THIS TRINITY PROTECTS AND SERVES
Incest Tales 10

By DannyR  (MMMM/b, t/t, oral, anal, incest, extreme pedo)
Copyright 2008-2011.  All rights reserved.


Authors Reminder:  Dont forget that inquiring authors want to know -- what did you think?  So when youre done, put your fingers to a  dried-off, cleaned-up keyboard and start by typing:  dr_harris_81@hotmail.com.

DISCLAIMER:  Some folks apparently have trouble distinguishing between fantasy and reality.  This story is a fantasy.  It didn't 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 we're clear on what's what, and what's not, read on.

SPECIAL NOTE TO JOEY:  If you havent read the thank-you to Joey in Part 1, you ought to.  This pervy long story (90 pages in six parts...so far!) wouldnt have happened without Joeys newly pervalicious mind.  Thanks, guy.

And you really, really, really ought to read Parts 1 and 2 first...this will make a lot more sense.


THIS TRINITY PROTECTS AND SERVES

Part 3.  Sammys New Pedotrician (Checking His Credentials)

My Humpty fucking Dumpty word of the month.  It means what I want it to mean, and Im damned sure any pedo perv will catch on real quick.

His names Trey.  Dr. Trey.  Just that.  No idea if thats a first or last name.  John recommended him.  True, John had busted his own little Daveys cherry when the kid was nine months old, starting him on the road to the cum dump boy slut that he is only six months later.  But even though Sammy is big for his age, like six or seven months development compressed into three, John was a little nervous about going much beyond what wed already done with him.

What had happened in the couple of weeks since I earned my man cunt, and fucked Davey, and sucked John while he fingered little Sammys bottom hole, had been pretty damned hot.  I guess my previously unknown pedo gene was dominant or something, because baby Sammy was taking just fine to everything.

He loved it when one of us would drink his piss, gurgling and cooing while we swallowed it down.  His dad.  John.  Little Davey.  Little Daveys granddads.  Oh, yeah, we were all playing.  He was starting to love piss, too.  He definitely liked the taste of Davey.  Christ, such a hot fucking scene watching an almost sixteen-month old baby boy with his little cocklet in the mouth of my three month old, pissing away, while the boy gulped and gurgled and a lot spilled out and a lot got swallowed, and his tiny dickie got so stiff.  And if he was wet with piss we could pass him around and lick it off of him.  He wasnt as happy about adult piss, its much stronger, but he was learning.  He couldnt be the kind of kid cunt I wanted, fuck, needed him to be, without the right training.  Sometimes wed piss in his bottle and give it to him; sometimes when he was naked in a big plastic container and wed piss on him, one of us would stick a finger in our hot steamy piss as it rained down on him, and then when it was all wet, put it in little Sammys mouth to suck clean.

I guess my pedo gene was next door neighbor to a water sports gene.

Harry doesnt have much of the latter gene, I guess.  But when he walked in on the start of a piss scene with little Davey and Sammy and John and me and got turned on and wanted to join...well, I remembered what Id had to do to earn a fuck in Daveys boy cunt.  I figured it applied here.  Especially since Harry made no bones about how much he disliked cops in general and what a fucking turn on it was for him to breed my pussy before I got my second fuck into Davey.  It was a hard fuck, nothing I couldnt handle, but it, well, pissed me off, or his attitude did...he was still pretty much the arrogant prick John had described to me from the first grandson fuck in the park toilet.

I had my meat out, but hadnt started pissing yet.  John had just started when Harry arrived and I could see how much the thought of pissing such a young boy turned Harry on.  But when he unzipped and hauled his half-hard dong out, and started to aim, I just said, Whoa, Harry.  Arent you forgetting something?

His what? was kind of snappish and annoyed.

I just grinned back.  John, here, is almost pissed out, Harry, so I guess itll have to be mine.

He still wasnt quite catching it.  What the fuck....  And then he did.  And he fucking didnt like it.  But he knew what he had to do.  Quid pro pissing quo.  Okay, okay.

He started to lean over, like he was going to take my meat in his mouth, but I stopped him.  You want to piss on my baby boy, dont you, Harry?  Soak his diaper, drench his skin?  And have him drink yours?

He nodded.  Well, fuck, Harry, then were gonna have to do this right.  On your knees.

He gave me a half-hearted glare.  What about him?  He tilted his head towards his son.  He do this, too?

Cops are good liars.  We have to be.  So I said yes, and John smiled as he finished the last of his piss and shook the final drops off onto my little boy.  The wink that Harry didnt see also said hed do it later.  Which naturally meant I was going to be drinking his piss, too.  Fairs fair and all that crap.  But considering how much Id enjoyed that first taste of my own babys piss, I figured Id just swallow and bear it.

Harry started to unbutton his shirt, but I stopped him again.  Nope, Harry.  Sammys got clothes on... a diaper so you keep yours on as well.  Now, I have to take a wicked piss and I want to get going.

Harry dropped to his knees on the bathroom floorwed been pissing Sammy in the large sinkand leaned forward to take the head and a tiny bit of shaft into his mouth.  I put my hands on the back of his head and pulled him forward so he had all of my prick in his mouth.  Since Im not that big he was able to take it.  I relaxed my muscles and the piss burst out, flowing down his throat, bulging his cheeks as he desperately swallowed.  Goddamn!  It wasnt as fucking hot as I knew it would be when I could do this down my young sons throat, but it was still damned hot.  But there was more to be done, and fortunately, a lot more to do it with.

Hot, bright yellow piss was drooling out Harrys mouth and down on his shirt as he tried unsuccessfully to get it all.  And then I eased my still spewing cock out of his mouth and used his face and chest and fucking hard meat sticking out of his slacks as my urinal.  I finished off by tilting his wet pissy face up, and shoving my meat past his unresisting lips so he could have the pleasure of the last few swallows.

	Still not quite enough payback.  So I held his head tight and fucked his mouth, getting hard in no time at all, and then quickly spewed my spooge.  That he had no trouble with.  Yeah, I knew the payback would have payback, but cops can take it.  Id also get off on it.

Even better than the pissing, of course, was the cumming.  Sammy wasnt all that happy with his first taste of daddys thick juices, but what the fuck and so the fuck what.  He needed to learn, and learn he did.  Sometimes Id cum in his mouth late at night, and then before he swallowed all of it, scoop some out to slick up my fuck finger, and then ease it into his pussy.  Finger fucking him like that usually got me hard again, so Id fuck and jack and shoot on his belly, and smear the stuff around and then lick him clean.  Sammy and I would have cum sessions with just John, or with all three of them, doing the bukkake bit on his little face, and taking turns with the honor and pleasure of licking him clean.  Getting him to lick and suck our knobs and cumming his mouth pussy.  Holding his mouth open while one of us jacked into it.  Laying him on his belly while carefully rubbing our cocks on his plump bottom, between his fat little cheeks until we were moaning and gasping and swearing before cumming on cheeks or right smack dab in his little pink rosebud cunt-in-waiting.  And of course nearly every time Sammy and I were joined by John or the others I was perfecting my own boy-molesting techniques, especially pussy-fucking, with little Davey.

But I wanted more.  Fuck, all four of us wanted more.  And finally, after one fantastic cum with all four men doing his bottom so he looked like his cheeks were covered with thick white icing, I asked John what we were going to do to start getting Sammy ready for his eventual full-on cherry busting.

Which was how I ended up going to meet this doctor.  I was uncertain about doing it, especially when my arrival merely confirmed my memories of patrolling this part of the city.

A pediatrician without an office in a medical building?  Working out of an ancient warehouse?  I sat in the parking lot, staring at the entrance.  A plain door a few feet to the side of a huge door that could allow a tractor-trailer to drive through.  One car near it.  A beat up 83 Ford.  Not exactly the kind of thing to inspire confidence in your doctors ability to earn a good living off of your medical misfortunes.  But still, it was broad daylight.  I was armed.  And maybe just as important, I was intrigued by what John had told me about the doctor.  Or rather, what the doctor had told John, and he relayed to me.
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His name was Trey.  John didnt know if that was his real name, and he was pretty damned vague about how he even met up with the guy in the first place, although he slipped and mentioned something about Hank.

