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Innocence Lost - 12
by Tim S. (no address provided)
***
The joyful loss of innocence of a boy due to the actions
of his best friend, his father and others. Earlier parts
of this store may be found in directory 32. (Mm, ped,
inc, orgy)
***
Now let us discuss the wonder that was my fifth birthday
that, if you read the last chapter, you already know it
took place a few days later. My parents threw me a
little party and invited all of my (three) childhood
friends. Jimmy was present, of course, and two other
kids that I grew up with, but it was very boring and I
distinctly remember the clown cake making me nauseated.
My real party was thrown by the members of my "extended
family" and was a bit more interesting. Bob and Jimmy
hosted the event at Vance's house, so he was in
attendance as well. Of course Bear showed, as did Steve,
Frank, Ed and his son James, Dr. Joe and a handful of
others. I had requested that it remain a small group
consisting of my favorites from all of the men I had
met, mostly from my first party.
Oh, and Bear brought along Stick as well, since most of
the group wanted to see a repeat performance by he and
I, but this time live in front of them. I had no qualms
about this and was looking forward to it in a twisted
way. Bob told my parents that it was going to be another
trip up to his mother's house, but they only agreed to a
one night stay this time, which is why we had the party
at Vance's closer to my home residence. None of the men
seemed to mind and Frank even closed down the porno shop
that night so that he could attend and film the event.
The party itself was scheduled for Saturday, but for me
it started during the day on Friday with the usual good
cleansing enema rituals. Bob had gotten me some and I
hid them in my room. I would wait until my mom went
downstairs to do some laundry and then it was straight
to the bathroom to flush myself out. One time my mother
almost caught me, so I told her that my tummy was upset
and I was having diarrhea, as Bob had suggested.
He knew that my mom would give me some medicine for it
that would also slow my bowels, and she did. I still
enjoy the use of enemas and sometime don't really have
that "not so fresh feeling" unless I'm clean both
outside as well as in. I spent the night at Bob's house
so that we could "get an early start" on Saturday for
the drive to "Jimmy's grandmother's house." In reality,
it took only about thirty minutes to get to where we had
to go.
Bob insisted that I only eat popcorn two days prior so
that when the kernels started to show in my stool that
we were close to getting me completely cleansed. I ate
over at his house so my mom wouldn't be suspicious. We
didn't mess around that night as we were all saving
ourselves for my birthday.
In the morning, I "douched" twice again and got a plug
inserted before we drove to see Vance, who had requested
our early presence the next day to help with the set up.
Once there the clothes came off, as Vance was still a
bit of a nudist and I at once decided to join him. Bob
and Jimmy were a bit reticent to follow my lead, but
when I told them that it was my birthday and that I
should get what I wanted, they complied.
We laid out the mats on the floor and placed the
appropriate swing near one of the circles and Bear had
even been kind enough to transport down my rack, which
was set up on the opposite side of the circle. And I can
just imagine the looks a child sized leather rack drew
being hauled all of the way down here in the back of his
pick up.
I had asked if we could just skip the whole circles
thing, since I felt it too confining and wanted to be
able to have fun wherever I was. Since it was going to
be such a small group of only trusted friends, Bear, as
my daddy, agreed to my request. We also prepped the
food, drink and drug table and when we had finalized
everything, Vance suggested we all go to his parlour for
some drinks or whatever before the men started to
arrive.
Bob and Jimmy had their usual Jack and coke, while Vance
offered me something called a Long Island iced tea. I
had never been to Long Island before, but I've got to
admit, they made excellent iced tea and I was feeling
it's effects in no time. We all snacked some, but I
stuck solely to the popcorn, as Bob had recommended.
When Vance decided to make himself a Martini, I had to
try one of those as well, but didn't find them quite to
my tastes. The Margarita was ok and the strawberry
Daiquiri was awesome. During this time, Vance, of
course, broke out the smoke and soon there was a lovely
haze settling over the room. About an hour before the
scheduled time, Bob told me that it was time to go
upstairs to finish "getting ready," which meant the real
good flushing, and started to get up, but Vance waved
him off, requesting that he be able to help me this
time.
Bob agreed and so it was Vance who led me upstairs to
his luxurious bathroom. He hung the bag filled with warm
water and oils and I assumed the position. He hooked me
up and let it flow. After the third time, I was coming
out clean, but Vance insisted that we try it a few more
times to be sure. I didn't argue.
When it was time for me to empty, he climbed in the tub
with me and sat down behind me and told me to push it
out as hard as I could. When I did it warm clear oily
water coated him and he immediately got hard. Now, don't
be mistaken, he was already turned on this whole time,
but when I coated him with my evacuant, he really got
excited. Different strokes, I guess. He looked so sexy
with his hairless body and his bulging muscles
glistening with the oils that had squirted out of me
that I wanted to plop down on his cock right then and
there but good sense won out and I decided to wait. It
took one more flush and subsequent spraying one him
before Vance decided that I was clean enough. Then he
inserted a large plug before telling me he wanted to
give me one of my presents.
"But Vance, you're already letting me use your house and
providing the food and stuff, so I don't need a present
from you" is what I should have said. But hey, I was
five years old. Of course my response was "Gimme!" or
something along those lines.
"Well, this isn't your unusual present, Timmy. It's
something special, all of the way from China and it took
a bit to get it here for you. I just want you to
understand how special it is before you feel let down."
he told me. You know parents usually say something
similar before they give you clothes, so I was already
feeling let down.
Then he guided me to his room where he produced a small
oil lamp and a large pipe with a bowl shape at the end.
He lit the lamp and pulled out a small pea-sized blob,
which he put in the bowl. He had me lay on my side on
his large four-poster bed and brought the lamp close to
the bowl. "Go ahead and smoke it. It will help you relax
and feel no pain."
"What is it?" I asked.
"Just trust me. It's called opium and it's one of the
oldest drugs on the planet. They've been using it for
hundreds of years, and it's really hard to get a hold
of, but I thought you might like some since Bear and Dr.
Joe won't be able to inject with any "H" this time.
Actually the "H" is made from this stuff. And you liked
that, didn't you?" I nodded. "So go ahead. Bear knows
and has already said that it was ok with him. We just
have to keep it secret from Bob, ok?"
"OK." I told him and took a deep puff. I held it like I
do when we smoke the other stuff and surprisingly didn't
feel like I had to cough, like I sometimes do whenever I
smoked. I laid back on Vance's pillows and let the opium
have its way with me. I started to feel very relaxed and
kind of happy.
"Smoke some more." Vance said to me and I did. He was
right. It was similar to the feelings that I got from
Bear's shots, but there was no pain involved, which I
liked. I soon felt as though I was floating and then the
doorbell rang. My birthday guests were arriving. Vance
called down to Bob to let everyone in and guide them to
the basement because I wasn't quite ready yet. Bob
called up to see if we needed some help, but Vance told
him that we were fine.
"Go ahead, Timmy. Finish it. You're going to like the
feeling it gives you." Of that I had no doubt. I felt
kind of sleepy and completely content. They could have
brought a moose up here to fuck me right now and I would
not protest in the slightest. Off in the (mental)
distance I heard Bone's friendly yelps and realized that
my daddy had finally arrived. He came upstairs to check
in on me.
"How's my boy doing?" he asked me, then to Vance he
said, "How's he doing?"
"Fine. He seems to like it. Look, he's doing it on his
own now." I had rolled back on my side to relight the
ball of goo and puffed on it until it was all gone. Bear
had a big smile on his face and said,
"Good. He should have some fun tonight. I'm going to let
everyone who's interested to try and fist him. I doubt
many people will decline."
"Put me on the top of that list." Vance said. When I was
done they had to help me down the stairs, lest I fall
and guided me to the basement room. There was only about
a dozen people in there, but they were the ones that I
had hand selected because they either fucked well or
looked sexy or even just because I liked the way their
cock looked or felt. I started floating around the room
and greeted my guests and thanking them for coming as
they went about making drinks or doing their drugs of
choice. When I saw Bone tied up in a corner, I went
immediately to him and nuzzled my face in his furry
neck.
He remembered me well and was very excited to see me.
His red bullet shot out in seconds. When I noticed it I
rolled him over on his back, rubbed his belly while
plopping my ass on his face and aimed my mouth for his
pointed pecker so that we ended up in a sort of 6(K)9
position. Bear stopped me before I was able to get him
into my mouth and lightly pulled me away.
"Humans first. You'll get to have him while everyone is
resting between your performances." he said to me. He
always treated these parties as though they we shows or
plays. Each part of it was an act or scene, with
intermissions in between so that the men could
recuperate. It was kind of weird, but it broke the
parties down into manageable sections so I guess it had
some merit. He guided me over to my age-appropriate rack
and a couple of guys strapped me in.
