Twink Feast

Written by Gregory Hanes

The night is Thanksgiving Night, but unfortunately for our masked-modeling boy wonder it is not a happy one. Once again MT, better known the world over as "The Masked Twink", awakes to find himself naked, bound, gagged, and blindfolded. As often as this sort of thing happens, one might start to think MT actually gets off to this. For the moment, the Masked Twink has no idea where he is, but all around him he hears the murmuring of many voices. He can hear the voices saying things like,

"That's him! I can't believe we finally got him!"

"Wasn't that hard. We caught him outside a bar. He was drunk off his ass."

"I can't wait to spread my butter across those golden-brown buns."

Once the blindfold has been removed the Masked Twink looks around to find himself surrounded by a host of gay bears, wolves, and otters; all of them men ravenous with hunger. Each and every one of them leer at the hogtied masked boy laying on the table with lust in their eyes. They lick their lips and grab hold of their protruding bulges anxiously anticipating the ripe feast they are about to partake of.

"Oh God! I'm just dying for a taste of this sweet brown boy!" A rotund bearded man says before flicking out his tongue suggestively.

"Hey, don't worry. There's enough of him for everybody." The man standing next to him replies.

"Gather around everyone! It's time! Let's stuff this turkey!" laughs a large hairy muscle man as he grabs hold of MT's legs.

After the muscled wolf undoes the rope binding his ankles, MT immediately starts kicking, trying to fight off the horny horde, but two men quickly seize hold of his legs and spread him wide leaving his sweet young boy pussy exposed and vulnerable.

"Oh Boy! We got ourselves a feisty one!" Exclaims the gay wolf. The man takes firm grip of the Twink's balls, squeezing them in a death grip as he says, "I love it when my food has a kick!"

MT groans loudly through his gag as the hairy muscle man continues to squeeze his balls. All the other men laugh at the noises he makes and stroke their hard cocks as the adrenaline courses through their blood.

"You going to cooperate, boy or do I have to make jam out of these grapes of yours?" the man asks with a smile.

Realizing he has no choice, the Masked Twink reluctantly nods his head submitting himself to the will of the sex-crazed mob. One after another the host of homosexual bears, wolves, and otters plunge their stiff wet cocks deep into the Masked Twink's moist young hole. Gradually, the minutes pass into an hour. MT's initial reluctance has diminished into a begrudged submission and shameful pleasure. His groans and squeals have become half-pleasant moans of sensual pleasure. In just the last 35 minutes alone he has blown his load three times, and now a fourth money shot is presently pending. 

Occasionally, the anal drilling stops just long enough for some especially hungry pervs to slip a little tongue in-between the Twink's firm butt cheeks.

"Mmm-hmm-hmm!" One such perv happily exclaims. "Ah, he tastes like brown sugar! Ugh! I just can't get enough of this boy!"

The man forcefully thrusts his tongue deep as it will go into MT's quivering anus causing him to moan loudly. For nearly 10 minutes, the old man and several others ecstatically lap up the Masked Twink's butthole, phallus, and balls until they glisten under the overhead light from the copious layers of saliva.

"Ah, what a sweet young man!" The oldest of them says.

His remark is met with resounding laughter as MT blushes and whimpers fighting against the mixture of shame and carnal gratification bubbling inside him.

"He's certainly enjoying himself. The little slut has cum three times and I think he might be ready to bust again." a tall hairy man remarks.

"I hope so. His cum taste almost as sweet as his hole." replies one of the bears.

For longer does this profane orgy continue, and as the seconds tick away more and more of the horny men climax spilling their seed all over the Masked Twink's lean slender body. Before long MT is totally covered with a thick milky-white gravy.

"Yeah, marinate him! I like my meat dripping with sauce." an old bear exclaims.

"Ah, he looks so damn good! I just want to lick him from top to bottom." says a tall lanky otter.

Nearly two hours have passed since this twink feast began, and now at last the finale has arrived. 

"Ah, Fuck! Here comes the Gravy Train. Ha! Ha!" shouts the last man as he blows a thick load right in MT's face.

After the last man has cum, the hairy muscled wolf, seemingly the leader of this host of pervs, hauls the Twink up to his knees and says,

"Okay, guys! We've had the main course. Now it's time for dessert."

The Masked Twink looks around anxiously as a couple of elderly gentlemen bring in a big chocolate cake and a pumpkin pie. The pie and cake are sat down in front of MT. The big hairy wolf again seizes a firm hold of the Twink's balls and says with a smile,

"These two sweets are just perfect. They're only missing the icing. Care to do the honors, masked boy?"

The Masked Twink tries to mumble in resistance, but it is no use. The man begins stroking him off, getting him hard and bringing him to climax. The man jerks MT's cock with a tight squeezing grip while holding him steady with his other hand cupping the twink's bubble butt bottom. Every few minutes the man gives MT a hard slap on the ass for a bit of a lustful lark. Gradually the pressure builds in MT's loins and despite trying to fight it the Masked Twink expels his fourth and final load of the evening spraying his hot young spunk all over the cake and pie in front of him. After blowing his load, the men force MT to lay down as they kiss and lick him all over his trembling body. His mind is ripe with conflicting feelings of humiliation and bliss, but the moment is short-lived for soon the Twink hears the big gay wolf say, 

"Tie his ankles back up. Tomorrow we'll drain his balls again for lunch."