Trey, apparently, was once a real doctor, a local neighborhood doctor who treated all the usual stuff in a family practice, with a regular office in a regular medical building, but not one of the big fancy ones in the big medical buildings near one of the major hospitals (in whatever city that had been, as John either didnt know or wouldnt say).  He had a good, solid reputation; not really visible in the sense of being prominent, but enough to earn him a damned good living.  He was also pedophile with twin cravings, only one of which was satisfied reasonably well (money).  The other cravingfor kid cuntwas not getting satisfied at that point with any degree of regularity.  Although I got the impression as John told me the story, that Trey could have been fucking and using boy cunt 24/7 and even that might not be enough.

His career changed direction, though, some years back, when a very nervous gay father brought his adopted one year old black son in for a checkup, refusing to tell the nurse what it was about, and when the three were finally in an examination room, mumbling something about the boys bottom.  And then sitting there, pale and sweating, while Trey examined Kwazi...whose tiny boy rectum was somewhat raw and inflamed and puffy.  The way kid cunt looked, Trey knew from years of personal experience, when something had been inserted into it without proper preparation.

Trey put on a rubber glove, and made the father hold up his tiny sons plump legs and spread them wide...and watch while he gently eased his forefinger a little way inside.  The little one fussed a bit, but not much.  He eased the finger in and out and around as if he were examining the little pussy, but with his head down he was really observing daddys crotch.  Where a definite hardon was showing.  He did the doctor hmm, hmm thing and then quickly lifted his head to look at the father, who was flushed now, his eyes slightly glazed from watching his baby sons ass being violated by the family doctor.

Does your partner know what youve been doing to your son?

Wha...what?

Trey adopted a blatantly patient, what kind of an idiot do you think I am tone.  Does Frank know youve been putting things into your little boys asshole? What was it? A finger?  A dildo?  Your cock?

Christ, no!

Christ, no, you havent done that?  Or Christ, no, Frank doesnt know?  And please dont choose door number one since I know better.

Daddy, whose name was Ed, collapsed back on the seat next to the exam table, buried his head in his hands.  He looked up, tears streaming down his face, and words began pouring out, but unable to face the stern expression on the doctors face, he looked down again, began pleading with Trey not to tell the police, not to tell Frank, assuring him he couldnt help himself, hed stop doing it, hed get help, it would never happen again, only dont ruin his legal career.

So Ed didnt notice Treys coated finger going back into the little rectum.  And out again.  And in again, only stopping when it was clear Ed was running out of things to say.

What have you had inside him, Ed?

M...my finger.  This...little tiny dildo I bought at the bookstore.

Fucked him yet?

At that Ed looked up in shock, to find his family doctor looking back with an odd expression.  Jesus, doc, no way!

But you want to.

I....

Right now, youd give anything if you could unzip, haul your cock out, scoot your baby boy to the edge of the table, hold his legs up and out again, and fuck your hard white meat into that little black asshole.

I...God, no, doc, Id....

Ed, I can see youve got a hardon.  So unless youre thinking about Frank plowing your hole or sucking him off like the talented bottom youve told me you are, its the little one and what you want to do thats got you stiff and leaking.

Ed surrendered and slumped.  Yeah, doc.  Im just that sick.

Sick enough that the idea of fucking your boy while Im watching is also a turn on?

Another slump.  Another, more deeply embarrassed, look.  I...yeah, I guess.

No reason that shouldnt happen, unless your cock is too big for him.

There was complete silence in the room.  The lawyers panicked tears still streaked his face, but the flush had gone, to be replaced by the paleness of yet another shock.  Trey was enjoying the moment.  Especially rendering one of the citys most notorious trial lawyers speechless.  Ed was uncertain whether to believe the last few minutes, or whether he was lying in a drunken stupor at home fantasizing all this.

How big are you?

I....

Damn, Ed, Ive seen your dick soft when Ive had my finger up your ass checking your prostate, or when youve had a full physical.  So how the hell big are you?  And dont tell me you dont know.  Every fag has measured his dick at least once.

It...its a bit over eight inches.

Well, youre not going to get all of that inside him, at least not today.  How fat?  No, fuck the guessing.  Show me.

The lawyer hesitated.

What?  You want this to be show and tell?  What the fuck.  And with that, with his right forefinger still up the babys asshole, Trey unzipped with his left hand, dipped inside his boxers, and hauled his slender, six and a half inch, slightly mushroom-capped cock out of his pants.  Your turn.

Still stunned, Ed unzipped, hauled out his fat uncut leaking meat. Then his eyes widened as he saw where Treys finger was, and unconsciously began fisting his prick.

That was the point at which Treys new career path came to him and he began lying through his teeth.  Although only about other fathers before Ed.

Damn, Ed, thats an impressive cock.  Only as Im sure youve guessed, its a little big for boy cunt that hasnt been properly prepared.  Of course, some fathers, uncles, grandfathers, dont mind if the boy experiences some, or even a lot, of pain when his cherry gets busted.  They think it helps teach the boy to know his role in life, well, his role while hes young enough to still cause hardons, which is pleasing the men who use him.  But Im pretty sure youre a father who just wants a good boy fuck with his son.  No muss, no fuss, no fighting, just a pliable baby boy cunt that you can use when the mood strikes you.

There was only a moments silence, while Eds mind shifted from lust and images of ramming his long fat dick rapidly in and out of his boys asshole, to actual thinking.  The latter, of course.

Well, there are several techniques Ive perfected... (thought about, jacked off about, never tried) to help other fathers... (a fucking lie) achieve a tight young son cunt ready for use.

Do it.

However, considering the dangers associated with these procedures....

Dangers?

No, no, Ed, not to your boys pussy.  To me, from the law.  Frankly, the reward has to be worth the risk.

Twenty thousand.

The figure was just blurted out, without thought, without even looking away from the finger-filled son cunt.

Ah, thats not my usual fee, Ed.  (Quite true.  Hed never done this before, well, sure, hed fucked little boys before and prepared them for getting molested by an adult male, but hed never been paid for all that fun.)

Forty?

Five.

Done.  Now do it.

Cash.  Tomorrow.

Fine.  Do it.

Trey began to prepare the one year olds black ass for deep penetration.  Thankfully, Ed had been the last patient of the day, and hed told the staff to just leave, and lock the doors.  And then, using Eds little baby son as a near guinea pig, Trey started his illustrious (or illustriously depraved) career of proving that no boy hole is too tiny that something cant be put in it that will help get the rocks off of the man doing the putting.  A career that would prove to even the most skeptical of his future clients just how well even the smallest, tightest boy rectum could become a flexible, adaptable, able to take most dicks in a single thrust, boy pussy, through the proper mixture of manipulation, stimulation, and drugs if necessary, whether stimulants or muscle relaxants or pain killers.

That day was also the start of another, and intimately related, career in subtle blackmail.  True, Trey had pressed the button that began videoing what went on in the exam room, as he often did when he had a little boy to check, and he wanted to look at the images of the naked boy later, and jack off to his fantasies.  Trey had high standards, however.  Or at least...reasonably high standards.  He rarely let the clients know about the videos; he certainly never demanded money other than his fee.

But if Trey had any obsession at all, it was for male cherries, and the proper taking thereof.  Hell, if it was a seventy year old man who was losing his ass or mouth cherry, Trey would be more than willing to take it from him and enjoy every fuck stroke and every shot of cum.  The younger, the better, though.  Naturally.

So Trey worked on the tiny black boy for a while with his father watching closely, nearly drooling over his fantasies, almost as much as both mens cocks, still sticking out of their dress slacks, were drooling on everything they came in contact with as the doctor worked, and the patients father moved around to get the best possible view.  Trey finally decided to go ahead with his second idea.  He slid the two greasy fingers out of the little ones slightly relaxed hole, and sighed.  You know, Ed, I owe you an apology.  I think I may have spoken too soon.  I just dont think I can get your sons ass ready today for that big meat of yours, not with what Im doing.  This is going to take a couple more sessions to get him loosened up enough for you.  Maybe by the weekend if you bring him back every afternoon.

