WARNING!
Jacob Slader
Chase Peters
Distributor | Released | Length |
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Spunk Video | 2009 | 83 |
Description source: promotional material
The Fall of 2008 and Winter of 2009 is a period in the history of gay men in San Francisco for the record books. The struggle for equal rights set against the background of gay marriage brought to light the personal and cultural discrimination we deal with on a daily basis. Retribution is a strong emotion, and one that encompasses fantasies and desires of resolution. It is from this milieu that Bareback Abduction 2 was conceived.
Protests and demonstrations against gay marriage were commonplace near City Hall throughout the fall, and what better source for an abductee than the despicable God Hates Fags crowd that literally demeans gay men’s very existence. Chase Peters was too tempting a target for the SpunkMob, snatched off the street, blindfolded and dragged back to the Mob’s South of Market warehouse where a waiting Jacob Slader planned a deflowering and religious conversion – but in reverse to the standard born-again meme, putting the human back into the zealot’s body, so to speak.
As in the first Bareback Abduction, Slader takes control of the situation and directs his “boys” to warm Peters up as he whimpers and begs for mercy. Spunk Exclusive Sage Daniels leads the pack, shoving his thick cock down Peters' throat while Aztec and Andre Barclay hold the blindfolded victim in place. There’s something about the way that Peters takes to cocksucking that belies his protests, however, and he quickly submits to Mob rule, sucking first Sage’s cock to the root, then following course with Aztec and Barclay before Slader takes over and repositions Peters for a throatfucking, telling his crew to “get the fuck out,” giving him sole custody of his prey, for a time.
Slader relishes his “alone time” with Peters, ripping his shirt off and gagging him repeatedly as he shoves his huge cock down Peter’s gullet, ballsac covering Peters’ only other air supply. Tears stream down Peter’s face as Slader slams his meat – all 9+ inches of it – as far down his throat as possible, but there’s something about the way that Peter’s takes it that hints at something else going on. As Slader works Peters over orally, Peters flips over to get a better angle at Slader’s cock before Slader beckons Peters over to the mattress, wrapping his arms around Peters in a warm embrace before tossing him down and commanding the young man to remove his pants.
Peters fears for the worse at this point, searching for salvation. Slader perversely displays affection for Peters – kissing him before dry humps Peter’s ass, then whispering into Peter’s ear saying “you know what’s coming?” as though Peters has any doubt. But when Slader’s cock begins probing Peter’s sphincter, the fear on Peter’s face gives way to the pain of being split in half. Slader rims Peters hole giving him scant moisture – enough to ease the friction on his cock, but little else. Peters screams in pain and bucks like a wild bronco as Slader jams his meat deep into Peters’ guts.
With Peters’ underwear still loosely clinging to his hips, Slader fucks the daylights out of Peters who yelps and cries throughout the ordeal. Slader’s cock drips precum like a firehose, filling Peters’ ass with slimy manjuice. Unaccustomed to getting fucked, Peters’ hole clinches tight around Slader’s cock despite the repeated ramroding, which is just the way Slader likes it. With little effort, Slader blows a load up Peters’ ass, jamming his cock back in over and over while the cum mixed with buttjuice and slime gushes down Peters’ taint and into his ragged underwear. Exhausted with both pain and ecstasy, Peters flops onto his belly hoping he’s through his ordeal… when Slader raps his feet, commands him to his knees, and calls out for the rest of the SpunkMob to “come and get ‘em!”
The abductors – Sage, Aztec and Andre – come back into the room, dropping their pants and getting right down to business. Sage finally pulls Peters’ underwear off, tossing it into the heap along with the remainders of Peters’ shredded clothes. Peters’ hole is fully lubed and ready – well, as ready as it will ever be – for Sage’s throbbing cock. Following Slader’s lead, Sage plows right into Peters’ hole as his cries are muffled by Andre’s dick in Peters' mouth. Sage wastes no time and shows no mercy, piston-fucking Peters. But this crew is an equal opportunity mob, and as Sage pulls out, Aztec moves over and right on in giving Peters little respite.
Meanwhile, other tatted-up members of the SpunkMob begin filtering into the room, sitting on the fuckbench and watching the trio of abductors work Peters over one-by-one. Joey Russo’s cock gets rock hard watching the boy put through his paces by the three tops, and the verbal abuse continues unabated. The Mob is pissed and taking it out on Peters in no uncertain terms, querying Peters, “Where’s Jesus now?” and telling him to “take it, faggot” without remorse.
The trio rotate around Peters like rabid dogs on a piece of road kill . Sage in particular gets off on the ATM action, repeatedly telling Peters to “clean my cock” with his mouth. Aztec follows Sage’s lead and bangs the hell out of Peters – and without so much as a worry that the boy will get sore from the drilling. The action, as seen from the fuckbench, gets more than just a rise from the Mob… Slader joins Russo, Samuels and Leaper (so far) in the gallery and rock hard cocks prove just how hot the scene gets. Just to add some visual excitement, Aztec and Andre stuff both their cocks in Peters’ mouth as Sage moves back into lead-off fucker position.
Finally, Sage can hold out no longer and delivers the first cumshot (of *four* he ultimately gives Peters), gushing all over Peters’ balls and taint before shoving his throbbing cock back inside, delivering the last few drops of hot raw spunk. The mobsters rotate again and Sage slides his slimy cock and balls right to Peters’ face and once again tells him to “clean it off.” Sage’s cock is so slick and rock hard it bounces up and out of Peters’ hand and we see his tongue licking Sage’s ballsac clean as Aztec plunges into his cummy hole.
