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 JOCKS'N'TOTS 1

   Title: Jocks'N'Tots 1 nepi, ped, MMMMMMbbbbb, oral, anal


Warning: nepi



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   This story is pure fantasy.  It is intended solely to assist
masturbation or fantasy sex between consenting adults.

   The editor loves feedback: <daddymilk@sigaint.org>

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   Harry Anderson stared out of the window of the plane, watching the
clouds slink by far below.  He cast his mind back to the whirlwind series
of events that had led to him sitting here, in a decadently comfortable
business-class seat, on his way to a job for a company he knew barely
anything about.

   He was snapped out of his reverie by a tap on his shoulder from the man
in the seat next to him.

   "Hey man, I'm bored.  You want to fuck in the bathroom?  I think it's
empty now; the last couple took ages!"

   Harry glanced at the man, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.  Why were
men always coming onto him like this?  He knew he was a good-looking man,
with short, dark hair and a smooth, chiselled face giving way to a slender,
well-kept body.  He had never been particularly muscular, but he made sure
to go to the gym often enough to keep everything tight and toned.

   "Flattered, but I'm into girls," he replied shortly.  "How about that
guy over there?  He seems like he'd be down."

   The man in the seat next to him twisted his head to check out the target
of Harry's gaze and shook his head.

   "I had him on the first leg.  Seems a waste to double up," the other man
said casually, eyes scanning the rest of the cabin.  "Sure I can't interest
you in just a blowjob?  I've got some straight porn on my iPad if that
would help?  I'll even cover the fine!"

   Harry smiled, flattered by the eagerness of his seatmate.  "Thanks, but
I'm on my way to start a new job and I want to be at my best."

   "Cool man, what do you do?" the stranger asked him, still glancing
disappointedly at Harry's lean body and bulge.

   "I'm an accountant," Harry said, and winced slightly as the man's eyes,
up until then alive with interest, glazed over.

   "Oh, that's... that's cool, man," he said, boredom already tinging his
voice.  "What's the uh... company called?"

   "I've only heard it mentioned over the phone, so I'm not sure if I got
it right," Harry confessed, slightly miffed that the man was no longer
displaying any interest in him.  "It's something like... Joxentotts?"

   Suddenly the man's head snapped back in his direction and his face came
alive again with interest.

   "No way!  You're working for... whoa.  Sorry man, I didn't know you were
into that.  I mean, I've logged on a few times myself, they do some great
stuff, but dudes my own age or older is my main thing."

   Harry frowned, confused by this sudden reversal and the odd things the
man was saying.

   "So what's your favorite scene?" His seat-buddy asked, reaching down to
adjust his cock.

   "I'm not sure what you mean, sorry," Harry confessed, blushing slightly.
"I'd never heard of the company until I got the phone call."

   The man stared at him for a few long minutes and then promptly turned
away, his eyes returning to scanning the cabin.  After a few minutes he got
up and engaged in hushed conversation with a muscular black man.

   As both men disappeared into the cubicle, Harry replayed the
conversation over in his head, trying to figure out what the man was
talking about.  A low moaning and rhythmic thumping sound filled the cabin,
which Harry tuned out as he always did on international flights.  If those
two weren't careful they were going to have to pay the fine, although that
hadn't seemed to bother Harry's seatmate much.

   With the cost of airfares getting constantly lower, airlines had to
think of new ways to make money.  An airline could expect to make thousands
of dollars per leg in mile-high fines, so these days they only banned those
who were overly obvious about it.  Harry briefly felt sorry for the people
who weren't wealthy enough to be able to have sex on these long flights,
but comforted himself in the knowledge that at least they had the
opportunity to become attractive enough through exercise to possibly entice
someone wealthier to cover the fine for both of them.

   Unmindful of the obscenely obvious sounds of copulation coming from the
thin-walled cubicle, Harry placed a pair of noise cancelling headphones on
his head and went back to staring out of the window, trying to imagine what
his new job would be like.  When the man from earlier returned to his seat,
sweaty, dishevelled and smelling of cum, Harry didn't even glance over.

  
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   "Good morning!  Welcome to JNT Productions!" The bright, bubbly
receptionist smiled winningly at him from behind the modern white desk.

   Harry smiled at the beautiful young woman, but his heart wasn't in it.
Thirteen hours of flying and he had been unable to sleep for long, being
constantly jostled by his seatmate getting up to take yet another load in
the airplane bathroom.  He knew in principle that the medical advances
which made the elimination of STIs possible were a good thing, and a
benefit he had taken advantage of many times before, but with so much extra
sex going on it could sometimes be difficult to get anything else done.

   "Good morning, Sophie," he said, reading her name from the shiny badge
pinned above her small, shapely breasts.  "I have a meeting with Mr
Richards."

   A look flitted across the receptionist's face, so quickly he almost
missed it, and then she was all smiles again.

