Luke was sitting in class, totally spaced out. How could he possibly listen to what his professor was saying when he was stressing out from having to go and meet Frank Goodwin in his home in less than two hours? Not to mention, it was taking all his willpower to block out the thoughts creeping into his head.

Last night, he jerked off to the memory of Frank's assistant walking in on himself bent over the desk, getting plowed by the old man. After ejaculating, he immediately felt disgusted with himself and the thought of what happened. He was determined not to give it any more thought than he already had.

As soon as the professor let them out, Luke hurried back to his apartment just a few blocks away from Campus, and cleaned himself fully, including his bottom. He then got dressed, brushed his teeth, and was out the door, getting into the ride booked by Frank's assistant for his travel to the old man's home.

The journey over felt like forever. He had never been this nervous before, not even the first time with Richard. Yes, he had already been used by Frank the night before, but it was all just a big blur. He was so caught off guard that in the moment, the shock numbed him from what went down. However, now he was on his way to meet Frank again, and this time he knew what was awaiting him.

He didn’t have to go through with it. He was still a few minutes from arriving and could ask the driver to turn back. Would a recurring role on a hit series really be worth it? Well, there was only one way to find out.

He arrived at Frank’s mansion and rang the bell. The door was opened by a housekeeper who told him Frank was expecting him, and to please head to his room which was up the stairs, the first room on the right. This was it. If he crossed the threshold of Frank’s home, he was resigning himself to being owned by the man. Backing out after this point would be difficult, if at all possible. Fear and doubt filled his thoughts, but something in his stomach, or maybe something below it, was nudging him to go in. He took a deep breath and stepped in.

He entered Frank’s room and immediately regretted his decision to come over. There was Frank, sitting naked on a sofa, in all his grotesque glory. Luke’s stomach began churning, nausea creeping in at the sight of him. Frank stood up and called him over.

“I was left hanging last night. Let’s not waste any time. Come here and get naked.”

Luke walked over and stripped.

Being so close to Frank now, Luke took in the image of the man before him. He had a rotund figure, an amalgamation of flabs and folds that sagged off his body. His substantial size made each step a deliberate waddle, and his every move hinted at a lifetime spent indulging in the pleasures of the table. His considerable age was evident in the multitude of wrinkles that covered his round face. Stretch marks were spread all across his gigantic belly, but only visible up close as it was camouflaged by the sea of gray hair that covered his gut and chest.

Luke had seen Frank naked last night, but the room was dim and the evening was a blur. Seeing him again now even more closely and in the light, it was worse than he imagined.

On the other hand, Frank marveled at the sight before him. He had been in a position to take advantage of gorgeous young men hoping to get ahead in life for the majority of his eighty years, yet he had never seen someone as attractive as Luke. He was really one of a kind and on a level of his own when it came to looks. He couldn't wait for the boy to give himself up to him.

Frank could feel that Luke was hesitant and did not want to be there, and this added to his excitement. The idea of the boy letting himself be used even though he despised it turned Frank on. It made him feel powerful that he could get a boy as hot as Luke to do that.

"Open your mouth, boy," Frank said with a low, commanding voice, looking him straight in the eyes. "I want you to taste me."

Luke hesitated, returning Frank's gaze. He was filled with a weird mix of fear and arousal, causing his lips to tremble.

Frank had seen that look a few times in his life. It oozed of shame at the desire for something taboo, something wrong. Seeing this in the eyes of the young stud made his blood rush. He moved even closer to Luke and leaned down, his eyes focusing on Luke's delicious lips.

Now that they were up close, Luke could smell the body odor radiating from the big man. A wave of repulsion crept through him, but at the same time, and as much as he wanted to deny it, arousal as well.

“Open wider,” Frank growled.

Luke followed the older man and parted his lips even wider.

"That's right, boy," Frank murmured, running his fingers over Luke's cheek. "Let's get started."

Frank planted his lips on Luke’s and began kissing him. It was slow and deep, filled with hot passion that caught Luke by surprise.

As they began to get more comfortable, Frank devoured Luke’s mouth. His tongue was like a snake, crawling all over the insides of Luke’s mouth. At the same time, he ran his hands all over Luke’s body, exploring every inch of its beauty.

“You are fucking perfect. It’s like the gods sculpted your body and blessed you with the most handsome face,” Frank whispered into Luke’s ear. Luke could feel his warm breath against his ear and neck, sending chills down his back.

Luke shivered when he felt Frank’s tongue slip into his ear, giving it a few wet licks before sliding back down into his mouth. The feeling of giving himself to this fat old man sent another wave of disgust and arousal creeping through his body. He found himself reciprocating the kiss with just as much passion as Frank. It felt like his tongue had a mind of its own. Their tongues rubbed and slid against each other like two snakes fighting for control.

Frank then pulled away and ordered him, “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” and the boy obeyed.

When Luke did this, Frank spat a huge wad of saliva straight into his mouth. The thick, gooey liquid filled his mouth. This caused him to once again be filled with a mixture of disgust and excitement.

