Strings and Sacks, Inc. - Chapter
By Sir Cum Sizemore
copyright 2006 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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"Boys get in your mesh thongs. Mr. Milfinger is coming to pick you up for the day. He and his staff are going to teach you how to walk on the runway during the show and they will be examining your bodies to make sure everything is alright." Andrea took charge.
"Are they going to feel our dicks and stuff like that? Man, I don't want another guy touching me there." Sammy asked.
"Yes, I'm sure they are. And, you, my little friend, will let them do whatever they want. You will also do whatever you're told. I'm going to give Mr. Milfinger the strap to keep handy in case you don't mind. Understand?" Sharon fired back. With that Susan nodded in agreement so her son got the message loud and clear. "You will probably be spending a lot of time completely nude today. So get used to it." Sharon continued.
Sammy in his cocky way responded, "Well, if he whips us, our butts will be striped for the fashion show and you won't like that, will you?"
"Listen you better change that attitude or I'll stripe if for you before you go," Susan corrected her son, "Besides, he has make up people who will cover up your little red welts for the show. Don't push it, buster."
"Yeah, well I don't want any makeup on me. That's gay." Steven added in support of his age mate's objections.
"Well then, do as you're told and you won't have that problem," Sharon replied.
Karen, Shaqueta, and Jaime entered from the adjoining room with the twins. Karen was carrying the strap and Teddy had tears in his eyes. There were three clearly visible red stripes across his buttocks. Andrea looked at her daughter quizzically, "He needed to be persuaded to put up the video game and get his thong on."
There was a knock at the door and Marjorie entered with a tray of coffee for the women. She was accompanied by Donny Milfinger and his chauffeur. "Look who I found in the lobby when I came back." She hollered as she entered the room. "Uh oh, looks like my little Teddy gave Karen some trouble. Huh?"
"Just a little. I took care of it." The preteen replied.
"I see you did. Good for you." Then Marjorie turned to Milfinger, "And, you, Sir, must promise to do the same if he or his brother gives you a difficult time. I mean it, I expect you to whip the fire out of their bare backsides if they don't mind. In fact, we all expect that for our sons. Right girls?"
"She's right, Mr. Milfinger, you must take the strap with you and you or your chauffeur can blister their asses if they don't mind." Sharon reaffirmed.
With that Karen handed the chauffeur the strap. He looked to his boss for direction.
"We'll take it, but I'm sure we won't need to use it. At least, I hope we don't." Milfinger placated the women. The twirling Steven around, he said, "Aren't they just so adorable in those thongs? Look Charles, those cute little butt cheeks and the teasing feel of the mesh showing those little packages. Oh look, Steven here is hard as a rock. I just love these. Why didn't we think of mesh and thongs a long time ago? If we'd put our emblem on them and they would have sold. Little boys around the globe would lose any modesty they had and would truly get the message their bodies belonged to the world. Screw privacy."
"Mr. Milfinger, could I speak with you in the next room for a minute?" Susan asked.
"Why all the secrecy all of a sudden?" Andrea half teased.
"I just want to speak to him about something he asked about Sammy, yesterday. It has nothing to do with any of the rest of you."
With that Milfinger walked to the adjoining room. Susan shut the door. The other three women just stared at each other and shrugged their shoulders. Sharon suspected what the topic of that conversation was, but refused to betray her talk with Susan the previous day.
"Look, Donny, may I call you Donny?" Susan began.
"Look, Donny, yesterday you seemed troubled about our prohibition of you sexually engaging our boys."
"Yes, but I understand. It's just, I'm attracted to little boys and I guess I was a bit forward to think any mother would let a grown man sodomize their little boy. What kind of an animal wouldn't understand maternal protectiveness?"
"Don't try to schmooze me. You were fishing and hoping at the same time. Weren't you? Don't act as though such behavior is above you. We both know it isn't. I'll bet you have done that to other little boys, but I'm not going to put you on the spot. Just let me say, the women feel it's perverted and they do have some misgivings about letting their children go with you."
"I wouldn't do that to those boys against their mothers' wishes. You all made it clear, it's off base. I'm not going to do anything but a little fondling. I promise."
"Well, that's the thing."
"What? You've changed your minds about letting me examine their packages?"
"No, you can still do that. But, I think I might consider letting you fuck Sammy under certain circumstances. I kind of find the idea a turn on. You know getting his little cherry popped while he's ten. What the hell, I loved watching his penis get relieved of its little sweater. I was disappointed the doctor anesthetized it first. I think a little pain would have amused me. I don't know why, it just would have. Tell me if you fuck him will it hurt?"
"Well, it will be painful for a little while, but once his anus gets used to the intrusion, he should find it somewhat pleasurable."
"You'd pull out before you shoot your wad wouldn't you?"
"Well, I can't promise that. You know you get lost with the emotion of the moment. Pulling out is almost unnatural and nearly impossible once a guy gets going. If that's what you wanted, I promise, I'd try."
"Do you have AIDS?"
