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The Orphanage

By Mark Smith ( MMMM/bbbbb, rape, abuse, pedo )

I am sorry that I have not been here for a couple of weeks. I had been invited to be a guest at an orphanage for a few days in Prague. It was all through another reader of my stories who had read them with great interest. It just also fell in with my plans as well, as I could manage a few days away anyway. Not that I had to explain anything on my whereabouts; the offer came in on the Thursday, and without hesitation I was there Friday evening until last Monday morning. I was the last person to be invited; there would be 4 guests and a short amount of staff to oversee the activities on duty. We were put up free of charge in an all-expenses-paid hotel in Prague. Limousines were provided for the guests to ferry back and forth to the orphanage.

Sessions were Friday evening, a nice gentle presentation of children on offer. Then we were free to explore the orphanage and do what we liked for the rest of the evening. The event and sessions were well organized.

We all were picked up from the Hotel at 7:00pm and transported to the orphanage. The journey was only approx 10 minutes and soon we were all introduced to each other. There was another guy from the UK, one from France, and one guy from Germany.

I soon latched onto the guy from the UK - from Southampton, which is about 400 miles from me. His name was Douglas, Doug for short. He was in his 40s, quite smart in a beautiful tailored cut suit, with a full head of hair. He was very well groomed, and if I could describe him to you, think of George Clooney and you would be on the right track. The two other guys, I missed their names, were very pretty men, again in business suits. They were very affluent and they both seemed to have sort of paired up together. It was not planned that way, but soon it was evening, and everyone was really relaxed.

John our host was the warden of the orphanage. He was in his 50s, quite portly with grey hair and several members of the staff were milling about, getting us drinks, canapés, etc! John said the entertainment would start with a short demonstration from the children and staff in a short while. I was talking to John and thanking him for the invite, especially at short notice.

"It just so happened," said John, "we have these group sessions about every 6 or 7 weeks, and as it was the beginning of the summer months, due to people taking the summer holidays and family commitments, we were a bit thin on the ground this month. We usually average about 15 guests at a time."

He assured me of a good weekend, though. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and one of the staff opened it and young boys were ushered into the room.

"Gentlemen, we have here a small selection of young lads for your entertainment this weekend. This is just a short selection of the boys for your pleasure. They all have been trained to obey and respect you. Some are more experienced than others, however if you do not really see anything here, tomorrow you will have free range and run of the orphanage and just take one by the hand and take them to your selected room or rooms and he will comply to your every wish. The majority of them do not speak English, but feel free to use them for your pleasure."

The parade of boys before us were very young, aged from about 3 years of age up to of about 10 or 11, no older. They all had a white cloth around their waist to hide their modesty and suddenly John said something and the cloths were dropped to the floor. A lot of them had instant erections, and you could also see that quite a few were nervous about what might be done to them.

One of the guys took one to a table in the center of the room. He was about 9 and he was knelt up onto the table, his arse was in the air for all to see. We all gathered around the table, and there was a better view if you looked up to the ceiling, as there was a large mirror fixed so you had a perfect view of everything.

The lad was being greased up with lubrication, and a few brutal fingers were invading his arsehole. The person who was fingering this boy was showing no mercy as he invaded the boy's hole. Three, and then four fingers in and out and then the next hand in rotation; 4 fingers from one hand, then 4 fingers from another, and the lad was whimpering from the invasion.

I saw the hand being forced at the hole, and it sent the lad screaming in pain. John said something else and then the whole hand went inside him. The scream was wonderful from the kid as the hand went up inside him. My prick was at full attention, and I stroked it through the trousers of my suit. I could see other gentlemen from the group were also doing the same.

"Gentlemen, feel free to relieve yourselves if you like," John suggested.

Suddenly we were all exposed and this kid was being fisted by a member of the staff. The kid was really in pain by this brutal hand up his shit hole. It was pulled out and re-stuffed up his rectum. The invasion in and out was done by sheer force and the screams from the brat were deafening.

John was talking to a few boys and one was behind me, taking off my jacket and unbuttoning my shirt. My clothes were being carefully folded onto a chair at the side of me. Soon I was naked like the rest of the guys and two nice boys were looking after me - one was licking my hole at the back of me, and the other was expertly sucking my prick. I would think the one was at the back of me was about 7 and the expert at the front was about 10 years of age.

Another kid about 6 years of age was put at the other end of the table and was being rimmed by one of the younger boys. I would think the boy on the table was about 6 years of age and the smaller boy about 4 was licking his bottom for him. The tiny tot was making sure he was nice and wet.

Doug was asked by John if he would like to take the boy and insert himself up inside him. Doug positioned himself behind the young lad and John suggested a good rough fucking. "Right in," John suggested. This young lad was used to big pricks. He was a good tight little fuck, and the kid knew how to grip a man's cock with his arse muscles. Doug placed his 7-inch prick and rammed for home. The lad never screamed. He jolted up off the table, still on his knees and fell back down with a nice erotic moan. Doug pulled out and filled his hole again, right up inside the boy. He really pulled out and rammed him for all he was worth. I am sure I would have shot my load quickly if it had have been me fucking his cunt open.

