JOCKS'N'TOTS 4



Title: Jocks'N'Tots 4 (The Return) nepi, ped, MMMMMMb, b2yo, 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.  Write to <daddymilk@sigaint.org>.

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Alex sat in the holding cell, shivering. They had finally convinced him to
give up the two-year-old he had been cradling: only concern for the
toddler’s safety had prevented them from forcing the issue until then. As
if Alex would have done anything to harm that perfect little boy who had
brought about such a change in him.

Even now, Alex felt a a deep, abiding sense of peace and oneness within
himself. He had no regrets about anything he had done. Even if the
consequences proved dire, he would endure and it had been worth it. And,
let’s face it, he wasn’t just a gym rat. His muscular body was not just
for show; he was strong and quick and could hold his own in a brawl if
need be. If he established himself early on as a force to be reckoned with
in prison, it might even work out okay. There might even be lots of hot
guys his own age to fuck… as bland as that would seem, now.

Alex shivered again. They had yet to bring him anything to wear, and his
clothes were still on the floor of the house he had invaded in the early
hours of that day to film himself fucking a toddler as an audition tape
for Jocks ’N’ Tots Studios. There was no doubt the video would be a smash
hit, and Alex took some comfort at least in knowing that millions of pedos
around the world would get off to him fucking the two-year-old like a
godking on high.

Suddenly the door to the cell opened and a tall, powerfully-built police
officer ushered in a bald man in an expensive suit.

“Hi there, Alex,” the man said, shaking the surprised stud’s hand. “My
name is Mitchell. I’ll be your lawyer. Just sit tight, everything is going
to be fine.”

He passed a small business card to Alex emblazoned with a logo and text
reading ‘Jamison Newbury Telford Lawyers’.

Alex’s eyes widened at the acronym the name spelled out and looked up at
Mitchell, who nodded slightly and smiled at him.

“I brought you some clothes,” Mitchell continued conversationally, opening
his briefcase and removing some stylish jeans and a tight white singlet
before turning for the door.

“There’s no …” Alex began before the door slammed shut on his last word:
“…underwear”.

He was still covered with sweat and cum, but apparently that had not
mattered to Mitchell or the police officer. Sighing, Alex pulled the jeans
on and did up the buttons, and was surprised to find they were a perfect
fit, cupping his muscular ass perfectly and bringing his bulge to stunning
prominence. They must have cost a fortune. As he stretched the tight
singlet over his muscular body, he laughed loudly at the slogan “Justice
Never Tires” scrawled across the front.

He heard a click from the door behind him and spun around, conscious of
the fact that he had not been provided with shoes. When no other sound was
forthcoming and the door stayed resolutely shut, Alex approached it
carefully and turned the handle.

The door opened easily, leading to a deserted corridor inside the police
station. Alex’s heart began to beat a little faster. Was this his chance
to escape? Had JNT somehow arranged this? But he wouldn’t get very far
without shoes…

Raised voices drew him down the corridor and do the right, where he could
see a burly police officer sitting at a desk being lambasted by a
red-faced man with a full beard.

“How can you say you have not charged him yet?” The bearded man yelled,
gesticulating wildly. “He was caught IN THE ACT!”

The police officer murmured something that sounded conciliatory to the
man, which only cause his face to turn redder.

“What do you mean, complicated situation?!” The man screamed, a vein
popping out on his head. “I demand to see your supervisor! And WHERE is my
son?”

The burly police officer said something indistinct again, causing a growl
of annoyance from the man.

“Is it really customary for the medical checks to take this long? As I
understand, he wasn’t harmed - somehow,” the man amended, shaking his
head. “You just need to ascertain that he was IN FACT RAPED!”

Alex moved a little closer and saw a small, mousey woman clutching the
bearded man’s arm for dear life, looking confused and helpless. He
surmised these must be the two-year-old’s parents.

The police officer’s words were now just audible. “Sir, that’s a strong
word to use. There haven’t been any charges of pedophilia in this town for
the past three years, and the national averages of pedophilia convictions
are at an all time low. It is the opinion of the department that society
is evolving beyond such things. We just need to ascertain the truth of the
matter.”

The man’s eyes almost bulged out of his head. “Are you… you fucking… just
because no one is being charged doesn’t meant it isn’t HAPPENING!”

“As I said, sir, we’ll know more when the medical experts have finished in
him. With him,” said the officer smoothly.

The man’s mouth opened and shut a few times but no sound came out.
Suddenly he turned on his heel and marched out of the room, dragging his
poor wife behind him.

