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Andrei’s Punishment
by Matty
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Part 2: Mr Owens' Turn
Chuck Owens, or Mr. Owens, had been working for the University as a maintenance man for a number of years. He specifically worked around the students’ center, which he took great pleasure in, because that way, he could enjoy watching the young muscular students working in the gym, through the viewing rooms.
He never stepped foot in the gym while people were using it, as a number of years ago, someone filed a complaint against Mr. Owens. It was a young male student on the school’s track team, who made the claim that he had caught Mr. Owens staring at him while working out on more than one occasion. That the older man made him very uncomfortable when the student saw the man’s hand grope his crotch suggestively, and wink at the student.
From that point onward, he would only go into the viewing rooms to indulge himself while watching the young males working on their muscles. However, this became less and less frequent over the last few years, as his cock began to slowly lose its adequacy. For the last year or so, he believed he was on the cusp of impotence. That was, until he took note of the young muscle-boy who frequented the gym.
Originally, Mr. Owens didn’t even think anyone knew about the viewing rooms, until he noticed a couple of young male students occupying one room on a number of occasions. It seemed that their main reason for these viewings was because of a young Russian muscle-boy named Andrei. He was an exceptionally handsome boy, but what captured their (and Mr. Owens’) attention, was his unbelievable torso. Those nearly-out-of-proportion pecs, so round and thick with muscle, his chest hung heavy over the ridges of his stomach. Mr. Owens became enamored with this big titted muscle-boy, because when watching this boy grin as he flexed his pecs in the mirror, Mr. Owens got hard, VERY hard. He hadn’t been so hard in a long time.
Like the boys in the viewing room, he shared the disappointment of never seeing Andrei’s large chest bare, always protected by a stretched shirt. At night before bed, the old man would fantasize about what Andrei’s chest was like with no shirt. With his cock hard, Mr. Owens imagined what it would be like to have the pleasure of squeezing those big tits of his, or fucking that big tight muscle ass.
However, since he had yet to even see the muscle-boy without a shirt on, he didn’t think any of these fantasies would ever become a reality. That is, until 2 minutes ago, when he thought he saw the muscle-boy on the side of the road. It was the morning after winter break had begun, and Mr. Owens was driving back to the cabin he lived in a little off campus. Slowing down the car, he saw that yes, it was in fact Andrei, the muscle boy he’d been fantasizing about for so long. As he stepped into the car, he looked at the young stud, his plump lips forming a grateful smile, his cheeks rosy from the cold, and his hands were bound behind him. His large chest somehow looked even bigger than Mr. Owens remembered. He was wearing a compression tank top that only was zipped halfway up his chest, causing a vast and deep valley of cleavage between the over-sized pecs. He looked incredibly sexy. Looking at his new passenger, Mr. Owens felt his cock perk up.
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"Please let me free sir." Andrei asked the man, turning for a second to show his hands behind his back. The driver continued to grin at the muscle-boy. "What's the fucking hurry my boy?" he said, and moved a wrinkled finger up to play with the dangling zipper that hung off the young bound muscle-stud's chest, staring at the inviting cleavage. "My wildest fantasy has come true!" The old man said quietly.
At that same moment, Andrei began to panic once again. Who was this man, and what was it he meant when he said: "wildest fantasy"?
“Please stop sir, I need your help!” Andrei asked, looking at the old man pleadingly. Finally, the man’s fingers slowly let go of the dangling zipper, and instead he began to slowly move the back of his hand across the stretched tank top, his eyes never leaving the muscle-boy’s cleavage. Andrei moaned as the hand pushed against his swollen heavy muscle tits. “Bet the guy who tied you up had a lot of fun with these!” The hard tent forming in Andrei’s pants did not go unnoticed. As the old driver looked at it, he said, “Okay son, I think we can help each other out.” And with that, his hand finally moved back to the steering wheel.
