Prisoner C0C5UK3R 69 - Part 3

As the anal opening was breached, pussyboy remembered the fact that the invading cock was eight inches round at the edge of the helmet, he gulped again remembering as it had slid inside him. Now Carter grunted and gasped as the loved cock began its heavenly journey inside him. With each deep grunted breath the mammoth pole slipped further and further in. Eyes boggling pussyboy could only wonder as finally the warder lay impaled on Len’s groin.
“Balls deep,” grunted Carter with satisfaction, “balls deep,” he smiled with elation. It had been much easier this time, wearing the dildo for two hours had been a great help, as had the somewhat inexpert rimming.

“Balls deep,” murmured pussyboy as his own anal canal pulsed and twitched causing the boy to shiver with, with, shocked he recognised, the feeling of anticipation. “ No noooo nooo,” he screamed mentally but found he could not take his eyes of the enthralling coupling before him. Now he knew it really was possible to take that huge piece of flesh inside him, he has already done it orally and again the feeling of desolation flooded over him. What was he becoming, where did his future lie now and why was he now feeling the strange wants and needs for sex in this new fashion

Carter breathed gently and rhythmically and satisfied that all was well began to fuck himself against the huge weapon lodged inside his lovechute. Pussyboy watched as the two selfish men began to pleasure themselves against each other. This was to be no example of lovemaking this was sex, lusty self-satisfying hard core rampant man on man sex and as the odours of masculine coupling began to invade the confining space, pussyboy felt his own cock begin to respond and once again the youth found his own sex betraying him as his cock hardened and pulsed and the tip gleamed wetly. Even worse was the tickle deep inside his own fuckchute and instinctively pussyboy found his fingers beginning to thrust inside himself anxious to quell the lusty want that now existed there.

Both Carter and Len began to grunt in increasing tempo and length. Len despite his strength was disadvantaged by the weight of his abuser and frustrated that he was not able to thrust as his own nature would have intended. He did his best to accentuate the sensations by withdrawing into the mattress beneath him as far as he could allow. Carter took advantage of this to raise himself so that the edge of the ponderous helmet almost but not quite could be seen at the opening of his fuckchute and he grunted with increased passion as the hard throbbing sex length filled and refilled the chasm within him. 

The pair began to sweat freely now, with little clear rivulets of salted passion running down from both their brows. Pussyboy watched as these sex streams coursed down the muscular body of the warder and closer and closer he edged to one particular passion salted tear until from somewhere within himself he leaned forward and licked the sweat rivulet. His own passion now enflamed by the hot salt sweat caused him to lust for something more and he started to lick the warder all over, sucking and nipping at the warders proud nipples. Down he went down further past the straining muscles of the sweat stained belly until he slicked his way along the warders hard, steel bone of a cock that jutted and cried forth it’s wanton manliness. Deep he took the now eight-inch cock, sucking down the leaking emission of the warders’ sweet pre-cum.

Locked together the trio fucked their way to their lusted for climax. The deep thrusts of Lens vast weapon doing the first damage as it crushed the warders prostrate gland until with a trembling long drawn out shudder the warder ejaculated hotly and deeply straight down into pussyboys eager swallowing throat. Len delighting in the sensations as his cock was squeezed with the warders climax also began to jet his own sperm high into Carters arsehole, filling his bowels with his man juice, but even as he commenced his ejaculation pussyboy spat his climax onto the floor beneath him, shuddering along with the warders orgasm. They rocked gently in the aftermath of loveless passion and now again they could hear cuntboy as he also attained another climax down, down below them.

Slowly their movements stopped and the warder tensed, deep breathing as he became more and more aware of the invasion of his body, now came the aching hurt of passion spent, of muscles and arseholes abused, of tender headed cock helmets which sought to draw back within their sperm slicked shells.
Len grunted deeply, causing his cock to twitch and pulse and at this Carter began the slow withdrawal of the love muscle. Slowly painfully and pain inducing he raised himself up and off the still twitching pile of sex flesh. Finally he was fully clear and now the depression of emptiness coursed through him and part of him wanted to seize the magnificent tube and plunge it back inside him.

Len looked at his sperm and goo covered cock.
“Clean it,” he told pussyboy who raised himself from his sated after climax slumped position to begin the task of cleaning the hard tube of all the liquids covering it.
Carter relaxed against the cell wall watching the boy at his task. He still felt empty inside, but the sating of his passion now enflamed his depression turning it into a feeling of well being. Pussyboy had now finished his task and knelt back on his knees. Len looked at him with an unfathomable deep look in his eyes.
“Clean him out,” he whispered.

