Dale10

Lakeland Lads

Chapters 21-24

Chapter 21
Failed for the test!

It wasn't that Bobby didn't try, oh he tried to comply, tried to please Terry Archer. Tried to pass his tests so as to be taken far away from the horrors of Lakeland Academy for Boys, but the two huge throbbing fleshy pricks, held together to form one gigantic battering ram of dick as the two men sat facing each other with ones legs over the others, was just too fucking much for the boy's already stretched and raw asshole.

He had been ordered to squat over the monsterpricks his asshole poised over the double dickheads. His lean hairless boybody shook with srtrain and exhaustion. He had already suffered much at the cruel hands of the senators son. Tiny drops of crystal boy sweat clung to the boys cute pug nose and dampened his armpits. His balls too dripped sweat. His body felt warm and clammy. He could barely speak, barely breath, the inside of his teenage mouth was so coated with deposits of thick slimey cum. Bobby's eyes only half focused on his surroundings, his mind was so boggled and his body so abuse, his fucked out mouth hung open slightly, and cum and spit often drooled down his chin. He was a fucking teenage mess, like a fine instrument whose strings had been snapped.

"Now Bobby you can open your asshole better than that. We dont want to have to get out an ass stretcher do we?"

Young good looking Terry Archer was directing the activities.

"Now use your hands to spread those boy asscheeks more. Get that fuckhole right over those beautiful uncut Eastern European pricks. Keep those dicks steady boys, now Bobby rub the dickheads over your asshole, that's the only lubrication you get. Now sit down on the dicks, get those big fucking prick heads into your cunt. Come on, Bobby, move that cunt, show me what it's for 3; get those twat lips around those cockheads."

It wasn't as if the thirteen year old boy hadn't been properly fistfucked. The trustees had seen to that, but the angle of the two cocks, jutting up from the two groins gave the combined dick a pyramid shape, the dick roots slanted away from where they were forced together at their heads. The dicks were thick skinned slippery veiny things, gnarled prick, ugly boy ass fucking prick. The prick owners spoke little English and chortled and gaffawed like idiots. They enjoyed few things in life as much as seeing their fat cuntbusters penetrate the ass of a little boy. Bare boy ass was so perfect, so innocent, so meek and pale and gentle that something about shoving a dick into that temple of youthful flesh really turned these guys one. Hell the ancients understood this. They had wives, mistresses, but for real ultimate pleasure, they loved to violate boyass. The Chinese were experts at boyass fucking for thousands of years.

"Come on Bobby, don't disappoint me. Get your cunt open, sit on those dicks."

Bobby cried and tried, tried and cried, his ass lips stretched, his pink pucker was now a slopped up fucktunnel, as a boy's hole should be by thirteen. Bobby pushed down as hard as he could. He felt his asslips strain to the tearing point. Then the double dickhead plopped inside his anal ring. Bobby grunted and one large tear trailed its way down his cheek. His hands on his young asscheeks shook fromt he effrort and the dickheads lodged up his asshole pulsed and leaked pre fuck. Bobby began his squat, his long descent into hell. The pain grew unbearable, still he pushed, four, five, six inches [15 cm] of double dick up his twat. Bobby knew his teenage boycunt would never be the same again. He hoped it wouldn't be too stretched out for Carlos, not that there was much chance he would ever see his lover again. Carlos had been denegrated to a different kind of hell, real hell 3; the Pit.

"Come on you worthless pussy, you're not putting any effort into it. I want you sitting on those dicks, balls against your cuntmount. You know you want it. You know your slutty whoretwat wants it. Now push Goddamnit!"

Bobby now had eight inches [20 cm] of the double dicks in him but his rectum just couldn't take any more. The angle made it impossible. His pussy was already opened wide enough to deliver a baby. The pain was blinding 3; maddening.

"I can't take any more dick. I just can't 3; I'm sorry 3; .Ohhhhhhhhh God it hurts!!!!!" the poor boy tried he really did. He just wasn't well trained enough.

"Shit! I've seen ten year olds take more dick."

Bobby doubted it, but one didn't argue with Terry Archer.

"If you cant take this dick how will you ever take horsecock?"

Bobby heard that statement someplace in the back of his pain blocked mind. He heard it but it didn't quite register. He wouldn't let it register. Nobody could be that sick. Nobody could want that! Not as a future for a thirteen year old boy.

Terry Archer walked over to the fucking trio. His own fat pisser was spurting pre fuck. He slapped Bobby's face with his dick. Again and again the thick prick slapped the boys delicate pale face leaving trails of fuckslime and red marks. Bobby opened his mouth, extended his soft lips and swollen tongue toward the wet prick, trying to catch it in his mouth, hoping that a good suck might calm Terry Archer. Bobby's sweat slick black hair was plastered to his forehead and filled with tiny globs of prefuck; fuckslime trailed down the boy's smooth face and coated his lips. His babyboy lips opened and closed as he tried to capture dick in his mouth. The slippery piss lips slid across his cheek and nose and face. Terry Archer laughed and spurted a little fucksauce up one of Bobby's noseholes.

Terry placed his hands on Bobby's thin shoulders and pushed.

"Will you sit on the fucking dick, you whorecunt, you 3;"

He pushed down as hard as he could and three more inches [7½ cm] of prick slid into the boy's tortured asspussy. Bobby screamed, he saw red, and his mind snapped for just a minute. He snapped his teeth over the waving dickhead of the senator's son and bit down hard. He felt his teeth sink deep into the cockhead. Terry Archer felt just some of the pain he had infliced on young boys for years, return to the paingiver. He couldn't believe what was happening. The young thirteen year old cunt was biting off his dick!

Burke was in his office when the alarm sounded. That was quite an event at Lakeland. The alarm bell seldom sounded. The last time had been when a seventeen year old boy had leaped through the stained glass window of Jesus in the school chapel. It spoiled the school Priest's whole activity of crucifying the kid on a lifesize cross hanging over the altar. He had wanted so to see the perfectly adorable seventeen year old with the piercing blue eyes hanging up there bare dick naked for the Thursday evening Bible study class 3; and now he would have to settle for his second choice. The boys leap for freedom had caused quite a stir around the school, and for days after the other boys were less cooperative.

Burke was in his office when he heard the alarm. He was teaching Tyler to dance. The slender chocolate skinned boy was on tip toes. A wire tied around his dickhead and stretched through a hook in the ceiling and back down again to Burke's hand. Burke jerked the wire and Tyler danced. His toes cramping and aching as he was forced to stay almost on point or get his dick ripped off.

