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The movie of me and my second trip to the Scout House comes to an end. Just then Riley walks into the basement playroom. He's wearing a blue Cub Scout uniform. It's different from the one I got to wear when I first joined BSA. This one looks just like a real Cub Scout uniform. Papa tosses me a legit khaki Scout shirt. There are real ranks and badges on it. Gone are the ranks I worked so hard to earn.
"What's going on?" I ask Papa.
"You're going to get Riley started as a Boy Slut Scout," he tells me. "Only it's going to be a little different than you got."
I'm scared. For the first time since my second trip to the Scout House, I'm scared for me...and especially for Riley.
I can tell Riley's trying to be brave. When he does that, he screws up his little face and squeezes his lips really tight. He's doing that now, but there are tears in his wide, green eyes.
He looks at me and says, barely loud enough for me to hear, "Don't let them hurt me. Not like they did you. Please."
I wish there was something I could say. No, fuck that. I wish there was something I could do. But I can't. Papa's made his mind up. I just hope it won't be so bad.
"Don't worry, dude," I say, ruffling his strawberry blond hair. "It wasn't as bad for me as it looked that first time. Actually I liked it. And I was like four months younger than you."
I'm trying to buck him up, but everything I say is making me feel worse. Riley's not like me. I like when stuff hurts. He doesn't. Not at all. He likes it when I poke his rear, but I'm small down there. Three teeny, skinny inches and I'm real gentle. I know this day was coming, so I've tried to use bigger stuff in him. Biggest thing he gets in him are candles and hot dogs. I know they hurt a little, but Riley bulls it through.
First time with the hot dogs they broke before I could get them in him at first. But he kept trying because he loved eating them out of me and he wanted to feed me the same way. Fuck it tasted so nasty and so good that first time.
But bigger stuff, like some of the dildos and vibrators. He canNOT take them. He just screams for me to take them out if I get very much in. I so fucking love my little fairy brother. I don't want to see him hurt today. I know Papa promised he wasn't going to get fucked. Just me. But I know better.
So we're really quiet in the van going to the Scout House. Just Papa's going this time and that's not so good. Uncle Tony kinda keeps Papa in check. When Uncle Tony's not around, sometimes Papa gets a little wild with me. I don't know what's going to happen, but Riley and me both sense it won't be good. Finally we pull up to the gate of the Scout House. It swings open automatically and Papa drives to the front door.
"This is it, Riley-boy," I say and kiss him on the cheek. He's never been here before, but he's gotta know this is the Scout House. I've talked about it enough. And the little dude is really, really smart. Smarter than me, and my teachers all say I'm the smartest boy they've ever known. Wait'll they meet Riley. Anyways, he's so smart there's no way I can try to make him feel okay. He's been silent crying. No sobs but his cheeks are totally wet.
Papa opens the door and yanks him out.
"What the fucks wrong with you, ya little faggot?" he snarls.
Riley just shivers then pukes. Barely misses Papa's shoe. Fuck! That would have been bad. Bad enough as it is. Papa squeezes this place in the back of his neck that hurts like hot fuck and kind of paralyzes you. Only it doesn't leave a mark.
Just then the door opens and Taylor's there. Taylor! He's wearing this sexy, girly Japanese kimono. I haven't seen him for like four months. He's been away in Europe or someplace. Scout Master Chris said he was having a special operation or something. Seeing him makes me forget I'm scared for a second and I hug him tight. Then we kiss like old lovers -- tongue, spit, even a few hocked up loogies.
"Sweety," he lisps, "I have missed you soooo much. I just got back a week ago and I begged Daddy to have you come over. But he said you'd be here today. So I had to wait to see you and to show you my surprise."
Taylor looks over at Riley.
"Oh, what a pretty little boy. How old are you deary? You look about 5 years old"
Riley snarls, "I'm 9." The tears make it hard for him to talk, but you can tell Taylor's pissed him off. I think it's kind of cool that I look younger than my 12 years. Riley hates that he looks so young.
Taylor takes his hand. "Well don't cry, big boy. I think you're going to like today." I scowl at Taylor. For all his prancing and girly acting, he's always been completely up front with me. I can't believe he's lying to Riley. He says quietly to me, "It's going to be okay. Nothing rough. No fucking, even."
So Papa was telling the truth this time. For once. I'm glad for Riley, but a little disappointed for me. I haven't been rough fucked for four days since the last time Papa and three clients played out a rape fantasy on our living room floor. Papa knew it I was play acting but the clients thought it was for real.
