Perverts 'R' Us

A Fucking Life

By Shakey Psyche ( M+/b, M+/g, b/b, pedo, anal, b/d, S/M, sp )

All the events being pictured are fictitious. Not one event really happened. If you cannot distinguish between fiction and fantasy from reality, do not read. The story depicts a boy growing up having sex with men, and the events surrounding it. If you don't like this, do not read. If you are under 18, or this type of thing is illegal, do not read. Now, if you're still with me, please enjoy my first attempt at writing. - Shakey Psyche.

Chapter One - From the beginning

"UHUHUHHH!" I breathed out as Mr. Crandall shoved his cock in me as hard as he could one more time. He wasn't one of my larger clients, but he was still a sadistic fuck. On reflection, I would have to say that he was more average than anything. But me being ten years old at the time, his dick was larger than my asshole. I was reflecting on this as he moved to lay on my body.

"That's right, little bitch-boy, take it. Take it good, 'cause we're gonna go for a lot longer than just the usual fuck-and-sit routine," he hissed in my left ear.

"What the fuck was he talking about… longer?" I thought.

"If you're wondering what the fuck I'm talking about, I jacked-off shortly before you arrived. I got tired of paying for you for an hour and only enjoying fifteen minutes of you before I came. So, tonight it's going to last the entire hour," he said that last bit with a certain degree of satisfaction.

I felt him rise up and grab my hips as he started ripping in to my asshole. As usual with him or some other sadistic fuck like him I escaped into the back of my mind. I grabbed into the sofa pillows, and escaped, letting him do whatever he wanted. With one of my "johns", this mechanism doesn't work, as they would slap my face to bring me back to reality; Mr. Jackson. With the rest of them, though, they didn't care. All they wanted was a boy to fuck for an hour, I usually didn't have to do much more than strip and bend over something. Mr. Jackson, though, wanted to make sure I was feeling his cock in every part of my body he could reach with it. More on him later.

I have a place in my mind that I visit if my client gets too carried away with things. I don't see or feel anything. I leave it when I feel him cum; either inside or out. I feel the liquid squirt, and bring myself out of it. I learned that trick from another "rent-a-kid" (that's what we called ourselves), and it did work very well.

After half an hour of solid pounding, Mr. Crandall was filling my ass with his seed, sending a warm feeling inside me. I started coming out of my "hiding place" as he was collapsing on my back, as he always does when he cums. He started gently rubbing his hand up and down my side and cooing in my ear. I think it was his way of apologizing for being so brutal to me. He did that every time, also. I guess you could call it a ritual of his.

"Ready?" He asked, and I nodded. It was his signal that he was going to pull out of me. I was to hold my buttcheeks together as to not drip anything onto his precious carpet as I made my way to the bathroom. Once there, I dispelled anything inside into the toilet. At first, my ass was on fire at this point, but at this time, I had gotten used to having cocks up my ass, so it was not a major discomfort. I heard the liquid and a few solid chunks hit the water, feeling a little better. With Mr. Crandall's semen excreted out, I wiped up and walked out of the bathroom for my payment. He was waiting for me in his living room.

"Well done, little one," he said with a smile, and then handed me the hundred dollars. He also added another twenty. "This is for the extra work you had to do this evening. You handled it well."

I smiled back and thanked him; if he only knew. I got dressed and shoved the money in my front pants pocket. Just as I stood up, there was a knock at the door. Randy's dad was here to pick me up, hopefully for the night. When Mr. Crandall opened the door, sure enough, Dan was standing there waiting for me.

"All done, sport?" He asked. Why doesn't anyone call me by my real name?

"Yes, sir," I answered, and walked out to the car. I saw Randy was waiting in the backseat for me. He moved over as I climbed in, and Dan got behind the wheel to drive off.

"The son of a bitch jacked off before I got there," I complained. "He took almost the entire fucking hour to cum."

Randy smiled and Dan snickered.

"We goin' home, Dan?" I asked.

"Nope. I got another job for the two of you to do at the college on the other side of town."

Randy and I both moaned our disagreement to this.

"Now boys, this is a special night that was booked months ago, just in case the team won the game. They wanted two boys for the night, and paid in advance. Don't worry; you'll get your cut when I get you home in the morning."

"We gotta be there the whole night, Dad?" Randy was more than a little bit apprehensive at hearing this. So was I. I had never stayed the entire night at a client's house before. The longest I had ever stayed was three hours (and it was a very long three hours).

"Yes, son, the entire night, but if you do this, you won't have to work tomorrow night. Deal?"

We looked at each other, and shrugged our answer, yes. The rest of the trip was spent in silence. I think Randy was worrying about what was going to happen. I started thinking how I had gotten into this life, some six months before.