Mr. Owens drove for a little while, heading to the cabin he occupied in the woods. He chose the longer, bumpier road on purpose, as it made his nervous passenger’s large muscle tits bounce around wildly. Mr. Owens once again felt his cock harden, watching the uncomfortable muscle-boy’s large pecs jiggle with every bump.
Finally, the car slowed and eventually stopped, and Andrei saw they were in front of a small wooden house, perhaps with only two rooms to it. "Get out of the car boy" The old man said harshly, as he opened the passenger door and pulled him out. Andrei once again felt the cold. "Pu… Please sir... you… you said you’d… let me go." He said, shivering from both the cold and nerves. “Be quiet!” The old man said, pushing Andrei through the door of the house. Despite his frame and immense strength, Andrei was actually quite fearful of this frail elderly man. Perhaps it was the fact that he was still tied and unable to fight, or maybe it was because of what he had gone through over the last 24 hours.
Once inside, the bound muscle hunk was led through what appeared to be a small den and kitchen, and then pushed into another room. The old man flipped a switch, and Andrei saw that it was a large bedroom. It was furnished with one desk, one armoire, and a queen-sized bed. Despite only one ceiling light and a window with the shades down, the room was well lit, due to the walls and ceiling being covered by large mirrors, similar to the gym at the students center. Andrei gasped for a moment when he thought he saw multiple people in the room, only to realize a second later they were just his reflections. It was the first time he saw his reflection, since entering the gym before he was taken.
“Sir please, you… you said you would let me go.” The old man looked at the bound muscle boy. “No… I said we could help each other out. But first…” The old man’s harsh face slowly began to form a smile as he looked at his handsome captive’s cleavage. “I want some answers.” Andrei began to sweat; he wasn’t sure what the man meant by answers.
Just then, the elderly captor grabbed one of the muscle-boy's man-tits through his shirt. The uncomfortable swelling in his pecs caused Andrei to wince at this intrusion. “I want some answers about these, boy.” Andrei cringed at this comment; he was hoping his chest wouldn’t be given any more attention than it has in the last day.
“I’ve seen you in that gym every night, working these babies, making them so big…” Andrei’s throat tightened. Had this man been stalking him? How could he have missed him? “Always protected by a shirt like this one, flexing this huge chest in the mirrors… Half the time, I actually thought you were intentionally teasing me, just based on that grin of yours.” Andrei quickly tried to deny this. “No… no sir, I wasn’t trying to… that’s not the reason I did that.” The elderly man just stared at his captive. “Then why did you do it?” Andrei once again hung his head in shame. “Be… because they turn me on sir. My… my pectorals turn me on.” He could feel his face flush as he said this. He truly believed his body was a work of art, and it was the first time he had ever admitted it out loud. The elderly man smiled at him. “Hmmm… I would imagine so, but that doesn’t answer this question though. Why do you always hide them in these tight shirts? I mean… for fucks sake son, don’t you realize the frustration you’ve been causing from never taking them off?” Andrei only kept his head down. He did know, but he only truly learned the extent of it in the last 24 hours. After what his other captors told him, and how they made him pay for it. Andrei shuddered just thinking about it. “It’s… it’s my nipples…” he said quietly. The old man raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” He said. Andrei slowly lifted his head. “My nipples, their… their size embarrasses me. Well, that and also how sensitive they are.”
Upon hearing this, Mr. Owens smiled. “I think I’ll be the judge of that.” He said, and began to raise his pale wrinkly hand to the zipper of the compression top. Andrei flinched and moved back, slightly alarmed, but Mr. Owens just pulled him back to his original place. Before Andrei could even think of a way to protest, the old man began to pull the zipper down. He grinned eagerly when the zipper began to move on its own, just like before. A few moments later, the shirt popped open, and Andrei’s large protruding pecs spilled out in all their glory in front of the old man’s hungry eyes. Andrei could feel his heart pounding as the old man stared at them, looking entranced, while Andrei just stood there, wishing to disappear.