   "Oh, I see!  You want that door over there, then." She pointed to a
nondescript white door, so modest that it almost blended into the white
walls.  At her gesture, he walked towards the door, which slid open as he
approached it.  As soon as he passed through the door, it snapped shut
behind him, leaving him in a short corridor with bare walls and another
white door at the end of it, several meters away.

   Beside the second door was a flat computer screen set flush with the
wall.  Harry approached it and the screen came to life.  A face filled the
screen: a handsome, youthful man with dirty-blonde hair and a surfer's tan.

"Please state your name, who you're here to see, and the confirmation
number on your letter," the young man said, staring intently at Harry
through the screen.  Harry rattled off his details and the man's face split

into a grin.

   "Great.  Come right in."

   The second door slid noiselessly open and Harry stepped out into a
brightly lit room, the mirror of the one he had just been in with Sophie.
At an identical white desk, the young man sat, typing away at a slim
computer.  Harry did a double-take: the man was wearing nothing but a
tightly fitting vest, open at the front to expose a muscular, tanned body.

   "What the... what are you wearing?" Harry stammered, his eyes fixed on
the young stud's muscular pecs.

   The receptionist frowned slightly before realisation dawned.  "Ohhh. 
They haven't told you yet?" "Told me what?" Harry asked, confused and
surprisingly aroused at the casual near-nudity of the twenty-something year
old man sitting at the desk in front of him.

   "Oh, it's casual -" the young stud glanced at the calendar "--Tuesday,"
he finished lamely.  "They really haven't told you anything about working
here?"

   Harry shook his head, and the young man laughed.  "Well this'll be
good," he grinned "Go on through to the boardroom.  I'll be along shortly
with refreshments."

   Something about the way the young man had said `refreshments' made Harry
think he wasn't just talking about a cool glass of water, but he had no
time to dwell on the bizarre nature of the encounter.  A pair of
frosted-glass double doors swung open to reveal a sumptuously appointed
boardroom with a beautiful view of the green rolling hills outside.  Twelve
chairs were stationed around an enormous mahogany table, with all but one
of them filled.

   Harry's eyes widened as he beheld a group of some of the most
good-looking men he had ever seen.  Five of the men were slightly older,
probably in their late thirties, but incredibly fit and dressed in
obscenely expensive tailored suits that fit them perfectly.  These men
ranged from having a full head of luscious hair to salt-and-pepper silver
foxes, and one proudly bald, muscular older stud who eyed Harry approvingly
as he entered.

   Four younger men were also in attendance, not dressed in suits but in
highly fashionable designer casual wear, mostly involving tight jeans and
shirts that hugged their ripped, muscular bodies.  Ranging between 18 and
at most 25, these young studs lounged on their comfortable chairs, talking
and joking with each other and the older suited men.  Every single one of
them had an enormous bulge in their tight-fitting pants which no one could
fail to see, and every now and then each man would casually reach down and
readjust what must be at least partial erections.

   One man was dressed differently to his fellows: a fiery-haired, beefy
stud wearing plain black work clothes sat between the muscular bald suited
man and a blonde god of a man wearing a tightly-stretched muscle singlet
that showed off each individual ab muscle through the material.  The
redhead glanced up and saw Harry, his eyes perking up interestedly as he
shamelessly checked the man out.

   At the head of the table was another man, dressed in an immaculate suit
and casually dominating the entire room by the mere casualness of his
presence.  The man looked to be around 35, with long, dark hair to his
shoulders and rugged, designer stubble on his perfectly symmetrical and
chiselled face.  His body was sculpted to perfection, with broad shoulders
tapering down into a narrow waist and thick, powerful legs that were at the
moment crossed in front of him as he leaned back in his chair, chattering
to another suited man.

   As Harry entered, the huge glass doors swung shut and the man at the
head of the table stood up, smiling warmly.

   "You must be Harry Anderson!"

   At Harry's nervous nod, the muscular man strode down the length of the
table and grabbed Harry's hand in a strong handshake.

   "Great to meet you in person, Harry.  I'm Aaron Richards, the CEO.  Have
a seat."

   Harry moved awkwardly to the one empty seat, struggling to conceal the
erection that was growing in his pants as all these unbearably sexy men
eye-fucked him appreciatively.

   Mr Richards pressed a button at the far end of the table.  "We're ready,
Jake."

   He depressed the button and smiled hugely to the room of beautiful men.

   "Let's get started, gentlemen.  I officially call this meeting of the
board of directors of Jocks'N'Tots to order!"

   Harry barely had time to mouth the words "Jocks and tots?" before a side
door opened and the hunky receptionist entered, leading a line of tiny
children.  Around the table, the men sat up a bit straighter and nudged
each other, pointing to various kids in the line and appreciatively
checking their little bodies out.  All the tiny tots were naked, and some
of the very tiny ones were being carried by the older children.

