Debonair

Lost in London

Chapter 5. Game Boys

When they released him, Simon backed away until he hit a wall. With nowhere to run, he stared at the gang, a concerned look on his cute mug. He squirmed bashfully, wearing only a pair of oversized shorts made of grey tweed.

Wesley struggled to keep a straight face as he watched the small creature, his bare chest heaving. His short legs were quaking, easing the only garment on his loins even further down his hips, exposing more of the beginning of the cleft of his tiny butt in the back and the 'V' of his groin in front. 'If the shorts fall to the floor, I'm gonna howl!' Wes thought to himself.

"We hear you've been playing with the RATS little runt..." Rocko lied.

"NO! That's not true! Don't hurt me!" Simon pleaded. "See!" he peeped, pointing the red 'S' below his right pec with a stubby finger. The tremor in his soprano voice revealed his utmost fright. "I'm with you, I swear!"

"Well, we don't believe you... I think it's time we have some meat..." Rocko said, looking at the result of his words in the little kid's eyes.

"Yeah... I'm so tired of bread and soup...I want meat!" Harvey seconded, drool oozing from the corner of his lips.

"Those thighs will make great roasts!" Weirdo bawled.

"..and I want the arms!" a nine-year-old nicknamed Dandy cheered.

"I want the eggs!" Skeeter shouted, sending a wave of laughter in the crowd.

"NO. Don't eat me! please!" Simon cried, covering his boyhood with protective hands, heartbeat pounding.

They attacked him almost with a vengeance. Strong hands pulled on his limbs, lifting him off the ground as he spewed his litany. "No! Let go of me!" "Please!" "I didn't do nothing!" "Don't eat me guys!" They stole his shorts and soon he found himself naked at the mercy of the pack of wolves. He trashed and wriggled. The rambunctious kids cheered and yelled, grasping what they could on his little body.

They swung him over on the bed, already prepared with cords tied to the four corners. Amidst the ruckus, Skeeter bit the young child's adorable buns eliciting a scream of terror. Another confirmation in Simon's mind that he was gonna be devoured alive.

The four eldest boys flipped him over on his back and grabbed the closest wrist or ankle in reach. Within seconds, he struggled against his bonds, testing them in vain. Spread-eagled, he stared at the ten tormentors, tears blurring his vision. His little white form lay helpless on the altar of sacrifice.

"I'm gonna start with the tastiest!" Weirdo muttered, licking his lips in an exaggerated manner that only he could produce with his elastic tongue.

"ARRRGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!" Simon yelled, feeling the twelve-year-old's mouth engulfing his small dink. He whimpered and wiggled his hips, attempting to escape the rows of pointy teeth. After a few seconds of no pain, his cries turned to giggles. The wet lips were suctionning his tiny cocklet.

A blissful smile lit up his angelic face. The other boys joined the party, running their sticky hands on his smooth flesh. Wesley watched the kids massaging the young child and bent over to take the pink miniature balls left unattended. His cheek brushed against Weirdo's as they pleasured the small hairless genitals.

Two young members of the gang each selected a nipple and suckled them like babies. Harvey and Rocko washed his wiggly toes with lively tongues while Skeeter and Dandy put theirs in his ears, darting to get inside his brain.

Simon shivered. Every part of his body was coming alive. His small boner throbbed in Weirdo's warm cavern, impossibly excited from all the attention. He giggled hysterically, tingly all over. Erotic sensations travelled throughout his skinny frame, begging for him to surrender his will.

Carrot Head rubbed between his silky thighs, getting closer and closer to his small butt. His fingertips danced on the perfect skin, covered with goosebumps. He thrust his fingers between the kid's buttocks and teased the quivering hole. Simon moaned, shaking his blond head left and right, feeling the gentle digit draw circle around his tight ring.

For what seemed like forever, they worked on the young child, building an earthshaking climax. Every move, every peep from Simon was scrutinized for they all wanted to watch when he would writhe with the tides of orgasm.

A sheath of little boy sweat erupted from his pores like a second skin. His cries resounded in the room anouncing to the world his impending relief. The boys kissed him more feverishly, stroking him with unbridled passion.

In a dramatic turn of event, they all changed their actions, as if driven by a new force. The boys licking his nipples instead pinched the little mounds hard. Simon yelled, seized by the dull pain exploding in his chest. Harvey and Rocko tickled the sole of his feet, an atrocious torture under the circumstances. Other kids stabbed their finger at his hairless armpits.

Weirdo let go of the two inch wobbler, glistening with saliva and swallowed one ball. As Wesley took over the tiny hard-on, sucking like an experienced whore, Skeeter gulped the other ball and pulled on it, stretching the pink sac along with Weirdo next to him.

Simon's wails of pleasure mixed with cries of fear and pain. Strangely, the excessive stimulation intensified his sexual crescendo. He yelped from time to time, twitching as if on an electric bed. From everywhere on his body, jolts of pain surged. He didn't know what to do, scream from the torture, giggle from the tickling or moan from the lips slidding at one hundred miles on his pulsing shaft.

Carrot Head fingered roughly his tight bumhole, trying his best to keep his finger there as the young kid arched his back and dug his heels in the beaten-up mattress.

"UHhhhh uhhh Ohhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh" Simon trashed wildly, the cord biting his tender flesh. His limbs tensed-up and he released a high-pitched scream. Wesley felt the little cock flex in his mouth, shaking with immature orgasm. Coming down from the most intense peak of his six year old life, the little blond imp exhaled. He surveyed the circle of grinning boys and smiled shyly, asking with his twinkly eyes to be delivered.

"One last thing..." Rocko whispered.

The gang in a transe, after a half-hour of pent-up sexual tension, frantically went to their flies. All around, sturdy boydicks sprang out. They playfully fondled their hard-ons looking at each other with a devilish grin. Simon's eyes scanned the boys, going from one turgid cock to the other.

Their moans echoed as they began to pump fiercely their young pricks. It only took twenty seconds for Harvey to jerk in orgasm and splash his teenage cum on Simon's tummy. Weirdo aimed his penis at the blond lad's face, giving him four powerful jets of his warm seed up his nose.

In short intervals, the boys who could unload sprayed the young tyke with creamy boycum. Wesley masturbated with much pride, knowing he could contribute to the white shower. His timid wad tickled his urethra as it spurted on the cute blond's torso.

Rocko beat his massive pole with two hands. All the kids watched in awe as his geyser erupted with an abundant flow of manly sperm.

In the end, Simon whined, squirming on the bed, covered with boyjuice forming gooey puddles. It was decided that if he was to be released he had to make most of it disappear. At first, he turned his head like a pouting baby but soon sucked happilly the fingers presented to him, eating with appetite all the fresh boy sperm.

One night, two men showed up at the hideout. They walked around and examined the gang closely, one by one. Leroy followed their every step with a wide smile.

The bigger one was like a giant. Almost six and half feet tall and large like a horse. They could tell the other one was wealthy, definitly a lawyer.

Wesley shyed away from the visitors recalling Leroy's words about selling his ass.

"Look at all that tender meat!" said the big man.

"A fine display." replied the lawman. "I've seldom seen such a healthy group of lads Sir Lewis... quite a place you've brought me...."

The giant gripped Carrot Head under the armpits and lifted him off the ground. The ten-year-old giggled and Sir Lewis smiled. "I'll take this one." he said confidently.

