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Punk Kids: or Brent's Big Boner
October 16, 2005
 
Disclaimer: 
 
If you are not yet 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials of 
this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story is for adults, and 
contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys initiated by 
them and with older men.  This story is completely fiction, all descriptions and 
names are also made up, and any similarities are truly just that, purely 
similarities.  I do not engage in or condone sexual activity between adults and 
teenagers which is regulated by law.  These are fantasies for sexual private 
sexual enjoyment, not for emulation in real life.  
 
I have not had the opportunity to write a major story, with the exception of 
one in collaboration with a colleague whose writing I admire.  My stories are 
posted on Paulie's Personal Web Site and on ASSGM.com.  I would appreciate 
comments on my writing which may be a bit rusty.  I certainly admire the good 
writers on the web, and consider myself still a learner.  Please contact me at 
glaucon55@aol.com. 
 
Chapter:  12  Trevor's Penance
 
Johnny had not forgotten the exciting video and pictures of Trevor Stockton 
having his big boy penis worshipped by Father Richardson in the confessional 
booth, his strawberry nipples being tugged and pinched as the priest siphoned 
the thick wads of teenage boy spooge from his spurting prick.  He could tell 
from Trevor's expression that unlike Brent,  who felt he was surrendering control 
of his body against his better judgment when Father Richardson took him in 
the confessional, Trev was manipulating the Father as much as he was appearing 
to be manipulated.  Trevor loved the feel of the muscular tongue and gripping 
lips that laved his fat cock knob, and lashed his corona and piss lips to milk 
the big boy boner, wringing ticklish sensations from the teen boy clit.  He 
longed for ejaculations like most teenage boys, and in his case did not care 
where they came from until the day when he could regularly sink his thick pole 
into a tight, wet cunt that would squeal and beg for him to fuck it.  For Trevor 
Stockton, ejaculation was ejaculation, and cum was cum.  He needed to get off 
as often as possible, and often as possible, he did not want it to be as 
result of his fist, sliding up and down the pale, uncut shaft.
 
Johnny could not know that Trevor had learned at an early age about the joys 
of ejaculation, even before he could shoot sperm.  As a boy of ten, he 
idolized his older brother Kevin who was twelve.  Kevin would make strange noises at 
night in his bed, and the blankets and mattress seemed to bounce at those 
times.  Trev wondered what his brother was doing, because he wanted to be just as 
big and as athletic as Kevin.  One day, he followed his brother and one of his 
friends into the basement of the other boy's house when no one was home.  He 
snuck down the stairs to the basement, and watching from there just behind the 
wall to which the stairs were attached, he saw as the other boy tied down his 
brother Kevin to an old wrought-iron bed.  He was shocked, his big brother 
who seemed the ultimate athlete and tough guy to Trevor's young mind, was 
allowing another guy to tie him to the bed without resisting.  He wondered why his 
brother would let that happen, but was fascinated by seeing him stretched out, 
so vulnerable.  Just the sight made his ten year old, four inch pricklet go 
stiff, and begin to throb in his shorts.  The other boy who looked about 
thirteen, with lots of dark hair, then blind-folded Kevin, and immediately afterward 
he put his hand on the tethered boy's crotch.  
 
Trevor's stiffy had recently started to leak clear sap when he got hard, and 
the moment the other kid touched his brother's crotch, he began to leak.  When 
he washed his penis in the shower he learned that he could take that sticky 
stuff and lubricate his fist.  Once, when he was washing his prick, he found he 
could not stop stroking it, it felt so strange and so good, and the next 
thing he knew he felt like he was fainting.  He had to lean against the shower 
stall, and he watched his pricklet pulse and pulse, and he felt the hair on the 
back of his neck stand up.  From then on, he learned how to play with his 
pricklet, and make the pulsing happen, sometimes two or three times in a row and at 
least that many times a day if not more.  In the mornings before he pee'd, 
his pricklet would often be hard, and it ached and stayed that way until he had 
a chance to play with it.  Now as he watched rapt with attention, sweat 
beginning to form at his forehead and above his lip, the other boy rubbed the area 
of Kevin's fly faster and faster, until finally Kevin responded by hunching as 
much as his bonds would allow, turning his head from side to side with his 
eyes closed.  
 
