Honeymoon with scat sex

Barton had been treating the kid with contempt from the
moment they met. And no one knew how to show contempt
better than Barton. John Barton. The terror of Wall
Street. Thirty-eight years old, and officially worth
three billion dollars. Some people said it was more like
twenty times that, that he could buy and sell Bill Gates
and Warren Buffett with his spare change any time he
wanted to.

And he had made every penny of it himself, by out-
toughing the other tough sons of bitches on Wall Street.
Hundreds of mergers he had forced down their unwilling
throats. And he made them wallow in their defeats.
Hundreds of former top bananas had been forced to accept
Barton’s deals on Barton’s terms. And Barton’s terms
always included two things: enormous profits for John
Barton, and the loser kissed John Barton’s ass.
Literally. And not just on the buns. The former CEO’s
on Barton’s payroll had two things in common. They had
tasted Barton’s shit-lined rectum. And they had begged
for the privilege. They had seen plenty of execs just
like themselves go down to ruin for displeasing Barton
in the slightest way.

Now John Barton was starting on his honeymoon. It was his
second marriage. He had dropped his first wife, Fran,
who had begun showing signs of middle age. Fran had hired
one of the best known divorce lawyers in the country.
Barton had toughed him out the same as he toughed out
every other son of a bitch who tried to cross him. Now
the lawyer was nursing his wounds, Fran was living on
$30,000 a year, and Barton was enjoying his billions.

He had married a babe. An incredibly beautiful Asian
girl named Kim. Just looking at her straight black hair,
her incredibly soft, smooth skin, her beautiful features,
her willowy body, drove him crazy. She was 22 years old,
sixteen years younger than him. And it wasn’t just that
she was a babe. She had brains. She had graduated first
in her class at a top university. She had been engaged
to an Asian American boy who graduated a year ahead of
her, the only boy friend she had ever had. Then she had
received an internship to work one summer in the
executive offices at Barton’s Wall Street headquarters.

After one look and a few conversations, Barton knew he
had to have this girl. He went ahead and got his divorce
from Fran, something he had already decided to do anyway.
He just blew away Kim’s fiance, dazzling her with what he
could buy for her, the places he could take her, the
people he could introduce her to. What impressed her
more than anything was the force of his character. She
could see his strength in his every movement. And she
saw that the most powerful people in the world cowered
before him. John Barton always got what he wanted, and
Kim loved him for that. The fiance was history, and John
Barton and Kim were man and wife.

There was just one fly in Barton’s ointment, one that he
could never completely put out of his mind, though almost
no one knew of it and no one knew how much it preyed on
him. Sexually, the great John Barton was a grade A wimp.
Maybe that was what drove him to out-compete everyone who
crossed him, to prove that he had more balls than
everyone else. Because in fact, he had less. Much less.

His tiny prick could hardly be seen in his pubic hair
when it was soft. When it was “hard,” it was barely
three inches long, was thinner than his index finger,
and, in truth, was not very hard at all. His balls were
tinier than marbles. He had trouble coming more than two
or three times in a week, and when he came, only a few
drops of thin, almost water-like cum was ejected.
Whether it was Fran or Kim or any of the other women who
were attracted by his money and his power, whenever he
fucked them they always had to ask if it was “in” and
whether he had cum.

Barton wanted an heir and Kim wanted a baby. But he had
tried to get Fran pregnant for years, with no success.
The best medical specialists in the world had been
consulted. There was nothing wrong with Fran. It was
just that Barton’s undersized testicles produced such
little sperm, the odds were against him. Following his
doctors’ advice, Barton had abstained from all sex for
over a month prior to this honeymoon. The wedding had
been timed so that Kim would be at the peak of her
fertility cycle. And she was taking fertility drugs.
The doctors told them that with these steps, Barton had
a reasonable chance of making Kim pregnant. But things
weren’t fated to turn out that way.

* * * *

So now he and Kim were on their honeymoon. The island
resort in the Caribbean she had selected was probably the
most exclusive and the most expensive in the world. They
had the most expensive villa–$40,000 a night it would
cost him. The resort consisted of the whole island.
Each villa was isolated. Theirs was more than two miles
from any other habitation. It was huge and breathtaking,
spectacularly furnished, and located on their own private
pearl of a beach. There was a whole staff of servants
and cooks assigned to their villa alone, but the layout
was cleverly designed so that only the Guest Services
Officer assigned to them would have any contact with
them. He would deal with the rest of the staff. They
would have complete privacy in unparalleled luxury.