Meanwhile, the other man was looking down the underpants of all the kids. Wesley's turn came and the man stared at his boydick. He blushed, praying in my head he wouldn't be chosen. The big fingers released his waistband and he let out a muted sigh of relief.

The lawyer crossed the room and caressed the cheek of the smallest boy, Simon. "This little angel is perfect..."

Simon grinned, not knowing what was happening, elated to have been selected out of the competition. Wesley shook his head at the naive child. He kinda reminded him of a younger him with his blond hair and boyish grin. He surely didn't want him to go with the strange men dressed in black.

Both visitors paid Leroy and strolled out the door with the two underfed boys.

"It's always nice doing business with you Sir Lewis... and you too Master Bennett." smiled the bearded geezer.

As soon as they left the attic, Harvey grabbed Wesley's hand, pulling him out the door after the 'customers'.

"Come see what's gonna happen to you if you don't steal something." he whispered.

Wes looked down the stairs at the figures. The happy couple was rubbing the shoulders of the two boys. They reached the second floor and opened the rotten door.

Slowly, Harvey and Wes tiptoed behind them to the entrance of the bordello. Harvey ran swiftly to hide behind a large velvet couch and Wesley followed him. Their little scheme had gone unnoticed, the two men were lost in a discussion with the lady upfront.

Harvey pushed a wooden plank showing his friend the way to a secret passage. He crawled into the opening and signaled for him to do the same quietly. When Wesley unfolded his body, he found himself in a narrow corridor, barely wide enough for him to move. It was spooky and filled with cobwebs, causing him to wonder why his partner had brought him here. He soon discovered the reason as they walked in the dark.

Harvey pointed towards two little holes in the wall. Wesley peeked shyly. In the room on the other side, he could see a young woman on her knees sucking a man's hard penis. He giggled. Harvey clamped his hand on his mouth, frowning like a madman.

"Shut up! you'll get us caught." he whispered. "Let's go see the others."

They breezed to the next room which was empty. In the third one, a man was whipping a teenage girl tied by her wrist and suspended in mid-air. Wesley squirmed. Her mouth was gagged but still her muffled screams were audible as the atrocious torture played out before his young eyes.

Harvey tugged at his shirt to shake him from the spell of horror. He peered in the next hole. This was the one. Carrot Head and Simon were already naked, washing up in a basin. They seemed oblivious to their fate and splashed each other merrilly, making beards out of the soap suds and tickling their slippery bodies. Their boyish giggles echoed in the room, much to the enjoyment of Sir Lewis and Master Bennett.

The two men gripped them by the waist and hauled them over on the bed. Sir Lewis sucked on Carrot Head's toes, taking them one by one between his lips while they wiggled frantically. He parted his jaws and swallowed half of the small foot, satisfying his fetish fully, before doing the same to the boy's other foot.

Meanwhile, the lawyer had been more direct. He was sucking Simon's tiny cocklet, which was as big as a jujube. It grew rapidly to its full two inches in the man's mouth. Holding the kid's ankles in the air, Master Bennett made his tongue dance all around the six-year-old's groin, on his dick, his miniature balls, his inner thighs all the way down to his tiny pink pucker.

Wesley and Harvey grinned at each other. A weak smile that didn't hide their fear of what they knew the boys were gonna have to submit to. Sir Lewis took out a leather harness from his bag and put it on Carrot Head's shoulders.

"I'm gonna ride you little colt!" he smiled, pulling on the reins of the ten-year-old.

Both the adults removed their expensive trousers freeing their pulsating erections. Carrot Head gasped at the twelve inches standing proudly in his client's lap. Simon, more naive, fondled the lawyer's penis, barely wrapping his short fingers around the large shaft. Like the cheeky monkey he was, he pretended to hang from the hard prong.

Master Bennett opened a jar of grease and smeared it on Simon's forearm. His little inquisitive eyes stared as the slippery substance covered his smooth skin. Sir Lewis dipped his fingers in the jar and greased copiously his throbbing dong.

The scene progressed on the bed and Wesley looked away, hearing the plaintive yells of Carrot Head. The next time he peeked, he avoided the sight of the screaming boy, instead aiming his eyes at the six-year- old. Little Simon had his arm buried in the lawyer's pale ass. "Move it in and out, yesss, that's it my lad!" the man hissed.

He inhaled and forced himself to look at the other couple.

Accross the mat, Sir Lewis, had his enormous dick lodged deeply in the other child's bowels. All he could see was the large tube of flesh protruding from the soft buttocks. Carrot Head, his mouth agape, was trying to release a scream of pain, which was obviously held back in his throat from the energy his body required to keep him from fainting.

Sir Lewis forced the last inches of his cock into the boy and Wesley feared the knob would come out of Carrot Head's lips. His guts churned sympathizing with Billy's ordeal. The giant man grasped the leather reins and held the boy steady as he began to plow his tight hole with his huge organ.

"Yeah lad! Here it comes... uhh uhhh.. ohhh you feel good... uh"

One feet of hard flesh slid back and forth from Carrot Head's backside right in front of his eyes. Harvey was as shocked as him. He could hear him sigh while he viewed the same grotesque spectacle.

Simon crinkled his cute nose, discouraged by the work at hand. He thrust his small forearm in the old lawyer's rectum, until it was buried there right to the elbow.

"Ohhhhh leave it there....uhhhhh" moaned Master Bennett.

Simon executed the order, pausing momentarily, then fisted the man violently as requested seconds later. The bed pitched and tossed with the furious sodomy of Carrot Head. Sir Lewis held him in place with the leather straps and shoved himself fiercely inside his little boyhole. Carrot Head's wails echoed in the room barely covering the hard slapping of the man's hips against his tender buns.

The big man hissed with one ravaging last thrust and began spilling his voluminous load. He pulled out of the red gaping hole, shooting white blasts of cream all over the ten-year-old smooth body, Carrot Head lay flat on the bed, finally delivered, breathing heavilly, and twitching as the ropes of burning cum landed on his back and buttocks.

Next to him, Simon punched the lawyer's tail, his face covered with sweat. The man cried, awaiting the intrusion of his bowels that would push him over the edge. It caught him by surprise and he screamed, ejaculating profusely on the bed sheets.

Wesley felt dizzy. Harvey noticed the pale ghostly face of his friend and pushed him away, back out of the secret corridor for some fresh air.

"You see Wes, we've got some serious stealing to do..."

Chapter 6. Snake pit

Wesley quieted down and gave a quizzical look to Harvey.

"Listen!"

The familiar sound of giggles mixed with moans escaped from the cracks of the wooden door. Wesley watched Dandy press his cheek to it and mimicked his action. A wide smile illuminated the face of the brown-haired nine-year-old boy. Sure the kid was all pristine but he promptly forgot his elegant ways when the opportunity of sex came around. Wesley chuckled. Not from the erotic noises but from the absolute expression of delight on Dandy's cute neatly washed mug.

"Let's go in!"

The three boys stepped into the attic quietly. Wesley scanned the room and blushed bashfully. On the mattresses, naked figures were fornicating. An explosion of white flesh flashed in his face. And it was the middle of the afternoon for chrissakes!

Weirdo's erection was jutting, poking his belly, as he licked the hairless genitals of his brother Skeeter and a young tyke, barely seven, called Dax. His pink tongue went from one ballbag to the other. He teased the little boys, kissing their tiny pricks but not taking them in his mouth. Skeeter and Dax squirmed on the mattress, squealing in delight, awaiting patiently the next visit of the oral instrument on their childish dinks. They spread their legs wide, exposing their proud boyhood obscenely.

