The Telemachus Story Archive

The Ravaging of Paolo
By Jotto (Illustrated by Jotto)
Email: Jotto

Eager to improve on his bodybuilding and martial arts skills with the use of steroids, Piolo reports to the doctor's private laboratory located in the abandon industrial park. Piolo walks in to the dingy and musky office, and is immediately intimidated by Dr. Onan’s presence. Piolo’s five foot and eight inch Filipino body is buff and well defined, but the doctor is a powerhouse of muscle easily twice his size.  The doctor was equally impressed with Piolo, specifically, the sizable bulge of his manhood pressing against the inside of his blue jean cut-offs.  The one size to small tank top Piolo was wearing showcased a major set of guns and did the best it could to cover his chiseled chest.  The doctor knew immediately that he was indeed the perfect subject for his experiments.

“Hi, I’m Piolo, my sensei sent me…”

“Strip” Dr. Onan’s Russian accent interrupts him.



“Hey dude, I just came here to get…connected.  You know, steroids”

“Not without exam.  Strip.”

Piolo ponders leaving for a moment, but it took him too long to get hooked up with this guy since his last contact got arrested, so he begins to strip by kicking off his flip-flops.  Just three undersized articles of clothing kept the boy from breaking laws against nudity.  As Piolo peals the clothing from his muscular body, each reveal confirms the doctor’s judgment of his capacity.  A white tank top shirt that look as if it were painted onto his body clings to every muscle and crease of his flesh, as if resisting its owner’s struggle to shed it from his torso.  Nimble fingers undo the single button at the top of his frayed shorts as a tug at the waistband forces the fly to fail and his pants downward to his ankles.  A simple fling of his leg sends the flimsy remnant of jeans flying into a waiting chair.  When Piolo is down to just his jock strap, the doctor almost loses his composure at the sight of what he knows will soon be the next trophy on his wall.  The pouch of the athletic supporter is stretched well beyond its design limits as his carefully balanced privates roll and peek out from the sides of the skimpy garment.  As Piolo pushes off this last little bit of clothing, his freakishly huge cock and balls are revealed.  His colossal testicles drop, fully extending his scrotum until the sack is tight.  A phallus with enormous girth and significant length, heaves forward and swings low, seeming to inhale as it comes to rest above his knees.  As the boy shifts his weight, the Herculean cock sways gently against a set of hefty balls that roll across muscular thighs.  Piolo's unclad body stands proudly before Dr. Onan.  Years of Judo and bodybuilding have turned him into a Filipino god of tight flesh and rippling muscle.  Dr. Onan swiftly walks over to Piolo and harpoons him in his ass with a syringe. 

“Fuck, that hurt!  What was that?”

“Vitamin cocktail.”

“How about a little warning next time, Doc?”  The boy protests.

With a quick grasp on his shoulder Dr. Onan marches the boy out another door.  Piolo, now nude and stripped of dignity, is guided down a long and dark hallway.  His bare feet stumble over the uneven floors and through puddles of water.  Unknowingly, a cow being lead off to slaughter.  Onan can’t keep his eyes of Piolo’s privates as the boy’s thighs play a naughty game of tennis with his thick penis.  As he walks his legs paddle the plump head of his cock back and forth.  Piolo is put off by the condition of the building.

“What a Dump.”

“Yes, but rent is cheap.”

"Where are we going?"

"To finish the testing." Dr. Onan's response is curt.

"What about my clothes?" Piolo asks.

"You won't need them any more."

Piolo is spooked, "What did you mean by that?  I think I’ll go home now."

"Amazing how a stack of muscles like you can be such a pussy."

That shuts up Piolo as they walk into a dilapidated room that is lit by a small dingy window and a glass door.   The boy recognizes his jeep through the window and thinks of making a nude sprint for his car. 

“Is that your vehicle?”  Onan asks.

“Yeah, I didn’t know where the front door was.  I had to walk around this whole building.  If you give me a minute, I can park it in a better spot.”

“It can wait.”

As Piolo’s eyes adjust to the dim conditions, he sees a metal butchers table, an old desk and a chair are the only furnishings.  Water boils frantically in a coffeepot.  Piolo becomes anxious not only by this site, but from the smell as well.  A scent that is more familiar to an adult movie theater.  The doctor guides the stud against the table and falls to his knees confronting Piolo's raw beauty and his exposed massive manhood.  With firm hands, he rolls Piolo's huge penis between his fingertips.  Piolo is dismayed by the aggressive handling of his goods, but is willing to put up with the doctor’s antics to get the drugs he wants.