My father's job had changed, and we moved to this town at the beginning of the summer, right after school let out. It was between my fourth and fifth years in school. I hated moving. I had some good friends and I didn't want to leave them. Two days of travel had us arriving at our new home. After we unpacked and got settled, I decided to take a walk around the neighborhood. I needed to see what was there.

Walking around the third block from the house, I heard the sounds of laughter and squealing coming from a back yard. I climbed the wall and looked over the top board to see four boys my age playing with the water sprinkler naked. I was shocked. I kept looking at them running around with their dicks swinging back and forth, never embarrassed about any of it. They acted as if this was perfectly normal, or something. I was so lost in the scene before me that I almost fell when a voice snapped me out of my trance.

"Just what do ya think you're doin'?" I looked around to my right to see a man in some shorts standing with his fists on his hips looking up at me. I was immediately embarrassed, and dropped to the ground. I looked up at him when I stood back up, but didn't answer.

"I asked you a question, boy," he said, but it was with a softer tone than the first time he said something.

"I heard laughing, sir. I just wanted to see what was going on," I said as I looked down at his feet. When I looked back up, he was smiling back at me.

"No harm done. We're just about to start lunch. Care to join us?" He asked.

"I don't know, my mom says not to talk to people I don't know," I stammered. I was trying to hide the fact that the scene I saw had piqued my curiosity.

"Who's a stranger? My name's Dan Potter. And yours?"

"Scott, sir, Scott Fielding. My family and I just moved in a couple of blocks over."

"Tell ya what. Why don't you go ask your parents if you could join us, then come back?"

It seemed like a good way around my parents' rule. Now my parents were okay and everything, but I could have gone to the moon and back before they ever missed me. My father spent so much time at work, that he pretty much missed my earlier years, as well as my brothers'. My mother was always so involved with the TV that a nuclear explosion could go off in the living room and the only thing she would complain about would have been the bad reception.

But to make sure I didn't get into trouble for anything, I ran home, told my mother where I was going to be, and ran back to the Potter house. I got back and missed only about five minutes of fun. Mr. Potter, Dan as he liked me to call him, was waiting for me in the front doorway.

"That was quick, sport. You must be able to fly," he said smiling down at me as I recovered my breath. "Come on back; let me introduce you to the others."

We walked through the house. It was about the same layout as my new one; cookie-cutter houses, my father called them. When we got to the back yard, the other boys stopped playing and ran up to me and Dan.

He introduced each of them in turn. Randy was his son, and looked like a younger version of him. He had ice-cold blue eyes and freckles on his high cheek bones and nose. He also had shoulder length dark blond hair, and a build that mimicked mine. Jake was standing next to Randy, with dark black hair and it was cut short, very unlike the times. His face was clean of freckles, and more round than mine and Randy's. Mikey was next. He was the really different one; shorter, whiter, and fatter. For some reason, he just could never lose the weight. Also, for some other reason, he was quite popular with the older men (we'll get to that later). James was last, or as he preferred to be called; Red. It takes no imagination as to why. He had the reddest hair I had ever seen, or seen since, and he wore it well. Most boys that have red hair are awkward about it, but James was not. Nor was he ugly as most redheaded boys are prone to be (he was also quite popular).

After the introductions, they turned back around and ran through the sprinkler again, almost as if nothing had interrupted them. I looked up at Dan, and he motioned for me to join the others. I was embarrassed to strip totally, but I didn't want to get my shoes or t-shirt wet, so I took them off, and ran through the misty water also. They accepted me as I was. They never coerced me to take off my pants, but after a few hours of running around and being the only one clothed; I decided to at least get rid of my shorts.

A few more hours had us tired out, so we decided to lie on the grass for some tanning time. They asked me where I came from, and other mundane things. I asked them about their brief histories. Apparently, they had known each other for a few years, and had been close friends for over a year, now. I was just getting relaxed, and comfortable, when Randy spoke up.

"Why don't you lose those pants, Scott?" He asked. I shrugged my answer.

"I dunno… why?"

"Just 'cause," Jake came back. I looked at each of them in turn, and the more I thought about it, the more it seemed ridiculous to keep them on.

"Alright, but don't look, 'kay?" I said, as if that would help.

They snickered at the obvious stupidity of the comment, but made no remarks to further embarrass me. I rolled over, hooked my thumbs under my elastic band, and pulled down. I rolled back over, quickly, giving the sun the first ever view of my butt. It needed the sun, to be honest.

"That was painless, wasn't it?" Dan was at the door looking at the five of us naked boys, lying on the grass. I flushed red, instantly. I probably gave James a run for his money in the red department. Dan smiled and walked back inside. I turned to Randy.

"Where's your mom?" I asked him.