The Guest Services Officer was a twenty-year-old named
Rod Powers. Rod was as perfect a specimen of the male of
the human species as Kim was of the female. Short blonde
hair; a face that had classic, masculine beauty; a broad,
strong chest that was muscular but not muscle-bound;
narrow hips; a perfectly trim ass; long, powerful legs–
he had the whole package People said he had movie star
looks, but no one could ever think of a movie star who
looked as good as he did. And he had an enormous bulge
at the crotch of his faded jeans. Barton noticed that
bulge immediately, and was stung with envy. But he
figured the kid must have some cloth stuffed in there.
He must have!

Rod greeted them at the airport. The men who could afford
to stay at this resort were the richest and most powerful
in the world, and they brought with them the most
stunningly beautiful and most pampered women in the
world. Rod had seen hundreds of them, but he had never
seen the equal of Kim. For her part, Kim didn’t miss any
aspect of Rod’s manly attraction. When he shook her
hand, she looked in his strong, clear eyes, caught a
whiff of his male scent, and became dizzy with a
sensation she had never felt before. But Kim had been
strictly brought up as a Catholic and adhered to a strong
moral code. The idea of being unfaithful to her husband
could never have entered her head. She could be
interested in a man as hunky as Rod, but she could not be
tempted.

But to Barton, any decent-looking man was a rival and a
stud like Rod was dangerous. Barton was painfully aware
that his beautiful trophy of a wife was much closer in
age to Rod–the “kid” was what Barton insisted on calling
him–than she was to himself. Barton’s reaction was
instinctive. Confronted with any kind of a rival, Barton
set out to humiliate him, to emasculate him. This kid
was going to be the only person he and Kim would see for
the next two weeks. Barton was going to show him who was
boss. He’d have Rod kissing the famous Barton ass early
and often–figuratively at least, and maybe even
literally. Kim wouldn’t be attracted to a kid, no matter
how much of a stud he looked, once she saw him kowtowing
to her all-powerful husband. Just the opposite. Once
she saw him subjugate this handsome kid, his own god-like
power would be more firmly established in her adoring
eyes, the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.

He looked into those eyes as they drove in the limousine
to the villa. God, he loved her. He actually thought he
might be able to fuck her twice today, something he had
never before accomplished.

* * * *

Rod was pissed. He’d dealt with assholes like this
before, guys who thought they could use their money to
put him down. But Rod always had his revenge. He loved
this job. The most beautiful women in the world came
here, and he fucked them at will.

He particularly loved honeymooners. There was nothing
like seducing a woman on her honeymoon. Rod had plucked
plenty of cherries, and there’s no doubt about it, he
thought, fucking a virgin is sweet. But that other
virginity–the wife who’s never given her cunt to a man
other than her husband since she’s been married–plucking
that cherry was an even greater thrill. And the cr’me de
la cr’me was getting them on their honeymoons.
Especially when they were as gorgeous and sophisticated
as the brides who came to this posh resort.

The job of “Guest Services Officer” at this resort was a
coveted one. While the guests were on the island, the
GSO arranged everything for them. He was the only human
contact the guests had with the resort while they were
here, unless they wanted specialized services such as a
tennis coach. The reputation of the resort–and its
ability to charge sky-high prices–depended on the
flawless service the Guest Services Officers could
provide. Their salaries started at $250,000 a year, and
they made at least that much in tips.

Rod Powers had only been on the staff two years, but he
was already the top-ranked assistant on the staff. He
was permanently assigned to the most expensive villa,
catering to the most extravagant guests. His salary was
$750,000. He made many times that much in tips. He was
invaluable to the management of the resort. Did they
know that his enormous popularity with the guests derived
from the special service he was able to provide between
the outspread legs of the wives? Probably. So what?
So long as the customers were happy..

Usually, it was no problem for Rod to seduce the brides
on honeymoon. His sexual power was too much for the
human female to resist. But sometimes, if he got annoyed
by their snooty attitudes, he raped them. He might
force them the first time, but they always begged for it
the second time. And the third. And the fourth. And so
on.