As Trey had hoped, Ed picked up on the with what Im doing remark.  Doc, Im going to fuck something before I leave this room.  And Im pretty damned sure youd enjoy my dick up your ass, but we both know whose ass I really want.  So what is it that might make this work, but isnt happening right now?

Trey faked a hesitancy.  Well, Ed, you know, this isnt purely business.

Shit, doc, given your fucking hardon I can damn well see that.

Yes, of course Im turned on by what Im doing.  Theres not a pedo anywhere in the world, including the two in this room, that wouldnt be hard and dripping.

For just a moment Ed looked like hed been punched in the guts with the use of that word, and then he accepted it as accurate.

So, yes, there is something else that might make it possible, and Ive done it with, well, a grandfather, three fathers, and a much older brother.... (doctors and pedos with an obsession about busting baby boy cherries have to be excellent liars) who were as concerned as you about minimizing the pain and trauma for their little ones.

Shit, man, just spit it the fuck out.

Okay, okay.  Those other men decided it would be better for their little ones to have a smaller cock give the boy his first fuck, and then when hes full of cum, get their own fuck in.

You want my sons cherry.

Not want, precisely, Ed.  Fuck, Im always grateful for any kid cunt I get to plow, virgin or not.  But what Im offering here is a service; a service thats worked out very well for others in situations similar to yours.  But its your call, of course.

Eds meat was so hard it was hurting.  His balls were aching.  No way was he going to be satisfied with just jacking off over the next several days, with or without a dildo or vibrator in his ass since Frank was out of town.  I get him right after you?

Definitely, Ed, definitely.  Of course, Ill have to help you control yourself, because he certainly wont be ready for anywhere near all of your meat, not quite yet, but enough youll cum like youve never cum before.

Do it.

Well, there are still some decisions you need to make.

Jesus, fuck, doc!  What the fuck now?  Eds lust and irritation combined to make a frustrated, angry tone.

Now look, Ed.  Just calm the hell down.  You want this done right, dont you?  You want your little boy to understand his role in your life, his purpose, dont you?  So like the old saying about begin how you mean to go on you have to decide what his first fuck is going to be like.

Okay, okay, yes, I want it right.  But what the fuck are you talking about?

Trey stretched out his left hand and gently took hold of Eds sticky cock, began lightly fondling and stroking it.  Surprisingly, the feeling of the doctors hand on his lawyer dick made Ed a little more relaxed.  No less horny, and no less eager for his first kid cunt fuck, and his very own kid, too, but not quite so tense.

Look, youve already decided you want his cherry busted with as little pain as possible.  Theres still going to be some pain, of course, but his baby cunt is ready...or as ready as its ever going to be.  But whenever... (in the future, since this was the first time) Ive had the privilege of taking a baby boys tight hot little rectum and turning it into a boy cunt, Ive done it the way daddy or granddaddy or whoever intended to do it himself.

Ed was still looking puzzled, but enjoying the feel of a new mans hand on his prick.

What do you plan for him, Ed?  Is he going to be daddys little loving fuck toy, used with soft words and gentle touches?  Is he going to be treated like a slut whore cum dump with his first fuck as near rape as makes no never mind?  Are you going to keep his precious boy pussy for your exclusive use?  Or are you going to pass him around to other men, and get off on them getting off on your boy?  Is he going to be your beloved black son, or a nigger boy ho?

Christ.

Take your time, Ed, take your time.  Kwazi is certainly going to remember his first cunt fuck, so we want the memory to be the right one, dont we?  Not something confusing.  A learning experience that will teach him how hes going to be treated for years to come.

Yeah, yeah.  Sure.  Right.

Ed told Trey later how much his mind was blown away by Treys concerned words.  How he hadnt really thought it all through, nothing beyond getting his nut in boy cunt.  How impressed he was with Treys wisdom and experience.  How his head was whirling while he watched Trey continue to work on his kids cunt some more, giving Ed time to make a decision.

A decision that hed never have thought hed make.  But the idea of other men sliding their dicks into his little boys mouth or ass pussies, while he watched, was so fucking hot.  Not until Kwazi could take every inch of daddy Eds cock in his boy pussy, and most of it down his throat, of course.  He wanted to be sure the boy was well-trained and wouldnt embarrass him, naturally.  And with Frank gone on the oil rig for at least another month, hed have plenty of time.  And plenty of time to figure out a way to see if Frank would join in.  Christ!  Such a hot, hot, hot image of the two daddies fucking their baby...nigger...slut at both ends!

And if he shared his boy, would other daddies share theirs?  He hadnt realized hed said that out loud until Trey reassured him.  If a granddad was going to fuck someone elses young boy, then he had to be willing to share his grandson.  Sometimes, though, Trey had been told, some fuck-daddies got their rocks off on just letting strangers fuck the boy.  God knows there were enough cruising toilets in the city that had their fair share of pedos on the prowl.

Ed looked Trey in the eye.  I want a nigger slut.

Fucking good choice, Ed.  Fucking good.  Lets make that happen.

Trey pulled the naked nigger baby ho in training to the edge of the table.  So goddamn hot, the contrast between his pale white flesh and the dark, dark flesh of young Kwazi.  Daddy spit or KY?

No choice at all for Ed.  He loved spit fucks himself, so his kid needed to grow up learning to love the same thing.  Daddy spit.

Trey nodded, and reached down to lift the boys hips in the air and moved a little aside.  Ed swooped down and began slobbering for the first, but definitely not the last, time on his baby boys asshole, forcing his tongue inside.  When it was wet enough, or as wet as he wanted it to be, he turned his head and swallowed the doctors dick whole.  Trey forced himself to remain still, rather than start the instinctive face fucking reaction to such a talented mouth sucking him.

A couple of suck strokes later, Ed decided Trey was lubed enough.

Trey moved back into place, seated his knob end, the small mushroom flare with the surprisingly big piss and cum slit, on the dark little rosebud.  Holding the little boys hips and ass cheeks with four fingers and his thumbs on the little niggers inner thighs, spreading them apart, Trey gave a sharp little thrust of his hips as he pulled Kwazi toward him.  His mushroom cap parted the ass lips, sank in, and the rubber band tight boy cunt muscles snapped back around the head.  The boy screamed.

Trey almost wished that Ed had made another decision.  Hed suddenly realized how turned on the rejected scenario made him, almost wished he could just shove his cock all the way inside, fast and hard and deep.  Instead, he just held very still, and began talking to the boy in a way that combined sternness with caring.  Be quiet, Kwazi.  Now!  Yes, yes, thats a good little slut.  Thats what your daddy wants, you know.  He wants you to be a good nigger cum dump.  A baby boy ho who can take all kinds of cocks in his little pussy.

The pedo doctor eased another inch of shaft inside.  The kids scream this time was softer, not quite so agonized.  Fuck but he loved his work.  Good nigger.  Youre going to be a fine pussy boy for daddy and all the men hes going to let use you.  Because thats all youre good for, being a nigger baby for men to molest.  Another inch, another, still softer howl.

Three inches, baby boy.  Three inches of man dick, pedo doctor dick in your tight little cunt.  Trey leaned forward, picked him up, still impaled, and shuffled sideways so they were at the edge of the exam table.  Laid him back down.  Looked at his agonizingly stiff daddy.  Why dont you give your nigger pussy something to suck on?  He might as well get started today on that, too.

Oh, Christ fuck, yeah, Ed swore softly. He gently eased the pussy boys head towards his daddys meat and then smeared the thick, pink, pouty lips with all the greasy precum oozing out of his knob.

Ease the last three inches in, or shove em?

Ed looked down at where Trey was joined to the fresh kid cunt.  Agonized.  Realised what he wanted.  And decided not to do it that way.  Slow.

The well, goddamn, shit! response from Trey was kept inside his own head.  He was, after all, suddenly confident that hed have plenty of men in the future whod go the near-rape, or just more pain route.  He pulled his hips back so just the knob was trapped inside, then eased back in again to the half-cock mark.  A couple more strokes like that and then he moved deeper.  Slowly, steadily, with fractional pauses, so that all the little one did was whimper and moan and cry, but not very loudly.  And finally he was in.  Bushy pubes against bald baby boy ass lips.

