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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Some of the political terms have been skewed into my own time line for creative license.
Part Fourteen;
"Ughhh," Joel Osteen grunted between pants. He was bent over grasping a chair. Tavis Smiley was pressed into him, grinding his hips against Osteen's creamy bubble butt as he worked his thick cock deep in the tele-evangelist's tight chute.
"You like this big cock don't you Rev.," Smiley whispered against Osteen's ear before capturing the lobe between his teeth and tugging it at gently.
Osteen gyrated his hips and clenched his slick walls around the hot throbbing invasive shaft. He bucked back.
Smiley chuckled and bucked back, "suck it up Rev. Take my big cock!"
"Ughhhh," Osteen grunted as Smiley pumped harder.
Smiley ground his pelvis against Osteen's creamy butt. Osteen's ass lips were stretched to the max. Smiley's trimmed pubes scratched Osteen's soft flesh. He gripped Osteen roughly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. The chair shook under the men's gyrating pumps. Osteen gripped the back of the chair more tightly. The humpy man was pummeling his butt. The cock was so big that he half believed that the thick brown cock was ripping him open. Osteen gasped and puffed, working his butt muscles, constricting and pulling around the thick long shaft.
"Tight creamy ass," Smiley gritted rocking on his hips. His balls whacked against Osteen's low hanging nut sack. sweat was rolling down the his spine rolling in the crack of his ass as the cheeks dimpled with each clenched thrust. Sweat dripped from his balls to the floor. Smiley licked his lower lip and pumped even faster. He was going to feed the Rev. a big load.
Osteen's back glistened as his hip muscles worked back against Smiley's rocking pelvis. His own cock was hard and pulsing. Each time Smiley thrust, his nut sack swatted Osteen's against the chair. He was hungry for the man's load. He wanted to suck it up his ass. He tightened his rectum with each thrust waiting to milk the shaft rubbing his prostate. His cock leaked pre-cum profusely. He could feel Smiley's own pre-cum making his hole slicker.
Smiley was close. His shaft burned. His balls churned. His muscles tensed. Smiley tipped forward on his toes. He contorted his face. "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Smiley wailed as his entire body was racked with rush of tension. His cock fired a volley of spoog that seeped Osteen's chute. He pumped and pumped. It flooded the hole and seeped up between his shaft and the stretched lips and rolled down Osteen's flushed butt cheeks.
Osteen clenched and tried to hold the seed. His own body trembled and was racked with a heated rush. His balls throbbed. His cock head expanded. "Jesusssssssssssssssssss," his cock spit ropes of come down on the seat. He winced and gritted his teeth as his sore balls forced the cum roughly through his stretched piss slit. He panted and whistled breaths of air as his cock was emptied to completion.
Smiley collapsed atop Osteen and began licking the sweat from the man's back. His skin was hot and slick. Osteen breathed in deeply and collapsed atop the back of the chair. He smiled at the touch of Smiley's tongue lapping at his back. When Smiley grew tired, perhaps he'd allow Osteen to lick the sweat from his balls.
A secluded cabin; Somewhere in the mid west.
The limo with the black tinted windows pulled up through the gravel drive secluded by woods to a cabin miles away from the major high ways. The two humpy Secret Service men climbed from the driver's seat and the front passenger seat. They were formidable men, large and muscular dressed in black suites. A gun was at the belt of each man and their eyes were hidden by silver shaded glasses.
The man from the passenger seat walked around to the driver's side and both moved to the back seat door. It was pulled open and the men dragged out a bound and gagged Mark Chmura from the seat. The hot disgraced former NFL star was blindfolded and moved his head blindly from side to side. When the men pulled on him, he struggled with them but his usually formidably ripped muscular frame was easily hauled to the cabin by the equally built Secret Service men.
The two agents knocked on the door and it was pulled open. Chmura was hauled inside. And the Secret Service men waited for their instructions.
"Strip him," a voice commanded.
Chruma was helplessly over powered as the two agents ripped every shred of clothes from his powerful muscular body. He tried shield himself by bending a bit, but he was severely punched in the stomach by one of the agents in response.
"Nice," the mysterious voice complimented as Chmura's powerful ripped body was thoroughly examined. His cock was pretty hefty and his balls were big and low hanging. "Turn him around," the voice commanded next. "I want to see all of him."
Chmura was roughly whirled around. His powerful back tapered down to a slim waist and his hard muscular glutes jutted out.
"Nice ass," the voice was pleased. "Put him up in the harness and sling."
Chmura shivered, uncertain what exactly the harness or sling were. In response, Chmura felt himself lifted up in something that felt like a leather swing. He was strapped in at the waist and his legs were roughly spread and his ankles were bound by leather harnesses. He was pulled back down and his arms spread; with wrists secured in similar harnesses.
"Good." the voice said. "Now wait out side until I need you."
Chmura listened as his two abductors walked to the door and left the cabin. At the sound of the door closing he began to struggle in his constraints.
"I wouldn't bother," the mysterious man chuckled. "Its a waist of time, I assure you."
"Mnmph," Chmura tried to yell.
"It must be difficult," the mysterious man mocked, "you always did have a great deal to say." He chuckled, "quite opinionated as I recall."