John Barton was getting Rod angry. Ordering him around
in an arrogant way, finding the most degrading things for
him to do. Three times before they had reached the
villa, Barton had found some task for Rod to do that
required him to kneel down on the ground. And then
Barton had always positioned himself so that Rod was
staring right into Barton’s ass, just inches away. And
there was always a suppressed smile on Kim’s face. It
was Barton’s ability to dominate others that made her
love him.

When Rod got mad, he got even. He was going to fuck
Barton’s trophy bride all right. And he wasn’t going to
seduce her. He was going to rape her. He’d do it right
in front of Barton’s eyes. He’d use the Asian babe to
humiliate Barton. Rod could see that Barton really did
love her. Good. Barton would get paid back for his
little stunts. With interest.

Rod wasn’t worried about getting into trouble with his
employers. Once he fucked Kim, she’d be so attached to
him that she wouldn’t let Barton harm him in any way.
And she could control Barton, that was obvious. The
bosses would never find out about what he did.

* * * *

When they got to the villa, there was plenty of luggage
for Rod to carry inside. Barton found as many tasks for
him to perform, as many things for him to move around, as
he could think of. Then he dismissed him:

“Look, kid, if you want a tip at the end of this gig,
stay out of our hair. You do what you’re told and you
show respect, you understand? You can start by calling
me sir, and thank us when either one of us gives you an
order.”

They were in the living room of the villa when Barton
said this, a room the size of a football field. But
Barton did not get the groveling response he expected.
Moving suddenly, Rod smashed his fist into Barton’s
stomach. Barton doubled over, gasping for breath.

“No, you arrogant son of a bitch, you’re going to do what
I say.”

Rod said these words with an icy determination that was
more impressive than anger would have been. Barton was
in greater pain than he had ever experienced, still
trying desperately to find his breath. Barton had done
some boxing, and he had done it as competitively as he
did everything else in life. He had been a semi-finalist
in the intercollegiate boxing tournament in his weight
range, and had competed against talented competitors who
could hit hard. But he had never experienced anything
remotely comparable to the blow he had just received.
Rod had moved as fast as a cheetah and with the power of
a jet engine.

“Let’s see if you understand, bozo,” Rod continued, after
several minutes, when Barton finally seemed to be able to
breathe. “Take off all your clothes.”

“You must be crazy,” Barton murmured through his rasping
gasps.

The second blow to the stomach was even harder than the
first. Barton was on the floor, doubled up in incredible
pain. His internal organs! Barton didn’t think he could
survive another blow like that. He was on the ground in
agony for ten minutes. Kim, cowering in a corner, was
terrified.

When Rod judged that Barton finally could move, he said,
“I’ll give you one more chance. Get up and get all your
clothes off.”

Slowly and in great pain, Barton got up. He unbuttoned
his shirt and removed it, then his undershirt. He
removed his shoes and socks, then his trousers. He was
left in a pair of jockey shorts. He paused, but Rod
gestured for him to go on. Barton blushed. He hated to
expose his undersized cock to another man, especially
this young stud. Plenty of men had seen Barton’s rosy
asshole, a lot closer up than they wanted to. No man
other than a doctor had seen his dick.

The jockey shorts went down, and Rod let out an explosion
of laughter.

“You call that a dick! Oh, man, I’ve seen women with
nipples bigger than that.”

Barton was burning with humiliation. That he should have
to suffer this, and with Kim watching!

“All right, Nipple-dick, carry that wooden chair into the
bedroom. Put it down facing the bed, nice and close.”

Whether because of the humiliation of being naked before
Kim and this stud, or because he could still feel the
injury Rod had inflicted with those two sledgehammer
blows from his fist, Barton had no thought of resisting.
He picked up the chair. The blow to his chin came
lightning fast. This time, Rod had pulled his punch, but
it was enough to make Barton see stars.

“You call me SIR when I give you an order, and thank me,”
he bellowed.

Humbly, softly, Barton replied: “Yes, sir! Thank you,
sir!”.

“That’s better. Now carry that chair over to the bed and
sit down.” Barton did as he was told. Rod signaled to
the petrified Kim to follow. She did, and Rod followed
her into the bedroom. Barton was seated, close to the
bed and facing it. The bed was enormous, more than half
again the size of a king-sized bed.

Earlier, when all the moving of luggage was going on, Rod
had brought into the bedroom unnoticed a bag of his own.
He now opened it and handed Kim some lengths of rope.

“Here lady, tie your limp dick of a husband to the chair.
Tie his ankles and his wrists.”

Kim was in tears. “No, please don’t make me,” she
whimpered.