"Never have I seen genitalia of such gross excess" Dr. Onan quietly remarks.

"You can thank my father for that" is Piolo's sheepish reply.

“Your sizable ham and eggs would make an excellent addition to any collection of hunting trophies mounted on a wall.”

“Yeah, right.”  Piolo laughs nervously.

“Have ever considered doing adult video?”

“Dr. Onan, really.”

“Nothing to be shamed of.  I have many clients in that line of work.”

“Well if you must know, some old guy once paid me a lot of money to jack-off at a nude beach while he video taped me.”

“Ah yes, you’re the one on rock surrounded by waves while doing fellatio on yourself.  I thought to recognized you.”

“You mean that old fuck is showing that tape around town?”

“Actually, selling many copies for big price, on web-site”

“Well fuck me!  I’m going to kill that bastard.”

Dr. Onan laughs, “You already porn star and did not know.”

“And I thought he was doing me a favor when he gave me a copy.”

Dr. Onan then brushes his meat to one side and starts juggling his voluminous balls with both hands.  After a few minutes, the doctor pulls out his stethoscope and holds it to Piolo’s sack.  He asks the boy to cough and as Piolo complies, his nuts wiggle in the doctor’s hand.

"Perfect.  Absolutely perfect for the needs of my pets."  Onan mutters.

"What was that, Doctor?"

"I was not talking to you."

After minutes of this, the doctor releases his hold on the boy.  With a touch to Piolo's hip, Dr. Onan guides the nude stack of muscles to turn away and face the exam table.  As the stud turns, he starts to feel lightheaded. 

“Hey dude, what vitamins did you say were in that shot?  I don’t feel right.”

The doctor doesn’t answer as he places one hand on Piolo’s thigh and the other on his back, guiding the dizzy boy to bend over the examination table.  The doctor's firm touch makes Piolo compliant as the brawny Filipino grabs onto the cold metal of the table.  The underdeveloped muscle in Piolo’s head begins to suspect that there were more than vitamins in that shot.  Dr. Onan stands, places one hand on the back of the studs neck, licks the long middle finger on his other hand, and then without warning or permission, plunges his finger into Piolo's tight muscular ass. Piolo lurches and tries to brake free, but the doctor's single digit grip has great authority.

"Ow!  Hey!  What are you doing to me?”  Piolo shouts out.

"Relax, boy while I examine you.  This probe will only take several minutes."

After ten minutes of fingering the stud’s manhole, the doctor finally pulls his finger out of Piolo's ass and surreptitiously raises his hand to his nose and takes in the boy's perfume for a moment.  Then he sucks on what little of Piolo's juices accumulated on his trespassing digit.  Then with two fingers, the doctor fiercely reenters the boy’s ass.  Piolo recoils and tries to stand, but the doctor over powers him and forces him face down on to the cold metal of the table.

“Hey!  That really hurts!”

"Shut up, boy!"

“This ain’t cool!  Take your fingers out of my ass now, you mother fucker!”

“Take like man and learn to like it, muscle boy.”

Secure in the knowledge that his prey is now properly sedated, the doctors fingering becomes more aggressive as his long and thick digits painfully pop the Filipino’s cherry.  Piolo refuses to believe his body is being violated like this.  He struggles helplessly with huge muscles that are now too weak from the drugs.  The pain of insertion gives way to the odd sensation of an uncaring probe removing any last trace of virginity that Piolo may have had. Then the doctor finds what he has barbarically been searching for and presses down with great force on Piolo's prostate.  With youthful autonomic response, the boy's body responds quickly with an erection. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“I think I am having fun.”  Onan laughs.

“What?  Oh, no fucking way.”

Piolo can no longer deny the doctor’s trespasses of his body.  The once proud assemblage of muscles starts to quiver like a frightened schoolgirl as he realizes that he is being, RAPED!  Piolo takes what’s left of his strength and tries to break free once more, but he is now as frail as a kitten.  All the boy can do is scream.  But this little struggle still earns him the doctor’s ire.  Onan rips his fingers out of the boy’s glory hole and races around.  He whips off his belt and tightly binds Piolo’s hands to the far edge of the table. 

