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 THIS TRINITY PROTECTS AND SERVES Incest Tales 10

   By DannyR (MMMM/b, t/t, oral, anal, incest, extreme pedo) Copyright
2008-2011.  All rights reserved.

   Author's Reminder: Don't forget that inquiring authors want to know --
what did you think?  So when you're done, put your fingers to a dried-off,
cleaned-up keyboard and start by typing: dr_harris_81@hotmail.com.

   DISCLAIMER: Some folks apparently have trouble distinguishing between
fantasy and reality.  This story is a fantasy.  It didn't happen.  Never
will.  And anyone who attempts to do in real life all or any of the things
depicted in the story needs to be hanged, then drawn and quartered, and
then turned over to the cops for the harshest penalties the law allows. 
After that, well, hopefully everything Law and Order and the news say is
true about child molesters in prison, is really true.  Now that we're clear
on what's what, and what's not, read on.
SPECIAL NOTE TO JOEY: If you haven't read the thank-you to Joey in Part
1, you ought to.  This pervy long story (90 pages in six parts...so far!)
wouldn't have happened without Joey's newly pervalicious mind.  Thanks,

guy.

   And you really, really, really ought to read Parts 1 and 2 first...this
will make a lot more sense.

   THIS TRINITY PROTECTS AND SERVES

   Part 3.  Sammy's New Pedotrician (Checking His Credentials)

   My Humpty fucking Dumpty word of the month.  It means what I want it to
mean, and I'm damned sure any pedo perv will catch on real quick.

   His name's Trey.  Dr.  Trey.  Just that.  No idea if that's a first or
last name.  John recommended him.  True, John had busted his own little
Davey's cherry when the kid was nine months old, starting him on the road
to the cum dump boy slut that he is only six months later.  But even though
Sammy is big for his age, like six or seven months development compressed
into three, John was a little nervous about going much beyond what we'd
already done with him.

   What had happened in the couple of weeks since I earned my man cunt, and
fucked Davey, and sucked John while he fingered little Sammy's bottom hole,
had been pretty damned hot.  I guess my previously unknown pedo gene was
dominant or something, because baby Sammy was taking just fine to
everything.

   He loved it when one of us would drink his piss, gurgling and cooing
while we swallowed it down.  His dad.  John.  Little Davey.  Little Davey's
granddads.  Oh, yeah, we were all playing.  He was starting to love piss,
too.  He definitely liked the taste of Davey.  Christ, such a hot fucking
scene watching an almost sixteen-month old baby boy with his little cocklet
in the mouth of my three month old, pissing away, while the boy gulped and
gurgled and a lot spilled out and a lot got swallowed, and his tiny dickie
got so stiff.  And if he was wet with piss we could pass him around and
lick it off of him.  He wasn't as happy about adult piss, it's much
stronger, but he was learning.  He couldn't be the kind of kid cunt I
wanted, fuck, needed him to be, without the right training.  Sometimes we'd
piss in his bottle and give it to him; sometimes when he was naked in a big
plastic container and we'd piss on him, one of us would stick a finger in
our hot steamy piss as it rained down on him, and then when it was all wet,
put it in little Sammy's mouth to suck clean.

   I guess my pedo gene was next door neighbor to a water sports gene.

   Harry doesn't have much of the latter gene, I guess.  But when he walked
in on the start of a piss scene with little Davey and Sammy and John and me
and got turned on and wanted to join...well, I remembered what I'd had to
do to earn a fuck in Davey's boy cunt.  I figured it applied here. 
Especially since Harry made no bones about how much he disliked cops in
general and what a fucking turn on it was for him to breed my pussy before
I got my second fuck into Davey.  It was a hard fuck, nothing I couldn't
handle, but it, well, pissed me off, or his attitude did...he was still
pretty much the arrogant prick John had described to me from the first
grandson fuck in the park toilet.

   I had my meat out, but hadn't started pissing yet.  John had just
started when Harry arrived and I could see how much the thought of pissing
such a young boy turned Harry on.  But when he unzipped and hauled his
half-hard dong out, and started to aim, I just said, "Whoa, Harry.  Aren't
you forgetting something?"

   His "what?" was kind of snappish and annoyed.

   I just grinned back.  "John, here, is almost pissed out, Harry, so I
guess it'll have to be mine."

   He still wasn't quite catching it.  "What the fuck...." And then he did.
And he fucking didn't like it.  But he knew what he had to do.  Quid pro
pissing quo.  "Okay, okay."

   He started to lean over, like he was going to take my meat in his mouth,
but I stopped him.  "You want to piss on my baby boy, don't you, Harry? 
Soak his diaper, drench his skin?  And have him drink yours?"

   He nodded.  "Well, fuck, Harry, then we're gonna have to do this right.
On your knees."

   He gave me a half-hearted glare.  "What about him?" He tilted his head
towards his son.  "He do this, too?"

   Cops are good liars.  We have to be.  So I said "yes," and John smiled
as he finished the last of his piss and shook the final drops off onto my
little boy.  The wink that Harry didn't see also said he'd do it later. 
Which naturally meant I was going to be drinking his piss, too.  Fair's
fair and all that crap.  But considering how much I'd enjoyed that first
taste of my own baby's piss, I figured I'd just swallow and bear it.

   Harry started to unbutton his shirt, but I stopped him again.  "Nope,
Harry.  Sammy's got clothes on..." a diaper "so you keep yours on as well.
Now, I have to take a wicked piss and I want to get going."

   Harry dropped to his knees on the bathroom floor--we'd been pissing
Sammy in the large sink--and leaned forward to take the head and a tiny bit
of shaft into his mouth.  I put my hands on the back of his head and pulled
him forward so he had all of my prick in his mouth.  Since I'm not that big
he was able to take it.  I relaxed my muscles and the piss burst out,
flowing down his throat, bulging his cheeks as he desperately swallowed. 
Goddamn!  It wasn't as fucking hot as I knew it would be when I could do
this down my young son's throat, but it was still damned hot.  But there
was more to be done, and fortunately, a lot more to do it with.

   Hot, bright yellow piss was drooling out Harry's mouth and down on his
shirt as he tried unsuccessfully to get it all.  And then I eased my still
spewing cock out of his mouth and used his face and chest and fucking hard
meat sticking out of his slacks as my urinal.  I finished off by tilting
his wet pissy face up, and shoving my meat past his unresisting lips so he
could have the pleasure of the last few swallows.

   Still not quite enough payback.  So I held his head tight and fucked his
mouth, getting hard in no time at all, and then quickly spewed my spooge.
That he had no trouble with.  Yeah, I knew the payback would have payback,
but cops can take it.  I'd also get off on it.

   Even better than the pissing, of course, was the cumming.  Sammy wasn't
all that happy with his first taste of daddy's thick juices, but what the
fuck and so the fuck what.  He needed to learn, and learn he did. 
Sometimes I'd cum in his mouth late at night, and then before he swallowed
all of it, scoop some out to slick up my fuck finger, and then ease it into
his pussy.  Finger fucking him like that usually got me hard again, so I'd
fuck and jack and shoot on his belly, and smear the stuff around and then
lick him clean.  Sammy and I would have cum sessions with just John, or
with all three of them, doing the bukkake bit on his little face, and
taking turns with the honor and pleasure of licking him clean.  Getting him
to lick and suck our knobs and cumming his mouth pussy.  Holding his mouth
open while one of us jacked into it.  Laying him on his belly while
carefully rubbing our cocks on his plump bottom, between his fat little
cheeks until we were moaning and gasping and swearing before cumming on
cheeks or right smack dab in his little pink rosebud cunt-in-waiting.  And
of course nearly every time Sammy and I were joined by John or the others I
was perfecting my own boy-molesting techniques, especially pussy-fucking,
with little Davey.

   But I wanted more.  Fuck, all four of us wanted more.  And finally,
after one fantastic cum with all four men doing his bottom so he looked
like his cheeks were covered with thick white icing, I asked John what we
were going to do to start getting Sammy ready for his eventual full-on
cherry busting.

   Which was how I ended up going to meet this doctor.  I was uncertain
about doing it, especially when my arrival merely confirmed my memories of
patrolling this part of the city.

   A pediatrician without an office in a medical building?  Working out of
an ancient warehouse?  I sat in the parking lot, staring at the entrance. A
plain door a few feet to the side of a huge door that could allow a
tractor-trailer to drive through.  One car near it.  A beat up '83 Ford. 
Not exactly the kind of thing to inspire confidence in your doctor's
ability to earn a good living off of your medical misfortunes.  But still,
it was broad daylight.  I was armed.  And maybe just as important, I was
intrigued by what John had told me about the doctor.  Or rather, what the
doctor had told John, and he relayed to me.  ***

   His name was Trey.  John didn't know if that was his real name, and he
was pretty damned vague about how he even met up with the guy in the first
place, although he slipped and mentioned something about "Hank."