"Work. Dad's a teacher, so he gets the summers off while Mom's a secretary for a law firm downtown."

"Law firm?"

"It's a company of lawyers; actually, a very famous one," he said, proudly. He told me what the name of the company was, but I could never remember it. "Look, it's getting a little chilly out here. Come on, let's go inside."

He was right. The sun was starting to set, and the breeze was kicking up, so we adjourned to the indoors. I grabbed my clothes as we went inside. Dan made us dinner while the five of us played video games in the living room. Mrs. Potter got to the house just as dinner was being served. Randy's brothers, Rudy and Roger, showed up at about that time, also. Rudy was two years older, and Raymond two years younger than Randy. They could have been triplets if they were the same age. After a nice satisfying meal, Dan told me I had better get going home, and that the others had to get ready for work.

"Work?" I asked Randy.

"Uh huh," he nodded.

I looked at Dan to explain what he meant by work, but he just smiled at me and handed me my clothes. I got dressed, and left. As I walked home, I thought about what kind of work they could be doing. I remember wrestling with it all night as I tried to sleep that night.

The next day, I returned to the Potter's house to find just the three Potter boys at home alone. Randy welcomed me inside and we went into his room. After a while I asked Randy what his dad meant by work the previous night. He shrugged and answered.

"Dad wanted me to talk to you about this, anyways. Just to see if you're interested in joining us."

"Joining you?" This was interesting me. I was always interested in making money. "Joining you in doing what?"

"We have a job at nights. But before I go on, you have to promise not to say anything to anyone about what I tell you here, okay?" I nodded my answer. "Good. First, there are men out there that'll pay money for sex with us."

"Sex?" I had heard the term, and what it meant on a basic level, but not the full extent of it. "How can they do that?" I was soooo naïve. He sighed, and explained in full measure how it could be done.

"Doesn't that hurt?" I asked him.

"Well, yeah. It hurts the first couple of times, but after a while, it actually starts to feel kind of good. Dad will start you off slowly and easily with smaller things going up your butt, then when you're broken in, you start making money with clients."

"How much money?"

"Hundred dollars an hour."

"WHAT! A hundred dollars an hour? You gotta be kidding."

"Nope, I'm not kidding. Actually, it's more like eighty. You give twenty of it to Dad as a fee, but the rest of it is yours. Any tip is yours to keep as well. If you do it, it will take up your weekend nights, and a few nights during the week. And, there are a few sadistic fucks out there to deal with, but you won't have to deal with them until later."

"What does it feel like, having a thing up there?" I just couldn't say cock or butt. It was like a mental block or something.

"You wanna try it?" He asked with a slight smile. I shrugged, then nodded. "Okay, pull your shorts and underpants down." I baulked at the request. "Look, you were naked in front of us yesterday, what's the problem?"

"I dunno; it just seems wrong somehow," I replied, a little squirrelish.

"It's not wrong, Scott, it's just your body. We all have one, you know." That made sense to me somehow. I unzipped my shorts, and lowered them and my underpants to the floor without any further discussion. I kicked off my shoes and socks and then pulled my shorts off. He pulled my t-shirt over my head, and once again I was standing naked in front of him. I felt a little embarrassed again being naked in front of someone, but I wanted to find out more about this job of his and the others. He looked me up and down for just a second. I didn't know what he was looking for; we were almost exactly the same build.

I think to make me feel less nervous, he stripped off his clothes as well, so that the two of us had not one stitch of clothing on between us.

"Better?" He asked. I smiled and nodded. "Good. Now, turn around and bend over the bed." I nodded, then complied, although a little apprehensively. As I knelt over the edge of the bed, I looked at the wall. I was still wondering what he was going to do to me, when he walked up behind me and knelt down.

"Now, this might feel a little weird. Ready?"

I breathed deeply, then nodded. I heard some liquid being squirted, then his hands at the crack of my ass. The liquid felt cold as he spread it up my crack, but it wasn't unpleasant. He moved his hand up and down my crack, working in the lubricant. I could feel my cock swelling as he manipulated the gel. Then I felt his fingertip at the entrance of my backdoor exit. I stiffened at the unusual feeling. Nothing had ever been going up my ass, always leaving it.

"Relax, Scotty," he said. I looked back at him and he smiled back at me. I nodded, still a little unsure of what was happening. I tried to relax as his finger circled my anus, carefully. The feelings I was getting were intense, but still making me nervous. Even through my nervousness, my small cock continued to rise and harden, almost as if it had a mind of its own. Without warning, he pushed his finger inside me.

