Dale10

Lakeland Lads

Chapters 16-20

Chapter 16
Governor

Now a much more difficult task. Bobby had to insert his tongue up the asshole of each trustee and then identify the trustee by name. His task had to be achieved by the feel and taste of the asshole alone. The boys sat with their legs up and sprad so the shape and texture of the ass cheeks were of no help. Since all the boys assholes were shaved or plucked of all hair, it really was only the shape of the ass ring, the thickness of pucker skin and the taste that gave Bobby any clues. His tongue had been deep up the current asshole for about thirty seconds.

"Well clitlips, whose shithole are you sucking?" a voice demanded.

Bobby withdrew his slime coated tongue. He hesitated too long and received a kick in his own asscrack from a bare foot behind him. He fell forward his face buried in the eighteen year old trustees asshole. The boys laughed. Bobby regained his balance, subverting all sense of humiliation in order to accomplish the task at hand, or lips to be more accurate. He chewed his lower lip, swollen and puffy from cocksucking and ass slurping, wrinkled his cute little boy nose with one last whiff of the pungent boyass and made his guess.

It was wrong of course, it was almost impossible to identify teenage boy asshole by tongue and smell alone, and the boys knew this. They used it as further torment in Bobby's endless nightmare training session. In mock anger Cal threw Bobby onto his back and knelt over his face, his big eighteen year old dick dripping fuckslime all over Bobby's mouth and nose. He ripped off the blindfold so he could see Bobby's big dark cow eyes filled with fear.

"You fucked up again cunt, looks like you'll never learn. We're going to have to be a lot more tough on you arnt we twatface?"

"Yes, sir," Bobby whimpered, wondering how they could possibly be any more rough than they had been for the last two days. Bobby had slept in a metal gym locker, his body folded in two. It had been opened at night only for the trustees to take nighttime pisses into his poor little mouth. During the day his hours had been filled with cruel and sadistic training sessions, endless experiments in humiliation and torture.

The more Bobby suffered, the more the trustees needed to get their big swollen teenage dicks off, and of course they used Bobby's body as their group cumdump. When a trustee had shot his load into Bobby or onto him or at him or whatever the current activity required five or six times and he needed a rest, he would retire and a new trustee all horny and eager for some rough stuff would take his place. The potential cruelty of eighteen year old boys is astounding. No wonder sports has become a violent outlet for young men, it lets off the steam from an ever pulsing cruel streak in their natures. These muscular eighteen year olds simply delighted in making Bobby's life as miserable as they could, and the more the thirteen year old begged and blubbered and crawled, the harder their big fat swollen dripping pricks became, until they swung and bounced in front of them like baseball bats.

The fuckneed level in the lockerroom was as high as it could possibly get 3; and Bobby was the only recepticle.

Bobby ate dog food. It was thrown on the floor in a great pile and the trustees walked through it. Then Bobby had to lick it off their big bare feet. The only thing hed had to drink in two days was boy piss. It was beer piss actually as the teenage trustees guzzled can after can.

And the training itself was grusome. Bobby had to duckwalk endlessly until he dropped, then he was pissed on and kicked. He was fucked every couple of hours by anyone who needed to dump jizz. His asshole was stretched by fingers and eventually hands. He was made to crawl aroudn the room barking like a dog or oinking like a pig as he reached his boy tongue out for teenage dick or balls or ass. The trustees had spitting contests to see who could spit into his mouth from the greatest distance. Soon Bobby's resistance to boygob was broken down and he hungrily licked the spitslime form his lips. They made him pull and twist his own nipples until he almost blacked out from the pain, telling him a cunt like him had to have twat titties, thirteen year old twat titties. The guys blew their noses in handkerchiefs and made Bobby suck them clean. The big blond German kid who had shot off over twelve times in two days and still sported a dripping hard on made Bobby actually stick his tongue up his nose and lick out the snot and crud. They knew Bobby wouldn't refuse the vilest command. He couldn't.

Each time the boy tried to crawl away in his mind, to some safe house in his memory. Thoughts of his dog or his sister or brother, he was jerked back to reality bysome new horror. Bobby was taught the proper way to take a fuck, how to push his asshole muscles or cunt muscles as they called them, out to accomodate the big prick fucking into him. He learned the proper way to drink man piss, to let the dickhead rest on the tongue so the taste of the piss filled the mouth before the boy swallowed.

All the while he was called the filthiest names, cuntface, scum sucker, twat breath, fucked up slutty piece of shit, dick drizzle. The boys relished each new insult and laughed as they hurled these titles at the poor quaking kid.

When Burke and the Governor entered the room, Bobby was on his hands and knees stretched over a folding chair seat, reaching his tongue out to lick a dripping trustee dick held just out of reach. Cal sat behind Bobby on a second folding chair, extending his foot so he could fuck Bobby's tender asshole with his big toe. Bobby who was learning fast arched his back and pushed his boytwat out against the toe while at the same time stretching his tongue as far from his mouth as he could to try to reach the leaking prick. While he did this he did not forget to grunt like a pig in heat. The other trustees drank beer and commented on Bobby's technique.

"Come on push that cunt out girl. How you ever going be able to take on the whole high school football team if you havent got an elastic pussy. Come on girl youre not trying hard enough. Do you want to have to drink another diarrhea milkshake?"

"Oh dear, it looks as if Bobby is coming along nicely." The Governor commented rubbing his hard dick through his eleven hundred dollar suit trousers

"The trustees have been well schooled in the most subtle forms of education. They know how to bring out the best in a boy." Burke said, his own big prick starting to leak in his jeans.

The trustees snapped to attention, their hardons bouncing and drooling, as they stood ramrod stiff.

"Bobby, front and center, come greet the Governor." Burke barked.

Bobby looked up at the two men through the tangle of black hair hanging over his beautiful face. His eyes were red from crying and nis nose ran, either snot or cum. His naturally pouty thirteen year old lips were swollen twice their normal size from dick sucking and he look absolutely beautiful.

"A vision," the Governor whispered. "You should keep him like this all the time."

"We intend to," Burke laughed.

Bobby started to climb to his feet, then thought better of it and crawled on hands and knees over to the headmaster and the politician.

"Look at that fuckable boy ass undulate as he crawls." The Governor said.

Bobby was a piece of meat nothing more, a piece of fuck meat. And somewhere deep in his mind he was starting to realize that.

"Stand up cunt," Burke said gently. Bobby stood.

"Properly, tits out, asspussy out, back arched, mouth open, tongue slightly out."

Bobby took the stance he had learned in training. He knew he had to push with his tits and asspussy until it hurt, so he did. But it wasn't good enough.

"Come on whore. Give me more nipple. Get those girlie tits out!"

The Governor reached out and grabbed both of Bobby's big sore nipples. When Bobby stumbled forward, the Governor put one loafer clad foot on the boys stomach to hold him still and then really tugged onthe boys titties. Snot ran from Bobby's nose to his mouth. Burke roughly shove a finger up Bobby's rectum.