   Trey, apparently, was once a "real" doctor, a local neighborhood doctor
who treated all the usual stuff in a family practice, with a regular office
in a regular medical building, but not one of the big fancy ones in the big
medical buildings near one of the major hospitals (in whatever city that
had been, as John either didn't know or wouldn't say).  He had a good,
solid reputation; not really visible in the sense of being prominent, but
enough to earn him a damned good living.  He was also pedophile with twin
cravings, only one of which was satisfied reasonably well (money).  The
other craving--for kid cunt--was not getting satisfied at that point with
any degree of regularity.  Although I got the impression as John told me
the story, that Trey could have been fucking and using boy cunt 24/7 and
even that might not be enough.

   His career changed direction, though, some years back, when a very
nervous gay father brought his adopted one year old black son in for a
checkup, refusing to tell the nurse what it was about, and when the three
were finally in an examination room, mumbling something about the boy's
bottom.  And then sitting there, pale and sweating, while Trey examined
Kwazi...whose tiny boy rectum was somewhat raw and inflamed and puffy.  The
way kid cunt looked, Trey knew from years of personal experience, when
something had been inserted into it without proper preparation.

   Trey put on a rubber glove, and made the father hold up his tiny son's
plump legs and spread them wide...and watch while he gently eased his
forefinger a little way inside.  The little one fussed a bit, but not much.
He eased the finger in and out and around as if he were examining the
little pussy, but with his head down he was really observing daddy's
crotch. Where a definite hardon was showing.  He did the doctor "hmm, hmm"
thing and then quickly lifted his head to look at the father, who was
flushed now, his eyes slightly glazed from watching his baby son's ass
being violated by the family doctor.

   "Does your partner know what you've been doing to your son?"

   "Wha...what?"

   Trey adopted a blatantly patient, what kind of an idiot do you think I
am tone.  "Does Frank know you've been putting things into your little
boy's asshole?  What was it?  A finger?  A dildo?  Your cock?"

   "Christ, no!"

   "Christ, no, you haven't done that?  Or Christ, no, Frank doesn't know?
And please don't choose door number one since I know better."

   Daddy, whose name was Ed, collapsed back on the seat next to the exam
table, buried his head in his hands.  He looked up, tears streaming down
his face, and words began pouring out, but unable to face the stern
expression on the doctor's face, he looked down again, began pleading with
Trey not to tell the police, not to tell Frank, assuring him he couldn't
help himself, he'd stop doing it, he'd get help, it would never happen
again, only don't ruin his legal career.

   So Ed didn't notice Trey's coated finger going back into the little
rectum.  And out again.  And in again, only stopping when it was clear Ed
was running out of things to say.

   "What have you had inside him, Ed?"

   "M...my finger.  This...little tiny dildo I bought at the bookstore."

   "Fucked him yet?"

   At that Ed looked up in shock, to find his family doctor looking back
with an odd expression.  "Jesus, doc, no way!"

   "But you want to."

   "I...."

   "Right now, you'd give anything if you could unzip, haul your cock out,
scoot your baby boy to the edge of the table, hold his legs up and out
again, and fuck your hard white meat into that little black asshole."

   "I...God, no, doc, I'd...."

   "Ed, I can see you've got a hardon.  So unless you're thinking about
Frank plowing your hole or sucking him off like the talented bottom you've
told me you are, it's the little one and what you want to do that's got you
stiff and leaking."

   Ed surrendered and slumped.  "Yeah, doc.  I'm just that sick."

   "Sick enough that the idea of fucking your boy while I'm watching is
also a turn on?"

   Another slump.  Another, more deeply embarrassed, look.  "I...yeah, I
guess."

   "No reason that shouldn't happen, unless your cock is too big for him."

   There was complete silence in the room.  The lawyer's panicked tears
still streaked his face, but the flush had gone, to be replaced by the
paleness of yet another shock.  Trey was enjoying the moment.  Especially
rendering one of the city's most notorious trial lawyers speechless.  Ed
was uncertain whether to believe the last few minutes, or whether he was
lying in a drunken stupor at home fantasizing all this.

   "How big are you?"

   "I...."

   "Damn, Ed, I've seen your dick soft when I've had my finger up your ass
checking your prostate, or when you've had a full physical.  So how the
hell big are you?  And don't tell me you don't know.  Every fag has
measured his dick at least once."

   "It...it's a bit over eight inches."

   "Well, you're not going to get all of that inside him, at least not
today.  How fat?  No, fuck the guessing.  Show me."

   The lawyer hesitated.

   "What?  You want this to be show and tell?  What the fuck." And with
that, with his right forefinger still up the baby's asshole, Trey unzipped
with his left hand, dipped inside his boxers, and hauled his slender, six
and a half inch, slightly mushroom-capped cock out of his pants.  "Your
turn."

   Still stunned, Ed unzipped, hauled out his fat uncut leaking meat.  Then
his eyes widened as he saw where Trey's finger was, and unconsciously began
fisting his prick.

   That was the point at which Trey's new career path came to him and he
began lying through his teeth.  Although only about other fathers before
Ed.

   "Damn, Ed, that's an impressive cock.  Only as I'm sure you've guessed,
it's a little big for boy cunt that hasn't been properly prepared.  Of
course, some fathers, uncles, grandfathers, don't mind if the boy
experiences some, or even a lot, of pain when his cherry gets busted.  They
think it helps teach the boy to know his role in life, well, his role while
he's young enough to still cause hardons, which is pleasing the men who use
him.  But I'm pretty sure you're a father who just wants a good boy fuck
with his son.  No muss, no fuss, no fighting, just a pliable baby boy cunt
that you can use when the mood strikes you."

   There was only a moment's silence, while Ed's mind shifted from lust and
images of ramming his long fat dick rapidly in and out of his boy's
asshole, to actual thinking.  "The latter, of course."

   "Well, there are several techniques I've perfected..." (thought about,
jacked off about, never tried) "to help other fathers..." (a fucking lie)
"achieve a tight young son cunt ready for use."

   "Do it."

   "However, considering the dangers associated with these procedures...."

   "Dangers?"

   "No, no, Ed, not to your boy's pussy.  To me, from the law.  Frankly,
the reward has to be worth the risk."

   "Twenty thousand."

   The figure was just blurted out, without thought, without even looking
away from the finger-filled son cunt.

   "Ah, that's not my usual fee, Ed." (Quite true.  He'd never done this
before, well, sure, he'd fucked little boys before and prepared them for
getting molested by an adult male, but he'd never been paid for all that
fun.)

   "Forty?"

   "Five."

   "Done.  Now do it."

   "Cash.  Tomorrow."

   "Fine.  Do it."

   Trey began to prepare the one year old's black ass for deep penetration.
Thankfully, Ed had been the last patient of the day, and he'd told the
staff to just leave, and lock the doors.  And then, using Ed's little baby
son as a near guinea pig, Trey started his illustrious (or illustriously
depraved) career of proving that no boy hole is too tiny that something
can't be put in it that will help get the rocks off of the man doing the
putting.  A career that would prove to even the most skeptical of his
future clients just how well even the smallest, tightest boy rectum could
become a flexible, adaptable, able to take most dicks in a single thrust,
boy pussy, through the proper mixture of manipulation, stimulation, and
drugs if necessary, whether stimulants or muscle relaxants or pain killers.

   That day was also the start of another, and intimately related, career
in subtle blackmail.  True, Trey had pressed the button that began videoing
what went on in the exam room, as he often did when he had a little boy to
check, and he wanted to look at the images of the naked boy later, and jack
off to his fantasies.  Trey had high standards, however.  Or at
least...reasonably high standards.  He rarely let the clients know about
the videos; he certainly never demanded money other than his fee.

   But if Trey had any obsession at all, it was for male cherries, and the
proper taking thereof.  Hell, if it was a seventy year old man who was
losing his ass or mouth cherry, Trey would be more than willing to take it
from him and enjoy every fuck stroke and every shot of cum.  The younger,
the better, though.  Naturally.

   So Trey worked on the tiny black boy for a while with his father
watching closely, nearly drooling over his fantasies, almost as much as
both men's cocks, still sticking out of their dress slacks, were drooling
on everything they came in contact with as the doctor worked, and the
patient's father moved around to get the best possible view.  Trey finally
decided to go ahead with his second idea.  He slid the two greasy fingers
out of the little one's slightly relaxed hole, and sighed.  "You know, Ed,
I owe you an apology.  I think I may have spoken too soon.  I just don't
think I can get your son's ass ready today for that big meat of yours, not
with what I'm doing.  This is going to take a couple more sessions to get
him loosened up enough for you.  Maybe by the weekend if you bring him back
every afternoon."