   Harry watched, open-mouthed, as the line of toddlers disappeared under
the table, some of them ducking their heads while still others, he noted
with perverted amazement, were tiny enough that they just walked straight
under the large table.  Across the room, the air was filled with the sound
of zippers opening as each man at the table unzipped their formal pants or
jeans and fished out some of the most glorious cocks Harry had ever seen.
Some were thick and veiny, emerging from a thick forest of pubic hair,
while others were slender and smooth with angelic-looking cock heads.  Some
stuck straight up, some were curved, and others were so long they could be
bent any which way.  But all of them were enormous, easily porn-star
quality, and rock hard and drooling precum.

   Harry watched, frozen in place, as the men pumped their cocks a few
times before pulling their chairs closer to the table.  Sighs echoed around
the room from one man after another and soon the sound of hot, wet slurping
could be heard.  Harry watched as the man to his right, a studly silver fox
with a thick, veiny beer can cock, casually fed his enormous meat to the
two-year-old boy who was now standing between his legs, little neck craning
up to reach the big dick before him.

   His attention was diverted away from the perverted sight of the little
tot beginning to suck eagerly on the man's huge dick by a soft touch on the
inside of his thighs.  He glanced down and almost swallowed his tongue.

   A beautiful little three-year-old was standing between his legs, a tiny
hand on each of his lightly muscled thighs, gazing up at him with angelic
blue eyes on a golden face framed with light blonde hair.  The little
toddler cocked his head quizzically, confused at finding his cock toy still
obscured by pants.  But the tiny tot had been trained well, and with a shy
smile he reached out and carefully unzipped Harry's formal business pants.

   Paralysed, Harry watched as the tiny boy fumbled around inside his
pants, his small warm hands rubbing against the man's rapidly hardening
dick.  Around the table, the men were watching him with smiles, some
leaning forward intently to gauge his reaction while others reclined in
their chairs and guided their babies' heads further onto their thick,
throbbing cocks.

   After only a few moments' confusion, the angelic little child between
his legs succeeded in fishing Harry's own long, thick cock out of his
pants. The men around the table murmured appreciatively as the beautiful
little kid opened his tiny, hot mouth wide and slipped several inches of
Harry's dick into his mouth, beginning to nurse eagerly on the cock.

   Harry let out a low moan of pleasure as the incredibly hot little mouth
slid up and down his hyper-sensitive cock head, the slurping sound of the
toddler's tongue on his dick joining the noise of eleven other tiny
children sucking enormous man meat.  He had never considered himself to be
a pedophile before, but there was no way he was going to stop this little
angel from sucking his dick, especially if everyone else in the room was
doing the same!

   Just then, a strong hand was laid gently on his shoulder, and he turned
slightly to see the hunky receptionist, Jake, standing next to him.  Jake
was buck-naked and his own impressively large dick was sticking straight
up, pressed firmly against the stud's chiselled abs.

   The sexy young man held out a hand with a small bottle in it, pressing
the bottle under Harry's nose.  Just as he was about to ask what it was,
the angelic little tot on his dick suddenly dove forward, impaling his cute
little face with over half of Harry's thick, long dick.

   Harry gasped, breathing in deeply through his nose at the hot sensation
of the baby boy's vice-like, velvety throat wrapped around his dick.  As he
breathed in, the fumes from the bottle surged into him and his eyes opened
wide as a flash of heat flooded through him.  The sensation shot through
his body as he breathed in harder, taking more and more of the sweet fumes
and feeling the hot pleasure race through him.  His dick jolted inside the
little toddler's throat and somehow got harder, and he could have sworn
thicker, than ever.  His whole body relaxed and his mind was smoothed,
fully accepting now what was happening to him and what he was going to do
to the tiny little boy between his legs.

   Jake pulled the bottle away before Harry could render himself insensible
from the industrial-strength kiddie-poppers and bent down, fitting the end
of the bottle against the nose of little Dante, the angelic boy who was
currently sucking Harry's dick and incidentally one of the main stars of
Jocks'N'Tots.  Dante obediently took a big whiff and Jake watched
appreciatively as the boy's tiny body shivered from the poppers wreaking
havoc on his tiny frame.

   Harry looked down at the tiny toddler and felt the boy's tight throat
relax ever so slightly.  He needed no further cue, grabbing the angelic
face between his hands and forcing his dick to the hilt down the tot's
throat.  With a loud moan he felt his balls slap against little Dante's
neck as he bottomed out in the baby, holding the little slut on his dick as
the poor boy glucked and spasmed around his throbbing, popper-infused dick.