Trey also realized that he wasnt going to last very long.  Not with fucking a virgin nigger boy while his adopted white daddy watched, all with daddys permission and eager cooperation.  Trey started fucking and talking.

Oh, baby Kwazi, youve got such a fine tight boy cunt.  An almost used pussy waiting for me to pop and fill it with pedo slime.  Your daddys right here fucking your nigger mouth, watching his precious boys pussy get used by the white pedo doctor.  Christ, kid, were going to turn you into such a fucking little slut, turning you out so your daddy can get his rocks off having other men molest you, oh shit!  Eddy, Eddy, your fucking nigger boys pussy is so not and tight, its grabbing my dick, look at your little slut, watch his face, look at that hard little nigger dickie, oh shitfuckChrist Im cuuuuuummmmmmminnnnng!

Trey was shaking so hard it was almost like he was a little boy having a monster-sized dry cum.  When he finally managed to bring his panting and gasping under control he slumped over the molested boy, whose cunt was so full of dick snot it was oozing out and around Treys meat.  And then slowly eased his cock out, letting the boys legs dangle over the edge of the table.  Using his fingers he stripped as much of the cum and little boy butt juice as he could off his cock and stroked it on the lawyers prick.

Ed was shaking, he was so eager.  He raised his no longer virgin baby boys legs in the air again, spreading them, almost gasped when he felt Treys hand grip his fat meat and guide him forward until his precum soaked knob was resting on the puffy bruised cunt lips of his precious nigger son.

Okay, Ed, you can slide it on in, but only as far as my hand.  Yeah, he just had my cock balls deep, but youre way fucking longer and fatter than me, a daddy stud dick, my friend, and youd rip him apart today if we tried fucking that deep.  So until he gradually gets used to you, youre going to have to use just part of your daddymeat, okay?

Ed nodded, then pulled his boy toward him.  Despite being freshly fucked and slimy with Treys cum and the slut kids pussy juices, the pussy lips clamped tight and refused him entrance.  Trey could see the fuck that shit! expression on Eds face, and wasnt surprised that the horny fathers next move was a sharp yank that punched his fat knob into his babys pussy, causing a loud wail.  Ed might have grinned at the sound and spurted a good bit of precum in the cum slick lining of his sons shitter, but he was a good pedo father.  He paused to let the tiny, tight pussy get accustomed to daddys thick dong.

The feel was so incredibly fucking hot.  Nothing like any kind of turnon hed ever had before.  The knob of his meat clamped inside the hot slimy confines of his wailing baby boys shitter.  His new-found best pedo friend doctor his greasy right thumb and forefinger circling his cock, marking how far he could fuck, while the rest of the docs hand cupped and fondled his aching hairy balls.  He had a momentary twinge of...something...conscience, panic, fear of Franks reaction...but ignored it.  This was something he had to do.  This was fucking right, his right, his turn to be a top when virtually all of his life hed been a bottom pig for whoever he was with, starting with the stranger in the toilet whod raped his thirteen year old ass, clamping a hand over his mouth to muffle his screams, fucking him relentlessly until his teen ass was filled with dick slime, and then turned him over to the two old men whod come in and watched.  And fucked his mouth.  Ashamed, humiliated, bruised, leaking three loads of cum from his ass, and tasting the strange bitter taste of his original rapists cum in his mouth, hed staggered home, and managed to conceal what had happened from his family, knowing he could never admit how hard his then modest prick was, how hed cum twice that night, once in the bathroom, once in bed, vowing never to let anything like that happen again.  Two days later, he was back, begging to be used.  And now he was using.  Using, no, fucking molesting, his nigger baby son.

He yanked, startling another, louder wail from his son, and he was as far in as Trey would allow.

Trey told him to hold himself right there, made him promise, and then released his cock.  He wanted to just go ahead and bury the remaining five thick inches in his kids cunt, but he was, after all, a professional.  He expected his clients to respect his legal expertise and do the fuck what they were told.  He owed Trey the same duty with respect to the docs pedo expertise.  So he reluctantly held still, as Trey moved over to a cabinet, unlocked the bottom drawer, and returned holding a large bottle of poppers that he set right next to Kwazi, and in the other hand, a black dildo near Eds size, but not quite as long, not quite as fat.  Just the right size for his piggy ass, though.  Except....

Whoa, Trey, no way.  I...uh...well, I dont always stay hard when Ive got dick in my ass.  And I sure the fuck am not planning on losing my hardon when Ive just gotten it into my kid sons pussy.

Oh, I dont think you have to worry.  Its not unusual to go soft when youre getting a good ass fucking, and theres been a fair number of men Ive helped with their kiddy cunts who felt the same way.  So Ill tell you what I told all of them...  Trey was, of course, lying like shit about all of them since Ed was the first.  

First, when your cock is buried, part way or all the way, in tiny, tight, baby boy fuckin hot little pussy, do you really think youre going to lose your hard for any reason at all?  And second, well, youre just going to have to get used to having your holes used and staying hard when it happens.

What the fuck?

Here, suck on this and get it wet.

Eds question was forgotten for a moment as he obediently deep-throated the dildo, getting it slick with spit and slime from his throat.  Trey squatted down to Eds right and at the touch of the wet dildo head on his man cunt, Ed automatically spread his legs a little wider, relaxed his pussy muscles, and just grunted when Trey rammed the first couple of inches in.

Trey put his right hand on Eds daddy dick and balls, and with his left began pushing the dildo into Eds manhole.  Ed didnt get soft!  If anything, as that dildo slid into his welcoming cunt, his pedo prick got even harder.  But still, what the fuck was all that shit about his holes getting used?  He and Frank had a pretty damned exclusive relationship, although the fuck was sort of shot of out that with what he was doing today with Kwazi and Trey, but still....

Trey explained carefully that yes, just as Ed wanted, there were other men out there with young boys they were willing to share.  And sure, some of the time, hed be watching Kwazi get one of his cunts molested by some old grandfather, at the same time as he was plowing the hot little cunt of the guys grandson.  But there would probably be times when Kwazi wasnt available, like during the day when Ed might take a break for a slightly long lunch, and go to an adult theatre quietly known for the men who bring little boys along to be molested in the darkness.  Some sleazy uncle with his slut nine year old nephew suggests that the kid bend over the aisle seat and suck a nasty old cock while you drop your pants to your ankles, standing in the aisle, and fuck the boy pussy.  Maybe uncle just gets off on watching men molest his nephew.  Maybe he wants sloppy seconds or thirds.  Or maybe he gets off, literally and figuratively, mouth fucking or ass fucking the man molesting the nephew.  Of course, hed probably enjoy it just fine if the man hadnt sucked dick before, or been fuckeda typical straight business man in for a quick fag blowjob, but now branching out into kid sex.  But hed also get off on having such a talented man cunt to use, too.  And Trey speculated that Eds was indeed a very talented man cunt, given the way hed practically sucked in the dildo, rubber balls deep.

Ed nodded his...understanding, agreement...his recognition of how profoundly hed just changed his life.  And if truth be told, and he found himself admitting the truth out loud to Trey, as much as he loved Frank, monogamy, especially for a bona fide cum slut bottom whose lover was away on oil rigs for months at a time, was a fucking pain.  The idea of getting used by other men, men he probably wouldnt be able to pick and choose, men hed just have to accept, have to submit to, was also helping to keep him hard inside his nigger slut sons pussy.