He slapped her face. Hard enough to cause serious pain.

“Look, bitch,” said Rod, “if I have to hit you as hard as
the old fart, I’ll do it.”

Barton almost panicked. Rod would kill Kim if he hit her
nearly that hard. “Do as he says, darling,” he said
softly.

So Kim tied her new husband to the chair.

“Now, you get your clothes off and get on the bed,” Rod
said to her.

“NO,” screamed both Kim and Barton simultaneously, as
they suddenly saw where this was going.

Rod removed a knife from his belt and held it to Barton’s
neck. “Do you want me to cut your husband’s throat,” he
said.

Kim immediately began to undress. Her fingers were
shaking, but with difficulty she got her dress off. Then
her bra. Her breasts were a little bigger than average
for an Asian girl, and perfectly shaped. She saw there
was no chance of Rod’s relenting, so she went right to
her panties, pulling them down and stepping out of them.

God, she was magnificent! Both men felt it. Her skin
was so perfectly soft and smooth. Her body so firm and
perfectly shaped. Her waist was tiny, but her hips
curved out gracefully. Her cunt was covered with a
large, thick triangle of jet black fleece. Barton
couldn’t help himself. His dick was enlarging.

Rod was dazzled by Kim’s naked perfection, but he noticed
Barton’s loins stirring. Another bellow of laughter.

“That’s your hard-on? I’ve seen six year old boys with
more than that, Nipple-dick. Come here bitch!”

Fearfully, Kim went over to the chair. Rod gave her face
another hard slap.

“Thank me when I give you an order, bitch!”

“Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!”

“Hold that tiny thing and wiggle it around,” Rod told
her.

“Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!”

With her thumb and index finger, she held her husband’s
tiny hard-on, which was thinner than either of her
fingers holding it. She wiggled it around. There was
only a little stiffness.

Rod couldn’t contain his laughter. Finally, he said to
Kim, “Seriously, bitch, no matter how much money he’s
got, how could a babe like you marry this limp dick?”

Kim said nothing. She was burning with humiliation. For
herself and for her husband. Physical paragon or not,
she hated this young man as she had never hated anyone in
her life.

Rod shoved her to the bed, sitting her down on the edge,
facing him. He told her to open her knees wide, giving
him a clear view of her luscious cunt.

“Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!”

She obeyed. Barton gritted his teeth, helplessly, not
willing to object and risk another blow.

“Fortunately, for both of you, there’s a man here who can
consummate this marriage for you,” he said. He began
removing his shirt.

Kim was panicking with fear. “Please, please don’t do
this to me!” she pleaded.

Rod gave her another slap, harder than before. Kim was
burning with pain. She couldn’t take another blow like
that!

Rod had his shirt off. Kim was in a turmoil. She had
very conservative views of sex, and the idea of being
raped was absolutely horrible to her. She’d rather die.
But the pain in her jaw was making it hard for her to
think clearly. And her body was reacting to the sight of
Rod disrobing. That chest! His eyes! She had fallen in
love with Barton’s power. It seemed to her so manly.
But Rod was showing power–raw, physical power–that put
Barton to shame. He was manliness in the flesh. She had
never been so affected. He was close to her, and with
every breath, unknowingly, she was inhaling his
pheromones. Invisible hormones that slipped beneath her
consciousness, and caused electricity to flow out from
her cunt and her tits to her whole body. She was in
panic over the prospect of being raped, and yet she could
feel the liquids flowing in her cunt.

Rod quickly removed his sandals and was unbuckling and
dropping his jeans. He stepped out of them, covered only
by an oversized pair of boxer shorts. Despite their
looseness, they were tented out by an enormous bulge.
Slowly, Rod lowered his shorts, exposing first a thick
cloud of fluffy, light brown pubes. Then the root of his
manhood became visible. It was incredibly thick,
stretching four inches across.

Rod was standing so that both Kim and Barton had their
faces within a foot of his crotch. Barton’s own dick was
in plain view. None of them could miss seeing the
contrast. Rod’s soft dick was thicker than Barton’s hard-
on was long. The difference in their manhood was a
painfully obvious fact for Barton and for Kim. Rod
enjoyed the sensation as he could see their faces, seeing
them looking at the two dicks and at each other..

