(Side Scene - Screws and Tom)

Screws pulls out a bunch of belts and straps from one of his cases and immediately sets the Twins to work. Tom struggles as they manhandle him, strapping his torso up in a harness-like implement.

Screws towers over Tom wearing a similar harness, then kneels down at his head with his long, crooked cock positioned at Tom's lips.

"Knock knock, Daddy's home!" Screws laughs, trying to **** his cock into Tom's mouth. Tom turns away, his lips pressed tight. Screws grabs a clamp from his case and places it on Tom's nose, sealing off his breathing passage. "You're gonna open your mouth eventually and when you do I'm gonna fuck it!" Tom continues to hold his breath for minutes on end and the Twins tap their feet impatiently.

"Want us to just **** him to open up? One good punch to the gut and we'll crack those lips wide open."

"Nah. It's more fun if he chooses to open up." Screws explains. He watches Tom intently behind his large glasses--he sees the fear in his eyes as he studies Tom's condition. He sees Tom's eyes begin to lose focus and roll back into his head a bit and feels the stirrings of delight within him. "That's right, go right to sleep. Daddy Screws will take good care of you." Tom's mouth lolls open and Screws feels the soft breaths against his cockhead. Screws quickly pulls a cock cage from his case and places it right over Tom's softening cock.

"He passed out." One of the Twins says, unimpressed.

"And that's even more fun than if he had just opened his mouth and gave in!" Screws estimates the most effective angle he can use to cause the most discomfort to Tom upon thrusting into his throat, shifts around a bit and then shoots right in. Tom's eyes fly right open and a wet mess of saliva blasts against Screws's crotch. Screws growls, realizing that a few inches of his crooked cock were still exposed to the open air. With a shift of his hips and a harsh thrust, he shatters the last of Tom's resistance and hilts his cock into Tom's throat, then removes the clamp from his nostrils.

"That's right baby, kiss my dick." Screws coos as he watches Tom's lips engulf the base of his cock. Screws nods toward the Twins. "Strap us up, boys, we got places to go!" Tom panics as he feels his back being lifted off the ground and somehow feels Screws's cock digging deeper down his throat. His body is pressed against Screws's and their harnesses are strapped together and Tom realizes that he's been turned into some kind of living cocksleeve. Screws wiggles his hips and secures Tom's neck to his belt with a strap, then begins to rapidly thrust into him to test the strength of the system.

"Yeah, that'll stay. Thanks boys!" Screws says. "I'm gonna go out for a walk." Tom spasms and gags in protest, but Screws just bounces along happily, his cases in hand as he walks out of the bathroom with Tom's throat impaled on his prick. Tom's nostrils flare as tears flow from his eyes.

The cold night air hits Tom's skin, sending a shiver down his spine. Screws's thighs press against his cheeks.

"Whoo it's cold! Good thing I got you to keep my bits warm, huh?!" Screws teases. "Now we're gonna go somewhere private and have some real fun, just the two of us. I got a lot of toys you're gonna love. Eventually." Tom protests, his nostrils flaring as he attempts to free his mouth from the cock gagging him. Screws breaks out into a sprint and Tom feels nothing but his throat being set ablaze by the rough fucking he's getting. After a few seconds of sprinting, Screws stops by a tree and shakes and shivers uncontrollably.

"Oooooh oh fuck!" Tom's head bounces against the trunk of the tree as Screws makes short, rapid thrusts that ram him into the tree. Tom doesn't even taste the cum with how far up Screws has lodged his cock. "That was good, thanks! I want you to suck me off so good that my cock will turn red and it'll hurt for me to even think about sex!" Screws walks over to a nearby bench and plops down on the edge of the seat, allowing Tom's head to hang free. Screws idly fingers Tom and whistles a tune into the night. Tom hears a click as Screws opens up one of his cases.

"Oooh, you're gonna love this one!" Screws waves a wicked-looking, multi-tiered buttplug in front of Tom's eyes, relishing in his panic. The first bulb of the plug is the size of a plum and shaped like a teardrop--nice, smooth and round, it looks fairly innocuous as far as sex-toys go. The second bulb, however, is covered in ridges and widens out to about the size of a large orange. The third bulb is smaller than the second by a bit, but is longer, conical and has a spiral texture running down its length. The fourth and final bulb, however, is about as wide around as a grapefruit and is covered in alternating rows of latex barbs, ensuring that no matter which way the plug gets pulled, there will be barbs dragging along flesh. Tom tries to shake his head, but Screws just squeezes his head between his thighs.

Tom feels the first bulb press against his hole; Screws steadily pushes it down against Tom's natural resistance until it pops unceremoniously into place. Tom blows a sigh of relief through his nostrils, tickling Screws's balls.

"Let's try that again!" Screws laughs, yanking the first bulb out of Tom. Tom's ass snaps shut once it's no longer being invaded and Screws looks at it curiously. "That's strange." Screws rams the first bulb into Tom, then begins forcing the second one into Tom's ass. Tom's moans vibrate against Screws's cock, sending pleasure throughout his body. "Keep it up!" Screws exclaims as he pops the second bulb into Tom fully. He tugs at the bulb a bit, but it seems to be stuck pretty good. With a shrug, Screws moves onto the third bulb and twists it down into Tom like a drill. Tom rolls his hips, feeling the spiral texture tease his anal rim. Screws spits on the toy to lube it up and begins sawing the spiral bulb in and out of Tom, whose eyes roll back into his head with pleasure. Screws works the toy faster and faster and Tom wants to cry in frustration at the cage around his cock, preventing him from getting hard and blowing his load right there. On a particularly careless thrust, Screws brings the fourth bulb against Tom's ass and the barbs drag along his anus, causing Tom to sputter and gag at the uncomfortable sensation.

Screws gives into his inner sadist and slowly presses the final bulb against Tom's hole, looking on in wonder as the first row of barbs gets slowly engulfed by Tom's tight hole. The second row of barbs, being positioned in the opposite grain of the first row, slips in with absolutely no resistance until Screws decides he wants a playback and drags the second row of barbs out of Tom's hole, receiving a pleasant buzz in his groin for his efforts. Screws continues the torturously slow process until he gets to the widest point of the bulb. He releases his grip on the plug, wanting to see if Tom's hole would greedily swallow the rest of the bulb or reject it and painfully eject row after row of barbs. Tom's hole spasms for a few seconds, then the bulb is forcefully ejected, giving Screws a beautiful view of Tom's hole getting blown out. Tom's hole gapes lightly around the stem of the plug between the third and final bulbs, winking every so often as Tom struggles to catch a breath and giving Screws a good look into Tom's intestines.

Admiring his own work, Screws rests a cheek against one of his fists, then rests the connected elbow on the base of the plug. With a playful but forceful push and a good thrust of his hips, he rams that final bulb all the way home and drives his dick as deep down Tom's throat as it'll go, then throws his head back and rests against the back of the bench, taking a nap. The two remain like this for a good hour--Tom's throat speared and spasming around Screws's cock, with his guts being tortured by the devious plug buried within him and Screws peacefully and contently taking a nap on the bench as he gets his cock continuously milked--before Screws finally wakes up.

Screws grabs the base of the butt plug and pulls out all four bulbs in an instant, presenting him with a view of Tom's rosebud. Screws eats it out for a moment before remembering the situation:

"We better get back to the bathroom--unless you wanna go home with me?" Screws thrusts playfully up Tom's throat, gagging him and keeping him silent and Tom finally realizes just how fucked he is.