I screamed and thrashed about then. Got whipped for my efforts. I know Riley was watching from the peek hole. Watched me get knocked around and slapped. My balls and dick tortured and poked with needles. Watched me deep throat the men. And lick their dirty, shitty asses and clean their dirty shitty cocks after they raped me. Watched me go through I don't know how many dry, body shaking orgasms as they hurt me.
Funny thing is, Riley hates pain. But he knows I love it. He loves me almost as much as I love him, so when I'm getting hurt, he sometimes cums without even touching himself. He won't do it himself. Hurt me that is. One time I begged him to pierce my scrotum. He was crying so hard he couldn't see. He got the needle about a half inch in and accidentally poked it in my right ball. FUCK that hurt. I screamed. He puked. I cummed like a motherfucker from the pain.
So anyways, I didn't want Riley to get hurt today like I thought he was going to, but I was kind of hoping I would. But now Taylor's telling me it's going to be a soft time. That's what we call it when the clients only want jacking or sucking or when they want us to play hard with them but they don't play hard with us.
Taylor leads Riley with one hand and me with the other through the door. It's that big that three of us can go though side by side. He turns slightly and, releasing my hand, blows a kiss toward my Papa.
"You can come back in about five hours and pick them up, Mr. Hunky. See you then."
Wow. Maybe this will be good time for Riley.
Taylor grabs my hand again and just about drags us to a room I'd never been in before. Not that I've been in many rooms. The house is huge and I'm not sure how many rooms it really has. Taylor says 23, not counting bathrooms. I've been in maybe seven. No make that eight. Well nine including the big meeting room down in the basement where I started out. Two of the rooms I've been in are "special rooms." One of them's called the "Red Room." It's a special torture room. And if you think what I got the second time I was here was torture, you don't have any idea how rough it gets. Or how rough I can take. I like it too, although sometimes I'm not sure I do when it's going on.
The other room is the "Brown Room." Poop stuff goes on down there. It's all tiled and can easily be hosed down. From what I've said before, you might guess I like it down there. A lot. Maybe I'll tell you about it someday. I'd like that. You can always write me if you want me to tell you about the Brown Room.
The other rooms I've been in are regular bedrooms. Well, not regular for you and me. They're really fancy. I've been in those tons of times with clients. Big comfy beds where five people can sleep. Spa. Showers. Lots of toys and I do not mean teddy bears. Different lube stuff. Food. Drinks. And drugs. Lots of different types of drugs. The only ones me and the other boys can take are Cialis, E, and a new one like E that's really strong but doesn't hook you.
But we're not headed to any of those rooms right now. Or the Big Meeting Room. Instead, Taylor bursts through a door into what looks like an office. Scout Master Chris is sitting at a desk. A bunch of boys -- seven in all -- are sitting in chairs around the walls. I know three of them: Dom Scout David who's 16 now. Markie, who's 10 and sweet as fuck. I so fucking love him and still call him "Little Fuck" even though he's not that little anymore. In fact, he's almost as tall as me and his dick is way bigger. And there's Donnie, my Pee Boy Donnie.
The three of us made a special friendship after they took part in my first torture session. I love them all so much. Almost as much as the mincing, flitting 17 year old who's dancing around the room in his Japanese robe.
"Daddy. Daddy. Let me show Brayden the present you gave me," he whines. "After that, you can do your silly scout stuff. Pleeeeeease, Daddy."
"Do you want to see his special gift, Brayden?" Scout Master Chris asks me.
"Yes, Daddy. I'd love that," I tell him.
Okay, so I call him "Daddy." When I first started with the Boy Slut Scouts, I thought my Papa really loved me only just didn't show it very well. I know Uncle Tony does, but he's a weak ass motherfucker. But now I know Papa doesn't give a shit about me or Riley. I've kind of gotten used to it, but it bothers me about Riley. All Papa cares about is the money I bring in. My ass. My dick. My mouth. My screams. That's all he cares about. He doesn't even fuck me that much anymore. He gets his choice of kids in the scouts so long as he doesn't do mean stuff to them.
So one time about a year ago when this shit finally made sense, Scout Master Chris was fucking me slow and easy, kissing me. Jacking me at the same time. (Papa never does that). And I started bawling. He finally got me to tell him what was wrong. That Papa didn't give a shit about me. He said he knew. Then he started fucking me really hard. Twisted my tits, my balls, my dick. Really pounded me with that huge cock of his.
I'm screaming because it hurts so much and hurts so good. I start shivering and jerking and over my screams and my dry cum I can hear him saying, "Brayden. Brayden. Brayden." Every word punctuated with a deep ass slam. "I love you so much. Have since I first met you. I'm your Daddy. I'll be your Daddy as long as you want."