"No, I don't have AIDS. What kind of an animal would want to pass that on to a child?"
"What kind of animal would want to fuck a child?" Susan countered.
"Look, Susan, I told you I won't fuck your boy. Just don't worry about it."
"What if I said you could, if you let me watch?"
"I don't know. I don't know if I'd want you to watch."
"If you let me and possibly my daughter watch you do it, I might consider it."
"What? You want me to fuck Sammy in front of his mother and sister? What in the hell is that all about? It's kind of private and intimate. It's not a porn show for the family. Talk about sick. That's really sick."
"Well, that's the way it would have to be. Just think about it. Oh, and keep it to yourself. The other women are adamantly against it. Remember, they won't let their kids go, if you even suggest such a thing. Be especially careful not to let on to Sharon. She thinks it's sick that I would even consider it. She told me pimping your own kid out is lower than low. By the way, what could happen if the law finds out?"
"Well, here in France, it's not looked upon very favorably. It is against the law, but not nearly the problem it would be in the States. Besides, by the time it became an issue, if it did, you and Sammy will be back home and it wouldn't be pursued. I don't think it'd be a problem."
"Well, just between the two of us, just imagining my son popping a boner with those legs hiked up and that little bulbous sack riding above an adult penis shoved in his little hole is a turn on. Just thinking about that cute little face all scrunched up in agony and the accompanying moaning and groaning both of pain and pleasure is a really arousing mental image. And, I must admit watching you climax and shoot your wad into his body is oh, God, making me wet just thinking about it."
"Susan you're a sick woman, but, I'll think about it." Milfinger teased as he patted her shoulder. "Now, let's get the boys together. I've got a lot of playing to do today." Opening the door the two reentered the now over crowded other suite.
Milfinger asked the chauffeur to escort the boys to the car, "Charles make sure they mind. You've got the strap." The chauffeur just shrugged and gathered the apprehensive youth and ushered them to the elevator. Their bare backsides bobbing back and forth and the mesh sacks providing support to their boy packages plastering both Timmy and Steven's erect penises against their pubis'.
"Ladies you and the girls have a good day shopping. I'll take good care of your sons." Then with a wink, "And, Susan, I'll get back to you on our discussion." With that he left.
Sharon approached Susan, "You didn't? Did you?"
"You know what. You didn't give in to the desire to destroy your son's sexual future."
"What are you talking about, his sexual future?"
"You didn't tell him he could fuck Sammy, did you?"
"Well, Sharon, I love you like a sister, but that isn't any of your business. He is my son, isn't he?"
"Yeah, well I have a love for him and see him as part of our collective family. Allowing him to take it up the ass is just not right. If he chooses that after he's grown that's one thing. But forcing it on him that's totally another. Tell me you didn't pimp out your son."
"Let's not talk about it."
"You did! You did. I know by the conversation and the look on your face. You told him he could pop Sammy's cherry didn't you?"
"Yeah well boys don't have a cherry." Susan folded her arms and couldn't look her friend in the eye.
"You know what I mean. It's a term for stealing his virginity. And, you gave him permission to take it. You ought to be ashamed. What if he ends up with AIDS or some weird STD? Huh? Huh?"
"He doesn't have AIDS!" Susan was quick to defend.
"How do you know? Did you take him to a clinic? Did he show you a lab report? How do you know?"
"He told me he didn't."
"Like he'd tell you if he did. How can you be so lame? You're letting a man fuck your son. I mean, a strange man at that. Why would you? Why would you, Susan? This isn't simple fondling, I mean he's going to hurt him, blow his wad and ruin your son's sexual future. I can't believe you'd stoop that low. I mean giving Steven a blow job wasn't bad. It didn't hurt him. But letting some stranger put his dick up your son's ass. How could you?"
Susan caved to the pressure of her friend's interrogation, "I just was curious about it. I wanted to watch him do it. You know, how it looks and if Sammy would eventually enjoy the experience. It definitely makes me hot just thinking about it. I think the initial pain can't be much worse than the whippings we allow the girls to give him. Who knows maybe he'd like it. Besides, he won't do it to him unless I can watch." With that she shrugged her shoulders and went into the sitting room where the others were gathered leaving Sharon in the bedroom shaking her head in disgust.
Donny and Charles led the boys from the car in the parking garage to the elevator. Once inside, he put his key in the console and hit the button for the twelfth floor which was totally dedicated to his apartment. As the door opened the boys were in awe. There before them was a wall of glass overlooking the city of Paris and the Eiffel Tower. A large wet bar occupied a prominent position to their left and comfortable leather covered furniture adorned the area facing the view. "Charles would you get the special 'vitamins' for the boys? We'd like to see those little penises grow tall and healthy now wouldn't we?"
Charles returned with a bottle of blue pills. The boys were each given some of the medication. "Steven might not even need it. He's hard again. Boy do you stay hard like that all the time?" Milfinger asked. "Why don't you take off your thong, Steven? Give that little hard on a breather." Uncertain of the consequences of refusal to follow directions Steven undid the bow which secured the strings and sack to his body as the other boys watched. The thong fell to the floor. His penis popped forward. "Charles is going to give you some vitamins. You need to take them now and we'll give you more just before the show tomorrow night." The servant gave each of the boys a glass of cola and a blue pill. Without question each popped the pills and washed them down.
