A River Runs by Eltoro
-The characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Other standard disclaimers.
Many people have visited the wilds of western Pennsylvania. Most are inspired by its beauty. Brad, Craig, and Stephen set off to explore the setting for one of the scenes for their first major motion picture together. It called for them, Brad and Craig, to play brothers who were excellent anglers. They were to take Stephen with them, but at the last minute Stephen finds a whore to accompany him. While the brothers fish, Stephen and the whore are supposed to have a wonderful fuck (off screen). At the end of a day of fishing, Brad and Craig are to discover a rather sun burned and sore assed Stephen.
"Can you believe some asshole actually wrote this stuff?" Stephen fumed as the threesome bounced along the unpaved roadway toward the pristine river. "And I'm supposed to show my burnt ass to the audience. I wonder how they're going to accomplish that sunburn?"
"Calm down Stephen! You've shown your ass to a lot of people." Brad quipped as he flashed his pearly white teeth in a wide grin.
- "He's right, Stephen. We've all done porno flick for years. Its part of the price for getting started in this business," Craig commented laying a gentle hand on his friend's knee. "Hey, here's the turn!"
Brad pulled the dusty company jeep onto the side road leading to what would be the scene of the shoot four days hence. In just a few minutes they had reached the wide river and parked the jeep under a stand of pine trees. The scent of which filled the air. As he jumped from the jeep Brad pulled off his shirt to reveal his smooth chiseled chest. His pecs rose as he drank in the smell of pine. Craig and Stephen followed suite, shedding their shirts and running to catch up with Brad who has started for the river.- "The director says we're to wade in here and they'll get some shots of each of us casting flies, Craig. Doesn't look too dangerous," Brad commented?
"Only cold!" Craig yelped as he took his hand from the river's current. Goose bumps covered his body as his dark nipples shivered to attention. An action which Brad noted with a wry smile and a quick smack of his luscious lips. He loved gnawing on Craig's tits, but hadn't had the opportunity for three months because of different work schedules. Having Stephen around might be a problem too. He had only acted in straight porno, and Brad was unsure of whether he swung both ways. Time would soon tell though.
"Well, are we going to rehearse or not?" Brad queried.
"Sure, that's why we're here," Stephen said. Craig nodded his agreement.
Brad ran back to the jeep and pulled out a box loaded with scripts, blankets, tanning lotion, and other body lotions. Also packed into the box were some sandwiches, a bottle of Wild Turkey, and a carton of Magnums. As he returned, he suggested they start with Stephen's scene. Craig and Stephen spread out the blanket in the shady thicket. No sense helping 'make-up' with a natural burn they thought. Brad handed out the scripts and referenced pages 61 to 69. As they leafed through pages of the script, Stephen commented, "We forgot to bring a female to read with me."-
"Don't bother your head with that shit. Craig or I will be glad to take the woman's role," Brad responded with a wicked wink at Craig. - Craig's smirk and nod of agreement told Brad, Craig was in agreement and even had an idea of what Brad had planned.
"I'll take the female parts first," Craig added.
Throughout the reading, Brad kept up a running commentary on how the lines should be read. When they had finished Brad fumed, "The director will be pissed! Stephen you sounded like you were reading these lines for the first time. You have got to get into them and make them believable." Brad took a swig of bourbon and passed the bottle to Craig, who drank and passed the bottle to Stephen. Stephen pulled on the bottle long and hard. He hated being criticized, but knew Brad was right. "What more can we do to help Stephen?" Brad asked. Stephen took another drag on the bourbon. "Craig, any ideas?" Brad continued.
Craig brightened and inquired, "What if we do the scene for real?"-
"What do you mean 'for real'? There are no cameras and crew here," Stephen interjected after finishing his fourth shot at the bottle.
"I mean, this time we'll not just read it, we'll act it out," Craig continued. "All the directions are there."
"Wonderful idea! Craig, I'm glad you came up with that," Brad fussed. "What do you think Stephen?"
- "If you think it'll help. I can't afford to blow this part. I'll be back in porno or out on the street if Redgrain has to replace me."
Brad considered Stephen for a moment. Just an inch or so taller than himself, with a swarthy complexion; his dark, chocolate eyes were set off by long eyelashes. His auburn hair had been cut the day before to give him the 'college look'. He was barrel chested with a light covering of auburn hair. A darker line of hair plunged from his navel down into his Dockers. Firm arms and legs which met in a bubble butt completed the picture. Glancing at Craig, whose dark good looks had attracted him three years before, Brad ordered, "Strip, you two."- Craig began with his shoes as Stephen protested.