"You like that, Twat? You like something up your pussy?"

"Yes sir." Bobby sobbed, crying drytears because there were no salttears left.

"Come on girl. I want to see some nipple action here. Be a whore like Marilyn Monroe, get those titties out!"

The Governor tugged and twisted Bobby's brownnubs, now red and raw with training.

"Naughty little cunts like you need training. Can't raise a country of disrespectful snotnosed kids. Gotta keep the little cunts in line, you were born a cunt, oh you didn't know it, but I can tell. I can tell when a teenage boy is really a slutmouth cocksucking assslurping pussy. Does that bother you when I call you those names Bobby?"

"No sir," Bobby squeeled, trying not to scream from the torture of his boy nipples and the finger jabbing at his prostate.

"No it doesn't bother you because you know thats what you really are. You are not a normal teenage boy who likes girls and sports and politics. You are a fucked up pussymouthed pervert who cant get enough prick to satisfy those hungry cunt holes of yours. I'm right, aren't I, Bobby?"

"Yes sir, you are completely right."

"At home, at the Governors mansion, I found my little boy, not yet a teen 3; smoking. Can you believe it? Well you know what I did to punish the little shit? I made him smoke two cartons fo cigarettes a day for a month! He was violently sick for a month. I kept him bare assed naked in his room for a fucking month, inhaling cigarettes, when he didn't inhale deeply enough, I added an extra pack to his schedule. That cured him! So I would say the cure for you is to give you all the dick you need and then some. Youd like that wouldn't you Bobby?"

"Oh yes sir, whatever you think best," the boy groveled, wanting the big digging finger out of his asshole. Burke did withdraw the finger.

"Here Bobby suck this finger clean."

Bobby did.

"Now Bobby here is a nice piece of school stationary and a pen. I want you to sit down and write your father a nice letter. I want you to tell him how much how much you love our school and how much it has helped you. Then I want you to confess something to your Daddy. I want to confess to him that you are a homosexual and that you have wanted to suck his big dick for years. I want you to tell him you are in love with his big fat cock, that you used to rush into the bathroom when he'd finished pissing to lick the rim of the toilet to get a little piss off the toilet bowl. I want you to tell him how you used to steal his condoms after he had fucked your mother and how you used to suck the cum out of them. Confess how sick you are to your Daddy, and how you hope Lakeland can cure you of your sick desires. While you are at it, tell your daddy how much you want to fuck your little brother's asshole. That should ensure that you stay with us for a nice long time and also get your daddy sending in some nice fat donations to help the school. Do that for me Bobby, will you, but before you start, why don't you suck the Governor's cock, and mine too while you're at it!"

Later, in Burke's office. Carlos stands before the headmaster and the Governor.

"Strip off your shorts and tee shirt and beat that big uncut Latino cock for us will you Carlos?"

"My goodness the girls must have squeeled when Carlos rammed that big fucktool up their cunts."

The Governor observed while the Latino beat off and the two men sipped brandy.

"Carlos bring that prick over here and let a little pre cum drip into my brandy snifter. Yes indeed you are quite a juicer boy!"

"Thank you sir," Carlos said.

"Have you fucked Carlos' ass, Governor?"

"Oh not since he was fifteen, two years ago. I prefer young boypussy."

"You are making a big mistake. Carlos has one of the most fuckable asses in the whole school. He uses his inner ass muscles to keep the fuck tight and intense, and the best part is he still hates to get fucked, don't you Carlos?"

"Yes sir!"

The boy was grunting from stoking his own thick long dripping dick.

"Yes, Governor, Carlos still fancies himself a fucker, not a fuckee. No matter what we shove up that boy twat. He still thinks of himself as a man! Isn't that right Carlos?"

"I try sir." Carlos was close to cumming, his muscular chest was heaving, nipples riding high now, long and pouty. erect as his throbbing Latino dick.

"Don't cum Carlos, that would spoil the fun. Yes, Governor. Carlos still fancies himself a real girl fucker. That's why we use him in the training of some of the new cunts, he impresses them and breaks them down. Some of the new boys even fall in love with him. You are doing very well with Bobby, Carlos, the elevator incident was wonderful. I watched it five times on video."

"Yeah, but did you have to let them throw me in the shit pit for Christ's sake?"

Carlos was stroking slowly now, spooge running from his fat pisshole.

"That was your own fault. You improvised yourself into that shit trough, we didn't have any choice. Now we want you to really make the kid trust and love you. He must feel that you are his last salvation. That will really break him."

"I need more time with him."

"You mean you want to fuck his asspussy."

"Yeah that too, oh shit im close."

"You cum without permission, you go to the Pit, Carlos!"

That little thought caused the boys dick to back off a bit. Yes Carlos was a tool of the school, in more ways than one. He was in on Bobby's training. He had been sent on to the boy with the intention of making Bobby fall for him. Carlos was part of Bobby's training. But what Burke and the boys at Lakeland didn't know was that something had gone wrong. Carlos actually fell for the boy and now in his clever teenage mind, he was actually planning an escape. He would get out! And he would take Bobby with him!

Chapter 17
Lovers

Poor Bobby, who had already been in a state of near exhaustion and numbness from days of abuse was now reduced to something slightly above the level of a mindless rag doll. The roaring pain in his asspussy turned to a dull burned out feeling, like the smoldering ruins of a once glorious building now reduced to rubble. As each new teen prick scraped the lining of his rectum, the battered teenbaby would groan and push his cunt out more as instructed. The loads of male fuck gob were spooned out of the ravaged ass and Bobby slurped up the slime. By the time his training period ended, little Bobby, thirteen and innocent, had been fucked over seventy times. He was a little whore now, a fucktoy, a pussyboy, a cumfilled slophole made to receive manprick. He was starting to learn anyway that his asscunt and mouth were the only things about him that mattered, and that he had better learn how to use them well.

The Governor was delighted with his progress. He had Bobby give him a good ass suck while the fourteen year old mouth cunt sucked him dry. Bobby had developed a real fine style of shoving his boy tongue way up inside an asshole while his lips sucked an the shithole pucker. The trustees had spent ten hours on the technique, makeing the boy suck their shitters until he got the style just right. Bobby learned to suck an asshole with enthusiasm whether it was clean or caked with shit.

He knew now for certain that he would never get the taste and smell of dick out of his mouth and nose and why should he? Cock was his master, his God, he was meant to serve dick. Big fuckbloated dripping cocks twenty four hours a day raming as far up his cunt canal as possible, cockheaven and cockhell. One in the same. And for the pleasure of prick, boys must degrade and humiliate themselves. That Bobby learned too. Boys must not be afraid to abuse themselves terribly to appease the throbbing pricklust of men. This was Lakeland life. As far as the Governor was concerned, this should be the life of every cute boy between the ages of ten and eighteen. Babyfaced cuntboys needed dick training badly.