He stated squirting in me, twisting my tiny dickie and balls so hard I thought he might rip them off. For real. That would have been okay. I was crying at that point. Muttering, "I love you too, Daddy. I love you too."
So my Daddy, Scout Master Chris, smiles at me and the other boys. It's funny, but Scout Master Chris has a way of communicating with us boys without saying a word. All the boys nod in agreement. Dancing sexy-like, Taylor unties his kimono. He's got a long silk scarf wrapped around his middle almost to his knees. It covers up his penis. He's wiggling his hips so the scarf is dancing just like him. I can see something poking out the scarf really low down when his hips push forward. He unties the scarf and holds it in front of himself then quickly moves it away then pulls it back again.
I can't believe what I'm seeing!
When I first met Taylor, I was surprised at how long and thin his cock was. When it was hard, it was six and a half inches and about as thick as a regular sized Sharpie marker. Thicker than my dickie but not by much. As long and skinny as it was, it was both funny and awesome looking.
What I saw now, though. There was no way this was for real. All us boys were chattering about what we saw.
"This is where I have been the last four months. This was Daddy's special present to me for when I turned 17. I'm a miracle of modern plastic surgery. Isn't it beautiful?"
Taylor stood before us with the longest fucking dick I've ever seen. And I've seen some pretty long ones.
"How long is it?" David asks the question we all had.
"The surgeons said it's eleven inches, but I measure it at a little over 12. So does Daddy and some of his friends. Of course when the surgeons measured it, it wasn't hard."
"That thing can get hard?" David asks. ""won't it just snap off if it's hard?"
Taylor starts rubbing his "present" slowly and lovingly. It starts getting firmer looking as it begins stretching a little more -- if that was even possible. The reason David's wondering about Taylor getting a boner is that his dick isn't like any I've ever seen. I'm sure none of us have seen a dick like his. You see, it maybe the longest dick I've seen, and I don't call it a cock for good reason. A cock should be big and fat. A man's cock.
Taylor's dick is anything but a man's cock. Sure, it's almost 12 inches long. But it's the same skinny size it was before he got his surgery on it. No thicker than a normal Sharpie marker. It looks like a big, wiggly, foot-long worm. But that's not the only freaky thing about it. His dick head is as big as my Uncle Tony's. Not monstrous like his Daddy's, but a good normal man-sized cockhead. Freaky, kind of ugly looking. The whole thing is. This now super hard rod that looks like twelve inches of rebar topped with a man's cockhead. Freaky, kind of ugly, yes. But I'm panting it's making me so horny to see it.
And to show exactly how long the freaky thing is, Taylor sits down, leans over, and starts sucking it -- a good three inches. No problem. He pulls his head up a bit so we can see the tip of his dick head. He waits a moment and then a quick spurt of liquid. Cum? I don't have time to ask when the spurt turns into a spray then a flow.
Taylor wraps his lips around himself as he pisses into his mouth. His cheeks fill slightly and he beckons to me. I come to him, press my lips against his, and taste his warm, salty, bitter piss as he pushes it into my mouth. Normally we swap piss but as soon as he's emptied his mouth in mine, he squeezes my lips shut and pulls away.
"Swallow it, Honey. That's funny. Swallow my honey, Honey," he laughs. "When you are done, I want you to lick and bathe my testicles and scrotum."
I've always loved Taylor's piss. I've been drinking it for 3 years now and it ranges in flavor from tasting like warm water to stinking, nasty bitterness. A lot depends on what he's been eating and drinking or what drugs he's been doing. There've been times when he's downed a ton of EcstasyPlus and I haven't had any. I drink his piss and I'm flying almost as much as he does.
I think this is one of those days cuz his piss is really bitter and nasty. Now you might not like that. Drinking bitter, nasty piss. But I've been drinking it for so long -- my own, Riley's, my Papa's and Uncle Tony's, my Scout Masters and clients and the other Scouts. I'm just a nasty piss drinker. I love the stuff. Almost as much as I like it even nastier. Like the Brown Room. But I won't tell you about that now because I know some of the guys reading about me don't like that.
Well, I barely get his foul piss swallowed than I get the beginnings of the "I love everything" feeling. And my little man hardens even more than it was. Oh yeah. E-Plus and a boner pill. My head's starting to grow big feeling then I remember Taylor wants me licking his balls and sack.
