TIMMY GETS HIS REWARD

By Shaun Desalle and DannyR  (MM/b, oral, anal, incest)
Copyright 2010.  All rights reserved.

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DISCLAIMER:  Some folks apparently have trouble distinguishing between fantasy and reality.  This story is a fantasy.  It didnt happen.  Never will.  And anyone who attempts to do in real life all or any of the things depicted in the story needs to be hanged, then drawn and quartered, and then turned over to the cops for the harshest penalties the law allows. After that, well, hopefully everything Law and Order and the news say is true about child molesters in prison, is really true.  Now that were clear on whats what, and whats not, read on.

TIMMY GETS HIS REWARD

Characters:

Timothy Murphy (5)
John Murphy (Timmy's father, 35)
Kyle (cashier at the toy store, 36)


John glared at the contracts on his desk.  Christ, he was a partner now, for fucks sake.  He was entitled to take some time off once in a fucking while, come home early to see his son, who hadnt seen much of his daddy for almost two months what with the Meriwether-Gerhardt GmbH merger and all those trips to Berlin, London, New York and even Johannesburg.  He sighed.  Early day or not, his assistant James was right.  The papers would have to be reviewed before the video conference tomorrow morning.  But not right then.  He stripped off, leaving a trail of clothes as he made his way to the bathroom, smiling briefly at not having someone to yell at him for his slovenly ways.  The bitch was long gone, working on husband three now, hopefully regretting her decision to leave for someone older and wealthier, considering what John had accomplished since she left, and what the media was reporting about the merger.  Except that it was a twelve million dollar bonus, not five.

He stepped out of the shower, dried himself, grabbed a light robe, belted it loosely as he padded down to the kitchen.  He looked at the clock.  Yeah, enough time for a beer.  Another quick grin at the fact everyone thought he was a wine connoisseur, when he was basically a blue-collar Mick at heart who loved beer.  In almost-frozen bottles.  He pulled one out of the special beer refrigerator hed had installed when he and his boy moved in the year after the cunt left them, popped the top of the Bud, sat down and took a long, long swallow.  Damn if that wasnt the pause that really refreshed. He lifted the bottle for another swallow when he heard the front door bang open.

Kitchen! he called out.

The galloping herd of wildebeests known as Timothy John Murphy, age five but smart enough to be in first grade, came pounding down the halls and through the door, preceded by a steadily-louder, police get the fuck out of the way siren on your bumper sound of Daddy!  Daddy!  DADDY!  The herd rounded the long table and skidded to a halt before his slightly-spread legs.

Timmy waved the now somewhat crumpled piece of paper at his daddy.  I got straight As!  He looked down at the report card then up at his daddys smiling face.  See?  I got an A in math, and an A in English, and an A in penmanship, and an A in gym....

With each grade mentioned, he moved closer and closer to John, until the paper was almost touching his face, and John moved his legs a little wider so Timmy was between his knees.

John knew this was a big day for Timmy.  His very first report card in his new school.  Although John had gone to public school all his life, well, he assumed that was so about his early life, since he didnt remember anything about his first ten years when he woke up after the drunk driver killed his mom and dad and almost killed him. The public school nearby lacked the resources and qualified teachers for someone as bright as his boy, so John had transferred Timmy to Hamilton Academy, an all boys private school located in the heart of the city next to Hamilton Park.  Hed checked the place out, and it had rigid educational standards, so he knew the school would be tough, but he also knew that Timmy could handle it. 

Great job, champ! John congratulated his son, wrapping his arms around Timmy and lifting him onto his lap. He leaned down and kissed Timmys forehead and tousled his hair. He was feeling especially proud of his son. Good looks and brains. Must run in the family! John mused to himself.

After admiring the report card, John felt his left leg start to go a little numb.  Although Timmy was on the short side for his age, just 40 inches, he was also a little on the heavy side at 53 pounds.  As he shifted his son, John felt the right side of his robe slip off his thigh.  Feeling slightly embarrassed, John moved to tug it back into place, but Timmys curiosity, never quiet for more than a nanosecond or so, was already piqued.
 
Whats that, daddy?  Is that your dick? Timmy asked, staring intently at the three thickly veined soft inches of daddy meat. 