Then the boy unfastened the button at the top of the fly, and unzipped the 
shorts…pulling both shorts and briefs just below Kevin's penis and testicles.  
Trevor's little boner, now went so stiff he had to rub it, and as always, it 
felt so strange and good.  He watched breathlessly as the boy licked his palm 
and then closed his fist around Kevin's fat twelve year old cock head, at the 
top of the boy's thick 5" erection.  He began to slowly rotate his fist, then 
moved it faster and faster, until Kevin's ass was bouncing on the bed, and he 
was making wailing and squealing sounds that Trevor had never heard before as 
his head thrashed back and forth.  Suddenly, Kevin really wailed, 
AAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH….. grinding his strong ass into the bedding as his friends fist 
worked ruthlessly over the bulging cock tip.  When Kevin begged him to stop, 
the other kid did momentarily, but within five minutes, he had licked his 
fingers again, and was working Kevin's fat glans again, his cock never going even 
remotely soft.  Trevor watched mesmerized as his brother was masturbated 
relentlessly by his friend for two hours, wringing dry cum after dry cum from his 
brother's penis, his brother whining and grunting from the ecstatic sensations 
the boy's fist was eliciting from the sensitive knob of throbbing pre-teen 
prick.  From that time on, Trevor vowed he would not miss an opportunity to 
relieve his constant erections.  He only got to see his brother and his brother's 
friend one more time, and now his brother was in high school well past kid's 
games and dating the best looking girls. Trev was sure Kevin was banging the 
shit out of them.  But Trev was still a young teen, and for him any port in a 
storm would suffice.  He figured if Father Richardson could make his boner feel 
like it was in some girl's pussy, or better yet mouth, he had no intention of 
missing out on that opportunity.
 
So when Trevor received an e-mail from Johnny with the video of his 
performance enhanced by his dirty trash mouth talk, and revealing jpegs of his 
ejaculation in the confessional, the seemingly perfect gig he had to drain his ever 
blue balls was over.  Instead, he later found himself in the basement room of 
the rectory where Brent had met Father Richardson under Johnny's and Darren's 
supervision.  
 
Now, like his brother years before, he was tied spread-eagle on the queen 
size bed, his big size thirteen feet, pale and muscular, draped over the corners 
so the toes and soles were fully exposed and tightly restrained.  He body was 
fully furred from thighs to toes, from arms to fingers, deep in his ass crack 
and from his navel up to and over his pecs, in strawberry blond whorls, with 
his nipples just protruding from the thicket as two sensitive and stiff cones.  
In his mouth was gagged with the whiffle ball gag, and he whined and whoosed 
through the openings, trying desperately to speak about his awful predicament. 
 He watched horrified, his eyes bulging in fear, as broken popsicle sticks 
and thread were used to separate his long boy toes, exposing the pale soft skin 
between each of them.    
 
Johnny had warned Father Richardson that he was to cooperate or be exposed to 
the diocese, so he had no choice.  The alternative was being de-frocked and 
then sent to prison for sex with minors. Plus, after the priest's punishment at 
Johnny's hands, he was cowed by the thirteen year old who seemed so much 
older and wiser than his juvenile years suggested.  No, the good divine was also 
smart enough to know that Johnny had him by his short hairs, and that for the 
time being he was not in control of his cock or his sex life.  Johnny and 
Darren were there also, with Johnny's little bag.  More wonderful little devices 
were brought to elicit helpless expressions of lust from the bodies of bigger 
boys.  Trevor Stockton was about to learn how big boys could be reduced to 
helpless, whimpering punks at the hands of youngsters.
 
First they applied the circular band connected to the electric train 
transformer that was used on Brent and the good father previously, to Trevor's pale, 
and already erect prick.  His corona was so pronounced, that even with the 
foreskin over the knob, there was a clear ridge around which to fasten the 
circlet.  But with Johnny's direction, they added a special feature for the redhead'
s thin, pale foreskin.  They pulled his cock skin just beyond the knob, and 
clipped it closed so it could not retract.  Then to each of his protruding 
nipples, they attached two more of the gentle clips they had attached to his 
foreskin.  Finally, the special prod that had been developed for Father Richardson 
was lubricated and gently but deeply embedded in the big boy's tight, virgin 
rectum.  It took ten minutes to tickle his boy pussy open.  The Father was 
assigned the task, one he secretly relished, his blunt index finger wriggled its 
way through the thick dark auburn hair in Trevor's crack until he found the 
ragged slit of his anal opening.  Trevor clenched his glutes and tightened his 
sphincter, determined to resist any intrusion into his bung hole.  But the good 
Father was patient, tickling and scratching, worming and proding, until with 
some help from nipple twisting and scratching, the boy lost control and the 
finger breached the barrier.  After gently lubricating the boy's asshole, which 
had already been cleaned with an enema, the Father slipped the small vibrating 
prod into place and secured it with a strap cinched around Trev's thighs and 
waist.  
 
Johnny knew they would have a good afternoon with Trevor when they took him 
to the toilet to piss before they had given him the enema and strapped him to 
the bed.  The moment that Darren held his penis for him, skinning back the 
foreskin to allow the piss to flow firmly into the bowl, Trevor's cock had erected 
completely.  With his arms tethered behind his back, and his feet hobbled by 
the dowel they had used on Father Richardson the last time, his humiliation 
and loss of control somehow made him feel like his brother had, years ago.  Nor 
could he control the sensation when someone touched his penis.  It took ten 
minutes to get him to piss, but stroking his big boy body, tweaking his tits, 
and fondling him as he stood was worth the wait.  Even through his gag, he 
grunted, and groaned, helpless to stop his teenage hormones from responding the 
delicious touching that was stimulating his body. Here was another big boy hunk 
like a lamb to the slaughter.
 