“Hey!  Don’t do this to me, man!  Okay, okay, wait a minute.  Untie me and I’ll do what ever you want.”  The boy pleads.

“You already are doing what I want.”

The doctor then pulls two sets of handcuffs out from the desk and locks the boy’s ankles down to the legs of the table.  Onan grabs him by his ponytail and yanks up his head.

“Now you struggle all you want, you go nowhere!  I no more nice guy, I get busy on your man pussy now, boy!”

As the doctor strolls back to the boy’s rear, he caresses the tight body and then slaps his firm ass for a while.  The boy distresses over his fate as the doctor punishes his hard buttocks until they’re bright red.  Onan then pulls a seat up to Piolo’s ass and sits down for the feast he’s been looking forward to.  He buries his face into the boy’s ass and starts with a simple licking of his manhole.  His tongue digs deep into Piolo’s glory.  As Onan revels in his feast, Piolo fights off the thought that this new sensation actually feels good.  But all too soon, the boy screams out in pain as the smooth tongue gives way to vicious teeth that chew down on the Filipino dish.  The doctor spreads his butt-cheeks apart to the point of almost tearing Piolo’s brown-eye open.  Onan sucks powerfully at the stud’s anus.  Piolo feels like he’s being pulled inside out.  He is dizzy from his endless screaming and squirming.  The doctor flicks his tongue at the bits of anal flesh that are trapped between his teeth.  Desperately, Piolo tries to fend off the doctor’s by clinching up, but the doctor’s tongue easily pushes through and into Piolo’s inner glory.  Long after Piolo gives his all and fails to resist Onan’s mastication of his ass, the doctor pulls back and wipes his lips with the back of his hand.

“I love eating Asian.  Always so spicy.” Onan teases.

“You disgusting sick fuck!  Oh please dude, just let me the fuck out of here and I wont say a thing to anyone!”

“Shut up, boy.”

Piolo begs, “Just let me go and I’ll let you eat my ass all night long!  Huh, is that what you want from me?  I can do that for you!  I want too, really!  All the spicy ass you want!  Huh?”

“Let me spell out for you.  You never leave here and your body now belongs to me!  This is the rest of your life.”

Onan sticks his finger into Piolo’s ass and pulls out a finger scented of the boy’s inner perfume.  He swings a hard punch in to Piolo’s kidney.  As the stud cries out in agony, Onan shoves his stinky finger into the boy’s mouth.  Piolo gags to the point of barfing.  Copious amounts of vomit violently gush out from his mouth, flooding across the table and then pooling under his arms and chest.  Piolo, still gagging on the taste of his own shit, starts to cry hysterically.

“Oh God!  Oh God!  Oh God help me!  I’m in hell!  I’m in hell!”

Onan mocks him, “Oh poor baby, you did not like that?  Let’s see if you like this, my little cry baby.”

The doctor reinserts his fingers into Piolo’s anus, but this time he forces his whole hand into the boy’s ass.  Piolo screams out in agony and flails about uncontrollably as the doctor twists his fist around inside the stud.  The doctor reinserts his fist over and over, then faster and faster, until he’s doing it with the force of a boxer hitting a punching bag.  Each punch causes Piolo’s walloping stiff cock to slap against the undercarriage of the table. The doctor’s free hand forces its way through Piolo's thunderous thighs and callously grabs onto his nuts.  Onan yanks violently on his colossal family jewels to raise his ass higher, giving is fist deeper reach in to sobbing mass of beef. His cock swings like a pendulum across the surface of the table, leaving a trail of pre-cum in its wake.  Piolo‘s expelled tears, mucus, and saliva coat a face that is red with pain. Judo never taught him how to get out of this hold.

"Perfect.  Absolutely perfect." The doctor muses.

Piolo’s once tight and beautiful asshole is now a loose tenderized mess of blood and shit.  His glory hole is now so numb, that it allows the Filipino’s uncontrolled hysteria to simmer down to a steady painful moan.  The doctor eventually stops when he tiers of this exercise.  He releases his hold on Piolo’s nuts and his limp body falls to the table pinning his hard cock between him and the cold metal.  Onan releases the cuffs from Piolo’s ankles and spreads his legs causing them to drape towards the floor.  The fluids of Piolo’s emotional breakdown glue his face to the table.  Onan reaches over to his desk and grabs a teapot of boiling water and pours it over Piolo’s ass.  The near searing liquid burns its way into the open wounds that once was his anus. Piolo starts screaming again, his body heaves violently and he raises his head to look back.  Onan swings the glass pot and smashes it over the boy’s head, knocking him senseless.  Blood gushes out from beneath his hair and mixes with his tears.