   After a few moments Harry released the little boy and allowed him to
slowly pull off his cock, taking a few breaths around the thick meat that
was still largely inside him, before continuing to work his new cock toy in
and out of his tight throat.  Thick gobs of saliva poured out of the baby's
tiny mouth as his thoroughly abused throat worked to accommodate the huge
dick, coating Harry's balls and thighs in toddler-spit.  Satisfied that the
tiny boy was going to keep nursing and deep-throating his hard dick, Harry
turned his attention back to the men at the table, who were all in various
stages of face-fucking little kids ranging from one to five years of age.

   "All right, gentlemen," Mr Richards said, his hand stroking the head of
a gorgeous four-year-old who was bobbing up and down on his massive cock.
"We've got the creative juices flowing, so I expect some good results from
this meeting.  If everyone is satisfied with their assigned holes?"

   There were murmurs of assent from around the table and several men drove
their thick cocks forward, bottoming out in their little sluts as a show of
appreciation for their skills and sexiness.  Around the table, the sounds
of hot, wet slurping turned to glucking, gagging noises as half a dozen
toddlers struggled to keep sucking the huge dicks that were being rammed
forcefully down their throats.

   Harry saw the way these men were using their little toddlers and
gleefully shoved his own dick deep into Dante's throat, laughing as the
toddler's eyes bulged out and his throat worked desperately to accommodate
the big dick he was assigned to service.  The men around the table whistled
in admiration as Harry grabbed Dante's little baby head in his hands and
fucked his dick in and out of the boy's throat, using the tiny child like a
fuck toy on his throbbing dick.

   The tight spasming of Dante's baby-throat almost made him came right
there, but Harry somehow sensed it would be rude to shoot his load at this
point.  It seemed like the rest of the men around the table were holding
back, enjoying having their dick's nursed by the toddlers and occasionally
pumping their full length into the kids' throats just to keep them on their
toes.  Literally, in some cases: Harry glanced over to the man on the other
side of him and saw the little dark-haired boy sucking him was literally on
his tippy toes to try to get as much of the dick inside his throat as
possible.

   Reluctantly, he pounded his dick to the hilt inside Dante's throat one
more time, relishing the feeling of his spit-covered balls slapping against
the kid's throat, bulging out as it was with his thick cock, before
releasing the little boy's head and allowing Dante to resume a more sedate
pace of deep-throating.  Mr Richards smiled at him.

   "Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce Harry Anderson, our new Chief
Financial Officer.  He'll be handling our accounts, when he's not busy
fucking toddlers like the rest of us!"

   A ripped of polite laughter spread around the table, but it was largely
drowned out by the slurping of twelve toddler-throats wrapped around twelve
beautiful big dicks.  Harry looked back at Mr Richards, and did a double
take.  Make that thirteen toddler-throats, as he spied a second young tot
under the table in front of Mr Richards.  The thirteenth child couldn't be
much older than one, and was being held up by the four-year-old he had
previously seen sucking the CEO's cock.  As he watched, four-year-old and
one-year-old started sucking the muscular man's monster cock in tandem,
each one taking turns to slip the head and part of the shaft of the cock
into their waiting mouths.

   Harry tore his eyes away from the obscenely hot sight of the two little
children sucking the CEO's huge dick and noticed the eyes of the table on
him, waiting for him to speak.

   "Uh, thank you, sir, Mr Richards," he stammered, still distracted by
little Dante's hot toddler mouth on his dick.  "I, well... what a welcome!"
Harry finished, grinning as he bucked his hips forward and sunk another
couple of inches deep into Dante's tight throat.

   The men laughed, enjoying his obviously pleasure.

   "You see, gentlemen, I told you he would take to toddlers like a fish to
water!" Mr Richards proclaimed smugly.

   "It's his favourite thing to do, introduce new men to our perverted
lifestyle," smirked the blonde god-like stud sitting across the table from
Harry, his tight muscle singlet pulled up to reveal those tight abs, and
just beneath them, a beautiful little two-year-old going to down on his
thick dick.

   "My name is Sven, but I go by Lars in my videos.  My first -ungh- my
first meeting, I came here with my girlfriend looking to become an actor in
regular porn.  She was very understanding of my dream, and we needed the
money," the muscular stud continued, interrupted occasionally by moans and
grunts of pleasure as his tot sucked him expertly.  "I was brought before
the board, and - mmm fuck - and everyone was as you see, being sucked by
cute little babies!"

   A number of the men at the table chuckled at this, as though remembering
the sexy blonde stud's initiation.  "Well, I was shocked, of course," the
beautiful Sven said, reaching down to massage his own cock through the
thoroughly strained throat of the little baby who was deep-throating him.
"Then the board offered me -mmmmfff - a huge signing bonus, if I just
fucked that hot little boy you've got on your dick right now!"

   As if listening, Dante upped the pace of his deep-throating, taking more
and more of Harry's dick down his throat, eliciting moan after moan from
the accountant.

