the rest of the way.

    Are you sure Mr. McGinnis,Lexi questioned, only the vaguest hint of
anxiety in her voice, I mean, we are only a block away.

    Yeah, Ill be fine and if no one sees me arrive in a limo, then maybe I
wont have to deal with the press.

    Lexi shrugged her shoulders, youre the boss. Just give me a ring when
youre ready to leave no matter the time. Your safety is my number one
priority.

    Tom climbed out of the back of the stationary vehicle, his nuts
dragging across the soft velour upholstery. Shivers of desire radiated out
from his man mounds, and into his body, resonating deeply and forcing pangs
of anguish to harbor ill-will to him once more. He shuddered in agony as he
made his way down the sidewalk and into the nearby back alley of the
club. The area was dimly lit, containing only one or two light
sources. Boxes, crates, and even a few tables were strewn about in a
haphazard fashion as a slimy moistness seemed to permeate the asphalt and
cement walls. The sounds of a deep baseline flooded the empty space as the
hunk could feel the vibrations in his chest. He approached the door and
jiggled the handle only to find it locked. Bloody hell,he thought, I guess
Ill have to go through the main entrance.He turned around to leave the
alleyway, only to find his path blocked by a few menacing figures.

    Five young men in their early twenties stood between him, and the exit
of the alley. Each one more imposing than last; each one as muscular and
ripped as the other. Their arms and bodies bulged at all the right places,
drawing emphasis on their thick, vein-ridden arms. A V-shape could be seen
under each of their tight, form-fitting clothes, leading down to the
outlines of their massive tools. A couple were wearing tank tops and the
other three were wearing the kind of t-shirts that had gaping holes in the
sides that showed off their perfectly shaped bodies and tight flesh. Tom
swallowed a bit of anxiety down his throat before addressing the pack of
young, sex dipped studs. Evening gents,he tried to hide his fear with a
cheerful demeanor. What can I do for you lads tonight?

    The blonde in the center spoke up after giving a smug knowing half-grin
to his comrades. We saw you head down this dark alleyway,the blonde
casually noted, his voice thick and almost sexually arousing, and me and
the boys thought that we could help you out. Ya know... keep you safe."

    Tom continued to smile, well that is awfully nice of you, but as you
can see, Ive got things perfectly under control."

    Thats fine, maybe we should escort you inside... you know... as friends
then.

    Thats OK,Tom once more gulped out of fear, as his heart started
palpitating with anxiety. I have plenty of friends already. Thank you lads
for your kind offer though.

    Ohhh,the blonde smiled once again, that wasnt a suggestion. We should
all become good friends right now.

    No really, thank you lads so much, and as I said before Ive got plenty
of friends.The naked stud tried to barrell his way past the group of young
men that looked like they were male models from a fraternity porno.

    Dont be so rude,the blonde pushed back, we only want your
friendship.Tom stumbled backwards a bit, falling to the ground, his phone
clattering out of the pouch and onto the pavement. He caught a glimpse of
the blondes crotch in the process as he got back up to his feet. The youths
pants tented outwards towards Tom, threatening him with what lay beneath
the wet spot that had now started spreading wider and wider. After all,
what we want to be is your best friends so that way we can all go clubbing
together.

    Yeah,chimed the dark skinned youth, we just wanna hang out is all.

    My names Steve...the blonde pointed to himself as Tom stood back up, a
little shaken. This here is Avery...

    Sup,the black man said.

    Over there is Clay...

    The redhead nodded, hey.

    Thats Spence...

    The brunette smiled, yo.

    And finally, over there is Kyle,Steve pointed at the only Asian in the
group. His blank, expressionless face and cold eyes gave Tom chills.

    "Well all of that is marvelously fascinating and all, but I have to be
getting inside now."Tom made another attempt to get past the pack of horny
young men only to have his advances thwarted once again. This time instead
of falling, he staggered backwards while somehow managing to keep his
balance. You wanna be a pal and let me through, mate?