"Uuuhhhh," was the only reply I could make as I arched my back from the intruding digit. He stopped pushing, and waited for a minute for me to get used to it, then continued his journey inward. With steady pressure, his finger invaded my nether region, until I felt his other two fingers on the globes of my ass and the webbing between them. He had penetrated as far as his middle finger could go. Applying gentle pressure, he pulled his finger up, then around my anal chute, widening me as he went. His finger made the journey a couple of times, then he began pulling it out. I was almost disappointed, as I thought it was over, but when he had it almost all the way out, he pushed it back inside. He finger fucked me for the next minute or so, then pulled it all the way out.

Throughout the entire experience, my cock never once even thought about softening. It was hard as a rock, and didn't show any signs of changing its mind. Randy put the tip of his finger back to my anus, but this time, it had its neighbor with it. His forefinger slipped inside along with his middle finger, coaxing another moan from me. Again, he allowed me to get used to his fingers, then restarted the sequence he had done with just one finger. As he drove his fingers inside me, he twisted them, though, spreading me out even further. I felt that he had me as wide as I could go, when his fingers bottomed (forgive the pun) out. He turned his hand, rotating his fingers inside me. With two fingers, it did hurt a little, but I just closed my eyes, allowing my new friend to do as he wanted.

As his right hand finger fucked my ass, he reached around to my cock with his left. When it made contact, I almost jumped out of my skin. He waited for me to settle down, then reached for me again. This time when he touched me, I moved my knees back, and allowed him access to my stiff member. With his lubricated left hand, he encircled my cock and began slowly pumping it. As with each stroke of his left hand, his right hand would make the same motion. Soon, something powerful was building up inside me; it was something I had never felt in my young life. This feeling was building in intensity towards something unknown. Within minutes, my head jerked up, and my whole body stiffened as I came for the first time in my life. I was way too young for anything to shoot out, but the feeling was extremely intense, anyway.

When I came down from my high, I realized that Randy still had his two fingers in my asshole. I turned to look him in the eye, and that's when he kissed me. It wasn't a deep passionate one, just a peck on the lips. I think it was a signal from him that everything was okay. I smiled back at him.

"Feel good?" He said. I heard a slopping sound as he eased his fingers out of me. I nodded my response. "Good, because here's where you make your real money," he said with a grin.

In one swift move, he moved behind me and grabbed my hips. I turned around to see what he was going to do, and I stared in horror as he lined up his cock to my asshole. He looked up and saw my reaction.

"Hey, you've just taken my two fingers up your ass, man. This'll be easy."

I nodded apprehensively. I just barely had time to register his cockhead at my rear entrance before he plowed inside me, all the way to the hilt. I rose up in shock. The suddenness of his attack surprised me. He wrapped his arms around my torso and remained still, to allow me to get accustomed to the new sensation.

"Easy, boy, easy," he cooed in my ear. After some time remaining fixed like that, he began to withdraw from my backside. When he was almost all the way out, he pushed back inside me, again all the way to the hilt. He moved his hands around to my back, and began to push me back down to the bed. Once again being bent over, it gave him the ability and angle to give me the hard fucking he was looking for. It was a position I was going to have to get used to.

After several minutes of fucking my ass, his breathing quickened, and he hissed, moaned and grunted through his own climax, finally collapsing on top of my back. He ran his hands up and down my sides as he came down. I heard more than felt him withdraw from my worn asshole. I looked back at him again as he pulled my cheeks apart to survey the damage.

"Nothin' to worry about, mate," he exclaimed with a smile. And with that, he slapped me on the ass and walked over to get his clothes. "Stay that way too long, and Rudy might just come in for a piece of you." I quickly moved to a sitting position, not sure I wanted another round right now.

"That's it?" I asked him.

"Well, there's some other stuff to do, too, but yeah, that's pretty much it. Only…"

"Only, what?"

"Only that the clients are a lot larger than me or my two fingers. My dick is only three inches long. Most of the men are at least six, and twice as thick. Dad's cock is eight inches long, and almost as thick as your wrist. He's quite proud of it, actually."

"I bet. Have you been…um…?"

"Fucked by him?" I nodded. "Yeah. He broke my cherry."

"Wow. Did it hurt?"

"Yeah…" he said, with his eyes clouding over, but then continued. "But it got me ready for what he needed me to do, make money. The sooner he gets inside you, the sooner you start making some serious money. So, whaddya think? Join us?"

"Could I try Rudy's thing first?" I still couldn't say cock or anything else that was considered dirty.

"Sure you could," I heard a voice at the door. We both snapped our heads in the direction of the door to find him standing there, rubbing his cock through his pants. "Get on the bed, fresh meat." He started moving inside the room with a sinister smile on his face.

"Rudy, go easy, or I'll tell Dad. He wants Scott to join us," Randy said, with a hint of fear in his voice.