He swallowed reflexively, a groan escaping his lips as the sensation overwhelmed him. It didn’t taste bad. He wasn’t sure there was even a taste. But the feel of it in his mouth made him gag. He just had the thick, slimy spit of this unsightly old man in his mouth and he swallowed it without hesitation. The thought of what he just did caused a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Without any warning this time, Frank spat another huge glob of saliva into the boy’s mouth. Before he could react, Frank held his face with both hands, sticking both thumbs into the sides of Luke’s mouth to keep it open and to keep him from swallowing the spit. Frank then released a barrage of spit into the open mouth. Unable to properly swallow due to the intervention of Frank’s sausage fingers, the spit gathered in his mouth forming a warm pool of saliva.

Frank ceased his assault and ordered the boy, “Don’t swallow yet. I want you to play with it.”

Luke had the sourest look on his face as he showed off his mouth full of the old man’s saliva, swishing around the warm slime in an attempt to put on a show. It only took a few seconds of this before he gagged in disgust at what he was doing and was forced to swallow it down.

“I told you not to swallow!” said Frank in a stern voice, quickly tugging Luke's head by his hair, giving the boy a jolt of surprise.

Frank sat back down on the couch.

“Get down here.”

Instantly, Luke was on his knees and sticking his tongue out like a dog waiting for a treat. Frank looked down at him, appeased by the boy’s sudden eagerness.

“What the fuck?” Luke thought to himself. Why had he done that? He didn’t even think about it, he just instinctively stuck his tongue out as if he was waiting to be spat on.

Frank leaned down as much as he could, which wasn’t much due to his huge belly getting in the way, and spat in the boy’s mouth once more. The spit landed directly on the boy’s tongue and his eyes widened as he swallowed. Then again, without thinking about it, he stuck his tongue out.

Frank looked down at the eager young man kneeling before him, his eyes narrowing in satisfaction.

"Oh, you really want it, huh?" Hhe murmured, his voice a sultry whisper that creeped Luke out.

Again, Frank spat in his mouth, and again Luke swallowed and stuck his tongue back out. Luke couldn’t understand why, but he kept offering his tongue to be spat on, even though he felt so gross doing it.

Luke was not saying anything, but his actions spoke for him. Frank knew that this was the boy’s way of asking for more, and he happily obliged. He continuously fed the boy his spit until his mouth was all dried up and there was no more saliva to be had.

Frank looked down at Luke who looked like a total mess. His face was totally covered in a layer of spit. Frank felt so pleased and proud of himself. This absolutely stunning boy not only let him do it, but he practically begged for him to keep doing it.

Frank would have loved to continue feeding the boy his spit, but he could not muster any more spit. He decided it was time to move things forward.

Franked reached out a fat, calloused hand, beckoning Luke up off his knees and towards his chest. “Come feast on me, boy.”

Luke was hesitant, but his heart began pounding in anticipation. He knew what Frank meant, but he was surprised that he was actually about to do it. He found the idea of doing it so gross, but for some reason, he couldn’t resist. Frank’s tits were extremely fat and saggy, but slowly, Luke began to inch closer and closer to them.

Upon reaching, his lips brushed against the coarse hairs on Frank's chest that were covering the flabbiest mounds of manboobs he had ever seen. Frank’s body odor filled Luke’s nose with a nasty smell, but it didn’t stop him. Luke ran his tongue over Frank’s tit and felt a strange sensation. It was a blend of the roughness from the old man’s gray chest hair and the softness from his saggy fat and skin.

Luke continued to lick and kiss the huge mounds of flesh on Frank’s chest. His hands reached out to squeeze the fat tits as he suckled on them.

"Fuck, that feels so good, boy." Frank moaned. "Suck my fat titties!”

Luke could not understand why he was doing this, but there he was with his mouth full of Frank’s fat manboob. It felt so wrong, but so fucking hot. He hated that he was doing this but it turned him on so much.

"Suck my nipples harder, boy!" Frank said, "Make them hard for me."

Luke looked up at Frank in disbelief. There was just no way this was really happening. His brain was telling him to stop what he was doing and to get the hell out of there. However, his body refused to do so. He leaned in even closer and doubled his efforts.

"Oh yes, boy." Frank groaned, running his fingers through Luke's hair.

"Suck harder. Your mouth feels so fucking good on my tits."

Luke whimpered at Frank's words. He continued to suck hungrily on the old man's tits. His mouth moved from one tit to another and then back again. What started out as licking had quickly turned into full-blown suckling. He was like a baby who finally got to breastfeed after a whole day without being fed.

Luke applied more and more suction as his tongue ran over the old man’s giant areolas, rough chest hair be damned. He lifted the heaps of flesh, slathering the underside of the old man's tits with his tongue. He was making the sloppiest sounds servicing Frank’s enormous manboobs.

Luke wanted to stop, but he just couldn't pull away. The depravity of what he was doing was intoxicating, and Luke found himself wanting to please the fat old man.

"Good boy," Frank purred, before cupping Luke's face and motioning him to his belly.