He should’ve been used to this by now, considering last night, when he was stripped in front of at least four or five men. However this seemed somehow worse. Last night he was blindfolded, and even before that, he wasn’t able to see who his captors were. But now, he was in a very bright room, and he could perfectly see the old man in front of him, who was ogling his naked chest. Somehow, being alone with this elderly stranger was the most exposed Andrei had ever felt.
The man put his hands on Andrei’s arms, and turned him towards a mirror behind them. It was the first time Andrei had seen his naked chest since being blindfolded last night, and he gasped at the sight of it. His pecs had ballooned immensely. While his muscular development was still evident in his chest, the weight of muscle in them, along with the unusual swelling, had given them a bit of a more round frame, causing them to sag just above his ribcage. The suction cups that were placed on them last night, had caused his nipples to become a shade darker, and slightly purple. The wide areolas were stretched larger than he thought were possible, making his plump nipples even more eye-catching than he thought they were before. His pecs no longer truly looked like muscle pecs, instead they looked more, like muscle breasts.
Andrei tried not to look at them, and instead he looked at himself. He tried hard to look stoic, like he would at bodybuilding competitions. Trying to show that he was unfazed by this perverted old man’s grin and lustful looking eyes. However he knew he was failing, just by looking at his face, as his cheeks burned a deep red, from the humiliation and shame.
Andrei saw the old man rest his head on his muscular shoulder. He began shaking his head while staring at Andrei’s physique in the mirror. The bound muscle boy shuddered as the man began to whisper into his ear. “How could you be so selfish… keeping these babies all to yourself. Covering them up all the time. Don’t you know how much frustration you’ve caused by not showing them off?” The words made Andrei's stomach flip. “Well you’re not keeping them to yourself anymore.” The man said with a growl. And with that, he walked over to the desk by the window, and opened a drawer. Andrei panicked when the man returned, as he saw he was holding a hunting knife in his hand. He shut his eyes in fear, but felt the knife slowly cut away his tank from the top of his shoulders. When Andrei opened his eyes again, he saw that his tank top was on the floor, and he once again felt the old man’s head on his now bare shoulder. Andrei tried hard not to look at the elderly man’s grinning face in the mirror, and instead focused on looking down.
However, his mind stopped short, when he saw the old man slowly lift his pale wrinkly hand, bringing it closer to his swollen chest. The hand started off touching his stomach muscles. At the moment of contact, Andrei’s throat tightened. The hand felt cold, and was slightly shaking as it felt Andrei’s abs, and fat covered stomach muscles. Soon, Andrei felt the hand moving closer and closer, until the old man was about to reach his target. “So full….” He whispered lustfully into Andrei’s ear, then put both of his hands on the swollen muscle breasts. Andrei cringed, feeling his face flush when the elderly man’s cold wrinkly hands made contact with his massive pecs.
Mr. Owens on the other hand, was in heaven. It was like all his Christmases and birthdays had come at once. He had been imagining this moment for so long, and now, as he sunk his hands into the pillowy smooth flesh, he couldn’t believe he finally had his hands on the muscle-boy’s amazing tits. He knew he was probably exaggerating, but at this moment, he actually believed that in all his 78 years of living, these pecs had to be the best thing he had ever touched in his whole life.
The old man started off just cupping them at first, curling his hands around the base of the huge melons as if to feel their weight. But then, Andrei felt the fingers move, and his captor’s wrinkly calloused hands began to look a little like claws, gripping his pecs a little harder, and started squeezing them. Andrei squeezed his eyes shut and moaned, his tits were so swollen, that just touching them alone was both arousing as it was uncomfortable. It only got worse as the groping continued for a number of minutes. Then, Andrei felt the man bring his thumb to a swollen nipple, making his heart pound even more. His thumb somehow felt colder than the rest of his hand, and Andrei could feel goosebumps begin to form out of nowhere on his skin. They’re not like Toby’s, Andrei thought as the man’s hands continued to move around his ample bosom. Despite the fact that Toby was one of his captors, who had taken part in molesting and humiliating him the previous night, despite the fact that he didn’t even know what Toby actually looked like, he wished that it was Toby touching him so intrusively, instead of this lecherous old man.