"Don't worry, brat, I'll go easy. This one wants it, he'll get it," Rudy told his brother, and then turned his attentions back to me. "I said; get on the bed, fresh meat."

With Rudy being older and bigger than me, I was definitely intimidated by him, but moved to bend over the bed, as I thought he wanted.

"No, stupid. Get on the bed, on all fours." He was undoing his pants as he ordered me in to the position he wanted. I climbed onto the bed and waited on my hands and knees for Rudy to mount me. Randy hurried to my side with one of his pillows from his bed.

"Put your head down and this under your belly. It'll help, Scott."

I shook my head, no, at him.

"If Rudy wants me like this, then I'd best get used to following the orders of others, right?" I was taking a chance, and I knew it. But I wanted to get into making the money Randy had talked about earlier. This was the best way I could think of.

"Good thinking, fresh meat. Good thinking," Rudy was saying as he lined himself up to my ass. "Just for that, I'm going to let you get down into the position he suggested."

So, with that, I placed the pillow under my belly, and lowered my head to the mattress. My butt was sticking straight up in the air, waiting for my twelve-year-old lover to plow into me, and he did. With minimal effort, as my asshole was lubed and spread wide open, Rudy shoved his four inch cock straight up my ten-year-old ass. It hurt somewhat, and it made me hiss at the sting, but I bore it with no other reaction. Rudy's abdomen collided with my asscheeks on his second thrust, telling me that he too was buried to the hilt inside me. He pulled out until the head was at the entrance door, then shoved it all the way back inside. He grunted as our skin met again and I sheathed his entire erection once again with my anal cavity. Each time he plowed into my sore asshole, he grunted out his pleasure. I could even feel his hot breath on the skin of my back. Soon, it started having the same effect on me that I had earlier. It was making my own cock grow into its own firmness.

Randy could see my wakening rod, and enveloped it with his hand again. But this time, to my own astonishment, I pushed his hand away. I didn't want to feel good. I wanted to feel a little bit of what my job was going to be like. Rudy continued to fuck my ass as if tomorrow didn't exist. The rhythm he had built up was almost to a peak frenzy. I heard his grunting getting louder and more frequent, and knew, from recent experience, that he was close to finishing.

Within minutes, he made a huge, final lunge, and climaxed into my bowels. This was different, though. This time I felt some liquid being squirted inside me. For the first time since Rudy invaded me, I opened my eyes and looked at Randy, questioning. Rudy had collapsed on my back as his brother had done earlier.

"Why am I wet?" I whispered to Randy.

He smiled back. "He's old enough to shoot cum, Scott. Better get used to it, because that is nothing compared to most of the clients out there." Turning to Rudy, he told him to climb off me and give me room. Amazingly, Rudy complied, then pulled his pants up, and left the room, whistling to himself.

"You okay?" He asked with genuine concern.

"Yeah, just a little sore." Rudy's semen was starting to run down my legs. "I guess I need to get cleaned up."

"Come on, we'll use the bathroom upstairs," he said, and led me out of the room.

"We're here, boys," Dan's voice brought me out of my reverie. We had arrived at the college.

Chapter Two - College Party

We climbed out of the car and followed Dan towards the stadium's locker room. When we arrived at the building, the door was unlocked and he led us into a hallway that seemed to stretch on forever. A double door met us half way down the hallway, and we turned into it. A beefy man in his early thirties was waiting for us. He smiled when he saw me and Randy.

"Twins, good," he said. It was a common mistake if people saw us together. We did look enough alike that most people thought we were at least cousins.

"Nope, just look-a-likes. I take it you're Jake?" The beefy man nodded. "Okay, here are the rules. You may do as you wish to them, but if either of them says my name, Steve, then things are to stop, understood?" Dan always used the name "Steve" with our clients.

Jake nodded and flashed us a quick smile. His cock was starting to already grow in his pants.

"Good. Do you have their money?" Jake nodded and handed over a wad of cash to Dan. He counted it, and seemed to be satisfied at the amount. He put the money in his front pocket and turned back to Jake one last time before leaving.

"I'll return for them at seven, as agreed." Jake just nodded again; he seemed to be a man of few words. Dan turned and left the locker room.

"Take the clothes off, boys, and then follow me," he said. We did as we were told, piling our clothes up on the bench in front of us. When we were completely naked, he walked around the pair of us, for a preliminary inspection. Completing the inspection, he turned and started walking away from the double entry doors. Once we got past the last row of lockers, we turned to walk down the back wall towards another set of double doors.

Upon exiting through the doors, we entered a larger room with tables lining the wall, making a large horseshoe shape. On the tables were stacks upon stacks of food laid out ready to eat. I knew it wasn't for us, but my stomach growled anyway. In between what would have been the top of the horseshoe of tables were four short bars with what seemed like screws at the ends of the bars. But the ends of the screws were rounded with a hole in the middle. The same types of screws were bolted into the floor a couple of feet from the bars.