   As Trey had hoped, Ed picked up on the "with what I'm doing" remark. 
"Doc, I'm going to fuck something before I leave this room.  And I'm pretty
damned sure you'd enjoy my dick up your ass, but we both know whose ass I
really want.  So what is it that might make this work, but isn't happening
right now?"

   Trey faked a hesitancy.  "Well, Ed, you know, this isn't purely
business."

   "Shit, doc, given your fucking hardon I can damn well see that."

   "Yes, of course I'm turned on by what I'm doing.  There's not a pedo
anywhere in the world, including the two in this room, that wouldn't be
hard and dripping."

   For just a moment Ed looked like he'd been punched in the guts with the
use of that word, and then he accepted it as accurate.

   "So, yes, there is something else that might make it possible, and I've
done it with, well, a grandfather, three fathers, and a much older
brother...." (doctors and pedos with an obsession about busting baby boy
cherries have to be excellent liars) "who were as concerned as you about
minimizing the pain and trauma for their little ones."

   "Shit, man, just spit it the fuck out."

   "Okay, okay.  Those other men decided it would be better for their
little ones to have a smaller cock give the boy his first fuck, and then
when he's full of cum, get their own fuck in."

   "You want my son's cherry."

   "Not want, precisely, Ed.  Fuck, I'm always grateful for any kid cunt I
get to plow, virgin or not.  But what I'm offering here is a service; a
service that's worked out very well for others in situations similar to
yours.  But it's your call, of course."

   Ed's meat was so hard it was hurting.  His balls were aching.  No way
was he going to be satisfied with just jacking off over the next several
days, with or without a dildo or vibrator in his ass since Frank was out of
town.  "I get him right after you?"

   "Definitely, Ed, definitely.  Of course, I'll have to help you control
yourself, because he certainly won't be ready for anywhere near all of your
meat, not quite yet, but enough you'll cum like you've never cum before."

   "Do it."

   "Well, there are still some decisions you need to make."

   "Jesus, fuck, doc!  What the fuck now?" Ed's lust and irritation
combined to make a frustrated, angry tone.

   "Now look, Ed.  Just calm the hell down.  You want this done right,
don't you?  You want your little boy to understand his role in your life,
his purpose, don't you?  So like the old saying about `begin how you mean
to go on' you have to decide what his first fuck is going to be like."

   "Okay, okay, yes, I want it right.  But what the fuck are you talking
about?"

   Trey stretched out his left hand and gently took hold of Ed's sticky
cock, began lightly fondling and stroking it.  Surprisingly, the feeling of
the doctor's hand on his lawyer dick made Ed a little more relaxed.  No
less horny, and no less eager for his first kid cunt fuck, and his very own
kid, too, but not quite so tense.

   "Look, you've already decided you want his cherry busted with as little
pain as possible.  There's still going to be some pain, of course, but his
baby cunt is ready...or as ready as it's ever going to be.  But
whenever..." (in the future, since this was the first time) "I've had the
privilege of taking a baby boy's tight hot little rectum and turning it
into a boy cunt, I've done it the way daddy or granddaddy or whoever
intended to do it himself."

   Ed was still looking puzzled, but enjoying the feel of a new man's hand
on his prick.

   "What do you plan for him, Ed?  Is he going to be daddy's little loving
fuck toy, used with soft words and gentle touches?  Is he going to be
treated like a slut whore cum dump with his first fuck as near rape as
makes no never mind?  Are you going to keep his precious boy pussy for your
exclusive use?  Or are you going to pass him around to other men, and get
off on them getting off on your boy?  Is he going to be your beloved black
son, or a nigger boy ho?"

   "Christ."

   "Take your time, Ed, take your time.  Kwazi is certainly going to
remember his first cunt fuck, so we want the memory to be the right one,
don't we?  Not something confusing.  A learning experience that will teach
him how he's going to be treated for years to come."

   "Yeah, yeah.  Sure.  Right."

   Ed told Trey later how much his mind was blown away by Trey's concerned
words.  How he hadn't really thought it all through, nothing beyond getting
his nut in boy cunt.  How impressed he was with Trey's wisdom and
experience.  How his head was whirling while he watched Trey continue to
work on his kid's cunt some more, giving Ed time to make a decision.

   A decision that he'd never have thought he'd make.  But the idea of
other men sliding their dicks into his little boy's mouth or ass pussies,
while he watched, was so fucking hot.  Not until Kwazi could take every
inch of daddy Ed's cock in his boy pussy, and most of it down his throat,
of course.  He wanted to be sure the boy was well-trained and wouldn't
embarrass him, naturally.  And with Frank gone on the oil rig for at least
another month, he'd have plenty of time.  And plenty of time to figure out
a way to see if Frank would join in.  Christ!  Such a hot, hot, hot image
of the two daddies fucking their baby...nigger...slut at both ends!

   And if he shared his boy, would other daddies share theirs?  He hadn't
realized he'd said that out loud until Trey reassured him.  If a granddad
was going to fuck someone else's young boy, then he had to be willing to
share his grandson.  Sometimes, though, Trey had been told, some
fuck-daddies got their rocks off on just letting strangers fuck the boy. 
God knows there were enough cruising toilets in the city that had their
fair share of pedos on the prowl.

   Ed looked Trey in the eye.  "I want a nigger slut."

   "Fucking good choice, Ed.  Fucking good.  Let's make that happen."

   Trey pulled the naked nigger baby ho in training to the edge of the
table.  So goddamn hot, the contrast between his pale white flesh and the
dark, dark flesh of young Kwazi.  "Daddy spit or KY?"

   No choice at all for Ed.  He loved spit fucks himself, so his kid needed
to grow up learning to love the same thing.  "Daddy spit."

   Trey nodded, and reached down to lift the boy's hips in the air and
moved a little aside.  Ed swooped down and began slobbering for the first,
but definitely not the last, time on his baby boy's asshole, forcing his
tongue inside.  When it was wet enough, or as wet as he wanted it to be, he
turned his head and swallowed the doctor's dick whole.  Trey forced himself
to remain still, rather than start the instinctive face fucking reaction to
such a talented mouth sucking him.

   A couple of suck strokes later, Ed decided Trey was lubed enough.

   Trey moved back into place, seated his knob end, the small mushroom
flare with the surprisingly big piss and cum slit, on the dark little
rosebud.  Holding the little boy's hips and ass cheeks with four fingers
and his thumbs on the little nigger's inner thighs, spreading them apart,
Trey gave a sharp little thrust of his hips as he pulled Kwazi toward him.
His mushroom cap parted the ass lips, sank in, and the rubber band tight
boy cunt muscles snapped back around the head.  The boy screamed.

   Trey almost wished that Ed had made another decision.  He'd suddenly
realized how turned on the rejected scenario made him, almost wished he
could just shove his cock all the way inside, fast and hard and deep. 
Instead, he just held very still, and began talking to the boy in a way
that combined sternness with caring.  "Be quiet, Kwazi.  Now!  Yes, yes,
that's a good little slut.  That's what your daddy wants, you know.  He
wants you to be a good nigger cum dump.  A baby boy ho who can take all
kinds of cocks in his little pussy."

   The pedo doctor eased another inch of shaft inside.  The kid's scream
this time was softer, not quite so agonized.  Fuck but he loved his work.
"Good nigger.  You're going to be a fine pussy boy for daddy and all the
men he's going to let use you.  Because that's all you're good for, being a
nigger baby for men to molest." Another inch, another, still softer howl.

   "Three inches, baby boy.  Three inches of man dick, pedo doctor dick in
your tight little cunt." Trey leaned forward, picked him up, still impaled,
and shuffled sideways so they were at the edge of the exam table.  Laid him
back down.  Looked at his agonizingly stiff daddy.  "Why don't you give
your nigger pussy something to suck on?  He might as well get started today
on that, too."

   "Oh, Christ fuck, yeah," Ed swore softly.  He gently eased the pussy
boy's head towards his daddy's meat and then smeared the thick, pink, pouty
lips with all the greasy precum oozing out of his knob.

   "Ease the last three inches in, or shove `em?"

   Ed looked down at where Trey was joined to the fresh kid cunt. 
Agonized. Realised what he wanted.  And decided not to do it that way. 
"Slow."

