A Pervert's Punishment

Several girls squatted to the floor and quickly took hold of each of their captive's limbs, spreading them out and pressing their knees against each of the joints. With minimal effort, the wrestling team restrained Zack's exposed body to the floor with such force that even he knew there was no way for him to escape. Their strengthened bodies imprisoned him completely; all he could manage were inaudible sounds from behind a layer of duct tape and a sweaty gym sock.

Next, Katrina squatted down between Zack's spread thighs and took a firm grip on his growing cock. She immediately began moving her hand up and down against the warm flesh, much to Zack's surprise. Her experienced hand traveled to his sensitive tip and worked it between her finger for a moment before sliding back down to his thick base. Over the next minute, she repeated this motion again and again as Zack's flesh shaft increasingly red; Katrina purposely left her hand as dry as possible throughout the process.

"Now you might think I'm doing this to make you feel good, but really you're just being prepped," Katrina coolly informed Zack. "You see, once you're made to orgasm, you're really going to wish you never stepped foot in here..."

Katrina's continued to work on her new slave, her technique impeccable and surgical: her hand now traveled across his full length nearly twice a second, every so often closing on the tip of Zack's cock with intense pressure while giving the sensitive nerve-endings special attention. In no time at all, her hand produced a hint of precum from Zack's swollen member, signaling to Katrina that the captive young man was close to orgasm.

Her hand now began to focus exclusively on the tender head of Zack's cock while she nodded to two standing, nude teammates on either side of her. Zack watched as two more girls squatted down on either side of him before inching their fingernails across his bare chest. He blurted out a subdued cry from behind his gag as the girl's fingers came together at each of his nipples, pinching them painfully. The new sensation threw Zack's back into a high arch as Katrina's hand continued its onslaught against the tip of his dripping cock.

Within seconds, the wrestling team burst into triumphant chuckles as a hot, white eruption filled the air; their victim's hips did what they could to thrust forward as he was brought to orgasm beneath them. Katrina kept the pressure firm against the head of Zack's manhood, watching as several more streams of hot seed expelled themselves into the air and back down onto his bare chest.

As his orgasm started to subside, Katrina quickly let go of Zack's cock and was handed a towel from a girl at her side, quickly using it to wipe her hand clean.

One of the wrestlers holding Zack couldn't help but note, "Wow Katrina, you really made him buck."

Zack's breaths were now frantic pants of pleasure as a deepening fear settled inside the pit of his stomach while listening to Katrina's response, "You think that was something? Watch this..."

Katrina's toned, tight, underwear-clad body brought the cum-stained rag she was holding quickly against the sensitive, dripping tip of Zack's manhood. Just a single touch of the rag against his raw, nerve-filled skin instantly produced a fresh moan from her young prisoner's lips.

Wasting no time, Katrina gripped each end of the towel and began polishing the tip of Zack's cock with it, sending the entire length of the soft cloth traveling back and forth against the head of her victim's cock. After a few hard polishes, she would occasionally stop the rag and pull it back towards her while the head of Zack's cock was still trapped within, sending his length bending back away from the young man and closer to its tormentor.

The wrestling team delighted as their captive's gagged mouth exploded into fresh sounds, these new ones much more constant and panicked than before. Being nearly driven mad from having the head of his cock punished so thoroughly by Katrina's rag, Zack's body exploded into a desperate, squirming mass. Through the pain and pleasure, a wave of helplessness washed over the young man; even his most powerful efforts didn't seem to move or discourage the girls holding him down in the slightest. In fact, as his eyes struggled to focus, he noticed every single girl on top of him seemed to enjoy his struggle.

The sensation from between his thighs grew more intense with every passing second; before long, Zack felt like he was losing his mind.

"You see girls, breaking a boy is easy," Katrina taunted, running the towel back and forth quicker than Zack could comprehend, his useless, muffled please still echoing against the walls of the locker room.

Just as Zack felt his mind tumbling off the edge of a plateau into complete and utter madness, the torment seized. In the brief moment of respite, the young captive set his eyes above him, looking right at Katrina, not knowing what else he could do to stop her. He hoped against hope that she could read the torment behind his brown eyes.