Jake positioned us to one side of two bars and walked over to a table far to the right that I had missed when I initially entered the room. I had been preoccupied by the food to see this table. It had some whips laid out on it, and I knew those were not there to make us feel good. He grabbed some leather straps and walked back over to us. He approached me first, placing a leather strap around each of my biceps and each of my wrists. The same was done to my thighs and ankles. A last strap was wrapped around my waist. Jake repeated the procedure with Randy. When completed, he walked back over to the table for some clips and four metal bars. For a moment I thought he was going to hit us with the bars, but then I noticed the same screweyes at the ends of the bars. With one bar, he clipped to the straps around our biceps, pulling our arms behind us. The other two bars were clipped to the straps at our thighs, pushing our legs out very wide. He clipped the wrist restraints together behind our backs, and then led us to the bars on the floor. We were bent over the bars and our waist straps were secured to the screweyes on the bars. The ankle restraints were clipped to the ones on the floor. Both of us were totally immobile, which is exactly what he wanted. When finished, Jake walked around to face us, and smiled at his handiwork.

"Now, I know you have a password, but I'm going to make a deal with both of you. If neither one says the password, there will be huge bonus in this for both of you. Deal?"

Randy and I looked at each other, then back to him.

"How much of a bonus?" Randy asked him. Jake smiled and pulled out a wad of money that was larger than the one he had given Dan.

"This will be split between the four of you," he said.

"Four of us? There's only two," I stated.

"Oh, yeah. That reminds me…" he said, more to himself than either of us. He stood up, and walked to the side closet. "Get up, bitches."

Randy and I looked over to where he had gone. He was leading back two girls that were our age. They were as naked as we were and tied in exactly the same fashion we were. I recognized both of them; they were in our classes in school. I panicked. My sex job with Dan and the others was a private thing; I didn't want the entire fucking school knowing about it.

The redhead's name was Carry, and just like Red, he was covered with a lot of freckles. She had a slender build and a shy demeanor. She was definitely as embarrassed as we were at being caught by a fellow student. The other girl was Patricia. Trish was slightly shorter than Carry and a little stockier. He sported length blond hair that reached down to the middle of her back. After the initial shock of seeing two of her fellow classmates bound to two bars, she didn't seem all that disturbed about the situation.

Jake led them the two remaining bars and secured the girls to them as he did us. Metal bars were also clipped to the straps on their legs also. When the girls were tied down, he walked back over to the table where the straps had been and pulled four dog collars off it and walked back over to us. After wrapping the collars around our necks, he clipped each of them to a wire that he hung from the ceiling, pulling our heads up and a little forward. More than just a little apprehension was creeping into me, and I could tell Randy was feeling the same thing.

Jake left us tied that way, and left the room. I saw a clock on the far wall, it read ten o'clock. This was going to be a long, long night, I could tell. I squirmed a little bit to get more comfortable in my position. I took a glance at the girls. Only Carry was showing any signs of emotion. Tears were running down her freckled cheeks, and dropping to the floor beneath her. I could tell she was trembling at the anticipated party that was to come. I wondered if she was here on her own will, or if one of her parents had made this deal without her consent. I didn't wonder too long, as the door behind us opened and people started streaming in.

As each of them walked in, they waited at the side, to our left. As the one on the far left, I got a horrifying look at the lot of them, and I didn't really care for what I saw. Every one of them were either on the football team, or supported it in some way. I don't think any of them were less than six feet tall. Finally, Jake walked back inside, and turned to address the crowd.

"Gentlemen and gentlemen," he started, and then laughed at his own joke. "What we have before you, are treats for all appetites. On your left, a buffet set up to satisfy your stomachs, and on your right, a buffet to satisfy your cocks. Enjoy." All of them cheered as he finished.

Before I knew what was happening, a cock was in my face, ready to shove down my throat. I opened my mouth, knowing better than not to, and the party began. The man shoving his cock down my throat was huge, and smelly, but his cock was pathetically small. Thank God. However, there was also a person that had walked around behind me, ready to spear my ass. This cock was significantly larger, and thicker. Once lined up at my rear entrance, he wasted no time in getting inside me. I closed my eyes and tried not to grit my teeth to his assault. I tried to escape to my other world, but something I heard at my right made that almost impossible.

"Holy, shit! This bitch is a fucking virgin," I heard a man shout, excitedly. Without turning to my right, I knew he was talking about Carry. My heart went out to the poor girl. She was going to have to endure a gang rape as her first time. She screamed as he penetrated her no longer virgin pussy. She begged him to take his cock out of her, but he only laughed and plowed further inside her. When her cries got too much for someone, he opened her mouth, and shoved his own dick inside. I could hear her gag as he tried to force it down her throat.

