Chapter 6: Latex Fuck Puppet
The thick, salty head of Erik’s cock slammed into the back of Johannes’s throat, cutting off his choked scream. Gagging, Johannes instinctively tried to pull back, but Erik’s hand fisted hard in his hair, holding him fast. The latex harness Ben had cinched tight around his hips and chest, ruthlessly strapping Johannes’s rigid cock upright, kept him locked in place beneath Harriet. Her weight pinned his pelvis down, his erection held perfectly vertical, buried deep inside her soaking pussy. Her juices smeared his lower belly, hot and slick.
"Swallow it, cuck," Erik grunted, pushing deeper. His heavy balls slapped against Johannes’s chin as the thick shaft stretched his jaw wide. "Suck it like you mean it. Your wife’s getting fucked on your dick, and you’re just a fucking fleshlight for mine." Pre-cum flooded Johannes’s mouth, thick and bitter.
Above him, Harriet whimpered. Every involuntary spasm in Johannes’s throat as Erik fucked it made his hips jerk against the harness. The rigid cockhead trapped inside her shifted, grinding against her deepest spots. The leather straps bit into his skin, preventing him from thrusting freely, turning him into nothing more than a vibrating plug. Her internal muscles clenched, a vice around him. "Oh god... oh fuck..." she moaned, her head thrashing back against the rubber sheet. Her eyes were wide, unfocused, seeing the red-lit ceiling, the chrome fixtures, the dark lens of the camera humming silently in the corner. Her conservative world had disintegrated into raw, degrading sensation. "It’s... too much... Johannes... feels..."
"Feels good, doesn't it, slut?" Shawn rumbled, standing beside the writhing pile. He watched with predatory satisfaction, his own thick cock resting heavily on Johannes’s forehead. He traced the leaking tip over Johannes’s eyebrow, smearing pre-cum. "Your husband’s cock buried where it belongs – strapped down, while men use him. Bet he never made you clench like this, did he?" He smacked Johannes’s cheek lightly with his shaft. "Bet he never made you leak all over his belly just from getting fucked in the throat."
Erik pulled out almost entirely, leaving Johannes gasping for air, strings of saliva and pre-cum connecting his lips to Erik’s glistening head. "Open wider," Erik commanded calmly. Johannes, dazed, obeyed, mouth gaping. Erik shoved back in hard, hitting his throat again. "That’s it. Take it deep, cuck. Feel it. Taste it."
Each brutal thrust down Johannes’s throat sent a corresponding jolt through his hips. Harriet cried out sharply. "Ah! Yes! There! Fuck, right there!" Her fingernails dug into Johannes’s shoulders as she instinctively ground down on the rigid cock impaling her. The movement forced Johannes deeper into Erik’s relentless assault. The latex squeaked beneath them, the air thick with the smell of sweat, rubber, sex, and the sharp tang of Johannes’s fear and humiliation.
"Fuck his slutty little mouth harder, Erik," Shawn urged, his voice a dark growl. "Make him choke. I want to feel him gagging on your cock."
Erik obliged. He picked up the pace, pistoning into Johannes’s throat with deep, rapid strokes, the thick shaft bulging visibly in his neck. Johannes gagged violently, tears streaming down his temples, mixing with the sweat and pre-cum smeared on his face. His body convulsed, straining against the harness. Each gag triggered a desperate, jerking thrust upwards, scraping his cockhead against Harriet’s swollen cervix. She screamed, a high-pitched sound of overwhelmed pleasure, her body shuddering violently as an orgasm ripped through her, drenching Johannes’s trapped cock and belly. "FUCK!Johannes! Oh god, oh god!" Her pussy clamped down like a fist, milking him as she rode the waves.
"Look at that, cuck," Shawn laughed, grabbing Johannes’s jaw and forcing his teary eyes to look up at Harriet’s ecstatic, twisted face. "You made your wife cum just by choking on dick."
As Harriet’s climax subsided, leaving her trembling and gasping, Erik finally pulled his slick cock from Johannes’s abused throat with a wet pop. Johannes gasped great lungfuls of the fetid air, coughing, his throat raw and burning. Spit and pre-cum dripped from his chin.
"Flip him," Ben’s quiet voice cut through the heavy breathing. He stood near the foot of the rubber sheet, his latex-gloved hands already slick with lubricant. His gaze was fixed on Johannes’s ass, still exposed above the harness straps. "His turn for a fill-up."
Shawn grunted agreement. He grabbed Harriet’s latex-clad hips. "Up, slut. Let’s rearrange the furniture." He lifted her easily off Johannes’s softening cock. She whimpered as he slid out, collapsing bonelessly onto her side, watching with dazed eyes. Her pussy glistened, swollen and dripping onto the rubber.
