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Cruel sex
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
The Abbot of Casse-de-l'Eaux was putting the final touches on a
grand festivity prepared for the birthday of the Marquis de Sade. His
dear friend the Marquis had often protested that the Abbot's fat
eleven inch prod buggering his ass was all the present any libertine
could desire, but the monk took delight in preparing a vastly
lubricious tableau -- and not just for his friend, either. The virtues
of friendhsip and love were entirely unknown to these reprobates who
gleefully used each other and were happily used thus to further their
own orgiastic desires.
Monsieur l'Abbe had carefully abducted a full hundred of the
prettiest boys he could find and filled a chapel with their bodies
bound so that one could enter and see nothing but firm, round asses
protruding from each wall and in every direction. Each of these
Ganymedes had been especially chosen for his beauty and primarily for
the firm roundness of his bum. Some were however given special
consideration for other of their lovely features as we shall see
later.
The abbot had also chosen four great fuckers to service the marquis
as he would himself service his great hareem. Each of these studs was
over six feet and a half tall and possessed of a member more than a
foot long. The first was Auguste, who was 6 foot 8, and covered with
dark black curls so that he looked almost like a rampaging grizzily
bear more than a man. His enourmous tool measured 14 inches long and
seemed perpetually stiff. His evil temper offered no control of his
libido and rarely would he long restrain himself from thrusting his
oversized rod into the nearest bum, willing or not.
The second was a peasant from Strasbourg named Charles. He was none
too bright, but eager to please. His prodigious work on the farm where
he was born had built his muscles to make him a veritable Hercules,
and his love muscles was better developed than any other part of his
physiognomy. A village duenna bought him form his farm for more
pleasurable work and he was much enjoyed by wealthy old lechers who
would enjoy facilitating his equine instrument into haplessly virginal
bums which would invariably be viciously ripped asunder. One withered
old catamite had prefered to take the monstrosity into his own
withered tunnel, remarking that he hadn't enjoyed such lubricious
friction -- short of an arm -- in many years.
Eduardo was the third, a swarthy Spaniard with much of the Moor in
him. He was so dark, tha the black curls which covered his chest were
barely visible. Above the pendulous balls that hung halfway to his
knees rose a prick that curved upward like a scimtar. It was narrow at
the base, but rose up a full eighteen inches and widened so that it
almost looked like a cobra at the thick head. The effect was maddening
on its recipients, but we shall see that in greater detail later.
Next to this satyr was a sinister Russian named Nikolai who had been
banished from the Czardom. He boasted that he had torn open the cunt
of the Empress Catherine, even thought it was famously well-worn. His
erect member was 15 inches but so slender that few people beleived his
tale until he removed the usual rings that occupied his piercings and
replaced them with studs that were barbed so as to rip open the flesh
of his desire's victim. His own body had been pierced almost
everywhere imaginable and this human pincushion wore chains connecting
the various orifices he had created. If he delighted in anything more
than having the chains pulled so as to rip his flesh it was visiting
the same outrage on others less eager.
The terror of Nikolai's visage was hardly necessary next to the
imposing figures of the others who easily managed the pretty little
boys as they were ushered a few at a time into the play room, and
secured into their positions of helplessness. 92 of the boys were
properly secured and eight remained locked in the monastery cells, for
the Abbot knew that de Sade would enjoy leading these boys from the
hope of freedom to the futility of their doom.
A bell ringing from the main gate alerted the Abbot to the arrival
of his guest of honor and he rushed to the main door to welcome him
in.
"Monsieur le Marquis, you precious old fart. What an honor to
recieve you on your nativity!"
"Now I'm sure you've prepared something to recieve me that's more
inviting than your famously well-used arsehole."
"Ah, but your grace, I've kept my buttocks in fine condition as you
may see for yourself." And so saying the Abbot lifted his robe to
display a well rounded butt covered with a thick blonde down.
"What an ass you have," declared the Marquis, "Indeed, allow me to
kiss that lovely pillow of fur." And he thrust his face into the
bunghole and fucked it vigourously with his tongue. "Ah, but such an
ass should be well-fucked, as I know it often is."
