Before I go - Part 1  (M+b,g,nepi,toddler,oral,anal,abuse,blood,vomit,violence)

by Henry Torres  (e-mail: henrytorres@protonmail.com

 

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is entirely a work of fiction and fantasy - designed for 
               adult entertainment purposes only. 


 

                                     PART 1
 


     Michael trembled as he sat at his grandfather's bedside. 

     "I need to tell you something granddad."

     Hal was in his mid seventies. He was still conscience, even though he was 
heavily medicated as he laid in his bed dying from the lung tumor that was 
ravaging already frail body. Through the haze he saw his eldest grandson at 
his bedside and immediately beamed with pride. Michael was the first, and to 
date only, person in his family with a doctorate.  Michael's father before him, 
the first to go to college. Hal was barely the high school graduate son of two 
immigrants from South Africa.  

     "Speak your peace boy, you know you can tell me anything." Croaked out Hal.

     "I don't know what to do," Sighed Michael. "There is something wrong with 
me."

     He searched his grandfather's eyes. Hoping his grandfather was so medicated 
he wouldn't remember anything yet aware enough to guide him.

     "I...I can't help myself." He stammered.

     "They are just too cute, too innocent for me not...I just, don't know how 
to stop myself when..."

     "Boy, tell me something. Are you in trouble?" Hal interrupted.

     "Well, I don't know what to do." Michael responded, somehow shouting and 
whispering at the same time.

    "No, no. The law. Are you in trouble with the law?" Hal shook his head.

     "Oh, god no. I'm careful. Though as a pediatrician it's easy to stay one 
step ahead."

     "Come closer boy. I wants to whisper something in ya ear."

     Michael leaned and turned his head so that his ear was facing the old 
man.

     Hal slapped his thirty year old grandson on the back of the head.

     "What's wrong with ya?!? As long as you ain't caught, enjoy yourself."

     Michael was more shocked by his words then the slap on the back of the 
head. Does he know what I'm talking about? He sure as hell sounds like he 
knows something. Maybe he was over medicated after all.

     "Granddad, do you know what I am talking about." Quizzed Michael.

     "Ya talkin' bout diddlin' the children, right?"

     Hal said the word diddlin' with a long obscene and damn near erotic 
drawl, almost the way a naughty child would say the word sex.

     "Uh, yeah I suppose you could call it that."

     Hal furrowed his brow. 

     "What the hell would ya call it?"

     "Well...I'm a child molester...a pedophile."

     "No. no. You kids these days. A child molesta, or pedophile, they all 
go to jail. You been to jail lately boy?"

     "No sir." Michael said with respect.

     "Well then y'all are good, until they got ya."

     "Granddad how do you know so much about this?"

     "Well, that's a mighty long story boy. You best get comfortable now, 
cause I'm gonna to tell ya e'rything."


                                    * * * * *


     It was the early sixties - age of Camelot - and Hal was a young 18 year 
old black man fresh out of high school. Looking to make his mark in a 
country that didn't consider him a full citizen. He mostly mowed lawns and 
did odd jobs while he searched for a career, a life.

     It all started when he was just finishing up the lawn of his biggest 
client, Mr. Radcliff. As he was loading the last of his equipment in his old 
jalopy of a truck, Mr. Radcliff approached him.

     "Hal, a word if I could." Mr. Radcliff said, as he marched his way to 
the truck.

     Hal was sure we was going to be fired, or worse, accused of stealing.

     "Course, Mr. Radcliff. What do y'all need?" Hal said as professionally
and as respectfully as he could.

     "I have a colleague that would like to inquire about your services. If 
you would please come inside when you are through securing your equipment?"

     "Right away, Mr. Radcliff." 

     A new client. He hated the job, but could really use the money.

     He walked into the service entrance, searched a bit for the scullery, 
and washed his hands and face so as to appear more presentable. He didn't 
want to offend Mr. Radcliff by tracking any dirt into the house.

     "Mr. Radcliff?" He called out down the largest and most well appointed 
hallway Hal had ever seen. 
     
     "We are in here Hal." A distant voice from the parlor called out.

     As Hal entered the room, he held his hat in both hands and crouched just 
a little.

     "Hal, I would like you to meet Mr. Morgan."

     A plump ball of a man stood and extended his hand in a show of mutual 
respect, the likes Hal has never seen from a white man. At least not one with 
the means that this man appeared to possess.

     Timidly, Hal extended his rough and leathery hand towards the meaty and 
smooth white hand that levitated in front of him.

     "Hello Hal, my name is Mr. Morgan, and we were talking about hiring new 
personnel for our landscaping needs. Might you be interested?"

     "Course Mr. Morgan. What's your address now? I'll get started on your 
house straight away."

