By Matty S
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Andrei’s Punishment

by Matty

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Part 3: Jeremy's Turn

For two days, the boys had been trying to figure out what happened to their captive. When they had returned in the morning to figure out what was to be done with Andrei, he was gone. They searched all around campus, but the muscle stud was nowhere to be seen. “This doesn’t make sense…” One of them said, “I mean, it’s not as if somebody could have taken him from us, everyone’s gone for the break, and no one else knew about our obsession with him.”

In that moment, Jeremy made a realization; there was one other person who knew, for he was probably just as obsessed with the muscle-boy as they were. He had a feeling he knew where the stud was, but he slightly hoped he was wrong. He had been genuinely concerned for Andrei the past few days, hoping he was at least okay; but for the first time, Jeremy felt a hint of sympathy for the muscle-stud, pitying him if he was revealed to be in the hands of that perverted old man. Images began to flood Jeremy’s mind of Andrei’s likely predicament, the very image of the old man’s crinkly old lips wrapped around Andrei’s plump nipples was enough to make Jeremy cringe.

Willing the images out of his mind, Jeremy said aloud. “I… I think I know what might have happened to him guys.” The boys looked at Jeremy. “What… What do you mean?” They said as if in unison, but Jeremy didn’t even bother answering them, instead he pulled out his phone from his pocket. The boys kept looking at Jeremy wondering what he was doing, until he began to speak. They soon realized he was calling the university directory. “Yes, umm… I’m looking for the residency of Chuck Owens…”

Tobias looked at his friend on the phone. “Jer, who the hell is Chu…” Tobias stopped short when he realized who it was that Jeremy was talking about. Mr. Owens was the septuagenarian who they encountered in the student’s center. Tobias remembered once catching the maintenance man adjusting his crotch when they were spying on Andrei. “Ughhhh.” Tobias said quietly in disgust, he quickly looked around at the other boys, and saw he wasn’t alone in his feelings.

“Really? Great! Thank you so much!” Jeremy said as he hung up. He put his phone back in his pocket, and looked up at the boys staring at him. “Okay…” He said. “Let’s go get our Tit-boy back!”

Thankfully, one of the boys owned a station wagon that was able to fit all five of them at once. As they made their way into the woods, the boys had all agreed that this whole endeavor had been all too risky, and that if they found Andrei, they would put him back EXACTLY where he was in the gym, before they had taken him.

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Back at the cabin, the naked Andrei was still bound by the wrists and laying on the bed. It wasn’t as though Mr. Owens was withholding food from Andrei, in fact he was feeding the muscle-boy quite regularly. However, each meal seemed to be at the cost of whatever masculinity and pride Andrei had left.

The previous day, Mr. Owens brought in a tray, and fed the naked muscle-boy waffles. They were surprisingly good to Andrei, who ate them gratefully. The man hadn’t put on any clothing whatsoever since that first day, and Andrei tried his best to pretend like he didn't notice. After the muscle-boy finished, he smiled and thanked the man. As he sat down on the side of the bed, a grin formed on the old man’s wrinkled face. “Hold on there boy.” He said. “Now it’s your turn.” Andrei looked at the man slightly puzzled. What did the old man expect of him, it wasn’t like he could feed his captor, as his hands were still tied behind his back.

Mr. Owens looked at his handsome captive, and then turned his eyes toward the tray on the side table. Andrei followed his gaze to see that the old man was eyeing a squeeze bottle that Andrei himself hadn’t noticed previously. Looking closely, the muscle-stud saw that it had read: Sweet Ground Chocolate Sauce. His eyes widened, wondering what this perverted old man had in mind.

Then without warning, the old man cupped onto each of Andrei’s muscle tits, making the muscle-boy gasp. The action itself was humiliating enough, but there was something about the way his captor did this that made the muscle-boy fill with shame. Due to their current roundness and the continued state of swelling his pecs were in, it almost seemed like the elderly man was intentionally grabbing Andrei’s chest like a man would grasp onto a woman's breasts.

The old man grasped and groped onto the bountiful amount of muscle that adorned the stud’s chest. His thumbs circled each of the perky nipples, rubbing each in a circular motion, turning his sexy captive on. Andrei lazily closed his eyes as he began to moan. The old man grinned as he noticed the muscle-boy’s cock perk up.

As Mr. Owens continued to grope the sweaty ample bosom, he looked up at the moaning boy’s round face. It truly was spectacular just how gorgeous Andrei was, his hair buzzed short, his large plump lips, currently trying to hold back a moan. He just looked so young and innocent, compared to the incredible mass that was his body. Mr. Owens still could not believe that Andrei was here for him to enjoy. And he enjoyed the boy in more ways than he could’ve imagined. At his age, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to fuck anyone ever again. However, not only was he given the opportunity to have sex with this incredible muscle-boy, but he also fed from the big breasts the boy had so desperately tried to hide from the world. Ever since he drank the sweet milk from Andrei’s muscle tits the previous day, it seemed as though Mr. Owens’ libido had grown stronger than it had in years.