"Come on, one two three, one two three 3; you are never going to make a ballet dancer Tyler. Tyler groaned and arched his hips forward. His hands were tied behind his back and the wire bit into his big black dick. The pain was so great, he no longer minded the ten inch [25 cm] black dildo shoved up his ass. Burke had made the boy fuck himself for twenty minutes to warm up his body for dancing class. The black boys feet were strong and large, but his body was breaking under the strain of the abuse. Burke noticed the blunt end of the black rubber cock peeking out from the boys tight dimpled ass.

"Don't lose that dildo, Tyler, if your cunt is so sloppy you can't hold a ten incher [25 cm], we'll have to go to thirteen [28 cm]."

Tyler groaned and danced.

"Kick up one leg, nice and high."

Tyler tried and lost balance and for a moment was held virtical by only his stretched prick. He howled, but regained his balance. Burke laughed.

"Almost did a horizontal prick spin there boy. A bit advanced for you, don't you think?"

Burke sat comfortably in his chair tugging on the wire. His own dick was firmly embedded in the mouth of a fifteen year old blond kid between his legs. The boy was one of the best dicksuckers at Lakeland. He knew how to massage the dickskin with his lips while his tongue fluttered over the pisshole and his mouth sucked on the cockstalk. He was so popular, he sucked aobut thirty cocks a day.

"What the fuck is that 3;" Burke shouted, knowing all too well.

He jumped to his feet, allowing his drooling dick to slip from between the blond boys lips. He let go of the wire and Tyler slumped to the floor, almost unconscious. A few seconds later, just as Burke was zipping up, the door opened and a trustee stuck his head in.

"That new kid, Bobby just bit Mr. Archer's prick pretty badly."

"Oh Christ, no 3; ."

Burke was out the door and down the hall, still closing his pants. This could spell real trouble for the school. Not only was Terry Archer's donation to the school considerable, he could cause a real problem 3; shit 3; he could close the fucking school if he wanted to. One word from the crazy kid and all hell would break loose.

Another door opened and the Governor stepped out.

"What is it, Burke?" he shouted.

He wore no pants and his dick was red and raw looking. Behind him two fourteen year old boys were busy fucking each other, rutting like dogs one behind the other and barking.

"Bobby almost bit Terry Archer's dick off or something 3;"

Now both men hurried toward the elevator. They were joined by Dr. Trotter.

"What a time to be disturbed. I was just conducting an experiemtnt on the nutritional values of human snot. Think if we could feed our boys on snot, we would be save tons of money."

"Cut the crap Trotter, I dont have time for your shit now." Burke snapped.

"Alas, you never have time for my shit 3;" Trotter pouted.

Terry Archer was lying on a couch holding a towel to his bleeding groin. The two convict fuckers were standing in a corner limp dicked. Bobby was also standing in a corner, terror on his pale delicate face. His hands covered his own genitals as if protecting them. Cum dripped from his asshole and ran down his legs.

"What happened?" Burke barked.

"The kid bit his dick," one of the trustees shouted, loving the excitement and secretly loving the senator's son's predicament.

Terry Archer moaned and yelped as Doc Trotter examined him.

"Well, it needs stitches, but its not bitten off. I always suggested pulling the teeth of the cocksucker boys, but you wouldn't listen. It ruins the shape of the boys face, you said. Give the cunts false teeth I said. I even offered to extract the teeth myself 3; but no."

"Shut the fuck up Trotter 3;" Burke snapped. Then he grabbed Bobby by the neck.

"How dare you bite a dick!"

He slapped the boy hard several times. The boy's head flew back and forth with the force of the blows.

"I want him in the Pit." Archer screamed. "I want that boy sent to the Pit tonight!"

"Bobby is prime boycunt, young and trainable. Why waste his life by sending him down there."

"He goes in the Pit tonight, or tomorrow morning you don't have a school."

Burke was so disgusted, he backhanded Bobby who thudded into the carpet, unconscious from the blow.

A few hours later matters had not gotten any better. The kids in the school had somehow heard of the incident and Bobby had become a kind of hero to them. They rebelled against their dorm captains and chanted "BOBBY 3; BOBBY 3; BOBBY 3; BOBBY 3;" long into the night. Burke couldn't even fuck the kid in his bed. He flung the thirteen year old Thai boy onto the floor. Bobby would have to be sent to the Pit. There was no way around it. The boys needed an object lesson. As for Terrence Archer, something had to be done about him too.

Terry Archer was whipping the ass of a sixteen year old Latino boy. If Burke hadn't stepped into the room he would have whipped the boys ass to ribbons. The kid had bit his own lower lip and blood dripped down onto his chest. Terry was dressed and his bandaged dick throbbed. He took out his anger on the naked Latino hanging from the ceiling. He walked up to the sweating crying kid and grabbed a handful of the boys balls. He swung the boy, using his nuts as a handle and brought the riding crop down onto the teenagers rippled muscualr tummy. He held the boy's dick and fucked his little finger in and out of the fat pisshole. The Latino sobbed and prayed for mercy.

"Feeling better are we?" Burke asked.

"Fucking not! Is that cunt in the Pit yet. I won't go until I see it."

"You know Terry we always warn to be careful with the boys, especially the untrained ones. We warned you over and over."

Terry slammed his fist right into the kids scrotum. The hanging brown body arched and bucked and swung. Terry grabbed boy nipple in each hand and twisted.

"I don't give a fuck! If you want to keep your fucking job, something has got to be done."

"Oh something will be done all right."

Burke reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew a Baretta. The lightweight nine mm. automatic was easy to handle. He raised it and shot Terry Archer in the head. The senator's son slumped to the floor and the naked Latino swung silently above him. Burke called the Governor to come down.

"What is it now?" the governor grumbled once again interrupted midfuck.

"Can't a man even get some boypussy in peace?"

He looked down at the dead body.

"Holy Christ, what have you done?"

"Housecleaning. His body will be dumped in the next state behind that White Supremist Church. I want you to frame a white highschool kid for the killing. Get the kid's prints on this gun and shove some of the kid's pubic hair up Archers asshole. So the DNA proves the kid fucked him. It needs to be done tonight."

"I'll have some of my boys take care of it."

