The Porn Game - Part 1

by Jim-Piston

Author’s note: This story is a sequel to the Russian gambit in Curiosity – Part 4

The early parts of the Curiosity story told how Jim Fawkes got curious about the strange allure of getting punishment mixed with sex. The more he found out about what his friend Randy had got in jail, the more obsessed he’d become about experiencing that himself. He’d managed to hook up with Tim Bales, the Crawley police constable who’d beaten and fucked Randy in jail. The two nights he’d spent with Tim had only made him keener to get more.

Part 4 of Curiosity (essentially a new story) described what had happened yesterday evening. Tim’s friend Ralph had suggested they meet in Crawley’s gay bar, so Jim had gone there full of curiosity, only to discover that Ralph wasn’t able to come. Horny and irritated, he’d cast around for something interesting and been picked up by several equally horny young Russians, Aeroflot cabin crew there for the Friday night action. The Russians had looked eager and sexy. They’d also offered money. Jim had been too horny to say no.

They’d offered even more, if he’d come with them again tonight. After what they’d done together last night, Jim was tempted.

Jim tells the story from here:

[1]

I found Ralph’s message when I woke up the following morning.

Mail received:

Subject: Last night
From: Ralph ralf.predator@yahoo.uk.com
Date: Fri 05/02/20XX 11:48 PM
To: Jim Fawkes jimh02@sussexbenders.com

Sorry I had to cancel. I got called in for an unexpected special assignment Friday evening. That’s the price of being on probation, I guess. I get saddled with the stuff no one else wants to do.

Frustrating as hell, for you and me both. I apologize.

I hope you weren’t too upset. Do you want to get together tonight? I could do it if we meet at 9.

Ralph

I had a hangover from all the beer and vodka I’d drunk with the Russian guys. Maybe if I hadn’t, I might not have been so abrupt in my reply. I was still pissed off at him for hanging me out like that.

Mail sent:

Subject: Re: Last night
From: Jim Fawkes jimh02@sussexbenders.com
Date: Sat 06/02/20XX 10:35 AM
To: Ralph ralf.predator@yahoo.uk.com

I’m sorry, too. These things happen, I guess.

I can’t make it tonight. You’d probably just get called up again, anyway.

Maybe sometime when Tim is back? Or when you have a better idea of when you’ll be free?

Jim

PS: It was really great to get your message from the bartender. He did finally remember it, after I’d wasted thirty minutes or so waiting for you at that fucking bar. So thanks and fuck you!

I’d decided to go with the Russian guys, anyway.

The possibility of earning another £250 was just too tempting. That’s the incredible amount they’d offered if I’d stay with them overnight. Besides, the sex with them was just too good to pass up. All three of them had looked and been unbelievably sexy. The reality, once in their hotel room, had more than lived up to their looks.

They’d been almost as horny as I was, cumming in my ass again and again. It had been so good. And the way all three of them had simultaneously beaten me with their belts had been so intense, simultaneously awful and exciting, an incredible turn-on. My ass still burned with the aftereffect, reminding me of how great the entire experience had been.

The only downer was that they’d filmed everything. I’d tried to object, but they just belted me until I accepted it. I had no choice. The only good thing was that they didn’t do it all that professionally —they were way too busy having their fun with me— and so I figured (well, hoped) that the video would be too amateurish to be worth viewing.

They’d probably do that again tonight, I had to assume. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound, I suppose. Fuck! They’d taped so much already, one more low-quality video couldn’t make much difference. Not enough to warrant passing up their money, anyway. At worst, it’d just get buried on some unknown Russian porn site.

The amount they’d promised for tonight still dazzled me. Adding the two nights together, I’d be only £100 short of what I needed to buy a new iPhone. I’d been drooling over the new ones for months, wishing I had the money to buy one. My parents had made it clear they wouldn’t buy me one, that it was up to me to earn the money to pay for it if I wasn’t willing to stick with my clunky old one (an antique Motorola, if you can believe it). Well, this would be the weekend I did that. The most profitable weekend in my entire life!