    The leader of the pack pushed Tom a little further, nawww... we want to
hang out here with you some more.

    Uhhh... sure, we - we c-c-c-can all hang out in the club and dance the
night away; itll be fun.

    Steve shook his head, again gonna have to go with a 'no' on
that. Hanging out here in this fully stocked alley is way more fun; isnt
that right fellas?

    Yeah real fun,Kyle chimed in, rubbing the stiffy with its wet-spot
growing in size.

    Im havina blast... what about you Clay,asked Avery as he looked Tom
over like a cheap piece of meat.

    Im havinbig olbarrel of fun right here,Clay responded, his southern
accent far more apparent. The guys were locking step with one another
growing closer to the lightly browned Blacklister. Everytime they took a
step forward, Tom would mirror their behavior and take a step back, trying
to keep his distance as they encroached on his personal space.

    Wha - what do you lads want? Money? Cars? Gorgeous women?

    Steve shook his chisled, Abercrombie-and-Fitch handsome head as the
group took another step forward, nawwww, bro, we got everything we want
right here.

    Puh - puh - please d-d-d-dont do this, I am begging you,Tom felt
something hard and metallic hit his firm, bubbly, bare ass cheeks. He
looked back briefly only to find that he had backed up against one of the
clubs redundant tables. He reached back, trying to see if it was damaged in
any way and if it could be used to defend himself. No such luck; whatever
the reason for it to be out here in the alley, it definitely wasnt
broken... at least not in any way that he could use to his advantage.

    Grab him,Steve barked as Avery and Kyle went for Toms arms. The pair
pushed the Blacklister towards the table, toppeling his body onto the
metallic rimmed wooden table. Toms heart raced as the full effects of fear
took over when he realized what was about to happen. Without being told
what to do, Clay and Spence went for the naked mans shoe covered feet and
ankles, pushing him up into a missionary-like position. Tom tried his best
to keep his legs from being spread apart while they were bent at the knee,
but was unable to resist for more than a second as Clay and Spence
overpowered him. His eyes darted around as he tried desperately searching
for something to use as a weapon. Anything that he could grab was either
out of reach or too small to make any impact. Instead, he turned his
attention to using his own body and reached up hoping that he would be able
to force Steve away from him and that his strength would be enough to stop
the assault.

    Let me go,Tom pleaded as he pressed his palm into Steves defined
masculine chin.

    Ohhhh,Steve grabbed Toms hand, forcing it from his face and back down
towards the Blacklisters side. Instead, the soap star was able to maneuver
it upwards past his raven black hair. But then we wouldnt be having as much
fun as we are right now.A couple of the guys snickered at their buddys
taunt as Steve grabbed Toms other arm, pressing them together above the
nudists head.

    This isnt fun!

    But it is for us... were enjoying the main event here and we are about
to have even more loads of fun.Securing both of Toms wrists with his left
hand, Steve was able to manipulate his black sweats with his right, and
drop his pants down to his ankles. His underwear was nowhere to be found as
his rager snapped back up into a verticle position. The others followed
suit taking the hint from their leader as they knew that soon enough it
would be their turn. Steve smiled like a Cheshire cat and then leaned into
Toms neck, giving it a lick as the British Blacklister shuddered with
disgust. You taste amazing,a little bit of his saliva was still attached to
the left side of the hunks throat, and you smell even better. What kind of
cologne are you wearing?

    The turn of events took Tom by surprise, I - Im n-n-n-not wearing any.

    Oh really - well... whatever youve got on, its driving me wild.

    Me too,chimed Avery.

    Me three,said Clay.

    Same here,said the remaining pair. Tom struggled once again in an
attempt to free himself, this time twisting his arms in an effort to loosen
Steves hold upon him. His efforts were thwarted as Steve only tightened his
grasp upon the Blacklisters wrists.

    Are you actually trying to get away from this little party we got going
on?