“You pussy boy!  You cry like little girl you pussy boy!  You disgust me!  You have such big muscles but you cry like little pussy boy you are!  Go, cry, cry all you want, nobody hear you!  We all alone here in middle of nowhere!  Just you and me pussy boy!  Just you and me!

Dr. Onan drops his pants, revealing a harden cock that almost rivals Piolo’s huge phallus.  Without hesitation or lubrication, Onan fucks the boy’s numb ass.  As his body rolls around on his cock, the only indication Piolo has of the violations taking place in his ass is the back and forth motions of his body causing his face to smear bodily juices across the table.  Shards of glass grind between his face and the cold hard metal of the table.  Piolo’s huge balls madly slap against the table’s edge.  A face that could have launched a thousand ships now looks it has launch a thousand ships.  As painful and humiliating as it was to be fucked by a man, he was grateful it didn’t hurt as much as the fierce fisting he had received.  And as he started to convince himself that being fucked actually felt good, he was able to stop crying for a moment and catch his breath.  He then knew that there was only way for Onan to successfully get away with a crime of this magnitude. Piolo realized that Onan has to kill him.  The logic was cold, simple and true.  With his beautiful body trashed, his humanity stripped away, and his manhood compromised, he did not wish to go on anymore.  Even if someone did manage to rescue him, what was there to rescue? Onan had successfully crushed Piolo’s spirit.  Piolo readied himself for the sweet release that only death could bring.  The boy closed his eyes as he drifted in to an unconscious bliss.

It wasn’t until after Dr. Onan had shot his load that he realized his new sex toy had passed out.  He unties the hands and flips the limp heap of muscles on to its back.  Arms and legs spread out and daggle flaccid over the table’s edge.  The forced erection now towers majestically over its host’s body.  The doctor is astonished at the site of the excessively massive cock throbbing to the beat of a frantic heart.  With consternation, Onan grabs onto the mighty phallus, shakes it vigorously and then slaps it around for a while.  The cock remains rigid as a liberal amount of pre-cum surges from its tip.  The doctor aims the shaft of flesh at his mouth and samples a taste, and it is sweet.  Seminal fluid meanders down the side of the soaring cock like wax on a burning candle.  Both of the doctor’s hands reach out and work the clear fluid around the throbbing member.  The massage becomes more and more energetic and rude over the next half hour, until, the mountain of flesh erupts with a pearlescent magma.  A fountain of sperm floods a terrain of young brown flesh stretched over placid muscle.  Dr. Onan falls back when he’s hit by the persistent orgasm. After nearly a minute, the torrent of semen throttles down to a trickle.  Rivers of white flow through valleys between muscles and then descend down cliffs of tight flesh, forming pools of life generating juices around the unconscious body.  Dr. Onan wipes the boy’s sperm from his face and is greatly disturbed by what he’s just witnessed.

“What are you, boy?  Are you a god or just a freak of nature?  What or who created that monster between your legs?  I will cut off that beast of yours and take it for my own!”

Onan grapples the mighty cock and pulls a switchblade from his back pocket.  The blade springs open as he holds it against the base of the shaft.  Just as he’s about to cut the member free from its owner, he calms down and reconsiders the mutilation about to take place.

“No, not yet. I need you intact for the experiment.  I will deal with you later.”

Onan puts his blade away and wheels the table and its human contents out to the deserted street.  The doctor walks back to the office, leaving the emasculated body to bake in the hot summer sun.  As the minutes pass by, the bodily fluids that coat the flesh start to crust over.  The proud cock slowly relaxes, coming to rest on a bed of chiseled abs.  Flies congregate on the body and concentrate their efforts around the face and groin.  Just as they start to feast, the insects are frightened off by a spray of water from a hose in Onan’s clutches.  He returns to wash off the mess that is Piolo.  The water turns the dry fluids into a pink tea that cascade off the table and to the gutters beyond.  The water also brings the boy back to this world.