Consumed with lust, Andrei neglected to realize he was actually pushing his chest forward into the man’s calloused eager hands, as they continued to molest his huge pectorals. Andrei was in ecstasy whenever his tits were played with. He was so used to playing with them himself, that it just still seemed so foreign to have someone else handling them. He was beginning to see why those men from a few nights ago, and this old man kept calling them tits. At first, Andrei thought it was simply to humiliate and degrade him, but honestly, they didn’t even seem like pectorals really, as they were larger than any pectorals should be and looked more akin to breasts than they did to pecs. And Andrei hated admitting it, but he loved it. He loved the obscene way they hung off his muscled body. How they protruded so far, that he could barely see his cock some days. As Andrei felt the old man’s rubbing become more fevered and intense, his eyes opened wide when he felt the all too familiar pressure within his tits begin to build up. “Oh fuck not again.” Andrei whispered as he felt his face flush.

Mr. Owens looked up from the sweaty muscle breasts to his captive’s sweating face. Mr. Owens smiled, knowing it meant his young muscle-boy was about to milk. Letting go of the swollen tits, he grabbed the chocolate syrup from the side table.

Andrei looked at the naked old man sitting next to him, his smile was dark and lascivious. “You ready to breastfeed this old man, son?” He quietly chuckled. Mr. Owens already knew the answer, but enjoyed the way his question made the young muscle-boy’s cheeks blush in shame.

He uncapped the bottle, he said: “Let’s see how this makes you taste.” He held the bottle above Andrei’s swollen expanding tits, and let large drops of chocolate syrup fall onto the large puckering nipples. Andrei cringed as the sticky dark substance made contact with his swollen breast.

He suddenly gasped when he felt the wrinkled hand of his captor squeeze one of his tits. Andrei winced as a small amount of milk oozed out of his swollen teat and appeared on his chocolate covered nipple. Andrei caught on quickly, the lecherous old man had simply found a new use in his humiliating milk expression.

Mr. Owens quickly latched onto the chocolate milk covered nipple, and immediately began to suckle. He could feel the muscle-stud wince as he nursed on the swollen pec. He couldn’t blame the boy, as he was suckling rather roughly, but he wasn’t going to slow down. The sweet taste of the chocolaty tit-juice was making his cock hard as fuck.

Andrei had shut his eyes during these moments. Every time the old man fed from his pecs, it seemed as though a piece of his masculinity was torn from him. And to make matters worse, was the hard-on he sported every time this happened.

Due to how rough Mr. Owens was suckling, the milk flow in Andrei’s right tit had slowed down pretty quickly, and so he moved on to the left one. Realizing his previous mistake, he slowly took his time, and drank the milk from Andrei’s swollen tit. Andrei’s groans were replaced by soft moans as Mr. Owens softly fed from the tender teat. By the time the milk flow had slowed down, the old man was as hard as he was the previous day. Andrei’s smooth chest, especially his large areolas, was covered in sticky chocolate milk, sweat, and spit. Mr. Owens looked at the muscle-boy’s tits, admiring his own handiwork. Finally, he pulled Andrei up from the bed and said: “Come on kid, let’s get you cleaned up.”

The shower in the cabin’s bathroom was not very large, so it was a little crowded with the two of them in there at once, just the way Mr. Owens liked it. As he made his hands soapy, ready to clean up the incredible tits he just fed from, he looked down at them for a moment, once again hypnotized as he began to lather them in soapy bubbles. At this particular moment, with the water cascading over them, they had looked just so… just so…

Mr. Owens quickly snapped out of it, he couldn’t do anything to jeopardize his load. Instead, once he was done soaping them up, he gave one plump nipple a pinch, causing Andrei to gasp. Using this moment, Mr. Owens proceeded to kiss those beautiful pouty lips once more.

The young muscle-stud tried his best to be still and not shudder, trying to hide how disturbed he was by the fact that he was being kissed by such a perverted elderly man. As he continued to lock lips with the gorgeous face, Mr. Owens moved his hands under Andrei’s bound wrist behind his back, pulling the boy closer, feeling his swollen muscle breasts against his own wrinkled chest. He began soaping down the incredible v-shaped back, slowly working his wrinkled hands down the smooth flesh of Andrei’s shapely ass, which jutted out like soft pillows from the muscle-stud’s hips. The old man felt the pre-cum begin to dribble out of his cock as he pushed his soapy fingers in between the chunky round ass cheeks. While this happened, he heard Andrei’s muffled moans, as his mouth was still covered by his own. As well, Mr. Owens felt Andrei’s cock hardening straight into him; it was all the encouragement he needed.

Quickly, he broke the kiss, and turned Andrei around, so that he was facing the round chunky cheeks. He lubed up his cock with the soap on his hands. Bending the muscle-stud slightly, he found his target and aligned his hard rod to the spot. “Ughhh… Sir… please…” Andrei quietly begged, knowing what was about to happen and what little he could do to stop it. The old man grabbed a hold of the stud’s muscle breasts, and brought his mouth to the boy’s ear. “Haha… don’t worry boy, you’re gonna enjoy this.” And with that, still holding the muscle tits, the old man pulled Andrei back, and impaled him onto his cock.