The footballer that was plowing into me was no less ruthless. He grabbed my tied arms and forced himself deeper and deeper into me. The pain I was feeling was almost enough to drown out Carry's cries. Every time I would try to slip into my own little world, her rapist would slam into her, causing her to scream again. She could even be heard over the dick she had in her mouth, although it was muffled more than it could have been. Finally, the man that had shoved his cock down my own throat stiffened and shot his load down my gullet. When he pulled out, it gave me a chance to look to my right to see what Carry was screaming about.

"You wanna see what your girlfriend is doing?" The sadistic fuck that was reaming my butthole asked me. He pulled my arms up and back to raise me up. What I saw, I didn't want to see again. The one in her mouth was a little above average, but the one fucking her was huge. I had seen my fair share of cocks over the past few months of doing this time, but this one astonished even me. I would have put him at least a foot long and as around as my wrist. She was being fucked by a damn telephone pole. "Like that, boy?" I shook my head, truthfully.

"Hey, Brad…" He called to the one at the end who was tearing into Carry.

"Yeah?" He answered.

"This boy bitch doesn't like the look of your cock, man," he said back to him.

Oh, fuck, I thought.

"Really? Tell the fucking faggot I'll tend to him next, then," he said laughing.

Why didn't I just mind my own damn business? That thought came to me in a real hurry. There was no way that monster was going to fit up my ass. No way, no how.

The other men that had been waiting in line for my mouth told him to let me back down, and he did. It only took a second before someone shoved their cock down my throat again. A few minutes later, the man behind me spasmed and emptied himself into my bowels. I didn't even get a moment's reprieve, before the next man walked up and shoved his own cock inside.

Three more men followed the second one in front of me, then no one. I was once again able to see the clock. Only ninety minutes had passed. We still had over seven hours of this shit to endure. The next half hour, two of them took turns fucking me in the ass and mouth, rotating every five minutes. The others in the room were preoccupied with Randy, the girls, or the food. Even when these were done with me, no one bothered me again. I took the time to rest as best as I could in the position I was in.

Carry was being used in every way possible. At one point, I heard three of them taking her at one time. When the one that took her ass-cherry crammed his cock inside her, fresh screams filled the room. Trish was like me and Randy; this was nothing new to her. Later on, we found out that she had taken much worse that this. She did a good job of acting, though. Each time someone new mounted her, she moaned as if in pain. These sadistic fucks seemed to like it. Throughout the night, both girls were fucked in all three holes, most of the time at the same time. Trish admitted later that even she had a hard time dealing with that predicament.

At about midnight, the footballers left us alone and just continued with the two girls. I probably could have gone to sleep if it hadn't been for Carry's sobs and the occasional scream when something new was done to her. Earlier, when "Mr. Footlong" had finished with Carry, he didn't come to me immediately, as he threatened. He waited a while. In fact, he waited so long, I had forgotten about him. It had been over an hour since I had been last touched, when he walked up to me. I knew I was in deep shit when he got over to me.

"So, you don't like me cock, huh?" I knew better than to answer. "Well, we'll just have to change that attitude, won't we?"

With that, he walked behind me and I was waiting for him to ram his monster sized cock inside me. As young as I was, even through all of my experiences, this one was going to hurt like hell. I got a surprise, though, when he unclipped the ankle restraints holding my feet to the floor. The clips holding my waist to the bar were also released. He unclipped the collar around my neck from the ceiling wire, and ordered me to stand. I stood up as best as possible, as my legs had gone so long without any real fresh blood supply. I felt as miserable as I probably looked. The sensation I was not used to, was dried cum on the inside of my legs. It sort of itched, but I could make no move to get it off as my arms were still secured behind my back.

He walked up behind me and grabbed the clip on the dog collar. I thought he was about to force me back down to the ground, but he pulled me over to the wall that had been behind us all evening. On the wall, were three more wires coming down from the ceiling with clips on them, also. He fastened the middle one back to the collar, and then undid the clips to the bars and the ones on my wrists. But further rest was not what he had in mind for me. He pulled my wrists up one at a time, and clipped them to the other two wires. He then roughly pulled my ankles further apart than they had been earlier, and clipped them to two wires on the floor. He fit each wire through a screweye located about two feet away from me. Pulling them back towards the middle, he took the slack out of the wires, then, with a great deal of sadistic pleasure, he pulled, hard. The action pulled my legs apart almost beyond their limits, and it also dropped me down so I was only being held up by the wrist restraints. I screamed like fucking hell.

