A STUBBORN CASE

BY IAGO

Every so often Ryan and I have to deal with a really stubborn little boy. A couple of months after we got Kyle squared away we got a really tough case. His name was Trevor; he was seven year old, tall and skinny with dirty short blond hair and blue eyes. He was extremely cute, but was also a total brat.

He was sitting on the “swing set” when we came in. “Come here,” I told him. He thrust his little feet against the floor and launched himself. “Get off the swing and come here.” Another swing. “I said come here!” Trevor stopped swinging, looked at us, and then returned to his play. Ryan went over and grabbed the chains. Trevor got off, walked in front of Ryan and kicked him hard in the shin. Ryan bellowed and instinctively grabbed his injured member. Taking careful aim, Trevor kicked Ryan’s other leg, just below the knee. Before he could do more damage I grabbed him in a half nelson and lifted him high in the air.

“Your call, “I told Ryan, “What do you want to start with?”

Ryan glowered at the struggling boy. “He needs a first class lesson. The rack, Kevin.”

“The rack it is.”

Our rack consisted simply of an open frame with two windlasses at either end. It took us nearly a minute to secure him to it. Each windlass had a wheel which allowed us to stretch his arms and legs at the same time. Ryan took the top wheel and I took the bottom one. We slowly turned our wheels till Trevor started screaming. We both gave him another quarter turn, and then conferred for a moment. The boy was stretched nearly as tight as guitar string, small tendons popping out in his thin arms and legs, little boy sweat slicking his forehead. “Let’s get a better look at him,” Ryan said. I nodded and Ryan went over and started stripping Trevor. First he ripped Trevor’s t-shirt off, and then he yanked the boy’s shorts and underpants down to his sneakered feet. He pulled the child’s little sneakers off, and then ripped his shorts and briefs away leaving Trevor completely naked. Ryan gave the bottom wheel another half turn, then stood up and repeated this with the top wheel.

Meanwhile I brought over one of our electric shock machines. The electrodes on this model resembled safety pins. Ryan and I played with Trevor's nipples for a moment. When they were nice and hard we each took one of the electrodes and thrust its pin through his nipples. Paying no attention to the child's agonized shrieks, we pierced his scrotum and the underside of his penis--the little flap of skin left over from his circumcision--with another pair. Ryan opened another “safety pin” and shoved it up Ryan’s penis. I clamped two more to his skinny buttocks and followed them with a rod in his anus, which made direct contact with his infant prostate. I could tell by the intensity of his screams.

We sat back and waited for him to stop screaming. This took about three minutes. When Trevor hung limply on the rack we started slowly torturing him with electricity. We gradually dialed up the current till Trevor showed signs of reacting to it, slight twitches and some faint moans. Another notch and the naked boy started yelping, "Ow, oww, ow." Still another notch and Trevor's small body began spasming. Another turn brought a blood curdling scream. "YIEEEEEEE! YIEEEEEEEEE!" We raised the intensity another level. Trevor shrieked even louder this time, his tiny body jerking violently on the rack. We kept shocking Trevor at this level for fifteen minutes. By then, Trevor was too exhausted to scream and was barely reacting to the current surging through his tiny body. So we increased his torment another level. Five minutes later Trevor fainted. By now Ryan and I were rather excited, so we took him off the rack and carried him over to the bed. While I held him, Ryan inserted a bar across the middle of the bed, bolting it securely to the frame. This left it about a foot and half above the bed. We then put Trevor’s tummy across the bar and tied his hands and feet to the bed. This left him with his little ass high in the air, a perfect target. I gave Ryan first crack. The teen got on the bed, pulled Trevor’s hips toward him, lined his dick up with the little kid’s virgin asshole, then rammed it home.

That got Trevor’s attention. “AHHIUEEEEEEUIEEEEE” he wailed as Ryan started power fucking him. “Oh GAWD! He’s so hot and tight!” Ryan yelled. He pulled his dick out, slimly with Trevor’s blood (but no shit---we had had Trevor thoroughly cleaned out before the session), then rammed it back in. “Ahhh, Ahhh,” Ryan groaned as he got his dick further up the little boy’s channel. I decided to get into the act. I took my clothes off and got on the front of the bed. I waited for Ryan to thrust his dick back into Trevor’s abused little ass. When he did, I shoved my deep into his throat. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Trevor’s face turn cherry red. When I pulled my dick out, he gasped and wheezed like a codger in the last stages of COPD. Not wanting to choke the kid—we had much more planned for him—I went back to watching Ryan rape him. Ryan shot his load, then immediately started raping Trevor again. He was even rougher this time, reaching around to twist Trevor’s nipples, or to crush his tiny balls and dick. This rape took longer too, nearly five minutes. Ryan raped Trevor three more times, when I took over. Trevor’s little anus was still quite tight—and extremely sore—so each thrust of my cock drew fresh screams of agony from the little boy. I raped him four times before I needed a break. Ryan took over and raped him a half dozen times, before I was ready again. We took turns raping Trevor till he was unconscious, zapped him awake with a cattle prod and raped him some more. After a couple of hours of this we decided it was time for a change.