Andrei gritted his teeth, willing himself not to scream. He refused to give the old man that satisfaction; for it was shameful enough that a perverted septuagenarian was fucking a bodybuilding champion such as himself. He gasped aloud however when the wrinkled hands on his muscle tits began to savagely twist his sore nipples.

Andrei couldn’t hold in his groans any longer. As he felt the old man’s wrinkled saggy chest against his back, Andrei realized his own cock was getting hard to his complete disgust.

Mr. Owens’ hands roamed all over the young muscle stud's torso as he continued to pump in and out of the enormous globes that were devouring his cock. He loved how Andrei’s water-slicked skin felt silky smooth compared to his aged calloused fingers. While he was grateful that he was able to have Andrei to himself at all, he was glad that it was at least during the bodybuilder’s off-season. He just loved how the beautiful muscular body felt so soft, and plump, as his hands roamed the valley of each curve. He remembered first picking up Andrei in his car, how his attention was drawn to those immense breast-like pecs, with the lewd deep cleavage, caused by his half-zipped compression shirt. He just looked so unbelievably… slutty. As he remembered, the old man once again moved his hands back to the beautifully over developed chest, moving his fingers across the large nipples. As the man did this, Andrei kept wishing this moment to be over. Then, he felt it once again, the pressure within his muscle tits began to build rapidly, making his pecs very tender. “Ah god…” Andrei groaned.

As he continued to breed Andrei’s hole, Mr. Owens began to feel the young muscle-boy’s tits expand, causing the old man to grin. My boy’s ready to milk. He thought. He reached over to Andrei’s ear, as he felt the swollen nipples begin to pulse as he plucked them. “Come on baby…” Mr. Owens whispered into the groaning muscle-boy. “Get some milk out of those juicy nipples.” Andrei quietly cursed in his native Russian tongue and within seconds, the old man felt the swollen pulsing nipples burst with milk, seeping through his fingers. Andrei groaned in both pain and great pleasure as he felt his nipples burn as they released hot milk. Mr. Owens put his hands together like a little cup and drank the muscle-boy’s sweet titty juice. He did this for a number of minutes as Andrei’s milk flow didn’t seem to be slowing down. Quite soon he felt drunk, grinning like a mad man. He once again lay on the muscle boy’s back, and then proceeded to lewdly squeeze Andrei’s breasts.

Andrei screamed as he felt a torrent of milk shoot from his swollen muscle tits as the old man squeezed. As he felt his own cock shooting his cum, he heard the old man chuckle in his ear once again. “That’s right my young cow…” he whispered tauntingly. “Free your milk… hehe, you’re giving your milk for free.” It took Andrei a second to realize what the perverted old man was saying, but once he did, he felt tears well up in his eyes.

As a child, he had been taught a number of morals that were common for all children. When he was reaching the early stages of adolescence though, he began to learn morals that were separate from those of his female peers. However, he did remember overhearing one moral saying, which was specifically meant for females.

“Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?”

The saying was meant to dissuade females from being sexually loose, or promiscuous with their bodies. Being so open sexually was seen as incredibly shameful, and if others found out, then it was over, you were nothing more than a fucking slut, or a whore in the eyes of others.

The old man was too busy thrusting in and out of Andrei’s sore hole to realize the boy was sobbing. When the old man called Andrei a cow “giving your milk for free,” he realized it was true. He was no longer a champion, he was no longer a symbol of masculinity, he was barely even a man anymore.

As Andrei felt the old man empty his cum into his hole, he felt the tears fall from his face upon realizing the truth. That he was just a slut.

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“How far away would you say we are?” asked the boy driving. They had been on the road for nearly 25 minutes. Sitting in the back, Jeremy adjusted his glasses and looked out the window of the car, only to see trees and the gray sky. “We should be pretty close.” He said. The boy nodded “Okay.” He said, then gave a slightly sad smile. “I just hope you're wrong.” He said. Jeremy looked at him. “You know, a part of me hopes that too.” He agreed, shuddering at the idea of Andrei’s current situation.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Tobias looked down. He didn’t know whether or not they would find Andrei, but if they did, he knew it didn’t really matter, as they agreed their game of punishment had gotten out of hand the minute they lost their Russian captive. His face fell slightly at the idea of having to put Andrei back, he didn’t even get to milk the enormous titties of the boy. At least I got to try. He thought thankfully, remembering that only four of the boys got to take a turn punishing the young muscle-stud, whereas poor Jeremy, only helped out and watched.

After a minute, Tobias was pulled from his thoughts when he heard the boy driving speak. “Wait, is that it? He said, slowing down the car. A couple of yards away was a small wooden cabin. All five boys leaned forward to see it. In front of the house was a black SUV. As Jeremy looked at it, he said. “Okay yes, that's it.”

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“I’m craving a strawberry flavor today, don’t you think?” Mr. Owens said, smiling down at his naked muscle-stud. Andrei looked at the old man place a cardboard carton of strawberries on the side table. He wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but he knew it was going to be humiliating. To add to his shame, he felt his cock begin to harden in anticipation. This did not go unnoticed by his captor. “Ah, I see your craving it too.” The old man chuckled, while his captive simply groaned.