Trey ordered him to take several big hits off the poppers; Ed nearly objected that he didnt do drugs, but obeyed anyway.  And became instantly addicted, as he became lost in a fog of lust, accompanied by wild visions of being gangbanged side by side with his nigger ho baby boy, of having Frank tied up and helpless and getting his virgin top ass gang raped while he watched his lover and son have so much fun being used by man after man after man, Ed began plowing Kwazis cum slimed baby cunt, while Trey made sure he didnt go to deep, and at the same time plowed Eds cunt hard and fast and deep with the spit slick dildo, hitting Eds large prostate, sending electric shocks of lust throughout his body, and into his boy fucking cock, rotating his man slut hips to get his own hole used as well as he could, the rotation inside the tight little cunt opening it up even further, sliding over the baby prostate, fucking his ass into the dildo, his cock into the niggers pussy, faster and faster, ignoring the baby boy wails that faded and gradually turned into whimpers and moans that he told himself were new-made whore sounds of lust, Eds voice turned raw as he bellowed out Fuckshitpissfuck, Im cumming in my baby boys whore cunt, fuck my pussy, Trey, fuck my pussy! and then nearly collapsed over the table as he spewed shot after shot of thick daddy spooge in his young niggers kid cunt.

Trey gently eased the worn out pedo father out of his kids ass, and helped him to relax down to his knees, the dildo still filling his ass.  Trey ordered him to lean back, supporting himself on his hands, while he picked up the young boy and held his slimy cunt over his daddys mouth.  The pedo daddy did what every good pedo daddy does...ate his kids sloppy rectum out, lapping and slurping and tongue fucking until he had every possible drop of juice and slime and cum possible.  But before he could swallow the tasty treat, Trey yanked the baby away, and still holding him in his right arm, used his left hand to yank Eds head forward and plunge his pedo doc hardon into the nearly full pedo daddy mouth.

Fuck that dildo in your pussy, slut.  Jack your pedo daddy meat and cum when I cum in your slut pedo daddy whore mouth!  Despite the two cums before Ed showed up, and the cherry-busting cum earlier, Trey knew he wasnt going to last long this time, so he began skull-fucking the lawyers eager, whore-talented mouth, ramming hard and deep until he was cumming long and hard again, draining his balls, and he could feel the drops of Eds load spattering his legs.  Both men were gasping for air, and Ed tried to move his head back, but Trey wasnt quite finished yet.  Ed caught on quickly, and waited as Treys cock softened in his mouth just enough to let the piss through.  Frank wasnt much for water sports, and it felt so fucking good for a mans...a pedophiles...strong hot piss to wash down cum and ass slime.

Within a week, with careful assistance from Trey, supported by numerous lies about what other pedo fathers, etc., had done, the Kwazi whore was eagerly taking all of his daddys long fat meat in his bottom cunt, and a good part of it in his mouth.  He still wasnt happy about drinking piss, but he was learning.  Two fuck-filled days after the first time he was able to give his baby boy slut a deep-dicking, full-stroke fuck, Ed was ready to molest some other boys and trade Kwazi for the chance.  Unfortunately, the second fuck day was the same day he got a call from Frank saying he was coming home early and would be there in less than twenty-four hours.

Instead of having nearly a month to plan how he was going to get his butch, top, I like fucking men, not high school kids lover to accept their sons new role in life, he had less than a day.  Ed panicked and called Trey.  Lying the point that he charged other men for this kind of service, but graciously would not do so this time with Ed, Trey came up with a plan.

When Frank walked in the door the next evening, tired but very, very horny, and with an extremely visible large hardon in his worn travel jeans, he was more than a little pissed to find a strange man in his own home, with an elegant dinner set for three, when all he wanted was a rough fuck of his pigs slut bottom, a shower, a gentler fuck, and then plenty of sleep, followed, of course, by a blowjob and another fuck.  Ed soothed him with a quick and believable explanation (trial lawyers are of course consummately believable liars, too) of a thank-you dinner to their pedotrician for taking such good care of Kwazi when he was ill, no, no, hes fine, hes asleep, dont disturb him, unable to reach the doctor to cancel, rude to do so when he arrived, well just have dinner, hell leave, you can fuck my pussy then.

That was not, however, quite how Franks welcome-home party progressed.  First there was the light drugging that left him not quite unconscious, but very pliable, very agreeable, and not nearly strong enough to fight off the two men who hauled him up to the spare bedroom they used for special fuck sessions, where they quickly stripped him, dumped him on the narrow bed and used the handcuffs he liked for Ed to cuff Franks wrists to the brass posts, and then raise and spread his legs and tie them up as well so his virgin hole was clearly visible.  The belly and chest straps he used on Ed to keep him immobile in this position were applied.  By the time the ball gag was in Franks mouth, the drug had worn off...after all, the purpose was for Frank to enjoy himself, not sleep through it...and he was furious.  Helpless, no matter how much he struggled, but furious.

Ed had to call on all his at-work, A-personality, aggressive trial training and talents to keep from turning into the submissive bottom slut he enjoyed being at home, and giving in and setting Frank free, and taking his punishment.  Now just shut the fuck up, Frank!

Ed had to pause and the laugh that came with telling a gagged lover to stop talking, eased some of his tension.  Ive planned a surprise for you with Trey, here.  Some incredibly hot sex like youve never had before, fuck, never dreamed of having, before you and I get into it.  Youre about to fuck the hottest, tightest ass youve ever had, and that includes mine.

Since he couldnt move his head...that had also been strapped down...Franks glare darted right and left, making the point it was going to be pretty damned awkward for him to fuck any ass in the position he was in.  Ed and Trey just nodded soothingly.  Quite true if a man was supposed to wriggle through the ropes holding Franks legs up and out and almost motionless, but not quite, and then get into position straddling Franks abs and belly and somehow bend forward and then back into a very, very, soft cock.

The pedo lawyer and pedo doctor stripped, and despite his anger, Franks meat began to stiffen just a little at the sight of the two hot hard naked men on either side of the bed.  He deliberately hadnt jacked off for more than forty hours by then, so going to full hard when Ed crouched on the floor to the left of the bed, leaned in and sucked Franks dick down, was no problem at all.  Franks cock was slimy with spit and oozing a steady stream of precum by the time Trey came back into the room, his nice slender cock pointing the way, glistening with the KY from the tube in his left hand, while his right arm cradled naked baby ho Kwazi.

Franks hardon vanished and he began fighting even more strongly than before, his face red with rage and the veins high and visible in his forehead.  The bed shook, but he had designed the gear himself, and he couldnt get free, couldnt speak. Ed got nervous again, but Trey quelled him with a stern look.  He dropped the lube on the nightstand and then moved to where Frank could see him clearly.  He wiped the first two fingers on his left hand back and forth on his cock, slicking them up, and then eased them into Kwazis little cunt.  

See, Frank?  He loves it, and he is, indeed, going to be the hottest, tightest pussy youve ever had in your life.  Oh, dont worry, that meat of yours isnt going to hurt him.  The little slut loves getting fucked, especially by Daddy Eds fat prick.

Trey sat down on a straight backed chair theyd put by the bed.  Ed came around to hold the boys legs up as they angled him for Franks best view...of the two greasy fingers sliding in and out of his young sons tender plump black ass.  Franks eyes bugged out even more than he or they had thought possible, though, when Trey slouched back in the chair, while Ed rested his precious cunt boy on Treys chest and belly, and then with Trey holding his cock steady, Ed slid the nigger kid slowly down, not really pausing as Treys knob slid into the greasy boy shitter and all the way up and into the kids bowels without a sound of complaint from tiny Kwazi.

Too bad youre so fucking selfish you cant be bothered to take a job that would keep you home, Frank.  You know how much work Ed has to do in the real world.  Fuck, man, hes one of the top goddamn lawyers in the city, but you go the fuck off for months at a time and leave him with all the responsibility.  Especially with this young son you were so eager to adopt.

Trey and Ed had obviously had more than enough time for some good long conversations since Franks call, and Franks expression said he wasnt exactly pleased with that, much less with the sight of his kids pediatricians cock buried in his kids ass.  And his kid had a stiffy!

And all this monogamy bullshit you laid on Ed, Frank.  A big-dicked, incredibly hot, healthy stud, and you tell him he has to stay at home every night with just your baby and his hand for company?  And youre off on an oil rig with all those studs.  If I went and got the sodium pentothal I have in my bag, (liar, liar, cunt on fire) and shot you up and asked you if you made do with your hand on the oil rig, that youd be able to truthfully say yes?

Although Frank managed to keep his head still, he couldnt stop from looking away for just a moment.  Trey caught it and was delighted.  Ed caught it and was furious.