"Steven, please go over and take Sammy's thong off of him." Milfinger instructed.
"He can do it himself. All he has to do is pull the string." Steven half innocently replied.
"Steven, I said you go to take it off him. Now get over there and do as you're told. Do I need the strap?"
"No, Sir." Steven approached his friend and pulled the string on the bow. The thong descended to the floor. Sammy's penis popped forward in a most hardened posture.
"Charles, I don't know if it's the 'vitamin' or just the exposure but that's exquisite. Don't you think?"
It was evident Charles was somewhat uncomfortable with the situation. He didn't share his penchant for young boys as did his employer.
"Whatever you say Sir. May I retreat to take care of servicing the auto?"
"Oh, sure Charles. You can give us our privacy. How about bringing in lunch for the boys. Shall we say pizza at noon?"
"As you wish, Sir."
"After lunch we'll take them out to the fountain in the square and let them play nude for awhile. Might as well share their beautiful bodies with all of Paris for the afternoon."
"Yes, Sir. I'll get towels to cover the seats."
"Very well, Charles. And, oh, where'd you put that strap? Just in case I need it."
"Over there on the bar, Sir."
"Great. Have a good day."
The chauffeur left. "Boys come over here. Sammy and Steven, your mothers have told me that you are good at grooming the little ones' butt holes. Is that true?"
Hoping to avoid such an activity Steven looked perplexed. Sammy just shrugged his shoulders with his palms up turned. "Yeah, they lick our butt holes. Remember when you had to lick our butt holes?" Teddy shouted with a smile on his face.
"Well now, how about you big boys get the little ones cleaned up?"
With that Teddy anxious to feel the pleasure he'd remembered from days before was quick to pull the string on his thong. His erect penis bounced forward. Timmy seeing his brother, followed suit.
"How about you two, Sammy and Timmy, go over on that couch. And Steven and Teddy can use this one. Now, I'd like for you to groom their little rods and their ball sacks first. You need to vacuum them really well. That means suck them hard after a good wet licking first. Get started now. Sammy you'd better have Timmy hard in the next minute or I'm going to whip both of you. Steven you already have Teddy hard as a rock so you've got a lucky break. Now spread their little legs and get started."
With those instructions and the threat of punishment the boys began licking their little charges from anus to glans and back. Sammy was quick to engulf Timmy's erect penis into his mouth and move his mouth up and down the stiff little rod. Timmy's eyes were glued in a fixed pleasurable gaze on the ceiling of the apartment as Sammy continued his grooming work. Over on the other couch Steven was busy licking Teddy's anus as the little boy groaned with pleasure and held the same facial expression and gaze as his look alike.
"Put his penis in your mouth too, Steven. Suck that thing right on in all the way. It'll fit. Sammy has been doing it to his brother now you do it for him." Milfinger coached the eleven year old. "That's it. Now keep your lips around it and move your mouth up and down use you tongue to lick as you do it. Oh, much better Steven."
The boys continued to 'wet vac' their younger clients as Milfinger looked on. Suddenly Timmy's bare backside rose off the surface of the couch and he inhaled loudly and then groaned on the exhale as his toes curled and his legs extended in the pleasure of the dry orgasm.
"Excellent Sammy, excellent. Keep working on it Steven. I want to see Teddy do the same thing his brother just did. Suck hard. Suck harder, you can do it." No sooner had the boy complied by increasing the suction and lip pressure, than Teddy's body went through the same contortions as his brother had only moments earlier. "Very good, Steven. Very nice. Did you little boy's like that?" Teddy was still speechless, but Timmy responded with an affirmative head nod. "Well that's good, now I want you to switch places and you pleasure the big boy's the same way." Following instructions the boys switched positions and the little boys began pleasuring the older. "Now I want you to shove your tongues all the way up the boys' holes. You just keep doing it until I tell you to stop.
Almost immediately Steven started to groan as Teddy's tongue penetrated the hole that had been well lubricated with the little boy's saliva. "Oh yes, Teddy, yes that good. Keep licking I don't want anything brown showing on that hole when you're finished you lick it pink." On the other couch Timmy was still working on the initial insertion. "Timmy, keep trying lick around and around until it let's you in. Come on Timmy you can do it." Sammy just lay there making pleasurable sounds. Eventually his little suitor managed to penetrate the muscles at the 'gate'. Sammy groaned even louder with pleasure. "Okay, now you little ones start licking the ball sacks and their little lollipops. Just lick away. Oh Timmy that's good you remembered how good that felt. That's it honey put that thing all the way in and then yeah, up and down, up and down. Good boy, Timmy." Hearing the reinforcing remarks, Teddy began his assault on the Steven's hard member. "Good Teddy, that's right. Keep going. We must get a video tape of this exercise later today."