“Ahhh… I see you’re enjoying this.” Mr. Owens whispered in his captive’s ear, Andrei looked in the mirror and saw that there was a hard tent growing in his shorts. How? He thought. How could this perverted elderly man molesting him, be turning him on? “Why don’t I get you more comfortable?” The man whispered, and with the hunting knife, he made a little cut on the back of Andrei’s waistband, and then proceeded to rip the shorts from the muscular body. With the poser gone, his thick cock sprang out once the shorts were completely off his body. Andrei tried maneuvering himself in a way to try and hide how hard he was getting. He completely froze however, when he felt a cold hand from behind him, pinch one of his bare ass cheeks really hard. His heart started pounding like crazy. While he was trying to cover his cock, he forgot that his large ass was now completely exposed to this perverted elderly stranger.
Mr. Owens was grinning from ear to ear. Once he threw the ripped up shorts off to the side by the doorframe, he looked back at Andrei’s backside, and was completely mesmerized. “Oh my goodness, your ass is incredible.” He whispered. It was absolute perfection, his smooth butt cheeks were like to large globes, so full, round and plump. In fact, Andrei’s bubble ass was so massive, that Mr. Owens thought it might be a bit of a challenge when the time came to make his way into that deeply hidden tight hole. Andrei’s fat cheeks might limit the depth of penetration. But he will worry about that when the time comes. For now, he would take things slow, and began unbuttoning his shirt.
Andrei’s eyes widened as he saw the old man taking his own clothes off. He couldn’t help but stare at the man’s pale chest, he had little-to-no chest hair, and his skin was wrinkled and sagging, with a few age spots in one or two places. His nipples were long and pointed, but they did not seem to be erect. It was so unappealing, that the whole sight had caused Andrei’s cock to loosen a little.
He then noticed his captor pull his pants down. His veiny cock looked to be about six or seven inches, over what had to be one of the largest sets of balls Andrei had ever seen. His stomach flipped nervously. “Just getting a little tight in there” The old man said with a wink. The action caused Andrei to shudder.
Andrei was pulled from his thoughts when he felt the man rest his cock in between his large ass cheeks. The grinning old man once again rested his head on his muscular shoulder. His smile began to loosen however, when he looked into the mirror and saw that Andrei’s cock had gone flaccid. Slightly disappointed, his eyes began to wander back to the large sweaty melons hanging off the boy’s chest. Just then, a light bulb went off in his head. Smiling once again, he leaned into the muscle-boy’s ear and quietly said one word. “Flex.” Andrei was slightly taken aback. “Wha… what did you say sir?”
“Flex your pecs, kid” The old man replied, remembering what Andrei told him earlier. Andrei’s face flushed as he realized the same thought. Of how he would get turned on when he flexed his tits in the gym. With no other options, Andrei let out a sigh, and did as he was told.
But for some reason though, he couldn’t. Biting his plump lips, he tried to just flex his left pectoral, but he was struggling. The old man chuckled into Andrei’s ear. “What’s the matter boy, are your tits too heavy?” he said tauntingly, but it appeared as though this might actually be the case.
The worry Andrei was feeling was made clear on his face. What was happening to his pecs? In addition to the fact that they continued to be swelling, it was now a struggle to simply flex them. Each time he tried to flex one pectoral, he felt a pressure within them that seemed to grow. He didn’t know how to relieve the pressure, and it continued to uncomfortably weigh down his pecs. After one last try, he gave up. “Here, let me give you a hand.” The old man said, turning Andrei to face him.