The group started to gather around me with lust in their
stares. "Some announcements, gentlemen. First, per
Timmy's request, the circles are meaningless tonight. He
would prefer to be available to everyone at anytime, no
matter what is going on." There was a collective cheer.
"Second. For tonight only, Ed wants all to know that
James is not available." A small "aww" emitted from a
few mouths.
"He says that it's Timmy's night, so he should be the
focus of the activities. But, he does want James to have
some fun, so James will be a part of the group that gets
to fuck Timmy. Get it? James is not a catcher tonight,
only a pitcher." A little laugh.
"Next, Jimmy is also off-limits for the same reasons,
but Jimmy has a very key role in the festivities. He
will be filling a glass with all of our contributions
tonight. Every drop that we push into Timmy will be
collected for his refreshment later on, since he keeps
telling anyone who will listen that he love to drink
cum, we will give him a big glass of cum to down."
A few "oo's" and "ah's." Lastly, you may notice the
wooden pipe that Vance has on display on the table. This
is a very special blend of smoke that is only to be used
by Timmy. It's one of his birthday presents from Vance
and is completely off-limits to all," Bob looked at Bear
and Vance suspiciously, and you call all probably guess
what was in that pipe (marijuana wrapped around a ball
of opium).
Anyway, that's it for the rules and I want to thank you
all for coming to help my son celebrate his fifth
birthday the way he wanted it done. But, I have one last
request. As my "adopted" son, Timmy here has been quite
kind to all of us, and I want him and us to truly enjoy
this. So with that in mind, I made sure that he didn't
get too stretched out today. I preferred to watch it
done by all of us.
That being said, if you would all be so kind, I would
like us to have him by order of size, that way we all
get to see how tight his ass hole can really be. You
know, so someone like me doesn't totally stretch it out
before some of the smaller guys get a crack at him, you
know what I mean?" The guys milled about for a little
bit, comparing dick sizes and what not before forming a
proper line of sorts while still positioning themselves
to all get a good view at the show.
James, being only about fourteen headed up the line,
while Vance and Bear, being the ones with the most girth
found themselves at the very end. Jimmy assumed his
position by my side, holding a large margarita glass to
catch all of the jizz that oozed out of me. The thought
of my future drink of choice in such potentially large
quantities aroused me somewhat. He was also to be in
charge of the lubrication and possible "fluffing"
duties, should the need arise. The latter need was not
really anticipated, but was appreciated all the same.
James stepped up with his teenaged cock pointing right
at my hole. Jimmy applied a bit of lubrication to it and
it slid right on in. He groaned at the sensations that
my hole gave him. Sadly, he wasn't old enough to have
learned any dick control and blasted quickly into me. I
could feel the lip of the glass press against the rim of
my hole, ready to catch whatever came out. I kind of
pushed as he pulled out, forcing some more jizz out with
his cock. I would continue to do this for each of them,
as I wanted to ensure that the glass got as full as
possible.
As soon as he was gone, another took his place inside of
me and, as Bear had hinted to, I could feel my hole
stretch out a little bit which continued with each
progressively sized man. After about the third guy I
noticed this glowing feeling starting in the pit of my
bowels that grew with each load added. After the fifth
guy, the cum was starting to flow from me, as I was
getting to be so full with their man juice. The cold rim
of the glass occasionally touched my inflamed hole,
which gave me little shivers each time. I was in heaven.
There was nothing wrong with this. Nothing wrong with
the world as long as this gang bang continued. Each cock
a little bigger, each load squirting further inside of
my soupy little hole. Ah, it felt so good. More and more
of their cream filled me and concurrently, the glass. I
would have quite the cocktail awaiting my thirsting
mouth when this was all over. The glow was now expanding
to my chest and soon encompassed my whole being.
Dr. Joe, Ed, Frank, Bob and several others passed
through my sphincter and now, with Steve the stretching
was becoming quite noticeable. I was full by this point,
both with cock and cum, but they just kept going. I
could feel Steve's foreskin opening and closing inside
of me like a jellyfish and I was grateful to Bear for
recommending this. It felt amazing, especially with the
opium coursing through my veins, taking away all of pain
without dulling any of the pleasurable feeling that I
was getting. It was quite simply amazing.
Steve filled my bowels and slowly pulled out with Jimmy
scraping the cum off of his rod with the glass, ensuring
that it all got inside. Vance's thick meat was next and
he decided to take his time and slowly slide into me,
enjoying every fold of my bowels. Steve had given me a
bit of a stretch, but Vance tore me. I could feel it the
moment my sphincter could take no more and the sudden
pop that accompanied it's tearing, which allowed Vance
to slide in much further all of a sudden.
Again, there was no pain to go with it, just a
wonderfully delicious fullness sensation that rippled up
my nerves as each ropey vein rippled inside of me and
ignited the pleasure centers in my brain. I was in sheer
ecstasy and I still had my daddy, Bear to go. I thought
about how he would make me feel with his thick,
throbbing probe just as Vance's cock struck my prostate.
This forced out a squirt of warm pee cum from me that
splattered on my chest and belly and flowed down my
sides. Vance was thrilled by this and pumped me harder
until he couldn't stand it anymore and he erupted inside
of me. He stayed there a minute and milked out all of
his cum with his hand so that I could be sure to receive
every last drop before he pulled out. Slowly the
sensation of emptiness enveloped me before I felt Bear
knocking at my back door. This was going to be a
challenge.
Every other time with Bear I had already been stretched
out to my limits with the butt plugs. This time it had
not occurred. I was taking Bear raw as possible and it
was like a cripple trying to walk without their
crutches. Sure, the other men had stretched me and their
glorious fluids lubricated me, but it was not like it
had been before. The head of Bear's massive tool pressed
against my dripping hole and stopped. My rectum held
firm, trying to bar his entry.
Don't mistake this for hesitancy on my part, however. I
wanted Bear, oh, how I wanted him, but my body was
unsure of how it was going to be accomplished. Bear's
wasn't. His engorged meat was hard as iron and was
trying to force its way inside. My small body lost this
war and finally, gratefully opened up to this new
invader. In one fell swoop, Bear was halfway into me. I
gasped. It literally took my breath away. It felt so
good! My body stretched and reshaped itself to
accommodate his large size as it touched every
centimeter of my colon at the same time.
But still it marched onward and inward tickling my
sphygmoid in a matter of seconds. Again, my form adapted
to allow for his presence. But he did not stop. Further
and further he forced it past the 3/4 mark, slowly
making its way deeper in me. I was at the limits of my
ability to adjust and knew that soon he was going to
have to stop. I expected him to do so, but he was not so
inclined. Now he was as deep inside of me as ever, but
he was not satisfied with it.
"Somebody pop him. I'm not stopping this time. Not until
I'm all of the way in." My eyes bulged out at that. He
was finally going to fully penetrate me, come hell or
high water. My brain and body argued over the
feasibility of this act. My body said no, but my mind
was in no state to listen. All it knew was that this was
feeling great and it wanted more. Before the fight could
be resolved, though, I heard a familiar crack and
smelled the vapors of an ampule behind held under my
nose. Oddly enough, though, this time I did not lose
consciousness.
I was in no place to complain and was practically
knocked senseless by it, but still awake and aware of
Bear's actions within me. I couldn't speak. I couldn't
react or resist. All I could do was just lay there and
take it. And I did. All of it. I could feel him driving
deeper in me. It felt as though he was straightening out
the S-curve that my bowels made. Deeper and deeper he
went, seeming to flow inside of me. He wasn't forcing it
so much as keeping the pressure up and letting nature
take its course. I felt him go past any of our previous
attempts at this.
I felt the head of his cock entering place previously
untouched by another person. Again, no pain accompanied
this. Just a glowing pleasure that enveloped me as I
enveloped him. I felt warm. Comforted. I knew that there
should be pain. I should be screaming my head off. But
why? Not when it felt sooo good. Something suddenly
tickled my hole. A few seconds later I realized that it
was Bear's pubic hairs. We were almost there. I was
almost fully penetrated by him and his enormous dick. I
silently begged him to do it. To finish it. I wanted to
feel his balls resting against my ass cheeks.
"Just do it, Bear. Just push it the rest of the way in."
I silently screamed. I guess he heard my mental commands
because he did just that. He gave himself a good shove
and finally- finally he was fully seated inside of me.
We were there. Fully bonded as father and son in a way
few could ever experience. His sack touched my tender
skin and I was in ecstasy. I was still paralyzed at this
time, at least physically, but mentally I was orgasming.
I was moaning and writhing in my brain in a way I never
had before. My body reacted to it. I heard one guy cry
out, "Look! He's cumming!" And I was. Thick jets of
white, sticky cum shot from my small, throbbing prick.
