This beautiful day, Matthew was taught a very valuable lesson: that despite being raised as a Christian, the paradise was never meant for him. He was destined to be used at the hottest orgies in hell, where demonic cum flooded every possible hole and musky scent of men's sweat was filling brain with submissive fuzziness.
Master Goldman was on top of him, pounding his tight asshole. His warm, naked body was crushing his own. Matthew couldn't stop watching his massive pecs with a bit of dark hair on them, glistening with sweat, rubbing against his small chest. He was so much bigger than him, so much stronger. His thrusts were tearing him apart. Their bodies generated so much heat, he had sweat dripping from everywhere.
"Please, sir... may I hold your back?" Matthew asked shyly, stuck in awkward position, spreading legs as far as possible for the bull conquering him, yet respectfully keeping his hands away.
"Grab your daddy. Worship me," he gasped.
Even though usually Matthew would be turned off by the word "daddy", when nice cock was stretching his most vulnerable hole, hitting the most defenseless place, he suddenly became much more open-minded. He surrounded master Goldman with arms and squeezed him, feeling in with his entire body how powerful the man fucking him was.
Oscar came just seconds ago, leaving David on the floor panting, sweating, with huge, gasping hole dripping with cum. The stinky shoe was lying next to his blushing face. Jock seemed broken and shamefully satisfied. Something in his expression clearly hinted that this was exactly what he needed from a long time: tension release.
Suddenly, master Goldman started moaning into Matthew's ear. Boy felt his ecstasy in slower but much stronger thrusts. He wished he could feel better the sticky, warm seed that was flooding his insides in slow, repetitive loads now. Goldman gasped in exhaustion, pulled himself out and stood up, in his manly glory. His cock had white spots of semen on it, was almost purple, swollen and full of veins. Matt smiled, knowing that this monster just violated his asshole.
"Shit. Why does it always have to happen when we're recording?" Master Goldman asked, breathless. "Can't we act professional for once?"
"It was very professional. We've tested the product," Oscar answered with slight smile. "But we're not done yet. Now we have to record me fucking your sex doll over there. But we've got two problems. Firstly, I won't stick my dick in, knowing it's filled with your cum. Secondly, I came and I'm not hard anymore."
"Yeah, buddy, it's not really difficult to miss that the monster between your legs is not scaring people anymore," Goldman responded. Matthew gazed at Oscar's crotch, curious about how his cock looked when soft. Not much changed, it was still a huge piece of meat hidden under foreskin. Only now, the boy noticed an appreciated his balls, a great pair of hairy low-hangers. His sack had a very interesting tan, darker than the rest of his skin. "I think I can solve both of your problems with one stone, as they say... Yo, babe!" Goldman called David, who was still lying on the floor, coming back to his senses after this merciless fucking. "Stop sleeping, princess. It's time for you to return a favor and clean your slave buddy's bum."
Matthew was hesitant, not that he had an option to refuse. He felt very dirty, not only sticky from cum but also sweat. The thought that he would be this intimate with someone, while being so disgusting, made him uncomfortable. But then David approached him on the knees, with this horny expression on his face, clearly ready to fill his mouth with whatever filth he could and Matt stopped worrying. After a moment he even reached and grabbed the back of David's head to pull his face even deeper into his ass crack.
"Better get used to these sensations, boys," master Goldman instructed them, while watching with his muscular arms crossed on his chest. "Doms in our club always compete at finding new ways to humiliate faggots both by torturing them physically and making them do disgusting things."
Turned out, Oscar was a healthy, young man, despite his mutated, Chernobyl cock, so he got hard just from watching David slurping on Matthew's asshole, with saliva dripping from his chin.
"Have you sucked all of my cum out already?" Goldman asked, making the jock pause.
"I think so, master," he responded. It was still strange to hear respect in his voice.
"How did it taste?"