Eventually, both Steven and Sammy had orgasms simultaneously.
"Okay, little one's let's get those thongs back on. Charles will be up in a few minutes to take us out on the town."
As instructed the boys, all sporting very hard erections adorned themselves with the mesh thongs pressing their penises up against the pubis. After helping Teddy tie his thong, Milfinger gently squeezed the little one's glans through the mesh. "Do you boy's want a soft drink while we wait for Charles?" He led them to the bar.
Charles arrived moments later as the boy's nursed their colas. "Drink up. We're burning daylight and I want to show you off to Paris." The six males headed toward the elevator.
The fountain was located in one of the busiest areas of Paris. As the boys exited the limo they began getting amused inspections by adult passersby. To Steven's wonderment there weren't any signs of disgust, disapproval or appellation on the faces of anyone. They walked to the side of the fountain where Charles was quick to order the thongs to be removed. To their surprise they were not the only nude boys at the fountain so it made it a little easier to accept. Though for both Steven and Sammy, it appeared they were the oldest nudes present. All of the little girls were at least clothed in swimming bottoms or underpants. But surprisingly didn't bat an eye as the new group of male meat arrived to play. A little one who appeared to be five or six, upon visually examining Steven and Teddy questioned her mother in French. The mother responded at length and pointed out Sammy and Timmy as well. As Steven had a perplexed look on his face as he watched the interchange, Milfinger said, "She wants to know why your penises look different from the other boys here. Her mother is explaining circumcision to her." He then looked at the mother and spoke something in French and the little girl after a nod from her mother grabbed Steven's dick and fingered the head. "Let her look. She's just interested in your tip." Interested indeed she used her index finger to press against the urethra in an attempt to explore the novel little slit. Milfinger explained something to her in French. Then she moved her hands to his scrotum and gently felt until his testicles began to slide around inside and she grinned. Satisfied she went back about her playsplashing and kicking the water.
The boys' thongs did not go unnoticed. Quickly several mothers expressed interest in the items for their sons and other male relatives. It was his first unofficial marketing indicator.
One grandmotherly woman spoke to him in heavily accented English, "Usually we have to go to Montalivet to be able to watch such cute children run around naked. It is good to see you designers have gotten some sense about little boys' fashion. Hopefully, this is an end to all clothing that inhibits our viewing their cute little genitals. Oh, I'd love to spank that dark one's backside. Just to feel those globes would be an indescribable treat."
"Sammy, Sammy, come over here and let this lady feel your bottom." Donny hollered at the boy. Sammy shook his head in a negative manner and Charles snapped the belt together to emphasize it wasn't a request but an order. Thinking better of his initial response the boy ran to the waiting adults his penis bouncing to each side as he alternated legs. Upon arriving at the bench the woman reached out and pulled the boy so his erect penis was inches from her nose. She reached around and began rubbing his butt cheeks. Momentarily she kissed his glans. It was followed by still another peck. Each time it seemed to stretch a quarter inch more in length than it was before her kiss. After each kiss his little stick bounced to and fro. Then the lady reached around and cradled his ball sack, gently squeezing its contents. Finally she pinched the pouch and stretched it downward exposing two little lumps. She said something in French as she gently massaged the lumps with the index finger of her right hand.
"Thank you, boy, for letting me touch you." She playfully slapped his bottom and Donny nodded his agreement that he could leave and resume the activities he was involved in before the interruption.
After leaving the fountain the boys were assisted in getting their thongs back on. They were given the matching waist length mesh t-shirts and sandals. The foursome was then paraded around the city streets. Again, they caught glances and occasionally a passer would ask Milfinger where they could get similar attire for their children. It was really evident these would sell in Paris. Those who recognized the designer specifically asked if they were a new line of his kids' clothing. He hinted that they would be.
At six o'clock, Andrea and Susan arrived to pick up the boys. As they ushered them to the door with thanks of the host, Susan stayed back momentarily.
"Okay, you can watch. I'll have Charles pick you three up at eight tonight." Milfinger whispered to her.
"I've thought about it. Shaqueta won't be coming. It'll be just the two of us."
"Whatever. Charles will be by to pick you up at eight o'clock."
Later that evening, as the group finished dinner, Susan announced that she and Sammy had a special project to attend and Milfinger had offered to have them chauffeured. Sammy unaware of the nature of the project just smiled and with a look of pride to taunt the other children. Sharon glared at Susan knowing full well what the 'special project' was.
As they left the table Sharon approached Susan and whispered, "Susan, you're sure about this? You're going to do this to your son."
"Yeah, I'll give you a full report when we get in late tonight, or maybe tomorrow morning. I'm horny and this is certainly a release."
"I just want you to know, I don't approve. But, if you're determined to do this I can't stand in the way. Just be careful!"
When they returned to the hotel, Charles was standing beside the limo parked directly in front of the hotel. "Miss Susan, any time you're ready."
"Hey, if you don't mind, keep an eye on Shaqueta. I'll let you know when we'll be back."