The trick to the whole thing was of course that the more the boys begged and groveled and suffered, their angelic faces twisted by pain and humiliation, their poty lips swollen and thick, their pug noses dripping snot and cum and piss, the more the boys writhed in agony, the bigger and wetter the pricks of the lustfilled men became. Suffering was the key, the boys suffering. The boys must never relax or enjoy the fuck act. If they began to accept their role as twatkid, some new horror must be added to rattle the boys sense of wellbeing. In this way a kid remained totally fucked up and was thus much more fun. Of course eventually every boy reached the state of a mindless broken down fuckhole, a slobbering maniac, eyes rolling, drool running over smooth boy chest, teeth snapping at whomever came near, but then that boy was simply sent to the Pit.

Some boys did leave Lakeland, graduate if you will. Boys whose training was successful. They became the equivilent of hypnotized zombies, trained against their will to spread teenage perversion throughout the world. Boys sent out into the world at sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen, who needed to get fucked hourly or suck dick constantly. Boys who had been conditioned to need sex with family members, or animals, or clergymen, or teachers, or total strangers, or little boys. Boys who had been thoroughly corrupted. But such total mind control was a difficult task and the success rate left something to be desired. The other boys were simply sold from the school as sex slaves. Still is was a thrill for Burke to send a totally fucked up boy back out into society. Of course the boy was carefully monitored, lest he slip back toward normalcy, just to protect Lakelands security and soverignty

Although Bobby was a fucked up mess, his mind was not yet broken. It was addled to be sure, good and addled, but not yet broken. He still retained individual thoughts and did dwell now and then on subjects other than juicy male dick. He staggered bare assed down the school hall, cum and shit and piss bubbling out of his asshole, and even the other boys who had been forbidden to ever stare, stopped in their own tasks long enough to gawk. His black hair was clotted with prickglop and looked stiff and brittle. His face was streaked with dried flaking milky colored cumslop and shit. Across his forehead had been written 'CUMDUMP'. With an arrow down his nose pointing at his sore swollen lips, and it was true. The little boys mouth had become nothing but a cumdump.

His chest was coated with dried sex slime piss and shit. His nipples stood out about an inch [2½ cm], big round swollen sow titties, ready to be milked. The trustees had worked long and hard on those pigudders, until they were stretched and fat and nubby. His dick which had been pumped with a machine but not allowed to release his boy seed was grotesque, hard as an iron bar, angry and red, swaying before him as he walked bowlegged and bruised, legs spread so his beaten balls could swing freely. On his beautiful bruised bubble butt, the words 'Fuck Hole' had been written one word on each cheek.

Bobby's big teenage feet scraped along the floor and every few feet he stumbled. His eyes looked glazed and his tongue protruded slightly from his lips. Spittle and cum dripped from his chin. According to many of the Lakeland faculty, this was the ideal state for a boy and one in which he should be kept.

Coach Krawl was hurrying down the hall with his usual tight assed strut. Krawl never relaxed, never let down his hard assed demeanor. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Bobby. Then he slapped the boy hard, sending him crashing into a wall and then slumping to the floor.

"You dumb cunt, youre dripping cum and shit all over the hall. Get yourself to the cunt room and shower this instant, do you hear me?"

Bobby couldn't stand so he crawled down the hall toward the cunt room door. Krawl shook his head at the lack of respect in boys nowadays and grabbed another boy by the scruff of the neck.

"You, prickpuss, you see those shit and cum drippings all up and down the hall, get your ass in gear now and lick them up. I want this floor spotless."

Bobby crawled into the toilet room, he didn't even look up, concentrating on the cool white floor tiles beneath him. He headed for the showers beyond the shit trenches and he didn't even see Carlos until he was two feet [60 cm] from him. Carlos had been assigned trench duty, picking up the boys shit with bare hands and dumping it down the drain. Of course there was an automated flushing system, but Burke preferred to let the boys do the work. He had been bothered by Carlos report to him concerning Bobby, and suspected maybe the Latino boy had a woody for the new kid. Burke was one smart cookie. You don't hold a job like his if you're not.

So Carlos was on shit duty and Bobby crawling toward the showers looked up and saw him at his side.

"Carloth 3;" Bobby croaked, his tongue swollen from dick sucking and coated with ass and cock slime.

"Jesus Maria, what have they done to you?"

Carlos jumped from the trench, his muscular brown body slick with sweat and shit. He lifted Bobby's face in his shit encrusted hands.

"I'll kill them 3; I'll kill the motherfuckers."

He hissed and Bobby cried with relief at being with his savior, his hero. Bobby fell into Carlos arms, and the Latino rocked the teenbaby against his shit streaked chest.

"Poor baby, poor baby," he whispered over and over again as Bobby's lips found one of the muscular studs fat swollen nipples and began to suck on it. Carlos tried to stroke the boys cum clotted hair but he just got globs of shit in it. What an extraordinary way for two boys to fall in love. In the most disgusting unwholsome surroundings one can imagine love blossomed like a rose in an artic wasteland. One big Latino hand slid down over Bobby's smooth well formed ass cheeks and the boy bucked like a wounded deer.

"Oh, they fucked you bad didn't they. Oh baby, we gotta get out of here."

Bobby sucked the pouty brown nipple like it was his mothers teat. He coudl feel Carlos thick uncut dick hardening against his naked body. Carlos removed the boys sucking mouth from his tit and replaced it with his mouth. He spit into Bobby's mouth to cleanse it the best he could, then the two boys kissed long and hard, a true lovers kiss, mixing spit with cum and piss and shit, the sweetness of their teen lust making the flavor heavenly. Carlos licked the slime from Bobby's face.

"You are so fucking adorable."

Bobby winced when the thick Latino finger found his battered assbud.

"I gotta baby. I just gotta feel your pussy. I'll be gentle."

Carlos shitty finger rubbed the sore pussy.

"Atta girl, just relax," Carlos soothed. He let more spit drip onto Bobby's face, and the boy opened his young mouth to catch it like a baby bird being fed.

"I gotta fuck you honey. I just gotta fuck you," Carlos whispered, his fiery Latino fuck lust driving him over the edge.

"No more fucking, please, no more fucking," Bobby begged.

"Baby, I just got to. I love you. It may be our only chance. I'll be gentle. I won't hurt you. You been opened up by big trustee cock, so mine won't be too much of a stretch. This is me baby, Carlos, your lover."

"It'll hurt too much," Bobby sobbed between kisses. "Shhhh 3; be a good girl. I won't hurt you I promise."

It was a lie but Carlos couldn't help it. He needed to fuck. His dick was so thick it always hurt, and he fucked real rough, too rough. He slammed his cock into pussy or ass, until his big bloated balls bounced on assflesh. It was just the way he was, one tough rough motherfucker. He hadn't lied about loving the boy though, he was smitten with Bobby, something he had never felt in his life. Bobby tried to avoid the fuck by sliding down and taking the drooling uncut prick between his lips. He sucked the foreskin as it slid back to reveal the red sloppy prickhead. He could tell from the throb of the dick that Carlos needed to fuck. His man needed to fuck, and fucking was more important than life. Carlos threw the boys legs up over his shoulders, bending the kid in two. He put the wet head of his cuntstuffer to the raw asslips.

