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Subject: {ASSM} Jazz's Toys Part Two: The Lover's Lane Couple (MM/mf, nc torture rape kidnap)
Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2001 09:10:02 -0500
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Disclaimer: Don't read this if you're not s'posed to. Anyone who does
any of the things described in this story is a sick, horrible person
and needs to be put in jail. This story is not for underage or
mentally unstable people, or for the easily offended.

Jazz's Toys Part Two: The Lover's Lane Couple (MM/mf, nc, rape,
torture, kidnap)
by e. wolf
					
Jazz got up early and went down to the basement. The kids he'd brought
home the previous day were still there, padlocked into the dog cages
in the small windowless back room.
He'd found them making out in a lover's lane several hours away in the
next state, and after he'd chloroformed them and tied them tightly it
had been a simple matter to get them home and into his basement. He
lived in the middle of nowhere, which came in handy given that his
chosen hobby was both highly illegal and potentially very noisy.
The boy was irate, a real hero jock type: "You'd better let us go, you
sick bastard. You keep your hands off my girlfriend or I'll fucking
kill you."
Jazz decided to tend to him first. He unlocked the cage and pulled the
boy out by the collar of his rugby shirt.
"Get your clothes off," he told the boy, his pale grey eyes boring
into the seventeen-year-old.
"Fuck you, faggot," the kid told him, spitting a little as he spoke.
"Fine," Jazz said calmly. "I bet your girlfriend's intestines will
look real good hanging on my wall."
"No, wait!" 
Jazz smiled as the boy suddenly remembered he was supposed to be
heroic and protect his damsel in distress. Given his druthers, Jazz
much preferred to stick his cock in a squalling girl, but he got off
on hurting his toys, and a scream was a scream as far as he was
concerned.
The boy was down to his boxer shorts and tube socks in no time, which
was enough for Jazz, for the time being.
"Put your hands up over your head," Jazz said, slightly surprised when
the kid did it right away. He was an imposing man, six-six and close
to three hundred pounds of solid muscle covered in tattoos almost from
head to toe, but he'd at least expected a token protest from the kid.
Jazz grabbed a length of rope and bound the boy's wrists together,
then hung them from a hook in the ceiling. The kid was athletic,
muscular but nothing close to being a match for Jazz.
"A-are you going to kill us?" the boy asked, suddenly realizing how
helpless they were.
"You might die," Jazz said agreeably, "but I won't be the one to do
it. Some of my friends don't really know when to stop, that's the
trouble."
"Your friends?"
"Yeah. They'll be over later. My cousin Mungo and his friend Gator.
Gator gets kinda psycho sometimes."
The boy couldn't think of anything to say to that, just watched
horrified as Jazz opened a cabinet in the wall and took out an
assortment of objects. First he took a leather blindfold and brought
it over to the cage that contained the girl, who was cowering
terrified in the corner of the cage.
"Put this on," he said, staring into her with those pale grey eyes of
his. "Make sure you can't see anything. If I see you peeking, I'll cut
off your tits. Understand?"
"Y-y-y," the girl stammered, nodding frantically as she put on the
blindfold.
"Right," Jazz said. "I always hate to spoil the surprise. Now, to
attend to you, my little friend."
"You're a sick bastard," the boy said.
"Well, yeah. But how would you know? I haven't done anything to you
yet." Jazz laughed. "We're just getting started." And he hooked his
thumbs under the waistband of the boy's boxer shorts and pulled them
to his ankles.
"What are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing?" Jazz said calmly. "I want to see what
we're dealing with, here." He wrapped his huge callused fingers around
the boy's small, flaccid penis and began to massage it roughly. The
boy whimpered as, despite himself, his cock sprang to life.
"That's nice," Jazz said. "You have a very pretty cock." He slapped
the boy lightly across the face. "Say thank you. I just gave you a
compliment."
"T-thank you," the boy muttered between gritted teeth. He didn't want
to, but he also didn't want to find out what would happen if he
disobeyed this psycho while the man was holding his dick.