   "Of course, Dante was even younger then," Sven continued, licking his
lips.  "I think he was about - ungh - one and a half.  So obviously I had
to go very slow and could only fuck him about one quarter of the way."

   There was a pause around the table, and Harry could see a number of the
men's faces twitching as if they were struggling not to laugh.  The dam
suddenly broke and all of the men started guffawing.

   "Just joking!" Sven laughed, forcing his dick deep into the two-year-old
between his legs.  "Little Dante took all ten inches that day like a pro. I
don't know if he was actually old enough to physically enjoy it," the stud
shrugged unconcernedly "but he was -fuck, ungh - he was happy that he made
me so happy.  Isn't that right, little buddy?"

   Harry felt rather than heard Dante issue a loud noise around his thick
cock, and felt the boy's head bob up and down in what he supposed was an
affirmative nod.

   "Uh, that felt like he said `yes'" Harry said, to further laughter
around the table.

   "Anyway," Sven concluded, "Straight after that I broke up with my
girlfriend over the phone, went down to the crèche, and power-fucked as
many toddlers as I could find!  Does anyone remember how many I fucked?"

   The bald man chuckled.  "At least - ungh - seven, from memory."

   "No, I was there when he arrived, fucking little Andy.  It was eight!"
Another studly young man in casual but fashionable clothing said, arms
behind his head as a pale, sexy little toddler sucked his long, slender
dick.  "But he didn't cum in all of them," Mr Richards reminded them,
moaning as his little four-year-old deep throated him fully while his
one-year-old protégé eagerly licked his heavy balls.

   "I came in most of them!" Sven protested.  "I was still new to
kiddie-fucking, give me a break!"

   Laughter rippled around the table again and the hunky tanned stud
sitting next to Sven leaned over and gave him a kiss on the neck,
simultaneously grabbing the two-year-old on Sven's dick and shoving him
further down on the kiddie porn star's meat.

   "Oh fuck, thanks Lukas," Sven moaned, shuddering with ecstasy.

   "Anyway," the muscly redhead piped up, glancing up from the small
three-year-old who was servicing his meaty dick, "When we re-created that
as your first -ungh, mmmmm - first movie, Kindergarten Break-in, we used
fifteen toddlers, if I recall."

   "That's right," said the silver fox sitting next to Harry.  "I loved the
part of that movie where you called your two buddies up and got them to -
oh fuck yes - to come and help you fuck your way through the rest of the
kindergarten.  In fact, I was going to suggest something similar to that
for our next project."

   Mr Richards gestured with one hand while the other pressed the
one-year-old closer to his dick.  "You have the floor, Steve," he said.

   The older man leaned forward slightly, pressing his toddler's head
against the edge of the desk and causing the boy to choke briefly on his
dick.

   "'Winning Team's Kindergarten Reward'", he said, grinning lasciviously.
"A high-school football team has just won the championship, so their coach
rewards them with a visit to the local kindergarten."

   "I love it," Mr Richards said.  "I've thought for a while that we need
to incorporate some of our aging stars.  We've got a dozen boys who we've
had - mmmf - fucked practically from birth to near adulthood, but they're
old news now as pedobait.  Why not repurpose them as studs?"

   "It's a good point," one of the other suited men agreed.  "They're too
old now even to be office boys.  I mean, it's fine to fuck a
fifteen-year-old if you're working to a deadline and - unghhh - and don't
have time to visit the crèche, but by the time he's sixteen or seventeen
it's not really worth it."

   Murmurs of assent filled the room.

   "Plus," Steve the silver fox added, "Thanks to Mitchell's heroic
recruitment efforts, the crèche almost always has at least half a dozen
free-use tots.  That's even when we have a full production day!"

   There was a short smattering of applause as Mitchell, the muscular bald
man, took a mock bow.

   "If we want to make this new kindergarten flick a success," Mr Richards
interjected, "We would probably need to empty the crèche completely, get
all of our -ungh- tots in on the action.  If we can field a dozen young
`football players', we need at least twice as many toddlers, right?"

   Nods around the table as each man considered the logistics of the
project while being deep-throated by tiny tots.

   "If we empty the crèche, there won't be any -oh god, fuck- any babies to
fuck for non-actors that day," Steve pointed out, thrusting his dick inside
the little boy between his legs as though afraid he would lose him right
then.

   "It's a serious consideration," Mr Richards agreed, as the men nodded.
"I know some of you gentlemen, and many of the other - oh fuck, ungh -
other non-executive staff, have toddlers at home.  These little kids aren't
suitable for shooting a scene; they haven't been trained in it.  But if
we're using all of our - mmmmm fuck - our trained tots, maybe all the men
could bring in their kids so we still have something to keep our cocks warm
during filming?"