Jimmy quickly got up and collected it into the glass,
rubbing his finger in the pool that he had missed and
making sure to transfer as much as he could to the large
pool of DNA that was already in the glass. I saw him
sneak a taste of it for himself and I let it happen
without complaint. As I was still practically comatose,
there wasn't much that I could do about it, anyway, now
was there? Bear waited patiently for my orgasm to
subside, but cheered me along.
"That's it, son. You like it, don't you? You can feel
it, huh? Feel all of me in you. You like that, don't
you? Yeah, I know you do. Ah, yes, son, ah, shoot it. It
feels so good to have you shoot that load while I'm in
you. All done? Good, because it's my turn now, boy. Take
your daddy's cock all of the way inside of you. Ah!"
When I was done that is when he was just getting
started. He pulled out a bit and slid it back in,
slowly, oh so slowly, making sweet love to my little boy
ass. It didn't last long, though. The making love
quickly progressed to humping and finally, full on
fucking. I felt his full nut sack slapping against the
small of my back with each of his mighty thrusts into
me. Harder and harder he pounded against me, making his
prick go a little bit deeper each time. He held firmly
onto my hips and slammed his groin against me.
I could hear the wet slapping noises our bodies made as
they came together. I could feel the juices run from out
of me as he plunged my hole and the impact of our
collisions rippled through my body. Louder and harder it
got. Bear growling in his pleasure. "I ain't never got
inside anyone else like this, boy. Ah, god, it's so
good. So fucking good. Fuck yes, son, take all of it.
Take it. FUCKING TAKE IT!!!!! AH!" But it wasn't "ah"
that he really said.
In reality, he roared. He literally roared as he shot
inside of me. It was a sound that I've never heard a
human being make before or since. It was so animalized.
So primal. So dominant. He, of course, slammed into me
with all of his might at this point and this was enough
to rouse me from my stupor. My body had been through
enough and forced action back into itself. I screamed.
Yes, I'm ashamed to admit it, but I did scream. In pain.
In pleasure. In sheer anguish over what was being done
to my young self. It was agony. It was bliss. It was the
highest high and the lowest low all balled together. But
I liked it.
I felt his load as it ran the full distance from the
base of his gigantic meat all of the way to the tip
where it flooded me. Jimmy was there to catch it, of
course, but I didn't think that any would come out since
it was shot so deep inside of me. I thought that it must
be shooting straight into my belly from that end. I felt
that he shot it so deep that if I tried, I could
probably taste it. And there was so much! He must have
been saving this up for weeks!
I felt it as it rippled through his hose and flowed into
me. There must have been over a dozen good gushes so
far, with no sign of it stopping any time soon. But,
sadly, to all good things there must come and end, and
such was it this time. Bear collapsed on top of my and
we both hung there, "father" and "son" suspended by the
chains, still joined together. It was definitely a
"bonding" moment in more ways than one. Bear's turgid
member soon deflated and shrunk within me.
I felt it as it inched its way back to flaccid status.
It kind of tickled. Finally Bear recovered enough to
stand up and remove himself from me, leaving me feeling
physically and emotionally vacant. And, as I predicted,
no fluid escaped from my body. He had just shot it way
too deep. Oh, sure, eventually gravity would help expel
it from within me, but I preferred to keep it for as
long as I could. It was my birthday gift, after all,
wasn't it? And I had every right to keep it, if I chose.
I could feel my bowels as they righted themselves back
to their correct dimensions and positions. And I looked
forward to taking a little break for myself after
pleasuring all of these men. But they had other ideas.
Frank and Dr. Joe extricated me from the swing where I
had hung for so long and laid me on my belly over a
triangular pad that put me in a doggie-style position. I
quickly realized what for when I looked over and saw
Bone, who was so excited that his doggie dick was fully
exposed and he was pulling at his bonds to get to me.
They held him by the collar as they untied him, intended
(I think) to walk him over to me as calmly as they
could, but he got free, ran over to where I lay and
jumped on top of my back. Without so much as a lick up
my ass crack to say "hello", he tore into me and thrust
his way as far in as he could, essentially raping me
with his throbbing, hard canine cock. Again I was
fortunate that these men cared enough for me to bind his
dew claws because he immediately tried to dig them into
my sides. A cheer rose up from the group as soon as he
was in and it didn't distract him in the least.
I was repeatedly impaled on his rod as he hunched over
and slammed into me over and over. I quickly felt his
knot pressing against my hole, begging for entry and
surprisingly enough, it wouldn't go in. One would think
that after Bear and the rest of them I would be opened
up enough to grant it access, but such was not the case.
But this didn't dissuade him, however and he kept trying
to force it inside. Suddenly, I had lost my glow and I
started to experience some pain from all of this. After
all it had been, what, a couple of hours since my last
hit. How long had they been fucking me so far? I
couldn't even begin to compute it in my head. All I know
is that I wanted to feel good again. No, I needed to
feel that way again. It had felt so good and I craved
that sensation. I cried out for Vance and begged him to
get me my smoke.
"Ah, it hurts. Ah, make him stop. It hurts so much!
Please, Vance. Make it stop. Make the pain stop! Give me
some of the smoke. I need to feel good again." Vance
immediately went to grab the pipe and light it up as he
pressed the end of it to my lips. I inhaled deeply and
held on to the smoke for dear life. Two more puffs like
that and the glow started to form once again in the pit
of my belly. Six more and it was all gone.
Vance whispered to me that he would go upstairs and get
me another present of it for me after Bone was done,
because he had never seen anything like this before and
wanted to witness it firsthand. I told him that was fine
and he gave me a deep kiss. During my smoking, my body
had began to relax and Bone's knot was gaining purchase
inside of me. He hadn't broken all of the way in yet,
but he was trying awfully hard. I let the drugs take
control and next thing I knew, it had popped inside.
I emitted a weak groan that sounded more like a squeak
as it slid in. There was another cheer from the
assembled group and I looked around at all of their
smiling, happy faces and noted that Frank had his camera
and was filming close-ups of my tortured hole. I saw
pride in the eyes of Bob, Bear and Vance and I knew that
I had done a good thing with this. I settled in and let
myself be violated by this furry beast.
The glowing once again enveloped my whole body as Bone
pounded away at me, making little yelps and growls as he
did. I was happy to know that I could please him just as
well as I had pleased all of the other men. And it felt
so good now. No pain again. Just that continuous
pleasure.
Bone tore me apart with his thrusting, constantly trying
to get in just a bit more with each thrust. His cock
felt a bit different inside of me than any of the others
I had taken so far. I couldn't put my finger on what
exactly it was, maybe due to the shape of it, but
whatever, it just felt different. His knot felt so good
as it pressed against the inside of my opening, warping
its shape with each pull. Bone was getting more and more
excited by his own actions and I knew that he was close.
Finally he went and I could feel his hot doggie semen
filling me. Over and over it shot into me, his knot
making such a tight seal against my opening that none
could escape yet. And I could feel it filling me up. It
felt like a warm balm to my tortured innards. But,
unlike the men, it wasn't enough to make him stop.
That's one of the things that I liked about this.
When he came inside of me, it just seemed to make him
even more excited and pound me harder. He was very
multi-orgasmic, like most other dogs. Not that I knew
this at the time. I had only been with this one, all I
knew was that I liked it. I relaxed the best that I
could and let him take me over and over. In all I think
he filled me a total of six times before he was sated.
My bowels were absolutely almost overflowing with his
cream, but none could escape just yet, due to his
natural plug. He tried to get off, but of course his
knot and my inflamed ass hole held him firmly in place.
He hopped off of my back and turned around so that we
were locked end to end. This made me emit a loud moan,
since it made his price cut a 180 degree turn inside of
me. God, I loved that sensation ever since Bob did it to
me the first time we had fucked. It tickled just right.
I don't know. It's just a damn good sensation that
everyone should try at least once in their lives.
Fully sated now, Bone kept trying to extricate himself
from within me, but to no avail. He started walking
away, but all that accomplished was to pull me from my
perch on top of the triangular pad and, due to my oily
skin, pull me a bit across the padded floor. This
elicited much laughter from the assembled group. They
kept calling to Bone to make him drag me this way and
that. I didn't fight it at all. It was kind of fun,
especially with Jimmy chasing us with the cum glass and
even felt good in a weird way, this bonding.
We were one body right know and no one could tear us
apart. Not until his hardness subsided, anyway, which is
what eventually happened. He was pulling me around the
floor and I felt our connection start to slip a bit. I
clamped down on my anal sphincter as hard as I could to
allow this feeling to continue, but Bone must have
noticed it himself because he suddenly stopped and gave
one big tug.
I felt a pop as he ripped himself out of me followed by
a large gush of canine cum as it literally flowed from
my gaping hole. Jimmy was there, seeing to his duties,
but after a few seconds he called put for help. It seems
that we had filled this glass to the brim with semen and
it was threatening to overflow. I couldn't believe that
so much cum had been shot into me and was now ejecting
itself from my being. One of the men quickly brought him
another glass and took the full one from him, being
diligent to ensure that none escaped.
