THE RUNAWAY

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

Okay, I admit it. It was probably the wrong thing to do at the time; running away, that is. I was ten years old at the time that I ran away from my parents. When I tell people about it, they are shocked that I ran away from home.

“A person needs a home first to run away from,” I always state.

I never had a real home with my parents. My father was in the military and as strict as he could be. Rules, regulations, haircuts, all had to be strictly followed or get in trouble. And trouble usually meant a spanking. His philosophy was that boys are to have short hair, and that was that. My mother, being the weakling that she was, always did as Father said. The larger problem than that was that she would use me and my brother as stepping stones to elevate her self esteem.

First, a little about myself at the time. I was blond haired (now light brown that I hate), blue eyed (they haven’t changed) and kind of gangly. I had (and still do) a very high metabolism that burns off energy without me even trying. So, as a child, and adult, I was very skinny. I’ve gained only a few pounds as an adult, but still very slim. As far as other features, well, let’s just say that I was still using my dick to pee with, and that was it.

Well, anyways, back to the story. The straw that broke the camel’s back was another argument about the fact that I wanted longer hair and my father didn’t want it. So, I sat still again as my mother butchered my hair with a pair of scissors. I looked in the mirror and hated the cut.

“Well, if you would just sit still for the haircut, Andrew, it would look better,” my mother told me.

“If it didn’t have to be cut, Mom, then it would look better,” I answered back. That was all it took for another spanking from my father as well as a week’s grounding.

We had just moved to a new city and I was starting a new school, and I certainly didn’t want to go to the new school looking like some sort of reject of “Revenge of the nerds” because I was too nerdy looking. But that was the case anyway, thanks to the brand new haircut I was supposed to be proud of. Not to mention the red butt and grounding I just got.

During my week of grounding from the TV and any hope of friends, I plotted my escape from this hellhole. I’m not saying I was ever abused by my parents, at least not physically, but life could have been a whole lot better than they were making it. Looking back, I think that they did abuse me and my younger brother, Michael, but only verbally. We were never really encouraged to do anything, unless we did it right the first time.

By that Friday, I had a plan in mind. My parents always shut their door during sex (like that would help dampen the sound of my mother’s larger ass being spanked or whipped), so I thought that I was able to make my escape during that time. I knew where my father kept his wallet and I had a little money stored up as well.

I waited all weekend to make my further plans of escape. I looked on a map to see the best place to go as it was approaching winter and I didn’t want to head north. I also packed up a bag and held it in waiting. Inside the bag were a change of clothes, my father’s small hunting knife, a spare toothbrush and paste tube, and lastly, the map of the country. I was looking for California, and hopefully southern California.

I continued to wait for the opportune moment to run. During the week, I wrote my runaway note. I’ll spare the minor details and tell you that it basically said, “Fuck off”. I waited all week until that Friday night. I went to bed with my pants on and my mother closed my door and headed back to her bedroom. When the door was closed, I grabbed my shirt and put it on, and slid out of bed to slip on my sneakers over my socks. I moved my pillow and a few stuffed animals in place to make it look like me in the bed.

Their door closed, and I quietly opened mine. My backpack was behind my door and I grabbed it also. I took the note I had written from my pack and placed it on the table I used as a desk. Returning to the door, I heard the familiar swat of my father’s belt across my mother’s backside and flinched a little. I took a deep breath and headed to the spot my father always keeps his wallet. When I opened it, it had about $80 in it, and add that to my $20 and I thought I had a gold mine. I slipped the money in my shoe and headed to the front door. I also saw my father’s watch and grabbed it, thinking that I might be able to pawn it somewhere if times got tough.

The belt was still swinging in the back bedroom and my mother was still trying to take it. By the sounds of it, she wasn’t taking it very well. I smiled at the fact that at least she was getting what she deserved. I cracked the front door open and waited with bated breath to see if they heard it. A crack of the belt told me I was safe from them. In an instant I slipped through the small fissure and out into the night air.

I gently closed the front door. I knew I only had a limited amount of time before I was discovered missing; about eight hours. So, I had to put as much distance between me and their house as possible before the dawn broke. I made my way through the suburb that we lived in to the main drag. Keeping to the shoulder as much as I could, I made my way down the street to a highway off the road. I stole a look at my watch and it read, ten thirty-five. I had about seven to eight hours left before my mother woke me up.

A truck stop at the corner of the main street and the highway was just what I was looking for. I waited to see if a truck was coming off the road and headed in the direction I needed. I got lucky, actually. Well, lucky as far as waiting only about fifteen minutes. A truck exited the highway and stopped at the fuel pumps. I over heard the conversation from him to the station guy and he was saying he was going to Phoenix. At least that was most of the way there.

As he was filling up his truck, I quietly climbed into his cab and slipped into the back of it where he sleeps. I bundled up my legs to my chest and wrapped my arms around them to keep them from being noticed. It seemed like forever before he finished with his refueling. Finally, he climbed back inside, started the diesel and jammed the gears into forward, leaving the station behind. The truck shook as it took off, but we were on our way out of site soon enough.

I breathed a sigh of relief as the truck took the highway westward. I was not sure where my life was headed, but it had to be better than the one I was leaving. I contemplated what my mother’s reaction was going to be in the morning when she finds that I wasn’t there. It was mental gymnastics and it kept me from being too bored from nothing to do on the ride.

The darkness and motion of the cab, not to mention it was way past my normal bedtime, caused extreme drowsiness, and I fell asleep. I woke as the truck made a downshift and was beginning to slow. I pulled my legs back into my chest as they had relaxed during the ride. The truck stopped and the driver put the parking brakes on. To my horror, he opened the divider curtain and got the shock of his life.

He had black and grey balding hair with a round face. It complimented his round belly achieved from too many truck stop meals. He was wearing a normal flannel shirt and jeans which he had unbuckled to get ready for some sleep.

“What the fuck?” was pretty much his rhetorical comment.

“Please sir, all I need is a ride west,” I pleaded with him.

“You runnin’ away?” And I figured that since I was in his cab that honesty was the best policy in this case and nodded to his question. Besides, anyone with half a brain could figure out a ten-year-old on his own in the back of a truck wasn’t there to collect for the newspaper. “And you want a ride west, huh?” Again, another nod. “Well, what do I get in return for this favor?”

“I dunno,” I shrugged at him.

“I gotta have somethin’, kid,” he stated with a slight grin.

“What do you want?” I wasn’t sure where this line of questions was going.

“A blowjob,” he said with a sadistic grin.

“A what?”

“A blowjob. Suck my dick, kid. I’ve been on the road too long without some relief, and I want it.”

“No way,” I said with little conviction.

“Fine, I’ll return you to the city, then,” he said and turned back around to the wheel, removing his keys from his pocket as he turned.

I quickly computed what he told me and what he was doing. I moved forward and pulled the curtain aside.

“Wait,” I said, quietly. He turned around to look at me. I nodded, looking down at the seat.

“Glad to see you came to your senses,” he answered with a big shit-eating grin.

He climbed back into the sleeping compartment with me and lowered his jeans. He reached down and pulled his shoes off and his jeans followed them. He hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of his briefs and lowered them as well. That was the first look I ever got of an adult’s cock. Under his fat, hairy belly was this little piece of meat hanging down between his legs, silhouetted by short pubic hair. His fuzzy nuts were dangling downward also, propping up his little man. I remember wondering if all cocks were that size. If so, it was nothing to look forward to. I guess I was staring too long and not doing anything.

“Well, go ahead. It won’t bite.” He prompted me.

I had forgotten my end of the bargain. I reached over and took his thing in my hand. It looked and felt like mine, only slightly fatter. The difference came when I moved my hand around it and it began to get bigger and fatter. He moved his hand down and wrapped it around mine. He guided my hand along his wakening member, continuing to make it grow. My smooth hand was guided along its length several times until it stopped growing. It must have been about six inches long at its total length. To an adult, it was probably normal, but to my ten year old hand, it was pretty large.

“Use your mouth, kid,” he said with his eyes closed. To say I was reluctant would have been an understatement. He opened his eyes to look at me, demandingly. I lowered my head to his filthy crotch and licked the head of his dick. It didn’t taste too bad, but the smell of his groin was a little nauseating. The guy could stand a shower.

He moved his hand to the back of my head and forced my head down onto his cock. I had no other choice but to open my mouth and take it inside. The stiff prick found its way to my gag reflex and I backed off. He pushed down again, not caring that I was gagging. When the filthy thing hit the back of my throat again, he thrust upward with his hips and shoved it down my throat. With his hand behind me and his hips in front of me, I again, had no choice in the matter.

“Ooo, yeah, kid. Now, close your lips, but not your teeth,” I heard him say. I did as he instructed, and it must have felt very good for him as he cooed again. Meanwhile, I was finding the whole process disgusting. My head kept fighting with his hand as I kept backing off for more air.

Keeping my head in place, he began to pump his hips and fuck my mouth as best as his fat body could. Without fucking for as long as he said he had, it didn’t take him long before his body tensed, his cock twitched and hot semen shot down my throat. I wasn’t prepared for it, and choked on the liquid. He released my head too soon, and I pulled off him. Some of his semen shot in the air, landing on his sheets between his legs.

I had to get out of there, quickly. I scrambled to the side door and flew to the ground. My guts wretched and my stomach rejected everything that was inside it on to the dirt. I stood there with my hands on my knees, and thought about what I had just done. More vomiting followed with that thought. I wiped my mouth off when I thought I was finished and stood back up fully.

The driver opened the door was sitting down on the seat when I turned back around to the truck. The colossal prick didn’t even bother putting his underpants back on. I guess he figured there was no one around, so why bother? And he was right. There was no one at the rest stop we were at.

“Want some soda?” he offered. I nodded and took the bottle with a sour look on my face. I was finding him disgusting just to look at. I swigged the soda around my mouth to get the vomit taste out and spit it on the ground.

“You did good your first time, kid,” he said, and I guessed that it was some sort of praise, so I thanked him, but not without a little sarcasm mixed in. “Now, now, don’t look at me like that. If you’re gonna make it on your own, the only thing you can sell for money, is yourself. So, you’d better get used to the taste of jizm, kid.

“Say, kid, what’s your name, anyway?”

“An… Anthony. Tony for short,” I lied, and I think he knew it, but didn’t press his advantage.

“Well, Tony-for-short, I think we’d better get some sleep. I’ve got a long haul to make and have to be there by closing time tomorrow.”

I nodded, and without having any other option, I climbed back into the truck. He maneuvered his fat butt back into the back of the cab and I followed him. I pulled off my shoes and lay down beside him. I curled up into a ball and faced away from him, towards the curtain. He rolled over onto his side and laid his arm across my body. I was revolted that he was touching me again, but made no move to stop him. I think he took that as an invitation for more.

I felt his hand move down the length of my body and wiggle into my jeans. I moved my leg up to block him as well as I could, but he moved it away with his fingers. I guessed that I was going to have to do something else for him, so I just let him do what he wanted to me.

His fat hand found its way over my briefs and across my groin. Each finger began molesting my young package through the thin layer of my underpants. Without any thought from me, my dick began to stiffen. I tried not to make it that way, as he would probably see this as another invitation, but it had a mind of its own.

With some prodding from his hand, he wanted me to roll onto my back, so I did. That made it easier to do what he wanted. He pulled his hand out of my pants, unzipped and unbuttoned them, and pulled them apart to reveal my briefs to him. He went back to massaging my cock through my underpants, but I figured that he wasn’t going to stop there. I was right.

He moved his hand to the jeans again and pulled them down my body, even though I didn’t raise my butt up to help him. Now my entire middle was bare, save my shorts. That didn’t stop him from continuing his manipulations of my groin. He reached back up and with his forefinger and thumb, he pulled the waistband of my undershorts down past my hairless balls. He ran his finger around the waistband, pulling them downward and over the hump of my butt to give him more access to my small jewels.

I held my eyes closed the entire time, hoping that it would deter him as well, but that didn’t help either. He was going to molest me no matter what I did or didn’t do. I felt his rough hand envelope my little stiffy and begin to stroke it, as I had done him. As he stroked, tears welled up in my eyes at the thought of what he was doing to me. No one had done this to me, and I certainly didn’t want a strange, fat man to be the first one to do it. The tears broke free from their moorings and ran down the sides of my face, pooling up in my ears. I just ignored them.

The driver continued with what he was doing to me, totally oblivious to my reactions. The coarse skin on his hand made it worse, if it could get worse. As his hand continued to stroke, though, a feeling in the pit of my stomach began to arise. Even though it was unnatural to me, the feeling felt actually pretty good. Before long, my mind exploded in a sensation of emotion I had never felt before.

“Wh…what was that?” I asked him as I calmed back down.

“That was a climax, or orgasm, Tony. And that’s the reason sex is so fun.”

I wiped my face of the tears and pulled my pants and underpants back up to cover my groin. Even though it felt good, I wasn’t sure I wanted another one. Especially from him. I rolled over to get some sleep in the same position I was before he began messing with me and he put his arm back to the same place as well. I drifted off to sleep, thinking about what my life was going to be like now.

A couple of hours later, I woke to the driver crawling over me to get to his steering wheel to begin his day of driving. The sun was creeping into the sky behind us, making the darkness in front of us more of a purple color. I watched as he slipped his fat butt down the side of the passenger’s seat and onto the ground for his morning piss. I cleared the sleep-junk from my eyes and sat up in the back.

While he pissed, I got out and stretched my legs for a minute or so. He walked back up to the truck and we got on our way. I rode the rest of the way to Phoenix in the passenger’s seat. Along the way, we listened to the radio and CB. During the drive, through the desert, he wanted another blowjob while he was driving.

Reluctantly, I lowered my head to his nasty groin again and he unzipped his fly. I reached inside and pulled his pathetic pecker out as best as I could. The fat that was around his middle made it extremely difficult to get to the small piece of meat. I had to actually get down on my hands and knees in front of him while he drove the truck to get my mouth around the pathetic thing. I also had to push his fat belly upward to reach it. The whole thing grossed me out.

He was able to still drive the truck with me there, due to my small stature, but it was still a tight fit down there. I had a hell of a time doing a proper one, but he didn’t seem to mind in the least. He was getting his rocks off, that’s all he cared about. He blew his load in my mouth again and this time I was ready for it as it assaulted my oral cavity. I took a deep breath just before I knew the stuff was going to shoot out. From my past experience, I knew he would want me to swallow the stuff, so I gulped it down as best as I could.

When he was finished with me, I eased back over and sat back down in the passenger’s seat, trying not to think about what just went down my throat. I looked out the window at the dry scenery as it flew by and ignoring him. I just wanted this drive to be over with.

“Am I going to have to do that again?” I asked him finally when I saw that we were about thirty miles out of Phoenix.

“Listen, kid,” he began.

“Tony,” I said, interrupting him.

“Whatever. You’re gonna have to get used to that if you’re gonna live on the streets of any city as young as you are. You won’t be able to find a job anywhere, so you’d best get used to it, and soon.”

“I’m not doing that to live,” I stated, matter-of-factly.

“We’ll see,” he said and very smugly, too.

The last half hour we traveled was in silence, thankfully. As we pulled into the depot, he let me out at the gates. He actually reached over to shake my hand. I was apprehensive to do so back, but I did anyway. He handed me two twenty dollar bills and said good luck to me as I slid down the side of the cab. I shut the door and he drove off. I never got his name, and didn’t need it. I haven’t seen him since, and good riddance, I say.

I hitched up my back pack higher on my back and made my way further westward. As I was entering the middle of town, I got something to eat at a small diner. I was famished. The waitress just looked at me with some skepticism while I ate my meal, but didn’t ask any questions. I paid her, left a small tip, and went to the bathroom to wash my hands and use the toilet.

As I was sitting on the commode, a black man I had seen earlier in the diner, walked in the small room. Since there was no door on the stall, he got to see all of me in my splendor as I sat there excreting undigested food. He took one look at me and smiled a yellow toothy smile. I nodded back, a little on guard, but he didn’t do anything to me. I watched him, though, and saw just exactly what a man’s cock should look like.

When he opened his trousers, this huge piece of meat flopped out of them. I must have gasped at it because he turned and smiled at my shocked expression. He fingered it a little as he opened the slit and pushed urine out of his body.

“Nice, huh?”

All I could do was nod stupidly. I looked down at mine as it stuck out from my shrunken balls and felt inadequate. I heard the black man laugh at my reaction then.

“Don’t worry, little one, it’ll grow as you get older.”

I looked up to see him finish his piss and put his black python back in his pants. He walked out of the room and that was it. For some strange reason, that memory always sticks out in my mind. I finished what I was doing and walked out of the room after him. I went to the register and bought a sandwich and soda for the road from the waitress.

As I paid her with the money the driver had given me, a card fell out of the fold. I had used my own twenty for the meal earlier, so I hadn’t touched his money yet. I picked the card up and read the front of it.

“Mainland Productions,” the ink on the front of it told me. On the back, it read in his scribble, “Just in case, kid.” I shrugged and put the card away just as the lady was bringing me my sandwich and soda. She also threw in a bag of chips, free of charge. I thanked her and left the diner.

I pointed myself west and continued to walk. The rest of the day and early evening was spent getting through the city of Phoenix. As the buildings were dying away and open road stretched out before me, I arrived at a small rest stop and ate my paltry dinner. As I was finishing up, another semi truck pulled up and stopped. A slimmer man got out to use the facilities. I wadded up my trash and headed over to the truck, but not in enough time to slip inside unnoticed.

“And just where do you think you’re goin’?”

“West,” I simply replied.

“Not with me, you’re not,” he answered back.

“Please, mister? I only gotta short distance to go.”

“Where you goin’?” he asked, with a sigh.

“Los Angeles,” I said, with as much of a pitiful look on my face as I could muster.

Another sigh and he waved me on. I thanked him and climbed into his cab. We got started a few minutes later. We rode on a few miles in silence before he spoke again.

“So, what’s in LA?”

I had to think fast on that one before telling him a sick aunt.

“And your parents couldn’t afford to fly you or give you a bus ticket?”

“No sir. They’re very poor.” Another lie, and this one could tell as well that I was lying. My clothes were too good looking for us to be that poor.

“What’s your name, Kid?”

“Tony,” I said without hesitation.

“Well, Tony, just relax and I think we’ll get there just fine.”

“Thank you, sir. I really do appreciate this ride.”

“Sir? Who’s sir? The name’s Chad.” We shook hands and said that it was nice to meet each other.

We talked a bit while we rode onward, but I started getting sleepy about three hours out of Phoenix. My head drooped and hit the window once too often and he suggested that I get in the back to get some sleep. I nodded a “thank you” and crawled in the back for some sleep.

I slept a while, but not the entire journey that night. I woke up as I saw lights flashing around the cab. I covered my eyes to a flashlight being shined in my eyes.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Is this man your father, boy?” the cop asked me.

“Yes sir,” I said, looking in the vague direction of Chad.

The cop backed off and looked at Chad. I crawled to a sitting position to see more of what was going on.

“What’s going on, Dad?” I asked, helping keep up the pretense.

“Nothing, Tony. They’re just looking for drugs being smuggled into the state from Mexico.”

“Have we made it to LA, yet?”

“No, now go back to sleep, son,” he said as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The cops left and waved us onward after searching the whole truck. I crawled out of the back and sat down in the passenger seat next to Chad. As we got about a mile or so from the road block, both of us breathed a little easier.

“That was close,” he said, and I agreed. We looked at each other and laughed. It definitely reduced the tension level in the cab.

We both knew I was lying about my identity and reason why I was on my own, but it didn’t seem to matter to either of us. I had not gotten caught by the police and it was Chad’s doing that got me out of the trouble. I owed him one. Two, if you really think about it. One for the ride, and one for covering for me with the road block.

I kept staring out the window for a few minutes until I made up my mind to repay him for his kindness. After all, he would have been in trouble as well for giving a runaway a ride. I slid over next to him and leaned against his arm. He turned and smiled down at me and put his arm around me.

I casually reached over to stroke his dick through the fabric of his jeans. He flinched and pushed my hand away with his driving hand then resumed driving with it. I pulled back away from him.

“Chad, I owe you a favor for helping me. I want to repay you.” I said to him.

“But you don’t have to do that, Tony,” he said, calmingly.

“You sure?” I asked, skeptically.

“Yeah, I’m sure, kiddo,” he said, smiling. I liked him, and wished I could stay with him, but both of us knew that was impossible.

I smiled back up to him and relaxed and watched him drive the truck. I must have passed out at some time because the next thing I knew was that the sun was coming back up and we were making it into Los Angeles. I had never seen a city this big before, or one so filled with smog. Later on, people were calling it Mr. Smog.

He let me off at a gas station after paying for a meal and giving me another twenty dollars for keeping him company. I saw him drive away and felt kind of sad at seeing him go. I sighed and headed off downtown.

I was smart enough to stay hidden from the street gangs and druggies. The last thing I needed was to be seen. The problem was, as the shithead driver pointed out, was money, or lack there of.

Within a week’s time of eating, my money had run out totally. I was given to wash myself in fountains at night as well as sleep on the beach. Life out here was no picnic; that was for sure. After another two days of starving, I reached into my jeans and pulled out the card the shithead had left me. It had an address on it, but no phone number.

I made my way to a convenience store and pocketed a map from the stand and left the place like hell itself was on my heels. When I got a safe distance away, I opened it up and found that the place was only about ten miles away from where I was. I memorized the route and began walking. I figured that it would take me a while, but taking four hours was a bit much. I had to dodge cops, more street gangs, more druggies, pimps and other lowlifes along the way. It slowed my progress down greatly.

I arrived at the building at about midnight, so said my father’s watch. For some reason I couldn’t pawn it. The building was an old abandoned warehouse by the looks of it. I sighed and walked up to the door. On the third knock, a small sliding panel was moved, revealing a small window in the door. A pair of eyes surrounded by black skin was looking out at me.

“Yes?” the eyes asked.

“I got this card from someone on my way here,” I started, but didn’t finish. The panel slid back in place and the door opened. A huge black man walked out to greet me. He was over six feet tall and had cold black skin. His shoulders were broad, and he looked like he worked out a lot. He smiled a warm, inviting smile and stuck out his hand to me. I took it, cautiously, and shook it.

I remembered seeing the black man in the toilet of the diner and thought about the man’s cock. It must be huge, I thought to myself. Then the thought, get a grip, came through loud and clear.

The man beckoned me inside. Not having any other options, I followed, not caring what happened to me. I was not going home, and I was tired of being hungry on the streets. He led me down a narrow corridor and to a flight of stairs leading downstairs. We turned a corner at the bottom and went through a set of double doors to another long corridor.

There were no doors on either side of the hallway as we walked, and light was limited. All I could make out was the back of the man’s shirt as we walked. Finally, he stopped at another door and opened it. He led me into a room where there was a desk and another man was sitting behind it.

He was well dressed, not suiting the surroundings he was in, and neatly groomed. At the present, he was talking on the phone. When he saw me, his demeanor changed with the person on the other end of the phone call.

“I’ll have to call you back, Barry” he said and was about to hang up, but “Barry” on the other end said something. “No, I will call you back, but something just walked in the room. Bye.” And this time did hang up without hearing another word from the other end.

“Hello, little one,” he said with a sly smile. I hate being called that, but I needed to impress this guy to find out if there was a job for me here. What I didn’t know, was that I had the job the second I walked in the door.

“Hello,” I answered back with a nod.

“What’s your name?” he asked, sounding a little bit sissified.

“Tony,” I answered, keeping to the lie. By this time, I was used to the name anyways.

“Well, Tony, my name’s Sylvester, but people call my friends call me Sly, and you can call me that if you want to, also.” I nodded at him that I understood. “Good. Now, why are you here?”

“Well, Mr. Sly,” I started.

“Just Sly,” he said, holding up his hand.

“Well, Sly,” I began again, “this man gave me this card,” and I handed it to him before going on. “He said that I should come here for a job if I needed one. And I need one, sir.”

He looked the card over and smiled back at me.

“Do you know what the job is?” I shook my head, no. “Well, then, let me show you.”

He held out his hand for me to follow him and I did. We walked to my right and out the door there. The short hall cornered and led to another door. He opened the door to a room with padding on the walls. But it wasn’t the padding that got my attentions first. It was what filled the room that did it.

The room was as long as the corridor that the black man had led me down and half as wide as the building itself. Inside were cameras, chairs, make-up counters with lighted mirrors, and stage settings. It looked just what I imagined a movie set up would be like.

“We make movies here, Tony. Porno movies,” he was explaining.

“Porno movies?”

“Yes. They are movies involving sex. Most of the flicks we make are legal, but not very profitable. The other ones we make are more profitable. The ones with young children as the stars.”

“You mean I’m going to be in a movie?” That excited me. I mean, all I had to do was probably give some guy a blowjob and that was it, right? And I had already done that twice and was willing to do it again.

“If you want to be, then yes,” he said, kneeling down to my level. The look in his eyes was intense.

“How much do I get paid for it, Sly?” It didn’t matter too much to me, but I was curious anyway.

“Well, we’ll start with five hundred for the first film,” he began.

“FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS???!!!” I jumped back. It was a true gold mine. My eyes must have been doing that stupid thing like on cartoons where they roll around and show dollar signs when they stop. He laughed at my comment and picked back up where he left off.

“For the first film, yes. If you’re any good, well pay you more for the next ones. Want to do one?” I nodded very enthusiastically. I couldn’t stand still at the thought of getting that much money for a film of just giving a guy a blowjob. “Good, then we’ll start first thing in the morning.”

“Uh, Sly?”

“Yeah?”

“Could you give me a little ahead of time so I could get something to eat?”

He laughed and told me that he would get me something to eat for free. He led me back into his office and up a flight of stairs from a door behind his desk. The stairs led to the top floor of the building; five flights up from where we were. Sly opened the door at the top of the stairs and there was a large room with nothing in it. It was an empty warehouse, after all.

“This is your room, Tony, for you to stay in,” he said, gesturing to the empty space.

“All of this for me?”

“For as long as you make movies for me, then this is your room, kiddo. Now, there’s the shower over there. Go take one and join me back downstairs with Kenyan, then we’ll go get something to eat.”

I nodded and he left me alone. The shower and bathroom were something trashy, but it wasn’t something I wasn’t used to. The whole thing was filthy, dirty, and moldy; you name it. I took a quick shower and got dressed into my other clothes, as they were the semi-cleanest. After getting dressed, I headed back down the stairs to the basement of the building, where Sly and the black man were waiting for me. He hung up the phone as I entered the room.

“I was just setting things up for tomorrow, kiddo, and we’re all set,” he announced when he saw me.

“Great,” I answered back, with a little enthusiasm.

He formally introduced me to the black man, calling him, Kenyan, and the three of us left for the restaurant. I ordered a simple plate of spaghetti with a Sprite and they had some other dishes with red wine, which Sly let me taste. I didn’t care for the taste. Afterward, he dropped me back of to my new home, so to speak, and the two left for theirs.

I headed to the fourth floor the only way I knew how. I saw a single sized bed in the corner and pulled it out to lie on it. I sat down and looked around for a few minutes at the room. I put the backpack on the bed and used it as a pillow for the night. No blanket was available, but it was still warm, so I didn’t need one.

For the first time since running away, I fell asleep with optimism for the future. But I woke to the same dingy room in the morning. After brushing my teeth, I headed downstairs to see if Sly had made in yet. When I got to his office, I noticed that not only had he made it in, but there was a host of other people there. I walked in the room he had showed me the night before to see him standing and talking to a man in a black suit. I walked up to him as they were finishing their conversation.

“Good morning, Tony,” he said, seeing me for the first time. I returned the greeting and he introduced the man he was talking to. “This is Jock.”

Jock was about as tall as Kenyan and as well built, but Caucasian. He had on a black leather pair of pants and boots. His chest was crossed with leather straps with silver studs on them. They linked in the middle of his chest by a ring. Two straps were over his shoulders, two were around his chest to his back, and the last two were connected to his leather pants. Leather cuffs were around his wrists with the same studs on them. A similar leather collar was around his neck. His head was shaved bald and he had a hard look about him. He looked like something out of a biker magazine I had seen once. Of course, I was immediately intimidated by him, and it showed.

“Oh, don’t worry, Tony. This is all for show and the movie. Jock is perfectly harmless.” I didn’t know whether Sly was trying to convince me or himself.

Jock gently put out his right hand for me to shake it. I took it, and his hand swallowed mine whole. We shook and separated, I turned back to Sly for instructions.

“Now, Tony, here’s what you have to do to get ready for this. First, I want you to go into that room over there, and do what the girl in there tells you to do. Then, I want you to come out here and be ready for the camera. Got it?” I nodded.

The room he was referring to was the room to the right of the door we use to enter and leave the main filming room. I went inside, and there was a very nice bathroom set up inside there. I was thinking that I should have used this one for my shower. I was well lit and a lot cleaner than mine upstairs.

The girl that he had referred to was a woman probably in her thirties wearing a bikini bathing suit. She had blond hair and was built pretty well for being an adult. She beckoned me over and I walked to her.

“Tony, right?” I nodded and she continued telling me what she was about to do to me. “What we’re going to do is clean out your insides as well as your outsides. So, the first thing I need you to do, is take off your clothes and get into the bathtub, please.”

“But all I’m gonna do is give some guy a blowjob, ma’am,” I told her, still believing that was all there was to this.

“First, the name’s Susan. Second, you’re going to do a lot more than give Jock a blowjob, Tony. He’s going to fuck you in your asshole as well as down your throat.” She said it as if it occurred to me everyday, or something.

“What do you mean in my asshole?” Now I was getting a clue.

“Well, silly, he’s going to put his cock in your asshole. Now, come on, we’ve got to get this done.” The realization then slammed into me like a Mack truck.

I remembered the cock of the black guy in the diner and the size of him. I did a short analysis of the size difference between his cock and my asshole, and ran from the room. There was no fucking way I was going to let this happen. Sly was waiting to catch me as I cleared the door of the bathroom.

“Yeah, I thought you might have some second thoughts, kid,” he said, grabbing me tight. With me struggling to get away from him, he carried me back into the bathroom I had just vacated. “Give us a minute, please, Susan,” he said as he plopped me down on the toilet.

The blond left the room, closing the door on her way out. Sly was still trying to stop me from running out. Finally, seeing the futility in it, I stopped. He knelt down to look me in the eye before he said anything.

“Now that that’s out of your system, Tony, we can talk about what’s going to happen to you.”

“I know what’s going to happen to me. You’re gonna have Jock fuck me in the ass. That’s what.” I spat at him. He was not happy and slapped me across the cheek to get my attention.

“Don’t ever disrespect me like that again, brat, or I won’t care what happens to you. Understand that?” I nodded as I held my throbbing cheek. “Good. Now, yes, Jock is going to fuck your behind. You can’t escape from that. But you can take it gently, or you can take it hard. It’s your choice.”

“Gentle,” I said after a few minutes of looking down at the ground between his legs.

“That’s what I thought,” he said with his smile back in place.

“I want more money, then,” I said with a little force. I thought for a second I had over stepped my bounds, but he looked back at me.

“How much more? Don’t get too greedy, Tony,” he warned.

“Double,” I said and then added, “and I’ll put on a good show. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” He actually laughed at my statement.

“Okay, kid. One thousand, but if I don’t get a good showing, you get the agreed upon amount of five hundred. Deal?” I nodded and we shook on it.

He left the room and told Susan to get back inside it. She walked in as I was taking my shirt off. She walked up behind me to help get it over my head. I kicked my shoes off and pulled my socks off afterward. My pants were next to go, leaving me in a room with a bikini-clad woman and my undershorts on.

“Those too, Tony,” she said, smiling.

“I know, Susan,” I threw back at her. Her smile faltered a bit, but she recovered quickly. I think she realized that I was about to get something stuck up my butt that wasn’t supposed to go up there.

I hooked my thumbs inside the waistband and hiked them down my legs and off my feet, piling them on the floor with the rest of my clothes. I looked down and my dick had something different in mind as it stuck straight out. Susan smiled when she saw it, and I covered it up quickly, trying to hide my embarrassment.

As I stepped into the tub, I began wondering how in the world she was going to clean my insides out. My question was answered as she attached a silver hose to the top of the showerhead. The taps were turned and cold water shot out of the top of the shower. A toggle was then turned and the water began squirting out of the silver hose. It was turned back off to allow the water to flow over me again. Before she continued, she moved the showerhead out of the way to make the water hit the wall and not us. She then had me bend over at the waist and turn around.

I did as she told me, and I was now facing the wall away from her. She was getting a very good view of my anal flower shining right at her. She had me reach back and grab my buttcheeks and pull them apart. I was now really embarrassed, but I did as I was told. I felt her rub something slippery up my crack and she wormed her finger inside my rectum. I bolted right up, and with the other hand, she bent me right back over.

Wanting to see what she was doing, I leaned over so far that I could see her between my legs. Susan then began to push her finger into and pull it out of my ass while I just held my cheeks wide open for her. As I continued to watch what she was doing, I saw her reach in with her other hand and press in another finger. I grunted at the additional assault on my backside. With those two fingers, she began to spread my sphincter muscle open as wide as she could without doing any damage.

I grunted and groaned throughout the entire process. I changed my mind about wanting to watch when I saw her withdraw her right hand and pick up the silver hose. It was rounded at the tip, but still it seemed too large to fit inside me. They say that size doesn’t matter. I beg to differ.

She pressed the nozzle of the hose against my anus, but I wasn’t budging. She knew it.

“Bear down like you’re taking a shit, Tony. It’ll make things go a lot faster and easier,” she said, still trying to smile in a friendly way.

Faster and easier; easy for her to say. She wasn’t the one getting fucked in a few minutes. I did as she instructed again and the tip of the nozzle found its way inside me. I had to stand up at the intrusion of that thing. I asked her to pull it out, as I felt like it was too large. She smiled, but held it there for a minute or so to allow me to get used to it.

I wiggled around, trying to dislodge it, but was unsuccessful. Finally, when I settled down enough, she switched the toggle to allow the now warm water to flow inside me instead of on the wall. She pushed me back down to lean on my hands as the water ran inside my lower intestines. It was a weird feeling as I felt the water cascade into me. As my belly filled up with water, the skin began to stretch from pressure. I squinted my eyes closed as it began to hurt. Finally, she turned off the water, just as I was about to complain about it.

“Well, you look pregnant, Tony,” she joked. I smiled cordially back.

She told me to hold in as much water as I could and I nodded that I understood her. I figured that she was about to pull the nozzle out, and I was right. I clenched my cheeks closed as tight as I could and I felt the silver intruder withdraw from inside me.

I saw her pick up a plug and lift it to my butt. Surly she wasn’t going to put that thing inside me also? I squealed as the rubber plug was inserted into my rectum, totally against my wishes. I stood up and felt the water move around. My belly was protruding heavily, and definitely making me look pregnant.

She had me step back and stand there as she washed the outside of me now. Everything from my head to my toes were wiped down and cleaned. My face, chest, arms, underarms, “pregnant” belly, groin (I rather liked that part), legs and feet were wiped down. She turned me around and did my backside as well, starting at the top and going down. She even played with my butt around the plug (I kinda liked that also).

When she was totally finished bathing me, she turned off the water and picked me up out of the tub. A towel was used as she dried me. It was almost as if she was worshiping my body the way she was taking care of it. When I was totally dry, she had me sit on the toilet as she pulled out the plug. I released the contents of my innards into the bowl.

It was a little embarrassing to do so, as the water and chunks made noises when they came out. Not to mention the added sounds of passing gas. Susan waited patiently till I was totally done dispelling all of the contents. I wiped myself clean and she inspected me from head to toe for any traces of dirt. Finding none, she turned me around and marched me out into the open room; naked as the day I was born.

Sly was waiting for me on the set. It was built to look like a boy’s bedroom. The cameras and lights were set up around the room in different spots. Another man was waiting with Sly as I walked out. He introduced the other man as Larry. Larry looked like any other man. He was a little shorter than Jock, but a lot thinner. He had black wavy hair and wore black rimmed glasses, giving him the “Clark Kent” look, only thinner.

“Larry will be playing your father for this scene, Tony. Here, you’re going to play a boy that was caught doing something wrong and Larry is going to try and discipline you by bringing in Jock. There’s no script, so I want you to improvise. Got it?”

I nodded and he showed me the clothes he wanted me to wear for the scene. They were simple boy’s clothes; a pullover shirt, jeans, socks and sneakers. I put them on and waited, trying to remain calm. Sly sat next to me on the bed and watched me get dressed before talking some more to me.

“Remember our deal, kiddo. I want a good scene from you.”

“I remember, Sly. Don’t worry, you’ll get what you want, just pay me what you owe me when it’s over with.”

“I will. Now, your name in the film is Bobby, got it?” I nodded and he smiled at me. “Good. Now, places everyone, places.” He clapped his hands and Larry walked onto the set with me standing there by the bed.

“Ready?” he asked me. I nodded back and took a deep breath to relax a little more.

“Ready everyone?” Sly called from behind the camera. The lights were brought up a little brighter and he settled every one down.

The marker clapped shut like I’ve seen them do in movies and the man carrying it left from in front of the camera. Larry and I took our places to the side of one of the cameras and Sly called out, “Aaaand Action!” Larry grabbed me by the back of the shirt, twisted it around his fist and practically dragged me onto the set.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to run in the house, Bobby?”

“I’m sorry, Dad, I won’t do it again.”

“I’ve heard that from you before, son. I’ve had it with you. I told you what would happen if you misbehaved again. I’m calling Jock!”

By this time he had me by the bedside and was looking down at me in a fatherly way and shaking in forefinger at me, very father-like. He screamed the word, Jock, at me to emphasize the “threat”. I got the hint and took it from there. My eyes got real wide and I pleaded with him.

“No, please, Dad. Don’t call Jock. I’ll be good; you’ll see. Just please don’t call him. Please?”

“It’s no use begging, Bobby. I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me again and you didn’t listen. Now, we have a broken vase downstairs thanks to you.”

Taking the cue again, I kept pleading.

“Please, Dad, I’ll get the vase fixed. Just don’t call Jock.”

“It’s too late, son,” he said and stormed out of the “room”. It was more like storming off the set and off camera. The door at the end of the room was slammed shut. I began to cry and threw myself on the bed, just as Sly called out, “Cut!”

“Great, excellent, Tony. Well done, boy.” He walked up to me on the set and patted me on the back. He turned around before going on to tell everyone to get everything else set up for the next scene. Larry even walked up to congratulate me on a good show. Jock walked on the set next to take his place.

“Here’s where the real action starts, kiddo. The door at the back is going to open and close while you’re still on the bed. Larry’s going to introduce you to Jock and then leave the two of you alone. From there, the action’s going to heat up. He’s going to give you a spanking on your bare ass, and then the sex will begin. Got it?”

I took a deep breath and nodded.

“Good. Then let’s get everyone in place.” He clapped his hands again and left the stage. I turned around and laid myself on the bed, waiting for the scene to begin with Larry and Jock.

The marker clamped shut, the man left from in front of the camera again, and Sly called out, “Aaaand Action,” from behind the camera. The door was opened and shut at the far end of the room. A microphone was used to help record the sound of the door for later editing.

“Bobby?” I didn’t move. “Bobby?” Larry repeated.

I slowly raised my head to look at Larry. Jock was standing there next to him with a black leather trench coat covering his leather gear on his body. In his hands was a black suitcase. I made sure my eyes widened and got a scared look in them.