    Toms eyes widened with a mixture of terror and rage, yes! Now let me
go!

    Not until weve all had our fun.Steve inhaled Toms scent as deeply as he
could taking in every molecule that the stud was cranking out.

    Puhhhhhlllleeeeeeeeaseeee, just let me go!

    Once again Steve shook his head as he leaned in for a kiss, locking
lips with his victim who did his best to keep the foreign tongue out. Now
lets stop dancing around the elephant in the room, and get to the fun.

    Yeah the real fun,Avery sneered.

    Steve shifted his weight and arched his back up into the air before
using the tip of his member to tap the Brits quivering hole. Tom could feel
the pressure as the backside invader pressed itself against his sphincter
sending chills up his back. It felt massive; it must have been as thick as
beer bottle, at least. It was gonna rip him up and the Blacklister knew it
was going to hurt.

    No, no please; have merce-eheheheh,Tom cried as his terror rose from
deep within his guts.

    Steve let out a chuckle, I love it when they beg.Just then he thrusted
his rape staff deep into the dry anus of his victim, forcing a screeh to
exit the mans mouth. Tom could feel a deep, throbbing, heavy pang race from
out of his anus and spread throughout every fiber of his being. He screamed
loudly as every part of his anatomy was suddenly lit up with a new kind of
torment... different from what his genitals had been putting him
through. Shhh - shhh,Steve tried to hush him, thats just the tip sexy. Im
barely in there.

    Barely in there,Tom thought, barely in there! What does he mean, barely
in there?How much more could be left?The tawdry victims mind raced as he
tried to process what he had just been told.

    OH FUCK,Steve continued his rectal splunking, HES SOOOOOOO FUCKING
TIGHT! I dont think Ive ever felt one as tight as he is, before. Quick
guys, someone whip out your phone - I want to remember this moment!

    Clay bent to the ground and fished out his smartphone before setting it
to broadcast the assault. Ok, were live here with Tom McGinnis, and my
buddy Steve is having the first crack at his virgin-tight asshole. Steve,
tell them what you just told us.

    Yeah bro, this rape-bait is super fucking tight! I think he might be
the tightest ass that Ive ever had!Steve shoved in deeper as Tom howled in
sheer excruciating agony. The victim could feel every inch of his rectal
tissue being torn to shreds as he clamped down trying to force the invader
out.

    HEELLLLLLPPPPPPP,the Brit screamed, FOR THE LOVE OF MERCCCCCCCCCY -
SOMEONE HELP!He turned his attention to the smartphone with a pleading look
in his eyes as tears started welling up. IF YOU ARE NEAR THE - THE
BACCHANAL NIGHTCLUB AND ARE WATCHING THIS - PLEASE SAVE ME! THEYRE
SODOMIZING ME!

    Ohhh yeahhhhh,Steve sighed real tight.He kept shoving in his fat dick
deeper and deeper into his new toys innards. He could feel a little
resistance as he persevered, but it only made the assault that much more
enjoyable. Five inches, six inches, eight inches... it wasnt long before
Toms rapist was able to cram all ten inches into his guts. Blood trickled
out his backside and if he wasnt distracted with all of the torment and
suffering, he would have felt it leak and pool underneath him. Now its all
in there,Steve announced, pleased by what he had accomplished like he had
done so many times before.

    Tom shrieked incoherently for a solid five minutes before he was able
to form words and sentences once more. PLEEEEEEEHHHHSE, JUST PULL IT
OUT,Tom begged as the blonde beefcake laughed at his misery,

    Ok daddy,Steve tore out his man-kabob as tears fell from his victims
eyes, and widened from the torture. Better?

    Tom nodded, th-th-th-thank you.Just then, Steve rammed it all back
inside with twice the force affecting another shriek from the
Blacklister. The boys chuckled as they watched the soap stars face contort
with agony the likes of which they had witnessed from others in the past.