"Suck mine!" Dax bawled.

"NO! Suck mine first!" retorted Skeeter, not at all concerned of the arrival of the visitors.

Next to the trio, Rocko was buttfucking Carrot Head slowly. The redhead's poor asshole, still loose after the ordeal with Sir Lewis, swallowed easilly the eight inches of teenage meat. Rocko grunted with every langorous thrust, his long blond hair swaying in front of his eyes. He shoved himself more and more rapidly in the ten-year-old and Carrot Head wrinkled his button nose as the pain intensified. He gave a luring look to Wesley, inviting him to the celebration.

Harvey and Dandy were naked in a snap and joining the two horny brothers before Wesley even realized he was sporting an iron boner. Dax, left all alone, called the older boy with an impish grin.

"Come heeeeere Wesley!"

The blond twelve-year-old couldn't believe his eyes. He was being asked to join an orgy by a seven-year-old! The kid jumped on him and feverishly tugged at his torn short pants, giggling and smiling. For a second, Wesley revelled in the boyish beauty of the little blond male and his hot biscuity smell. His naked underfed body glistened with sweat as his tiny fingers removed the little clothes he was wearing.

This was crazy. Wesley looked all around, trying to capture all of the boys sexual madness. He prayed to god for more eyes to see all that was happening.

Harvey selected the best cocksucker of the gang. He pulled on Skeeter's head and his teenage cock slid in the little boy's mouth naturally. A tide of pleasure washed over his face. He pumped the nine- year-old's face, forcing his boner down his throat.

Dandy placed his head under the young fellator and tongued the tiny nutsack all over. The squeals of Skeeter exhilarated him. He licked the smooth shaft of the boy up and down, flickering his slimy tongue at the wet prickhead. He shoved a finger up his tight bunghole and a visible flow of electricity raced in the child. Skeeter shivered over him, crying out a muffled peep as he sucked the big meat stick of Harvey.

Dandy replaced his fingers with his pink tongue, eating out the most sensitive part of the lad. He snaked his way into him, rubbing his silky skin all the time. The gate of flesh yielded immediately, welcoming his little tongue inside.

All the while, Nightmare, the mascot of the gang, paraded amongst the group, his doggy boner fully erect, wagging his tail happilly. The odor of the young males had a tonic effect on his veiny sex and Weirdo merrilly crawled to him. He engulfed the large organ in his mouth, sucking away like a madboy.

Harvey ran his hand in his black hair. Skeeter was swirling his tongue all around his turgid dickhead, sucking in his cheek tight around it, driving him crazy with erotic sensations.

The attic came alive with the slurping sound of tongues and lips doing their wonder. Dax had finished undressing Wesley and was eating up his little hairless tool with abandon now. The twelve-year-old twisted his body to return the favor and the two blond boys stimulated their boydicks in a passionate sixty-nine.

The yells of Carrot Head echoed louder as he got plowed more violently by Rocko. The older teen rammed his cock to the nuts between his smooth cheeks. He flipped the kid over and penetrated him with a gentle descent. Using the legs of the redhead for support, he let his long prick slide in and out of the hot asshole.

Carrot Head held on to the muscular boy with his tiny hands, feeling the entire member deep inside his guts, sinking deep within him. It continued pounding him with a squishing noise and he surrendered his body completely.

After the dog had spilled his warm load all over his face, Weirdo turned his attention to Dandy. The young boy's dick had not been touched once and was covered with pre-cum. The musky emission was succulent on his tongue has he went down on the child's hard-on.

Wesley comitted himself to driving his seven-year-old partner crazy, still looking at the rest of gang from the corner of his eyes. As he sucked his tiny cock, he slid two wet fingers in the cleft of his buttocks. When he found was he looking for, he teased the puckered little butthole much to the amusement of the vibrant kid who moaned sensuously. Up went a first finger, then a second in the warmth of his tight orifice.

Utterly excited, Dax rolled over quickly, panting like an animal.

"Put it in my bum Wes!!" the little tyke cheered. He lowered his torso to the bed, like a cat about to jump on a prey and sighed when the body of the twelve-year-old wrapped all around his little frame.

Wesley rubbed the young kid's back, letting his hands travel to his belly, his tiny erect nipples. He gently kissed the nape of his neck, sucking on his earlobes once in a while. Dax pushed his white buns back against Wesley's dick, reaching back with his little hand to fondle his balls. His touch was determined and experienced. He maneuvered the throbbing boner in the direction of his tiny butt, aiming it as his pink pucker.

"Fuck me please!!"

Wesley didn't need to be convinced. He held his penis straight ahead toward his goal. In one long thrust, he filled the tight boyhole with his young meat. Dax tilted his head back, moaning in pain. Wes grabbed the seven-year-old's shoulder and slammed his dick into the incredible ass. "Uhhhh yesss" Dax whispered. He slammed harder and Dax squealed with pleasure. "Uhhhh yessss fuck me HARD!"

Wesley braced himself a second. He didn't wanna hurt the pussy boy. His asshole was so moist and welcoming. It nibbled at his cockhead, urging him to get inside. The kind of ass that could make even the most restrained boy lose his mind.

He sank into him slowly, wiggling his sex deep in his little boy butt, trying not to break the precious rear. But in a matter of second, he was ramming his three inches of hard flesh. There was no stopping him this time. He was gonna fuck the kid to paradise.

Weirdo had imitated him and was slowly fucking Dandy. The same for Harvey who had laid on top of little Skeeter, his teenage prong probing the kid's tunnel mightilly.

All the smaller holes had big cocks to take care of. Muscles danced with spasms of pleasure.

Skeeter purred like a kitten, his face bearing a smile of ultimate ecstasy. There was no doubt he like the feeling of getting buttfucked. Harvey held his asscheeks opened to watch his five inches move deep in his little well-used hole. He withdrew unexpectedly and called to Wesley to come over.

The blond twelve-year-old pouted as he pulled his dick out of Dax, then waited for his best friend brilliant idea. Harvey stole Rocko's partner and whispered in his ear, eliciting a sly grin from the redhead boy.

"Get over here!" Harvey ordered.

Wesley laid down on his back and Carrot Head jumped on top of him, breathing heavilly on his nose. Harvey fiddled with the blond boy's prick and pushed it easily in the loose hole. This was definitly not as fun as Dax's opening, Wes thought. He heard a ruffle behind the ten-year-old and suddenly the underside of another cock slide along his. They were gonna fuck Carrot Head at the same time!!

The dilated hole stretched even further and Wesley saw Billy's grimaces of pain just above his face. At the same time, he and Harvey pushed their hard-ons up the young child. One inch at a time, their two cocks disappeared up his little chute. The warmth of Harvey's bigger penis was amazing next to his dick. They were together again, climbing in the enlarged hole.

Carrot Head growled and hissed, sweat covering his freckled face.

"Ready Wes?" Harvey muttered.

"Yeah." he peeped, holding back his need to shoot a gigantic load of cream in Billy's butt.

"Let's fuck him!"

In unison, they pulled back and thrust inside the kid with awkward jerks. The ring of flesh squeezed their dicks together as if it was one large tube of flesh. Carrot Head's cries resonated in the room as he took the two cocks in his rectum.

Wesley suffocated under the weight of the groaning boy. He looked all around at the other boys, getting turned on like never before. Dax and Skeeter where servicing Rocko's huge erection. It surely needed two boys to take care of it. The fourteen-year-old patted the heads of the young lads as they sucked on his prick, taking turns at the bulbous knob.