   The "well, goddamn, shit!" response from Trey was kept inside his own
head.  He was, after all, suddenly confident that he'd have plenty of men
in the future who'd go the near-rape, or just more pain route.  He pulled
his hips back so just the knob was trapped inside, then eased back in again
to the half-cock mark.  A couple more strokes like that and then he moved
deeper.  Slowly, steadily, with fractional pauses, so that all the little
one did was whimper and moan and cry, but not very loudly.  And finally he
was in.  Bushy pubes against bald baby boy ass lips.

   Trey also realized that he wasn't going to last very long.  Not with
fucking a virgin nigger boy while his adopted white daddy watched, all with
daddy's permission and eager cooperation.  Trey started fucking and
talking.

   "Oh, baby Kwazi, you've got such a fine tight boy cunt.  An almost used
pussy waiting for me to pop and fill it with pedo slime.  Your daddy's
right here fucking your nigger mouth, watching his precious boy's pussy get
used by the white pedo doctor.  Christ, kid, we're going to turn you into
such a fucking little slut, turning you out so your daddy can get his rocks
off having other men molest you, oh shit!  Eddy, Eddy, your fucking nigger
boy's pussy is so not and tight, it's grabbing my dick, look at your little
slut, watch his face, look at that hard little nigger dickie, oh
shitfuckChrist I'm cuuuuuummmmmmminnnnng!"

   Trey was shaking so hard it was almost like he was a little boy having a
monster-sized dry cum.  When he finally managed to bring his panting and
gasping under control he slumped over the molested boy, whose cunt was so
full of dick snot it was oozing out and around Trey's meat.  And then
slowly eased his cock out, letting the boy's legs dangle over the edge of
the table.  Using his fingers he stripped as much of the cum and little boy
butt juice as he could off his cock and stroked it on the lawyer's prick.

   Ed was shaking, he was so eager.  He raised his no longer virgin baby
boy's legs in the air again, spreading them, almost gasped when he felt
Trey's hand grip his fat meat and guide him forward until his precum soaked
knob was resting on the puffy bruised cunt lips of his precious nigger son.

   "Okay, Ed, you can slide it on in, but only as far as my hand.  Yeah, he
just had my cock balls deep, but you're way fucking longer and fatter than
me, a daddy stud dick, my friend, and you'd rip him apart today if we tried
fucking that deep.  So until he gradually gets used to you, you're going to
have to use just part of your daddymeat, okay?"

   Ed nodded, then pulled his boy toward him.  Despite being freshly fucked
and slimy with Trey's cum and the slut kid's pussy juices, the pussy lips
clamped tight and refused him entrance.  Trey could see the "fuck that
shit!" expression on Ed's face, and wasn't surprised that the horny
father's next move was a sharp yank that punched his fat knob into his
baby's pussy, causing a loud wail.  Ed might have grinned at the sound and
spurted a good bit of precum in the cum slick lining of his son's shitter,
but he was a good pedo father.  He paused to let the tiny, tight pussy get
accustomed to daddy's thick dong.

   The feel was so incredibly fucking hot.  Nothing like any kind of turnon
he'd ever had before.  The knob of his meat clamped inside the hot slimy
confines of his wailing baby boy's shitter.  His new-found best pedo friend
doctor his greasy right thumb and forefinger circling his cock, marking how
far he could fuck, while the rest of the doc's hand cupped and fondled his
aching hairy balls.  He had a momentary twinge of...something...conscience,
panic, fear of Frank's reaction...but ignored it.  This was something he
had to do.  This was fucking right, his right, his turn to be a top when
virtually all of his life he'd been a bottom pig for whoever he was with,
starting with the stranger in the toilet who'd raped his thirteen year old
ass, clamping a hand over his mouth to muffle his screams, fucking him
relentlessly until his teen ass was filled with dick slime, and then turned
him over to the two old men who'd come in and watched.  And fucked his
mouth.  Ashamed, humiliated, bruised, leaking three loads of cum from his
ass, and tasting the strange bitter taste of his original rapist's cum in
his mouth, he'd staggered home, and managed to conceal what had happened
from his family, knowing he could never admit how hard his then modest
prick was, how he'd cum twice that night, once in the bathroom, once in
bed, vowing never to let anything like that happen again.  Two days later,
he was back, begging to be used.  And now he was using.  Using, no, fucking
molesting, his nigger baby son.

   He yanked, startling another, louder wail from his son, and he was as
far in as Trey would allow.

   Trey told him to hold himself right there, made him promise, and then
released his cock.  He wanted to just go ahead and bury the remaining five
thick inches in his kid's cunt, but he was, after all, a professional.  He
expected his clients to respect his legal expertise and do the fuck what
they were told.  He owed Trey the same duty with respect to the doc's pedo
expertise.  So he reluctantly held still, as Trey moved over to a cabinet,
unlocked the bottom drawer, and returned holding a large bottle of poppers
that he set right next to Kwazi, and in the other hand, a black dildo near
Ed's size, but not quite as long, not quite as fat.  Just the right size
for his piggy ass, though.  Except....

   "Whoa, Trey, no way.  I...uh...well, I don't always stay hard when I've
got dick in my ass.  And I sure the fuck am not planning on losing my
hardon when I've just gotten it into my kid son's pussy."

   "Oh, I don't think you have to worry.  It's not unusual to go soft when
you're getting a good ass fucking, and there's been a fair number of men
I've helped with their kiddy cunts who felt the same way.  So I'll tell you
what I told all of them..." Trey was, of course, lying like shit about "all
of them" since Ed was the first.

   "First, when your cock is buried, part way or all the way, in tiny,
tight, baby boy fuckin' hot little pussy, do you really think you're going
to lose your hard for any reason at all?  And second, well, you're just
going to have to get used to having your holes used and staying hard when
it happens."

   "What the fuck?"

   "Here, suck on this and get it wet."

   Ed's question was forgotten for a moment as he obediently deep-throated
the dildo, getting it slick with spit and slime from his throat.  Trey
squatted down to Ed's right and at the touch of the wet dildo head on his
man cunt, Ed automatically spread his legs a little wider, relaxed his
pussy muscles, and just grunted when Trey rammed the first couple of inches
in.

   Trey put his right hand on Ed's daddy dick and balls, and with his left
began pushing the dildo into Ed's manhole.  Ed didn't get soft!  If
anything, as that dildo slid into his welcoming cunt, his pedo prick got
even harder.  But still, what the fuck was all that shit about his holes
getting used?  He and Frank had a pretty damned exclusive relationship,
although the fuck was sort of shot of out that with what he was doing today
with Kwazi and Trey, but still....

   Trey explained carefully that yes, just as Ed wanted, there were other
men out there with young boys they were willing to share.  And sure, some
of the time, he'd be watching Kwazi get one of his cunts molested by some
old grandfather, at the same time as he was plowing the hot little cunt of
the guy's grandson.  But there would probably be times when Kwazi wasn't
available, like during the day when Ed might take a break for a slightly
long lunch, and go to an adult theatre quietly known for the men who bring
little boys along to be molested in the darkness.  Some sleazy uncle with
his slut nine year old nephew suggests that the kid bend over the aisle
seat and suck a nasty old cock while you drop your pants to your ankles,
standing in the aisle, and fuck the boy pussy.  Maybe uncle just gets off
on watching men molest his nephew.  Maybe he wants sloppy seconds or
thirds. Or maybe he gets off, literally and figuratively, mouth fucking or
ass fucking the man molesting the nephew.  Of course, he'd probably enjoy
it just fine if the man hadn't sucked dick before, or been fucked--a
typical straight business man in for a quick fag blowjob, but now branching
out into kid sex.  But he'd also get off on having such a talented man cunt
to use, too.  And Trey speculated that Ed's was indeed a very talented man
cunt, given the way he'd practically sucked in the dildo, rubber balls
deep.

   Ed nodded his...understanding, agreement...his recognition of how
profoundly he'd just changed his life.  And if truth be told, and he found
himself admitting the truth out loud to Trey, as much as he loved Frank,
monogamy, especially for a bona fide cum slut bottom whose lover was away
on oil rigs for months at a time, was a fucking pain.  The idea of getting
used by other men, men he probably wouldn't be able to pick and choose, men
he'd just have to accept, have to submit to, was also helping to keep him
hard inside his nigger slut son's pussy.