Okay, my ass would pay. I had to expect that, if they were willing to pay that much. They’d promised a caning. Beyond that, it could be anything. But probably not that much more than what I’d got last night, I figured. I wasn’t too worried. It wouldn’t be the first overnight session I’d experienced, after all.

Fuck! Even if it did turn out to be more intense, I didn’t care. Okay, my buttocks still felt stung by a hundred wasps and would undoubtedly get stung by a hundred more. But —what the fuck!— I’d proved over and over again that I could take it. I wanted the money, I needed it. I could do it. And would. I could even stay overnight, thanks to my parents’ friends.

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[2]

I’d got home last night around midnight, to find a note pinned to my bedroom door.

Dearest Jim,

Your father and I have been suddenly called away to be with our dear friends in Dorset, the Middletons. You’ll remember them, I’m sure. They were very kind to you the last time they visited.

We just learned that Miles was in a terrible car accident this afternoon and is badly injured. We’re going there to help Marie in whatever ways we can. I don’t know how soon we’ll be back, but certainly not before Sunday evening at the earliest.

There’s food in the fridge and lots in the freezer, so please help yourself to anything. We’ll phone you on Sunday if we decide to stay longer.

Mom

I didn’t know their dear friends well and don’t remember them as being particularly kind. I’d met them a few times, but mostly just to be introduced and dismissed. But I was grateful to them for dragging my parents away.

What was particularly marvellous was that they’d be away tonight. I mentally thanked the Middletons for the accident. Oh, I know, that’s fucking selfish and totally uncaring. My parents’ friend Miles might really be in a bad way. But, frankly, I didn’t give a shit. The important thing is that I could now go with the Russians tonight. And, even better, stay with them through the night.

It wouldn’t be a sleepover, I assumed. Not one involving sleep, anyway. But it might very well extend well into the early morning. I certainly wanted it to. They’d said they’d give me £250 if I was able to stay as long as they wanted. Maybe even more, if I put out for them like they wanted.

I sure hoped I could, that I’d impress them enough to get them to do that. They’d virtually promised tonight would include a caning, which they seemed to deem special. I hoped they would. I figured they’d almost certainly give me more if I was able to take that well.

I had mixed feelings, of course. It would definitely be a test. I had no idea how much they might give me, nor how bad their cane might be. What I’d got from Tim the previous weekend hadn’t been all that bad, but if Randy had been right —and he probably was— Tim had held back. I somehow doubted that the Russians would.

I hoped they wouldn’t. I really wanted the chance to impress them, hoping they’d give me more money. Besides, I really did still want to find out what a serious caning would feel like. I wanted to prove to Randy that I could take what he’d got and get turned on, just like he had. I felt so fucking inadequate for having never got what he got.

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I spent most of that Saturday preparing myself for the evening.

Mostly, I alternated between sitting in an ice bath and lying face down on my bed with Tim’s Aloe Vera spread over my buttocks. I’d done that when I got home and did it again several times after I woke up. I don’t know how well that worked, but my buttocks did feel more normal by that afternoon.

I also went for a long run, which loosened me up, and took the £200 I’d been paid to my bank. By the time the early evening arrived, I felt ready for anything. My hangover had gone, I was totally recharged.

I’d showered and flushed my insides out, making myself squeaky clean both inside and out. I’d put on freshly-washed pale gray boxers, a clean pair of faded-blue jeans, a fresh white T-shirt, and my sexiest gray-green V-neck pullover. The colours all went with my grass-green anorak, which I thought made me look sexy. I wanted to turn them on.

With luck, this was going to be good. I was ready, nervous, and excited.

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[3] Pub time

I got to the Bar 7 pub a little before 8. When I went in, it was packed.

You’re becoming a regular the bartender grinned. It was the same guy who’d treated me to a beer the previous night.

It’s your fantastic service I grinned back. At least when the beer is free.

Yeah, well that only happens the first time he laughed. You want one now?

Yes, please I nodded, pulling out a £10 note. Keep the difference as thanks for last night. You were kind to me.

Thanks he grinned, pocketing the note. You’re looking good. You must have done well last night with those Russians.

Yeah I snorted. I did. I grinned. They paid me a lot. And were fucking good, too. I’m meeting them again tonight. At least I think and hope I am.

