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Bukake Party 
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)

***

A father has a bukake party with his son as the main 
attraction and one hundred black men as guests. (M+/b, 
ped, nc, rp, oral, inc, orgy, v, intr, bd)

***
 
WARNING: This work contains derogatory racial slurs and 
may offend many readers.

***

Definition of Bukake: In feudal Japan, adulterous women 
were taken by their fathers down to the beaches and 
buried up to their necks in sand. Local youths would 
then take their turn to force her to perform fellatio 
on them, punching her in the face should she 
resist/bite. 

***

I explained to my eleven year old son that it was to be 
a Bukake party. I had him in the middle of the room 
tied up with no shirt on. I thought the nigger guests 
would like that. I hadn't arranged the party. That had 
been done by Mr. Spector. He had the connections with 
lots of thugs and low black street life. I only had the 
star, my eleven year old son Tad. Tad had been the star 
of several other parties, and didn't like them very 
much. 

He cried for days on end as the parties grew nearer and 
nearer. I always made sure I told him a party was 
coming up so that he would suffer appropriately. I 
loved to watch my son cry. In fact, I don't think a day 
has gone by since his mother, that slut, left, that I 
haven't made the little shit cry at least once or 
twice. The titty torture party had been fun, my guest 
putting stronger and strong clamps on my boy's tender 
pre-teen nipples, listening as his voice gave out from 
screaming and turned from a high pitched squeak into a 
hoarse howl. 

After they tortured his tits for a couple of hours, 
they went to work on his little pricklett and his tiny 
marbles. All the while, he had a dildo up his ass 
attached to an electric battery. We kept fooling around 
with the voltage, watching the little cuntboy jump. 

Now he sat tied up in the middle of the room as the 
niggers filed in. Holy shit, I got excited just 
watching. Mr. Spector provided free drinks for them. I 
had to pay twenty dollars a nigger. It was awesome. One 
hundred niggers in the same room. Teenage black thugs, 
bearded bums, fat black bucks, you name it. They drank 
and talked about the little slutboy who was going to be 
the star of the show. 

"Okay Tad, Showtime," I smiled as I untied him and led 
him to the plastic contraption in the center of the 
floor. "This is a bukake box. You just relax now and be 
a good boy." He was shaking terribly, his little teeth 
chattering. His tiny nipples, stretched and rubbery 
from previous work had shrunken into pebbles. 

"Please Dad," he said, but I shushed him and rubbed my 
hand lovingly across his head, playing with his short 
choppy haircut. 

"Okay Tad, take off your pants for these nice men." 
Even though we were going to use Tad's face and mouth 
at this party, I wanted the boy bare-assed, as it was 
more humiliating for him that way. I liked to keep him 
feeling as degraded as possible. Home schooling him had 
allowed me to take him all over the country offering 
his ass and mouth to many strange men. Not many eleven 
year olds traveled that much. How lucky the little cunt 
was. 

Tad slipped his black pants off, revealing his smooth 
hairless legs, his soft tight round little boy ass, his 
tiny pricklett and his baby balls. His nuts would drop 
any day, I could tell, and then we'd have a whole new 
area to have fun with. He stood on bare feet, jumping 
nervously from one foot to the other. 

"Now Tad, lie down on the floor for us will you and put 
your head in that plastic box. Think of it as a space 
helmet if you want. You see how your head fits in that 
hole there and then we can fix the box so its nice and 
tight. Now I promise to keep the lid of the box off so 
you can see and hear and breath. I know you can't move 
your head from side to side. That's the idea, honey. We 
want you to hold your head real still." 

At a signal from Mr. Spector, the one hundred niggers 
stripped bare assed naked as well. My Lord, I have 
never seen so much dick in my life. I don't think there 
was a cock under nine inches, so help me God. I don't 
know where Mr. Spector got them. The dicks were thick 
and veiny and swollen and fat and black and purple and 
some of them dripping already. 

They had all been instructed not to cum for a week, but 
I can't swear that they all followed instructions. Not 
for a lousy twenty bucks. Shit most of them probably 
fucked two or three times a day, especially the thirty 
or so teenagers present. We started t he video cameras 
going. Tad was squirming, even though he couldn't move 
his head, his legs and arms were twisting and flapping 
with fear. His little naked body was really pretty that 
way. 

"Now Tad, here's what I want you to do. Keep your mouth 
wide open. Don't swallow until I tell you to, okay? Now 
be a real good boy, or we will have to have a 
punishment session." 

And so we started. The first nigger, a handsome man of 
about thirty with a well muscled body and a ten inch 
dick stood over the boy's head and started to beat his 
huge black hunk of fuckmeat. I noticed the other blacks 
were also pumping and playing with their dicks so we 
could move rather quickly. Soon, the first nigger was 
ready to unload, and he did, a huge gusher of Jig Scum, 
all over Tad's pretty little face. 

"Fuck Yeah!!" I shouted, and the blacks cheered. Tad's 
face was covered in nigger sperm. It ran into his eyes 
and over his mouth and down his cheeks. The nigger shot 
a second spray of sperm right into the boy's mouth. 

"Hold it in your mouth, Tad, don't swallow." 