“Bobby, this is Jock. He’s going to teach you to behave.”

“Oh God! Please Dad, don’t do this to me. Please!!!!!!” I was really hamming it up well, not to mention my own real fears were starting to play a real part in this. After all, besides the spanking, I had no idea what Jock was going to do to me.

“It’s too late, son. The crime has been committed and your punishment is here. Now, you’d better do everything Jock tells you while I’m gone, or it’ll be worse.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Yes. One of Jock’s rules is that he does what he does alone. Good-bye.” He turned and left the small room.

“DAD!” I screamed after him, but he didn’t come back, as I suspected. I thought of the worse thing in the world to help me produce tears and it worked. I had real tears running down my cheeks, as my “dad” left me alone with this gorilla.

“Shut up, kid. Your father’s not coming back till I’m done with you. Till then we gotta deal with your acting up.” Jock started and the suitcase landed on the floor. Menacingly, he took his leather trench off, showing the camera for the first time his physique. Again, I made my eyes widen in fear.

I scrambled to get away from him, but he grabbed my arm to stop me from going anywhere. With his other hand, he ripped my shirt off my body and sat down on the bed at the same time. He pulled me across his lap and yanked off my shoes and socks. I was kicking and screaming to get away from him, but it was no use. He had one hand on my back while he stripped them off me.

“You’d better simmer down, kid, or it’s going to get a lot worse for you later,” Jock warned me, but I didn’t listen. For the show, I was making it look like I wanted the hell out of there. It wasn’t too far from the truth. I knew what was going to happen to me, and I wasn’t looking forward to it. Not at all.

Now that my feet were unclothed, my butt and legs were next. So, as the cameras rolled, Jock stripped the last vestiges of my dignity away from me. My pants and underpants were yanked down so fast off my legs, that I didn’t even have time to register them missing until it was done.

“You either keep your legs still while I do this, or I will tack on more, Bobby,” he warned. As part of the scene, I didn’t listen and kept kicking. Jock had had enough. “That does it, you little brat.”

He dropped me to the ground, naked as the day I was born and went to the suitcase he had “brought” with him. After opening it, he pulled out a short leather strap. Turning around, he advanced on me, menacingly holding the strap in his right hand. With his left hand, he grabbed me by my throat and lifted me in the air. He dropped me into the bed and turned me over onto my stomach. With my face buried in the covers of the bed, he used his feet to keep my legs down on the floor.

“Scream if you want, you little brat, no one will hear you or care,” he hissed at me and brought the leather strap down across my bare ass. I screamed into the covers when the leather made contact.

I flailed my arms around uselessly trying to stop the strap from hitting me, but the position Jock had put me in, it was a futile effort. The strap continued to assault me mercilessly. Jock was beginning to really scare me at this point as to how many times he was going to hit me with that thing. Finally, the onslaught ceased, and the strap was dropped to the bed.

I was crying, a little more than I should have been. The strap hurt, but I got the feeling that Jock didn’t use his entire strength behind the lashes of that thing. My butt definitely hurt, but not nearly as much as it could have. He released my neck and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Now, Bobby, get back over here, and take your punishment like a man,” Jock ordered.

“What?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

“This was punishment for not obeying me. We still have to do the spanking I was going to give ya from the beginning. Now, get over here, unless you want another round of the strap?” I shook my head and wiped my tears away as I sat back up.

I flinched and hissed as I turned over and sat on my red butt. It didn’t hurt as bad as I let on, though. I draped my torso over Jock’s lap, willingly, and he pulled me closer into his groin. My side felt his erection through his leather pants. The side camera got a real clear view of my naked, red ass now.

With my hands and arms drooped over his left side, and my butt in prime striking position, Jock raised his hand and brought it down against my ass with a resounding, “SMACK!”. The sound filled the entire room, and I grunted as the pain assaulted my mind. That did hurt, by the way, as it felt like was not holding anything back. With my ass already red and a little sore from the strap, it wasn’t able to handle the added torment of Jock’s large hand.

“SMACK!” came another hit against my backside. I raised my head up and began to fidget at the barrage of his hits.

“Keep it up, kid, and I get the strap again,” he warned me. I went back to hanging down, limply.

I grabbed his boot and hung on for the next swat of his hand across my butt, and God, did it hurt when it landed. My whole ass was on fire by this time, and he only had four swats under his belt. As the fifth on landed on me, I could feel him urging me to slide downward towards his cock, and, for the sake of the movie, I did just that.

It didn’t stop the swinging of his hand against my ass, though. I had to endure five more vicious swats of his large hand. My whole ass was burning when he was finished with me.

“Now,” he said as he pulled me up when he was finished. I dried my eyes with the back of my and turned to face him. “That was for disobeying your father again, Bobby. Do you understand?”

I sniffed some snot back up into my nose and nodded.

“Now, my payment for doing this for your father; I require you to do something for me. Do you know what a blowjob is?”

I shook my head, no, as I was probably supposed to. Jock smiled back at me.

“Well, you’re gonna learn; real fast-like,” he said, still smiling, but it turned to into a slightly sadistic grin.

He curled his finger up to motion for me to come to him, and I did. I didn’t want another round of his discipline. Jock opened his legs to allow me to step between them. Without saying a word, he pushed me down to my knees and opened the flap to his leather pants. His hard cock sprang out in salute to me kneeling in front of him.

Jock placed his and at the back of my head and pulled my face towards his hard-on. I fought back a little to make it seem more real.

“If you fight me on this, there’ll be another round with the strap, boy,” he warned again. Since I really didn’t think my ass could handle another round, I stopped fighting. “That’s better, boy. First, use your hands to massage the length of it.”

I reached up with both hands and surrounded the girth of the cock in front of me. He sighed at my gentle touch. I began to slowly grip it as best as I could. The thing was larger than I had thought. With both hands around it, I could barely touch my fingers together. I began to stroke it at his insistence. He moaned at my motion along his cock.

“Good boy, Bobby. Now, lick it,” he said and I made a disgusting face at him while backing my head away from it. “Now, now, boy. Do I have to get the strap?” I shook my head. “That’s the last time I’m going to warn you. If you don’t do exactly what I tell you from now on, I’m going to give you another ten with the strap. Got it?”

“Yes sir,” I nodded. I believed him.

I reached forward and cautiously licked the tip of his cock. It was oozing precum, and I tasted it. It actually didn’t taste too bad; sort of slimy. I did it again and again until he moved it forward with a movement of his hips. The tip went inside my young mouth. It was significantly larger than the driver’s pathetic pecker, but I managed to get it inside. At least the tip fit inside.

With the hand that was behind my head pressing me forward, I had no choice but to take more of his cock inside my mouth. I remembered what the shithead said about not using my teeth, so I made sure they were out of the way and not rubbing against his cock’s surface. When the head made contact with the back of my throat, I gagged again and I had to push back away. He let me up a little, but pulled me towards him again, making me gag again.

“When that happens again, Bobby, make believe you’re swallowing a piece of food,” he said with a smile. I nodded, thinking that there was nothing to smile about.

He forced my head towards him again, and I did as he instructed. The tip of his cock eased passed my gag reflex and slid down my gullet very easy this time. Even thought it was bigger that the last one that invaded my throat, I was able to take it. It was like swallowing a large mouthful of food. I rose up to swallow more of him as he moaned louder with more of my mouth covering his manhood.

My throat was in line with his hardened cock and he shoved it all the way inside. My nose was now buried in his pubic hair. Thank God he had showered that day, as opposed to the shithead driver. My bare butt was opened to the room of cameras again while he was buried down my throat. I backed off him and got some air when his length cleared my air passage. He pushed it back inside once I got some air.

As his cock filled the whole of my mouth, I didn’t have to close my lips around it to make a tight seal. But none of that seemed to matter to Jock. He rose up off the set’s bed and began to use his hips to fuck my mouth and throat. Jock grabbed my head with both hands as his hips did all the work now. It didn’t take him much longer than the truck driver to cum, but when he did, I was ready for it. He groaned and I felt his cock jump inside the lining of my throat. Hot cum began to shoot within the walls of my esophagus.

Regaining my senses, my acting kicked into gear and I began “choking” on his cum. I made my eyes water as well, making the scene even more powerful.

The camera caught the cum dribbling out of my mouth as I spit it out. When he pulled out of my mouth, his cock had one more shot left in it and a line of his jizm sprayed along the edge of my nose. I made another disgusted face at the sheer idea of what had just happened.

“If you don’t obey your father, the next time you see me, things will be worse for you, Bobby,” Jock threatened me with his finger as he put his softening dick back in his pants.

“CUT!” Sly was ecstatic. He kept hopping around behind camera. “Wonderful, wonderful, abso-fucking-lutely wonderful.” Before he thought about it, he ran over and gave me a kiss; square on the mouth. He backed off and spit out the semen. Everyone in the place laughed like it was the funniest thing they had ever seen. Even Sly laughed at it.

Susan came over and handed me a towel to wipe off my mouth, and I thanked her.

“How’s your butt, Tony?” Jock asked.

“Sore, but, not too sore. I know you didn’t use all of your strength. Thank you for that.”

“Well, I had to make it look good, though,” he said, ruffling my hair. “You did good for your first time, kid. Good job.” I thanked him and we parted.

I turned and stood up to face Sly. He was gargling with soda water. I waited till he was finished gargling to ask my question.

“What next?” I knew I wasn’t finished with this, yet.

“Well, we take a break first, Tony. We weren’t expecting you to actually suck him off to finish, so we break for a while.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, thinking that I had done something wrong.

“Oh, you didn’t do anything wrong, kiddo. In fact it worked out better than I had hoped. As far as you getting fucked up the ass by Jock, well, we’ll see about that later, okay?”

I breathed a small sigh of relief. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go through another session with Jock at the time. He beckoned me into his office, and I followed. Using a key, he opened a drawer to the desk and pulled out a wad of money.

“Here’s the agreed upon amount of five hundred,” he said, handing me the money. I didn’t really believe I would get the full thousand since Jock didn’t fuck my asshole, so I didn’t complain. “Now, go and enjoy the rest of the week. You have until Monday morning off, so enjoy it.”

“Thank you,” I said, nodding to him. I took the money, went back into the filming room’s bathroom and grabbed my clothes.

I washed my face off and rinsed out my mouth. I grabbed my clothes and got dressed as quickly as I could. With my money safely tucked away, I ran from the bathroom, through the filming room, Sly’s office and then the building. I decided to splurge a little and get some new clothes. I was smart enough not to get something really fancy, but I needed new clothes.

When that was taken care of, it was almost lunch. I only had Jock’s jizm inside me all day, so I was famished. Lunch was at a place by the beach I always wanted to eat at, but had no money for it. It was an outside restaurant with only a couple of barstools for seats next to an open window. The man working the place always smiled at me when I would walk by. Now I was able to sit and eat at his place for lunch.

“Hey, beach kid,” he said as I plopped my aching butt down on the stool. I returned his smile. “What’ll it be?”

I ordered a gyro and Sprite. It appeared on my plate within minutes. I ate it ravenously. We chit-chatted for a while and I found out his name was Paul. He had owned the place for over thirty years. When I was finished, I carried my new clothes back to the building that would be my home for a while.

Back on the fourth floor, I took a good look around for the first time and didn’t like what I saw. The place needed a good cleaning, especially the bathroom. I disappeared from the room and building again to get some cleaning supplies from a small grocery store down the street. I came back and scrubbed the living hell out of the bathroom. When I was done with it, you wouldn’t believe the difference. I swept and dusted and cleaned the rest of the opened space the rest of the day. Rain began falling that night as I lay down to sleep. I saw it run into the room from a window near the ceiling. I enjoyed listening to the rain as it struck the metal roof. Too bad I drifted off to sleep after only a few minutes of listening. I was apparently exhausted.

The next day, I took a real inventory of my situation. Although I found the idea of a large piece of meat being shoved up my butthole repulsive, for the first time in a while, I was feeling totally optimistic. I showered and ran downstairs to see Sly. He was on the phone when I walked in the room, so I waited for him to finish.

“Hey, Tony,” he said, swiveling around to see me when he was finished.

“Hey, Sly. I gotta question.”

“Shoot,” he said.

“Can I do anything to fix up the upstairs room?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, like make improvements and stuff. If I’m going to be living there for a while, I’d like to make it as comfortable as possible.”

“It’s your money, kiddo. You can do what you want with it. But let me caution you about a few things first.”

“Okay,” I said, apprehensively. I was afraid this was going to be it. He was going to tell me I had only one movie in me and he was done with me.

“Well, to be honest, you have about only four or five years of this before your time is up. You’ll be too old by about fifteen or sixteen for my purposes. When it’s over, it’s over. No more filming from me. I would be able to get you in touch with others, but you wouldn’t be making as much with them as you do with me.” I nodded that I understood what he was telling me.

“So, you’d better start thinking about what you want to do for the future. You can’t keep making flicks like this forever. You might think about putting some money into savings or other things also. Don’t spend all of it now; put some away.”

Again, I nodded to him.

“Also, one more thing. You might want to also think about an education as well. You’re a pretty smart kid, Tony, that’s why I chose you.”

“You chose me because I walked in your office, Sly,” I said, with a sly smile of my own. He laughed at me.

“Fair enough, kid. See, this is what I’m talking about. You’re smart; don’t let that go to waste, okay?” I nodded for a final time. “Now, as for your movie; it was a smash hit. I’ve got orders already in the hundreds from several of my clients. They like you, so the next film you will get the full thousand we agreed upon, but you do know what that means, right?”

“Yeah, I know that means I take Jock up my butt,” I sighed.

“You got it. Now, go enjoy the rest of your week.” It was only Thursday morning, so I had four days to begin my project of improving my room. I guess you could call it my home, really.

Knowing that I knew nothing about home improvement, I decided to learn everything I would need to know. After showering and getting dressed, I headed out to a hardware store I had seen earlier. I bought a few things like a long tape measurer, four how-to-do books and a flashlight. I headed to another store for paper and pencils. A local bookstore had them as well as a few text books. I bought ones on English, math, and history. I headed home with my purchases and some work.

I measured the whole room and wrote down the dimensions in a spiral notebook. I found the floor space was fifty feet by two hundred feet. By my multiplication chart in my math book, I had ten thousand square feet to work with. The ceiling was seventeen feet high. I had a whole lot of room to mess with, that was for sure. I drew out a very rough sketch of what I wanted to do to the place.

I sprinted back to the bookstore for a more useful type of paper to draw out specific things to do with my space. I drew for the rest of the day and by evening time, I had everything laid out perfectly. All I needed now was money for purchases.

The next few days and the weekend were spent taking more measurements and I actually began studying my school books that I had bought. Sunday night arrived and I knew what was waiting for me the next day, so I decided to splurge a little and went for pizza for dinner. I didn’t like leaving the building that was fast becoming my home as I didn’t feel very safe outside. Inside was safe; it just wasn’t everything I wanted. Yet.

I woke the next morning with severe trepidation at the day ahead. Being skewered by the large cock I sucked a couple of days ago was not my idea of starting the week off very good. But, if it got me the money I wanted and needed, then so be it. I didn’t bother with the shower or any breakfast. I doubted that I would be able to keep anything down anyway.

I made my way to the filming room and back into the bathroom. Susan was already there and waiting for me. I stripped my clothes off and assumed my “enema” position, waiting on her to make the next move. The water was turned on with cold hitting me first, then gradually warming up to lukewarm, and then finally warm. She had me pull my cheeks apart again and then put the lubricant on it with her forefinger. Her lubed digit invaded my inner sanctum without the original resistance from the previous week. The second invader met the resistance, though. I had to bear down a little to let it slip past the first one.

She used them in concert to widen me up for the silver nozzle to fit. It hurt a little as it did the previous week, but I saw it a means to an end. I wanted all the money I could get from these people before it was time to check out of this gig. If I had to take a large (more like huge) cock up the ass, then I will.

The fingers were withdrawn and the nozzle was inserted with minimal effort from either of us. The toggle was thrown and water gushed back inside my lower intestines. Within minutes, my belly began to fill and I began to look like I was impregnated again. I held out as long as I could, and just as I was about to say something, Susan turned off the water.

“Ready?” I nodded, knowing what was coming next, and I clenched my buttcheeks together as tight as I could. I felt the nozzle slip out and the plug slip in.

My skin was bathed next, and I was getting to like this part. As she washed my groin, my cock decided to wake up for the morning and present itself to her. She smiled and licked it with her tongue. I shivered at the lick. Now, I knew why other men wanted this done to them. It felt good, real good, and my cock responded with a jump of its own.

“Do that again, Susan,” I asked her. She smiled and repeated the action. Now, I was hooked. She didn’t stop with that lick, though. Several more followed in rapid succession.

I put my hand on her shoulder to steady myself as she continued the cock-licking. Without me watching, I wasn’t able to see her reach between my legs and grab the buttplug in my butt and begin playing with it. With one twist of the plug, she swallowed my cock in one swoop of her mouth. I really needed to hold onto her then.

She sucked my cock like a vacuum cleaner sucks up dirt. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world, and I wanted more of it. She wasn’t going to disappoint me, either. With the dual manipulation, she had me cumming within a few minutes. I fell to my knees, shaking as I heard, “CUT!”

I swung my head around to see Sly with a camera and operator in the open doorway. Both Susan and I got red-faced and snickered.

“Good show, you two, but finish up with him soon, Susan. We do need to get started sometime today with the real shoot.” She nodded and turned back to me.

We smiled, and she finished bathing me. As she did last week, she also toweled me off and guided me out of the tub to the toilet. The plug was released, as well as the entire contents of my intestinal track. In a rush, my intestines emptied into the water of the toilet, and I sighed in relief. I got cleaned up and walked out to the set again, ready to get it on with Jock.

Jock was dressed in the same leathers that he was the previous time, and ready for me. Larry, playing my father, was dressed in a nondescript shirt and slacks. Everyone on the set got ready as I made my appearance. Sly was positioned next to a camera going over a few last minute details with Larry. Jock was way off camera, slipping on his second boot. Shaking a little, I walked up to Sly.

“Are you ready, Tony?” he asked, turning from Larry.

“I guess so, Sly. Do I really have to take it this time?”

“It’s gonna happen sooner or later, kiddo. My clients will only pay for so many blowjobs before they want the real thing from you. Your looks and acting abilities have made you a star real quick, but we need to give them everything before they go somewhere else, and both of us are out of money.”

For some reason, that made some kind of weird sense to me. I breathed in deep and walked on to the set. My “Bobby” clothes were lying on the bed, ready for me to wear for a short time. Sly turned to me once we were in place.

“Now, you’ve misbehaved again with your father, and he’s calling Jock to come and straighten you out again. Ready?”

I nodded once again as I got the last of the clothes on and stood in front of Larry. We smiled at each other, but mine was a little shakier in nature. Sly called for quiet on the set and assumed his spot in the chair. The man with the marker walked up, slapped it closed, and left the stage.

Larry had grabbed my shirt again in preparation for the scene. When “marker man” left, he got in my face, ready for the verbal assault on me. I, too, was getting psyched up for crying believably. In truth, the only thing that was scaring me was Jock’s giant cock splitting me open.

“How many times do I have to tell you, son? Don’t run in the fucking house!” He was inches from my face as he berated me again.

“I’m sorry, Dad. Please believe me, I really am.” Tears were welling back up in my eyes while I tried to plead my case with him.

“Perhaps the last time Jock was here didn’t convince you I was serious. I guess a refresher will help you remember.”

“NO! Please, I’ll do anything, just don’t call Jock! I’ll do anything you want; just don’t call him.”

“CUT!” Sly called from behind the camera. The camera stopped and he walked onto the set to address the two of us, but me primarily.

“Okay, Tony, I just got a brainstorm. What if Larry, playing your father, does you first?” Turning to the backdrop of the set, he called to Jock. “You good not to have to work today, Jock? I’ll pay you a little for your trouble.”

Jock walked up to the three of us. He was a little frustrated, of course, but nodded his acquiescence to Larry to deflower me first.

“But I get the kid next week,” he said, holding my head by my chin. He smiled and left the set to get undressed and back in his street clothes. He didn’t leave the set until the flick was finished being filmed.

“Okay, Tony, you get another reprieve from Jock, but you’re not getting out of it with Larry. Got it?”

“Got it,” I said, emphatically.

“Good. While we’re breaking here, you might want to go ahead and get lubed up for it.”

I nodded and left the set for the bathroom. Susan lowered my pants and applied the lubricant to my anus. She wiped off the excess and I returned to the set and Larry. We assumed our positions we had before Sly cut us off and waited for the marker. It slapped shut and Sly called out, “ACTION!”

“Anything?” Larry asked, picking up where we left off.

“Anything, Dad. Just don’t call Jock.” Tears were falling again, making the scene look very realistic.

“Jock said that you gave him a blowjob. Is that right?” I nodded. “Good. You can start with that.”

“Yes sir,” I said and reached for his slacks.

With hands that showed more nervousness than actually was happening, I lowered “my father’s” slacks down to his ankles. Larry was wearing boxer shorts under them and I lowered them as well. My hands went back to his stiffening rod and began stroking it like I had done to Jock in the previous film. While I was stroking him, he led me over to “my” bed and sat down on the edge. Making sure I didn’t stop his cock from hardening, I reached in and licked his cock’s head. It reacted immediately by jumping in my hand. He widened his legs to allow me better access to his privates.

His dick grew to an impressive seven to eight inches, but wasn’t very thick. My boy-sized ass could handle it a lot easier than Jock’s thicker cock. Not that I’m saying it was going to be easier, but I had seen Jock’s fuck tube, and I was in no rush to allow him to fuck me with it. I slipped his cock into my mouth and, with practiced ease, down my throat.

“Don’t make me cum like you did with Jock, son. There’s something else I want you to do for me.”

“Okay, Dad,” I said, sliding off his cock for a second to answer him.

I slid my mouth back over the entire length of his cock again, taking him back down my throat. My throat muscles loosened up and allowed him to pass. He rode my mouth a few times before pulling back out of me.

“Strip, boy. Now!” he ordered.

I nodded and stood up. I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks. I pulled my shirt over my head and then parted my pant’s fly. The garment was lowered and I was standing before “my father” with only me briefs on.

“Those too, son,” Larry said, point to the cotton underpants.

“Yes sir,” I said, and hooked my thumbs in the waistband. They were lowered and I stood back up to face Larry again. He grabbed my hair and pulled me to his hard cock again. I continued to give him the head job he wanted while his hands began roaming over my ten year old body.

“Enough, Bobby. Now, go and lay on your bed, face down.”

“But why, Dad?”

“Because I said to, or I call Jock,” he warned. I got real wide-eyed and did as “my father” instructed. I went to the bed and lay down with my face in the covers.

I felt the bed creek as he knelt down on it behind me. His hands moved my legs apart and he crept up behind me on the bed. I felt the head of his dick at my backdoor’s entrance and I turned around to face him.

“Please don’t, Dad…” I pleaded with him. He backed off suddenly and got off the bed.

“Fine, I’ll just go call Jock,” and with that, he left the stage area to the side of one camera.

“Wait, Dad,” I said, and Larry answered me off camera. “Okay,” I said back to him in almost a whisper.

“That’s the last time I’m going to just threaten you. Next time you don’t do what I want you to do, I go call him. Understand?” he said, entering the picture again. I nodded and turned back around to face away from him.

A camera was facing me to see the reaction on my face when Larry was going to start fucking me and another one to the side and behind us to catch the action. Larry mounted the bed again and lined up behind me for his “prize”. His hands roamed over the skin of my back and butt for a few seconds before he replaced his cock to the door of my anus.

The head just touched me, and I flinched, clenching my buttcheeks closed.

“If you don’t relax and let it happen, Bobby, it’s going to hurt a lot worse,” he warned me. I nodded again, and tried to relax.

I felt him climb onto my back, with his weight bearing down on my back. To help the camera get a real good view of him skewering me, he forced my legs open with his. I heard Sly move the side camera around behind us for the better vantage point, making sure to keep the other camera to the side for both mine and Larry’s reactions to what was about to happen next.

He put his hands over mine to keep them from flailing around when he actually did enter me. His dick lined up to the small entrance of my butt again and with a powerful thrust, he shoved it deep inside me. At least I thought it was deep. It turned out to be only an inch or so past the head. It hurt just as much, though.

“AAAGGGHHH!! Take it out, take it out! It hurts, Dad! Please, take it out. I can’t stand it!” I screamed at him. It didn’t hurt as bad as I was making out, but it did hurt some. The wincing was for real.

“Quiet, son, right now, or I’ll make it hurt a lot worse,” he advised me.

I shut up, but kept my eyes tightly shut to the “pain” he was putting on me. Thanks to the lube job Susan had given me, Larry’s cock didn’t hurt all that much, but I did need to make it good for the cameras. He began to feed the rest of his long prick to my innards. I struggled against him, but he held my hands down in place.

“CUT!” Sly called from behind us.

“What’s wrong?” Larry asked from above me, not moving anything, yet. Besides having a man’s dick up my ass, I could see nothing wrong, myself.

“I want you to raise the two of you up, so we can get some good shots of you really fucking the kid’s asshole. Okay?”

“Got it,” he said back to Sly, then turned to me. “You okay, Tony?”

“Oh yeah, I’m just perfect, Larry,” I said, sarcastically. I heard some snickers from the rest of the room.

Sly called for quiet and marker man walked up to do his thing. Sly then shouted out, “ACTION!” and Larry began to pull out of my asshole.

As per Sly’s instructions, he lifted his body off the bed, pulling me with him and held onto me by my hips. He put me on my hands and knees as he began fucking me doggy style. I gripped the sheets as he lanced my hole again with his long, thin prick. He didn’t “have” to control me any longer, so he could actually enjoy the fuck of his day.

I held on to the covers of the bed while Larry built up speed and rode me as hard as he could. He was really plowing into me as I was grimacing at the assault on my backside. I wasn’t used to something plowing into me that fast or hard. Our skin slapped with each thrust of his hips. The room was filled with our grunts (for different reasons, of course) and our skin slapping together.

With a final, guttural lunge, he sent a hefty amount of semen flying deep into my bowels. But being the experienced porno star that he was, he pulled his cock out of my ass and sprayed some across my butt and back. Meanwhile, I collapsed on the bed, tired from the fuck he had given me.

Larry lowered his head down to mine once his dick had stopped spurting cum to whisper to me.

“That’s what Jock’s going to do to you the next time I have to call him, Bobby, so straighten your shit up right now!”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said back to him.

“CUT!” Sly practically screamed it out loud. “Perfecto, Tony, absolutely perfect. It couldn’t have been better if I wanted it to be.”

I smiled a thanks at him as Larry climbed off my back again. Susan was there to wash the cum off my back with a warm, damp towel. She also wiped up the sauce between my legs that had managed to ooze out of my ass. It was almost like having my own personal valet.

“You okay?” Larry asked me as he walked around the side of the bed. Susan was still cleaning me up at the time.

“Yeah, I think so. I still feel like there’s something up there, though.” It was a very peculiar sensation.

“From what I hear, that normally happens, but it will dissipate soon enough,” he told me. Sly walked over as Susan was just finishing my rectal cleaning.

“Good job, kiddo,” he smiled down at me. “How ‘bout lunch? My treat?”

I was definitely up for that. Not having to worry about Larry’s jizm leaking all over the place, I got dressed in my “Bobby” clothes quickly. I was a little sore around the anus, but none too worse for wear. Thankfully, there was no spanking involved in this shoot, so I wasn’t as sore as I could have been.

Sly led me out to his office again to pay me. The thousand dollars was handed to me in cash and I took it upstairs for safe keeping while we went to eat. No one was allowed upstairs in my room unless either myself or Sly gives consent. He always called it my little sanctuary away from the world. I agreed with him on that.

We had lunch at the same restaurant he had taken me to the last time, and I gorged myself on a chicken parmesan dinner with a side of pasta. He let me try another type of red wine. That one wasn’t as harsh to the taste buds, so he let me have half a glass. During the meal, Sly got a little tipsier than he should have and Kenyan had to drive him to his house.

The rest of the day was spent alone in my room with my school books. I remember that night I slept in fits and waking up not well rested. I had work to do, though. The first thing I needed was to find a broker for my money. There was a large firm with an outlet shop in a strip mall not too far from the building. I guess I’d better start calling it, “my home”.

Anyway, I opened an account with them, needing only an ID card, which I had. I got it the previous week. I tucked away two hundred dollars in a new account at the time called, mutual funds. The broker said that if I deposited the same amount every month, two hundred dollars, then by the time I was eighteen, the account would be worth approximately fifty thousand dollars. I decided to do three hundred a month. It was not enough to draw questions from anyone, and the broker knew better than to say anything to anyone about me.

The rest of the day, I bought a small table saw and some lumber from the local hardware store and headed home. One thing at a time was lugged up the stairs and to the room. It was a lot of work to do, but I made it and began my project. The rest of the week was spent doing the work on the room.

I had the framework done on a second story loft done by Friday night. I had bought the right tools and materials I needed to do the work, thanks to the man working at the store. He helped me a lot by telling me everything I would need to do the job. Friday night arrived and I was tired. I needed a respite from the room and the work.

I headed to the gyros shop on the beach for a small dinner that evening. Paul was there, and we talked about nothing important. I never told him anything important about myself. Not even my new name.

I stayed there until way past sundown, enjoying the light as long as I could. It was close to ten o’clock when I made my way back home. Eluding the gangs was getting easier now, as I knew the streets better, but I was still very cautious. I took a break from building over the weekend for two reasons. One, I was out of building money. I had budgeted about five hundred a week to building the room and with the tools and supplies that week, I was out of money. I still had some spare money, but I needed that for food. Two, I needed the break. I was sore and tired and I knew what was waiting for me around the corner of the week. Jock and his large cock. That should have been a song.

That Saturday morning, I was at the beach playing in the surf for a while. I laid down to get some rest and work on my tan when a man walked over to me and knelt down on the sand next to me.

“Could I ask you something, son?” he asked.

“Firstly, sir, I’m not your son. Secondly, you just did. And thirdly, I’m a little busy. What do you want?” I was now getting quite a smart tongue from hanging around Sly too much. I was a little annoyed at the man interrupting my quiet time.

He didn’t know how to proceed after that, so I exasperatingly asked him what he wanted.

“I wanted to know if I could paint you,” he said, pointing to his canvas and painting equipment.

“Paint me?”

“On canvas. You lay still like you are, and I draw and paint you as a model. One catch, though.” Here it comes. “You gotta take your trunks off.” I knew something like that had to be it. “I’ll pay you for your time, of course.”

“How much?”

“How about fifty bucks? All you have to do is lie still and I do the work.”

“Why me?” It was a fair question, since there were other kids around the beach. It was a Saturday, after all.

“Because I’ve been watching you for a while, and I don’t see any parents with you.”

I guess he had me on that one.

“Okay, sure, mister,” I said. We shook on it and he handed me over a fifty dollar bill. I put it in my sneaker and shucked my trunks onto the sand, giving the sun its first ever view of my white ass. It was something I was going to have to work on over the next couple of weeks.

A couple of girls about my age saw me strip nude and snickered to each other. I ignored them and laid back down on the towel. I put my arms under my chin as I had done earlier and he liked that. He adjusted my body by telling me just exactly where to place different parts. For comfortability’s sake, I had to squirm my dick into the sand a little, but otherwise, I did exactly what he wanted.

I looked between his legs and he was actually soft; not a trace of an erection. He was either not into boys or totally legit in being an artist.

After an hour or so of him drawing me, one of the giggling girls walked up and sat down Indian-style in front of me. My eyes went straight to her exposed inner thighs. Of course her sex was covered by her suit, naturally. I looked up farther to see the rest of her. She had wavy locks of long blond hair, even her eyebrows were blond. Her eyes were a nice shade of blue and she sported a pert nose with slight dimples. All in all, very cute and attractive.

“Why you naked?” she asked, innocently.

“Because he wants to paint me this way,” I said, nonchalantly, nodding my head in the direction of the artist. She looked his way and back to me.

“I’m Brittany,” she said sweetly, offering her hand.

I took it without moving too much of my body and we shook them slightly while I told her my name was Tony. She said that she and her mother brought her little sister here for the day. I told her that my parents both worked on the weekends and I wanted to see the beach before the end of the season. It was approaching November soon and it would cool off, even in So. Cal.

She and I continued to talk while the artist continued to draw. The whole time we talked, her eyes would flit to my naked butt and back to my eyes when she saw me look up to her. I smiled at her innocence. A woman looking strikingly like Brittany walked up to us.

“There you are,” she said.

“Mom, this is Tony,” she said, introducing me to her mother. I waved up to her and she looked at me and back to her daughter, and then back to me and my naked butt again.

“What’s going on here?” she asked and that was when the artist got involved.

“Hello,” he said, walking over and taking Brittany’s mother’s hand. She skeptically took it. “I’m David and this is my nephew, Tony. He’s helping me with a project.”

A good lie. Clean and can easily be explained. Obviously, he heard me tell the girl my name and picked up on it. A quick liar.

“I see,” she said, taking Brittany’s hand. “Well, David, I’ll take Brittany out of your way so that you can get back to work.”

“Bye,” she said, waving to me and I waved back with the same sentiment.

“Interfering people,” David said under his breath.

“No kidding. Although, she was nice.”

David smiled and resumed his seat beside me. He picked his pencil up and went back to drawing me.

“Nice lie, by the way,” he said while he was making his marks. I was a little shocked, but recovered my wits quickly.

“You too,” I said, and resumed my position.

Everyone that passed looked in our direction, but made no attempt to stop Dave or me from doing what we were doing. Even two LA cops walked by. I figured the fun would stop right there, but they just smiled, gave Dave a “thumbs up”, and kept walking. The rest of the time I laid there, we went unmolested by the passersby.

When the sun was going down, he closed up his tools and showed me his work. I was less than impressed. He could see the disappointment on my face, and laughed.

“If you’ll return tomorrow morning, I’ll be able to finish it by tomorrow evening. I do suggest you bring some sun block. They say it’s supposed to be a little overcast tomorrow.”

I nodded and we went our separate ways. I put my trunks back on as I left the beach. The walk home was uneventful and I stopped off at the local pizza place for some dinner. I bought three slices and a Sprite then headed to the loft that was becoming my home.

The next day, I picked up the sun block on the way to the beach, and Dave was there as I walked up. This time, he had an easel and paint with him, as well as the canvas he had started on the day before. I stripped off my trunks and laid down on the towel. I put the sun block on my legs, thighs, and butt. I had to have him apply the ointment to my back and shoulders.

I had brought a few of my text books with me so I could get a little work down while he painted me. The day actually passed too fast for me, knowing what was next. Before the day was over, he and I were shaking hands and saying good-bye. He showed me the picture, and I was now impressed. He was good.

“If you want to do this again, Tony, just call me,” he said, and left me his card. I nodded and put it in my shoe.

The walk home was filled with thoughts of conflicting nature. On one hand, the two wonderful days of the past weekend, and the other held dread for my job the next day. I went into a fitful sleep that night. I wasn’t so sure that trading Larry for Jock last week was exactly a smart move. As it gave me another week of reprieve from having something that large being violently shoved into a place that it wasn’t supposed to go, but it also let me know just how painful a more slender dick is. Jock’s cock is going to hurt like hell, and I wasn’t looking forward to it at all.

The next morning, I woke, but not well rested. I made my way downstairs for my weekly enema by Susan. She was especially nice to me again as she cleaned me out and up. My body was dried off with her usual care and concern.

“Okay, Tony, no more delays,” Sly stated as I walked naked up to him and Jock. I nodded at my apparent fate. “Now, in this one, Bobby’s misbehaved again and his father has already called Jock to come over. I want you sitting on the bed waiting for him as he enters the scene. Also, I want you lubed up and ready to go.”

“If I ever find ‘Bobby’, he’s dead. He’s getting into trouble, and I’m taking the punishment,” I said, trying to make the tension lighter for me.

Sly and Jock laughed, jovially as I walked onto the set. I rested my hands on the bed as Susan walked up behind me with a little tube of lubrication. I spread my legs apart and she applied the ointment to the crack of my ass. She was being as gentle as she could, but I told her to never mind, as I was about to be split by a telephone pole. With that, she pulled her fingers out of my asshole, slapped it and turned back to the camera area.

I pulled Bobby’s jeans back up and turned to sit on the bed, waiting my sentence with Jock. I got myself psyched up for the scene by making myself worried at what was about to happen. Marker man did his thing and disappeared behind the camera again. Sly called out for the cameras to begin rolling. They closed in on me sitting there, looking worried at the prospect of another visit from Jock. The door opened and closed and I looked up to see Jock “walk” in the room.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my old buddy, Bobby,” he announced to the obvious room.

“Please, Jock, don’t punish me. I promise that this time I won’t do it again,” I pleaded, my character hoping that he wasn’t going to do what he was here to do. I knew it was going to happen, though. D-day had arrived.

“Pleading isn’t going to save you this time, Bobby,” he said, and I could see a sadistic smile spread across his face. “First, get up and strip those clothes off, right now.”

I did as he said, taking my time with it, though. When I was completely nude again, Jock walked up to me and put my face to his leather clad crotch. He was standing on a small platform that put his crotch at the perfect height for my face. Using the same hand behind my head, he ground my nose around the flap of leather dividing me from his manhood. It was getting harder the more he did it.

“You feel it getting hard, don’t you, kid?”

I nodded against his middle. He kept it up for a few minutes while he rubbed his free hand along the length of my back. Finally, with one hand still he holding me in place, he swatted my ass with the other, and HARD! I winced and screamed into his crotch. He swatted again, and I screamed again, but also lifted a leg at the pain. He brought his hand down upon my ass a total of twenty times and each one stung like hell. My ass was a dark red when he was finished with that part of this.

I was fidgeting from one leg to the other, trying to make my ass less sore; as if that would help. It didn’t. Jock was as hard as a rock by this time, and ready for the next step. He shoved me to the bed and I climbed on the covers. I was on my back, looking up to the top of the set and noticed a new camera had been installed that week. It was mounted over the bed and pointing downwards to cover the whole thing. With some trepidation, I got onto “all-fours”; ready to get this over with.

“Good, Bobby, you learned from you lesson with your father last week,” he said, sort of praising me, but not really. I turned to look at him and he laughed. “Yes, he told me what you two did, and I’m sorry he did that. You see, now I don’t get a cherry boy for myself. I just get you, and you’re gonna scream when I get this into you.” With that, he opened the flap, releasing his hard-on to myself and the room. I circled around to face him while still on my hands and knees.

He walked up to the bed and presented his cock to me. I took it into my mouth without force or prodding from him. Remembering my lessons, I was able to swallow his cock without any gagging. As it disappeared down my throat, he took to swatting my upturned ass again. I had to make sure not to bite down with each strike of his open palm. These swats weren’t as hard or stinging as the first ones, but they didn’t exactly feel good, either.

He moved his hips in time with my throat’s constrictions, feeling the tightness of the muscles around him. Knowing what it felt like for Susan to do that to me, he must have been feeling something good. I was becoming the avid cocksucker very quickly. I made him feel good for some four or five strokes before he pulled out of my throat and climaxed all over my face. His cum got in my hair, all over my nose and lips, and finally ended up running down my cheeks and dripping from my jaw bone and chin.

“CUT!!!” Sly was on the scene in seconds. “You were to take his ass this time, Jock,” he explained to the larger man.