"Later, my dear friend,let us save something for later. First let me
introduce you to those who may indeed spend their fuck copiously in
both our holes while we share our seed with the fine victims I've
prepared for our pleasure.
"First allow me to introduce Charles. Strong as a horse, twice as
hung, and almost as smart." And the dim stalwart entered wearing only
a bit and reins. "But this time the horse shall ride the man.
"And Auguste whose generous endowment might easily reach his knees
if it would only soften enough to do so." The giant entered wearing
but leather chaps and a vest that easily fell open toreveal his
massive chest. He was -- as ever -- stroking on his member and
screaming for somebody to take it.
"Indeed I shall," the Marquis agreed, " and he thrust himself over
the chair to recieve the Gargantua while he met the other two, first
Eduardo and then Nikolai.
"Ah, what heavenly company. Let me roll over and let Auguste fuck my
face while the moor impales my fundament with his weapon. You others
stand by and allow me to frig your pricks."
The Abbot delightedly eased the bulbuous head of the moor's rod into
the Marquis' ass and as it narrowed it slid easily in, perhaps a
little too easily, but no complaint was heard. If de Sade opend his
thraot to release a scream it was only filled all the harder and
faster with the prodding of Auguste's fuckrod. The abbot directed
Charles to suck on the Marquis' prick, but not to swallow the juice of
his fuck, but to blow it into his ass. The centaur laved the
nobleman's prick carefully with his tongue and with grunts announced
the fulfillment of his labors. But the announcement was unnecessary,
for the heaving of our hero's ecstacy was such that it provoked flying
spurts of fuck from all the friends.
"And now for dinner."
The two gentlemen and their studs retired to a dining room where
they were served by eight of the prettiest young boys imaginable
wearing naught but flowers in their hair and iron manacles and
pedicles. The menu was so exquisite and sumptuous that it would take
far too long to relate. The young adonises who served these libertines
were more often than not obliged to have the foods inserted into their
fundaments from whence most of the meal was ulitmately eaten. The lads
were all taken from good religious homes so that they were humiliated
and shocked by such actions almost to tears, but they bore the
perversity bravely understanding that they would be handsomely
rewarded and released to freedom upon completion of their duties. If
they dared to weep or to complain or to resist they would be killed.
While regaining their strength over a lavish repast de Sade lectured
his guests on the historical absurdity of morality and of laws. Even
the Abbot admitted cheerily that his profession was a fraud designed
to accrue wealth and safety in which to enjoy his vices.
The abbot then excused himself to arrange desert which he soon
brought out in the form of four of the boys tied upside down, thier
back together in a circle with their arms painfully balancing
themselves so that their necks would not break under the weight of
their bodies. Their legs were tied to their bellies so that their bums
stuck straight up with lit candles protruding therefrom. The raised
hinidquarters were dripping with a gooey icing.
"Would you make a wish and blow out the candles?" offered the
cleric.
"No, my dear. My wish is to see the candles burn all the way and to
see these fellows scream and suffer as their bungs are scorched."
So they wheeled the confection into the room whre there pleasures
would continue. And what a sight greeted their eyes. The walls were
lined fully with dangling bodies some rightside up, some upside down,
all beautiful boys with splendid asses. On tables there were piles of
bodies with the legs tied out so that one face down upon the other
would provide a stack of open crotches. The Marquis immediately fell
to one of these where he would lick and bite at the cocks and balls
and assholes and thighs that greeted him in crowded profusion. The
stack of boycrotches was so high and thick that he could fuck the one
on the bottom, rim the one on the top and pull and frig at all the
bums and pricks inbetween. "Bring me a martinet!" he cried and he
took to lashing the tender white thighs until they were crimson. Then
did he return to buggering and sucking rimming the boys whose faces he
never bothered to look at. But he could tell from the writhing of the
bodies,so much as the bonds would allow, that they were suffering
hideously. When he tired of these he would go about the room kissing,
fondling, and whipping the buttocks presented to him. One poor boy in
a sling with his ass pointing to complete availability was chosen to
be deflowered by the moor. The lad screamed with agony as the thick
head was pried into his virginal bunghole, but the tapering shaft
allowed the abused sphincter to tighten, only forcing the monstrosity
in all the deeper, agonizing the hapless catamite to the delight of
his captors. His screams were such that the Marquis instructed the
mad Russian to fill the boy's mouth with his barbed pole. Auguste
fucked the Marquis and the centaur took the abbot while they frigged
each other over the lad's punishment.