Sounds like you’re in clover he laughed. You’re in luck. They’re here now, in a booth in the back room. They’re probably waiting for you.

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I took my beer into the back room and soon found them.

You came! Kirill grinned. Good! I’ve won my bet.

I didn’t think you’d come Alexei smiled. I was sure you’d chicken out.

I laughed. Why the fuck would I do that? Last night was great!

You able to stay late? Kirill asked. Past midnight?

Yes, I can I grinned. I’m in luck! My parents have unexpectedly had to go away, and won’t be back until tomorrow evening. So I can stay as long as you want, providing I’m back by tomorrow afternoon. I grinned again. I’m looking forward to this!

You mean you want the extra money Kirill grinned.

That too I shrugged. And then laughed. I want it all, actually. Your pricks as well as the money.

You’ll get it all Kirill smirked. Finish your beer and let’s go.

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[4]

No hotel, this time. We drove out into the country. I soon lost track of where we were. We finally pulled up into a long driveway that ended at a rather nondescript manor house.

The house was very isolated. I could see no sign of nearby houses when we got out.

Okay, kid, this is it Kirill smirked. Do as you’re told here. It will go badly for you if you don’t.

I looked at him and snorted. That’s what you said last night.

More so here, boy. He took out his phone and clicked a number.

Eto Kirill he said when someone answered. Byli zdes’. He listened and nodded. Khorosho.

The front door opened. A young black in his early twenties motioned us in.

Hey, Kirill! the black guy grinned. This the new kid you were crowing about last night?

Yeah. Meet Tyrone, Jim. Tyrone’s our big cock guy.

Tyrone laughed. Kirill’s trying to scare you. I’m just the manservant here. The token black on the payroll.

He looked even younger now that I saw him close up, barely in his twenties. Big grin, lean, big frame. Maybe a couple of inches taller than me. And clearly a lot more muscular.

Boris is in the library he told Kirill.

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We followed Tyrone into a spacious room. If it was a library, it wasn’t much of one. Lots of wood panels and bookcases, but no books. A fire was blazing in a traditional fireplace. Drinks were set out on a table.

An older man —probably in his early thirties— greeted Kirill in Russian.

Da Kirill nodded. He grinned. Yemu eto nravitsya, Boris. On idealen.

Prevoskhodnyy! the older man smirked. He turned to me. Kirill tells me you’re a natural for what we do here. Welcome!

Thank you, Sir I responded automatically, looking at him quizzically. What do you do here?

He snorted. Oh, I’m sure you can imagine. He said something to Kirill, who laughed and took me to the table.

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Vodka without the pepper this time? Kirill grinned.

Sure I grinned back. He poured for all of us, including the older man.

The older man raised his glass and grinned. K nashemu novomu pornozvezda!

Nash novyy pornozvezda!! the others laughed. They raised their glasses to me and drank.

Bottoms up! the older man smiled at me. We’re toasting you, our new star. What’s your name?

Jim, Sir. I emptied my glass and spluttered.

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You’re more used to beer, I suppose? he smiled. Get Jim a beer, Tyrone.

Yassir! Tyrone grinned, doing that. He sounded more West Yorkshire Caribbean than Russian.

Thanks! I grinned, taking it. Spasibo! I said to the older man.

Pozhaluysta! he grinned back. You’re welcome. He looked at Kirill. On ne glup.

Prosto ochen’ molodoy Kirill snorted.

Eto to, chto my khotim the older man smirked. You look younger than I expected, boy. And you definitely look sexy. We look forward to a great performance.

I grinned. Just tell me what to do, Sir, and I’ll do it.

We call it The Porn Game. He smirked. You’ll be the lead.

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He was looking me up and down. Take your clothes off.

I shrugged and did that. Just then, another man walked in.

Not bad he shrugged, looking my nude body over as he poured himself some vodka. How old are you, boy?

Seventeen, Sir. I turned seventeen three months ago.

Turn around. I did that. He’s certainly photogenic he said to the older man. Young androgynous face, slim, nice round buttocks: the perfect type. Definitely a crowd pleaser. He laughed as he saw my prick swell. Even gets a hard-on easily. You’re in luck tonight, Boris.