    I love it when you do that Steve,Kyle heaped praises upon his buddy.

    STOP - STOP! FOR FUCKS SAKE - STOP RAPING ME, YOU BLOODY FUCKING
WANKERS!Another thrust tore into their victims once virginal anus, making
him cry out again. Over and over Toms rapist would thrust into him, causing
the Blacklister to scream out. A river of tears came crashing down his face
as it turned cherry red from all the shouting and stress he was being
forced to endure. Steve violated the man repeatedly for what felt like
hours, while for Tom every thrust felt just as painful as the first. STOP -
STOP - STAH-HAHAHAHA-P!Steve only growled with fiendish delight as he
leaned in, his breath feeling like searing evil upon Toms neck.

    Steves thrusts grew in ardency as he could feel the swelling of his
spooge building like a tidal wave getting ready to break through a flimsy
dam. His cock jabs grew in speed as he started to near the end of his
brutal session. Oh yeah baby,he whispered, baby boy likes your tight
hole. It feels so good wrapped around my Blacklister Breaker.He threw his
head up briefly, OH GOD - HERE IT CUMS DADDY!He squeezed his eyes shut as
he panted and moaned moving his face back down to his rape victim could see
the pleasure that was beset upon him. OH, OH, OH, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!Waves
of cum pelted Toms innards as the blonde beefcake was lost in an ocean of
pleasure. Spent, he withdrew his fun toy, and swapped places with Kyle.

    Tom panted as he laid on the table, blood dribbling to the ground as he
hoped that maybe he would have been given a minute or two to recover from
the first assault. He took in three breaths before Kyle rammed his
soda-bottle thick rape log into the British hunk's lust cavern. The naked
man screamed as every angry inch tore through his backside. "OH GOD,"he
shrieked, "IT HURTS SO MUCH - PLEASE, LET ME GO!"He looked up into the face
of his tormentor, who only gave a cold, indifferent expression to his
plight. Tom felt a chill run up the back of his spine and settle in his
stomach as he was unnerved by his rapist's deadpan expression. Kyle
continued thrusting harder and harder into his victim forcing squeals and
cries from the suffering man. No sound, no expression... just an aloof
detachment from the situation. Tom wrestled one of his wrists free of
Kyle's sinewy bare grasp and slammed it up into the Asian's expressionless
face only to be swatted down by a firm, rough smack across the
face. Minutes passed slowly as Kyle assailed the soap star's smooth but
firm buns. It took a solid forty-five minutes before Kyle started squirting
his lust frosting into Toms defiled donut shop. This time, it was Toms turn
to shoot, as rank globs of man crud dripped off his face, Kyle unsheathed
his mansword allowing Clay the opportunity to have his turn.

    Clay smiled as sweet as he possibly could, hey Daddy; there there, its
gonna be ok. Shhh, shhh Clays here.

    How,The Blacklister whispered, how will it be ok? You guys are sexually
assaulting me - LITTRELLY!

    Well thats one way of looking at it. The other way is that we are all
expressing our undying devotion to you via physical means.

    THAT IS LITRELLY THE MOST FUCKED UP THING EVER!

    Clay,Spence whined, I want a turn with him.

    Clay nodded, how about we both take him together, like bros. You know:
Bros before hoes!

    Spence thought for a second, and then smiled sweetly, sounds like a fun
time to me.

    Cool; Ill take the ass and you can have his throat.Clay rammed his
wrist-watch band hefty crotch rocket hard and fast into the Blacklisters
bloodied guts forcing another scream out of him that was soon silenced by
Spences beer bottle sized dick.