The lad who was being fisted was crying and the sweat was dripping off of him. There was a change of scene and the French guy was invited to fist the boy. He had bigger hands than the member of staff and the bigger intrusion was superb to see. The German guy got up onto his knees facing the screaming kid and rammed his prick into the boy's screaming mouth. I was near to cumming as I was still being sucked by the young lad and being licked by the other young boy at my arsehole.

I asked John if he could produce a flogger so I could flog and whip a boy. John took me to a cupboard and opened it. It was full of whips, canes, chains, floggers, etc. I chose a bullwhip, a flogger, and a cane. I asked John for the most inexperienced boy, one who would really suffer a good whipping. I wanted to whip and flog a boy until I shot my load without touching my dick. I was taken to two lads and told to try them both.

"Could I take them somewhere else to flog them?"

John took me across the corridor to a room a lot smaller than the one we were in, but big enough to serve the purpose. I was given rope as well and there were hooks and rings in the floor and on the walls and I strung them both up - legs open wide and dangling from the beams in the ceiling. I had good access to two great little bodies. I cracked the bullwhip across both of their arses and the screams were perfect.

Both boys were about 7 years of age, very thin and scrawny, and ideal for whipping. Both kids were shaking with dread fear and after the first crack of the whip across their backsides the tears in their eyes were perfect. I cracked them both again and they both were saying, "No sir… no sir… please sir… please, no sir," amongst tears and screams. I was kneeing them both in the groin, and to my delight their heads bucked back in agony and heartbroken screams of pain. I was so fucking hard and fully erect I was ready for blowing, but it was too soon. I got the cane - a good, thin cane.

I opened the legs of one of them and mercilessly whacked his little dick. "Thrash! Thrash!" came the swishing cane. Again more screams and pleas to stop. The one who was screaming the loudest I tended to play on most.

I caned his arse with severe strength. It was turning blue and then I whacked the other across the back with very severe lashings. I was really getting into this and John came into the room.

"OK?" he asked.

"Yes, perfect" was my reply.

"Draw blood if you like. There is no problem with the severity of your punishments."

John kicked them both heavily into the groin with his booted foot. Not once or twice, but several times. He also punched them in the guts with his fist - severe, heavy blows. I whacked and whacked their arses with the cane. John was slapping their faces really hard, and a couple of severe punches in the face and their noses were bleeding superbly. It just did the trick, and the spunk erupted onto the floor as I came and came without touching myself.

John had his dick out and was trying to mount one of the swinging boys. He grabbed one of the lad's hips and impaled him onto his rigid prick. It was the lad who was screaming the loudest when he was getting whipped. I was punching his guts with my fists and really abusing the boy with pain. The other lad was just hanging there with fear in his eyes. His whole body was shaking with fear.

I took his dick in my hand, peeled his foreskin right back and sunk my teeth into it. I stood up straight and he was dangling with his whole weight behind him as my teeth were sinking into the end of his boy-prick. I let go and he banged into the other lad, knocking John off his balance and he fell over as the boy swung.

I said, "Sorry, it was my fault."

"No, it was not. Do not blame yourself; it was the boy's fault entirely."

John rose to his feet and cut the boy down and the boy collapsed into a heap onto the floor. John was shouting at him, all the while kicking him with his boot. He was kicked in the face, the guts, and bollocks. It was a wonderful sight to see. This bleeding pulp of a boy, helpless in agony on the floor, he really was going hell for leather on the orphaned kid.

The howling suddenly came to a halt, and I honestly thought he had killed him, but he had passed out completely. John turned back to the other boy. He was fucking and shouting obscenities at the boy as he continued ramming his dick up the boy's cunt. No mercy was shown on the boy at all as he was arse-raped and the screams brought my erection back to life. This arse-rape was a perfect sight.

John was ready for cumming and he rammed in and out of the boy, slamming his prick in and out. I was whipping the boy's chest and legs; he really was marked. Welts, blood, and screams made me shoot again without touching myself. John was pumping his man-spunk up the boy's guts. I was exhausted.

John's prick was covered in blood from the boy's ripped arse. We left the boys, one on the floor - who had collapsed unconscious - and the other strung up, whimpering from the abuse as we left the room.

We both returned to the room which we had left from, and a big orgy was on. All of the boys were involved in some kind of activity or another. Obviously this party was swinging, but not as much as the perverted scene I had just left. I am not always that way inclined with any of my patients in England; it is just every now and again when I get the chance that I let my really perverted expressions come out of me.

The party came to a close and this was only the introductory evening. Two more full days of all this sordid sex provided for us by brats that nobody cared about. We all left, thanking John for a wonderful evening.

John whispered to me, "I enjoyed our session tonight together. We will go a lot further tomorrow. I will select some boys for our brutal fun. I have a security guard who has a meaner streak than ours."

We headed back in the limousine to the hotel. I was really now looking forward to day two after John's remarks. "Brutal fun." COULD I COPE? YES I FUCKING COULD, especially if there were more perversions as good as this, and especially with brutal force and rape to look forward to.

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