Shaking his head, unsure what he had just heard, Alex continued through
the building, looking through the small glass windows in the doors on
either side of the corridor in search of answers. Through a white door he
spotted two men in lab coats standing around a hospital bed. His heart
leapt to this throat: on the bed was his tiny little toddler boy, naked
and with his legs in child-sized stirrups, his well-fucked asshole still
smeared with cum. His dick rapidly hardening inside the expensive jeans,
Alex slipped inside the medical examination room and hid behind a
full-length curtain, peering around the side to get a good view of the
bed.

One of the examiners reached out a gloved hand and inserted a finger into
the two-year-old’s hole, eliciting a moan from the toddler as his eyes
fluttered closed and his hips jutted forward in a pitiful attempt to force
more of the man’s finger inside him. The man pressed his finger forward
until the knuckle was pressed against the boy’s tight little ass cheeks
and then nodded.

“Showing some signs of penetration,” the man said, pulling his finger out
of the toddler and making a note on his clipboard. “Not necessarily proof
of penile rape yet, however.”

His colleague nodded. “Could have been anything, at this point.”

“As usual, only one way to know for sure,” the first examiner said
briskly. Alex almost cried out as, in the space of two seconds, the man
unzipped the fly of his black pants, fished out a thick, hard dick and
slid it into the toddler’s already thoroughly abused hole.

The examiner sighed with satisfaction as he began pumping his lengthy
shaft in and out of the tot’s tight asshole.

“Yep, definitely been fucked before,” he said, grabbing the boy’s
stirruped legs and pulling him further onto his dick. “I’d never be able
to - oh fuck yeah - ram in that easily if he was a virgin.”

The other examiner nodded and jotted down a note as his colleague
continued to fuck their two-year-old patient, moaning with pleasure as his
balls slapped agains the kid’s cum-covered ass.

“Better check the throat as well,” added the man who was balls deep in the
little child. His fellow examiner nodded and unzipped his own pants,
pulling out an almost identical cock. As the two-year-old toddler opened
his mouth to moan with pleasure, the man stuffed his hard cock into the
child’s mouth and thrust forward, easily smashing through the tight ring
of the little boy’s throat and impaling the boy’s face on his cock with a
groan of satisfaction.

“Throat’s been… mmmmph - well fucked too,” the second examiner commented
as he started thrusting in and out of the gagging little kindergartener.

The two men continued thrusting their hard dicks deep into the toddler,
occasionally making observations about how deep the boy had been fucked
and how much cum had been pumped between his tight baby cheeks. While he
watched, Alex’s dick was leaking so much precum that a large wet spot
appeared on the front of the expensive jeans he was wearing.

Suddenly the door opened and a loud voice boomed: “What the hell is going
on here?”

The two medical examiners never even slowed their pace as they casually
turned their heads towards the door and spotted the burly desk officer
Alex had seen before.

“Almost - unnnnfuckkkkk - done, Tag,” one of the examiners said,
increasing the pace of thrusting into the two-year-old’s tight asshole.

“I need that fake medical report NOW, Alan,” complained Tag as the two men
carried right on spit-roasting the toddler, completely unconcerned.

“There’s no way this guy doesn’t know - unggggh sweet baby throat -
doesn’t know his kid was powerfucked,” said the second man, pounding his
thick meat deep into the toddler’s throat with a groan.

“Still gotta look good on paper,” Tag reprimanded him, muttering: “for
now” under his breath. The two lab-coat clad men continued to happily fuck
their two-year-old patient, their large adult dicks poisoning in and out
of his tight, well-fucked boy holes.

“Well just hurry up,” the burly officer finished lamely, obviously itching
to join them but trying to remain professional. “One load each into him
and then you get me that report!”

The two medical examiners waved their agreement and sped up their
thrusting into the toddler, moaning and sighing and pounding as if they
expected to meet in the middle of his tiny body.

Alex left the two men emptying their big balls into the tiny two-year old
positioned between them on the bed and continued making his way down the
hall, dazed and rock hard in his fitted jeans. What the fuck was going on?
Two police employees had just been casually fucking a toddler and didn’t
care at all when they were interrupted by an officer! What kind of police
station was this?

Still reeling, Alex didn’t notice Mitchell in the hallway until he
practically ran into him.

“Ah, Alex,” Mitchell said warmly, reaching out to shake his hand. “Glad
you’re finding your way okay. If you just come this way, there are a few
last formalities.”

The man ushered Alex down the hallway and into a large room with an eight
seat conference table. Two police officers sat on one side of the table
facing the bearded man and his wife. The man was pacing furiously while
his wife stared out into space, seemingly disconnected from reality.