Piolo slowly opens his eyes.  With the cool water flowing across his body and the bright light in his eyes, he thinks he is entering heaven.  But then his view of the sun is replaced with the face of Dr. Onan.

“You awake now?  Here, have drink.”

Onan shoves the hose into the boy’s mouth.  As he chokes on the water, Piolo hasn’t the strength or desire to fight back and lies limp and spread-eagle in the midday sun.  He hopes the water will drown him as Onan washes the cruel morning from his ravaged body.  The doctor’s ruff hands scrub away at his muscles, his face and spends some time on his hefty package.  The hose is then crammed up his ass washing out Onan’s residue.  Then he feels the doctor’s hands clamp around his neck as the flow of air to his lungs is cut off.  Is this the death that Piolo has been looking forward too?  Dr. Onan looks into the boy’s eyes.

“You go to sleep now.”

“Kill me.  Please, kill me.” Piolo pleads.

“No boy, that honor belongs to something else.”

As Piolo’s world fades to black, he looks at the sun for what he knows will be his last time.  In what seemed to be a blink of an eye, Piolo awakes sometime later to a new world that is dark and filled with lights coming from machines.  As he slowly regains his senses, he sees that he is still naked.  Thick metal shackles around his arms and legs restrain him vertically to a huge steel pipe in the middle of this room.  His time out has allowed a filament of hope to return to him.  However, that hope may be short-lived as the familiar figure of Dr. Onan emerges from the shadows.  As the doctor approaches, Piolo starts to cry and tries to squirm out of restraints that are much stronger than him.  Onan casually reaches out and handles Piolo’s impressive man-meat.

“It is pity you have to die.  I would like to tame this beast of yours before I cut it off from your body.

Piolo doesn’t believe what he just heard. “WHAT?”

Onan pulls out his knife and holds it to the boy’s face.  “When I done with your body and you are dying, I will stick this blade into your body just behind scrotum.”

Onan demonstrates with his other hand as he jabs Piolo in that very spot with his fingertips.  “Then I slice back and forth and work the blade up through your body, cutting your manhood free from your loins.  Then I use my taxidermist skills to preserve and mount your impressive genitals to a beautiful piece of wood.  And I will even hang in the right center of my trophy wall, a true place of honor for such a proud addition to my collection.  Oh, I wish you could see it”

Piolo starts to hyperventilate as fear of his fait sets in.  Onan pockets his knife, reaches out and strokes the boy’s massive but flaccid cock.

“You like me to rub you out one last orgasm before you are dead?”

"You God damned mother fucker.  I hope you rot in hell you perverted..."

But Piolo's ranting and attempts to escape are cut short when Dr. Onan pulls a remote control out of his pocket and thumbs the center button.  A low but powerful electrical current surges through the boy's body.  All of his huge muscles are frozen in a permanent flex by the electricity that races from cuff to cuff by way of his body.  Dr. Onan takes the rest of the day to enjoy the view of Piolo's weighty package joggling to the motions of his electrocuted body.  Piolo glares at the doctor and tries to spit at him every now and then, but the best he can do is drool. 

Many hours later, Onan walks over to the vibrating heap of young muscles, and begins to molest him for a while.  Piolo can barely feel the doctor’s violations through all the pain.  Finally, Onan smiles and walks out of the room. Piolo occupies his time with thoughts of escape and revenge as he pisses on himself for a third time.  But then those thoughts are interrupted by the sound of two sets of footsteps coming down the hall.  Dr. Onan walks into the room followed by Piolo's sensei.  Piolo can't believe his eyes, but there he is.  The two men then turn and kiss each other passionately in full view of Piolo.  The betrayal becomes all too apparent and hopelessness challenges him once again.  Piolo's sensei was the one who sent him here and the only one who knew where he was going.  The doctor uses the remote to reduce the electrocution to half power, giving Piolo the opportunity to express himself through the tears.

"How could you Sensei?  WHY?" Piolo cries out.

Sensei coldly replies, "For our perverse pleasures, my boy.  And ever since I saw that video of yours, the one where you eat yourself and devour all three of your own ejaculations, I knew you would be perfect for our desires.”

"But Sensei!" Piolo sobs.  “You took me in as your own son. You personally trained me for years to be one of the best.  And I grew to loved you like the father I never…”

With Judo precision, the sensei shuts up Piolo with a bludgeoning back of the hand to his face.