Then he resumed peeling down his shorts. The enormous
length of his soft penis went on and on. Finally, when
the top of the shorts had almost reached Rod’s knees, the
ridge came into view betokening the appearance of the
enormous, circumcised head. The head mushroomed out, and
added another two inches of length. Rod dropped his
jeans to the floor. His dick softly swayed, all twelve
incredibly thick inches of it.

The huge dick did not hang straight down, because it was
projected out away from his body by the equally
incredible testicles that supported it. Half again as
large as jumbo eggs, they sat tightly in an enormous,
downy sac. The seat of his manhood, these giant
testicles produced a surplus of hormones. From their
close proximity, Kim and Barton were hit with a blast of
pheromones. These hormones worked with irresistible
power on both sexes. Neither Kim nor Barton had ever
been hit by such raw eroticism. For the first time in
his life, Barton’s hard-on, still microscopic, was
actually hard!. Kim’s cunt was sopping wet.

Involuntarily, the words came out of Barton’s mouth:
“It’s unbelievable! You’re enormous!”

Ever since adolescence, Barton had envied men who were
well-hung. His dream, his wish, was to have the man’s
equipment that would make him as dominant inside women’s
cunts as he was in the business world. But in his
wildest dreams, he had never imagined being hung like
this. Despite his humiliation, Barton could not stifle a
feeling of the profoundest awe.

Kim was not consciously aware of the pheromones that were
playing with her brain, but she was acutely aware of the
visual shock. Her fiance had been possessed of a five-
and-a-half inch dick. His and Barton’s were the only two
penises she had seen in her life. She knew Barton was
small, but she hadn’t thought it made any difference.
She had supposed her fiance had been exceptionally large.
And she didn’t think the size of a penis mattered at all,
except that men seemed to get all excited about it.

That was then, this was now. The sight of Rod’s dick
took her breath away. She was incredibly turned on. She
was also frightened. That monster would tear up her
insides! And she had not lost her morals. She did not
want to be raped, she did not want to have sex with
anyone but her husband!

She begged again. “Please, please, let me go. We’ll
give you anything, more money than you ever dreamed of.
Don’t rape me. PLEASE DON”T RAPE ME!”

“Shut up, bitch, and lie back,” was his only response.

She tried to roll up in a ball and protect herself, but
it was no use. He enjoyed her struggles. He laid her
out on her back, so that her hip was at the side of the
bed, only inches from Barton’s chair. He wanted Barton
to have a good close-up look when his own manhood–
manhood that Barton could only envy–penetrated Barton’s
gorgeous bride. He slapped her again, not as hard as
before, but painful enough to keep her still.

Barton was desperate. He couldn’t move his arms or legs,
which were tied to the chair. Even if he could, he knew
from bitter experience that he was no match for this
virile young athlete.

“Please, he said, I’ll give you anything. You can be a
billionaire. You can have all the women in the world.
Please, please don’t touch my wife.”

The last sentence was a wail. Tears were washing his
cheek

Tears were also running down Kim’s beautiful cheeks. But
her cunt was even wetter than her eyes. Rod laughed as
he spread her legs and inserted two long fingers through
the soft, ebony fur and into her beautiful vagina.

“Listen, Barton,” he said. “Can you hear how wet your
wife is, Listen to the slurp as I move my fingers in and
out of her pretty swamp.”

Every word was like a whiplash across Barton’s back.

Rod removed his soaking fingers and put them under
Barton’s nose. “Smell that, Nipple-dick,” he said.
“I’ll bet you’ve never seen your wife this excited. I’ll
bet you’ve never smelled so much cuntjuice in your life.”

Barton’s tears flowed. It was true. He had never seen
Kim nearly this aroused.

By now, the sight and feel and fragrance of Kim’s cunt
had been more than enough to make Rod hard. His dick had
grown even thicker and longer. He stood up.

“Here, Nipple-dick, I’ll loosen your hand. You want to
feel what a real dick feels like?”

Barton could not resist. He put his large hand on Rod’s
penis, the first time he had ever felt another man. His
fingers were outstretched. Thumb and fingers could
stretch no more than two-thirds of the way around Rod’s
girth. The penis was as hard as stone and incredibly hot
to the touch. Barton tried to wiggle it. It was too
hard. He couldn’t move it the slightest bit.

Kim saw this. “Oh, God, you’re much too big for me.
You’ll kill me. Please let me go, please!”