After he was strapped, gagged, and electrically plugged and bound, Johnny 
explained to Trevor that he would be doing penance for his conduct in the 
confessional.  From now on, he would be available once a week to pay his dues if he 
did not want to end up on the computer screens of students and faculty at 
school, and his friends and family.  "Now we've got a special treat for you Trev.  
You've got all the trodes attached, and they're gonna give you a real 'buzz'
 when we turn 'em on.  But then, we've got a surprise for you…something 
special that's gonna drive you wild.  Lemme take the gag off dude, but no 
screaming or we're gonna put it back in…you hear me? You get it?  Nod your head if 
you understand…good."
 
Trevor was so desperate to get his gag off, he would have agreed to anything 
Johnny said.  He heard him say something about 'trodes' meaning he assumed, 
the electrodes that he had watched them attach to his cock and tits, and the 
one that was still making his ass ache deep inside.  But he didn't understand 
what the 'special' thing was.  As soon as Johnny released his gag, he wet his 
lips and started blurbing out his issues:  "Dude, common, enough.  You guys 
wanna jerk me off, or suck me, I'm with it…go ahead dude.  It's cool, I dig 
getting off…Father Richardson knows.  But please, don't hurt me…take off the 
electrode things, and whatever you stuck up inside me…huh, what about it, please…I
'll play along, I'll cooperate, but just don't hurt me."
 
Johnny and Darren smiled, with knowing expressions.  Father Richardson did 
not disclose to Trevor's frantic gaze, moving from one guy to the other, hoping 
to get some sign or an assurance that they would not hurt him.  Johnny was 
happy to allay his fears.  "Dude, no problem…we're not gonna hurt you, are we 
Father."  Johnny turned to Father Richardson, and gave him a firm and knowing 
look, expecting him to confirm the plans Johnny had made.  Without changing his 
expression, Father Richardson looked at Trevor, and tried to calm him:  "My 
son, you'll be fne…this is something we must both do to get beyond our sin.  I'
m sorry that my actions have contributed to you being in this situation.  But 
no one is going to hurt you."  That of course was the furthest thing from 
Johnny's mind.  He did not want pain and suffering, he wanted abject surrender and 
sexual release.  He wanted these big boys and older men to be helpless 
subjects of their own enslavement, desperate to get off, and desperate not to be 
found out.
 
Johnny smiled broadly, and looked back at Trevor.  So dude, you ready for the 
surprise.  Cause we can't wait to share it with you."  Trevor was anxious 
with anticipation, scared but his cock throbbing at the same time.  His cock had 
not lost any of its rigidity, and in fact, he could feel inside his foreskin 
the sticky flow of his pre-cum filling the hood and basting his fat, itchy 
glans.  He continued to flex his ass muscles, and cling to the prod secured in 
his rectum, partly because of the sensation on his cock knob, and the tightness 
of his tits with their clips.  Plus the prod kept rubbing near his prostate, 
and the slightly sore, full feeling made his cock flex even more.  
 
Darren, Johnny and Father Richardson all began to slip on ordinary garden 
gloves, made of thick soft cotton.  Each had a different expression on his face.  
Johnny had a salacious grin, knowing what lay in store for the helpless 
fourteen year-old boy.  Darren had his customary look of wide eyed wonder, always 
amazed at how Johnny could subdue the biggest boys and how hard his dick would 
get each time he saw one of them strapped down.  Plus he never ceased to be 
amazed at how Johnny could think up these horribly tantalizing ways to get guys 
off.  Father Richardson had a vacant, almost sad look, hiding his lust for the 
immobilized teenager, and yet knowing that he was about to enjoy the fiendish 
torture that the three were about to inflict.  But Trevor hardly noticed the 
look on their faces, his eyes seemed to be trying to focus on what he was 
seeing them do with their hands.  His eyes widened, could that be real?  Each of 
the fingers of the gloves had what seemed like the head of a tooth brush, with 
really short bristles, attached to the finger tips.  Actually, they were the 
shortened bristles from small paint brushes, cut down to be soft, but stiff at 
about 3/8 of an inch.  Three sets of gloves, five fingers each, that meant 
thirty fingers with these weird brushes glued to the cloth finger-tips.  Each of 
the fingers were then dipped into a bowl of something that looked like clear 
oil, and as they approached the bed, Johnny spoke again.
 
"Trev, you know how during games you like to push smaller guys around in the 
key when you're playing hoops, forcing them to give ground, dominating them…
well that's what's about to happen to you dude.  You're gonna feel like those 
little guys, helpless and unable to stop what's coming.  But the difference, 
is that when this is over, you're gonna cum like a geyser when all they get is 
pushed around and then lose the game.  So just give in dude, you wanted to 
shoot your scum, and so you will, buckets 'o cum, like you can't stop cumming."  
Johnny laughed out loud, but both Darren and Father Richardson just nodded 
their heads, as if to express their pity for the tethered teenage jock beneath 
them.
 
