Shakey Psyche

The Runaway

Chapters 11-17

Chapter 11
Watching a Movie

"Hey, kiddo," he said as I entered the room.

"Hey, Sly. I got another question for you."

"Fire away," he said, gesturing with his hand as well.

"Well, I've met someone," I started, but he cut me off.

"A girl?"

"No, a man," and he raised an eyebrow. "Relax, he's okay. He admits being gay, but there's something else about him that puzzles me."

"What's that?"

"He doesn't seem like all the other men I've met out here on my own. He's quiet; more considerate and less…" I wasn't sure how to say what I wanted to say, and Sly took over.

"Dominant?" he suggested. I cocked my head at him like I didn't know what he was talking about, so he explained it. "Not so 'in charge'? Kind of submissive?"

"Yeah, kind of like that," I said, pointing my finger at him.

"Let me show you something," he said and we walked into the filming room. "You'd better find a place to sit down, because this one's a little longer than the one's we have with you."

I nodded and grabbed one of his director's chairs to sit in.

He put a tape into the recorder and pushed the 'play' button, then sat next to me in another of his chairs. The screen came to life and a teenager about sixteen or seventeen years old walked in. He was naked and completely shaved. Even his head and balls were shaved. The boy was flanked by two men in leather suits matching Jock's. The difference was that they wore hoods over their heads. Both men also looked to be about Jock's size, in both physique and cocksize.

The boy looked at least a foot [30 cm] shorter than both men and was outweighed by about a hundred pounds [45 kg]. He had a studded, black collar around his neck with a leash being held by one of the two burly men. The teenager also had on leather wrist restraints linked together in front of him and ankle restraints linked to a chain, not longer than a foot [30 cm] long. His balls were wrapped with something Sly called a ball spreader. His cock was being pulled upwards to the collar by means of a leather strap around its head and a chain linking the two together. He looked to be in a bit of pain.

The boy was led to the center of the room, where a chain extending from the ceiling was linked to his wrist cuffs by one man. The other pulled on the chain from the other side of the room and his hands were jerked upwards. He didn't stop until the boy's feet were totally raised off the floor and he was suspended only by his wrists. The man that had linked his cuffs to the chain, bent down and spread his feet apart as far as the chain would let them go. Two eyebolts were bolted into the concrete floor of the room and held his feet apart via two more shorter chains. His body was stretched out fully after the other man pulled on the ceiling chain again, taking out the slack.

The man that did the ankle cuffs walked out of the camera's view and returned with firm alligator clips. He walked up behind the boy and rubbed his nipples to get them hard before applying the clips to them.

The boy screamed like hell as each clip dug painfully into his sensitive flesh. He thrashed around uselessly trying to dislodge the biting clips. A small trickle of blood flowed down from each nipple as the teeth dug in even further. My own chest hurt thinking of the poor kid's pain. Tears also began flowing down his face from the torment.

The film cut to a different angle, showing the boy from behind as the other man had something else in mind for the boy. He had grabbed a whip and brought it down across the boy's naked buttocks once his partner had cleared out. Another scream erupted from the poor teenager. The whip tore into him again, lancing the boy just above the first one. The first strike had begun to show a red welt as the whip struck again just below the cleft of the boy's butt.

The man was relentless as he brought the whip down on the boy's backside, never venturing too far away from his buttocks. Of course with as many hits as he was getting, some retraced earlier strikes. Blood was now beginning to flow from his wounds, but the man didn't stop with the whip.

I counted forty lashes from that thing before the man put it down. Each cut was now bleeding profusely as both men walked up to the poor teenager. Clip man reached around him and pulled painfully on the boy's already abused nipples, eliciting another scream from him. He also reached down to the boy's cock and began stroking it while it was still being stretched to the collar. The camera had changed back to the front view again to show what was happening to him. I saw that a lot more tears had been streaming down his face.

It was also apparent what the man was about to do him from behind. His hand that was on the alligator clips retreated behind him and a series of two snaps were heard. The flap guarding the man's crotch fell away and a giant cock, larger than Jock's, appeared. The thing had to have been a foot [30 cm] long and at least two inches [5 cm] wide. The boy began panicking even worse when the man put the tip to his asshole.

Fresh screams filled the room to capacity when the man shoved forward. The boy did his best to try and evade the intruder, but being secured as he was, it was no use. The man slid the monster cock inside the boy's rectum, not caring about his victim's pain. It didn't go all the way, but just half of it was more than enough to cause immense pain to the teen.

The weird thing was that the boy's cock didn't seem to deflate due to the pain he had received so far. In fact, it seemed to have stiffened even more. The man resumed his stroking of the boy's cock and torturing his nipples while shoving his prick inside his hole.

Whip man walked around to kneel in front of the boy at this time and grabbed his leather encased nutsack. He twisted the purplish balls while they were still in the leather prison. The boy writhed in agony. It didn't matter what they did to him to cause him pain, he enjoyed it even more. His cock was not going down at all. His balls were twisted even further, and he screamed louder, but his cock remained firm. He took to stroking the hard cock while his partner moved the free hand up to twist the boy's neglected nipple clip.

The man fucking the boy was finally able to fit about another quarter of his monstrous cock into the boy's sore asshole. Each time he pulled back and shoved forward, he was able to get more of it inside him. He was using the boy's nipple clips for leverage as he pummeled him. The man finally let out a primal scream and came inside the boy's asshole. Contrary to what happens to me, he didn't pull out to shoot all over the teen. His dick remained inside him till he was finished.

Not to be denied, whip man got up from torturing the boy's balls and walked around behind him and repeated what his partner did to the teenager. I felt real sorry for the boy as he was about to endure another round of assfucking. The new man's cock was just as large as his partner's and seemed to be proud of it as he lined up to the boy's well-fucked asshole. The boy groaned as he felt the second cock take aim at him. The man slapped the back of the teen's head to shut him up.

Without preamble, the cock slid half way inside the kid in one stroke. The boy screamed again at the added invasion. The screaming seemed to excite this man as well; you could see his mouth move in a shape of a smile under the hood. He ripped into the poor kid as he would a whore on the street.

After recovering from his orgasm, the other man walked back around and knelt in the place his partner had vacated. Grabbing the boy's sore balls, he started the twisting torture to him. While each thrust from behind continued to send him into fits of agony, the boy's cock was still very erect. I was amazed at his stamina, not to mention his high threshold of managing pain.

His cock was stroked by the man twisting his balls and within only a few strokes, he tensed up and jizm shot into the air. The sensation also had the effect of tightening his sphincter muscle (if he even had one left) and the man inside his ass shot his load and filled the boy's guts.

As the man still in his ass was recovering, the spare one let go of the youngster's balls and went to the side of the camera. He returned with a ping-pong paddle. He swung the paddled upwards, striking square on the captured balls. Being hoarse from earlier screaming, the lad's throat did make a sound close to it, but it had lost its volume. He swung the paddle again and nailed the same spot with the same amount of force.

The boy cried, but didn't ask or beg for the man to stop paddling his balls. On the fifth paddle of the kid's purple balls, the other man had returned with a paddle of his own and swung it hard against the whipped asscheeks of the teenager. They would alternate the strikes on him. One hit on the balls, one on the bloody buttocks. After forty more hits on both sides of his middle, the two men left the boy hanging in his bonds. They never said a word to him.

As they exited the room, I saw the boy's face. He was tear streaked, and red-faced, but he seemed content. The last thing that was heard was the boy's sob as the screen turned to black.

"Wow," was all I said as Sly rewound the tape.

"Yep," he answered. "But did you notice something about the boy?"

"His cock never went down, even after he came," I said, observantly.

"Exactly, Tony, exactly," he came back with.

"You mean that is what Stan wants someone to do to him?"

"Well, maybe not immediately. This boy had been having these things doing to him for a long time; probably over ten years. Your friend, Stan, just probably wants something a lot milder. Maybe a spanking or a little cock and ball torture or something like that. Ask him and see what he says. If he does, then I think Jock wouldn't mind you borrowing his stuff to try it out on him."

"Changing the subject," I said, because I wasn't sure about how to proceed from there, "have you talked to Mitch today?"

"Yes, and he said that MJ will be here at about four o'clock. He does know about the shoot on Monday, and he wants to do it."

"Okay, good. I've got a few ideas for the scene, also."

"I'm sure you do, Tony," he said, smiling at me.

I looked down at my watch and saw that it was almost noon. That film had lasted almost two hours. He wasn't kidding when he said that this was going to be long. I was on my way out of the room to head upstairs when I turned back to him with another question.

"What happened to the boy in the film?"

"He was killed a year or so after this was made," he said with a wisp of sorrow in his voice.

"Do I want to know how?" I wasn't sure I wanted to know.

"Gang raped and killed on the streets."

And that ended that topic of discussion.

Chapter 12
MJ

I forced the thoughts of Stan out of my mind for the time being and concentrated on the kitchen cabinets. I worked on them until four o'clock when there was a knock on the door leading into my loft. I opened the door to see Mitch standing next to a kid that could very easily be my twin if my hair was black. Oh, Monday was going to be fun for Sly.

"MJ, this is Tony," he said, extending his hand towards me.

"Hi," he said and I answered him back.

"Come on in, Mitch," I said. Both of them walked in and saw my place. They were both impressed at the amount of space available.

"All this is yours?" MJ asked and I nodded.

"I'm still working on it, of course, but it'll get there eventually."