"Lick that fat belly, boy," commanded Frank.

Luke brought his face closer to Frank's potbellied gut. It was gigantic. There were rolls upon rolls of flabs cascading down his body and a layer of gray hair covering the entirety of it. With much hesitation, Luke stuck out his tongue and pressed it against Frank's paunch, and reluctantly began licking.

Frank looked down at the hot young man and watched as Luke licked his flabs.

"That's right boy. Slide that tongue all over my fat belly. I want you to lick all over. I want to feel your tongue licking the insides of my belly folds." said Frank.

Luke felt so ashamed of himself, yet for some reason, he was extremely aroused by the act he was performing. A hunger grew in him as he began to service the older man more passionately. He swirled his tongue round and round Frank's fat belly, brushing against the mat of hair that covered it. The once rough hair was now slick from his saliva, turning the forest into a silver lake that flowed down his body.

The fatty skin tasted oily, salty, and wreaked of age. Despite feeling utterly humiliated, Luke continued to lap up every inch of the old man’s gut. This perverse act was beyond his wildest imagination, yet irresistible.

"Harder!" bellowed Frank, chuckling loudly, his huge belly wobbling with laughter. "Work those fat folds properly!"

Luke winced at the mockery but complied obediently. The older man smirked cruelly, clearly relishing the humiliation he inflicted on the young stud.

Frank’s obese form jiggled like jelly as he swayed back and forth, his massive gut protruding further than Luke would have believed possible. He enjoyed watching the young man struggle with his shame and humiliation.

"Is that enough for you, boy?" he taunted, his voice booming with lust and pride.

To Luke, hidden underneath the layers of fat and filth, these words hit like a sledgehammer to the head. What kind of monster was he dealing with?

Yet, despite the mental turmoil brewing within him, Luke didn't stop licking. He couldn't. Something was pushing him to serve the wretched man willingly, albeit begrudgingly. Each stroke of his tongue against the fuzz-covered fat made him feel so disgusted and aroused.

Frank adjusted his stance, intentionally leaning backward to better expose his enormous gut, and said "Faster, boy!" He grabbed handfuls of his ample waistline and tugged upward until his entire midsection writhed like a giant python.

Watching the spectacle unfold in front of him, Luke grimaced at the sight of the bloated mass jiggling above him. However, the stirring within him made Luke question his feelings. Though he initially considered backing out, the sheer absurdity of the situation, combined with the overwhelming arousal he couldn’t deny feeling, left him mute.

Instead, Luke redoubled his efforts, frantically swiping his tongue along the greasy contours of Frank's bloated paunch. Luke's cheeks bulged outward, stretching uncomfortably as they worked to accommodate Frank's monstrous bulk and sucked on the fat like a vacuum.

"So good, boy," Frank gloated, stroking his pudgy midsection proudly. "Who would’ve thought it? Me, the fat old fart, getting serviced by the hottest stud in the world!"

Luke remained silent, his ears burning from embarrassment. What had compelled him to agree to this depraved arrangement? Surely no acting role was worth this? His career was already on an excellent trajectory and he really would be able to find success without Frank’s help. And yet, he had succumbed to the depravity, submitting completely to whatever twisted fantasies this lecherous old man had. For reasons unknown to him, Luke was unable to resist the lure of this debauchery. He could feel his dignity slipping away with each swipe of his tongue on the fat man’s body.

When Luke had licked clean every inch of his belly, every crevice within the folds of fat, Frank decided that his gut had gotten ample attention. Using his right hand, he grabbed Luke by his hair and pulled him up to face him. Frank then raised his left arm up, exposing his sweaty armpit.

"I kept the room nice and warm just for this, boy. Now lick my armpit!"

Luke was stunned. He had never done that before, he’d never even thought of it. He wondered why a man of such wealth and size would not have the air-conditioning turned on in his bedroom for such an occasion. They haven’t even begun fucking and Frank was already drenched in sweat. Now he knew why.

Luke cautiously lifted his head. "Uh, what?" he said, feigning ignorance in an attempt to buy himself precious seconds to gather his wits.

Frank regarded him coolly, his gaze unwavering. "Didn't you hear me?" he said, his tone laden with condescension. "I said, lick my armpit, boy. What’s taking so long? Have you suddenly gone deaf, or is it just the smell turning you off?" he said laughing.

Luke recoiled instinctively, his nose wrinkling involuntarily at the mere suggestion. The pungent odor coming from Frank's armpit was almost intolerable, a potent smell that assaulted his senses.

"I don't think-" Luke protested weakly, searching desperately for a way to get out of having to do this.

Before he could finish uttering the sentence, however, Frank pushed Luke's face near his armpit.

The action was sudden and unexpected, catching Luke entirely off guard. He struggled to regain his composure, fighting against the powerful grip that held him captive.

"There's no use struggling, boy," Frank said sternly, tightening his grip. "It's going to happen whether you like it or not. Might as well make the most of it."