Shaqueta whined her desire to go with her mother and brother. It was evident from her face she felt he was getting something she was being denied. "I want to come too."
"You stay with the others. This is a private time for Sammy and me. I'll take you someplace when we get home, but today is for Sammy."
Sammy dressed in his mesh shirt and blue short shorts, beamed with delight in the privilege he felt he was getting. As his mother finished her conversation he climbed in the limo.
Andrea, also oblivious to the purpose of the outing, smiled and said, "You two have a good time Shaqueta will be fine."
Susan followed her son. The door shut and the limo was on the way.
"Holy shit! I've never seen such a beautiful place," Susan was unable to hide her awe as she got off on the twelfth floor. Looking out the window the city of Paris was lit up and the Tower prominently stood centered in the wall of glass.
"Pretty, isn't it?" Milfinger entered the room. "Can I get you a drink?" He walked behind his bar. "Sammy you know where the soft drinks are. Go help yourself. Oh, and Sammy, here, take another vitamin. Matter of fact, I think I'll take one too. Might make tonight even more enjoyable." The designer handed the boy another blue pill.
"Was that 'vitamin' what I thought it was?" Susan gave a cheeky grin.
"Well, let's just say I tell the boys it'll help their penises grow healthy and tall."
Susan took a glass of white wine from the host and plopped down in a recliner which faced the window. She was still awed at the view and sat staring at the lights of the city. Sammy sat on the couch facing his mother. He wasn't as interested in the view.
"Sammy, I do like those shorts." Milfinger commented.
"I don't. They're too short. None of the other boys wear shorts like these."
"You might just find you're ahead of your time. In a year of two, all boys your age will be wearing shorts that short. I'd almost bet on it. They'll be copying you. Their mothers will be making them and then they'll grow to like them. Don't you like them?"
"No, I'm not allowed to wear underwear. Other people can see my wiener." He complained.
"I thought you'd be used to that after wearing that thong around."
"No, I hate those too. The girls giggle at me and the boys tease me. And, my mother lets anybody who wants feel my private parts."
"Honey, how many times do I have to tell you? You don't have any private parts. You're a boy and boys don't need modesty. Get used to it. You didn't tell Mr. Milfinger you'd be wearing those to school next year. Or that you and the other boys at your school will have to wear the mesh thongs for P.E. Remember, Mrs. Cantfield said it was to be the uniform for all boys at the school?"
"Aw, Mom, I don't want to go there next year."
Milfinger reentered the conversation, "So you don't like having to wear those things?"
"No. The P.E. teacher is a lady and the girls get to see the boys things when we play. Sometimes we have to have P. E. together and dance with the girls. They're going to grab us, I just know they will."
"Well, Sammy, someday you'll like having the girls grab your penis and testicles or your butt. It'll be good practice for you." Milfinger tried to reason. "Tell you what. Why don't you take those shorts off so I can have a closer look?"
"I'll just come over and you can look okay?"
"Sammy, what did he tell you?" Susan snapped.
With that Sammy stood up and pulled the shorts down exposing his now erect member.
"Take them all the way off and give them to Mr. Milfinger, now! Then get that shirt off. I want you to spend the rest of the night naked." She directed.
As the boy walked toward the host he felt a gentle hand grabbing his penis. "Oh my, I think he's so hard it must hurt. Here, let me rub it for awhile and make it feel better." With that the man took the boy by the arm swung him around and brought him down on his lap. Lifting Sammy's right leg he forced it over his own so the boy was straddling his lap and facing the window. Reaching around he took the boy's ball sack and gently rolled the contents as his hand moved up the hardened shaft. Twirling the glans between his thumb and forefinger he remarked as how rubbery it felt. "So, Sammy, your mother tells me you used to have skin covering this. Did it hurt when the doctor cut it off?"
"No." The boy responded with a questioning tone.
"Do you like it this way? I sure do."
"It's okay now, but it was scary when they did it to me. Now, I look like the other boys. When I have to get naked in front of them they don't stare as much because it looks the same as theirs."
"You know, if you lived here, it'd be the different one. Most of the boys here keep the skin over their tips. If you were here, your mother might have had a different opinion." As he continued his finger returned to the scrotum and began the gentle manipulation of the boy's testicles. Then his hand moved between the boy's legs and Sammy could feel the man's middle finger as it pressed slightly against his hole. There was an immediate response which sent his muscles to extension. "Relax, Sammy, you'll like this I promise." As his finger tip traced the rim of the anus. Susan hearing this broke her trance of staring out the window at the view and began observing as her son's suitor began playing with her son's entrance. Moving across the room for a seat with a better view, she could see the man's finger tips as they revolved around the opening. As bargained Donny pulled her son's body back into his chest as he reclined and then threw the boys legs even wider over the arms of the chair.
"I assume this is foreplay?"
"Yes it is. And, I'm loving it. I should have my finger "in" momentarily and then I'll play for a while to get the hole relaxed and expanded."
"I can tell from your tent that this is working for you too."