Trevor saw the brushes on the fingertips, and pleaded…cum or no cum.  "No 
dude, don't do this…I'm not real ticklish, so this is just gonna hurt…so 
common dude, please don't do this."  Unfortunately the fear in Trevor's eyes 
revealed more of the truth than his words.  He remembered when he was twelve and 
his brother was fourteen, that they often got into wrestling matches that ended 
more often than not with Trevor being tickled mercilessly.  His brother sensed 
after the first couple of times that Trevor would get a boner, and if Kevin 
could get him face down, and with his hands over his head, he could tickle his 
little brother into a dry cum and maybe even two.  Trevor loved and hated it 
at the same time, unable to control his pricklet from spasming as he was 
tickled into submission, but dying from the intense tickling that made him cry and 
beg for it to stop.  Johnny had tested Trevor's reflexes when they were 
stripping him, finding that his tits were very sensitive, his feet and underarms at 
the very least were ticklish, and he did not want anyone to touch his ass 
crack.  His tits and anus were already out of his control, as was the head of his 
fat, thick cock.  But he was about to lose control of the rest of his limbs, 
and in doing so, control of his ejaculations.  This was not going to be like 
when he was twelve, because once he ejaculated, what would happen?  Trevor's eyes 
were wide with terror, and he begged in his deep, masculine voice for Johnny 
to spare him.  But there was no hope, and as the anticipation grew, so did the 
throbbing in his thick, secured prong.
 
The brushes began to descend.  
 
Father Richardson was at Trevor's big size thirteen feet, so large for a boy 
of fifteen.  The pale feet were freckled on the top, with high arches and 
long, thick toes.  The index toe was even longer than the big toe, and when Trevor 
flicked or flexed his toes, it almost looked as if he was giving you the 
finger with that long digit.  At fifteen he already had hair on his toes, and by 
the way Father was staring at the wiggling piggies one knew that soon he would 
be suckling on them.  After all, they had washed and scrubbed Trevor clean 
after his enema, and now those soft soles-oiled and dried with a hair dryer--and 
the strong toes tied open and stretched, were ready to be brushed, sucked, and 
tickled.  If you're ticklish the ability to concentrate or control your body 
functions when you are being tickled, especially on your feet, is impossible .  
That was what Johnny was counting on, driving Trevor Stockton big hunky body 
out of control leaving him helpless and begging.
 
Darren was at the top of the bed, near Trevor's head.  He pulled out a night 
mask like the ones that are given away on airplanes so people can sleep during 
long night flights.  He quickly slid it over Trev's head and covered the boy'
s eyes so he could not see what was happening.  Trevor moved his head as much 
as his bonds would allow, but he could not prevent Darren from placing the 
mask.  Now Trev's face, his neck and Adam's apple, his ears, his upper 
chest--pecs and nipples-and the palms of his hands which also got the popsicle 
stick-thread treatment, were all open and available for the wicked bristles on the 
ends of the fingers of Darren's gloves.   Trevor's hands had been secured to 
the headboard of the bed, palms up, with popsicle sticks tied to the tops of his 
fingers to keep his palms fully exposed.  Have you ever had someone drag a 
fingernail across your palm, or the bristles of a brush…?  It's maddening…and 
that was the effect that Johnny wanted.  Trevor would be unable to concentrate 
when the brushes focused on his palms, or on the inside of his ears, across 
his Adam's apple, over his pebbled nipples-and that would give Johnny 
opportunities to test his self control.  
 
As for Johnny, he took his station in the middle of Trev's torso, over his 
abdomen and navel, at his crotch, and down to his knees.  There was the soft, 
stretched and exposed navel with its sensitive knot of skin inside the hairy 
little hole.  There was the long, thick shaft of the boy's leaking prick, its 
thick, oversized cock knob wet with the drool of sex and still encased in the 
soft shroud of his pale foreskin.  There were the pungent boy balls, hanging down 
fat and vulnerable in their sack.  And there were the quads, those strong 
muscles from thighs to knees that made Trevor a force on the basketball court.  
This was the very scenario that Johnny so loved, to have a big, straight, 
masculine boy stretched, bound, and helpless, his body craving sexual release and 
fearful of how it would be accomplished.
 
The fingertips reached their destinations simultaneously.  One of Darren's 
hands went to Trevor's ears, and thrust an index finger inside one of the boy's 
big, soft earlobes, wiggling the soft bristles in the sensitive shell.  The 
other hand went to Trevor's firm, mounded pec and grasped one of his rubbery 
teats between thumb and forefinger and let the bristles coated with oil, add to 
the stroking of the boy's firm tit.  Father Richardson came as close to 
ejaculation as his cock restraint would allow the moment his hands stroked up and 
down the soft, pale soles of the big boy's feet.  Watching Trevor's already man 
size toes, thick and hairy, wriggle as much as their restraints would allow, 
trying futilely to crunch to avoid the scrabbling bristles, and then vainly 
stretching in an effort to escape the maddening tickling.  But Johnny provided 
the coup de grace, slipping one finger deep into Trevor's hairy navel and the 
fingers of the other hand scrubbing the ball sweat from the roiling, hanging 
ball sack of the physically mature teenager's heavy nuts. At the same time, he 
switched on the electric current from his transformer and the batteries of the 
anal prod, sending a rolling buzz through the fifteen year old's body.  His 
arms and legs stretched out in shock, and his nipples went rigid as his cock 
spat pre-fuck from the aching contact far up his rectum.  
 
"YYYYYYAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIII….HA, HA, HA, HA, NNNNNNOOOOOO….OOOOHH, 
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH, NO, NO,  AAAAHH, NO, WAAAAAAAHHHHH, YA, YA, GOTTA STOP, YOU GOTTA 
STOP, NO, HELP, GOD NO, OH SHIT, PLEAZE….AAAAAAHHHHHH!" For a fifteen year 
old kid, Trevor had an unusually deep voice, no doubt produced from the 
generous dose of testosterone that nature had given him and had also resulted in a 
big cock with pungent, full balls as well as his oversized, hairy teenage body.  
 
At first Trevor's body reacted spasmodically to the tickling, jerking from 
one place to another from the intense sensations.  "Oh my God, oh Jesus….Father…
ha, ha, ha, ha, 
No, make 'em stop…fuck, aaaaahhhhh, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha….oh pleaze…pleazzze, 
stop, lemme breathe, lemme breathe, aaaaahhhhhhhh."  But the deep purring of 
the prod in his rectum, nudging his boy nut, caused him to clench his butt 
cheeks and grind his ass from the achey sensation.  Coupled with the vibration 
and tingling caused by the low level electric current in the circlets around his 
nips and his prick head, Trevor was lost in a landslide of sensation.  The 
tickle in his ear, the insulated plastic allowing his nipples to be tweaked even 
as they were buzzed, the rooting of his navel, and the maddening torture of 
his big feet, had the boy howling and groaning, as his penis thickened, 
stiffened and prepared to spit its boy juice.
 
"Waaaaaaaaahhhhhh, ohhhhhh, fuck, shit….Father, Father help me…don't let '
em, pleaze, ooooooooohhhhhhh, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, I can't take it, shit…gonna 
cum, oh fucdk, gonna cuuuummmmmm….."  The artificial throbbing caused by the 
electric band around Trevor's glans had caused the fat, sticky knob to expand, 
drawing his pale foreskin tight as it was clipped over the opening.  The buzz 
at the tip, was reverberating down his piss lips and into his urethra, adding 
to the climb up the ladder to a captive ejaculation within the delicate 
foreskin.  The nine inch boner raised off of the boy's quivering stomach, bouncing 
up and down, stretching to escape the prison of the clipped and buzzed 
foreskin.  But the relentless hammering of his boy nut by the anal prod forced the 
helpless boy to lose control of his prick, and the maddening tickling made him 
lose control of the muscles everywhere on his torso.  "Aaaaawwwww FUCK, 
AAAAAAGGGGHHHHH, HA, HA, HA, HA, AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH, HA, HA, HA, HA, SHIT!  
FFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK…. IIIIII'mmmmmm  CUUUUUMMMIIINNNNGGGG! HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, 
AAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH!  Johnny smiled broadly as he saw the thick white scum 
leaking in gobs out of the clipped foreskin, piling up on the stomach and navel he 
was tickling, more and more as the boy pulsed through seven long spurts of 
teen boy cream.  
 
The three sets of fingers kept tickling, and the electric current kept going 
after the ejaculation, causing Trevor to cry out for mercy.  His aching fuck 
nut and over sensitive prick knob was driving him insane:  "
NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO, AW FUCK, GOD DAMN…SHIT….NO, STOP, HA, HA, HA, HA, NO, HELP, GOD HELP, 
FATHER, MAKE 'EM STOP, OH FUCK, AAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH. NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!"  
 
"Yeah, that's it Trevor, go ahead and squeal dude, that's what happens when 
you let priests suck your cock in the confessional…yeah, beg dude…beg."  
Johnny unclipped the foreskin of the writhing boy, and as the two other's fingers 
continued to search out every place to tickle and scratch his body, he grasped 
the still stiff boy prick now covered in sperm.   He used the soft bristles 
on his glove thumb to dance over the teenager's fat glans, stripping down the 
foreskin to expose the last refuge of defense of the teenager's manhood.  "OH 
MY GOD…OH MY GOD!, NO , STOP, AAAAAAGGGHHHH, NO, NO FUCK, NO, AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
  But there was no relief for Trevor, the big redhead, ground his ass deeper 
into the bed, was covered in sweat, but his body was stretched out like 
desert.  The fingers of Darren, Johnny and Father Richardson kept up their merciless 
assault, driving the bound teen to an agonizing consecutive boy cum.  As the 
next wads of spunk shot out, only three short bolts and a long continuous 
drool, Johnny made sure they milked it all out and masturbated the sticky fluid 
into the helpless boy's glans, making him scream and plead again.  
 