As the door opened to admit Mitchell and Alex, the bearded man’s eyes
widened and an expression of outrage contorted his face.

“You!” he bellowed, and tried to dart around the large conference table to
get his hands on the young stud who had ploughed his son so effortlessly.
The two police officers were on their feet in an instant and hustling the
man back to the other side of the table, pushing him unceremoniously into
one of the seats.

Alex was dumbfounded. Was Mitchell intending to have a CHAT with these
people and hope everything would go away? One look at the fury etched into
the boy’s father’s face was enough to convince Alex that that would never
work. He glanced nervously at the police officers who were his only
protection from the burly, threatening man on the other side of the table.
One of the officers was easily 6 feet tall with long, dirty blonde hair
and a skinny, lanky body. Alex could see a little definition on the
policeman’s arms but doubted he had much strength.  The other police
officer was a short but lightly muscled man with a buzz cut and dog tags
hanging from his neck. Ex-military, Alex assumed.

“What is this MONSTER doing here?!” The bearded man demanded, leaping to
his feet again and pointing an accusing finger at Alex. “He should be in a
cell rotting for the rest of his life!”

“That’s a little premature, Mr Torrens,” Mitchell replied smoothly, taking
a seat at the table opposite the sweaty, red-faced man. “No charges have
been laid at this point and we are hoping that we can come to an
arrangement with you instead of wasting the government’s valuable time.”

Mr Torrens’ eyes bulged out of his head at the calm tone and absolute
confidence with which Mitchell delivered his opening salvo.

“An ARRANGEMENT?” He practically screamed. “You want me to make an
ARRANGEMENT with my son’s rapist?! And WHERE IS MY SON?!”

“Dada!”

All eyes darted to the door, where the tiny two-year old boy was bouncing
up and down excitedly - at eye level. Alex’s eyes widened as he took in
the massive, muscular black police chief standing directly behind the
child, his mammoth black cock impaling the infant’s tight hole from behind
and causing the little boy to jerk and bounce around with each twitch of
the enormous snake.

The chief was naked but for his hat, sweat glistening off his muscular
body. Pecs the size of dinner plates heaved as the hulking black man
breathed heavily, the squirming toddler on his dick the obvious source of
his horny exertion. One enormous, muscled arm was around the tot’s body,
and a hand big enough to encircle the child’s whole head like a tennis
ball was pressed against his tiny body, holding him up effortlessly. 
The other huge hand gripped the tiny boy around his waif-like
waist, sausage-like fingers almost completely encircling the child as the
two year old fuck toy was lifted up and down on the throbbing monster dick
that impaled him.

The muscular black police chief stood in the doorway like the statue of a
god, slowly stroking his huge dick with the tiny toddler fleshlight he
held in his big hands.

Mr Torrens collapse into his chair, a shocked expression on his face.
Beside him, his wife continued to gaze into nothingness, seemingly not
aware of anything.

Calmly, Mitchell produced a piece of paper from his briefcase and slid it
across the table.

“The medical report from the forensic unit,” he explained. “You will see
that it is conclusively determined that no penetration occurred and my
client’s DNA was not present in or around the child in question.”

Mr Torrens did not even glance at the report but instead fixed his gaze on
the chief, who slowly walked to the table and sat down, never lifting the
toddler fuck toy off his huge dick. Once he was comfortably seated, the
hulking black man spread his legs out into a comfortable position and
began slowly slamming the little boy up and down on his erect donkey dick.

“As you can see, the report is quite clear that your son was never, at any
point, penetrated.” Mitchell said, completely ignoring the deep moans and
high-pitched yelps of man and child fucking in the seat next to him.
Further along the table, the two uniformed officers were unzipping their
own pants and pulling out their own sizeable dicks, smirks of enjoyment
flashing across their faces.

“I have another document for you to peruse, Mr Torrens,” Mitchell
continued, paying no heed to the chief has he lifted the tiny child up,
inch after inch of dick sliding out of the child’s body long after Alex
could’t believe there could possibly have been more inside the kid. With a
wet ‘pop’ the huge black dick slid out of the well-fucked toddler hole,
which immediately gushed a gallon of daddymilk all over the chief’s lap.
As Mitchell produced another document and slid it across the table, the
chief handed the baby to the long blonde haired officer, who immediately
pushed the infant fucktoy down onto his own long, hard cock and started
pounding away, moans of rapture escaping from him.

Mr Torrens tore his eyes away from his thoroughly abused son, who moments
later had his immature throat plugged full of the ex-military officer’s
thick beer-can cock, and tried in vain to read the document before him. 
He looked up at Mitchell.