"Well, it's very nice, Tony," Mitch said, almost condescendingly. He turned to his son and said good-bye. They hugged a small hug and Mitch left us alone.

It was a little awkward at the beginning, but after a few minutes, MJ and I both lightened up and began having ground breaking conversations.

"Wanna see the roof?" I asked him.

"Sure," he said, enthusiastically.

We got upstairs and looked around. The sun was going down, so it was a little late to do any sunbathing, but we looked around for a while and then headed back to my loft. It was getting to be dinner time and we headed to a local fast food place. On our way back was when my luck had run out and we got into a spot of trouble. We were just walking down the street when trouble came our way.

"Hey, look what we got here," a voice said and both of us turned that direction.

It was a couple of bangers out on the prowl. I cursed myself for not being more careful, especially with MJ here for the first time. One had a switchblade out and was cleaning his nails with it. Another banger had gold teeth and was carrying a six-shooter in his pants. The third one was on the side, leaning up against a lamppost. The leader, being the one that spoke up first, was standing in our path. He didn't have any weapons that I could see, but I wasn't taking my chances.

"What do you want?" I asked the obvious.

"Well, first, your money will do. After that, well, we'll just see what else you got."

"Ain't got any money, asshole," I spat back at him.

"Ooo, we got ourselves smart mouth, boys," he jeered. "Maybe we need to teach the smart mouth a lesson."

"You can try," I came back. We were outnumbered, of course, but I wasn't going to let him have the satisfaction of knowing I was a wimp.

He came at me first, and I ducked under his swing. My fist nailed his balls as hard as I could lean into the punch. I was hoping that MJ wouldn't be totally out of it, and he wasn't. He grabbed a board that was leaning up against a trash bag and swung it across leader man's face, knocking him to the ground. I was thankfully out of the way of the board's follow through.

The one with the gun made the next move, and I was ready for it. In punching the leader, I was bent over at the waist. All I did; was swing around and catch the side of his leg. He went to the ground as the gun went off, sending the bullet skyward. Before he could do anything else, a board smashed into his face, hitting his head on the pavement. He was unconscious following that, thankfully.

The last two were a bit smarter and came at us as a team. One of them tackled me and the other went after MJ. Again, we got lucky and he got the one with the knife. I was wrestling my banger and coming off the loser, when a board hit the back of his head; hard. His unconscious body fell onto mine.

"Thanks," I said, as he pulled me out from under the banger. We stood up looking at each other for a minute and then around at the damage we had caused. "Not too bad for a couple of fifth-graders, huh?"

We laughed a little but before we could do anything else, a shout was heard and we turned towards it. About two blocks away, the rest of the gang had seen what had happened and began running in our direction. Four of them were okay to handle. Fifteen was a little out of our league, so we high-tailed it out of there.

I led him down a road I knew was not going to lead us to the building that was my home. I didn't want these assholes going anywhere near there. They chased us a couple of blocks and we lost them as we turned into an alley and climbed into a garbage bin. We waited for about half an hour to make sure they were gone before even thought about climbing out.

"Is this the nice quiet evening I promised your dad for you?" He snickered at my joke, but we had to be careful not to laugh too loud for fear of being discovered.

We remained in there for another half an hour or so till we felt it was safe enough to get out and make our way home. The gang was gone and we headed down the alley in the opposite direction than we went into it. The alley emptied into a street that I recognized and we went towards my building. Another half an hour of sneaking around had us facing my home.

We laughed out loud once we were safely upstairs and in my loft. I offered him some ice cream from my freezer and he took it. We ate directly out of the container with some spoons I had stolen, marveling at our ability to escape unscathed.

That night, he unrolled his sleeping bag to sleep in.

"You can sleep with me, if you want," I offered him. The bed was large enough for two ten-year-olds to sleep on and very comfortably.

"Thanks. I hate sleeping on the floor."

He climbed off the floor and onto my bed. I budged up a little to let him in under the covers. We both were lying on our backs, waiting for sleep to overtake us, while still amped up about our adventure.

"Tony?"

"Hm?"

"Do you really let guys do things to you?"

"Yeah," I answered him.

"Why?"

"Mainly for the money, but there are times that it is fun; like on Monday."

"Monday? You mean with me?"

"Yep."

"Does it hurt?"

"Well, yeah, but on Monday, it's only going to be the two of us, I think."

"Oh."

"Why do you ask?"

"I was wondering if maybe we could… maybe…"

"You want to do something now," I said, rolling towards him. He nodded, looking down at himself in shame. "You don't have to be ashamed of it, MJ."

"This kid at school gets teased by the others because they think he's gay. I don't want that type of hassle."

"Then don't do it. You don't have to, you know."

"I want to, though."

"Then what's the problem?"

"I don't wanna get teased for it; that's all."

"Look, no one from your school is here right now, are they?" He shook his head, snickering. "Alright then. Do you still want to do something?" He nodded his head at this. "Good. Then let's take your shirt off."

I helped him lift it over his head and he did the same for me. I ran my hand down his bare naked chest, feeling the smoothness of his skin. I leaned over and gave him a peck on the lips. He backed off from it, surprised at my boldness.

"You okay?" I asked him and he nodded.

"Just surprised me, that's all," he said, grinning and returned the kiss, with interest. He put his arm around my neck and drew me in closer to him. I opened my mouth as I had seen other people kiss on TV and let my tongue snake into his mouth. He didn't mind as they wrestled around before going into mine. I broke from the kiss and wiped my mouth off of our mixed saliva. We smiled at each other before I came up with a brainstorm.

"Come with me," I told him.

"Where're we going?"

"Just come on. I got an idea."

We climbed off the bed and skipped to the stairs in just our pajama bottoms. I led him downstairs, through Sly's office and into the filming room. I flipped on the stage lights and background lights, as well as the power to the cameras. He was amazed at all the equipment. I scooted a lot of it aside and he saw what I was doing and joined in to help. We made sure that nothing was near the stage and I headed up to the camera mounted above the bed. I made sure the camera had film in it and hooked up the remote button that turns it on then headed back down to join MJ. The boon mikes were put into place and the sound system was started up.

I directed him to the camera that Sly usually sits by and told him how to turn it on. The other one was my responsibility to turn on. The other cameras were also checked for film and all three were ready to begin.

"Ready?" I asked him.

"Are we really going to make a film of us?"

"Why not?"

He shrugged his answer back at me. I smiled at him and he took a deep breath. I repeated my first question at him, and he nodded. Both of us started our cameras and I hit the remote on the overhead one. I grabbed his hand and led him to the lit stage.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jock's bag sitting by the bed and made a mental note to get it later. We walked to the edge of the bed and I had him face me. He looked to the camera that was directly behind me, and I put my hand on the side of his face, directing his gaze back to me. I walked to him and kissed him as we did upstairs.

He kissed back, but a little standoffishly. I opened my eyes to see him looking at the camera again. I broke the kiss to look at him fully.

"Ignore the camera, or the film will be a waste," I whispered to him. He nodded and turned his attentions back to me; where they should be.

I reached down and lowered his pajama bottoms to his ankles. I ran my hands back up his legs on the way up. He was nervous, that much was obvious, but he was also starting to calm down some. My hand traced over his goin area as I circled around him to his right side. Behind him, I continued to trace over the cotton underwear he was still wearing. Circling back to his front, I kissed him again and he was much more relaxed this time.

I grabbed and tweaked his nipples a little and he giggled as he pulled away. I had him step out of the bottoms around his ankles as I guided him back onto a bed. He sat down on the edge while I ran my finger up his growing erection again. The boy was definitely getting turned on by my manipulations. I was kind of hoping he would take my lead and do the same to me that I was doing to him. He didn't disappoint me.

I felt his hands at my waist as I was still leaning over him with another kiss, and both my briefs and pajama bottoms slipped over my hips and butt on their way down my legs. I looked down at my own erection as it sprang free from the underwear. Looking back up to him, we both snickered at the sight. I moved my legs to let the garments fall to the ground on their own and stepped out of them.

"You're next, Terry," I told him and he looked at me strange. He was about to answer back, but I caught him in a quick kiss and slid back to his right ear. I covered my mouth with my hand as I whispered to him. "Never use your real name in these movies. Just think of a name for me and remember to always call me that till we're finished with the shoot." He nodded.

I eased him backwards onto the bed by way of another pressing kiss. Being on top gave me the advantage of doing what I wanted to him. I kissed down his face and to his neck. His chest was assaulted next and then to each nipple. A small bite on each had him hissing after each one, but he didn't stop me. As I moved further south, he brought his hands up to rest on my head. I tickled his navel next with my tongue and he laughed at the sensation. It was good to hear him laugh at my efforts; it meant that they were having an effect on him. He was really beginning to loosen up and relax now.

I grabbed his underpants with my teeth and began to pull them downward. My hands grabbed them outside his hips and they followed with the rest of it. He raised his butt up a little to allow me to pull them down easier. His dick sprang free as mine did when the fabric passed by it. It sprang up to bounce against his belly. We both laughed at that. His briefs were taken down and off his legs with a note of finality to it. I dropped them to the floor and returned to MJ.

I kissed him all the way back up his legs to the point where they connect to his body. I saw his immature erection still sitting there on his belly, begging for something to happen to it. His balls got my attentions first. With careful ease I sucked each of them into my mouth, much to the enjoyment of their owner. Each nut was paid special attention, to make sure nothing was left out.