Shawn grabbed Johannes’s shoulder and roughly flipped him onto his stomach. The harness straps dug painfully into his chest and hips, forcing his ass high in the air. His spent cock, sticky with Harriet’s juices, hung trapped beneath him. He felt utterly exposed, violated. Erik knelt, spreading Johannes’s cheeks wide with his thumbs, exposing the tight, pink pucker. Ben squeezed a thick glob of clear lube onto his fingers and pressed one thick digit against the entrance.
"No... please..." Johannes rasped, his voice wrecked.
"Shut the fuck up," Shawn barked, planting a heavy boot on Johannes’s back, pinning him down. "You wanted this. You dreamed about this for months, you pathetic fuck. Now you get it. Take it."
Ben’s finger slid in, slow and deliberate, stretching the tight ring of muscle. Johannes cried out, the intrusion sharp and alien. Ben worked him methodically, adding a second finger, then a third, scissoring him open. The lube was cold, but the friction burned. Ben’s latex gloves felt unnervingly smooth against Johannes’s most intimate flesh. "Big cock, Johannes," Ben murmured, almost conversationally. "Bigger than yours. Bigger than you’ve ever taken. Gonna fill you up good." He added more lube, the sound obscenely wet.
"Ready for him?" Erik asked, positioning himself behind Johannes, his heavy, tattooed cock already slicked and glistening, the swollen red head nudging against the stretched hole Ben was preparing.
Ben withdrew his fingers. "He’s ready." He stepped back, wiping his gloves on a towel, his expression impassive but his eyes dark with anticipation. His own significant balls hung heavy.
Erik didn’t hesitate. He gripped Johannes’s hips hard, thumbs digging into the flesh above the harness straps. He leaned forward, putting his weight behind it, and pushed. The thick, blunt head pressed against Johannes’s resistance, then breached him with a sickening, stretching burn. Johannes screamed, a raw, animal sound muffled by the rubber sheet. His body arched, trying to escape the invasion, but Shawn’s boot held him firm, and Erik kept pushing. Inch by agonizing inch, the massive shaft forced its way deep into Johannes’s bowels. It felt like being ripped apart, a searing, all-consuming violation that obliterated everything else. He sobbed, fingers clawing uselessly at the rubber beneath him.
"Fuck yeah," Erik groaned, bottoming out, his hips flush against Johannes’s ass. He paused for a second, letting Johannes feel the sheer, impossible girth buried inside him, stretching him wider than he thought possible. "Tight little cunt. Never been properly fucked, huh?" He pulled back slowly, dragging his thick cock almost all the way out, then slammed back in with brutal force.
Johannes shrieked. The harness straps cut into him as Erik began a savage rhythm, pounding into his ass with deep, powerful strokes. Each thrust jolted his entire body forward on the rubber sheet, his trapped cock rubbing painfully against the slick surface. Tears blurred his vision. The pain was immense, a white-hot tearing, but beneath it, a terrifying, unwanted spark of sensation flickered – a deep, internal pressure that resonated strangely.
Shawn leaned down, his breath hot on Johannes’s ear. "How’s that feel, cuck? Getting fucked like the bitch you are? Your wife’s watching. She’s seeing what a filthy slut you really are." He chuckled darkly. "Bet she’s never seen your asshole stretched this wide."
Harriet was watching. Propped up on one elbow, her eyes were wide, fixed on where Erik’s massive cock pistoned relentlessly into her husband. Her lips were parted, her breathing shallow. Shock, horror, and a morbid, undeniable fascination warred on her flushed face. The sight was grotesque, humiliating... and weirdly captivating. Johannes, her Johannes, reduced to this sobbing, writhing receptacle. Seeing Erik’s heavy balls slap against his ass with each thrust, seeing the obscene stretch of his hole around the thick shaft... it felt like seeing something forbidden, monstrously intimate.
"Look at him, Harriet," Shawn commanded, standing straight again. "Look at your husband taking a real cock. Look how deep Erik’s burying it in his ass. Look how fucking pathetic he is."
Erik grunted, shifting his angle. He slammed hard, hitting something deep inside Johannes that made his whole body jerk violently. A choked, gasping sound escaped Johannes, not entirely pain. His cock twitched against the rubber, smearing a wet patch beneath him. "Found it," Erik muttered, a feral grin spreading across his face. He adjusted his stance, starting a punishing rhythm aimed directly at Johannes’s prostate. "Gonna milk this cuck dry from the inside."
The sensation changed. The sharp agony of the stretch was still there, a raw, burning ache, but it was now overlaid by deep, jolting waves of intense, unwanted pleasure radiating from his core. It was too much – the violation, the pain, the alien pressure igniting sparks of ecstasy deep in his gut. His cock, despite his terror and shame, began to swell again, trapped painfully beneath him. He whimpered, a sound lost beneath Erik’s guttural groans and the slick, slapping sounds of flesh against flesh. He was being reamed open, his body betraying him, responding to the brutal assault. Sweat poured down his back, mingling with the lube dripping from his ravaged hole. The hidden camera hummed, capturing his utter collapse, his transformation under the relentless pounding into nothing more than a trembling, penetrated hole.