   Trey ordered him to take several big hits off the poppers; Ed nearly
objected that he didn't do drugs, but obeyed anyway.  And became instantly
addicted, as he became lost in a fog of lust, accompanied by wild visions
of being gangbanged side by side with his nigger ho baby boy, of having
Frank tied up and helpless and getting his virgin top ass gang raped while
he watched his lover and son have so much fun being used by man after man
after man, Ed began plowing Kwazi's cum slimed baby cunt, while Trey made
sure he didn't go to deep, and at the same time plowed Ed's cunt hard and
fast and deep with the spit slick dildo, hitting Ed's large prostate,
sending electric shocks of lust throughout his body, and into his boy
fucking cock, rotating his man slut hips to get his own hole used as well
as he could, the rotation inside the tight little cunt opening it up even
further, sliding over the baby prostate, fucking his ass into the dildo,
his cock into the nigger's pussy, faster and faster, ignoring the baby boy
wails that faded and gradually turned into whimpers and moans that he told
himself were new-made whore sounds of lust, Ed's voice turned raw as he
bellowed out "Fuckshitpissfuck, I'm cumming in my baby boy's whore cunt,
fuck my pussy, Trey, fuck my pussy!" and then nearly collapsed over the
table as he spewed shot after shot of thick daddy spooge in his young
nigger's kid cunt.

   Trey gently eased the worn out pedo father out of his kid's ass, and
helped him to relax down to his knees, the dildo still filling his ass. 
Trey ordered him to lean back, supporting himself on his hands, while he
picked up the young boy and held his slimy cunt over his daddy's mouth. 
The pedo daddy did what every good pedo daddy does...ate his kid's sloppy
rectum out, lapping and slurping and tongue fucking until he had every
possible drop of juice and slime and cum possible.  But before he could
swallow the tasty treat, Trey yanked the baby away, and still holding him
in his right arm, used his left hand to yank Ed's head forward and plunge
his pedo doc hardon into the nearly full pedo daddy mouth.

   "Fuck that dildo in your pussy, slut.  Jack your pedo daddy meat and cum
when I cum in your slut pedo daddy whore mouth!" Despite the two cums
before Ed showed up, and the cherry-busting cum earlier, Trey knew he
wasn't going to last long this time, so he began skull-fucking the lawyer's
eager, whore-talented mouth, ramming hard and deep until he was cumming
long and hard again, draining his balls, and he could feel the drops of
Ed's load spattering his legs.  Both men were gasping for air, and Ed tried
to move his head back, but Trey wasn't quite finished yet.  Ed caught on
quickly, and waited as Trey's cock softened in his mouth just enough to let
the piss through.  Frank wasn't much for water sports, and it felt so
fucking good for a man's...a pedophile's...strong hot piss to wash down cum
and ass slime.

   Within a week, with careful assistance from Trey, supported by numerous
lies about what other pedo fathers, etc., had done, the Kwazi whore was
eagerly taking all of his daddy's long fat meat in his bottom cunt, and a
good part of it in his mouth.  He still wasn't happy about drinking piss,
but he was learning.  Two fuck-filled days after the first time he was able
to give his baby boy slut a deep-dicking, full-stroke fuck, Ed was ready to
molest some other boys and trade Kwazi for the chance.  Unfortunately, the
second fuck day was the same day he got a call from Frank saying he was
coming home early and would be there in less than twenty-four hours.

   Instead of having nearly a month to plan how he was going to get his
butch, top, "I like fucking men, not high school kids" lover to accept
their son's new role in life, he had less than a day.  Ed panicked and
called Trey.  Lying the point that he charged other men for this kind of
service, but graciously would not do so this time with Ed, Trey came up
with a plan.

   When Frank walked in the door the next evening, tired but very, very
horny, and with an extremely visible large hardon in his worn travel jeans,
he was more than a little pissed to find a strange man in his own home,
with an elegant dinner set for three, when all he wanted was a rough fuck
of his pig's slut bottom, a shower, a gentler fuck, and then plenty of
sleep, followed, of course, by a blowjob and another fuck.  Ed soothed him
with a quick and believable explanation (trial lawyers are of course
consummately believable liars, too) of a thank-you dinner to their
pedotrician for taking such good care of Kwazi when he was ill, no, no,
he's fine, he's asleep, don't disturb him, unable to reach the doctor to
cancel, rude to do so when he arrived, we'll just have dinner, he'll leave,
you can fuck my pussy then.

   That was not, however, quite how Frank's welcome-home party progressed.
First there was the light drugging that left him not quite unconscious, but
very pliable, very agreeable, and not nearly strong enough to fight off the
two men who hauled him up to the spare bedroom they used for special fuck
sessions, where they quickly stripped him, dumped him on the narrow bed and
used the handcuffs he liked for Ed to cuff Frank's wrists to the brass
posts, and then raise and spread his legs and tie them up as well so his
virgin hole was clearly visible.  The belly and chest straps he used on Ed
to keep him immobile in this position were applied.  By the time the ball
gag was in Frank's mouth, the drug had worn off...after all, the purpose
was for Frank to enjoy himself, not sleep through it...and he was furious.
Helpless, no matter how much he struggled, but furious.

   Ed had to call on all his at-work, A-personality, aggressive trial
training and talents to keep from turning into the submissive bottom slut
he enjoyed being at home, and giving in and setting Frank free, and taking
his punishment.  "Now just shut the fuck up, Frank!"

   Ed had to pause and the laugh that came with telling a gagged lover to
stop talking, eased some of his tension.  "I've planned a surprise for you
with Trey, here.  Some incredibly hot sex like you've never had before,
fuck, never dreamed of having, before you and I get into it.  You're about
to fuck the hottest, tightest ass you've ever had, and that includes mine.

   Since he couldn't move his head...that had also been strapped
down...Frank's glare darted right and left, making the point it was going
to be pretty damned awkward for him to fuck any ass in the position he was
in.  Ed and Trey just nodded soothingly.  Quite true if a man was supposed
to wriggle through the ropes holding Frank's legs up and out and almost
motionless, but not quite, and then get into position straddling Frank's
abs and belly and somehow bend forward and then back into a very, very,
soft cock.

   The pedo lawyer and pedo doctor stripped, and despite his anger, Frank's
meat began to stiffen just a little at the sight of the two hot hard naked
men on either side of the bed.  He deliberately hadn't jacked off for more
than forty hours by then, so going to full hard when Ed crouched on the
floor to the left of the bed, leaned in and sucked Frank's dick down, was
no problem at all.  Frank's cock was slimy with spit and oozing a steady
stream of precum by the time Trey came back into the room, his nice slender
cock pointing the way, glistening with the KY from the tube in his left
hand, while his right arm cradled naked baby ho Kwazi.

   Frank's hardon vanished and he began fighting even more strongly than
before, his face red with rage and the veins high and visible in his
forehead.  The bed shook, but he had designed the gear himself, and he
couldn't get free, couldn't speak.  Ed got nervous again, but Trey quelled
him with a stern look.  He dropped the lube on the nightstand and then
moved to where Frank could see him clearly.  He wiped the first two fingers
on his left hand back and forth on his cock, slicking them up, and then
eased them into Kwazi's little cunt.

   "See, Frank?  He loves it, and he is, indeed, going to be the hottest,
tightest pussy you've ever had in your life.  Oh, don't worry, that meat of
yours isn't going to hurt him.  The little slut loves getting fucked,
especially by Daddy Ed's fat prick."

   Trey sat down on a straight backed chair they'd put by the bed.  Ed came
around to hold the boy's legs up as they angled him for Frank's best
view...of the two greasy fingers sliding in and out of his young son's
tender plump black ass.  Frank's eyes bugged out even more than he or they
had thought possible, though, when Trey slouched back in the chair, while
Ed rested his precious cunt boy on Trey's chest and belly, and then with
Trey holding his cock steady, Ed slid the nigger kid slowly down, not
really pausing as Trey's knob slid into the greasy boy shitter and all the
way up and into the kid's bowels without a sound of complaint from tiny
Kwazi.

   "Too bad you're so fucking selfish you can't be bothered to take a job
that would keep you home, Frank.  You know how much work Ed has to do in
the real world.  Fuck, man, he's one of the top goddamn lawyers in the
city, but you go the fuck off for months at a time and leave him with all
the responsibility.  Especially with this young son you were so eager to
adopt."

   Trey and Ed had obviously had more than enough time for some good long
conversations since Frank's call, and Frank's expression said he wasn't
exactly pleased with that, much less with the sight of his kid's
pediatrician's cock buried in his kid's ass.  And his kid had a stiffy!

   "And all this monogamy bullshit you laid on Ed, Frank.  A big-dicked,
incredibly hot, healthy stud, and you tell him he has to stay at home every
night with just your baby and his hand for company?  And you're off on an
oil rig with all those studs.  If I went and got the sodium pentothal I
have in my bag," (liar, liar, cunt on fire) "and shot you up and asked you
if you made do with your hand on the oil rig, that you'd be able to
truthfully say `yes?'"