I hope so Boris smirked. He looked at the black servant. How would you rate him, Tyrone?

Sexy as hell Tyrone grinned. A lot better than the last kid these guys brought, that’s for fucking sure.

He’d better be Boris sneered. That one was a total loser.

Eto chertovski seksual’no mal’chik Alexei said earnestly. Ochen’ khorosho yebat’.

For whatever that’s worth Boris shrugged. What matters is how he looks on film, Alexei, not whether he’s good for the guy fucking him.

It sure helps Alexei grinned.

Boris laughed. I grant you that. He turned to the one who’d walked in. Let’s take him to the studio, Lev. Put your boxers and T-shirt back on, boy. We’ll start with you wearing those.

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[5]

The studio was a large brightly-lit room furnished with some sofas, tables, and easy chairs at the end we entered. Video equipment, lights, and a collection of benches, stools, and whipping frames were at the other end. A guy I hadn’t seen was moving two mobile video cameras into position, aiming them at a five-feet-long bench in the middle of the room. A third mobile camera was parked nearby, as were some mobile lights.

You want them around this bench to start, right?

For now Lev nodded. You can figure out the right angles when we start.

That’s a serious collection of equipment I said, impressed. And also scared. The guy Lev had just talked to was obviously a cameraman. This was clearly far more serious than I’d imagined.

We aim for a top-grade product Lev shrugged. Have you ever appeared in a porno film?

I shook my head. No, I haven’t. And I’m not keen on doing so now, Sir. I didn’t know you were going to be doing this.

No matter. We’ll tell you what to do.

I’m serious, Sir I insisted. I don’t want to do this. I won’t!

Lev laughed. Then why did you come? He looked at Kirill in puzzlement. This is the boy we saw on your videos from last night, isn’t it? What the fuck’s wrong with him?

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He was like this last night, too Kirill sneered. At the start, anyway, until we educated him.

Well, he’d better get that educated out of him right now Boris said irritably. Get him over that bench and cane him, Tyrone. We don’t have time for this kind of shit.

Lights! Lev said to the cameraman. Vzyat’ yego otsyuda, Volodya. Eto budet stsena 1.

No! Turn the lights off! I’m not going to be in some fucking porn movie! They just laughed. I mean it! I’m not doing this! You can’t make me!

You going to come on your own? Tyrone grinned. He’d come up beside me.

No! Get away from me! I looked around wildly. I’ll go to the police if you do this!

Lev laughed. After starring in those videos Alexei took of you last night? I don’t think so, kid. Get over to that bench.

Oh, please! I begged, realizing he was right. Please don’t make me do this!

We’ll help Alexei and Dimitri both offered. They looked at each other and smirked.

Tyrone shook his head. No need. He grabbed my right arm and jerked it up behind me. Let’s go, boy. We’re going over to that bench now. March!

NO! FUCK OFF! SHIT! LET ME GO!

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Stay by the bench Tyrone commanded, letting me go. He’d manhandled me over to the bench near the cameras.

I’m not doing this! I protested angrily. You can’t make me!

Lev came over to the bench and glared at me. Don’t be such an asshole! You knew what you were getting when you came here.

No! I didn’t! AOOOWHHH! Lev had slapped my face hard. FUCK! DON’T DO THAT!

I’ll do anything I fucking like, boy. Don’t contradict me! He slapped me again.

FUCK! He’d slapped my face a third time. DON’T DO THAT!

Shut up! And get those boxers off! NOW! Or we’ll cinch you over that A-frame and give you double.

I looked back. Alexei and Dimitri had stripped to T-shirts and boxers and were grinning in readiness.

Lev said something to them in Russian and turned back to me. Is that what you want, boy? To be tied down for a double caning? I shook my head. It’s up to you, boy.

There was no point arguing, not with that many guys. I pushed down my boxers and stepped out of them.

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Straddle that bench over this end. And hold onto it.

I did as he said. The bench was about twenty inches high and maybe fifteen inches across. I had to spread my legs wide to straddle it.

