Date: Sat, 20 Apr 2024 17:34:50 +0200
From: GRAEME PATERSON <fatboy71@gmx.com>
Subject: Fatboy71 - 4

This story is total fantasy, regrettably, set in a parallel universe
without STDs or homophobic violence. Please feel free to contact me if you
have any ideas or suggestions as to how you would like me to continue the
story! Fatboy71@gmx.com

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Fatboy71 -- 4

Last time; Jon was taken to the bathroom by Chris and is finding out what
his future will probably hold...

***

Now that he had the chance to look at Chrissy more closely, Jonny realised
that he had absolutely no body hair, not even in his groin.  "Chris, you
have no hair, not even down below..."  "nah, it was all lasered away.  It's
fine, it makes moisturising so much easier!  I'll ask the Master to let you
do me tonight.  Then you'll see how erotic being so fat is...  Good, you're
running clear again -- just as well we checked, dear!  Let's go back to
Master Andrew."

Again, Jon was fascinated with the movement of Chrissy's flesh as he
followed him along the corridor.

They went back into the grand sitting room where their master was waiting
for them.  "We're both clean now, Master Andrew.  I was wondering if you
would permit Jonny to apply my moisturiser tonight, once you have finished
with him, please?"  "Good idea, fatso, but I'm going nowhere near him until
he's been lasered and he's put on at least fifty pounds!  No, he can watch
me breeding you, and then apply the oil!"  "Very good, Sir, thank you.
C'mon, dear, you can help me get into position!"

Chrissy led his protégé through to a room which turned out to
be a fully functioning "dungeon".  "WOW!" was all Jonny could manage.
"Yes, and it's fully soundproofed, dear, so no matter how much you scream
or shout, no-one will come to your aid!"  Whilst they had been talking,
Chrissy had got up onto a padded bench with a set of stocks at the head.
"Right, come on dear, help me into this contraption, please? Make sure to
shoot the bolts!"

No sooner than Jonny had locked his friend in the stocks, when the door
burst open and in strode Master Andrew, divested of his rubber suit and
clad in a leather chest harness.  "boi! Come and learn your master's scent
and taste. Get me good and wet for fucking the pig!" Jonny was on his knees
in front of Master Andrew before he had finished speaking.  He knew the
drill from other men he had gone down on.  Lean in close, but don't touch,
then a deep breath in through your nose and, "Master Andrew, Sir, may this
lowly faggot pig slave be permitted to learn its new master's scent and
taste by worshipping his magnificent cock and helping prepare it for
fucking fat pig Chrissy, please?!"  "Granted, faggot. Get to work!"

Now, what none of us know yet is that Jonny has been sucking cock for
around ten years -- the advantages of a private education!  He started with
his form tutor, Mr Wilson -- Master Andrew's brother -- as an alternative
to 3 hours of detention.  He was a natural and word soon spread amongst the
male staff that Jennings would give you an awesome blow job instead of
taking his punishment...

So. Taking another deep breath, Jonny smelt his master's taint and scrotum,
then drew his tongue ever so gently and slowly back up to the uncut head,
repeating the action six or seven times.  Licking the head tenderly, like a
lollipop, Jon slipped his tongue under the foreskin, just enough to tickle
the jap's eye... "Uunnngghhh" came from above.  "What's wrong, Master?
Would you like me to stop?" Jonny asked, innocently.  "Geez no! My brother
was right, you're a star! Carry on!"  Jonny took a big breath and relaxing
his throat, swallowed all nine inches to the root, burying his nose in his
master's neatly trimmed pubic hair.  Using his throat, he massaged the
bulbous head and tickled the sensitive underside of the penis with his
tongue.  "SHIT!!! You made me cum, boi!  I should belt your arse for that,
but OHH. MY. DAYS! You're GOOD!  Chrissy, you need lessons from this little
slut!  I can't fuck you now.  Jonny, release his fat ass and you can teach
him how to oil you up..."

The slaves went to a bedroom.  Chrissy told Jonny, "I should be livid with
you, dear, for depriving me of my fuck, but I have NEVER seen him that
elated by a bloody blow job!  He's right, you need to give me lessons...
Anyway, I need to give YOU lessons in moisturising me.  Get hold of that
bottle of baby oil and come here.  You can start with my shoulders.  I like
my front done last!"

With that pronouncement, Chrissy lay face down on the rubber sheeted bed.
Jonny tentatively poured some oil into the palm of his left hand and rubbed
his hands together to warm the oil.  He didn't fancy the wrath of a
slightly inconvenienced homosexual for putting cold baby oil on his back!
Jonny started with Chrissy's shoulders, working out from the middle of his
back.  Surprised by the soft, dough-like consistency, he felt the blood
rushing to his groin, and his cock trying to get hard in its prison.  As he
worked down the 300lb body he was straddling, Jonny found himself at
Chrissy's bum.  Gingerly, he parted the huge mounds of flesh and took a
sniff.  Clean, with just a hint of musk. He rolled his tongue into a point,
and delicately ran it over the rosebud.  There was a sharp gasp from
Chrissy, then, "Ooh!  Naughty!" "Am I not allowed to do that?" Jonny asked,
with a touch of concern in his voice.  "Not to me, no.  You will be allowed
to rim the Master though.  Finish my bum, then I'll turn over.  Start with
my legs and work your way up."

Jon did as instructed, working his way from heel to rump, first on the
left, and then the right.  Unsure, he asked, "what about your groin?"
"Leave that, dearie, I'll show you once we're finished."  Jonny continued,
massaging the oil into Chrissy, his enormous body squishy and yielding
under Jonny's tender manipulations.  Chrissy's belly fat rippled and
undulated as Jonny pushed the baby oil into his skin.  On he went, covering
his fat friend in oil, rubbing it into Chrissy's sides, the massive slabs
of lard that had formed under his arms, that eventually became his chest.
"Ooh, yeah, baby! Work those titties! Make me lactate... Yeah, oohh
yeesss!"  Jonny started kissing the huge nipples, suddenly, without
warning, he bit down. "OHH! MARY, MOTHER OF THE SWEET BABY JESUS!!! Bite
the other one!"  Hearing all the noise, Master Andrew stuck his head round
the door, "everything okay boiz?"  "Yes Master, ohh yes! This one has to
stay!"  "I'm already working on that fatso, relax!  Now, go and show faggot
where the bedtime shakes are. Two for him, four for you! G'night!"

To be continued

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