Parking Lot -- Part Six -- Shish Kabob

Glancing to my left, I took in the view. Jack was witnessing his punishment in the mirror, flexing the chest muscles to display a pose of manly defiance, then closing his eyes to turn his head side to side. He groaned with every exhale of breath, as he sucked in his belly and allowed the weights to pulverize him even more.

Looking beyond, I could see Gary also looking in the mirror, a smile on his face, as he had jumped in to participate in the scene of torture. Using his fingers and thumbs, Gary had begun taunting our prisoner by tugging the hair under the arm pits. I raised my eyebrows when he looked at my reflection, asking him if all was ok, and he nodded yes. Our powers of silent communication were becoming astounding. 

I didn’t figure it would take Jack too long to cum, so I added another weight and watched him squirm. He looked up over his massive chest and our eyes met.

“Go ahead. None of your tortures will break me.”

I put his cock in my hand. “You will talk. Soon.”

Back into my mouth he went, as I added another weight to increase the punishment. Jack relished it.

“Go ahead, do your worst. I can take anything you can dish out.”

His lower jaw was thrust forward, as he looked at me in an expression of masculine defiance. 

Then, he looked at his nipples, first left, then right, before lowering his head back to rest on Gary’s chest. He resumed the groaning and heaving, as he endured his agony with incredible manly resistance. 

I released his penis and gave a command to G-man. “We must attack his masculinity. Torture his nipples. Perhaps that will break his spirit.”

Gary placed his fingers and thumbs on the stretched tits and went to work, ruthlessly pinching and scraping with his nails. I savagely attacked Jack’s penis with my mouth and added one more plate. Now, 70 pounds of weight pulverized his belly, while Gary’s throbbing pole continued to impale him. 

Jack’s response was to raise his head and witness his own punishment.

“God, no. Not my nipples. You sadistic bastards!”

He emitted manly groans and grunts, tensing his thighs to stretch himself even further and gallantly stand up to the torture. Then, he collapsed his head and turned to the right for a different perspective. I could feel shockwaves jolting throughout his cock, as the side view of his fantasy torture nearly drove him to insanity.

At this point, I was sure his agony had to be very real, but Jack took it like some sort of he-man in a sword and sandal movie, almost inviting more punishment. Soon, he was no longer interested in the mirror, as his eyes were closed and head on Gary’s chest. He had drifted deep into the dream and I wondered if we could bring him out of it.

Gary was enthralled. He watched in amazement and continued working on the nipples, as Jack’s heaving chest and flattened belly took more pulverizing punishment.

“You’ll never break me. I can feel your pole impaling me, but it doesn’t matter. None of your tortures will make me talk.”

Now I wondered how far he really wanted to go. He seemed to be inviting more pain, so I began to push down on the bar. Slowly, I applied pressure directly onto the navel, while 70 pounds of weight continued to crush his belly muscles. Jack lifted his head and let out a manly grunt.

“Nothing will break me. Torture me all you want. I’ll never talk.” He dropped his head, groaning with each exhale of tormented breath.

My savage attack on his surging cock continued, as I worked him up and down, squeezing tightly and grinding the bar into his belly button. I knew he had to be close, but despite my best efforts, the orgasm wasn’t coming.

I began to get annoyed. In all my years of sucking dicks, I had never failed to get a man off, but Jack seemed to be holding back. Perhaps, he actually wanted his fantasy of pain and suffering to last forever. 

For so long, these thoughts had been buried in his subconscious, but now that they had surfaced, he wasn’t about to let them go. 

I added another weight and brought 80 pounds onto his belly, which was the most I could give him. The bar was filled.

I pushed a little harder on the pole of impalement, putting further pressure onto his belly button. Using every trick and technique in my book, I attacked his swollen, pulsating cock with ruthless tongue, lip and throat attacks. I crushed that fat, juicy unit with every ounce of strength I could summon, but Jack held on as though he couldn’t feel it at all. 
I couldn’t believe this man. Did he think I wanted him to suffer? Was he afraid of disappointing me? Or perhaps, I couldn’t make him suffer enough to reach orgasm. The reason was a mystery, but one thing was for certain - I was not about to let him defeat me.

Looking in the mirror, I saw Gary still working on the nipples, but he was no longer smiling. I could tell his dick was once more aching to shoot, but with Jack’s weight on top of him, all he could do was lay there with his cock waiting and throbbing inside. This I could not tolerate. I was not about to let the big man underneath suffer, just because the guy on top demanded it. 

Jack was no longer making a sound. He laid there with head collapsed, eyes closed, chest heaving and hands still clasped to the rails. I wondered if he was even still with us. How the hell could he continue to take this much punishment and still not give me my cum?
Then it came to me. Gary’s yearning gaze in the mirror gave me the answer.

I stopped my oral stroke midway on Jack’s shaft and held it there. Then, placing all fingers between the bottom plate and his flattened belly, I lifted with all my strength to remove all eight plates, tilting them to my left along with the bar to crash onto the mattress. Pushing hard with my left hand, I rolled the plates away from Jack and pulled out the bar, allowing the plates to fall into a sloppy stack, flat on the bed. 

Jack looked up at me with eyes glazed over, waiting and wanting for me to continue his punishment. With his bulging cock still held in my mouth, I clamped both hands on his hips and lifted him up, simultaneously stimulating him and the man buried inside him. 

Now, I fucked them both. Keeping my head and mouth stationary, I continued lifting Jack’s pelvis up and pushing it down, forcing him to fuck my mouth. Each time he came up, I crushed him in the back of my throat, while Gary’s cock stimulated the inner rim of his ass. Each time I forced him down, I attacked the head of his dick with my tongue, while Gary pulverized the depths of his rectum. 

Steadily and repeatedly, l lifted him up and dropped him like a rock. The pace quickened, as I frantically sucked Jack and forced his ass to stimulate Gary.

Up and down, up and down, again and again our victim was forced to fuck my mouth, while his asshole stroked Gary’s cock. Looking in the mirror, I could see four feet with toes curling. The response I had been waiting for - begging for - had finally presented itself. 
Mercifully, reverberations began to rumble. Jack’s fat dick contracted and shot a blank. Two more times it prepared me for the inevitable. Gary’s writhing caused his back to arch, powerfully lifting Jack even higher into the air. Two manly grunts simultaneously filled the room and tasty sperm exploded into my weary mouth. Both men moaned in uncontrolled ecstasy, as never-ending streams of cum flooded my throat. 

I’m not too proud to admit that I came within inches of gagging. Ungodly wads of fluid were shooting directly to the back of my throat, trying desperately to trigger the choke mechanism. It was almost as though I was swallowing both Jack’s and Gary’s cum at the same time and I almost lost control - but I am proud to tell you that I did not.