Blog de Sebastien Delacogne

- Hey, you’re ok? asked a young voice when Nick finally opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the face of a teenager, leaning over him. "Guys, this one is awake", he said. Two more kids appeared. Probably seventeen, they were in swimwear and t-shirts. Nick asked himself what they were doing here and mostly:

- Where am I?

- In the basement of the swimming pool, we come here to have some fun sometimes.

Before Nick could image what this "fun" could be, the teen asked:

- What happened to you?

- “We’ve been tortured by some fucking mad men. As he said, Nick tried to sit and rise, but a sharp pain in the stomach forced him to lie down anew. He instinctively put a hand on his belly, his abs were sored and inflated, in a mixture of red and blue, barely visible. The smallest contraction of this part of his body wrenched a groan of pain. He suddenly remembered of Dylan and asked for him.

- Still unconscious, but he’s alive said a teen.

- Please help me get on my feet. Nick escaped a scream as two of the three boys help him to stand up and walk to Dylan. His midsection was in bad shape too, but his defined abs were still visible. His recovering would not last too long.

The three kids were observing the scene, a curious expression on they’re face. They were in fact impressed by Nick and Dylan’s strong bodies. They were skinny kids, aspiring to gain muscles, be proud of them and display them in front of girls and the boys who will envied them. For now, they were at the stage of jealousy and these two gym boys were perfect targets to evacuate their frustration as much as their excitement, already visible through theirs speedos. The kids looked each others, they were thinking the same.

- Can't wake him, can you help me again to take him outside? asked Nick, unaware of what this new trio was planning.

- Sure... we could...

- What ?

One of the kid approach Nick who then had a curious impression of déjà vu.

- We could help, you but... we won’t.

- Wh...! Nick was interrupted by an unexpected kick right between his legs, crushing his ball. He escaped a loud scream and fall to his knees only to receive a sharp knee in the jaw, sending him on his back, half conscious.

- What... the... Nick sputtered.

- Mates, we’re gonna have fun today. Take the big one and bound him to the pillar, we’re gonna play with the small one first.

Two kids grabbed Nick by his feet and dragged him on the ground to the pillar, he tried to defend but he was too weak and received several stomps in the gut by the third kid.

- It’s like stomping in jelly! Quite disappointing, hope the other will be firmer!

- Fuck you!

At the pillar, the kids tried to bound him with the ropes but Nick fight back and placed a kick in one kid’s gut, sending him on the floor, in a fetal position. Leaning on the pillar, he stood up and tried to catch the other teen but were stopped by a live pain behind his head and fell face to the ground.

- Now it should be easier to tied him, said the last boys, throwing down his plank of wood.

- Bastard, he kicked me! Damn, it’s hurts, grumbled the teen as he approached Nick fallen body and kick him on his side and back in return.

- You will have all the time to avenge. Now bound him, and wake him. I want him to see what we prepared for his buddy.

This time, Nick was awakened by some cold water thrown on his face. He was sitting on the floor, his arms firmly tied to the pillar behind him.

- Release me, you scums… outch! again Nick were interrupted by a huge blow his face. How can a kid hit so hard, he think, spiting blood? And then he understood.

- See, I’ve found this brass knuckle by entering, by seeing the state of your gut I guess you already met him, he smiled. Shut up if you don’t want more.

The kids had took off their shirts and were only in speedo now. Nick observed their skinny bodies and their ridiculous little muscles compared to his own. He could have kick their ass so easily normally. But today nothing was normal. He and Dylan had been roughly tortured by three beefy men and now they were at the mercy of fucking kids. Could this day be worse? For now he was worried about Dylan who was still dazed on the ground, this time his arms tied with ropes in his back, in an abdominal stretch position, at the total mercy of these executioners.

- What a sleeper! Let’s see if we can wake him.

The first kid knelt beside him and began to run through Dylan's body with his hand, feeling the softness of the skin, the curve of the pectorals. He caressed the left nipple and pinched it, released the grip and continued his way through the oblique, he felt the striation of his abs and pressed them a little to test the resistance. He then encircled the navel with his finger, this body part was his fetish. Dylan’s one was made of a single hole. The kid put his finger on it and digs a little. He then bend over and plunged his tongue this time in the navel while he was caressing his now ragging dick through his speedo. His friends also had a massive erection looking at him as Nick was disgusted.

Hummm, he have a good taste.

Now his caressing hand changed into a fist, he sat again on his knees, the other hand always in his pant.

- Let’s dig!

The first shot made a "slap" as he connected the navel moistened by the boy's saliva. It was a light shot, which bounced easily on the muscles.

- He seems more in shape than you big boy, he taunted Nick who was looking at him with anger.

The kid resumed the punches and adds methodically more force between each punches, targeting the navel area. As Dylan was unconscious, his abs were unflexed while tensed by his stretched position and the kid tiny fist slowly found his way through the muscles. Each punch was digging deeper. The abdominal muscles were crushed over and over before regaining their place again and again. Dylan stomach started to gurgle as the punches started to reach the intestines.

That’s when the kid stop, shaking his hand.

- Damn, it’s harder that I fought. But it’s do damn good to feel the muscles giving away! Your turn guys.

The others kids took place immediately. One of them sat on Dylan’s upper chest, while the other sat on his legs, stroking the entire chest.

- Do you feel those muscles, fuck, I want the same!

- We can’t have it now, but we can destroy his!