We untied him and removed the bed bar. We laid him spread-eagled on the bed and tied him to it again. We got put disk vibrators on his sore little dick and nipples and put a nice thick one up his anus. “OK, Trevor, we’re going to make you feel sort of good right now. You’re going to a get some nice feelings in your dick and nipples.” Naturally it took quite a while to get him aroused--say seven or seven minutes, but soon his abused little dick was flag pole hard as he writhed toward orgasm. Of course we weren't going to let him have one. We tortured him to the brink of orgasm over a dozen times.

"We're going to keep doing this," I told the panting child, "till you say the magic words." "Yeah, the magic words,” Ryan chimed in.

“And what are the magic words, you're wondering I bet,” I stroked Trevor's untidy blond hair, “it's FUCK ME!”

As might be expected Trevor wasn't very thrilled with that option. “NOO! NOOO!” he howled, “DON”T HURT MEEEE PLEASEEE!!! He sobbed incoherently while we watched the vibrators bring him to the point of orgasm again and again.

After about twenty minutes it was clear that Trevor wasn't going to cooperate.

“Trevor you're being a VERY BAD BOY,” I scolded him as Ryan removed the vibrators, “so we're going to give you an extra special punishment.” In fact we were going to torture him nearly to death.

We dragged the screaming kid over to the swing set, and hung by his wrists. We picked up a pair of child-sized cattle prods and started to torture him with increasing levels of electric shocks.. We slowly drew the prods up and down the bawling brat's upper body, me in the front, Ryan in back. Then I carefully placed mine directly over his right nipple and pressed the trigger. I tortured his nipples for ten seconds then moved down to his belly button. When I was finished Ryan shocked him from neck to buttocks. Next we shifted to his lower body. Ryan started by shocking his buttocks. This drove Trevor forward. My prod met his swinging body with shocks to his penis and testicles. This sent him back to Ryan who shoved his prod up Trevor's ass. While he tortured Trevor's tiny ass with shocks, I zapped him several times across his penis, balls and tummy.

Trevor's next punishment was a three hour session of electric shock torture, with modifications. These were delivered by specially modified version of the “crown of thorns” electrodes that we had tortured him with earlier. These included hollow needles that would periodically inject various drugs into him. These included a sub-sub-sub minimum dose of synthetic Australian box jellyfish venom (the most painful poison on the planet), a powerful itching compound and a stimulant to keep him awake during the session. The electrodes also included a small microwave projector to simulate burns.

We took Trevor down from the swing set and secured him to the rack. This time we gave him a half dozen turns till his arms and legs were nearly pulled from their sockets and his small body was soaked in sweat.

I replaced the electrodes on the shock machine with the modified crown of thorns models and rolled it over to the rack. Ryan took the first pair and applied them to the seven year old's tiny nipples. In this version the electrodes took the form of needle sharp point which pierced both sides of Trevor's nipples. The injector needle went though the top of the nipples. A slightly larger one went on his belly button. The next set were mounted what looked like a small transparent jock strap. I slipped this around his waist, and then inserted the rear rod prod into his anus. When it reached the tiny prostate I pressed a small button on the end. This released a tiny umbrella shaped probe to grip the hyper sensitive little gland. Ignoring Trevor's agonized shrieks, I pulled the front of the electro-jock up to his genitals. I pulled his penis out to full length and attached the needle wires—three on each side with a seventh going straight down his pee slit. With a half dozen additional needles pricking the tiny egg smooth scrotum Trevor was now ready for his third session of electric shock torture.

We set the intensity level at 110% of the maximum Trevor had received earlier. The stimulants would allow him sustain that for fairly long periods. When shocks at that level would be too much, the machine would automatically dial them down by thirty percent. After this, the shocks would cut out and the injectors would go to work. When the current started surging through his naked body Trevor screamed so loudly we were both thankful that the room and house was abundantly sound proofed.