   Although Frank managed to keep his head still, he couldn't stop from
looking away for just a moment.  Trey caught it and was delighted.  Ed
caught it and was furious.

   "You fucking bastard!  I go through agonies of guilt because I slipped
up and let a guy suck my dick through a gloryhole at a bookstore, and
you've got yourself a fucking harem of oil workers?  Or are you getting
your ass plugged, too, you fucking I never bottom asshole?  I stay home
nights and weekends to take care of baby Kwazi, going mad because I'm so
fucking horny, looking at how plump his lips are, thinking how much of a
cocksucker's mouth he has, and turning him on his belly and looking at that
fat bottom and wondering what a white finger, a white cock might feel like
sliding between those cheeks.

   "So while you're off sexing a bunch of muscle studs, I'm playing Hannah
housewife at home, and I got fucking fed up with it, and wound up telling
Trey all my guilty fantasies about our son.  And you know what, instead of
turning me in to the cops, Trey got it right in one...I needed help,
alright, help getting my cock in my boy's cunt without hurting him.

   "Trey took our boy's cherry, Frank.  While I watched and helped.  And
then I fucked our boy with half my dick while Trey fucked my cunt with a
big ass dildo.  And now our boy can take every fucking inch of daddy Ed's
meat.  And love every goddamn inch of it, too!"

   Ed looked at Trey.  "Fuck my little boy slut, Trey.  Show Frank what a
good kid cunt he is, but don't cum yet."

   Trey was happy to oblige, moving the nigger boy up and down on the pedo
doc's randy prong, while the boy whimpered and murmured in happiness.  And
a surprisingly big nigger boy hardon went with the gurgles and noises.

   "My turn, Trey."

   Trey obligingly pulled the boy off his slick cock, held him up to Ed,
and Ed took his place on the chair.  It was Trey's turn to position the
pussy boy, while Ed lined up his cock with the slightly gaping hole, and
pushed...hard!  The head punched through, Ed paused, and then quickly
shoved his son down to his hairy balls, with Frank's eyes glued to the
rapid disappearance of every inch.  His eyes stayed there, mesmerized by
the ease with which Ed's thick meat was fucking their little boy.  And then
he jerked and half yelped through the gag when two greasy fingers shoved
their way up his ass.

   "You were right, Ed.  This isn't a virgin hole." Trey paused, removed
his fingers and then leaned over to examine Frank's ass.  His grin was evil
when he looked up at Ed.  "You don't rim your buddy here, do you?"

   Ed's mouth dropped.  "How the fuck....?"

   "What did he use?  The only time an ass gets rimmed is if it's gonna get
fucked and nobody fucks my ass?  I only top?  Doesn't do anything for me?
Some shit like that, until eventually you gave up, even though a bottom pig
likes you likes eating out men's asses?"

   Ed nodded as he continued gently raising and lowering his baby ho on
long hot hard daddy dick.

   "Hold that thought, Ed.  I'll be right back."

   Ed went on kid cunt fucking, while Frank got very still.  He kept
looking away from the sight of his lover's fat greasy cock sliding in and
out of their young boy's bottom, but moths to flame and all that shit and
back he was staring.  And getting hard.

   "Glad to see you're an old-fashioned cook, Ed."

   Ed looked over his shoulder and saw Trey standing in the doorway,
smiling broadly...and holding a large, open can of Crisco.  He opened his
mouth for another "what the fuck?" but abruptly shut it.  No need for the
question.  He knew the answer.  And it was obvious from the almost
petrified expression on Frank's face, and the almost full body blush, that
Trey was abso-fucking-lutely right.

   "There's a guy on the net that has a cunt like this one, Ed.  When he
bends over and spreads his cheeks you see how thick and dark brown the
muscles of his pussy lips are, and how fucking big that hole really is. 
Fucking hot to see him sit on a black horse cock dildo, watch it slide into
that greasy cunt.  Or a big plastic bottle of soda.  Or his own goddamned
fist.

   "I thought it'd be hot to fuck Frank here while he watches you fuck your
little whore boy, but you know, I think it'd be better if you did the
honors, once we get his cock up inside Kwazi's cunt.  You ever fisted
anyone?"

   Ed shook his head.

   "Well, you've got a nice, pliable, cunt to learn on.  Watch this." Trey
dipped the four fingers of his right hand in the can of Crisco, pulled them
out and then holding his hand sideways, his thumb to act as a brake, he
shoved all four fingers into Frank's ass.  Hard.  Frank screamed around the
gag.

   "Aw, shit, Frank, man, that hurt like a motherfucker, didn't it?  When
you're getting fisted you like your man to kind of ease into you, stretch
you slowly, go gently into that good hole, before he starts fucking you
with that fist...right?"

   Frank nodded vigorously, sweat streaming down the sides of his face.

   "Man, you're right.  That is the way to do it.  Well, at least for guys
who are honest enough to tell their partners that they're really versatile
after all, and that they really like a nice hard cock fucking their cunt.
And you do like getting fucked, don't you, Frank?"

   It was easy to tell Frank sure the fuck didn't want to admit anything,
but realized there was no point in lying any more.

   "You like a good gang bang, too, slut?"

   Another frozen moment and then Frank, so patently reluctant Ed almost
laughed, but didn't because he was still so pissed, nodded again.

   "Figured as much.  Ed, no cunt gets this used and abused and so fucking
flexible from an occasional fuck.  I'd be willing to bet my whole fee for
opening up Kwazi's cunt that your `strictly a top' lover is actually a slut
for the whole oil rig crew.  In fact, my guess is he's so damned arrogant
about everything that he got caught with his cock in a crew mate's ass, and
when he tried to bluff and argue his way out of it, he pissed them off so
much they decided to teach him a lesson.  They were horny, so they held him
down and raped him.  You know, teach the fucking fag a lesson.  I wonder
how many cocks in his cunt it took before he was begging them to rape
him...harder.

   "Hey, asshole!  Now that your secret is out, and I've got a fucking good
start on a fist in your ass, if we take the gag out you gonna cooperate
with the inevitable?"

   Frank nodded yet again.

   It took some stretching and twisting, but Trey managed to keep his
fingers in Frank's hole while he undid the ball gag and got it out of
Frank's mouth.  The first words out of his mouth once he'd gotten a little
saliva going was a vicious, obscene attack on his disgusting child
molesting lover and what the cops were going to do to him.  Trey shook his
head just a little when Ed opened his mouth to respond.  Frank hadn't
noticed the fingers were out of his ass, or that Trey had shoved his whole
hand in the Crisco, pulled it back out, and made a "point" out of his
fingers and thumb--index and little finger touching beneath the second and
third fingers, thumb touching the tip of the ring finger.

   Ed was glad that Frank had soundproofed the room, and if he hadn't been
in so much pain, Frank probably was, too.  Having the point of Trey's right
hand, and then the rest of it, shoved quickly inside his cunt made Frank's
scream long and loud and shrill.  He was gasping for air when Trey slid his
fist out, paused, and then repeated the operation, with just a bit more
strength.  The second scream wasn't as loud since Frank had pretty much
made his vocal cords raw with the first one, but it was satisfying to the
other two men in the room.

   It scared the shit out of the little cunt boy, though, so Ed did what
any thoughtful, caring partner would do for a lover who was tied up,
screaming because he been brutally fisted with virtually no preparation,
and had so little control he was frightening his own baby boy.  Ed got up,
the nigger ho still impaled on a rod that had gotten harder at the sounds
of pain emanating from the lying bastard oil worker slut on the bed, and
slapped the screaming piece of shit hard.  Followed through on the stroke,
and on the return, back-handed him.  The screaming stopped.

   Ed's voice was soothing, as he sat back down in the chair, one hand
fondling the plump nigger cocklet and ball sack, the other stroking and
caressing the belly where you could almost see the outline of the thick
daddy meat buried so far up inside.  "Now, now, little ho, Daddy Frankie
didn't mean to scare his baby slut cum dump.  Remember how you yelled, too,
when Daddy Ed put his big dickie up inside your little pussy?  Hmmmm?  And
then how good it felt when Daddy Ed started fucking your cunt?  Oh, yeah,
you remember, don't you, little one?  Look at how big a stiffie you have,
and you can feel daddy's prick in your pussy, can't you?  Good boy, that's
a good boy.  No more tears, now.  See, your Daddy Frankie is different than
you.  He likes the pain; he likes being hurt and yelling.  Don't you, Daddy
Frankie?  "

   Ed didn't know it at the moment, but he'd hit another proverbial
nailhead.  Frank did like the pain.  The beating he'd gotten when he was
first caught on the rig had blown his mind when he got hard and stayed hard
all the way through it.  And he couldn't exactly hide it, since he'd
literally been caught with his pants down.  Maybe it was the hardon leaking
a steady stream of precum.  Maybe it was the way the six-four, hairy,
shaved-head, hard-muscled stud was on the floor moaning and groaning with
the pain, instead of taking it like a man--in silence.  Whatever it was, it
triggered a hardon in short, fat, fiftyish Jack Tanner, who suddenly told
the other three to turn the fag on his belly on the steel floor, fished his
meat out of his jeans, knelt, straddling Frank's thighs, and raped the
fucking shit out of him, ignoring his screams when the fat prick rammed
into his guts.