     "No Hal. I'm sorry. I didn't explain myself fully. I'm the 
administrator of St. Nicholas Hospital. We need new personnel for 
groundskeeping and janitorial duties."

     Hal was stunned. Usually a head groundskeeper or janitor did the 
hiring in places like that. So you had to know somebody on the inside first.  

     "Really Mr. Morgan? I could do that." Hal pounced on the opportunity.

     "Hal, what do you know about St. Nicholas Hospital?"

     Hoping he didn't ruin his chances, he fessed up. 

    "Can't says I know much about that there Hospital, sir." He bowed his 
head.

     "That's ok. We are a state funded hospital that specializes in the 
care and housing of children deemed unfit for society. Most are just 
mentally retarded. A few there have no family to speak of. All of them are 
wards of the state, and are under the permanent care of the hospital."

     "Have you worked with other children before?"

     Thinking carefully about his words, Hal responded: 

     "Sir, I's an eighteen year old. I has eight brothers and sisters. 
Lots of friends from school. But, I ain't never work around lots of 
children before. No sir. Though, can't see hows that would make a 
difference no how."

     Mr. Morgan cast a look at Mr. Radcliff.

     Mr. Radcliff nodded in kind and said: 

     "Hal, we just happen to have two children here. We would like you to 
meet them and see if you could work around these kind of children."

     "Sure thing Mr. Radcliff."

     Mr. Radcliff left the room, and shortly returned with two children. A 
blonde haired boy about the age of three, and a brunette girl with blue 
eyes roughly the same age.

     It was instantly noticeable to Hal that there was something different 
about these children. For one thing, they drooled excessively for someone 
of their age, and they didn't make eye contact with anyone - but rather 
continuously scanned the room without actually looking at anything.

     "Hal, one of the reasons why I recommended you to Mr. Morgan here is 
because you are hardworking, loyal, and, in my opinion, very trustworthy. 
You have always done your work discreetly and thoroughly. If Mr. Morgan 
would like to consider you for the job, you'd also have to be very quiet 
about anything you see at the hospital. For your silence you will be paid 
handsomely."

     Mr. Radcliff wrote a number on a slip of paper and handed it to Hal.

     "I ain't never made that much in a month before."

     Mr. Morgan cleared his throat: 

     "No Hal, that's weekly."

     Hal nearly fainted. This would make him (easily) the wealthiest 
person in his neighborhood.

     "Hal, Mr. Radcliff and I are going to show you why we would pay you 
so much. If you see anything you can't or don't want to be around, you 
may simply leave and we will never speak of this again. However, if you 
want the job, you will have to participate. Please have a seat."

     Nervous and confused, Hal sat down on a wooden stool next to a 
beautiful davenport. Mr. Radcliff walked over to the antique davenport 
and patted one of the cushions. 

     Hal got up quizzically. Then realized that he wanted him to sit on 
the cushion. He slowly sat down on the very spot Mr. Radcliff indicated.

     Mr. Radcliff was a man in his late fifties, with jet black hair 
slicked back with some oily product, and sporting flashes of shocking 
silver at each temple. His (almost) six foot tall, well proportioned 
frame seemed to be built around his rather broad shoulders. 
     
     Mr. Radcliff began casually taking off his smoking jacket, and 
neatly placing it on the wooded stool. He then began to unzip his fly, 
reached in and dug out his cock.

     This made Hal even more nervous and confused. As his cock appeared, 
something changed about the atmosphere in the room. There was something 
primal in the air, like that excitement you get when you know dinner 
has been served.

     Mr. Radcliff had his limp penis hanging out of his fly, and walked 
over to the young girl and her drooling gaping mouth. He extended his 
index finger, and tapped her forehead three times.

     As if on cue, her eyes fixated on Mr. Radcliff's penis, and grunted 
some imperceptible word that only the little retarded girl seem to 
understand. She then took the limp cock in her hand and began feeding 
herself the entire length in her moist little mouth. 

     Hal noticed that the feeble minded toddler had no teeth, almost 
like they were all pulled. 

     Limp, his penis must have been all of three inches, but as the 
imbecile tot sucked harder, it began to swell to a respectable girth, 
and a rigid length of at least seven inches. He truly was a grower and 
not a shower.

     Once he was at full staff, Mr. Radcliff grabbed two fistfuls of her 
hair and positioned her so that Hal could see the action without 
obstruction, and then began pulling her head down the breadth of his 
thick shaft.

     "That's right you little fucking retard, suck my cock like the cum 
hungry whore we taught you to be." Growled Mr. Radcliff with an animated 
sneer of pure delight on his face.  

     Hal's nine inch, uncut cock jumped so quickly from flaccid to rock 
solid, he almost passed out from the sudden loss of blood to his head.