Andrei’s eyes landed on the naked man’s wrinkled face. The man’s eyes lit up when they landed on the massive swollen tits in front of him. Andrei gasped as he once again felt the cold calloused hands fully cupping the muscle-stud's pillowy pecs. His pecs were extremely sensitive now, and just touching them stimulated the pressure within them to grow. However he also noticed that the intrusion had caused his cock to begin to once again swell.
With his hands on the Russian muscle-boy’s breasts, Mr. Owen appraised their weight by lifting and jiggling them. He did this for a few minutes, both of his hands were dwarfed by the sheer size of the muscle tits. At one point, he lightly gave them a squeeze, and he saw Andrei’s face contort at this. Even under this torment, Andrei was still so incredibly handsome.
Andrei had shut his eyes and threw his head back during the squeeze. As he opened his eyes again, he saw the old man grinning at him. He knew the look all too well, for it was the same lust filled grin that Andrei himself had on his face, every time he flexed his tits in the mirror at the gym.
After a few minutes, he saw the man lean in. He wasn’t completely sure what was happening, until he felt the old man’s lips lock with his. Andrei was surprised by the kiss, but knew it wouldn’t be good for him to resist.
Mr. Owens couldn’t believe he was actually kissing the incredible muscle stud, much less that his hands were squeezing and groping at the stud’s monstrous pectorals. Andrei probably didn’t know it, but he was an amazing kisser. When Mr. Owens felt the boy’s beautiful lips start responding with enthusiasm, his cock began to straighten up. It just seemed like these pouty lips were custom-made for kissing. Mr. Owens imagined that the boy’s plump lips would feel truly incredible on his cock, but thought better of it. For the first time in years, it seemed as though he was getting a full-blown erection, and he wasn’t about to waste it by blowing his load too early. He wanted to take his sweet time with the muscle-stud.
Andrei still had his eyes closed as he felt the old man break the kiss. He continued to feel his cock harden while the uncomfortable pressure in his pecs grew. Andrei moaned aloud as his swollen nipples got pinched in between the sporadic squeezes. As the old man continued to pull on the engorged nipples, he reveled in the lustful moans coming from the muscle-boy.
The moans grew louder and more urgent with each passing moment. The pressure in Andrei’s tits were becoming too much, and it seemed as though they were about to burst through his massive pecs at any moment. Finally, the pressure stopped growing, and instead, with his eyes still closed, Andrei all of a sudden felt a very small bit of relief. He let out a sigh as a small smile began to form on his lips. Then all of a sudden, he heard the old man quietly say: “What the hell?” Andrei opened his eyes to see the old man’s astonished face. Following their gaze, Andrei looked down and gasped. White creamy droplets began to form on his swollen pulsing nipples.
Mr. Owens couldn’t believe it, as he was tightening his hands around the beautiful swollen muscle tits, he noticed them begin to squirt liquid. Letting go of the tit, he looked down at his hand with the liquid that had seeped into his fingers. Lifting it to his tongue, he was taken aback by its sweetness. The taste had caused his cock to perk up more. He grinned as he turned his head back to the sweaty muscle tits that were slowly dripping milk. “Holy shit son…” he said with a chuckle. “I knew these were some fucking sexy tits, but I didn’t know they were udders too!”
‘No… Please God No!’ Andrei thought, his heart racing in panic. This could not be happening to him. His body had been deemed as the epitome of masculinity and male perfection. His pectorals were his pride and joy, one of the main factors in most of his bodybuilding awards. Now, looking down at his lactating pecs, he willed himself not to cry, as he felt his pride shatter.
When he looked up and saw the old man staring at his leaking chest, all it did was add to the shame he was feeling. Then all of a sudden, the old man pushed Andrei toward the bed in the middle of the room. Sitting him down on the side of the bed, the old man once again, put his hands around one of the swollen tits, and squeezed. Andrei gasped aloud as milk squirted from his large pulsing nipple.
