“One Night in Prague”

By

Jotto

Chapter Four

Eager to put Marco in severe distress, Chicago cut to the chase. He lifted Marco’s sizable scrotum without any sort of reverence for the sacred and sensitive body part that it was, almost as if his balls were just some sort of annoying obstacle to be gotten out of the way. And in this case, they were for they were draped over Marco’s anus, the target of Chicago’s perversion. And when Marco’s glorious hole was revealed, Chicago without hesitation, ruthlessly crammed the electrified dildo deep into Marco’s puckering hole. The electricity caused Marco’s perfectly sculpted body to contract even before the pain could be registered by his brain. Marco’s sharply defined muscles exploded with activity, sequencing like the lights of a broadway sign.

Marco gasped so desperately that he nearly swallowed his tongue. His screams chimed like music to Chicago’s ears.

Chicago’s twisted soul was delighted, “Oh yeah, don’t you like that, no? Oh, but you look so good with that big cock of yours flopping all around like that. Yeah, you look real good, you fine black buck.”

Marco would have been offended if he had understood what was just said and if he hadn’t been in such distress.

And as Chicago plunged and twisted the dildo in and out of Marco, he adjusted the power up and down, playing the young bodybuilder like some sort of macabre trombone causing his screams to oscillated in tone and volume.

Meanwhile, under the table, Stephan had a perfect view of Chicago’s leather clad genitals. He thought one good punch to the nuts could take him down. As he cocked his arm back to make his strike, he reconsidered thinking the big brute of a man would only enjoy the pain and then he would be caught all over again. So he relaxed and waited for a better opportunity, an opportunity that didn’t jeopardize his one chance to escape and save Marco.

What Stephan couldn’t see was that Marco’s ordeal was taking on new dimensions as his body was starting to react to the electricity coursing through his groin.

His big black Italian cock had become bigger and harder faster than ever before much to the dismay of its owner. As he undulated in pain, Marco glanced down to see his cock rise up and sway with his thrashing hips. Marco didn’t want to admit that his body could respond to pain like this, but there it was, his huge cock had become bigger and harder than it had ever been before. Marco wondered just how perverse his true soul might be, that his body might actually be enjoying the pain. He tried so hard to deny it but failed as it did feel so very amazing to have his cock so hard. It can be difficult at times for a mere mortal to have the cock of a god and supply it with the blood it needs to rise to the occasion. Had the cruel bastard from Chicago unlocked Marco’s secret to great sex? Could this be something he was actually enjoying? Marco couldn’t deny it any longer, he was an extremophile, like those creatures that live and thrive in extreme conditions of high temperature and acidity. Marco’s id and ego were in conflict and his mind had become a battlefield of morality. He intellectually hated what was being forced upon his carefully sculpted body, and yet he did seem to be physically enjoying it.

The man from Chicago could see the burning dilemma befalling his victim and grabbed the toro by his main horn. Chicago started to stroke Marco’s harder than ever cock just to confuse him by throwing a bit of pleasure into the mix. Chicago reveled at the sensation of such a masterful cock brought to life in his hand.

Marco was shocked by the anti-pleasure of being molested by that brutal man. As much as he wanted to escape, Marco also wanted to climax. Not only to complete the perverse pleasure of it all, but also in the hope that his orgasm would satisfy his assailant and he would turn off the power coursing through his groin. But then every so often, their was a flash of a thought where Marco didn’t want it too end. And then he would shake that thought out of his head to fight off that perverse pleasures, pleasures he didn’t want to admit and then submit to. But that battle was coming to an end as Marco could feel a colossal purge of his semen erupting from his balls and gushing through his body. His mind became possessed with the singular thought of achieving this heretofore unimagined magnitude of an orgasm.

Marco screamed out, “Fanculo!”

As a geyser of sperm shot out of his rock-hard cock, Marco looked away both out of shame and to keep his own cum from landing in his eyes. Boy, that could sting. As Marco arched his back, the metallic dildo up his ass made contact with the steel table causing a firework of sparks to explode between his thunderous thighs that rippled with flexing muscles.