Timmy!  Where did you learn that word? John moved Timmy off his lap and stood up, alarmed.  And forgetting that even though the belt was still tied, the robe had pulled apart, making a nice vertical frame for the daddy cock.  The same cock Timmy was still staring at.

Mr. Fisher told us in health class! He says thatsthats what it is! Timmy stammered, looking up at his tall daddy, then immediately down again at what he was most interested in. 

Wow, yours is really big, daddy! Mines this small. Timmy dropped his backpack, his report cardand his pants. While John was still opening his mouth to say something, anything, Timmy inserted his thumbs in the front of his briefs, pulled down, and hooked his underwear under his bare boy balls, his tiny cock jutting out.  His tiny stiff  little cock.

Mr. Fisher says all boys have dicks. Timmy was holding on to his cock, displaying it proudly for his dad.  And all girls have pussies.  He smiled with pride at his erudition.

Well, yes um but John was feeling embarrassed and a little torn. On the one hand, he wanted to teach his son proper modesty, to make Timmy understand it wasnt okay to drop trou and flash his dick and balls whenever he felt like it. 

On the other hand, he was excited.  Or heading that way.  His dick was plumping up.

After the slut left them, John hadnt dated.  He was too busy trying to get that partnership, and still manage to be a good dad.  His only sexual release occurred during the occasional jack-off sessions in his den, with the door locked and porn playing on the TV. Initially, his tastes were pretty vanilla: videos of eighteen year old girls getting fucked by their teacher or by their dads poker buddies. When that started to get boring hed shifted to bi-sex porn.  He found he enjoyed the rare videos where the men got a bit rough, and suddenly realized he was really paying more attention to the two men than to the woman getting her holes filled.  Which led him to a couple of gay Web sites where $20 to $30 a month got him plenty of downloads, especially the gang bang ones.  He especially liked the ones where the 18+ models actually looked young enough so he could imagine them being in their young teens getting group-fucked by some nine inch dicks.  When he was finally ready to cum, he usually paused at the end of the rape scene, with thick cum oozing out of the raped pussy.  That sent him over.

Over time, though, his tastes evolved.  Or maybe devolved.  

He found some erotic story archives.  Started reading pedo and incest stories. He became hooked on stories of men fucking thirteen year olds, clicking on the stories of kids getting banged in the department store bathroom or getting fucked by their grandpas. When he grew bored he moved on to stories of dads fucking their ten year olds at the local YMCA or a group of studs gang-raping a six year old on a picnic table in the woods. He knew, finally and without a doubt, that he was a pedophile. He wanted to fuck a little kids ass.  He wanted to feel his thick hard meat forcing its way into little boy cunt.  He wanted to pound that tight pussy while the boy begged him to stop.

But he was too scared to make it happen.  Even though almost every little boy he saw, especially if they were half-naked in a park, playing with their daddies (or sometimes in his fevered imagination, their pimps), or standing beside him in one of those crowded theatre bathrooms so that a casual glance to the side and down might catch him a view of little boy meat spewing out piss, got his cock twitching and his mind working overtime to create those hot boy fuck images.

Yeah, he got off great on those movie-in-the-mind images, just fantasizing, or creating the images from a hot pedo boy fuck story.  But he finally realized he had to get the film version.

It took a while, because these days you had to be fucking goddamn careful if you were after boy pedo porn.  Especially the kind he wanted:  the nastier the better.  After dancing around the issue for weeks, a porn store clerk admitted he had a friend who had a friend who ran an underground kiddy video operation.  Including some rough stuff.  How rough the guy wouldnt say, and he said he couldnt get sample pics.  Too dangerous.  John would just have to take the clerks word for it that the DVD would be fucking pedo rape hot.  John turned over $750 to special order a video called The Masterfuckers.  The picture on the display showed a well-muscled, hung, white man in a sling getting fisted and fucked by several black men.

A couple of days later, as instructed, he went back to the adult bookstore.  He later learned that the store had indeed special-ordered that video.  Except that when it arrived, the disk was destroyed and replaced with the one John had ordered, sight unseen.  A post-it on the disk said Father Knows Best, scrawled in neat, precise handwriting. 

