XAVIER POMPEII PART 3
While the new “recruits” were being m..
🕑 Added 2023-05-17 01:34:49 +0000 UTC
XAVIER POMPEII PART 3
While the new “recruits” were being moved to the processing center, Xavier Pompeii returned to his duties. It was a beautiful Mediterranean morning and instead of taking his Rolls Royce, he decided to walk back to his office, to inspect the various activities on the resort island. Xavier walked along the boardwalk by one of the crowded beaches. He paused and watched Marc and Arthur on the beach. The two muscular, sexy slaves were offering their chisel bodies to the rich clients. The dark, sexy Marc was standing on a portable box stage on the white sand beach, dancing. The Spanish hunk was moving his masculine, yet graceful hips to the music being piped out over the portable loud speakers. The thin material of his red thong disappeared between his fat ass cheeks, as he shaked his ass. His tan flawless ass was perfect. The glutes flex and bounce as he grinds and garrate his hips. Beside Marc was Arthur. Arthur was laying in the chaise chair with his legs spread, entrancing men to fuck him. The outline of both men’s cockcages were visible through their thin thongs. Several guests had already fucked the two Spanish hunks that morning. Dry cum was crusted on their muscular thighs and fresh semen was leaking from their holes. Xavier was pleased when a large older man nonchalantly came up to Arthur. The former Spanish police officer turned stripper lifted his powerful legs up and pulled aside the thin material of the yellow thong. With Arthur’s manpussy still lubed from the previous man that fucked him, the older man slid into the muscular ass. The stranger reached down and grabbed hold of the huge pecs and squeezed them as he plowed in and out of the muscular stud. A second man, a rich investment banker from New York, came up to Marc and slipped a $100 bill into the dancer’s thong. Marc continued to dance and turned, presenting his plump ass to the banker. The man was pleased as he groped and squeezed the fat cheeks. He pulled aside the thong slip and pushed his finger into the musclepussy. Marc and Arthur were strippers in Barcelona, at a strictly women only club. When the strip club closed, the club owner sold them and the other dancers to the island for a large fortune.
Pleased with how the two friends were pleasuring his guests, Xavier continued on his walk to his office. He passed the tennis courts as two older men were playing double tennis with two bluff younger men. The younger men’s huge muscles made them slower than the two smaller men. Their shorts were pulled down exposing their large asses as a result of a bet. The older men were laughing and teasing them. They on purpose sent the balls sailing across the court to make the bodybuilders run after the tennis balls. Their fat ass cheeks were bouncing and jiggling. Xavier knew his slaves were losing on purpose. After the two old men win the tennis match, they would fuck the muscle slaves right there on the tennis courts.
Upon arriving and entering his large elegant villa overlooking the sea, he was greeted by his assistant, Toby. The former Australian footballer’s three inch white shorts proudly display his smooth powerful legs while his tight polo shirt hugged his firm, beefy body and washboard abs. Upon seeing his master, Toby pushed his bleach blonde, surfer style hair from his handsome model like face.
“How was your trip sir,” Toby inquired as he helped Xavier out of his white suit jacket.
“Very productive. The girls had once again procured some very good specimens,” Xavier walked past the younger man.
“Very good sir,” Toby’s Australian accent was very strong.
Xavier sat down on his leather chair behind his French style desk, while Toby knelt before him.
“What has been going on while I was away,” Xavier asked as Toby removed his shoes.
“The rugby team will arrive today and accommodations have been set up for them. Several of the players’ schedules were already booked by some of the guests. Reverend Hawthorn is requesting to perform “baptism” on the Bosa brothers,” Toby looked so sexy on his knees before Xavier.
Xavier laughed, “the old hypocrite at it again. Let me guess, he wants to save them and then baptize them in the nude with his blessed semen. He “baptized” half of the NFL already.”
“Yes, sir,” Toby replied as he unzipped Xavier’s pants.
The former rugby player fished out Xavier’s huge cock and wrapped his hands around it. As Toby took the cock into his mouth, Xavier punched some keystrokes on his keyboard and the computer monitor came alive with images of the processing center. Damien, Carlos, Giancarlo, and Ali were strapped naked to examine type tables. Their huge muscular legs and arms were bulging as they flexed against the restraints bounding them to the tables. The table stirrups kept their legs spread, exposing their hard throbbing manhoods and vulnerable holes. Electrodes were attached to each bodybuilder's nipples and balls while suction-like pumps were fitted around their hard cocks. What hair they each had on their competition ready bodies were removed and IV’s were pumping mind control drugs into their thick vascular veins. The workers in white lab coats then placed visors with built-in headphones over each younger man’s heads, while their mouths were opened and hoses shaped like cocks were pushed down their throats. Finally huge dildos attached to fuck machines were pushed into their virgin manholes. When they were attached to the various devices the visors and headsets began to bombard their drugged minds with images of muscular men getting fucked. With advance IA technology, they watched images of themselves serving and getting fucked by other men, while the butt fuck machine thrusted in and out of their stretched holes and their swollen cocks got plumped. As they got fucked both mentally and physically, they involuntary sucked on the cock shaped hose. Harder they sucked they were rewarded with milky colored Alpha-B which aided in their submissiveness. Xavier had watched the conversion of hundreds of younger men over the years and it never got boring for the older man. Watching their huge muscles spasm in ecstasy over and over, their muffled moans as they were milked by the suction pump on their cocks and the discovery of how sensitive their man tits are, was intoxicating to Xavier Pompeii. All along subliminal messages bombarded their drug minds, rewriting and rewiring their cocky straight minds and personalities.
“Your body is for other men pleasure”
“You are nothing but a fuck toy”
“If feel so good to be nothing but a fuck toy”
“It feel so good to be dumb and obedient”
“You feel only pleasure when getting fucked and use”
“It pleasurable to serve and get fucked”
Over and over for hours their minds and bodies were fucked over and over. They came multiple times until they couldn’t cum anymore. Some tried to resist but all failed at the end. By the end of the process nothing remains of their previous life as it was fucked out of them.