“IYEEEEEEEEEE! IYEEEEEEEE!” followed by a few seconds while the boy desperately sucked air into his lungs then “YIEEEEEEE YIIEEEEEE! YIEEEEEE!”

Trevor as we might have mentioned is a very strong little boy, so he was able to keep this up for most of the first ten minute cycle of electric shock torture. This was followed by the drug cycle. A minute of venom, followed by dose of stimulant, followed by two minutes of the itching compound, then a minute of microwave burning.

When the three hours were we debated what to do next. It was too late to take him outside and crucify him “for real.” So instead we decided to put him on the “play cross” we had used to torture Kyle. First, though, we needed to rape him some more.. We propped Trevor on all fours, with his little ass high in the air, then tied his feet and hands to the bed. Ryan grabbed his sweat soaked blond hair and yanked his head back. When Trevor opened his mouth to scream, Ryan thrust his dick down it. Meanwhile I had climbed on behind the boy. When I saw Ryan pull his dick I shoved mine up his ass. We double raped Trevor like this for about ten minutes before shooting our loads into him. Then we switched places. After raping Trevor like this a few more times we put him on the play cross.

“This is just for practice,” I told him as I attached the rubber cuffs to his wrists. “When we do this tomorrow you’re going to be nailed.” “But we’re not going to let you miss out all the fun right now,” Ryan said driving a pair of push pins into Trevor’s palms. He then bent down and shoved another pair into Trevor’s feet just below his toes. We then set the cross up and watched Trevor for a few minutes. He grimaced in agony then gave a long scream as the pain in his arms and legs overwhelmed him. His tummy flattened and his rib cage ballooned out as he desperately drew air into his lungs. He tried to keep himself upright to relieve the terrible pressure on his small body.

He jerked and struggled against his bonds. His head was thrown back hard, the muscles of his neck standing out like wires beneath the skin. Trevor struggled to stand as high on his toes and as stretched out as possible in order to relieve the incredible pain in his arms and wrists. His entire body shook with the pain, his chest shrinking and then quickly expanding as he sucked in short gasps of air between screams. At last Trevor ran out of either air or energy and his screaming lowered to just as steady moaning. His eyes appeared glazed over as his chin dropped momentarily to his chest. After a while he started screaming again. Again his head was thrown back hard and a long terrible scream came from his stretched and tortured body. His belly sucked in tight, causing his rib cage to be even more apparent at its lowest point. His head had dropped back and his entire weight was resting on his outstretched arms. Every muscle in his body twitched as he struggled to pull himself upright. Finally his head dropped to his chest and he hung limply on the cross.

That was our clue to give him a bit of stimulation. Ryan wrapped wires around the push pins and hooked them to our electric shock machine. Meanwhile I put the crown of thorn electrodes back on Trevor’s nipples, penis and scrotum. We then started to slowly torture him, starting with low level electric shocks. We gradually dialed up the current till Trevor showed signs of reacting to it, slight twitches and some faint moans. Another notch and the naked boy started yelping, "Ow, oww, ow." Still another notch and Trevor's small body began spasming on the cross. Another turn brought a blood curdling scream. "YIEEEEEEE! YIEEEEEEEEE!" We pushed the current up still another notch. Trevor arched away from the cross, frozen in the grip of the electric current for several seconds, then fell back as the shock machine's automatic safety device cut in. Knowing how much he could stand we tortured him with electric shocks at this level for an hour. We turned the current off and sent fresh doses of synthetic insect venom into his body. Then we tortured him with electric shocks some more. We then took him off the cross and tied him face down across a high bench. He was completely out of it, so I got behind him and thrust my iron rod deep into his ass. Trevor’s head flew up and he opened his mouth to scream, but before he could Ryan had his cock down his throat. By this time we were both pretty tired so it took us nearly fifteen minutes to complete the double rape. We then put Trevor to bed.

The next morning we shook him awake and told him he was going to be crucified. “But first,” I told him, “you'll get an extra painful whipping with these,” I dangled my flagrum in front of him. It was smaller and lighter than the traditional Roman version and didn't have the stones and nails usually embedded in the lashes. Instead it was lined with synthetic nettles filled with irritants. Each lash would leave some of them in the boy's skin causing intense burning and itching which would last long after the actual whip lash pain would vanish—a fact we carefully explained to the boy.

For his flogging we tied Trevor upside from the ceiling, hoisting him till his head was just about even with our waist lines. His feet were attached to rings set in sliding ratchets. We slid the rings apart till Trevor looked like an animated letter Y.