Johnny decided that Father Richardson should also pay penance for his 
indulgence with Trevor, so he decided to try something that he had seen in a video on 
an adult on-line porn site.  In the video, a teenage girl and her boyfriend 
were made captives by two masked men who burst into their parked min-van and 
found them engaged in sex.  The boy had just slipped his six-inch, thick prong 
into the girl's ragged, lightly furred, cunt slit and was going to give her the 
fuck she needed, when they were captured and bound by the bad guys.  
 
The next thing they knew, the two teens were on their backs, gagged, arms 
tethered over their heads and legs tied apart in the back of the van.  One of the 
two bad guys was out of the scene, but suddenly the side door of the van 
opens and he returns with a large German Shepard dog, who is yanking at his leash. 
 The other bad guy opens a small bag, and pulls out a clear jar filled with 
some dark gravy-like liquid.  Using a ordinary paint brush, he leans down to 
the girl, and spreading her sticky, wet pussy lips, he carefully bastes he 
trench until the soft bristles from the brush have her squirming madly, grinding 
her ass on the carpeted floor of the van.  Her eyes are closed, and her gagged 
pleas have turned to groans.  A close-up of her slit shows the puffy lips of 
her twat, sticky with their own secretions with the hard nub of her clit 
thrusting out from the folds of its protective foreskin.  The hapless teen was unable 
to control her fuck lust and was dripping copiously from the delicious 
tickling of the paint brush on her delicate, itchy hole and whorish clit. The next 
thing you know, the German Shepard is between her legs, rooting his wet nose 
into the folds of her drooling cunt, constantly bumping her clit.  But more 
importantly, his long, dexterous tongue is sluicing up and down her cunt lips 
where her boyfriend's prick had just been soothing her horny need.  In the next 
clip, you just see the girl shudder, throwing her head from side to side, as she 
obviously orgasms onto the relentless tongue of the dog, whose appetite is 
kept constant by one of the bad guys dripping more and more of the brown sauce 
from the jar onto her ravished twat.  Even after she cums, the men continue to 
lave her clit and cunt with the dog's treat, and he licks her to another 
helpless orgasm as her boyfriend watches transfixed next to her in horror.  
 
The bad guys notice, though, that her boyfriend has sprung a raging hardon 
watching his girl-friend used ruthlessly by the canine, and one nods to the 
other with a salacious grin, and the next thing Johnny saw that made his prick go 
rock hard, was the guy with the jar and brush basting the thick, fat knob of 
the boy's prick with the wicked gravy.  The boy swings his head back and forth, 
yelling into his gag to stop…but the bad guys just keep at their work, 
rubbing their own erections with their free hands as the do.  The brush works its 
magic on the boy's wide cock head, tickling the sensitive glans and itching the 
wide corona, until the handsome teen is thrashing from its intense sensation .  
When the dog finishes bringing the girl to her second, marathon orgasm, the 
bad guy turns the still hungry animal over to his friend, while he slides down 
his pants and briefs, and enters the bound girl, beginning a long, thorough 
fuck, the taut mounds of his hairy ass cheeks clenching each time he drills her. 
 In the meantime, the dog is released onto the boy's throbbing prong which is 
thrusting straight up and completely exposed to the animal's lingual assault. 
 Before you can say "Rin Tin Tin", the dog had wrapped his tongue around the 
turgid shaft and over the knob, wet and soft, torquing around the dripping 
lollipop he has captured.  Johnny could still see in his mind, how the boy's 
eyes widened and his ass lifted off the ground when the voracious dog, tasting 
the sauce bathing the prick tip, licked uncontrollably over and around his 
conscienceless erection. Even after the kid had shot thick wads of teen juice, the 
bad guys drooled more sauce onto his overwrought prick knob, and let the dog 
slaver to his heart's content, turning the boy's groans into shrieks of mercy 
for his sensitive prick tip.  Now he wanted to see Father Richardson in the 
same, helpless position.
 
