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Bukake Party
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
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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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