“My god, what a beautiful sight…” The old man lustfully whispered as he stared at the wide areolas slowly dripping their precious juices. “I see now why you might be embarrassed by your nipples, son.” Mr. Owens chuckled. “But I have to tell you, your big teats are truly magnificent. They're everything I could have possibly imagined that was hidden in those tight compression shirts. But the biggest surprise is without a doubt, these enormous nipples, so wide and full." He said, lifting his gaze to see Andrei's face hanging in shame. "They are the perfect teats to cap off such big breasts, and the tastiest ones I've ever seen."
Hearing this, Andrei's eyes widened with dread as he lifted his head to meet the gaze of the elderly man, grinning back at him lasciviously. The handsome captive’s heart pounded as he saw the perverted man lower his head, closer to the dripping nipple. “Sir please don’t…” Andrei begged as he watched the man slowly latch his waiting lips parasitically onto the lactating nipple. The muscle-stud gasped and shuddered as he felt the crinkly lips begin to suckle. The flow of milk began to strengthen, and was greedily sucked down by the lecherous old man.
Andrei could actually feel it too; he could feel the milk being released from his plump teat. He moaned as every drop of his sweet milk flowed from his nipple into the gullet of the elderly man’s mouth. He tried to turn away from the sight of the wrinkled face nursing on his smooth pecs, but it seemed he couldn’t escape it. Every direction he turned his head, he had a new angle of the elderly pervert suckling at his tits in the mirrors, and as he looked, he noticed (or felt) something. To his complete horror, Andrei realized that his cock was completely hard.
Ahhhh…” Andrei hissed as the elderly man's lips momentarily sucked his tender nipple a little harder. “Stop it, please!" The handsome hunk tried to beg in between moans. Mr. Owens momentarily removed his lips from the swollen areola and lifted his head. "I don't think you really want that." He chuckled with a wicked grin, looking down at the hard cock the muscle-boy was sporting. Andrei followed his gaze momentarily, only to gasp as the pervert lightly pinched the tender nipple he was just sucking on.
"It seems to me that you really like breastfeeding this old man." Mr. Owens chuckled. Andrei's cheeks burned furiously at the comment, it was the most humiliating words ever said to him. However he couldn't deny their truth, feeling the surge in his cock as the elderly pervert returned to the nipple he'd previously been feeding on.
Andrei honestly didn’t know what was most degrading and shameful. The fact that his once proud and masculine pecs were lactating, the fact that they were being nursed on by this frail old man, or that he was actually enjoying it.
After a few minutes, while still sore, he felt the pressure begin to completely subside in his right pectoral thanks to the stranger’s breastfeeding. Mr. Owens also realized that the milk flow in Andrei’s right tit was slowing down. Removing his mouth, he looked and saw that milk from the left nipple was still oozing out and flowing down Andrei's mountainous left pec. “These babies are full,” he said with a chuckle. Wrapping his lips around the pulsing leaking nipple, Mr. Owens began to suck. At times, the old man would sink his teeth into Andrei's pore teat. He felt the muscle-boy shudder slightly each time, all while still moaning. The milk was so sweet, compared to the salty taste of the sweaty plump nipple. This, combined with the muscle-studs moans of lust, had Mr. Owens completely hard from the experience. After a number of minutes, he noticed the milk flow slowing down. However something else that happened too, was that he felt his completely erect cock begin to dribble pre-cum. It had been so long since that had happened. He knew it was time to make his way to Andrei’s hole.
Giving Andrei’s swollen nipples one last pinch to distract him, he then proceeded to push the stud onto the bed, landing on his back. Andrei, still high off the lust that had finally subsided in his chest, was slightly taken aback, but didn’t have time to question it, when he felt a wet tongue in-between his large ass cheeks. Holding his legs still, the old man seemed to be going to town on the hidden hole. Every nerve in Andrei’s muscular body seemed to twitch and snap as the puckering hole was worked on. Mr. Owens pulled Andrei’s legs out a little more; making sure his fat ass cheeks didn’t get in the way. As his tongue slipped in a little, he felt the muscle-boy’s body contort into overdrive. Eyes closed, Andrei was sweating, panting, and cursing under his breath in his native Russian tongue.