The Governor looked at the suspended naked Latino teen.

"What's that 3; ?"

"Something Archer was working on."

"Do you mind if I take over. Can't leave any loose ends can we?"

"Be my guest."

While the Governor busied himself fistfucking the crying Latino boy, Burke went to the phone.

"Hello 3; Jeff 3; it's Burke. Listen, the little fuckers have turned Bobby into a hero. They need a lesson. It's a real shame, I know, but the boy will have to be sent to the Pit. Do it tonight!"

Fucking Goddamnit 3; Burke grabbed his crotch. Just the thought of beautiful young smooth Bobby being sent to the Pit had caused Burke to shoot off in his pants uncontrollably. That hadn't happend in years. What was it about that fucking kid? Well whatever it was, it wasn't long for this world.!

Burke felt the cumslop run down over his balls and into his ass crack. He would have to get some kid to lick him clean. Well the worst had been averted and now that things had settled down. The Latino boy's screams sounded less like noise and more like music. The kind of music Burke loved best.

Chapter 22
The Pit

He was allowed to walk into the pit by himself, over the raised doorstep into the large bare room. The room was well lit, that was his second surprise. There were unlit alcoves and rooms off this main one, but this secion had white walls, three white walls. The fourth wall was a plexiglass window. On the other side well to do visitors to the school could relax and watch the degenerate sickness of THE Pit while they dined on gourmet food and sucked boy dick.

The boys in the Pit couldn't actually see the features of the people on the other side, but they could sense they were being watched. And what a show it was. You see the pit was where all the sewage from the Academy above was dumped. Huge waste shutes in the ceiling dumped shit and garbage right down on the boys. The floor of the Pit was ankle deep shit. And the naked boys had to live in it and sit in it and sleep in it. Most boys could only take the Pit for a few minutes, hours at most, but the boys sentenced to live there quickly went mad. They burbled and talked to themselves, crawled around through the shit to look for food that might have been dumped with the garbage. When they were fed, it was through the same shutes in the ceiling. The food was dumped right into the shit and the boys had to root for it and fight over it. In the Pit the boys lived like wild animals. They formed tribes to attack each other and the result of these skermishes was often fatal. Here and there boys in the pit fucked like animals too. Bobby saw one boy humping another right down in the shit. The older boy, about eighteen, fucked his big dick in to the ass of the younger boy, shoving his smooth young face into the shit on the floor. There was no pleasure in the fuck, it was simply the demented need to shoot a load in a primitive surrounding. Some of the boys bore hand made tattoos on their young thin bodies, these were trophies of survival. They had conquered the pit and now lived there the rulers of this hell. Sometimes the lights went out and then the boys screamed and wailed in terror. Horrible things like snakes and rats were let loose and the boys had to battle for their meager befouled terrain.

And beyond the window, well dressed guests sipped the finest champagne and receive blow jobs from well groomed angel faced youths, all pink and scrubbed. Fingers toyed with spic and span assholes and drilled deep to come out clean. All stretched and pink and clean way down deep inside just the way little boy asspussy should be. Naked teens served snacks on silver trays and got there dicks yanked and there balls twisted as they smiled, straining to show no pain. Some used bare boy bodies as furniture. Sitting on a slender teenage back, using an ass crack to hold a cigarette or a pretzel stick. Perversion reigned surpreme. But the bare assed little tykes would willing submit to any humiliation rather than be exposed to what lay beyond the plexiglass wall.

"You'd better suck my ass better than that you fucking bitchboy or you'll be in the Pit," a guest would warn and the fair haired smooth faced little fella would willingly suck shithole and fuck ass channel with his baby tongue.

Two guests were having an animated discussion while sitting on two teenage faces.

"Its rediculous to assume that younger boys can't suck asshole as well as older lads," said one. "Young boys still have the natural sucking instincts from sucking mommy's tit. You just replace the nipple with an asshole and the boy will suck naturally.

"Yes, my dear Mr. Loeffler, but you have to admit that the boy must be old enough for the act to totally repulse him. Otherwise its no fun. That take some awakening of sexual instinct the boy must totally realize how disgusting it is for him to have to suck on a man's asshole. Maybe the poor boy even had a girlfriend. So lips that have innocently kissed his young girlfriend's lips now have to suck asslips." The man laughed and ground his heavy buttocks harder against the fifteen year old face benath him.

"I'm afraid I prefer them pre dating age. I see your point, but the flush of innocence, the pale complextion and smooth soft skin of a young boy and the realization that he has to put his mouth on a man's poophole, is so delightful to me. I'll forgo sexual embarassment on his part."

Thus they chatted on, while through the window Bobby looked at the living hell to which he had been condemned. To his right out of the mire a form rose, a boy of about fourteen, covered in shit some of it dried, some still wet and running, his eyes red, his mouth hanging slack and drooling, his young chest heaving and his tummy fluttering, his boy dick rearing up into an angry erection, approached Bobby.

"Open your ass for me cunt 3;" the boy growled, frigging his dick.

"My name is Bobby" His speech was cut off by a shit caked hand covering his mouth. He was flung onto his back, splashing in the foul waste. A boy of sixteen held him down. Kneeling on his chest, the boys fat dick rubbing over Bobby's face, while the fourteen year old animal boy with shit designs painted on his body and dick slapping his belly crawled between Bobby's legs. He forced the boys legs apart and lifted them. More hands appeared to grab his ankles. The fourteen year old forced his prick between Bobby's asscheeks. He hadn't been in the Pit a minute yet, and already he was being gang fucked.

"Oh look, they're fucking a new boy," a jaded guest remarked shoving his own swollen prick into the mouth of a sucking boy between his legs.

"He looks very much like my son," another middle aged man remarked, drilling three fingers into the ass of a grunting kid.

Bobby felt the teen prick violate his asshole. It was a rough fuck, but not as rough as what he had received in the Penthouse. It was the disgusting shit that squished all around him that disturbed him. Not only the smell, but the feel. It got everywhere. He was fucked by one after another, by the seventh he lost track. He cried at first, especially when he was turned over and his face was forced into the shit on the floor. The shuts above opened and shit and piss rained down on the fucking boys.

After the tenth boy, Bobby lost track of time. His mind wandered to his family and his friends. To his school and his room and his collections and his hobbies and eventually to Carlos. As soon as the fucking stopped if it ever stopped, Bobby would try to find Carlos. He prayed the hunky Latino was till alive.