"Well it's either that or the blue vitamin." Milfinger laughed.
The circular tracing stopped and the finger pressed against the boy's hole. At that moment Milfinger's hand disappeared down the side of the chair and came back up coated in what appeared to be petroleum jelly. Gently he rubbed a coating around Sammy's hole.
"What are you doing?" Sammy demanded with a panicked look.
"Have you ever had anyone put their finger in your butt?"
"Yeah, Karen and the girls do it. My sister does it to me too. Mom makes me let them."
"Well, I'm going to do that. But I'm going to make it so it slides in and doesn't hurt. It hurts when the girls do it, doesn't it?"
"Yeah. Especially when the stick two in at the same time."
"We're going to just start with one, Sammy." As he said that, the boy jumped as the finger was forcefully driven home. "See, now that wasn't bad was it?" The finger was forced further into the boy's rectum. He could feel the intruder as it felt around inside. What he hated most was the unquestionable feeling that he was going to shit. But, as the finger explored the feeling went from immediacy to pleasure. Soon the other hand began to compliment the intruding digit by stroking the erect penis.
Susan was doing all she could not to drool as she watched with her mouth open. She was completely unaware of her hand fondling her own crotch as she watch the sensual interplay between the hunter and the hunted. "Oh God, this is great. Oh, oh, just keep working on him."
At this point Sammy was breathing heavily. He had left his overly alert stage and now had his head resting comfortably on his suitor's chest. Sitting motionless as the fondling continued his gaze was fixed on the ceiling. Suddenly, his body jerked and Milfinger felt the muscle contract around his finger as the boy's thighs left the contact of the man's lap. A mild groan was heard.
"You liked that, huh?" Milfinger whispered.
"Yeah," came the return whisper. The tone indicated the boy had lost all sense of modesty and was ready for a second experience. Milfinger withdrew his finger and again ran his hand to the jar of lubricant sitting on the floor next to the chair. As he brought them up, both the middle and index fingers were coated. Again, pressure was applied to the now easily accessible anus. More pressure and both fingers were shoved forcefully upward causing the boy to grunt in pain. Slowly, the two fingers were shoved in and withdrawn and then shove in again. Over and over the rhythmic in and out action was repeated, the hole was gradually stretching to accommodate the intrusion.
Susan was again rubbing her vulva through her jeans. Her eyes were affixed to the sight of the stroking motion being applied to her son.
"Sammy, I'm going to have to take off my clothes too. My penis is very hard and I need to give it some room. You need to get up for a minute and go over to your mother." Then raising the boy from his lap he stood him up and pushed him gently toward his mother. "Just keep working him for a few minutes while I undress. Milfinger excused himself to his bedroom. Susan began stroking Sammy's erect penis and whispering softly.
"Did you like that?" Susan inquired.
"It hurt when he started, but now if feels pretty good." Sammy replied.
Milfinger returned in a robe. His bare legs showing below were indicative of his nude state. His penis poked the robe outward as he returned. Then he undid the cloth belt of the robe and his penis came into view. Spreading the robe open he removed it. Susan just gasped at the eight inch erection based in a tuft of hair. Two balls were evident in the loose scrotum below. She couldn't help mumbling, "My, my, my "
Sammy got a panicked look. "What's he going to do, Mom?"
"Relax, Honey, you'll like it. He's going to make you feel real good."
Having heard of such behavior the boy apparently was able to put two and two together. "No, please Mom, no. Don't let him." Tears began to trickle down the boy's cheeks as he tried to retreat further into his mother's cleavage. "I don't want him to do that. Please, Mom, I'm not gay. I'm not gay." Tears went the way of bawling. "Please, please "
He felt the man's hand on his shoulder as he tried to bury his head into his mother's chest. "Sammy, it's okay. We'll go real slowly. I will try to make sure it doesn't hurt. I love you, Sammy and I want to show you how much."
"I don't want you to. Please Mom. Don't let him." The boy's hands were now firmly clenched around his mother's arms.
"Sammy, it's going to happen. Now let go and let him work with you. He's not going to do anything just yet." Susan tried to reassure her son, but his grip tightened around her upper arms. "Sammy, that hurts. Now let go and let him feel your boy parts. Stop it!" She repeated in an angry tone, "Stop it, Sammy! Let go of me."
Firmly but gently, Milfinger raised the frightened boy and pried his fingers from his mother's arms. Again, he retreated to the lounge chair. With the boy sitting spread eagle across his lap. His hands began manipulating the boy's penis and testicles. Slowly, the boy went from reaching and pulling in an attempt to return to the perceived protection of his mother to relaxing a little as Milfinger's touch created a pleasurable sensation. Gently the man's hands moved the legs to spread even wider as they straddled the arms of the chair. Again, the fingers entered the boy's anal opening. After fifteen minutes of working the anal muscles, Donny whispered, "Now, Sammy, I'm going to put you on that table over there and I'm going to show you how I want you to hold your legs."
"No, no, please, no. I'm not gay. Please don't do this to me."