Drool leaked from their red lips as they blew the big hunk of meat, giggling everytime they could make the blond leader moan with exquisite pleasure.

On the other side, Wesley gasped at the sight of Weirdo banging furiously Dandy's little butt. The couple was so close, he could clearly see the boydick lodged in the nine-year-old's anus, getting strangled. Their two sets of hairless balls bounced playfully with the coitus.

"Uhhh I'm cummmmmmmmmming" Weirdo bawled, burying his dick inside the exhausted boy. Dandy, usually poised and snubby, cried like a girl, obviously feeling the rush of boyjuice in his bowels... and more.

Wesley waited for the hole to be unplugged, for the smile of the satisfied kids. But what he noticed instead was a stream of clear yellow liquid run down Dandy's legs. The poor boy had been filled with pee after Weirdo had shot his wad! Dandy complained for being used as a toilet but Weirdo just laughed and sucked his erect little cock to comfort him.

The arogant nine-year-old's words turned to moans as Weirdo pleasured his balls and dick. The older boy pinched his nipples, bobbing his head faster and faster on the child's shaft. "Ohhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" Dandy cried constantly. His muscles tensed up and he peaked, twitching frantically with the surge of boyish orgasm.

Wesley slammed his penis with Harvey at the same tempo, hitting Carrot Head's prostate with rhythmic pump of his hips. The ten-year- old's body was stiff with cramps as he endured the double sodomy, clutching Wes tightly and whimpering from time to time.

In the symphony of moans, a high-pitched whine of relief rose in the attic. Rocko held his pulsating meat, shooting torrents of jism on the two pre-pubescent boys between his legs. Both little satyrs drank his juice as it erupted from the slit of his red glans, licking their lips and cleaning the sticky mess on the teenager's thighs along with Nightmare.

Now all the boys attention was focused on the trio. Wesley felt his mate's cock flex against his. With one last deep push, it unloaded its potent substance. The flow of sperm tickled Wesley's dick and he couldn't control the tingles anymore. His balls tightened suddenly for a thundering blast of semen. Together with Harvey, he ejaculated up Carrot Head's passage.

Overtaken by orgasm, he trashed madly under the sweaty boy. His little penis shook again and again, spewing fresh semen, mixing his offering with the one from his lover.

Carrot Head had had his little boy climax along with the older boys and glowed silently in the heap of white flesh. The softening pricks shriveled slowly inside him until they popped out on their on out of his sore anus.

"What's this?" Leroy screamed.

The gang of clothed boys stared back at him seriously. Dax pressed his cute mug in a pillow to silence his giggles.

"You haven't swept the floor like I told you to!" the old man frowned, eyeing all of them with anger.

"We've been busy..." Rocko smiled.

Chapter 7. Rat Trap

"They want me?" Wesley peeped, tears rolling in his blue eyes. "But t t I I I don't want to.." he stammered nervously.

"Let's go. I know someone who'll take care of you for a few days.."

The night seemed heavy as they trotted barefeet on the cold cobblestones. Wesley walked close to his teenage lover, brushing against his bare arm from time to time, wondering who was this mysterious friend.

"You'll see, he's real nice." Harvey said. "He'll give you shelter and some food... he did for me!"

For what seem like forever, they trudged on the less frequented avenues, shivering in the evening air, their breath making clouds of smoke. Next to Hampton's old bookstore, a darkened alley lead toward a single grayish door. Wesley held on to the thirteen-year-old's hand as they advanced to it.

"I think it's here." Harvey murmured. "Knock three times than kick."

'What a strange ritual to meet a friend' Wesley thought. He nodded silently, his stare glued to one of the older boy. His big black eyes were shining in the moonlight with a comforting aura.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KICK*

After a pause, the grumbling sounds of a man opening the door, slipped through the slit between the heavy door and the frame.

"By Jove. This is NOT for street runts like you!" the large man bellowed, towering over the two boys in the doorway.

Wes glanced inside through the man's legs. A luxurious feast throned in the middle of the large room and people waltzed around it gracefully, disguised in costumes and uniforms. It reminded him of the many celebrations the count organized, sometimes even in his honor, except that at those parties, they were women too. A young man with blue round glasses tilted his head and winked at him.

"Is Daniel there?" Harvey asked. "I want to speak to Daniel."

"Daniel is not in London son... but he'll be back in seven moons... do not worry boy... now go away..."

The door closed slowly, killing the light. The two paralyzed lads were drowned in darkness again, a sinking feeling invading their little hearts.

"What will I do Harvey... I I I don't wanna go back there... Leroy will kill me." Wesley sobbed.

The teenager wrapped his arms around him, shrugging his shoulders then smiling to indicate he wasn't gonna let him down. They held on to each other, oblivious to the swift little silhouettes moving in the shadows.

Wesley cocked his head. There had been a squeak in the still of the night. A squeak that could only have been made by a rat.

"Alas, we meet again!!" a grotesque face smiled, suddenly illuminated by the eerie glow of a gas lamp. Two more lamps were lit up, revealing the infamous pack of ratboys. Wesley recognized the ugly teenager from the traumatic evening of his parents' death. And a little further behind, beutiful Shawn, squirming, obviously embarassed to be there.

"What do we do Jet?" demanded a little tyke.

"We take'em!"

The gang leaped on the two helpless boys with a roar. Harvey had his hands full, throwing punches in every direction, kicking the rats who had not learned to parry. Wesley on the other hand, barely knew how to defend himself. His skinny arms weren't threatening to the attackers and they immobilized him in a snap.

"Harvey! Harvey!" he screamed, feeling the bones of his arms getting crushed behind his back.

A rough blow to the knees sent him to the ground, chin first. Blood spewed from the scaped skin as he holered for delivrance. Three kids were on him, pinning him down mercilessly, turning the onslaught into a real massacre. All his body ached, bruises throbbing on his legs and chest.

Jet finished with a knee to Harvey's groin and left the older boy who had finally been made prisoners after an energetic battle. He walked towards Wesley, bent in two on the ground, and kicked him in the guts. "There. Remember that night?? I told you NOT TO LEAVE!"

"Let's go!" he yelled at the unruly crowd. "Leave the bigger one here."

Two filthy boys picked Wesley from the cold ground and dragged him in the darkness.

"Harvey! Harvey!" he yelled.

"I'll find you Wes!" Harvey growled, struggling to get away from the four animals holding him.

"To the Witch's lair!" Jet commanded.

Wesley surveyed the group as they breezed from street to street. Most were like regular street kids. A blond one here, an older one there. Propped up on the two stronger kids, his feet didn't touch the ground. They reached some sort of barn and he was thrown on the floor in a carpet of hay.

All around, big marble statues of naked muscular men looked at him, almost saying: 'you're in deep little boy'. It seem the witch had plenty of free time.

The rest of the pack joined the six boys already there in the moldy abandoned shed. Now, all twelve boys of the rat crew were there, grinning wickedly as he lay, shaking from fear.

"Take your clothes off." Jet ordered.

In front, of everybody, he slowly removed his dirty shirt off his shoulders, then his torn short pants along his slender legs. As soon as he pulled down his underpants, the audience laughed pointing at him to further humiliate him.

"On your knees little brat!" the leader ordered again.