The fucking did stop. One older boy it seems claimed Bobby for his own personal fuckboy and the others who were afraid of the eighteen year old backed off. This kid had shitslicked hair and deep blue eyes. He looked like some strange aboriginal hybrid. His well toned teenage body painted with warrior decoration. His dick was nine inches [23 cm] hard and hung hefty even soft over big balls.

"My name is Bullcock and you belong to me." he shouted at Bobby in a crazed manner. "When I want to fuck you, you spread. When I want a suck from you, you open your mouthcunt. You are my cunt. You understand that, bitch?"

He grabbed Bobby's nipples and pulled. Bobby was lifted up by his titties. He screamed in pain, and beyond the window seveal men laughed and tried that trick with their own little tricks.

"If you obey me and are a good little twat, only me and my ten friends will fuck you. If you are a shitter, you will be thrown into one of the dark places where you will be fucked by twenty-five or thirty of the demented ones constantly. Fucked to death perhaps, or driven mad yourself. Don't go near the dark places. I'll call you when its lunch time. I share my food with my cunts."

Bullcock threw Bobby down into the slop.

The other boys seemed to respect Bullcock so Bobby was treated with a certain amount of respect as well. Bull cock called him over later to inspect him thoroughly there were some water spigots along one wall and the boys used these to drink out of and to wash away some of the accumulated shit. They scubbed Bobby as best they could, so Bullcock could see his new cunttoy. Bullcock was pleased. he shoved a finger up Bobby's asshole, then two, then three 3; then four 3; He felt the boy's balls and jerked his prick. He sucked on the boy's pouty nipples. Thirteen year old Bobby stood passively while the other boys played with his abused body. Anything was better than getting fucked again. His ass felt distored and deformed. It ached from the fuckings, cum ran down his legs and mixed with the shit on the floor. How could this have happened to one young boy's life? Eighteen year old Bullcock made Bobby kneel before him, then to claim his property, he inserted the head of his big teen prick into Bobby's mouth and cut loose with a stream of piss. While Bullcock pissed down Bobby's throat, the members of his tribe pissed all over the boys body.

For lunch Bobby was given raw vegetables that he scraped the shit off. After lunch he was allowed to rest. He lay with his face on Bullcocks prick and balls and slept while his new master stroked his smooth thirteen year old torso. When he woke, Bobby decided to pursue his plan.

"Bullcock, do you know a boy down here named Carlos. He just arrived a day or so ago."

Bobby asked this between kisses on Bullcocks fat dick, to calm the eighteen year old stud. He kissed the boys big dick all over not wanting to anger him. Bullcock stroked Bobby's hair and fed him some dickhead.

"Yeah, that son-of-a-bitch is a crazy motherfucker. He fights like a wildman, but we got him good. We threw him into that dark place overthere and he ain't been heard of since."

Bobby twisted his head so he could see the darkplace and still suck Bullcock's thickening prick at the same time. The darkplace was a hallway or corridor off the mainroom,but there were no lights, hence the name.

Bobby had eight inches [20 cm] of shitty dick in his mouth now, so for the moment he couldn't ask any more questions. He sucked out the boys dickscum, then licked the prick clean. It would only stay clean a few seconds, for when Bullcock shifted positions, sewerslop from the floor once again splashed up over his body. Bobby groaned as fresh shit dropped down on them. Bullcock laughed.

"Don't try to stay clean. It's no use, you get used to the smell and the feel and taste. You can get used to anything, you should know that. I bet when you came to Lakeland, you weren't used to getting dick up your ass and in your mouth. Now its an everyday thing. How long are you here for?"

Bobby gulped back a sob. "I think for good!"

"Then welcome to the rest of your life!"

Bullcock gestured to the big room and the boys wallowing like pigs in shit.

"Whats in the darkplace?" Bobby asked, fingering Bullcocks ballsack.

"Like I said, boys who have lost their minds. I can't swear to it but they say the boys in there even eat other boys to survive. I wouldn't doubt it though. Nobody ever comes out of the darkplace. Well a few have come out and one or two even went back upstairs, that's our only hope down here. That someone beyond the window will think one of us is cute enough to fuck and request us upstairs. A few boys have gotten a second chance that way. "

Bullcock looked into Bobby's eyes.

"You're cute. Did you ever fuck a girl?"

Bobby shook his head no.

"I'm only thirteen." he said, his voice sounding terribly youthful.

"I fucked over sixty twats before I got sent here. I was a real stud and I was only sixteen at the time. I been here two years. I been down here six months, nobody lasts much longer than that."

Bullcock's own eyes drifted off thinking about something in his previous life.

Bobby knew he had to find Carlos or die trying. He would never, could never adapt to this nightmare place. He told Bullcock he was going to walk around, stretch his legs.

"If any of my boys wants a blow job, you give them a good one, you hear. The only thing we have to do down here is fuck and suck, so we do it all the time. We find some real fun nasty ways to do it too."

Bobby waded through the shitfilled room. He noticed that the shitty floor was deeper with crap in the middle. It thinned out near the edges of the room, where the darkplaces joined the main room there was almost no shit at all. Still the boys avoided this area like the plague.

"Why not sit over there out of the shit?" Bobby asked one naked young kid who was sitting legs spread frigging his dick."

"Oh shit, you ruined it. I was just thinking about my sister. Burke conditoned me to want to fuck my own sister. Then he actually got her from someplace and I did it too, while those fuckers watched. They made me fuck my own sister pregnant. Now I think about her when I beat off, I can't help it. Its not my fault."

"Why don't you beat off over there," Bobby asked again.

"Yeah, near the darkplace, smart idea assbrain. They come out of there sometimes, on attacks 3; they try to take over the main room, twenty or thirty of them, some with pipes they found someplace. They some out on raiding parties, looking for fresh boycunt to capture. They torture those they capture and do worse."

The boy's thoughts of torture must have done something, for he arched his young back and his fifteen year old prick spurted a nice load of spunk all over his stomach.

"Oh fuck 3; oh fuck 3; oh fuck 3; oh fuck 3;" he moaned over and over.

Bobby left the wanking boy and made his way toward the dark hallway. The white walls receded into blackness. The air was cooler in the darkplace. Bobby tried to see in, but couldn't. Then with thoughts of Carlos and some kind of salvation in his mind, he hurled himself into the dark dank black corridor. The boys behind him screamed, several started out in pursuit, but stopped at the entrance to the dark corridor. Bobby turned back and looked into the light. He stared at the concerned wild eyed faces of the boys glaring at him.