His silent plea seemed to only make his situation worse; a second later, Kristina raised her left and brought the arch of her foot down hard against Zack's swollen shaft, bending it completely back and pinning its abused length to the ground.

Zack's body instinctively tried to throw itself forward, only to have the four girls on top of him slam it back down.

Katrina's eyes held onto Zack's as she balanced more of her weight on that left foot, increasing the pressure on Zack's cock until all her slave could do was scream behind his dirty gag.

"Ah... music to my ears!" Katrina cackled as she finally lifted her foot up, allowing Zack battered manhood to shoot back toward him. "Does anyone want to have some fun before we really break this boy?" she offered, looking at the girls around her. A few of the girls standing above their captive whispered among themselves, giving Katrina the only answer she needed. "Well then girls, go nuts..." she commanded as she took a few steps back and sat on a wooden bench, her figure eventually fading from Zack's sight as it was replaced by several nude wrestlers closing in around him.

One girl squatted down in almost the exact spot Katrina has occupied before, settling herself between the young man's thighs. The wrestler was a tall brunette, her tits perky and her body as firm as could be. Her kneeling flesh inched closer to Zack as she took his aching cock in her hand and held it up before dropping her own body down on top of it. Zack couldn't help but make a sound of pleasured pain as he felt his manhood easily slip inside her wet pussy.

In nearly the same moment, another nude, similarly built redhead, crouched down right on top of Zack's face and began to finger herself quickly. She growled in pleasure as she watched her teammate riding Zack's cock furiously, "That's right, fuck him Stacy. God, that turns me on so much..."

Stacy's slick sex pounded Zack's already sore cock again and again as her powerful muscles easily allowed her frame to slam up and down against Zack's much more slender body. "Damn Ann, you always love to watch."

Between fevered moans, Ann rubbed her finger against her swollen clit right in front of Zack's eyes and replied, "You know it," she managed to respond as pleasure took a hold of her body. The two girls locked eyes and Stacy began rubbing her clit at a pace to match Ann's against her own, sensitive bulb. The two girls pleasured themselves at the expense of Zack's body, each one working themselves to orgasm as Stacy's powerful body continued to pound Zack's cock. Within second, the girl's moans filled the room as they reached a simultaneous orgasm.

Stacy sat on Zack's dick and remained still for several moments, still rubbing her clit and savoring her orgasm with deep sounds of pleasure. Ann's orgasm, on the other hand, exploded out of her sex and splashed down onto Zack's face, drenching the young plaything. Ann's orgasm was still busy coating Zack's face as Stacy sat up, her juice shimmering off the restrained boy's cock.

Without warning, Zack felt a new girl replace Stacy. This new girl rode her plaything in a bit different manner as Stacy, but the power of her body against the helpless cock was just as fierce.

"These girls are animals..." Zack though as the new girl hungrily pummeled his tender manhood with her excited pussy, grinding against him momentarily before continuing to slam her weight completely against him in vicious bounces.

As more girls stepped forward to violate Zack's exposed body, the rational part of his brain started to shut down, sending him once again against the edge of his sanity. Several of the wrestling team followed Ann's lead and decided to use Zack's face as a receptacle for their orgasms. Seconds, minutes, and even hours started to become indistinguishable to Zack as the powerful girl's transformed his face and body into a dripping, sloppy visage, soaked in their own pleasure. During this time, Zack had been brought to orgasm himself from the primal rides he received from the girls but had barely noticed it through the shame and pain his body had to endure.

After reaching their climaxes, several of the girls took the opportunity to spit on Zack, making certain exactly how low they thought of him. The exhausted young man barely even noticed, as the girl's saliva mixed into the other liquids running down their captives face.

Zack was nearing his breaking point. His hips were sore from being battered by women much stronger than himself. His cock ached for relief after being ridden to a bruised pulp. His moans had withered down into nothing more than pitiful whimpers. With his eyes nearly rolling back in his head and body on the verge of collapsing, Zack struggled to understand what the wrestling team's next move would be. Through his blurred vision, it appeared the girls had all satisfied themselves and were prepared to let him be.