“You people are insane,” he said softly, wincing as the two police
officers started moaning more loudly and eagerly pistoning their large
cocks in and out of their newest little fuck boy.

Mitchell laughed a polite, lawyerly laugh.  “This is a standard model
release form, Mr Torrens.”

“For an event that you say didn’t happen!” Mr Torrens choked, unable to
tear his eyes away from the two police officers who were now shedding
their uniforms to expose their smooth, lightly muscled torsos, quickly
becoming sweaty and slippery as they fucked the two-year-old slut in both
holes.

Mitchell nodded, still entirely oblivious to the sights and sounds of the
two sweaty young police officers eagerly rutting the little child.

“The cognitive dissonance can be difficult for some.  We find this helps.”

He slid a third piece of paper across the table, smaller this time.  Much
smaller.  Mr Torrens frowned.

“A cheque? There’s no amount of money that could…” his voice trailed off
as he counted the zeroes.  He raised his eyes to look at Mitchell, trying
to ascertain if the figure was a joke. But a movement from the corner of
the room drew his eyes, and his mouth dropped open.

The buzz-cut officer had wrenched his beer-can cock out of the toddler’s
tight little throat, allowing the lanky blonde to stand up while still
keeping his long dick deep inside the tot. The two sweat-slicked men stood
facing each other, one with his cock sliding in and out of the tight fuck
boy he held in his arms and the other with his thick rod pressed up
against the well-stuffed boyhole before him. As Mr Torrens watched, the
ex-military officer bucked his hips and buried his beer-can cock inside
the infant’s hole, moaning loudly as he joined his big-dicked buddy in
utterly defiling the tiny slut.

The two sweaty man began fucking the baby hard, their thick cocks rubbing
against each other and their sweaty bodies mashed together. Within moments
the tiny child was covered in sweat, and with well-practiced movements the
two studs were able to flex their lightly muscled bodies and press them
together in such a way as to lift the little fuck toy up and down on their
throbbing cocks, freeing up their arms to wrap around each other and clasp
one another’s tight bodies.  Their lips found one another as they
continued thrusting forward and upwards, pounding hard into the tiny baby
boy who was now trapped between them, barely visible between their
heaving, sweaty bodies. It almost looked as though they were thrusting
into each other, but of course their meaty cocks were finding the ultimate
pleasure in stretching out the hole of the beautiful little two-year-old
between them.

Alex was jerking his own eight inch dick like mad, not even aware of when
he had pulled it out and certainly not giving a shit about whether Mr
Torrens saw him. Clearly there were powers at work at this meeting beyond
his understanding and the normal rules of propriety were out the window.
As he watched the two officers make out fiercely as they powerfucked the
baby between them, he couldn’t think of ever having seen anything so hot.

Tearing his eyes away from the hot copulation on his side of the table,
Alex noticed with shock that Mr Torrens’ dick was hard too and leaking a
copious stream of precum all over the front of his pants. As the sounds of
fucking and moaning increased, Mr Torrens hand unconsciously went to his
crotch and started rubbing through the thin material of his pants, and
Alex noted a decently sized bulge in the man’s crotch.

Mitchell never took his eyes off Mr Torrens, even as twin yells of victory
signalled the two studly, sweaty police officers unleashing their thick
loads into the tight baby boy mashed between their bodies, as their two
huge cocks pumped blast after blast of cum deep inside the
thoroughly-fucked little two year old.  Once the two officers were certain
they had emptied their balls completely inside their infant fuck toy, they
unceremoniously pulled their half-hard rods out of the baby and handed him
back to the chief, who fitted the gaping-assed child onto his mammoth cock
and shoved him down to the hilt until the boy’s pert buttocks slapped
against the chief’s groin.

The two younger officers collapsed into their chairs, high-fiving and
congratulating each other on a great fuck, still naked and with their
softening dicks splayed over their toned bodies and dribbling cum on their
abs and the floor.  The little tot, meanwhile, was only half conscious,
his head lolling against the muscular chest of the police chief as he
slowly but powerfully thrust his massive tool into the cum-filled baby.

Mr Torrens turned to look at Mitchell again. “So… I just sign this
document and then I get the money?”

Mitchell nodded politely, still totally unfazed by the wet slapping of the
chief’s heavy balls against the two-year-old’s tight, cum-covered ass as
the thrusting sped up.