   "I can bring in little Alex," Mitchell said, "But he's not - fuck - up
to taking every dick in the place all day.  He's still just getting used to
me and Brian fucking him regularly.  The only reason he hasn't -ungh -
keeled over from exhaustion is because I have plenty of toddlers to fuck
here and Brian can go down to the local park every now and then if Alex
isn't up for it."

   "I know Darren wouldn't be keen for me to bring Mickey in," Steve
interjected, shaking his head.  "Then he wouldn't -mmm, fuck- wouldn't have
any toddler holes to fuck during the day."

   A number of the other men murmured their agreement, and the conversation
ground to a halt as the men pondered the situation, still enjoying the hot
toddler deep-throating they were getting.

   "Can... can I suggest something?" Harry started uncertainly.

   "You'll have to speak up, Harry," Mr Richards admonished.  "We can't
hear you over the sound of the - ungh - babies' slurping."

   "Have all the men bring in their tots," Harry began, "and have them come
in themselves and watch the action.  If everyone's partners bring their
kids in, we'll have how many kids?"

   "Maybe thirteen, fourteen?" One of the men said, nodding.

   "Fourteen more toddlers to keep us sated throughout the day.  Even if
the partners come in as well, that's still plenty of boy-holes for
everyone," Harry said reasonably.  "Sure, they'll still be fucked into
exhaustion on that day," he admitted, "And they probably won't be good for
much at home for a while after that.  But that's why you send one of the
child-stars home with each couple, as a `vacation' from filming for a day
or two."

   "It won't be a vacation if you send Dante to our house," Mitchell
promised, smirking.  "Brian and I will fuck him unconscious!"

   "And then you'll keep fucking him!" the man next to him said,
high-fiving his friend to the laughter of the table.

   "So does this sound reasonable to everyone?" Mr Richards asked.  "We
bring in the partners and the toddlers, use them for the day, and then send
our kid actors home as toddler surrogates to thank the partners and keep
their balls drained while their little tykes recover."

   Heads nodded around the table and Mr Richards made a note in his pad.

   Across the table, the redhead raised a hand.  "Point of order, Mr
Richards," he said, "What about those of us who don't have tots to bring in
for the pool?"

   "You'll still have access, Fergus, don't worry," Mr Richards reassured
him.  "We need you at your best to film the scene!  But you really should -
fuck - should look at adopting soon.  You can't just keep grabbing a
toddler on your way out at the end of the day and bringing him back all
dishevelled the next morning when he's due to film."

   Fergus grinned unapologetically.  "I know, I know.  I'm just waiting to
find the right guy to adopt some little baby-whore with."

   Harry's cock jerked and swelled inside Dante's tight little boy throat
as he pictured what it would be like to share a tiny baby with this studly
redhead, feeding the child their thick dicks from both ends.

   "Hold on, Mr Richards," Sven broke in, stroking the hair of the tiny
child who was worshipping his enormous dick.  "If you're using the older
kids as the football team - unfgh - where do we come in?  You can't film
the biggest toddler-fucking movie we've ever done and leave out your
stars!"

   Mr Richards smiled.  "Don't worry, Sven, we'll find a place for you. 
Maybe as the team's coaches and the workers at the kindergarten?  Sound all
right?  Sven?  Lukas?  Brad?  Cam?" The suggestion was met with approving
nods from the four studly men sitting at the table.

   "Any other - ungh - suggestions for future projects?" Mr Richards
grunted, thrusting his huge dick into the tiny baby's mouth while his
four-year-old licked his tight abs.

   "I'd like to see some more doctor-themed stuff," one of the suited men
said.  "A bunch of doctors fucking their way through a children's hospital.
Maybe drugging the kids and then using them like -ungh fuck - like toys."
"Like we don't already use them like toys," one of the studly young men
grinned, pounding his dick roughly down his toddler's throat for emphasis.

   "You're right, Brad," Steve agreed, "But I think Dan was talking about
using them like inanimate toys.  There can be something hot about a knocked
out kid.  Darren and I had a great time - ugnh - pounding little Mickey
when he got fucked up on cough syrup that one time.  Now we're praying he
gets a sore throat again so we can drug him up some more!"

   That got a laugh and several thoughtful looks from the men around the
table, several of whom resolved to try this with their own toddlers when
they got home.

   "Okay, so Drugged-up Toddlers Used By Doctors," Mr Richards said,
wincing.  "The name might need some work.  But good concept, gentlemen!"

   Mr Richards turned his gaze to the newest member of their perverted
group.  "Harry, this would usually be the part of the meeting where you'd
give us the rundown on our financial position, but since you won't have had
a chance to review the books yet, we'll leave that for the next - ungh -
meeting."

   Mr Richards' muscular young assistant Jake leaned over and whispered
into the CEO's ear.  Mr Richards nodded and addressed the room.