Keep your legs where they are, but get your head further forward. Grab the front legs, near the floor.

I had to lower my chest onto the bench to do that, pushing my ass up as I did so. He pulled my T-shirt down to my shoulders and left it there.

Stay like that! He looked at Tyrone crossly. Not that cane! Tyrone was holding a thirty-inch cane, the same size Tim had used on me the weekend before. Get a longer one. One that’ll really get to him.

Oh, please! I looked at the new cane Tyrone had picked, a three-foot cane. It was so long!

I looked back at the grinning black. He’d taken off the pullover he’d been wearing earlier. The muscles of his arms and shoulders bulged out his T-shirt impressively. His grin broadened as he saw my fear.

I was really afraid now. I’m sorry, Sir! I didn’t mean to complain.

Then why did you? He looked at Tyrone. Make him learn not to waste our time, Tyrone. Give him eight.

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[6]

OH, GOD! Tyrone had taken off his T-shirt and gone out to my left.

I could see his shoulder muscles ripple. He was even more muscular than I’d thought.

Tyrone touched the cane to my buttocks. I looked back at him, seeing the red light on the camera a few feet behind him. Another camera was out to my side, focused on my face.

He moved slightly and touched my buttocks again, grinning as he saw me look at him. You ready for this, boy? You ready for what it’ll do to you?

Oh, God, no! I moaned fearfully. He didn’t look like he’d hold anything back.

Oh, please! He’d reached way back. PLEASE!

He swung.

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YAIEEOOOOWHHH!! FUCKING SHIT!! FUCK! I felt a line of electrifying fire.

I couldn’t believe the pain. Tyrone had slashed the cane across my sit spot with incredible force. Nothing I’d got from Tim had prepared me for this. The black had hit so hard! So fucking hard!

I looked back at him to see him reaching back. OH, GOD! PLEASE! The line of fire across my buttocks kept getting more and more intense. I got increasingly afraid as I watched.

Tyrone grinned. And paused, watching me writhe as the welt burned.

You like that, boy? You into this? I could see the huge bulge in his crotch. You want this now? He suddenly reached back even further and swung.

NO!! I screamed. YAAAOOOOWGHHH!! AOOOWHHH!! SHIT! That blow hurt so much! FUCKING JESUS! PLEASE! My entire body shook as I tried to deal with the pain.

The cameraman hadn’t needed any direction to move a second camera to zoom in on my quivering ass. When I later saw the video, I could see how perfectly Tyrone had lined up that second blow. The close-up showed the cane slashing deep into the flesh of my buttocks and bouncing back out, leaving a white bar behind that quickly turned to a blazing deep red. The newly burning welt was almost exactly parallel to the welt from the first blow. He’d hit just close enough to the first blow to make the fire in that welt explode as well.

AIEEEOOOOWHHH!! JESUS! A third electrifying blow. OH, JESUS! SHIT! I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed the side of the bench and jerked up.

SHIT, THAT HURTS! I’d reached back to grab my buttocks with both hands. FUCKING SHIT!

I looked back at Lev pleadingly. That hurt, Sir! That fucking hurt!

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Get back down, boy! Lev said angrily. And get your hands back down in front! Don’t you dare move or reach back again while you’re being punished!

Oh please, Sir! I begged. I couldn’t help it, Sir! I just couldn’t! I was sobbing in fear as I stood there. Please! You can’t do this to me! You mustn’t!

Then you have some learning to do, boy. Get back down, or you’ll really get it on your ass.

Oh, please! I got back down, too fearful to disobey. You can’t give me this much! Please!

Lev looked at me contemptuously. Show him what we can do, Tyrone. Start over. Make it another dozen. He glanced at me derisively. You’ll learn, boy.

Oh, please, Sir! Please don’t give me so much! Please! I can’t take it!

That’s tough, boy. You’ll take it, and you’ll thank us afterwards. If you don’t, we’ll give you more. He looked back at the smirking black. Unleash hell, Tyrone! As hard as you fucking can!

Let’s get that shirt off first Tyrone grinned. I want to see that whole body writhe when I give him this. He put the cane down and pulled my T-shirt off. Yeah he beamed. That looks sexier.