"Oh Sammy, cut it out. It won't hurt. Don't be such a wuss." Susan shouted.
Milfinger lifted the boy and moved him to a cloth covered table in the center of the kitchen dining area. As he placed the boy down on his back, Sammy again began to cry audibly and continued to beg not to do this. Despite the boy's cries, Donny worked his legs upward and physically prompted the boy to hold them in position. He pulled the boy toward the edge of the table, then spreading his legs wider he began fingering the anus again. "Now Sammy, you just keep those legs right where I put them. Susan, would you bring the jar of petroleum jelly over here please."
Responding immediately she brought the jar.
Donny relased his hold on Sammy's legs, "Just make sure he doesn't move." Susan jockeyed into a position to monitor her frightened son's vulnerability. Gently she held his hands in place behind his knees. Milfinger lubed up his erect penis. Then dabbing left over lubricant on the boy's anal area he reinforced the child. "Okay, that's good." Susan took a position to the side of the table which gave her a clear view over her son's penis to his anal area.
"Sammy, this might hurt just a little bit, but then it won't hurt anymore. Understand?"
"Yes, please don't, please. I'll do whatever you want, but don't " His begging was cut short at the feel of an object butting firmly against his hole. "Noooo, please ." Tears and snot continued to pour out of his eyes and nostrils. The erect sheathed penis was then pressed a little more as the anus permitted the tip entry. "Owwwwww, owwww," more pressure was applied as the next inch of the phallus made entry. "It hurts, stop, it hurts, pleeeeeazzzzz ." Another shove and another inch was engulfed.
"Oh my God. Look at that would ya!" Susan was transfixed. "Shove it to him. Make his scream." Her hands were down the front of her pants as she watched. "Go ahead make him hurt."
Another thrust was followed by a shrill scream. Sammy's face was clinched in agony. "Almost there Sammy, you're doing good." Donny coached. Four inches remained. As the boy's colon adjusted two more thrusts were made and the penis was fully engulfed. Sammy continued to scream in pain.
Susan seeing this was truly in awe. "Make him pay. Go ahead." The sadistic remarks were coming from a 'mother' who was truly more concerned about her own arousal than her son's predicament. "Shove it further. Go ahead."
Realizing it was in as far as it would go, Milfinger ignored the directives. He began to pull his penis back out. After two inches he again shoved it home. Sammy groaned in pain as his pleas for cessation continued. Next the penis was withdrawn four inches, the shaft was covered in a mixture of fecal matter and blood. It was again shoved home. After four or five more withdrawls, the penis began to glide back and forth more easily. Milfinger's hips began a rhythmic back and forth motion. Sammy's screams were now groans of a mixture of anticipation and unexpected pleasure rather than pain.
"Oh, look, you can see where your dick is in his belly there. I can see it when it comes in." Susan resisted the temptation to place her hand on her son's abdomen to feel the intrusions.
The back and forth was accompanied by an audible 'slap' as pubis met buttocks. Milfinger's eyes were transfixed. Suddenly he grabbed the boy's hips and forcefully pulled him toward his pubis as his own butt cheeks clenched and relaxed. Each time he'd thrust harder as he grabbed the boys thighs and pulled him tight against his pubis. The heavy breathing of both boy and man continued as it was evident Donny was releasing his load. He stood there holding the boy's hips until a few moments after the climax ended. Then he withdrew his penis. Sammy was staring up at the ceiling, but his crying had stopped.
"Oh my God that was unbelievable. Unfucking, believable!" Susan shouted. "Look his hole is wide open. You can look right up there."
"It'll close up in a few hours. He'll be just fine." Milfinger walked around the table and gently kissed the boy's forehead. "I'm sorry if it hurt, but it did get better didn't it?"
Although the feeling was better in the end, Sammy was still upset. "I didn't want to do that. I hate you. I hate both of you." The sobbing began again.
Susan tried to calm her son by rubbing his head. The boy just took her hand and forced it off. "Don't touch me. You're my Mom, and you let him do that. Don't fucking touch me. I wish we were home, I'd call the cops."
On the way back to the hotel, Sammy again started to cry. His mother though unrepentant wrapped her arm around him and said, "You're okay. It's alright."
Between sobs, he managed to question his mother, "Did you make me gay?"
"No, Sammy, you don't have to be gay just because that happened to you. You can still grow up and not be gay. Why? Did you like it?"
"Nooooo! I hated it. I still hate you too. That was a bad thing to do to me. You're my mother and you're supposed to tell people they can't do that to me."
"Sammy, how would you know if you liked it or not without having someone do it to you?" Susan lamely argued.
"Steven's mom wouldn't make him do that. She let's the girls feel us and whip us, but she doesn't make Steven let men put their things in him."
"Well, I'm not Steven's mom. I'm sorry you didn't like it, but I sure liked watching you two. It made me feel real good inside. I'm sorry it hurt, but it got better didn't it? I mean after he got going it didn't hurt anymore did it?"
"No. But, the first part hurt a lot. Are you sure I'm not gay now?"