Wesley executed silently, eyeing the tall rugged boy defiantly. As he reached the proper prisoner posture, the little tykes around him whispered, talking about his exposed hairless genitals. A boy knelt behind him to tie his wrists with a cord. Pain shot along his arms and he squirmed, resisting the urge to scream and prove that he wasn't strong enough.

"What do we do with him?" a kid asked.

"Let me see... hmmmm"

Wesley surveyed the teenager's face. His scars, his earing, seeing the undeniable lust in the back of his dark eyes.

"Maybe we could let the dog screw him!"

"Oh how original... " he snapped back, eliciting a grunt of anger from the brutal dictator.

Jet unbuckled his trousers frantically and released his pulsating nine inch tool. "Suck on this then little bastard." he snarled. This was a better fate that the painful buggering by a dog, but still Wesley parted his lips bitterly. The hot piece of flesh filled his mouth, stretching his lips.

With no hands to stop the intrusion, the large dickhead brushed against his tonsils, down his throat. "You like this uh?" Jet bawled. "Yeah take my cock."

He didn't even consider it 'sucking'. The big boy was shoving his teen tool passed his uvula, holding the back of his head to steady it. Encircling him, the crowd watched, smiling and cooing as the slurping noise intensified gradually.

Jet fucked his face violently in the end, thrusting his slippery meat and cussing profanities. He pulled out his prick, convulsing with pleasure. From his pisshole, a geyser of sperm erupted, painting Wesley's litte mug white.

"C'mon open up! Eat it all!" Jet gloated.

The last powerful ropes of boycream landed directly in the twelve-year-old's opened cavity. The gang seemed agitated all of a sudden. Wesley gulped down the viscous goo and another boy sprang in front of him, his little cock waiting to be serviced.

The arogant kid had a broad smile of superiority. So of course, he bit his balls, but that only in turn brought him a flurry of hard slaps on his face. When the boy's dick was presented again, he took it in his mouth and bobbed his blond head like a civilized slave.

One by one, the twelve boys invaded his warm mouth. All kinds of boy penises. Small cocks, big cocks, circumcised, not, hairless or sporting a wiry bush. For the little seven and eight years old, he suctionned their tiny cocklets between his cheeks, as if to extirpate all the juice out of a baby carrot.

The bigger boys preferred taking things into their own hands and they fucked his mouth furiously. The large wieners gagged him. No matter how much he complained with muffled moans, they ignored his pleas, some finding it arousing.

"Suck it! YEAH. SUCK my dick Snake boy!"

The older boys required more extenuating efforts and they could also ejaculate buckets. The first two filled his mouth rather profusely, commanding him to swallow it all. What he didn't eat, he received on his face.

When Shawn's turn came around, the slimy substance was oozing all over his naked body, from his chin down to his nutsack. He glanced at him bashfully. The boy was still as beautiful Wesley thought. Memories of the night they had loved in the hay resurfaced. He surely didn't want to put his friend in trouble and offered his mouth seductively.

The taste of the stiff prick was sweet. As he sucked on the boy's penis, he relived the intimate encounter with Shawn, how he had deflowered him almost tenderly. The rigid organ was throbbing on his tongue. He licked all around the shaft, nibbling the heavy balls before going back to stimulate the bloated knob hungrily, making all the other Rats jealous.

With a low groan, Shawn's body shuddered. A soothing feeling of deja-vu floated in Wesley's mind as the boy's juice exploded in the back of his mouth. The voluminous load trickled from the corner of his lips and he slurped it up, determined to have all of his friend's nectar.

After the rest of the gang used his mouth, he fell to the ground, totally exhausted and drenched in cum.

"Look at that! He's already dead we haven't fucked him yet!" Jet howled at the group of satisfied boys. "Pete and Stu! Grab him, he's gonna sit on Arthur!"

"Nooo, lemme go." Wesley pleaded, discouraged from the announce of another undeserved punishment. He didn't know who Arthur was, but he definitly didn't feel like sitting on him.

The two boys called gripped his arms and raised his nude body from the dirt. They were the more muscular kids of the gang. His light frame was like a pillow it seemed for them. He trembled slightly between the two older lads. They both slipped a hand under his knees and carried him like a package towards one of the white statues.

His feet in the air, his hands tied, there was no way of escaping the powerful teenagers. As they approached the marble adonis, Wesley realized the full extent of his next ordeal. Arthur was the statue towering over him and between his legs was a huge phallus pointing at the ceiling, glorious tribute to fertility.

"It's too big!" Wesley yelled at the group of sneering kids. A young tyke lubed the statue's appendage, confirming what he had figured already. Then the little boy, applied the grease to his tender hole, poking stubby fingers inside him, giggling hysterically.

"Noooo." he begged again.

The two bullies hefted his body higher, spreading his legs, adjusting their aim so that the long immobile prick was right in front of his little bony butt. Slowly, they lowered him and Wesley felt the cold sculpted knob against his tight little boyhole.

"Noooo. Get me down!" he screamed in terror.

"Down you say?" Jet grinned.

At once, the two boys eased their grip, letting gravity take over. "ARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Wes shrieked, feeling the massive cock penetrate his tiny opening.

The lubricant smeared on his anal ring worked its magic as they impaled him, one inch at a time, filling his guts with the stone organ. All the while, he cried, his toes cramping up from the pain. He never imagined such a huge thing could enter his backdoor. The large dick hit bottom and there was no space left in his rectum for anything else.

They raised him off the pillar and he sighed with relief momentarily, perhaps one second, because as soon as the crown teased his enlarged anus, he was slammed down on the big piece of rock. "ARRGGGGGGGGGGGHHH"

"Yeah! FUCK him!"

"Make him scream!"

"I bet he loves it!" the gang cheered.

Faster and faster they repeated the same torture, raising and slamming him on the huge dong. The cold stone brushed his prostate roughly. He yelped every time a tingle of pleasure surged from deep inside him. His little erect pecker wobbled left and right with the brutal fucking.

A symphony of pain and delight travelled from his mid-section to his brain. The rough cord was bitting his delicate skin as he attempted to release his hands. Along with his own wails, the cacophony of the crowd echoed in his ears, nauseating him. The two tormentors spread his buttcheeks painfully, opening him up to take more of the cock inside his little white ass.

He pictured himself, split in two with the long phallus coming out of his mouth. "STOP! AOWWW AOWWW" he complained incessantly.

"Oh. Don't say ya don't enjoy it!" Jet blurted out. "Your dickie is hard as...rock!"

"Uhhh uhhhh uhhhhhhh" Wes moaned, losing control of his mind. One more savage intrusion of the hard prong and he climaxed, whining throughout his powerful ejaculation. Blast after blast of his boycream splashed against the statue's belly.

As they hauled him off the large penis, the crowd cooed, seeing his red pucker, dilated and quivering in after shock. He managed to stay on his feet ten seconds then toppled over on the ground, aching from everywhere.

Chapter 8. A New Roof

A cold fall wind whistled through the planks the next night. Wesley woke up in darkness again, shaking from the cold. His little body was still aching all over. Everytime he shifted his limbs, a sharp jolt of pain shot from his expanded butthole. In front of him, the huge statue was smiling, almost nagging him.

Flakes of dried blood and sperm covered his smooth skin. He gathered his clothes nonchalantly and hit the streets with his dirty rags, on a mission to find warmth.

For an hour, he walked in the cold. To add to his misery, a light blanket of snow covered the streets and soon his little toes were numb. He headed West, not knowing why, probably unconsciously running away from the harsh life of the Eastern district. This was no time to be philosophical but his head was freezing slowly.