He showed it to me. He showed me that large margarita
glass filled with all of the collected semen from the
group. My mouth watered as I thirsted for it. He made
some snide comment about how they had filled me or
something like that, which I ignored. Had he offered I
would have taken that glass from him and downed all of
the white creamy goodness that resided within it. Alas,
he did not and instead he placed it carefully on a table
where it would set until they had exhausted themselves
within me and all of it had been collected for my
drinking pleasure.
The men broke up into their separate groups. Some went
for more drugs, others to the bar and some stayed to
watch the next part of the show where Bear helped me to
rise up and squat over the glass. He told me to try to
push like I was taking a crap, which I did, wanting to
please my daddy in every way my drug addled brain could
muster. I pushed as hard as I could and soon felt more
semen evacuating my bowels. It ran out in a long line
and was collected by Jimmy.
I heard his lips smack as he watched it fill this second
glass. I knew he had the same thoughts that I did. He
wanted to drink it down right here, right now and not
wait for later. But, no. This was all for me, unless I
chose to share some with him, which at this very moment
I was rather disinclined to do. This was to be the
"icing on my cake" so to speak and I was feeling greedy
at the moment.
I kept pushing, as Bear had instructed me to do and soon
the loud wet farting sounds and the flow of jizz
subsided. This glass was now about half full (or half
empty, depending on your mind set) with man juice and
Bear let me lay down on the floor, now feeling a bit
emptier, but still glowing. I was facing the door to the
stairs and saw Vance return (I didn't even realize that
he left) with my pipe. He caught my eyes and gave me a
little nod, acknowledging that he had gone upstairs to
refill my pipe. I gave him a weak smile of gratitude. I
heard Bear call out to Frank.
"Hey Frank, I don't think that he'll be able to hang in
the rack right now. He's too far gone. You think you can
make it work with him laying over the pad?" he said,
nodding to the triangular pad that I had just gotten
Bone'd on.
"Yeah, sure. I can make it work in any position. You
know that." Frank answered after he removed the straw
from his nose. Now that I knew what that powder did to a
guy, I knew that I was in for even more fun as many of
the men were crowded around the table, taking turns
using it.
"Alright, gentlemen," Bear called out. "I know that many
of you had a special request for a repeat performance of
what you all saw on the movie. (They had all gotten to
see my movie? Wow. I was a star now. I wondered how many
other men have been able to see it.) So if you all
gather around here, Frank will gladly give us all a live
show."
The men all huddled around my naked form as it laid over
the pad, forcing my ass high into the air. Frank was the
last to join the group as he had to stop and grab the
lubrications needed to make what was coming next work.
The crowd parted almost in reverence as Frank passed by.
He kneeled down behind me and began applying lubricant
generously to his hands. I now knew what was coming. How
I had not realized it before, I don't know. I guess you
could blame it on the drugs. But the funny thing was
that I felt this need. This craving to have it done. To
feel the fullness that his hand being inserted into my
rectum would give me. I wanted to be fisted.
No, I needed to be fisted right now. I suddenly felt
this empty sensation and knew that I needed Frank's hand
to feel complete and whole again. I shifted myself so
that I could rise up onto my knees and put my little
butt even higher into the air, to allow for easier
access.
"Look! The kid wants it!" some guy called out and there
were murmurs of agreement and surprise. How little they
knew. I didn't just want it. I needed it! I felt Frank
apply three fingers to my backside and slide them inside
of me. It felt good especially since I knew what was to
soon follow. He worked them around inside of me, this
way and that, trying to ensure that I was getting the
full stretch. Soon another finger joined in.
The cum that coated every inch of my bowels made the
going very easy as he repeated the process of making
sure that my muscles were fully dilated before I felt
his thumb trying to enter as well. This was it. I was
soon to feel as full as I'd ever have and I wanted it. I
pushed with my muscles, trying to allow him greater
access, just as I had been trained to do. He noticed
this and push in as hard and as quickly as he could.
"Yeah, that's it, Timmy. Flex those muscles. You are
such a good boy. You want this, don't you? You want to
feel my hand in you? Come on, boy. Take it. Let me in.
Come on. That's it. God. Open it up. Open that ass for
me. Let me in." And I did. I let him fully penetrate me
with all of his fingers and soon his whole hand was
pressed into me. God, what a stretch. But it felt so
good. So whole. He rolled his arm around and I could
feel the knot that his thumb made running over and back
inside my hole.
It kept rolling over my prostate, this way and that,
making me squirt a bit of pee cum that Jimmy didn't
notice. I heard gasps of surprise and yells of approval
as the men cheered Frank and I on. I relished the
attention that I was getting. I was definitely the star
of this show. Frank kept applying pressure, trying to
see how far in he could go. I didn't care. Again, I felt
no real pain. Just that glowing pleasure brought on by
the opium. Hell, he could start punching my hole and it
would not have made one lick of difference to me. "Damn,
Bear, you really opened this kid up!"
"What do you mean?" was his response.
"Well, you never bottomed out in him before did you?"
"No. Why?"
"Well you dilated him all of the way in. I think I
can..." At this point he pushed harder and deeper into
me than ever before and I felt him slide in even
further. Normally, when Frank had fisted me before, that
is, my rectum would clamp tight around his wrist and he
could get no further inside. This time, however, I could
feel part of his forearm gaining access. "Yes. Shit!
He's so stretched out inside! I can feel the fuzzy part
of him. Damn! This kid's amazing!"
Another cheer from the group. He continued the pressure
and the pushing and at some point a groan emitted from
deep within me followed immediately by another rush of
cum from my throbbing little prick. I felt it shoot out
all over my belly and slide down (Up? Whatever. Remember
the position that I was in) to my chest. There was no
real way for Jimmy to add this one to the collection,
sadly, but at this point I really couldn't give a fuck.
"Alright, Frank. That's enough." Bear suddenly said.
"Alright everyone. Time to line up again, but this time
by arm circumference. I'm going to give each of you a
once in a lifetime chance. You can all take turns
fisting Timmy if you want to." The loudest cheer yet
from this assemblage of perverts and child molesters. I
hadn't been in on this part of the plans for tonight,
but if this was what my daddy wanted, then I was all for
it. Besides, I was feeling too good to argue. I got very
excited at the prospect of all of these men taking turns
fisting me. God, what a pervert I had turned out to be.
Of course, no one declined Bear's invite. They all lined
up again, but this time instead of comparing cock size,
they all took turns seeing who's arm was the biggest.
Surprisingly, Bear wasn't at the end of this line. Sure
his meat hooks were large, just like the rest of him,
but actually it was Vance, with all of his rippling, cut
muscles who stood all of the way at the end. He had arms
like a baseball pitcher. Just thinking of Vance's arm
penetrating me as deep as Frank gave me a shiver. Frank
waited until the line was set before he pulled out of me
and took the camera from the guy who was filming Frank's
performance so that he could film this group fisting.
"Damn, never seen anything like this before. Timmy,
you're going to be a legend, kiddo. And I'm going to
catch it all on film!" he said after kneeling down next
to me. James, being the youngest, was again the first in
line.
"I've never done this before. How do I...?" he asked
tentatively. Frank gave him a quick lesson and showed
him how to hold his hand properly.
"Just keep going in until it feels fuzzy. You're never
going to get a chance like this again, kid, so enjoy
it." Frank told him. And he did. In his inexperience he
really pushed too hard and send me sliding on the floor
a bit. Frank corrected him and soon James was doing it
like a pro. His skinny little arm couldn't fill me like
Frank's did, but what he lacked in stretch, he made up
for in depth. He reached an area inside of me that Bear
hadn't. I started to see dark spots in my vision and I
think that I was close to passing out. That's how deep
he was. And although it felt good for the most part, I
was really in this game for the stretching sensations,
so I was glad that before I lost consciousness, he
pulled out and let the next guy in line have a hand at
it. (Sorry, just couldn't resist that little joke.) My
face was plastered against the floor padding so I
couldn't see exactly who ‘s arm was in me each time, but
whenever someone rubbed inside of me the right way, or a
caught a bit of their voice that I recognized I would
turn and give them a little smile of encouragement.
Oh, I was in heaven, feeling these men and how different
their arms felt inside of me. They all went as deep as
they could and more than once the whole line had to move
forward a bit to keep up with how I kept slowly skidding
across the floor. Frank was capturing all of this on
film and would get a nice close up of my gaping hole
each time one man pulled out and before the next could
get in.
He'd even stop some of the guys whenever the gape looked
especially good to him and coach me a bit. "That's it,
Timmy. Just let it hang open like that. No! No, don't
clench it closed. Just like that. Yes. Yes! Let it stay
open." He even got Vance to go and grab a flashlight so
that he could shine it inside of my open rectum and get
a great shot of my innards. His words, not mine.