   "I'm afraid, gentlemen, that a number of our little cum-dumps have to go
get ready for the day's filming.  Laundromat Rapist, Midsummernight's
Kiddiefuck and After School Detention XVII aren't going to film
themselves!"

   Groans of disappointment echoed around the table and Harry's heart sank
as he wished he had had time to shoot a load into the little toddler's hot,
clasping throat before the tots were called away.

   "Mr Richards, some of the boys aren't due on set for another hour," Jake
pointed out, glancing at his clipboard.  "Dante, Etienne and Blaze are free
for use if the board requires."

   Mr Richards grinned.  "Thank you, Jake.  You can take Blaze back to your
desk for a fuck, and be sure to offer him to the delivery man when he
arrives."

   "Yes sir!" Jake agreed, excitedly rubbing his constantly-hard dick. 
Reaching over, he grabbed the little toddler who had been sucking Sven's
dick and pulled him up from between the studly man's legs and heaved him
over his shoulder.  As an afterthought, he ran his hand over Sven's
spit-soaked dick and balls and scooped up a generous helping of saliva,
which he began massaging into the tiny boy's tight ass as he walked towards
the door.

   All the other little boys, barring Dante and Etienne, the little
two-year-old who had been servicing the silver-foxed Steve, began working
their tight throats off the dicks before them and following Jake out of the
door.  Sven, Cam and Lukas followed the tots, their big, hard cocks
swinging as they walked and dripping precum and spit all over the floor.

   "Harry, I'd advise you to get your dick inside Dante's ass quickly or
you'll have to deal with being sloppy twelfth," Mr Richards said, winking
at the company's newest recruit.

   Harry glanced over at Steve, who sure enough was already pulling
two-year-old Etienne up from between his legs and laying the child's tiny
body on the table, lining his precum-leaking dick up with the toddler's
tiny butt.  Reaching into his pocket, Steve pulled out a familiar bottle
and unscrewed it expertly, thrusting the opening under the little boy's
nose and covering his mouth, forcing the kid to breathe deeply.

   The two-year-old's body spasmed and jerked wildly as the obscenely
strong poppers ripped through him, sending jolts of pleasure to all his
extremities and totally overwhelming his young mind with blissful, relaxed
horniness.  The toddler's eyes rolled back in his head as he was
transformed from an eager young cocksucker into a mind-fucked sex puppet,
his mouth and ass twitching in desperate need of cock and cum.

   Grinning in satisfaction, Steve set the bottle aside and pressed his
enormous, thick cock up against the boy's tiny tight asshole, pressing
inexorably forward as he let out a long moan of satisfaction.  Harry
watched, mouth open: there was no slow and careful working in of the
obscenely oversized cock and no checking to make sure the little kid was
okay.  Steve didn't even look at the toddler beneath him as he thrust his
dick inside him in one long, slow push: instead he was watching the young
stud who had stayed in the room, identified by Mr Richards as Brad, as he
vaulted onto the large mahogany table and shuffled over to the mated pair,
his own huge porn-star dick dripping toddler-spit and making a line
directly for the baby's tiny, gasping mouth.

   Steve bottomed out in the tiny two-year-old just as muscular,
All-American Brad's dick touched the eager lips of the toddler, and by the
time Brad's dick was halfway down Etienne's throat Steve was fucking the
child hard and fast.  Any sounds of pleasure or protest that the
two-year-old tot might have emitted were completely muffled by the enormous
cock working its way down his young throat and the hot, hard slapping sound
of Steve's muscular thighs against the boy's tiny, coltish legs.

   As the toned young college-aged jock and the powerfully-built bald man
fucked the little ragdoll child between them, the other men in the room
were standing up, pumping their dicks and discarding their clothes.  The
man who had been sitting next to Steve reached around and started pulling
off the man's suit as he fucked the baby on the table, whispering horny
words of encouragement in his friend's ear as he violated the tiny kid.

   Two-year-old Etienne was almost completely obscured by the muscular men
who were pounding their huge dicks into his thin baby-like frame from
either end.  Steve's hands went almost completely around the tiny child's
waist as he gripped the toddler tightly and pulled his little body closer
to him with every thrust, impaling the tot fully on his huge dick. 
Meanwhile Brad was twisting the little boy's fragile neck upwards so that
he had a clear path to thrusting his ten-inch dick straight down the kid's
throat.  With each thrust the baby's throat bulged obscenely with the
strain of the huge, thick cock pounding down it, but Brad didn't even look
down to see if his toddler fuck was doing okay, instead continuing to fuck
the kid's face like a Fleshjack and chatting happily with Steve about other
toddlers they'd fucked and what was on the agenda for both of them that
day.

   More turned on than he could ever remember being, Harry surged to his
feet, dragging the helpless toddler who was still vacuum-sealed to his dick
along with him.  Harry had always been fairly tall with long, strong legs,
so for a few moments little Dante's feet were barely touching the floor as
he was held up entirely by the rock-hard, popper-infused dick stuffed to
the hilt down his baby throat.