After a few minutes, Andrei (caught up in the lust) neglected to realize the man’s tongue was no longer on his hypersensitive hole. He was brought back to reality though, when he felt something hard pressed against his hole. Andrei’s eyes shot open, and saw his tree trunk thighs in the air, and his legs hanging on the old man’s shoulders. “Wha… What are you doing?” he said very quickly, not even trying to hide the nervousness in his voice. The elderly man looked at the stud, almost pleadingly. “You’re so fucking amazing, I haven’t been this hard in so long, at my age… I don’t know if I will ever be again. I just… I have to have you.” As he spoke, Andrei felt the hard blunt cockhead pressing against his asshole, and caught on very quickly.
“WAIT… No! You can’t do that!” Andrei said loudly. The muscle-stud tried to pull away, suddenly fearful, realizing what the elderly man expected to happen. Andrei had been through enough shame to last him a lifetime, he refused to take anymore! He even tried to once again break the bonds behind his back, but it was useless. Mr. Owens held the massive legs tightly, his cock moving in slowly on Andrei’s slippery hole. Looking at the stud’s attempts to escape, Mr. Owens simply shook his head, as if he were apologetic. “You've got me too hot son, teasing me with that big bubble ass of yours. It’s too late to back out, I've got to fuck you.”
The pressure increased on Andrei’s tight hole, painfully stretching wider and wider. “NO… STOP!!!” he yelled. The stud clenched his hole, trying to resist the intrusion, but the pressure persisted and soon his hold gave way, and the man’s cock popped straight in. The champion muscle-boy screamed in agony as his ass was impaled.
Mr. Owens held his cock in position, marveling at the muscular body’s reaction to him. He couldn’t believe it was finally happening, he was finally fulfilling all the fantasies he’d been dreaming about for so long. This young muscle-boy brought back his libido, made him feel young again; and now that he was finally inside the muscle-stud, he felt the most virile he had in many years.
After indulging in his moment of victory, he began to move his cock out, causing yells from Andrei. As the muscle-stud felt the cock pushing in again, he wriggled and tried to pull away, but his massive legs were held down as the man entered him further. Andrei continued to scream, as the man’s thrusts became faster and faster. As he continued to plough the ass, the old man began to breathe rather heavily.
At this moment, Andrei suddenly remembered something, when he was thirteen, and first began training his body, whenever he was in pain or a weight seemed too heavy, his trainer once told the young Andrei to focus on one thing in your surroundings, and it can distract you from what is troubling you.
At this moment, Andrei tried focusing on the old man’s breathing, which was loud and not consistent at all. After a number of minutes however, the breathing had changed. They had turned into moaning, and it was clearly moans of great pleasure and bliss. It took the muscle-stud a minute to realize the moans were not actually coming from the old man, they were coming from Andrei himself. At some point, his screams became shallower and shallower until they disappeared along with the agony he had felt, as the associated pain had slowly been replaced by this delicious sensation Andrei began to feel. As the man pushed in and out of him, the muscle-boy once again began to feel his cock start to swell.
While enjoying the new found pleasure he was feeling, at one point, Andrei felt the old man pull out of him. Still fueled with lust, Andrei barely noticed when the man lay down on the bed, and sat the muscle-boy onto his standing cock. The old man kept his arms on Andrei as he rode up and down.
Mr. Owens was completely hypnotized by the muscle-boy’s chest. His muscle breasts jiggled up and down with every thrust. Andrei looked down at the man fucking his hole, he was completely sweaty from his grinning face to his wrinkled, sagging chest. Andrei was still focusing on the man’s breaths, which were getting far more jagged and inconsistent, when the muscle-stud began to once again feel his pecs start to swell with the same uncomfortable pressure. Unlike before however, the pressure was growing at a far quicker pace.