Somewhere along the way, I started losing my buzz again
and some pain crept back in. How I had gone this long
without hurting even the slightest bit was a miracle.
But when I commented on the pain the only response was
Bear walking to the table to fetch my pipe again. I
smoked it while the next man in line, Bob, stepped up
for his chance.
"Guess the tables have turned, huh, Timmy? Now I get to
put my fist in you for a change." He was relentless,
letting the sadist in him take control again. He was
definitely trying to hurt me a bit and wanted to hear me
cry out. But by then the smoke was kicking in again and
all complaints of pain were forgotten.
Now, don't you think that this was all a nice slow,
controlled environment all of this time. Remember that
these men were currently being fueled by cocaine and
whatever else was pumping through their systems. Several
men lost both their control and composure. Many were
easily returned to some form of sanity by Bear or Vance,
but others... Well others were forced to comply by
whatever force was necessary. Sometimes this meant that
things got physical.
Bear flat out decked more than one. Two had to be
forcibly ejected from the house when their behavior got
too aggressive. Most men just had to be jacked off by
Jimmy to allow them the opportunity to let their passion
subside a bit. That was fine, it just meant that there
was more of a treat for me, as their contributions were
added to the glass. At no time during all of this was I
scared, though. I knew that I was to be protected at all
costs. My daddy wouldn't let anyone hurt me. And I was
right.
Bob finally disengaged from me, somewhat disappointed
that I didn't scream for him. And the line just moved
forward again and again until it was down to just Bear
and Vance. Oh, how I had looked forward to this. I had
long wanted my daddy to try to fist me and now was my
chance. I could feel the hairs that covered his arm
tickling my worn out hole. I loved the stretching that
he gave me.
Sure, we had fully bonded earlier when he had finally
bottomed out inside of me, but this was different. There
was now this connection between us that I knew would
never be broken. A bond of trust that only being fisted
by someone that you love can instill in a person. A
silent vow that I don't think words can adequately
explain. Only those of who reading these words that have
had this experience can fully understand what I mean by
this. And for those of you who have not, I don't envy
what you are missing.
Bear pushed in deeper and deeper into me, trying to feel
my fuzzy spot. Wanting to be that man who had always
penetrated me deepest and filled me the most. You know,
that man that you remember for the rest of your life and
think back to those moments fondly whenever you need to
have one of those good jerk-off sessions. Well, let me
tell you, my friends, he succeeded. Never before had I
felt so full. It wasn't just a fullness of the body. It
was a fullness of the heart, mind, body, soul and
spirit. Simply put, I felt complete. I felt whole. It
was a moment that I probably never experience again.
In a way I regret that. That I'd had it so early in my
life and now have to live for the rest of it feeling
somewhat incomplete. But in another, I'm glad that I had
the chance to experience it at least once. I felt Bear
flexing his fingers inside of me. I felt each digit as
it pressed against the walls of my intestines. Oh, he
was putting on a good show that could only be seen by a
series of x-rays or something like that. He kept pushing
in and sliding out, making sure that I got to experience
every little inch of him over and over.
He kept making sure to rub and even pinch and squeeze my
prostate every few thrusts. Oh, how good it felt. He
kept getting me to the brink of coming again, but always
backed off before I did so. But to all good things and
end must come and this was no exception. When he finally
pulled out of me for the last time, he stepped back to
admire his "hand"y work. I was as gaping as I'd ever
been and my anal blossom was now in full bloom.
Of course, Frank was there to immortalize the moment.
Bear got back down on his knees and licked the part of
my rectum that had prolapsed. Oh, what sensation. A
warm, tickley feeling on a part of the body that never
(or at least rarely) gets a chance to experience such
incredibly soft ministrations. When he finished he
turned to Vance.
"There," he said, "he's all warmed up for you. Go ahead
and finish him off." Vance smiled and immediately
plunged his arm into me. His skin, being without and
hair, was so slick feeling when compared to Bear's furry
arms. Vance was able to slide in and out with little or
no resistance or friction. It was like being fucked by
the largest dick possible. All of the other guys,
including James had at least some hair on their arms,
but Vance was bare. I never found out if he shaved, used
Nair, or what (but since I never felt any stubble in
him, I'll have to assume that this was his natural
condition).
I felt each of the muscles in his arm flex and pull as
he opened and closed his hand inside of me. Each one
rubbed a different spot inside and created a different
sensation. Open, closed. Open, closed. Half open, and so
on and so forth. Finally he just stopped with all of the
fun stuff and really started reaming my hole. He was
almost literally punching me in the gut with his
strokes.
I was starting to go crazy. Yes, I still had that glow,
but the way he was almost raping my ass hole with his
arm was too much. Finally, and without meaning to do it,
I straightened up and arched my back as far as I could.
Vance didn't stop his attack. This just seemed to
encourage him and he adjusted his body so that he could
fist fuck me even harder. I was now practically doubled
over backwards with my hard cock jutting straight out in
front of me.
"Get the glass!" Bear shouted and Jimmy dutifully put
the cum filled container right where it needed to be
just as I exploded. Vance kept at it, punching me as
hard as ever, which just helped force my jizz out in
stronger shots. One rope even ricocheted off of the
inside of the glass and splattered back on my still
shooting prick.
"Oh, god! Oh, God!! OH, GOD!!! OH, GOD!!!!
FFFFUUUKKK!!!!!!" I felt as though something exploded
inside of my head, like some fuse had just broke. It
didn't hurt. I was in too much absolute ecstasy for
that. It was just one of those ultimate cum shots that
every guy has every now and again. But this was my
first. And it was the one that I will never forget.
"yes." I said very weakly right before I left the waking
world behind.
How long I was down I do not know. What I do know,
however, is that when I fully regained consciousness it
was to a rhythmic movement that I quickly recognized as
some man fucking me. I was so stretched and worn out
that I really couldn't even feel his prick inside of me.
When I tried to open my eyes, all I got was a bit of
chest hair in them. I quickly blinked them out and
repositioned my head so that it wouldn't happen again.
That's when I came to the sudden realization that I was
lying on some guys chest as his dick slithered in and
out of me. I wanted more.
I wanted him to kick it up a notch. I wanted to be able
to feel him inside of me. To be able to enjoy the
sensations that I was supposed to be feeling. I tried to
speak, but the words got stopped somewhere between my
brain and my mouth. I tried to tell him to fuck me
harder. To make me feel it. But I just couldn't. Only
one thing came to mind. Some weird flashback to a memory
I had while we were breeding Jane. Something she had
said that had excited Bob to no end. Two letters. What
were they? They sounded alike. What was that? B&D? No.
T.V? No. E.G? No. Damn, what was it? Oh, yes.
"D.P." I whispered. "D.P. me." The guy fucking me
stopped and listened hard trying to see if I had just
said something. "D.P. me." I said again weakly.
"Hey, guys, shut up. Turn the music off. He's trying to
say something." he shouted. The other men complied.
"What?" He asked me. "Did you say something, Timmy? Say
it again."
"D.P. me."
"Wait. Did you just...?"
"D.P. me."
"What's he saying?" someone asked.
"D.P. me."
"I think he just said..."
"Please. D.P. me."
"Holy shit! The kid just asked us to D.P. him!" Now
remember, I still didn't know what this acronym meant.
Only that Jane had cried it out, it had really excited
Bob and there was a real flurry of activity after she
had said it. But, as I had said before, it was the only
thing that came to my mind that I could articulate
clearly. Suddenly, Bear's hairy face took up my entire
field of vision.
"What did you say, son. Timmy, tell me what you want."
he asked.
"D.P. me, daddy. I want to be D.P.ed" there was a little
look of shock on his face and he turned, looking up at
Vance who was hovering behind him. There was a silent
question that passed between them and Vance gave a bit
of a non-committal shrug.
"Why not? Shit. The kids been fully penetrated by you
and Bone. Not to mention that he got fisted by about
twenty guys. If he wants to be D.P.ed, I say let him."
Bear turned back to me with a bit of concern.
"Is that what you want, Timmy. You want to be D.P.ed?" I
nodded. "Are you sure?" Again with the nod. "You want to
have two men fuck you at the same time? You want to have
two cocks in you?" The nod again. Then a bit of
realization.
"Wait. What?" I thought. But before I could react on
this thought, Bear made a proclamation to the gathering.
"My son." He said it again, but this time with a bit
more pride in his voice. "My son has just made a request
that we all double penetrate him! And I think that we
should honor his request!" Loud cheers and applause rung
out. It was too late now to retract my statement.