“Who says that I can’t do that later? We just shut down for a few minutes while I recover and then I come at him again.”

“Let’s finish the scene and then take it from there, Sly,” I suggested to him.

“Fine,” he said, throwing his hands in the air and returning to his chair behind the camera. Jock and I smiled knowingly at each other before getting our stage faces back on. Marker man made his quick appearance and retreated.

“ACTION!” Sly shouted, but there was a little disappointment in his tone.

I got a disgusted look on my face real quick and Jock began circling his cock around my face, rubbing his cum into my skin. He ordered me to lick his cock clean, and I did, swallowing everything that entered my mouth. When he was cleaned, he backed off and raised the flap to his leather pants.

“Now, get your face clean. When you’re done with that, I want you to sit on your bed and think about what you’ve done. I’ll return later for more of your discipline.” With that being said, he turned and left me kneeling on the edge of the bed. Before the cameras ceased taping, I ran my tongue around my lips, gathering in all the jizm it could.

“Cut!” Sly stated and walked over to me. “Not bad, Tony. I don’t want you to leave yet.”

“I understand, Sly,” I said. I knew he was disappointed in me for not doing what we had talked about, but I had managed another stay.

Susan walked up and mopped my face off of Jock’s sperm with a warm towel as I crawled sorely into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. When she was finished, she turned and left with a wink of her eye. I was sitting there thinking about all that I had to do upstairs when Jock walked over and sat next to me.

“How’s your ass?”

“Sore,” I answered back to him.

“I’m sure it is, kiddo, but you handled it well. I was just telling Sly that I think this video we’re making will sell better this way than if I had just walked in and screwed you ass.”

“I hope so, or both of us could be in trouble and not just me,” I told him.

It was totally surreal to be sitting there having this pleasant conversation with a man that in a few minutes was going to be fucking me up the ass. As we were talking, I got an inspiration. I left him sitting there, wondering what I was up to. Sly was in his office working on another problem with another shoot somewhere else. I waited till he was finished to discuss my idea.

“What is it, Tony?” he asked.

“I was thinking about something, Sly. What if Larry joined the scene with me and Jock this time?”

“You mean have him take your ass again?”

“No, I know that goes to Jock this time. I mean have me sucking his cock while Jock does me up the ass.”

“Hmm, not a bad idea, kid,” he said, rubbing his chin. “I like it. Let me call him. Good thinking, Tony.” He picked up the phone and made the call. I made my way back in the filming room with Jock still sitting on Bobby’s bed.

“What’re you up to?” he asked, suspiciously.

“You’ll see,” I said, smiling. I figured if this was going to happen, then we’d better do it right the first time. I wasn’t stupid enough to think that this would be the last dick that was going inside me, but for the first time, I wanted to get it right.

Sly walked back inside and told us to wait for a while until Larry arrived. Jock laughed at me.

“So, you think that,” he began, but I cut him off.

“No, Jock, I don’t. I know it’s your turn at me, but I figured we could get ‘my father’ involved in the scene. Maybe have me suck his cock while you take me, or something.”

“Ooo sounds nasty,” he said, with a smile.

“Yeah, Sly thought so also,” I said, smiling back. He got up to use the restroom and I laid down on the bed for a few minutes respite.

I closed my eyes and started thinking about Dave and him drawing me nude on the beach. Without warning, my cock began to harden on its own. I wondered if there was a way to achieve the orgasm that I had without someone else doing it to me. My hand slowly slid down and began stroking my young dick.

I remembered what the shithead driver did to me in his cab that night and began to stroke it the same way. My other hand reached down and began fondling my almond-sized balls at the same time. I spread my legs apart to allow better access. I totally forgot everything in the room, except my own lust. It was beginning to feel very good after only a few minutes of stroking. My butt was still sore, but it didn’t matter all that much to me at the time. All I wanted was the climactic feeling I had before. I began stroking faster and faster, building towards the orgasm I wanted. Finally, in one glorious exhilarating moment, my body exploded into a fountain of pleasure as waves of rapture crashed over my young body.

My body twitched as I came down from it and I opened my eyes for the first time since I had laid down. The room burst into applause at the show I had just given them. My face must have turned seven shades of red.

“That was quite a show, little one,” Jock said as he approached the bed.

“Thanks, Jock, but I wasn’t doing it for the cameras. It just felt good; that’s all.”

“Doesn’t matter why, Tony. It matters that you did it and we got it all on film.”

“Great, my life in pictures,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Larry’s almost here, by the way,” he said and left the bed. I nodded and sat back up.

We only had to wait about a few more minutes before “my father” arrived on the scene. He walked in and asked Sly what was going on. He told him my idea, and he liked it immediately. Who wouldn’t?

“I was thinking that as Jock walks back in ‘my’ room, you could follow and assist in ‘my discipline’,” I told Larry.

“I like it,” Sly said when I was finished. Turning to the larger man, he asked if he was ready, and Jock nodded. “Okay, then, places everybody. Let’s get everything turned on.”

“Including Jock and Larry,” I butted in. The two laughed at my effort of trying to be at ease about this.

“We need to redden your butt a little, Tony,” Sly said to the side. I rolled my eyes and presented my backside to Jock. He lined up beside me and grabbed my shoulder closest to him. With several swats to my upturned ass with his gloved hand, he had it sufficiently red again.

I stepped onto the stage and waited for Susan to lube me up again. When she was finished, I sat down, waiting for everything to start. Jock and Larry were waiting just off camera and Sly was getting to his seat. Marker man walked up and clapped the marker to the scene and I took a deep breath.

“ACTION!” Sly shouted from beside the camera. I had my head bowed and was waiting for Bobby’s punishment. The door opened and closed and Jock started.

“Hello again, Bobby. I hope you’ve thought about what brought me here again.” Jock was still off stage when he began the speech, but walked up to stand in front of me when he was finished.

“Yes sir,” I said, lifting my tear-filled eyes to him.

“Good, because I’ve decided to get your father involved into the discipline this time,” he said the air of a man threatening something to someone.

“Oh God, not Dad!?” I was obviously supposed to say.

“Yes, your father,” he said to me then turned back to the “door” and Larry. “Come in here, Bruce.” The door opened and closed again and Larry walked onto the stage. He was as naked as I was. “You remember what we discussed, don’t you?” Larry nodded.

“Get on your hands and knees again, Bobby,” Jock told me. I scrambled upon the bed and knelt on my hands and knees. I was facing the two men before Jock turned me to the headboard of the bed. There was the camera above me, one to my left, and one behind me, filming every detail of this. I had no idea what they had in mind for me, but I was sure it wasn’t going to be pleasant.

Larry climbed onto the bed after me and knelt down in front of me. He rose up and pulled my arms into the crooks of his knees, pinning them there. He pulled my face to his crotch while he pulled my arms through his legs. Out of duty, I licked his cock and he slipped it into my warm mouth. It began to grow due to the sensations I was giving it and eventually slid down my throat. I pumped my head back and forth along the lengthening digit while waiting for Jock to line up behind me.

The bed creaked behind me and I felt the head of Jock’s cock tease my anal muscle. He used his legs to spread mine wide open to get a clearer target, as if he needed one. He rubbed his cock along the length of my buttcrack, getting my anus more lubricated up with his precum. The moment of truth had come at last when I felt Jock begin to force it inside me. It took two times before the head speared my asshole, and when it did, I fought like hell to get it out.

I flailed my hands around outside Larry’s knees, trying to get them loose, but that was useless. I screamed into his crotch, but with his cock down my throat, not much sound came out, but a person watching could tell I was in some severe pain. He didn’t stop there long, either. Pressing his advantage, he forced me to take his whole python before he stopped feeding it inside.

I was still screaming, crying, bucking, flailing, and doing everything I could to escape the invading missile of his cock. Everything I did was useless. His cock continued to assault me until he had it buried to the hilt inside me. When he was all the way inside, I could feel his hairy crotch against the smooth skin of my buttcheeks. Even though it hurt like hell itself, I still had to remember that I had Larry’s cock down my throat and to not bite down on it. Instead, I dug my fingers into his thighs when I stopped flailing my arms around.

“Jesus, this kid’s tight,” Jock remarked. Well, what the hell did he expect? I wasn’t a total slut yet.

Once Jock was satisfied that he had totally dominated my asshole, he began to withdraw from my rectum. His hands grabbed my hips in effort to keep me as close to the position that I was as possible. It hurt being taken out just as much as it did going in. When I felt his cock’s head at the entrance again, he pushed it back inside, impaling me again. It felt like being totally ripped in two. I cried out as best as I could again, trying to get him to stop, but it fell on two pairs of deaf ears.

Again, after totally burying the monster fully inside me, he began to pull it back out. I was in full crying mode by this time from the pain. It didn’t stop Jock from continuing his fuck. Another full pumping and he began to pick up speed. If it hadn’t been for the blowjob I had given him earlier, he would have cum by this time, I’m sure.

I settled down enough to continue sucking Larry off, but it still hurt enough to matter to my asshole. If still felt everything was on fire back there. It didn’t take Larry long to bellow out in orgasmic pleasure and pull out of my throat to send his semen splattering all over my face as Jock had done earlier. And even though he was done, he still held me down while Jock fucked my ass.

With one, final, guttural lunge, Jock peaked and upon pulling his cock out, he sprayed his jizm over my spinal cord. He milked his cock of all the cum he could and Larry released me from under his legs. I just laid there, feeling the pain of having just been used by two men at once. And with one, final, and hard swat to my red ass, Jock climbed off the bed.

“Next time, it’ll be much worse, kid,” he hissed sadistically into my ear. The two men turned and left the camera’s view, leaving me crying on the bed.

“Cut! Cut! Excellent! Perfect! I want to see that immediately.” Sly was happier with this than the last two films I had done for him. I still hadn’t moved.

Susan came to the bed to wash me off, and I pushed her away. I didn’t want to see anyone or to know anyone was even there for a while. I buried my face in my hands and felt ashamed of myself. I cried lightly. I wish I could have stayed that way forever after what I had just endured. She left me alone, and so did everyone else, including Sly.

I remember lying there for what seemed like my own eternity, trying to capture a little dignity and composure. I finally pushed myself off the bed into a push-up position and went back to kneeling on my hands and knees. I stretched my back and wiped off my face of tears. Blood had dripped down and dried on the sheets of the bed and I looked down to see where it had come from. I had come from between my legs.

I carefully reached back between my legs to feel my asshole, and it hurt even to my tender touch. I hissed and winced at the dull pain left by the enormous cock. When I pulled my finger back to look at it, blood had leaked onto it as well.

When I looked around, the room was totally empty. Everyone had left and I hadn’t even noticed. I think Jock cleared the room for me, but I wasn’t sure at the time. Later on, I found that it was Larry who had done it. I slipped off the bed and walked to the restroom to shower off. I ran the water for a while to get it hot, and then stepped into the tub.

As the water hit my face, it felt real good. The dried cum washed off and I felt a little better. I looked down to see pink water running along to the drain. I turned around to let my back get clean of Jock’s cum next. I opened my buttcheeks to get some water to clean off any blood there as well. After that, I sat down just to let the water cascade off me. It was like a baptism of sorts.

I pulled my legs into my chest and wrapped my arms around them while I sat there. It felt good just to sit there like that; washing away all traces of my shameful deed. After some time, the door opened and Larry told me to take the envelope Sly was leaving me in the top drawer.

“Okay,” I answered him back.

“You really did good today, Tony,” he said from just on the other side of the glass divider. Even though he couldn’t see me, I nodded and he turned to leave me alone again.

I stayed in the shower for another ten to fifteen minutes before getting out. When I pulled the divider back, there was a white towel waiting for me on the toilet. I noticed some blood was on the towel as I dried off my body, and knew my asshole was still bleeding. So, I wadded up some toilet paper and stuffed it along my crack before putting on my underpants.

After getting dressed, I walked out to Sly’s desk and found the envelope inside the top drawer. When I opened it, it held two thousand dollars with a note. The note stated that I had done a very good job, coming up with the dual fuck idea, so I got a double amount of money. I smiled and went to put it away upstairs.

I had some lunch (it was too late for breakfast) and went back to the hardware store for more supplies. For the time being, I abandoned the bed room and went to work on the kitchen. I was tired of eating out at night. I had a definite sketch and idea of what I wanted for the kitchen/dinning area.

I got all the materials I needed to turn the floor area into a very nice hard wood floor base. Wooden studs were also purchased for the walls. I took my materials back home and spent the rest of the day building the floor and laying the studs to the brick walls for the inner walls.

It was the night that I hated the most. With nothing to do, I reflected on the day’s events. The blood had stopped around mid-afternoon and I removed the toilet paper from in between my asscheeks. But that evening, my body was still paying the price for the money I had made. I cried a little as I fell asleep again.

The next day was more of the same when it came to studying and building, but with a difference. I went upstairs to the roof to do some nude sunbathing while I studied. It was math that day, if I remember correctly while I baked my whole body brown. I remember it because Sly visited me at about noon as I was about to pack up.

“How’re you feeling, Tony?” he asked as he got on the roof.

“Fine, Sly. Did you need anything?”

“Not really. I was just checking on you and to give you this.” He handed me a rectangle box. I opened it and saw a tape inside. “It’s a copy of your first movie with me. I’m going to give you a copy of each of them for your library of movies.”

“What if I don’t want to have a library of me having sex?”

“Then throw them away. Destroy them. I don’t care. If you don’t want them, then tell me, and I won’t bother.” He seemed like a parent that had a gift rejected by a child.

I thought about it for a half a second.

“No, that’s okay. I’ll take them if you want to give them to me.”

“That’s the spirit, kiddo,” he said, ruffling my hair.

He stayed up there with me for a while and we talked about minutia for about an hour more. He had to leave, and I had to get back on building my room the way I wanted it.

With that day, I got into a pattern. I would study outside on the roof for about three hours a day while sunbathing, and then build on the room for the rest of the day till dinner time. For Tuesday thru Friday that was my routine. By that Friday, I had the whole floor done and the studs up for the kitchen. It was the first area that you would enter after leaving the stairs and I wanted it to look good.

Saturday day morning, I grabbed my towel and headed back to the beach. I was significantly browner, but still looking to get darker. I got there and put my personal items in a locker for safe keeping. About an hour of nude sunbathing, Dave walked up and sat down beside me again.

“Enjoying the sun?” he said.

“Actually, I was. Until now, that is,” I chided him. He laughed back at me.

“Up for another fifty?”

“Sure. What do you got in mind?”

“Stand close to the water, looking out to sea. I’ll paint you from behind and the sun at your back.”

There was hardly anyone at the beach at this time of day, so I agreed that it would be fun to do. I set up to standing where he wanted me. He directed me to cross my arms over my chest and unclench my fists. My feet were spread about shoulder-width apart. We made sure the sun was behind me and he sat there also to begin. I held the pose as he worked with his pencil on the canvas first.

I let my mind wander during the time he drew me. I thought about what had happened earlier in the week as well as what I was doing to the room in the building. I thought about why I ran away from home in the first place. It wasn’t the ideal future I had in mind, but it was my own and no one could tell me what to do with it. Not even Sly.

A few morning joggers ran by us, closer to the water, so they got a good shot of my front. One of them was concentrating so hard on me, that he lost his footing and fell into the ocean for a morning dip. It was hard to concentrate for a few minutes after that.

About noon, or so, people were really filling up the beach and the sun was starting to shift to the west more, so we called it quits for the day. It wasn’t before over a hundred people got to see my birthday suit, though. I saw the drawing he had done, and it was better than the last week’s at the finish.

“Could you paint me with longer hair this time?” I asked.

“I don’t see any reason why not, Tony,” he said with a smile and handed me my fifty dollar bill. “I’ll see you tomorrow to finish it up.” We shook hands again and he left for his home.

I got lunch at the gyros place after putting my suit back on. The man operating it talked to me again and told me I had a nice ass. I thanked him and left. To be honest, looking back, I would have to agree with him.

Anyway, after another three hours of playing at the beach, I made my way back home via a different route. I always chose a different route home in case someone was watching me. Paranoia might be irrational, but it keeps me safe.

The next day, Dave was there again and we went to the colors. The sun was lighting up my backside perfectly as I stood in the same exact place I did the previous day. We got the same lookers as we did the day before, but with one notable exception. Brittany paid us another visit. Even I was a little put out this time.

“Your thing looks funny,” she said, walking up from my left. Great way to start a conversation. Stupid girl.

“Considering the source of that, I’ll take it as a compliment,” I shot back at her. Dave snickered from behind his canvas.

She scowled, but made no other mention of my “thing”. She also didn’t stick around very long. After only a few minutes of strained conversation, she left. I was glad she left us alone. I didn’t need someone asking a lot of questions about me.

At noon, Dave put down his brush and declared the painting finished. I took a look at it and it was very good. I liked it better than the first one, not that I’m saying the first one was bad, but this one was better.

“See you next week?” he asked.

“Sure thing,” I answered, and then added, “if the weather cooperates.”

“See you then.” He packed up his things, being mindful of the wet oil paint, and left.

I put my suit back on and played in the surf for the rest of the day. I returned home at about dinner time that evening. I was wondering what Sly had in store for me the next day. As I fell asleep that night, I was actually not that worried. I had weathered the worst of it with Jock and was still intact, for all intents and purposes.

The next day I woke and headed downstairs for work. Susan was in her proper place and gave me another wonderful shower and not-so-wonderful enema. She always took care of me, no matter what happened on the stage. I walked out to the staging area and Sly was talking to a man I had not met yet.

“Tony, this is Mitch,” he said as I walked up. I shook hands with Mitch as Sly introduced me to him. Mitch was about the height of Larry, but a little stockier. He had short black hair that was graying and a mustache that was also graying.

“Now, today, Mitch will be playing your father. You’re gonna be asleep and he’s going to come in and play with you in the bed.”

“If he’s going to be my father, don’t you think my hair should be black?”

“Excellent idea, Tony,” he said.

We waited while someone went to get some temporary coloring from a store. I got to know Mitch a little better while we were waiting. It turns out he had a son that was my age. He called him MJ; short for Mitch Junior. He wanted to know if he could bring him by to meet me, and I shrugged a “why not?” at him.

“I usually go to the beach on Saturdays and Sundays, though.” And then I had a thought. “Are you getting him into this?” I asked him.

“I was thinking about it. Why?”

“Oh, just wondering,” I shrugged.

A few minutes later, the camera man that was sent for the dye returned and Susan dyed my hair black. It was certainly a change. I wasn’t too sure I liked it. Susan lubed up my asshole with her usual care and I walked back out to the filming room where everyone was waiting for me. Sly asked if I was ready, and I nodded. He handed me a pair of pajamas and a pair of underpants. I slipped them on and got into bed.

“Am I supposed to like this or not?” I asked Sly as I slipped beneath the covers.

“Let’s try for a feel that you’ve done this before and you don’t want to do it again, but once he begins to work on you, you kind of start to like it.”

“Gotcha,” I said, and lay down on the pillow.

I heard Marker man do his thing and snuggled down into the mattress a little more. I was facing away from the doorway that Mitch would be using to enter the room. Sly called for the cameras to begin taping and the door quietly opened and then closed, bringing Mitch into the picture.

I felt him move his hand along my arm, but I didn’t move. He played with my hair for a little bit, and still I didn’t move. The bed creaked as he lay down behind me and I kept my eyes closed, feigning sleep. The covers were moved to make room for him to lie right behind me. His arm draped over my body to rest on my chest and I made my first move; I rolled away from him to lie on my stomach.

Mitch moved the covers down to reveal my pajama-clad body to the room. He began rubbing my back with his right hand and then moved it under my pajama shirt to rub my bare back. After a few rubs, his hand began moving south to slip under the waistband of my underpants. I felt him grab my buttocks in a firm grip and I groaned.

“Dad, Mom will hear us,” I told Mitch. His hand jilted for a second but he adlibbed his line a second later.

“She’s sleeping with Prince Valium tonight. A tornado could rip through the house, and she’d still be asleep. So, don’t worry.”

“But Dad, I don’t want to do this anymore,” I said, turning my head towards Mitch.

“Well, that’s your privilege, of course, but I could always let it slip that you were out too late last week,” he threatened me. I was, of course, supposed to be afraid of that. I sat up in a flash. He was totally, buck naked.

“You said that you wouldn’t tell Mom about that,” I said quickly.

“And I won’t. Just give me what I want, and I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

“Can’t you do this with Mom?” It seemed reasonable to me. I mean, he did “marry” her.

“You know what your mother looks like. She’s totally let herself go since having you boys. She’s not the same person I married, son.”

I sat there, looking at the mattress, wondering how I was to answer that and then Mitch took over.

“Please, son?” he asked, looking a little pathetic. I sighed and nodded. I pulled my shirt over my head and lay back down on my stomach. I put my hands under my pillow and head to give him better access to my whole torso and lower frame. His hand went back to roaming around on my bare back. He didn’t stop till he got under my briefs again.

Using both hands, he slipped my pajama bottoms and briefs down my legs to pool up at my ankles. His hands slid back up my legs to rest inside my thighs. He pulled my legs apart till my pajama bottoms wouldn’t stretch any farther.

I felt one hand slide into the crack that separated the globes of my ass and a finger probe my anus. Gently, he slipped it inside, and I groaned again into my pillow. He used the middle finger of that hand, being the longest to loosen me up. After all, we didn’t want to wake “my mom” up when he eventually nailed me. His finger pumped my anal portal for a few times before he withdrew it totally.

The bed moved to indicate to me he was maneuvering into position to impale me on his cock. I felt the head of it touch my backdoor, and I flinched my cheeks a little at the touch. He waited a few moments for my anxiety to pass before easing it into the entrance that was my hole. I groaned as I felt his cock permeate my insides.

I noticed by the degree of pain that he was smaller than Jock, and I was thankful for that. It was either that, or I was already broken in to having a cock up my ass that it didn’t affect me like it did the previous week. I gripped the pillow tighter as he fed his cock to my rectum, inch by inch, till I felt his pubic hair against the smooth skin of my asscheeks.

I felt him lower his body down to lay on my back when he was buried fully inside me. He lowered his face to my ear and whispered in my ear.

“You okay, son?” I’m just fucking peachy, “Dad”. I nodded into the pillow that I was okay, and he took me at my word.

His hips raised off my buttocks and I felt his cock pull out of my asshole. He reached under my body to grab my hands. Even though the cameras couldn’t see it, I grabbed his in return to hold on due to the pain he was giving me. Using only his hips for leverage, his cock began to slowly pump in and out of me. I was still very tight, so it didn’t take him long to cum. He didn’t bellow when he came; it was sort of a loud hum and very uncharacteristic of the men I had known up till now.

He did manage to pull his cock out just as the semen began to fly. It spurted all over my back and butt. I just laid there and took it, grateful that this was over with for this week. He rubbed the semen into my back and butt before laying back down beside me.

“Thank you, son,” he said, and closed his eyes as I nodded back to him.

“CUT!” Sly called out from behind us. Both of us opened our eyes and smiled at each other as Sly mounted the stage. “Good job, both of you. Very well done.” He was smiling, even though he wasn’t as excited as last week’s film.

I waited for Susan to wipe off the cum that was on my backside as he climbed off the bed and got dressed off camera. Susan did wipe me off and I followed him from the set. I was still nude as I stood in front of him again.

“How’s your asshole?” he genuinely asked.

“It’ll be fine, Mitch. No offense, but you weren’t the largest cock I’ve had up my ass recently.” He laughed a little and told me he wasn’t offended.

“Do you mind if I bring MJ by on Friday evening? He could stay the weekend with you if you two get along pretty good.”

“Sounds fine to me, Mitch, but I only have one bed to sleep on.”

“No problem. I’ll just have him bring his sleeping bag with him.”

“Okay, see you then.”

He smiled and left the room for his pay. I went to the bathroom to check on my backdoor to see if there was any blood this time. I wiped off and no blood was found, thanks to Susan’s lube job, and I slipped on my underpants. Sly was in his office as I walked in, and on the phone again. He handed me my grand and the tape of my second film, but I waited a few minutes to talk over an idea I had. He hung up, and I took my opportunity.

“I got an idea, Sly.”

“What’s that?”

“Mitch was telling me that he wanted his son, MJ, to get into this,” I started telling him.

“Yeah, he told me the same thing,” he said, nodding to me.

“He’s bringing MJ to stay with me for the weekend. Maybe he could join me next Monday morning. Do you think a video of two ten-year-olds having fun would sell?”

“That’s not a bad idea, Tony, not bad at all. What do you have in mind?”

“Something longer than we’ve been doing. Maybe with a few ropes, gags, blindfolds, playing with each other, and other things like that. Also maybe expanding the room. Could we shoot upstairs on the first floor next week?”

“We don’t have the time or budget for that, but we could take out a few unnecessary things from the stage and make it larger. We do have the other half of this area to use as a storage.”

“Okay. I’ll come up with a sort of storyline and plot by Friday and discuss it with MJ over the weekend.”

“Sounds good, kiddo. See you next week,” he said.

I went upstairs for a shower to take the black out of my hair and get freshened up a little better before going out. That Monday, I got all the dry wall I needed for the kitchen/dinning area and a few “do-it-yourself” cabinets to go in the kitchen. I also ordered the refrigerator. They were just coming out with stainless steel appliances at the time, and I liked the look of them. The rest of that day was spent getting the dry wall up and put in place. I had to fill in the cracks and get ready to cover it, but they were looking very good. The trickiest part was getting around the outlets that were there.

The next day, I was upstairs working on my full body tan and studies when I heard knocking on the door downstairs. I ran to the edge of the building’s roof and saw men delivering the refrigerator that I had ordered. I shouted to them that I would be right down. I was so excited at this, that I totally forgot to get dressed.

I took the stairs two at a time. I made it to the door in a matter of a few minutes. When I opened it, both of them gawked at me. It was then that I noticed I was naked as a jaybird. I was a little embarrassed at forgetting my clothes, but I motioned them inside. They didn’t know what to do, being invited in by a nude ten-year-old. And a cute one at that.

“You gonna deliver that, or stand there all day looking at a naked boy?”

One of them turned to his partner and wanted to vote on the second option.

“Very funny,” I said, getting a little hot at his attitude. “Look, I was upstairs, sunbathing, and I forgot my clothes when you knocked. Now, follow me, please.” I’m sure the one man would have followed me into hell itself.

I led them to the loft on the fourth floor. They took the five flights of stairs very well with the fridge. I showed them where to put it when they got it up there.

“You a runaway?” the one man asked as I was signing for the appliance.

“Why? You like little boys?” The guy was starting to get on my nerves.

“Well, I could tell someone that you’re here, and the cops would get involved, and…”

“Okay, I get the picture. What do you want for your big mouth to be silent?”

“You.” Now, how did I know that was coming?

“Fine. It’s not like I have a choice. One or both of you?” Since I had done that already, it was no big thing. The man smiled, and I knew I was going to have to take both of them. The tag on the first man’s uniform read, “Tom”, and his partner was Stan.

It was then that I really took a hard look at the two of them. Tom was the older one; probably in his late thirties with salt-n-pepper hair. His body was also starting to show signs of aging as his belly was getting a little larger. Stan was the younger and slimmer one. He looked like he was still in high school, but he was probably about eighteen or nineteen. He had short blond hair that was a little unkempt. He was the quiet one of the two and I liked him better.

So, I walked up and unzipped his overalls. I slipped my hand inside to fish out his cock from the uniform. While I was working on that, Stan walked around behind me and began running his hands up and down my body, paying particular attention to my best feature; my ass. When Tom’s cock finally cleared the denim fabric, I licked the stalk from base to tip. He groaned at the thought of having a ten year old blond kid lick his cock. It wasn’t terribly big, compared to Jock, he was average.

I took a few swipes of my tongue before enveloping the tool with my mouth. I bobbed my head along the length of it like I had been taught over the past several weeks and he was getting into it very well.

Meanwhile, Stan had begun to lick my body. He used his hands to pry my legs apart and get to my rear flower. His tongue met my sphincter, and I voluntarily opened them even wider. It was to be my first rim job and Stan was doing a very good job of it. While he tongued my assring, he also began stroking my preteen cock. I had a very difficult time concentrating on Tom’s blowjob.

Not being used to the stimulations that Stan was giving me, I came after only a few strokes of my cock. It didn’t stop Stan from continuing his rim job. He seemed to like giving it to me, and I wasn’t going to stop him. With my orgasm over, Stan just held onto my hips while he continued rimming me.

Tom pulled me off his cock as he was getting to close to cumming. I knew he wanted my ass. Most men do. He pulled a chair over to the two of us. He sat down in it and pulled me over to him while Stan was still going at my ass with his tongue.

“That’s enough, faggot, you can drink my juices when I get finished with him.”

“I was just getting him slicked up, Tom,” he said, explaining himself, but I got the feeling that he actually enjoyed it.

“Yeah, right, Stan. Besides, the kid has probably taken so many cocks up his ass; this won’t bother him at all. Right, kid?” I shrugged at him as he pulled me in between his legs and turned me around.

He shoved his finger inside me without any gentleness to it. I hissed at the suddenness of it, and tried to evade his digit. Tom grabbed my arm, to make double sure I wasn’t getting away. He didn’t have to; a deal’s a deal. Besides, if the two of these talk to the police, they would be in a whole lot more trouble than I would be.

Tom lifted me off the ground, using only the finger embedded in my ass. I cried out at the pain of it. He brought me back to sit on his lap, lining up his cock to my asshole with his free hand. And, while pulling his finger out, he inserted his cock at the same time. His finger and cock had occupied the same small hole for a brief period of time before he totally took his finger out. Sadistically, Tom forced me all the way down on his average cock in one push. I cried out again.

“Gently, Tom,” Stan told him.

“‘Gently’? I don’t think so, you little faggot. The kid likes it, after all.” Then to me, “Don’t you?” I knew better than to bother answering his rhetorical question.

He grabbed my waist and began raising me off his lap, then lowering me back down again. I placed my legs outside of his to help widen my rear hole a little and ease the pain some. I also put my hands on the seat in between his legs to hold my steady. Stan was just standing there, watching the show, till I motioned for him to walk over to us.

I opened his fly as I did Tom’s and fished out his cock also. Even as Tom was bouncing me up and down on his lap, I managed to vacuum Stan’s cock into my mouth and down my throat. As I bounced on Tom, my mouth would slide naturally along Stan’s hardness. Obviously, both men were enjoying themselves.

Tom came first, sending jizm deep into my bowels. He didn’t pull out to spray me, he just let my guts take the juice and keep it. Stan wasn’t far behind him with his climax. His manstuff shot down my throat like a water pistol shooting water. When he was finished with me, he didn’t put his cock away immediately; he sank to his knees and sucked my cock in return. Tom held onto my hips until I came again a few minutes later.

When Stan pulled away, he sat down on the new floor I had laid the previous week and relaxed for a time. Tom just pushed me off him, callously and zipped his fly back up.

“Not bad, kid. You’re a pretty good fuck.” Tom told me as he ruffled my blond hair. I didn’t bother returning any sentiment and he didn’t seem to want any. Stan, on the other hand, was different. He had a look of shame on his face as he gathered himself together again.

The two left without another word. I cleaned up the cum from my legs and asshole and got busy putting the refrigerator into operation. By the time all that was done, it was noon and time for lunch.

The rest of the day was spent doing the cabinets for the kitchen. That evening, there was a knocking at the front door. I made my way there, stood on a stool, and opened the sliding panel. It was Stan.

“Can I come in?” he asked, shamefacedly. I nodded and slid the panel closed.

I opened the door and let him inside. He followed me to Sly’s office where I sat down in his chair. He took the seat on the other side of the desk.

“This your dad’s office?” he asked upon sitting down.

“I’m a runaway, remember?”

“Oh, yeah, right,” he said as realization sets in.

“What do you want, Stan?” I asked him, getting a little put out with being interrupted.

“Well, I was worried that we had hurt you this afternoon.”

“Is that all?” I asked, and he nodded. “I’m fine, Stan. Really, fine. I’m getting used to having men shove their cocks up my butt. Is there anything else?”

“Could I, um, do you again, please?”

“What? No candle light dinner first? No movie?” I asked with a little more than a smidgeon of sarcasm sprinkled in. He laughed, but it was a nervous one. “Look, Stan, I tell you what. I’ve got to purchase an oven next week. Make sure you deliver it, and I’ll make sure you get a good tip, okay?”

“Sounds fair to me,” he sighed. He got up to leave, but it was more of a mosey than a walk as he left the office.

“Are you gay?” I asked him when he got to the door to the office. He stopped and turned back to me. Looking down at the floor, he nodded.

There was something different about him, though. He wasn’t as aggressive as the other men I had met so far. At the time, I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something was different about him. Apart from being gay, that is. So far, all I had met were men interested in just a simple piece of ass (literally), but Stan was different in not wanting that. He seemed to want more than something quick.

“I’ll see you next week, Stan,” I said, dismissing him. He nodded and left.

As I was trying to get some sleep that night, Stan kept entering my mind. I tried to put it aside, but it wasn’t happening. Over the next two days, Stan kept reentering my mind as I studied, worked on the loft, or trying to get some sleep, he was there. On Friday morning, Sly showed up at the office. I headed downstairs to talk with him about Stan.

“Hey, kiddo,” he said as I entered the room.

“Hey, Sly. I got another question for you.”

“Fire away,” he said, gesturing with his hand as well.

“Well, I’ve met someone,” I started, but he cut me off.

“A girl?”

“No, a man,” and he raised an eyebrow. “Relax, he’s okay. He admits being gay, but there’s something else about him that puzzles me.”

“What’s that?”

“He doesn’t seem like all the other men I’ve met out here on my own. He’s quiet; more considerate and less…” I wasn’t sure how to say what I wanted to say, and Sly took over.

“Dominant?” he suggested. I cocked my head at him like I didn’t know what he was talking about, so he explained it. “Not so ‘in charge’? Kind of submissive?”

“Yeah, kind of like that,” I said, pointing my finger at him.

“Let me show you something,” he said and we walked into the filming room. “You’d better find a place to sit down, because this one’s a little longer than the one’s we have with you.”

I nodded and grabbed one of his director’s chairs to sit in.

He put a tape into the recorder and pushed the “play” button, then sat next to me in another of his chairs. The screen came to life and a teenager about sixteen or seventeen years old walked in. He was naked and completely shaved. Even his head and balls were shaved. The boy was flanked by two men in leather suits matching Jock’s. The difference was that they wore hoods over their heads. Both men also looked to be about Jock’s size, in both physique and cocksize.

The boy looked at least a foot shorter than both men and was outweighed by about a hundred pounds. He had a studded, black collar around his neck with a leash being held by one of the two burly men. The teenager also had on leather wrist restraints linked together in front of him and ankle restraints linked to a chain, not longer than a foot long. His balls were wrapped with something Sly called a ball spreader. His cock was being pulled upwards to the collar by means of a leather strap around its head and a chain linking the two together. He looked to be in a bit of pain.

The boy was led to the center of the room, where a chain extending from the ceiling was linked to his wrist cuffs by one man. The other pulled on the chain from the other side of the room and his hands were jerked upwards. He didn’t stop until the boy’s feet were totally raised off the floor and he was suspended only by his wrists. The man that had linked his cuffs to the chain, bent down and spread his feet apart as far as the chain would let them go. Two eyebolts were bolted into the concrete floor of the room and held his feet apart via two more shorter chains. His body was stretched out fully after the other man pulled on the ceiling chain again, taking out the slack.

The man that did the ankle cuffs walked out of the camera’s view and returned with firm alligator clips. He walked up behind the boy and rubbed his nipples to get them hard before applying the clips to them.

The boy screamed like hell as each clip dug painfully into his sensitive flesh. He thrashed around uselessly trying to dislodge the biting clips. A small trickle of blood flowed down from each nipple as the teeth dug in even further. My own chest hurt thinking of the poor kid’s pain. Tears also began flowing down his face from the torment.

The film cut to a different angle, showing the boy from behind as the other man had something else in mind for the boy. He had grabbed a whip and brought it down across the boy’s naked buttocks once his partner had cleared out. Another scream erupted from the poor teenager. The whip tore into him again, lancing the boy just above the first one. The first strike had begun to show a red welt as the whip struck again just below the cleft of the boy’s butt.

The man was relentless as he brought the whip down on the boy’s backside, never venturing too far away from his buttocks. Of course with as many hits as he was getting, some retraced earlier strikes. Blood was now beginning to flow from his wounds, but the man didn’t stop with the whip.

I counted forty lashes from that thing before the man put it down. Each cut was now bleeding profusely as both men walked up to the poor teenager. Clip man reached around him and pulled painfully on the boy’s already abused nipples, eliciting another scream from him. He also reached down to the boy’s cock and began stroking it while it was still being stretched to the collar. The camera had changed back to the front view again to show what was happening to him. I saw that a lot more tears had been streaming down his face.

It was also apparent what the man was about to do him from behind. His hand that was on the alligator clips retreated behind him and a series of two snaps were heard. The flap guarding the man’s crotch fell away and a giant cock, larger than Jock’s, appeared. The thing had to have been a foot long and at least two inches wide. The boy began panicking even worse when the man put the tip to his asshole.

Fresh screams filled the room to capacity when the man shoved forward. The boy did his best to try and evade the intruder, but being secured as he was, it was no use. The man slid the monster cock inside the boy’s rectum, not caring about his victim’s pain. It didn’t go all the way, but just half of it was more than enough to cause immense pain to the teen.

The weird thing was that the boy’s cock didn’t seem to deflate due to the pain he had received so far. In fact, it seemed to have stiffened even more. The man resumed his stroking of the boy’s cock and torturing his nipples while shoving his prick inside his hole.

Whip man walked around to kneel in front of the boy at this time and grabbed his leather encased nutsack. He twisted the purplish balls while they were still in the leather prison. The boy writhed in agony. It didn’t matter what they did to him to cause him pain, he enjoyed it even more. His cock was not going down at all. His balls were twisted even further, and he screamed louder, but his cock remained firm. He took to stroking the hard cock while his partner moved the free hand up to twist the boy’s neglected nipple clip.

The man fucking the boy was finally able to fit about another quarter of his monstrous cock into the boy’s sore asshole. Each time he pulled back and shoved forward, he was able to get more of it inside him. He was using the boy’s nipple clips for leverage as he pummeled him. The man finally let out a primal scream and came inside the boy’s asshole. Contrary to what happens to me, he didn’t pull out to shoot all over the teen. His dick remained inside him till he was finished.

Not to be denied, whip man got up from torturing the boy’s balls and walked around behind him and repeated what his partner did to the teenager. I felt real sorry for the boy as he was about to endure another round of assfucking. The new man’s cock was just as large as his partner’s and seemed to be proud of it as he lined up to the boy’s well-fucked asshole. The boy groaned as he felt the second cock take aim at him. The man slapped the back of the teen’s head to shut him up.

Without preamble, the cock slid half way inside the kid in one stroke. The boy screamed again at the added invasion. The screaming seemed to excite this man as well; you could see his mouth move in a shape of a smile under the hood. He ripped into the poor kid as he would a whore on the street.

After recovering from his orgasm, the other man walked back around and knelt in the place his partner had vacated. Grabbing the boy’s sore balls, he started the twisting torture to him. While each thrust from behind continued to send him into fits of agony, the boy’s cock was still very erect. I was amazed at his stamina, not to mention his high threshold of managing pain.