   The other three took their turns, and then Jack had him again.  They
turned him over, letting his overflowing ass leak cum onto the deck, and
discovering that either he shot an enormous amount of cum all at once, or
he'd cum more than once while he was getting raped.  That disgusted his
attackers even more, and they finished off by marking their territory with
four full-bladder loads of hot acrid piss.  Jack kicked Frank's hip hard
enough to leave a bruise, and told him to strip, use his clothes to clean
up the mess he made, and go back to his bunk...and lay on his belly.

   Frank did what he was told.  And one by one, the rest of the day, nearly
every man on the rig came to use one of his cunts.  From that point on, he
was the rig whore.  Not that he was paid in cash.  Jack, who seemed to be
in charge of the cum dump, figured that the cums he was having were enough
payment.  The only time he had a right to refuse any man's order was if
doing so would put any of the men or their jobs at risk.  If he lost time
from his duties because he was giving blowjobs or getting fucked, or even,
on occasion, face fucking a crew mate, or pounding an ass, he had to make
up the time and get the job done, or face punishment.  His ass became very
familiar with the feel of a thick leather belt turning it hot and bright
red and raising welts.

   Jack even managed to allow the men who wouldn't publicly sex Frank to
get some relief from blue balls, too.  Every few nights, Frank would be
hauled out of his bunk, taken to a windowless room, strapped to a cot, and
then with the lights in the hall unscrewed so no light leaked in when the
door opened, the "closeted" man fuckers could abuse him.  True, if it was a
fuck night, and you were quietly leaving your bunk with a bulge in your
boxers in the dim light, and coming back a while later, meat soft, your
buddies knew where you'd been and what you'd done.  But the agreement was,
if you didn't want to fuck Frank in public, with your buddies watching and
maybe playing with your ass and your tits while you did, doing so on a fuck
night wasn't mentioned by anyone.

   And now his whoring on the rig was coming back to haunt him.  Big
fucking time.  Frank gave up.  Not that he had much choice, what with the
pedo doctor's fist up his burning ass, and being tied and helpless.  "Yeah.
I like the pain."

   "Don't tell me, fuckwad, tell your son!"

   Frank looked at his still crying baby boy impaled on his other daddy's
rampant cock.  "Don't cry, Kwazi.  Daddy Frank likes being hurt.  He...he
likes dicks...and, and fists and dildos in his man cunt."

   There was a long pause as he looked at the two men dominating him,
humiliating him in front of his well-fucked son, and knew this was only the
beginning.  Knew that from now on the only way he'd get his dick in his
lover's incredibly hot hole was if Ed let him, and he'd probably do it
since Ed was also a pig bottom, but it would probably require a lot of
groveling on Frank's part.  Groveling he was surprised to realize might
just turn him the fuck on.  Knew, too, from the expression on Ed's face,
which included more than a trace of overwhelming lust from the feelings of
his cock in kid cunt, that there was no way Ed would allow Frank to be
pedo-pure, and have Ed be the only one "guilty" of baby-son-molesting. 
Like it or not, Frank was going to be shoving his big cock in both of his
little boy's holes, and probably pretty fucking damn soon.

   He looked at the two men.  "Uh, guys, if you untie me, I, well, I
promise you can use me however you want.  I...I'll cooperate, be a fucking
good bottom for you."

   Ed was still in a rage, and sure the fuck didn't believe Frank.  Figured
the moment Frank was free he'd attack, and even though it was two men to
one, Frank was a damned sight bigger and stronger than either of them.  But
before he could say anything, Trey solved the potential problem.

   "Frank, you lying prick shithead, there's not a fucking reason in hell
Ed should believe you.  But on the other hand--so to speak--I think we can
make pretty damn sure you're being honest for a change."

   Trey yanked his fist out of Frank's cunt, accompanied by a loud moan,
then reached out the hand hot and greasy from the slime in Frank's ass and
covered that long thick meat with stroking fingers that made Frank moan
again, but this time as his cock got slick and he spurted precum.  "Ed, I
think Frank here is ready to try out his baby son's nigger slut pussy,
don't you?"

   Ed looked as if he was going to balk, in part because of anger, in part
because his prick felt so fucking good buried up his son's hot tiny ass,
but then he realized what Trey was up to.  He nodded, reluctantly eased his
dick out of Kwazi's gaping hole, rested his left knee on the bed, and
carefully worked the two of them between the ropes restraining Frank, so
that the tiny nigglet was on daddy Frank's belly, held up on all fours,
while Trey's greasy hand held Frank's rigid meat in place.

   "Look at daddy Frankie, nigger baby.  Look at his expression.  See how
much he wants to have his big daddy dickie buried in your ho slut cunt."

   Frank couldn't help himself after all.  He had to try to stop this
obscenity.  "Christ, Ed!  C'mon, please don't do this.  Don't make me fuck
my own little son.  That's fuckin' sick, man.  Look, you found me out.  I'm
a good cunt, a really good fuck.  I'll do anything you want, just...well,
fuck, just don't molest our kid any more."

   Ed smiled another wicked smile.  "Tell you what, Frankie.  I'll make you
a deal.  I'm going to put your cock in Kwazi's cunt.  Balls fucking deep,
man.  And then I'll slide him up so just your knob is left in, and back
again, and then pull him all the way off, and then try to yank him back
down to your pubes.  If I can't because you've gone soft by then, from
disgust or shame or whatever, sure, I'll agree.  Or if you're hard, and you
tell me his pussy isn't the hottest, tightest thing your cock has ever been
into; that you don't understand it's probably the last cunt you're going to
get to top unless I decide otherwise, and that you definitely don't want to
molest your tiny son and fill his boyhole with daddy juice...yeah, I'll
agree.  Deal?"

   "Yeah, okay, except, well, Trey's gotta take his fist out of my ass. 
That, well, shit, it gets me fucking hard, and no way am I gonna stay hard
about molesting my own kid."

   Ed laughed.  "We'll compromise.  You say his fist will keep you hard
long enough for me to get your cock inside Kwazi.  Once you're in all the
way, Trey will take his hand out.  Then you'll have your fair test."

   Frank nodded and then shut his eyes.  Obviously, thinking of all sorts
of disgusting things that would get his dick soft, as soon as the so-called
hardon making fist was out of his hole.  Trey held Frank's dick, which was
a little longer than Ed's eight inches, but definitely a lot thicker from
head to base, and Ed pulled Kwazi toward Daddy Frank's raised legs.  The
baby boy howled again when the wide head of his other daddy's meat pushed
open his cunt lips farther than they'd ever been spread so far.

   As he began pulling the boy down on daddy Frank's dick, Ed began talking
to his young son, glancing up at Frank's tightly shut eyes, and the lips
that were equally tightly clamped shut.  Asshole Frank was probably afraid
of letting a sound out, afraid it would show how much he liked kid cunt
after all.  "Yeah, baby slut, scream for daddy Frank.  He's a slut whore
like you.  He likes being hurt, likes having a fist up his pussy.  Just
like I'm going to train you, you nigger baby slut." Then he yanked the baby
ho hard `n fast and buried daddy Frank's fat, fat long dick into his tiny
son's cunt.  The boy's howl drowned out his daddy's grunt when Trey yanked
his fist out of Frank's ass.

   Ed, of course, didn't play quite fair.  He was, after all, a lawyer.  He
allowed the whimpering baby nigglet slumped on his daddy Frank's belly,
cunt full of cock, and moved behind Frank, and rammed his straining meat
balls deep into his lover's gaping, fisted cunt.  Fuck, fuck, fuck!  He
almost came from the feel of the hot slimy wetness of his lover's loose
pussy, from knowing this was his first time ever in his partner's greasy
hole, from knowing for fuck-all sure it was going to be his cunt to use and
abuse from now on.

   "Shit, fuck!  You motherfucking bastard!  Get your goddamned dick out of
my ass.  That wasn't part of the deal!"