     Never letting go of his vice like grip of her hair, Mr. Radcliff 
started off slow and rhythmically - never pumping himself, but rather 
moving her head up and down his engorged stem as she made slurping and 
gargling sounds. His cock was instantly drenched in a slick coat of 
slimy saliva, the kind that could only be produced deep in the throat. 

     Every once in a while, she would try to disengage for air. But his 
grip was just to tight for that, so she opted to try her best to breath 
between pumps and through her nose. However, over time, this became 
difficult once he began to slowly increase the speed.

     The boy began to cry a bit, seeing the girl's abuse grow more and 
more frenetic in front of him. Though he was incapable of articulating 
a plan to help.

     This turned on the portly Mr. Morgan, who stood and began to 
disrobe.

     Mr. Morgan must have stood five foot seven, perhaps even five foot 
eight, and weighed at least three hundred pounds. When finally completely 
nude, you couldn't see his cock - as it was hidden beneath his mammoth 
overhang of a stomach. However, you could see - hanging in front of his 
large, ham like inner thighs - a rather large and pendulous scrotum.  It 
looked red, as if it had somehow been sun burnt beneath his considerable 
girth.

     He then sat down and grabbed the boy by the crown of his hair, and 
forced his face into his sweat covered meaty crotch.

     The boy began seriously crying now and blubbering.

     This was driving Hal insane. Part of him wanted to run, part of him 
thought he was hallucinating, but those were small parts. Mainly, he 
wanted to rape the white children, but figured (at best) he would be 
fired. But more then likely, he would be killed if he tried.  

     Mr. Morgan had the boy by the hair with his right hand, and with his 
left hand, lifted his belly and found his swollen cock. He then tightened 
his grip on the boy's hair, making him scream in pain. 

     Perfect! He plunged the screaming mouth of the boy in a downward 
thrust onto his cock.

     "Shut the fuck up you queer!"

     "Oh god yeah." He hissed as the boy's lips were wrapped round the 
base of his cock. He held him firmly there until the boy squirmed and 
fought to breath until just the last second, and ripped him off his cock.

     The boy gasped and sputtered for air.

     Mr. Radcliff was slam fucking the girl's mouth now, and spitting on 
her face - calling her all sorts of filthy names.

     Mr. Morgan decided not to give the boy the luxury of a gradual pick of 
speed that the girl got from Mr. Radcliff. 

     No. Instead, he tightened his grip on the boy's hair again, and as he 
began to scream, he viciously began throat fucking the boy. 

     Mr. Morgan only had about five inches of manhood to work with, but 
when you're violently slamming it into the throat of a toddler, that's 
plenty of meat to get the job done properly. Besides, it's girth was 
astounding! The boy's mouth was stretched beyond belief, and he was 
sporting a toothless set of gums, just like the girl. His throat and jaw 
were soon on fire.

     At this point Mr. Radcliff's frenzied thrusts into the girl's 
esophagus was just a blur. The sounds of his pubic mound slapping 
feverishly against her forehead was like two wet steaks rapidly 
fluttering as they clapped against each other. His abdominal muscles began 
to tighten and his breathing speed up to near hyperventilation speeds. 

     "Fuck yeah, drink it whore!" He shouted as he slammed his cock so 
deep down her throat that he began to unload directly into her stomach! 
The only way she was going to taste his load would be if she burped him up.

     He threw her off of him and she went sprawling backward onto the floor.

     Mr. Radcliff then spit on her face and began urinating on head!

     "You see Hal, it's important to urinate after you ejaculate. It's just 
good for your health to keep your pipes clean."

     The girl was left to soak in a heaving pile of whimpering flesh on the 
floor and the two men turned their attention to Mr. Morgan and the boy.

     "Now Hal, you have a decision to make. If you want this job, you will 
need to come behind this boy and take him."

     "I cants do that Mr. Morgan. I's too big, I might kill him. He said as 
his eyes and the enlarged straight pole trying to burst it's way out of his 
pants betrayed his words.

     "Nonsense, this boy has taken bigger then...wait. Hal would you please 
stand up and drop your pants for us."

     Hal, without hesitation or modesty, promptly stood up and dropped his 
pants. His nine inch uncut cock sprang forward and true to a thirty percent 
angle - which was impressive, considering it's size could be held up at such 
a degree! The swollen, shiny head peaked out of a dark and thick foreskin - 
all of which was generously covered in precum and drooled as badly as the 
retarded children now before him. His cock jumped up and down to the beat 
of Hal's racing heart.

     "Ok, perhaps he hasn't had anything that big. Well let's just flip him 
around. I'm sure his throat can accommodate you. I'll let his ass finish me 
off."