His cock was stroked by the man twisting his balls and within only a few strokes, he tensed up and jizm shot into the air. The sensation also had the effect of tightening his sphincter muscle (if he even had one left) and the man inside his ass shot his load and filled the boy’s guts.

As the man still in his ass was recovering, the spare one let go of the youngster’s balls and went to the side of the camera. He returned with a ping-pong paddle. He swung the paddled upwards, striking square on the captured balls. Being hoarse from earlier screaming, the lad’s throat did make a sound close to it, but it had lost its volume. He swung the paddle again and nailed the same spot with the same amount of force.

The boy cried, but didn’t ask or beg for the man to stop paddling his balls. On the fifth paddle of the kid’s purple balls, the other man had returned with a paddle of his own and swung it hard against the whipped asscheeks of the teenager. They would alternate the strikes on him. One hit on the balls, one on the bloody buttocks. After forty more hits on both sides of his middle, the two men left the boy hanging in his bonds. They never said a word to him.

As they exited the room, I saw the boy’s face. He was tear streaked, and red-faced, but he seemed content. The last thing that was heard was the boy’s sob as the screen turned to black.

“Wow,” was all I said as Sly rewound the tape.

“Yep,” he answered. “But did you notice something about the boy?”

“His cock never went down, even after he came,” I said, observantly.

“Exactly, Tony, exactly,” he came back with.

“You mean that is what Stan wants someone to do to him?”

“Well, maybe not immediately. This boy had been having these things doing to him for a long time; probably over ten years. Your friend, Stan, just probably wants something a lot milder. Maybe a spanking or a little cock and ball torture or something like that. Ask him and see what he says. If he does, then I think Jock wouldn’t mind you borrowing his stuff to try it out on him.”

“Changing the subject,” I said, because I wasn’t sure about how to proceed from there, “have you talked to Mitch today?”

“Yes, and he said that MJ will be here at about four o’clock. He does know about the shoot on Monday, and he wants to do it.”

“Okay, good. I’ve got a few ideas for the scene, also.”

“I’m sure you do, Tony,” he said, smiling at me.

I looked down at my watch and saw that it was almost noon. That film had lasted almost two hours. He wasn’t kidding when he said that this was going to be long. I was on my way out of the room to head upstairs when I turned back to him with another question.

“What happened to the boy in the film?”

“He was killed a year or so after this was made,” he said with a wisp of sorrow in his voice.

“Do I want to know how?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.

“Gang raped and killed on the streets.”

And that ended that topic of discussion.

I headed out of the room and back upstairs with my mind full of questions about Stan and what to do about him. Stan looked to be about a few years older than the boy in the film, but he was still an adult. I wasn’t sure he wanted me to do things like that to him.

I forced the thoughts of Stan out of my mind for the time being and concentrated on the kitchen cabinets. I worked on them until four o’clock when there was a knock on the door leading into my loft. I opened the door to see Mitch standing next to a kid that could very easily be my twin if my hair was black. Oh, Monday was going to be fun for Sly.

“MJ, this is Tony,” he said, extending his hand towards me.

“Hi,” he said and I answered him back.

“Come on in, Mitch,” I said. Both of them walked in and saw my place. They were both impressed at the amount of space available.

“All this is yours?” MJ asked and I nodded.

“I’m still working on it, of course, but it’ll get there eventually.”

“Well, it’s very nice, Tony,” Mitch said, almost condescendingly. He turned to his son and said good-bye. They hugged a small hug and Mitch left us alone.

It was a little awkward at the beginning, but after a few minutes, MJ and I both lightened up and began having ground breaking conversations.

“Wanna see the roof?” I asked him.

“Sure,” he said, enthusiastically.

We got upstairs and looked around. The sun was going down, so it was a little late to do any sunbathing, but we looked around for a while and then headed back to my loft. It was getting to be dinner time and we headed to a local fast food place. On our way back was when my luck had run out and we got into a spot of trouble. We were just walking down the street when trouble came our way.

“Hey, look what we got here,” a voice said and both of us turned that direction.

It was a couple of bangers out on the prowl. I cursed myself for not being more careful, especially with MJ here for the first time. One had a switchblade out and was cleaning his nails with it. Another banger had gold teeth and was carrying a six-shooter in his pants. The third one was on the side, leaning up against a lamppost. The leader, being the one that spoke up first, was standing in our path. He didn’t have any weapons that I could see, but I wasn’t taking my chances.

“What do you want?” I asked the obvious.

“Well, first, your money will do. After that, well, we’ll just see what else you got.”

“Ain’t got any money, asshole,” I spat back at him.

“Ooo, we got ourselves smart mouth, boys,” he jeered. “Maybe we need to teach the smart mouth a lesson.”

“You can try,” I came back. We were outnumbered, of course, but I wasn’t going to let him have the satisfaction of knowing I was a wimp.

He came at me first, and I ducked under his swing. My fist nailed his balls as hard as I could lean into the punch. I was hoping that MJ wouldn’t be totally out of it, and he wasn’t. He grabbed a board that was leaning up against a trash bag and swung it across leader man’s face, knocking him to the ground. I was thankfully out of the way of the board’s follow through.

The one with the gun made the next move, and I was ready for it. In punching the leader, I was bent over at the waist. All I did; was swing around and catch the side of his leg. He went to the ground as the gun went off, sending the bullet skyward. Before he could do anything else, a board smashed into his face, hitting his head on the pavement. He was unconscious following that, thankfully.

The last two were a bit smarter and came at us as a team. One of them tackled me and the other went after MJ. Again, we got lucky and he got the one with the knife. I was wrestling my banger and coming off the loser, when a board hit the back of his head; hard. His unconscious body fell onto mine.

“Thanks,” I said, as he pulled me out from under the banger. We stood up looking at each other for a minute and then around at the damage we had caused. “Not too bad for a couple of fifth-graders, huh?”

We laughed a little but before we could do anything else, a shout was heard and we turned towards it. About two blocks away, the rest of the gang had seen what had happened and began running in our direction. Four of them were okay to handle. Fifteen was a little out of our league, so we high-tailed it out of there.

I led him down a road I knew was not going to lead us to the building that was my home. I didn’t want these assholes going anywhere near there. They chased us a couple of blocks and we lost them as we turned into an alley and climbed into a garbage bin. We waited for about half an hour to make sure they were gone before even thought about climbing out.

“Is this the nice quiet evening I promised your dad for you?” He snickered at my joke, but we had to be careful not to laugh too loud for fear of being discovered.

We remained in there for another half an hour or so till we felt it was safe enough to get out and make our way home. The gang was gone and we headed down the alley in the opposite direction than we went into it. The alley emptied into a street that I recognized and we went towards my building. Another half an hour of sneaking around had us facing my home.

We laughed out loud once we were safely upstairs and in my loft. I offered him some ice cream from my freezer and he took it. We ate directly out of the container with some spoons I had stolen, marveling at our ability to escape unscathed.

That night, he unrolled his sleeping bag to sleep in.

“You can sleep with me, if you want,” I offered him. The bed was large enough for two ten-year-olds to sleep on and very comfortably.

“Thanks. I hate sleeping on the floor.”

He climbed off the floor and onto my bed. I budged up a little to let him in under the covers. We both were lying on our backs, waiting for sleep to overtake us, while still amped up about our adventure.

“Tony?”

“Hm?”

“Do you really let guys do things to you?”

“Yeah,” I answered him.

“Why?”

“Mainly for the money, but there are times that it is fun; like on Monday.”

“Monday? You mean with me?”

“Yep.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Well, yeah, but on Monday, it’s only going to be the two of us, I think.”

“Oh.”

“Why do you ask?”

“I was wondering if maybe we could… maybe…”

“You want to do something now,” I said, rolling towards him. He nodded, looking down at himself in shame. “You don’t have to be ashamed of it, MJ.”

“This kid at school gets teased by the others because they think he’s gay. I don’t want that type of hassle.”

“Then don’t do it. You don’t have to, you know.”

“I want to, though.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I don’t wanna get teased for it; that’s all.”

“Look, no one from your school is here right now, are they?” He shook his head, snickering. “Alright then. Do you still want to do something?” He nodded his head at this. “Good. Then let’s take your shirt off.”

I helped him lift it over his head and he did the same for me. I ran my hand down his bare naked chest, feeling the smoothness of his skin. I leaned over and gave him a peck on the lips. He backed off from it, surprised at my boldness.

“You okay?” I asked him and he nodded.

“Just surprised me, that’s all,” he said, grinning and returned the kiss, with interest. He put his arm around my neck and drew me in closer to him. I opened my mouth as I had seen other people kiss on TV and let my tongue snake into his mouth. He didn’t mind as they wrestled around before going into mine. I broke from the kiss and wiped my mouth off of our mixed saliva. We smiled at each other before I came up with a brainstorm.

“Come with me,” I told him.

“Where’re we going?”

“Just come on. I got an idea.”

We climbed off the bed and skipped to the stairs in just our pajama bottoms. I led him downstairs, through Sly’s office and into the filming room. I flipped on the stage lights and background lights, as well as the power to the cameras. He was amazed at all the equipment. I scooted a lot of it aside and he saw what I was doing and joined in to help. We made sure that nothing was near the stage and I headed up to the camera mounted above the bed. I made sure the camera had film in it and hooked up the remote button that turns it on then headed back down to join MJ. The boon mikes were put into place and the sound system was started up.

I directed him to the camera that Sly usually sits by and told him how to turn it on. The other one was my responsibility to turn on. The other cameras were also checked for film and all three were ready to begin.

“Ready?” I asked him.

“Are we really going to make a film of us?”

“Why not?”

He shrugged his answer back at me. I smiled at him and he took a deep breath. I repeated my first question at him, and he nodded. Both of us started our cameras and I hit the remote on the overhead one. I grabbed his hand and led him to the lit stage.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jock’s bag sitting by the bed and made a mental note to get it later. We walked to the edge of the bed and I had him face me. He looked to the camera that was directly behind me, and I put my hand on the side of his face, directing his gaze back to me. I walked to him and kissed him as we did upstairs.

He kissed back, but a little standoffishly. I opened my eyes to see him looking at the camera again. I broke the kiss to look at him fully.

“Ignore the camera, or the film will be a waste,” I whispered to him. He nodded and turned his attentions back to me; where they should be.

I reached down and lowered his pajama bottoms to his ankles. I ran my hands back up his legs on the way up. He was nervous, that much was obvious, but he was also starting to calm down some. My hand traced over his goin area as I circled around him to his right side. Behind him, I continued to trace over the cotton underwear he was still wearing. Circling back to his front, I kissed him again and he was much more relaxed this time.

I grabbed and tweaked his nipples a little and he giggled as he pulled away. I had him step out of the bottoms around his ankles as I guided him back onto a bed. He sat down on the edge while I ran my finger up his growing erection again. The boy was definitely getting turned on by my manipulations. I was kind of hoping he would take my lead and do the same to me that I was doing to him. He didn’t disappoint me.

I felt his hands at my waist as I was still leaning over him with another kiss, and both my briefs and pajama bottoms slipped over my hips and butt on their way down my legs. I looked down at my own erection as it sprang free from the underwear. Looking back up to him, we both snickered at the sight. I moved my legs to let the garments fall to the ground on their own and stepped out of them.

“You’re next, Terry,” I told him and he looked at me strange. He was about to answer back, but I caught him in a quick kiss and slid back to his right ear. I covered my mouth with my hand as I whispered to him. “Never use your real name in these movies. Just think of a name for me and remember to always call me that till we’re finished with the shoot.” He nodded.

I eased him backwards onto the bed by way of another pressing kiss. Being on top gave me the advantage of doing what I wanted to him. I kissed down his face and to his neck. His chest was assaulted next and then to each nipple. A small bite on each had him hissing after each one, but he didn’t stop me. As I moved further south, he brought his hands up to rest on my head. I tickled his navel next with my tongue and he laughed at the sensation. It was good to hear him laugh at my efforts; it meant that they were having an effect on him. He was really beginning to loosen up and relax now.

I grabbed his underpants with my teeth and began to pull them downward. My hands grabbed them outside his hips and they followed with the rest of it. He raised his butt up a little to allow me to pull them down easier. His dick sprang free as mine did when the fabric passed by it. It sprang up to bounce against his belly. We both laughed at that. His briefs were taken down and off his legs with a note of finality to it. I dropped them to the floor and returned to MJ.

I kissed him all the way back up his legs to the point where they connect to his body. I saw his immature erection still sitting there on his belly, begging for something to happen to it. His balls got my attentions first. With careful ease I sucked each of them into my mouth, much to the enjoyment of their owner. Each nut was paid special attention, to make sure nothing was left out.

He was definitely enjoying my ministrations, but the best was next as I turned to his little stiffy. I licked it from stem to stern, paying particular attentions to the head. I circled my tongue around the tip before enveloping the sensitive piece of meat with my mouth. It was nowhere near the size of any of the other men, so I had zero problems getting it inside. He beat the covers of the bed when he felt the warmness of my mouth encircle his small tool.

“Oh, God, Travis, that feels good,” he said, remembering what I told him earlier. His hands had taken up residence in my hair again as the feelings began overwhelming him.

As my mouth worked on his dick, I eased my hand around his balls and played with them at the same time. I pushed on the inside of his thighs with my fingers to get him to widen his legs and he got the hint. His legs moved apart more, giving me better access to his asshole. I sought out the pink flower with the same hand that had been playing with his balls and found it after a short search. Teasingly, I played around his sphincter a few times, letting him enjoy the sensations.

He raised his knees as his legs were spread, telling me that he was liking what I was doing to his anus. I began to press harder and harder on his backdoor, making the muscle give way to my finger. After a few minute’s work, I burrowed my way inside him.

“Keep going, Travis,” he said, passionately. I pushed even harder to get more of my finger inside him and he gripped my hair in response.

Not knowing what was coming; his feelings began to get out of his control as he reached his climax after only a few seconds of my finger snaking inside him. His hips jumped off the bed and his body tensed in pure ecstatic release.

“UUUhhhh!” he gasped to the room as everything crashed over him. His cock jumped in my mouth as he finished as well. It was a total dry orgasm, as neither one of us were old enough to produce sperm yet, but it was no less pleasurable.

His hips returned to the mattress and he lowered his legs. I pulled my finger out of his butt as I made my way up to his chest to kiss each of his nipples. He giggled at each one, being very sensitive there at the time. I abandoned those for his lips that mirrored mine and gave him a quick peck. He smiled back at me with misty eyes.

“That was like, wow!” he stated with a big grin.

“Yeah, I know,” I answered back.

“You want me to do you?” he asked.

“Actually, I’d rather you turn over,” I said with a sly smile.

“You want to do ‘that’ to me?” he asked, getting a little worried. I nodded.

“Don’t worry, though. Believe me, I’m not big enough to hurt you back there, at least not seriously,” I told him, and then got an idea. “In fact, wait right here. I’ll be right back. Amuse yourself while I’m gone.” He nodded, but a look of concern was still on his face.

I slipped off the bed and went to the bathroom down there for the lubrication Susan always uses on me. I found it and returned to the bed within a minute or so. I found him playing with his nipples when I got back.

“Turn over,” I told him, and he cautiously obeyed.

I had him open his legs as I found the flower I was playing with just a scant few minutes earlier. I put some lube on my finger and spread it along the slit his butt made, slicking up his whole crack. I applied a little more onto the hole in the middle and pushed my middle finger inside. It felt like warm butter being parted. He flinched his buttcheeks, but otherwise made no move to stop me. I pumped his ass a few times with my finger, allowing him to get used to the sensation before actually mounting him.

Within a few minutes of sliding my finger in and out of him, he began to gyrate his hips in time with my finger. That was when I figured he was ready for coupling. While I was still using my finger on him, I moved behind him on the bed and lined my cock up to the same hole I was currently abusing. In one swift moved, I pulled my finger out and shoved my dick inside.

“Oh, Goddamn,” we both shouted at the same exact time, though for different reasons. All I knew was that this felt so damn good to me. He had reared his head up at the sudden onslaught of my dick’s size. He wasn’t ready for it yet. Too bad.

I moved up and placed my body on top of his and pushed him back down onto the bed again. With my hands, I pushed his head back down to the covers as well. But I remained fixed in his butt, though, and not moving. His rectal muscles were trying to dispel me, but I remained firmly planted inside him.

“You’re okay, Terry, just relax,” I softly whispered into his ear. He nodded as he sunk back down to the bedding.

Once he was all the way back down, I wrapped my arms under his at the shoulder and put my hands on his. He gripped my hands as they touched. When I felt that I had him secured enough, I began to pump my hips slowly. He hissed as my cock slowly slid out of him, but didn’t do anything to stop me again.

My feelings, on the other hand, were pure blissful. The sensations his ass was giving my cock were fantastic. Not to put down Susan, but these were better than her blow jobs. I now knew why Jock, Larry, and Mitch wanted this; it felt great.

We began moving in unison after a few times of my pumping his asshole and he actually started moaning with the movements. With his ass being as tight as it was, my ability to hold out was not so good. I came just after we got really going. I collapsed onto his back after feeling the best orgasm so far.

“Whew,” we both commented and then snickered together. I released his hands and pushed myself up and off him. My dick was pulled out of his ass as it began to shrink back to normal. I sat back down on my haunches behind him and between his legs. I looked down and saw his balls lying there and a thought went through my mind. I reached under him, looking for his cock to see if it was hard again, and it was. I eased back on top of his back again and to his head.

“You wanna do me like that?” I whispered to him. His head popped up and I saw a smile creep across his lips. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.” He snickered again and nodded. I sighed and rolled off him to the left. I thought about rolling onto my stomach also, but decided on doing something different.

So far, every time someone had fucked me, I was facing away from them. I wanted to face towards them this time. MJ rolled over and turned towards me. A kiss was what he started with and began to move down my body as I did his. My nipples were sucked and bitten slightly as he moved down farther. I gripped the covers as he did earlier, in anticipation for what he wanted to do to me next.

Imitating me and my earlier actions, having no other frame of reference, MJ went down on my cock to get it hard again and began playing with my immature nuts. He then slipped his finger down to my back door and I widened my legs to allow him the entry. Being a bit impulsive, he didn’t play with my anus long before pulling his finger out and started to take aim with his cock.

“Roll over, Travis,” he told me. I shook my head, no.

“Let’s try this way, this time, okay?” I asked him. He shrugged.

“It’s your ass,” he stated and we had a good laugh over that. After the laugh, he looked a little concerned. “I can’t get to it, Travis.”

I had a thought. I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around my shins. He smiled when he looked down.

“Good enough?” I asked him.

“Good enough,” he answered back.

He edged up to place his dick to my rear entrance and as he leaned forward, his cock easily slipped into my rectum. I let go of my legs and spread them up and outward to encircle his torso as he continued to lean towards me. My legs wrapped around his thin waistline and locked behind him at the ankles. He thrust harder into me as he continued downward. I winced as it stung a little, but didn’t utter a sound against him. He saw the wince, though.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, go on, Terry,” I came back with.

He nodded back at me and leaned down to kiss me again. I rose up a bit to reach him and we lip-locked, passionately. Our tongues wrestled for a while again before he broke the connection. He reached back and grabbed my hips, and even though they were wrapped around his body, he used them for leverage while he plowed into me. The bed began to rock in time with his humps. And I reached down to stroke my dick with him fucking me. I climaxed first, but only by a hair. I think that it helped him get over as my sphincter muscles clenched tighter around his cock.

He collapsed downward onto my chest in a mass of heavy breathing flesh. I released his body from my legs and I tried to wiggle a little to one side or the other.

“Something wrong?” he asked to my belly.

“Yeah, you’re squeezing my nuts,” I mildly complained.

He pushed off me so I could get better situated under him before he dropped back down again. We took a breather and he moved up beside me. He turned to me and ran his hands over my chest while I just laid there.

“That was actually fun, Travis,” he said.

“Yeah, I know. It was fun for me, too. You wanna try something else?”

“Sure, I’m game,” he said, with a shrug.

“Okay, lie back down again,” I told him as I sat up.

He did as I told him and I leaned over for another kiss. I moved back down his body to his dick again, but I also maneuvered my legs to be up to his head area. He got the picture soon after and as I rolled on top of him to suck his cock into my mouth; he did the same for me. I reached under him and pulled his legs apart to get to his butthole again. He followed my lead and as my finger was inserted back inside him, he did it to me.

We pumped our fingers into and out of the other’s asshole while sucking on the other’s cock in the perfect 69 for some time before we came again. We ever rolled over to put him on top for a while during the fun. And it was fun, actually.

He rolled off me when we were finished again and we had another breather. I got up and turned the top camera off and both of us turned the other two cameras off. It was getting late and both of us were getting tired. We dozed off to sleep for a very quiet night’s rest in each other’s arms.

I woke up “spooned” around him. I let him sleep as I got to the shower. As I was soaping off, the door opened and he walked into the shower.

“Want some company?” he asked.

“Sure, MJ, come on in.” I moved aside and he joined me in the shower.

He lathered up the washcloth and began cleaning off his body. I still wanted a little more action from the previous night. As he was turned away from me, into the showerhead, I walked up behind him and gently grabbed his cock. He bucked his hips slightly at the unexpected touch, but did nothing else. I began stroking him again.

“Mmmm, that feels good,” he said, closing his eyes.

“Open your legs,” I whispered into his ear, and he nodded. His legs slid open and I aimed my cock for his backdoor one more time. I bent him over at the waist just a little to get the proper angle, but once I was inside him, he lifted back up. As I pumped his ass, my hand continued molesting his dick. He cooed as my slick hand moved along the length of his cock and my own dick slid into his asshole. Within a mere few minutes, we were both cumming and releasing our pent up sexual tensions.

“Wow,” he sighed and I went along with that sentiment. He turned around and planted a kiss on my lips before we continued our shower. I returned the kiss and we completed the shower without fooling around again, but it wasn’t easy. Both of us kept getting boners the rest of the time.

We got out and dried each other off with towels Susan usually uses on me. We headed upstairs for some breakfast in my loft. After eating, I suggested that we head to the beach and he agreed with that. Dave was there as we walked up.

“Morning, Tony. Who’s your friend?” he asked me.

“Dave, this is Jack. Jack, this is David, he does some paintings of me on the weekends here.”

“Nice to meet you, Jack. Wanna make a little money?”

MJ nodded. He had us strip and face each other, sitting “Indian-style” on the sand. We were painted to look like we were playing cards together. The three of us talked while the drawing stage was being done. When a questionable query came up, I would barely shake my head to MJ, to tell him not to say anything specific.

We finished up just after noon and Dave headed out to his studio. I took MJ to the gyros stand where I introduced him to Paul. We had two gyros and sodas while the three of us talked about nothing. MJ was getting the idea not to say anything personal about his life. We relaxed for a few minutes before deciding whether to get into the water or not. It was beginning to turn off a little cool now, and the water was reflecting the change in the seasons as well.

I went to the water to test it. It was freezing, so both of us decided against a swim. Both of us just laid out on the sand, without our bathing suits on. We talked about nothing important for a while until MJ asked me a question.

“Tony, why did I slip inside you a little easier than you did into me last night?”

“Because I’ve already been fucked by some men, remember?”

“You mean they really fucked you like we did last night??!”

“Say that a little louder, please. I think there are two people in San Francisco that didn’t hear you.”

“Oh, sorry,” he said, lowering he voice significantly.

“That’s better. Now, yes, they did. One of them was your dad, you know.”

“WHAT?!” he shouted, and then covered his mouth, remembering to keep his voice down.

I nodded.

“It hurt?”

“What do you think?” I asked him and he nodded. “Your dad didn’t hurt me as bad as Jock did, but it was a little painful.” He got a worried look on his face, thinking about having it done to him, I imagine. “Look, Monday’s filming will just be the two of us like last night, I think. If anyone’s going to get it from any of the men, it’ll probably be me. So, don’t worry, MJ.”

The rest of the day was boring. That night, we just had dinner and headed to bed. The next day was more of the same. Dave painted us for a while and let us see the finished product and paid us the rest of the money. We headed home as the sun was going down. That night was the same as the previous one, except that we got pizza for dinner.

We woke the next morning to a pounding on the door. I answered it and Sly was glaring at me like I had just shot his dog, or something.

“Did you fuck around with the cameras downstairs, Tony?” he almost shouted at me. For a second, I almost didn’t have a clue what he was talking about, until I remembered Friday night.

“Yes, I did, Sly,” I told him, emphatically.

“Why?”

“Have you seen what’s on the tapes?”

That gave him a mild surprise, and he shook his head.

“Well, before you go screaming at me about something, you might want to take a look at the crime first, before passing judgment.”

“It’d better be damn good to waste three rolls of film, kid.” He turned and left the room.

“He’s pissed,” MJ chimed in as he was climbing out of bed. He began getting dressed and I told him not to bother.

“We’re gonna have to get undressed downstairs in a few minutes, anyway. I just walk down there nude to save the time, now.”

“Well, that makes sense,” he shrugged.

“You think you could eat anything?” I asked him, courteously.

“Probably throw it up if I did,” he truthfully answered.

“Yeah, I felt the same way for my first few times,” I conceded.

I did make some toast that he nibbled on before we made our way downstairs to the filming room. They all were gathered around one of the three cameras, watching what we had done on Friday night. We smiled at each other as we walked in the room, but didn’t make a sound. We walked into the bathroom, quietly, as not to disturb their “viewing” of the material.

I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. MJ joined me and we washed each other, inside and out. When the time did come for both his enema and mine, I had to instruct him on how to do it properly. He wasn’t too keen on getting the nozzle up his butt, but I convinced him to do so.

“Look, you took me up there on Friday night, what’s the difference?”

“That thing’s a little bigger, Tony,” he almost whined as he said it.

“It’s not that big, MJ; you big baby,” I teased.

“Fuck you,” he said.

“You already did that. Now, bend over.”

He didn’t really want to, but he did it anyway. He grimaced as the water began to fill his belly and it began to expand. Just when I thought he had had enough, I turned the toggle to the shower. I had him remain still as I got the buttplug and inserted it as the nozzle was taken out. He wasn’t too keen on the plug, either, but I didn’t give him a choice.

He repeated the procedure to me, and we looked like a couple of slightly pregnant boys as we exited the shower and dried off.

“When do we get rid of this water?”

“Right now,” I told him as we finished drying each other off. I had him sit on the toilet and I pulled the plug out of his asshole. The water gushed out in a torrent. He sighed as the tension eased on his belly and the skin returned to normal. I waited patiently while all the water was being pushed out of him. I then took my turn on the porcelain seat to do the same. As I was dispelling the fluid and the junk that had built up inside over the past week, Susan walked in. MJ covered himself with his hands. I rolled my eyes at him.

“Yes?” I asked her. She didn’t say a word till she got in front of me and knelt down. She took my chin in her hand.

“You two were hot, Tony,” she said with a smile. “Sly’s getting more excited the more he watches the film. But we need to make you black again.”

“No problem, Suz,” I told her with a shrug. It was my little pet name for her.

“Make you black?” MJ asked.

“My hair,” I explained.

“Oh,” he nodded.

I finished up on the porcelain god and got back in the shower. My hair was still in the middle of being dyed when Sly walked in the room. He had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face as he slithered over to me. He took both my cheeks in his hand and kissed me square on the mouth.

“That was absolutely fabulous,” he practically shouted at me.

“I think you owe me an apology for storming into my room earlier,” I suggested. Susan got a worried look on her face. It was the first time I had ever seen her look worried about anything. I thought maybe I had crossed the line with that one, but I was wrong; Sly laughed.

“You’re right. I apologize for my outburst.”

“Accepted,” I simply replied.

“You were great as well, MJ,” he said turning to him. He was still trying to cover his groin.

Susan finished up with me and I nodded towards the door for her to give me some time with MJ. She nodded and left.

“What are you doing?” I asked him as he was covering his groin still.

“What do you mean?”

I pointed to his midsection. He shrugged back at me.

“You don’t have to do this, MJ. I do. You can leave and it wouldn’t hurt anything, but if you want to make some serious money, then stay. But you’re gonna have to do one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Relax and trust me. After what we went through on Friday night after dinner and when we got home, I should have earned your trust by now that I won’t do anything to hurt you. So, you’re gonna have to relax with this, starting right now.”

I had him take a deep breath. With that taken care of, he seemed a little more relaxed and able to go in there to make a film. I walked him into the filming room and we headed directly to the stage area. Sly was waiting for me on the bed.

“What’ve you got in mind?” he asked me.

“I was thinking about tying him up for a while with some of Jock’s things and possibly having his dad and Jock come into the picture. Jock can have me while Mitch takes MJ. What do you think?”

“That’s sick. It’ll sell, but it’s sick.” His smile betrayed his disgust.

“Tie me up?”

I turned around to him and pulled him away from the others to whisper to him.

“Look, MJ, this film and the one from Friday night will get you probably a thousand dollars. You knew this was going to happen. Your dad’s gonna get you sooner or later. I can see it in his eyes; he wants you. Jock’s too big for you to handle on your first time; believe me on that.”

“Really a thousand dollars?” he asked, skipping everything else I had just told him.

I nodded. I turned and walked over to Sly.

“A grand for the both of us, and I promise you won’t be disappointed,” I told him, really pushing the limits of my still budding relationship with Sly.

“Okay, deal. Do you have anything special in mind?”

“I was thinking about picking up where the film from Friday night left off. Have the two of us wake up and get caught playing together in bed by Mitch. Have him get upset about it and tie us up to the bed in a forced 69 with both of us begging him not to. Then have him call Jock over to discipline the two of us, of course with Mitch joining in. We could pose as twins, you know.”

“Brilliant. I like it. Do it.” He exited the stage to sit in his chair. I approached MJ.

“You wanna do this, or not? Last chance, MJ. You can leave here with a thousand dollars in your pocket or not.” It was a gamble, of course, but I knew I would be right in figuring him to stay for this. That thought was vindicated with his simple nod.

“Good. Now, just lie on the bed in the same place we were before on Friday night and I’ll take over from there. Okay?”

He nodded again and we climbed into bed. I was hoping he was up for this and he could act along with me, but I wasn’t sure. He curled up away from me and I slipped in behind him. Marker man did his thing and left the stage. “Action!” Sly cried, focusing the cameras on the two of us. I laid still for a minute or so before stirring as if just waking up. I got a wicked smile on my face and slipped out of bed.

I made my way over to Jock’s bag at the foot of the bed and pulled out a few ropes that were in there. I went back to the bed and tied the ropes to the four metal posters of the bed’s frame. I gently pulled the rope nearest MJ’s hands to his left hand and tightened it without “waking” him. He moaned as if asleep and I stopped until he stopped. I pulled his right hand over and tied it to the other rope at the head of the bed. He only began to stir as if waking up right after both wrists were secured to the bed.

“Wha…,” he began like he was waking up from a deep sleep.

“Shhh,” I said with my finger to my lips. “You’ll wake Mom and Dad, Terry.”

“But, Travis, I don’t wanna do this,” he whined a little. I didn’t bother with saying anything. I just got a sock and stuffed it in his mouth.

He kicked at me when I grabbed a foot, but not seriously as if trying to hurt me. He was going along with the scene. I tied that foot to a rope at the foot of the bed and did the same to the other one.

I traced my fingers up the inside of his legs to end at his groin. I tickled his balls for a minute or so, and then ran my finger around his stiffening cock. I licked each of his nipples and mildly bit them in turn as well before looking him in the eye.

“I’m going to remove the gag, and if you wake Mom or Dad up, I’ll tell them that this was your idea. Got it?” He got wide-eyed, but nodded as well. “Good.”

I pulled the sock out and replaced it with a lip-lock. We kissed for a few minutes until I began my trek back down his body. As I went, I maneuvered my legs up to rest on both sides of his head, getting us back into a 69 again. I had just begun to vacuum his cock into my mouth and put mine into MJ’s, when the door opened and Mitch walked in the room.

“So, this is what you’re doing in here,” he said with an air of superiority.

“DAD!” MJ and I almost shouted at him in shock.

“Stay right where you are, Travis,” he said, moving to the bag as well. He pulled out several more ropes.

He grabbed my wrist and tied it to both MJ’s ankle and the bedpost, and then did the same to the other one. Another pair of ropes was used to tie my elbows to each of his knees.

“You might as well continue sucking on him, Travis,” he said, pointing out my negligence. “You two are going to be here for quite a while.”

“Please Dad, don’t make us,” I pleaded.

“It’s too late, son,” he countered.

He took four more sets of rope and did the same to MJ’s wrists and elbows to my ankles and knees, respectively. A swat landed on my ass when he was finished, and I involuntarily shoved my cock deeper into MJ’s mouth. A simple black collar was placed around my neck next before Mitch addressed us again.

“I’ve got a phone call to make, so you boys just stay where you are,” he said with a certain degree of satisfaction.

“No, not Jock,” I whined at him. He just smiled and left the stage.

“CUT!” Sly called out. “Good going you two,” he said, still grinning.

“Thanks, Sly,” I said, spitting MJ’s cock out of my mouth momentarily.

Susan brought us a bottle with a straw in it for the two of us to drink from until we were ready for both Mitch and Jock to come in. MJ replaced my cock in his mouth and I sighed as the warmth surrounded my boystick. I took his back inside mine and mildly sucked on him, just enough to keep him interested, but not enough to make him cum.

“Okay, boys, we got the next…,” Sly began and saw what I was doing to MJ. “You wanna take that thing out of your mouth and listen to me for a second?” I pulled my head up and turned towards him.

“But Daddy, I wanna suck his thingy,” I pouted at him, obviously joking with him. Sly put his hand on his face and shook his head as others in the back ground were snickering.

“Why me?” he asked himself. Then turning his attention back to me, he picked back up where he left off. “We got the next scene to do, and I was thinking about Jock taking your asshole, while Mitch takes your mouth, Tony. What do you think?”

“While I’m under here?” MJ asked from between my legs.

“No, he’s going to let you do nothing for the full grand,” I told him sarcastically. “What do you think?”

“Okay, it was a dumb question,” he conceded. I was about to comment, when Sly held up his hand.

“You’ve made your point, Tony. Let it go.” He told me and I nodded. “You two ready?”

We both nodded in our own way and he left us tied to the bed to resume his seat next to the camera. The marker was clapped closed and Sly shouted, “ACTION!” to begin the scene. The door was opened and closed and I looked in the direction of the sound. Jock and Mitch were walking to the stage.

“Oh God,” I said to no one in particular. I felt MJ raise his head up between my legs again and see what I was looking at.

Jock was in his normal leathers, and his cock looked like it needed no help to get started. It was straining to get out of the flap on his leather pants. He had a leather strap about three inches wide and very thick with a wooden handle in his right hand. Mitch was dressed in nothing but pajama bottoms.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Jock asked, rhetorically.

“See what I mean, Jock? They put themselves that way.” Mitch explained to Jock for the camera’s sake.

“Did they, now?” Jock seemed amused by this revelation. Without any other explanation, he walked to the edge of the bed and brought the strap down on my vulnerable ass with direct precision. The strap lanced me across the middle of my butt.

“AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!” I bellowed to the room as I reared my head up from MJ’s crotch. That son of a bitch hurt! He wasn’t playing now. Neither was I. I struggled to get out of the bonds Mitch had put me in, and finding it fruitless.

Another swat to my naked butt just above the first one had me screaming into the room again. Jock was really meaning these things; they hurt. Another one nailed me below the first one, sending more shards of pain through my young body. I squirmed and wiggled, trying to evade the painful strap, but nothing was going to make the ropes loosen. Two more times Jock had me screaming before the strap was laid on the floor.

His hands grabbed each of my buttocks and squeezed them painfully together. With his rough hands still on them he kneaded the muscles for several minutes before stopping and mounting the bed behind me. I knew what was coming next, and there was no stopping it.

Sure enough, I felt the tip of his huge cock touch the skin of both buttcheeks right where they meet. I was about to get speared again. He slipped it along the crack once and then pushed to find the opening. He didn’t find it on his first attempt because I was holding my cheeks closed.

“Open them, Travis, or you get another five with the strap,” he threatened. Since I was in no position to argue that, I relaxed my buttcheeks to have his prize.

MJ got a real close up view of a monster cock sliding into a preteen’s ass, and I mean that literally. His eyes were right in view of Jock’s python penetrating me again. I screamed as the head forced its way inside once more. He didn’t bother to wait for me to get used to his girth, he just kept feeding it to my bowels. I grimaced as I felt it slice into me for the second time in as many weeks.

He buried himself fully inside me, bottoming out inside my ass before Mitch climbed in front of me to shove his cock down my throat. He pulled my head up by my blackened hair, opening my mouth at the same time. His cock made itself at home down my throat without a problem. The two men then started to pump both of my ends without worrying about me or what I was feeling.

To tell the truth, I was hurting. My asscheeks were on fire from the strap, as well as Jock continuing to knead my buttcheeks. My rear hole was also burning from the severe fucking it was now getting from him. Mitch maintained a tight grip on my hair while he fucked my mouth, making sure I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Oh God, Mike, your kid feels good, man,” Jock exclaimed to Mitch.

“Yeah, I know, Jock. His mouth feels damn tight around my cock also. I just wish I had done this years ago. Of course we also have his twin brother to fuck later on, too.”

“Yeah, that’s true. He’s right now feeling my balls as I slam into his brother,” he said, and not to put too fine a point on it he rammed into me again, slamming his meat up my ass and his balls against MJ’s forehead. MJ may have felt uncomfortable about this arrangement, but he didn’t exactly have my sympathies as I was taking the brunt of both men’s lusts.

Jock pistoned his cock in and out of my ass for several long agonizing minutes before he made his final, hard thrust and climaxed. He pulled his cock out of my ass and sent his spunk flying all over my back and whipped butt. I think some did get onto MJ’s face, but I didn’t care at the time.

Mitch did the same thing and shot his load all over my face, dribbling some of it on MJ’s cock and balls. Both men sat back on their haunches for a few minutes before untying our limbs from the bed, but not from each other. They timed it perfectly to roll us over simultaneously and tied us back up to the bed, but with me on the bottom and MJ in prime position to be next.

“You’re next, little one,” Jock maliciously whispered to MJ before the two men left us alone in the room. Sly didn’t stop filming yet, though.

“You okay?” MJ asked from above me.

“N…no,” I said, sniffling.

I squirmed around a little as my ass was still on fire from the stripes left behind by the strap. I knew that a little blood was flowing from between my legs, but there was nothing I could do about it and Susan wasn’t going to clean me up until after we totally finished shooting the film. I was a mess; that was for sure.

I was lying there, thinking about when Sly was going to cut the taping when all of a sudden warmth engulfed my cock. I opened my eyes to the renewed sensation of a warm mouth around it again. MJ slid his mouth up and down the length of my cock as it began to lengthen from the sensations he was giving it. Despite having just gone through a round of rough, painful sex, I began to feel very good, thanks to MJ.

Because of the earlier pain, it took a while before I climaxed, but it had no reflection on how good MJ had become at sucking my cock. When he was finished sucking me to the end, I began to return the favor. Worried about what was going to happen to him later, he didn’t get stiff for a few times of sucking. Finally, lust overcame concern and his cock began to expand in my mouth. I manipulated my tongue around its head while my lips ran the length of its stalk. Before long, I had him cumming as well.

“I hope you enjoyed that, son, because you’re not going to enjoy this,” Mitch exclaimed from just off camera.