Last time I saw Taylor -- right before his trip to Europe to get his special surgery -- he had me lick him down there. I always enjoyed it because his balls were so small for a big kid. His Daddy had been torturing them for so long and giving Taylor special meds that they were like little shriveled up, dried peas. They were so weird it made me hot to suck 'em in my mouth. His sack wasn't that big, but with those tiny nuggets it seemed huge.
By now the hard rebar cock has softened and is now a long, skinny piece of tubing. Like the stuff we use in my science class. I kneel down to get to his wrecked jewels. Nothing! Absolutely nothing. All that's left is a four inch scar mark where Taylor's sack used to be. Taylor giggles like the girl he is.
"Daddy gave me everything I wanted, Sweetheart," he laughed. "He had the surgeons take my testicles and scrotum away. Would you like to hear all about it?" I nod in awe. Taylor takes his skinny tubing and starts swinging it around.
"You have no idea how good that feels, Mon Ami. It is like nothing I had ever felt before. I will tell you everything about the new me if you do me a favor." I nod eagerly. I know the tale will be as odd as Taylor, but I want to hear it.
Taylor stops swinging his tube around and places its head in my hand.
"I can do this myself, Sweety. But I want you to do it. Please insert my new, super glans into my rectum by way of my anal sphincter."
I ask him, "So you want me to put your own dick head up your own asshole?"
"Oh my. You have always been such a gauche little boy. If you must be that way, then shove my motherfucking cockhead into my putrid shit hole! Are you happy with my gross language?"
I'm laughing hard, hard enough that I loose a little bladder control. Not much, just enough to make a small wet spot on my khaki pants, a spot that nobody in the room misses seeing. And laughing at.
I slip Taylor's hose between his legs and using my middle finger force the man-sized cockhead through his asshole. I don't need to be told. I keep pushing as much of his freaky dick in until it's stretched tight across Taylor's taint. It's still soft but it's gotten a little chubby. I can see the urethra on the bottom vibrate and I touch it with a feather's touch. I know what he's doing!
"You're pissing in your own shit hole, Dude." I'm trying to be as gross as he is elegant and sissy in the way he talks.
"Yes. As you say, I am pissing in my own shit hole. But if you do not choose to speak like a little gentleman, I will not let you have any."
"Okay, Mr. Dude, sir. You're urinating into your rectum with your very own penis. Dude! You're fucking yourself. Tell me. Tell me. Please!"
At this point my hand isn't the only one feeling Taylor's piss flowing through his hose-like dick. Riley and two other boys gently touch the distended piss tube which is more noticeable on the freakishly thin penis.
"Daddy?" Taylor asks his father. "Tell them all the lovely details, please."
"Gladly, son. Long story or short story," he asks us boys. We all agree to hear the long story.
"Taylor is my son by a lesbian friend. I wanted a son because I love boys and thought raising one would be an enriching experience. I had no intention of having any sexual relations with him -- or other boys for that matter. I'd masturbate to boy porn but felt I'd never become involved with a boy sexually.
"Taylor changed all that. I pretty much kept to my word right after he was born except for deciding to raise him as a nudist. I kept him naked much of the time and just cleaned any pee or poop. His mother breast fed him, and I loved watching him suckle her naked. He'd always get a tiny infant boner when he did. Mari -- that's his mother's name -- showed me how much little boys love having their pee-pees stimulated while the suckled. She brought BabyTaylor to his first orgasm when he was a week old. She encouraged me to try it as well. Because of my proclivities -- that means how I felt about little boys -- I was afraid to start anything like that.
"Then, when he was about 2 months old, Baby Taylor got colicky right after he was fed. Mari couldn't stop his crying and told me it was my duty as a daddy to make him feel better. I reached for his little lump of a penis to rub it but she stopped me. 'Suck it,' she said. I took a deep breath and gave my precious son his first blow job. He stopped crying and orgasmed almost immediately.
"I couldn't stop. I sucked my little guy several times a day, every day. Often he rewarded me with his urine. One day when he was around a year old, I'd put him down for a nap. Normally he'd sleep for a couple of hours, then wake up crying. I'd bottle feed him while suckling his pee-pee. This time, though, he didn't cry when I expected him to. So I went into his room. I couldn't believe what I saw. He was lying on his back -- in a puddle of pee, I might add -- pushing his rattle in and out of his little baby poop hole. He was as stiff as a two-penny nail and about the same length. He was cooing and giggling as he fucked himself with his toy. I stood there for at least a half hour. Every few minutes, his body would shake in orgasm and he'd pee an arc of pee over himself.