"Do you recognize this one?" offered the abbot as they moved onto
another victim. The bound child must have been thirteen and was
graced with a head full of blonde curls which were just beginning to
be matched about the prettiest little prick imaginable.
"Surely," replied de Sade, "this is one of the Pope's bastards,
being kept in the home of the King's niece since her sister bore the
brat."
"Kept no more, he was a difficult prize, but worth the pleasure to
you, I hope?"
"To give church and state their due in one fell stroke will surely
amuse me. I feel proper homage ready to present itself now." And so
saying the Marquis instructed the child unshackled and laid on his
back before him. Thus presented he squatted upon the boys mouth and
tugged viciously at the child's balls while inserting a turd into his
mouth.
"The lad doesn't even get hard!" cried de Sade. "But we'll be
generous. Let all shit in his mouth and if he fails to ejaculate in
that time we'll but remove the ineffectual organ."
The gentlemen and their fuckers all relieved themselves so and more
for after such a full meal all had a fierce need to piss as well as to
shit. Indeed the young idiot failed completely to appreciate the
bounty laid to him so Nikolai produced a razor and punished him as
promised.
"Do you think your parentage gives you the honor of such attention?"
sneered de Sade, "Hah! This is nothing but food for contemplation as
we incite our lubricity and sew terror in the minds of these other
boys whose sufferings will make yours pale into insignficance."
He then selected four young cherubs and secured them so that he
could watch the four studs each ram their pricks into their throats
rendering them fully unable to breathe while he fucked one, sucked on
the ass of another and forced his greased fingers into the asses of
the other two. Meanwhile the Abbot fucked the Marquis who enjoyed the
exquisite spasms of his four victims struggling futilely for breath
while engorged on cock. The fuckers withdrew only enough to ensure
that the victims would not pass out, but just as the Marquis neared
climax, they would snap the boys' pretty little necks so the
philosopher could enjoy his climax in the mortal spasms of the lovely
quartet.
"Here's one I especially want to share with you. My own son, I'm
proud to say and a beauty he is at the threshold of puberty. Already
his ass is beginning to get as hairy as his papa's, but take this
razor and shave it if you like." So saying the monk handed the blade
to his guest and could the marquis be blamed if he was so enraptured
that his hand slipped and left deep bleeding cuts in the lad's ass.
"Your boy should savor the source of his being," pronounced the
Marquis. "Suck your daddy's dick while I take you from the rear."
The son was bound firmly in a sling with his face and ass available to
the world and unable to resist. To make the scene a trifle more
amusing Charles was instructed to insert his shaft along side de
Sade's inside the boy.
"The brat bit me!" exclaimed his dad.
"Then," ordered de Sade, "I shall make room for Auguste to join
Charles and you may enjoy the friction of his teeth all the more."
"But this is not to my liking, if I dare say!"
"You alone have such privelege, my dear friend. Then if your
brat has inherited your taste for blood let him taste his own with the
Russian's meathook thrust in his gullet. You and I shall join in his
ass while Charles fucks you and Auguste takes my own ass. I want to
suck on Eduardo's ebon prick while you tonguefuck his bung." The
tableau was adopted and was carefully orchestrated so that the boy's
suffering lasted exactly as long as the Marquis' pleasure.
And so the merry debauchery continued the rest of the day and de
Sade was heard then and thereafter to declare that the Abbot had
offered him the greater birthday celebration than anyone could even
hope for.
Donatien Alphonse-Francois, Comte de Sade
June 2, 1740 - December 2, 1814
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