Luke ran out of breath and had no choice but to inhale, and so the horrible aroma invaded his nose. He wanted to back away, but couldn’t help being drawn to the sweaty armpit. He could feel the heat radiating from it. The pungent smell was overwhelming him. It was absolutely repulsive but oddly arousing.

The moment Luke’s tongue made contact with Frank’s armpit, shame and disgust flooded him. Why the fuck did he just do that?

"That's right, boy." Frank moaned, reveling in the sensation. "Suck on that sweaty armpit.”

Luke could feel his face flush red. Not just from the heat of Frank's sweaty armpit, but also from the shame he was experiencing. He just could not wrap his head around the fact that he was voluntarily subjecting himself to this humiliation. He found what he was doing to be absolutely gross, yet each time he brushed his tongue against the nasty armpit, arousal would surge through him, which in turn caused even more shame.

"Yeah, baby," Frank grunted, watching Luke with his hungry eyes. "That's it. Lick up every last drop of sweat from my hairy pits. Show me how much you enjoy pleasuring me."

A moan escaped Luke's mouth at hearing Frank humiliate him and increased the speed of his licking. He swirled his tongue all over the fat man's armpit and tasted the salty sweat and rough hair. The humiliation was overwhelming, yet it filled him with a perverted feeling of ecstasy that he had never felt before, and it made him keep going.

"Mmm, yeah, like that," Frank murmured, enjoying the sensation of Luke's wet tongue running all over his pits. “You love being a dirty boy, don’t you? You're such a dirty little slut. Just look at you, practically begging for more."

Luke let out yet another moan, and his body began to shiver involuntarily from arousal. Frank’s words hit a nerve. He was calling out what Luke had been desperately trying, and failing, to ignore this entire time. He wanted to protest, but could not bring himself to do so as his tongue continued to eagerly slobber all over the stinky, sweaty pits of Frank.

Just then, Frank shoved him down and back onto his knees, face to face with his crotch, and reached down with his hand, gripping the back of Luke's neck.

"I want you to show me how much you love being a nasty boy."

Luke couldn’t help but cringe at the thought of what was coming next. His pulse was racing, his mind telling him to get the hell out of there, but he couldn’t break free of his lust. It was like he was a prisoner to his twisted desires.

“Come on boy,” Frank said. “You know you want it. You love being a dirty slut for fat old men, don’t you?”

Luke reluctantly opened his mouth. He could feel Frank's fat fingers digging into his scalp, pulling his head closer to the horrendous man's cock.

"That's right, boy," Frank growled, his enormous dick swinging in front of Luke, causing him to gag at the stench. "Suck it. Show me how much you crave my cock."

With a sigh of defeat, Luke parted his lips, allowing the repulsive member to invade his mouth. The taste of Frank's old, unwashed cock, mingling with the rank smell of his pre-scum smeared crotch made Luke gag, but he stayed strong, determined not to give Frank the satisfaction of hearing it.

"That's it, boy," Frank grunted, thrusting his engorged member deeper into Luke's mouth. "Take it all. Let me feel that warm mouth on my dick."

Frank’s dick tasted really horrible, and the fact he was sucking this disgusting man made Luke almost vomit. He did his best to suppress the bile rising in his throat. He closed his fists around his thumb and squeezed, a trick Richard taught him to help with gagging that served him well today. But still, each time Frank shoved his dick into the boy’s mouth, Luke felt his pride and dignity chipping away, replaced by a sense of self-loathing and depravity.

"Oh, yes." Frank moaned, his voice cracking like a whip. "That's it, baby, suck daddy's cock. Faster, boy! Show me how much you crave this dirty old thing!"

Cursing internally, Luke redoubled his efforts, working his lips harder along the length of Frank's member. It was a grueling task that was taxing Luke to his limits, both physically and mentally.

Every fiber of his being told him to push away from Frank's repulsive form, yet he found himself unable to stop devouring the old man’s hog. With each gut-wrenching thrust of Frank’s cock into his mouth, Luke's resolve wavered, bringing him to the verge of surrender.

Luke’s lips tightened around Frank’s dick. His tongue swirled all over the shaft as he bobbed up and down, then all over the head as he suctioned the tip.

"Yes, baby," Frank cooed, stroking Luke's hair like a demented lover. "That's it. Devour my nasty cock."

Luke wanted to scream, to lash out at the monstrous man using him, and to get away from this place, but he could not bring himself to stop. He continued to slurp and suck, moving his head up and down in rhythmic motions, all the while despising himself for his doing it, and worse, enjoying it.

Frank watched with utter satisfaction, looking down at the boy on his knees for him, savoring every moan and whimper that left the young man's lips.

"You love this, don't you boy? You’re a depraved little slut sucking on a fat old man’s cock.”

Frank’s words stung Luke. They filled him with such shame and a feeling of depravity which, in turn, drew out more arousal, resulting in Luke moaning onto the huge dick in his mouth. Frank took it as a signal and simultaneously shoved Luke’s face deep into his crotch and bucked his hips forward, getting his dick all the way down the boy’s throat and drowning his face in his fat pad. He then pulled the boy’s face off his cock, and set his hips back down, before repeating the process over and over.