Just then, Katrina's powerful frame marched into his vision carrying something large in her hand. She stopped a few feet from the broken young man and placed the object against her lips before running her tongue down its length; Katrina was licking a thick, ten-inch rubber cock.

The sight ignited what little strength Zack still possessed to fight against his filthy sock gag and release a final plea for the girls to have mercy. Katrina found his little display of fearful begging amusing - the boy certainly knew hot to bring a smile to her lips.

"Get that tape off of him," Katrina commanded.

In a flash, two girls appeared next to the ones still holding Zack down and ripped the tape painfully away from his flesh, leaving his skin tender and red. Then they plucked the saliva-soaked soak from the young man's mouth and tossed it aside. Fresh air poured into Zack's lungs as he took his first deep, clean breath in what seemed like forever. Zack knew what he had to do next: he had to scream.

Before he could even make a sound, Katrina's foot slammed down hard between his thighs, landing precisely on Zack's exhausted shaft. Though not how the young man had envisioned it happening, his body took over as pain shot up his core and forced his mouth opened wide into a scream.

Seizing the opportunity, the two girls on Zack's arms reached in and pulled at his jaw, forcing his mouth open wide. Katrina leaned in and shoved the rubber cock down the opening, working the thing quickly down her victims throat. The immediate gags her actions produced from her plaything didn't rattle her one bit. In fact, it only encouraged her to shove harder down her captive's mouth, curious to see just how far this boy could swallow the toy cock.

Zack's body convulsed, his gag reflex doing everything it could to stop him from choking on the foreign object being forced into him. Katrina and the girls reveled in their prisoner's misery - the room actually began to cheer their leader on as she force-fed the thick shaft to their new slave. Empowered by her teammates enthusiasm, the strong woman pushed harder and harder, fighting with Zack's throat now for every extra centimeter as he spat up on the violating toy.

Zack was going to die here; he was sure of it. Amongst the rowdy noise coming from his abusers, his vision started to peel away into darkness. Any moment he would slip away into unconsciousness, and beyond that the young man could only guess...

Suddenly, he gasped violently as Katrina pulled the rubber shaft from him, leaving behind thick strands of drool which broke in the air. Zack was still awake, but his head slumped over and his eyes looked dead. He no longer had the strength to even produce the slightest sound from his maltreated mouth.

Katrina leaned in close to her broken plaything, taking hold of his chin and presenting the dripping toy cock before him. "Well now, bitch boy, I think it's about time we finish you off," she whispered callously, amused at the slight facial twitch her words brought forth from her captive.

"Girls, you know what to do," Katrina commanded and backed away.

The two girls holding Zack's legs sat up and grabbed each of his ankles, lifting them up over the young man's own head. Then, the other two girls on his arms spread them out further and kept them pinned while their counterparts finished folding Zack's legs over him and down to the floor behind. When the girls finished, their handiwork left their prisoner with his cock handing down directly over him, staring him right in the face.

Not quite finished, the two girls at Zack's legs crouched down on their respective limbs, holding each between their thick thighs. With their hands now free, they reached in at his top and bottom jaw, forcing his mouth open just as before. This time, Zack found no strength to resist them as they easily forced his mouth into a nice, round target. For a moment, the young man was sure he was going to be force-fed the toy once more.

A tingle against her virgin asshole immediately changed all that.

Without any warning, Katrina began forcing the rubber cock, now well lubricated with Zack's own saliva, down into her prisoner's unguarded rear end. The sensation produced a sound from the traumatized slave, sending him crying through the several fingers prying his mouth open. "Ohhhh girls, I think he likes it," Katrina sarcastically teased. Many of the girls chuckled at the taunt while their leader continued her efforts, driving the toy inch by painful inch down inside of Zack.

The young man couldn't comprehend how long the descent of the toy within him took, but every inch felt like a lifetime as his perky asshole squeezed against the invading cock's progress. Through it all, Zack cried out desperately, before finally feeling Katrina's drilling toy stop, seeming settled inside of its new home.