"Just relax, girl, just relax like a good little cunt. Relax your slutty pussy for me."

Carlos couldn't help talking dirty when he fucked. He had been brought up that way. His father had talked that way when he fucked Carlos and his little brother and sister.

"Relax your pussy, gimme that pussy, push it out for me. Take my cockhead, loosen up those cuntlips."

Bobby tried for his lover. He wanted to be a good girl. To open his cunt for his boyfriends big dick

Carlos began to tug on Bobby's big nipples, using them as handles as he forced more and more dick up the well fucked asshole. Bobby was caught between pain and ecstacy, caught in a sexwarp 3; lost in a lustworld where nothing mattered except satisfying his lovers dick. Bobby wanted to submit, even if it meant dying for his love, even if the pain killed him. He must give until he had nothing left to give.

"Yeah 3; ugh 3; thats it whore 3; take this big dick 3; you slut cunt 3; oh you fucking beautiful fuckhole you, Oh you fucking dick sewer 3; I love you 3; I LOVE YOU."

"I LOVE YOU TOO," Bobby swooned as the Latino prick stuffed his thirteen year old boytwat.

"Atta girl, fuck back, fuck back against my prick. Suck it up your cunt. Oh baby, when we get out of here, I'm never going to take my prick out of your ass. I'm gonna leave it up your hole twenty four hours a day."

"Oh God, yes, fuck me, fuck me," Bobby screamed.

His little boy ass eating the teen dick. Carlos slammed the boycunt as hard as he could, his prick churning up Bobby's bowels, his fat latino nuts banging the ass cheeks.

So caught up in their fucklust were the two lovers they didn't see the door open. Nore did they see Burke and the Governor standing there watching them fuck. Burke snapped his fingers and four burly trustees dragged the screaming Carlos off his boy love, his big drooling dick making a popping sound as it uncorked itself from Bobby's ass.

"You fucking swine!" Burke shouted, spit flying from his mouth as he backhanded the Latino teen.

"We trusted you."

Carlos slammed into the floor and began to crawl back toward Bobby. "Gotta finish the fuck," he muttered over and over, his big dick sputtering like a machine gun.

"I love you Bobby 3; I LOVE YOU 3;"

The trustees dragged him off the sobbing thirteen year old once again. Burke kicked Carlos in his fat hairless nutbag.

"For this you ungrateful cunt. You go to the Pit!"

Carlos screamed now in horror 3; and Bobby screamed for his poor lover.

"Remember, Bobby, I love you. Always remember I love you. Be always with me 3;," the teenager screamed as the trustees dragged him from the room.

"I love youuuuuuuuuu"

Bobby shouted as best he could, and Burke kicked the thirteen year old into the shit trough. He began to stuff the boys mouth with shit.

"You love him do you? Well see about that. We'll work that love right out of your perverted little pussy you stinking piece of boy shit you. We'll make you curse the day you ever met Carlos. We'll make you hate Carlos!"

"Never," Bobby screamed, the sound clogged by wet sloppy boyturds. "Never 3; never 3; never 3;" Eventually he had to stop crying and swallow instead so he could breathe.

Chapter 18
Terry Archer

"Catch my dick with your mouth," the trustee said with a husky voice full of fuck need.

As Bobby's slender teen body swung closer, the young boy tried to get his lips around the dripping prick.

"Come on Cunt, you can do better than that."

Bobby swung away from the sweating well toned trustee, on the next swing in he got his lips around the large helmet shaped dickhead, but the slick pre fuck cause his mouth to slide off on the backswing.

"Come on you fucking piece of shit, get that dick in your mouth. Do you want me to tell Mr. Burke you aren.t trying?"

At the mention of Burke, Bobby whimpered and pushed his lips out as far as his cute pouty mouth would allow. On the next swing he secured the fat eighteen year old prickhead in his mouth. He felt a moment of peace within himself. He was safe for another minute, until the next horror began.

"Very good Cunt. Now slobber up that dick slop, don't forget to make piggy noises."

Thirteen year old Bobby slurped on the thick slimey eighteen year old cock. He was at home cocksucking now, he had sucked hundreds in the past few days and the thought no longer shattered him. Now the trustee eased the gobbling kid off his dripping dick and spun him around so his rear end showed. Bobby had a prize winning little boy ass. Perfectly shaped tiny asscheeks, thrusting out from a slender back. Bobby's ass was superb, and the beauty of it was enhanced by the red welts crossing the ass cheeks. stunning scarlet raised welts from the last belt whipping he had received. Many ass experts feel that a young boys asscheeks look at their best when heavily welted. Puffy swollen mounds of red covering the pale smooth peachlike texture of the child ass. The Trustee thoughty so. He loved the sight of a well whipped boyass. It made his dick drip. He measure practically everything in life by how much it made his dick drip. If a thing didn't make his dick drip it wasn't worth doing. Now he leaned in and spread the bruised boy asscheeks. Bobby winced and moaned. The ass crack was bright red from being beaten with a switch. The educators at Lakeland know that a boys ass crack is particularly vulnerable to pain, so a good ass crease beating is administered for the slightest infraction.

Bobby's asshole itself was swollen and red. The asslips spread like an open flower. The result of conserted efforts to turn the boyhole into a pussy. Yes indeed, little Bobby a thirteen year old boy had been well fucked like a twat stretched cunt. In fact like most of the boys in the school, Bobby's name wasn't even used anymore, he was just called 'Cunt' and he was starting to think of himself as a boycunt.

The trustee stuck one finger from each hand into the boys asspussy, and then spread the hole as wide as he could. Bobby's cunt was gaining an elastic quality much admired by the faculty and adult visitors of Lakeland School For Boys.

However the trustee had to cut his training session with the fuckable little shit short today, some fucking big shot had dibs on the kids ass for the night. He got up and lowered Bobby's writhing body to the floor. Bobby lay there breathing heavily. The trustee loosened the ropes from the boys ankles, but before Bobby could sit up, the eighteen year old spun around and sat right on the kid's face. His big beefy hunky jock ass hunkered down right over Bobby's nose and mouth.

"Before you go on your special date with the senator's son. I want a nice ass suck."

Bobby knew how to suck ass, true he wasn't an expert yet, but he'd had asssucking class just that morning and hadn't received any demerits. He tried hard to remember the proper procedure for sucking ass. First lick the ass crack, well the trustee was planted so heavily on his face it wasn't easy. Still he licked the best he could. Then run your tongue around the asshole itself, cleaning and wetting it. Then stick your tongue just a bit into the asshole and wiggle it around. Flutter the tongue against the asslips. Then when it was real wet and sloppy and the strong taste of the asshole was in your mouth, stick your tongue well into the pucker up the rectum. With your tongue in the rectum, suck on the asshole.