Mr. Owens looked up at Andrei’s gorgeous face. As his cheeks burned in shame, the old man just shook his head, still not over just how sexy the young muscle stud was. Catching the young Russian stud off guard, he leaned down and captured Andrei’s plump lips in a hungry kiss.

The muscle boy groaned as he felt the old man’s wrinkled hand squeeze one of his breasts. The old man finally broke the kiss, grinning at the muscle boy. “But first…” He said. He leaned over to the side table and pulled something out of the drawer. When he held it up, Andrei groaned as he realized it was a blindfold.

Not Again... He thought. Once the old man placed it over the muscle boy’s eyes, he then picked up a large ripe strawberry from the carton. He caressed it against Andrei's full bottom lip, teasing the boy. He finally pushed it into the waiting mouth, and Andrei took a bite out of it. It was very sweet, and the juice on his lips made Andrei smile. As the old man looked at the sexy muscle boy, he lowered himself and rubbed the remainder of the strawberry on Andrei’s large left nipple.

He heard Andrei moan as the juice dripped onto the tip, making the nipple begin to pucker. After rubbing the berry into the right nipple, he leaned forward and fed the rest to Andrei. The old man then took another big strawberry, placed it in his own mouth, and leaned down to feed part of it to his muscle boy. Andrei bit into the sweet berry, then was surprised to feel the old man’s lips begin to kiss him once again. Strawberry juice filled their mouths.

After a minute, Andrei felt the old man break the kiss, only to feel his juice stained lips once again on his nipples. He felt his cock perk up as the old man suckled his swollen nipple. He soon felt the man’s lips pull away, only to be replaced by another half eaten strawberry. After a few minutes, he felt the old man feeding him through a kiss once again. This whole process went on for a number of minutes, and then, Andrei felt the familiar pressure within his tits begin to slowly build up. Mr. Owens heard the muscle boy groan as he was just about to pick up another strawberry. Is he ready to Milk? He thought with a smile, putting the strawberry down.

He was just about to give one of Andrei’s tits a squeeze to see if they were ready, when all of a sudden…

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

Both Andrei and Mr. Owens were so surprised by the knock at the front door, that they both jumped a little when they heard it. “What the fuck?” Mr. Owens said, aloud. Who the hell could that be? He angrily stood up, walked over to the armoire, and pulled out a pair of loose jeans. He hurriedly pulled them on, cursing quietly to himself. Not even bothering to zip them all the way up, or even button the top of them, he made his way to the front door. Opening the door, he was slightly taken aback to see five young males standing on his porch. “What?” He said rather rudely.

The boys expected Mr. Owens to open the door, however they were so use to seeing him in his maintenance uniform, that they were caught off guard seeing him in this state. His glasses were gone, and he had no shirt on, so his chest was bare. His skin was wrinkled and sagging, with a few age spots in one or two places, and his long nipples were hard from the cold coming in through the door. The boys also noticed his pants were hastily pulled up, and his semi hard cock was slightly visible under his pubic hair. The sight of the elderly man half naked caused some of the boys’ stomachs to turn.

“Umm…” Jeremy started, trying hard to hide his disgust, and put on a polite front. “Hi Mr. Owens, we… we’re really sorry to bother you.” Mr. Owens’ cruel expression didn’t change. “Then, why are you?” he said bitterly. Tobias, annoyed, pushed in front of Jeremy, into the doorway, with the rest of the boys following. “Umm… did I say you could come in?” Mr. Owens said harshly. Jeremy continued to speak, trying to keep his calm. “Look, again, we are sorry, it’s just… we’re looking for someone, a male student, and we were wondering if you might have seen him around.”

It took Mr. Owens a second, but he soon realized these were the boys he would see in the viewing rooms looking at Andrei. They were probably the ones who tied him up. They were the ones who, in-directly, gave him the opportunity to collect the Russian muscle-stud on the side of the road. In the back of his mind, Mr. Owens thought he should be thanking these boys. However, he was also quick to realize they were probably here to collect him back, and there was no fucking way he was about to give his muscle-boy back to them.

He looked down at the boy who was speaking to him. He was a little short, and had glasses on. Puberty clearly hadn’t finished its job on this boy, as he looked like he was still in High School. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said to the boy. “Now why don’t you boys run along and…”

Tobias stepped in front of his friend, and faced Mr. Owens. “Look, his name is Andrei, he’s one of the foreign students, and we think he might have been here.” He said, with the same tone Mr. Owens had been speaking to Jeremy in. Mr. Owens looked at the student. “Sorry, no one else has been here.” He said monotonously.

Tobias was about to scoff and roll his eyes, when something caught his attention. It was a pair of ripped gym shorts in the doorway of a lit room. In fact, it was the same pair of gym shorts Tobias himself pulled down a few days ago, so Jeremy could rip off Andrei’s posers. Andrei was here . “Really!” He said sarcastically, and then proceeded to point in the doorway. “Because, those are his gym shorts he was last seen wearin…” Tobias stopped speaking, when he realized something while staring at the gym shorts. He didn’t even need to finish speaking, as all the boys turned to see what he was pointing at. “Yeah, that’s Andrei’s shorts!” One of them said aloud. “Andrei is here you asshole!” said another.