“Oh, please, Dad, don’t hurt me. Please?” he begged his father not to do anything to him. It was a useless gesture, of course. Mitch was not going to be any benevolent to his son as he was to me, except that he may not have to take Jock up the ass on his first time.

Jock walked on to the stage and picked up the strap again. MJ begged again, but it fell on deaf ears again. The strap whistled through the air and landed as hard on MJ as it did on me. I felt the air on my forehead as it escaped from the contact on his ass. He screamed as loud as he could into the room. Again, Jock raised the strap above his head and brought it whistling down onto MJ’s backside, eliciting another scream from the boy. As with me, he used the strap on him a total of five times, reddening his ass very effectively. Each and every hit was as painful to him as they were to me.

Mitch took his place behind his son and Jock in front of him. Jock commanded him to open his mouth, and by the shaking of the bed, he was answering in the negative. Jock grabbed his hair and yanked his head up, but still MJ’s mouth remained closed. I thought the boy learned quicker than that. It was either he was being stubborn or playing to the camera, I didn’t know which, but either way, Sly was getting a good show.

“Open or I get the strap again, boy,” Jock threatened. By the sound of his cock gagging the boy, he had opened his mouth, dutifully.

“I suggest you pull out of his mouth for a second while I spear the boy, Jock,” Mitch mentioned from above me.

“Good idea. I don’t trust the kid being able to control himself.” And Jock backed out of MJ’s mouth while I saw Mitch line his cock up to his son’s anus.

“Please Dad, don’t do it,” he begged from the other end.

“Sorry, son, but this is for your own good,” he said as he began pushing into MJ’s clenched asscrack. He had to slap his ass to get the boy to relax his gluttial muscles, but not wanting any further pain, MJ complied with his father’s wishes.

I could tell Mitch was trying to be slightly gentle with his son, as it was his first time, but there just was now way of being gentle when it comes to fitting an adult cock into a preteen’s body. Finally giving up on the gentle approach, Mitch lunged forward, spearing his son’s tight ass.

“AAAAGGGGHHHH! Take it out, take it out, take it out, Dad, please!!!!!” MJ was screaming due to his additional pain. He didn’t stop the begging until Jock replaced his cock inside the boy’s mouth. He made sort of a gagged sound as the large fuckstick was fit back inside.

Nothing was going to be subtle about MJ’s first time with a man. Not only did he have to contend with his father’s fairly thick cock reaming his ass, but by the sound of things, Jock didn’t give him ample time to get used to his mammoth’s girth either. He was lucky, though, not to get Jock up his ass the first time. That would have probably been unbearable for the boy.

Even through Mitch’s balls banging on my forehead and nose, I saw his cock pumping his son’s ass for all he was worth. I couldn’t tell too much of what was happening at the other end with Jock and MJ’s mouth, but I was sure it was not pleasant for the preteen. I took it upon myself to help my friend out a little. I reached up and licked his cock and balls for him.

Definitely due to the pain and humiliation he was going through, his cock didn’t respond immediately. It took several licks before any change started. I was patient, though. Having gone through the same thing earlier, I knew of the pain the poor kid was suffering. I continued my ministrations on his cock until I felt it begin to jump in my mouth as he climaxed. The rest of his body was tensed up, so I couldn’t tell from another reaction but that his cock answered the call.

With his orgasm, Mitch came in his asshole and pulled out, spraying his back and butt with his sperm and some of it did drip onto my face as well. Jock came a few minutes later, spewing all over the boy’s face and hair.

“Not bad, kid, not bad. Not the best, but not bad. I guess I’ll have to pay a few more visits to you and your brother to get you better trained.” Jock ruffled his hair and climbed off the bed.

“I’m sure you’ll have plenty of opportunities, Jock,” Mitch said from above me as he climbed off from his end as well.

“CUT!!!” Sly was ecstatic. He kept jumping around off camera in his excitement. Finally, he settled down enough to talk to Jock and Mitch.

“Um, excuse me,” I asked from in between MJ’s legs.

“Yes?” Sly questioned.

“What about untying us?”

“Oh, very well. If you insist.” He joked. Susan made her way to the stage and began to untie our limbs from the bedposts.

Once we were free, MJ didn’t move. I saw some blood flowing down from his torn asshole, and that was when I became sympathetic to him, remembering the first time I bled out. Susan left us alone and followed everyone else out of the room. The only one left was Mitch. I shooed him away as I slipped out from under MJ’s body.

He rolled over onto his back as I freed myself from his weight and moved up to sit beside him. Even I was sore from the morning’s events. He was sobbing with his fists over his eyes. I let him cry it out for a few minutes before doing anything.

I put my hand on his face and stroked his chin a little. It seemed to help as he began to calm down. Finally, when the crying stopped, he let his hands down and looked at me. His whole face was red due to his crying over the past half hour. I smiled at him, reassuringly, as he looked up at me. He tried to smile back, but it was a pathetic attempt, not that I blame him.

“You’ll be okay once we take a shower, MJ,” I told him.

“Why?” he asked.

“Why what?”

“Why didn’t he pull out when I screamed at him? It hurt, Tony.”

“Yeah, I know it hurt, MJ, but he couldn’t pull his dick out. We were making a movie, remember? If he had pulled out, it wouldn’t have been good for the movie.”

“Damn the movie,” he said, striking the bed with his fists.

“Look, man, we getting paid for this. If you don’t want to do this again, then tell your dad.” I was getting a little cross with him, but he needed to know what we were doing here, or to get out of it. “The pain will go away, MJ, trust me on that. As far as you and your father go, well, that’s something you two are going to have to talk about. Let’s get a shower taken. You’ll feel a lot better.”

He nodded and I helped him up from the bed. He put his arms across my shoulders and we ambled to the bathroom for our shower. As the water ran off us, it became a little pink as it mixed with both our blood and ran down the drain. We sat in the tub for a while just to let the warm water baptize us anew. We got out after about half an hour and dried off.

I helped MJ pack some toilet tissue between his buttcheeks and I did mine as well. Jock’s dick did leave a lasting impression, after all. We headed out of the bathroom and as we were going through the filming room, Mitch was there waiting for his son.

“I got your money, son,” he said, holding the envelope. He looked to me.

“I’ll go get your clothes and things if you want to stay and talk,” I offered and he nodded.

Trying to keep the tissue between my legs and climb the stairs wasn’t easy, but I finally made it upstairs to my loft. I put some underpants on to take the place of my hand over the tissue and grabbed MJ’s things and headed back downstairs. As I entered the filming room, the two were embracing.

“Aw, that’s sweet,” I teased.

“Fuck off,” MJ shot back.

“No thanks. Once a day is my limit.”

We all laughed and I handed him his bag. He smiled and hugged me unexpectedly.

“Thanks for the weekend, Tony,” he said as he broke apart from me.

I leaned forward and planted a kiss on him. I felt him smile as we kissed then he kissed back. We parted and he left for his home and normal life. Well, not normal after what had just happened. I’m sure Mitch will make his life a lot less normal from now on.

I watched the pair leave, and I felt truly alone for the first time since leaving home. I tried to remain upbeat, but I couldn’t. I took my envelope and movie from Sly’s desk. He had added five hundred dollars for the Friday night portion and the idea for the day’s movie. As I made my way back upstairs, it was hard not to think about my family and what they were doing.

The holidays were coming up soon and Thanksgiving was always a time for the four of us to get together and talk a little. Not this year. I reflected on the choice I had made, and still didn’t regret it, but couldn’t get over the nagging feeling I was left out of a few things with them.

The rest of the day was as normal as possible. I got some things done in the loft and finished up more of the kitchen. I ordered a stove and overhead vent to be delivered the next day by “Stan and Ollie”. I then thought about what I was going to do about Stan if it was them that delivered the appliances.

I headed downstairs and to the filming room. I moved things around like I wanted them. Sly had left behind some unused film in some cases and I loaded it into the cameras. I removed the camera over the bed, as I would not need it there and put it to the side. I had the center of the room covered by all three cameras. Black material covered everything. I had the lights shining down into the middle of the room in such a way as not to cast a reflection on the lenses of the cameras.

It took several hours of work, but I had it ready for Stan, if all went according to plan. I crashed back in my own bed at about midnight. The next day was a repeat of the previous Tuesday’s events. A knock at the door, Laurel and Hardy brought the stove and vent upstairs, I gave them their tip in the same manner, and they left. The only difference was Stan didn’t join in on what Tom was doing to me.

Tom called him names and teased him, but Stan didn’t say or do anything against it. When Tom was finished with me, I raised an eyebrow to Stan, notifying him to return that night. He had a slight smile as they went back to their truck. I worked on the loft for the rest of the day. The kitchen was almost done. Just a few more items and it would be totally finished. I needed a sink, dishwasher, and ceiling fan, and it would be finished. I figured another two weeks’ worth of work.

At about six o’clock, I headed downstairs and into the filming room. In the bathroom, I gave myself a quick enema and shower. I dried off and put on the robe that hung on the inside of the door. Before I left the room to go back into the filming room, I thought about what I was going to do to Stan and decided to slick up my sphincter muscles, just in case. Jock had kept all of his clothes there in the locker and I went to it to find something I could wear. I knew I would never fill out the leather pants he wore or the leather boots, so I didn’t try. There were other things that could be worn, though.

I put the studded leather straps around my wrists and cinched them tight. I found the studded leather collar Jock wore and discovered that there was a setting for my slender neck. I didn’t put it on just yet. I just put that into the pocket of the robe I was wearing. A pair of leather shorts was folded in the bottom of his locker and I put it on under the robe.

Just as I was about to slip on a pair of gloves, a knuckle was rapping on the outside door. I decided that the rest of the outfit could wait a while. Stan was waiting as I slid the panel open and I let him inside.

“It’s getting a little chilly out there,” he said, rubbing his arms together. He then saw the robe I was clad in and suddenly got serious. All I did was motion for him to follow me downstairs. He dutifully followed at a safe distance until we got to Sly’s office. We sat in the same chairs as the previous week. I gazed at him over templed fingertips.

“What do you want, Stan?” I asked again like I did before, but this time, it was with a different tone.

“What do you mean?” he asked, a little unsure of himself.

“Well, if you just wanted to fuck me, you could have done it this afternoon and saved yourself a great deal of harassment from Tom. You didn’t; that tells me you want something else. What is it?” I was taking the dominate personality with him, sensing that it was what was needed here.

“Well,” he started saying as he shrugged his shoulders. “I was wondering if you could do things to me.”

I knew that was hard to say, but I wasn’t letting him off the hook. Sly was right about him. He was very submissive with his personality.

“Like what?” I forcefully asked him.

“Like, well,” it was going to take all night if I waited for him to spit it out, so I took the aggressive approach again.

“You want me to tie you up,” I prompted. His eyes got as big as mine did when I first had to bear Jock’s monster up my ass. I kept staring at him until he nodded his head, almost in shame. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Stan.”

“I know. I just didn’t think that anyone could figure it out so easily. Especially a kid; no offense.”

“None taken, but I didn’t figure it out all on my own. I had help, but we won’t discuss that right now. Right now, I want you to be as honest and upfront as you can. Tell me what you want and what you don’t want done to you. I also want to know why.”

“Okay, well, first, could you tie me up?”

“Look, Stan, not to be a jerk or anything, but if you take this long, we’re gonna be here all night and not get to do what you came here for. I tell you what; strip your clothes off and I’ll take it from there.”

He looked shocked again at my forcefulness, but stood up just the same. As I was leaving the room, he was pulling his shirt over his head. I grabbed a few items from Jock’s locker and returned to Sly’s office. When I walked inside, I was the one with the shock now. He was totally shaved from head to toe, excluding the hair on top. It looks like Sly was right on the money.

He was shivering a little from either a little fear or the cooler weather, I wasn’t sure nor did I care. I walked right up to him and after having him sit back down in the seat, put a thick leather blindfold over his eyes. I had him put his wrists out in front of him and then put leather wrist restraints around them. I clipped them together and then put the same type of restraints on his ankles.

I put a simple black leather collar around his neck. After that, I grabbed his shaved balls and pulled downward. He groaned, but his dick responded by growing a little more. I smiled as I weaved the ball spreader around his balls. I went around behind him and attached a chain to the collar around his neck.

“Stand,” I ordered him and he complied. The chain was pulled down his back and attached to his ballspreader. It wasn’t tight, but that would come later.

“Okay, boy,” I said, getting into a domineering mode, “here are your orders. One; you do not speak unless spoken to. Two; once we go into the other room, you will not say, do, or even think about doing anything without being told to do so. Three; there are no ‘safe words’ to use. We go in there; you are only free when I think you’ve had enough. Are there any questions before we begin?”

“No,” he softly said, with his head bowed.

“No?” I asked, squeezing his balls in their spreader. He hissed at the sudden pain.

“No…Sir,” he said, realizing his mistake.

“Better,” I answered back and released my grip on his balls. “Follow me,” I said, pulling on his now very stiff cock.

It felt so unreal to be the one in charge of a session in the film room, but here it was happening. I led him by his cock into the film room. I had him stop in the middle where I had marked the floor with a small piece of tape earlier. His wrist restraints were clipped onto a cord hanging from the upper rafter. It led to a pulley I installed and over to the wall with a crank to help me lift him in the air. I turned the handle on the crank and slowly lifted him off the ground.

As I saw in the video to the teenager, I stopped pulling on him when his feet were a few inches off the ground. Ropes were tied to the ankle restraints and pulled in the opposite direction, making his legs spread out as far as they could safely go. I stopped pulling on the second one when he began to really wince. His body was now mine to do with as I pleased.

I checked on the cameras and all three of them got him without a problem. I went back to Jock’s locker for a half mask I had seen earlier. It hid my eyes and top of my head, but not anything below my nose. It had the look of a Zorro mask. I tied it off and pulled the collar out of my pocket, putting that into place as well. The gloves were slipped over my hands and I undid the belt to my robe.

I saw myself in the mirror before heading on stage. I looked like a small Zorro, too. The only thing I was missing was a black shirt, pants and sombrero. I smiled and turned to my willing toy for the evening. I walked over to the controls for the cameras and sound. With one click, I had every device turned on and recording.

I walked onto the staging and pulled a small black stand to set behind Stan. I retreated to find just the right thing I needed. I found it and returned to the stand. I ran the buttplug along the length of Stan’s crack before lining it up to his backdoor. Playfully, I twisted it around his sphincter muscle before shoving it inside him.

He bellowed out in pain at the suddenness of the invasion. With a pat on his ass, I stepped of the small step. I walked back to him with a spool. I put the spool in the middle of his back and attached one of the links on his chain to it. I twisted the spool, rolling the chain up around it; thereby tightening it. His balls retreated between his legs as the spool was turned tighter and tighter. It also made sure the buttplug was not going anywhere. When I was satisfied that his balls were in enough pain and discomfort, I plied a clip to the spool, holding it in place.

I retrieved a small pair of clamps from Jock’s locker and put them on his each of his nipples, right on the tip of tits. He screamed and begged them to be taken off, but his cock told me otherwise. Stan was in some pain, but I was just getting started with him.

Now came the fun part for me; the strap. The same wide and thick piece of leather that was used on me and MJ was now in my hands. I gripped the handle firmly and swung it through the air, listening to the air whistle past it. It was like listening to beautiful music.

I walked up to stand beside Stan still flexing the strap. When I was ready, I pulled it back and let it fly. It struck right across the middle of his butt. He screamed at the pain, but I didn’t stop. The first hit had made a really nice red horizontal stripe across his ass. I did it again, tagging him just below the first one, and getting the same response from Stan and his ass. The next hit got him just below that one. The fourth nailed him just above the first strike and the fifth one got him above that one. From there, I retraced my steps three more times, for a total of twenty lashes on his ass. For the finale, I used the strap vertically against his balls that were being stretched between his legs. That brought a very high pitched scream from his throat.

I laid the strap aside and found a small step ladder that would suit my purposes. I positioned it right in front of him. My small cock needed relief. I stepped up the ladder to place my crotch right in his face. I grabbed the back of his head with both hands and ground it around in my leather covered pubic area. Now I knew why Jock liked doing this so much. The leather on the inside was soft and felt like silk being pushed around on my cock.

After a few minutes of doing this, I needed to relieve myself. I pulled the leather shorts down and placed the head of my cock to his lips. He parted them obediently and I slipped it inside. He knew what to do from there. His mouth enclosed around my dick and he sucked like a vacuum cleaner hose. I held his head by his hair and the more he sucked the tighter my grip got. With the past half hour of anticipation, I couldn’t hold out for very long. He had me cumming within mere minutes of initial entry.

I sank to my knees after the powerful orgasm had hit me, thereby pulling my cock out of his mouth. I had to have a breather as I pulled my shorts back up. I looked down and saw that his cock was still rock hard, so I teased it for a few minutes with my gloved hands. I stepped down a step to put my face dead even with his crotch. I looked between his legs and his balls were turning a nice shade of violet, not that I cared. I reached back up and began stroking him again.

While I was stroking him, I turned around and rubbed the leather of my shorts along his cock as well. His dick made a crevasse in between the globes of my ass in my shorts. As that was being done, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and lowered them again, putting his cock along the crack of my ass. I let him feel it for a while before aiming it for my glory hole.

My dick was hard again, in the anticipation of having his cock up my ass. I put the tip right on the barrier separating my inside from the outside air. I eased back and let it slip inside me. It was like cutting warm butter with a hot knife; he slid in so easily. He shuddered as the warmth engulfed his cock. I turned my head around and reached up to gently pull his head towards me for a kiss. My young body fit perfectly between the clips on his nipples when I leaned against him. When I broke the kiss, I pulled him closer to whisper to him.

“Don’t you dare cum until I tell you. Got it?” I threatened him.

He nodded, and I released his head to return back up. I kept them behind his head for the leverage I needed while riding his cock, though. I used my legs to ride up and down on him. I also used his body as a wall to lean against. He shuddered again and I stopped, waited for the feeling to pass, and then continued. It actually felt good this time to have a man’s cock sliding in and out of my asshole.

I let go of his neck with one hand and began stroking my own cock while still riding his. The feeling was very intense as I released my sexual tension for the second time within minutes. My orgasm had the effect of tightening my sphincter muscle on the cock that was embedded in my ass. I felt him stiffen and shudder as he tried to hold back the waves of orgasmic pleasure. His cock jumped in my ass and I felt sperm being shot out of the tip and into my bowels.

I knew he wouldn’t last long, but I didn’t give him permission to cum. I reached up and slapped his face with the hand I was just using to give myself pleasure. I pulled him back down to whisper in his ear again.

“I told you not to cum until I gave you the word. You will be punished for that, boy,” I told him.

I milked his cock with my anal muscles and slid off him. Some jizm leaked out and ran down my leg, but I caught it before it hit the leather shorts. I mopped up my back door with a towel I had placed on the step ladder and pulled the shorts back up again. I turned back to Stan to see what to do about his punishment. I thought about it long and hard before making a decision. I had the answer.

Jock had a leather cat-o-nine tails in his locker that was perfect. I grabbed the cat and walked around behind him. I didn’t snap it like a regular whip; I lashed it down his back, making it appear like a cat had raked its nails down his back. The whip made several red vertical lines in his skin from each pass of the leather. He hissed at each time I made a pass with it. When I was finished with him, his back looked like a wall of red lines.

When I walked back around, his cock was hard again. I smiled and played with it again by licking the head. He groaned at the light touch. And to be honest, I was feeling a little frisky again, too. I mounted the stairs in front of him and planted a kiss on his lips after licking his cock’s head. I knew he could taste his jizm on my tongue and it seemed to excite him further.

We kissed very passionately for a minute or so. I reached up and twisted the clips on his nipples, sending shards of pain through his chest. He groaned into my mouth while we were kissing and the effect was actually very erotic. I did his other nipple and his groan was even louder. I broke the kiss and teased his lips with my gloved finger. I hooked my finger behind his upper teeth and drew him to me to whisper to him yet again.

“You want me again, don’t you, boy?”

He nodded and even his cock jumped at the thought of that.

“If you disappoint me again, the punishment will be ten times worse that you just got. Got it?”

He nodded again.

I slipped the shorts back down to my ankles again and kicked them to the floor. I sank back down to be eyelevel with his cock again and began to pay the attention it was due. It had a musky smell from being inside my asshole, but I paid it no nevermind. I licked it from balls to tip and back down again. I paid particular attention to the rim around its head.

When I was ready for coupling with him again, I turned on the spot and ran his cock along my crack once more. His man’s meat felt really good doing just that, and I was tempted to just allow him that small pleasure, but I ended up doing as I suggested to him. I slid up his body and lowered my ass down to the tip of his cock again. I let some strength out of my legs and I allowed his cock to slide into me for a second time.

He shuddered again, trying to maintain control. I turned back to him and warned him again not to cum till I told him. He nodded. I knew it would be difficult for him. I know my ass was tight, but not that tight that he couldn’t control himself.

I reached down and began stroking my own hard-on again, trying to achieve my own release and it came after only a few good strokes while riding his cock. My whole body tensed up at the release, and I was curious to see if he would cum again, but he held his back. I waited a few moments to be sure, and he had held back very well.

“Very good, boy,” I whispered to him. “Now, you’re gonna do something else to show your controlling abilities.”

This next part took a lot of flexibility on my part. Without taking his cock out of my asshole, I reached over and unlinked the ropes to his ankle restraints. Both feet fell to the ground after they were released. The tricky one was going to be the top one. There was no way I was going to release it without taking his cock out of me, so I didn’t bother. I slipped off him and made my way to the crank on the wall and lowered him to the floor.

His body flopped to the ground once he was completely down. I walked back over and unlinked the cable from the cuffs, but not the cuffs from each other. His arms came down over my back as I was facing him. I got closer and whispered in his ear.

“I want you to royally fuck me, boy. You don’t cum till I’m completely satisfied. Got that?”

He nodded, meekly. I didn’t remove his hands as I turned around to face away from him. I crawled onto all fours, and since his hands were clasped together in front of me, he had no choice but to follow. I had his hands on my chest as I pulled him on top of my back. I reached behind me and relined his cock up to my backdoor. Going backward, I speared myself on it without a problem, going all the way down. He shuddered again and took his time before doing anything.

His hands were resting on the ground right beneath my face and I lowered my head to rest on them. The links on the cuffs were long enough to allow him to lift them up and over my head to place his hands behind my neck. He kept them there or on my shoulders the entire time he was inside me.

“Now, boy, fuck me hard,” I commanded him as I pushed my head off the floor with my hands to be in the more traditional “doggy-style” position.

“Yes sir,” he answered. I felt his cock begin to slowly slide in and out of my ass. Then he began to pick up speed and intensity.

I reached down to my own cock and began stroking it to the rhythm of his pumping action. With each lunge forward and into me, I stroked downward on my cock and vice-versa. I spread my legs out a little to allow my hand easier access to my cock. My other hand had to be moved more under my face to keep my balance. The stroking and pumping began to build to a fever-pitch intensity and I began to get more vocal.

“Ooh, yeah. Fuck me, boy, fuck me,” I began chanting, submitting to my own lust. “Harder, boy!” I bellowed out at him. He did as I told him and his thrusts became more animalistic; more primal.

It was obscene how lascivious we had become in such a short time. He was pumping my guts for all he was worth, now, as I was pumping my own short rod as fast as I could.

“OH GOD!!!” I cried as the finality of my orgasm struck my preteen body, but I wasn’t done with him yet; I wanted more. My cock didn’t let me down, either. It remained stiff while Stan was giving me his. Another wave crashed over me. Then another. And finally a fourth one in a row hit me and I screamed at him.

“CUM INSIDE ME NOW!!!” I bellowed at him and he didn’t do it immediately. “If …you… want… to… cum… then… do… it… now… boy!” I told him between his primal thrusts. He was practically lifting me off the ground as it was, but he doubled his efforts to cum.

“OH GOD!!!” he cried into the night as his body tensed up and his cock shot a giant load of cum inside my ass. I came one more final time as well, echoing his roar of rapture.

Five times in a row was too much, even for me, and something happened. Stan was waking me up while kneeling beside me. My mask was off as was my collar.

“What happened?” I asked him.

“I think you passed out,” he said, with a look of relief on his face. I sat up to face him.

“I passed out?” I couldn’t believe it. “It was that good?”

He snickered.

“I guess so,” he said.

I got up to stop the cameras and doubled over in pain. My whole body hurt. My ass was especially painful. I crawled to the controls instead. I clicked them off and crawled back to Stan and flopped to the floor in front of him, but facing away from him.

“Um, could you undo these, please?” he asked, showing me his wrists.

I reached up and unclipped the links. I scooted back to lie against his belly and he welcomed me into his embrace.

“Stan?” I asked.

“Yeah?”

“You were worried about me, weren’t you?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, what would it look like if you had died right after getting the stuffing fucked out of you by me? It wouldn’t look good on my work record.”

I elbowed him in the ribs as we giggled at his joke.

“Yeah, I guess it is one of those things that kind of follows you around wherever you go,” I commented back at him.

“Really. I would probably not get that promotion I want if this were discovered.”

“Probably not,” I agreed.

“Um, could you take this thing off my balls, please?” he asked me.

“Well, if you insist,” I casually answered him. I groaned as I pushed up in to a kneeling position and went behind him. I unlinked the spool and let out the slack. I undid the collar from around his neck, next. The ballspreader was undone and he pounded the floor with his palms as the blood rushed back into his testicles.

I tried to stand up and succeeded this time, but not very steadily. He walked up behind me to steady me and I felt his cock go between my legs.

“Easy, boy,” I told him.

“Totally unintentional,” he said, raising his hand to show friendliness. We took our bondage gear off and put it all back where they came from.

He helped me to the shower in the bathroom off the film room. We had a nice shower together and toweled each other off afterwards. I asked him if he had to work the next day, and he shook his head.

“You wanna stay the night?” I offered.

“Are you sure?” he came back with and I nodded to him. He shrugged and we headed upstairs to my loft.

On the second landing, I doubled over a little due to extreme soreness. Stan picked me up like a baby and carried me sitting on his forearm and my head on his shoulder the rest of the way. We got to the loft and he set me back down on my feet. The two of us shared a hot cocoa together, not talking very much and then headed to bed.

I woke the next morning very, very sore around the middle. Stan was still asleep on the bed, but had one of those morning erections. I smiled and decided to give him a good morning. I licked his dick from the bottom all the way up to the tip. He moaned when my warm mouth engulfed it again. I slipped it down my throat with now much practiced ease.

Involuntarily, he hands moved down to my head and he grabbed my hair while I continued to suck on him. I cupped his balls in my hands and squeezed gently as my head bobbed on his cock. I knew they must have been sore as well, because I was still sore, so I was careful with them.

“What’re you doing?” came a voice above me. Now that was a stupid question.

“What does it look like?” I replied to it.

“I figured you would be too sore for anything else,” Stan commented.

“Well, my middle and ass is still sore, but the rest of me is fine. As long as you don’t want my asshole right now, we’ll get along just fine.”

“What if I do?” he shot back, but only playfully, I could tell.

“Well, I suppose I could, if you absolutely have to,” I playfully teased back at him.

“That’s okay, Tony, you don’t have to. I was only kidding,” he said, turning serious.

“I know, Stan, but I could manage,” I shrugged my shoulders at him.

Without another thought, I spun around and straddled his torso, putting his cock right in front of mine. A few more strokes of his cock to keep it interested, and I raised my hips above it. It hit my sphincter and I closed my eyes, hoping that it wouldn’t hurt as bad as I was thinking it would. I relaxed by buttocks and pushed out on my bowels to insert him back inside me. It did hurt as bad as I thought it would.

“UUUHH!” I gasped as it split me again. Those rectal muscles were just too sore still. Now I understood why some women walk bowlegged after sex.

“We don’t have to do this, Tony,” he suggested, and I violently shook my head at him.

I grimaced as I passed more of his stiff pole into me. It wasn’t easy, but I made it all the way down to sit on his waist. Before moving again, I just waited for the pain and soreness to pass. As I began to move again, the soreness returned, but I was determined to not let it beat me. I put my hands on the bed between his legs to stay balanced while I fucked myself on his cock. The first few times I slid along his member, it hurt, but after that, things began to feel better.

My own cock sprang to attention from the feelings I was beginning to experience again. I reached for it and began stroking while I rode his cock. This time it did take a while to finish, even though he was buried inside me. It was strange to suddenly find that a cock being in my ass was erotic. I shuddered through a morning orgasm and continued pumping up and down on his rod to have him finish as well. The friction caused my cock to strengthen again and I found myself masturbating it again.

He came as I did that time as my hole clenched tighter around his cock and he could no longer hold back. I felt the warmth of jizm being pumped into my guts while I simmered down again. I laid back on his chest to relax and he wrapped his arms around me.

“Good morning,” he whispered.

“To you too,” I countered.

“Should we get a shower taken?” he suggested.

“Not yet. I wanna just lie here for a few minutes, if that’s okay.”

“It’s fine with me,” he said while still holding onto me.

We remained like that for over half an hour. I didn’t care that his semen was leaking out of my ass. I just wanted him to hold me for a while. I missed that part of being with my parents. We showered and he left for his home with his parents. He kissed me goodbye at the door and told me thank you for the evening. I smiled and he went home.

I straightened out the filming room for the next few hours and put the film into some canisters for Sly to edit as he saw fit. The rest of the day was sunbathing and working on the loft again.

The whole rest of the week was more of the same. The soreness of my night with Stan passed finally on Thursday afternoon. As I was getting some things done, I noticed that it had gone away. Friday came around and Mitch didn’t bring MJ around. I was sure he was having fun with the boy.

That Monday, I gave the film to Sly and he said that he would watch it and get back to me. I nodded and we began working on the next film. It was more of the same that time. I had to take a whipping from Jock’s strap (yeah, I know; we had a laugh about that as well) and took him up my ass after a short time sucking his cock. I screamed and yelled and bellowed for him to stop, but I got it anyway. I tried not to let my cock get hard while he was fucking me as it wouldn’t be good for the cameras to see that.

I got paid and with that money, I bought a dishwasher for the loft. It wasn’t delivered by Tom and Stan the next day, so I made sure I was dressed when I answered the door. It was only one man to deliver it; a black man. Remembering the size of the other black man’s cock, I waited until he was finished bringing the washer upstairs before asking a very pertinent question.

“Is it true that black men have bigger cocks?” I asked blatantly.

He was jilted at the question as he looked at me. I noticed him get a little uncomfortable and look around the room. Then the realization hit him; I was alone.

“Where’re your parents, kid?”

“They aren’t here,” I told him. Well, it was the truth, after all.

“You wanna see it, huh?” he asked me. I nodded, licking my lips.

I remember his skin being like cold black. The only things that were even remotely white were his eyes. He unzipped his fly on the overalls and pulled his cock out. Even soft, that thing was big. I smiled and walked up to him.

“You want me to lick it for you, mister?”

“That would be great, kid,” he answered back.

I licked it, starting at the tip and going down to his pants. He moaned in appreciation of my attentions, but I was just getting started. I came back up his growing hard-on and opened my mouth to vacuum him inside. It was difficult to fit, but I opened as wide as I could and forced it down the hatch. I took a deep breath and fit it inside even further. It responded even more by growing longer and wider.

I felt his hands grab my head and pull me towards him more. He was groaning under my ministrations of his cock. My throat took all of him, but it wasn’t easy. He was larger than Jock. Before long, I had him at full mast. That black cock was at least a foot long and three inches around. Even I was concerned about taking him up my ass, but I was willing to try.

“Will you use this thing on me, please?” I asked, pulling my mouth off him for a second.

“Are you sure?” he asked, sounding concerned.

“Yes, unless you don’t want to…” I eluded to him with a teasing smile.

“Oh, you’re not gonna sit down for a week after this, boy,” he said, smiling back at me.

He took over from there. He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. He shucked his overalls off as I lowered my jeans to the floor. My ass was too low for him to fuck, as tall as he was, so he grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me up to put my torso on the box carrying my dishwasher. My feet were several inches off the floor now, but my ass was right at the height he needed to fit his monstrous cock inside me.

I heard him spit into his hand and he wiped it up the crack of my ass. I gripped the far side of the box, getting ready for the inevitable. As I felt his cock touch my anus, I spread my legs out wider to allow easier entry into my depths. He pushed gently forward and my muscles gave way to his invading missile. I gripped the crate even harder as I had to bear the agony of being split in half by his huge cock.

He was patient as he fed it to me slowly, allowing me to get used to him in small increments, but it still hurt like hell. I felt like I was being ripped apart. My whole ass felt like it was on fire while he still pumped it in slowly. He couldn’t fit all of it inside, of course, but I took a great deal of it, though. When it felt like he was inside as far as he could go, I reached back to see how much more of his black pole was left outside. The width of my whole hand was able to circle it and there was still a little more left uncovered.

“I still got more, kid, but I doubt if it’ll fit,” he commented when he got next to my ear.

“Then fuck me with what you can, then,” I told him.

He grabbed my hips and began to pull out as I returned my hand to its original place on the crate. My cock was smashed up against the wood of the crate and my own body, but I didn’t care. I was starting to crave having a cock up my ass more and more, now.

He pumped my guts for a few times slowly, to help me get used to it, but I wanted more.

“Harder,” I told him and he didn’t disappoint me.

His hands moved to the small of my back as his cock started to pump faster and harder into me. I could swear that he was able to feed more of it to my guts the more he pumped. I held on for dear life while he rode me harder and harder. I also began to get more vocal.

“Oh, yeah, fuck me,” I cried into the crate as I did with Stan the previous week downstairs. “Fuck me harder!” He did. I repeated it and he did again. His thrusts were as powerful as Stan’s were last week, but his cock was a lot longer and wider than Stan’s. My ass was not going to be able to hold anything for a while after this, but I was beyond caring about that.

“Oh God, yesss, shove that fucking black cock up my ass,” I was getting primal again as I did with Stan.

The black cock didn’t stop pummeling me. The black man forced more and more of his cock into me until he tensed up and bellowed out in rapturous pleasure. Semen shot out of his cock and filled up my innards until it flowed out of me and down my legs. He was satisfied, but I was left unfulfilled, though. I was still wanting more.

He collapsed onto my back, trying to recover his strength. He pulled out and slid off my back. I heard him plop to the floor and lie back on his back. I turned around to see him lying there with his jizm glazing his softening cock. I slid off the box, myself, and crawled over to him. I licked the length of his waning member to get all the cum juices off it. I was gentle with him, remembering that adult cocks are sensitive after fucking.

He just laid there, letting me do what I wanted to his piece of black meat. As I licked, he began to grow again, and I smiled. He may have been older, but he recovered quickly. Good, I thought, as I continued to lick him. The black cock got to about half-staff and I turned around for more fucking. I said earlier that I wasn’t satisfied yet.

With an asshole that had his manjuice leaking out of it, it was easier to fit him back inside me. Even with being only “half-cocked”, he was still stiff enough to get back in there again. I sat back to let him get as far inside as he did when he came. I reached back and felt there was still some left outside. I was willing to take all of it, if I could. Lust had overtaken me by this point.

I felt his cock harden even more as it filled my ass again, and I smiled at the feeling, even though it did hurt a little. I began to ride him as I did Stan last Tuesday evening. I was mildly aware of his hands around my waist as I began driving more and more of his black pole into my supple ass. He was holding me steady while I pumped harder and harder on his stiffening prick. My hand snaked down and began stroking my own cock while riding his. This was what was missing the first time he fucked me. I couldn’t reach my stiffy to relieve my tensions. This time I was not going to be denied my orgasm.

With his black monster filling my preteen asshole, I stroked furiously at my dick, trying to achieve what I did the previous week with Stan. One orgasm wracked my young frame, but I didn’t stop there. His cock was still hard, and I was still horny as hell. Another assaulted my senses and I didn’t stop. A third came over me and I was wearing down, but resilient to get one more out of my dick before stopping. His cock performed magnificently. With one last orgasm, finally tiring me out, he shot another load into my bowels. It wasn’t as much as the first one, but some juice did leak out.

Meanwhile, I had collapsed to the floor between his legs. His bent cock still buried in my ass. The black man raised himself up and eased his cock and legs out from under me. I flopped to the floor as he cleared my body.

“Jesus, kid, you’re a fuckin’ slut!” he exclaimed and pulled his uniform back on. He left without another word.

I lay there for a while, recovering from my self-inflicted torment. The pleasure was orgasmic, that was for sure, but was it worth it? I wasn’t so sure at the time. I pushed myself off the floor and saw the pooled semen on the floor under me. It was pink, telling me I had torn something. I gently crawled to the shower for a nice hot one.

As I got out and dried off, I was still sore, but felt loads better. I was able to do some work on the loft before crashing for the night. The next three days after that were spent doing just that. On Saturday, I made my way down to the beach for a swim. Trouble appeared immediately. It was the assholes that had confronted MJ and me that Friday night. All four of them were there.

“Where’s your little friend?” the leader asked me.

“Not here,” I sarcastically told him and sidestepped to get around him, knowing that it wasn’t going to work.

“You caused a lot of pain for us last time, brat. We’re gonna cause a lot of pain to you, now.” That was all he said, and his friends grabbed my arms, legs, and covered my mouth as they led me away. They weren’t worried about being seen as they controlled the streets by fear. I was dead, and I knew it.

There was an abandoned building close to the beach that I normally visited. They dragged me inside and threw me onto the floor as we entered. The one that had the switchblade grabbed me and began cutting my clothes off me while two of the others held me down. Within minutes, he had me completely nude. Even my shoes were cut from my feet.

The knife banger used my torn shirt to tie my hands behind my back at the wrists and elbows.

With me now naked and helpless before them, the two holding me down released me to the leader. He grabbed me by my neck and pushed me to the wall. My head hit so hard, I was seeing stars. With his other hand, he grabbed my balls and squeezed hard. I cried into the vacancy of the room. The one that had cut my clothes away, grabbed my undershorts and stuffed them in my mouth.

“Good thinking, Carlos,” leader man told him. Then he turned back to me. “You hurt my balls last time, kid. Now, it’s your turn to hurt.”

With that, he brought his knee up to my groin as hard as he could. I pulled my knees up in pain and turned away from him, but his buddies stepped in. Carlos and one of the other ones pulled my legs apart to allow him to keep kneeing my groin. He did it another three times. I felt like vomiting after he was done with that.

The two holding my legs released me and Leader let me drop to the ground. He began to undo his jeans in front of me. The others were snickering. He pushed his pants to the floor and I got a look at his hard cock. It was nothing special; I had taken larger. The problem was that he wasn’t going to be nice and gentle about it. He turned me over to lie on my stomach as he pulled me from the wall. I knew what was coming next.

He pulled me up to kneel on my knees with my face in the cold concrete floor and then his cock was at my backdoor, knocking. I held my breath as he violently shoved his cock inside me. I screamed into the gag at the ferocity of his lunge. He was balls deep in one thrust.

“Jesus, kid, someone been fucking you?” he asked, rhetorically.

“What do you mean, Juan?” Carlos asked him.

“The kid’s as loose as my sister, C,” he answered back to him. “Well, no big deal, I’m still gonna fuck the livin’ shit outta you,” he said, turning back to me.

And he was going to live up to that threat, also. Violently pistoning his cock through my anal barrier, he made every thrust hurt. I tried to think of something else and make believe that this wasn’t happening to me, but it was impossible. It became even more impossible when Carlos walked up and knelt in front of me with his cock in his hands.

“Mind if I take the bastard’s mouth, Juan?” he asked.