Meanwhile, Scott the Fluffer has worked the fuckbench and Joey decides Peters’ needs another cock, stepping up to the plate (so to speak). Joey straddles Peters’ ass and his cock is so hard he has to push it down into Peters’ hole. Aztec and Andre continue to stuff Peters’ mouth, keeping it full enough to prevent him from crying out as Joey fucks his now sloppy open hole. The cockring Joey wears is of little consequence his dick is so hard – he is so turned on – so he flips it off hardly missing a beat. Joey fucks with such intensity that Peters hardly notices when Aztec and Andre move out of the way to allow Chris Leaper to move up and into his mouth. Chris’ meatstick matches his tight and lean body, and Peters, by this time, knows what to do, sucking it right in. Peters has reached the point where he knows there is little to do but lay back and take it… from both ends.
After watching the scene for so long, Joey takes little time to shoot a load, spraying Peters with cum before sliding back in and finishing off. The sight of another cock and another load going up Peters’ ass brings Slader to another climax, dumping a load in Peters’ mouth before finishing off in his ass. Incredibly, Sage moves in, asking Peters, “Ready for another load?” but not waiting for an answer.
Scott the Fluffer strikes again, blowing 11-inch Lito Cruz to full mast just before takes Sage’s place, drops to his knees and crams every last inch into Peters’ loose and oozing hole, eliciting an “oh my God” from Peters… an exclamation of fright, or avowal of conversion?
The Mob gathers around the mattress to watch Peters take the massive cock, and by this time, Joey slapping Peters’ face with his dick doesn’t even register. Cruz tells Joey to stuff his cock into Peters’ mouth to stifle the screams as he’s opened further than he ever imagined. The demonstration turns into group-think as Devlin Michaels steps up to hold Peters’ left leg and Chris Leaper holds the right so that Lito can concentrate on fucking with full force. The scene is so hot that Aztec blows a load from the gallery, dropping to his knnes and dumping it on Peters’ ass for Lito to then use his massive member to scoop the spooge up and use for lube.
But being the generous type, Lito moves over (once all the spunk is planted inside Peters’ ass) for Aztec to finish off, dropping the last few cumlets into Peters. Not to miss an ATM opportunity, Aztec immediately moves to Peters’ mouth and commands him to “clean it off.” Meanwhile, Devlin (who had been holding Peters’ left leg up for Lito) jumps into the lead fucker position and dumps his first load up Peters’ butt. And to continue the round of ATM action, Devlin rotates up to Peters’ mouth while Andre moves on in for a slimy fuck, blowing a load and leaving his cock covered in a frothy mixture of cum, spit and buttjuice.
Sage jumps back into the mix, flips Peters on his back and throws a quick fuck following by blowing his third load, moving up to feed his cum-covered cock to Peters, and making room for Joey to finish off the scene with yet another cumshot. But Peters’ conversion really starts to take shape when Sage catches him mumbling “fuck me” to Joey and makes him shout it out for the room to hear.
Lito hears this and in a blur of activity moves in for another round at Peters’ ass. Slader pitches in again, feeding his cock to Peters mouth as Lito impales him from the rear. As Devlin and Sage hold Peters’ legs for Lito – again – Aztec watches and again jerks a load out and into Peters’ mouth, feeding him his “communion” as Sage suggests. This is practically a religious experience to Peters and he begins to identify with the SpunkMob, really getting into the scene and surrendering to his most base desires. Lito’s continued pummeling is belied by the look on Peters’ face as he stares into Lito eyes with incredible desire, begging for his load. Lito takes ownership of the moment and rolls Peters onto his side without pulling out, and bangs his ass like there’s no tomorrow. Signaling his acceptance of his newfound faith, Peters throws his arm around Lito’s neck and passionately kisses him. When Lito shoots his first load deep inside Peters, the cycle is complete and Peters fully and completely accepts who – and what – he is.
But the apostasy continues nevertheless. The SpunkMob has gathered on the fuckbench to watch Lito fuck Peters, and between stroking their dicks and Scott the Fluffer doing his job, they’re all hard (again) and ready for more action. Lito picks Peters up and drops him onto Joey’s hard cock. Joey lays back and Peters follows suit, which Joey recognizes as “begging to get double fucked” as he tells Sage, who obliges. Of course, after Lito, two big dicks is more than possible for Peters. Sage slides his fat cock inside and next to Joey’s and the two fuck Peters as he moans his prayer of pleasure.
The purpose of the fuckbench lineup, at least for the SpunkMob, is to pass their victim up and down the line. Peters works the bench like a pro, bouncing up and down on each of the boys’ cocks in tandem, whilst feeding on cock first from Slader (who guides him down the lineup), then taking oral loads from Joey and then Devlin. Slader slides his cock in Peters’ mouth as he works each man, slicking himself up before one last stab at Peters’ ass. By the time each member of the Mob has fucked Peters for the umpteenth time, he’s fully embraced his newfound identity, breaking into laughter as Slader tells him “I guess you’re going to Hell with the rest of us.” Slader rolls Peters onto his back as the guys get out of the way – they know better – for Slader to get in one last shot.
Peters’ head spins as he has a moment to grasp his cathartic lust, interrupted as Lito pulls him to the edge of the fuckbench and impales him one last time, throwing a fuck and a load deep, deep inside Peters’ ass. The ever-hard Sage gets another fuck and load off before Slader throws Peters on the mattress and clears the room. Slader pins Peters down for a moment but leaves Peters stunned and reeling in his conversion. Peters’ expression tells a story in itself, a story of faith, salvation and his belief in himself as a gay man finally come home.