"What do you mean strip? You want me to act out the scene for real with another guy?"
"You have a better idea of how we can work this out? If so, let's hear it. Otherwise, get out of those clothes."
Stephen pondered a few minutes while Brad paced and Craig sat with one shoe on and one off. "These guys were wonderful to befriend me four weeks ago when Mr. Redgrain cast me. What the hell am I being bashful for. I've been in fourteen fuck films and even let Redgrain suck my cock to get this part. It does call for nudity." He quickly kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his Dockers. As they fell to the ground, his basket swelled slightly in his bright blue bikinis. He grabbed the snap sides and ripped off the last of his clothing. His cock hung a full six inches flaccidly. It had thickened ever so slightly with the thoughts of being naked again. Circumcised, it matched his swarthy complexion perfectly, with a plum colored head. Craig finished stripping and stood beside Stephen. Brad again studied the contrast. Slightly more olive skin, Craig's cock was five inches when flaccid and cut. However, whoever did Craig had left enough skin to form just the right amount of baggy skin near the glans' corona. Brad noted no swelling, yet, but knew it wouldn't take much to make Craig achieve his gratifying nine inches.
Craig winked at Brad as he protested, "You've got to strip too! It's all for one and one for all."
"You're right, of course. Won't take but a minute," Brad said as he sat down and pulled off his tennis shoes.
Craig smiled as Brad revealed his well-shaped feet. Calm yourself. Craig thought. You'll get to lick between those toes yet today. As soon as his shoes were off Brad unbuckled his belt and removed it from the belt loop on his jeans. He then unfastened the seven buttons on his button downs and let the jeans slip from his waist. He noted the swell each of his friends' organs gave as they saw he wasn't wearing underwear and was nude before them. His own cut cock matched his lightly tanned body. While only 5 inches flaccid, it always amazed his lovers when it grew to a mighty ten inch club. "Let's get this show on the road," he said picking up a script. Stephen and Craig sat down on the blanket. "Stephen put your arm around Craig's waist. Stroke his thigh and nuzzle his neck," Brad directed. Craig's cock swelled as his felt the brush of Stephen's lips on his neck and his hand gently rubbing his thigh. "Lines," Brad barked!
"You two go on to the river and fish. We'll catch up later," Stephen said huskily. The bourbon and the simulated sex were having an effect on him. He thought how smooth Craig's skin felt under his tongue.
"Put your hand on his thigh, lift your head and give him access to your throat. Good. Good. Stephen grab a tit and rub it," Brad directed.
Both men did as they were bidden. As they did both of their cocks began to swell. Brad left the script behind as he told Stephen to trail his tongue down to the left tit and suck it into his mouth. He complied while twisting Craig's other tit between two fingers. Craig ad libbed his part by twisting Stephen's tits. Stephen's mouth trailed back up to Craig's and kissed him deeply on the mouth. Craig's lips opened to receive the kiss and suddenly their two tongues danced in and out. Stephen was on overload. This couldn't be happening, but it felt so, so good. Craig rolled on top of Stephen and began humping their two cocks together. Soft moans emitted from both of their throats as they continued a long and passionate kiss. Brad watched with a bemused smile as his plan bore fruition. He slowly jacked his love stick to its full 10 inches. Craig and Stephen finally came up for air. Craig tongued down his lover's body and latched onto a nipple. He nibbled and lapped as Stephen moaned and a drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip of his engorged cock. Brad licked his lips and crept forward between Stephen's knees. Stephen sensed a warm, moist feeling enveloping his eight inches of manhood. He roused himself from his lustful state to see beautiful Brad sucking and nibbling on his boner. Craig too became aware of Brad's action and twisted around to suck on Brad's ten inches of man meat. Stephen was suddenly aware that he alone was being left out and he reached over to position Craig's hefty nine inches before his mouth. He had never done more than feel another man's prick, but if they could do it, so could he.