“Don’t’ worry, bitch,” Rod replied, as he got back down
on top of her. “You’ll take what I’ve got, and you’ll
thank God for every inch of it. You’re about to find out
what a real man can do for a woman. And look at your
excuse for a husband. He’s harder than he was before.
It looks like it takes the sight of a real man to turn
him on. All right, Nipple-dick, jack yourself off while
I give your wife the kind of fucking she’ll never get
from you.”

With that, he lined up the head of his dick against the
fleecy exterior of Kim’s beautiful cunt. It seemed like
an oak log lined up against a key hole. But he pushed
forward. Thanks to the overflowing liquids in Kim’s
vagina, he was able to get the head in. Then, with slow,
easy strokes, he gradually went in an inch at a time.

At first, Kim panicked, as she felt herself being
stretched beyond imagination. But her cunt quickly
accustomed itself to a stimulation she had never known.
Neither her earlier fiance or Barton had ever been able
to turn her on with their penises. She had thought she
had just been born frigid. At best she had experienced a
few mild orgasms from their fingers or tongues.

But what she was experiencing now was bringing her into a
new world. Pleasure nerves she never knew existed were
being stimulated as her cunt was stretched for the first
time. Only a couple of strokes after Rod inserted the
head of his cock, when only about four inches were in,
Kim experienced an orgasm far more intense than anything
she had ever known. But Rod was going deeper.

Rod looked at Barton. “Oh, your bitch’s cunt is hot,
man,” he said. “I’m already in deeper than you’ll ever
be, Nipple-dick. So take my word for it, this is world-
class cunt.”

Barton’s humiliation was indescribable, as he watched
another man fucking his wife as he would never be able
to. Then a thought flashed through his mind. This
rapist wasn’t using protection!

“Look, please!” he said. “At least pull out before you
come. We timed this honeymoon so she’d be at peak of her
fertility cycle. And she’s been taking fertility drugs.
Please don’t make her pregnant! You can give us that
much of a break.”

Rod smiled at Barton, still probing deeper into Barton’s
wife, never missing a stroke. He was about eight inches
in, now, almost halfway.

“I can see why your wife would have to take fertility
drugs, limp-dick. And if she had to rely on her husband,
I doubt if they would work. But she doesn’t need to
worry. She’ll be carrying a real man’s child in her
belly when she leaves this island.” Rod knew he had
fathered dozens of children in this very bed, many of
them planted in the bellies of pretty, young
honeymooners. But none as beautiful as this one. And he
had two weeks! There was no way she’d get away from here
without carrying his baby.

Barton thought he had already descended as low as he
could, but this comment just deflated him. His wife–the
great John Barton’s wife–would be carrying another man’s
child. And he knew that with Kim’s religious
convictions, there was no point in even suggesting an
abortion.

Rod had gone back to full concentration on raping
Barton’s wife. Barton wanted to look away, but he
couldn’t. He was hypnotized by the sight, only inches
from his eyes, of Rod’s enormous piston going deeper and
deeper into his own wife’s cunt. He could smell the
strong fragrance of sweat and sex from their steaming
crotches. With each thrust, more of Rod’s enormous shaft
disappeared beneath the thick dark curls that marked the
portal to Kim’s love channel. Then Rod would pull out
almost to the limit, and then slowly plunge back in,
descending another inch. Eleven inches! Twelve inches!
Thirteen!

There were still several inches of hard cock to go, but
Kim was going crazy. She had never dreamed of being
penetrated this deeply, she had no idea of the pleasure
centers inside her that had never before been plumbed.
Now these pleasure nerves were all going off, and Kim
thought she was losing her sanity. Orgasm after orgasm
hit her, each one bigger than before.

Finally, one more plunge, and Rod’s hot iron penis was
fully lodged inside Kim’s stretched vagina. At thirteen
inches, Rod had felt his tip touch her cervix. The next
several strokes had stretched it back. Finally, he had
penetrated the last barrier. His shaft filled her love
canal to its stretched out capacity. The head of his
cock was in her womb itself.

Now Rod began fucking Kim in earnest. Her orgasms
continued to build, each one coming on the heels of the
one before with greater and greater intensity. This went
on for ten, fifteen, twenty minutes. Barton, tied to his
chair, sat absorbed in the close-up view of the
spoliation of his bride. Unconsciously, his thumb and
index figure were rapidly stroking his own pathetic
weenie. He came. Just a few drops of nearly clear fluid
oozed from the tiny hole at the tip, which quickly
receded beneath its nest of public hair.