"Come back you stupid cunt, do you want to be tortured to death? It's at least safe here, don't go in there. Come back before its too late." the boys begged, sounding now very childlike. Children, afraid of the dark.

Bobby turned, his back to the light. He took one hesitant step into the darkness. He didn't care anymore. He would find Carlos or die. For some reason, inspite of the fear, his big cock was rock hard and throbbing against his tight tummy.

"Carlos."

He yelled and his voice and body were swallowed by blackness.

Chapter 23
Together!

He watched helpless and aroused as his father fucked his mother in the cunt and mouth and ass, and he felt his thirteen year old prick erect uncontrollably. Then in the blackness, he saw his father roll off his mother, unplug his spent prick from her pussy, still drooling cum, and he saw his own little broher crawl up and begin to lick the cunt juice and fucksauce from the red fleshy dick. Bobby knew this wasnt really happening. He knew this was some nightmare caused by his traumatic last days and the insidious perversion of the school, but still the vision seemed real. Now his little brother was climbing aboard his little sister, getting ready to shove his little boy dick in her tiny hairless pussy.

Bobby put his hands to his face, but he couldn't block out the nightmare. He couldn't stop the porno film from playing in his head. Next his father fucked Bobby's sister and Mom sucked little brother's babyprick. The combinations were endless, each more horrible than the last. And Bobby's dick leaked and throbbed. He stumbled down the darkned hallway, fearing that he was going mad. He would have cired, but he had no tears left. At thirteen, he had cried a lifetime of tears.

Now he felt the dream. Felt a warm mouth on his ballsack. Felt fingers frigging his raging prick. Felt lips on his nipples and a thumb up his rectum. The dream was so real, but no this wasn't part of the dream. This was really happening. Bobby paused, standing very still, and the fingers and lips continued their work. The dream faded as Bobby surrendered to the sensation of boy lips and hands on his body. Fingers fucked in and out of his loose well fucked boy ass. Some boy kissed his cheeks. He heard heavy breathing in the blackness. Giggles, panting.

Then his naked body was lifted and passed along the hallway. He felt like something he had seen on Rock Concerts on tv. While his thin young body was passed over head, fingers continued to pluck at his dick, balls and ass. Hands squeezed his little melon asscheeks, massaged him into a greater sense of what in animals we call must a need to fuck or be fucked! He was carried toward a light. A dim green light. Into a chamber wet with the perspiration of the earth, smelling of age and damp and boyfuck. The green light came from above, an old ceiling fixture, some kind of emergency light, it shown down green upon a raised stone platform. Bobby was placed upon the platform. He rose to his knees, his prick waving in front of him, his smooth hairless balls high in the sack. He tried to see through the inky gloom. He could make out the figures of twenty or thirty naked boys.

"Stand up!" a youthful voice commanded.

Bobby stood in the green light.

"Bend over, show us your cunt!"

Bobby had been abused enough in the last week to know it was useless to resist, useless to argue with anyone. He was meant to obey, to obey everybody, always. He turned and presented his cute small boy ass to the shadows surrounding the platform. He bent over, then reached back and spread his ass cheeks. His thirteen year old ass twat was indeed well fucked. The hole was large enough to shove a beer bottle in, the ass lips puffy and pink. Bobby had indeed been turned from a normal healthy thirteen year old boy into a teenage asscunt. He could hear the sound of boys beating their pricks as they looked at him. He could smell boyfuck in the dank air. He knew he was about to be fucked by all twenty boys, and something in him no longer cared. They had won, he had lost. He was nothing but a hole for dicks. A cock bitch. A cum dump. He knew now that he was a boy with a pussy, a twat. He was not a normal teen. He was a hybrid, some kind of freak, a cuntboy. His cunt started to itch. It wasn't just an asshole, it was a cunt. And cunts needed cock. He needed, he wanted his fathers cock to fuck him, to make him pregnant. The center of his being was no longer his dick and balls, but his pussy!

Sixteen boys had fucked him when the party was broken up. Sixteen dicks, the youngest thirteen, the oldest nineteen had plowed his boytwat, had scummed up his cunt channel, had been cleaned of ass slime by his willing lips, when the party was busted up! Bobby was lying on his back, being double fucked in the cunt and mouth, his young thin smooth boy body flopping about like a rag doll. When a roar deafening in it's power and anger froze the boys mid fuck. A second roar followed and the boys backed away. The two plugging Bobby slid their slopping dicks free of the fucked youth and scrambled off the platform.

Boys screamed and ran in every direction slipping and falling on the wet floor, climbing over each other dicks dripping and deflating from fear. Bobby spit a mouthful of dicksnot from his mouth and turned his head. A muscular hulking form hovered in the blackness, the green light from above showing the contours of his well muscled dark body. The figure held a club or piece of wood in his hand and looked like something out of the stone age. He sprang lightly to the platform and looked down at the fuckslopped thirteen year old.

"Bobby!" he said.

Bobby focused his eys and shook sweat and cum from his face. He looked up. There hovering over him like a angel or demon stood Carlos. Carlos looking even more beatiful and terrible than Bobby had remembered him. The Latino's face was dark with the growth of a few days facial hair. His eyes look mad. His body glistened in the green halo and his rampant prick looked gigantic, pulsing and drooling, dick drip spattering Bobby's naked writhing torso.

"Carlos!!!!" Bobby whined, and now fresh tears from some untapped reservoir did pour forth.

The boys arms reached up for his love. His fingers grasped air trying to bring the latino closer to him.

"Bobby 3; I prayed they'd send you down to me. I hoped against hope you would join me."

Carlos knelt astride his boy, his fat dick slobbered all over Bobby's neck and chin. Bobby immediately tried to take the huge dickhead into his mouth. Carlos slid down to press his own lips against Bobby's. He jammed his tongue into the boy's mouth. Both boys writhed in ecstacy, and somehow Carlos's big prick found Bobby's slop dripping cunt of it's own accord. The huge Latino dick slid into the thirteen year old boytwat. Bobby felt his cuntlips closing on the cock. It was was all right now, all right to die. All right to life, all right, nothing mattered as long as Carlos was fucking him. Bobby felt the dick deep inside him. Carlos licked the sex slime from his lovers face.

