Billy only cries as Tim begins to push Billy’s head further down on his cock, burying it deeper with each thrust. Sex One inch, two, and three I went slowly so as not to stab him before I had to. His smooth slightly tan stomach was left free, held down only by our hands. He ended up lasting a full twenty minutes (being turned occasionally by one of us) before his burns were enough to make him groan. With a small push I punctured the throat and Billy tried to cry, I pushed a few inches in the tight tube which cut him off from crying. There are several smaller side tunnels but none all that deep. I won’t even try to describe the taste except to say it’s kind of like pork but still not like any other meat. We read every story we could and watched all the fantasy enactments but it wasn’t enough. Seven of our friends were waiting just inside and before he could do more than yell he was bound and gagged grunting in a side tunnel as not to see what was waiting. He was sweating profusely and I gave him an hour maybe less before he would die of heat stroke or shock, which was all too likely.