Mr. Owens groaned in anger. He knew he had been caught. He turned and looked at the boys. “Alright, so yes, I have the boy, but I’m not about to give him up, I’ve wanted this moment for a long time, you all know what I’m talking about.” He said, trying to manipulate the boys, but really, all it did was make them cringe. Jeremy spoke, “Okay yes, we understand, but look, it’s time to bring him back to campus, it’s only right.” The other boys nodded their heads in agreement, with the exception of Tobias, who was still fixated on the gym shorts in the doorway.

Mr. Owens looked at them all, and proceeded to laugh. “Yeah right, this Russian boy is some high-quality stuff. I'm not just gonna hand him over to a bunch of boys …” He said this last bit, looking at Jeremy. He saw Jeremy’s face harden in anger, and knew he was getting under the kid’s skin. He leaned forward, smiling at Jeremy tauntingly. “What is it you are going to give me in return?” he said with a chuckle.

Jeremy was done trying to be polite to this asshole. He looked at the old man, and then proceeded to speak. “Huh, I don’t know. How about, you give us Andrei, and we don’t tell the school that you’ve been fucking one of its students.” Mr. Owens’ smile completely dropped. The school still had their eye on him after that student made that complaint years ago. This would no doubt end badly for him if they learned of this. The other boys snickered and smiled as they looked at their friend. Jeremy may not be very intimidating, but he was certainly smart as fuck! Mr. Owens finally spoke. “Okay…” he said bitterly, crossing his arms against his chest. “I… I accept these terms.”

Tobias, who had barely been listening, turned his head towards Mr. Owens. “So… you took off Andrei’s gym shorts?” He said, as he made his way to pick up the shorts. Mr. Owens gave the kid a questioning look. “Uh, yeah! Why?” he said. “Toby, what is it?” Jeremy asked, as he saw Tobias pick up the gym shorts in the doorway. As he held them in his hands, Tobias lifted his head, then suddenly gasped at something he saw in the room.

“Jeremy?” He quietly said. Jeremy walked over to his friend. “What?” he said. Tobias blocked the doorway, as he stared at whatever was in the room. He put his hand on Jeremy’s shoulder. “Jeremy…” he said again quietly. “Take your turn!”

Jeremy gave him a questioning look. And then pushed him forward. “What? What are you talking abo…” He stopped dead, as he looked in the direction Tobias was staring. There in the room, was Andrei naked on a bed, blindfolded, lying on his side. His enormous ass was staring right at them. “Holy shit.” Jeremy said quietly to no one in particular. All the boys, followed by Mr. Owens, came into the room, and every one of their mouths dropped open in awe; With the exception of Mr. Owens, who simply smiled at the sight of the perfectly plump rump the old man had gotten to know so well in the last two days.

Jeremy himself couldn’t believe it! For so many months, he had watched, mesmerized as Andrei’s large ass jiggled in those tight shorts, always just wishing he could rip them off the muscle boy’s body. Finally, everything he imagined that the Russian muscle-stud was hiding in those shorts, was totally revealed to him. It was absolute perfection, and obscenely large, just like everything else on Andrei. One of the boys had finally looked down for a second, and quickly noticed the extremely large tent in Jeremy’s pants. He patted Jeremy on the back. “Jer… Go! Take your chance!” he said, ushering the frozen boy forward. Jeremy snapped out of his funk and slowly walked towards the bed, a wide grin forming across his face. It was finally happening! He was finally going to be inside Andrei’s giant ass.

When imagining this moment in his head, Jeremy had always assumed he would put on this domineering front when approaching Andrei, but now, looking at the incredible muscle ass, he was at a complete loss of words. He slowly began pulling his shoes off, and undoing his shirt. Normally, he would have been more self-conscious about taking his clothes off in front of others, but after looking at Andrei on the bed, he seemed to forget anyone else was in the room. He forgot his initial anger, that someone like the elderly Mr. Owens had gotten the chance to be inside Andrei before he could. In fact, at this moment, Jeremy probably forgot his own name. All he knew was that right now, he had to get his clothes off, and get in between those pale round melons.

Once Jeremy was completely bare, all the boys as well as Mr. Owens were completely shocked at his endowment. They would not expect someone of Jeremy’s size to be packing such a… weapon. It looked like it was nearly 9 inches, and very thick. Some of the boys were actually quite curious, to see if he could even fit it inside Andrei. Mr. Owens’ eyes widened at the sight of the student’s cock, admitting to himself that he was wrong a few moments earlier. Clearly, the boy was on the right side of puberty.

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Andrei was groaning on the bed where the old man had left him. His cock had loosened a little when he was left alone, but the pressure that was building in his pecs was still there. Usually, the old man would continuously play with his swollen chest, so his tits would quickly release their milk and relieve poor Andrei of any growing discomfort. But the old man had left him, and now his muscle breasts continued to swell slowly, and painfully.

Andrei didn’t know what was happening, but he knew it couldn’t be good when he realized he heard more than two voices in the other room. But his heart completely sank, when he heard a number of people entering the bedroom. He shouldn’t have been all that surprised though, as he had already gone through so much humiliation. But what did all this mean? Who were these people? Did the perverted old man invite an audience to witness his humiliation? The idea alone made the muscle-boy shudder.