    Oh man,Spence smiled, hes screaming into my junk.Spence could feel the
vibrations of Toms cries of pain, sending shivers of pleasure through the
frat boys body. It wasnt until he forced it down the soap stars throat that
the vibrations stopped. Despite still being in pain, Tom couldnt scream and
instead started retching and gagging on the young mans rape toy. His
stomach spasmed as it tried to expel the intruder from its hidden, private
domain. The spasms caused his sphincter to convulse as well as it too was
being triggered by what was happening down his throat. Oh fuck,Spence
cried, the muslce spasms feel even better!Tom tried to force out a scream
for help only to be met with the crushing blow of the enormous, elephantine
beast. Spence could feel the slimy mucus and saliva that permeated every
inch of the celebritys warm gooey mouth and throat. Strands of his sludge
clung to the monstrous member desperate in its attempts to evacuate from
the insides of the Blacklisters tawdry bare body. Muscles flexed and
spasmed as the rockhard victim earnestly made the effort to suck in as much
air as possible.

    Clay soon grew a little bored ramming his engorged rape stick deep
within the rectal cavity of his boy toy. His mind started to wander, and
soon he found his thoughts turning towards the Blacklisters throat. He
could hear the noises of pleasure that his bud Spence was producing and
wished that he could take the guys place. His thrusts started petering out
as he started withdrawing from the experience. Hey Spence,Clay piped up,
how about we switch things up a little? I wanna make him gag for a bit.

    Sure man,Spence replied with a dreamy smile gracing his face, that
would be swell.He tore his hefty tool out of the saliva laden mouth of his
new daddy, taking with it several strands of thick mucus. Tom choked and
retched, sputtering up globs of mucus and bile as he gasped for air.

    Please,he begged as his tear stained face started returning to a cherry
red color. I can hardly breath... *guh-huhh* you could choke me to - to
deattttth. Just - AHHHHHH-HUHHHHH!Spence shoved his tool deep within
nudists guts forcing more pleads and protests to bust forth out of Tom's
facial gash. Meanwhile, Clay saw the opportunity laid out before him,
literally, and thrust his raging throbber down his victims exposed, raw
gullet. As the pair jammed their guy-roasters in and out of the older man,
they leaned in, and kissed each other lovingly. Smiling, the pair looked at
each other warmly as Tom laid there, having the life choked slowly out of
him.

    Toms eyes widened as the pair briefly cut off his circulation as he
witnessed the duo engage in their romantic interlude. He reached out to
push them away as a blackened haze started to cloud his vision. Ignoring
their toy's objections, the pair went back to making out as if nothing else
in the world mattered except for their lustful urges and passionate love
affair. At the last minute, as the blackness started overtaking his field
of vision, the duo blasted their white hot loads into their victims oxygen
starved body. Cum flooded Tom's oxygen depleted body, forcing out more life
while forcing in more cock sludge. Spent, they withdrew their hefty,
corpulent jizz teets, as air rushed back into Toms lungs. Toms gasps were
deep and desperate as he tried to take in every last molecule of oxygen he
could come by. He spewed out as much fluid from his lungs he could muster
with every choke, having lost sight of the fact that the vicious pair had
removed their members from his muscular bare body. His lungs burned with a
pain unlike he had felt before. The duo immediately grabbed one of each of
his ankles as Steve continued to hold his wrists and arms in place. Avery
smiled cruelly as he positioned himself near the backend of the choking
man.

    My turn,he sneered, looking the terrified man up and down, as Tom lay
there completely unaware of what Avery had in store for him. You fucking
Blacklisters walk around naked thinking youre above the law and that rules
of decency dont apply to the bunch of you!Avery crammed his soda can thick
thirteen inches deep into the guts of the sexually alluring fellow. You get
free fucking universal healthcare that we normal folks have to pay for out
of our hard-eanred paychecks! You guys get to play with yourselves and
engage in sex whenever you want! And hardly anyone expects anything from
y'all!"Another hard slam caused Tom to cry out yet again, and none of it -
NONE OF IT -Tom let out another shriek as he felt his insides being
eviscerated, IS EVER YOUR FUCKING FAULT! YOU ALL GET TO WALK AROUND WITHOUT
A FUCKING CARE IN THE WORLD EXPECTING LIFE TO BOW AND SCRAPE TO YOUR WHIMS!