   With a loud pop, he pulled the gasping, spluttering toddler off his
pulsating dick and practically threw him onto the table.  One of the suited
board members hurriedly shoved the popper bottle under Dante's nose and
smacked the tot hard in the face with his thick cock, causing the poor boy
to inhale sharply and deeply.  Once again, the child's tiny body was
wracked with violent shudders as the mind-warping fumes ripped through him,
causing his slender back to arc up off the table in an exorcist-like pose.

   Loving the sight of little Dante getting so fucked on poppers, Harry
grabbed the toddler's coltish little legs and pulled them roughly apart,
driving his dick forward until it met the tot's quivering, tight asshole
with a wet slap.  High as fuck on poppers himself, Harry was in no mood to
take it slow, and in one vicious thrust he impaled the tiny three-year-old
on his leaking, throbbing dick.

   Tiny Dante opened his mouth and sucked in air as if to yell out at this
forceful intrusion into his incredibly tight hole, but whatever sounds he
might have made were quickly cut off as a thick and veiny beer-can cock was
plunged deep down his throat to the accompanying moan of pleasure from a
now half-naked board member.

   His mouth now stretched obscenely around the huge dick that was being
pounded balls-deep in his throat, Dante was desperately sucking in air
through his tiny little nostrils.  Unfortunately for the little tot, the
popper bottle was still being held firmly in front of his nose, and with
each ragged inhalation his body wracked with more intense fumes.

   Harry pounded his thick cock into Dante's tight toddler ass, watching in
delight as the boy writhed and twitched with each new popper-filled breath.
It was like fucking a rodeo bull, and Harry gleefully sped up his thrusts
into the bucking baby as he spasmed.  Sweat poured off Dante's tiny body as
the heat of the two men using him enhanced the roiling waves of shattering
pleasure from the poppers that were even now being constantly fed into his
fragile little body.

   Around the table, the men were laughing and whipping out their phones to
film the poor little slut who was mind-fucked on poppers and thoroughly
impaled on two huge dicks.  Just as Dante's writhing, bucking spasms
threatened to pull him off Harry's throbbing cock, a muscular, naked Mr
Richards straddled the toddler and started smacking the boy's face hard
with his thick, enormous cock.

   "I think Dante will have to be excused from filming for the day after
this," Mr Richards laughed, slapping his huge cock against the poor little
toddler's face with ruthless glee.

   Harry couldn't hold out any longer.  With an ear-splitting bellow he
slammed his dick to the hilt in Dante, momentarily arresting the toddler's
writhing movement as he emptied his thick, churning balls into the little
boy.  Blast after blast of hot pedo cum slammed into the child, filling him
up with the man cum he so desperately needed.

   Completely drained, Harry collapsed back into his chair and managed to
roll away from the table just in time, as another muscular man had
immediately taken his place between Dante's legs and thrust his own thick
dick deep into the cum-filled hole Harry had just vacated.

   Harry watched in amazement as the baby-fucking orgy continued, the two
little toddlers being ruthlessly gangbanged by half a dozen huge-dicked
men. As he watched, Steve moaned loudly and pulled out of Etienne, only to
have the tight baby-hole filled almost immediately by another eager monster
cock.

   Just as he was wondering what he should be doing now, Harry felt a hand
on his shoulder.  Standing next to him, still fully dressed, was the
muscular redhead, Fergus.

   "So how was your first toddler?" Fergus asked conversationally, watching
the gangbang that showed no signs of ending.

   "Fucking amazing," croaked Harry, still lost in the obscenely perverted
bliss of what he had just done.  "I never... I never imagined!"

   Fergus nodded, smiling.  "Feel like you could go again?"

   "Oh no, I cou- " Harry began to say, knowing from experience that he'd
be too tired to do anything now for the rest of the day - and stopped.  Now
that he thought about it, he COULD go again.  His cock leaped back to
attention as he stared down at it in shock, then turned his gaze to Fergus,
who was smirking.

   "It's the poppers.  They'll keep you going like crazy," he confided.

   Harry's dick was already quivering with anticipation as he watched the
little toddlers still being gangbanged before him.

   "I guess I'll have to wait my turn," he said ruefully.  "And you should
get some first, looks like you haven't had a fuck yet?"

   Fergus shook his head.  "I'm not waiting, and neither are you.  Come on,
we're gonna pay a visit to the crèche.  With how many hits of those poppers
you took, I don't think you'll be able to get any serious work done until
you've power-fucked at least four more babies."

   With that, Fergus put a guiding arm around the open-mouthed Harry and
led him from the hot, sex-drenched boardroom into the waiting world of the
Jocks'N'Tots studio.



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