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Darren turned his head toward the newcomer and saw Benedict Cumberbatch walking toward him, leading someone on a leash like a dog. It was Tom Holland. Darren could see his hands were in some kind of leather mitts, he wore pads on his knees, and a long rubber tail stuck out of his ass, wagging back and forth as he crawled along.
"Just had to pick up Spidey-Whore."
"It's about time." Growled Bradley. "I gotta fucking piss. Get over here whore!" He demanded. Holland obediently crawled over to Bradley as he fished his semi hard cock out of his speedos. "I was about to baptise our new slut." Holland opened his mouth and Bradley shoved his cock in it and let his bladder loose. Holland swallowed Bradley's huge stream as best he could.
"Hurry up!" Said Alexander. "I gotta use our toilet too."
Bradley pulled his cock out and said, "go ahead." Alexander shoved his cock in the waiting mouth next and let go his flow while Bradley finished by pissing on Holland's face.
"Fuck it!" Said Jake as he whipped his out next and let loose all over Holland's back.
"Come here," said Ryan, grabbing Tom. "Let's make him drink both of ours at once!" Holland opened his mouth as wide as he could as the two stars shoved their cockheads in and let go their own piss. Chris pulled his cock out and pissed all over the back and ass of the younger man.
"Don't worry." Jake whispered into Darren's ear. "All this and more will happen to you." Darren just stared in horror.
"Suck up that piss on the ground, whore!" Demanded Chris. Holland did his best to obey while the men laughed.
"So where were you picking him up from?" Asked Tom.
"He spent the night at Bryan Singers." Replied Benedict. "He's a little older than Bryan likes, but he still looks really young, and when Bryan gets coked up, he doesn't care as long as he can use them hard. Besides, it wasn't just him. Bryan threw a gangbang last night. Invited a bunch of the old guys over. Tell your Masters how many loads you took, whore!"
"27 loads Sirs!" Replied Holland.
"And what do you say whore?"
"Thank you Sirs! Thank you for allowing me to be used, and beaten for their amusement."
"Good whore. Now go to the corner!" Darren watched as Holland obediently crawled to the corner of the fence, and noticed the huge, ugly red welts that covered his back and ass. He also noticed that Holland's cock was locked up in a chastity cage. He shuddered, wondering what was going to happen to him.
"Well," said Chris, "I don't see any reason to wait now that we're all here. The X should be really hitting our new bitch about now, the Viagra is certainly working." With that, Chris grabbed one of Darren's ankles, and Alexander grabbed the other, and together they pulled Darren off the lounge and dragged him across the patio and into the house. He kicked and struggled, but it was no use. They dragged him through the house, into the den, where Chris pushed a secret button and the wall slid open, revealing a hidden dungeon. Many various things lined the wall, whips, various restraints, dildos of all kinds. Someone released the handcuffs, and Darren didn't even try to resist. He knew there was no point. These men would get what they want. They picked him up and laid him in a sling, quickly securing his arms and legs so he was immobile. Benedict led Holland into the room and said to Chris,
"You know, we really need to get a new tail for the whore with a bigger plug. This one slides in way too easily. Especially since he was getting fisted repeatedly last night. His cunt isn't what it used to be."
"Well, this will do for now," said Chris, picking up an obscenely large butt plug."
"Oh yes, sneered Benedict, "this will do nicely! Ass up!" He ordered. Holland obeyed without hesitation.
"See how well trained he is." Ryan said to Darren. He will do anything, and I mean ANYTHING, he's told."
"That's going to be you soon." Said Jake. "You'll have to leave your wife, of course." Darren just shook his head.
"Oh yes," said Chris. "We can make you, and we can also destroy you. We get what we want. Do you think Spidey-Whore there chose this? No. WE chose him. We made him. Just like we're going to make you!" Darren could feel the sweat running down him as he listened to these words.
Benedict put on a leather glove and held it under Holland's ass as he grabbed the tail and pulled it out as fast as he could. Holland clenched his mouth shut and whimpered in pain, but didn't move. His asshole was a nice, red rosebud, sticking out about 2 inches. A copious amount of cum poured out, onto the waiting glove, making a large pool.
"Ohhhhh yeah." Moaned Jake. "Now that's a fucking wrecked hole. I still remember how tight he was the night we broke him open. How deep did they get their fists in you whore?"
"Elbow deep Sirs." He replied.
"Well," said Jake, "guess we'll have to keep working you open until we make it to the shoulder. Would you like that whore?"
"Yes Sirs. Whatever YOU want Sirs!"
"That's right, whore. Whatever WE want!" Sneered Benedict. "Would you do the honors, Tom?" He asked, handing the huge plug to him.
"Gladly!" He replied, placing the tip into Holland's gaping hole.
"Open your mouth whore." Said Benedict, placing the cum filled glove against his mouth. Holland obediently opened and started licking up the cum. Tom placed his foot against the plug that was already half way in. Then, with no warning, he slammed his foot down with all his might, ramming the huge plug into the waiting hole. Holland screamed as his sore, used hole was stretched wider than ever before.
"Fuck yeah." Said Alexander. "I love it when they scream." He grabbed Holland's hair, pulling his head back. "What do you say whore!"
"Thank you SIRS!" He croaked as loud as he could. Alexander laughed as he spit on the whore's face, right in his eye.
"Get in the cage!" He ordered. Holland crawled to a dog cage in the corner and laid down, waiting for when he would be needed next.
"Well," said Chris, "that was fun. Now for the main event!"