    Avery balled his fist up, cocking it back as terror once again took
root in Toms eyes, ALL OF YALL GET TO PLAY THE FUCKING VICTIMS WHENEVER
SOME FUCKING LITTLE INCONVEINCE HAPPENS TO YALL!Avery let his fist fly
towards Toms left eye socket with as much force as he could muster. Tom
heard a crack as Averys fist made contact with his eye socket and causing
him to wince in pain. In the back of his mind, the Blacklister knew that
this was going to be a rotten lousy shiner the next day. YOU STUPID FUCKING
BLACKLISTERS THINK YOU ALL ARE SO GODDAMN SPECIAL! YALL AINT NUTHIN!Avery
slammed down his left fist onto Toms leaking cock and toned, flat
stomach... knocking the wind out of the nudist who could do nothing to
fight back. SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU DUMBASS HOE! YOU ONLY HAVE TO TAKE IT LIKE
A MAN - THATS ALL YOU HAVE TO DO!

    Tom gave his assaulter the saddest, most miserably dejected look he
could manage to create hoping that the fellow would see it and maybe let
him go. Instead, Avery only hastened his abuse, eviscerating Toms inner
tissues with his beastly dong and punching the Blacklister in various parts
of his anatomy. Each thrust brought Avery closer to the edge as his
succulent man berries started ripening, eager to help bring about the
ecstatic conclusion. The frat boy could feel the tingle of lust signaling
to his aggressively hormone laden brain that it was nearly time to pump out
his heavy white reproductive man stew into Toms bloodied cauldron. OH
FUCK,Avery cried out, YOU FUCKING BLACKLISTERS KNOW HOW TO
PARRRRRRRR-AHHHHAHHHHH!His man swabber writhed and twitched inside the
celebritys backside as waves of sludge spurted out, decorating the studs
interior body. Mixed in with the anguish of the moment, Tom could feel the
warm sticky relief that his rapist was unleashing in him. Basking in the
warm afterglow, Avery withdrew his gut-cruncher allowing someone else to
take another turn.

    For the remainder of the night, the boys took turns violently gang
raping Tom as the celebrity did everything within his power to fight
back. As futile as this was, the Blacklister would shove, scream, and cry
out for help and mercy. Then as dawn approached the boys had grown weary of
sodomizing the poor battered fellow, and pulled their pants up around their
emptied genitals. As the sweat glistened off their bodies, they withdrew
from the scene leaving their victim to pick up the broken pieces of his
dignity and sanity. Tom crumpled to the ground, tears still rolling down
his beet red cheeks. Just as Avery had reached the start of the alleyway,
the young black man was gifted with a delightfully horrific notion. He
quickly spun about and grabbed the nearest emptied beer bottle and charged
at the broken mangled celebrity. Before Tom realized what was happening, he
found that a vacant beer bottle had been rammed into his guts with another
shriek of misery echoing from his lips. As Avery walked away, he kicked the
now vertical stud muffin back to the ground, shattering the drinking vessel
inside his broken body. Little fragments of glass now tore at Tom's innards
forcing him to relive the misery of the night as he made his way over to
his phone. "So much for being the sexiest man alive,"Avery sneered as he
left the damaged hunk to wallow in his new personal hell.

    Sobbing and whimpering, Tom unlocked the electronic device, noting the
time: 5:45am. His gang rape session had consumed his entire night and
sunrise was less than an hour away. Each step he took was an exercise in
torment as the glass that filled his back cavity ripped his insides to
shreds. He quickly dialed Lexis number, Hello?she said dreamily, Tom? Whats
wrong?

    She could hear the fear and suffering that had mixed themselves
together in his voice, Lexi, Lexi, you *AHHHH-HAAAAAH* need to come get me
from the club. I was gang raped *AHHHHHH* and they shoved a glass bottle
into me and broke it. I need to get to the ERRRRRRRR QUICKLY!