Bobby did this and the trustee moaned with pleasure, frigging his thickining drooling fucktool. Aw fuck, everything about this thirteen year old boycunt made his dick drip. He bounced a bit on Bobby's face, smashing his nose well into the ass crease. Now Bobby began to fuck his tongue in and out of the asshole, stretching his tongue until it hurt, as he had been taught to do. In and out the tongue fucked scraping up inner ass juice and slime.

In just a few weeks earlier someone had told little Bobby he would be sucking asshole, he would have thought them nuts. Here he was hungrily slurping shithole, mainly because it was a reprieve from being hurt. Now Bobby stretched his tongue out even further, doing a turd probe. It was important to try to touch turd, it was a sign you were really trying. The root of Bobby's tongue ached but he stretched it out even farther until the very tip came up against an obstruction. He swiped the tongue tip over the object, then drew his tongue back into his own mouth to taste. Yes it tasted like shit.

The hunky trustee sensed Bobby's victory and beat his prick faster and faster. Now Bobby sucked on the ass as hard as he could trying to draw the shit log into his mouth. If he could get a turd into his mouth, the trustee was sure to be proud of him. Bobby no longer had any dignity, any pride in himself. He only sought approval from his betters and that included eveyone. The trustee grunted and arched his back, stuck out his muscualr chest and ground his asshole onto Bobby's face. He squeezed his thick fat veined prick and a long white spray of fuck shot out across the room.

"OOOhhhhhhhh fuck yeah!" he shouted. And Bobby felt reasonably sure he had done well.

Two hours later he was taken up in the elevator to the penthouse to meet Terry Archer, son of the conservative senator Terrence Archer. Terry was only twenty-one and one wild fucker. His father left strict instructions with a dozen lawyers to keep the boys behavior out of the papers at all costs. Terry, on his eighteenth birthday had been given eighteen million dollars by pop. Mostly to get rid of him, and the boy had purchased a lifetime membership as a sponsor of Lakeland Academy for Boys.

He was a good looking young man, all tanned and smooth with blond hair and an all American boy face. And a meaner son of a bitch never walked the face of the earth. As a senior in high school he had delighted in dating freshman girls and getting them pregnant, then dropping them. He proudly announced he had fucked 128 virgins and gotten twenty-eight girls pregnant. Needless to say he liked boys even more than girls. He delighted in humiliating and breaking a boy, showing him the power of money and position. He honestly felt he owned the world and everyone in it.

Terry was wearing a red silk komono and sipping Chateau Neuf du Pape, nursing a hardon that hadn't abated ever since he saw Bobby crawling down the hall on his was to class. He'd heard stories about Bobby's amazing ass, and now the bare naked thirteen year old was standing shyly in front of him.

"Bobby 3;" Terry said in a gentle, soothing voice, and Bobby was shocked, almost no one except Burke used his name anymore.

"Bobby, I don't know if you know who I am. I'm Terrence Archer III, and I can help you. I can take you away from this place, to my private home in Greenwich. You can have a room of your own and a television and all kinds of nice things, if you pass the test. Would you like to leave this place Bobby and come live with me?"

He seemed so nice, Bobby was at once aware of a trick. Still anything to get away from Lakeland.

"Yes sir, I'd like that."

"I have a swimming pool, and horses, and a tennis court, and I am looking for a special young friend, someone to share my life with. A special friend who know how to obey orders perfectly. Do you think you can obey orders perfectly?"

"I can try sir," Bobby allowed his mind to dream of being free. It was dangerous.

"Well youre going to have to do more than try. You're going to have to pass some very difficult tests, to prove your dedication and loyalty and ability. You can stop at any time, but if you pass the tests and you want to come with me, I'll take you back to my home. I have been watching you Bobby and I have a big crush on you."

Bobby agreed to submit to Terry's tests. The first was to determine if Bobby could be loyal to a new family instead of his old one, Terry told him. A trustee who served Terry, unrolled a large poster onto the floor. Bobby looked down at it and his beautiful big eyes filled with tears. His long black eyelashes became coated with heavy saltwater, until they swelled and burst and saddness ran down his smooth tender cheeks. The large poster on the floor was a blowup of the face of Bobby's mother.

"Mom," Bobby whined, his full lower lip trembling.

Terry's dick bounced and the head stuck itself out through the robe.

"Thats my mom."

"Don't be a little fucking pussy, Bobby, be a big boy. I need my boys devoted to me, not their former families. Now prove to me how strong you are. I want you to piss on the picture of your mother."

Bobby stood there naked and innocent, sobbing, looking down at the photo of his mother and wanting to be enveloped in her warm loving arms.

"Come on, Bobby, do you want to get out of this hellhole or not? Now take a nice healthy piss on your Mom's face."

A cry emerged from the delicate thirteen year old that sounded like that of a wounded animal as he arched his back, and a strong spray of yellow piss cascaded down onto this mothers face.

"Good boy 3; Good boy, Bobby, I can see you are strong, thats good. Keep pissing, piss it all out, all over the fucking cunts face."

Bobby sobbed more loudly and pissed, and Terry's big dick started to drip.

When Bobby had finished, Terry instructed the boy to get a hard on. He watch with an amused expression as Bobby frigged his boycock. At last the teen dick stood at a proud seven inches [18 cm].

"Very good, Bobby, you have a beautiful prick. You'll grow up to be a really studly fucker if you get away from this place. Now I want you to lay down and fuck your mothers face!"

Bobby was wracked with sobs and he lowered himself onto his knees and then lay down in the piss over the photo of his moms face. He began to hump his dick against the photo.

"That's it, Bobby, fuck your mom, fuck the shit out of the old cunt, fuck that face, fuck that photo, you're fucking your mother Bobby, you are a motherfucker!"

Bobby closed his eyes and thought of Carlos. He wondered what had happened to his lover, to his savior, was the latino in the Pit? Was he even still alive? He concentrated on Carlos body, his face, his cruel yet sensitive smile, his big uncut prick, he could smell Carlos, taste Carlos.

The thirteen year old boy shot a huge load all over the poster of his mothers face. He jerked and humped in the piss, his boycum mixing with piss, creating a sloppy sticky mess.

"Very good, Bobby, you passed the first test. Very good, I'm proud of you. I think I could fall in love with you."

Terry was openly jerking his eight inch [20 cm] prick.

"You did splendidly, as Daddy used to say when I got all A's 3; now be a clean little boy Bobby and lick up all your cum and piss. Musn't leave a mess. Lick the dick snot off your mom's face, and we'll go on to test number two.

Chapter 19
Tests

Terry was testing Bobby, enticing him with promises of getting him out of Lakeland. Even the glimmer of hope held up before the abused thirteen year old boy was enough to enable him to endure all sorts of horrors. Nothing could be worse than Lakeland.

Bobby's tummy was bloated with soapy water. The soap made the cramps more painful and the water harder to control. He was on his back stretched out on a table. Terry gently stroked Bobby's bloated stomach with one hand, commenting to the boy that he looked nine months pregnant.

"Hold that soapy water inside you, don't lose even a drop. We have to make sure you have good anal control. Can't have you shitting all over the floor of my beautiful house, can we? "

Terrence Archer leaned in and gently kissed Bobby on the lips, running his tongue over the boys swollen puffy delectable teen lips. Then he licked Bobby's face all over.