"You can image how hard I was. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore. I stripped out of my clothes, lifted him out of his crib -- making sure he kept his hand on the rattle handle -- and laid him on the floor. I leaned over him head to foot and pushed my hard cock through his lips. He'd developed some teeth by then of course, so his suckling hurt. But you boys don't know this, I like getting as well as giving it. He was much too small for me to suck him, but I put my hand over his and proceeded to fuck him with his rattle as he sucked me, got an orgasm every few minutes, and sprayed his baby piss all over me, him, and the rug. Fortunately the pain of his chewing on my cock was enough to keep me from exploding into his mouth for a good 15 minutes.
"Finally, though, I couldn't help it. I didn't give any thought to pulling out. I hadn't had sex with another man for a month and hadn't jacked off for at least a week. Taking care of a one-year is tiring. So I flooded the poor guy. He tried to swallow, but gagged, coughed and spit. My splooge oozed from his little nose. I picked him up and made sure he wasn't choking for real. From that moment, I decided to raise my son how I really wanted to. Taylor started toddling over to me, grabbing my dangling cock, and asking for 'Dada baba. I'd blow off in his mouth once, twice, three times a day depending. I sucked him constantly and taught him to suck without his teeth. I started finger fucking him and using tiny dildos, knowing full well what I was prepping him for.
"I had a young friend, a man of 19 who looked 16, I enjoyed brutal sex with. Me giving, of course. I convinced him first to play out our sexual games with Taylor watching and eventually -- when Taylor was about 2 -- had him suck Bryan while I brutally fucked the lad on our living room floor. Bryan said he didn't want to do it at first. But he had a mind shattering orgasm with me dry fucking him and yanking on his ball stretcher while Taylor sucked him off. From that point on, Bryan was a constant participant."
By this point in Scout Master Chris's tale, Taylor had finished pissing up his shit hole. He pulls me to him and kisses me deeply.
"Brayden Sweety, do you wish to drink my rectal urine?" I know what he wants and eagerly nod my head. All us Scouts are used to doing nasty things like he's asking. Some of us even enjoy it. But I'm the only one who really loves it. "I'm sorry, though. Daddy washed me out earlier when he and four of his friends cleansed me with their urine and semen. So it won't have much flavoring. Sorry. Daddy can tell you more while you are doing it."
I kneel at his rear hole and gently pull his over-sized dick head out of his asshole. A brief squirt wets my face. I bet you're read some stories that described boy pee as being sweet or yummy tasting. It's not. Never. It's always a little nasty, sometimes nastier than others. And piss that's been up a butt, even if the butt's been hosed out, it always tastes nasty, kind of fishy. To be honest, if it tasted good I don't think I'd like it as much.
So anyway, I plant my lips at Taylor's bruised, puffy hole -- like it has been since I've known him. I poke my tongue in and he lets little squirts out at a time. Too much I wouldn't be able to drink it all. Taylor knows how to do this. We've done it since after we met. Cleaned out and not cleaned out. Both of us supplying and drinking. But this is the first time I've had Taylor's piss from Taylor's hole. Riley's kneeling beside me, face squinched up. He just doesn't see how I can be so nasty.
So Taylor's Daddy -- my Daddy and Riley's too since ours turned out to be such a jerk -- he picks up the story.
"Some boys," he continues "are just into pain. I've learned this from Taylor and my experience with boys over the past 15 years. I know Brayden and Markie are like that. Taylor is and was incredibly anal as well. He loved when I'd put sex toys in his rear end. He'd toddle to the 'toy box' and pick up a dildo or vibrator and bring it to me and ask, 'butt game' or something like that. That didn't stop him from playing on his own, though. I don't think there was a smallish toy he didn't push up his pooter. I was constantly washing his poop off them.
"So one day when Taylor was about four and a half, I was putting Bryan through some particularly nasty cock and ball tortures. Taylor had been watching me do this sort of thing with numerous victims for quite a while, but Bryan was one of his favorites. I had put his balls into a ball vice and shoved a huge electro-stim dildo into the young man's ass hole and an electro-sound down his piss hole. I turned up the current abruptly -- no slow increase to get him used to it -- and Bryan was twitching and yelling.
The next thing I know Taylor's beside me yanking on my hand. 'Do me, Daddy,' he's crying. He's got one of the sounds inserted fully into his urethra. Well, there was no way I would electro-stim such a small boy, but the vision of this not quite five year old with a metal rod stuck in his inch and a half penis was enough to bring both Bryan and me over the edge.