He was definitely enjoying my ministrations, but the best was next as I turned to his little stiffy. I licked it from stem to stern, paying particular attentions to the head. I circled my tongue around the tip before enveloping the sensitive piece of meat with my mouth. It was nowhere near the size of any of the other men, so I had zero problems getting it inside. He beat the covers of the bed when he felt the warmness of my mouth encircle his small tool.

"Oh, God, Travis, that feels good," he said, remembering what I told him earlier. His hands had taken up residence in my hair again as the feelings began overwhelming him.

As my mouth worked on his dick, I eased my hand around his balls and played with them at the same time. I pushed on the inside of his thighs with my fingers to get him to widen his legs and he got the hint. His legs moved apart more, giving me better access to his asshole. I sought out the pink flower with the same hand that had been playing with his balls and found it after a short search. Teasingly, I played around his sphincter a few times, letting him enjoy the sensations.

He raised his knees as his legs were spread, telling me that he was liking what I was doing to his anus. I began to press harder and harder on his backdoor, making the muscle give way to my finger. After a few minute's work, I burrowed my way inside him.

"Keep going, Travis," he said, passionately. I pushed even harder to get more of my finger inside him and he gripped my hair in response.

Not knowing what was coming; his feelings began to get out of his control as he reached his climax after only a few seconds of my finger snaking inside him. His hips jumped off the bed and his body tensed in pure ecstatic release.

"UUUhhhh!" he gasped to the room as everything crashed over him. His cock jumped in my mouth as he finished as well. It was a total dry orgasm, as neither one of us were old enough to produce sperm yet, but it was no less pleasurable.

His hips returned to the mattress and he lowered his legs. I pulled my finger out of his butt as I made my way up to his chest to kiss each of his nipples. He giggled at each one, being very sensitive there at the time. I abandoned those for his lips that mirrored mine and gave him a quick peck. He smiled back at me with misty eyes.

"That was like, wow!" he stated with a big grin.

"Yeah, I know," I answered back.

"You want me to do you?" he asked.

"Actually, I'd rather you turn over," I said with a sly smile.

"You want to do 'that' to me?" he asked, getting a little worried. I nodded.

"Don't worry, though. Believe me, I'm not big enough to hurt you back there, at least not seriously," I told him, and then got an idea. "In fact, wait right here. I'll be right back. Amuse yourself while I'm gone." He nodded, but a look of concern was still on his face.

I slipped off the bed and went to the bathroom down there for the lubrication Susan always uses on me. I found it and returned to the bed within a minute or so. I found him playing with his nipples when I got back.

"Turn over," I told him, and he cautiously obeyed.

I had him open his legs as I found the flower I was playing with just a scant few minutes earlier. I put some lube on my finger and spread it along the slit his butt made, slicking up his whole crack. I applied a little more onto the hole in the middle and pushed my middle finger inside. It felt like warm butter being parted. He flinched his buttcheeks, but otherwise made no move to stop me. I pumped his ass a few times with my finger, allowing him to get used to the sensation before actually mounting him.

Within a few minutes of sliding my finger in and out of him, he began to gyrate his hips in time with my finger. That was when I figured he was ready for coupling. While I was still using my finger on him, I moved behind him on the bed and lined my cock up to the same hole I was currently abusing. In one swift moved, I pulled my finger out and shoved my dick inside.

"Oh, Goddamn," we both shouted at the same exact time, though for different reasons. All I knew was that this felt so damn good to me. He had reared his head up at the sudden onslaught of my dick's size. He wasn't ready for it yet. Too bad.

I moved up and placed my body on top of his and pushed him back down onto the bed again. With my hands, I pushed his head back down to the covers as well. But I remained fixed in his butt, though, and not moving. His rectal muscles were trying to dispel me, but I remained firmly planted inside him.

"You're okay, Terry, just relax," I softly whispered into his ear. He nodded as he sunk back down to the bedding.

Once he was all the way back down, I wrapped my arms under his at the shoulder and put my hands on his. He gripped my hands as they touched. When I felt that I had him secured enough, I began to pump my hips slowly. He hissed as my cock slowly slid out of him, but didn't do anything to stop me again.

My feelings, on the other hand, were pure blissful. The sensations his ass was giving my cock were fantastic. Not to put down Susan, but these were better than her blow jobs. I now knew why Jock, Larry, and Mitch wanted this; it felt great.

We began moving in unison after a few times of my pumping his asshole and he actually started moaning with the movements. With his ass being as tight as it was, my ability to hold out was not so good. I came just after we got really going. I collapsed onto his back after feeling the best orgasm so far.

"Whew," we both commented and then snickered together. I released his hands and pushed myself up and off him. My dick was pulled out of his ass as it began to shrink back to normal. I sat back down on my haunches behind him and between his legs. I looked down and saw his balls lying there and a thought went through my mind. I reached under him, looking for his cock to see if it was hard again, and it was. I eased back on top of his back again and to his head.

"You wanna do me like that?" I whispered to him. His head popped up and I saw a smile creep across his lips. "I'll take that as a 'yes'." He snickered again and nodded. I sighed and rolled off him to the left. I thought about rolling onto my stomach also, but decided on doing something different.

So far, every time someone had fucked me, I was facing away from them. I wanted to face towards them this time. MJ rolled over and turned towards me. A kiss was what he started with and began to move down my body as I did his. My nipples were sucked and bitten slightly as he moved down farther. I gripped the covers as he did earlier, in anticipation for what he wanted to do to me next.

Imitating me and my earlier actions, having no other frame of reference, MJ went down on my cock to get it hard again and began playing with my immature nuts. He then slipped his finger down to my back door and I widened my legs to allow him the entry. Being a bit impulsive, he didn't play with my anus long before pulling his finger out and started to take aim with his cock.

"Roll over, Travis," he told me. I shook my head, no.

"Let's try this way, this time, okay?" I asked him. He shrugged.

"It's your ass," he stated and we had a good laugh over that. After the laugh, he looked a little concerned. "I can't get to it, Travis."

I had a thought. I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around my shins. He smiled when he looked down.

"Good enough?" I asked him.

"Good enough," he answered back.

He edged up to place his dick to my rear entrance and as he leaned forward, his cock easily slipped into my rectum. I let go of my legs and spread them up and outward to encircle his torso as he continued to lean towards me. My legs wrapped around his thin waistline and locked behind him at the ankles. He thrust harder into me as he continued downward. I winced as it stung a little, but didn't utter a sound against him. He saw the wince, though.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, go on, Terry," I came back with.

He nodded back at me and leaned down to kiss me again. I rose up a bit to reach him and we lip-locked, passionately. Our tongues wrestled for a while again before he broke the connection. He reached back and grabbed my hips, and even though they were wrapped around his body, he used them for leverage while he plowed into me. The bed began to rock in time with his humps. And I reached down to stroke my dick with him fucking me. I climaxed first, but only by a hair. I think that it helped him get over as my sphincter muscles clenched tighter around his cock.

He collapsed downward onto my chest in a mass of heavy breathing flesh. I released his body from my legs and I tried to wiggle a little to one side or the other.

"Something wrong?" he asked to my belly.

"Yeah, you're squeezing my nuts," I mildly complained.

He pushed off me so I could get better situated under him before he dropped back down again. We took a breather and he moved up beside me. He turned to me and ran his hands over my chest while I just laid there.

"That was actually fun, Travis," he said.

"Yeah, I know. It was fun for me, too. You wanna try something else?"

"Sure, I'm game," he said, with a shrug.

"Okay, lie back down again," I told him as I sat up.

He did as I told him and I leaned over for another kiss. I moved back down his body to his dick again, but I also maneuvered my legs to be up to his head area. He got the picture soon after and as I rolled on top of him to suck his cock into my mouth; he did the same for me. I reached under him and pulled his legs apart to get to his butthole again. He followed my lead and as my finger was inserted back inside him, he did it to me.

We pumped our fingers into and out of the other's asshole while sucking on the other's cock in the perfect 69 for some time before we came again. We ever rolled over to put him on top for a while during the fun. And it was fun, actually.

He rolled off me when we were finished again and we had another breather. I got up and turned the top camera off and both of us turned the other two cameras off. It was getting late and both of us were getting tired. We dozed off to sleep for a very quiet night's rest in each other's arms.

I woke up 'spooned' around him. I let him sleep as I got to the shower. As I was soaping off, the door opened and he walked into the shower.

"Want some company?" he asked.

"Sure, MJ, come on in." I moved aside and he joined me in the shower.

He lathered up the washcloth and began cleaning off his body. I still wanted a little more action from the previous night. As he was turned away from me, into the showerhead, I walked up behind him and gently grabbed his cock. He bucked his hips slightly at the unexpected touch, but did nothing else. I began stroking him again.

"Mmmm, that feels good," he said, closing his eyes.

"Open your legs," I whispered into his ear, and he nodded. His legs slid open and I aimed my cock for his backdoor one more time. I bent him over at the waist just a little to get the proper angle, but once I was inside him, he lifted back up. As I pumped his ass, my hand continued molesting his dick. He cooed as my slick hand moved along the length of his cock and my own dick slid into his asshole. Within a mere few minutes, we were both cumming and releasing our pent up sexual tensions.

"Wow," he sighed and I went along with that sentiment. He turned around and planted a kiss on my lips before we continued our shower. I returned the kiss and we completed the shower without fooling around again, but it wasn't easy. Both of us kept getting boners the rest of the time.