Darren and Father Richardson helped Johnny secure Trevor to a chair, sitting, 
his legs tied to the rear chair legs with his soles exposed, and his arms 
tethered behind him.  He was gagged, but facing the bed. Darren was instructed to 
lube up his fist, and masturbate the bigger boy to another erection, and like 
clockwork, Trev's insatiable prick was up at attention in a moment.  Then, as 
Johnny was securing Father Richardson to the bed, face up and spread-eagled, 
Darren was using a paint brush to lave Trevor's big boy penis with some type 
of brown sauce-like substance.  Darren carefully peeled down Trev's delicate, 
pale foreskin and made sure that the fat cap of his cock head was thoroughly 
coated before he rolled it up again.  Testicles, navel, and the ragged cleft of 
his ass pucker, which was at the edge of the chair and just exposed, was also 
dabbed with a thick covering of the sauce. Then as Johnny pulled up the priest'
s legs, fixed to the spreader bar he had made for Brent, and tethered to the 
top corners of the wrought-iron bed, Darren opened the door to the room and in 
came a large, beautiful Collie.  The Collie belonged to Mrs. Havens, who 
lived down the street from Darren.  Johnny had persuaded him to borrow the dog for 
a walk, and bring him to their rendez-vous with Richardson and Trevor.  The 
young dog bounded over to Darren, who put out his hand, covered with the tangy 
sauce that Johnny had scored from his mother's refrigerator.  The eager animal 
lapped at Darren's palm, his long curling tongue seeking out every drop of 
the tasty liquid treat covering the boy's hand.  Darren then whistled to the 
dog, and turned him towards Trevor, whose eyes were bugging out of his head as he 
saw the slavering dog rush between his legs and without hesitation, begin to 
lap at his crotch.  Within moment's the Colllie, whose name was Kelly, had Trev
's big bone tingling and tickling, as the unconscious pet followed his 
instincts and licked and licked, curling around the delicate knob, and with the 
rough force of its animal tongue, dragging down the foreskin to expose Trevor's 
vulnerable glans.  Then, as Darren kept dripping the sauce onto Trevor's knob, 
the animal lept up and put his paws on Trevor's knees, so he could get his 
snout closer to the target and Kelly just licked and butted the cock head with his 
nose, until Trevor felt like fainting from the sensation.  Each time Kelly 
licked, he would bring the boy close, but his constant movement prevented Trevor 
from reaching the sweet spot, so his boner throbbed and pulsed, but never 
quite reached the moment for ejaculation.  Oh he drooled lots of pre-cum, and it 
mixed beautifully with the meat sauce, but Trevor was licked into insanity, 
his long toes curling behind him, his hands scrabbling, but not given the cum he 
needed to so badly.  Darren used his free hand, and the pauses between 
dripping sauce, to film the entire scene, and get close ups of Trevor's big pale 
prick being mauled by the soft, tickling of the dog's unmerciful tongue.
 
When Darren had enough footage of Trevor, twisting his head back and forth, 
gasping, and rolling his eyes each time Kelly's long, torquing tongue would 
slide around the pulsing cock knob, scrubbing the pebbled surface of the 
over-sized boy glans, yet leaving the big kid heaving for air, he picked up a tooth 
brush, and went behind the bound boy.  There he concentrated on the exposed 
soles of Trevor's basketball player feet, the high arches, the long toes, and wide 
ball.  He covered each foot with sauce in which the tooth brush had been 
dipped.  As Trevor was slowly, excrutiatingly climbing to his ejaculation from the 
fleeting and maddening tongue-lashing of the dog, he was distracted by the 
focused tickling of his feet by Darren with the tooth brush.  He howled into his 
gag, loosing concentration, if not his throbbing erection, while his exposed 
feet were scoured by Darren and the tooth brush.  The strong, big boy toes 
with their clean nails, soft pale flesh, flexed uncontrollably from Darren's 
investigation with the tooth brush.  The moment Trev would curl his toes in the 
vain hope of avoiding the bristles, Darren would move to the other foot, 
switching and attacking without any rhythm or consistently, making the big kid squeal 
with laughter as his precious, powerful feet, the weapons he used to dominate 
other boys on the court, were subjected to every indignity Darren could apply 
with the sauce and brush.  Moreover, this was a warm-up.  Because shortly 
before Trevor was to reach his cum, Darren directed the exuberant dog behind the 
chair, and to Trev's now fully sensitized feet, basted with the meat sauce.  
Without a bit of hesitation, Kelly went to licking the boy's feet, thrusting 
his tongue between the long toes, and laving up and down the long sole and high 
arch.  Trevor went wild, almost bucking so hard as to turn over his chair.  
But there was no where to go, and the bonds kept him tightly restrained.  Kelly 
licked from one foot to the other, following the path of Darren's brushing, 
until so affected by the ruthless licking, Trevor spontaneously ejaculated, his 
fat cock already pulsing from the early laving of the dog's insatiable tongue, 
began shooting thick wads of boy sperm up into the air, landing back with a 
plop on his shaft, and then drooling down from the untouched prong.  Then as 
fast as you can say "Lassie", the Collie was lead back around to the front of 
the chair, and as more sauce was dripped onto the still ejaculating prick, the 
dog once again wrapped his tongue around the exposed glans and wrung every 
last bit of spooge, mixed with meat sauce, from this helpless and unprotected 
surface. Trevor's eyes went wide with the sensation, and he howled from the 
inescapable sensitivity on his unprotected and helpless glans, the dog happily 
snafing every bit of juice, with a new slightly salty taste, added.  Now Trevor's 
toes were stretched out wide, frozen from the excruciating licking over and 
around his bloated boy knob. 
 
The test had been a smashing success, now for the real performance.  Father 
Richardson was secured on the bed on his knees, with his head down and his arms 
tied stretched outwards at a 90 degree angle from his torso and secured to 
the side-board of the bed.  A short two-by-four kept the priest's knees apart, 
and the ropes that secured his knees to the board, also secured him from 
collapsing down on his stomach.  In this position, his ass was up and split.  His 
feet were top down on the bed, the soles exposed, and his ankles additionally 
secured to the side-board so he could not move much.
 
