Bully Fags

This is a continuation of Part 1

(Pavel looks right into the son's fearful eyes as his mouth is still wrapped around his boot-covered toes)

Pavel: I'm sorry but I think I'm going to have to fag bash your son.

(Tyler eyes get very wide but his mouth does not leave Pavel's boot)

Dad: Oh dear, I was afraid this might happen after seeing how upset you are. Well, I suppose if it’s the only way you feel comfortable staying here.

Pavel pulled the fag up by his hair until he was facing his enormous arm, that Pavel was flexing.

Pavel: Look into this muscle and see your destiny. Then beg for it faggot.

Tyler’s mouth fell open as he saw the incredible arm up close. The impossibly huge bicep, accentuated by angry veins. Pavel was clearly superior to him. It would be silly to think otherwise. He was a faggot. A disgusting, cock-sucking, dildo-riding, faggot. And someone needed to do something about it. He wanted Pavel, more than anything to be that someone. Half delirious, he pleaded with Pavel.

Tyler: Treat me like a fag in your country, Pavel.

Pavel had heard enough. Standing up, his massive hard cock bulged in his pants, which Tyler saw with wide eyes, impressed and scared. He pushed Tyler to the ground and pulled on the leash, yanking Tyler forward. He went to one of his suitcases and opened it. Opening it revealed that it contained many tools of pain that would surely be used on Tyler in the future. Tyler looked inside horrified, but all that Pavel took out for this introductory session was two boxing gloves with the Russian flag colors on it and some rope. He grabbed them and then shut his suitcase. Then he pointed to a door.

Pavel: This is your basement isn’t it?

Dad: Yes Pavel it is!

Pavel: Do you mind if I use it?

Dad: No, make yourself at home.

Pavel nodded and then yanked Tyler again. He opened the door and told Tyler to go down the stairs. The fag started but then received a swift kick to his ass sending him tumbling down the stairs. Pavel shut the door behind him.

For the next half hour, Tyler’s father sat at the kitchen table, eating a couple slices of pizza and checking things on his phone, all while various sounds came from the basement door. Lots of grunts. Some yells. At some point he was sure he heard “Please dad!” He heard Pavel yell some things, sometimes in Russian too.

After 30 minutes, Tyler’s dad decided to check on them. He opened the door and went down the stairs.

Dad: You boys ok down here?

When he saw the scene downstairs, he noticed Tyler was having a rough time. Pavel had tied him to the punching bag they kept in the basement that worked as a makeshift gym. His son was hanging on the fag, covered in welts and bruises. He saw that he also had a black eye. Pavel had stopped pummeling him and turned around. Tyler’s head was hanging down. He clearly had gone through a lot.

Pavel: We’re doing great!

Pavel lifts the fag’s head by pulling on his hair, showing off his work. Pavel has stripped down to his underwear, his massive cock fully tenting. Pavel is covered with sweat and looks even more impressive. Tyler, looking much less impressive, is also still hard despite the treatment he has received.

Dad: Is that a camera?

Pavel: Yes it is! I’m documenting my whole stay in America.

Pavel then flexes for the camera.

Pavel: Fag, kiss my bicep for the camera. 

Groaning, Tyler lifts his head and plants as many kisses on Pavel’s beautiful muscles as he can. Pavel interrupts him with a punch to his stomach.

Dad: Alright, well I’ll leav you boys alone.

Tyler’s dad leaves the basement, cleaning up a bit upstairs (he, coincidentally, also remains hard the entire time doing this). After another half hour he checks on them again.

Dad walks down to the basement to hear the unmistakable sounds of alpha balls slapping against fag ass, his son's pained yelps, and Pavel yelling "TAKE MY FAG HATING DICK, FAGGOT". When dad reaches the end of the stairs, he can see what's happening. Pavel's massive frame is pounding the fag into the ground under him. Pavel lifts his giant body up for it to come crashing down, flattening the fag underneath it. When Pavel thrusts down the fag is completely engulfed in Pavel’s mass. Pavel also has giant arm hooked around the fag’s throat, his bicep exploding into his neck. Pavel has clearly done this a time or two, he expertly flexes and unflexes his muscle to cut off airflow and then give it back, keeping the fag at the edge of consciousness the entire fuck.

Pavel begins to fuck harder, yelling things in Russian as he slams into the fag’s ass. Tyler makes animal noises as he gets pounded into the ground. Eventually, Pavel is ready to bust.

Tyler’s dad could see Pavel’s big balls pumping a thick load, impregnating his son’s ass with his testosterone-filled seed. The pumps of cum just kept coming until the thick semen flooded around his cock. After cumming, Pavel breathed out heavily and then collapsed for a bit on top of the fag, taking a break (the fag made a small squeal when the entirety of Pavel’s body weight fell on top of him). After about 30 seconds, he removed his cock from the fag’s ass, causing cum to come flooding out, puddling outside the fag’s hole. Tyler’s dad marveled at the amount of cum that came out. Pavel then went around to Tyler’s head and roughly shoved his softening cock into the fag’s mouth. Without having to be told, Tyler sucked the cock, cleaning all around with his tongue, greedily lapping at the cum that had gotten on Pavel’s balls. Tyler’s dad noticed how Tyler seemed to relish Pavel’s semen.

Pavel: Oh and don’t think your son didn’t just enjoy that.

Pavel lifted Tyler up a bit show under his belly. It was true: Tyler had cum twice during the vicious assault on his asshole.

Dad: Well I’m glad you both are having a good time.

Pavel nodded, then looked back at Tyler on the floor.

Pavel: Wow I really needed that. After that long flight, that felt good. Wow, I really fucked you up good.

Pavel looked down at the pathetic little American fag. His muscles bulged bigger than ever. There was no stopping his power.

