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Subject: {ASSM} Jazz's Toys Part Four: The Lover's Lane Couple Again (M/mf, nc torture, rape, extreme)
Date: Thu, 22 Nov 2001 05:10:09 -0500
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All standard disclaimers apply. This kind of behaviour should never be
emulated in real life, and the author absolutely does not condone any
of the things contained in this story ever actually happening. Do not
read this if you're under 18 or are easily offended.

Jazz's Toys Part Four: The Lover's Lane Couple Again (M/mf, nc
torture, rape, extreme)
by e. wolf

The basement door opened for the first time in what felt like weeks.
In reality it had only been two days since Jazz had left the teen
couple alone in the dark of his private dungeon, but they shrunk and
whimpered as the light from upstairs hit them as if they might melt
from the sun.
They were naked, both of them, locked securely in the cages where Jazz
had left them. He'd given them plenty of water and a bucket apiece to
store their waste, but he hadn't wanted anything in their stomachs for
his return. Hungry slaves were so much more compliant, he'd
discovered.
The boy's spirit had been broken almost immediately, his macho jock
facade disintegrating as Jazz had bound his cock and balls and Jazz's
friend Gator had fucked the boy's ass.
Now the boy cowered in the corner of his cage, whimpering as Jazz
approached him with a wicked smile on his face.
"So, fucktoy, did you enjoy your little break from me?" Jazz said. "It
was my cousin's birthday and we were out celebrating. But don't worry,
I didn't forget about you. I've been thinking up all sorts of
wonderful things to do to you and your little girlfriend. I thought
I'd start with paddling your ass. Pretty tame, I know, but it might
take us an hour or so to get you back into the groove, so to speak.
How's that sound?"
"P-please, just kill us or let us go," the boy whined. "Just don't
torture us anymore."
"You're missing the point, cunt," Jazz told him. "I told you before, I
like hurting you. That's why I have you here."
He unlocked the cage and dragged the boy out by the hair. His
girlfriend looked on, sobbing quietly as Jazz bent the boy lengthwise
over a sturdy wooden sawhorse, straddling the crossbeam so that his
cock and balls were crushed between his body and the wood. He let out
a little moan of pain as Jazz started to fasten his arms and legs to
the legs of the sawhorse with heavy iron manacles.
"We'll start with twenty strokes on each cheek with this," Jazz said,
holding out what looked like a ping-pong paddle with small holes
drilled in it. The boy's eyes widened, obviously realizing that the
holes would cut down on the wind resistance and make each blow hurt
considerably more.
"No," the boy whispered. "Please, no."
"Oh, come on, you little pansy." Jazz slapped him across the face.
"I'm starting you off easy. The least you could do is say `thank
you.'" And he slapped the boy again, waited for a response, then
slapped him again.
"Thank you," the boy said, praying it would make him stop slapping
him, at least. It didn't.
"Thank you, what?" Jazz demanded, hitting him twice more.
"Thank you, um, Sir?"
Jazz thought that over for a minute.
"Sir. No, I think we've progressed beyond `Sir,'" he said. "How about
`Master?'"
"Yes, Master, thank you, Master," the boy said quickly, trying to pull
away before Jazz's huge hand caught him across the face again.
"Master." Jazz slapped him a few more times, just for the fun of it.
"Yeah, I like that. You can call me that."
Then he circled around behind the boy with the paddle in his hand and
without further ado began to strike the boy's firm, muscular ass with
brisk, hard strokes. The kid let out a shriek that made him sound more
like a little girl than the tough-guy varsity athlete he'd been just a
few days ago. Jazz hit him over and over, each blow crushing his
tortured scrotum harder against the wood beam.
By the time he'd finished the boy was sobbing incoherently.
"Mmm, that was fun," Jazz said, putting the paddle aside. "Now I think
I'll fuck your girlfriend's throat."
The boy was too sore and crying too hard to even notice what Jazz had
said. Two days ago he'd have jumped to the girl's defence, but now he
didn't even care what this psychopath did to her - as long as Jazz
left him alone.
Jazz hauled the girl out of her cage and carried her effortlessly over
to a long table near the wall. She struggled and screamed, but she was
no match for the enormous sadist. Jazz smiled as he laid her face-down