Moments later, Craig felt the first tentative licks on his cock head, as Stephen stroked and liked at it like a lollipop Brad felt Stephen suddenly tense. His cock was swelling with the tell tale signs of orgasm. Brad thought it was entirely too soon, so he stopped his sucking action and clamped his thumb and forefinger at the base of his partner's cock. Stephen relaxed. Brad adjusted his angle and began tonguing Stephen's sole. He was amazed at the softness of the skin. As he licked around each of the toes, Brad also noted the well-manicured nails. Stephen knew how to take care of his feet. As he finished the left foot, he pulled the right foot over to give it the same treatment. Stephen's breathing became heavier and heavier. These were new experience for him. He was so engrossed in what Brad was doing to his feet that Craig's cock slipped from his lips unnoticed.
But Craig noticed. He quickly scrambled into position beside Brad, who was ever so slowly licking his way up Stephen's left leg. Craig began the same methodical licking on the right leg. Stephen was in ecstasy! Brad was now at Stephen's thigh. As he pushed the leg higher, he glimpsed the pink rosette of Stephen's asshole. As his expert hands fluttered over Stephen's burning skin, they began reaching for this untouched flower. Brad kissed each of the egg sized balls in Stephen's tightening sack. Washing them as he had done the feet and leg. He pushed Stephen's leg higher and with Craig lifting the other leg opened the way to the secret garden. - Stephen had been in enough porno flicks to have his ass licked during a heavy blow job scene. But this was new, intense. A man's tongue was licking away at his sphincter; trying to gain entrance to his insides. His head thrashed back and forth and his arms reached upward toward Craig.
Craig now had both of Stephen's feet in his hands and was pulling backward to give Brad easier access. Brad's tongue was on fire. It's hot wetness drilled into the pink and pliable anus before it. Suddenly, Stephen's body shifted out of reach. Brad knelt to see Craig holding Stephen upside down. Craig's cock was in his mouth and his legs were under Craig's armpits, totally exposing his ass. Brad moved forward.
"Strain like you're going to ship," Brad ordered. Stephen strained. His sphincter muscles bulged out. As it did so, Brad kissed it. "Again!" This time Craig kissed the moistened anal lips. "Again." This time Brad's turn. Brad and Craig kept Stephen exercising for another five minutes. Then Brad reached for a condom.
As Brad unrolled the sheath onto his ten inch club, Craig lowered Stephen back to the ground and inserted a couple of fingers into his ass. He pumped his fingers back and forth making sure Stephen's ass was loose enough to accommodate "Willie" as Brad liked to call his cock. Stephen thrashed around at his ministrations.
"Oh Stephen!" called Brad. "Is there something I can do for you?" Stephen knew the answer he was expected to give.
Brad called to him in his lust crazed state once again and Stephen yelled, "Yes, fuck me! Fuck my virgin ass!" Craig withdrew his fingers and once again held his friend's legs high and wide. Brad approached. He placed the head of his cock at the gate of Stephen's garden of delight. He rocked forward once, twice, and on the third push passed through the surprisingly loose sphincter. Brad stopped while Stephen adjusted to being filled with a man cock. After a few minutes, Brad continued until he felt Stephen's balls resting in his pubic hair and his balls were slapping the back of Stephen's ass. Again, he stopped a few moments.
Craig repositioned himself so that he had easy access to Stephen's bursting cock. In one swoop he impaled his face onto it and began sucking. Stephen reached for Craig's cock and jacked him wildly as Brad turned up the steam on his jack hammer and piled it quickly in and out of Stephen's ass. Stephen was first to come. Craig felt the cock swelling in his mouth. Stephen tried to pull him off, but Craig sucked all the harder. With a startling speed, Stephen shot into Craig's willing mouth, and Craig swallowed every drop of the man seed. When Stephen came, the clamping of his sphincter set Brad off as well and with one last deep thrust he came inside this neophyte's ass. Craig moved over Stephen's face and fed his cock into the eagerly sucking mouth before him. In only four pumps of his cock he too exploded into Stephen's mouth, filling it with so much cum that it ran down both of his cheeks.
The spent trio collapsed together on the blanket. As he felt himself shrinking, Brad carefully grasped the base of the condom as he extracted his spent cock from the gripping asshole. Once out he flashed Stephen and Craig his infamous wide tooth grin and batted his baby blue eyes. Both men grabbed him in a group hug. Brad lay in the middle of the two men nuzzling their heads on his shoulders. They lovingly stroked and caressed his well-developed chest as they talked about what had happened between them. He kissed each of their foreheads and broke their embrace. He jumped up and rushed to the river's edge. As Stephen and Craig caught up he grabbed their arms and pulled them with him into the chilled waters. With sputters and spurts the three quickly charged out onto the bank and back to their blanket.