Tad hated the taste of cum, so I knew he wouldn't 
swallow unless he had to. He was totally repulsed by 
sperm, so of course I made sure he ate it every day. I 
mixed it in his food and drink, and even made him brush 
his teeth with it. I made him clean dirty condoms that 
I got from some ghetto buddies of mine from a trash 
dump behind a fuck motel. Sometimes I fed him dog cum. 

The first Jig had barely finished than a teen age kid 
of about fifteen with a long thick dick screamed that 
he couldn't hold it any more and he ran up to the box 
and unloaded, long ropes of cum, hitting Tad right in 
the nose, going up his nostrils, choking him. The first 
guy moved away and a third guy moved in, an older fat 
man with a really thick prick. 

As the teenager finished, the old man stood there 
fingering his prick as it twitched and danced. This old 
man had one of the largest loads of the day. He shot it 
right in my boy's mouth, it looked like a fucking lake 
of scum. 

"Okay Tad, you may swallow now!" I said, and watched my 
son make a face as he had to swallow the awful tasting 
sperm.  More guys moved in around the bukake box. Three 
guys beat off at once now, and all came at pretty near 
the same time, my kids face was like a porcelain mask, 
fuck scum half an inch thick covering it completely. He 
was sobbing and begging me to please let him up. Cum 
was beginning to pool in the bottom of the box, around 
his neck and ears. 

They kept coming. Nigger after nigger jerking off onto 
my son's eleven year old face and in his mouth. More 
and more of them shot off right into his open mouth, he 
couldn't swallow it all. It bubbled up and out, it ran 
from his nose. He started to look like an epileptic or 
a retard, his mouth hanging slack and his eyes 
wandering. I kept him swallowing every five or six 
cocks, so that his mouth was always full to the brim 
with dick snot. I reached down and gently played with 
his little dick and asshole while more and more guys 
unloaded on and in his face. 

By the twentieth guy, my son's tummy was starting to 
swell from the cum he had swallowed. I pressed on his 
stomach gently and he moaned with pain. Four more guys 
were shooting on his face, the cum now formed a lake 
around his head. 

I leaned up over the sweet boy's beautiful face. 
"You're doing real well, Tad, baby, .only eighty loads 
to go." I had my dick out now and was masturbating too. 
All the niggers were hard and leaking. The room smelled 
of sex. They kept jerking off on my boy's face. 

At thirty, the boy started to get cramps. It was 
beautiful, his young naked body jerking around like a 
puppet. Mr. Spector suggested we give the kid a rest. 

"Nothing doing," I responded. "My boy can take all one 
hundred!" I reached down into the box scooped some 
fuckslop up with my fingers and fed it to my son. Tad 
was delirious. He sucked the cum from my fingers. 

At forty, he looked pregnant. He kept jerking with 
convulsions or from shock. One of the niggers was a 
doctor and said we would have to pump his stomach. I 
said all we had to do was punch it really hard and he 
would puke up enough cum to allow us to continue. So I 
had some of the teenage niggers punch Tad hard in the 
tummy and gut. They had a really good time, and sure 
enough, he puked up gallons of cum into the box, so 
much that the cum now was almost cheek level. 

"There. Now he can swallow again just fine. Next!" 

Tad's mouth opened and closed like a hungry baby bird. 
He could make no sounds now except a kind of low throat 
rattle. I pinched his tits and dick to keep him alert. 
"Come on Tad, baby, make me proud of you. Make Daddy 
proud." I took his hands and wrapped them around my 
dick and had him masturbate me while four more black 
dudes jerked off on his pretty face.

Then one clever, smart assed teen had a really cool 
idea. He squatted down over the box and shoved his dick 
into my son's mouth. He ordered my boy to suck his big 
black prick. It was a beautiful sight. I resolved at 
that moment to make sure my son sucked lots of black 
dick every week. 

By the time we reached sixty, the kid's stomach was 
swollen again like he was nine months pregnant. The cum 
in the box was up over his face so only his nose and 
mouth were visible, and he had to keep swallowing in 
order not to drown. I had shot off twice and added my 
spunk to the box. Two nigger teens were playing my 
son's swollen belly like a drum. 

One nigger youth of sixteen asked if he could shove his 
prick up my boy's ass. Since he had already shot off on 
the boy's face, I didn't see why not. So the ten inch 
teen prick rammed my boy's rectum. Soon guys who had 
already unloaded on his face were lined up to take a 
crack at his little boy ass. 

Two niggers knelt down and put his hands on their 
swollen dicks, and he jerked them while more guys 
unloaded on his face. He started to convulse again so 
we had to make him puke up the cum he had swallowed. As 
there was no more room in the box, I scooped it up in 
jars and told them I would have him drink it at home. 

We reached a hundred. And twenty six guys also fucked 
Tad's eleven year old ass. He was pretty much out of 
his mind for a couple of weeks. He didn't speak, 
wouldn't eat, and acted like he was in a trance or 
something. His ass was a fucked up stretched out mess. 
Every day I fed him glasses filled with rancid old 
nigger cum. I told him it would make him healthy and 
strong. 

I covered all his food with a large coating of cum. He 
didn't resist. He just kind of tuned it all out. It's 
no fun to play with a boy who doesn't care, so I 
decided we'd have to try some electric shock therapy. 
It was right about then that his balls fell. He was a 
big boy now! He started to come around a bit, and I 
knew that he would recover for more fun and games. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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