At the end of Denison street, a small replica of Newcastle Estate captured his attention. It had the same bricks, the nice big windows and the chimneys pumping smoke in the sky. The luxurious lawns were perfectly white from the virgin snow and icicles cried from the rusty monuments.

He climbed over the fence and ran to the back of the large house where he knew would be a basement door. He was right. But it was locked. He reached in his shirt pocket and took out a small metal wire, a gift from Harvey. "I have to kiss him if I see him again." he murmured to himself.

He slipped the little instrument in the keyhole, attempting numerous combinations of twist and turns. The damn lock just wouldn't open. Lock picking was definitly not his best talent he concluded. The clicks and creaking sounded different after a while and he succeeded.

Inside, he rubbed his barefeet and helped the circulation reach his frozen toes. Like a thief, he tiptoed through the house. The voices of the occupants echoed in the distance. Normally he would have spied on them but he was too tired and trotted for the bedrooms right away.

In the north wing, he found what he was looking for. The last one, as expected, was empty. There were no clothes in the closets indicating it was a guest room.

Completely exhausted, he crawled underneath the covers.

Just as he drifted into sleep, the click of the door rang in his ears. He pretended to sleep and felt the presence of somebody looking over him, studying his face. His body trembled and his teeth were chattering, but the figure left the room silently. As he dozed off, the sweet music of a piano filled the house.

The next morning, voices dragged him out his sleep.

"He's a brigand!" the low voice of a man said.

"He's only a little boy...surely an orphan." responded a young girl.

He turned around and found himself in front of a group of well-dressed people. A big man was standing in front of everybody. Next to him was a teenage girl. Behind them, servants and an old woman.

"Hi! My name is Lara" said the girl. "And this is my father Mister Mitchell...and this is my grandmother."

Wesley blushed, feeling like a four-year-old.

"He's an intruder!" barked the tall stern man.

"OH. He just needed a place to sleep." snapped the old woman.

"He's so cute." added the young girl. "What's your name? How old are you?" she whispered in a soft voice.

"Wesley." he smiled. "I'm twelve.... I'm sorry sir... I'll leave now.." he peeped making his best sad puppy face.

"We can't let him go like that!" bawled the daughter. "He'll die out there! Can't he stay daddy? Can't he?"

Mr. Mitchell obviously annoyed by his daughter's persistence frowned silently. With a heavy smirk of defeat, he turned around and stormed out of the room all the while yelling in the hallway: "Give him some food and clean him up for God's sake. He stinks!"

Lara ordered two servants to bathe Wesley and they lead him by the arms to a large bathroom. There, the two women removed his shirt and pulled down his filthy shorts, giggling like adolescents. The feminine hands undressing him made Wesley feel like he was going back to infancy.

He covered his bare genitals with his hands and jumped in the porcelain tub, his face red from embarassment.

"We've seen plenty of naked little boys! Don't worry about shocking us lad." they laughed.

It turned out to be enjoyable after all. The soapy hands scrubbed every inch of his body, exploring every smooth crevasses. He relaxed and let himself be pampered. Boy, this was great! The gentle massage of the twenty fingers was like a calming symphony for his nerves. Especially when the digits insisted on his stiff little prick.

"My, we have a very happy boy here!" laughed the maid doing his front.

He refused to let it end but eventually they pulled him out of the warm water. Hiding his boyhood again, he blushed as the women dried him up, working around his reluctance. Like an octopus working on him, they dressed him in plaid socks, green short pants, a white shirt with the estate's logo, a green blazer and cap.

Looking like a perfect little gentleman, he stepped out of the bathroom. Lara briskly grabbed his hand and iniated the grand tour of the house.

Together they visited every room, touched all the precious family heirlooms and met all the hired hands, servants and family members. Of course, it wasn't as elegant as Newcastle Estate but it had an undeniable charm.

He tagged along for an hour, concealing his yawns with the back of his hand. Right then, he decided this was a nice place to stay but he didn't wanna live there. Outside the windows, winter was already showing its nose. Much to his dismay, he had no choice but to remain there until spring. Yup. he was going to be Lara's human doll for the whole angry season.

That thought depressed him. He desperatly scanned the house, searching for something appealing that would lift his spirit. And he sure found it. Two beautiful little boys bumped into him in the hallway.

"Urg. Don't pay attention to them. They're my noisy twin brothers Gordon and Glenn." whispered the teenaged girl in his ear.

Oh but he wanted to pay attention to them...

"How old are they?" he asked.

"Eight." she responded trying to show as little interest as possible.

The boys were truly identical. Their short black hair was cut the same style, their eyes were the same green and their slim frame in every way alike. But their greastest feature was their skin which was a nice golden brown color. No doubt about it, their smooth little arms were tanned to perfection and so was their happy cute faces. They had surely spent all summer playing outside.

Lara pushed him roughly, eager to show him more 'neat stuff' like she called it. So in order to stay with the kids a while longer, he had to be cunning as a fox.

"How do you tell them apart?" he asked her.

"Well. Gordon always wear red socks and undershorts while Glenn wears green."

"I have a scar over here." said Gordon pointing over his left eyebrow. "And a birthmark on my butt!"

Swiftly, he turned around and dropped his short pants to moon Wesley. By jove! He was tanned even there!

Glenn giggled at his brother's impetuousness.

"That's not funny!" yelled Lara. "You don't show your behind to the guests of the house."

"That's okay." Wesley smiled still staring at the boy pulling up his red undies.

"Pretend like it didn't happen Wesley. Come on let's finish up."

"I'm kinda tired. Can't we finish tomorrow?" Wesley lied.

"No. There's lotsa neat stuff upstairs!"

She pushed him violently and they resuemd the tour.

At the dinner table, Wesley already felt like he belonged, just another family member. The meal was sumptuous compared to the food he was served at the hideout. He ate ravenously the evening feast and stared at the twins.

Before Lara even had the opportunity to take control of his evening, the twins tugged at the hem of his blazer and asked him to play with them.

"Well, won't Master Gordon and Master Glenn be eating their pudding?" the butler intervene.

"Can we be excused dad?" the tykes whined in unison.

The man nodded and Wesley left the dining room with the two adorable sibblings. It infuriated his sweet guide of the afternoon which made him smile wholeheartedly.

The two boys introduced him to all the toys in the playroom. The rocking horse, shiny marbles and wooden figurines. His little dick was throbbing madly in his shorts. To get close to them, he inquired about their necklaces and gazed at the pendants they put in his hand. He could see their cute mugs up close that way and even feel their warm breathing on his fingers.

They asked him what he wanted to play and he suggested right away wrestling. The boys seemed to know that game very well. They shucked their blazers and shirts like him on the ground. He tackled Glenn first and pinned him down on the floor to tickle his rippling ribs. The small boy giggled as he got on top of him, grinding his hips against him.

His naked chest rubbed the one of the youngster, an unbelievable sensation he never wanted to stop.

Gordon joined in the fun and Wesley's hands were full with the two pre-pubescent boys. He slipped from under their weight and grabbed Gordon by the waist to do another session of tickling, this time on the tummy. The kid laughed and trashed around on the floor while his twin brother straddled Wesley's back, baby soft fingers gripping his shoulders.

The gigglings and high-pitched cries excited Wesley. He deliberatly fondled their tiny pecs and let his fingers brush against their crotch. These boys were hot like him! He could feel their stiff little boner beneath their shorts, poking him in the legs or the flanks.