Oh, Jesus! I sobbed fearfully, grabbing the table legs. He’d picked the cane up again.

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I watched him raise the cane and lean forward, flinching as he touched the cane to my buttocks. I was really afraid of him now. I involuntarily jerked forward as he did that again.

Yeah he grinned. You know what you’re getting now, don’t you?

Oh, God! I nodded. Jesus! He’d flicked it into me again. Oh, please, guys! Please don’t do this to me! Please! Another quick flick. I’ll do whatever you want! Honest!

Oh, Jesus! I’d seen him reach back. Oh, God! He’d swung. YAAAOOOOWHHHH!! JESUS!

OH, FUCK! AAOOOOWHHH!! FUCK! He’d slashed that one into me just below my crease. OH, JESUS, THAT HURTS!

YAAIOOOOWGHHH!! Another blow. FUCKING SHIT! SHIT! He was filling in the gap between that last one and the ones before. Jesus, that hurt. The three blows had hurt so much, so fucking much!

I held onto the legs of the bench, jerking from side to side as my feet danced, trying somehow to lessen the pain. Tyrone was so fucking strong! His blows hurt so much more than anything I’d got ever before.

Shit! I’d looked back in time to see him reach back again, reaching back even further. Oh, God! I watched him pause. And then swing.

YAAIEEOOOOWHHH!! FUCK! OH, PLEASE! This time he didn’t wait. JESUS! AAOOOWGHHH!

I barely kept myself down as he kept slashing that cane into me.

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[7]

Oh, Jesus! Jesus! I was sobbing uncontrollably as Tyrone put the cane down. I couldn’t help it, those last few had been so awful. I’d never imagined anything could possibly be so bad.

If this is what that cane had been for me, what Randy got in jail must have truly been unbelievable. With a longer cane, getting even more blows, what he’d got given to him must have been infinitely worse than what I’d just got.

It would be impossible to take blows that hard without being held down. He’d told me he’d been lashed down to the whipping bench they’d put him over, waist and wrists immobilized. I could see why. There’s no way I could have taken a caning like what he’d got and been able to stay down. I’d barely been able to do that taking those last twelve blows.

The pain in my buttocks was so incredible. It had built with each blow slashing into me, each stroke explosively adding to the agony overwhelming my brain. It was so bad! So fucking bad!

Tyrone was an expert caner. When I saw the film later, I could see the fifteen almost perfectly spaced parallel scarlet lines he’d laid down across the pale flesh of my buttocks, each one close below the one above it. It looked like I’d sat on a red-hot finely-spaced grill. The lowest line was a few millimeters below my crease, the highest one just below the top of my crack.

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Lev made me to stand up beside the bench, turn, and look at him.

He smirked. You still think you can tell us what to do, boy? Or do you need another demonstration?

I shook my head, still sobbing desperately. It was clear that I wasn’t to be given any choice.

Good! Then show Tyrone your appreciation.

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Tyrone had stepped out of his jeans and was wearing nothing but bleached-out purple boxers.

Now that I could see his whole body, I could see why his blows had been so powerful. From shoulders to feet, he was nothing but finely-sculpted muscle. Not overdeveloped muscle like a body builder, rather more like an ancient Greek sculpture of a famous Olympic athlete. Not totally Greek, though. The bulge in his boxers promised something a lot bigger than what those Greek sculptures showed.

It was clear what form appreciation was to take. My sobs subsided as I looked at his very sexy body.

He beckoned me over. And pushed me down on my knees.

I didn’t need any verbal instruction. The intent of his direction was clear. I reached up and grabbed at his bulge, feeling the growing snake within his boxers.

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Wow! It felt so massive. I could feel my own prick engorging as I felt the snake swell. I’d never seen a black prick. I’d assumed the stories about black pricks were urban myth. His was clearly no myth.

He grabbed my head and pulled it into his crotch, pushing my nose up against it. I knew what I had to do. I pulled his boxers down. He stepped out of them and kicked them away.

His hard-on was huge, easily a good eight-plus inches long. Thick, too. Certainly thicker than any pricks I’d ever felt. Seen so close, it looked monstrous. When I put my hand around it, my thumb barely touched my middle finger, it was so large.