The store clerk offered to let him use the DVD player in the office to check it out.  He was a pretty decent cocksucker (as John knew from experience), but John turned down the offer of a blowjob while he watched the video.  If the film was anything like he hoped, dreamed, he needed his first jackoff session with it to be private.

He didnt quite break any traffic laws getting back to the house, but a couple of times it was a very near thing.  And then he had had to wait, somehow managing to keep his cock mostly soft and not in a noticeably stiff state until he could get young Timmy in bed, and finally head down the stairs to his den, letting his aching meat get steel hard. Precum leaked steadily, staining his briefs, seeping through to his dress slacks.

John walked down the stairs to his den, his dick hard as a rock. The precum collected at the tip, staining his briefs, his cock throbbing in anticipation. He popped the DVD in. He knew this was an incest pedo flick by the looks of the initial scenes: The dad is well-built, tall, with muscles stretching his tight t-shirt. The boy is 5 with a juicy bubble butt and swelling, chapped lips. The boy is scared and clings to his daddy as they walk through a dark but full parking lot. Daddy reassures his boy that hell have a good time as they walk towards a warehouse up to a dark entrance. Thats when the action began. 

Daddy takes his boy to the basement of the warehouse. As they walk down the stairs, daddy strips his boy to a pair of skimpy, Batman underwear. Daddys own cock is growing, outlined nicely in his tight Wranglers. Daddy pauses at a door with KEEP OUT spray painted on it. Before he walks in, he gets a sex-crazed look on his face and roughly rips the underwear off the boy, eliciting a loud howl. Daddy backhands his son - to shut him up - sending the boy to the floor. While the boy struggles to get up, Daddy pushes his pants down and takes his shirt off, calling his son a whore, a kiddie faggot. He warns his boy that hes about to get royally raped; that 20 men are behind the door, waiting to fuck the shit out of his boy cunt. The boy is whimpering (a good actor!) and puts his hand to his ass. Daddy pounds on the door and shouts, in a gruff voice, Open up! FUCK MEATS HERE! The door swings open to a group of muscled men, naked and stroking their huge cocks.

The boy is dragged to a mattress and for the next hour, 20 men with big, greasy dicks pound the shit out his ass and throat. There are no pauses and no breaks: the boy always has two cocks shoved inside his tiny body. One cock stretching the kids lips wide and another stretching his ass open. At one point, two men  one of them a Navy Seal- attempted to double-dick his boy cunt. Even though his hole was lubed with five loads of cum, they still couldnt get more than two inches up his ass. Frustrated, the Navy Seal grabbed the boy by the hair (the kid howling), slammed him against the wall and raped his ass while the others shouted POUND HIM! POUND THAT KIDDIE CUNT! The Navy Seals ass clenched tight as he slammed eight inches of fuck meat into the helpless body. 

Still impaling the young boy on his Navy meat, the Seal turned around so the other rapists could get a good look, and so could the depraved viewers who would later be watching and jacking to the vid.  The camera did a close up of the boys face, cum and spit running down to his pert kiddie tits.  Thats when John realized that the kid wasnt acting; this was a fucking real goddamned boy rape.  The boys screams, his voice nearly gone after an hour, screams that came out when his mouth wasnt plugged up with the Seals fist, accompanied the first time by a low-voiced, vicious, Bite my hand, cunt, and Ill punch your fucking teeth out, nearly sent John over the edge.  But he held back, watching the rape go on and on, the Seal pounding the boys pussy, twisting the kids tits while the boy writhed on his skewering cock.

Meanwhile, daddys face was twisted into a nasty grin. He was jerking himself off with another mans fuck-slime as his lube, finally shooting his load when the Navy Seal thrust his dick up the boys ass and spurted out a pint of fuckslop. By the time the credits rolled, the boy was covered in fuck sauce, his ass gaping red and his lips frosted in cum. As the men left, Daddy wiped off his son with a greasy towel and carried him back to the car. Daddy told the boy he was proud of him and fingered his ass on the way home, the boy obviously uncomfortable with the finger-raping he was getting in the car. The boy cried until they reached their driveway, the car rolling up to the garage as the producers name flashed in white. 