They climbed on top of him and he loved it! All the time, he made sure he always had a boyish leg in his hand or a small tanned arm. The damn maids had drowned them in perfume and he couldn't enjoy their lovely boy smell, something he deplored. But the skinny boys were so much fun to play with, he soon forgot about it. He could easily twirl them around as he pleased, caressing their silky brown skin with sensous gestures.

As their shyness melted, the battle got more aggressive. Gordon and Glenn were like puppies who couldn't control their instincts. They bit him on the arms and pulled his blond hair. In retaliation, he pinched their buns to teach them pain.

The grunts turned to yelps. They all collapsed from exertion and laid together on the floor panting.

At bedtime, Wesley was aroused from the evening's entertainment. The pictures of the twins' small bodies kept popping in his head. He undressed in his room and climbed naked in the large bed. Weirdo had shown him something back at the ole hideout which he promised myself to try one day.

His boydick sure tought it was the right time. It stood straight between his thighs, the circumcised head glistening from pre-cum juice. He put his feet high on the wall and pushed, conjuring his legs to fall over on the sides on his head. All curled up in a ball like that, his little penis was directly over his face. He could see his pink anus for the first time between his opened buttocks, such an inviting sight.

He lubed his fingers with spit and shoved one in his ass to caress his anal ring. Then another accompanied the other. He moved them in and out, imagining Gordon or Glenn's tiny erection in there.

His cock, hard from the stimulation of his prostate, stared him in the face. He opened his mouth and swallowed the head entirely, thanks to the extra inch he'd been given over the past summer. Delicious tingles emerged from his groin, floading his body. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive knob and moved the fingers in his bum faster.

It wasn't like a blow job from the twins but it was no less enjoyable. He moaned and sucked his own prick greedilly. His souple body was getting numb in that position. A minor side effect considering the pleasure he was giving himself.

He sensed the door opening behind him, suddenly feeling a cold breeze attack his bare skin. Can't a boy have any privacy? he shivered. The person who was there didn't leave. Some kind of pervert surely? Secretely, he wished it was the twins.

Perhaps it would have been better to face the onlooker but his lips were too preoccupied with sucking the head of his little rod. He was gonna give a good show to that voyeur. From the hard breathing he could tell it was a man. Maybe he was jacking off? He probably liked looking at a boy with his fingers in his ass, blowing his own penis.

He exaggerated his moans and stuck out his tongue far to show him how he licked his hairless boycock. His hips jerked and he shot a hot jet of sperm on his forehead. Quickly, he buried his penis in his mouth with his left hand and tasted the globs of semen spurting on his tongue.

Four times, blasts of sperm exploded from his young member, filling his cavity. He swallowed the delicious seed, smiling like an angel. The stranger chose that time to shut the door before he even had a chance to get a glimpse of his face.

Chapter 9. Wolf amongst the lambs

That Saturday, he walked in the corridors. He hadn't sex in a while and his dick was begging him for action. Gordon rushed by him, kicking a ball.

"Come here Gordon!" he shouted.

The eight-year-old approached him with an inquisitive look on his face. Wesley put his arm around his small chest and whispered to his ear:

"Remember when I told you I would show you what to do with a girl?"

"Uh uh"

"Well, I'm ready to teach you now."

"Okay." answered the tyke with a devilish grin. He followed Wesley to one of the guest's rooms where the twelve-year-old knew they wouldn't be bothered. Wesley drank in the beautiful boy a few moments. Sitting on the bed, Gordon let his little legs dangle above the carpet, awaiting the next events.

"First you have to get naked." Wesley said.

The naive boy didn't mind. He removed his fancy shoes and puffy shirt. Then he stood up to continue his strip-tease, pulling down his trousers, removing his socks until he was only clad with tiny red underwear.

Wesley decided to have the honor of taking them off. Slowly, he slid them along the child's skinny legs and contemplated his small tanned body. Even his crotch and firm little buns were tanned. Only the sole of his feet was white. He wanted to hug the kid and caress his smooth brown skin but that would have probably scared him.

Instead he looked down at his hairless sack and noticed something.

"You have only one ball?!" he asked.

"Of course not, I have both!" answered Gordon looking at his crotch. With two fingers he pressed a bulge in his groin, near his soft little prick. The testicle popped out and dropped next to his twin in the scrotum.

"Do that again!" Wesley grinned.

The little boy, proud of his achievement, pinched his nuts like cherry pits and they disappeared in his pubic mound. He pressed the two little bulges and they popped out again. It was so funny, Wesley couldn't help but giggle. He attempted the same trick but it hurt too much.

"Have you been with a girl?" Gordon asked bluntly.

"Sure." Wesley lied. This project had been on his mind for days and he didn't want to spoil it. "Let's pretend your the girl and I'll show you what to do."

He kissed him on the lips and sucked his hard nipples. Much to his surprise, he found that Gordon was enjoying it too. His little penis suddenly rose between his thigh like a miniature wax candle. The guileless little sap was gonna let him do anything he wanted! Wes thought. He undressed quickly, comparing the whiteness of his skin to the sweet dark color of Gordon.

"And then? and then?" asked the curious child.

"Then the girl sucks the boy's dick." Wes retorted.

Gordon knelt in front of him and grabbed his erection in his tiny hand. Wesley felt the boy's lips wrap around his penis. This was gonna be great. Gordon took half of his cock in his warm mouth and began sucking on it. Days of pent-up sexual tension were released. He interlaced his fingers in the kid's black hair to show him he was doing good, encouraging him to suction his boymeat better.

The hardness of his pointy teeth against his knob sent jolts of pleasure in his cock. He pulled it out from his hungry mouth and asked him to lick only the head with his hot little tongue. Gordon obliged merrilly, darting his tiny tongue at his pisshole. He had to tell him to stop just as he was about to come.

"Then you stick it inside the girl." he said.

"Where? Where?" asked the boy.

"There!" he answered pointing at his little bare behind.

Innocently, Gordon bent over the edge of the bed while he searched for lotion in the drawers. There was lotion in all the rooms and he tought it was damn convenient. With his cock all slicked up, he came back to his little partner.

He made him spread his legs wide and hold his asscheeks open. The tiny pink anus winked seductively. He couldn't believe it. Deflowering that boy was so easy! He already looked forward to doing his twin brother the next day.

"You're so lucky to have done this with a girl." Gordon peeped.

"I'll stick it in and you'll tell me how it feels afterwards." Wesley grinned.

"Yes. I'll tell you." promised the child.

He forced his knob in his asshole and Gordon yelped.

"Oooooo it's so big"

He grabbed the kid's buns harder and penetrated more of his organ into him, slowly gliding his cock in and out enjoying the view of the cute little butt with his pipe protruding from the tight hole.

Just as Gordon was getting used to his cock inside him, he picked up the pace to really show him what anal coitus was like. The bed began to shake and Gordon's necklace swung back and forth everytime he shoved his penis inside his narrow rectum.

"UHhh Uhhh Uhhh uhhhh uhhhh how long does it last?" Gordon demanded.

"Ohhh a little while longer.." Wesley moaned.

He tried inserting all of his four inches inside the boy's tiny ass, but the lad was too small and his tiny hole couldn't take his last inch. Dumbfounded, he started to sodomise him as hard as he could.

Gordon let go of his buns and gripped the bed covers.

"Ouchhh aowooww slower! go slower!" he screamed.