"I'm sorry 3; I'm sorry, my pussy is so sloppy and stretched, Carlos." Bobby moaned, feeling the prick fuck in and out and wanting it harder, deeper.

"It's the best fucking pussy I ever had." Carlos whispered between licks, catching cum globs up from inside Bobby's ears and sucking up the slop. "Man, oh man, you have really been fucked, haven't you?"

"Somebody has been fucking me almost continually for days, teachers, clients, students, counselors, and then down here, but all the while I get fucked, I think only about you."

"Oh my beautiful young boypussy, you make me so happy when you say that. Ugh 3; Ugh 3; Ugh 3; Ugh 3; Feel my dick inside your guts, you may have had bigger pricks, but I'll bet not thicker 3; take me up your cunt 3; take your lovers dick deep inside your tummy."

Bobby wrapped his legs around Carlos's ass and curled his toes like a fucking slut. Carlos spit all over the boys face and then licked it off. Bobby bit at Carlos's lips and the older boy laughed and chewed the kids earlobes. He sucked on the boys pale flesh until red blotches appeared all over the slender soft neck and shoulders, and still his dick slammed into his boywhore.

"Oh fuck, it hurts 3; oh fuck, it hurts 3; fuck me 3; fuck me 3; fuck me 3; fuck me 'til I die 3; Oh Christ, I love you Carlos, I love you."

"Ugh 3; ugh 3; and I 3; ugh 3; love 3; ugh you 3; you fucking boycunt 3; you twat 3;you piece of crawling fuckhole!"

Carlos wrapped one arm around Bobby's back and lifted him. The boy hung like that in his lovers embrace, the big dick deep in his guts. He was thirteen years old.

"Oh fuck 3; I'm cumming 3; .Oh fuck 3; take my fuck 3; take my wad 3;"

Carlos spit into Bobby's face, a huge wet gob of snot and slammed his big bursting ball bag against the stuffed asslips and shot off the biggest load of his life. Both boys screamed. Bobby felt his own teen dick errupt all over Carlos's sweatslick torso.

"FUCK" both boys bellowed into the hollow dank basement that became their bridal chamber.

Before he was even finished shooting, Carlos yanked his prick roughly from Bobby's pussy, the sound like a bottle of champagne being uncorked rang through the room. He slid up the kids thin chest and planted his prickhead against the boys mouth.

"Suck my scum, taste your man's fuckslop," he growled, ramming his fat thick skinned ass slick dickhead into Bobby's mouth. The dick was coated with layers of cum from sixteen other boys as well as assjuice and Carlos's own spunk, but it was the most delicious thing Bobby had ever tasted. He never wanted to take the big dick out of his mouth. Now Carlos started to fuck the boys face.

"Come on, bitch, swallow my prick, let it get hard again in your throat. Take your man's dick you fuckbitch."

Bobby tried to swallow the salami thick prick, like it was like a rubber tube, choking him, snaking down his throat. He could feel it in his neck, still Carlos fed him more dick. The boys slender pale body flopped about like a broken puppet as the older husky youth rammed his Latino dick balls deep into the small tender mouth. Carlos held the kids ears and fucked his face. His dick that has just finished spurting grew hard again, more fuck lust need causing slime to drool from the pissslit into the boys gullet.

"Come on you sweet fuckwad suck dick, show me how much you love me. Choke on my big prick, let it get stuck in your neck. You don't need to breath, just breath dick 3; live dick 3; love my dick. Worship my big fucking cock. That's what you were born to do. Worship dick. Oh fuck yeah 3; oh fuck yeah 3; Your throat is so soft and wet, just like a tight cunt. You're a fucking cunt mouth boy 3; a fucking cuntmouth"

Bobby's mouth became a willing cunt for the fat thick Latino pisser. Nothing mattered, only fucking, only cock. This was love!

Carlos arched his muscualr brown back, he slammed the boys face into his pubic bush, his big dick pulsed and swelled, and spit a load of fuck into the boy's stomach.

"Oh, I love you. I fucking love you. You are the best twat I ever had." Carlos roared, which was quite a complement because he had known hundreds of twats.

Carlos still wasnt through. As his dick grew limp and slid from the boys sex sloppy lips and Bobby gulped for air. Carlos twisted around and planted his muscular ass on the boy's face.

"Suck my ass, cunt mouth. Show me how good an ass sucker you are. Prove your love for me, suck my fucking ass inside out. Eat my shithole!"

Bobby, who could barely think anymore, opened his mouth, gulping air and ass sweat in at the same time. He licked at the crack, then the musky muscular ass cheeks closed about his face. Bobby sucked ass. He sucked his lovers ass. He sucked the asslips. He plunged his pink scum coated boy tongue through the ring into the asshole. He was in Heaven. He was sucking his lovers ass. Carlos bounced on his face, jerking on his fat prick, hard once again.

"Get your whole fucking face in there. Get your twatface up my ass."

Bobby felt his face enveloped by the asshole. He felt himself sinking into the asshole. He wanted to bury himself in the shithole. Sweat and assslime covered his face. He could no longer breath.

"Breath my ass smell 3; use my ass smell as air."

With one hand Carlos yanked his own dick, with the other he yanked Bobby's. While he rode the boy's face like he was riding a stallion.

"I want your fucking face to smell like my ass forever so everybody know you are my twat, my girl, my cunt. Oh yeah 3; eat my ass 3; eat it out."

Both boys shot off again. Carlos farting wet farts onto his lovers face as he came.

Then the two teens, one just now a man, the other almost still a little boy, wrapped their bodies around each other, and cried, licking tears, licking snot, licking sweat 3; licking spilled sex seed. Bobby sucked on Carlos's big nipples and the Latino stroked the boys cum clogged hair.

"It's all right my little love. Everything is all right now."

"I don't care if I die, as long as I can be with you until it happens."

"But it wont happen. That's why I wanted you down here with me. I wanted to get sent here. I hoped they would send you here with me, but they didn't at first and I got really scared. You see, down here there is an escape from Lakeland that nobody knows about. A kid who was sent to the Pit and then recalled to be fucked by some politician or other, knew about the escape route. He told me. I've found it, and now we can escape together. It won't be easy, but we can do it. I know we can. And then we can fuck like this every day, forever, for the rest of our lives. I want you to be my bitch always. I want you never to leave me."

"Oh Carlos, I swear I will never leave you 3; Let's go now!"