Ryan and I took our positions, Ryan behind him and I in front. Ryan studied the crying child for a moment, then viciously uppercut the small boy across his upper back. The force of the blow coupled with the intense pain doubled Trevor up, As his chest rose toward me I met it with a strong lash across his nipples, sending Trevor swinging back to Ryan. By this time the nettle venom was starting to its work.

Trevor's hairless upper body was mass of mottled flesh, crisscrossed with angry red lines. At first Trevor didn't scream too much; as I said he was a tough little kid and had already been through quite a bit—probably was a bit tired too. But as we whipped him harder and harder he couldn't stop. We would slowly count to five between each lash, giving the nettle venom time to torment the boy.“AIEEEEE!

AIEEEE!” the little boy shrieked as the we flogged him . “CRACK SPLAT! CRACK SPLAT! CRACK SPLAT!” With each lash Trevor's body seemed curl up as if squeezed in giant hand. A moment later it would snap like a rubber band with Trevor shrieking in agony. “WHOOSH CRACK! WHOOSH CRACK!” “AIEEEEEYEEE! AYIEEEEEE!” We slowly worked our way up and down the seven year old's back and chest. Blood was steadily dripping down the cuts on his back from Ryan's blows, while I had opened small gashed on his ribs and nipples. Next we moved to Trevor's legs. I took the right one, Ryan the left. We systematically flogged the boy from thighs to feet. When we reached those, we took turns smacking him several times across his toes and soles—not hard enough to do real damage—after all Trevor had a bit of walking to do—but more than ample to send waves of agony sweeping through the small naked body.

By this time Trevor was hanging limply, almost unconscious. It was time for the final stage of the whipping. Ryan brought his whip hard down on the boy's anal crack. You could almost see the pain flash through Trevor like an angry serpent. Before Trevor could get his scream out Ryan smacked him hard across his left buttock, then lashed his right buttock. It was my turn. I whipped Trevor's testicles, followed immediately with a stinging lash to his penis. Ryan then repeated his cycle of blows to Trevor's rear, which I followed with two more lashes to his genitals. By this time the boy was on the verge of passing out. We stuck some smelling salts under his snotty nose and continued whipping him. When we were done we rubbed him all over with special salve. This was a real salve which would stop the bleeding, prevent infection and insure he would heal without any scars. But it also contained a derivative of capsaicin—the stuff that makes hot peppers hot—and substances that made sports cream feel like hand lotion. In short Trevor reacted as though he was being coated in lava. We took him outside, rinsed him off with a garden hose (giving him a nice long drink out of it, too), then tied the crossbar to his shoulders and started him marching down a gravel path the spot where we would crucify him. It was only a fifty or sixty yards and the beam wasn’t very heavy—about five or six pounds, so normally a strong seven year old should have been able to make the trip in three or four minutes. Trevor took nearly fifteen, partly because we decided to whip him along the way which made him fall down several times. When that happened we would torture him with electric shock prods till he got up. prods.

Finally we all reached the small hillock where we were going to crucify him. We weren’t going to just tie him to the cross; we were going to nail him to it. We took the bar off him and made him lie down on the vertical piece. Ryan secured the cross piece to the top of the bar and pulled Trevor’s arms up to it. I picked up a hammer and a ten penny nail and bent down near Trevor’s right hand. With Ryan holding him firmly to the cross, I put the nail tip right over the center of the boy’s wrist, and hammered it hard. It took all Ryan’s might to hold him while I nailed his right wrist to the cross. I then handed the hammer to Ryan who nailed Trevor’s left wrist. We had debated whether to nail his feet o the cross, but had decided against it. Instead we thrust long pins into his toes and the soles of his feet. Next we attached a small platform to the cross, just below his feet. It was a modern version of the old Roman tool used to prolong the agony of their victims. This one was a miniature version of the torture machine we had used on Trevor last night. Trevor was in so much agony that he barely stirred when we put the needles into him. We started with his nipples. I thrust one vertically through his right nipple and Ryan did the same to his left. He then shoved a second needle horizontally through the nipple and I followed suit on my side. We then went to work on his tiny genitals. We used a modified version of a chastity cage. It was lined with tiny needles which gripped his penis and testicles.