Whether I liked the thought of it or not, I was going to
be double penetrated by all of them. And as I
contemplated my new predicament, I realized that, what
the hell? Why not. By this time, I'd done worse. Fuck
it. Let's take this as far as it can go and so I
mentally sat back and let them have at it. The man
inside of me didn't pullout. He stayed rooted to the
spot, wanting to be one of the first to experience this.
I quickly felt another man drop to his knees behind me
and start to rub his hard cock against my already
occupied hole. I was able to glance back for a moment to
try and see who it was and I think it was actually
James' father, Ed. He made some comment about having
experience with this utilizing his own son that
I couldn't quite catch. I didn't care.
I let him adjust and move me around however he wanted to
obtain the perfect angle for both of these men to take
me simultaneously. He poked, prodded and missed a few
times, but eventually he got it. Just the tip of it, but
it was a good start. I felt some increased pressure and
sensation back there as he stabbed at me time and time
again, each thrust allowed just a bit more of him to get
inside. I felt the head of his manhood as it entered,
soon followed by the long cylindrical piece of meat that
was his cock. It was amazing.
When he was fully seated inside of me, both men began
their thrusting. It was a bit awkward at first, but soon
they both had a good rhythm going. I felt so full and
content. Not quite as good as when they had all fisted
me, but a good, comfortable sensation, none the less. I
still can't be sure of which I enjoyed more- when they
both slid in at the same time, or when they alternated
their strikes. On the one hand, with both going in and
out at the same time, there was this sensation of a
giant cock, much like Bear's, reaming me out.
But on the other, the alternating dick approach meant
that I was always being filled with at least one man,
while the other retreated. They both had their merits.
After a bit, I decided to stop thinking about it and
chose instead to just enjoy it. Rapidly both men came in
me, one right after the other, bottom first. Hey, he had
been going at it the longest. They both withdrew from me
and Jimmy was faithfully there to catch their leavings.
They Ed was roughly pushed aside by the next man, who
not too softly, picked me up and placed me atop of his
spire.
Another man was quickly between my legs and they both
attempted to enter me at the same time- not an easy
prospect, I assure you. They were, admittedly, kind of
rough about the whole affair and when I looked for my
vigilant protector, Bear, he was not to be seen. He was
actually off snorting some powder for himself, when I
was finally able to spot him.
My eyes shifted to try and find Vance or Bob next, but
they were not within my eyesight. Frank was there,
however, filming all of this, but he seemed rather aloof
about the whole ordeal, as though the lens of the camera
provided him with some sort of protection from the
actions going on before him. Finally both men were in me
and pounding away at me with their throbbing, pulsing
probes.
I threw my head back in either passion or pain, don't
ask me which. Oh yes, pain. Pain was now a sensation
that my body was starting to experience again.
Apparently, my special smoke was now wearing off again.
Either that, or these men were just completely tearing
me up inside and there was no one around to protect me.
In any case, when I threw my head back, I immediately
felt hard flesh pressing against my lips. It was, of
course another cock and its owner was pressing it rather
forcefully at my mouth, attempting to gain entry. I
resigned myself that I was going to have to do whatever
it took to please these men, as no one was going to stop
all of this to aid me. I opened wide and allowed this
new member passage down my throat. These men were fully
occupying my every orifice, two in my ass and now one in
my mouth.
They worked hard to establish a rhythm where the two of
them would push me up, allowing oral guy to go deeper
and he, in turn, would push me back down to the anal
guys, granting them the same boon. Soon I felt someone
take my left hand and wrap my small fingers around his
prick another soon followed with my right hand. So here
I was, an ordinary just-turned-five year old American
male child with two dicks in my ass, one in my throat
and another in each hand! If you average it out, I had
more inches of dick in and on me than I had inches in
height!
Simply amazing. Seriously. And the only comment that I
heard made was from Frank who said, "Damn it guys! Don't
crowd him so much. I can't film all of this if you don't
give me some space. Shit, I can't even see the little
fucker underneath all of you!"
Yup. That was it. He was more concerned about how his
film was coming out than the lasting effects that
something like this might have on the body or mind of
someone my age and size. And what did he little outburst
achieve? The two jerk off guys leaned back a little and
top fucker shifted his body to the right a bit so that
Frank could get a clear shot of the suck off guy. That
was it.
Anyway, this went on for a bit until bottom fucker
finally blew his load and was replace by right hand jack
off guy. Who simply had top fucker hold me up a bit so
that he could slide underneath me and another cock was
placed into my right hand. When blow job guy finished, I
had just enough time to turn my head and spit his seed
into Jimmy's glass before another hard prick was tapping
the side of my face.
I managed to catch Jimmy's eyes for only a second, but I
saw something there that I had never seen before-
concern. Jimmy looked concerned for me, the predicament
that I had found myself and the attitudes of the men
taking advantage of me. Well, at least someone was
concerned for me. But what could he do? I'm sure that if
he spoke up, he could easily find himself at the bottom
of a similar dog pile as I, and he was nowhere near
ready for something like this.
I think that he was a bit happy that the men had
forgotten him and were now merely tolerating his
presence here the way one might give the same regard to
a dust mote. I attempted to give him a smile to indicate
that I was alright, but the new invading oral dick was
forcing his way inside.
Look, I am totally dancing around a simple, inescapable
fact here in a vain attempt to conceal the simple truth
that these men were raping me. Plain and simple. It was
a rough and ready, knock down-drag out gang-banging
rape. I am taking this attitude to try desperately to
recall only the good things about everything that
happened to me and to not dwell on the bad, but in this
instance, the truth must be put out there. And I know
that they say that you can't rape the willing, but how
about the indecisive? I had requested this, true. But
that was with the understanding that it was going to be
done in an orderly, controlled fashion.
Well, command and control was over there, snorting
cocaine. That was really no help. But now? Now did I
regret what I had said? Do I regret that I goaded these
men on to have some of the lowliest, degrading sex that
most people can't even stomach to think about? No. Not
really. Oh, sure and I regretted it a bit back then, but
now as an adult I feel that whatever doesn't kill us
only makes us stronger and here I am, thirty two years
later, typing this out and putting it up on the internet
for the whole damn world to read. But this is child
abuse. My child abuse. Isn't this something that I am
supposed to be ashamed of? No. A catharsis, that's what
this is. A healing process. A cleansing of my soul and
with every keystroke, I feel myself getting stronger.
Don't cry for me, Argentina. This is only something that
will help me be a stronger individual. Alright. Enough
of all of that, I think. Let's get back to the down and
dirty sex again, shall we? Right.
About this time, I was starting to cry a little bit from
the pain. I wanted to cry out, but the non-stop invasion
of my mouth made it damn near impossible. I guess some
of my tear fell on the bottom guy, because he called out
to Vance to come over. When he saw my mind set, he
immediately went and refilled my pipe. A few minutes
later he returned and pushed the guy currently in my
mouth away. He lit it and held it for me as I smoked it
all down.
While I was smoking, he leaned in and whispered in my
ear that this was the last of it and that he hoped that
it see me through the end of all of this, then he put
his cock on my lips. I swallowed it greedily, as I was
once again and perhaps for the last time feeling no
pain. I actually kind of felt sorry for Jimmy, as he was
trying to keep up with all of this from both ends. It
was a difficult, thankless job, and he eventually just
got another glass, so that he held one in each hand to
try and gather it all.
The really hard part was trying to collect it from my
backside, as, with two men taking me at the same time
almost continuously, it was damn near impossible to get
their fluids. I was content to just let it all happen.
I'm sure more than one man came back for sloppy- well,
let's just be honest here, ok (?) nasty seconds. I was
so full of cum I could feel it sloshing around inside of
me as the men worked me over good. Vance had his turn,
as did Frank eventually, after he said, "I can't take
this shit anymore. Someone come here and hold this. I
gotta fuck this kid now!"
He forced his way in, literally tearing one of the guys
out of me before he could finish. When the guy tried to
complain, Frank just said, "Just give me a fucking
minute. Trust me, I won't last any longer than that."
And with the way his cock was oozing precum, I was sure
that he was right. He lasted maybe three strokes. "Damn,
it just feels too fucking good!" He yelled as he
unloaded inside of me. The guy he pushed out of the way
quickly stepped up and returned to his previous actions.
The men continued this gang bang for an unknown amount
of time. I lost all sense of it. All that I knew was
that they were fucking me over and over again. It felt
so good. I felt so full. The men were fighting over me.
Seriously. They were pushing each other out of the way
to get into me. It was an honour and a scare at the same
time. All of a sudden, both men pulled out of me at the
same time. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I was a
bit disappointed at being suddenly empty.
I unlatched from the prick that I was currently nursing
on to look back and see what was going on. Bear was
standing behind me with a huge shit eating grin on his
face. He looked down at my tortured hole and said,
"Damn, you guys sure opened him up for me didn't you?"