"It was obvious from that moment that Taylor not only liked anal stimulation, he was a little pain freak. About a year later, I was fixing dinner and I heard Taylor shrieking horridly from one of our bathrooms. I ran as fast as I could and when I got there I was shocked. This little almost-six year old was seated naked on the toilet, bawling and screaming. Tears poured down his face. I was about to rush to him but for some reason I stopped to look for a moment. Taylor had a double ball vise -- you know the kind that squeezes both balls between two pieces of plastic at the same time -- attached to his little pearls. His little pecker was as hard as I'd ever seen it.
"At first I thought he'd put it on imitating what I did with Bryan and had accidentally twisted the vise. But no, he sat there, screaming, crying, and dry heaving, deliberately twisting the vise slowly tighter and tighter. I yelled for him to stop but he didn't. Instead, he twisted the handle at least a full turn. I swear I could hear a snapping sound. I guess that final, ball crushing squeeze -- that and having Daddy there to see him -- pushed Taylor over the edge. He started jerking wildly, so hard he fell off the toilet onto the floor. I was sure he was seizing. But his pee-pee was spewing little boy pee, something he did and still does every time he cums.
"It wasn't a seizure. I could tell because through the cries and grunts, Taylor was begging me 'Hurt me, Daddy. Hurt me.' I couldn't refuse his pleas. I walked over to him and pressed the toe of my shoe firmly into his penis and testicles. That sent him into another cum pounding him right on top of the previous one. It was so strong, the little tyke passed out.
"I love my boy and I didn't want to hurt him permanently -- just to hurt him. So I released my toe and let him fall asleep on the floor in his puddle of piddle. Later that afternoon, I took Taylor to a doctor I knew who would be discreet. We'd shared a number of young boys throughout the years, boys running from 7 to early teens. Not not only vanilla sex. We'd gotten pretty rough with some of the older boys, those 8 and above. So, he knew my perverse pleasures.
"He checked Taylor's little nuts and pee pipe. I'd asked him to speak in front of Taylor since my boy tested as a genius early in his life and could understand what was being said. He said the balls hadn't been badly damaged but warned Taylor that if he kept it up, he would destroy them. If that happened, he advised, Taylor wouldn't go into puberty. Taylor knew what puberty was and as soon as the doctor gave him the news, he grabbed his little, bruised scrotum, twisted it, squeezing his little pearls as hard as his little hands could manage. My doctor friend rapidly pulled Taylor's hands away. I asked my little boy if he did want to destroy his nuts. He did. He didn't want to get hairy and smelly, he said.
"I asked if he wanted to be a little girl instead of a little boy. He'd been girly since he was very young, so I wondered if he was really transgender. 'No way,' my little boy said. He told me he loved his peepee. He told me he wanted it to be as long as an elephants trunk but he didn't care if he smashed up his balls and never got hairy or cummy.
"So he and I worked toward his goal. I -- and a very small group of very good friends -- tortured my poor little baby's testicles. They were pretty much useless by the time he was 10. I also gave him the same suppression shots Riley and Brayden are getting. Just in case."
By the time he says this, I've finished drinking Taylor's 'rectal urination' as he put it. Riley and I stare at Scout Master Chris.
"What'd ya mean, suppression shots?" I snap.
"Sorry guys," Scout Master Chris said. "I thought you knew. You and some of the other scouts get shots that keep you from going through puberty. Keeps you yummier for the clients.
I wasn't sure how I felt about that. I mean, how would you feel if you were me? Papa and Uncle Tony had said the shots were a special booster to keep us healthy when we did the sex stuff. I like not shooting sperms yet. But part of me wants to become a real teen. And part of me doesn't. Guess I'll have to talk to Uncle Tony when I get home. No use talking to Papa, though.
Scout Master Chris continues, "So in addition to the suppression shots, we gave Taylor shots that kept the corpus spongiosum growing longer while inhibiting the growth of the corpus cavernosum. This had the effect of giving Taylor the long, skinny prick he's had since he was around 12. It's what Taylor said he wanted from that eventful visit to the doctor. He wanted it even longer, but the shots had done all that they could.
"Shortly before his 17th birthday, I gave my boy what he'd been begging for. We went to a surgeon in Barcelona who does a large number of sex reassignment surgeries -- turns men into women and women into men. Using some discarded penile tissue, he reconstructed my boy's long, skinny penis into the freak show you see before you. But don't get me wrong, I love it. The doctors did a great job. I love how my girly boy plays with it, how he pushes it up his own pussy and other boys' pussies as well.
"But enough about Taylor's new toy. Let's talk about the new direction we're going to go today.