We lifted the cross up and placed it in the anchoring hole. Trevor shrieked as the sudden weight on his nailed wrists sent thunderclaps of pain through him. His small body arched out from the cross, chest ballooning out as he desperately drew air into his lungs then he started screaming and screaming. After a few minutes he put his feet on the platform in a frantic effort to take some of the weight of his arms and shoulders. But the instant he did the shock machine sent waves of current trough into him. Instinctively Trevor raised his feet which cut the current off. A few minutes later he had to put his feet back down. This time the shocks went on for a bit longer. Again and again the cycle repeated till Trevor was too exhausted to move. At that point the current switched off and the platform's medical kit administered a dose of stimulants. That kept Trevor going for another hour before the combined effects of crucifixion and electric shock torture knocked him out again. At the point the platform automatically increased the dose of stimulants and slightly lowered the intensity of electrical shocks. You see we wanted to torture Trevor for as long as possible, at least till the end of the afternoon, but preferably till night fall. Being summer in a northern latitude that would be after 9:00 by the way. So every hour or so we would give Trevor a drink to prevent him from getting dehydrated. By 8:30 we had tortured Trevor nearly to death, so we took him down and brought him to the infirmary

After about a week Trevor's physical wounds healed sufficiently that we could staring working on a new conditioning regime for him. This involved several hours of play and exercise followed by making him watch kiddy porn videos. These all involved young boys engaging in sex with adults and teenagers. At first Trevor wasn't too interested, but after a couple of days he started to masturbate as he watched. We put a stop to this by tying him up. Not wanting him to completely miss the fun we put the special vibrators on his nipples, penis and anus, syncing them with the action. So as Trevor watched the little boy on the screen being stimulated he would get the same feeling. Only to point that is. We would never let him reach orgasm. Sometimes the movies would last two hours or more. After a couple of days of this, we had to lock Trevor in a chastity belt to keep him from masturbating. By the end of the second week Trevor was horny as hell and was begging to have sex with us. Or as he put it “PLEASE FUCK THE SHIT OUT ME!” We promised we would do this as soon as he was completely better. Of course the sight of him withering in frustration watching other little boys being fucked was too good to miss.

At the end of the third week we brought Trevor back into the playroom. He was fully dressed in a short-sleeved shirt, shorts, underpants and sandals. We told him we were going to making a movie of him being molested by us.

While I manned the camcorder Ryan ordered him to strip. “Take your clothes off, Trev, do it nice and slowly while you dance for us.” He put on some hip-hop. Trev started gyrating to the music, sweet little arms swinging up down, side ways and every which way. He bent over swinging his little ass back and forth at us. He stood up, his head jerking back and forth. Then he grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head. He swung it around a few times, then tossed it away. Responding to Ryan's gesture, Trev put his hands over his nipples and rubbed them for a couple seconds, He then bent over and unzipped his shorts. Smiling shyly, he lowered them a bit, then arched back, shaking his little body till the small shorts were halfway down his thighs. Trev stood up and let the shorts fall to his ankles. He raised on small hoof and kicked off and sandal. He hopped around one foot a little, then shook off the other sandal. By this time his shorts were just over his feet. He stepped out of them, turned around and swung his tiny brief covered ass at us. He grabbed the waistband and pulled the briefs partly down, just enough to expose the top part of his ass crack., The little cock teaser then pulled them and stood up, He pulled his undies away from his waist to peek inside. One hand snug in to fondle the little tent pole, but just for second. Trev was good boy and stopped himself from masturbating without permission. He lowered his undies a bit more then started jerking and swaying to the music, grabbing his little ass, squeezing his nipples and moving his head as though he was in the throws of an orgasm. Which he very nearly was. After each swing his hands would reach down and lower his briefs just a little bit more. Inch by inch they came down. Finally Trev was too hot in both senses. As the music ended he pulled his underpants down and stepped out of them. The little blond seven year old stood before us, circumcised dick standing proudly out to full length, hard as a tungsten nail.

Now it was our turn.

“Trev, take Ryan's clothes off, then come over here and take mine off. Do it slowly."

The boy walked over to Ryan and reached up to unbutton his shirt and then slowly doing each one, opened it up to reveal the 18 year olds smooth, defined chest. He ran his little hands all over the older boy's exposed flesh as he slowly took off the shirt. Then he got down on his knees in front of Ryan and reached down to untie and then remove his shoes and socks. As he reached up to Ryan's belt buckle I could see the teen's cock straining against the material of his jeans. I took a quick look at Trev's cock, noticing that it was at it's maximum 3" of hardness. The young boy rubbed the bulge in the front of the teen's pants as he undid the belt buckle and opened his pants up button by button. He worked his little hands around until he could get the tight pants to come down, at the same time he was taking the teen's boxers down too. As he got them both past Ryan's cock, it popped out, almost hitting Trev in the face as he took the pants down the teen's legs and helped him to step out of them.