There was a chorus of agreement. He stuck his big toe
into my gaping hole and I tried to clamp down on it, but
I lacked the muscle tone to do so. All I could do was
shit out some used spunk. He got an even bigger smile
and took the glass from Jimmy, bent down and told me to
do it again. I pushed as hard as I could, but not much
really came out. Like I said, my ass hole muscle tone
was gone. He said that it was alright and just slid his
prick in me instead. Deep. Hard. God, it felt good.
After a few pumps, though, he stopped.
"Hey!" He yelled. "I thought we were D.P.ing him. What
the fuck? Someone get their dick in here. Vance was
suddenly there. I think that it was his third trip.
"Got you covered." he said. Bear lifted me up and Vance
slid underneath me. I was so glad that I was feeling no
pain and glowing again. I wasn't sure that I could take
it. I mean Vance's girth and Bear's sheer size. It would
be impossible. Wouldn't it? Apparently not. I felt Vance
enter first and even with his amazing thickness, I still
felt a bit empty. I guess I was further torn apart than
I had imagined. Then I felt Bear's cock tapping at my
back door. It was almost like the first time again, but
he wasn't quite so gentle this time. He forced his head
inside so hard that I gave a short yelp.
It hurt a small bit, even through all of the drugs in my
system. Then he just pushed the rest of it inside
without a care for me or anything else for that matter.
My parents, the cops, F.B.I., C.I.A., A.T.F., his
grandmother- anyone could have burst through that door
right now and it wouldn't have stopped him. He was so
coked up that he was beyond caring. I, for my part was
in pretty much the same predicament.
I mean, once he got fully seated inside of me, the pain
subsided and my small body adjusted to this new
invasion. I knew I was completely torn apart. Really.
I'm pretty sure that I was bleeding, but I was still in
paradise. Here was my daddy and one of my new favourites
absolutely shredding my bung and I was okay with it. I
enjoyed it. Fuck, I encouraged it.
"Fuck me!" I yelled. And they did. Bear started pulling
and pushing his full length in and out of me with his
full force. Vance decided that simple, short in and out
hard strokes was his preferred method. There was a loud
slapping sound as they pounded me. Dr. Joe found the
courage to step up and interfere in this voracious
fucking, putting his cock at my mouth level so I
swallowed him down to his pubes. He didn't last long and
I drank him down, forgetting for the time being to spit
my reward into the glass that Jimmy held ready for me.
Oh, well. Too bad. I was too far gone to remember about
the glasses, or even to care. Vance and Bear kept slam
fucking me, Bear throwing in some ass smacks for good
measure. I moaned. Soon the other men gathered back
around me and I was in the same place I was before with
a dick in either hand and one in my mouth. I rolled my
eyes around and noticed that my new partners were Bob
and Steve in my hands with Frank in my mouth, filming it
all. Wow.
All of my favorites at the same time. It was almost as
if they had planned this. They found a rough rhythm that
allowed them to seriously gang rape me and I found great
pleasure in it. The front guys kept switching out to
allow each other equal access to my mouth and I didn't
argue, I just sucked off whichever found his way into my
oral cavity at the moment.
Soon Vance showed signs that he was getting ready to
erupt and that just encouraged Bear to fuck me harder.
Vance couldn't hold out and soon was filling me with his
seed. Bear lifted me up and told Steve to join him. Oh,
god, my two biggest (longest) cocks to date were going
to double penetrate me. Again, I briefly wondered if I
could take it, but I needn't have worried. Steve slipped
in almost too easily and Bear resumed his previous,
rough pace. Steve was no slouch himself and soon matched
Bear stroke for stroke.
These two men alternated hitting that wonderful place
deep in me and I was going crazy, squirming around a lot
as they tore in and out of me. I couldn't hold it very
long and when Bob let loose in my mouth, it was the last
straw. I started pumping my jizz out of my small cock,
all over Steve's pubes, trying to scream as I did, but
Bob's cock and cum in my mouth throat prevented most of
it from coming out and it sounded more like a shrill
whimper.
Bear and Steve could definitely feel the throbbing of my
orgasmic muscles as they pushed my cream from me and
that drove both of them over the edge, making them spasm
and squirt their own loads into me as I squirmed around
between them. Frank witnessed all of this through his
lens and it proved too much for him, making him splash
his goo on the side of my face. When he was done, Jimmy
dutifully removed it from me with the side of the glass.
Steve and Bear disengaged from me, forcing a large
amount of ejaculate to gush from me.
Again, Jimmy was right there to collect it, even going
so far as to scrape what fell to the mat with his
fingers and add it to my growing collection. The other
men pounced on me once again and I was quickly entangled
in another erotic knot with them.
Eventually, it all slowed down to a trickle and finally
all of the men found themselves completely sated. Frank
filmed my gaping ass hole opening and closing,
frequently making comments about the size, colour or
other qualities about my wide open anal blossom.
Finally, Bear snatched me up from the floor where the
men had left me abandoned and hung me from the swing
above one of Jimmy's glasses. I was too exhausted to
actively push, but luckily gravity and my gaping ass did
most of the work. I just stayed as I was, suspended from
the swing as amazing amounts of semen literally flowed
from me. It was like a cum enema.
I was so very tired from all of the night's activities,
but I knew that I had once more perverse act to
complete. I let me body go limp, but tried to squish out
as much man juice as I could. It was so tough
considering the condition of my ass hole. But eventually
the flow slowed to a trickle and then stopped
completely. I'm sure that I still had tons of the stuff
left inside, but it was too far in for gravity or my
half-hearted pushes to remove. Bear was okay with that
and let me down from the swing. It was hard to find my
footing again, as my legs were so weak and wobbly from
everything to include being held apart for so very long.
I finally got my balance, however and Bear placed me
standing on a wooden box so that everyone could get a
good view of what was going to happen next. I took one
of the glasses from Jimmy's hands (we had filled two and
a half, by the way) and held it up for all to see. There
was a cheer from the group and I contemplated the drink
before my eyes. It was mostly white, but had a bit of a
pinkish to brownish tinge to it. No surprise considering
what had happened to obtain it and where it had come
from.
I placed the glass at my lips, opened my mouth and drank
it down. It tasted sooo very good and rich. There were
literally dozens of loads in each glass from and so many
of them had contributed to make it. I was a bit honoured
as I gulped down every last drop of it, going so far as
to lick the last remnants from inside. Ah, mother's
milk. I took the second glass from Jimmy and I saw a bit
of longing and jealousy in his eyes as I brought it to
my mouth. I had a flash of sympathy for him, as he had
worked so hard to help me get these milkshakes. I tipped
the glass on the front of my neck, instead of drinking
it down straight away and let about half of it flow down
my naked, shivering body.
"Go ahead, Jimmy. Enjoy it with my thanks." I told him.
There was a bit of a collective "aww" after I said this
and Jimmy opened his mouth to collect his reward as it
dripped off of my little prick. When it stopped flowing,
he quickly went to licking it from my body. I slammed
down the rest of it as though it were a shot of bourbon,
again tonguing out any that clung to the side of the
glass. Bear handed me the last and half full of my
drinks.
This time, I threw my head back and held the glass
aloft, allowing it to flow out and pour into my mouth.
Ooh... Ah. Oh. Refreshing. I took my last laps of the
glass and handed it to Bear. As soon as Jimmy was sure
that he got all of the cum clinging to my body, going so
far as to lap anything that had fallen to the floor,
Bear took me in his arms and carried me past the group,
who thanked me and gently brushed my skin along the way.
Bear carried me up the steps and laid me in Vance's
giant bed, flopping down beside me. He kept telling me
how proud he was of me and how happy I had made him.
Every time I started to drift off to sleep, he would
wake me, telling me to wait. As soon as Vance had let
all of the other men out, he joined the two of us in the
bed and they both had me one final time that night and
after they were done slowly and softly making love to me
(yes, after all of that raw, rough sex, they decided to
make sweet, blissful love to me) Bear handed me a gift
wrapped package and said,
"Here. Happy Birthday. I made it special for you." I had
no idea what could be in it. "Go ahead, open it up." I
ripped off the paper and ribbon before opening the box.
Inside, wrapped up in tissue paper was a large, wooden
butt plug. It looked a bit unusual to me, not that I
have had much experience with such things. "See? I
designed it for you. It's nice and thick so that it can
stretch you well, but not so deep so that it will fit
since your rectum is shorter than an adults. Do you like
it?" I looked up to him, overwhelmed with emotions. I
didn't know what to say. My eyes started welling up with
tears and I jumped into him, embracing him tightly.
"I love you, daddy."
"I love you, too, son. You want to try it tonight?" I
responded by tearing out of our embrace and getting up
on my hands and knees with my overly used butt hole
gaping open at him. Vance grabbed some lube and covered
it liberally. "Now this might feel different than the
other plugs, since I couldn't taper it so well, since it
is so short. It might hurt a bit, too."