Frank was essentially fucking the boy's mouth, his fat belly slapping nonstop against Luke's face in the process. It was all the boy could do to moan onto the invading cock.

This carried on until Frank could feel Luke’s mouth go slack jaw from the strain and effort of the face fuck, at which point he pulled the boy off his cock and ushered him to the bed.

“Finally, on to the main course.”

He pushed Luke onto the bed, laying the boy prone on his belly. Frank immediately crawled on top of him. His sweaty, hairy body pressed against Luke's smooth skin, with his weight threatening to crush the life out of the boy.

Frank took a deep breath, his giant belly jiggling into the boy’s lower back, his arch acting like a cradle for the old man’s potbelly. With a groan, he positioned his enormous shaft between Luke's legs, placing his knees on either side of the boy’s hips. His large, bloated hands spread Luke's thighs apart, exposing his beautiful, vulnerable flesh. Frank leaned in close, his ugly face hovering just inches from Luke's ears.

"Are you ready, boy?" He asked, not really caring about the boy’s answer.

Luke could not utter a word and simply lay still and silent. He heard Frank chuckle and then felt the head of his cock rub against his tight hole. His heart raced, panic washing over him. He knew what was coming. His body tensed, preparing itself for the unbearable intrusion. Luke wanted to scream, to tell Frank to get off and to run out of his house as fast as he could.

Despite his best efforts, Luke's body betrayed him. His ass cheeks involuntarily parted, and his hole opened up, allowing enough space for Frank's engorged member to enter with a loud pop as the bulbous head penetrated his entrance and pushed deep inside.

"There we go, boy," Frank whispered, his breath hot and ragged against Luke's neck. "You want it, don’t you?”

Luke wanted to deny it, to reject the pleasure penetrating his body despite his revulsion. Yet, moans escaped his mouth, exposing the mounting tension and lust within him. Each thrust sent a wave of mixed feelings coursing through him.

"Fuck yes!" Frank groaned, his voice coarse and commanding. "Take it, boy. Take my big old cock."

The words burned in Luke’s ears, reminding him of his predicament. He was wracked with shame and disgust, but filled with yearning. Despite constantly being grossed out by Frank and what he was doing to him, he couldn’t deny his arousal. Even now, he could not understand how he could possibly be aroused by what was happening.

Frank continued to thrust his member in and out of the hot young man's channel. The sound of Frank’s balls slapping against Luke’s cheeks filled the air, accompanied by Luke's loud moans. Despite his attempts to suppress it, the young stud couldn't help but feel his body respond so favorably to the being used by the old man.

"You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?" Frank taunted, his voice sounding triumphant.

Luke winced, his head buried in a pillow. The humiliation was unbearable, but he couldn't escape the fact that his body was going wild for the invasion. Every thrust drove deeper into his core, eliciting reactions contrary to his own desires, or what he believed to be his desires.

"Yes, Luke!" Frank growled, his voice thick with lust. "I can tell you love it!"

Frank increased the speed of his thrusts, pounding into Luke relentlessly. The force increased tenfold, and so did the sloshing sounds of Frank’s sweat-drenched hairy body rubbing against Luke’s smooth, toned back.

"Stop...please," Luke moaned, the sound muffled by the thick material of the bed sheet he was biting on.

Frank smirked, then pushed himself off the boy and positioned him onto all fours, before burying his cock deep inside once again, continuing his relentless assault on the tight ass before him. Frank then grabbed a fistful of Luke's hair and yanked his head back, making him look straight into the mirror.

Luke had closed his eyes the moment Frank mounted him, and had kept them closed up to this point, not wanting to see and accept the reality of what was happening. As he was forced by Frank to open them and look into the mirror, Luke saw what everyone he'd ever met told him they saw. He saw his perfect body and his perfect face, deserving of only the best. And yet behind him was the fattest, most grotesque-looking old pervert he’d ever seen, plunging a huge cock deep into his guts.

"Look at yourself," Frank sneered.

Looking more closely, he saw beyond just their physical appearance. He saw his face contorted in agony and disgust, but also, undeniably, arousal and a burning hunger in his eyes. Most shocking of all, he saw his pole was at full-mast, harder than it had ever been before.

Neither he nor Frank had touched his member a single time throughout this ordeal, but here he was, rock hard from getting fucked by the old man. The sight of his own torment, coupled with the realization of his unnatural response, ignited another tidal wave of self-loathing within him. He couldn't believe his gaze had landed on that horrifying image. The shame of it burned through him, intensifying his humiliation.

Frank snickered, withdrawing his member from Luke's abused entrance, then ramming it all the way to the hilt, making the boy moan loudly as he hit his special spot. He reveled in the tormented expression etched on Luke's face, the disgust and guilt mixing with arousal.