As John stood in front of his half-naked son, this was the image that flashed through his mind and it made him hard as hell. As Johns cock grew to its full ten inches, Timmys eyes grew wider and wider. Johns mind was racing partly from the flashback to the video and partly from the fact that he wanted to pounce on his son. To experience what he saw on film. John knew he could easily support a  $750-a-video habit.  Fuck, when the bonus came in he could buy a thousand of the goddamned things, two thousand and not feel it.  But that wasnt the point.  The point was he had the prize in front of his eyes. A fuckable, sexy boy with an ass begging to be raped. Never mind it was his son, which made it even hotter. He knew he had to make it happen starting today. He smiled, snickering to himself. He knew he had to initiate Timmy to the world of rough, boundless sex. But, he knew he couldnt do it alone. He needed help. And he knew exactly who to call: Kyle, his pedo-porn contact. He knew Kyle just got a job at the local Toys R Us, all the better to scout new talent for his boss fuck films. Johns plan was starting to become clear

Timmy, you did well in school! You deserve a reward, son. John stepped forward, his rock hard naked cock just inches from his virgin boys face.  The cute five year old face that was staring so intently at his daddys dick. There was one sure thing to break that concentration.  John used it.  Lets say you and I head over to the toy store. You can pick out anything you want!  
 
REALLY?! Timmy was clearly excited. Obviously, the issue of daddys really big dick was going to take second place to a toy.  At least for now.

Yes, son. Run on up to your room, get cleaned up, and come back down here. Its kind of warm, so you can wear your Batman shorts and your Batman t-shirt. The boy raced off.

John snickered to himself, his cock jerking in excitement. He walked up to his own bedroom and pulled on a pair of jeans. It was hard getting his cock to stay inside his pants. In his mind, he had Timmy pressed against his den wall, his dick spearing into his ass. This was going to be an interesting afternoon

*************

Kyle took the job at Toy R Us on orders from his boss Chuck who ran a nation-wide pedo-porn ring, trafficking the nastiest kiddie fuck flicks Kyle had ever seen. Chuck had a gaggle of men working for him, recruiting fresh fuck meat from playgrounds, toy stores, and elementary schools across the country. Kyle was one of his savviest recruiters and often signed the hottest boys and the cruelest, hunkiest pedos for taping sessions. Two weeks ago, Chuck suggested Kyle start applying for jobs at toy stores near Chicago and start scoping out dads and sons that would be willing to appear in a gang-rape fuck flick he was scripting. He was looking for a muscle daddy and a young, skinny kid, somewhere between 4 to 8 years old. The kid, Chuck emphasized, had to like it rough. He winked, suggesting Kyle try the boy out before bringing him to the film set. He wanted the gang-rape to be wild. His hottest, nastiest pedo flick yet. Kyle knew Chuck was raising the bar and staking his claim on the kiddie fuck film market.

Kyle sat drumming his fingers across the cash counter when John and Timmy walked in. He immediately perked up. John ushered Timmy through the automatic doors, six feet of muscle followed by three and a half feet of delicious fuck meat. Kyle followed Johns handsome almost militaristic face and dark eyes, down to his pecs with the nipples poking out of the t-shirt, and finally to the obviously hard and huge dick swelling in his jeans. He then shifted his eyes to Timmy. A skinny kid, but he had a nice bubble butt. It took everything in Kyle not to unzip, walk over to Timmy, shove him up against the cash counter, and rape the shit out the kid. Kyle and Johns eyes met, both winking at each other.

Welcome to Toys R Us! May I help you with anything? Kyle pretended not to know John. He had to be careful with security cameras filming their every move. Earlier, John sent him a text message indicating he was bringing his son along for an audition. 

Kyle had been surprised.  He knew John liked pedo porn since his first purchase had been made by Chuck.  So had his second, the one with a couple of nigger thugs raping a 9 year old white boy. He knew how persuasive John was, since hed managed to follow an almost invisible trail that led from the store clerk to Kyle.  He also knew that the idea of being in one of Chucks gangbang-a-boy flicks was a turn on for John, though he was naturally concerned about the risks to his career, and, fuck, to his freedom. But he had never expected to learn John was raping his own son. Although, fuck, he wasnt going to turn a free fuck down.