He pulled my head up to it. I opened my mouth and took its tip in.

Even just the glans felt big. I sucked it with lips and tongue, feeling it fill my mouth as he pushed in.

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I spent the next few minutes sucking on more and more of that massive hard-on, dimly aware of the cameras moving around us. It was so large, it filled my entire mouth. I kept holding his hard-on in my hand, jerking him off as I sucked. He held my head with both hands as he gradually pushed further in, gently fucking my mouth as it pushed deeper in.

I’d grabbed his buttocks when he first pushed his prick in, holding onto them as I sucked, feeling his butt muscles tense every time he pushed his hard-on in. His butt felt so strong, I couldn’t help getting turned on.

He fucked my mouth gently but insistently, pushing in further and further until finally his glans hit my throat. I couldn’t help gagging when he did that. It felt like a huge potato stuck in my throat.

He pulled back and let me breathe. His prick was so hard, so big. By now I had a massive hard-on, just from imagining what that prick would feel like up my ass. When he finally pulled out and lifted me back up, I couldn’t help reaching for his mouth and kissing him.

We did that for a minute, until he pulled back and grinned. You’re fucking good, kid. I grinned back at him and suddenly kissed him again. He pushed me away and laughed. Get down over me.

He sat on the bench and pulled me over him.

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[8]

Oh, wow! I grinned up at him. That feels so good!

He’d positioned me over his knee and was slapping my buttocks with his hands. His hands were large. And his arm was powerful. Each time his hand slammed into my flesh it felt like being hit with a paddle that curved itself to my flesh. After the cane, it felt wonderful.

He gave me easily a couple of dozen fast slaps on each side, each slap igniting more blazing fires as it slammed down on welts left by the cane. But it was a mixture of fire and pleasure, the fire gradually turning more and more to pleasure as the slaps went on.

He suddenly reached down to pick up a tube. I rutted into his thigh as fingers and lubricant pushed in through my anus, stretching my asshole open, fingers reaching for my prostate. I was already so turned on, it took only that and a few more slaps to bring me to the edge.

You’re going to make me cum! I suddenly shouted.

He immediately slapped my balls, pushed me off, and positioned me with my hands on the bench. He held my buttocks and pushed his prick in. Or tried to. It didn’t go in easily.

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Oh, Jesus! His prick was so big!

It took some minutes for him to get his glans through my anus. He took his prick out a couple of times to spread more lubricant over it, pushing lubricant into my asshole too. I pushed my ass back as his fingers pushed in, each time getting more turned on. The third time he pushed in, his prick penetrated.

My anal muscles grabbed him as he slowly pushed in. Relax he told me gently. I tried to, but couldn’t. It took him a while to gradually press in.

He paused for a few moments with his torso pressed against my buttocks, his hard-on fully into me.

He gave me time to adjust. And then pulled back and started lunging. Slowly and gently at first, gradually picking up speed.

The sensation was so extraordinary, way more intense than when Tim and the Russians had fucked me. Tim’s prick wasn’t small —his pole was about seven inches— but it was nothing like the length or thickness of the log now moving back and forth in my rectum.

My prick had gone limp when Tyrone first pushed in, but had started to swell up again once he’d got it all in. It got harder and harder as Tyrone’s lunges accelerated.

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He suddenly stopped and pulled out.

Give me that paddle, Alexei! The rubber one. He grabbed it from Alexei and slammed it into my buttocks.

AOOOWHHH! FUCKING SHIT! That was totally unexpected. FUCK! AAOOOOWGHHH!! SHIT!

Tyrone was hitting all over my ass, yelling in glee. Yeah! Take that, boy! His hard-on jutted out like a steel pole. Take that on your fucking ass!

Oh Jesus! He was slamming the paddle in so hard. Oh, wow! Fuck! Jesus!

FUCKING SHIT! He’d hit down over my crease onto the backs of my thighs. THAT FUCKING HURTS!

OH, JESUS! He’d done it again. JESUS! DON’T DO THAT! PLEASE! OH, PLEASE!