The shame of knowing his body betrayed him made Luke’s anger flare and desperation claw at his insides, which Frank could see in his eyes, further driving his arousal off the charts. Every thrust of his member brushed against Luke's prostate, which made him moan and whimper like a bitch. It was a deliberate attempt to humiliate the younger man further as he knew Luke despised the pleasure he was getting from being used by him. He used the pleasure he was giving Luke in order to instill shame and guilt in him.

"Admit it, Luke," Frank spat. "You love being used like this. You love being used by ugly, fat old ME! Can't you feel your body begging for more?"

Luke's nostrils flared, his anger boiling just beneath the surface. He knew he should remain strong, refusing to give Frank the satisfaction of hearing him utter words of submission. But, as he looked into the mirror, the evidence of his arousal staring both him and Frank in the face, he felt weaker than ever before.

It was at this point that Frank’s thrusts came to a sudden halt. He pulled out of Luke’s ass fully and then gave the boy a proposition.

“Tell you what, stud. If you tell me right now that you want me to stop, I will. You can leave and I will still let you have the recurring role on my TV series. But if you choose to do that, know that you can never have me again. Ever. Or, if you like, we can continue with what we’re doing right now.”

The boy froze in place.

The power Frank held over Luke delighted the old man immensely. The fat, sweaty fingers on his left hand gripping Luke’s waist, the other still pulling his head back, forcing him to continue looking at the mirror.

Luke was bewildered by Frank’s proposal. Why was he doing this? Frank wanted him bad, he had made that abundantly clear. He was also a wicked person, as he had heard from his friends and experienced firsthand. So why was Frank offering him an out? He didn’t think the old man was stupid, but this proposition certainly seemed like it.

Frank said that he could leave and still keep the job. He would no longer need to allow this horrendous man to use him and still get what he originally got into this for. This should have been the easiest decision of his life, and yet it wasn’t.

Throughout the entire ordeal so far, he was figuratively and literally kicking and screaming at every turn. He had never been filled with this much shame, disgust, guilt, and self-loathing before. There was no logical reason for him to have not instantly answered Frank that this was over.

“But WHY??” He kept asking himself over and over. Why hasn’t he told Frank that he would take his offer to leave now? He could end this now and still get the job.

The answer lay in the image reflected in the mirror. Below his rigid cock, on the silky white sheets of Frank’s bed, was a huge pool of pre-cum. For there to have been that much pre-cum drenching the sheets, he had to have been leaking the entire time Frank was fucking him. This knowledge sent shivers down his spine and made his skin crawl.

The sight of the mess he made was the final nail in the coffin, and he could no longer deny himself. For as much disgust and shame as he felt along the way, he experienced an equal amount of desire and lust. The worst part was, deep inside, he knew that the depravity of what he was doing was what fueled these feelings of arousal. Despite his best efforts at ignoring and denying it, the truth was that he was enjoying the degradation being inflicted on him by the fat old man.

“The clock is ticking boy. Answer me! What is your decision?” Insisted Frank.

Finally accepting what he had fought so hard to deny, Luke locked eyes with Frank in the mirror and gave him his answer.

"Fuck me, you disgusting old man!"

To others, that would have been an insult that stung deep, but Frank felt otherwise. No, to Frank, these words were magic. These were the words that signified he had broken Luke and that the boy had now given himself fully to him. It drove Frank wild with lust, filling him with renewed life and energy for a pounding the likes of which Luke had never experienced before.

Frank eagerly resumed and escalated his assault on Luke's ravaged hole, his fat cock plunging deeply into Luke's body, doing everything in his power to obliterate the boy’s hot ass.

Frank fondled Luke's long, lean body, his greedy hands roaming freely over the firm young flesh. He savored each agonized moan that escaped Luke's lips, loving the feeling of complete control over the boy.

The wet slaps of their bodies echoed loudly in the huge room, as Frank pumped his cock mercilessly into Luke's quivering ass. He reveled at the sight of Luke writhing beneath him, his handsome face twisted in agony.

Luke could not believe the power Frank had. He was an ancient tub of lard, yet somehow, he had the ability to fuck Luke harder, faster, and deeper than he had ever been fucked before. Was the super-soldier serum like in the hero movies actually real? Could rich men like Frank somehow have gotten a hold of it? Because the way this fat old man was capable of fucking him like this despite his obviously terrible physical condition and old age was practically supernatural.

But what did it really matter how Frank was able to do this? Luke was getting the pounding of a lifetime. A fuck so good that it tore him up inside. A fuck so good that he could not stop himself from screaming in ecstasy, even though the man plowing him was the embodiment of everything Luke found unattractive and gross.

Frank pulled out and flipped the boy onto his back. Without needing to be told, Luke quickly pulled his legs back, gripping the insides of his knees to expose his hungry hole to Frank. The Ogre drove his throbbing cock all the way in with one strong thrust. His plump fingers dug into Luke's hips, holding him steady as he pummeled him without mercy.

"Beg for it, boy," Frank hissed, slamming into Luke with unrestrained brutality. "Tell me how much you need it."