All of a sudden, he heard shoes getting kicked off, the shifting of clothes, and someone approaching the bed. That was strange, as the old man was naked when Andrei last saw him, and he definitely wasn’t wearing shoes. Oh God, No… he thought in panic. Was the perverted old man pimping him out? Was he actually turning Andrei into a true whore? A muscle toy for other perverted men to fuck? Andrei felt goosebumps form on his body from the anticipation. He could already imagine the taunts in his head. Andrei, The Champion Bodybuilding Slut… The Russian Muscle-Tit Whore…

Moments later, he heard the bed springs shifting as someone stepped onto the bed. “He… Hello?” Andrei quietly stuttered in fear. He felt a hand pull him onto his back. “Hey there big boy!” he heard. The voice somehow felt familiar to Andrei, but he couldn’t figure out why. The muscle-stud felt the stranger lay his naked body on top of his own. It was so strange, in part because Andrei was so use to feeling the old man’s wrinkled sagging body on top of his, but mainly because the person was smooth, and very skinny. If his hands weren’t tide behind his back, Andrei could have broken this person in two, just by hugging him close to his torso. The hands on the person alone, felt relatively young. If Andrei didn’t know any better, he would think this stranger couldn’t have been more than 14 years old. Oh god… Andrei thought, at just how humiliating the idea alone was, of getting fucked by someone so young.

Andrei could feel the stranger’s breath above his face. “I'm certainly glad to see you again!” The stranger said quietly with a chuckle. Andrei gasped, he recognized the voice. When he was taken from the gym a few days ago, and had woken up, tied to a chair in the basement of the students’ center, he remembered the first thing he had heard was a chuckle from one of his captors. “Well well well… it looks like our tit-boy is up.” They had said to him. Andrei’s throat tightened. The people in the room with him… were his original captors. Did the old men invite them? Was he involved with them from the very start? Andrei began to sweat.

Jeremy looked at the muscle-boy’s blindfolded face, who had begun to breathe unevenly in fear. The fact that Jeremy made Andrei nervous, made Jeremy himself practically giddy. Jeremy eyed the muscle-boy’s lips. He never really stopped and thought about it before, but Andrei’s lips were as big and plump and juicy as the rest of him. Lowering himself, he began to lick Andrei’s plump smackers, as if to encourage his mouth to open more. Once they were open wide enough, Jeremy quickly lowered himself, and passionately kissed Andrei on his pouty lips.

Jeremy had never really kissed anyone before, and now his first kiss was with one of the sexiest muscle-boys in the world. After a few minutes, he pulled back from the kiss, and looked at the rest of Andrei’s curvaceous body. He did have to admit, the boys were right. The Russian stud truly did have beautiful pecs and nipples. Jeremy slowly let his fingers trail around the smooth, voluptuous, almost feminine curves around the swollen nipples.

Andrei shuddered at each of the young guy’s touches, it only added to the uncomfortable growing pressure within his pecs. Each touch was minor teases that did not add to any sense of release, and only made his pecs swell and become more tender with each caress. Andrei groaned as he felt the guy’s finger lightly caress his swollen nipples. Jeremy chuckled into Andrei’s ear. “Don’t worry my sexy tit-boy. I’m done.” He said, then slowly ran his hand through Andrei’s short buzzed hair, and then proceeded to kiss the boy on his cheeks, causing them to turn red. In a different context, Andrei would have looked at this as a genuine loving gesture, but now, found it humiliating and nerve wracking. “Now it’s time for the main event.” The young guy whispered, as he pulled himself off of the muscular body. Andrei had gotten slightly use to the young guy’s body heat, and once he got off, Andrei’s body shuddered from the unexpected cool. The cool had caused his nipples to harden and his pecs to swell, adding to the uncomfortable pressure growing in his pecs.

As Jeremy got off of Andrei’s body, he was slightly taken aback when he looked up and was reminded of everyone else in the room. However, seeing their hard tents, and their smiles of appreciation, gave him a sense of encouragement. As he made his way towards Andrei’s tree trunk sized legs, he motioned for two of the boys to come forward and hold up a leg. As each boy held one leg up, Jeremy grabbed a hold of each plump cheek and spread them wide. Andrei’s tight hole winked at Jeremy. If he weren’t so fucking horny, he would’ve taken a little time to appreciate the beauty and perfection of Andrei’s hole, but now, he just couldn't wait, and dove in face first. He grabbed and caressed the round voluptuous rump as his tongue invaded Andrei’s most private spot. It tasted so good!

It was a bit of a challenge for Jeremy to keep his tongue on the target, as Andrei’s ass cheeks were so massive and tight, that they kept pushing Jeremy’s face a bit. But Jeremy was determined to push through and continue to tongue-fuck the sweet hole, and was encouraged by the sounds of Andrei’s moans.

Andrei was moaning in both pleasure and pain, as he had to admit to himself, despite the humiliation, and the situation itself, this young guy did have a talented tongue. But the stimulation only made it worse on his pecs, as the pressure continued to grow, and nobody was relieving them. Jeremy looked up for a moment to see that Andrei’s cock was rock hard. He smiled to himself. It’s Time! He put his hands on both legs, alerting the two boys they can let go.