     Mr. Morgan ripped him off his cock and spun him around.

     The boy's eyes went wide as soon as he saw the large black cock in front 
of him. 

     He immediately slammed his mouth shut.

     Mr. Morgan chuckled and grabbed the boy by the hips. 

     "Mr. Radcliff, if you would be so kind."

     Mr. Radcliff grabbed the boy by the hips and began to spread his cheeks 
as far apart as possible. 

     "Now I know this little queer has had bigger then you Mr. Morgan, but 
let's see if we can make a good showing."

     The grotesquely fat man put the crown of penis to the impossibly small 
anus of the little tyke. 

     "Hal, please get into position as I am ready to open him up for you."

     Hal did exactly as Mr. Morgan asked and grabbed the boy by the hair with 
his right hand and held his monstrous cock with his left hand to the boy's 
lips, and began pressing forward. Gently, he tried to spread the lips apart 
with the bulbous exposed crown of his glands. The boy was having none of it, 
and Hal was not yet comfortable with hurting white children, especially in 
front of rich white men.

     Suddenly, Mr. Morgan lunged at the boy's anus with his thick cock.

     The boy's initial ear splitting scream was muted quickly as several 
inches of Hal's beastly manhood wormed it's way down the boy's agonized and 
sore throat.

     From the moment his cock touched the child's slick and quivering tongue,
he completely forgot that the boy was a living breathing human being. He 
instantly transformed into a means to a fuck toy for Hal. Even though he 
would have preferred to have the girl, this was the most erotic thing to ever 
happen to him. He was swimming in endorphins!

     After much struggle, and what appeared to be some blood to go along with 
the sweat, Mr. Morgan finally bottomed out on the boy and began bouncing the 
toddler on his cock. The retard's arms where flailing around wildly trying to 
get a hold of something as he tried to breath and scream around the dark, 
invading penis that seemed to never end.  

     Hal held his cock still in the boy's throat as he didn't want to cum just 
yet. When he was sure he wouldn't go over the edge, he began to slowly move 
the weeping and gagging toddler up and down on his cock - with each stoke 
trying to go deeper. 

     Hal wanted to see how far down he could get. 

     The boy began vomiting on the third stroke. 

     Hal didn't stop. Instead, he went deeper! 

     The toddler began punching Hal in the thighs. 

     Hal was enraged now. 

     He looked up at the two white men fucking the child in the ass and cast a 
pleading glare at them. They gently nodded in approval. 

     Hal gripped the boy's hair and extended it back to bend the boys head up 
off his cock. Then, with his free hand, he struck the boy across the face with 
enough force to draw blood from somewhere within his stupid little mouth.

     The infant caught his breath and gasped with such force, you'd think he'd 
ass out, but instead began screaming again.

     'What a moron' was all Hal could think, as he took the opportunity to 
plunge his sick cock back down it's gaping maw.

     "Ok, here we go. Time to knock up this fucktard." 

     Mr. Morgan began long dicking the child with Mr. Radcliff's help, making 
sure to keep his ass stretched so far that his thick nepi cock could penetrate 
him deeper. 

     Mr. Morgan then abruptly slammed the boy down hard on his cock, and as his 
balls tightened up as he shot thick, viscous ropes of semen into the toddler's 
sore and abused rectum!

     That did it for Hal as well. He forced ALL nine inches down the retarded 
boy's mouth, and shot the mother of all loads down the ravaged toddler's throat.

     "Eat that nigga dick you fuckin' retarded queer cracka bitch!" Hollered 
Hal in voice that he did not recognize, but always knew was there.

     The boy began puking immediately. 

     Hal punched him in the stomach. 

     "If'n ya gonna puke up my shit, then puke!" He hollered hoarsely at him.

     Mr. Radcliff grabbed the boy by the neck and tossed him onto the crying 
little girl.

     All three men stood over the heap of used kiddy flesh and began urinating 
and occasionally kicking them!

     "I can see you are the man for the job Hal. Do you accept the position? 
What do you say?" He asked in a completely docile and civilized tone.

     The abrupt switch in tonality and the enormous load he spewed into the 
child's throat snapped Hal out of his lust fueled rage. With his breathing 
restored and his posture returning to that of a mere man looking for a job, he 
said:

     "Sir, I's like to starts tonight. If'n I could?"

     Mr. Morgan and Mr. Radcliff chuckled in delight. 

     "You can start tomorrow. Just report to my office by 9:00am to go over 
your various duties."

     Each of the men shook Hal's hand.


                                      * * * * *


     Stunned, Michael just sat there with his legs crossed as he was currently 
sporting a rather large erection. 
     
     "Ya likes that dontcha boy?"

     "Um, yes sir." Michael humbly replied.

 
To be continued...?

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