    OK, ok, just wait for me there; Ill be there in ten.

    Tom waited for what felt like forever as he stood bloodied and battered
trying his best not to be seen by anyone. He wished that he had never gone
out. He wished that he had just stayed home and read a book or
something. He wondered what would have happened if he had made it into the
club. Would he have been raped? Would the paparazzi posted an image of him
leaving that night with jizz photoshopped onto his face? Would some dude
roofie him, taken him back to his apartment and raped him? It was that last
thought that gave him a sliver of relief: at least he wasnt at some place
he knew nothing about. It was at that point that he heard the limo horn go
off that snapped his attention back to the moment. He was going to have to
walk over to the limo, climb into the back, and then be whisked away to the
ER before this horrible night would be over.

    The battered stud did his best to hobble over to where Lexi had parked
as she stood attentively waiting on him. Inside his rectum he could feel
little pricks and tares as each one of the shards shredded his insides. He
shrieked and screamed with every step as each one was an exrecise in pure
torture. The slits and cuts the shards made into his inner workings tore
their way through his mangled body. To say his pain was excruciating was
laughable and made the last several days seem like a cake walk. It took
what felt like ages for him to struggle his way into the back of the limo
as Lexi held the door open. Once there, he collapsed onto the velour
interior in a state of exhaustion both from the actual journey and his
raucous, energetic night. His breathing had become laboured, as he wheezed
and sobbed into the back seat cushions. A mix of blood, glass bits, and
frat spooge oozed from his tormented backside, dribbling off the cushions
and onto the soft carpet flooring as the driver raced him over to the
ER. Every bump along the roads only served to underscore his anguish.

    It felt like one of the longest hours of Toms life before they arrived
back at the ER. He was moaning and crying in pain; OWWW, OWWW,he cried as
tears continued to grace the cheeks of his face. Lexi held him as upright
as best as she could as the pair hobbled their way over to the admissions
desk. Blood, bits, and cock snot continued their way out of the
Blacklisters broken hole, leaving a little pink trail of the mixture in its
wake.

    Welcome to St. Joans,the nurse droned out in a monotone voice, how can
I help you today?

    My boss has been violently raped,Lexi aggressively responded, hes
bleeding out all over the place from his butt.

    Without missing a beat, the nurse replied, fill out these forms, and
the doctor will see you as soon as possible.The nurse continued to read the
trashy lesbian romance novel, handing a clipboard with pages for medical
information to be filled in. The Brit continued wincing in pain as the pair
shambled over to the soft chairs while droplets from the aftermath of Toms
gang rape session continued to fall from his battered hole.

    The pair sat down as gently as could be done while Tom cried out,
AH-HA!The bits of glass continued shredding his rectal cavity, only
furthering his misery. Welts from where the boys had beat him were starting
to form on his once proud, gorgeous body. Lexi, meanwhile, busied herself
with filling in boxes and lines of information with as much knowledge as
she could give before leaving her boss and relinquishing the data.

    Minutes dragged on and it felt like several hours before someone came
out, Tom... Tom McGinnis?

    Ok big fella,Lexi huffed as she braced herself for what came next, we
gotta go to the back and let the nurses and doctors examine you.Tom barely
acknowledged with a slight nod of his head as he prepared himself for what
was about to transpire. Stabbing pains reverberated throughout his body as
the broken Blacklister got up and made his way over to the nurse with only
Lexi to provide him support. The shards that remained embedded into the
lining of his rectum continued to shift and tare at his soft tissues
causing him to whimper and cry as he made his way to the back. Just a few
more steps, and well be home free,Lexi assured him. The pair followed the
escort to an exam room where Tom could sit (mostly undisturbed) and await
the doctors arrival. It was another few hours before the attending
physician could see him and every minute dragged on and on.