My kiddo here got straight As and now he needs a reward. John looked down to Kyles jeans and noticed his cock was also at full mast  seven inches of rock hard steel. He didnt blame Kyle. He knew his son inspired the same thoughts in his pedo-friend as it did in him. And Kyle wasnt bad looking. Obviously a nice cock framed between a pair of thickly muscled thighs. His body was buff but didnt scream gym rat. He had a thick five oclock shadow and a perverted grin on his face.

Well, weve got a lot of toys, sir. What was your son looking for? Kyle was playing along with John. He walked up to dad and son, his package at eye level with Timmy.

Daddy! Look! Hes got a big one, too! Just like you! See, I told you everyone has one. Timmy was pointing directly at Kyles hard on. Luckily, the store was all but abandoned. Most of the kids that usually loitered around the video games were middle-schoolers that were still stuck in school.

Why dont you tell the nice man what you want, son. We dont have all the time in the world. John pulled Timmy back on his package and oh-so-subtly began rubbing the back of Timmys head along the ridge of his cock. Kyles eyes were fixated on Timmy.

I dont know, daddy. Legos? No, wait! An Ugly Doll! Um  I dont know Timmy looked pensive, ignoring the bulging sack his daddy was pushing onto the back of his head. Kyle took this as an opportunity to usher Timmy and his dad out of the cameras eye. 

Why dont we head to the back rows? Thats where we keep our special toys! A lot of boys dont get to see these toys up close. Kyle waved his hand at Timmy and John, beckoning them to follow him towards the back of the store. 

They rounded a corner and came to a dark aisle near the mens room. Kyle walked towards the end of the row. There were hula hoops, beach balls, rubber paddles, and a whole pile of other toys that have been superseded by Game Boys and Internet games. Kyle turned around and saw Timmys face drop. He knew hula hoops werent what the kid had in mind. 

I see a special toy for you, Timmy. Kyle smiled, a perverted sneer on his face, but his eyes were really on John.  Who nodded.  Fucking green light! 

I I dont see anything that I want. Daddy? Timmy turned around to see his dad facing the outside of the row, his back to his son and Kyle. Timmy was confused. He couldnt understand why his dad wasnt paying attention to him. He turned around and saw Kyle undoing his belt. He snapped the top button open on his jeans and slid his zipper down slowly. Timmy stood there mesmerized.

At this point, Kyles head was racing with questions. Should he just shove his cock in Timmys mouth in one swoop? He liked it when the boys choked on his cock, the spit building up around the base of his prick and collecting in his pubes. He liked it when their fists pounded at his thighs as they struggled to accommodate his cock in their throats. Or should he rip the clothes off Timmy and fuck him face down on the floor? He always had spare clothes in the back room for extra-rough rapings when shirts, pants and underwear were inevitably left in tatters. With the store empty, he could afford a couple of muffled screams from Timmy. Maybe even a real scream, though hed have to edit the security tapes. Fortunately Chuck had taught him just how to do that. He wanted Timmy to fight back. The mental image of Timmy whimpering and sobbing as he was roughly fucked by Kyles dick was too much.

He walked over to the stunned boy, squatted, hooked his finger on the collar of Timmys Batman shirt and pulled down a little.  Kyle took one look around to make sure the store was still empty, that John was still acting as look out. He looked straight at trembling Timmy. Im going to fuck the shit out of you, kid.

He pulled the boy closer and ripped open his shirt. 

DADDDDDDDDDDYYYYY!!! Timmy wailed as loud as he could, turning Kyle on even more. 

DADDY! HELP! DAD! DDDDDDDDDDAAAAAAAAAD! Timmy was hysterical, fighting Kyle as he grabbed the waistband of Timmys Batman shorts and ripped them off his tiny frame. 

John was delighting in the screams. His cock was bulging obscenely, his massive meat a fat ridge down the right leg of his jeans. He stroked the mushroom tip through the fabric, precum oozing out of the piss slit. 

At this point, Timmy was completely naked. Kyle held onto his wrists with both hands and realized this particular rape could have done with a little better planning.  Kind of hard to get your cock and balls out while controlling a terrified kid. 

Hey, John, hold on to your kid while I get more comfortable. John walked over to his son. He looked down as his boy stood, shaking. 

Daddy? Timmy squeaked, a full sob escaping. He started to cry. As his son stood naked and crying, all of Johns paternal tenderness escaped him, overtaken by an intense need to fuck him. He grabbed Timmys wrists and held on to them tight. After daddys friend is done with you, Im gonna rape you too, baby. Its time you start helping daddy get what he wants.