That left Barton free to concentrate solely on the
humiliating sight of his wife being fucked by this stud.
And by now, her orgasms were so intense and coming so
close together that they had run into each other. She
was in a continuous state of orgasm, electricity running
at unimaginable voltage through her frame. She thought
she would die, she had no control of herself. Perhaps
without realizing it, she was moaning, “Oh God, fuck me!
Fuck me! Fuck me! Take me! Fill me! I can’t stand it,
fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Never stop! Fuck me! Fuck
me!”

Kim may not have known she was saying these words, non-
stop. But Rod heard, and relished every word. And Rod
knew that Barton was hearing every word. Hearing his own
trophy wife expressing the uncontrollable urge to be
fucked by her rapist! This was just the beginning of
payback! Rod loved it.

The sight of Kim’s fierce passion as this most beautiful
of women was utterly overcome by Rod’s own sexual power,
and the thought of the humiliation Barton was suffering,
finally became too intense. Rod felt his climax coming
on. He thrust faster and harder, and brought Kim to an
even higher pitch. She was screaming now, a piercing
scream that knifed right into Barton’s heart.

Then the moment came. Rod’s mammoth engine began bucking
with incredible force. Kim’s pelvis was whipped
violently around by the first bursts. Then she felt the
red-hot pellets, fired directly into her womb. Rod and
Kim held each other closely, lips locked and tongues
entwined in a passionate kiss, each simply overcome by
the force of what they were feeling.

Barton watched. He had never felt this forlorn, this
abandoned, in his life.

As they descended, Kim was in a new state. After the
fierceness of her innumerable orgasms, she now felt a
tranquility and contentment that she had never known.
She held tightly to Rod. He was her rapist. He had
violated her person, stolen her dignity, trampled on her
most deeply felt moral beliefs.

And it didn’t matter. She hated him, fiercely. But so
what. She would do absolutely anything for him. He was
her master. He was her man. He and only he could give
her what she now knew she needed as a woman. No love for
her husband, no moral beliefs, no belief in her own self
meant a thing compared to– well, she might as well be
truthful with herself. Compared to his penis. She lived
for this man’s phallus. She would do anything for it,
and for what it could do to her.

When Rod finally pulled out, his penis was “shrunken” to
its soft state of eight inches long and four inches wide.
He got up and thrust it in Barton’s face.

“Clean me off,” he said abruptly.

Barton had no resistance left.

“Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!”

Meekly, he used his tongue and his lips to clean every
bit of cum and sweat from Rod’s crotch. Seeing that
Barton was defeated, Rod untied him. He then ordered
Barton to get down on the bed and lick every bit of Rod’s
cum from his wife’s cunt. Barton obeyed. The quantity
was enormous. Those enormous testicles had blasted a
cupful of potent sperm juice into Kim’s cunt. Barton
swallowed every drop. He had never tasted cum before,
and almost vomited.

But he quickly got used to the taste of Barton’s sperm.
The two-week honeymoon was sheer humiliation for Barton.
He had to watch Rod and Kim fuck almost continuously.
Rod shot load after load into her cunt, her mouth, and
even her bowels, several times a day. Barton had to
swallow every drop. He also became their toilet. They
didn’t want to bother walking to the bathroom to pee, so
they just used Barton’s mouth. He had to swallow all of
it. Rod took a little mercy on Rod and decided they
wouldn’t shit into his mouth. They used the toilet for
that. But Barton had to clean their assholes with his
tongue.

As the two weeks went on, Barton grew accustomed to his
role as a sex servant, thoroughly subordinate to his wife
and to their joint master. He began to like the taste of
Rod’s sperm, and did not even mind drinking their piss
and licking their shitty assholes.

At the end of the two weeks, Rod gave a little surprise
to Barton. He, Rod, was going back to New York with
them. He was going to live with them as the head of the
house. Gradually, there would be property transfers from
Barton to Kim. When everything belonged to Kim, she
would divorce Barton and marry Rod, at which time the
property would be transferred to Rod.

Rod is now the terror of Wall Street. Kim was his main
woman, though of course there was rarely a day when he
didn’t fuck at least half a dozen others as well. And
Barton… well he was on welfare. He spends most of his
time skulking around adult movie theaters, looking for
young guys who will let him suck their cocks. He’ll do
anything for a big one, but he’s never found one remotely
as large as the one he craves…