As Andrei felt his legs lay on the skinny shoulders, he simply braced himself for what was to come. He was done trying to fight what was going to be done to him. Partly because it was ineffectual, but also, what would he gain from resisting? He could barely call himself a man anymore, as he had the uncomfortable pressure building in his breasts to thank for that. As well, there wasn’t any real shred of dignity left in him, the elderly man stripped that from him when he repeatedly used his body to satisfy his perverted sexual lust. Now, all Andrei could do, was simply wait for the inevitable. Besides, the guy was so young and scrawny, Andrei didn’t expect it to be too much to deal with.

Pushing his glasses further up his nose, Jeremy eyed the tight pink hole, wet from his tongue, winking as if eager for penetration. Despite the recent tongue fuck Jeremy gave, and despite the multiple violations Jeremy assumed it likely endured at the hands of the elderly man, Andrei’s hole still looked virgin-tight. He had waited so long for this, and finally, it was happening. Slowly, he aligned his cock to the moist tight opening, and impaled the young champion bodybuilder.

Andrei hadn’t resisted, as he knew he really had no choice in the matter. He expected some discomfort, nothing he hadn’t already had to deal with. However he was not expecting the blunt, and exceptionally huge “tool” that was pressing against his hole. He whimpered as the pressure increased, and he gasped as his asshole stretched wider, and wider. He screamed out, and tried to pull away.

“Please!” Andrei screamed. “You’re too big. I can't take it!” But Jeremy grabbed his hips tightly, pulling the Russian muscle-boy tightly onto his monster pole. Now that he was in, Jeremy wasn't stopping for anything. Andrei’s ass was his now, and he wasn't going to give it up until the Russian slut got his rightful punishment.

Andrei screamed and pleaded for Jeremy to take it easy on him. Each scream from Andrei sounded like music in Jeremy’s ears. In between Andrei’s wails, Jeremy heard the other boys cheering him on. “Yeah, Jer!... Give it to him good!... Make that bitch take it!” Jeremy began to pick up speed, causing the muscle-studs wails to get even louder! Andrei’s large ass cheeks rippled as he slammed into them.

Andrei was sobbing from the pain, he felt like the young man’s cock was ripping his insides apart. He didn’t think it would ever stop. But eventually, his screams became shallower and shallower until they had turned into a series of moans and lust-filled grunts. The associated pain he was feeling had slowly been replaced by this lustful sensation Andrei began to feel, as his body began accommodating the large invasion on his hole. He even began to feel his cock start to swell again. Now, the only agony his body was feeling was the pressure within his breasts, and now that he was feeling horny again, it only got worse and worse.

Jeremy couldn’t get enough of Andrei's moans. Hearing them alone made his balls churned, ready to empty themselves. He knew he needed to cum soon, but he wanted Andrei to cum at the same time. Until then, Jeremy loved watching the muscle-boy’s body writhe, and his muscle tits jiggle. Jeremy thought Andrei was writhing in ecstasy, when really he was writhing in agony. His pecs were swelling more and more with milk, but no one was stimulating them, and it was becoming too much for him. He needed to be milked! Andrei simply couldn’t take it any longer.

“Please…” He pleaded to the young man fucking his ass. Jeremy was slightly taken aback, as it had been a few minutes since Andrei had said anything comprehensible. Genuinely curious, Jeremy slightly slowed down. “Please what?” he asked the large muscle-boy. Andrei writhed as he spoke slowly. “Please… milk my tits.” He begged. Jeremy’s eyes widened. “What?” He said. “What did you say?” It looked as though just saying the words caused Andrei pain. “Please… milk my tits.” He said again.

Jeremy couldn’t believe it. Tobias’ plan may have actually worked, because Andrei, the champion Russian bodybuilder, was actually begging to have his pecs milked. Jeremy looked over his shoulder. “Toby get the fuck over here!” He said rather quickly.

Toby? Andrei thought. He only knew one thing about his original captors, and that one of their names was Toby. The one whose soothing hands had so lovingly massaged his pecs after the others tortured and humiliated him so often. Tobias ran over to Jeremy. “What? What is it?” He said. Jeremy continued his rapid fucking of Andrei’s hole as he spoke. “Milk his tits!” He said quickly. Tobias looked at him. “Huh?” he said. “Just do it!” Jeremy spat back.

Tobias walked over to the side of the bed, and eyed Andrei’s sweaty jiggling breasts. Slowly, he reached out and grabbed hold of one. Andrei breathed in quickly when he felt the smooth hand grab his pec. It’s Toby’s hand. He thought. Despite what was being done to his body, Andrei somehow felt a small sense of comfort in knowing it was Toby touching his muscle breasts instead of someone else.

Holding the pec, Tobias slowly began to squeeze it. Andrei gasped aloud, and Tobias’ eyes widened, as white liquid dripped out of Andrei’s wide areola. “Oh my god!” Tobias said not so quietly. His fantasies have come true.