Joining act to words, they start pummeling merciless the poor Dylan’s body which was shaking helplessly under the shots on his chest, abs and oblique. Nick just could not watch his made abused like a doll and closed his eyes, hoping all of this was a bad nightmare. But it was not, and the kids were really enjoying their handiwork. After several minutes, they’re no more hurting muscles, but flesh. That’s when Dylan finally awake slowly and start to moan and groan under the punishment.

The kids, tired, stop punching. Dylan wanted to say something but emitted only grunts.

- Dylan, you’re good?! Asked Nick.

- Shut up, I said! yell the kid by striking again Nick’s face with his brass knuckle.

- Sorry, we played a little with you, man, it was too tempting.

Dylan wanted to stand but was unable to make a single move.

- Nick...

- Don’t worry, it’s almost finished.

- Oh no, it’s not. It’s your turn now.

The two kids left Dylan body, but not before inflict him some kick to the gut, making him roll on his side, puking blood and saliva on the floor in a cough. They approached Nick and without a word, sent a kick on his midsection. Nick instantly bend over and escaped a scream of agony.

- We won’t have fun with this, said one, he’s already destroyed.

- His abs maybe, but I see plenty of other muscles to destroy.

- This one is mine, said the one with the brass knuckle, if the little one move, you know what to do.

Dylan moved himself to face his friend.

Nick...

Don’t worry, it’s gonna be fine.

Nick was always sitting on the ground, his arms tied around the pillar, his legs spread in from of him. The kid started by taking off his sweatpants, revealing two real tree trunks, and crouched near him.

Impressive… I’m gonna love this part…

The first shot in the inner right thigh made on horrible sound and was followed by a scream of Nick and was followed by two more shots at the same spot. He then put his free hand on Nick’s mouth to lessen the scream and control his breath, while pummeling Nick’s legs with the other, over and over. Nick legs were quivering out of control.

- Someone will have trouble to walk tomorrow, the kid laughed.

- Please leave him and take me, begged Dylan.

- No... I can... take it..., grunted Nick.

- Oh, so sweet, sneered one teen.

- Hey mates, work his pecs a little for me, my mother got smallest boobs...

The others kids placed each other of the sides of Nick and delivered him kicks with their bare foot right on his chest one after the other as the last teen press on Nick useless midsection with his own bare feet.

- Who could believe that there were abs muscles here, huh, big boy?

Nick wanted to scream but the incessant kicks to his chest were cutting his breath.

- Come on, you don’t even try to flex! How deep I have to dig to meet some resistance? To the spine?

- Aaahhh... plea... Aaaaahhh... I... I can’t...

- Ok enough, the kids stropped.

Nick coughed more blood and saliva while regaining his breath.

- As you didn’t wanted to flex your abs, I’m gonna destroy something else.

- What about his arms, did you see those guns?

- I barely can circle his biceps with my both hands!

- So be it!

- Give me the brass knuckle, he tried to grab me earlier. Soon you won’t be able to raise your arms.

Nick responded by spitting on his face.

- Oh shit! Take this, said the teen as strike his fist into Nick face before focusing on his right biceps, hurting him again and again and again until it was red and blue. Nick was unable to make a single move to lessen the impacts and were screaming and crying like a fool. When the right arm was done, the kid gives the brass knuckle to the third friend who was planning to destroy the left arm. To increase the pain, he decided to alternate blows to the arm with blow to the rib cage, putting Nick in a true hellish pain.

After several minutes of beating and probably more than a cracked rib, the kid stopped, admiring his work. Nick was totally beaten, barely awoken, crying like a little girl, not able to move a single muscle.
Dylan was shocked, unable to say anything.

- Look, his mate seems really worried.

- He’s probably his boyfriend.

- Hum… this gave me a good idea. Raise him.

The two kids started to put Dylan on his feet who immediately tried to defend himself when the third kid throw a knife and put it under Nick's throat.

I would be gentle if I were you.

- Fuck…!

- Yeah, but not me. You. Unbutton his pants, he asked to his buddies. You’re gonna fuck your boyfriend, but as he can’t stand up, you’ll fuck his mouth. If you don’t...

- You’re crazy, yell Dylan.

- Move him.

Still tied, the two kids pushed him towards Nick and lowered his underpants until his crotch match Nick’s face.

- Nick, be a nice boy and open your mouth.

Nick looked Dylan in desperation, they had no choice. He opened his lips and took Dylan soft cock in his mouth. The warm and wet mouth of Nick aroused Dylan more than he could expected, and, pushed by his torturers, he started to move back and forth in his mate throat who took it silently. The kids started to stroke their dick admiring the show and moans started to be heard in the basement.

Naturally, Dylan's soft dick began to grow in Nick's mouth as he started to suck it gentle and moaning. Dylan was now moaning too, he was moving his pelvis without assistance now, taking some weird pleasure to fuck his best friend mouth, his mouth so hot, so hungry. Nick was sucking for good now, as if he had always wanted to. He don’t even noticed that the kids came closer to them and stroked their raging dick, ready to cum on his face and body. Dylan’s moves became faster, his moans louder and louder, he suddenly felt his semen leaving his balls, making it way through his penis and exploded in Nick mouth who swallowed it until the last spurt, moaning as his own sperm was filling up his underpants.

At the same moments the kids shoot their loads too in several huge white jets on Nick face, chest and abs.

They stayed here few seconds.

And then the kids took their clothes and left the basement without a word, leaving Nick and Dylan alone... done.