I gave a little laugh, what with everything else my hole
had gone through tonight, he thought that this would
hurt? I don't think so. He gently inserted the plug and
it seated right into place, since it was custom made for
me, it fit perfectly. It stretched me well, without
going so deep. It felt just right. I smiled at him as I
rolled over on my back and snuggled up to him. Vance
spooned me a bit and I dozed off with each of their
loads fermenting inside of me, sandwiched between my two
large, powerful lovers. One fuzzy and the other bare.
What a night.
The next morning I awoke first and just laid there,
enjoying the feeling of my two masculine lovers holding
me. My backside didn't feel as bad as it had in my
previous exploits so either I was becoming used to it or
Bear's new plug was working well. Perhaps a bit of both.
My butt hole still throbbed some, but that was to be
expected, I guess after all of the abuse it had suffered
from the night before.
I smiled warmly thinking back on all that we had done
that night, especially to the thoughts of being taken by
Bear and Vance together in the same hole. Mmm. It gave
me a bit of a fuzzy warm shiver. I nuzzled up to Bear's
hairy chest, feeling his fur tickle my nose. I felt his
arm wrap around my head and embrace me tightly.
"So your still alive, then?" he asked me.
"Mm-hm. Guess so."
"How do you feel?"
"Pretty good, actually. Why?"
"Well, I was just thinking that we could..."
"What?" I knew where he was going with this, as I could
see that he had a massive piss hard-on.
"Well, we could... I don't know.... Maybe remove the
plug and...?"
"Yeeeessss?" I said with a little giggle.
"Well, I had some great dreams about you last night and
I thought we could make some of them come true."
"I thought I already had."
"Fair enough. Yes, Timmy, you are the boy of my dreams,
but I have so many."
"Daddy, you know that whatever you want to do is always
alright with me. If you want to pull my plug out and use
me again, I have no problems with that. As a matter of
fact, I would love you if you did."
"I thought you loved me already?" he said, turning the
tables on me.
"Well, if you are not interested," I teased, "maybe
Vance would be more willing."
"Anytime, anywhere, any way you'd like it." I heard
Vance say from behind me. I rolled over a bit to look
him in the face.
"Hm. Now, here, and your preference." I informed him
with my usual little grin. He looked over at Bear and I
could feel him nod his head, giving Vance his permission
so he leaned in and kissed me. Then I turned to Bear and
kissed him in return. Then they both jumped me. I felt
Vance's hand drop down to my ass and play with my newest
birthday present. He twisted it back and forth a bit and
tugged at it.
Bear started to rub all over my front, and I do mean all
over. Of course his hands found their way to my already
hard boy prick in a matter of seconds. Vance kept
playing with the plug and eventually it seemed to come
out of its own accord. I felt something squirt out of my
ass and then trickle down my butt cheek. A strange and
almost foul odour permeated the room.
"What is that?" I asked, meaning the smell.
"That smell? That's you, baby boy." Bear informed me.
"It's the remnants of all of last night's activities.
All of the left over jizz that wouldn't come out last
night. Smells kind of strong, doesn't it?" I shook my
head. Vance took his finger and smeared it around on the
now damp sheets and held the brownish goo up under my
nose so that I could get a proper whiff of it.
"Go ahead. Try some." he told me. I cringed for a second
and then realized that it was only left over cum and my
ass. I loved cum. And they loved my ass. So I did. I
sucked what was clinging and dripping from his finger
into my mouth. It sort of tasted like cum, but it was
spoiled or something. I made a face and they both
laughed. "Doesn't taste quite as good now, does it?" I
shook my head "no."
"That's alright," he joked, "do you know what we call
that in our world? Lube." And with that he slid his
thick meat into me, using only the collected left over
jizz of twenty guys as his lubricant. It worked okay, I
guess, but nowhere near as good as real lubricant. Bear
meanwhile, had slid around on the bed and was sucking me
while he lined himself up so that I could do the same to
him.
I kissed the head of his penis gently at first and then
with a bit more gusto before letting it slide to the
back of my sore throat and then forced it down. When
this happened I felt something warm and liquidy filling
my belly. Bear was letting his morning piss go into me.
I drank it down with no qualms about it. It was warm, it
was from Bear, so therefore, I loved it. For his part,
he was attacking my boyhood.
He had it all in his mouth to include my little ball
sack and was running his tongue all around it, while
suctioning it like a vacuum. Vance was trying to slide
all of himself inside of me, but the angle was making it
difficult. Finally, he gave a big lurch into me and held
me there. I then felt his warm liquids flowing into me.
He was adding his urine to Bear's, but was sending it up
from the other direction.
It felt so weird. I really can't remember being pissed
into my ass before, but I decided that, like everything
else I had experienced up until this moment, I liked the
sensation of it. It was kind of like being fucked and
getting an enema at the same time. When he was done, he
just kept pumping into me as though nothing had
happened. They kept this up for a short while before
Bear said that it was his turn.
Vance tugged his meat out of me and they just pushed me
until I rolled over. Bear slid his way inside of my hole
that was now squirting Vance's piss and the culmination
of the men from last night while Vance pushed his way
inside of my mouth. Immediately I was filled to the hilt
with both of these men and we kept going at it.
There was a knock on the door and Bob walked in on us.
Neither one of us even skipped a beat when he did. "Hey,
guys," he said, "you still going at it? Did you even
sleep?" I mumbled a little "mm-hmm" around Vance's meat
that made him moan. It gave me an idea, but I was going
to save it for when Bob left. "Jesus. I don't know how
any of you can still get hard after last night. Anyway,
I just wanted to remind you all that I have to get Timmy
back early today, like I told his parents."
No response from any of us. "And- AND," he said that
second one loudly to try and get our attention. "He's
not going to be able to ride in my car long enough to
empty out today, so he's going to have to be flushed out
again before he leaves." Still no response from any of
us. "Come on, guys, it's already noon for Christ's sake!
Hurry it up some, ok?" Finally Bear gave him a big,
roaring, "O.K!" and Bob left the room. "Guess we better
hurry this up some," he said with a sigh.
He began to really ream my ass some and Vance did the
same to my mouth. I started the humming action on
Vance's prick, which got him going. All too soon he was
spilling his seed into my mouth. I, of course, swallowed
it all and turned my head to look back at Bear.
"Can I drink you, too?" I asked. I wanted to be able to
savour the taste of his cum in my mouth for the rest of
the day. He shook his head and I rolled so that I could
slide him out of me and dropped down to drink his jism.
He tasted like piss, ass and stale cum, but I sucked him
down anyway and started humming. He didn't last long and
right before he shot his load, I pulled his dick from
deep in my throat to make sure that every drop of him
landed on my tongue.
There wasn't too much, Vance hadn't given much either,
so I guessed that I had just about drained them both
dry. That put a small smile on my face. I swished his
seed around my mouth a couple of times before finally
swallowing it all. They both kissed me and we finally
got out of bed. Bear carried me to Vance's beautiful tub
and laid my down.
He filled the enema bag three time to make sure that I
had been flushed out entirely. He also took a shower
with me, telling me that we had to get all of that used
cum off of me. I blew him quickly once more in the
shower and was rewarded with only a little taste of his
juice.
We went downstairs and they all ate brunch. I refused to
eat because I knew that if I did eat, I'd lose Bear's
taste and when I told them that was why I was refusing
to eat, Bear promised that I could try blowing him one
more time before we left so that I could get his flavour
in my mouth one last time. Finally I agreed and ate
light so that I wouldn't be full and risk vomiting
later.
Bear was good at his word and I sucked down what ended
up being only a few drops. Finally he was drained dry.
It made me smile as we kissed goodbye and I left with
Bob and Jimmy. I'm sure I was walking funny again, but
not near as bad as the last time.
Oh, and it took me like a week to be able to have normal
bowel movements again. Dr. Joe had advised Bob to give
me daily enemas to make sure that I didn't get impacted
since that drugs used and all of the fucking could slow
down my peristalsis to the point of stopping it
completely. Every day when I went over his house he was
sure to give me one. Bear even stopped by one day to do
it for him. Of course we had sex afterwards, but no
anal.
Dr. Joe had made all of them swear to that one, at least
until my bowels were back to their usual selves. During
this time we also started to prep for that camping trip,
which was only a few weeks away. They told me that they
always did it right after the kids got out of school,
that way there would be less chance of any vacationers
interrupting their trip. That had yet to happen so far
and they always camped out on Bear's property, just in
case, but it was better than risking discovery. I was
anticipating this trip so much.
Come on, five whole days with Bear and all of the other
daddies? I was going to be like a pig in shit. Or rather
a little whore boy in a pool of cum. Bob even told me
that Bear wanted us to come up a day early so that we
could help set up and he could have me to himself one
night before he gave me to all of the others. I couldn't
wait!
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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