"It's not that easy my little pussy. It's very dangerous and we need our strength. Let's sleep first. Then I'll explain the escape route to you. Baby, my baby, can I sleep with my dick up your pussy?"

Carlos didn't wait for an answer. He didn't have to. He nudged his once again hardening cock up the thriteen year old asshole and Bobby winced and sighed, and slept.

Chapter 24
Pete

Pete Lester was a hunk of a boy, well built and all American. Midwest farm boy stock. A mop of curly brown hair, large innocent eyes, a smooth face with an easy smile (he had not smiled much lately) a strong well muscled body all tan and big boned. Pete was a cute kid all right. A young fucker in his prime. Pete had arrived at Lakeland about two months ago and after Burke had taken one look at the boy, he knew the kid was a prime candidate for his special physical fitness program.

Pete had been fucking around with girls. Shit the boy just couldn't control his big pink midwestern farmboy dick, and he went and got a fourteen year old cunt pregnant. She had enjoyed the boys big fat cut dick no end. Pete's mistake was in refusing to wear a rubber, but he thought it would take some of the sensation out of the fuck. Pete's parents were mortified, good Luthern family shot to hell by scandal and humiliation. How could they hold their heads up at the church picnic with everyone knowing their son was a teenage cuntfucker. So after much deliberation they decided a private school was the best thing for their wayward son, a very strict private school.

Lakeland Academy for Boys is as strict as they come. Young husky Pete was sweating as he sat on the high stool in front of Burke. He was naked and his boy glory was on perfect display. His body was sweaty not with heat sweat, but with pain sweat. His hair hung over his beautiful fear filled eyes. His full lower lip quivered and his wide nostrils flaired. He had large even teeth and their grinding sound made Burke's thick prick twitch.

Muscle boy Pete couldn't use his hands, he needed them to hold on to the stool. His size eleven feet pressed against the lower rungs of the stool to help him keep balance, but even so, he was careful to keep his knees spread as wide as possible so as not to displease Burke.

Burke dropped anothere metal lug into the bucket and studied the grimmace on the boys beautiful face. The bucket already filled with over ten pounds of weight swung. It was attached to a rope and the rope was secured tightly around seventeen year old Pete's full young hairless scrotum.

"You know Pete, it seems that if I drop the lug from a greater height, the pain to your nuts is more severe, would you agree?"

Pete gulped. Burke watched the boys Adam's apple slide up and down.

"Yes, Sir 3; oh God 3; it really hurts, sir. It's pulling my nuts off."

"Oh Pete, don't be so dramatic. I've known boys years younger than you to take much greater weight on the ballsack. Besides you know this is for your own good. So many muscle boys have pitifully small nuts. It's embarassing, so we are trying to develop your balls to match the rest of your handsome teenage frame. I'm determined to get that ball bag to hang halfway to your knees if it kills me. Think Pete how the girls will like that, maybe the next little teenage twat that you fuck pregnant can tell her friends, 'My boyfriend Pete has huge nuts. They hang halfway to his knees'."

Burke raised his hand and dropped another lug into the bucket. Pete winced and groaned.

"You see Pete the skin of the ballbag has amazing elasticity. Of course right now your big horsedick is shriveled up to nothing from the pain. It's kind of cute actually.

"Oh God please sir, can't you stop. I can't take the pain."

"Stop? Why Pete we're just starting. I've got another ten pounds of lugs here. Now tell me is that dildo that fixed to the stool and up your ass comfortable? I didn't know if I should use a nine or ten inch [23-25 cm] rubber dick, when in doubt I always err on the larger size."

"It hurts really bad sir. It's all the way up into my guts."

"Yes, well if the pain in your fucksack gets too intense just wiggle around on the dildo. That should take your mind off your scrotum for a bit. Tomorrow we'll try eleven inches [28 cm]. The nice thing about the rubber dicks is, they give and bend conform to your insides. The wooden dildos are rigid and force your body to accomodate them. We won't get to the wooden dildos for a few days yet. Tell me Pete, how do you feel about your nipples?"

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH Christ!" Another lug hit the bucket. "My 3; my nipples 3; sir?"

"Yes, your tittybuds, your boyudders. So few boys realize how sensitive tits can enhance the fucking procedure. I'll bet that little cunt didn't chew on your tits while you fucked her did she?"

"Huh? no, no she didn't 3; oh God."

Pete threw his head and a bit of sweat hit Burke in the face.

"Careful Pete, you're getting me wet. No 3; you see, there you were kind enough to stuff her worthless twat with your fat teenage prick and the ungrateful little cunt only though of her own pleasure."

Burke tossed two lugs into the bucket. It took almost a minute for Pete's mind to clear of the blinding pain.

"Did you chew her nipples, Pete, while you fucked her?"

"OOOOHHHHHH Godddd. I don't remember 3; I don't remember."

"Of course you do. Think Pete, did you suck the cunt's tits. Did you chew on her nipples?"

"Yeah 3; yeah, I guess I did 3;"

The boy squeezed his beautiful eyes shut.

"Well there you are then. You sucked her tits. She didn't suck yours, my point exactly, people don't realize the pleasure that can be gotten out of boytit. Now Pete, you have a really well developed chest for a seventeen year old. I can tell you worked on it alot, nice big strong smooth pecs. Well when I see a guy with pecs like yours, I really get turned on when his nipples kind of hand down from them, all fat and pouty, you know kind of like animal teats, cow udders. I think with diligent work, we can probably get your nipples two or three inches [5-7½ cm] long. Think how nice that would be. You'd be able to suck your own tits."

Burke laughed and twisted the boys already large sore pink nipples.

Burke attached a clamp to each boytit. The metal teeth bit into the soft tender pink tittyskin and Pete bit his lower lip. A chain connected the nipple clamps and in the center of the chain a metal container.

"Now Pete, we're going to play a little game. You tell me where you want me to drop the next lug. Into the ball bucket or into the box attached to your nipples. It's your choice.

Pete's voice was broken with sobs. "OOOHhh shit Sir, do you know how much this hurts?"

Burke laughed.

"Of course not. I've never had anything like this done to me. But I'd say from the look in your eyes it hurt pretty badly. About as much as that stupid cunt's twat the first time you fucked her. Now where do you want the lug, titbox or bucket?"

Pete whimpered, "Titbox."

He screamed as his nipples were practically torn from his chest with the weight. They hung stretched like pig teats.