We got out and dried each other off with towels Susan usually uses on me. We headed upstairs for some breakfast in my loft. After eating, I suggested that we head to the beach and he agreed with that. Dave was there as we walked up.

"Morning, Tony. Who's your friend?" he asked me.

"Dave, this is Jack. Jack, this is David, he does some paintings of me on the weekends here."

"Nice to meet you, Jack. Wanna make a little money?"

MJ nodded. He had us strip and face each other, sitting 'Indian-style' on the sand. We were painted to look like we were playing cards together. The three of us talked while the drawing stage was being done. When a questionable query came up, I would barely shake my head to MJ, to tell him not to say anything specific.

We finished up just after noon and Dave headed out to his studio. I took MJ to the gyros stand where I introduced him to Paul. We had two gyros and sodas while the three of us talked about nothing. MJ was getting the idea not to say anything personal about his life. We relaxed for a few minutes before deciding whether to get into the water or not. It was beginning to turn off a little cool now, and the water was reflecting the change in the seasons as well.

I went to the water to test it. It was freezing, so both of us decided against a swim. Both of us just laid out on the sand, without our bathing suits on. We talked about nothing important for a while until MJ asked me a question.

"Tony, why did I slip inside you a little easier than you did into me last night?"

"Because I've already been fucked by some men, remember?"

"You mean they really fucked you like we did last night??!"

"Say that a little louder, please. I think there are two people in San Francisco that didn't hear you."

"Oh, sorry," he said, lowering he voice significantly.

"That's better. Now, yes, they did. One of them was your dad, you know."

"WHAT?!" he shouted, and then covered his mouth, remembering to keep his voice down.

I nodded.

"It hurt?"

"What do you think?" I asked him and he nodded. "Your dad didn't hurt me as bad as Jock did, but it was a little painful." He got a worried look on his face, thinking about having it done to him, I imagine. "Look, Monday's filming will just be the two of us like last night, I think. If anyone's going to get it from any of the men, it'll probably be me. So, don't worry, MJ."

The rest of the day was boring. That night, we just had dinner and headed to bed. The next day was more of the same. Dave painted us for a while and let us see the finished product and paid us the rest of the money. We headed home as the sun was going down. That night was the same as the previous one, except that we got pizza for dinner.

Chapter 13
Tying Up

"Did you fuck around with the cameras downstairs, Tony?" he almost shouted at me. For a second, I almost didn't have a clue what he was talking about, until I remembered Friday night.

"Yes, I did, Sly," I told him, emphatically.

"Why?"

"Have you seen what's on the tapes?"

That gave him a mild surprise, and he shook his head.

"Well, before you go screaming at me about something, you might want to take a look at the crime first, before passing judgment."

"It'd better be damn good to waste three rolls of film, kid." He turned and left the room.

"He's pissed," MJ chimed in as he was climbing out of bed. He began getting dressed and I told him not to bother.

"We're gonna have to get undressed downstairs in a few minutes, anyway. I just walk down there nude to save the time, now."

"Well, that makes sense," he shrugged.

"You think you could eat anything?" I asked him, courteously.

"Probably throw it up if I did," he truthfully answered.

"Yeah, I felt the same way for my first few times," I conceded.

I did make some toast that he nibbled on before we made our way downstairs to the filming room. They all were gathered around one of the three cameras, watching what we had done on Friday night. We smiled at each other as we walked in the room, but didn't make a sound. We walked into the bathroom, quietly, as not to disturb their 'viewing' of the material.

I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. MJ joined me and we washed each other, inside and out. When the time did come for both his enema and mine, I had to instruct him on how to do it properly. He wasn't too keen on getting the nozzle up his butt, but I convinced him to do so.

"Look, you took me up there on Friday night, what's the difference?"

"That thing's a little bigger, Tony," he almost whined as he said it.

"It's not that big, MJ; you big baby," I teased.

"Fuck you," he said.

"You already did that. Now, bend over."

He didn't really want to, but he did it anyway. He grimaced as the water began to fill his belly and it began to expand. Just when I thought he had had enough, I turned the toggle to the shower. I had him remain still as I got the buttplug and inserted it as the nozzle was taken out. He wasn't too keen on the plug, either, but I didn't give him a choice.

He repeated the procedure to me, and we looked like a couple of slightly pregnant boys as we exited the shower and dried off.

"When do we get rid of this water?"

"Right now," I told him as we finished drying each other off. I had him sit on the toilet and I pulled the plug out of his asshole. The water gushed out in a torrent. He sighed as the tension eased on his belly and the skin returned to normal. I waited patiently while all the water was being pushed out of him. I then took my turn on the porcelain seat to do the same. As I was dispelling the fluid and the junk that had built up inside over the past week, Susan walked in. MJ covered himself with his hands. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Yes?" I asked her. She didn't say a word till she got in front of me and knelt down. She took my chin in her hand.

"You two were hot, Tony," she said with a smile. "Sly's getting more excited the more he watches the film. But we need to make you black again."

"No problem, Suz," I told her with a shrug. It was my little pet name for her.

"Make you black?" MJ asked.

"My hair," I explained.

"Oh," he nodded.

I finished up on the porcelain god and got back in the shower. My hair was still in the middle of being dyed when Sly walked in the room. He had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face as he slithered over to me. He took both my cheeks in his hand and kissed me square on the mouth.

"That was absolutely fabulous," he practically shouted at me.

"I think you owe me an apology for storming into my room earlier," I suggested. Susan got a worried look on her face. It was the first time I had ever seen her look worried about anything. I thought maybe I had crossed the line with that one, but I was wrong; Sly laughed.

"You're right. I apologize for my outburst."

"Accepted," I simply replied.

"You were great as well, MJ," he said turning to him. He was still trying to cover his groin.

Susan finished up with me and I nodded towards the door for her to give me some time with MJ. She nodded and left.

"What are you doing?" I asked him as he was covering his groin still.

"What do you mean?"

I pointed to his midsection. He shrugged back at me.

"You don't have to do this, MJ. I do. You can leave and it wouldn't hurt anything, but if you want to make some serious money, then stay. But you're gonna have to do one thing."

"What's that?"

"Relax and trust me. After what we went through on Friday night after dinner and when we got home, I should have earned your trust by now that I won't do anything to hurt you. So, you're gonna have to relax with this, starting right now."

I had him take a deep breath. With that taken care of, he seemed a little more relaxed and able to go in there to make a film. I walked him into the filming room and we headed directly to the stage area. Sly was waiting for me on the bed.

"What've you got in mind?" he asked me.

"I was thinking about tying him up for a while with some of Jock's things and possibly having his dad and Jock come into the picture. Jock can have me while Mitch takes MJ. What do you think?"

"That's sick. It'll sell, but it's sick." His smile betrayed his disgust.

"Tie me up?"

I turned around to him and pulled him away from the others to whisper to him.

"Look, MJ, this film and the one from Friday night will get you probably a thousand dollars. You knew this was going to happen. Your dad's gonna get you sooner or later. I can see it in his eyes; he wants you. Jock's too big for you to handle on your first time; believe me on that."

"Really a thousand dollars?" he asked, skipping everything else I had just told him.

I nodded. I turned and walked over to Sly.

"A grand for the both of us, and I promise you won't be disappointed," I told him, really pushing the limits of my still budding relationship with Sly.

"Okay, deal. Do you have anything special in mind?"

"I was thinking about picking up where the film from Friday night left off. Have the two of us wake up and get caught playing together in bed by Mitch. Have him get upset about it and tie us up to the bed in a forced 69 with both of us begging him not to. Then have him call Jock over to discipline the two of us, of course with Mitch joining in. We could pose as twins, you know."

"Brilliant. I like it. Do it." He exited the stage to sit in his chair. I approached MJ.

"You wanna do this, or not? Last chance, MJ. You can leave here with a thousand dollars in your pocket or not." It was a gamble, of course, but I knew I would be right in figuring him to stay for this. That thought was vindicated with his simple nod.

"Good. Now, just lie on the bed in the same place we were before on Friday night and I'll take over from there. Okay?"

He nodded again and we climbed into bed. I was hoping he was up for this and he could act along with me, but I wasn't sure. He curled up away from me and I slipped in behind him. Marker man did his thing and left the stage. "Action!" Sly cried, focusing the cameras on the two of us. I laid still for a minute or so before stirring as if just waking up. I got a wicked smile on my face and slipped out of bed.

I made my way over to Jock's bag at the foot of the bed and pulled out a few ropes that were in there. I went back to the bed and tied the ropes to the four metal posters of the bed's frame. I gently pulled the rope nearest MJ's hands to his left hand and tightened it without 'waking' him. He moaned as if asleep and I stopped until he stopped. I pulled his right hand over and tied it to the other rope at the head of the bed. He only began to stir as if waking up right after both wrists were secured to the bed.

"Wha…," he began like he was waking up from a deep sleep.

"Shhh," I said with my finger to my lips. "You'll wake Mom and Dad, Terry."

"But, Travis, I don't wanna do this," he whined a little. I didn't bother with saying anything. I just got a sock and stuffed it in his mouth.

He kicked at me when I grabbed a foot, but not seriously as if trying to hurt me. He was going along with the scene. I tied that foot to a rope at the foot of the bed and did the same to the other one.