“Go ahead, C. He’d probably like it also.”

My shorts were removed from my mouth to be replaced with his cock. He also was smaller than others that had been in my throat, but it was the fact that I didn’t want this shithead to be inside me that made the whole thing worse.

“I feel one tooth on my dick, kid, and I’ll knock every one of them out of your mouth. Got it?” He told me as he pointed his finger at my face. I nodded that I got the point and he put his cock to my lips. I didn’t open right away. He slammed his fist across my face to make me open. I opened my mouth as I felt something running out of my nose.

Carlos grabbed my hair and forced his cock into my waiting mouth. The two Chicanos began to get into a rhythm of fucking me at both ends. As the two of them were very pent up, it only took a few times before both of them came inside both my holes.

“That was piss-poor,” Carlos stated with another punch to my left ear. Juan slapped my ass as he pulled his weakening member out of it.

The other two were just waiting for their turn at me. One of them flipped me over and pulled my legs up his body. He held onto them as he lined his own cock up to my anus. His buddy straddled my body and pulled my hair to raise my mouth to his crotch. I knew better than to argue this point. I opened my mouth and he thrust it inside.

As the one raping my ass thrust inside me, his abdomen struck my sore balls and I screamed into the other’s crotch. I had to remember not to bite down. Each time he pistoned into me, my balls hurt that much more. He also took to punching my stomach as hard as he could. My belly and ribs took several shots from his fist before he was finished with me. He came first, and his buddy a few minutes later. With a slap to my face, he let me drop back to the concrete floor.

Juan and Carlos were next again. They traded places and turned me back over to a kneeling position. This put Carlos forcing his rehardened prick up my ass while Juan made sure my mouth was not left out of anything. I grimaced as his crotch smelled like a toilet. Carlos took to hitting me with the chain that was around his pants. My back and ribs took the brunt of this attack while he raped me again.

As both of them had already cum once, it took some time for them to finish this time. They kept yelling names at me; calling me “slut”, “boy-toy”; things like that. As they kept shouting them at me, I started to believe them. I mean, I did just take a huge black cock up my ass from someone I had just met. The name-calling was also turning them on something fierce. It aided in getting both of them to orgasm faster than they normally would have.

With a slap to my face, Juan dismounted, leaving the opposite partner to take his place. Carlos used the chain on my asscheeks several times, making sure I was hurt even more. They flipped me back over onto my back and both of them entered me again. More of the rape followed with punching and slapping to accompany it.

When both of them had finished again, the first two had another go at me. I was attacked by the no named ones again when they were finished with me. Then I heard, through ringing ears, Carlos and Juan discussing what to do about me.

“We could snuff him right here, Juan,” Carlos suggested.

“Yes, kill me,” I thought to myself. I just wanted it to be over with.

“No, I got a better plan, C,” Juan said.

Both of my eyes were swollen shut from too many hits, so I couldn’t see what they were doing, but I was sure Juan was smiling at his own genius. I was picked up and hauled to my feet. I couldn’t stand due to the abuse I had just taken, so one of them slung me over his shoulder.

I heard the door open and felt sunlight on my bruised back and buttocks. Before I knew it, I was dropped to the pavement and I heard something whoosh through the air and a thud afterward. The two sounds happened again with a cry from one of the gang bangers that had just raped me. Another whooshing sound followed by a sickening crack and another scream. This whooshing sound happened over and over again until there were no cries from the bangers.

I felt someone gently pick me up and carry me off. I didn’t care who it was or where he was taking me, as long as it was away from there. I must have passed in and out of consciousness because the next thing I remember was riding in the back seat of a car and then into the warmth of an indoor room.

I must have been out for a while because the next thing I knew, was that the sun was glaring in my face and I was waking up in a bed with pillows around me. The sheets were tucked in the sides and I was clean. My hands and arms were wrapped in gauze and everything hurt. That was a sweet/sorrow kind of thing. The pain told me I was still alive and being alive meant that I was in pain.

I tried to move, but it was too painful, so I stopped. I could see better, but not by much. I looked around the room to find out if there was a clue to my surroundings. There was none. I was in a strange room and hurting a lot. I made myself move to get out of the bed. I teetered a little as I stood up, trying to keep my balance. It was then that I looked down to see my body for the first time.

My whole torso, groin, and legs were wrapped the same way as my arms were. I looked like a mummy without any around my face. The gauze stopped at my neck. There was a bathrobe lying on a nightstand and I achingly put it on. I shuffled around the bed to the door. Not knowing what I was going to find on the other side, I gently turned the knob as to not make any sound. The door swung open easily and I stepped out into a small hallway. The hallway opened up into a large studio.

“You should be in bed, Tony,” a familiar voice came from the side of the room. It was Dave’s.

“You saved me?” I asked through still swollen lips.

“Well, it was either me or Bat-man,” he said, smiling. I got the joke. He had used the bat on the four bangers outside the site of my gang rape. “I saw them take you from the beach. When I returned with my bat from the car, you were gone and it took a while before I could find where they had taken you.

“The one Chicano had just thrown you over his shoulder when I finally located the five of you. You’re lucky to be in one piece, Tony.”

“Are they dead?” I asked, needing to know.

“Are you sure you can handle the answer to that?” he asked back.

“If they’re dead, Dave, I’ll celebrate when I can.”

“Then, yes, each of them is dead. They won’t bother you again. Why did they take you, anyway?” As he was asking the question, I was feeling woozy and sank to my knees. He raced over and picked me back up. Dave placed me on his corner sectional and knelt down in front of me.

“I’m fine. I just got a little dizzy there for a second.”

“Yeah, I could see that,” he answered with a smile.

“To answer your question; they tried to rob and rape me and my friend a couple of weeks ago. The two of us beat the crap out of them and ran. I guess my luck ran out and they found me.”

“I guess so. That took guts to stand up to them, Tony. Now, would you like something light to eat?”

I nodded and he made me some soup and toast with a Sprite to drink. He helped me back into bed afterward and I fell asleep. I didn’t even ask what day it was before passing back out again. I woke several hours later and got some dinner, and then it was back to bed again. The next day was more of the same. By the third day, I was feeling much better.

The bandages were removed and the bruising was greatly reduced. I was able to move around a lot more as the pain was condensed to small dull aches. Dave and I talked a little over the course of those two days. When the third day did arrive and the inventory of my bruises had been taken, we had a long talk about where my life was going.

“I’m not stupid, Tony. I know that you’re turning tricks to stay alive.”

“I’m not doing that, Dave. I’m making films.”

“Oh, well, that makes all the difference in the world,” he said with a note of sarcasm in his voice. “Look, Tony, one of these days this is going to kill you. You need to get out before it does.”

“Dave, I appreciate the concern, but this was an accident. Nothing more.”

“I’m not talking about the rape, Tony; I’m talking about having sex for money. Whether you’re doing it out on the streets or in front of a camera, it all boils down to prostitution. And it will kill you before you know it.

“I don’t have any other choice, Dave. There’s no way I can live without money, and the only way I’m going to make money, is by doing this.”

“You could live here with me, Tony,” he suggested out of the blue.

To say I was shocked would have been an understatement. It took a few minutes before I recovered my wits enough to answer him.

“You… would want me to stay here?” I asked, still stunned.

“Yes. Listen, I don’t know why you ran away, but I don’t care about that. All I care about is that you are okay.”

“What about my loft and money I’ve made so far?”

“Well, you can go get the money or you can let it go. It’s up to you.”

“Let me think about it, Dave,” I said, thoughtfully.

“Fair enough, but if you stay with me, I will insist on one thing,” he said, suddenly sounding like my father.

“Uh oh; here it comes,” I thought to myself.

“You will go to school,” he said and I almost laughed.

“Is that all?” I was relieved. I thought he would tell me to cut my hair or something.

“That’s it.”

I nodded and left the room, still walking gingerly. I turned back to him when I got to the bedroom.

“What’s today, Dave?”

“Saturday. Why?”

“I’ve been here for a week?” I asked, shocked again. He nodded and I walked into the room. I was wondering what Sly had said to himself when I didn’t show on Monday. I would have to worry about that later.

That weekend, I healed up a little more and by Monday, I felt a lot better. I was able to move around without hurting at all. I had given Dave’s proposal a lot of thought over the course of those two days. He had a nice one bedroom loft located in a nice neighborhood. I would be very safe here if I chose to stay with him.

“I’ve got to take these canvases to my studio, Tony. I should be back around dinnertime.” I nodded as he left. I decided to take Dave up on his offer, but I couldn’t leave the money behind. I had over two thousand dollars hidden in the loft. I wasn’t worried about leaving the appliances behind, but I did want the cash.

When Dave left for his studio, I took the opportunity to head back over to the building again for my money. I got dressed in clothes he had bought me and took the bus to the far side of town. I got off the bus at the beach and made my way to the building that was once my home. After getting the door unlocked, I headed down the stairs and through the hallway to Sly’s office.

As I got there, I heard some screaming coming from the filming room. Curiosity took over and I went to investigate. I sneaked inside and saw a sight that I would never forget.

MJ was on the stage tied to the beams above him with his arms spread out by way of wrist restraints and rope. His legs were also spread and tied to eyebolts in the stage floor. Ankle restraints and rope tied them to the floor as tightly as his wrists. His back was to me as I walked in, but I could tell it was him. His back, butt and thighs were littered with angry red welts, crisscrossed all over his skin.

Jock was behind him with a whip, lashing out at the boy again, and sending pain coursing through his young frame. I could tell that the strap had also been used on him at least a few times before I arrived. His whole butt was not only riddled with red welts, it was also a dark shade of purple. I could also see that weights were tied painfully to his balls and they were hanging down between his legs. I couldn’t see what they had done to his cock.

Jock made the whip sing across his middle, wrapping all the way around before being pulled back. MJ screamed again. I was so mesmerized by the scene that I just had to stay and watch. Jock delivered another ten painful lashes to the boy before dropping the whip to the ground.

As he walked up to MJ, his cock standing rigid and ready, I heard a moan come from my friend. The stiff member touched the boy’s backside, and he began to thrash around, trying to evade the inevitable. I wondered if it was the first time he was having to deal with Jock. Either way, he was having to deal with him now. As everyone was captivated by the scene going on before the cameras, no one ever saw me there in the room.

The blood-curdling scream that erupted from MJ was something I will never forget. It was the same that had come from me just a scant month or so earlier. But at the time, I was the one feeling the pain. Now, it was a friend of mine. Jock tore into him like he was last week’s trash. He didn’t care that he was ripping a boy to pieces, probably due to the permission given him by Mitch. I watched as MJ kept begging Jock to take his cock out of his asshole. Jock paid no mind to him what so ever. He just laid into him even more. Perhaps the screams urged the large man on further, who knows?

I took the opportunity to slip out and get upstairs to get my money and other things I wanted. On the fourth floor, I found my stash of money, and all of it was there. I never even told MJ where it was. I knew never to trust anyone, not even MJ. I took the small amount of clothes I had and made my way to the exit. I had to hurry, knowing I only had a limited amount of time before filming was completed.

As I got to the bottom of the stairs, and was about to enter Sly’s office, they were exiting the filming room. I stopped to listen to them talking.

“I’ll take the brat home for the night, Sly,” Mitch was saying.

“Not a prob., Mitch. But perhaps you should take him upstairs to Tony’s old room that he was fixing up and leave him there. That way we can start early in the morning on him.”

“Good thinking, Sly. I’ll go get him untied.” I heard Mitch turn and head towards the filming room. I also heard Sly flop down in his chair and begin amusing himself.

“Yeah, too bad the slut got away. Oh well, he wouldn’t have lasted too much longer anyways.” He laughed at his little joke. Chills went up and down my spine.

He was going to kill me. Sooner or later, he was going to have me killed. Probably when I got too old for his uses. Either that, or to keep me quiet. One way or another, Dave was right. This life was going to get me killed.

I ran to the space under the stairs and hid as I heard Mitch bring MJ back out. I got a small glimpse of him when he was led through the door. His whole body was a jumble of red marks and bruises. Blood flowed freely from between his legs and dripped on the floor. A ball gag was still in his mouth with his hands tied behind his back. Short chains linked his ankles together, making sure he couldn’t run.

I waited till Mitch put him upstairs and came back down to Sly’s office. Sly treated them all to dinner and they left. I waited even longer, to make sure they were gone. I was about to leave, when my conscience got to me. I couldn’t leave MJ to them. He wouldn’t have much of a chance for very long.

Knowing that Mitch probably chained MJ to something, I got the keys from the locker and took them with me back upstairs. I found him on the bed that I usually slept in and ran to him. He moaned as I started unchaining him from the bed. I got the cuffs off his ankles and wrists then the ball gag out of his mouth.

“MJ?” I asked him, hurriedly while watching the door.

“Hm?” he said, looking up to me with vacant eyes.

“Nevermind. I gotta get you outta here, man. We don’t have much time. You gotta walk.”

He didn’t want to. And for the splittest of seconds, I considered leaving him here to their mercies, not that they had any. I put my arm around him and heaved him up, pulling his arm over my shoulder. We walked to the door, but it was more like me carrying him to the door. There was no way we were going to make it walking like this. I remembered how Dave carried me over his shoulder, and I did the same to MJ.

God, he was heavy. I almost collapsed under his weight. Only sheer determination got me going. I guess a little fear was mixed into that as well. We stumbled down the stairs as gently and quickly as we could. When we made it to the door to Sly’s office, I stopped to listen and nothing was coming from the other side. I poked my head through the door, and nothing was there. I hurried, paranoid that I had only limited time before they returned. I stole a glance into the desk and saw two envelopes full of money. MJ deserved his money and I sure as hell deserved mine, so I took both of them.

We made it to the street and eased into the dark of the back alley. I made sure we were at least a few blocks away before I stopped and set him down. I pulled some clothes out of my pack and slipped them on his body. He was still very out of it. Swollen face and hands were the only thing not covered up by the clothes, but those were easily explained away to anyone who asked.

I checked the envelopes of money and found over five thousand dollars in them, collectively. Mix that with my two and we’ve got a nice pot of cash. I figured that the small amount of money I had put in the investment account could easily be lost, so no big thing. I just wanted to leave this area and not return.

After a few minutes of rest, I picked MJ back up and we headed out again. There was a bus stop not to far from where we were and one was due to arrive soon. We got there with two minutes to spare. The bus got there, and I climbed on, looking more than a little tired and haggard. The driver looked at the two of us, curiously.

“We got mixed up with a gang of Chicanos,” I explained to him. It wasn’t a total lie. We did get mixed up with one, just not this evening.

“You’re lucky to be alive, son,” the man said. “Where to?”

I told him where, and he told me not to fret about the money for the ride. I insisted, and so did he. I gave in, as not to attract too much attention to the fact we had some money. I laid MJ down on the bench, with his head in my lap. As the bus sped up to leave, cutting its way through traffic, I began thinking about just how lucky we actually were to escape with our lives. Not to mention escaping with over seven thousand dollars to boot. Even I was impressed and had to suppress a smile. MJ moaned in pain at each turn of the bus, while I just looked after him. The driver just did his job and kept us on the road. He let us out at the same stop that I had left earlier that day, and I knew my way to Dave’s place. As I got there and opened the door, he was in the living room, pacing.

“Just where the hell…,” he started then saw me with MJ over my shoulder.

“I need some help, Dave,” I told him, and he rushed to my side.

We took MJ to the room and laid him on the bed. He stripped off the clothes I had haphazardly put on and saw the damage his body had gone through. I thought he was going to puke or something. He didn’t, so we both led him to the bathroom and cleaned his body off in the shower. MJ didn’t even so much as wake up.

I helped him bandage his wounds as he had done to me over a week ago. We then left him to sleep it off. He asked me about MJ and I told him everything. And I mean everything. I started from when I ran away from home and ended with this evening’s events. If he was going to be taking care of me and/or MJ, then he needed to know the truth about everything, even my real name.

“Well, Andrew, what should I call you, then?” he asked when I was finished.

“Well, ‘Tony’ is out, due to what just happened, and ‘Andrew’ is also out due to my parents. I always liked the name, ‘Dexter’.”

“’Dexter’ it is, then,” he said, and “Dexter” it has been to this day.

We went to sleep that night on the corner sectional. Both of us woke up as the sun was breaking into the room. Dave started making breakfast, while I checked on MJ in the bedroom. He was still asleep, so I let him alone.

“How is he?” Dave asked when I got to the kitchen.

“Still sleeping,” I answered him.

“Good. That’s what he needs the most. Help me with the eggs, please.”

As we were sitting down to eat the meal a noise came from the bedroom. I got up to investigate. MJ was sitting up, trying to get out of his bandages.

“Don’t do that, MJ,” I told him. He looked at me in shock.

“Tony?”

“You can call me ‘Dexter’, now. It’s a long story, MJ. Just know that you’re safe from Sly and your father here.” I sat down on the edge of his bed.

He nodded and laid back down. I asked him if he was hungry, and he nodded. I went and made him a plate of bacon and eggs with a glass of OJ. I fed it to him while he relaxed. He turned over and went back to sleep. I went back and Dave had made me a whole new batch of scrambled eggs. I ate and he headed to his studio.

I watched MJ for the rest of that day and made sure he was healing okay. I got us lunch at noon and he went right back to sleep. Dinner was more of the same. Dave and I crashed on the sectional again. The next day, MJ got up and moved around a little bit, feeling better as his strength returned. Over the next several days, MJ got stronger and stronger until the bandages finally came off.

We started calling him, “Daniel”, as the two of us could be considered at least fraternal twins. He also had us start calling him, “Uncle Dave”. He now had a handful on his hands with two ten year old boys.

Dave got his bedroom back while the two of us crashed at night on the corner sectional in the living room. We had to take our showers quickly so all of us could get some of the hot water. We made do over the course of time, but it was cramped in the small apartment. Dave talked about getting us into a house later on, but for now, this was going to have to do. Neither one of us complained.

It was becoming Christmas and Dave got us presents for the season. We actually went shopping for them. Daniel and I got him something that we knew he would like, also, spending some of our “movie money”, as we called it. As far as that goes, we decided to put seven thousand dollars of it into an investment account in our new names and keep the rest for ourselves to spend as we wanted.

As Christmas approached, Dave got us enrolled in school under our fake names to begin after the New Year. I wasn’t too keen on going back to school, and neither was Daniel, but it wasn’t up to us this time. We had made a deal with Dave to go to school, and we will.

Very early on Christmas morning, we got out our “present” for Uncle Dave and got ourselves ready. They were restraints for us. We put them on our wrists and ankles and tied them to the bedding of the sectional. My left arm and his right arm crossed over themselves, and the same with our legs. We put red bows on our butts with tags that read, “Merry Christmas, Uncle”. We both thought it was a novel way of showing our gratitude to him for all that he had done for us.

We heard him wake up and have his morning piss before coming into the living room. We snickered at what he was about to find in there. When he did walk in, he stopped and saw the sight before him. He sat down next to me and smiled at us.

“Look, boys, I appreciate the sentiment, but you don’t have to do this,” he said, cordially.

“We know, Uncle,” Daniel told him. I nodded.

“We want to,” I added.

“You’re sure about this?” he asked.

We both nodded.

“Time to open your presents, Uncle Dave,” Daniel told him. I looked and saw his cock had sprung to attention as he looked at both of us.

He took the ribbon that was wrapped around my butt and pulled the bow apart. My naked ten year old ass was opened and ready for him. He pulled on the ribbon that was around Daniel next, exposing his backside to the room as well. Dave ran his hands up and down our bodies for a while, treasuring “his presents” before taking them each in turn.

I felt the bed creek behind me as he mounted me first. I felt his dick at my sphincter muscle and began to bear down, to allow him to enter me for the first time. It passed the barrier with little resistance, due to my recent activities, but it did sting at first. I had to close my eyes to the pain as he made his entry. Once he was fully embedded inside me, he eased down to lie on my back.

“You okay?” he asked, and I nodded, but with my eyes still closed.

He put his arms under my armpits and snake them around to cross his hands behind my head before continuing. I felt him raise his hips up, and pull his cock out of me. With a smooth motion, he guided his cock back inside my rectum. He did that a couple of times without picking up any speed or adding any harshness to it.

“Harder, Uncle,” I told him from under his body.

He suddenly thrust his hips downward and shoving his cock back inside me. I hissed at the suddenness of it, but otherwise did nothing to stop him. He took up the act of really fucking me, then. He pumped my guts for everything he was worth. It was like being back in the filming room again or upstairs with one of the workers. My ass was taking a man’s cock, and I was loving the attention of it.

“UH! Harder!” I grunted out as he made a downward pump. He raised his body up and grabbed my hips as he sat back. That was when he really got into it and began to pummel me with every thrust.

He came a couple of minutes later, sending a sizable wad of jizm into my ass’s receptacle. I welcomed every drop he gave me. He sank back down on top of me, tired from the exertion. I just laid there and took in his body warmth and smiled. I opened my eyes and Daniel was looking at me with a smile on his face as well.

“You’ll get your turn, next,” Dave told him as he began to untie the wrist restraints from the bedding.

“Don’t move, Dexter,” he told me as he pulled his weakening cock out of my ass. “Try to hold all of it inside you.”

I squeezed my buttcheeks closed as tight as I could when I felt the tip of his cock pass out of me. He went under the tree and pulled a present out with my name on it. He told me to open it, and I did. It turned out to be a buttplug.

“Here, let me put it in,” he said as he took the rubber device from me. The tip touched my sphincter, and I clenched it closed, reflexively. He pushed harder and passed the piece of rubber into me. I grimaced as the widest point of it slipped into me, but otherwise, held my own with the event. He undid my ankle restraints from the bedding, but I didn’t remove any of them from my limbs.

Since it was Christmas, I didn’t bother getting dressed. With Daniel tied to the bed, I went to opening my presents. He had to wait, of course. I’m sure Dave was making him wait on purpose. Dave was obviously planning on something as he had bought us the buttplugs for presents.

The first present I opened that first Christmas was a studded collar with a lock. I put it on and handed Dave the key.

“You only wear that at home and when no one’s around, Dexter,” he told me sternly.

“I understand, Uncle.”

The second was a small device that I wasn’t familiar with. It had five rings attached to a line of leather. Each ring was a different size, starting at one size and decreasing to a very small ring at the end. It had a leather strap on the largest ring and the leather line. I didn’t have a clue what it was, so I asked Dave about it.

“That’s a chastity device, Dex,” he told me. “Here, let me show you.”

He had me stand up to put it on. He slipped by cock inside it and put the leather strap around my cock and balls. A lock was also added to the leather strap to keep it in place. I still was confused as nothing was causing any pain or discomfort or pleasure. He smiled and told me to try and get an erection.

I shrugged, still not getting the gist of this thing, but started thinking about Dave tying us down and fucking my ass as hard as he could. My cock started to grow and as it expanded, it filled the rings around it till it began to hurt. Then the pain began to grow as my cock was not being able to grow properly while the band of leather kept it from going upward. As I got harder, the pain continued. Now, I understood the attraction of this thing. While the pain grew, my cock began to weaken and soften again, lessening the pain. It was a paradoxal device.

“Now do you understand?” he asked. I nodded. “Good. You’re to wear this always; even to school.”

“What if we have gym class?” I asked, with my eyes wide open.

“Then make sure no one sees it,” he stated, matter-of-factly.

Those two were the only bondage things we got for that Christmas. Daniel got the same two things later. I also got a few pairs of clothes and a new pair of sneakers that I desperately needed. As I finished opening my last present, it was a chess set, Dave climbed onto the bed for his second Christmas present from us. I sat to Daniel’s right to watch the show.

Daniel squirmed under Dave’s touch as he ran his fingers lightly down the boy’s sides. His butt was played with next as his hand kneaded his gluttial muscles. I mild slap was delivered and Daniel yelped, but didn’t make a sound against him. I watched in increasing lust as Dave began to slick up Daniel’s butthole with his precum. My cock filled the chastity device and I began to feel the rings enclose painfully around it. As Dave speared Daniel’s behind, I had to roll over in pain as Daniel cried out in the same feeling.

It was sweet agony to watch what was happening. My cock was going through such torture, but I couldn’t help myself. I had to watch what was going on in my own bed. I tried to lessen it by thinking about something else while still watching my new brother get screwed royally. That didn’t even come close to working.

With both of us still in agony, for different reasons, Dave was having the time of his life. He went to town on Daniel’s asshole just as he did mine. Meanwhile, I was trying like hell to get my cock to go down, but it wasn’t listening. As normal, it seemed to have a mind of its own. Finally, as much as I wanted to stay and watch, I had to leave. My cock was just hurting that badly. To make matters worse, I still hadn’t cum from being fucked by Dave earlier.

I went into Dave’s room and put my hands over my ears. I could still hear a lot of what was going on in the living room. Both of them were now getting into it as Daniel’s cries of pain had changed to grunts of pleasure. He was beginning to moan for our uncle to nail him harder and harder. My cock was still in some severe pain as I was doing my best to make it go down, but was having limited success.

Finally, I heard Dave cry out and send his jizm flying into Daniel’s bowels. I had to still wait a few minutes for this hard-on to reduce. It also did go down, just as my uncle walked in the room.

“You okay, Dex?” he asked.

“Please take this thing off me, Uncle,” I pleaded with him.

He smiled and told me that he would, but not until tomorrow. Daniel walked in the room right after him with the same chastity device on as well as the studded collar. Dave left to get breakfast started, finally, and Daniel plopped down on the bed. I could see a buttplug stuffed in his ass also.

“It really hurts that bad?” he asked me.

I nodded. He smiled an evil smile at me. His mouth inched towards my crotch and I quickly closed my legs.

“Don’t you even think about it, asshole,” I told him and he snickered.

The rest of the day, I tried not to think about my cock being held captive in the device, but it was next to impossible. Every so often I would move the wrong way, and my cock would respond and try to stiffen, sending me into fits of agony. Daniel got the idea just how painful that thing was when the first time his cock responded also. He was rolling around on the floor, holding his crotch, trying to get it to deflate.

We had to wear all the bondage gear Dave had given us for Christmas the whole day. We even had to shower in them. The buttplugs also remained in our asses the rest of the day, keeping his jizm filling our bowels. As Daniel and I fell asleep that night, it was tough to get comfortable with everything still on or in us.

At one point, I was on my side, facing away from Daniel and I felt his arm drape over my side and hang down my body. I scooted back to feel him right behind me.

“I can’t sleep,” he whispered in my ear.

“Me neither,” I answered.

“Let’s get into bed with Uncle Dave,” he suggested. I nodded. We slipped out of bed and headed to the bedroom. Dave was sleeping soundly and we got on both sides of him as we eased onto his king-sized bed. He moaned in his sleep, but otherwise made no other sign that we were there.

With me on one side and Daniel on the other, we started to play with Dave’s body to see how far we could go before he woke up. My hand snaked down to his pelvic region and began playing with his hairy balls. Daniel used his tongue to lick his nipples and chest. Dave was starting to respond in his sleep, in spite of himself. His cock grew and his nipples hardened. Both Daniel’s and my cocks also began to respond, knowing what was going to happen when Dave woke up. As painful as my cock was going through now, I still was able to slip his erection into my mouth and begin sucking on him.

I had to be very careful not to bite down due to what my cock was experiencing. Dave woke up as my mouth went down on him for the third time.

“Having fun?” he asked.

“Uncle Dave, please take these things off our cocks,” Daniel pleaded with him yet again.

“I told you, Daniel; not until tomorrow,” he repeated for the third time that day.

“But, Uncle, it is tomorrow,” he told him. Even I looked to the clock. It read, “12:02 am”.

“So it is, Daniel,” he said and reached for the keys in his nightstand.

He unlocked Daniel’s first, then mine was removed as I stopped his felatio briefly. It felt like being let out of prison. Daniel resumed his licking and sucking of Dave’s smooth chest. As Daniel licked and sucked, he straddled him, sitting on his belly. I went back down on his cock to continue with what I was doing before the interruption. I saw Daniel’s buttplug sticking out at me and I reached up and began playing with it. He cooed a little from the stimulation.

Dave moved us into different positions. He rolled Daniel over and put him on his back to lie on the pillows. He pulled me up to suck on his small cock, sticking my butt in the air, and I knew what was to follow. I began sucking on “my brother” as Dave started playing with the buttplug he had put inside me eighteen hours previously. With a painful pull, the buttplug was removed. Daniel gripped my head harder as my teeth hit his cock, involuntarily, of course. I let up immediately.

The bed shifted and I felt Dave’s cock line up to my ass again. He gently slipped it inside me and I felt it go all the way inside. His hairy groin met my smooth ass as his cock was stuffed all the way in. I returned to sucking on Daniel’s cock while Dave tore into me again. I played with my own cock while getting everything done to Daniel at the same time.

Dave came inside me, spilling his seed into my guts, where it seems to belong, and we collapsed down onto Daniel after his orgasm. I was left hanging for a few minutes before Daniel decided to help me out and suck me off. We went to sleep after Dave replaced the buttplug in my ass.

The rest of the Christmas holidays were spent with some serious fucking. We usually slept in Dave’s bed with him at nights. There was more than enough room for the three of us and it was easier for him to do us while there. We usually spent a few hours each evening getting our asses fucked like crazy then tied up for the night. Collars, buttplugs, and chastity devices were all in place before we went to sleep each night. I hated those damn chastity rings when my cock grew. It tended to happen at night and I woke up with my cock on fire.

For New Year’s Eve, Dave had us tied up the entire night from about six o’clock on till the following day at about noon. Both Daniel and I were fucked twice that night and once more the following morning. Dave seemed to like giving us his “sperm enemas” for the night.

Dave was true to his word when school started. We both had to wear the chastity rings on our cocks and ball each day and for the first day, he fucked each of us again and put the plug inside us after his deposit. I think he wanted us to behave ourselves at school. The school Dave enrolled us in was a private school in the area. Uniforms had to be worn at all times. It was your basic school uniform with a white shirt, black pants, black tie (to be tied in a Double Windsor; no clip-on’s), black socks, and black dress shoes. I felt like a Jehovah’s Witness. One thing unusual was that no underpants or panties were to be worn to school; no exceptions.

The first day of school was the most awkward. Both Daniel and I were put into the same classes, thankfully, so it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. But it was difficult to trust anyone there. Some of the girls wore plain black collars around their necks. We just figured that it was a “style-thing” and ignored them. We did have gym classes with the other boys. That was when things got real weird.

Daniel and I looked at each other as we walked into the changing rooms. Both of us were as nervous as ever about these things on our cocks. It wasn’t bad when we changed into our gym clothes, as we could hide ourselves and change. Class was normal, with all of us playing basketball. It was when the teacher separated us into teams that we saw the first anomaly. When he told one side of our group to be “shirts” (us) and the other side to be “skins”, a boy took off his shirt to reveal flat clips on his nipples; painful ones.

“What have you done now, Cedric?” the teacher asked the boy.

“I forgot my homework, Coach,” he relented, shamefacedly.

The rest of the class snickered at him, but the coach shrugged his shoulders and turned back to the rest of us. He told us to play ball. Both Daniel and I were stunned by this turn of events, but we played ball with the others.

When it was over, we walked into the changing room. All of us stunk to high heaven and we needed showers. Daniel and I watched as each of the boys took of their gym clothes and headed into the showers with towels. That was another shock. All of them had something on their bodies. Several were wearing chastity devices like ours. Some others were wearing buttplugs inside their rectums. A few were wearing both. One boy was wearing a spreader attached to his testicles with a lock to keep it in place, plus both of the other two devices. Cedric still had the flat clips on his nipples but also sported a buttplug.

Daniel and I shrugged and stripped off our gym clothes also. As we walked in the showers, a redheaded boy walked over to us.

“So, the two of you like to fuck, huh?” he asked us, with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Huh?” I asked, stupidly.

“Only fuckers have to wear those things, man,” he said as if explaining one and one equals two.

By now, the others that were in the shower had turned towards us and the conversation with the redhead.

“Our uncle’s making us wear them,” Daniel explained to the kid.

“Well, it’s either fucking or getting fucked that’s landed you here, man,” he said and turned around to show off his buttplug. We showed him ours as well. He laughed. “Ouch,” he said with a friendly smile. “The name’s Bradly, but everyone calls me ‘Red’.” He stuck out his hand to me first and I shook it after introducing myself.

“Everyone’s got something done to them?” I asked as he and Daniel exchanged greetings.

“Yep. All of our parents like stuff like this. Your uncle, too?”

We nodded. He seemed to genuinely like us, but I learned on the street not to trust too many people. The rest of the time in the shower, Red stood next to us while he showered.

“You been to The Head’s office yet?”

We both shook our heads, no.

“You will soon,” he said, but didn’t smile. “The Headmaster likes to break in all the new kids. It makes sure that they don’t turn up in his office later. And you don’t want to turn up in his office later; trust me.”

“That bad?” I asked him.

“Worse,” he said, shaking his head to me as he rinsed off his freckled body.

“Okay, boys, let’s go in there,” we were interrupted by the coach shouting into the showers. He didn’t seem to be affected by the vision of more than twenty ten year old boys with bondage gear on their bodies.

We finished and dried ourselves off in a hurry. Both of us got dress, never minding whether someone saw us with rings around our cocks or not. We got to our next class and sat down. Red and a few others were there also. About halfway through the class, the speaker cracked to life.

“Mrs. Jones?”

“Yes?” she answered back.

“Is Daniel Vance in your class right now?”

“Yes he is,” she answered again, but this time with a slight knowing smile.

“Could you send him to Mr. Booker’s office, please?”

Daniel and I exchanged looks and he headed out of the room at the teacher’s nod. I looked to Red and he shrugged. It was coming, and he knew it. I knew it was coming also, but I hated that it was him that got it first. Daniel was still a little shaky from being tormented by his father and Jock. If I had gone first, then I could have prepared him for what was coming, but now it was a moot point.

I didn’t see Daniel the rest of the day until it was time to go home. I was walking to the front door when I heard my new name being called out. Daniel ran up next to me.

“So, what happened?” I asked him.

“I can’t tell you, but I can tell you this. Tomorrow will be a very interesting day for you.” He was positively ecstatic with joy. It wasn’t a reaction I was ready for.

I begged him for more information, but he said that I would pay a heavy price for knowing ahead of time what was coming. Talk about aggravating. The whole trip home on the bus was frustrating as he didn’t say another word to me about being with Mr. Booker. There was one thing I noticed, though. A small red mark was around his neck where his collar usually goes. I didn’t press it at the time.

We got home and Dave asked us about our day. We looked at each other and didn’t say a word. We just told him that we had homework for the evening.

That evening, Dave didn’t mess with either of us. We had dinner, did our homework, and he went to his bed while we went to bed in the sectional. I slept in fits thinking about the next day’s event coming up. I had the weirdest dream that my father was the headmaster of the school and he wanted me to go home with him. I woke up shaking my head to get the thought out of my mind.

The next morning, Dave left for his studio without fucking either of us before school. He told us to wait till I got home from school. Thoughts were assaulting my mind with regularity while the bus was caravanning us to the schoolhouse. The morning classes were more of the same as the day before. Daniel and I turned in our completed homework for good marks and we headed to gym class on schedule. We played dodgeball that day. Try getting hit in the crotch when you have a chastity device on. It hurts like hell, and that was the only place everyone was aiming for on those with devices. I got nailed about three times before the class was over with.

Red talked to us as we showered again, but this time about nothing special. The next class had me back on pins and needles just waiting for the call from the office. The intercom squawked to life about five minutes in.

“Could you send Dexter Vance to the office, please?” was the call.

Daniel patted me on the back as I left for the office. My footfalls echoed off the walls as I walked down the hall. Every step felt like it took forever. I made it to the main office room in about a half an eternity. The secretary motioned me through to The Head’s office.

“Have a seat, Dexter,” he said as I walked through the doorway.

He was an older man with a balding head still trying desperately to hang on to every strand of hair it could, but failing. He was still a little thin, with a middle that had a slight bulge to it. He sort of reminded me of the principal on “The Simpsons”. I sat down in the chair on the other side of his desk from him.

“How do you like our school so far, Dexter?”

“It’s okay, sir,” I answered back.

“Do you know why you’re here?” he asked, thumping his middle finger on his desk. I shook my head to tell him, no. “Well, as your brother probably alluded to, you’re here because I prefer to have an intimate session with all the new children at this school, as long as their parents give their permission.”

“What do you mean, sir?” I knew what he meant; at least I thought I did.

“Let me show you,” he said, standing up from behind his desk. “First, take off your shirt and tie, please.”

I did as he told me and stood before him with a bare chest. He told me to stay where I was and not move as he walked around me to the locker that was to my rear. I heard him open the doors and then walk up right behind me. He took my right wrist and put a leather restraint on it and did the same with the left. A collar was fit around my neck with a small chain hanging down from the back. Then he took both arms and twisted them around back and up between my shoulder blades to lock them to the chain. My hands could touch the top of my blades; they were pulled up so high. It was very uncomfortable, but not too painful. A leather strap was then wrapped around my elbows to keep my arms tighter together. The longer ends of the strap was pulled around my chest and pulled tight, keeping my arms against my body.

He had me sit back down in the chair as he walked back around to lean against the desk. My cock was fighting with the chastity rings, and the rings were winning. He watched me for a second or two and then bent down and took off my shoes and socks. He stood back up before addressing me again.

“You’re here today because I want to show you what will happen to you should you be sent to this office in the future, Dexter. Now, get up and follow me, please.” It wasn’t a kind request; it was order to be obeyed.

I stood up from the chair and followed him through the other door in the room. The room we went into was a very small room with curtains on the wall in front of us. He closed the door and turned on a dim light. The light shown its beams on the curtain. There was only one chair in the small rectangular room, and he sat down in it. He motioned for me to stand in front of him. A small control box was right beside him to the right. He touched a button and the curtains slid to the side, revealing a one-way mirror looking into another room.

The room I was looking into appeared to be a mini-torture chamber. It was littered with whips, floggers, canes, chains, straps, etc. It was empty when the curtains were pulled aside, but not for long.

A little girl was led into the room, already crying. She looked like she was about seven or eight years old. She had long, blond hair tied up into a ponytail. Her reddened eyes were a nice blue and she had a pert nose that helped set off a nice slender face. A few freckles were spattered high on her cheeks.

The deputy head was leading her into the room. She, on the other hand, was not anywhere close to the word, “small”. Not to mention athletic, she was also stern-looking and very intimidating. Her brown hair was pulled up into a tight bun and she had the hardest grey eyes I had (or have) ever seen. She would literally put the fear of God into you with just a stare. Her breasts were large and filled out her suit without a problem. Her hips were slightly wide, but still trim.

She took off her jacket as the two walked into the room and hung it on the coat rack just inside the door. Her already impressive body was even more impressive without the coat on. She wasted no time with the little girl.

“Strip, girl,” her voice came to us in the blackened room through a speaker in the wall.

The small, frightened girl didn’t bother to argue, but did as she was told. Her school uniform was shed to the floor, piece by piece until she stood before the matronly woman, totally nude, save a small chastity device of her own. It covered her small vagina and butthole through her legs. A strap around her waist was what held it into place. The girl tried to cover her nipples with her hands, but the deputy wouldn’t allow that. She smacked the girl’s hands down with a small whip from the wall. The terrified girl had to just stand there and await orders.

The deputy wasn’t in the mood for any time wasting, so she pulled the girl to the far wall and secured her to it. Ropes tied to wrist and ankle restraints held her spread-eagled to the wall.