Craig demanded, "What the fuck did you do that for?"
"Yeah," Stephen seconded.
"We were getting a little too sentimental there gentlemen. And I'm ready for round two of some wild sex!" Brad exclaimed!
"Just how wild?" Craig queried.
"Well we did come to help Stephen understand his role." Brad winked wickedly at Stephen. "By his own admission, his ass isn't sore after the fucking I gave it. So he doesn't comprehend the pain he is supposed to exhibit in his voice."Stephen looked bewildered again.
Brad sat Indian style on the blanket and continued, "Stephen, come here and lay across my lap." Stephen complied. "Now place your arms behind your back. That's right. Craig, you hold them there."
As Craig held Stephen's arms in position, Brad pulled out his belt which he had looped and slipped it over Stephen's hands and up his arms, tying him securely.
"What the fuck . . . "
"Craig, our friend is making too much noise. Please put this in his mouth," Brad said as he pulled on Craig's cock. - Craig positioned himself in front of Stephen and inserted his swelling penis as Stephen tried to scream at them to let him go. Brad began stroking the back of Stephen's thighs, slowly, ever so slowly. He reached under Stephen and pulled and teased his left tit. Craig started petting Stephen's head, neck, and shoulders. He too reached for his friends tits and caressed them. Stephen was being lulled into a false sense of security. He was beginning to enjoy the action when Brad's hand came down forcefully on his right ass cheek. He tried to scream, but Craig's cock only slipped deeper into his throat. Brad's hand was landing squarely again and again on his ass and on his thighs. Tears began to stream down Stephen's face. His ass and legs felt like they were tingling with fire. And then, he became aware of an ache in his groin. His cock was swelling again. It grew larger with each slap of Brad's hand. His ass was twitching in time to the beating, anticipating each blow and wanting, wanting something inside to quench the spreading fire. Then it stopped. Craig pulled his cock from Stephen's mouth. He walked behind Stephen and ripped open another condom and rolled it down his manhood. Brad loosened the belt and rubbed life back into Stephen's arms. He raised Stephen onto his arms and knees.
Craig assumed his position and sank his cock into Stephen in one swoop. Stephen let out a satisfying, "Yessssss!"
"We're not done yet," Brad asserted. "Craig pull him up."
Craig helped Stephen into a kneeling position. Brad grabbed yet another condom and rolled it onto Stephen's member. He then turned around and backed himself onto Stephen's sex spike. Stephen was in heaven. Tears of joy rolled down his cheeks. He was filled with love and admiration for these two men who were giving him so much pleasure, but especially for Brad. Blond, hunky Brad. His tormentor was now the object of his joy as his cock thrust in and out of Brad's ass.
Craig pounded away at Stephen's ass and Stephen pounded into Brad. Stephen reached under Brad and clasped his man club and began a steady beating motion. Craig came first with a loud shout of triumph. He pulled out of Stephen to give him more freedom to drill Brad's ass. Craig replaced Stephen's hand with his mouth. Brad clamped down on the pistoning cock between his legs. In a series of short thrusts, Stephen emptied himself into the condom in Brad's ass. He withdrew slowly.
Brad sat up and tore open another condom and rolled it down his pole. He then positioned himself between Craig's legs. Craig knew the drill. He raised his legs and ass to his lover boy. Brad launched into Craig like a rocket. He rammed into him with deep thrusts and pulled back to the glans before thrusting in again. It was a rough fuck, but both lovers enjoyed it that way on occasion. Stephen tweaked at both of their tits. He even dared to slap Brad on the ass leaving a hefty hand print. He reached behind Brad and finger his hole, while kissing softly along his spine. Craig watched the color rising in Brad's cheeks and on his chest. He was always amazed how his lover changed color just before firing off. Three more thrusts and Brad once again became a spurting mass of cum.
- As the trio relaxed on their blanket, Brad rubbed lotion onto Stephen's reddened ass. "You think you have the emotion for this part now?"
Stephen smiled at Brad and Craig, "I may need several more rehearsals before I get it right."
Upon returning to town and the motel where the "newer" stars were housed; Brad found a note from Krantz, the casting director.
"Get your ass up to my room (508) at the Inn as soon as you get back. JK"
The tone of the note left Brad uneasy. He couldn't imagine why he was being summoned. But he jumped back in the jeep; driving the five blocks to the Inn.