on the table and tied her wrists and ankles to iron rings set in the
corners.
"You've still got some fight in you," he said with a grin. "That's
great. I'm gonna have a lot of fun taking that fight out of you."
That shut her up for a moment as she realized there was nothing she
could do to prevent herself from being tied down, raped and tortured
again. Her wide blue eyes brimmed with tears as she looked up at Jazz.
His cold grey eyes betrayed no emotion of any kind as he finished
tying her down, then gripped her head in his large hands and tilted it
up so her head was at a right angle to the rest of her body.
"Open your mouth wide," he said evenly. "Don't even think about
biting, because I'll snap your neck like a twig. Get it?"
It wasn't a particularly original simile, but it was an effective one.
The girl nodded and sniffled a little.
"Good girl. Now open wide." Jazz coaxed his half-hard cock over the
girl's tongue, straight to the back of her mouth. He could hear her
gag as he felt himself bottom out against her epiglottis. He let out
an approving moan as her tongue pressed up against his shaft in an
effort to expel the intruding organ. He was completely hard in no
time, his thick uncircumsized cock filling the girl's mouth so full
her jaw began to ache.
"That's great," he said, stroking her temples almost gently with his
thumbs. "Now what I want you to do is swallow nice and hard on the
count of three. I'm gonna push my cock right inside your throat, and
it'll be much easier for you if you're swallowing along with me."
"GGG," the girl managed to groan, and Jazz laughed.
"I'll take that as a `yes,'" he said. "Okay, one, two, aaaand ..." He
thrust his hips forward, hearing a small `pop' as his cock slipped
into the girl's throat. Jazz moaned in ecstasy as he felt the tiny
tube squeezing his throbbing organ. He pressed it further, his belly
pressing the girl's pert, pointed nose flat against her face as he
completely constricted her airway.
"You know, I could kill you so easily," he said casually. "It feels so
good with you trying to gasp for air, all the muscles contracting
around my cock. It's great. But I think I'll let you breathe again."
And he pulled his cock halfway out of her mouth, letting the girl draw
a desperate breath. Jazz smiled as her tongue pulsed around his
erection, trying to push it aside to suck in more air. The sensation
was astonishing, and took everything he had not to spray his cum all
over the cunt's mouth right there and then.
"Count of three, are you ready? One, two ..." And he jammed his cock
back down her throat. He kept this up for half an hour or more:
stuffing her throat until she ran out of oxygen, then pulling out for
a few seconds before ramming it back in again. By the time he was
finished the girl's gag reflex was non-existent.
Finally he couldn't take it anymore: he simply had to give this cunt's
throat a proper fucking. He gripped her ears tightly and began to ride
her face, groaning as he felt his load building, his balls tightening
in preparation. It wasn't long before he couldn't contain himself any
more, and he thrust as hard as he could into her throat and sprayed
into her esophagus.
Jazz reeled a little, feeling somewhat oxygen-deprived himself after
that orgasm. He felt his dick beginning to soften a little, and he
pulled it out of the girl's mouth and wiped it across her lips.
He bent down to look into her eyes, checking her pulse as he did so.
Her heart was racing, presumably from the panic of nearly being choked
to death on her kidnapper's massive cock. Jazz smiled and leaned
forward to kiss her deeply. She responded in kind, more from
disorientation than from any kind of passion or arousal.
Jazz probed his tongue into the girl's mouth, tasting the residue of
his own cum as he pressed his lips firmly into hers, entwining his
fingers in her hair.
After a minute or two he stood up and moved back over to her
boyfriend, who had been watching the entire scene through pain-dulled
senses.
"So," he said with a grin. "Did you enjoy that? Did it make you
jealous?" He grabbed the boy's hair and yanked it upward. "Well?"
"Y-yes, Sir. Master. Yes, Master," the boy said. Jazz laughed.
"Who were you jealous of, me or her? You want to fuck her throat like
that? Or you want me to fuck yours?"
The boy looked confused, and Jazz laughed harder. "It's okay,
cuntface, you don't have to decide right now. Of course I'll fuck your
throat for you, but first the big boy needs a little rest." And he
tucked his soft cock back in his pants.