Frank had broken him, and Luke knew it. He had given in to the depravity of letting this grotesque old man own him. Luke had succumbed to the violation that initially disgusted him but now excited him beyond measure.

"Fuck me," Luke whimpered, his voice hoarse with passion and pain. "Please fuck me, daddy! Harder! Don't stop fucking me, daddy!"

Frank obliged, increasing the intensity of his thrusts. His cock pistoned in and out of Luke's ass, stretching him wider with each brutal entry. Luke felt the walls of his channel trembling, unsure if they could withstand the assault of Frank’s dick.

The fat man then leaned down, his chest hovering over Luke’s face, and his sweat dripping all over him. The boy saw the fat, saggy tits dangling in front of him, and instantly his mouth was on it. He began to slurp and suction, reveling in the taste of the man’s tits, as well as the rug of gray fur slick with sweat.

Sucking on Frank’s saggy tits while getting ass plowed was pure bliss. He moaned nonstop onto them, unable to get enough of this debauchery. Only a few minutes into this and the arousal had become too much. Luke detached his mouth from Frank’s chest, and he plopped back down onto the bed. The sensations had overwhelmed him, leaving him unable to do anything but lay, get fucked, and moan in ecstasy.

"Yes! "Frank groaned, his body shaking with the effort. "That's it, boy. Call me 'Grandpa'. Beg for Grandpa’s cock."

Luke felt his cheeks flush with heat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He had lost control, surrendering to the intense sensations coursing through his body.

"Please," he begged, his voice breaking. "More, Grandpa! Please don't stop fucking me!"

Frank's grin widened, his eyes shining with triumph. The old man was enjoying every second of this, his cruel nature thriving on Luke's torment.

"So handsome, so perfect," Frank murmured, his hands exploring Luke's body greedily.

Many men struggle with body image and learning to accept themselves. Without mincing words, Frank was ugly, extremely obese, hairy, and all wrinkly and saggy from old age. This did not bother him one bit. In fact, he reveled in his physical appearance and how unsightly people perceived him to be. It served only to fuel his ego and his penchant for domination when hot young men would give themselves to him, and Luke was the hottest of them all and had given himself fully.

For the next few hours, Frank continued his relentless assault on Luke's willing body. Their sweat, spit, and precum mixed, creating a sickening aroma that filled the air.

Luke could only lie there, defeated, screaming out in pleasure as the Walrus of a man ravaged his hole.

"You like that, don't you?" Frank groaned. "A dirty grandpa filling you up with his cock."

Luke squirmed beneath him, torn between his hatred for what he was doing and the intoxicating feeling of being completely dominated by Frank.

"Ugh, yes!" Luke moaned. "Fuck me, you filthy grandpa!"

Frank responded enthusiastically, his strokes still powerful despite how long he had been fucking the boy. Their sweaty bodies slid against each other, the friction elevating their pleasure. Hearing the young stud, who was only a fourth of his age, begging for his dick while calling him Grandpa, stroked his ego to amazing heights.

"Mmm, that feels so good," Frank murmured, his voice thick with lust. "I've got you now, boy."

The intense sensations coursing through Luke’s body were overwhelming, and he felt himself fall victim to Frank’s dominance. Every thrust of Frank’s dick sent waves of pleasure shooting through him. He put up zero resistance, and just delighted in being used and humiliated.

"Harder, Grandpa!" Luke gasped. "Please, fuck me harder!"

Frank's laughter filled the room, "I knew you'd come around eventually, boy."

His powerful strokes continued, their rhythm growing increasingly frantic. Luke's loud moans blended with Frank's grunts, creating a horrific sound that would have caused neighbors to call the police. Fortunately, there were no houses within hearing range, so the unlikely pair were free to scream all their pleasures out

"Please, Grandpa! Please keep fucking me, Grandpa!" Luke begged. “Make me feel like a fucked up boy!”

Frank thrust his massive cock into Luke's tight hole, causing Luke to arch his back and cry out in pleasure.

Luke could feel his orgasm inching closer and closer despite his dick getting no attention. Every thrust of Frank's cock sent spasms of pleasure coursing through his body, numbing his mind and rendering him incapable of thinking clearly. He was drowning in an ocean of lust and shame.

"Fuuuuck, Grandpa!" Luke moaned. "Jerk me off, I'm close."

"Not yet, boy." Frank grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I want to watch you squirm."

Luke groaned, his muscles tensing as he struggled to contain the building orgasm. He could feel his cock swelling, the pressure building in his balls threatening to explode at any moment. Since Frank did not oblige him, Luke moved his hand to stroke himself to completion. Before he could make contact, Frank slapped his hand away.

"Don't you dare touch yourself, boy.”

Luke had given in to the taboo, embracing the forbidden pleasure that Frank offered. The idea of submitting to such a grotesque man seemed preposterous, yet the sensations Frank provided drove Luke to pure bliss.