I traced my fingers up the inside of his legs to end at his groin. I tickled his balls for a minute or so, and then ran my finger around his stiffening cock. I licked each of his nipples and mildly bit them in turn as well before looking him in the eye.

"I'm going to remove the gag, and if you wake Mom or Dad up, I'll tell them that this was your idea. Got it?" He got wide-eyed, but nodded as well. "Good."

I pulled the sock out and replaced it with a lip-lock. We kissed for a few minutes until I began my trek back down his body. As I went, I maneuvered my legs up to rest on both sides of his head, getting us back into a 69 again. I had just begun to vacuum his cock into my mouth and put mine into MJ's, when the door opened and Mitch walked in the room.

"So, this is what you're doing in here," he said with an air of superiority.

"DAD!" MJ and I almost shouted at him in shock.

"Stay right where you are, Travis," he said, moving to the bag as well. He pulled out several more ropes.

He grabbed my wrist and tied it to both MJ's ankle and the bedpost, and then did the same to the other one. Another pair of ropes was used to tie my elbows to each of his knees.

"You might as well continue sucking on him, Travis," he said, pointing out my negligence. "You two are going to be here for quite a while."

"Please Dad, don't make us," I pleaded.

"It's too late, son," he countered.

He took four more sets of rope and did the same to MJ's wrists and elbows to my ankles and knees, respectively. A swat landed on my ass when he was finished, and I involuntarily shoved my cock deeper into MJ's mouth. A simple black collar was placed around my neck next before Mitch addressed us again.

"I've got a phone call to make, so you boys just stay where you are," he said with a certain degree of satisfaction.

"No, not Jock," I whined at him. He just smiled and left the stage.

"CUT!" Sly called out. "Good going you two," he said, still grinning.

"Thanks, Sly," I said, spitting MJ's cock out of my mouth momentarily.

Susan brought us a bottle with a straw in it for the two of us to drink from until we were ready for both Mitch and Jock to come in. MJ replaced my cock in his mouth and I sighed as the warmth surrounded my boystick. I took his back inside mine and mildly sucked on him, just enough to keep him interested, but not enough to make him cum.

"Okay, boys, we got the next…," Sly began and saw what I was doing to MJ. "You wanna take that thing out of your mouth and listen to me for a second?" I pulled my head up and turned towards him.

"But Daddy, I wanna suck his thingy," I pouted at him, obviously joking with him. Sly put his hand on his face and shook his head as others in the back ground were snickering.

"Why me?" he asked himself. Then turning his attention back to me, he picked back up where he left off. "We got the next scene to do, and I was thinking about Jock taking your asshole, while Mitch takes your mouth, Tony. What do you think?"

"While I'm under here?" MJ asked from between my legs.

"No, he's going to let you do nothing for the full grand," I told him sarcastically. "What do you think?"

"Okay, it was a dumb question," he conceded. I was about to comment, when Sly held up his hand.

"You've made your point, Tony. Let it go." He told me and I nodded. "You two ready?"

We both nodded in our own way and he left us tied to the bed to resume his seat next to the camera. The marker was clapped closed and Sly shouted, "ACTION!" to begin the scene. The door was opened and closed and I looked in the direction of the sound. Jock and Mitch were walking to the stage.

"Oh God," I said to no one in particular. I felt MJ raise his head up between my legs again and see what I was looking at.

Jock was in his normal leathers, and his cock looked like it needed no help to get started. It was straining to get out of the flap on his leather pants. He had a leather strap about three inches [7½ cm] wide and very thick with a wooden handle in his right hand. Mitch was dressed in nothing but pajama bottoms.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Jock asked, rhetorically.

"See what I mean, Jock? They put themselves that way." Mitch explained to Jock for the camera's sake.

"Did they, now?" Jock seemed amused by this revelation. Without any other explanation, he walked to the edge of the bed and brought the strap down on my vulnerable ass with direct precision. The strap lanced me across the middle of my butt.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" I bellowed to the room as I reared my head up from MJ's crotch. That son of a bitch hurt! He wasn't playing now. Neither was I. I struggled to get out of the bonds Mitch had put me in, and finding it fruitless.

Another swat to my naked butt just above the first one had me screaming into the room again. Jock was really meaning these things; they hurt. Another one nailed me below the first one, sending more shards of pain through my young body. I squirmed and wiggled, trying to evade the painful strap, but nothing was going to make the ropes loosen. Two more times Jock had me screaming before the strap was laid on the floor.

His hands grabbed each of my buttocks and squeezed them painfully together. With his rough hands still on them he kneaded the muscles for several minutes before stopping and mounting the bed behind me. I knew what was coming next, and there was no stopping it.

Sure enough, I felt the tip of his huge cock touch the skin of both buttcheeks right where they meet. I was about to get speared again. He slipped it along the crack once and then pushed to find the opening. He didn't find it on his first attempt because I was holding my cheeks closed.

"Open them, Travis, or you get another five with the strap," he threatened. Since I was in no position to argue that, I relaxed my buttcheeks to have his prize.

MJ got a real close up view of a monster cock sliding into a preteen's ass, and I mean that literally. His eyes were right in view of Jock's python penetrating me again. I screamed as the head forced its way inside once more. He didn't bother to wait for me to get used to his girth, he just kept feeding it to my bowels. I grimaced as I felt it slice into me for the second time in as many weeks.

He buried himself fully inside me, bottoming out inside my ass before Mitch climbed in front of me to shove his cock down my throat. He pulled my head up by my blackened hair, opening my mouth at the same time. His cock made itself at home down my throat without a problem. The two men then started to pump both of my ends without worrying about me or what I was feeling.

To tell the truth, I was hurting. My asscheeks were on fire from the strap, as well as Jock continuing to knead my buttcheeks. My rear hole was also burning from the severe fucking it was now getting from him. Mitch maintained a tight grip on my hair while he fucked my mouth, making sure I wasn't going anywhere.

"Oh God, Mike, your kid feels good, man," Jock exclaimed to Mitch.

"Yeah, I know, Jock. His mouth feels damn tight around my cock also. I just wish I had done this years ago. Of course we also have his twin brother to fuck later on, too."

"Yeah, that's true. He's right now feeling my balls as I slam into his brother," he said, and not to put too fine a point on it he rammed into me again, slamming his meat up my ass and his balls against MJ's forehead. MJ may have felt uncomfortable about this arrangement, but he didn't exactly have my sympathies as I was taking the brunt of both men's lusts.

Jock pistoned his cock in and out of my ass for several long agonizing minutes before he made his final, hard thrust and climaxed. He pulled his cock out of my ass and sent his spunk flying all over my back and whipped butt. I think some did get onto MJ's face, but I didn't care at the time.

Mitch did the same thing and shot his load all over my face, dribbling some of it on MJ's cock and balls. Both men sat back on their haunches for a few minutes before untying our limbs from the bed, but not from each other. They timed it perfectly to roll us over simultaneously and tied us back up to the bed, but with me on the bottom and MJ in prime position to be next.

"You're next, little one," Jock maliciously whispered to MJ before the two men left us alone in the room. Sly didn't stop filming yet, though.

"You okay?" MJ asked from above me.

"N…no," I said, sniffling.

I squirmed around a little as my ass was still on fire from the stripes left behind by the strap. I knew that a little blood was flowing from between my legs, but there was nothing I could do about it and Susan wasn't going to clean me up until after we totally finished shooting the film. I was a mess; that was for sure.

I was lying there, thinking about when Sly was going to cut the taping when all of a sudden warmth engulfed my cock. I opened my eyes to the renewed sensation of a warm mouth around it again. MJ slid his mouth up and down the length of my cock as it began to lengthen from the sensations he was giving it. Despite having just gone through a round of rough, painful sex, I began to feel very good, thanks to MJ.

Because of the earlier pain, it took a while before I climaxed, but it had no reflection on how good MJ had become at sucking my cock. When he was finished sucking me to the end, I began to return the favor. Worried about what was going to happen to him later, he didn't get stiff for a few times of sucking. Finally, lust overcame concern and his cock began to expand in my mouth. I manipulated my tongue around its head while my lips ran the length of its stalk. Before long, I had him cumming as well.

"I hope you enjoyed that, son, because you're not going to enjoy this," Mitch exclaimed from just off camera.

"Oh, please, Dad, don't hurt me. Please?" he begged his father not to do anything to him. It was a useless gesture, of course. Mitch was not going to be any benevolent to his son as he was to me, except that he may not have to take Jock up the ass on his first time.

Jock walked on to the stage and picked up the strap again. MJ begged again, but it fell on deaf ears again. The strap whistled through the air and landed as hard on MJ as it did on me. I felt the air on my forehead as it escaped from the contact on his ass. He screamed as loud as he could into the room. Again, Jock raised the strap above his head and brought it whistling down onto MJ's backside, eliciting another scream from the boy. As with me, he used the strap on him a total of five times, reddening his ass very effectively. Each and every hit was as painful to him as they were to me.

Mitch took his place behind his son and Jock in front of him. Jock commanded him to open his mouth, and by the shaking of the bed, he was answering in the negative. Jock grabbed his hair and yanked his head up, but still MJ's mouth remained closed. I thought the boy learned quicker than that. It was either he was being stubborn or playing to the camera, I didn't know which, but either way, Sly was getting a good show.

"Open or I get the strap again, boy," Jock threatened. By the sound of his cock gagging the boy, he had opened his mouth, dutifully.