“You have never been anything more than this to me, just some animal that has been fed and primed for slaughter.  This moment is what I’ve been training you for.”

Piolo rambles hysterically. “You’re lying!  You loved me!  You said so!  You can’t mean this!”

The sensei makes way as the doctor wheels over an aquarium.  Dozens of slug like creatures cling to the walls of the tank.

Piolo pleads more desperately now.  “Tell me what I did wrong and I’ll be a good boy!  Please Sensei, please!  I’ll make it right!  I’ll do what ever you want!  Oh God, this can’t be happening to me!”

Dr. Onan plucks out a handful of the leeches and walks over to Piolo.  The sensei takes one and holds it up to his student's face for one last lesson.

“They are semen leeches, the doctor will insert them into that huge cock of yours.  They will claw their way to those man-milk producing orbs between your legs.  There, they will latch on and feed on your sperm until their bodies have become fully distended.

Oh God, oh God, oh God, this can’t be happening to me!”  Piolo prays.

The doctor adds, "Don't worry, the pain of their migration should drive you insane and then make your heart fail long before they become fully engorged.  It's quite Zen-like really, your body continuing to provide pleasure and sustenance long after its death.

Desperately, Piolo asks, "Why, Sensei?  Why are you doing this to me?"

Sensei instructs him, "Piolo, you know the art we practice is largely about enduring pain.  So, the next logical step after that is the enjoyment of pain.  And with the ability to enjoy high levels of pain comes, rapture.  But since such enjoyment is usually accompanied by death, we must be content to only witness such pleasure.  But you, my prodigy, will know this rapture.  And you are our conduit to that exalted and divine level of emotion.  Goodbye, Piolo"

Piolo is consumed by disbelief and desperation.  The sensei hands the semen leech back to Dr. Onan.  Dr. Onan walks over to Piolo and kneels before him.  Piolo tries to regain control of his body from the electricity running through him one more time, but he can't even manage to unclench his fist.  The doctor takes hold of Piolo's ample phallus and guides a semen leech to its maw.  The leech doesn't take to Piolo at first, but once the doctor massages some seminal fluid out of the boy, the leech quickly takes the scent.

Desperately, Piolo cries out, "Oh God, this is not happening!  Please don't do this to me!  I'll do anything you..."

Piolo's last plea is cut off by his own screams, as the semen leech digs in and starts to climb its way up his dick.  The pain is unlike anything he's ever experienced.  How could so much pain come from such a little creature?  The leech's tiny claws dig in quick and hard, shredding the inner walls of Piolo's cock.  It then swiftly squeezes its entire body inside the doomed boy's penis.  Piolo can feel the beast is now half way up his member and can hardly breath through his screaming.  The boy dares to look down and can make out the leech's stirrings through the thick flesh of his meat.  And the sight of blood dripping out of his penis is more than he can bear.  Extreme pressure quickly builds up in his head as the pain causes massive synaptic discharge, overloading the neurons of his brain.  He can feel his psyche starting to slip away as he becomes delirious and confused. 

Piolo regains control of his thoughts just long enough to see his cock is engorged to its full glory.  An erection caused by the current location of the leech in his reproductive system, but the added pressure is killing him.  The doctor coaxes a second semen leech in to his ruined manhood.  Piolo tries to look away as the second leech enters him.  The pain of the two leeches ravaging his manhood almost proves too much for him as he chokes on his tongue.  The sensei quickly reaches into Piolo’s mouth and straightens out the oral muscle, allowing the boy to breath.

The sensei commands him, “Not yet my son.  You have a ways to go first.”

He can feel the first leech reaching the base of his scrotum while the second does even more damage to the deep recesses of his loins.  Just as he thought it was impossible for the pain to get worse, the first leech reaches his right testicle and bites down hard.  This new level of pain pushes Piolo far beyond his grasp on this reality.  Everything he knows and everything he is drift away as the overcharged neurons start to burn out like bulbs on an old string of Christmas lights.  The over pressured blood vessels in his brain burst like fireworks.  And just as the last neurons wither away, his screaming stops.  Piolo now knows the euphoria, ecstasy and rapture that his sensei spoke of, the nirvana that exists only on that fine line between life and death.  Then all to soon, these precious last thoughts fade away.  Even though the body breathes and the heart beats on, Piolo is gone.  What little of his brain that survives is that of a feebleminded dog.