Much too overcome with lust, Wesley continued pumping his little ass. He sensed that the boy had changed his mind, he wanted to get up.

"Oh yeah... oh yeah it's gonna be over soon Gordon. ohhhh" he hissed, pushing back the kid on the bed. He fucked him faster and harder getting the rhythm to go his way. But there was nothing he could do or say to convince Gordon how enjoyable this could be. The boy kept struggling to get away and he had to push him down again and again.

"Argggg stop! I don't wanna do it anymore. Arggg" Gordon yelled.

Wesley became nervous and pushed the boy's head in the mattress to muffle his screams. What if Sir Mitchell heard him and discovered he was fucking his son? He would probably kill him.

For a second, he pondered about what the three months on the streets had done to his mind, turned him into a monster.

He considered climaxing right away but since the child didn't behave, he decided to buttslam him another ten minutes. Letting him really feel his hard cock brush against his intestines.

After a while, Gordon stopped squirming. He wiggled his little behind indicating he might start to enjoy it.

Wesley orgasmed with a few savage thrusts and shot torrents of hot spunk in his young ass. Gordon sighed, finally delivered from the pain as the turgid penis soften inside his rectum. It popped out on its own.

Wesley leaned to kiss and comfort the sweaty boy. He parted his asscheeks to examine his work and grinned at the gaping butthole.

The next morning, Wesley smeared some lotion on his thobbing little dick and started looking for Glenn. It was early and he knew only him and the twin boys would be awake. His lubed prick was hurting in his shorts, but he wanted to be ready. Hard and oiled for the kid.

All night, his dreams had been filled with the images of Glenn's little bum and his hard cock slamming between his tanned buttocks. Several times, he had to control himself and not jack off.

He found Gordon playing in the hallway and the thought of doing him again flashed through his mind. But he wasn't innocent anymore and all along his plan was to deflower his twin brother. At least, now he knew Glenn was alone somewhere in the house and the thought aroused him almost to the brink of orgasm.

His heart was beating fast. The thrill of the chase was as exciting as the sex. Maybe his twin had told him to watch out for him?

No. Gordon wasn't in his room. Nor in the playroom. Nor outside. Where the hell was he hiding? The lad's absence was starting to exasperate Wesley. Damn he was gonna get it.

In a desperate attempt, he tried the kitchen. Glenn was playing on the floor next to a group of servants preparing the morning's breakfast. The eight-year-old was still in his white nightgown. The piece of cloth was clinging to every curb of his little body.

'There you are little fuck' he said to myself. Glenn kept wiggling on the floor, moving his wooden toys, showing him every angle of his small body, almost teasing him. He wanted to jump on him and fuck him right there in front of everybody, drool all over him.

In his mind he was assraping Glenn and the servants were cheering him on. "Finally someone is teaching Master Glenn a good lesson!" they yelled. "That's it make him squeal!"

The boy stood up abruptly and Wesley hid behind the doorway. Glenn grabbed his ass and ran away. From a distance, Wes followed him. Stalking his every move. Like a deer, Glenn ran in the hallways, almost flying, until he reached the water closet and slammed the door behind him.

He needed to take a crap! Perfect, the twelve-year-old thought. This time he would be able to shove all of his four inches inside, unlike the day before with his twin brother. He waited until Glenn was finished, hoping he would wipe his little rear end properly.

"Hi Glenn." he said as the imp opened the door. "Come with me, I have a new game to show you!"

The boy smiled and followed him innocently to his room, the farthest of all of them. Wesley closed the door behind and sat the kid on the bed.

"We're gonna play 'prisoner'."

He turned him around and tied his hands with a piece of cloth. Glenn giggled hysterically, ready to play the new game. My god, he was as naive as his twin brother! Wes shook his head.

"Now close your eyes! I have a surprise!" he grinned.

Glenn chuckled and shut his little eyes. Wesley undressed quickly, almost ripping the shirt from his back. In a matter of seconds he was naked except for his plaid socks.

He walked slowly over to the bed, his hard boydick wagging between my legs. "Don't open your eyes yet!". He clenched the child's ankle and pushed them back to his head, rolling him into a ball. Glenn's nightgown slipped to his stomach revealing his tanned lower body. He hoisted his body over the boy's and pinned his knees to the bed. His small buttocks were parted in that position, the tiny coveted pink hole right in between.

"What are you doing?" Glenn squirmed as he opened his eyes. He looked at the older boy's glistening hairless hard cock and realized immediatly where it was headed.

Wesley lowered his hips slightly until his penis was in the crack of his butt then looked at the face of the frightened boy. "I'm gonna stick it in you! You're gonna like it!" he muttered.

"Nooo. Please Wes... I don't wanna play anymore."

Wesley smiled. The boy could not move an inch. He was gonna deflower his second virgin in two days!

Even though Glenn was sobbing and anguished, he didn't react. It was like he had been taken over by a lustful beast. He wanted to comfort Glenn, tell him how great it was when he was fucked in the ass but at the same time, he wanted him to feel how much stronger and powerful than him he was.

With his hands full from holding the boy's legs, all he could do was take aim and try to penetrate his stiff rod in the boy's bottom without his hands. Glenn's breathings got heavier as his young penis touched his anus and slipped off his tanned little behind.

He could see this was torture for the kid. He locked his eyes on his face and finally managed to push his swollen glans in the tight hole.

"OWWWWWWWWW it hurts! OWWWWW" Glenn screamed.

"Shhhh" snapped Wesley. His cock was enlarging the kid's anal ring now. He felt like he was entering the neck of a bottle. His head popped in the empty rectum and he forced all his four inches inside until his hips were resting on Glenn's little brown ass.

"UHhh OWWWWWWW" the child screamed again.

"Shut up! or I'll beat you up too!"

Glenn raised his head all teary eyed and couldn't believe that the entire prick was inside him just below his small testicles.

"You see!" Wesley said with a wicked smile. "It fits right in!"

He raised his hips until his knob was almost out of his asshole and shoved it inside again. The kid was much more fun to fuck than his brother and he decided to start slowly, to savour his tight little asshole.

"Uhhhh uhhhhhhhh uhhhhhhh" cried Glenn. He closed his eyes and opened them repeatedly, probably praying this was only a bad dream.

For the first time in his life, Wesley had complete control. He raised his hips again and gave a few quick jabs in the boy's ass. The kid's wails were flattering to his raging hormones and he began to sodomise him with all his might.

His entire prick was invading the boy's backside, moving in and out steadily. Glenn's little face was inches from his and he could see all the new feelings he was putting him through. A mix of pain, pleasure and fear. "Uhhh fuck uhhhh it's so good uhhh uhhhh your ass is great! uhh" he moaned.

He literally bounced on the boy's body, driving his cock deep inside his empty passage. Glenn shook his head from side to side with each vigorous thrust of his young penis.

The kid's virgin ass was too tight and Wesley had to stop many times, his pecker anchored in the warm cavern. When the tingly jolts of pre-orgasm had faded away, he could work on the eight-year-old's behind with the same lust.

His balls were heavy now. He kissed the boy's sweaty forehead and began ramming his hard dick like it was his last buttfuck. The bed creaked and Glenn cried. The skin of his asshole was stretched all around his rod as it sped up.

Suddenly, the level of stimulation peaked. He groaned and shot a creamy load inside the boy's butt just as he was pulling out his dick. The second gush of semen flew from his red knob and splashed Glenn's boyish face. His young body twitched and he came again hitting his brownish nipples with his burning sperm.

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