   Ed was becoming quite good at wicked grins, and dominating sneers. 
"Then you should have negotiated a better deal, fuckwad.  All you asked for
was no fist in your cunt.  You didn't prohibit my deep-dicking you.  And
when those men were raping your fuckhole for the first time, and I fucking
bet every time after, you stayed hard just because there was meat in your
shitter, right?"

   Ed started rabbit-fucking his helpless lover, which made daddy Frank's
meat vibrate in the baby cum dump's hot little hole.

   All those months, fuck after fuck after fuck, and Frank's entire body
was as well-trained as any dog worked on by Pavlov.  A cock knob rubbing on
his pussy lips, a finger or two circling his cunt, teasing the moist
insides of his hole, and he started to get hard.  A dick head inside him
and that was enough for a full hardon.  And on those few occasions when one
of the crew wanted to be fucked by Frank...usually when he was in the dark
room so he wouldn't know who had surrendered his masculinity for a little
while, and usually when the second man was dicking Frank's sloppy
cunt--although Frank was always fairly sure it was the same two men, who
took turns bottoming while the other fucked...there was no way his cock
could ever have gotten soft.  Just as it didn't now.

   Trey slid the baby pussy so just the knob of Frank's dick was trapped
inside, and eased the kid all the way down to Frank's greasy pubes, and
then pulled him all the way off, leaving Frank's cock twitching and spewing
precum.  Ed stopped fucking.  Pulled his dick out of Frank's
reluctant-to-let-go hole.  Waited a moment.  Nodded at Trey, who pulled the
limp nigglet toward daddy Frank's widespread legs...and daddy Frank's still
hard, aching prong slid easily into his kid's cunt.

   "Hottest, tightest fuck hole your dick's ever been in, isn't it?"

   Frank moaned and wiggled so his meat circled in the boy's little hole,
trying to get leverage for a good fuck even in the position he was in.  Ed
signaled again, and Trey eased the boy all the way off his daddy Frank's
dick again.  Frank whimpered.

   "Well, fuckwad?"

   "Yeah, you bastard, yeah."

   Ed shoved three fingers into Frank's greasy hole, curled them to find
and massage the large prostate.  Frank whimpered again and panted and tried
to work the fingers deeper into his pussy.  Ed yanked his fingers out.  His
voice became somehow deeper, more powerful.  Definitely into his extreme
A-personality trial mode, not merely persuading a jury to do what he
wanted, but making them understand he was so fucking right that they really
had no choice but to do so.  He slapped Frank's ass, hard.  "This is my
cunt now, isn't it, Frank?  Unless I let you go back to the oil rig, no
one's cock or fist or dildo is going in that hole unless I say so, right?"

   The slope was steep, and Frank's slide downward was picking up speed. 
"Yeah."

   "You're never going to have your dick in any man cunt or boy cunt again,
unless I let you.  Right?"

   Frank's expression said he clearly wanted to beg, to plead for some
remnant of his manhood, his local status as a hot, big-dicked stud top, but
Ed's own face was implacable.  "Y...yes."

   "And you'd be really, really grateful, too, if I let you plow Kwazi's
kid cunt so you can fill that hot little tube with daddy juices?"

   "God, yes," Frank whispered as his ego crashed and burned at the bottom
of that slope.

   "Let him loose, Trey."

   They let Frank relax, let him get some feeling back in his legs and
arms, some control.  Frank gently, lovingly stroked his baby boy, laying on
his daddy Frank's hairy chest, his tiny legs splayed wide.  Frank's right
hand moved down his boy's back, caressing and fondling the plump bottom,
and then his first two fingers slid down the little crack, and curved, and
pushed their way into the searing hot boy cunt.  Frank spurted precum.

   Daddy Ed and pedo doc Trey made him shift sideways, so his head was
hanging off the side of the bed, ready for Trey to fuck his throat deep and
hard.  Before he lowered his head, Frank looked in Ed's eyes, pleading.  Ed
understood.  He nodded.  Frank grasped the little boy's greasy sides and
slid him toward his balls, impaling him on the nine inch fat greasy daddy
meat.  The nigger slut wailed again, but not as loud or as long.

   Frank shuddered when his legs were raised over Ed's shoulders.  His
first fuck by his lover.  But then he groaned loud and long around Trey's
cock when he felt, not Ed's cock, but his fingers and then his fist burying
themselves in his man cunt.  Things only got better for the oil rig cum
whore when he felt his pussy being spread even wider.  Christ shit fuck! 
Ed was sliding his equally greasy cock into Frank's cunt, too, grabbing it
with the fist buried in the wide-spread hole.

   The three fucks began slowly, as Ed set the pace with fucking his cock
in and out of his right hand, or holding his body still while his trapped
fist jacked back and forth in the slut's hugely spread cunt, with Trey
throat fucking the cunt's other hole, leaning forward to avid watch the
fist action and daddy Frank's wicked hot meat sliding in and out of baby
boy cunt.  The fucks got faster and faster, with Frank almost slamming his
baby ho up and down the length of his aching, tingling meat, and faster
still, until finally Frank screamed as well as he could around Trey's cock
and began spewing a steady stream of blazing hot cum to splash the tight
walls of his nigglet's cum hole.  Which set off Trey's vigorous spurting of
thick, hot cum down Frank's throat, and a comparable splashing of seed up
inside Frank's well-fisted hole.

   When they all finished gasping and shuddering, including the baby slut
who'd shivered through at least one dry cum of his very own, the three
cunts were emptied of cock.  Frank moved back to a normal position on the
bed, his head on several pillows, cradling his just fucked tiny son,
enjoying the feel of his daddy slime oozing out of the gaping little pussy
and onto his fingertips.  Trey sat on the edge of the bed.  Ed got up,
padded into the kitchen and brought back three cold beers in long neck
bottles, passed them out.

   As they neared the last swallow, Trey mentioned a great idea.  Ed could
fuck his baby and cum in his hot bottom hole, while Trey gave the oil rig
slut a really good fisting.  Naturally, Ed and Trey didn't consult the oil
rig slut since his opinion had no value.  A few moments later, Ed was
leaning back against the head of the bed, his legs spread wide his slimy
cock all the way up Kwazi's cunt.  Frank was on all fours in front of him,
slurping and slobbering at Ed's balls and the cock-kid cunt connection,
with his ass in the air and Trey's fist in his hole.

   Ed's eyes widened as he saw Trey reach to one side to scoop up a huge
amount of Crisco with his left hand and begin applying it carefully to his
whole goddamned forearm!  Surely that was impossible!

   But it wasn't.  Not after a couple of popper hits up Frank's nose, and a
couple of quick jerks of his precum leaking meat.  The four-person orgy got
started as soon as Trey's forearm was buried in Frank's shitter just and
inch or so shy of Trey's elbow.  Before the evening ended, Frank had cum
twice to the elbow deep fisting of his man cunt; baby Kwazi had moaned and
gasped and writhed through countless kid cums; Trey had straddled Frank's
chest, as Frank was being cock-fucked by Ed, while Trey cunt-fucked their
baby ho, filling his pussy with a third load of man-cum, and then pissing
up the hole so that the baby's belly distended.  Trey yanked the screaming
boy off his meat, which opened the kid cunt and piss and cum and ass juices
began spraying out, but Trey was quick and talented, and promptly planted
the sloppy kid cunt on his Daddy Frank's eager mouth, who began swallowing
everything his precious son offered.  After which Ed mouth-fucked his
lover, cumming deep in his throat, and then pissing into the talented
urinal mouth as well.

   ***

   Well, shit.  I'd zoned out remembering Trey's "how I got started" story
and my dress slacks had a huge fucking wet spot from my damned precum.  Now
I'll have to go home and change after meeting Trey, but what the fuck, I've
got a ready excuse for my detectives: I was changing my baby son at the
doctor's office when the kid pissed on me, the adorable little shit, which
would get good-natured grins and laughs.

   I inhaled and exhaled slowly.  Okay.  Assuming Trey's story was at least
reasonably true, his pedo credentials definitely passed muster.  But I
still wasn't certain I'd let him, well, work on precious Sammy, no matter
how horny my cock was for tiny kid cunt.

   Another inhale/exhale.  I got out, came around the car, picked up
Sammy's carrier, reaching in to briefly fondle the tiny little stiffie,
before locking the car and heading toward the normal sized door...which led
into a bleak, empty room.  Worn linoleum floor, bare walls, a large window
with wire mesh inside the glass and bars, and another door.  With an
ancient speaker and a slightly cracked button set into it, next to the
inner door.  I pressed the button, and a surprisingly clear tenor voice
said, "Come on in, Detective Harman." I turned the handle and went in.