Pussyboy looked at his master for some kind of indication as to what he meant, again he was in deep beyond his youthful experience and knowledge of man to man sex. Carter watching, felt his pulse quicken and his cock still deflating, stopped and pulsed with anticipation.
“Clean him out,” stated Len malevolently, “lick his arsehole deep and get my spunk back inside your stomach.”

Pussyboy blanched, his already wan face paling even more. Carter smiled and leaning back opened his legs so that his lovehole was ready for this new sex abuse, he felt his arsehole twitch and pulse in eager anticipation. Tentatively pussyboy nervously knelt forward and began licking the outer edges of the man’s hole. The smell was he found intoxicating and unable to help himself the boy launched his tongue as deep as it would go. Not satisfied he found himself opening his mouth wide, wider, so that he could cover the throbbing hole and suck deep until at last Len’s sperm was sliding down his throat.

Len watched as the eager boy suckled on his new teat until he could suck no more. Pussyboy leaned back his mouth covered with sweat and passion and semen, his eyes were bright with lust and he savoured the combined flavours of Len's spunk and the warders goo enrighed hole. He never realised that he was licking his lips with pure lusty satisfaction
“More,” stated Len, “get it all.”
Terrified pussyboy looked at his master and shook his head with unasked questions.
“Here, “ said Len and as the boy approached him he grabbed pussyboys right hand and began to cover it with lubricant.
Carter leaned back, his eyes glittering with lust. He knew what to expect now.

Len quickly coated the boys’ hand and arm with the lotion and then took the hand and formed it so that pussyboy could push it deep inside the warders’ anus. Wonderingly pussyboy eased his hand into the deep pink hot tunnel. Slowly his hand disappeared inside the man.
“More,” said Len, “further in. Find my spunk,” he ordered.

Hesitantly pussyboy pushed his hand further in. He could not believe how hot and velvety the warders fuckchute felt. He could feel the warders’ body pulse and the envelope that held his hand seemed to fit him close like a well-worn glove. Carefully he eased his hand and now his wrist further into the welcoming void. As he did so his own cock began to harden and pulse in time to the beat he sensed through the contact with his hand. Pussyboy looked down at his own cock and at his arm sticking out of the warders’ arse. He could not believe that two short days ago he had been an ordinary troubled teenager now in so short a time he was a decadent cockslut and worst of all more and more he wanted this.

Now without further prompting he slid his hand in further inside the warders’ lovetunnel so that he was a good four inches past his wrist. As he did so Carters cock began to throb and pulse and as pussyboys hand came into contact with his prostrate he grunted and his cock spilled forth a cockhead-covering wave of pre-cum.
“Hold it there,” whispered Len watching the warders’ response, “now ease back and find that lump.”

The boy did as he was told.
“Now open your hand and gently squeeze the lump,” said Len his eyes never leaving the warders face.
Carter grunted and his cock rose hard and high gaining another hard inch.

“Now squeeze it and squeeze it,” insisted Len and as pussyboy opened and clenched his hand around the unfamiliar hot lump Carter grunted hard and raised himself high off the bed, dragging the boy up with him as he shot hot and high, the seven spurts of lovejuice hitting the cell wall behind him and above him.
As Carters climax began pussyboy felt his hand and arm being crushed as the love tunnel squeezed him back and he found himself watching in disbelief as the throbbing spitting cock continued to dribble wave after wave of cum down along its steel hard length.
“Now pull your hand out,” commanded Len, “and clean it up.”

Pussyboy slowly withdrew his crushed limb and began to clean it of the sperm and other liquids that coated it, again and again he sunk it back inside the quivering hole until at last no more of anything came back out. Carter lay almost sedated in a deep sex-induced stupor as the boy did his work.
“Push the dildo back in,” he at last managed to croak through his dry lips and grinning Len picked up the false god and without bothering to grease it, pushed it in hard and deep, grinding it round and round as he did so. Carter did not even flinch at this extra abuse, but both men felt the mans fuckhole grab the dildo with gusto.

Carter now took a deep breath and carefully stood up. Pussyboy noticed that the legs were not quite as straight as they had been, the man had been fucked bow-legged.
“I hope you learned something pussyboy,” he smiled as he reached for his gown, “ and I look forward to seeing you take that up the arse,” he added nodding at the still hard shaft.