"I suggest you pull out of his mouth for a second while I spear the boy, Jock," Mitch mentioned from above me.

"Good idea. I don't trust the kid being able to control himself." And Jock backed out of MJ's mouth while I saw Mitch line his cock up to his son's anus.

"Please Dad, don't do it," he begged from the other end.

"Sorry, son, but this is for your own good," he said as he began pushing into MJ's clenched asscrack. He had to slap his ass to get the boy to relax his gluttial muscles, but not wanting any further pain, MJ complied with his father's wishes.

I could tell Mitch was trying to be slightly gentle with his son, as it was his first time, but there just was now way of being gentle when it comes to fitting an adult cock into a preteen's body. Finally giving up on the gentle approach, Mitch lunged forward, spearing his son's tight ass.

"AAAAGGGGHHHH! Take it out, take it out, take it out, Dad, please!!!!!" MJ was screaming due to his additional pain. He didn't stop the begging until Jock replaced his cock inside the boy's mouth. He made sort of a gagged sound as the large fuckstick was fit back inside.

Nothing was going to be subtle about MJ's first time with a man. Not only did he have to contend with his father's fairly thick cock reaming his ass, but by the sound of things, Jock didn't give him ample time to get used to his mammoth's girth either. He was lucky, though, not to get Jock up his ass the first time. That would have probably been unbearable for the boy.

Even through Mitch's balls banging on my forehead and nose, I saw his cock pumping his son's ass for all he was worth. I couldn't tell too much of what was happening at the other end with Jock and MJ's mouth, but I was sure it was not pleasant for the preteen. I took it upon myself to help my friend out a little. I reached up and licked his cock and balls for him.

Definitely due to the pain and humiliation he was going through, his cock didn't respond immediately. It took several licks before any change started. I was patient, though. Having gone through the same thing earlier, I knew of the pain the poor kid was suffering. I continued my ministrations on his cock until I felt it begin to jump in my mouth as he climaxed. The rest of his body was tensed up, so I couldn't tell from another reaction but that his cock answered the call.

With his orgasm, Mitch came in his asshole and pulled out, spraying his back and butt with his sperm and some of it did drip onto my face as well. Jock came a few minutes later, spewing all over the boy's face and hair.

"Not bad, kid, not bad. Not the best, but not bad. I guess I'll have to pay a few more visits to you and your brother to get you better trained." Jock ruffled his hair and climbed off the bed.

"I'm sure you'll have plenty of opportunities, Jock," Mitch said from above me as he climbed off from his end as well.

"CUT!!!" Sly was ecstatic. He kept jumping around off camera in his excitement. Finally, he settled down enough to talk to Jock and Mitch.

"Um, excuse me," I asked from in between MJ's legs.

"Yes?" Sly questioned.

"What about untying us?"

"Oh, very well. If you insist." He joked. Susan made her way to the stage and began to untie our limbs from the bedposts.

Once we were free, MJ didn't move. I saw some blood flowing down from his torn asshole, and that was when I became sympathetic to him, remembering the first time I bled out. Susan left us alone and followed everyone else out of the room. The only one left was Mitch. I shooed him away as I slipped out from under MJ's body.

He rolled over onto his back as I freed myself from his weight and moved up to sit beside him. Even I was sore from the morning's events. He was sobbing with his fists over his eyes. I let him cry it out for a few minutes before doing anything.

I put my hand on his face and stroked his chin a little. It seemed to help as he began to calm down. Finally, when the crying stopped, he let his hands down and looked at me. His whole face was red due to his crying over the past half hour. I smiled at him, reassuringly, as he looked up at me. He tried to smile back, but it was a pathetic attempt, not that I blame him.

"You'll be okay once we take a shower, MJ," I told him.

"Why?" he asked.

"Why what?"

"Why didn't he pull out when I screamed at him? It hurt, Tony."

"Yeah, I know it hurt, MJ, but he couldn't pull his dick out. We were making a movie, remember? If he had pulled out, it wouldn't have been good for the movie."

"Damn the movie," he said, striking the bed with his fists.

"Look, man, we getting paid for this. If you don't want to do this again, then tell your dad." I was getting a little cross with him, but he needed to know what we were doing here, or to get out of it. "The pain will go away, MJ, trust me on that. As far as you and your father go, well, that's something you two are going to have to talk about. Let's get a shower taken. You'll feel a lot better."

He nodded and I helped him up from the bed. He put his arms across my shoulders and we ambled to the bathroom for our shower. As the water ran off us, it became a little pink as it mixed with both our blood and ran down the drain. We sat in the tub for a while just to let the warm water baptize us anew. We got out after about half an hour and dried off.

I helped MJ pack some toilet tissue between his buttcheeks and I did mine as well. Jock's dick did leave a lasting impression, after all. We headed out of the bathroom and as we were going through the filming room, Mitch was there waiting for his son.

"I got your money, son," he said, holding the envelope. He looked to me.

"I'll go get your clothes and things if you want to stay and talk," I offered and he nodded.

Trying to keep the tissue between my legs and climb the stairs wasn't easy, but I finally made it upstairs to my loft. I put some underpants on to take the place of my hand over the tissue and grabbed MJ's things and headed back downstairs. As I entered the filming room, the two were embracing.

"Aw, that's sweet," I teased.

"Fuck off," MJ shot back.

"No thanks. Once a day is my limit."

We all laughed and I handed him his bag. He smiled and hugged me unexpectedly.

"Thanks for the weekend, Tony," he said as he broke apart from me.

I leaned forward and planted a kiss on him. I felt him smile as we kissed then he kissed back. We parted and he left for his home and normal life. Well, not normal after what had just happened. I'm sure Mitch will make his life a lot less normal from now on.

Chapter 14
Stan

The holidays were coming up soon and Thanksgiving was always a time for the four of us to get together and talk a little. Not this year. I reflected on the choice I had made, and still didn't regret it, but couldn't get over the nagging feeling I was left out of a few things with them.

The rest of the day was as normal as possible. I got some things done in the loft and finished up more of the kitchen. I ordered a stove and overhead vent to be delivered the next day by "Stan and Ollie". I then thought about what I was going to do about Stan if it was them that delivered the appliances.

I headed downstairs and to the filming room. I moved things around like I wanted them. Sly had left behind some unused film in some cases and I loaded it into the cameras. I removed the camera over the bed, as I would not need it there and put it to the side. I had the center of the room covered by all three cameras. Black material covered everything. I had the lights shining down into the middle of the room in such a way as not to cast a reflection on the lenses of the cameras.

It took several hours of work, but I had it ready for Stan, if all went according to plan. I crashed back in my own bed at about midnight. The next day was a repeat of the previous Tuesday's events. A knock at the door, Laurel and Hardy brought the stove and vent upstairs, I gave them their tip in the same manner, and they left. The only difference was Stan didn't join in on what Tom was doing to me.

Tom called him names and teased him, but Stan didn't say or do anything against it. When Tom was finished with me, I raised an eyebrow to Stan, notifying him to return that night. He had a slight smile as they went back to their truck. I worked on the loft for the rest of the day. The kitchen was almost done. Just a few more items and it would be totally finished. I needed a sink, dishwasher, and ceiling fan, and it would be finished. I figured another two weeks' worth of work.

At about six o'clock, I headed downstairs and into the filming room. In the bathroom, I gave myself a quick enema and shower. I dried off and put on the robe that hung on the inside of the door. Before I left the room to go back into the filming room, I thought about what I was going to do to Stan and decided to slick up my sphincter muscles, just in case. Jock had kept all of his clothes there in the locker and I went to it to find something I could wear. I knew I would never fill out the leather pants he wore or the leather boots, so I didn't try. There were other things that could be worn, though.

I put the studded leather straps around my wrists and cinched them tight. I found the studded leather collar Jock wore and discovered that there was a setting for my slender neck. I didn't put it on just yet. I just put that into the pocket of the robe I was wearing. A pair of leather shorts was folded in the bottom of his locker and I put it on under the robe.

Just as I was about to slip on a pair of gloves, a knuckle was rapping on the outside door. I decided that the rest of the outfit could wait a while. Stan was waiting as I slid the panel open and I let him inside.

"It's getting a little chilly out there," he said, rubbing his arms together. He then saw the robe I was clad in and suddenly got serious. All I did was motion for him to follow me downstairs. He dutifully followed at a safe distance until we got to Sly's office. We sat in the same chairs as the previous week. I gazed at him over templed fingertips.

"What do you want, Stan?" I asked again like I did before, but this time, it was with a different tone.

"What do you mean?" he asked, a little unsure of himself.

"Well, if you just wanted to fuck me, you could have done it this afternoon and saved yourself a great deal of harassment from Tom. You didn't; that tells me you want something else. What is it?" I was taking the dominate personality with him, sensing that it was what was needed here.

"Well," he started saying as he shrugged his shoulders. "I was wondering if you could do things to me."

I knew that was hard to say, but I wasn't letting him off the hook. Sly was right about him. He was very submissive with his personality.

"Like what?" I forcefully asked him.

"Like, well," it was going to take all night if I waited for him to spit it out, so I took the aggressive approach again.

"You want me to tie you up," I prompted. His eyes got as big as mine did when I first had to bear Jock's monster up my ass. I kept staring at him until he nodded his head, almost in shame. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, Stan."

"I know. I just didn't think that anyone could figure it out so easily. Especially a kid; no offense."