Marco lost is breath and nearly choked on his tongue as his body was washed down with his seed. Under the table, Stephan could see Marco’s toes curl and grabbed onto his ankle to let him know he was still there. As Marco continued to gush volumes of his seed, pearlescent droplets found their way through the precisely milled holes of the table and down onto Stephan’s cheek. Since Stephan was use to taking a load in the face, he knew immediately what it was and tried to get a better look through the holes in the table. Partially out of concern for his new friend, but equally out of erotic curiosity. Even in the throws of such drama, Stephan couldn’t help but indulge the instincts of the male beast that dwelled within him. And as Stephan placed an eye right up against one of the holes, he got sight of Marco’s manhandled manhood becoming awash with the froth of his agitated baby-batter.

As Marco’s eruption subsided, the man from Chicago turned off the power to the dildo up the young man’s ass. Marco collapsed and turned into a shuddering mass of muscles and wept as he realized he had a new and perverse standard for gratification.

Chicago licked Marco’s seed from his fingers, “Em, you are delicious.”

While Marco didn’t understand the words, he understood the yummy nosies Chicago was making and refused to make eye contact with him out of disgust and shame.

Chicago caressed Marco’s face with his soiled fingers as, “You did real good, boy. You did not disappoint me at all. There, there, I’ll let you catch your breath before we do this again. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to take a dump. Torturing always forces it out of me.”

Stephan thought what a classless fuck he was. As soon as Chicago walked out of the room, Stephan sprung out from under the table and immediately started setting Marco free.

Stephan urgently whispered, “Okay sweetheart, let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Marco panted out a prayer, “Dio, dammi la forza di resistere a questa tentazione.”

After Stephan removed the last of the bindings, he helped Marco to his feet. Barely able to stand, Marco leaned heavily on Stephan. Marco was still in a daze and glanced into Stephan’s eyes while they both braced themselves against the table. And the glance became a lingering gaze as Marco instantly fell in love with his liberator.

Stephan felt it too and so desperately wanted to embrace Marco right then and there, almost as much as he wanted to escape. Their bodies turned and aligned together, their cocks were pressed upwards between each other’s torsos and intertwine like a couple of majestic trees that grew too close together. Their yearning lips drew closer as their breathing synchronized. Their oxygen depleted respiration of their panting lungs filled the space between them making them become a bit lightheaded. And just as their lips were about to touch, Stephan got a nudge from his guardian angle to get back to the business of escaping. Stephan halted the pending kiss, a kiss that would have rivaled any kiss in history and leaned away from this moment of poorly timed passion and stopped Marco’s wanted advance by placing a finger on his full and luscious lips.

Marco was befuddled by Stephan putting the kiss on pause. He knew they both wanted it to happen. Stephan pantomimed to Marco that they should really try to make a run for it now before it was to late. Marco who was still breathless with passion and overwhelmed by the most intense orgasm he ever had, took a deep breath to come to his senses and halfheartedly nodded in agreement. But then like a rabid dog, Marco snapped and lunged into Stephan. And like an overstressed support structure, Stephan collapsed under the weight of Marco. Their lips collided and their tongues melded in a heated exchange of saliva. Fingernails were digging into each others backs. If they had embraced any harder those two men would have become one. Marco really wanted to fuck that cute and hunky white boy and Stephan would have let him. But then Stephan received a huge slap across the back of the head when he was shoved up against the door cracking and almost breaking the glass panel. Stephan put all his energy into slowly pushing away from Marco. Marco was still lost in the moment and was kissing air, his neck craning as far as it could to keep them join together. But when Marco realized Stephan had pushed him away, he too came to his senses. And as Stephan continued to push away, they both enjoyed the sensation of their two cocks sliding apart. Even though Stephan would have been erect for Marco, he was still very much under the influence of the erectile medication and almost ejected a load of his milk as his cock parted from Marco’s. The two men just stared at one another and without a word made a promise that they would resume this later.

Stephan cracked the door open enough to see down the hall, and great, there was no one in sight. He opened the door wide and took Marco by the hand and both had to weave their way around the doorframe so their massively hard cocks wouldn’t hit the rotting pieces of wood that loosely framed the opening. They ran fast and hard causing their cocks to flop and slap about their tight bodies. In just a few seconds they’re at the exit door and slapped their hands together on the spring loaded handlebar. As soon as the door was an inch open, a high pitched alarm pierced their ears.