Jazz continued to stroke the boy's cock roughly until he could feel
that the kid was on the verge of cumming. He stepped away and produced
a glass of water that appeared to have a coil of string submerged in
it. Jazz reached in and pulled out the string and the boy could see
that it was, in fact, thin leather cord.
"This will shrink as it dries," Jazz said with a grin. "Be lucky if
your whole package doesn't just pop right off your crotch." And he
began to wind the cord tightly around the base of the boy's cock and
balls, trapping the blood inside his engorged organ.
"No, ow! What - Stop it!" the boy stammered, lightheaded from his
involuntary arousal. He tried to pull away but Jazz held him tightly
in place with one huge hand wrapped around the back of him as he wound
the cord around and around the boy's cock with the other. After a few
minutes the boy dared to look down at his erection, which was all but
mummified inside the damp leather cord. His balls hung free, the cord
just wrapped around the base of them, but they were rock-hard and felt
like they were going to explode.
"Ohhh," the boy grunted. "Oh, it hurts."
Jazz unhooked the boy from the ceiling and led him, doubled-over in
pain, to a mattress on the floor. The leather cord was beginning to
dry out now, and the pain as it cut into him was excruciating. There
were iron rings embedded in the floor at each corner of the bed, and
Jazz tied the boy's wrists and ankles to the rings, leaving him
spread-eagled and helpless. He whimpered helplessly as Jazz fetched a
square of sandpaper and knelt between his legs. The boy began to howl
as Jazz began to sand his engorged balls. He thrashed in his bonds as
the huge, hulking man abraded the thin, hot skin.
In her cage, the blindfolded girl came to life.
"Stop! Please stop hurting him!" she wailed. "Leave him alone!"
Jazz glanced over at her. She was agitated, but not enough to take off
that blindfold, he noticed. He set aside the sandpaper and picked up a
small white plastic bottle.
"Rubbing alcohol," he said with a smile as he showed it to the boy,
whose eyes widened in horror.
"Nooo!" he squealed. Jazz uncapped the bottle and dumped half of it
over the boy's abraded testicles. He screeched and sobbed with pain,
his entire body bucking and thrashing.
Jazz stood and watched until the pain subsided a little, his cock
throbbing.
Before he'd decided where to put it, though, he heard a knock at the
door upstairs.
"Who's there?" he yelled.
"It's Gator!"
"I'm downstairs. Get your ass down here."
Jazz had told the kids Gator was a little psychotic, and he certainly
looked it. With his scraggly red hair and a wild look in his eyes, he
looked around Jazz's basement with the look of a spoiled kid on
Christmas.
"Man, you got a couple of `em," he said with a wild grin. "Have you
fucked either of `em yet?"
"I was saving this one for you," Jazz told him, jabbing the boy's
tortured balls with the toe of his boot. "And I haven't even touched
the girl yet."
"Cool."
Gator knelt on the floor beside the boy and untied his feet.
"Please," the kid was groaning. "Please stop. Let me go, please."
"Not fucking likely," Gator said with a giggle. He stretched the boy's
legs up over his shoulders and tied his ankles to his wrists,
effectively exposing his tortured genitals and his asshole to Gator.
As Gator tended to the boy, Jazz unlocked the girl's cage and hauled
her out of it . . . . and what a sight she beheld as Jazz took off the
blindfold: her boyfriend tied on a smelly, stained mattress in the
middle of the floor with his cock and balls bound, crying like an
infant and shrieking with pain and terror as a grubby-looking
red-haired man mounted him.
"What are you doing to him?" She began to cry and slap at Jazz, trying
to get away from him. "Leave him alone! Stop hurting him!"
Jazz caught her around the waist and easily spun her around to face
him. He kissed her hard on the lips, and she gagged and sputtered and
tried to pull away from him. Then he gripped her by the hair and
forced her to turn back and watch as Gator drove his cock into the
bound boy's unlubricated asshole. Both teens screamed, the girl with
terror and indignation, the boy with unimaginable pain.
Gator didn't last long: he never did on the first go-around, but he
would be hard again in a few minutes. He pulled out and stood up,
giving the boy's engorged balls a slap before walking over and
grabbing the girl by the arm.