In his surrender, Luke found himself able to relax for the first time since this encounter began. In doing so, he caught his reflection in the mirror plastered on the ceiling. This angle displayed the full extent of his depraved surrender. He could see every roll of fat on Frank’s body rippling with each thrust. He could see every drop of pre-cum that oozed out of his swollen dickhead pooling on his abs. He could see the perfect-looking young man who had given himself to the most hideous grandpa. He could see the shame and disgust drive his lust.

"I can't hold it anymore! Oh, Grandpa!"

Luke's entire body shook with the force of his impending orgasm. He tried to resist, but the overwhelming urge to release his seed was too powerful. He clenched his jaw, and his muscles tensed. He knew he was lost, spiraling down a rabbit hole of depravity and filth.

And then it happened. For the first time in his life, Luke had cum without touching himself. Luke let out a guttural scream as he came onto his stomach, his seed splattering onto his toned abs despite no hand stroking his cock. His eyes rolled back into his head, his body shaking uncontrollably as he rode the wave of euphoria crashing over him. The old man continued to wreak havoc on his ass. Each thrust into his hole was like a trigger for cum to shoot out of Luke’s cock.

Frank, the fat pervert that he was, watched the spectacle unfold before him. His erection grew harder, watching the boy cum helplessly.

The young stud's orgasm caused the muscles in his channel to contract with each pulse, squeezing Frank's member tightly and driving him over the edge to his own orgasm. Frank bellowed like an ancient beast, sounds echoing throughout the mansion, and unleashed his pent-up load inside the hot young man. His seed burst from his member, sending torrents of thick, warm cum into the deepest recesses of Luke’s guts. His cock twitched as Luke’s walls continued to squeeze it, milking every last drop of cum. It was like the boy’s ass had a will of its own, hungry for Frank’s cum.

Luke lay panting and shuddering, his body spent from the gut-wrenching encounter. The smell of sweat, spit, and cum filled the air, a testament to the depraved act that had occurred.

"Well done, boy," Frank said, sounding smug as fuck. "I didn’t expect you to get into it that much. I underestimated how depraved you are."

Luke remained silent, his panting the only sound he made. He was exhausted, especially mentally, still coming to terms with how fucked up he was. The remnants of his orgasm stained his torso, a reminder of his submission to Frank.

He could feel the seed Frank deposited inside him. He had been bred numerous times by Richard and the few other guys he'd hooked up with of his own desire, so it was not new to him, but it was different this time. In the past, he would feel a subtle, warm sensation inside, signaling that he had been seeded, but not with Frank. The lecherous old man had cum in him like a force of nature. He felt pulse after pulse of cum gush into him, violently filling his guts to capacity.

The sheer volume of Frank's cum was terrifying. He didn't know a man could cum that much and that hard, let alone a man of Frank's age and physique. Luke began questioning if this man was even human. Before he could properly ponder that thought, his hole, after having taken an unprecedented beating over the past few hours, gave up its futile attempt at trying to contain the vast amounts of cum that had been deposited inside.

Luke was in awe as he watched a river of thick white liquid spill out of his gaping asshole. His eyes went wide with horror as the river of cum seemed to flow endlessly from his ass, pooling on the beautiful bed sheet.

There was no doubt in Luke's mind that he had crossed a line into depravity. The shame weighed heavily on him. He had allowed himself to be taken by this repulsive creature, willingly submitting to his desires. The image of his submission burned in his mind. He could still feel the remnants of Frank's seed oozing from his sore ass.

Frank scooped up a handful of the cum that pooled below the boy's hole and brought it to his face.

"Open up, boy!" Frank commanded.

Luke winced, his body still recovering from the ordeal. He knew he had no choice but to obey the revolting old man. Even if his mind did not want to do it, his body was in control, and it was hungry. With a deep breath, he opened his mouth.

Frank fed Luke the sticky white semen that had come from his ass.

Luke gagged as the creamy fluid dripped into his mouth. The taste was bitter and putrid, but he couldn’t stop now. It took all his willpower and effort to keep himself from vomiting, struggling to keep the rancid cum down. He had never been so thankful for his healthy diet and thorough douching as in this moment because the cum was perfectly clean. He only wished he could say the same for Frank because his cum tasted absolutely horrible.

"Good boy," Frank whispered into his ear. "You make quite the depraved cumslut."

Luke recoiled at the nickname, his stomach churning with revulsion. Yet, he couldn't deny the truth behind Frank's words. Despite himself, Luke had become addicted to the depravity of giving himself up to the gross old man. Even as his mind screamed for freedom, he found his body craving more of the old man's attention.

Frank went to the bathroom for a shower, leaving Luke laying in cum drenched bedsheets with his thoughts about what he had let happen and what he had come to accept about himself. A tear trickled down his face.

Each step of the way, with each depraved act he endured, he was absolutely disgusted, and this had turned him on. In turn, the arousal he got from the depravity of it, made him feel ashamed and disgusted. It was a vicious cycle of disgust and lust. Frank, the hideous old man had used him totally, had broken him totally, and he had allowed it to happen. He both hated and loved that he did, same as he hated and loved every moment of it.

He chose to belong to Frank.

Stay tuned for the final chapter in this series!