He was hitting so fast. And I couldn’t see the paddle. Oh, Jesus! Oh, God! It kept smacking into me so hard! FUCK! That one had really hit hard! OH, WOW! FUCK! FUCK!

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He grabbed me and lifted me up, flipping me over onto my back.

He pulled my ass up as I held my back down onto the bench, lunging deep in and quickly beginning to fuck hard. My head and my back were on the bench, but everything below that was pulled up into him. I was totally his fuck-boy now, totally dominated by his fearsome prick as he leaned down into me.

He was really turned on now, lunging in fast. Nothing gentle about those lunges now. His torso was slamming into my buttocks like a paddle, his pole lunging deep each time he rammed it in.

We were both super excited on now. He’d grabbed the backs of my knees and was pushing down on them hard, holding himself up as he kept slamming into me. I grabbed my prick and started jerking off. My prick was so hard, I was so fucking turned on!

I was dimly aware of the camera moving in for a close-up, but was way too turned on to care. I was jerking off so fast now, his prick plunging in so hard!

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He abruptly pulled out and picked up the rubber paddle again.

Oh, wow! I’d seen it this time. It was black, easily twelve or thirteen inches long, and half an inch thick. Wide, too, as well as flexible. Maybe three inches wide.

He kept pushing down on the back of one my knees to keep my ass up as he slammed the paddle into me. Oh, Jesus! Oh, wow! The paddle hit so hard.

This get to you? he grinned, hitting even harder. This make your ass hot?

Oh God, yes! I grinned back. I felt totally turned on. WOW! FUCK! KEEP DOING THAT!

FUCK! FUCKING JESUS! He’d pulled my legs open and was hitting into my crack. OH, JESUS! DO THAT AGAIN! FUCK!

AAOOOOWHHH! He’d somehow slammed it onto my anus. FUCK! Oh, God! Jesus! He was slamming it all over the sides of my ass cheeks. SHIT! AOOOWHHH!! FUCK!

AOOOOWGHHH!! He’d hit my anus again. Oh, Jesus! I was so hard! FUCK! He’d done it again.

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OH, WOW! He’d dropped the paddle and rammed his prick in, holding my legs apart as he did that.

JESUS! I was so incredibly turned on! FUCKING JESUS! OH, WOW!!

He’d plunged completely in with that first lunge. After some more lunges, he let go of my legs and reached forward to grab my shoulders, lunging into me even hard at the new angle. I grabbed his waist with my legs, pulling myself up onto him, helping him to lunge in deeper.

OH, FUCK! His lunges were so fast now! And his prick so huge!

OH, WOW! SHIT! He was ramming in so deep! WOW! FUCKING JESUS! WOW!

Somehow, his lunges kept accelerating. His torso was slamming into my ass so hard, so fucking fast! It was like a rubber paddle on a fast-rotating wheel, it slammed into me so fast.

OH, YES! Tyrone yelled. OH, YES! YES!

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FUCKING SHIT! I suddenly shouted, gripping his prick hard. I’m going to cum!

SO AM I! he yelled back. Oh, fuck, kid! He was banging into me so fast! Oh, God, that asshole is tight! Keep holding me!

I will! I was clutching him hard with my anus. Oh, God! His prick felt so good! I’m cumming, Tyrone! I’m cumming!

Me, too! Tyrone gasped. OH, FUCK, KID! OH, WOW! We were both spurting. FUCK! FUCK!

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Oh, wow! we both gasped, grinning as we looked at each other.

Tyrone had slowly withdrawn and pushed himself off. I was still flat on my back, legs now down on either side of the bench. My asshole was still pulsating from what his prick had done. I could feel it leaking his cum.

I looked up at him and grinned. You were fantastic, Tyrone.

I’ll say the same about you, kid he grinned back. You have a fantastic ass.

Your prick was so incredible! I somehow could still feel it lunging inside me. I’ve never felt anything so good!

Nor me. Come! He pulled me up, pulled me to him, and kissed me hard.

I melted as we kissed and hugged each other, totally overcome by what we’d done.

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That’s a cut, Volodya.

Lev grinned as the others applauded. You guys were good!