"Pleeeaaaassssseeeee, sir. I gotta shit it out."

Bobby moaned in extreme pain. He had almost blacked out from the last attack of cramps and if it got any worse. He knew he would shit the enema water all over the table. His large teen feet twisted and his toes curled. His boy hands made knoted fists, his slender chest labored to take deep breaths. His little boyprick had withered to a stub nestled in his big boy balls.

"Just a little longer, baby, some of the other boys I am considering held out longer. If you want to get out of this place you have to tie their record. Just try to relax, here let me help you."

Terry reached out one hand and gently massaged Bobby's thirteen year old dick. It was the last thing the boy wanted. It just made the cramps worse. Terry rolled the boy penis in his fingers and tugged on it gently. The dick began to fill and swell. Bobby raised his ass a bit making his swollen belly even more grotesque.

The next cramp was so bad Bobby bit his lower lip. Terry didn't like that at all.

"We can't have you damaging yourself. You are far too beautiful to damage. Here, bite on this so you don't hurt yourself."

It was a butt plug, freshly removed from the ass of a fifteen year old downstairs. Bobby didn't mind the anal smell. He bit down hard on the rubber dick, and it did help. The wave of cramps passed and he had a moment of peace.

"You know I think you are my favorite boy so far. I'd love to have you come live with me."

Terrence cooed, massaging Bobby's hardening teencock. The other hand flicked Bobby's big fat pouty nipples. When nipples and dick were both painfully erect, and the boy was moaning in a combination of belly pain and teen lust, Terrence continued his administrations.

"Now Bobby, I'm just going to sensitize your titties and dickhead a little bit to bring you more pleasure. Now I know that boys your age have very sensitive dickheads and nipples to begin with, but if we heighten the nerve endings. Then sex will be even more fun for you. You see I have your best interests at heart."

Terry produced a piece of rough grade sandpaper. With it he gently rubbed the very tip of the boys erect nipple nub.

Bobby bucked on the table. His young ass rose and slammed back down, his swollen belly heaved, he arched his chest and twisted.

"Now be a big boy and lie still, I don't want to have to tie you down. Now stick that nice fat teen tittie up for me, come on."

Bobby threw his beautiful head back and breathed through his mouth, clogged with the butt plug. He tried again to breathe in through his nose. His nose ran and snot dripped down his face, as Terry briskly rubbed the sandpaper over his nipples. Jolts of a kind of tickling electric shock seemed to spread through his chest, then a burning in his nipple nubs, a raw stinging burning sensation.

"There 3; these titties should stay nice and tender for a few days. Just touching them should send you through the roof. I know some boys your age who cant ever wear shirts because their nipples are too raw. Isn't that cool?"

Now Terry moved the sandpaper down to Bobby's prick.

"Let's do the same thing to that big beautiful dickhead of yours. My, my, you certainly do have a wonderful cock for thirteen. If you hadn't been sent to Lakeland, you probably would have been fucking everything in sight by now. Thirteen year old boys are generally pretty fucking dirty you know. Their minds are in their dicks. They play with their cocks constantly, in the classroom, in the home, even in church. Just last week I saw a boy of thirteen or fourteen in church rubbing his dirty dripping dick through his best sunday trousers right there in church. He just couldn't keep his hands off of himself. I followed him into the men's room of the church. The little fucker had gone in there to whack off. Well, I broke open the stall door and caught him sitting on the toilet with his pants down, stroking his pink little boy dick. It wasn't like yours Bobby. It was only about five inches [12½ cm] long, and real soft and pink. He looked up at me, very scared. I told him I was going to tell everyone what he was doing right in front of the minister and the whole congregation. Well, he broke down sobbing and begged me not to. I made a deal with him. I would keep my mouth shut if he would shut his teen mouth around my big dripping dick. So he had to suck me off right there in the church. It was a lousy blow job, he wasnt trained like you Lakeland boys are. He didn't know how to tongue the pisshole or anything. But it still was lots of fun. After I shot off in his sputtering mouth. I took the toilet paper off the wooden roll spindle and shoved the makeshift dildo up his tender virgin boy ass. Then I shoved his head in the toilet and pissed all over it. Then I took off his tie and tied his hands behind his back. Then I used his shoelaces to tie his balls so tightly I throught they would explode. I shoved his underpants into his mouth, then dumped his whole body upside down into the plastic wastebin, with his bare stuffed ass and legs sticking out. I don't think I'll go back to that church again."

Terry was now sandpapering Bobby's dickhead with short hard strokes. The cockhead was already red and raw looking. Yet it was hard and throbbing, close to orgasm. The boy twisted and turned on the table, bringing his smooth teenage legs up toward his swollen belly. Terry had to slap him hard in the balls to keep him still.

"Come on now, be a good boy lie still. Keep those legs spread like a fucking cunt on display."

Terry reached one hand down to feel Bobby's asshole.

"I dont want to feel a single drop of shit water."

He patted Bobby's tummy and the boy groaned, spittle running from his mouth. His breathing was heavy and thick, like a pig grunting. His eyes rolled back in his head. Terry went back to sandpapering the dickhead.

He was satisfied when the cockhead was so raw that even a finger brushing it sent Bobby into spasms.

"Good boy 3;"

Terry seemed pleased, and if Terry was pleased, well that was all that mattered. Terence put down the sandpaper and picked up a cue tip.

"Now we will sensitize the inside of your pisshole to give you more pleasure when you piss and fuck. I want you to fully enjoy your dick potential."

He held up the cue tip so Bobby could see.

"You see, Lakeland has these cue tips specially made. They contain an abraisive material mixed in with the cotton tip, like cotton and sandpaper together."

He laughed. Then he lifted Bobby's prick. The boy bolted when the fingers rubbed the sore dickhead. Terry held the cock head up straight, then squeezed the boys dickhead so the piss lips opened. He inserted the cue tip and twirled it.

Bobby thought he would lose his mind from the sensation. It was like when tickling on your feet is so bad it turns to pain, only a thousand times worse 3; a burning, itching, scraping feeling. Terry shoved about an inch [2½ cm] of cue tip in and twirled some more.

"YYYYYeeahhhhh" he whispered, "get the whole inside of your dick nice and sensitive. What a lucky boy you are. Just think, if you had never met me, you might never have realized that you can get pleasure from the inside of your cock too."

He leaned down and sucked the snot from Bobby's nose. Bobby's fingernails were leaving long scratchmarks on the wooden table. His feet were twisted so from pain, he looked crippled. Terry licked the tears from Bobby's eyes and relished in the fine salty teenage taste.

"Oh, you beautiful piece of fuckcunt, you 3;" Terry moaned, slipping out of his silk robe.

He climbed up on the table and sat on Bobby's swollen stomach. The boy gagged into the buttplug. Terry sat on the boy and beat his own bloated dick. He frigged his drooling cock, reaching back to jam the cue tip further into the boys piss slit. Bobby's eyes rolled back showing only white now and it really turned Terry on. He felt an orgasm close. He put his swollen dick head up close to Bobby's face and pumped harder.