Tyler: I’m sorry I’m a fag.

This was said unprompted, practically involuntarily. Just looking at the huge stud in front of him, the power he had just unleashed on him - it was too much. He was already well trained. Pavel chuckled.

Pavel: We are going to have fun together little faggot. When I came to America I had a project to bash as many American fags as possible. I wanted to know how different it was than bashing a fag from my country. But now, I have a new project. You, faggot. That’s right, you’re the only fag whose going to get my attention - the only fag I will punish for your sickness.

At that exact moment more cum dislodged itself out of Tyler’s asshole, making a disgusting sound as it flooded out of his puffy and destroyed cunt.

Pavel: We will do this, and worse, every single day I’m staying in America. I am a top fag punisher in my country, and you’ve going to be on the receiving end of all my hate. You will learn a new meaning of hate, faggot. I will destroy you. Completely break you. I will document every step of the way for my project. I think this will also make me a lot of money in my country, as these types of videos are popular. Everyone loves to see an American fag get destroyed. (Pavel flexes his huge muscles). I will break you down until there is nothing left, then take you further faggot. I am an expert at this. While I am around you have no rights. You are not even a person. You are fucked.

He couldn’t imagine going through what he went through today again. Every day? And worse!? Looking up at the inhuman specimen above him, looking like a hateful god, there was really only one response for the fag. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he started shaking on the ground where he lay.

Tyler: Evvverryy… dayyyy?!?

He made high pitched moaning sounds and then lifted up is stomach a bit, almost to display the pathetic cum shot that dribbled out of his little penis. This was his third orgasm of the night. For his display he was rewarded with Pavel’s spit across his face, which he wore with pride.

Pavel: Alright, you need to rest up, fag. Got a big day for you tomorrow. Time for you to go to sleep. Why don’t you thank your dad for allowing this to happen.

Tyler turns to his father.

Tyler: Thank you dad, for this… cultural experience.

Dad (smiling): I’m glad you’ve learned something son. Don’t forget to thank Pavel.

Tyler (looking up at Pavel earnestly… or as earnestly as he can behind the bruises and swelling on his face): Thank you for the lesson, sir!

Pavel looked down in disgust.

Pavel: Now why don’t you kiss my fist good night.

Tyler just looked at the big meaty fist in his face for a few seconds before responding. He knew these fists had broken many fags before him. They radiated hate. And he would be on the receiving end of them for a long time.

Tyler: Good night big fist.

And then he kissed the fist. Pavel just shook his head and brought his fist to his mouth. He spit a giant loogie across his fist and a brought it back.

Pavel: My fist says good night.

And then he brings the first to Tyler’s face. Tyler’s poor face is no match for the unbridled power and hate behind Pavel’s fist. As Pavel’s fist connects with the fag’s face, Tyler’s dad winces slightly at the unmistakable sound of a nose being broken. The fag was instantly and brutally KOed. The fag’s face, already black, blue, and swollen from being used as a punching bag, got some new color added to it.

Tyler’s father adjusts his cock in his pants. For some reason, surely completely unrelated to watching a giant Russian bull destroy his faggot son, his cock is fully erect and just leaked precum, staining his khakis, as he watched his son get KOed by the beast.

Tyler’s dad isn’t the only one getting excited. It’s not uncommon for fag bashings to cause Pavel to orgasm, and this one was a very special occasion. As soon as his fist met that fag face, Pavel was ready to explode. Pulling the fag’s head back by his hair, he brought his cock to the fag’s face and dumped another huge load right not he fag’s face. Tyler’s dad watched in amazement as 9 huge ropes of cum covered the fag’s unconscious face. When Pavel let go of his hair, Tyler’s head just slumped down the floor, hitting it. Tyler’s dad grimaced.

Dad: Don’t want to offend, but do you think maybe he has a concussion?

Pavel: No, trust me. I do this all the time, I know what I’m doing. Fag’s are weak but are made to get abused like this. They are very resilient.

Tyler’s dad didn’t ask any more questions, it sounded good enough to him.

Pavel: Now let’s get him ready for bed.

Pavel’s idea of bedtime for the fag was contorting the fag’s body into a horrific position, kept in place by bondage. He was sure the fag would have a very unpleasant night. That made him feel good. Tyler’s dad just marveled at his handiwork.

Pavel: Only one last thing to do…

Pavel takes his nearly completely soft dick in his hand and a heavy stream of piss drenches the fag. As he pisses, Pavel lifts his head back, looking at the ceiling, enjoying the sensation of finally pissing - especially on a fag! He then looks over at Tyler’s dad - still pissing.

Pavel: Why don’t you join me?

Dad: Oh, I don’t know if I could do that Pavel.

Pavel: Please, I’ll be offended if you don’t - in my country sometimes as many of as 10 of us gather around a fag to piss.

Dad: Oh, well, wouldn’t want to offend you.

Tyler’s father whips out his surprisingly big dick and almost immediately another fat stream of piss hits the fag’s body. The fag is starting to gain consciousness now. After drenching his hole body in piss, both men wordlessly decided to aim their piss stream right at Tyler’s face, enjoying the sputtering he was starting to do as he gained consciousness.

Once they were done, they zipped up their pants and Tyler’s dad slapped Pavel’s huge back.

Dad: It’s great to have you in our home!

Pavel: I think I’m going to really enjoy this. Hey, let’s go upstairs, I’d like to show you my videos I make for social media. They are becoming very popular - I document punishing fags. I think your son would be very popular!

Dad: Oh, let’s go see that. And I’m sure he would be honored to be a part of something like that.

They both walked up the stairs. Tyler’s dad flicked out the lights to the basement and shut the door behind him. In total darkness the fag regained consciousness to his new reality.

(There may even be more adventures of Pavel, Tyler, and Dad in the future)