Thai Boy Ch. 09 by tattoo_dragon
Dive into the captivating world of “Thai Boy Ch. 09” by tattoo_dragon, where passion and desire intertwine in an unforgettable gay love story. Join the characters as they navigate the complexities of romance and explore their deepest fantasies. Don’t miss out on this thrilling chapter filled with sizzling moments and emotional depth!
Writer’s note: This story contains dominance, submission, sadism, spanking, and humiliation in public places. Just a heads up in case that is not your cup of tea.
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“Our boy has already come twice today. Two big loads of creamy boy juice. Isn’t that right, Prasang?”
Prasang could not answer because he was wrestling with Martin’s tongue down his throat. “RRMF…MMF!”
Martin tugged backward on Prasang’s collar, forcing him to open his mouth wider and take him in all the way. His other hand had the boy’s big, flaccid cock in his grip.
When Martin at last let up, Prasang had to gasp to catch his breath.
“Y-yes, master,” he panted. “I came two times today already. MMF!”
Now Gary wanted his turn. He pulled Prasang’s face toward him and their lips locked together, forcing the boy to make more muffled, gagging sounds as his tongue pushed in deep.
While Martin continued stroking his cock, Gary pulled down on three of the clothespins attached to his balls, making him heave and squirm as they made out. “RRMF!” His face turned red as Gary gagged him.
This had been going on for a good twenty minutes now. Poor Prasang was helplessly suspended between the two older Australian men who were ravenous for his delicious young body and could not get enough.
His legs were spread wide across their laps and he had to clutch the backs of their beach chairs to keep himself upright. His bare buns struggled and bobbed up and down between them, balanced precariously in midair with nothing to rest on.
I had been observing all of this with quiet fascination, occasionally taking my phone out to snap photos in the lantern light.
Prasang, with his muscular build and beautiful face, could probably have been a model or done TV commercials. Yet here he was, forced to serve and satisfy these two men who could have easily been his father and weren’t anywhere close to his league. Neither, for that matter, was I.
Prasang moaned and gasped, his chest heaving and starting to shine with sweat during this strange and intense workout.
“Oh, now that is a shame,” said Martin, ruddy in the face and trying to catch his own breath. “We would have loved to have seen him shoot.”
Martin kept his hand around the struggling boy’s tool, sliding the foreskin up and down to reveal the shiny purple cockhead.
The piss slit was so large that Gary decided to stick the tip of his pinky finger inside it and wiggle it around as they kissed. Prasang was already sore and protested through his locked lips.
“Well, he’s a strong young bloke,” Martin said. “Look, his cock’s going hard again already.”
“Hmm,” I thought, stroking my chin. “We don’t want to disappoint your new masters, do we, Prasang? What do you gents think? Would you like to see him come again?”
Martin lit up. “Oh yes, definitely! It’s only fair as we missed it the first two times, isn’t it?”
Prasang’s eyes widened in alarm. “MMF-UMF.” He tried to pull away from Gary, but Gary simply could not get enough and seized the back of his hair, holding his mouth hostage.
“And what say you, Master Gary,” I asked, “Would you like Prasang to shoot his load for you?”
Gary at last released him and Prasang gasped hard, desperate to get some air in his lungs. The older man caressed his hair while the tip of his finger continued to probe the head of his cock.
“Nothing would please me more,” Gary said, smiling at Prasang’s dismay.
Obedient as Prasang was, he was shocked and bewildered at what we were saying.
For the past three weeks I had been using and abusing his body on a daily basis and I knew he was capable of coming multiple times within a short period. But that, of course, was in the beginning when I hadn’t put him through anything as intense as what had happened today.
“Master, but…but, AH!” As Martin stroked him, Gary pushed still deeper into his piss slit, pinching the cockhead with his other hand to force the lips open.
I continued as if I hadn’t heard him. “And would you guys prefer a little, spent burst or a big, steaming bucket?”
“Oh, big, steaming bucket, definitely,” Martin said, “We’d love to take some home to Australia with us. A little taste of Thailand.” He caressed Prasang’s face, which was quickly going pale. “I expect to see nothing less than a river of your healthy Thai semen. Is that clear, Prasang?”
Martin squeezed Prasang’s shaft, having gotten it semi-hard again, which made the blood rush up to the head where Gary wiggled his finger around inside.
“Well, there you have it, Prasang, you want to make your masters happy don’t you?”
“Master…” he pleaded to me with his eyes. I knew what he wanted to say but didn’t dare, especially in the presence of these older men he barely knew.
“Very well,” I said, annoyed at his defeatist attitude, “Let’s take a vote. All in favor of seeing Prasang come another bucketful, raise your hands.”
Martin, Gary, and I all shot our hands into the air.
“And all opposed…?”
Prasang was silent, sitting there naked and helplessly pinned between his two captors.
“Oh, well, Prasang, looks like it’s three against one. I’m afraid you lose. That means I want your big Thai cock hard and throbbing as it’s ever been. I want you to fill one of these gentlemen’s empty bottles of Victoria Bitter to the top. Is that clear?”
Prasang slumped. He looked helpless and afraid.
His buns, so sore from the many lashes and spankings we’d given him, were unable to touch the ground. Spread eagled as he was, I could see his pink hole, clenching and unclenching in the shadowy indentation between his thighs.
I saw him make a real effort to fight back his tears, but they came anyway, streaming down his handsome face.
Throughout the entirety of this trip, I had seen him shed a few tears of pain and humiliation, but he’d taken everything I had to throw at him, absorbing it without complaint.
This was the first time I’d ever seen him break down.
I was paying him more than he could ever have dreamed for the “experience” I asked him to provide. He took the job seriously and had more than exceeded my expectations.
Watching him now, it dawned on me that he was terrified of letting me down. He genuinely did not believe he could come a third time and did not want me to be displeased.
I came around behind him and leaned in, kissing and licking at his tears as they flowed. They were warm and salty on my tongue.
Martin and Gary let up on him a bit, as well. They patted his shoulders and caressed the delicate skin of his inner thighs. “There, there. You’re alright, mate.”
“Prasang,” I said into his ear, “You want to please your masters, don’t you?”
“I do, master, I do!” He cried. “I want to please you, master. Please, believe me!”
I shushed him gently, caressing his trembling chest and shoulders.