"OOOOHHHHHfuck 3; here it comes 3;," he shouted.

Then he made certain his dickhead was right up against Bobby's nose. He shot his load of fucksnot up the boys nostrils. Cum shot up into Bobby's nasal passages and dripped down into his mouth. Pain coursed through Bobby's sinuses. He felt clogged, couldn't breath, choked with thick fuck sauce. Terry held Bobby's eyes open and shot fuck right into the boy's eyes. Bobby's vision was temporarily cloudy with dicksperm.

Drained for the moment, Terrence Archer climbed off. He had one of the trustees on durty to help him lick his dick clean. The eighteen year old hunk licked and sucked the thick prick until it was relaxed and no longer leaking. Then Terry had the kid lick his armpits too. And his sweaty ass crack for good measure. Then Terry relaxed with a glass of wine while he watched Bobby writhe on the table bloated and bursting with soapy enema water. The boy had been holding the water for a half hour now. Every now and then Terry checked the table surface to make certain not even a drop had escaped the darling asshole. Every now and then the boy would screw up his cute face in pain and Terry could tell he was having another cramp. It was time to move on to other things.

First Terry removed the boys gag. Bobby gulped air through his open mouth, like a fish out of water. Then Terry none too gently ripped the cue tip from the boys dickslit. Bobby screamed bloody murder and Terry had a good laugh. Then Terry produce a five foot length of rather thick hose. He inserted one end of the hose into Bobby's mouth. The other end he roughly fucked into Bobby's asshole. The boy immediately began to shit out the enema water. But much to his dismay, it ran through the tube and back into his own mouth. Terry pushed on Bobby's tummy and shitwater shot through the tube and into the kid's mouth. The poor thirteen year old boy never imagined such horrors existed in the world as he shit and gulped at the same time. To make matters worse, he began to piss.

The piss in his urethra caused a burning pain unlike anything he had ever felt. His slender young body threw itself every which way on the table and Terry got hard again. The boy was shitting and swallowing continually now as the soapy water recycled itself over and over again. Piss sprayed up and landed on his stomach, chest, and face. Terry tried to catch some of the teenage piss in his mouth, laughing and pushing on the tummy.

A fucking naked teenage boy, what could be better. A slender smooth young colt in the throes of agony, soft pale pink boyflesh grown red with exertion, gulping for breath, eating shit and soap and his own puke, his teenage prick pissing uncontrollably. Terry slapped the boys ballbag and tugged on his sensitized titties. The kid bucked some more. Once he spit the hose out of his mouth, so Terry jammed it way down his throat. He held the painwracked sweating boy body in his arms and squeezed. The kid gagged and swallowed more waste. Then with one more spastic jerk. Bobby mercifully passed out. Terry sighed. He would have to wait at least half an hour before he could begin the next test on the boy.

Chapter 20
Lunch à la Terry

At Lakeland the Mendoza brothers had learned that they were not rough and tough street thugs and gang leaders at all, but really pussy boys with asscunts wanting to be fucked by every man they met. They learned that they were born to crawl and lick and suck and slobber, and their behavior improved drastically.

They stood naked before Terrence Archer. They were short about five foot six, wide shouldered, nice firm but not too developed pecs with well worked sow nipples, flat tummies with muscles showing, smooth brown skin only a two inch [5 cm] trimmed bush above big uncut thick skinned dicks and heavy Puerto-Rican balls. Their defense in court to the judge had been that they couldn't help themselves, that their dicks just had to fuck all the time. And it was true. It seems these two sixteen year old boys had been born to fuck. Terrence smiled at them.

"Up on the table boys. Bobby here has been doing real well in his testing program. He's passed the first few tests wonderfully, but he's really worn out now and he hasn't eaten all day, so it's time to give him some lunch."

With a beaten submissive look in their dark latino eyes that hadn't been there before Lakeland, the brothers climbed up on the dining room table. They lay on their backs and brought their strong smooth legs up to their chests where they held them with their arms. This put there musky dark thick rimmed assholes on display. The skin of their rectums was corregated from stretching and it formed a tight ridged circle around the dark asshole entrance. The asslips were just a shade lighter than the rest of the boys' skin. It was a wonderfully hot sight.

"Bobby 3; Bobby, honey 3;" Terry urged, and Bobby who had fallen into deep painfilled escapist sleep slowly stirred. He groaned and rolled over on the floor, his pale smooth body red here and there from slaps and blows, his nipples pouty and relaxed but still protruding from his thriteen year odl chest like pig tits, his boy prick, red on the dickehad, lazily flopped over, one cute young thigh.

"Bobby, honey, time for some lunch. Come on baby you need your strength for the rest of the tests. These have been the easy ones so far."

Bobby slowly recovered consciousness. He fought against it, wanted to stay in the safe warm womb of sleep, but harsh reality intruded once again. Terry flicked the boy's rubbery sandpapered nipples and Bobby jerked on the floor. Then sat up, running a hand through hair that somewhere along the line had gotten slicked back with cum. It was a cute style on the young teenager, a cumslick hairdo.

"You must be starving Bobby honey and your throat must be parched, so I've had a little lunch prepared specially for you. Come on stand up. You can do it, oooops, be careful, your balance seems shot to hell, understandable considering the strain you've been under. But I want you to know you are doing real well in these tests and I'm very proud of you. Now help yourself to some lunch."

Bobby looked at the table, and all he saw was two identical Latino boys lying on their backs with their legs up and their assholes showing.

"Lunch?" the boy asked in a voice reduced to a whisper from his oral activities.

Terry laughed.

"These beautiful spic boys are here for your pleasure. The one on the left had ground beef and tomatoes and cheese shoved up his ass pussy. I hope you like Mexican food. And his equally hunky brother has had an orange juice enema. I want you to enjoy your lunch directly from their assholes. Go ahead, enjoy. "

Bobby looked at the two naked teenagers on the table. He saw their big balls and their massive thick skinned uncut pricks, and their round tight assholes. He had not eaten in 24 hours, not real food anyway, and his throat was so dry it burned. He hated himself, hated what he had been reduced to, but put his mouth between the legs of the boy on the right. He placed his pouty pink thirteen year old lips on the thick assring. The boy quivered slightly but kept his legs up and wide. Bobby fastened his lips to the teenage asshole and sucked, nothing. Then he placed his tongue at the asshole itself and pushed, a little orange juice squirted into his mouth. Bobby relished the taste, the wet, the soothing liquid. He pushed his tongue again and sucked. His mouth was filled with orange juice. The Latino teen groaned and his stomach rumbled and he farted. A splash of juice shot over Bobby's face. Bobby was so thirsty he didn't want to lose any of it. He licked the dripping orange juice and ass slime off the ass crack and hole. Then he plunged his young smooth face between the asscheeks of the second boy and sucked out some ground beef and cheese. He chewed the food hungrily then moved back to the other ass for some more juice.