Kyle was fully naked at this point, clothes scattered on the stores floor. Six feet of solid muscle and a dusting of hair all over, he was made for fucking. His thick, seven inch cock and full ass, a solid chest, and an eight-pack tapering off to a treasure trail of thick pubes Kyle fished around in his jean pockets until he pulled out a tube of lube. He squirted some on his cock and greased his fuckstick, mixing the lube with precum on the tip of his cock. 

He squirted out more on two of his fingers and dropped to his knees. John forced his naked boy to turn around, his eyes looking right at his daddys jeans staining hardon.  Kyle brought his greasy fingers to Timmys ass. Lets get you good and ready. Gotta take this cock, kiddo. He circled his fingers around Timmys ass, which was clenched tight. 

Relax it, kid, he coaxed. 

Timmy squeezed tight, screaming out NO! DADDY, MAKE HIM STOP.
 
John was deaf to his boys screams.  He turned his head to keep a lookout for anyone heading in their direction.  Like cops drawn by the wails of a little boy being raped. But he knew that in seconds he wouldnt be looking out, hed be looking in, at his boys cherry getting ripped open.

I SAID FUCKING RELAX IT! Kyle was getting impatient. He shoved his fingers up Timmys ass. Timmys eyes went wide. The boy sucked in a deep breath of air and tried to scream. But nothing came out. 

Kyle started shoving his fingers in hard. He was overtaken by the nastiness of what was going on. The kids ass completely relaxed around his fingers. His face had an astonished look on it but he didnt scream.

Tight fucking cunt! Kyle spit out the words with each thrust of his fingers.

He pulled out, reached around and shoved his fingers into Timmys mouth, causing the boy to gag. Timmy still didnt say anything, just coughed up some spit that dropped on the floor.

Kyle grabbed Timmy by the waist and bent him forward, John helping by crouching and pulling his sons trapped arms down so the boy had no choice. Kyle cleared his throat and collected a glob of spit in his mouth. He spit the glob onto his cock and smeared it all around the tip. He moved up, and in one, quick motion, buried his fuck meat up Timmys ass.

For the first time since the actual raping began, Timmy made a sound, screaming at the top of his lungs. DAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDDDYYYYYYYY SAVE ME! Kyle looked over the boys struggling body at John, who was paying no attention to anything but the rape. Kyle smirked. Being a lookout couldnt compare to looking at his little boy lose his cherry to a rapist.

 Shut him the fuck up Kyle rasped at John, as the boy inhaled to scream again. Kyle squeezed his waist hard and shook him. All that came out was gasp. The only solution was to plug up his mouth. And the only thing available was Johns cock. John stood up, unzipped and pushed his jeans to the floor with a speed and efficiency that made it seem hed been helping rape little boys for years, and he had, in his head, dropped to his knees, grabbed his boys head and shoved his cock into his sons mouth. Kyle started bucking his hips, pounding the boys hole, his balls making slapping sounds against the kids meaty ass. John was shoving his dick as far as it could go, the spit dribbling out of Timmys mouth. He was leaning in, feeling his kids lips stretch around his cock, watching his pedo-friend fuck the shit out of his boy.

Yeah, Kyle  he loves it rough. Rape the shit out of my boy! Kyles hands were imprinted on the boys sensitive skin. And he didnt relent. He kept pile-driving into the boy. Timmy, realizing that his daddy and the stranger behind him were going to keep fucking him no matter how hard he fought, gave in. He was even starting to enjoy the feeling of Kyles thick cock stuffed up his ass.  

At this point, they heard the automatic doors slide open way in front of the store. Alarmed, they pulled their cocks out. Kyle grabbed Timmy by the hair, forcing him up and then over to the restroom. John yanked his jeans up so he could walk, holding them with one hand while he grabbed up the strewn clothes, and followed the pair into the toilet. Kyle locked the door and re-lubed his cock. Need some grease to get my fuckstick back in his tight cunt, eh? he said, looking at John. 