Dr. Onan and the sensei have mad torrid sex at the foot of the silent quivering shrine that was Piolo.  As the two men are about to finish up, Dr. Onan notices, much to his surprise, Piolo's heart is kept pumping by a brain that is now nothing more than a triple “A” battery.  Not being ones to pass on perverted opportunities, the two men release the stack of muscles from the restraints and leash him up like the dog he’s become.  They guide this sexual beast of burden over to a bed in the next room.  Though blood still courses through Piolo's body, the only signs of brain activity come from his ability to walk and feel pain. Pain caused by the semen leeches that continue to feed on the mentally compromised stud’s balls.  Piolo's body was now part of their perversions as the two of them took turns fucking his beautiful ass.  Forcing a blowjob out of a nearly comatose Piolo was easy with the use of an oral spreader applied to the boy’s mouth.  And this macabre three-way went on for days and then weeks. The sensei and the doctor become captivated by the boy’s ability to survive the constant and vigorous abuses and violations that were done to his body.  Eventually, they invite a few privileged friends over to join in and have a crack at him.

Once the leeches have had their fill, they leave the way they came.  Though mostly brain-dead, the boy reacts violently to the leech’s exodus and even more again when Dr. Onan introduces new leeches into the dumb boy’s massive cock.  Now nothing more than a breathing sex toy, he spends his last few days tied to the end of a leash, at the feet of his masters.  A beast of sexual burden, he unconsciously takes on the severe abuse, pain and humiliation dispensed from his owners.  Whips, paddles and chains are his only stimuli.  The semen leeches are his pets.  The electrocution post is his bed.  His body is repeatedly given over to the depraved and perverted aristocracy who are more than delighted to abuse his body.  His geyser-like ejaculations are the stuff of local folklore and worship, as many believe his sperm to have youth preserving properties.  The former Piolo, a boy of beauty and strong grace, encouraged the worship of his muscles and genitalia, but would have violently protested the depravities, pain and suffering inflicted on to his young and tight brown flesh. 

Every so often, the doctor and the sensei would let this beast that was once a young man out of his kennel, and wash him down with a fire hose.  They would take it for walks and feed it dog food in between its sexual duties.  Once every morning, they attach a pump to the boy’s chronically engorged cock to suck out pure samples of his semen and fill vials to sell as a rejuvenating elixir.  This goes on for three weeks until the semen leeches take their toll on the sex toy’s body.  The slovenly stud’s heart starts to give out.  Too weak to move or even have a prolonged erection, it has out lived its usefulness to the doctor and the sensei.   

Onan binds the living sex toy to the electrocution post and electrifies him one last time, but this time, with full power.  The muscles of the Filipino sex toy tighten up as its eyes roll back.  And then, like a master thespian taking one last bow, the mighty phallus swells up to its full glory and becomes erect one last time and lets out a glorious gush of sperm.

The doctor turns off the electrocution post and the boy’s muscle simmer down to a dead calm.  Piolo's last protest is nothing more than a couple of flinches across his body as his head rocks forward and rests into his chest.  Onan places his ear to Piolo’s chest just in time to hear what he believes is the boy’s last heart beat.  But unknown to the doctor, Piolo had more than a few beats left in him.  Sure of his demise, the unscrupulous doctor pronounces the Filipino martial artist is dead.  Piolo's burial is short and covert as they dump his naked and ravaged body off the side of a mountain road.  His body slid down the steep terrain and came to rest in the cool waters of a creek.  Fortunately, for Piolo, what would have been his final resting place was a creek that ran through a Boy Scout camp.  A camp that was between seasons and unoccupied except for the lonely grounds keeper that discovered his body.  And it was under the care of the grounds keeper’s tender, and sometimes lecherous hands, that Piolo was nursed back to complete health, mostly due to the fact that his body was a supreme specimen of a young man to begin with.  Piolo’s sensei had trained him to well.

Out of gratitude for the care he received, Piolo graced the grounds keeper with the constant vision of his nude form and allowed the lonely man to worship and caress his healing body while he planned his revenge against the men who had raped him and left him for dead.  Though at times, Piolo wasn’t certain if he wanted revenge… or just wanted more.

Meanwhile, the sensei is currently looking for his next prodigy while the doctor takes on new patients, treating the more brawny one for free.

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