"Man, I can't wait." Ryan said to me. I could see him looking down his cock, dripping precum already, at the young boy still on his knees in front of him. "Suck me Trev, let me see how good you can do this."

The boy reached up and took Ryan's cock in his little hands, then immediately lowered his mouth and took his cock inside. One of his hands held the teen's cock tightly as the other hand explored Ryan's body, touching the teen's balls, running across the teen's asshole. Ryan took the boy's head in both his hands and started moving his cock in and out, raping the boy's face slowly, giving him more of his 7" cock with each stroke into his straining mouth.

Icouldn't watch any more of this, had to get in on it somehow so I threw off all my clothes and walked over to the two of them. I caught Ryan's eye and head motioned him towards the bed. He slowly backed up, the boy's sucking mouth never leaving his cock as he got to and then slowly lowered himself until he was laying flat on the bed, watching the boy feverishly bobbing up and down on his cock.

I couldn't watch any more of this, had to get in on it somehow so I threw off all my clothes and walked over to the two of them. I caught Ryan's eye and head motioned him towards the bed. He slowly backed up, the boy's sucking mouth never leaving his cock as he got to and then slowly lowered himself until he was laying flat on the bed, watching the boy feverishly bobbing up and down on his cock.

The boy was on his hands and knees in front of me, his ass bouncing up and down as he worked on the cock in his mouth. I reached over to his ass and ran my hands over it, the cheeks of his ass were so small that one hand of mine could almost encompass all of his little ass. He moaned a little and pressed back against me, I could tell that the drugs we had fed him were starting up, he was incredibly horny now, very sensitive to any touch. I let my fingertips rub across his little asshole and could almost feel it nip at my fingers, trying to bring them inside him, to fill him up.

I took the bottle of baby oil from the side of the bed and shoved the nozzle a little ways into his asshole and then squirted quite a bit of the oil right inside of him. I took some more and liberally applied it to my raging cock and then brought the head of my cock up to his asshole and forced it inside. The little boy moaned and jerked but I had him firmly by the hips and Ryan was holding his head tight as he raped his mouth so I pressed in all the way, in one slow steady stroke, until I was completely buried in his 7 year old asshole. It was so incredibly tight, so hot. I felt him starting to relax and then I moved softly inside him, slowly building up my rhythm.

I could hear Ryan muttering to himself as he held the little boy's head tighter and started trying to force his whole cock down the boy's 8 year old throat. Trev was trying to move, trying to get away from Ryan's cock, gagging as the teen forced it full length over and over down his throat but Ryan held him firmly as he moved in a faster and faster motion. At the same time I started really raping the little ass in front of my, my hands crushing his hips as my cock pistoned in and out of his asshole.

The little boy was moaning continuously now as we raped him with out mercy from both ends. I could see Ryan's cock disappearing into Trev's mouth, his little head bouncing off the teen's pubic hair with each thrust down his throat. My cock was a blur and I threw it into him, over and over, pulling out each time all the way and then slamming back into him.

"Oh fuck yeah, fuck yeah little boy. I'm going to shoot my cum down your throat any second." Ryan was almost moaning this over and over as he continued to fuck the boy's throat. Suddenly he tensed up even more and slammed the full length of his cock down the boy's throat. "Aaaagggghhhh, eat it boy, eat my cum." Ryan pulled out and slammed in again and again as his sperm filled the mouth of the 7 year old boy. Some of it was dripping from the boy's mouth as he couldn't swallow because the teen was continually ramming his spurting cock in and out of the boy's throat.

I could see him cum and that was all it took for me too. I slammed into him harder and then felt myself shooting in his tight little baby ass, my own cum greasing him up even more, shooting him so full that as I continued to slam my spurting cock in and out of him I was churning some of my own sperm right out of his asshole. I kept on raping him hard as my orgasm slowly waned, looking down at my 8" cock going in and out of his tight asshole, filmed now by my own sperm. As my orgasm finally drained away, I ripped my cock out of his ass and laid down on the bed next to Ryan who was still holding the little boy's head down on his slightly softening cock. Finally Ryan released the boy and he fell away, choking, crying and coughing. I grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face to my cock, forcing him to lick my cock clean. I could feel a tear drop hot and wet on my stomach as I felt his little tongue cleaning all his juices and my sperm off my semihard cock. I pulled him up so that he was laying between Ryan and me.