Mr Torrens looked at the release form, looked at Mitchell, looked at Aaron
and then looked long and hard at the chief of police, whose thrusts had
now reached a brutal pace.  The chief’s face was contorted with pleasure
and the baby boy was babbling incoherent, pre-verbal gibberish tinged with
the erotic pleasure of a child. No fleshlight was ever pounded as
mercilessly as the muscular black police chief fucked that tight-bodied
little two-year-old cum dumpster.

As the chief bellowed and rammed his monster cock to the hilt again and
again inside the tiny tot he was holding like a fucktoy, Mr Torrens
scribbled his signature across the bottom of the document with a shaking
hand.  The chief’s whole body shook and trembled with shattering orgasmic
pleasure as he bred the infant hard and true, filling the baby’s body up
with his potent black sperm and sending it cascading out of the tot’s hole
and all over the chair and floor.  With a few final, brutal long-dicking
thrusts, the chief deposited the last of his load inside the toddler and
lifted him off his massive dick, laying the boy down on the table where he
promptly fell asleep, covered in cum and ass stretched beyond recognition
by the numerous enormous cocks the two-year-old had taken in rapid
succession.

Mitchell began packing up his briefcase and the two officers started
picking up the pieces of their uniform. The chief never said a word but
just walked out of the room naked, his point having been made well enough
with his dick.  Mr Torrens sat in his chair, completely ignored, his gaze
alternating between his baby boy and the cheque in his hand.  Watching
him, Alex couldn’t help but feel sorry for the man.

“Mr Torrens,” Alex said, causing Mitchell to stop on his way out of the
room but not turn around.

“Mr Torrens, I want to apologise.” Alex felt Mitchell stiffen beside him
but the man did not turn around.

Mr Torrens glanced up at him, a sad, mocking look in his eyes. Alex
pressed on.

“Not for fucking your son. I’ll never be sorry for that.”

Mr Torrens shook his head slightly, as if beyond the ability to be further
shocked.

“I’m sorry that I deprived you of the chance to take your son’s virginity.”

Mr Torrens’ eyes widened.  He looked at Alex, then down at his sleeping,
thoroughly abused two-year-old boy.  Tears started to form in his eyes.

“My son,” he said, a lump in his throat. “My beautiful boy.”

He looked up at Alex.  “It should have been me,” the man said, and fire
blazed in his eyes.

Alex nodded.  “You’re right.  And I am sorry it wasn’t. But let me ask you
this:  Did you know, until this moment, that it should have been you?”

Mr Torrens stared at him, torn between anger and reluctance to admit the
truth.

“No,” he confessed.

Alex nodded. “Then maybe this has helped you, in a way.”

Mr Torrens nodded slowly. Alex spoke gently.

“Just because you weren’t your son’s first lover doesn’t mean you can’t be
the greatest lover he will ever have.”

Mr Torrens looked up at Alex, hope and gratitude in his eyes. Without a
word he climbed onto the table, loosening his pants and fishing out his
own impressively thick cock. Gently he cupped his two-year-old son’s head
in one hand, and the boy’s eyes fluttered open, smiling up at his daddy.

“Hello, baby boy,” Mr Torrens smiled, tears glistening in his eyes. “I
love you so much.”

With a single thrust he buried his thick cock deep inside his beautiful
baby, and father and son moaned in unison, one deep and satisfied, one
high pitched and joyful.

As Mr Torrens began to slowly make love to his little tot, his wife slowly
seemed to break out of her reverie and begin to touch and caress her
husband and son, smiling as the two bonded more closely than ever before.

Alex watched for a few moments before turning and walking out of the room,
closely followed by Mitchell.

“That was something, my boy,” Mitchell said approvingly as they walked
down the hallway. “Your audition tape guaranteed you a spot at JNT, but
from what I just saw in there… you could be one of the best of us.”

Alex flushed at Mitchell’s praise, and excitement raced through him. He
was going to JNT! The object of all his dreams and desires since he first
discovered the pleasure of fucking children! A life of wanton,
toddler-fucking debauchery awaited him. His cock strained in his pants,
eager to get between as many tiny asscheeks as possible.

“The car is out the front. I’ll join you in a minute,” said Mitchell,
pointing.  As Alex walked towards the stretch limo and the waiting
toddlers inside it, Mitchell pulled out a slim cell phone and punched a
number.

“Yes, sir.  Exactly as you predicted. The effect is definitely getting
stronger.  Yes, sir, it’s possible. Yes.  Of course. Yes, sir.  See you at
the compound.”

He terminated the call, smiling to himself briefly before opening the limo
door to the sounds of moans and eager baby-fucking.

“Driver, take the long way to the airport.”

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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.  Write to <daddymilk@sigaint.org>.

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