"None taken, but I didn't figure it out all on my own. I had help, but we won't discuss that right now. Right now, I want you to be as honest and upfront as you can. Tell me what you want and what you don't want done to you. I also want to know why."

"Okay, well, first, could you tie me up?"

"Look, Stan, not to be a jerk or anything, but if you take this long, we're gonna be here all night and not get to do what you came here for. I tell you what; strip your clothes off and I'll take it from there."

He looked shocked again at my forcefulness, but stood up just the same. As I was leaving the room, he was pulling his shirt over his head. I grabbed a few items from Jock's locker and returned to Sly's office. When I walked inside, I was the one with the shock now. He was totally shaved from head to toe, excluding the hair on top. It looks like Sly was right on the money.

He was shivering a little from either a little fear or the cooler weather, I wasn't sure nor did I care. I walked right up to him and after having him sit back down in the seat, put a thick leather blindfold over his eyes. I had him put his wrists out in front of him and then put leather wrist restraints around them. I clipped them together and then put the same type of restraints on his ankles.

I put a simple black leather collar around his neck. After that, I grabbed his shaved balls and pulled downward. He groaned, but his dick responded by growing a little more. I smiled as I weaved the ball spreader around his balls. I went around behind him and attached a chain to the collar around his neck.

"Stand," I ordered him and he complied. The chain was pulled down his back and attached to his ballspreader. It wasn't tight, but that would come later.

"Okay, boy," I said, getting into a domineering mode, "here are your orders. One; you do not speak unless spoken to. Two; once we go into the other room, you will not say, do, or even think about doing anything without being told to do so. Three; there are no 'safe words' to use. We go in there; you are only free when I think you've had enough. Are there any questions before we begin?"

"No," he softly said, with his head bowed.

"No?" I asked, squeezing his balls in their spreader. He hissed at the sudden pain.

"No… Sir," he said, realizing his mistake.

"Better," I answered back and released my grip on his balls. "Follow me," I said, pulling on his now very stiff cock.

It felt so unreal to be the one in charge of a session in the film room, but here it was happening. I led him by his cock into the film room. I had him stop in the middle where I had marked the floor with a small piece of tape earlier. His wrist restraints were clipped onto a cord hanging from the upper rafter. It led to a pulley I installed and over to the wall with a crank to help me lift him in the air. I turned the handle on the crank and slowly lifted him off the ground.

As I saw in the video to the teenager, I stopped pulling on him when his feet were a few inches off the ground. Ropes were tied to the ankle restraints and pulled in the opposite direction, making his legs spread out as far as they could safely go. I stopped pulling on the second one when he began to really wince. His body was now mine to do with as I pleased.

I checked on the cameras and all three of them got him without a problem. I went back to Jock's locker for a half mask I had seen earlier. It hid my eyes and top of my head, but not anything below my nose. It had the look of a Zorro mask. I tied it off and pulled the collar out of my pocket, putting that into place as well. The gloves were slipped over my hands and I undid the belt to my robe.

I saw myself in the mirror before heading on stage. I looked like a small Zorro, too. The only thing I was missing was a black shirt, pants and sombrero. I smiled and turned to my willing toy for the evening. I walked over to the controls for the cameras and sound. With one click, I had every device turned on and recording.

I walked onto the staging and pulled a small black stand to set behind Stan. I retreated to find just the right thing I needed. I found it and returned to the stand. I ran the buttplug along the length of Stan's crack before lining it up to his backdoor. Playfully, I twisted it around his sphincter muscle before shoving it inside him.

He bellowed out in pain at the suddenness of the invasion. With a pat on his ass, I stepped of the small step. I walked back to him with a spool. I put the spool in the middle of his back and attached one of the links on his chain to it. I twisted the spool, rolling the chain up around it; thereby tightening it. His balls retreated between his legs as the spool was turned tighter and tighter. It also made sure the buttplug was not going anywhere. When I was satisfied that his balls were in enough pain and discomfort, I plied a clip to the spool, holding it in place.

I retrieved a small pair of clamps from Jock's locker and put them on his each of his nipples, right on the tip of tits. He screamed and begged them to be taken off, but his cock told me otherwise. Stan was in some pain, but I was just getting started with him.

Now came the fun part for me; the strap. The same wide and thick piece of leather that was used on me and MJ was now in my hands. I gripped the handle firmly and swung it through the air, listening to the air whistle past it. It was like listening to beautiful music.

I walked up to stand beside Stan still flexing the strap. When I was ready, I pulled it back and let it fly. It struck right across the middle of his butt. He screamed at the pain, but I didn't stop. The first hit had made a really nice red horizontal stripe across his ass. I did it again, tagging him just below the first one, and getting the same response from Stan and his ass. The next hit got him just below that one. The fourth nailed him just above the first strike and the fifth one got him above that one. From there, I retraced my steps three more times, for a total of twenty lashes on his ass. For the finale, I used the strap vertically against his balls that were being stretched between his legs. That brought a very high pitched scream from his throat.

I laid the strap aside and found a small step ladder that would suit my purposes. I positioned it right in front of him. My small cock needed relief. I stepped up the ladder to place my crotch right in his face. I grabbed the back of his head with both hands and ground it around in my leather covered pubic area. Now I knew why Jock liked doing this so much. The leather on the inside was soft and felt like silk being pushed around on my cock.

After a few minutes of doing this, I needed to relieve myself. I pulled the leather shorts down and placed the head of my cock to his lips. He parted them obediently and I slipped it inside. He knew what to do from there. His mouth enclosed around my dick and he sucked like a vacuum cleaner hose. I held his head by his hair and the more he sucked the tighter my grip got. With the past half hour of anticipation, I couldn't hold out for very long. He had me cumming within mere minutes of initial entry.

I sank to my knees after the powerful orgasm had hit me, thereby pulling my cock out of his mouth. I had to have a breather as I pulled my shorts back up. I looked down and saw that his cock was still rock hard, so I teased it for a few minutes with my gloved hands. I stepped down a step to put my face dead even with his crotch. I looked between his legs and his balls were turning a nice shade of violet, not that I cared. I reached back up and began stroking him again.

While I was stroking him, I turned around and rubbed the leather of my shorts along his cock as well. His dick made a crevasse in between the globes of my ass in my shorts. As that was being done, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and lowered them again, putting his cock along the crack of my ass. I let him feel it for a while before aiming it for my glory hole.

My dick was hard again, in the anticipation of having his cock up my ass. I put the tip right on the barrier separating my inside from the outside air. I eased back and let it slip inside me. It was like cutting warm butter with a hot knife; he slid in so easily. He shuddered as the warmth engulfed his cock. I turned my head around and reached up to gently pull his head towards me for a kiss. My young body fit perfectly between the clips on his nipples when I leaned against him. When I broke the kiss, I pulled him closer to whisper to him.

"Don't you dare cum until I tell you. Got it?" I threatened him.

He nodded, and I released his head to return back up. I kept them behind his head for the leverage I needed while riding his cock, though. I used my legs to ride up and down on him. I also used his body as a wall to lean against. He shuddered again and I stopped, waited for the feeling to pass, and then continued. It actually felt good this time to have a man's cock sliding in and out of my asshole.

I let go of his neck with one hand and began stroking my own cock while still riding his. The feeling was very intense as I released my sexual tension for the second time within minutes. My orgasm had the effect of tightening my sphincter muscle on the cock that was embedded in my ass. I felt him stiffen and shudder as he tried to hold back the waves of orgasmic pleasure. His cock jumped in my ass and I felt sperm being shot out of the tip and into my bowels.

I knew he wouldn't last long, but I didn't give him permission to cum. I reached up and slapped his face with the hand I was just using to give myself pleasure. I pulled him back down to whisper in his ear again.

"I told you not to cum until I gave you the word. You will be punished for that, boy," I told him.

I milked his cock with my anal muscles and slid off him. Some jizm leaked out and ran down my leg, but I caught it before it hit the leather shorts. I mopped up my back door with a towel I had placed on the step ladder and pulled the shorts back up again. I turned back to Stan to see what to do about his punishment. I thought about it long and hard before making a decision. I had the answer.

Jock had a leather cat-o-nine tails in his locker that was perfect. I grabbed the cat and walked around behind him. I didn't snap it like a regular whip; I lashed it down his back, making it appear like a cat had raked its nails down his back. The whip made several red vertical lines in his skin from each pass of the leather. He hissed at each time I made a pass with it. When I was finished with him, his back looked like a wall of red lines.

When I walked back around, his cock was hard again. I smiled and played with it again by licking the head. He groaned at the light touch. And to be honest, I was feeling a little frisky again, too. I mounted the stairs in front of him and planted a kiss on his lips after licking his cock's head. I knew he could taste his jizm on my tongue and it seemed to excite him further.

We kissed very passionately for a minute or so. I reached up and twisted the clips on his nipples, sending shards of pain through his chest. He groaned into my mouth while we were kissing and the effect was actually very erotic. I did his other nipple and his groan was even louder. I broke the kiss and teased his lips with my gloved finger. I hooked my finger behind his upper teeth and drew him to me to whisper to him yet again.

"You want me again, don't you, boy?"

He nodded and even his cock jumped at the thought of that.

"If you disappoint me again, the punishment will be ten times worse that you just got. Got it?"

He nodded again.