I pulled Trev to his feet and told him to stand still. We then started molesting him. I stood behind him and starting running my hands up and down his skinny back being careful to avoid the more ticklish spots. When Trev seemed to relax a bit I put my hands on his buttocks and started gently kneading them. Trev leaned backward a bit, probably expecting me to finger fuck him, but that wasn't on my agenda for now.

Meanwhile Ryan was gently massaging the naked 7 year old's front, touching every spot, save for his penis, his silky ball sack and of course his nipples. I knew from past experience that Trev's nipples--perfect pink pinheads in matching disk shaped areolas--were very sensitive. something we'd take advantage of when we tortured him. For now, though, we were going to stimulate a whole set of other nerves. Ryan sat back on his haunches while I put my forefingers on Trev's nipples. Barely touching them at first, I moved my fingers in a circular motion on each tiny nipple. Almost immediately they went hard as pebbles. I started stroking them harder.

'Ahhh' Trev sighed and his head went back. I gave his nipples a gentle squeeze which send trembles through his 8 year old frame. 'Ohhaa, ' he moaned, eyes squeezed shut, his back arching toward me. His tiny penis, which had naturally gone flaccid while we molested him, was stiff as a church steeple. Trev started to drop his hands, but I grabbed his wrists and nodded to Ryan. The teen slowly stroked the tip of Trev's circumcised little penis between his thumb and forefinger.

'OHHH AAH' Trev cried out trying to shove his penis deeper into Ryan's hand. I held him back and kept massaging his nipples while Ryan slowly masturbated him. Ryan would caress the tip of 's penis for a few seconds then he would put it in his fist and gently squeeze and stroke it up and down. was moaning steadily now, his small head jerking back and forth as spasms of pleasure shot through his lithe little body. Ryan and I exchanged glances. I pulled against me and held him tight as Ryan started masturbating in earnest.

'OH! OH! OH! GOOOD! AHHOHH GOOOD!' screamed arching forward as we molested his stiff little nipples and penis over and over again. Ryan was trying to keep from reaching orgasm for as long as possible, but one can delay the inevitable only so long. screamed and bent backwards, his chest and arms rigid as wood, his hips thrust forward, little feet drumming on the floor. Ryan was barely touching 's penis now, so we both saw it throb a half dozen times during 's dry orgasm which lasted nearly minute. Like many small boys was capable of reaching orgasm several times in quick succession, but we had no intention of letting him do that now. I lowered his rubbery form to the bed and got down beside him. Ryan got down on the other side. I motioned to Ryan and he started rubbing Trev's shoulders, slowly moving his hands along the seven-year-old's skinny back. I waited till Trev started to relax a bit then I gently stroked his tiny nipples with my finger tips. While I molested Trev's nipples Ryan massaged his thin buttocks. After a few minutes of these ministrations Trev started moaning softly. Ryan knealt started gently fingering the little boy's anus.

"AHHWW!" Trev jerked his legs up in response to the teen's manual stimulation of his baby prostate.I got in front of him and put his legs over my shoulders. Trev's penis was 3'' of tungsten carbide. I lapped his testicles and the tip of his penis then I took the pulsing little rod into my mouth, sucking it like the world's sweetest lollypop, which it was. Within moments Trev cried out with his second dry orgasm of the morning, followed a few seconds later by a third brought on by Ryan's prostate massage. Trev, of course, was ready for more, but we weren't about to satisfy him quite yet. We picked him and up carried him over to a table. I went around and firmly attached all the straps, he was laying on his back, his hands pulled tightly and tied to the table legs, his legs up in the air and spread apart, giving us a good view of his still tight asshole, his cock, his red and slightly swollen balls. Trev's head was laying slightly off the table and down. I walked over to Trev and softly ran my hand over his body , he was shaking and shivering, not knowing what was going to happen. I then took his cock in my hand and started rubbing it, up and down. When Trev started moaning and writhing, his little face twisted in a pre-orgasmic grimace. I stopped. I awaited a few seconds then rubbed his dick some more, stopping whenever Trev seemed about to reach orgasm. While I played with his dick, Ryan stroked his nipples. After a few minutes of this torture Trev was screaming with frustration. “DO ME! DO ME!” he ranted. “Well, let's us do what the boy wants,” I winked at Ryan..

Ryan had lubed up his cock and had come around behind Trev, with his cock poised just an inch or two away from his wide open little baby ass. I nodded to Ryan and he immediately drove his 7" cock up inside Trev, hard, all the way in one massive lunge. We heard the boy scream again, then again as Ryan started power raping his ass. Over and over he pounded full length up the little asshole as I watched his cock stretch the boy's hole almost to the tearing point.