Terrence Archer stood looking on and frigging his dripping prick. It was amazing how a healthy normal thirteen year old boy could be turned into an animal so quickly and easily. Bobby would now do anything to survive, to minimize pain, to protect himself. Terence walked closer and let his dick drip pre fuck onto one Latino boys asshole. Bobby didn't even flinch. He licked it right up along with his meal. Both Latino brothers were hard now. Their big juicing thick skinned fucksticks waving in the air. Their foreskins were partly drawn back over the wet red pissheads of the dicks and fuck slime gathered in the folds of dickskin.

"Time for dessert Bobby, guacamole delight."

Terry clapped his hands and a trustee brought in another boy. This one a fourteen year old blond Scandanavian boy. He had very pale skin and a very thin small body. His nipples were pink and flat on his chest, not yet worked on, his dick was small and stubby but very cute. His ass like Bobby's was a prizewinners and what had gotten him sent to Lakeland. Burke had fucked his ass for the first time earlier that day and the boy walked stiff and pained. He had never known such pain, such humiliation. He was the son of a minister who had been killed along with his wife in a car accident, and the boy had ended up at Lakeland. One of his delicate slender hands held his ass, as if it might leak. The other now and again tried to cover his balls and dick only to jerk away as he remembered the punishment for covering his prick at any time. His eyes were wide with confusion.

"This is Lars 3; Lars has been given a guacamole enema, Bobby, just for your pleasure. But we will get it in a most unique way. Our two Latino friends will fuck Lars in his guacamole stuffed ass and you will get to lick the avacado off their cunt fucking dicks. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

It took some doing. Lars was crying heavily and wailed something fierce when the first big fat dripping uncut schlong fucked its way into his tender violated asspussy. For the Puerto-Rican brothers getting a chance to fuck now and then was the only reprieve in the hellhole of Lakeland. So they lived for such moments. The first brother slammed his dick in hard, shoving his balls deep on the first plunge.

"Ohhhhhh fuck," he groaned.

The first words out of his mouth, as he slammed his ass down on the boys cunt sending his fat prick in all the way, his balls slapping on the downfuck. His brother had crawled around and was holding the blond fourteen year old and now and again slapping his young smooth frightened face. The boy sobbed and the Latino holding his head forced the boys face into his crotch, mixing tears with leaking pre fuck from his spic dick. Bobby was ordered to scramble down beneath the fucked boy, just behind his penetrated near virgin pussy. Latino pulled out his big prick covered with a mixture of guacamole, Burke's cum, shit slime and a little blood, and Bobby licked the slime off the fucking dick then pulled away just as the prick slammed home again.

"Good boy, Bobby, you're doing real well 3; here he comes with more for you. Lick it all off 3;"

After most of the guacamole was out of the boys ass and both Latinos had fucked him senseless, Terry had Bobby suck the cum from the soft battered teenage ass. Bobby actually enjoyed this as the boy's asspussy was so warm and comforting. Bobby was getting used to having his cute young face buried between the cheeks of boy's and men's asses.

But they couldn't play all day. There was work to do, more tests for Bobby to pass or fail. The next involved fucking technique and it was young Robert's undoing.

Two huge hairy muscled men entered the room. Each was in his mid to late twenties, each had obviously worked out they had the bodies of musclebuilders. Thick slabs of muscle on well toned skin. They also each had eleven inch [28 cm] dicks, thick as beercans, terrifying fuck weapons, standing hard and red and erect in front of them over big bulls balls.

"These are two convicts, Bobby, from a nearbuy correctional institution. They are incarcerated there for a cross country spree of rape and torture during which twenty-two teenage boys were molested and raped. They will be in prison for a long time to come. So I thought a little r and r was due them. They are going to test your fucking skills, Robert. I want to see how well you have learned to please a man."

Little Bobby, dazed and confused by most of life now was ordered to kneel before the first man a sneering Polish guy with thick black hair on his head, above his prick and elsewhere on his body. Bobby was told to please the man's prick with his mouth. First he was told to just open his mouth wide and stick out his tongue. The convict smiled but never said a word. Bobby didn't even know if the guy spoke English. He simply rested the very head of his big dick on Bobby's tongue and let it rest there. It moved and bounced a bit but rested in the groove of Bobby's tongue. Then the Polish stud flexed some muscles and a river of pre-cum leaked from the big piss lips and ran down the middle of Bobby's tongue. Terry watched the river of dicksnot gently flow from dickslit into open little boy mouth, and he beat his own prick harder. Next the Polish convict ran about two inches [5 cm] of dick over the boy's tongue. Gently fucking just the tip into the open mouth. He loved nothing better than fucking little boy mouth. It's what got him in trouble. He couldn't help it, he saw a cute teenage kid on the street and he just had to fuck the boys mouth. He truly believed that certain teenage boys were made by God to be mouthfucked. It was their purpose on earth, he believe. He called them mouthcunts. He would observe a gang of kids at a shopping mall, twelve, thirteen and fourteen years old, just hanging around, and just by looking a them he could tell which boys were mouthcunts. The cute ones with the kind of pouty mouths and the straight white teeth when they laughed, these were prime mouthcunt. He felt bad for the boys, they needed to be mouthfucked and didn't even know it.

His thoughts made him crazy. Now he grabbed Bobby by the ears and mouth fucked the fucking cuntkid as hard as he could. His big prick forced itself down the boy's throat and Terry rushed over and rubbed the boy's slender smooth neck to feel the big dick through the skin. Bobby was choking on dick. Still the river of pre=cum poured down his throat, constant leaking like a horse or dog cock. The big smelly balls rammed agains this chin. The prick stretched his mouth to the tearing point, in and out of his throat it fucked. Slam 3; slam 3; slam 3; Bobby thought his cute button nose would be broken by the force of the hard muscled body hitting his face as the eleven inch [28 cm] pisser stuffed his gullet. Then if it was possible, the prick swelled more, and finally spewed a gusher of thick milky fuckcum into the boy's mouth and throat. It backed up into the kid's mouth, but Bobby knew he musn't spill a drop of precious manfuck, oh no, that would mean horrible punishement. The spooge backed up into his sinus passages and began to drip from his nose, onto the fuckers pubic bush. The convicts hips bucked into Bobby's face. Six, seven, eight shots of dickjuice drowning the poor teenboy.

He truly had become a cumdump, a mouthslut, a fucked up boy with a pussy instead of a face. In moments like these when his training began to take its toll, he began to think of his face as a pussy. That wasn't a mouth he had. It was a cunt, a twat. Real boys, ordinary boys, didn't have twats on their faces, but he did, a big twat right where his mouth should be.

'Oh God, why did you give me a pussy instead of a mouth?' he wondered as the fat long dick slopped its way out of the facecunt.

Next his ass was to be fucked as it had never been before and it was this ass fucking that would undo poor young Bobby, it was this assfucking that would cause the wrath of Terry Archer and ultimately get the thirteen year old boy sent to the Pit.

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