"You see, I want our troupe to be a real Boy Scout Troupe. Of course there's a lot we can't let the big organization know about, but this way we have greater reach -- both in terms of clients and boys. So today you young men are going to sell Boy Scout gift wrapping door to door. This is why you're wearing standard Scout uniforms. Each of you will also wear a pin that for a few select men will identify you as "special Scouts," ones who will go the extra mile, so to speak, for a man's deeper needs.
"If one of your customers says exactly these words 'My, but the Boy Scouts are recruiting some fine, young men,' you are to show him a good time. But, there is no anal today. Only hand jobs and sucking. And no darker games either. No pain. Got that, Brayden? Even if he wants it and you want it, not today."
"How come?" I ask.
"There's not enough time. And, I want Riley to like our version of the Scouts. I don't want him to be scared, hurt, or made to feel uncomfortable. Understand?"
I do understand. And now I rally understand how careful Scout Master Chris and the other Scout Masters are with us. When I was raped the first time and tortured the second, they really knew who I was. What I wanted. Needed. Maybe Riley can learn to like being hurt. Maybe even being the one who does the hurting. That's be cool. I love that. And I know he'll get fucked. But not today.
I can tell you, my brain is spinning. Riley and me are standing in front of what I heard Uncle Tony call a McMansion. We live in a pretty nice house since I started selling myself in the Boy Sluts. But nothing like this.
This whole entire bunch of houses is inside fences. Scout Master Nick calls it a gated community. Guess they want to keep low lifes like me and Riley out. Nick's drops us off with the catalog of wrapping paper and order forms. He tells us he'll be back in four to five hours and to sell as much of the paper as we can.
Riley's nervous cuz he knows we'll do more than just sell wrapping paper. But I make him feel better telling him he'll like it since there's no real butt stuff and from what Scout Master Tim said, we'll only have a couple or five of the sex stops.
Which seems true. We've already been to twelve houses and twelve of them ordered wrapping paper. Funny, though, they were all men and if you asked me to bet, I'd bet they were all gay men. But real nice. We even got tips and cookies. Sweet.
I ring the next doorbell. A man wearing only bright pink Speedos answers. You know what? He should NOT wear them. He's got more flab hanging over the waist band than I've seen in a log time. He looks at us and smiles.
"My, but the Boy Scouts are recruiting some fine, young men," he says. Then you won't believe it. He wiggles out of the Speedos and stands there naked. Out in public! With a fat, yummy looking uncut dick dangling between his legs. Looks a good 5 or 6 inches soft. Riley gasps.
"Don't worry, my loves. Nobody can see you here.I understand you are going to make me feel really good." He hefts his cock and waggles it at us. "I want the little one to do me in front. You, big boy, my asshole needs a good big boy tongue bath."
Riley doesn't look too happy about what he's gotta do, but I know he knows he's gotta do it. He kneels in front of the stranger, grabs the slowly inflating cock, and kisses the tip. I've seen him do this many times with Papa and Uncle Tony. And with a few of our friends and of course with me. But this is the first time with any other grown ups. He squinches his face up, pulls away, and spits. The man grabs Riley's head and pushes it hard against the tip.
"No, no, little one. This is what I paid for. For a little faggot boy to eat my cock cheese and suck my cock and swallow my cum. You understand?"
It looks to me like he's squeezing Riley's head pretty hard and Riley starts licking the smegma out of the man's thick foreskin. It looks like my brother's going to puke. But he keeps doing it. He's tasted Papa and Uncle Tony's head cheese a lot before, and it never really bothered him. So this must be really rank.
"You gotta love my cock cheese, boy. 've been letting it ripen for four days. And you there," he says grabbing my shoulder, "get to work on my asshole."
I scuttle around to the back and pull his fat ass cheeks apart. Whew! Nasty, stinky, sweaty. Obviously he didn't wipe since the last time he went. Now I'm glad I got this assignment. Poor Riley would have definitely puked. Me? I like it. I spend a good amount of time cleaning him up. He's moaning and breathing hard.
I hear Riley gag and stop for a moment. The man's no longer soft. His cock is now super hard and a good halfway down poor Ry-Ry's throat. Papa rough fucks his throat a lot, but Riley still gags. He's turning sort of blue-pink so I'm afraid he may faint from lack of oxygen. I'd love to watch, but I got a job to do. I dive back into the cleft of fat and start tongue fucking the nasty hole. I slip my pointer finger in beside my tongue and find the man's prostate. WOW! It's huge. I start poking at it and now the man's thrusting his hips back and forth. I can't see it but I know he's fucking Riley's throat. Hard. I can hear Riley gasping for breath and then gagging. Gasping for breath. Gagging.