I had to do something too so I went to Trev's face and drove my cock right down his throat, stopping his screams. His face was red as I continued to rape his face without mercy, over and over choking him with the full length of my 8" cock, feeling his throat muscles give as I forced into him, feeling him gagging and loving the way it seemed to almost grip my cock like a hand.

Ryan was raping his asshole like it was the last time he'd ever get any. He would pull his cock completely out of Trev's asshole and then drive it back in all the way. Ryan loved the way it looked, his big cock and the small ass of the young boy tied beneath him. As Ryan continued to pound him he grabbed Trev's penis and starting jerking him off. In spite of the abuse he was taking Trev's cock started to get hard and then reached it's full length again.

Looking at the young boy, hard, with Ryan and I raping him from both ends was too much for me and I couldn't stop my load from shooting into his mouth and throat. I buried my cock down his throat and then put my hands there too so I could feel my cock get larger, then shoot a load of sperm, over and over. The boy was choking, trying to get air, his body jerking within the limits of the restraints as I lost track of time but then finally pulled my cock out of his throat and Trev choked and breathed raggedly, each gasp cut off by Ryan still thrusting up his asshole.

Ryan saw me cum, saw me fill Trev's little mouth with sperm again and that drove him over the edge too. His first shot started while his cock was actually outside the little boy's asshole, shooting right into the gaping hole and then being pushed in as Ryan shoved his spurting cock as deep as it would go, allowing his cum to fill the boy's asshole again, mixing with my cum that was still up there.

Finally both our orgasms waned and we fell away from the boy who had lost all his resistance, had cried himself out and who was just still laying there, slowly shaking occasionally as his body tried to recover from the massive rape he had just received

'You've done very well Trev. Very well indeed. Do you want us to make you feel good now?' and the little boy shook his head yes as he tentatively smiled at me. I kissed him harder then, pulling him up on top of me. He returned my kisses, slowly at first but then with more fervor and passion. Ryan got up and bent over the boy's back, spreading his little cheeks and looking down at the boy's puffy anus. Ryan leaned further down and began licking around the boy's anus, licking all around it and then sticking his tongue up inside Trev, tasting our combined sperm in the little boy's anus.

Ryan closed his mouth around Trev's anus and sucked hard, drawing all the sperm out of his hole. The boy's body was shaking uncontrollably as the suction felt like it was pulling on his insides, but it felt so good to him. I pulled the boy up to his hands and knees. Ryan went right back to his anus and I slid under Trev, capturing his rock hard little penis with my mouth, sucking him hard. Trev drove his cock as deeply as he could and yelled out, an orgasm hitting him. I could feel his cock throb and pulse in a dry orgasm and I continued to suck on him, moving upand down. I could see that Ryan had his face buried in the boy's ass and a little bit of our combined sperm had run down and I could taste it as it dripped past Trev's balls and into my sucking mouth.

A minute later the boy tensed again and yelled, another orgasm. Then again in about 20 seconds, then it was almost a continuous stream of orgasms, the boy yelling, his cock jerking in my mouth and he finally passed out again. I felt his body fall hard and limp against me but his cock was still throbbing over and over. I continued to suck on the unconscious boy for a long time until his cock finally went limp. Then I pulled him up beside me and, went to sleep, holding him tightly in my arms. I was awakened by his movement beside me. Trevor was on all fours, his sweet little rear sticking right out at me. “Will you fuck me some more Daddy?” I got behind him and slowly thrust my dick into his willing little ass. Before long he was gasping and moaning as my dick entered him. I reached in front and stroked his pebble hard nipples for a second, then his rock like little dick. “FUCK ME DADDY! FUCK ME REAL HARD!” I felt his dick pulse against my fingers as fucked him to one dry orgasm after another. After I shot my load Trevor still wanted to fuck. So Ryan had him sit down on top of his dick, pinching and squeezing his tiny nipples as the little boy bounced up and down on him. "AHHHIWWWEEEEEEEE!" His small legs kicked high in the air like a demented frog. "GOODODDDOO!" Trev screamed till he couldn't scream any more, but still convulsed in multiple dry orgasms. Finally we all collapsed again, not getting up till late in the afternoon. What woke me up was something hot and moist around my dick. I blinked open my eyes and saw Trevor’s little blond head buried deep in my groan. He saw me and took his little mouth off my dick. “Daddy, am I doing this right? His blue eyes were wide with anxiety. “Yes, Trev, you’re doing just fine. You are a very good boy.”