"Okay, now where do you want the next lug?"

"PPPLlllleeeeeeeaaaaasssseeeee don't do this to me. I'm begging you, sir, please 3; let me suck your cock 3; fuck my ass 3; please fuck my ass 3; just no more pain."

"I'll fuck your ass later on baby. After we're through playing. Oh look here, I've got some heavier lugs. Tell me do you think the pressure on your nuts is going to affect your baby making abilities? You are a very good looking young man, Pete, and I am seriously thinking of entering you in the fistfuck competition for this year's Gala. Of course it will take a lot of work and training to get you ready, but I think you've got what it takes. Now don't pass out on me boy, you know I don't like that. Would you like a little horsepiss to drink?"

It was at this auspicious moment that Burke's relaxation was shattered by the arrival of Milford Stanton, Lakeland Academy Chief of Security. Milford was a balding man in his fifties with a big beer gut that hung well over his wide gunholster belt. Milford always wore the gunbelt, sometimes he even wore it while in bed, fucking a little thirteen or fourteen year old boypussy. The kids were in awe of the big gun, a magnum to replace Milford's own personal lack of much gun or gunpower. He loved to shove the barrel of the gun up tender tight boy ass, but Burke had forbidden him to play Russian roulette that way. I mean you can't just go blowing boys apart for no reason. No sir. Burke had to keep the Security Chiefs obscene lusts in check.

"We got trouble." Milford snapped walking right into the office without knocking. Burke would have thrown a fit, but the look in Milford's little piggy eyes told him this was serious.

"What's up?" he asked, giving the bucket tied to Pete's balls a good hard swing and getting a high pitched whine in return.

"You're not going to like this. We got a security breach. The warning lights have been blinking. The buzzers blairing like all get out."

"So? Close off the corridor, seal the exits, electrify the fences, and catch the little shit who tried to escape."

Burke was furious over being bothered with such a trivlal matter. "Boys tried to escape all the time. Boys who just couldn't take it any more. They never did of course, get away I mean. NEVER."

"It's not that easy, sir." Christ Milford called him 'Sir', it must be bad. "You see, the breach, it's coming from down in the Pit."

"How can it be coming form the Pit? Everything is sealed off down there. It's just one big shitpit."

"Well there are the sewers that carry the shitflow out into the river. I mean, it's impossible, you never can tell."

Burke stood, really angry now, he gave Pete's bucket a good hard kick. Pete howled and blacked out from the pain in his stretched seventeen year old balls.

"You mean some boy, or boys, could escape from the school through the shitsewers?"

"Well no. I don't believe they could, but you never can tell. "

"Well what the fuck do we do?"

Burke was already out the door and heading down the hall. Milford waddled after him like a duck.

"Well I don't know. We sure as hell don't go down into the Pit, don't even suggest it."

"Milford you fat fuck. If one boy escapes from here, it could mean life imprisonment for all of us. Now I don't care if you gotta go for a swim in a lake of shit. You find the breach and seal it before anybody escapes."

Burke turned into Doc Trotter's office. The good doctor was hovered over his dentists chair. The chair was new, a new toy. Doc Trotter had explained to Burke how much money school could save if he could provide the boys dental care. The only thing wrong was hed never had a lesson in dental work in his life. So he set about to learn with the reluctant help of some of the students at Lakeland.

Fifteen year old Joey Carpenter was tonight's guest. He was strapped bare assed naked in the dental chair. Tubes from his rectum and the pisshole of his dick took care of any unwanted evacuations. You see the doctor never used any procane or any kind of anasthetic at all. And when you gave a boy twenty root canals in one night, it could become pretty painful. The nice thing was of course, there was no permanent damage, if you gave the boy proper fillings. Well you could always begin again. Doc Trotter was as last getting the hang of the damn thing. Joey sat almost upside down, his head clamped tightly with a steel brace, his mouth plugged open, spit and saliva running down his chin and neck. Now and again Doc Trotter spit into the boys mouth himself, to clean away the crap.

"Does this hurt?" he asked shoving the pick deep into the nerve of the boy's tooth.

The kid stiffened, shook and pissed into the tube. He made a kind of gurgling sound.

"Yah, I thought so. That's right in the nerve. I'm just gonna drill a little in there. See what happens."

The boys high pitched scream was music to the doc's ears. He reached down and absent mindedly fondled the boys shrunken penis and tight balls.

"Yeah I think we'll have to do a lot of drilling tonight."

The kid bucked in the chair, trying to tear free of his leather restraints. But it was no use.

"How does that shit tube up your ass feel? Is it comfortable?"

The boy moaned wide eyed and hysterical with fear.

"The tube up your pisshole is larger than it should be, but it's all I had handy. Now let me see, do I use the small drill head or the large one? I promise not to damage your pretty teeth in any way. No sir, I wouldn't want to mar your boyish good looks at all. So tell me Joey, have you ever fucked a girl?"

Dentists always asked questions when the patients couldn't answear them, when their mouths were all clogged with rubber plugs and wire clamps. They always made stupid conversation and Doc Trotter was trying to be a good dentist.

"Ever shove your teenage weiner into some nice warm pussy, Joey boy?"

One hand tugged at the boy's nipples while the other turned on the drill, just to hear the lovely whirr of the motor.

"Ever fuck balls deep into cunt, Joey? Or have you been an asspussy all your life? I read your file you know. It says you were giving the older boys at your school blow jobs. Is that true Joey? Are you a cocksucker? They say cocksuckers without teeth give wonderful blowjobs, maybe we should try some extraction, huh Joey? Pull out all your teeth one by one, so you can gum dick."

Of course Trotter wouldn't really do that. It would destroy the boys good looks but it sure was fun to spook the kid, watch him shit and piss and grovel.

And then Burke ruined his night.

"Come with me, Trotter." He shouted through the open door.

"Oh fuck Burke, why do you always do this to me. Can't a guy have any fun anymore."

"There's a breach in security in the Pit and some boys may be trying to escape. It could be just a structural breach, but we can't be sure."

"Oh fuck, that's serious, isn't it?"

Trotter put his tools down and slapped Joey's sweatslick face.

"You just wait right here, I'll be back. "

It would be a long time before Trotter returned to his dental practice, events were careening toward chaos. There was a breach all right. Down deep in the Pit, two boys, lovers, Carlos and Bobby were making an escape!

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