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Joe could not keep his eyes off the blond kid at the gas station. He was gorgeous. Blond, blue eyes, probably 18, a senior at the high school working at the station part time. He was not a bodybuilder, but he was active in sports and was athletic. He usually wore jeans and a tanktop. His jeans showed off his athlete's thighs and crotch bulge very nicely. Rounded bubble ass also..
The tanktops also did the kid justice. His arms were nicely muscled for a high school kid, probably 15 inch biceps that were nicely defined, with shoulders to patch. His waist was thin, probably 27 or so, with abs that rippled and flexed their washboard qualities nicely. His chest did not have the muscular, scuplted pecs of a man yet. The smooth chest was nicely formed and showed signs of pecs that were beginning to form and have good definition if the kid kept in shape and continued to work his body. His face was incredible. Smooth, dimpled, with soft pouty lips and that dreamy, doe-eyed youthful look of innocence. Joe just couldn't wait to get hold of the kid. It was kids like this that had always made him angry. How dare they look that good and be above everyone else? Studs like that deserved to be taken in hand and taught that they were regular people too and that their looks had consequences. Joe was determined to introduce this kid to the consequences. He continued staring at the boy. His arm muscles flexed and balled as he worked. The kid had to know how this affected other people. He had to know that or he wouldn't be wearing tanktops all the time. He did it because he liked to show off his developing teenage muscles for the world to see. He was proud of them, how they flexed and striated and said look at me. That was why Joe stun-gunned the kid when he was alone at the station Sunday night. It was after closing time and the kid was preparing to leave. He never saw it coming. In short order Joe had the kid stripped and bound. He strapped the kid's wrists outward spreadeagle fashion while he lay on the floor. Then he attached restraints to his ankles and hoisted the boy's legs off the floor and into the air, attaching the ropes to an overhead beam, so the kid's legs were raised and spread. His upper back and head were all that remained on the floor. His lower back and ass were raised off the floor, and his teenage crotch was exposed and vulnerable. The boy was cut, had a medium cock, and medium balls. Blond pubic hair was limited to a small patch above his penis. He awaked the boy, who tried to move his limbs to no avail. He looked at Joe, and Joe looked into his eyes. "Hello pretty boy. You look like you are ready for some fun. You are going to get plowed and racked and nutted, sweet cheeks." "Oh my god, no. Please don't mister. Please. I want to have a future." "Too bad, muscle boy. Your days as a wannabe man are over." The boy began to cry and sob, his tears rolling down his handsome cheeks as his torso heaved with his sobs. Joe ignored it. Joe was hard as a rock by now, and rammed his cock into the boy's virgin ass with one violent thrust, making the youth scream and writhe in agony. He cried and yelled and begged to no avail. Joe rammed the boy again and again, in and out, in and out. He bent and kissed the boy hard on the lips, on his cheeks, on his neck and throat, on the lips again. God he was cute. Too bad for him. His hands reached beneath him and cupped the kid's smooth young testicles. As he fucked and kissed the boy, his fingers and thumbs pressed with terrific pressure into the boy's sensitive ball meat, compressing the tissues, trying to gain entry into the eggs themselves. They were tough. It took a while. But eventually, first one ball and then the other, Joe was able to penetrate the outer wall of the young testicles and force his fingertips into the meaty flesh inside, ripping apart the youthful seed pods, rending the flesh and vessels, forever destroying the young manhood they represented. He crushed and tore and devastated the muscleboy's nuts until he exploded into the boy's ass with a fire and drive he had not known for many months. As Joe's spent his seed into the young man, his lips locked onto the youth's, and he released the ruptured testicles from his grasp. He surveyed the scene----a young high school musclestud just deflowered and demanned at his hands. Incredible. One less muscle stud to have to worry about later. God he loved taking balls like that.
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