Then the toy was pulled out of him in one quick motion, leaving his now gaping hole burning. His rear end retracted closed for a second before Katrina brought the slick dildo down once more, plugging her victim's tight hole for the second time. Zack squealed as Katrina began to thrust the toy completely in and out of him now, every invasion seemingly quicker and easily than the one before. It didn't take Katrina long before she had loosened Zack enough to begin fucking him properly.

As with the rest of her tormenting, Katrina was not delicate in violating her captives aching asshole. She used her powerful muscles to drive the rubber shaft down as hard as she could with every thrust, determined to give the young man as little time as possible to recover between each pounding. Katrina worked Zack's ass like a jackhammer, fucking it into complete submission.

"You can stop this you know... all you have to do is cum one more time, and we'll be finished here," she explained much to Zack's surprise, never ceasing her fevered abuse of her slave's most private orifice as she offered him a means of relief. Even with what little facilities the young man had left, he was able to calculate what this "relief" would truly cost him. He could already see his own cock dripping above his head, dangling precum down onto his stripped body. Eventually, Zack knew his body would succumb to its abuse and ejaculate, sending his hot seed streaming down into his own forced-open mouth.

The captive wanted to fight back. He wanted to convince them to stop. He wanted to scream.

But all he could do was lay there, folded into place and restrained by the powerful girls who had made his asshole their plaything. Every passing moment brought Zack closer to the humiliating fate the girls had prepared for their toy. Even worse, Zack could feel his quivering, useless body close to reaching climax... he found himself in troubled disbelief as the rubber toy being forced inside of him drew him ever nearer to his forced orgasm with every violating thrust.

It wasn't long before Zack's worst fear came to pass, much to the delight of all watching his humiliation. The girls were unable to hide their elated smiles as Karina buried her cock one last time inside of Zack before quickly grabbing the base of his cock. She gave the hard, but tender, length a couple of firm, quick strokes before pointing the engorged cock directly at her prisoner's mouth. Satisfaction washed over Katrina's eyes as the helpless manhood between Zack's legs spurted its first shot of hot semen directly into its target, blasting down the perverts throat. The spectacle produced eager giggles from everyone watching. A moment passed and another forced, desperate rope of cum ejected itself into Zack's mouth, this time partially missing its mark and leaving a hot, white splash against his lips.

For nearly the next minute, the wrestling team's new toy was drained of every drop of semen they could force from him. Most of the time, Katrina's steady hand made sure that Zack received a steady diet of his fresh seed, her body undeniably aroused as she delighted in watching him struggle to swallow the mess while her girls kept his mouth pried open. Finally, she could only produce a single drop out of the finished shaft. Katrina released her slave's cock and smiled to herself at a job well done.

There were no further words spoken to the broken young man: having obviously humiliated and exhausted their slave, the girls quickly got up from his aching wrists and ankles, leaving him untouched for the moment. Zack's few thoughts were a sluggish fog of incoherent, incomplete memories. He didn't try to get up or move a muscle, his arms and legs long passed the point of having the energy to properly perform their intended purposes.

Quickly and quietly, the wrestling team gathered the teenage mess up into their powerful grasps. There was a hushed discussion before Zack's world was suddenly plunged into complete darkness. Much to his surprise, the girls had quickly fastened a thick leather blindfold across Zack's eyes, complete with an attached ball-gag that they popped quickly into his mouth, the device settling well in its new home.

The next few minutes were a confusing myriad of sounds that Zack couldn't quite understand and physical sensations that he couldn't quite place. There was a pulling against his arms and legs, something slender and rough binding them together. In a matter of moments, the young man found himself unable to move a muscle, his arms and legs held tightly to his body by some unknown material. Somewhere in the back of his barely functional mind, a primitive fear started to build as it quietly contemplated that perhaps the worst of his torment had not yet been realized.

Suddenly, a whispered voice broke through his blindfolded reality.

As always, the words were Katrina's, "We had our fun, but you have to understand one thing about us: we're quite generous and always thinking of others," she explained to Zack as she poked him hard in the middle of his bare chest. "You see, you might think that what we did was torture you, but really we were trying tohelp you... you're a perverted little boy, and you need help."