You fucking bastard!  I go through agonies of guilt because I slipped up and let a guy suck my dick through a gloryhole at a bookstore, and youve got yourself a fucking harem of oil workers?  Or are you getting your ass plugged, too,  you fucking I never bottom asshole?  I stay home nights and weekends to take care of baby Kwazi, going mad because Im so fucking horny, looking at how plump his lips are, thinking how much of a cocksuckers mouth he has, and turning him on his belly and looking at that fat bottom and wondering what a white finger, a white cock might feel like sliding between those cheeks.

So while youre off sexing a bunch of muscle studs, Im playing Hannah housewife at home, and I got fucking fed up with it, and wound up telling Trey all my guilty fantasies about our son.  And you know what, instead of turning me in to the cops, Trey got it right in one...I needed help, alright, help getting my cock in my boys cunt without hurting him.

Trey took our boys cherry, Frank.  While I watched and helped.  And then I fucked our boy with half my dick while Trey fucked my cunt with a big ass dildo.  And now our boy can take every fucking inch of daddy Eds meat.  And love every goddamn inch of it, too!

Ed looked at Trey.  Fuck my little boy slut, Trey.  Show Frank what a good kid cunt he is, but dont cum yet.

Trey was happy to oblige, moving the nigger boy up and down on the pedo docs randy prong, while the boy whimpered and murmured in happiness.  And a surprisingly big nigger boy hardon went with the gurgles and noises.

My turn, Trey.  

Trey obligingly pulled the boy off his slick cock, held him up to Ed, and Ed took his place on the chair.  It was Treys turn to position the pussy boy, while Ed lined up his cock with the slightly gaping hole, and pushed...hard!  The head punched through, Ed paused, and then quickly shoved his son down to his hairy balls, with Franks eyes glued to the rapid disappearance of every inch.  His eyes stayed there, mesmerized by the ease with which Eds thick meat was fucking their little boy.  And then he jerked and half yelped through the gag when two greasy fingers shoved their way up his ass.

You were right, Ed.  This isnt a virgin hole.  Trey paused, removed his fingers and then leaned over to examine Franks ass.  His grin was evil when he looked up at Ed.  You dont rim your buddy here, do you?

Eds mouth dropped.  How the fuck....?

What did he use?  The only time an ass gets rimmed is if its gonna get fucked and nobody fucks my ass?  I only top?  Doesnt do anything for me?  Some shit like that, until eventually you gave up, even though a bottom pig likes you likes eating out mens asses?

Ed nodded as he continued gently raising and lowering his baby ho on long hot hard daddy dick.

Hold that thought, Ed.  Ill be right back.

Ed went on kid cunt fucking, while Frank got very still.  He kept looking away from the sight of his lovers fat greasy cock sliding in and out of their young boys bottom, but moths to flame and all that shit and back he was staring.  And getting hard.

Glad to see youre an old-fashioned cook, Ed.  

Ed looked over his shoulder and saw Trey standing in the doorway, smiling broadly...and holding a large, open can of Crisco.  He opened his mouth for another what the fuck? but abruptly shut it.  No need for the question.  He knew the answer.  And it was obvious from the almost petrified expression on Franks face, and the almost full body blush, that Trey was abso-fucking-lutely right.

Theres a guy on the net that has a cunt like this one, Ed.  When he bends over and spreads his cheeks you see how thick and dark brown the muscles of his pussy lips are, and how fucking big that hole really is.  Fucking hot to see him sit on a black horse cock dildo, watch it slide into that greasy cunt.  Or a big plastic bottle of soda.  Or his own goddamned fist.

I thought itd be hot to fuck Frank here while he watches you fuck your little whore boy, but you know, I think itd be better if you did the honors, once we get his cock up inside Kwazis cunt.  You ever fisted anyone?

Ed shook his head.

Well, youve got a nice, pliable, cunt to learn on.  Watch this.  Trey dipped the four fingers of his right hand in the can of Crisco, pulled them out and then holding his hand sideways, his thumb to act as a brake, he shoved all four fingers into Franks ass.  Hard.  Frank screamed around the gag.

Aw, shit, Frank, man, that hurt like a motherfucker, didnt it?  When youre getting fisted you like your man to kind of ease into you, stretch you slowly, go gently into that good hole, before he starts fucking you with that fist...right?

Frank nodded vigorously, sweat streaming down the sides of his face.

Man, youre right.  That is the way to do it.  Well, at least for guys who are honest enough to tell their partners that theyre really versatile after all, and that they really like a nice hard cock fucking their cunt.  And you do like getting fucked, dont you, Frank?

It was easy to tell Frank sure the fuck didnt want to admit anything, but realized there was no point in lying any more.

You like a good gang bang, too, slut?

Another frozen moment and then Frank, so patently reluctant Ed almost laughed, but didnt because he was still so pissed, nodded again.

Figured as much.  Ed, no cunt gets this used and abused and so fucking flexible from an occasional fuck.  Id be willing to bet my whole fee for opening up Kwazis cunt that your strictly a top lover is actually a slut for the whole oil rig crew.  In fact, my guess is hes so damned arrogant about everything that he got caught with his cock in a crew mates ass, and when he tried to bluff and argue his way out of it, he pissed them off so much they decided to teach him a lesson.  They were horny, so they held him down and raped him.  You know, teach the fucking fag a lesson.  I wonder how many cocks in his cunt it took before he was begging them to rape him...harder.

Hey, asshole!  Now that your secret is out, and Ive got a fucking good start on a fist in your ass, if we take the gag out you gonna cooperate with the inevitable?

Frank nodded yet again.

It took some stretching and twisting, but Trey managed to keep his fingers in Franks hole while he undid the ball gag and got it out of Franks mouth.  The first words out of his mouth once hed gotten a little saliva going was a vicious, obscene attack on his disgusting child molesting lover and what the cops were going to do to him.  Trey shook his head just a little when Ed opened his mouth to respond.  Frank hadnt noticed the fingers were out of his ass, or that Trey had shoved his whole hand in the Crisco, pulled it back out, and made a point out of his fingers and thumbindex and little finger touching beneath the second and third fingers, thumb touching the tip of the ring finger.

Ed was glad that Frank had soundproofed the room, and if he hadnt been in so much pain, Frank probably was, too.  Having the point of Treys right hand, and then the rest of it, shoved quickly inside his cunt made Franks scream long and loud and shrill.  He was gasping for air when Trey slid his fist out, paused, and then repeated the operation, with just a bit more strength.  The second scream wasnt as loud since Frank had pretty much made his vocal cords raw with the first one, but it was satisfying to the other two men in the room.

It scared the shit out of the little cunt boy, though, so Ed did what any thoughtful, caring partner would do for a lover who was tied up, screaming because he been brutally fisted with virtually no preparation, and had so little control he was frightening his own baby boy.  Ed got up, the nigger ho still impaled on a rod that had gotten harder at the sounds of pain emanating from the lying bastard oil worker slut on the bed, and slapped the screaming piece of shit hard.  Followed through on the stroke, and on the return, back-handed him.  The screaming stopped.

Eds voice was soothing, as he sat back down in the chair, one hand fondling the plump nigger cocklet and ball sack, the other stroking and caressing the belly where you could almost see the outline of the thick daddy meat buried so far up inside.  Now, now, little ho, Daddy Frankie didnt mean to scare his baby slut cum dump.  Remember how you yelled, too, when Daddy Ed put his big dickie up inside your little pussy?  Hmmmm?  And then how good it felt when Daddy Ed started fucking your cunt?  Oh, yeah, you remember, dont you, little one?  Look at how big a stiffie you have, and you can feel daddys prick in your pussy, cant you?  Good boy, thats a good boy.  No more tears, now.  See, your Daddy Frankie is different than you.  He likes the pain; he likes being hurt and yelling.  Dont you, Daddy Frankie? 