Jazz looked over the bound teenagers and thought hard for a minute. It
would be nice, he thought, to give them something to remember him by.
Besides, it was cold in the basement. He lit a fire in the fireplace,
then opened a cupboard and took out a long metal rod.
"This is a branding iron," Jazz said. He showed it to the girl first.
"I think this will look nice on your tits. Or maybe your belly. Hell,
maybe I'll put it on both. Your boyfriend, I think I'll just put it on
his ass cheeks. It says `cum slut.' Won't that look nice, burned into
that pretty pink flesh of yours?"
The girl shook her head violently, screaming with horror at the
thought, unable to form words. Jazz laughed and placed the end of the
iron carefully in the fire.
"We'll get to that in a little while," he said. First I've got some
other business with you."
He untied the girl, then led her to the middle of the floor and
fastened her ankles to a set of chains that dangled from a winch on
the ceiling. Next he turned on the winch and the chains began to
tighten, pulling the startled, still-sobbing girl off her feet. She
landed on her ass on the floor, but didn't stay that way for long as
the chains continued to pull her feet upward until her legs were
straight up in the air and, finally, she was dangling free with her
fingertips barely grazing the floor.
"Very good," Jazz said. "I think you're still looking a little too
pink and smooth for my tastes." He picked up a cat o' nine tails, a
vicious-looking whip with sharp beads knotted into the ends of each
tail. Without further conversation he set to work with it, raining a
steady rhythm of blows across her skin, circling around, whipping the
upside-down girl as she howled and began to beg, once again, to be
released.
"Soon enough, cunt," he said. He lashed her back, stomach, the
underside of her tits. They were soon covered in hundreds of raised
welts and stinging cuts.
That was enough to get Jazz's cock stirring again. He dragged the
sawhorse with the boy on it over to the fire and stood behind it. He
lined his cock up with the boy's exposed asshole and pressed the head
up against the stretched, distended sphincter. The boy barely moaned.
After being tortured and humiliated, another rape wasn't going to make
much difference to him.
Jazz smiled as he pressed his erection deeper into the boy's hole,
beginning to ride him slowly. As his rhythm increased in intensity, he
lifted the red-hot branding iron from the fire and plunged it against
the boy's right ass cheek.
The teen, who had resigned himself to Jazz's violation, hadn't seen
him pick up the iron and wasn't expecting this sudden searing agony.
He let out an ear-splitting shriek and began trying again to pull away
from his restraints. Jazz leaned his head back, enjoyed the feeling of
the boy's ass squeezing his cock as he panicked and clenched his
muscles in desperation. After a second or two Jazz removed the iron
and cast it aside, leaving his mark forever, seared deep in the boy's
flesh.
He let out a groan as the boy's ass squeezed his dick harder, cumming
hard in the thrashing youth's back chute.
He pulled out and walked around to the front of the boy, his dirty
cock still half-hard, and stood with his crotch at the sobbing boy's
face.
"Clean it off," Jazz ordered. "Then we'll see about marking up that
girlfriend of yours."

Jazz kept the couple for another few days, although once they'd both
been branded he didn't play with them much - he didn't want to risk
infecting the marks; he wanted to make sure anyone who saw them naked
in the future would know what he'd turned them into. He did, however,
fuck the boy's throat several times before letting them go. After all,
a promise was a promise.
He left them naked, bound and gagged on the athletic field of their
high school for all the world to see the next morning. Each was tied
in such a position that their brands would be visible to all, and when
they were found by the football team arriving for an early-morning
practice, they each became instant laughing-stocks. The boy found
himself ostracized from among his jock friends - he'd been left with
his ass high in the air, a thick black rubber dildo jammed deep
inside. The girl, on the other hand, became something of a favourite
with the football team. Who better to have hanging around the locker
room after games than a cock-sucking cum slut? It even said so right
across her tits!

*end of part four*

Let me know what you think of this story - should this series
continue? The author welcomes all comments, questions etc. -
worthlesspainslut@hotmail.com

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