The man starts yelling, "Mother fucking shit licking little slut. You sure know how to eat out an ass."
The way he's moving, the way his asshole's twitching and spasming, I know he's cumming. Finally the man drops to his knees, hard for a man his size. He's pulled Riley down with him by my brother's beautiful strawberry blond hair. Cum is oozing out of Riley's nose. Some has dripped on his shirt.
"Almost done, sweetheart," the man says. "I got one more thing to give you to thank you for the blow job." I know what he's going to do and crawl quickly to Riley's side.
"No, mister, please. He doesn't deserve it. I did the best job. Let me have it. PLEASE!"
The man pulls his cock from Riley's mouth and shoves it roughly between my lips. In a flash, he's spewing rotten, rancid, asparagus piss into my mouth. God how I love it. How good it is. How nasty. Putrid. I gulp as fast as I can until the flow slows and eventually stops. I wanted it all, but some leaked out of my mouth. My front is spattered. And smells like, well, like piss.
I look at Riley's shirt and mine. The man senses my problem. He smiles sweetly, not like the brute who mouth-raped my little brother.
"Don't worry about how you look. If you look at your route list, you have five more houses. We're all expecting something more than just wrapping paper. So a little cum, a little piss. Who's to care?"
The man is right. Riley and me visit five more houses and each one is one of our special customers. We don't make any money on them, but I know the Scouts are getting their share. All the remaining men are nicer than the first man. And as Scout Master Chris promised, no butt stuff. I'm kind of sorry because my hole is itching for some abuse by the time we're walking away from our last house. We're on our way to outside the gates so we can meet up with Scout Master Nick. We pass a house that wasn't on our list and the door opens. Two men in jeans and shirts wave to us.
"Hey, boys. Come here." When we get onto the door stoop, one man gives the pass phrase. I guess Scout Master Chris or Nick made a mistake and forgot to put this house on the list. I smile and nudge Riley. He smiles, too. We move closer.
"Hello sirs," I say. "What can we do for you."
In an instant, one of the men grabs me and drags me into this big fancy house. I hear Riley shriek like he does in bad dreams. I turn around and see the other man dragging my brother in, his hands clamped securely on Riley's junk. From the way Riley's screaming, I know his nuts are being crushed.
I struggle to get away. The man holding me does nothing but squeeze my arm tightly.
"Listen, boy. The more your fight, the worse it gets for the little shit-ass of a brother. Understand?"
The other man lifts Riley off his feet by the iron grip he's got on Riley's crotch. I can't believe what I'm seeing. He's twisting and jerking my little brother around in the air by his balls.
"Please, Brayden. Do as he says. Please. He's killing me. They're going to rip them off. Please."
I stop fighting and drop to my knees.
"Please let my brother go," I plead. "Please."
The man holding Riley drops him onto the floor. Riley gasps and fights for air. I rush to him and he seems okay except that the drop knocked the air out of him.
I look at the two men, "Scout Master Chris said there wouldn't be any rough stuff not with Riley. And no fucking neither. Do me but leave Riley alone. Scout Master Chris promised."
Just then two other me walk in. They're completely nude. And heavily tatted all over their bodies. Neither is hard but they've both got substantial dangles. Not as big as Scout Master Chris, but bigger than Papa or Uncle Tony.
The biggest of the new guys walks over to me, grabs me by my chin and makes me look up at him. He hocks deep into his throat and spits right on my face.
"This Scout Master Chris dude is a pussy, you know," he says. "And he don't got nothing to do with you from now on. You two little cunts are mine and my friends. I paid for you both. Fair and square. You're mine. We'll do what we want with you over the next five days because that's what I paid for. And I didn't guarantee your old man I'd bring either of you back alive. So you both better be good. Got it?"
Riley's whimpering on the floor. He's pissed himself. And he'd probably have done more if he hadn't been cleaned out. Fuck! I have to fight back my own piss. I won't give 'em the pleasure. But I know our hell -- Riley's and mine -- is just starting.
Hey, friends, it turns out that the rest of my story is a little too much for Loliwood. But the archivist has been really nice and is allowing me to tell you where you can find the last two chapters of the story.
Now let me tell ya, they're rough. Really rough. But...
Well, I guess if you want to know if me and Riley come out okay, you'll have to go over to the site where my friend Antonio Green has the full story posted. If you're interested, here's the link.
Just so you know, I really do appreciate that the Archivist would let me do this. Loliwood ROCKS!
Brayden. (And thanks, Antonio Green for getting this posted)
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