Krantz had left the note shortly after Brad had left in the morning. He had spent most of the day pacing his room waiting for the budding star to answer his summons. The longer he waited the more hostel he was becoming. When Brad's knock finally sounded on the door, Krantz was beside himself with rage as he answered the door. - "Get your ass in here now!" he bellowed. Brad slunk into the room under the hooded gaze of the man who had given him his break. "Where the fuck have you been?"
- "I went out to rehearse with Stephen and Craig . . . " Krantz punched Brad in the solar plexis knocking the air out of him.
"No one gave you permission to leave. You are here at my whim and at my discretion. Your ass isn't stamped STAR yet. " Brad laid crumpled on the floor in a state of mild confusion. Krantz grabbed him by the shirt and threw him roughly onto the bed; throwing another jab into his abs once more. Brad's mind whirled with the pain and blacked out.
When he came to, he found himself naked and handcuffed to the large bed. "What the fuck is going on here?" Brad yelled. Krantz strolled naked into the room. "I said what the fuck is going on here?"
"Exactly," said Krantz, "a fuck is going to occur here. It's time to pay up for me taking you out of those porn flicks." He reached out a hand toward Brad's left foot. Brad pulled it away quickly.
"Brad baby must play by the rules. You wouldn't want me shaving you hairless before filming started. Would you?"
Brad moaned to himself. He didn't mind getting fucked, but it was always on his terms. But Krantz was determined and he thought he had better play along. He extended his foot back toward Krantz's hand.
"Much better," Krantz commented as he sank onto the bed and ran his hand through the dusty blond hairs covering Brad's calf, knee, and thigh. Brad's cock twitched in response to the slowly circling fingers drawing ever closer to it. He watched as Krantz brought both hands to bear on his leg in a sensuous massage. " I have to apologize for knocking the shit out you. I hadn't intended to begin that way, but now the handcuff's will insure our time together." His hands worked the strong muscles in Brad's thighs. He shifted to the right leg. Brad began to relax with the massage and the change in Krantz's tone. Brad brought his left foot along Krantz's side and gently rubbed the wiry hairs of his leg. Krantz smiled and moved his hands nearer Brad's swelling cock. He breathed gently on its head making it bounce more. He pulled himself up next to Brad and began brushing his hands along the chin, cheeks, and lips, he longed to kiss for the last six weeks. Brad nuzzled his head against the caressing hand and sucked two of Krantz's fingers into his mouth. Krantz withdrew them and kissed the pouting lips which had attracted him to the blond hunk weeks before.
Brad took the initiative and probed into the waiting mouth. Tongue dueled with tongue in a long and loving kiss. Breaking for air, Krantz lowered his mouth to the right tit, nibbling gently at the bud until it was stiff and erect. He then chewed more aggressively until Brad moaned at the pain - pleasure being inflicted on his nubby. Krantz repeated the procedure with the left tit as well while maintaining a pinch hold on the right. Brad bucked his hips against his captor's body indicating his desire as his head thrashed against the headboard and pillows at the stimulation his tits were receiving Krantz leaned back and stared at the starlet before him. His tits were reddened and the same color flushed his face, chest, and abdomen. The prized cock he had seen in those porno flicks now oozed pre-cum for him. But the cock would have to wait. It was the ass he wanted. He raised Brad's legs, which stretched Brad's arms uncomfortably. Krantz licked down the inside of each thigh; finally kissing each of the lemon sized balls before him. He tongued the perineum eliciting another moan of pleasure from Brad. As he stretched the captive's cheeks, Krantz's tone changed once more as he dropped Brad's legs.
"Who fucked you today?" Krantz demanded. Brad remained silent. Krantz grabbed each tit and twisted them roughly. "Who fucked you?" Brad moaned and cried at the same time. But he answered the question only with silence. Krantz repeated the procedure. Again with no success. He went to his dresser and returned with a pair of scissors.
"Craig and Stephen," was Brad's immediate response in seeing the weapon before him. His cock wilted in fear. Krantz grabbed the deflating cock tightly in one hand; pulling it away from Brad's stomach. Brad pleaded for mercy to which Krantz laughed as he cut through the frightened boys pubic hair. Brad fainted in relief.