"No, Honey, it wasn't a baptism into gayhood. Maybe I did you a favor. Now, you know you don't like it and maybe you won't become gay." After a reflective moment he continued through his sniffling, "Please don't tell any of them about what happened. I don't want Steven to know. I don't want anyone to know."
"I promise I won't tell anyone what happened. Let me see your hole for a minute." Sammy spread his legs and pulled his knees back. "If you stand or keep your knees together no one will see it until it's back to normal."
"How am I going to do that? Karen makes us sit with our knees apart."
"I'll tell her you need to go to bed. When they see your red eyes and that you've been crying, they'll think you were bad and I spanked you. We can keep our little secret."
"Mom, promise me you won't ever let someone do that to me again. I mean really promise." The ten year old firmly begged.
"I promise. I won't unless you want to." Susan was beginning to sense the damage she'd done to her son's relationship with her. She did realize his psyche was bruised by the incident.
When they entered he hotel room, it was evident from Sammy's eyes that he wasn't too happy. "Sammy go and get in bed," his mother ordered as if he were being punished. "I don't want you to get up until tomorrow morning." She tried hard to be convincing in an attempt to save her emotionally distraught son the embarrassment of explaining his situation.
Andrea was first to notice. She looked at Sharon as if to say, "he must have given her a real problem."
"So how was your outing?" Sharon asked Susan.
"Oh, okay. Sammy had some problems though."
"What'd he do?" Andrea asked.
"He just didn't like to do what I told him to do, that's all."
Holding her finger up to Andrea as if to say "that's enough", Sharon turned to Susan. "Hey, you know that stuff we talked about? I have some other thoughts about it. Why don't we go out for some coffee?" Then toward Andrea, "Would you mind keeping an eye on the kids?"
Sensing an element of secrecy Andrea offered, "Well Marjorie's in the other room she could stay and the three of us could go for coffee."
"Well, this is something Susan needs to talk about with me. We're not keeping anything from you, it's just she needs to talk to the mother of another little boy. We're not trying to hide or anything, but whether you come or not is up to her." Sharon was clumsy handling the situation but it was obvious Susan needed to talk and judging from Sammy's appearance she knew full well what had happened.
"Well, then why don't you two just go off and talk about it. Those of us with girls wouldn't understand." Andrea replied sarcastically.
"I don't care if Andrea comes along." Susan began to cry.
"Shit, Susan, this must be really heavy stuff." Andrea remarked at the sight of the tears. "I'll go and tell Marjorie to keep the peace while we're out."
As she passed Sharon, her friends hand grabbed her upper arm, "If you come, what you hear or we discuss is highly confidential and no one needs to know."
"Shit Sharon, what's getting into you. Don't you think I can keep a secret? Is that what you're suggesting?"
"No, Andrea, this isn't gossip. It's heavy stuff."
With a tone of sarcasm, "I'll keep it quiet, I promise."
The three women crossed the street and entered the little café. After getting coffee, Sharon initiated the conversation. "You did it, didn't you?"
Still tearful Susan nodded affirmatively.
"Did what?" Andrea inquired.
"He fucked him, okay. He fucked Sammy and I actually enjoyed watching it." Susan yelled at Andrea.
"Oh my God! How could you have let that happen?" Andrea's reply sounded quite non-empathetic.
"Stop it Andrea. She needs our consolation not criticism." Placing her arm over the weeping mother, Sharon continued, "I told you you'd regret it if you let that happen. Tell me how things went, so I know how to help."
"Well, we went in and he removed Sammy's thong. Then he did a lot of foreplaylicking and all. Then he propped him up on a table and lubed himself and Sammy and went at it. Sammy screamed when he was initially shoving it in and then he just lay there groaning. I must admit I was awed at the sight. It was really arousing to watch. I thought Sammy would eventually like it, but..." The talk turned to bawling. Then she began again, "Now, he hates me. He wants to know if he's gay now." The bawling began again.
"Well, Susan, I think I told you, you would be playing with fire, if you let that happen. He may hate you now, but he'll get over it. Time heals all wounds."
"I'm afraid this one will take a whole lot of time." She responded between sniffles.
"It probably will." Andrea remarked. "But you can't undo it now."
The bawling began again, "Oh what kind of a mother am I? How could I have done this?"
"Susan, you put your desires and pleasure above his and you were willing to sacrifice him for the sake of your perversion. That's how this happened." Andrea was relentless.
"Andrea, we invited you to come because we thought you could help. Those kinds of remarks don't really help." Sharon chastised Andrea.
After a half hour of the interchange, Sharon suggested, "We'll have to have Karen and the girls lighten up on Sammy a little until he gets his composure back. Susan, perhaps we need a drink rather than coffee."
"Do we need to keep him out of the show?" Andrea was asking with a touch of empathy and a whole lot of disappointment.
"No. He needs to do what the other kids do. Maybe the show will take his mind off what happened. I won't ever let something like that happen to him again. I really won't." Susan was resolute.