While the deputy head was securing the girl, Mr. Booker was undoing my pants. He lowered them down to my ankles and whispered to me to step out of them. I knew better than to say anything to the contrary. My confined cock sprang outward as my slacks passed it. He pulled me back to him and I felt his bare skin. I was so engrossed in the scene on the other side of the mirror; I failed to notice him as he stripped.

He pulled me onto his lap and I felt his hardness between my buttcheeks. He rubbed it up and down my crack before lining it up to me. For a kind of skinny man, his cock was much larger than I expected. I grimaced as he slid me down to sit on him fully. I had to widen my legs to ease the pain a little, so I put them on the outside of his. When he had impaled me fully, he didn’t begin to fuck me, as I expected. He just had me sit there before doing anything else.

He reached around and mercifully took off the chastity device. It didn’t occur to me to ask where he got the key from. The next thing I felt was his hand over my mouth as clips were applied to both of my hard nipples. I knew why he covered my mouth; I screamed at the pain from them. I tried to dislodge the painful clips from my nipples, but he had put them on way too well; they were going nowhere.

“Quiet down, Dexter,” he whispered in my ear.

I knew better than to ask him to take them off me. He pointed my attention back to the torture chamber and the little girl. She was now strapped to the wall, and awaiting her punishment from the deputy head.

The woman grabbed a paddle from the wall and took up her place next to the girl. She pulled back and let it fly across her bare buttocks. The girl screamed into the room, but counted the strike as, “One!” Another strike from the woman and another count from the screaming girl. Each time the deputy hit her, she hit her right on a wide area of the chastity belt. That part covered the girl’s anus. I erroneously thought that the wide spot just covered the small hole and did nothing else.

The deputy head laid a total of twenty-five pelts on her bare butt before stopping. She laid the paddle aside and took up a thin snappy whip. She brought that down across the girl’s bare buttocks a total of twenty-five times also. The babbling girl was begging for the torment to cease the entire time the deputy hit her, but until the full count was reached, it didn’t stop. I saw a lot of crisscross lines etched into her skin when the woman replaced the whip.

During the time of the girl’s paddling and whipping, Mr. Booker reached around and began stroking my straining erection. I came with a shudder as the last of the paddle hit the girl and two times during the whipping. I wasn’t sure I could continue with The Head’s “lesson”, but I wasn’t in charge of this.

When the deputy head laid the whip down, she walked back over to the girl and unbuckled the chastity belt from around her waist. As it fell free, I saw that each of the wide spots that covered both her cunny and her anus actually had rubber dildos that had been inserted inside the young girl. I was shocked as I saw that, and Mr. Booker smiled at my reaction.

“Most girls wear those, here, Dexter,” he told me while still stroking my softened peter back to stiffness. He was working on getting a fourth orgasm from me by now. But his cock was still hard and hadn’t cum for the first time, yet. The man had staying power.

“What about the black collars, sir?” I asked, trying to take my mind off my hurting nipples.

“You’ll see,” he said.

I looked back in the room to see the deputy take her silk skirt off and lay it aside. Her hose were being held up by a garter belt and she wasn’t wearing any panties. I saw her full bush for the first time as she turned back to the girl and walked to her. She made a gentle pass with her fingernails across the red marks on the girl’s butt as she walked by her. The girl shivered at the light touch.

The deputy head took a belt off the wall holding a rubber cock on one side. On the other side of the cock was a smaller one. I watched her strap the belt around her waist and position the smaller rubber cock inside her thick bush of pubic hair. The larger one jutted out like a man’s erection. It must have measured about seven or eight inches long.

“What do you say, little one?” she asked the whipped little girl when she got behind her.

“Thank you for my punishment, Mistress,” she said in a gasp.

“And?” The deputy asked, putting the tip of the rubber cock between the girl’s legs.

The girl muttered something under her breath, but I couldn’t hear it. Neither did the deputy, apparently.

“Louder, girl, or I’ll get the cane again,” she threatened.

“Please fuck my naughty cunt, Mistress,” she repeated louder. Even I wasn’t convinced.

“Not very convincing, little one. I don’t think you really want it. I think you want another round with the cane.”

“NO, Mistress, please. I really do want you to fuck me.” The girl was now begging severely not to have another go-round.

“Too late, girl,” she said, pulling away from the bawling little girl.

She didn’t pick up the whip or the paddle. She picked up a thin wooden stick and laid that across the girl’s butt until it broke at the sixteenth strike. She got another one to round off at twenty-five.

Mr. Booker had stroked me to my fourth orgasm right after the twentieth time with the cane. His hard cock was still inside me and not moving. The woman replaced the cane where the first one was and walked back over to her subject.

“Now…?” she prompted the frightened child.

“Please, Mistress, fuck my nasty cunt hole. I need it.”

“That’s better, girl. Much better.”

The rubber cock was replace between the small girl’s legs and the woman moved her hips forward. I didn’t hear a word of complaint from the bound child, so I figured that the girl was used to having this done to her. I was wrong again. The woman backed up her hips and aimed the cock properly from around the girl’s waist. Apparently, she had missed the first time. Whether it was intentional or not, I didn’t know, but she didn’t slip and miss the second time.

The poor girl screamed as the cock sliced into her. It was then that Mr. Booker stood me up, turned the two of us around, and bent me over the seat he had just vacated. I could actually feel the warmth of his body heat on the cushion of the chair. As I heard the girl scream more in the room, I felt the cock inside me begin to pump my guts.

The poor girl in the room continued to get hammered by the deputy while The Head grabbed my hips for his fuck as well. One of his hands snaked around and stroked my cock again. His stamina was to be commended. After then whole time of being inside me, he still was taking a long time to cum. Meanwhile, I heard the deputy shout in rapturous joy as her first climax hit her. And by the sound of the little girl, the woman was not stopping with just one.

Mr. Booker and I came at the same time. Actually, I came again just before him, but the tightness of my asshole clenched down to get him over the edge as well. The woman in the room came twice more as we were recovering in the viewing room. Whether the whipped girl came or not, I didn’t know.

Mr. Booker pulled me up to stand before pulling out of my ass, but he did pull out and replace my own buttplug inside me to keep his jizm in place. He turned me around and face him. I reached down and licked his cock of his jizm without him saying a word. I looked up and saw him smile as I cleaned him.

When I was done with that, he let me see what was happening in the room beyond the glass. The little girl was let down from her bonds and she collapsed to the floor on her side. The deputy scolded her and ordered her to stand. She did as she was told, but it was on shaky legs and groaning from the pain her backside was enduring.

A simple black collar was put around her neck and locked in place. The deputy grabbed her by the collar and led the girl to her clothes.

“Get dressed and go to the nurse’s room. You only have a few minutes before last bell, so hurry, you little slut.”

The frightened little girl nodded and went about doing what she was told. Mr. Booker led me from the dark room and back into his office. He grabbed his clothes and my pants on the way out and slipped on his trousers when we stepped into his space. The nipple clips were removed and I grimaced as the blood rushed back to them. I grimaced even more as my arms were released from their moorings. I kept shaking them to get the blood to return. He removed the collar that was around my neck to replace it in the closet as well.

Mr. Booker sat in his seat after replacing his shirt, shoes and socks. I was still having trouble getting my arms to work properly as he spoke to me.

“Now, Dexter, that was a punishment session,” he said.

“What did she do wrong, sir?”

“She hit another girl in the hall yesterday.”

“Is that why she has to wear the collar?”

“Good eye, Dexter. Your brother didn’t see that from his learning session yesterday,” he mused with a smile. “As far as your question, yes. And she’ll have to wear it for a week’s time. During that time, any teacher has the privilege to do what they want to her; no questions asked.”

“Wow,” I whispered, more to myself than to him. He smiled.

“Now, go ahead and get dressed. Deputy Larson was correct; you only have a few minutes before the final release bell.”

I nodded and started getting dressed again. I asked a question as I was putting my chastity rings back on. It hit me about the key.

“How did you get the key to my chastity device, sir?”

“Your uncle gave me a copy, Dexter. It is required for all parents and guardians to give us copies of keys to chastity devices and belts. Also to any collars or other devices used on the students here. Most students do not wear collars from home; the teachers tend to get the wrong impressions.”

I smiled at that as I could see why they would. I was just putting my second shoe on as the final bell rang. He handed me my pack and I left his office, having a respect for the institution.

I found Daniel as we headed for the buses. We smiled at each other as we boarded.

“How was it?” he asked as we sat down.

“Very satisfying,” I told him.

We rode the rest of the way home in silence. Dave had us do our homework before dinner, and made sure it was done. That evening, Dave had a surprise for us after dinner.

“Now that the school’s broken both of you in properly, it’s my turn at some more fun with you two,” he told us with obvious relish. He had us strip both the dinner table and ourselves. He went to the bedroom for his “toys” and then returned as we were discarding the last vestiges of our clothing.

Our arms were seized and pulled behind our backs. Each wrist was tied to the opposite elbow by a wrist restraint and strap around the elbows. Our collars were put around our necks and another strap was tied from the collar to our forearms. We were led to the table and folded over the opposite end from each other. Both of us were bent over the table, placing our butts in the air and our cocks against the wood of the table. Both of our feet were off the ground, also.

Another strap connected to the back of our collars, linking them together. This trap was passed over the light hanging from the ceiling over the center of the bed and tightened just enough to raise our heads and chests off the table. Then Dave brought out the clips. One clip was added to each of our nipples. This was painful enough without him continuing. A line was started from Daniel’s left nipple clip and strung to my left one, then to his right one and back to my right one, finishing with the one he had started with. He made several circuits with the thin wire until the whole spool was used.

Our ankles were spread apart and tied to the legs of the table with straps and leather restraints. Dave then took a wire and attached it to the smallest chastity ring on my cock and strung it under the table to Daniel and did the same thing. He pulled it tight till both of us were groaning. He did something else under the table to the line that I couldn’t see, but reappeared from under it shortly. A ball gag was stuffed in both of our mouths before Dave really got started on us.

He lined up to Daniels’ left side with a paddle and swung it hard against his ass. I heard the smack even though I tried like hell not to. Daniel screamed into the gag as loud as he could. Another smack and scream was added to the sounds of the room. Daniel started squirming around and I felt a tug on my cock as he did so. I was already in pain from that stupid device as well as the clips on my nipples and I didn’t need him to add to it.

A total of twenty smacks of the paddle were delivered to Daniel’s upturned ass. Then it was my turn, as expected. I closed my eyes to the inevitable pain. It was worse that I expected. Even Jock wasn’t this rough with me. Dave swung that thing as hard as he could during each of the swats of that paddle. At the twentieth one, my ass felt like it had been lit on fire.

Dave walked around and began playing with the line connecting our nipple clips. Both of us squirmed like crazy under that manipulation until he quit. He was definitely turned on and needed to relieve himself with one of us. My buttplug was removed and I felt some of Mr. Booker’s semen leak out right after it. I hadn’t had a bowel movement yet to remove any of it. I was a little embarrassed by having Dave see it, but it didn’t bother him in the least.

His cock replaced the plug, of course, and he shoved it all the way inside with one motion. My cock was really being tormented against the tabletop as well as the link to Daniel’s cock device. As he pushed into me, the line tightened somehow, pulling my cock under the table more. He gripped my hips as the real fucking began. I even felt his balls slap mine as he drove into me harder and harder. Thankfully the table was bolted down because he was tearing into me with the ferocity of a charging bull.

Finally, Dave tightened and sent seed flying into my bowels for the second time that day. He pulled his waning cock out of my ass and replaced the buttplug. He didn’t let me down from the table, though. I was aching from the paddling, and my cock was hurting from the torment he was doing without doing anything. Not to mention what my nipples were going through.

Dave left us to watch some TV while he recovered his strength for Daniel. We waited. That was all we could do. The minutes seemed like hours in the bondage we were in. Once in a while, one of us would try and shift, but otherwise all we could do was hang there and wait for the next round. Dave put a tape into the VCR and I recognized it as the tape I had made with Larry and Jock when he had taken my asshole for the first time. I didn’t know where he found that, but my embarrassment grew.

I had to endure listening to the sounds I had made when Jock deflowered me for the first time. I remembered having Larry’s cock down my throat at the same time Jock nailed me from behind. Having Dave watch that was even more torment than when it actually happened to me. But I couldn’t do anything in my current condition to stop it from playing. He rewound the tape and started it again when he was ready for Daniel.

It was about half an hour or so later when Dave walked up behind Daniel with a stiff dick, ready for action. With an audible “pop”, the buttplug was twisted out of Daniel’s bottom and Dave shoved his cock inside. With each thrust, my cock was feeling the pull of the wire on my cock’s chastity device and small bits of pain hit me. Daniel grunted hard into the ball gag as Dave speared him and did his best to hold on during the hard reaming he was getting. Sounds of both Daniel getting fucked in front of my very eyes and me getting it on the TV filled the small place.

In between some thrusts, Dave spanked the boy’s asscheeks just for good measure. It took infinitely longer for our “uncle” to cum this time, but he did after several animalistic thrusts. Daniel bore the brunt of the more brutal fuck, but both of us did get it that evening. As with me, Dave pulled out of Daniel’s backside and replaced the buttplug to give him a sperm enema as well.

“Good night, boys,” he said with another slap to Daniel’s buttocks.

We grunted like crazy when he turned the light off and headed to bed. Both of us didn’t want to stay like this all night. But, we were going to. The minute we heard his head hit the bed, we knew we were in for a long, long night. Both of us tried desperately to get into some kind of comfortable position, but it was useless. Neither Daniel nor myself got any sleep that night and it seemed to drag on and on forever.

The next morning came with a cloudy sky and a little rain. Dave walked in and had breakfast in the kitchen long before freeing the two of us from the table. I don’t know about Daniel, but I was beginning to wonder if he was ever going to let us down. He finally took everything off us, and we both collapsed to the tabletop in sheer exhaustion.

“Get your showers taken and hurry up for school,” he barked at us.

We nodded and headed to the bathroom. We showered together, but didn’t do any thing but get clean. We did, however, clean each other, like normal. We got a quick breakfast and headed to the bus for school. Both of us talked about what had happened overnight and neither of us were happy about it. There was no point to having us tied up like that and get no sleep.

That whole day was like a fog to both of us. I barely even remember it. I think Red talked to us again in the shower, but nothing else. I do remember seeing the little girl that was in the torture room the day before. I found out her name was Sara, and she was eight years old in the third grade. She was walking a bit different that day.

Both of us decided to talk to Dave when we got home and tell him not to have us like that all night. I don’t mind getting tied up, even in the extreme position that we were in, but all night was not going to work. Daniel and I were extremely tired that afternoon, but we managed to do our homework before Dave got home. When he did arrive, I took the lead in the conversation.

“Uncle Dave, can we talk to you, please?” I asked him as he walked through the door.

“Sure, Dexter, but first both of you take those clothes off,” he said, reaching into the bag he was carrying.

“No,” I told him, flat-out.

“No?” he asked, with a raised eyebrow.

“Look, Dave, we came here because you treated me very well. Now you’re acting like all the others at the filming studio and the bangers that raped me. We’re tired of being objects to fuck. If you can’t give us what we need instead of just fucking us, then we’re leaving.”

“Then leave, Dexter,” he said without emotion.

I turned to Daniel and we shrugged. Both of us grabbed our packs that we had done earlier and headed to the door. I opened it and we were just about to step through when Dave called to us.

“Wait, boys,” he said, and not so full of himself, but deflated.

We looked at each other and turned back. He was looking at us differently.

“Okay, what do you want?” he asked with his hands out.

I shut the door and we turned back around to him. Both of us walked to stand behind the corner sectional’s back that was closest to the door. Daniel took over from there for a while.

“We want to be loved, not just fucked, Dave. You treated us very good in the beginning, but lately all you want to do is fuck us. Last night you left us tied up to the kitchen table all night long. We couldn’t even concentrate on our schoolwork today.”

“You told us that if we stayed here that we had to go to school, right?” I asked. Dave nodded. “Is that just because the school you chose has teachers that torture and fuck their students or was it that you cared about us?”

“I care about you guys,” he choked out, and tears were starting to well up in his eyes.

“Then please treat us better,” Daniel answered him.

“We’re not saying that we don’t want to get tied up or anything like that, or have fun like that, but you haven’t been concerned about anything since we started school except fucking us.” I threw into the conversation.

“You’re right, boys. I’m sorry. Please stay with me.”

It was an honest plea and Daniel and I looked at each other, trying to decide whether or not he was being totally truthful. In the end, we decided to remain with him. We got some much needed rest that evening and headed to school the next day.

The next day was not bad. Dave didn’t mess with us, sexually, but actually held us and cuddled with us on the couch. We slept with him and he let us sleep.

The next day was Friday, and we decided to lay down some ground rules for our fun with Dave.

“Uncle Dave?” Daniel asked him that evening as we were clearing the table.

“Yeah, Daniel?”

“Can we talk for a few minutes, please?”

“Sure. Fire away.”

“Well, Dexter and I have been talking and we would like to keep having fun with you and the ‘toys’ you’ve bought us, but we need to set some limits.”

“Well, that sounds fair,” he said, turning his full attention to us.

“Okay,” he said, pulling out the piece of paper that we had written them down on earlier from his pocket. “Rule one; no more overnight stuff during the week or Sunday nights.”

“Fair enough,” he commented.

“Rule two,” he said as if he wasn’t interrupted, “is no more spankings unless we’ve done something wrong.”

“Okay, go on,” he said, still listening.

“And rule three; no one tapes us and Dexter wants to know where you got the video of him and the two men.”

“That’s you?!” he asked and I nodded. “Wow, I didn’t know that was you, Dexter.” He did seem genuinely shocked.

“If you’re lying, we’re leaving right now, Dave,” I threatened.

“I’m not lying, Dex. I didn’t know that was you.”

I was satisfied with his answer. He told me he got it from an underground source that was needing to get rid of the video. I wasn’t sure I totally believed him on that, but we stayed anyway. Let him have the secret for now.

That night, Dave suggested some fun for us in his bed. We agreed.

We were tied up in a 69 with me on the bottom and with my head closest to the head board of the bed. Dave snuck himself under me and penetrated my ass from underneath while Daniel was still on top with his mouth around my cock. Mine was sucking his also. Our limbs were tied together at the wrists, ankles, knees and elbows, and stretched to the corners of the bed. Four more bands were tied around our shoulders, securing them to the opposite’s hip joints.

He did fuck me, of course, but he also seemed to make me feel better about it. It was almost as if he was making love to me. Whatever it was, I was liking it.

After cumming, he didn’t bother moving his body or removing his cock from my asshole. The three of us fell asleep as we were. It started a whole new chapter in our fun. It was beginning to be built on mutual respect for each other.

Over the next couple of months, Dave became more and more a true uncle to us. He cared about us and what we did with our time. Homework for school was homework. We saw several students with collars on from time to time. Many times, they were missing from different classes. Probably getting a hole fucked by a teacher or staff member.

I remember one time going to the nurse’s office and finding a little girl with her head buried in the nurse’s snatch. I had to wait for the nurse to finish cumming before she could take care of my headache for me. Another time, a kindergarten-age boy was going to town on a secretary’s muff under the desk. I saw him come out from under it and leave after she was done with him.

Neither Daniel or I got into trouble until April of that year. We were in the shower and one of the boys, who was already wearing a collar at the time, grabbed Daniel from behind and tried to bend him over to fuck him. Daniel elbowed him in the ribs and I jumped him from behind before he could recover. Daniel took to punching him in the stomach while I held his arms. All the others were chanting, “fight, fight, fight”. It was loud enough to drown out the sound of a tornado, so the coach ran into the shower to see the problem. He of course drew the wrong conclusion as he saw the two of us ganging up on this one kid.

We were led, as is, to the office. There were some people in the hall, several staring and snickering as all three of us were being taken to the office in our birthday suits. Not to mention that both Daniel and I were wearing chastity devices on our cocks and the other kid had his collar on his neck (it was to remain on, no matter the shower).

“What’s going on here?” The Headmaster asked as the coach shoved us through his doorway. I’m sure the sight of three naked, wet boys was a welcomed one, but it didn’t take an Einstein to know something was wrong.

“I found these two,” pointing at us, “ganging up on this one,” pointing to the other kid, the coach told him.

We tried to tell him our side of the story, but he just held up his hand for silence. We got quiet quickly.

“I don’t care about the ‘why’s’, boys. Fighting is strictly prohibited here and will not be tolerated.” Then he turned to the other boy. “I believe that this is something new for you, Martin. Two trips to the punishment room in as many days.”

The boy tried to plead his case as well, saying that it was all our fault, but that went as far as our plea did. After Martin shut up, Mr. Booker addressed all three of us.

“Monday,” he started as it was Friday at the time, “all three of you will be in the punishment room for the duration of the day.” All three of us moaned at that. “Now, now, we won’t have any of that. As there are three of you, it will take all day to administer punishment. Also, Martin, you will wear that collar for three weeks starting Monday.” The boy groaned in defeat at that point. He turned back to us again. “The two of you will wear the collars for only a week, starting Monday.”

He sent Martin to the nurse’s office to get checked out and the two of us back to finish our shower and get dressed. People were leaving classes now and the halls were full of kids. We asked if we could wait till it was empty, but we got a real hard look from him and did as we were told.

Other kids pointed and laughed as we made our way back to the gym’s locker rooms. My butt actually got pinched by a fourth grade girl named Tracy. She got this sly smile as I turned to see who did it. She was cute, though, but I had to get to the showers and get my clothes so I didn’t exactly stay and chat.

We made it to the lockers none too worse for wear and finished our showers. Thankfully, we only had lunch next and headed in that direction for a very quick bite of food. Everyone kept staring at us the rest of the day, knowing what we were in for on Monday. Even Red looked at us like we were on death row, headed for the chair. The ride home was not any better.

We told Dave what happened and what was going to happen on Monday. He sympathetically understood our plight and didn’t mess with us all weekend long. We did sleep with him in his bed, though.

Dave had been looking throughout the past few months for something larger that the three of us would like in a new home, and had been less than successful. He also didn’t want to leave the area with this “great” school system. He found a nice place in the area that was actually a nice sized house we could afford that weekend. He was happy, but the two of us were still worried about Monday. We did indulge him a little and went to see the house. Both of us liked it as well as Dave.

Monday snuck around the corner and had me and Daniel heading to school. We saw Martin immediately as we got to the front door of the school.

“Look, Daniel, I’m sorry for what I did in the showers,” he said, looking downcast.

“Apology accepted,” Daniel told him.

“I guess we should go get this over with,” I said to the two of them. We all three sighed and headed to our very long day.

The office was packed full as we walked in the doors. The secretary told us that the deputy would see us in a few minutes. We waited for a few minutes before she showed up. It was like someone was stabbing knives in my side while we waited. I wasn’t sure which was worse; the wait or the room. At the time, my vote went to the wait.

“Follow me, boys,” she said as she strolled through the room.

We got up and followed her obediently into her office. She sat down behind her desk and we plopped into the chairs on the other side. She had three files on her desk; two of them were thin and only held one sheet of paper each. The third was significantly thicker and had several pieces of paper in it. She opened the third folder belonging to Martin first.

“Well, well, Martin. This is a new step for you. I didn’t expect to see you back so soon, especially after the last time you were here.”

Martin looked like the world had come to an end. His whole demeanor had changed since Friday. The deputy, Ms. Larson, then turned her attentions to the two of us.

“I know the two of you are here because of this one,” she said, motioning to Martin and then continuing. “But that doesn’t excuse a student, or students, from fighting.”

“But, Mistress, he was trying to rape my brother,” I explained to her.

“Yes, Dexter, I know that. I have read The Headmaster’s report, and I don’t doubt you for a minutes. Martin’s been a problem since he got here. Hopefully we can straighten that out before his behavior gets too bad.

“However, you do not take matters like this into your own hands. You should have gotten Coach Grabble to stop it.”

I hadn’t thought of that.

“Now, Headmaster Booker has requested that the three of you remain with me for the day, and I concur with that. But I will be lenient with the two of you this one time, for two reasons. One; that you were sticking up for your brother and defending him. And two; that this is your first time in the punishment room since you arrived here, and that says a lot.

“Now, let’s get this unpleasant business started and behind us, shall we?” She had a smile on her face, but her eyes were telling a different story. But it wasn’t me or Daniel that had to really be afraid of her; it was Martin.

We slowly got out of our seats and she had us strip our clothes off right then and there. Her door was unlocked, but no one came in it while we were there, not that it mattered much. Everyone knew what was going to happen when a person went to see Deputy Larson.

Once stripped, we were led into the punishment room that was in between her office and The Head’s office. As we entered, I noticed Martin wasn’t wearing a chastity device or a buttplug, which I thought was unusual. Looking back on it, he wasn’t wearing anything on Friday, either. She closed the door after us, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Headmaster Booker had someone on the other side of that mirror.

Daniel and I were strung up against the wall like little Sara was. Martin was strung up spread-eagled in the center of the room, exposing every part of his anatomy to the deputy.

Daniel’s right wrist was secured to the wall with the same strap as my left and the same went with our ankles. Our buttplugs were removed and two sizable rubber dildos replaced them. Ms. Larson started the paddling with Daniel first. Twenty-five hard smacks with the paddle to his butt and the dildo up his ass had him screaming. His voice was hoarse as he counted the final swat.

Then it was my turn. She went to my right and began swinging the paddle. Her strength had not waned an ounce. Each swat of that paddle drove the dildo into my asshole harder and harder. After each one, it would slide out a little, due to my anal muscles trying to expel it, but her paddle drove it back inside. My cock was also being tormented against the wall with each swat and the chastity rings. She finished with her first round of swats to me and turned her attention to Martin. We had only been in the room for an hour so far, but it felt like longer.

Daniel and I were able to turn our heads enough to see what Ms. Larson was going to do to Martin. He was already begging before she began.

“I told you what was going to happen to you if you should appear back in my office again this year, Martin, so you can only blame yourself.”

He whimpered, but the deputy head was not in the mood to hear any more of it from him and a ball gag was shoved roughly into his mouth. The straps were linked in the back of his head, effectively shutting out a lot of noise he would have made.

She walked away from him after the gag was secured and got something we couldn’t see from our vantage point. She walked back over and we saw what it was; a white box. I saw her open it and inside was a neat row of pins and needles. Martin also saw it and began to struggle to get away from it; like that would help.

The deputy pulled one out and approached his chest. She played with his right nipple first to get it firmed up before driving it through the tit. All I can say, is thankfully he was gagged. Blood flowed down his chest a little when she walked away from him. He was still screaming into the gag when she came back with the second pin. She skewered the same nipple going perpendicular to the first pin, so that the two pins looked like a small plus sign. She repeated the procedure with the other nipple.

I saw small lines of blood run down Martin’s chest as he whimpered in pain. The deputy head took a small break, to allow the boy a rest before going on with more of the torment. When she started again, she took a needle from the box and took aim at his groin. She reached between his legs and pulled his scrotum down with one hand and pierced the gonad with a needle in the other. More muffled screams filled the room as she drove it all the way through the skin to make sure the scrotum kept the invasive piece of metal embedded. She put a total of four needles into each small scrotum before stopping.

Now blood was dripping from between his legs when she took her next break from him. She turned back to the two of us while letting Martin “rest”. She took off her skirt and blouse and walked over to the side. I knew what was coming next; one of the three of us was getting her strap-on dildo. I saw her put on the belt with the double cock around her waist and advance on me.

“Your brother got the paddling first, and you’re getting to satisfy me first, boy,” she told me as she walked up behind me. She greased the fake cock with one hand and slid it up and down the crack of my ass before putting to the entrance to my back door.

I wasn’t even a bit prepared before she shoved it inside and I had to bite down hard to keep from screaming my lungs out. She noticed my ability to handle what she had given me.

“You must be used to this, boy. Most boys cringe when they see this.” She was right behind me when she spoke, and I could feel her breasts behind the bra press against my back.

“Yes, Mistress,” remembering what Sara called her.

That confirmation was all it took for her to begin fucking me with that thing. She pushed off me and began. Unlike a real cock that can move and adjust, this one just tears and was unyielding. Another difference was that I could tell when it was over with by the fact that a man’s cock would normally deflate. The deputy’s fake one was going to last until she was finished with me.

That piece of rubber sliced into me for what seemed like an eternity before she was finished. I counted her orgasms in my mind while she came, at least until I lost count at about seven.

Finally, my shagging was over and she staggered away from me. She left the room for a bit to have a real break in her office, grabbing her skirt and blouse on the way out. The only sounds in the room were Martin’s whimpers from behind me and Daniel.

“You okay?” he asked me.

I nodded weakly. He was about to say something else, but I shook my head, slightly and he stopped. I figured that someone was watching and the less any of us talked; the better. All three of us hung there for a while before Ms. Larson returned. She was dressed again and went straight to Martin.

He cringed as she stroked his cheek with the back of her fingernails. She turned around and retrieved a jar of ointment. I didn’t know what it was until she opened the lid. Once the strong smell assaulted my nostrils, I knew it was sports cream. She dolled out a healthy bit on her two fingers and smeared in along the length of his dick. She continued to scoop out the cream until his entire dick and balls were covered in it. She moved up to cover his pierced nipples next.

Martin sighed briefly as the cream made contact, but after a while he began to fidget. The deputy head stood back to watch the cream take effect and smiled when the fidgeting turned to squirming. The smile grew as his squirming grew to thrashing. It was wasted effort, of course, but he couldn’t help himself. His whole crotch and chest were on fire by this time.

When she was satisfied with the amount of pain he was in, she took her skirt and blouse off again and replaced the belt with the fake cocks. I figured Daniel was next, but I was wrong. She rubbed the sports cream along the length of the larger cock and stood behind Martin. All of us knew what was going to happen next. She held onto him by his hips as she lined the rubber cock up to her intended victim’s asshole.

With no way of stopping her, Martin took the full force of the deputy’s cock in one single hard thrust. She didn’t bother to make it easier on the boy. Even though he had been screaming almost nonstop, his voice found the strength for another impressive shriek. The deputy head fucked his ass with that cock until she was totally satisfied again, and that was following six more climaxes.

She didn’t fuck him like she did with me. It was just a straight fuck. With me, she had her arms wrapped around me at times, feeling my immature chest. But with Martin, she just fucked the shit out him like he was some fucktoy. It was totally impersonal and cold.

When she was finished, she pulled the cock out of his bruised ass and wiped it down with a paper towel. His asshole was now also leaking blood mixed with sports cream. Before leaving us again, she dolled out a healthy amount and smeared it up his buttcrack.

“I’ll be back after lunch, boys,” she said, grabbed her skirt and blouse and left the room.

So, we were left in our misery again. Martin was way more miserable than either of us, but my ass was still burning a little from her dildo. We hung in the room for an hour, but it felt like six. When she returned, she had three glasses of water and three sandwiches. She fed the two of us that were against the wall, and then turned to Martin.

“I’m going to take your gag out of your mouth, boy. And if you make so much as one peep about anything, I will replace it and leave you hungry. Got it?” She was looking him right in the eyes when she talked to him.

He nodded and she took the ball gag out, but not off. All she did was lower it to sit around his neck. True to his word, he kept his mouth closed about complaining while she fed him. When she was finished feeding Martin, the ball gag was replaced and she stripped off her blouse and skirt again. The strap-on was wrapped around her waist and she walked up behind Daniel for another round of boy-fucking.

He took it as well as I did, impressing her with him as well. She shagged him for a longer time than she did me, coming at least ten times before stopping. Her knees were beginning to weaken, now. I’m sure she was getting worn out with all this pleasure she was receiving. She did do the same with Daniel as she did with me and used her hands more on his body. I thought I saw his body shiver in a small orgasm of his own.

When she was finished with Daniel, she released us to the floor. We collapsed, trying to get some strength back in our limbs after being hung on a wall for over five hours. She let us take our time before barking more orders at us.

“I was told by The Headmaster that the two of you like to pleasure each other,” she said as we stood.

Daniel and I looked at each other, shocked that she knew this. The only way she, or The Head, would have known was if Dave told them. She laughed at the look on our faces.

“Your Uncle David told us on the application sheet. It was required, so don’t think he betrayed any confidences or anything. So, by the looks on your faces, I was right?”

“Yes, Mistress,” we chorused.

“Well, how about showing me, then?”

Again, we were shocked. We both looked to see Martin staring at us. She had led us to stand where he could see us easily. I tried not to stare at his blood and cream covered body.

“Go on, boys, no one’s going to hold this against you. A lot of boys experiment with each other here.”

We looked at each other again and shrugged. He leaned over to me, cautiously, and kissed me on the lips. I returned the kiss and we moved into an intimate embrace. If she wanted a show, then we were going to give her one.

I felt her hands reach down to my groin and unlock our chastity devices while we kissed. Then the show was on. We had the time to make it special.

I began kissing his neck as he stretched his head upward. My hands roamed around his body that I knew so well by now. His reached down mine and played with my nipples before gravitating to my buttocks to play with my sphincter. He knew how much that always turned me on.

Using my mouth and hands, I laid him down on the floor and straddled his young body. I began sucking on his youthful nipples as he really began to get turned on. I rained down kisses all over his face, neck, and nipples, alternating between the three areas. As I returned to his nipples for the third time, he punched a finger through my anal barrier while he was playing with me.

Ms. Larson took the opportunity to fit a thin dildo inside me to replace his finger. I felt it go in, of course, but it didn’t hurt any. Daniel took the hint and began pumping my asshole with it. He knew I liked that anyways. My cock that was sandwiched between our bodies was growing while he pumped that thing into me. I was responding as I normally did.

Daniel was responding to my stimulations as well. His cock had been positioned right below my taint and I could feel him grow to full strength. I rocked my hips back and forth along his cock and he was definitely feeling it and enjoying it.

I was about to slide down his body to wrap his cock with my mouth, as usual, but Ms. Larson wrapped a collar around my neck first. I was stunned a little by her move and then remembered the rule about the collar. It was locked in place and I continued my molestations of Daniel’s body.

I twisted around to put us into our favorite 69 position and began sucking on his cock. He began sucking on mine while pumping my ass with the dildo. I played with his almond balls and got him really turned on. It was what he liked right after the nipples being played with. His manipulations also began having its affect on me. I began to forget my surroundings as pleasure took me over.

“Harder, Uncle, harder,” I said to the fake dildo begin pumped into me. It stopped briefly, but quickly resumed its pace. I wasn’t thinking at this point as Daniel had me cumming with his sucking my cock and pumping my bowels. He didn’t stop with just one, either. As he still had an orgasm in him to get to, he continued working on me. That was our usual arrangement, so he continued.

I came again right after the first and he followed me into bliss. We rolled over, and I was on the bottom, still sucking him off. My finger snaked into his ass while I was still getting hammered with the dildo. Instinctively, I raised my legs and grasped his head between my thighs, still believing Dave was the one fucking me. I felt fingers grab my ankles and link the ankle restraints together, but I was beyond caring about that.

I pumped my finger into Daniel a couple of times as he likes to have done after his first orgasm, and he came again. I was on my third one as he continued through a second longer climax. I let him calm down a few seconds before building him back up to his third, but he wasn’t done with me yet, either.

As Daniel had me getting close to my fourth rapture, I began yelling into the room as I normally did when getting this far.

“Oh God, yes, fuck me, Uncle. Fuck me harder, Uncle.” I was out of my mind in pleasure as the room filled with my lustful cries of joy.

Daniel didn’t slow down with the usage of the dildo, but kept it up through his third and, soon after, fourth climax. His fourth and mine coincided beautifully. My legs dropped, exhaustively, to the floor of the punishment room. Daniel’s legs did the same as we just lay there, gasping for air. He pushed off me and rolled to the side. That was when I regained my senses.

I opened my eyes and saw the florescent lights above me, not Dave’s bedroom lights. Everything I had said came rushing back to me. I covered my face in extreme shame. I began crying full-fledged tears. They wouldn’t stop. I felt Daniel move up beside me to console me.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. I just shook my head to him.

“Boy!” I heard Ms. Larson say with a snap of her fingers. “Leave us!” I felt Daniel get up and leave the room. Ms. Larson did something and come back to sit beside me. I felt her hand on the side of my face.

“It’s okay, Dexter. You’re okay. No damage done.” She said, still stroking my face.

“N…no Mistress, it isn’t okay. I told about my uncle and what he does with us.”

“Is that all?” she said, and I heard a snicker in her voice. I opened my eyes to look at her. She was smiling a warm smile.

“Wh…what do you mean, Miss?” I asked her, wiping my eyes clear.

“There isn’t a single student in here that doesn’t get it from a parent or guardian. Every one of our students knows about sex and bondage. Why do you think you and your brother are here?”

I hadn’t considered that. She removed the dildo that Daniel had left embedded in my ass before she spoke again.

“Look, we know it happens here, and as long as the students, or student, are not being harmed in a permanent way, we don’t interfere. Most of the students here enjoy it, also, so don’t think for a second that you’re different because your uncle has sex with you two, Dexter.”

I wiped the tears from my eyes and felt a little better. She helped me up and we turned to Martin still hanging from the ceiling. She told me to get my brother back in here, and I did. She was standing in front of Martin when walked up behind her on both sides.

“Now, to you,” she said to him. “You’ve just seen the right way to go about treating others. You don’t force others to have sex with you, Martin. There are ways of going about things and what you tried to do to Daniel was wrong. This collar that’s going around your neck will stay on for three weeks past today, Martin.”

She put the collar around his neck, but didn’t take him down from the chains holding him. She turned to us instead.

“Your collars will stay on for the rest of the week. Do you know what it means to have a collar like this on your neck?” We nodded and she continued. “Good. Now, you will stay in here for the rest of the afternoon until the final bell sounds. Your books and homework are in my office, go get them and start on them there. I still have some things to do with Martin. Do not get dressed until I tell you to. Any questions?”

We both shook our heads and she dismissed us. I closed the door to the punishment room and we found seats to start our homework. We didn’t talk while we worked on the studies; there would be plenty of time for that later. As instructed, we did our work in the nude.

We heard some more muffled screams come from the room while we worked, but we didn’t bother thinking about them at the time. Whatever she was still doing to him was just fine with us. He was the main reason we were here in the office in the first place. After a couple of hours of work, she exited the room and told us to get dressed. I saw the clock on the wall and the final bell was going to ring in a few minutes.

“What about Martin, Mistress?” I asked with genuine concern.

“Don’t worry about Martin, Dexter. He’s going to stay here for a while longer and someone will take him home later.”

Daniel and I looked at each other and shivered. We didn’t want to know what she had in store for him. We just got dressed as quickly as we could and waited for the bell. We had to take the ankle and wrist restraints off our limbs and return them to Ms. Larson. The bell rang and she dismissed us again, but this time to leave for home.

Other kids kept looking at us as we left the office and got aboard the bus. We didn’t pay them any attention. We knew we were in trouble, and the rest of the week was going to be a long one, but we certainly didn’t want to talk about it.

Dave asked us how it went, and we showed him our backsides. He smiled at the reddened skin. He told us that we wouldn’t be doing anything as far as sex goes for the week, as he knew what we were going to have to go through at school. That night, he even ordered us a pizza for dinner and we ate till we were stuffed.

