Two Slaves

He lay on the bed of the hotel room, his suitcases on the luggage stand by the closet. His blond hair was parted in the middle and a youthful, early twenties physique and six-foot form were on his bed, his legs dangling from the foot. There was a knock on the door. He leapt from the bed and pounced on the door. Turning the handle, he gazed on the seventeen-year-old boy whom he knew only online whose dark hair, cut short, and a slight build were striking.

“Hi,” he said to James. “Come in.”

James stepped into the hotel room. Within minutes they were embracing on the bed, their cocks pressed tightly together through the fabric of their pants. Then another knock at the door interrupted them. They looked at each other and smiled; he jumped up, ran to the door, and peeked through the security window—it was the other slave. He opened the door and ushered the blond slave, Matt, in. His short teenage frame was like that of a soccer player and his light brown hair was cut short into a typical jock haircut. The three of them collapsed into an orgiastic pile on the bed.

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A week later, the three boys were totally exhausted. An entire week of non-stop sex had drained their once virile bodies into dully glowing from the afterglow and their laughter had drifted off into lopsided smiles. The room now smelled of sweat and sex and the bed’s coils had probably suffered permanent damage from the constant sex.

“Well, I guess it is time boys,” he said. All three boys knew what he meant. James and Matt stripped out of the sweaty boxers they were in and faced each other in the center of the room, slightly bent over at the waist, hands on each other’s shoulders. “Go,” he said and the two boys lunged at each other.

James quickly gained the upper hand, despite his lanky build. Matt, for his part allowed himself to be pushed around at first, hoping to inspire overconfidence in James. It worked; James grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him hard off balance. As Matt fell back, he reached out and grabbed James’ low-hanging balls from under the black tuft. James shrieked as his jewels were yanked from his body, but twisted wildly forcing Matt to land on his side. James, however, was hurt badly. He held onto his wounded crotch.

Matt now jumped back up and kicked James in the stomach; the dark-haired boy collapsed. Matt straddled his conquered foe and reach down for his nuts again. The swift crushing of his own nuts surprised him. He screamed and fell onto his side, freeing his nuts from James’ grip. The two boys pushed away from each other, both holding their crotches tenderly.

James was the first up. He closed in on Matt slowly. Matt watched him approach and blocked the first punch easily—it was too late to realize it was a sucker-punch. The fist slammed into his nose to a spray of blood. Matt’s hand flew to his face, uncovering his groin. James was taken aback by the blood. He had never seen so much and backed away from the defenseless boy. Matt collapsed on his side, his hands over his face and his legs flailing in pain.

Suddenly, James gathered his courage and rushed the downed boy. His right hand sunk into the crying boy’s crotch and he squeezed the treasures there.

“One, two, three,” he counted as he watched the boys grappling. Matt was still on his side, bleeding from his nose and his nuts being pulverized. “Four, five! James, you won!”

James released his slave’s balls, who in turn curled up and sobbed openly. He kissed James deeply. “I guess it wasn’t your last cum after all.” He reached into his suitcase and withdrew a huge burdizzo. “OK, James. This is your toy,” he said smiling.

James walked to his slave who was still curled up and crying. “Open your legs,” he said. James’ slave, despite the pain, rolled onto his back and spread his legs. James held the sack he had already destroyed in his hand. He placed the metal jaws onto the skin and felt for the cords. When it was aligned, James squeezed the handles and the cord was crushed. Matt tried to double over but he held him down as James ruined his manhood. After ten seconds, James released the half-man’s dying testicle and moved on to the last. James felt for the cord and again brought the metal jaws down on it. In ten seconds, Matt was no longer a man and was now the slave of a slave.

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