    Hello,came a womans voice, Im Doctor Stevens! What seems to be the
problem?

    I WAS GANG RAPED,Tom bellowed through gritted teeth.

    Ok, I can see that, but why exactly are you here?

    Wellll...Lexi was the one to respond this time, it seems that they
pummeled him pretty badly.

    THEY ALSO SHOVED A BLOODY BOTTLE INTO MY RECTUM AND KNOCKED ME DOWN IN
SUCH A WAY THAT IT SHATTERED IN ME! MY INSIDES ARE STILL BEING RIPPED TO
SHREDS!

    The attending physician looked stunned, wow, what are the odds? I mean
getting a glass bottle to break inside someones rectum has to be like one
in a million, or something.Reacting to Toms look of anguish mixed with
frustration she focused upon the situation at hand. Ok, well, lets get you
prepped and ready for surgery then. I am just gonna get an anesthesiologist
in here quick and were just gonna put you under. Normally we dont take such
drastic action, but given the circumstances, I think well make an
exception.Doctor Stevens fished out a phone from within her pocket and
dialed a number so as to summon the anesthesiologist.

    It wasnt long before the medical expert had shown up, attached a mask
to Toms face and put him under. Hello Mister McGinnis,the anesthesiologist
smiled politely, please count down from 100.

    100,Tom started as glass shards still tore his insides up,
99... 98... 97...By the time he had reached ninety, he had fallen into a
deep, dreamless slumber.

    The battered Blacklister awoke in a hospital bed as bright sunlight
streamed through a window and onto his face. Tom looked around his room,
having nearly forgotten everything that had taken place before he was wiped
out. Before panic had time to take over his mind and force him to do
something crazy, everything came back in a flood to his conscious mind. The
gang rape, the bottle, walking to the limo, everything came back all at
once and out of order. It took him awhile to put everything into the
correct order and to process what had happened. The aching of his body was
minimal, with a few bandages covering the most intense damage. Most bruises
had healed and the few that remained looked barely noticeable at this
point. How long had he been out? Days? Weeks? Months? He had to know - and
know right now! Luckily for him, some kind soul had left his mobile on the
small tray-table that hovered right above his abdomen.

    Flicking the power button and sliding his finger across the lock screen
opened his phone. It had been four days since he had gone into the
hospital. He tightened his sphincter checking to see if the glass had been
removed from his body. No pain... no tares... no cutting sensations. He had
managed to come out the other side of this ordeal no worse for
wear. Although his hole felt looser than before, he could swear that it was
regenerating even now. He knew it wouldnt be long before it was tight as a
drum once again.

    The hunky Brit checked his messages; there were so many that he had
missed over the course of several days. His agent alone had called him
fifty-seven times in a state of panic looking for him. Then, in the
fifty-eighth message, James had finally been told what it was that he had
missed: Tom was in the hospital recuperating. His agent laid out in detail
how and where he was when he found out. It was the sixtieth voicemail that
was of particular interest. The case worker that he had met with over a
week before told him to check his email. Toms heart raced; he pulled down
his notifications of his smartphone and clicked on the one from the USIS
and read it himself. His heart sank; there, laid out before him, were the
words he had hoped to never see: Your case has been denied without chance
to repeal for the following reason(s):

    Engaging in illicit activities leading to the classification of
permanent blacklisted status. Please review the enclosed link to view
evidence relating to our decision.

    Tom clicked on the link, and it opened his YouTube app. There, online,
was his gang rape for all to view. The boys had posted it with the title
"Alpha Psi's Newest Bitch"with over two million views and over one million
likes. The Brit closed the app heartbroken by what he saw. He had never
felt more ashamed nor humiliated than in that moment. Had the USA turned
its back on him? Was there truly no way for him to get back to the UK?
Perhaps... just maybe... there was a glimmer of hope that he could see. He
thought about what his agent had mentioned about his next audition. He
opened his phone back up, dialed his agent, and said, "I'm in."