Chmura tried to place the voice. It was familiar but he couldn't quite place.
"Pity your way with words couldn't save your NFL career." the man sneered.
Chmura grew angry at the reminder of his expulsion from the NFL. Ok, so he screwed up but.....The man had apparently stepped closer because he felt an unfamiliar hand grope his cock. Chmura tried to shake the hand away. Nevertheless, the hand squeezed and jerked his cock. Chmura was embarrassed that he started to throw a boner.
"Interesting," the mystery man marveled, "given your sanctimony several years ago."
The man dropped the hand away from his cock and Chmura was relieved. However, just as soon as he relaxed a bit, he felt a tongue swipe along his shaft. He panicked. He was helpless and the lips and tongue moved along his shaft and balls. He was humiliated that an obvious fag was touching him in a disgusting way. Despite his mental revulsion, the former NFL star's cock reacted on its own and surged to full erection.
"Nice," the man murmured, "but lets see how you really taste."
Chmura was horrified when his felt a set of lips swallow in his cock head and clamp tightly around the shaft. He whimpered as the mouth sucked him in to the hilt. A nose brushed his dark pubes. The tongue that snaked around his shaft was unbearably nice and he whimpered again in humiliation. The man sucked hard on him and his cock pulsed against the tongue. Chmura tried to shake the man off of him.
The man allowed Chmura's cock to slip from his mouth. It bobbed a bit in the open air. The humiliation increased when the man's hand touched Chmura's hard muscular butt. He wiggled in terror, but the man's fingers ran along Chmura's crack and pushed between the fleshy globes to touch and rub Chmura's unventured bud. Chmura whimpered again.
The man laughed and nudged the pucker with the tip of two fingers. "I wonder if this was how your baby sitter felt?" The man ridiculed. "Hmm?"
Chruma didn't want to remember that episode. The stupid bitch should have been privileged to be fucked by him, then a star of the NFL, but she was stupid and fought him. When she told what had happened, Chruma felt betrayed. He had been so good with her. She just wanted to ruin him and succeeded. He hadn't done anything wrong. She had really wanted it. She just pretended to say no!
"Mnph!" the man abruptly shoved his fingers between Chruma's virgin ass lips. He tried to push the fingers from his rectum but his contortions only served in drawing the fingers deeper. He felt full and uncomfortable as the fingers worked against his constricted chute walls.
"Oooo," the man thrust his fingers deeper, "you're so tight." He laughed. "We'll have to fix that." Chruma heard what sounded like a zipper and struggled in the confines again. "I think that you should get a good look at what and who is going to open that tight NFL hole up."
Chruma continued to struggle. He felt the blind fold covering his eyes loosen and slip from his head. Chruma looked about in confusion. He was in some sort of cabin and he hung from a sling. He twisted his head to see the man, but apparently he was still behind him. "Mnph," Chruma wailed. Chruma caught a movement out of the corner of one eye. The man moved around so that Chmura could see him more clearly. "Amphhhhhhhh," Chruma struggled in the sling again as his eyes fixed on the nude figure of Bill Clinton standing before him.
"Surprise," Clinton mocked with a sexy grin. "The pervert has the upper hand," he sneered.
Chruma gasped and tears streaked his face. He couldn't believe that the perverted Clinton was doing this to him.
"Do you remember how you publicly denounced me during the Lewinski scandal?" Clinton taunted. "Do you remember how you proudly extolled your Christian values?" Clinton chuckled. "You didn't show those values to your baby sitter did you?" Clinton moved between Chrmura's confined out stretched legs. "You're not going to show those values when I fuck you raw and make this nice cock," Clinton grasped it and jerked it hard, "cum."
Clinton rubbed his own cock with his other hand and the shaft hardened and rose. Chruma couldn't help but look at the man's intimidating shaft.
It was at least 10 inches long and about as thick as a beer can. His butt couldn't possibly take it. He sobbed and whimpered as Clinton moved close and nudged his shaft against Chruma's butt cheeks.
"Take a good look at it," Clinton warned, "this hard cock is going to fuck your virgin hypocritical ass raw!" The blue veins running the length pulsed with energy, ready to fire the load he'd been saving up for this day.
Chruma squirmed wide eyed, flailing his arms and legs in his confines. He tried to use his impressive muscles to rip out his restraints. In futility he glanced up at each of his confined wrists and sobbed.
"Poor baby," Clinton sneered nudging his bulbous cock head against Chruma's butt crack. "Let's give you what you want." With one powerful thrust Clinton slammed the entire length of his shaft within the virgin NFL quim.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Chruma wailed in pain. He tried to shake Clinton from him, forcing his rectum muscles to fight the powerful shaft plugging and ripping him open.
"Fight it," Clinton observed, grinding his pelvis against Chruma's enflamed cheeks, "and it will hurt more." He was pleased at the way the quim convulsed and squirmed around his cock.
Chruma choked on a sob. He could feel every in of the shaft pulsing within him and it sent a searing pain through his body. "Please," he pleaded.