“Oh fuck no… no… not again… please!” Andrei quietly begged. Mr. Owens looked up at the muscle-stud as he spoke; his gorgeous face awash with worry. Then, Mr. Owens looked back at Andrei’s jiggling breasts, and noticed they were swelling rapidly, and his nipples were pulsing.
He’s gonna milk again! He thought, his smile widening. He stopped his thrusting, and with one hand held onto the muscle-boy impaled on his cock. The other hand squeezed a swollen tit causing Andrei to gasp, while the man’s dry wrinkled lips latched onto the plump nipple. “Sir please don’t… it’s about to… it’s about to… Aaahhh!!!” Andrei screamed as his cock ejaculated at the same time as he felt his nipples explode with milk. His swollen pecs unleashed a monsoon of milk into the old man’s mouth. He could actually feel the man’s mouth fill with his milk, quickly swallowing the mouthful before it was once again overflowed.
Mr. Owens was too preoccupied with the large amounts of milk flowing into his mouth to even notice that Andrei’s cock had exploded onto his stomach. Eventually, Andrei felt the man’s lips let go of his cumming nipples, and he all of a sudden started panting, “Oh goodness!” He said with a very hoarse voice that frightened Andrei a little .
Andrei’s cheeks flushed when he realized what this meant, the elderly man was about to cum inside him. The man pushed himself onto the muscle-boy, holding him while his own body started convulsing, and unleashed a torrent of cum inside the muscle-boy. Mr. Owens couldn’t remember the last time he ejaculated, but it must have been too long, because he continued to cum inside Andrei for 2 whole minutes.
When he was finally leaking the last of his cum, he pulled Andrei down onto the bed with him. The muscle-boy landed on his back. Looking up, Andrei saw the old man grinning down at him. It was the same grin that made Andrei so uncomfortable in the SUV earlier. Coming in close, he then locked his dry rough lips to Andrei’ s own soft plump lips. Andrei shuddered when he realized that the man still had the milk on his tongue, and he was tasting his own milk. The old man swayed slightly, but Andrei’s body followed, as it clung to the old man’s chest due to the sweat and milk. Finally, the man stopped kissing Andrei, and began to close his eyes, his breathing seemed to go back to normal , and Andrei realized the man was falling asleep. But before he was completely unconscious, he whispered into Andrei’s ear. “I'm glad you enjoyed it baby.” The comment made Andrei cringe. His body was a mess, coated in sweat, cum, and milk, which has dried into a sort of glue, trapping him onto the vile chest of the elderly stranger .
Andrei looked at his reflection on the ceiling, and saw tears forming in his eyes. Two nights ago, he was Andrei, the champion bodybuilder. His body had been deemed as the epitome of masculinity and male perfection, especially his pecs. His solid pectorals held muscle and strength that was enviable. They could have crushed the old man lying on top of them. Now, despite their obvious muscular development, his pecs had ballooned and swelled to pillowy softness. And to his complete shame, they were now lactating like a woman’s breasts. When he first saw the milk dripping from his nipples, he felt as though his manly pride had completely shattered. It was proof that he no longer possessed pecs, now he possessed tits.
It was the absolute worst humiliation that Andrei had ever endured. It was the worst kind of humiliation a man could endure, for Andrei’s strong sense of masculinity could not accept himself lactating if he was to be considered a real man. Real men didn’t have tits. Real men didn’t lactate. Real men didn’t let perverted old men fuck them. Feeling the man’s cum slowly spilling between his bubble ass cheeks, he is once again consumed with shame. He had never felt so emasculated until what had just been done to his body. And the worst part about it, what made him so ashamed of himself, was that he enjoyed every single minute of it.