Now as Johnny filmed, Darren and his brush were back at work, coating the 
priest's anal trench and his ass pucker with the pungent meat sauce.  Johnny made 
sure he screwed the brush into the willing sphincter, and dabbed the sauce 
inside the entrance to his rectum to make sure that the scent and taste would be 
inserted inside the divine.  Without a gag, Richardson expressed his 
displeasure at this procedure, especially after having watched Trevor's captivity with 
the sauce and the dog.  "Johnny, Darren, please my sons, stop this…don't do 
this to me…it's too humiliating.  Don't let that animal defile me…please…I 
beg of you…don't do this!"  But even as he begged, the Father's cock was hard 
and wet from leaking…betraying his sick and nasty lust for the strange things 
Johnny had devised for his punishment.  
 
Father's heavy nut sack now hung down between his legs, and Darren made a 
careful paint job of them as well.  All this attention to his asshole and 
testicles kept the good Father's prong rigid.  His boner was leaking drips of 
pre-sap, and his cock was pulsing.  Johnny then helped Darren to secure the boner 
downwards, against a small cookie grate from the parish kitchen nailed upright on 
two wood blocks from Johnny's old toy box.  The grate was used to secure the 
prick which lost nothing of its rigidity from being lashed downwards, and with 
the addition of the blocks, it allowed for the top of the shaft, cock knob 
and about three inches of shaft, to remain exposed below.  Once secured, Darren 
went to work on the priest's cock, making sure his cock knob got a good 
brushing to make it itch and tingle.  Then Johnny and Darren took chairs near the 
bed with large water guns filled with the meat sauce.  On the count of three, 
they began to fire their guns at Father Richardson's ass crack, his balls and 
the exposed knob of his sinfully erect prick.  When he was dovered with the 
tangy goo, they released Kelly who had been barking and pulling at his leash from 
the time they began to apply the sauce to the Father's body.  He leaped onto 
the bed when he was released, and wildly went after the targets they had 
selected, forcing his nose deep into the priest's ass crack, burrowing into the anus 
with his tongue to get at the sauce inside his rectum, and lashing the balls 
and cock knob to get the delicious gravy.  The priest panicked and began 
shouting for them to stop Kelly, but as he felt the salacious tongue of the dog 
slurping into his crack seeking out his ragged anus, and laving his bulging 
testicles and sensitive cock knob, he began to squeal from a combination of fear 
and the incredible sensation:  "Oh my God…stop, boys, oh God…oh my sweet Jesus…
oh, oh, nnnnoooooo….aaaaaaahhhhhh….. oh Lord…… oh my God…..  aaagghhh, 
stop..stop, oh pleaaassse. No, NO, oh, OH…. Oh my God…. Ooooohhhh!"  For the next 
half hour, the boys played target practice, and Kelly licked with a Pavlovian 
determination not to miss a drop of the tasty meat sauce.  Twice, the 
overwrought priest ejaculated from the way Kelly's long tongue wrapped around his 
shaft and scrubbed the corona and circumcision scar, as well as the glans.  After 
each cum, the dog licked on, enjoying the additional taste of the salty sperm 
added to his gourmet treat.  The babbling Father Richardson pleaded with the 
boys to stop Kelly, but they kept up his supply of sauce instead, watching as 
the Father's hands scrabbled helplessly after he had cum, and the dog's 
tongue kept working his bloated cock knob.  For a finale, they painted his soles 
with the sauce, and as the dog licked them, Father Richardson howled with 
laughter while Darren fisted the bound priest's exhausted cock one last time, 
working him up to another ejaculation, this time from the soft and lubricated fist 
of the teenage boy.  
 
As the dog's relentless tongue worked up and down Father Richardson's 
wriggling feet, making him gasp and squeal with laughter, Johnny untied Trevor, and 
then secured him on his lap as he sat watching the spectacle before him.  As 
Darren worked the priest to his last ejaculation, Johnny gave Trevor one last 
boy to boy wanking, fisting the unruly teenage cock knob in his fist while he 
reached up to roll and tweak Trev's stiff boy teats.  It wasn't long before 
the priest and the teen basketball stud shot their last loads of the session, 
whining and begging as they were milked and bucking from the unforgiving work on 
their already overworked cock knobs.
 
The final act of Father Richardson's penance was to agree to suck Darren's 
and Johnny's  hard cocks, and agree at a later date to be tied up in a public 
place of their choice to have his cock milked.  They exacted the same promise 
from the babbling redhead who agreed readily, not fully understanding what he 
was agreeing to, but knowing that his prick was finally going to be released 
from the current agony.  As Father Richardson was released from his bonds, and 
he and Darren showered the big teenager, whose ankles remained shackled to a 
spreader bar and his hands were secured overhead to the shower frame, Johnny had 
them gently masturbate him one more time with the soap and water.  Their 
fingertips made him whimper through one last boy cum, as his teen whore penis was 
unconscious and still craved attention while they pinched and sucked his 
nipples, and fingered his clenching anus. Trevor had paid his penance, and he and 
Father Richardson would both be doing so again.  
 
To be continued…I appreciate all the comments I have received since I began 
posting this story.  Since this is my first written work on my own in two 
years, I will continue to look forward to hearing from you. Glaucon55@aol.com
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