The rest of the week went as could be expected. In the four days that remained in the week, Daniel and I both sucked more cocks, ate more hairy pussy, and got fucked by so many teachers and staff, that we were glad it was the weekend. On Wednesday, we were ordered to the teacher’s lounge right after lunch where we were shared by four male teachers at the same time. I found out that our science teacher was particularly well hung and liked Daniel more than me.

But our week was nothing compared to Martin’s week. Starting that Tuesday morning, he had to come to school without a stitch of clothing covering his body. He wore the collar, of course, but also wrist and ankle restraints and a chastity device that was a lot more torturous than ours. It had small spikes on the inside of the rings, so that if he ever got an erection, they would dig into the meat of his cock. They weren’t long spikes, but they did draw blood during the time he wore it. All restraints and the cock torturing device were kept on by locks. Daniel and I were also made to wear our chastity rings for the duration of the punishment, and were not to be removed under any circumstances.

Everyone laughed at him as he walked in the doors and took off his overcoat. He saw us almost immediately and walked over to us. I could make out four rings set in his nipples, making two crosses where the pins were the previous day. His gonads had the same thing done and eight rings decorated them. The deputy head must have put them in and told his parents not to have them removed.

“You gonna make it to Friday?” Daniel asked him.

“I’ll make it somehow,” he said, trying to cover himself with his books. His face was flushed red already.

The remainder of the week had Martin in some very painful positions. We didn’t see a lot of him, but what we did see wasn’t pretty. The next time we saw him that day was at lunch. He was servicing all the servers on the food line. His whole butt was dark red already. One of the servers was pulling on each of his nipple rings while he was licking the cunt of another server.

The time after that was when I was called to the teacher’s lounge alone and he was already there. A teacher had his dick shoved up his ass and was reaming him out quite effectively while another was getting her cunt licked by him. He had his arm buried half way up her pussy while he licked her clit. She was in the throws of an orgasm when I walked in the room. The teacher that called me in motioned me over and started on me for the next half hour.

Wednesday had Martin being led into the cafeteria at lunchtime by a leash attached to his collar. His butt was red with some dark lines etched among the red. His arms were behind his back and pulled to have his wrists attached to the back of his collar the same way The Head had done to me on my initiation visit to the viewing room. The deputy head was leading him by the leash, but there was also something weird about the way he walked. I looked down to see weights added to the rings piercing his balls. I could make out his nipples also were red around the areoles. He had already gone through a bad session with Ms. Larson. I wondered if he had done something else wrong, but he hadn’t. She just wanted him for a while as there was no other student to torment at the time. The whole place was full of students eating lunch while they were pointing and laughing at him. He didn’t look anyone in the face the whole time Ms. Larson fed him his lunch, he just kept looking at the floor.

The next time we saw him was the end of that day as we were leaving. He was walking very gingerly. I asked him if he was okay and he opened his overcoat. Two large clips were hanging from his small testicles. They had clamped onto the small orbs themselves, not the skin of the scrotum. Weights were added to the free ends of the clips. Even I had to cross my legs and wince at his pain. He had spent the whole day with the deputy headmistress. It was no wonder that we got called to the teacher’s lounge more that day than any other.

Friday finally arrived and both Daniel and I were tired of getting fucked. That day I had to run an errand for a teacher and on the way back, a black janitor saw me walking in the hall. He pulled me into the boy’s lavatory for a quick suck and fuck. When he lowered his work trousers, his cock sprang to attention. It was huge. I managed to get it into my mouth, but just barely. My throat relaxed and I took the monster all the way inside me to the point that his curly pubic hair was tickling my nose.

He pulled my pants down to my ankles while my mouth and throat were wrapped around his foot-long cock. The girth on that thing had to be three inches at least, but I didn’t have time to measure it. I sucked him to full staff and he pulled out of my throat. He turned me around to face and grab on to the sink of the bathroom. I closed my eyes to what was about to happen to me. I could handle it a couple of months ago, but it had been a while since I had taken anything that large up my ass. I was in for a painful fuck; that was for sure.

As the tip of his cock touched my asshole, I breathed in, getting ready for it. He wasn’t the least bit gentle as he split me open fully.

“UUUHHH!!” I grunted out as he fed me his pole. “Please take it out for a second, sir,” I asked him, but got nowhere.

“You got a collar on, boy. I can do whatever the fuck I want to with you.”

“Yes sir, I know that, but I’m asking for a second to get over the pain. Your cock’s just too big.”

“Tough shit, kid. Take it.” With that last comment, he thrust his hips forward, impaling me further onto his huge meat.

“Oh God that hurts. Please…,” I asked, but got no sympathy from him.

He reached his arm under my belly to pull me up and guide his cock into me even more. My feet were suspended in the air while he took me. I gripped the sink harder, trying to make it take the pain of his brutal assault on my asshole. All I could do was hang on and hope it passed quickly. It didn’t. He didn’t stop shoving it inside me until there was no possible way he could get more of it inside.

Tears were running down my tightly shut eyes as I had to endure pain that I hadn’t taken in a long time. His cock began to withdraw as the janitor got into “fucking mode”. He shoved it back inside, mercilessly. Knowing that this was something that usually turned me on, I was hoping I could get past the pain and start to enjoy it, but his cock was just too damn big. I’d have to say it was the largest thing to invade me so far.

As I was tighter than he was used to, I felt him cum within a few pumps. I felt his black seed shoot inside me and I sighed, knowing it was now over with. I was wrong. His cock didn’t diminish nor did it pull out. I turned around to look at him and it.

“Heh, heh. You thought it was gonna be over, didn’t you?” he said, smiling a yellow toothy smile. I nodded, getting worried.

“Well, ole’ Jake took his medicine this mornin’. We still got some time, boy.”

I groaned and he went back to fucking my ass again. The pain was a little better, so I was able to handle it easier, but it was still there. I held on to the sink and had to led him ride me again. He came again and still the damn thing didn’t weaken. That was when I made up my mind to give him everything he wanted. The son of a bitch was going to regret this when I was finished with him.

After that second orgasm of his, he pulled me backwards. He went to his knees and continued to the floor with me still being speared by his enormous cock. I reached down and pulled my shoe off one foot. My pant leg was slipped off that leg and I threw my leg over his. I straddled his torso as I had done the first black man I had done this with and leaned forward to place my hands on the tiled floor between his legs.

I began pumping my butt along his cock, making moan even more. I returned to the previous speed that he had achieved earlier, but this time, I was in charge of it all. I rode his cock for all I was worth. I made sure to keep my vocalizations down some and remember my surroundings. The bell sounded for the change of classes just as he came in my ass again.

He made to push me off, but I wasn’t finished with him yet. He began to really push and I pushed back to keep him embedded in my rectum.

“Let me up, boy,” he said, getting worried about other kids that were about to come in the latrine. I shook my head, no, to him. “Let me up, them other kids are gonna come in here soon.”

I swung my head around to make sure I looked him in the eye.

“No. You keep your black ass right where it is, or I start yelling, ‘rape’. Got it?”

It was the first time I had ever seen a black person turn white.

“You wouldn’t…”

“I would. Now, you wanted to keep fucking me, then do it, or I start yelling.”

He nodded and I turned back around and smiled to myself. He hurt me at the beginning of this for no reason, and I was going to have some satisfaction in all this. I built my speed back up to the pitch we were at before the bell rang. My hips were going up and down on his cock like mad. I vaguely heard the door open to the boy’s room, but I didn’t let it stop me.

I closed my eyes to the sensations I was getting from his pole going into me. I didn’t care about the giggles I was hearing, I just kept riding him for everything I was worth. I didn’t stop; even after he came yet again inside me. Even after a teacher walked into the room, I kept going. I heard the teacher lead the boys away from us and the door close behind them, but I continued onward.

It took a lot longer for him to cum a fifth time, but he finally did. Of course I hadn’t cum yet, due to the pain the chastity device was putting on my cock, but I was way beyond caring about that. He was going to make me walk funny for a while, then so is he. Due to the medicine he took that day, his cock didn’t go down, and as long as that black pole was still stiff, I was going to ride it as hard as I could.

After his sixth orgasm, he grabbed my hips to push me off, and I reach down quickly to grab his black, hairy balls. He stopped. It’s amazing how easily that works on a man.

“Please stop, kid,” he was actually begging me to stop. I turned to look at him.

“That was my plea when you first shoved your cock inside me, but that didn’t stop you,” I quietly told him. “You wanted to fuck me, well, you’re gonna get what you want. So, shut the fuck up.”

The bell rang again, telling me that it had taken an hour for him to cum that sixth time. Well, he’d better hold on, because I wasn’t done yet. His cock was still a little hard and I was still turned on, even through the pain in my cock.

“Fuck me hard, you black son of a bitch, or I’ll rip your balls off,” I told him in a voice that was not my own.

He groaned as he began moving his hips again and I moved mine. Even though his cock was soft, it was still quite big, and I wasn’t through yet. He was groaning, but this time it wasn’t from pleasure. I’m sure he hadn’t had this type of workout in years, judging by the size of his belly.

I felt his cock stiffen a little more as time passed and my butthole rode along its girth, but I think he wasn’t enjoying it as much as he had in the beginning. I was enjoying it immensely more now than at the beginning. Not only because the pain had lessened and my asshole had gotten accustomed to his girth, but because he was in a bad way with me. I had power over this man now, and I was going to use it to the fullest.

It took him all the way through the interim class travel time and the following class time to finish again. Not much spunk came out, but the orgasm did hit him again. It was then that I let him go. Over three hours of nonstop fucking was too much; even for me. I pulled my sore asshole off his very weakening cock and crawled away from him. He lay perfectly still on the tiles. For a minute I thought I had killed him by the way he wasn’t moving yet.

When I heard him groan, I knew he was alive, at least. To be honest, my legs weren’t working too well, either. I crawled to the stall to wipe up and try to see the damage that had been done to my backside. I felt around my sphincter muscle and it was sore, but nothing I couldn’t handle. I pushed a finger inside to see if anything was wrong. Everything felt as normal as always, but it was not as tight as usual.

I expelled everything he shot inside me and I wiped up his cum from my legs and left the stall. He was still on the floor, groaning. I pulled my pants back up and left the whole room to him, but didn’t bother fastening anything. I just walked down the hall with my hand holding my pants up. I was hoping he had learned a lesson, but I wasn’t sure about that. It wasn’t that he did anything wrong by fucking me, it was that he didn’t give me a chance to recover from his initial penetration. He had an abnormally large cock and he was proud of the fact that it hurt me. Maybe he wasn’t so proud now.

I staggered into the class that I had left earlier, forgetting that it had been over three hours since I left. The teacher looked at me and smiled. The class was unfamiliar. It took me a few seconds to realize my mistake. I saw the clock and it told me I should be in my last class for the day. In a haze, I staggered back down the halls to the last class; science.

I tried to be as quiet as possible as I entered the room, but everyone heard me enter. Muffled snickers came at me from around the room as I made my way to Mr. Vickers’s desk.

“I’m sorry I’m late, Mr. Vickers,” I said when I got there.

“We’ll discuss it after class, Dexter. Take your seat, please.”

“Yes sir,” I said, and sat down next to Daniel.

We were taking a pop quiz and he gave me an extra few minutes to finish it up before teaching the rest of the class period. Daniel kept looking at me with a knowing smile, but I was too tired for any teasing at the time. The rest of the period passed as I tried to cope with a very sore asshole. Every time one of my classmates would look at me, a new round of snickering would break out. Finally, the last bell rang, and we (Daniel and I) were ordered to the deputy head’s office.

“Tell the deputy that your brother will be there momentarily, Daniel,” he told him as he left. Daniel nodded and filed out of the class with the others. More snickers came at me as each one of them passed my desk. I took a risk and flipped a few of them off. The snickers grew louder after that. After everyone had left me alone with Mr. Vickers, he called me to his desk.

“I heard about you and the janitor, Dexter,” he started off.

“Mr. Vickers, I’m sure the entire city knows about that by now,” I gave back at him.

Smiling, he walked to his chair and sat down, covering his groin. I groaned, knowing what he wanted.

“Are you feeling up to anything right now?” he asked, rubbing his stiff prick through the fabric of his pants.

“If I said, no, would it get me out of this?”

He laughed heartily while continuing to rub himself.

I didn’t bother with anything else. I just walked behind his desk and let my pants fall to my ankles. I heard a zipper being undone behind me as I leaned over the desk. I was waiting for him to spear me as I stood there, but he pulled me back to him by my hips. I winced as the tip of his cock touched my sore anus.

I gripped my fists tight as yet another cock sliced into me. Remembering that Mr. Vickers was very well hung, I knew it was going to be a long, hard fuck. Once he had me fully impaled, he reached up under my shirt to play with my nipples. My cock responded in its ringed prison.

“Please don’t do that, Mr. Vickers,” I asked him.

“Why not, Dex?”

“Because my dick cannot take any more pain. If you play with my nipples, it’ll get me hard again in my chastity device. I just can’t take much more pain from there right now.”

“Fair enough,” he said, and stopped playing with the nipple in his fingers.

He pulled his hand back out and put his forefinger to my lips. I opened my mouth and let him slide it inside. He began to buck his hips to pump his dick along the corridors of my bowels. As he kept pumping into me, the pain lessened and I relaxed my fists. I put them on his knees and leaned forward to give him more room to pump. He took it for the invitation it was.

“Having fun, Mr. Vickers?” a female voice asked from the doorway. It was Ms. Larson coming to check on me.

“Actually, Ms. Larson, I am,” he said as if he were accepting a cup of tea from her.

“Well, I might as well enjoy myself also,” she said with a sigh.

She walked over to the desk, losing her skirt along the way. She stood directly in front of me and pulled herself up on the desk’s top. Mr. Vickers moved us forward to put me closer to her snatch. I lowered her head to her bushy cunt.

She kept it trimmed, but not too trimmed that you could see her cunt fully. It smelled musky as my nose got closer to it. She spread her legs more to allow my head to get even closer to her. I felt her put her knees on my shoulders and her heals dug in as she laid them down on my back. My tongue knew where a woman’s clit was after this past week, so I started there and worked around it. Each time my tongue made a swipe across her sensitive button, she dug her heals across the skin of my back.

I moved my finger to slip inside her warm cunt and play with her tunnel. It was small, so I slipped in my middle finger as well. My other hand went around her back to keep my steady as Mr. Vickers was pounding into my rear harder and harder.

Ms. Larson came in a small, quiet way, but kept my head where it was. I guessed that she wasn’t finished with me as much as Mr. Vickers wasn’t either. Both adults continued to have their way with different ends of my body until my science teacher bellowed out his orgasm into my guts. My deputy headmistress came for the third time a few minutes later, and it was a lot noisier that the previous two.

“You’ve learned a lot this past week, Dexter,” she said, ruffling my hair while my head was still buried in her quim. I nodded, gave her clit a quick swipe of my tongue, and raised my head back up.

“That was mean, little boy,” she said with a smile. I smiled back at her.

“I know, Mistress,” I said, still smiling at her.

A small painless slap to my cheek and she kissed me, tasting her love juices on my lips and chin. Meanwhile, Mr. Vickers pulled his softening cock out of my asshole and zipped his trousers back up.

“You’re a little loose, Dexter,” he said with a sharp slap to my other end.

“Yes sir, I know. That’s what happens when Jake the Janitor fucks you.”

“You took him?” Ms. Larson asked, incredulously. I nodded with a sheepish grin. “Well, I’m impressed, Dexter. I’ve heard he’s hung bigger than a horse.”

“Well, Mistress, the rumors are true,” I said, pulling up my own pants.

The two of them snickered as we recovered from our fun. She reached around my head and removed the punishment collar from around my neck. I achingly left the classroom and the two of them walked beside me as we headed down the hallway. I stopped by my locker for some books I needed for the weekend and then we walked to the main office. Ms. Larson turned off the lights there and we left the school after she set the alarm. Mr. Vickers drove me home.

I arrived at the same time as David did. He smiled at me as if he knew something had happened at school.

“Daniel told me,” he explained.

I nodded and headed to the bedroom for a good long sleep immediately. They didn’t even disturb me when they came to bed that night.

The rest of the school year passed uneventfully, except a few notable exceptions. The next Monday, Jake asked to talk to me in the boy’s bathroom. I sighed and followed him in.

“Look, I’m sorry for what I did you ya on Friday, kid,” he said.

“It’s okay, Jake,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. It wasn’t okay, but I didn’t really want to be in a room with him at the time. My asshole was still very sore from the reaming I had taken from him. We left the bathroom, and parted on semi-good terms.

Martin still had two more weeks of torment to carry through. His body was pulled, bound, fucked and flogged in every way possible over the next two weeks. At one notable lunch, The Head led him into the lunchroom with his arms pulled up behind his back. While he fed the boy, he also fucked him right there in the cafeteria for everyone to see. The funny thing was, that by that time, we were all used to seeing Martin being tied in some fashion or another. Most of us ignored his predicament and went about eating lunch.

During one English class, he was whipped with a short whip by our teacher while she handed us our test. She had him bent over her desk with his ass facing the classroom while she would walk by with the whip the whole time. She had his arms in the most peculiar bond. They were behind his back, crossed over at the elbows, with the wrists at his opposite side. Both wrist restraints were tied with a strap to his balls very tightly. If he pulled either arm, his nuts took the pain. His ankle restraints were tied to the legs of the desk. He was tied like that for the duration of the class period. When the bell rang and he was freed, only his legs were untied. His arms stayed like that for the rest of the day, per Ms. Larson’s orders.

Another time had him tied upside down in the gym for the whole day for everyone to mock. His legs were spread open as far as they could go. The whip marks that were between his legs, across his balls, down his butt and back, were fresh. His arms were pulled apart and secured to two eyebolts in the floor of the gym.

His tormenting three weeks were finally over at the end of April. Even Daniel and I were feeling sorry for him by that time. The boy had gone through some severe pain and humiliation. He was okay physically, but he was never the same again. In fact, he was the model student after that time, but there was a different look about him. He didn’t return to the school the following year and it took years to find out what happened to him. He had gotten in with Sly and his gang. He made his last movie with them after a year of continuous torture, and was never heard from again.

Another notable change was that I had taken to wearing my studded collar to school full time. Some teachers thought that it was a green card to nail me at any time, and they took the opportunity when it presented itself. But I didn’t mind about that. I usually got fucked by a teacher about once every two or three days. No big deal. Only Mr. Vickers was the problem, but he almost never touched me. He did like Daniel better, which was fine by me. For some reason, Daniel always did better in science than me.

The day I’ll never forget was the last school day of the year. It was definitely different than any other day. Sixth grade was in junior high, so this was the last day I was going to spend here. Even though junior high and high school were still into this, it was a step upward. This was the last time these teachers were going to get to fuck any of us. And since the last day was always a “nothing” day, they took the opportunity to get as many of us as possible. All day long was a constant fuckfest. We had to strip down totally naked in our homeroom class and stay that way the whole day.

Daniel told me what lunch was like. All the fifth graders were either getting fucked by one of the male adults, or eating one of the female adults. He told me the whole room smelled of sex. Even Mr. Vickers fucked him during lunch. The younger kids just ignored the whole thing, except for the kindergarteners and first graders. They all thought it was fascinating.

There was a reason I didn’t see any of this. Jake took me to the gym’s locker room to spend the whole day fucking my asshole silly by his enormous python. A horrible experience awaited me that afternoon, though. Jake was waiting to take me just as Daniel and I were leaving our homeroom class.

“Hey, kid,” his voice sounded from behind me and Daniel. I groaned as I knew the voice. I turned around and saw Jake leaning against the wall.

“Yeah, Jake?” I asked, knowing the answer.

“Follow me,” he said, curling his big black finger at me.

Many of my classmates snickered as they past me. I turned and gave Daniel my books and told him I would see him later.

“Have fun,” he replied with a snicker of his own.

I flipped him off then turned back to Jake. He smiled a Cheshire Cat smile and I followed him to the gym. Since it was the last day of the school year, gym class had been canceled, so he had the gym all to himself to do what he wanted with me.

When we walked in the locker room, it appeared as if he had been up here early setting everything up for this whole day. Just inside there were two sets of restraints, of course two for the wrists and two for the ankles. I didn’t bother asking anything, I just put them on. My arms were pulled behind me and secured up to my collar. A strap lay just beside them and he used it to pull my elbows together.

Jake unlocked my chastity device from my cock and let it fall right there before we proceeded any further. He walked me around the first set of lockers to a bench on the other side. Before doing anything else, he sat down opposite of me and talked.

“You were right in the beginning. I shouldn’t have forced my way inside you, and I won’t do that this time. But you’re gonna hurt anyways, boy.”

He certainly didn’t need to explain himself to me. I knew this wasn’t going to be a pleasurable experience for me. I nodded to him that I understood what he was talking about. He didn’t answer back, he just stood up and took his work clothes and under clothes off his body. He was standing before me, at full mass.

Jake stepped forward, grabbed me by my ponytail, jerked my head back and put his black cock to my lips. I dutifully opened them to allow him to fit it inside. Precum was already oozing out of his tip. He had been excited about this for a while. I licked his black tip and he slipped it past my teeth to run along the roof of my mouth. It touched my tonsils and I swallowed to take him down further. He moaned as the black piece of meat made it into a tighter area of my neck.

His cock pumped my throat a few times before he pulled it all the way back out. Jake reached down and lifted me by my collar and I followed him into the next area of the locker room. We rounded the corner and I saw a clothes line stretch across the span of lockers with two clips in the middle of it. He walked me up to the line and hooked the clips to the back of my collar and wrist restraints.

He put a stepladder in front of me and I was led to the top step, putting my ass in perfect fucking height for him. The clothesline was tightened, making sure I couldn’t move away from where he put me. The ankle restraints were secured to the rungs of the ladder, spreading my feet apart about shoulder-width.

A ball gag was forced into my mouth from behind. His cock rode up my back as he had stepped on the ladder to fit it, and I could tell nothing had been lost so far. The black fuckstick was touching my forearms in their bent position. When he stepped back on the ladder, he added painful clips to each of my nipples. I screamed into the ball gag as loud as possible. I shook my body, trying to get them off, but it was no use. After a few minutes of him watching me shake and twitch, he walked up behind me again and the main event started.

He first ran his cock between my legs to appear in front of me. The black cock sawed back and forth a few times before he backed up again to put the tip to my back gate. I closed my eyes to what followed. His hands folded around my hips to keep me steady and right where he wanted me before sticking it inside.

The black monster invaded my asshole for a second time with much less force than the first time. It hurt like hell, but he waited for me to get used to him this time before continuing to actually fuck me. When I was more relaxed he slowly fed that thing to my guts, one painful inch at a time. He couldn’t get the whole thing inside again, but it didn’t matter to him. When I was filled to capacity, he pulled out and began to pump my guts with it.

I grimaced at the initial pain, as I could do nothing else to stop it from tearing into me once again. I rotated my hips outward as far as I could get them to allow for more room in my bottom, but it didn’t help much. As Jake had been saving this up for a while, it didn’t take long before I felt his jizm shoot into me.

I could feel every inch of his medically stiff cock as it withdrew from inside me. He wasn’t finished with me; not by a long shot. My ankle restraints were undone as well as the clips holding my collar to the clothesline. He led me down the stepladder back to the floor. He sat down on one of the benches with the locker behind him and pulled me to him. In an unexpected move, he wrapped his arms around me in an intimate embrace. His cock went between my legs and up my back as he engulfed my smaller frame.

Jake held me for a few minutes before pulling away from me for another fuck. He seemed unsure of what to do next, so I took the reigns. With his arms still wrapped around my torso, I stepped up to the bench with one foot outside his body. He saw what I was doing, and continued to hold onto me as I planted the other foot on the other side of him. I rode my body up and down the length of his black boy-fucker a few times for him to get the total picture. He got the picture.

I straightened out my legs to their full extension and he used some control to aim his cock at my asshole. When I felt it touch me, I lowered back down onto him, skewering myself with it again. I went down as far as humanly possible before going back up. With my arms uselessly tied behind my back, he had to hold on to me from behind while I rode his black pole.

The sensations of having his cock up my ass again, began to have their affects on my own smaller rod. My stiffy began to bounce off his and my bellies while my body bounced on his cock. He couldn’t do anything to relieve my sexual excitement as he needed both hands to keep me from falling backward, so I had to just wait on it. It was frustrating, to be sure, but again, I could do nothing about it.

He shuddered as he came inside my boy-cunt again. The amount of jizm was lessened some, but not by much. Most of it leaked out onto the floor beneath me. After he came, I leaned forward to rest on his chest and chubby belly. He was still as hard as ever, so I knew we weren’t finished yet. From the previous experience, I knew he still had at least three more orgasms before it was over with.

“You are the most amazing kid I’ve ever seen in here, boy,” he whispered into my ear.

Not being able to answer him, I just nodded.

He reached up behind me and released my arms from the collar. My ball gag was also unclipped. After spitting that out and flexing my arms a few times, I reached forward to undo the clips on my nipples, but he shook his head at that.

“Those stay on all day, boy,” he said with a certain degree of relish.

“But they hurt, Jake,” I whined at him.

“Don’t matter, kid; they stay on,” he said, more vehemently.

Nodding, I acquiesced to his authority over me, and left the clips alone. I didn’t want to, but this was his day, not mine.

I felt him reach down and begin playing with my butt while his cock was still inside me. I moaned at his attentions. Jake began to lower me down to tell me it was time to get busy again. I reached up and gripped the wire of the lockers with my fingers. My feet were planted back in the same place and I used both my hands and feet to hold me steady while I rode his cock for a third time that day.

His hands moved away from my ass and a split second later, I felt and heard his hand slap them back down hard. I winced at the sudden sting, but kept riding him. Another pair of slaps filled the locker room’s air. Each time he slapped me, I would clench my buttcheeks tight then release afterward. It had the effect of squeezing his cock tighter then releasing it again. It was like my anal muscles were milking his black cock like tits on a cow. With each down-stroke, he brought his hands stingingly onto my cheeks. I got faster and faster with each cycle and the hits kept coming. Pain was mixing with my pleasure again, and I began to vocalize my feelings.

“Ooo, yes, fuck me,” I began, but didn’t stop there. “Fuck me harder. Harder.”

He did it as hard as he could manage. His hips thrust upward as far as they could go while I just held onto the locker’s wire mesh. His hands moved to my hips, but they didn’t need to be there. He probably just needed to do something with them while he drove his black cock into me.

I reached down with one hand and began stroking my own erection in time with his upward thrusts. I arched my back as I came in rapturous pleasure. He hadn’t finished for his third time yet, so I just held on as he kept it up. By this time, my rectum had gotten used to his girth and I was taking almost his entire foot-long dick inside me. About five or six minutes after I came, he bellowed out his third climax. I felt the familiar sensation of spunk being shot up my ass as he calmed down.

Both of us needed a break after that one. I collapsed down onto his chest and belly again. His weakening cock slipped out of my ass and his spunk leaked out after it. We stayed like that for a few minutes, recovering our strength. I rose up to look him in the eye.

“You okay?” I asked him.

“Me? Am I okay?” he asked back. I nodded and he smiled. “Yeah, kid, I’m fine. And you?”

“Uh huh,” I said, nodding and smiling back at him. “This place smells like sex.” It was an open comment and he laughed at it.

I slid off his belly and stood on shaky legs, trying to get my bearings again. I bent over and put my hands on my knees, still trying to get back to full strength. I saw his cock and balls had jizm all over them, so I began to lick him clean. It didn’t taste any different from any other cum I had eaten before, so I licked totally clean without a problem.

When he was cleaned, I needed a shower also, so I headed in that direction. The water came on and I waited for it to turn hot. He walked in behind me to shower off as well. The showers we used had nozzles on the walls, but also a stainless steel “shower tower”, as we called it, in the middle. It held about eight nozzles, being able to clean eight boys at once. I used one of those nozzles to rinse off. Jake used one beside me.

Even with the restraints still attached to my limbs and collar in place, I still got pretty clean. The shower was mostly to get his jizm off my legs and out of my butthole. He saw me turn and spread my cheeks open for the spray to get inside. His big hand swooped down and pushed two of his big fingers inside my butt. I was startled a little by his aggressive move, but didn’t push him away.

“You like that, don’t you, boy?” he asked, wiggling his two big fingers that had invaded my private area.

“Mmmm,” I hummed and nodded.

He started using his fingers to stimulate my feelings from behind. I moved my feet apart and squatted a little as he continued to manipulate me. My hand gravitated to my small stiffening rod to masturbate it while he played with my innards. A third finger was painfully added inside me, unexpectedly, but I didn’t stop him. All three fingers were now acting in concert with my own hand to bring me off once again.

All at once, he swung around and his cock was right in my face. I didn’t need an engraved invitation to open my mouth to his erection again. He shoved it down my throat without waiting any further. Our hands were still working together on my lower half, while my mouth was working on his. With the constant stimulation, I came again, but this was different. I felt something shoot out of the tip for the first time.

I went down to my knees, slightly bending his cock as I went, but his hand never left the chasm that was my asshole. I didn’t bother dwelling on my own orgasm too long as his cock was still lining the tissue of my throat. I heard something outside of the shower room, but I wasn’t sure what it was until I saw the coach appear from around the corner.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt,” he said and started backing out of the room.

“Join in, Coach?” Jake asked him, nodding to my ass.

“Oh, why the fuck not?” he said and lowered his pants.

He turned off the shower nozzles and stepped behind me. He went to his knees and I felt his cock line up behind me. The coach wasn’t near the size of Jake, so it didn’t even faze me as he shoved it inside.

“Jesus, kid, you’re loose,” he commented.

“That’s my fault, Coach,” he said, pointing down to his crotch.

The coach said that he could understand why now. Meanwhile, I wasn’t paying any mind to their conversation or to the coach burying himself in my rectum. He could do what he wanted and it wouldn’t hurt, compared to Jake, that is. I felt his hands grab my hips and begin his fucking of my asshole. Jake, in the interim, was thoroughly enjoying the blowjob I was giving his massive cock.

The coach came inside me within mere moments of initially penetrating me, but it took a much longer time for Jake to cum. As he was working on his fourth, it was understandable that it took a while. Finally, I felt him tense and hum through a soft orgasm while the coach was putting his pants back on. I licked his black cock clean as he removed it from my mouth.

I turned the showers back on and resumed rinsing off my body. Jake joined me as we heard the coach leave the locker room. Both of us went back to the main area of the lockers and sit down. We were both a little tired still. I looked up at the clock, and it read that it was almost lunch. My stomach lurched in response.

“You stay here, kid. I’ll go get us some lunch.”

“Don’t you want to make sure I don’t run away on you?” I asked, offering him my wrists.

“Good idea,” he said, snapping his fingers.

He stood me up to face the lockers and took a minute to think about what was next. I ran my hands over the wrist restraints and while he was making up his mind. The perfect idea came to him, finally. He put my arms as wide apart as they could go and linked the clips to the wire mesh of the locker doors, holding me to the lockers. He positioned my butt in the air and pulled the stepladder under me. My belly was over the bar at the top and my legs were forced apart to straddle the sides of the ladder. He backed up to marvel at his work.

“Not bad. Stay where you are, kid; I’ll be back soon.” He left, laughing at his own joke. It was over twenty minutes before he returned to the locker room and his favorite fuck toy. My pricklet hardened in the meantime at the thought of his return to the locker room and another hard assfuck. It fit itself right under the bar of the stepladder. Jake rounded the corner and smiled at the sight.

“Up for more, huh?” he asked, seeing my erection. He put the trays of food down on the bench.

“Shove your big black cock in my ass again, Jake,” I said, nodding to his question.

“Boy, you are one big slut,” he commented.

“But you like that, don’t you?” I retorted back.

He didn’t disappoint me. Without waiting a second longer, he sliced into me again. I grimaced at the suddenness of it, but it felt like it belonged there. I opened up easier as he pumped his cock more and the stinging pain subsided. My fingers interlaced themselves into the wire mesh again and I held as he rode me harder this time than the previous ones.

My own cock was waking up at the sensations again. He reached under my body and began stroking me off while his cock continued to lay into my backside. His other hand played with the clips that were still torturing my nipples. Jake was mixing pain with pleasure again, bringing me to another powerful climax. He didn’t cum yet as he was working on his fifth for the day. I held on tighter to the lockers as he really started to fuck me harder and harder. He didn’t stop playing with my nipples, either. I thought he was trying to rip them off my chest by the clips.

He finally came in loud, guttural roar. His seed was sent swimming into my bowels again. He slumped over and lay down on my back, spent of energy.

“I think our food’s gotten cold,” I commented when he collapsed on my back. My knees were weakening under his great weight and eventually, I hit the floor as well. I was breathing hard, trying to recover my senses.

Jake was still hanging on my back, but that wasn’t the eerie part. I thought he wasn’t breathing. I shrugged my shoulders to try and get his attention, but he still didn’t move. I did it with more vigor, and finally he moved. He caved to the floor. His cock was painfully yanked out of my ass as his torso hit the tiles and he didn’t move from there.

“Jake?” I asked from the locker. I got no answer, so I repeated the call. Still no answer. I turned around to look at him. I’ll never forget what I saw.

His yellowed eyes were staring straight ahead, vacant and lifeless. His body wasn’t moving at all. No breath movements or anything. It was then that I got very scared. I began calling out to anyone in the hall that might be passing by.

“HELP! HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE!” I was yelling to the top of my lungs. I struggled with the links on the wire mesh, but they weren’t giving at all. I kept yanking on them as hard as I could, trying to get them free. They also added a lot of noise to my yelling.

No one was coming to the rescue. I kept looking back at Jake lying on the floor, and he was as still as stone. Getting desperate, I pulled on the locker harder and harder, but as small as I was, it was of little use. The wire mesh bent, but didn’t break. I began panicking and twisting my wrists trying to get loose. Finally, after several long, agonizing minutes of torturous work, I was able to free my right cuff from the locker’s door. I reached over and undid my other arm. My ankles were next, and I jumped down to check on Jake.

I had seen how they check a pulse in the movies, and I felt his neck. I felt nothing. I put my hand over his heart. Again, I felt nothing moving. His chest was as still as the night. Terror gripped me and I ran like hell out of the locker room just as the bell rang for the end of a class period. I ignored all the snickering as I shoved my way past all the kids.

“Hey, Vance, was he too much for you?” one kid called out after me.

I could imagine the sight I was. With cuffs on my ankles and wrists, with a collar around my neck and cum running down the back of my legs, I must have been a sight. But I didn’t care. I needed to get to the nurse’s office as fast as my legs could carry me. I didn’t bother with the secretary, but headed straight to the nurse, amid a few catcalls.

She was tending to a third grade girl with whip marks on her butt. She looked indignant as I burst into her room.

“Mr. Vance,” she began, but I stopped her in a hurry.

“I think Jake’s had a heart attack, Ms. Coates,” I told her between breaths. “He’s not moving, ma’am.”

She knew I wasn’t joking. She got a kit and followed me out to the gym. She grabbed The Headmaster and deputy as we went by their offices. It must have been quite another sight to see my leading the three adults down the hall, running as fast as we could. We got to the locker room and Jake was right where he was when I left him.

The nurse and Mr. Booker checked him out and they looked at each other knowingly. He was dead. Ms. Larson pulled me to her skirt-clad legs and hugged me. I turned around and buried my face into her stomach. Suddenly the realization of what had happened came over me, and I got nauseated quickly. I pushed away from the deputy’s skirt and she tried to hang on to me. I fought to get away from her before I vomited on her dress and blouse. When she finally let me go, I ran to the toilet and brought up what little was still in my pit of a stomach.

The Headmaster turned and left for the main office. Ms. Larson walked over to see if I was okay, and I nodded weakly.

“Get cleaned up, Dexter, then head to your homeroom class,” she told me.

“What about Jake?”

“There’s nothing you can do for him, Dex,” she said, solemnly.

I nodded and headed to the shower. I quickly got my whole body clean, inside and out. I wanted to get his smell off me badly. The thought that we were fucking when he died made me nauseous all over again and I needed badly to be clean. I dry-heaved into the shower drain during my washing. I finally left the shower room and dried off.

By the time I made it out, Ms. Larson had already cleaned and straitened up the area to look as if nothing were out of place. Jake was dressed as best as they could dress him. I’m guessing that one of them cleaned the semen from his cock and balls.

I walked in a fog back to my homeroom class and the teacher handed my clothes to me. She helped me get dressed and take all the restraints off, including my black studded collar. I put it into my backpack for the trip home. Everyone was looking at me; pitying me. I hated it with a passion.

The ambulance got there a few minutes later with the cops in tow. All the students were acting normally, as if something was wrong, but they didn’t know what it was. Jake was carried out on a gurney with a blanket over his face a few minutes later.

“Jesus, Vance. Did you have to fuck him to death?” a boy whispered in my ear.

I wheeled around with a fist to his face. I kept hitting him over and over again until Ms. Larson pulled me off him. I was still swinging as she carted me away from him. Daniel followed us to the main office. She sat me down in the chair across from her desk.

“I know you’re upset, Dexter, but that’s no way to act,” she said.

“Did you hear what he said?” I asked her.

“No, and…”

“He said, ‘Did I have to fuck him to death?’” I interrupted her. She got a shocked look on her face.

“He did not…,” she said, reeling from my revelation.

I just nodded. She got up and got the boy from the nurse’s office. He relented of his comment and apologized for it. She sent him back to the Ms. Coates.

“Okay, Dexter, I’ll let this pass for a couple of reasons. One; because of the traumatic events in the locker room. Two; this is the last day of the year. And three; he deserved it. Don’t let it happen in junior high, or things could be very bad for you. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you.”

“Good-bye, Dexter,” she said, standing back up from her desk.

The rest of the day, people were everywhere in the school. Cops patrolled all the halls, cameramen were everywhere with their cameras. News crews were littered all over the grounds as well. Finally, the final bell of the year sounded and we left the school building for the buses. Everyone was happy that it was summer, except me. Jake was dead because of me and there was no way to get out of that.

David tried to console me, but it was useless until he got me some counseling about two weeks into summer vacation. It helped me get past the guilt of having a man die from too many orgasms inside me. By the time the summer was over with, I was back to my normal self, pretty much.

We moved into our house in June. We had one room for Dave, one for us, and one for our games. That last room was always shut and locked away from the rest of the house incase any visitors came over.

Dave painted us several times nude on the beach in several different positions that summer, and both of us enjoyed being the center of attention. We would arrive, strip off our suits and stay buck naked for the rest of the day, whether we were posing for Dave or not. By August, both Daniel and I were very, very dark. If it weren’t for my blond hair, people might think I was black.

As I had learned in the shower with Jake, I had been able to start producing semen during orgasms now. Things took a whole different turn now for me and Daniel and our fun. It took another six months before he started shooting spunk.

The last day of summer vacation, I was outside after dark admiring the calm breeze and bright stars. Daniel was getting fucked heavily by David in our fun room and I just needed some time to myself. Before I knew it, he was walking up behind me and wrapping his arms around my chest and belly. I could feel his wet cock slipping down my back.

“You okay?” he asked from above me.

“Yeah, I was just thinking about Jake and what had happened. That’s all.”

“Well, you can continue to dwell on it, or learn from it. The choice is yours, Dexter.”

“I know, Uncle, I know,” I said, and then went back to looking at the stars.

He returned to the house while I stood in all my glory looking upward. I wondered if Jake was up there watching me. I wondered what junior high was going to be like for us. I wondered what the distant future held for all of us. I wondered if my parents were looking for me or whether they even cared that I was gone. I wondered…