The others in the room gathered around the bed to look at what was going on. As Mr. Owens simply smiled at the sight, the boys looked at each other in disbelief, and then studied the stud's tits intently. They were all completely shocked at the sight of Andrei’s swollen pulsing nipples dripping. Wasting no time, Tobias wrapped his hands around the muscle boy's majestically huge breasts, and planted his lips hard on Andrei's lactating nipple. Andrei screamed as the amount of milk built inside his breasts was painfully drawn. Tobias didn’t care if he was hurting Andrei, he had been waiting so long to do this. The milk was better than he would have imagined, and like nothing he had ever tasted before, so sweet and creamy. When he felt the milk flow begin to slow down on the nipple he was breastfeeding from, he removed it from his mouth, and his hand released the other pectoral in order to unzip his pants and let his rock hard cock out. Looking down at his cock, he saw he was already starting to drip some pre-cum.

As Tobias looked up from his pants, he looked back at Andrei’s jiggling swollen muscle-breasts leaking milk, and smiled at a realization. They were in this state, because of him. If it wasn’t for his assistance in massaging them days ago, he wouldn’t be lactating now. You’re my creation. Tobias thought, before quickly latching onto the other nipple.

The site of Tobias nursing on the muscle-stud was too much. Jeremy knew he couldn’t hold it in much longer. Pulling out of Andrei, he joined the other boys in stroking themselves above Andrei’s sweaty breasts. Jeremy was about to blow, just like Tobias, and the rest of them. He refused have Andrei not cum at the same time, so as Tobias nursed on the one nipple, Jeremy grabbed the other. Not only pinching it, but he gave it a sharp twist. Andrei screamed as he felt his cock explode all over his chest, like the others around him. Jeremy rested his cockhead on the nipple he just grabbed, and shot his cum all over the muscular breast. Tobias, unable to control himself, chewed down on the plump nipple as he shot his load all over the floor.

When he finally let go, he stood up, and saw that Andrei’s body was caked with the cum of the boys, Andrei’s own cum, and his milk. He looked around the room, and saw all the boys breathing heavily, with a huge smile on their faces.

Andrei’s ears were ringing, and his heart was beating rapidly. Before long, the exhaustion his body had just gone through, had overcome him. Before he passed out, he heard one last thing. Toby’s voice saying. “You guys… we did it!”

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When Andrei came to, he realized he was lying on the floor. He had a moment of panic, but then looked around, and saw he was next to a bench press, and a shelf of dumbbells, and his reflection in a mirror. He was back in the gym in the students’ center. His hands weren’t tied anymore. As he pulled himself up from the floor, he looked down and saw he had on a clean t-shirt and a random pair of gym shorts. He looked around, but no one else was in the gym. The campus was quiet, as everyone was away. Was any of it real? Was it all a dream? He wondered. Spooked, he ran out of the students’ center, not looking back.

When he got back to his dorm room, he decided to hop into the shower. Feeling the water cascading on his body, he grabbed the soap ready to wash. As he soaped up his smooth pecs, he closed his eyes and smiled to himself, enjoying the fact that his hands were free to touch his pecs himself. He felt his cock harden as he squeezed and lathered his torso.

But then, it happened. His eyes shot open. He felt the pressure within his pecs begin to build. Noooo… he thought, shuddering. All of it was real. He really was blindfolded and molested by those anonymous captors. That disgusting elderly man actually had repeatedly fucked him. And his pecs were able to lactate milk.

Andrei began to panic; the heat from the water was making him dizzy. Quickly he changed the water temperature to cold. Feeling the cool water on his skin, he felt his cock loosen, and slowly, the pressure in his pecs began to dissipate. His breathing began to calm down, and he sighed in relief.

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For the next month, Andrei began working on losing his off-season gains, earlier than he normally would. During this time, whenever he would feel the pressure in his pecs begin to build, he would quickly run into the cold shower to calm it down before he had the serious urge to milk them. No longer lactating, over time, the pressure in his pecs had begun to dissipate all together, and Andrei slowly began to feel like a man again. By the time classes started for the new semester, his body was competition ready, and his confidence was back.

In the first week of the new semester, Andrei went back to the student gym in the evening to work on his body. Once he had completed all his reps, and finished with the bench press, he walked over to the mirror, and smiled at his work. As he looked down at his hard pecs, covered by his sweat drenched t-shirt, his smile began to fall, remembering everything that happened to him a month ago.

For a moment, he looked around, and saw that there were only eight or nine other people in the gym that night. He looked back at his reflection in the mirror. Unsure of what was coming over him, he swallowed his fear and insecurity, and lifted his shirt over his head. A few others in the room stopped what they were doing just to stare in shock at the young bodybuilder; Andrei had never taken his shirt off in the gym before. Fearing he would notice, they quickly tried to look at their own work, while also sneaking peaks in his direction every so often.

Andrei felt his face flush as he felt the cool air on his sweaty bare skin. Looking at his torso in the mirror, he smiled, and began to flex his chest like he would with his shirt on. He didn’t do it for very long though, because just as he began to flex his pecs, he could have sworn he heard the sound of hoots, cheers, and Catcall whistles coming from close by. But when he looked around, he couldn’t see anybody even looking in his direction. He looked back at his shirtless reflection in the mirror. Did he just imagine the sound?

The End