Lets pound this kid. They decided to make it a little rougher for the boy. They grabbed Timmy and shoved him into the handicap stall. There, Kyle positioned Timmys hands on either side of the toilet seat and shoved his greasy fuckmeat back into the boy. He started drilling his ass even harder. Timmys face was down towards the toilet bowl and each time he groaned, an echo would come back up and turn on Kyle even more. Kyle started slapping Timmys ass until it was bright red. John jerked off watching the scene.
 
Both men kept pumping until they were ready to shoot.  As much as he liked kid cunt, Kyle wanted the frightened little boy to see his rapists dick sliming him for the very first time.  He yanked his meat out of the raw little pussy, grabbed the boy by the hair again, spun him around and forced him to his knees.  Still holding Timmys hair in a painful grip, Kyle bent over to get closer, slapped his greasy prick against the boys plump cheeks, hard enough to hurt both cock and cheek.  Open your mouth, you little faggot cum dump.  Open your fucking mouth!

Timmy cried out again, which set Kyle off, his hand a blur as he pumped his cock, shooting a load across Timmys cheeks and shooting a second load right into the boys mouth. Kyles fuck sauce plastered his face and dribbled down to Timmys nipple.

Shaken, frightened, Timmy looked up from his tormentor at his daddy.  Daddy would hug him, and hold him, and tell him everything would be all right.  His daddy would make it so.

His daddy grabbed Timmy by the hair, too, pulling him to his feet, turned him around and shoved him against the wall.  It was Johns turn to be on his knees, one hand holding his precious new cum dump still. 

I wanna breed my bitch. I wanna hear this kiddie cunt scream when I shoot a load up his ass, John growled.  He grabbed his cock by the base and shoved it up his precious boys pussy in one fell swoop. 

Timmy roared. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Christ that was such a fucking turn on he knew he wasnt going to last long. The boys struggling and his tiny ass stretching around his daddys cock, his panting and wailing, were too much. John shot what must have been a pint of fuck sauce up his boys ass. When he pulled out, his sons ass made a lewd slurping sound as thick cum trickled out of the gaping boy pussy.

We gotta get this boy cleaned up. Kyle started unrolling some toilet paper but John had a better idea. He grabbed Timmys head, the boy dazed and, at this point, no longer struggling. He shoved his precious, well-raped Timmys face into the toilet and kept shoving. Timmy started screaming again when his head was raised, in between loud gasps for air, but John didnt care. His dick was getting hard again. Timmys face was free from cum but he wasnt free from his rapists. John stuck his cock back into his boys mouth. Suck me clean, slut.  Timmy spent the next five minutes cleaning his tormentors cocks, and swallowing down the cum that the men scooped from his body and shoved down his mouth.

When they were dressed, Kyle and John took a look at Timmy. The boy was completely fucked. His lips were red and chapped and he could barely walk. But, he looked strangely contented.

Did you like that Timmy? Did you like it when we raped the fuck out of you? Kyle asked, rubbing the boys cheek. Although Timmy didnt understand all of what Kyle was asking, he had a clue.

And didnt have a clue on how to answer.  His daddy had betrayed him.  Watched the mean man stick his big dick in Timmys bottom hole.  Laughed and urged the man on while he hurt Timmy.  Helped the man to rape his own little boy.  And when the man was done, his daddy had raped him, too.  He hated his daddy for that.

But...his dickie had gotten hard.

Was he really a cum slut like they said?  No.  He couldnt be.

I...I dunno, Timmy answered.  He looked at his daddy, who was smiling down at him.  It wasnt the smile he was used to.  It looked more like that big shark on the TV.

Would you like to be in a movie and do the same thing but with a lot more men? Kyle asked the boy.

Be in a movie where men put their big dicks in his holes?  Hurt him again?  No!

Timmy shook his head violently.  Looked up his daddy, his eyes pleading for daddy to tell the mean man no, to say it wasnt going to happen.

That didnt happen.

Perfect.  Kyles cock twitched.  Goddamn but Chuck ought to give him a bonus for this.  The kid wasnt going to be acting when they gang raped him.  Hey John, youll be getting a call from me. Were going to make this kid a star. A pedo porn prince! Kyle was laughing as he handed John a card with a phone number.

Next week, bring him to the old Peoria Packing warehouse near Fulton Market St. Were gonna gang rape this kid. John took the card and walked Timmy back outside. Things were going to get a lot more interesting