Ed didnt know it at the moment, but hed hit another proverbial nailhead.  Frank did like the pain.  The beating hed gotten when he was first caught on the rig had blown his mind when he got hard and stayed hard all the way through it.  And he couldnt exactly hide it, since hed literally been caught with his pants down.  Maybe it was the hardon leaking a steady stream of precum.  Maybe it was the way the six-four, hairy, shaved-head, hard-muscled stud was on the floor moaning and groaning with the pain, instead of taking it like a manin silence.  Whatever it was, it triggered a hardon in short, fat, fiftyish Jack Tanner, who suddenly told the other three to turn the fag on his belly on the steel floor, fished his meat out of his jeans, knelt, straddling Franks thighs, and raped the fucking shit out of him, ignoring his screams when the fat prick rammed into his guts.

The other three took their turns, and then Jack had him again.  They turned him over, letting his overflowing ass leak cum onto the deck, and discovering that either he shot an enormous amount of cum all at once, or hed cum more than once while he was getting raped.  That disgusted his attackers even more, and they finished off by marking their territory with four full-bladder loads of hot acrid piss.  Jack kicked Franks hip hard enough to leave a bruise, and told him to strip, use his clothes to clean up the mess he made, and go back to his bunk...and lay on his belly.

Frank did what he was told.  And one by one, the rest of the day, nearly every man on the rig came to use one of his cunts.  From that point on, he was the rig whore.  Not that he was paid in cash.  Jack, who seemed to be in charge of the cum dump, figured that the cums he was having were enough payment.  The only time he had a right to refuse any mans order was if doing so would put any of the men or their jobs at risk.  If he lost time from his duties because he was giving blowjobs or getting fucked, or even, on occasion, face fucking a crew mate, or pounding an ass, he had to make up the time and get the job done, or face punishment.  His ass became very familiar with the feel of a thick leather belt turning it hot and bright red and raising welts.

Jack even managed to allow the men who wouldnt publicly sex Frank to get some relief from blue balls, too.  Every few nights, Frank would be hauled out of his bunk, taken to a windowless room, strapped to a cot, and then with the lights in the hall unscrewed so no light leaked in when the door opened, the closeted man fuckers could abuse him.  True, if it was a fuck night, and you were quietly leaving your bunk with a bulge in your boxers in the dim light, and coming back a while later, meat soft, your buddies knew where youd been and what youd done.  But the agreement was, if you didnt want to fuck Frank in public, with your buddies watching and maybe playing with your ass and your tits while you did, doing so on a fuck night wasnt mentioned by anyone.

And now his whoring on the rig was coming back to haunt him.  Big fucking time.  Frank gave up.  Not that he had much choice, what with the pedo doctors fist up his burning ass, and being tied and helpless.  Yeah.  I like the pain.

Dont tell me, fuckwad, tell your son!

Frank looked at his still crying baby boy impaled on his other daddys rampant cock.  Dont cry, Kwazi.  Daddy Frank likes being hurt.  He...he likes dicks...and, and fists and dildos in his man cunt.  

There was a long pause as he looked at the two men dominating him, humiliating him in front of his well-fucked son, and knew this was only the beginning.  Knew that from now on the only way hed get his dick in his lovers incredibly hot hole was if Ed let him, and hed probably do it since Ed was also a pig bottom, but it would probably require a lot of groveling on Franks part.  Groveling he was surprised to realize might just turn him the fuck on.  Knew, too, from the expression on Eds face, which included more than a trace of overwhelming lust from the feelings of his cock in kid cunt, that there was no way Ed would allow Frank to be pedo-pure, and have Ed be the only one guilty of baby-son-molesting.  Like it or not, Frank was going to be shoving his big cock in both of his little boys holes, and probably pretty fucking damn soon.

He looked at the two men.  Uh, guys, if you untie me, I, well, I promise you can use me however you want.  I...Ill cooperate, be a fucking good bottom for you.

Ed was still in a rage, and sure the fuck didnt believe Frank.  Figured the moment Frank was free hed attack, and even though it was two men to one, Frank was a damned sight bigger and stronger than either of them.  But before he could say anything, Trey solved the potential problem.

Frank, you lying prick shithead, theres not a fucking reason in hell Ed should believe you.  But on the other handso to speakI think we can make pretty damn sure youre being honest for a change.

Trey yanked his fist out of Franks cunt, accompanied by a loud moan, then reached out the hand hot and greasy from the slime in Franks ass and covered that long thick meat with stroking fingers that made Frank moan again, but this time as his cock got slick and he spurted precum.  Ed, I think Frank here is ready to try out his baby sons nigger slut pussy, dont you?

Ed looked as if he was going to balk, in part because of anger, in part because his prick felt so fucking good buried up his sons hot tiny ass, but then he realized what Trey was up to.  He nodded, reluctantly eased his dick out of Kwazis gaping hole, rested his left knee on the bed, and carefully worked the two of them between the ropes restraining Frank, so that the tiny nigglet was on daddy Franks belly, held up on all fours, while Treys greasy hand held Franks rigid meat in place.

Look at daddy Frankie, nigger baby.  Look at his expression.  See how much he wants to have his big daddy dickie buried in your ho slut cunt.

Frank couldnt help himself after all.  He had to try to stop this obscenity.  Christ, Ed!  Cmon, please dont do this.  Dont make me fuck my own little son.  Thats fuckin sick, man.  Look, you found me out.  Im a good cunt, a really good fuck.  Ill do anything you want, just...well, fuck, just dont molest our kid any more.

Ed smiled another wicked smile.  Tell you what, Frankie.  Ill make you a deal.  Im going to put your cock in Kwazis cunt.  Balls fucking deep, man.  And then Ill slide him up so just your knob is left in, and back again, and then pull him all the way off, and then try to yank him back down to your pubes.  If I cant because youve gone soft by then, from disgust or shame or whatever, sure, Ill agree.  Or if youre hard, and you tell me his pussy isnt the hottest, tightest thing your cock has ever been into; that you dont understand its probably the last cunt youre going to get to top unless I decide otherwise, and that you definitely dont want to molest your tiny son and fill his boyhole with daddy juice...yeah, Ill agree.  Deal?

Yeah, okay, except, well, Treys gotta take his fist out of my ass.  That, well, shit, it gets me fucking hard, and no way am I gonna stay hard about molesting my own kid.

Ed laughed.  Well compromise.  You say his fist will keep you hard long enough for me to get your cock inside Kwazi.  Once youre in all the way, Trey will take his hand out.  Then youll have your fair test.

Frank nodded and then shut his eyes.  Obviously, thinking of all sorts of disgusting things that would get his dick soft, as soon as the so-called hardon making fist was out of his hole.  Trey held Franks dick, which was a little longer than Eds eight inches, but definitely a lot thicker from head to base, and Ed pulled Kwazi toward Daddy Franks raised legs.  The baby boy howled again when the wide head of his other daddys meat pushed open his cunt lips farther than theyd ever been spread so far. 

As he began pulling the boy down on daddy Franks dick, Ed began talking to his young son, glancing up at Franks tightly shut eyes, and the lips that were equally tightly clamped shut.  Asshole Frank was probably afraid of letting a sound out, afraid it would show how much he liked kid cunt after all.  Yeah, baby slut, scream for daddy Frank.  Hes a slut whore like you.  He likes being hurt, likes having a fist up his pussy.  Just like Im going to train you, you nigger baby slut.  Then he yanked the baby ho hard n fast and buried daddy Franks fat, fat long dick into his tiny sons cunt.  The boys howl drowned out his daddys grunt when Trey yanked his fist out of Franks ass.

Ed, of course, didnt play quite fair.  He was, after all, a lawyer.  He allowed the whimpering baby nigglet slumped on his daddy Franks belly, cunt full of cock, and moved behind Frank, and rammed his straining meat balls deep into his lovers gaping, fisted cunt.  Fuck, fuck, fuck!  He almost came from the feel of the hot slimy wetness of his lovers loose pussy, from knowing this was his first time ever in his partners greasy hole, from knowing for fuck-all sure it was going to be his cunt to use and abuse from now on.

Shit, fuck!  You motherfucking bastard!  Get your goddamned dick out of my ass.  That wasnt part of the deal!