Clinton tilted his head in mock humor. "Please? Please fuck you?" He bucked back and Chruma was momentarily pleased to feel the throbbing cock slide from his butt. However, Clinton didn't fully withdraw, instead slamming forward even harder. Chruma winced and shook in the harness.
"Nooooooooooooooooooo," Chruma tried to work his muscles, warding off the intrusion but only succeeded in suctioning the shaft deeper up his ass.
"Nice.....and.....tight," Clinton gasped gyrating his hips against Chruma's muscled glutes. His trimmed pubes scratched the suffused flesh.
His cock snaked deeper.
Chruma blinked out more tears. Every receptor of his chute felt the veiny intrusion. The pain was slowly receding, but he was too emotionally over wrought and humiliated to comprehend what was happening with his body's reaction.
Clinton ran his hands along the length of Chruma's raised powerful legs.
"Time for the ride of your life," he murmured as he rocked back, thrusting forward just as quickly. Clinton set a powerful pace, his cock sliding between the stretched ass lips, massaging the constricting slick walls of the quim. He pumped harder and Chruma closed his eyes.
Chruma hated what was happening. It was being to feel good; too damn good. He was loath to admit it. He wanted it to hurt. He didn't want to be like a fag, but the sensations now running through his body were too sensational to deny. A shiver ran up his spine, butterflies filled his stomach. He was breathing heavily as he swung in the hardness. Every forward thrust of Clinton's powerful shaft sent electrifying rushes through his body. Gritting his teeth, he convulsed his rectum muscles, trying to suck the massaging shaft deeper. He just refused to look at Clinton and prayed that Clinton was oblivious to the new found pleasure radiating from his body.
Clinton pumped fasted and harder. He understood and Chruma was working his muscles tighter around his burrowing shaft. He grinned. Chruma was enjoying it. As if on cue Chruma's cock rose to full mast right before his eyes.
Chruma abruptly opened his eyes at his erection. He wanted to reach down and shield his cock from Clinton, but.......their eyes met. Chruma's throat muscles convulsed. They maintained eye contact as Clinton slid one hand up Chruma's leg and thigh. Clinton had a soft smile on his lips as his hand moved across Chruma's pelvis and gently grasped Chruma's shaft by the root.
"Nice," Clinton complimented. "I envy your wife's rides on this."
Chruma swallowed the lump in his throat as the warm grasp gently caressed and stroked his length. He blinked but held Clinton's gaze.
"And this tight ass," Clinton marveled pumping faster. His thighs shaking Chruma and the harness roughly.
Whack. Whack. Whack.
Chruma wanted to wrap his legs around Clinton's waist and pull him deeper. He wanted that shaft buried in him now more than ever. He hissed and grunted lightly with every even pump and swing. Clinton's fingers held Chruma tightly as he pummelled the NFL star's rectum. Pre-cum was oozing from Chruma's upright waving shaft. Clinton rain his thumb across the piss slit, smearing the pre-cum into the enflamed pulsing head.
Chruma's breathing grew more ragged. His balls were churning. The friction within his tunnel was causing his heart to race. The swirls in his stomach nearly made his eyes roll back into his head. Every inch of his body was erect and alert to the overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing. He curled his toes and balled his fists, unable to grasp anything for support. His erect nipples felt as if they were on fire from the furnace stoked from Clinton's beautiful cock.
Clinton's balls were heavy and boiling. They slapped against Chruma's hard cheeks, a fulcrum mounting the count to the explosion. "Yeahhhhhh," Clinton hissed through clenched teeth. "Gonna.....fill.....you.....gooddddddd," he chanted with each thrust.
Chruma felt his balls tingle and his neck muscles tensed. "Arghhhhhhhhhhhh," Chruma shivered as ropes of cum erupted from his hard cock. He blinked in wonder as he watched the ropes shoot up into the air. Rope after rope rained down around his pelvis and navel, some splattering across Clinton's stomach. "Ahhhhhhhhhh," Chruma puffed as the last ropes were expelled tightly from his shaft and balls.
Clinton pumped harder and faster watching Chruma's cock shoot. His fingers slid a bit and dug into Chruma's butt cheeks. He hauled the NFL player as close as possible. He was......he was going..........to........."Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk," Clinton threw his head back as his cock jolted and rockets of spoog fired from his shaft. The seed filled Chruma's hole and the slick quim seemed to slurp it up. Clinton pumped and pumped, rocking forward on his feet to ensure Chruma got every drop.
Chruma could feel the warmth increase as Clinton's seed fill him. It slicked around the shaft allowing it to inch deeper. Chruma was amazed. He wanted to hold it all in. He to feel the cum awash his rectum. He frowned at the realization.
"Yeahhhhhhhhhhh," Clinton's balls churned out the last ropes of cum. Clinton inhaled sharply and released a rush of breath. "Nice." He looked at Chruma, but Chruma looked away. Clinton chuckled. "No reason to feel ashamed." He gently patted one of Chruma's raw butt cheeks. "You have the entire weekend to learn to love cock."
Chruma blushed because he did want more. And now, he couldn't but help think about all of his buddies from his former team and how much he wanted to feel each of their cocks rip his ass open. Chruma made a face.
He was fucked now!
to be continued.....