"All right, cunt." He pushed her to her knees and thrust his
now-flaccid cock into her face. "Clean it off."
The girl recoiled and tried to pull away from his shit-and-cum-covered
cock.
"No, that's disgusting," she said. 
"Okay, then I'll just get your boyfriend to do it while I cut off his
prick."
The girl sobbed, but she leaned forward and began to gingerly lick
Gator's dirty cock, gagging and retching as he gripped her hair and
guided her head.
Jazz left the girl to Gator's attentions and moved to where the boy
was tied, sobbing.
"So, was it good for you?" he said with a laugh.
"It hurrrrts," the boy wailed. "My dick, it's so sore, please, please
take it off!"
"You want me to take off your dick?" Jazz grinned, towering over the
bound boy.
"The cord, please, please untie my prick, it hurts so much!"
"Well, how could I say no to that?" Jazz said. He pulled out an
enormous hunting knife and used it to cut the end of the cord. The
boy's sobs began anew as Jazz cleared away the cords from the shaft of
his cock. They had tightened so much that it left deep grooves in his
flesh.
"Hey, Gator," Jazz called. "Bring the cunt over here." He untied the
boy's legs and stretched them out.
"What for?" Gator said. "I'm gettin' my cock sucked, here."
"You can get it sucked over here, too. Come on."
Gator dragged the girl over to the mattress, and Jazz grabbed her and
sat her down so she was straddling her boyfriend's tortured,
still-erect cock.
"I interrupted you two before you had a chance to do this last night,"
Jazz said with a grin. "Now we're gonna watch the two of you put on a
little show for us. You can fuck your boyfriend while you're sucking
Gator."
"Sounds good to me," Gator said. He squatted over the boy's face. "And
your little faggot boyfriend here can lick my asshole while you're
doing it."
The boy moaned weakly as Gator ground his scrotum and asshole against
the boy's face.
"Come on, slut," Jazz said to the girl. "Spread `em wide. Let's see
what a good little fuck you are. Come on, ride him good."
The girl was crying as Jazz forced her down over her boyfriend's cock,
then shoved her face forward so she could suck Gator as she rode him.
She was so distracted trying to maintain a rhythm at both ends that
she scarcely noticed the sound of Jazz unzipping his pants until it
was too late.
"NO!" she cried out as she felt the head of his huge cock at the
entrance to her asshole. Gator smacked her face. His cock was already
starting to get hard again, and he was irritated at the interruption.
"Did I say you could stop sucking, bitch? Now get back to work." He
slapped her hard across the face before driving her face down into his
crotch again.
Jazz gave a small grunt as he shoved his large erection into her tight
back hole, feeling the boy's cock through the thin membrane that
separated the girl's holes. He fucked her so hard she didn't have to
worry about her rhythm - her entire body moved with each of Jazz's
thrusts.
On the other end, Gator grabbed her head and began to fuck her face
with enthusiasm. She was obviously an experienced cocksucker, using
her lips and tongue to stimulate him as he drove his cock into her
harder and harder. Soon, though, his thrusts became too fast and deep
for her to breathe between each one and she began to gag and struggle.
"That's what I like," Gator said. "I like to see a cunt choking on my
cock." He let out a moan as he came in her mouth, grabbing her ears to
drive her face farther into his groin.
Beneath him the boy moaned in disgust at the taste of the man's anus,
but he was too terrified to stop licking. He could scarcely breathe
with the weight of the man on his face, and every move his girlfriend
made was agony to his tortured, abraded cock. Eventually, though, he
could feel the stirring in his balls that meant he was about to cum,
and he let out a groan of relief as he spewed weakly into his
girlfriend's cunt.
Jazz pulled out of the girl's cunt as he came, spraying his load
across her back, then stepping back to look at his handiwork.
"I think the boyfriend can lick that up," he said thoughtfully. "Then
we'll string the pair of them up and get them ready for Mungo.

end of part two. This story is part of an ongoing series. The author
welcomes any comments, questions or suggestions regarding this story:
worthlesspainslut@hotmail.com

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