"That was to get your attention, boy bitch. I trust I have it, now?" He said with a sneer. I nodded as tears began rolling down my cheeks. "Good, real good. Now, I'm going to allow you to put your feet back on the ground, boy. DON'T let the wires from the ceiling get any slack, understand?" Again I nodded. He let out the slack a little, allowing me to get my feet back on the floor. I thought a muscle had been pulled. I was certainly going to be sore for a while, if I lived through this, that is.

He made sure that that was all the length of wire I was going to get, then turned and walked away. I had my eyes closed, and was looking away, so I didn't see where he was going, and, truthfully, I didn't care at the time. I did care when he returned. I heard a swishing sound, then pain down my back. I screamed again. The sound again and pain. This was repeated relentlessly. I didn't bother counting the times he brought the whip down on my back. The many-tethered whip continued to abuse my back, butt, and thighs. Occasionally, a strand would make contact to my balls and cock through my legs. I completely lost track of time. I had no idea how many lashes I had taken before I looked and saw the double doors opening. Someone was walking in; this night was finally over.

"Having fun, boys?" The newcomer asked. I despairingly moaned.

"Fuck yeah, Coach. You wanna join?" Mr. Footlong asked.

"That's what I'm here for, Bern," he smiled, then saw the target of Bern's whip. "Ooooh, that's gonna smart in the morning, boy. What'd ya do? Bite one of my boys' cocks?"

"He said he didn't like me cock, Coach. I'm just teaching him a lesson, that's all."

"I see," Coach said. "Enjoy, sport." The rest of the team guffawed crudely at his joke.

Five more lashes with the whip, and Bern was finished with that stage of my punishment. He walked up behind me, and I could feel his stiff prick pressing into my sore back. I was sure I had lost some skin back there, somewhere. I hissed at the contact.

"Quit your fuckin' belly-achin'. I ain't even close to being up your ass yet."

He unclipped the wires that were spreading my legs, and I was about to close them, but something told me not to. So I just waited for him to make the next move. He moved my legs back together, and clipped both of the leather straps together, making my legs impossible to spread open very far. He unclipped the wrist restraints and collar from the ceiling wires. But with one swift, unexpected move, he pulled my feet backward by the leather restraints. If my hands had not been in front of my body, my face would have slammed into the floor.

He didn't even give me time to wonder what he was doing before he clipped the wrist restraints to the two wires that had held my ankles apart at the wall. The ankle straps were secured to two wires attached to the screweyes that had held my ankles while I was bent over the bar. After retying me, he walked back over to the table, and returned with a paddle. The paddle was long and thin, only four inches across, and littered with holes. He lined up next to me on my right, and brought it down on my buttocks. A sick "slap" sound filled the room.

I don't think he used all of his strength, but combined with the whipping I had just received, it felt like fire had erupted on my asscheeks. After ten hits with the paddle, I was pleading with him to stop. I was about to shout, "Steve," when Jake walked in front of me and shoved a ball gag in my mouth for the duration of the spanking. Bern didn't even slow down. After what seemed like a lifetime, he stopped hitting me, but he wasn't done with me, yet.

I was weak from the beatings, my ass was on fire, and just wanted some rest, when I felt his body on top of mine. When his skin made contact with mine, it felt like needles piercing my skin. He raised himself up and I felt him line his cock up with the crack between the globes of my ass. But by this time, I no longer cared what he did to me. I just wanted this horrible night to end. With a grunt, he shoved his cock inside me. I spread my legs as far at the restraints would let me, but I didn't get far. This was why he clipped them together; so I couldn't spread out my legs, and his cock would hurt even more as he fucked me. And fuck me he did.

I cried out when he initially his monster sized cock was crammed inside me. It only took me a second to realize, though, that he had only fit the cockhead inside. He still had the remaining foot to go, and I had no delusions that he wouldn't stop until he had buried the entire length inside my bowels. The pain was worse than anything else I had felt as he continued to feed that thing deeper inside me. I remember feeling every single inch as it forced its way deeper and deeper. I cried as he penetrated me inch by inch. With each inch, he spread me further and further apart, until I felt his balls on my legs. Then the fucking really began.

He raised himself up, and grabbed my asscheeks to press them together even more firmly. I hissed at the stinging sensation. He pulled his thick cock out, stopping just when the head was at my anal doorway, then plunged back inside. He was tearing into me so badly, I was sure something had torn inside. Every full length thrust brought a new threshold of pain. Every single part of my ten-year-old body hurt, from my wrists to my ankles.

The last thing I remember from that night, was one last giant shove of us cock being buried full tilt into my rectum. The cum he was pumping into me went on for what seemed like hours.

"Like my cock now, boy?" He hissed into my ear.

My brain being on sensory overload, mercifully, lost consciousness.

To be continued…

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