When he awoke, Brad encountered an amazing sight before him. Both Craig and Stephen were seated and bound in chairs on opposite sides of the bed, naked, with gags tied in their mouths. Krantz trudged into the room carrying two ten-pound bags of ice. He placed one bag on each of his captives exposed crotches.
"This should cool you two off while I finish having my fun."- As he crawled onto the bed, Brad noticed Krantz's cock for the first time. His eyes widened in fear. He began to speak, but now realized he too had been gagged. Krantz was wearing a cock ring with spikes pointing outward. Each time he hit home, Brad would be pricked in more ways than one. Krantz shoved Brad's legs back roughly exposing his well-worn hole. Both of his friends were squirming from the visual stimulation before them and the ice chilling their cocks and balls. Krantz spit onto the upturned hole and with no further lubrication rammed his 7" shaft into the upturned ass.
Brad felt the spear and then the spikes prick his tender skin. He moaned in pain, but to no avail. Krantz pulled out and rammed home again; this time grinding his pelvis to insure proper contact of the spikes. Brad was on fire. His ass twitched in desire, for the cock inside him was hitting his prostate perfectly with each thrust. Yet the pain of the spikes pressing, but not breaking the skin around his ass was making his mind see stars. Brad tried to take control of the fucking by squeezing his ass muscles to hurry Krantz's ejaculation. But Krantz would have none of that. He slowed down his thrusting and maintained a smooth even rhythm. After 20 minutes of fucking Krantz pulled out and turned to his bag of tricks. He brought back leg bands and affixed them to Brad and the bed so that his legs were opened affording all a good view of his tender red ass. This he shoved a rather mean looking 12" dildo into as he turned his attention to Craig and Stephen.
He took the bags of ice and carried them into the bathroom. When he returned, he adjusted the bindings for Craig so that he was trussed up like a turkey with his ass also exposed. Krantz took a ribbed paddle and began striking Craig's ass and thighs. The muffled cries and tears only brought a smile to Krantz's face. After 10 minutes of abuse, Krantz spit on Craig's waiting hole and sank his cock deep into his bowels as well. The burning in his ass was replaced with that of the rough entry and the spiked cock ring. Brad burned in anger as he watched his lover's ass being ridden. After just a few minutes though Krantz pulled out and stuck a butt wedge into Craig's ass.
Turning, he now glowered at a confused and whimpering Stephen. Krantz inserted a flexible sound into Stephen's cock and a metal butt plug in his ass. These were attached to a small charger which Krantz flicked on. Stephen winced in pain as the electric current passed from cock and ass. After fifteen minutes of this, Krantz added clips to the loose skin on each side of Stephen's cock where it joined his balls. Stephen's eyes widened in fear. The button was pushed and Stephen's spamed in agony as the current ran from his ass to his cock and now his balls.
Again, after only fifteen minutes, Krantz stopped and returned to Brad's ass. He ripped the dildo free and quickly replaced it with his own 7". This time he showed no mercy. He ripped into Brad's ass with a vengeance. For another 15 minutes Brad endured the duel hell until finally he felt Krantz explode into his bowels. Pulling out, Krantz turned to Stephen and removed his gag. He shoved his dick into the boy's mouth and instructed him to clean it up. Stephen didn't respond quickly enough and was suddenly reminded that he was hooked up to the electrical charge as it once again coursed through his genitals. He moved his tongue in wide circles, licking off the bowel butter Krantz had churned up in Brad's ass. Finally clean to his satisfaction, Krantz turned his attention once more to Brad.
"I have given my stamp of approval on every male star I have ever discovered. I had planned on giving you that stamp this morning. You'll get it now in front of your lovers." Krantz stalked to a nearby table and picked up what appeared to be a small curling iron. He spit on it and steam rose from the heated end. Brad struggled in his confines unable to break free. His eyes widening in fear as the casting director climbed onto the bed. He lifted Brad backwards until his battered asshole was clearly visible to the other two men. He then slowly and deliberately brought the tip of his electric branding iron closer and closer to Brad's puckered hole. Brad could feel the heat warming his exposed hole. He tried to squirm, but Krantz's grip was tight. He pleaded, through his gag, which only made Krantz smile the all the more. Finally, Krantz brought the iron to bear on. The perineum. Brad screamed in pain and passed out. His limp body offering no further resistance to Krantz as he withdrew the iron to inspect the small k within a five-point star. He quickly turned on his other two captives and branded them as well.
To be continued . . .