Ed was becoming quite good at wicked grins, and dominating sneers.  Then you should have negotiated a better deal, fuckwad.  All you asked for was no fist in your cunt.  You didnt prohibit my deep-dicking you.  And when those men were raping your fuckhole for the first time, and I fucking bet every time after, you stayed hard just because there was meat in your shitter, right?  

Ed started rabbit-fucking his helpless lover, which made daddy Franks meat vibrate in the baby cum dumps hot little hole.  

All those months, fuck after fuck after fuck, and Franks entire body was as well-trained as any dog worked on by Pavlov.  A cock knob rubbing on his pussy lips, a finger or two circling his cunt, teasing the moist insides of his hole, and he started to get hard.  A dick head inside him and that was enough for a full hardon.  And on those few occasions when one of the crew wanted to be fucked by Frank...usually when he was in the dark room so he wouldnt know who had surrendered his masculinity for a little while, and usually when the second man was dicking Franks sloppy cuntalthough Frank was always fairly sure it was the same two men, who took turns bottoming while the other fucked...there was no way his cock could ever have gotten soft.  Just as it didnt now.

Trey slid the baby pussy so just the knob of Franks dick was trapped inside, and eased the kid all the way down to Franks greasy pubes, and then pulled him all the way off, leaving Franks cock twitching and spewing precum.  Ed stopped fucking.  Pulled his dick out of Franks reluctant-to-let-go hole.  Waited a moment.  Nodded at Trey, who pulled the limp nigglet toward daddy Franks widespread legs...and daddy Franks still hard, aching prong slid easily into his kids cunt.

Hottest, tightest fuck hole your dicks ever been in, isnt it?

Frank moaned and wiggled so his meat circled in the boys little hole, trying to get leverage for a good fuck even in the position he was in.  Ed signaled again, and Trey eased the boy all the way off his daddy Franks dick again.  Frank whimpered.

Well, fuckwad?

Yeah, you bastard, yeah.

Ed shoved three fingers into Franks greasy hole, curled them to find and massage the large prostate.  Frank whimpered again and panted and tried to work the fingers deeper into his pussy.  Ed yanked his fingers out.  His voice became somehow deeper, more powerful.  Definitely into his extreme A-personality trial mode, not merely persuading a jury to do what he wanted, but making them understand he was so fucking right that they really had no choice but to do so.  He slapped Franks ass, hard.  This is my cunt now, isnt it, Frank?  Unless I let you go back to the oil rig, no ones cock or fist or dildo is going in that hole unless I say so, right?

The slope was steep, and Franks slide downward was picking up speed.  Yeah.

Youre never going to have your dick in any man cunt or boy cunt again, unless I let you.  Right?

Franks expression said he clearly wanted to beg, to plead for some remnant of his manhood, his local status as a hot, big-dicked stud top, but Eds own face was implacable.  Y...yes.

And youd be really, really grateful, too, if I let you plow Kwazis kid cunt so you can fill that hot little tube with daddy juices?

God, yes, Frank whispered as his ego crashed and burned at the bottom of that slope.

Let him loose, Trey.

They let Frank relax, let him get some feeling back in his legs and arms, some control.  Frank gently, lovingly stroked his baby boy, laying on his daddy Franks hairy chest, his tiny legs splayed wide.  Franks right hand moved down his boys back, caressing and fondling the plump bottom, and then his first two fingers slid down the little crack, and curved, and pushed their way into the searing hot boy cunt.  Frank spurted precum.

Daddy Ed and pedo doc Trey made him shift sideways, so his head was hanging off the side of the bed, ready for Trey to fuck his throat deep and hard.  Before he lowered his head, Frank looked in Eds eyes, pleading.  Ed understood.  He nodded.  Frank grasped the little boys greasy sides and slid him toward his balls, impaling him on the nine inch fat greasy daddy meat.  The nigger slut wailed again, but not as loud or as long.

Frank shuddered when his legs were raised over Eds shoulders.  His first fuck by his lover.  But then he groaned loud and long around Treys cock when he felt, not Eds cock, but his fingers and then his fist burying themselves in his man cunt.  Things only got better for the oil rig cum whore when he felt his pussy being spread even wider.  Christ shit fuck!  Ed was sliding his equally greasy cock into Franks cunt, too, grabbing it with the fist buried in the wide-spread hole.

The three fucks began slowly, as Ed set the pace with fucking his cock in and out of his right hand, or holding his body still while his trapped fist jacked back and forth in the sluts hugely spread cunt, with Trey throat fucking the cunts other hole, leaning forward to avid watch the fist action and daddy Franks wicked hot meat sliding in and out of baby boy cunt.  The fucks got faster and faster, with Frank almost slamming his baby ho up and down the length of his aching, tingling meat, and faster still, until finally Frank screamed as well as he could around Treys cock and began spewing a steady stream of blazing hot cum to splash the tight walls of his nigglets cum hole.  Which set off Treys vigorous spurting of thick, hot cum down Franks throat, and a comparable splashing of seed up inside Franks well-fisted hole.

When they all finished gasping and shuddering, including the baby slut whod shivered through at least one dry cum of his very own, the three cunts were emptied of cock.  Frank moved back to a normal position on the bed, his head on several pillows, cradling his just fucked tiny son, enjoying the feel of his daddy slime oozing out of the gaping little pussy and onto his fingertips.  Trey sat on the edge of the bed.  Ed got up, padded into the kitchen and brought back three cold beers in long neck bottles, passed them out.

As they neared the last swallow, Trey mentioned a great idea.  Ed could fuck his baby and cum in his hot bottom hole, while Trey gave the oil rig slut a really good fisting.  Naturally, Ed and Trey didnt consult the oil rig slut since his opinion had no value.  A few moments later, Ed was leaning back against the head of the bed, his legs spread wide his slimy cock all the way up Kwazis cunt.  Frank was on all fours in front of him, slurping and slobbering at Eds balls and the cock-kid cunt connection, with his ass in the air and Treys fist in his hole.

Eds eyes widened as he saw Trey reach to one side to scoop up a huge amount of Crisco with his left hand and begin applying it carefully to his whole goddamned forearm!  Surely that was impossible!

But it wasnt.  Not after a couple of popper hits up Franks nose, and a couple of quick jerks of his precum leaking meat.  The four-person orgy got started as soon as Treys forearm was buried in Franks shitter just and inch or so shy of Treys elbow.  Before the evening ended, Frank had cum twice to the elbow deep fisting of his man cunt; baby Kwazi had moaned and gasped and writhed through countless kid cums; Trey had straddled Franks chest, as Frank was being cock-fucked by Ed, while Trey cunt-fucked their baby ho, filling his pussy with a third load of man-cum, and then pissing up the hole so that the babys belly distended.  Trey yanked the screaming boy off his meat, which opened the kid cunt and piss and cum and ass juices began spraying out, but Trey was quick and talented, and promptly planted the sloppy kid cunt on his Daddy Franks eager mouth, who began swallowing everything his precious son offered.  After which Ed mouth-fucked his lover, cumming deep in his throat, and then pissing into the talented urinal mouth as well.

***

Well, shit.  Id zoned out remembering Treys how I got started story and my dress slacks had a huge fucking wet spot from my damned precum.  Now Ill have to go home and change after meeting Trey, but what the fuck, Ive got a ready excuse for my detectives:  I was changing my baby son at the doctors office when the kid pissed on me, the adorable little shit, which would get good-natured grins and laughs.

I inhaled and exhaled slowly.  Okay.  Assuming Treys story was at least reasonably true, his pedo credentials definitely passed muster.  But I still wasnt certain Id let him, well, work on precious Sammy, no matter how horny my cock was for tiny kid cunt.

Another inhale/exhale.  I got out, came around the car, picked up Sammys carrier, reaching in to briefly fondle the tiny little stiffie, before locking the car and heading toward the normal sized door...which led into a bleak, empty room.  Worn linoleum floor, bare walls, a large window with wire mesh inside the glass and bars, and another door.  With an ancient speaker and a slightly cracked button set into it, next to the inner door.  I pressed the button, and a surprisingly clear tenor voice said, Come on in, Detective Harman.  I turned the handle and went in.