I slipped the shorts back down to my ankles again and kicked them to the floor. I sank back down to be eyelevel with his cock again and began to pay the attention it was due. It had a musky smell from being inside my asshole, but I paid it no nevermind. I licked it from balls to tip and back down again. I paid particular attention to the rim around its head.

When I was ready for coupling with him again, I turned on the spot and ran his cock along my crack once more. His man's meat felt really good doing just that, and I was tempted to just allow him that small pleasure, but I ended up doing as I suggested to him. I slid up his body and lowered my ass down to the tip of his cock again. I let some strength out of my legs and I allowed his cock to slide into me for a second time.

He shuddered again, trying to maintain control. I turned back to him and warned him again not to cum till I told him. He nodded. I knew it would be difficult for him. I know my ass was tight, but not that tight that he couldn't control himself.

I reached down and began stroking my own hard-on again, trying to achieve my own release and it came after only a few good strokes while riding his cock. My whole body tensed up at the release, and I was curious to see if he would cum again, but he held his back. I waited a few moments to be sure, and he had held back very well.

"Very good, boy," I whispered to him. "Now, you're gonna do something else to show your controlling abilities."

This next part took a lot of flexibility on my part. Without taking his cock out of my asshole, I reached over and unlinked the ropes to his ankle restraints. Both feet fell to the ground after they were released. The tricky one was going to be the top one. There was no way I was going to release it without taking his cock out of me, so I didn't bother. I slipped off him and made my way to the crank on the wall and lowered him to the floor.

His body flopped to the ground once he was completely down. I walked back over and unlinked the cable from the cuffs, but not the cuffs from each other. His arms came down over my back as I was facing him. I got closer and whispered in his ear.

"I want you to royally fuck me, boy. You don't cum till I'm completely satisfied. Got that?"

He nodded, meekly. I didn't remove his hands as I turned around to face away from him. I crawled onto all fours, and since his hands were clasped together in front of me, he had no choice but to follow. I had his hands on my chest as I pulled him on top of my back. I reached behind me and relined his cock up to my backdoor. Going backward, I speared myself on it without a problem, going all the way down. He shuddered again and took his time before doing anything.

His hands were resting on the ground right beneath my face and I lowered my head to rest on them. The links on the cuffs were long enough to allow him to lift them up and over my head to place his hands behind my neck. He kept them there or on my shoulders the entire time he was inside me.

"Now, boy, fuck me hard," I commanded him as I pushed my head off the floor with my hands to be in the more traditional 'doggy-style' position.

"Yes sir," he answered. I felt his cock begin to slowly slide in and out of my ass. Then he began to pick up speed and intensity.

I reached down to my own cock and began stroking it to the rhythm of his pumping action. With each lunge forward and into me, I stroked downward on my cock and vice-versa. I spread my legs out a little to allow my hand easier access to my cock. My other hand had to be moved more under my face to keep my balance. The stroking and pumping began to build to a fever-pitch intensity and I began to get more vocal.

"Ooh, yeah. Fuck me, boy, fuck me," I began chanting, submitting to my own lust. "Harder, boy!" I bellowed out at him. He did as I told him and his thrusts became more animalistic; more primal.

It was obscene how lascivious we had become in such a short time. He was pumping my guts for all he was worth, now, as I was pumping my own short rod as fast as I could.

"OH GOD!!!" I cried as the finality of my orgasm struck my preteen body, but I wasn't done with him yet; I wanted more. My cock didn't let me down, either. It remained stiff while Stan was giving me his. Another wave crashed over me. Then another. And finally a fourth one in a row hit me and I screamed at him.

"CUM INSIDE ME NOW!!!" I bellowed at him and he didn't do it immediately. "If … you… want… to… cum… then… do… it… now… boy!" I told him between his primal thrusts. He was practically lifting me off the ground as it was, but he doubled his efforts to cum.

"OH GOD!!!" he cried into the night as his body tensed up and his cock shot a giant load of cum inside my ass. I came one more final time as well, echoing his roar of rapture.

Five times in a row was too much, even for me, and something happened. Stan was waking me up while kneeling beside me. My mask was off as was my collar.

"What happened?" I asked him.

"I think you passed out," he said, with a look of relief on his face. I sat up to face him.

"I passed out?" I couldn't believe it. "It was that good?"

He snickered.

"I guess so," he said.

I got up to stop the cameras and doubled over in pain. My whole body hurt. My ass was especially painful. I crawled to the controls instead. I clicked them off and crawled back to Stan and flopped to the floor in front of him, but facing away from him.

"Um, could you undo these, please?" he asked, showing me his wrists.

I reached up and unclipped the links. I scooted back to lie against his belly and he welcomed me into his embrace.

"Stan?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"You were worried about me, weren't you?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, what would it look like if you had died right after getting the stuffing fucked out of you by me? It wouldn't look good on my work record."

I elbowed him in the ribs as we giggled at his joke.

"Yeah, I guess it is one of those things that kind of follows you around wherever you go," I commented back at him.

"Really. I would probably not get that promotion I want if this were discovered."

"Probably not," I agreed.

"Um, could you take this thing off my balls, please?" he asked me.

"Well, if you insist," I casually answered him. I groaned as I pushed up in to a kneeling position and went behind him. I unlinked the spool and let out the slack. I undid the collar from around his neck, next. The ballspreader was undone and he pounded the floor with his palms as the blood rushed back into his testicles.

I tried to stand up and succeeded this time, but not very steadily. He walked up behind me to steady me and I felt his cock go between my legs.

"Easy, boy," I told him.

"Totally unintentional," he said, raising his hand to show friendliness. We took our bondage gear off and put it all back where they came from.

He helped me to the shower in the bathroom off the film room. We had a nice shower together and toweled each other off afterwards. I asked him if he had to work the next day, and he shook his head.

"You wanna stay the night?" I offered.

"Are you sure?" he came back with and I nodded to him. He shrugged and we headed upstairs to my loft.

On the second landing, I doubled over a little due to extreme soreness. Stan picked me up like a baby and carried me sitting on his forearm and my head on his shoulder the rest of the way. We got to the loft and he set me back down on my feet. The two of us shared a hot cocoa together, not talking very much and then headed to bed.

I woke the next morning very, very sore around the middle. Stan was still asleep on the bed, but had one of those morning erections. I smiled and decided to give him a good morning. I licked his dick from the bottom all the way up to the tip. He moaned when my warm mouth engulfed it again. I slipped it down my throat with now much practiced ease.

Involuntarily, he hands moved down to my head and he grabbed my hair while I continued to suck on him. I cupped his balls in my hands and squeezed gently as my head bobbed on his cock. I knew they must have been sore as well, because I was still sore, so I was careful with them.

"What're you doing?" came a voice above me. Now that was a stupid question.

"What does it look like?" I replied to it.

"I figured you would be too sore for anything else," Stan commented.

"Well, my middle and ass is still sore, but the rest of me is fine. As long as you don't want my asshole right now, we'll get along just fine."

"What if I do?" he shot back, but only playfully, I could tell.

"Well, I suppose I could, if you absolutely have to," I playfully teased back at him.

"That's okay, Tony, you don't have to. I was only kidding," he said, turning serious.

"I know, Stan, but I could manage," I shrugged my shoulders at him.

Without another thought, I spun around and straddled his torso, putting his cock right in front of mine. A few more strokes of his cock to keep it interested, and I raised my hips above it. It hit my sphincter and I closed my eyes, hoping that it wouldn't hurt as bad as I was thinking it would. I relaxed by buttocks and pushed out on my bowels to insert him back inside me. It did hurt as bad as I thought it would.

"UUUHH!" I gasped as it split me again. Those rectal muscles were just too sore still. Now I understood why some women walk bowlegged after sex.

"We don't have to do this, Tony," he suggested, and I violently shook my head at him.

I grimaced as I passed more of his stiff pole into me. It wasn't easy, but I made it all the way down to sit on his waist. Before moving again, I just waited for the pain and soreness to pass. As I began to move again, the soreness returned, but I was determined to not let it beat me. I put my hands on the bed between his legs to stay balanced while I fucked myself on his cock. The first few times I slid along his member, it hurt, but after that, things began to feel better.

My own cock sprang to attention from the feelings I was beginning to experience again. I reached for it and began stroking while I rode his cock. This time it did take a while to finish, even though he was buried inside me. It was strange to suddenly find that a cock being in my ass was erotic. I shuddered through a morning orgasm and continued pumping up and down on his rod to have him finish as well. The friction caused my cock to strengthen again and I found myself masturbating it again.

He came as I did that time as my hole clenched tighter around his cock and he could no longer hold back. I felt the warmth of jizm being pumped into my guts while I simmered down again. I laid back on his chest to relax and he wrapped his arms around me.

"Good morning," he whispered.

"To you too," I countered.

"Should we get a shower taken?" he suggested.

"Not yet. I wanna just lie here for a few minutes, if that's okay."

"It's fine with me," he said while still holding onto me.

We remained like that for over half an hour. I didn't care that his semen was leaking out of my ass. I just wanted him to hold me for a while. I missed that part of being with my parents. We showered and he left for his home with his parents. He kissed me goodbye at the door and told me thank you for the evening. I smiled and he went home.

Chapter 15
Black Cock

The whole rest of the week was more of the same. The soreness of my night with Stan passed finally on Thursday afternoon. As I was getting some things done, I noticed that it had gone away. Friday came around and Mitch didn't bring MJ around. I was sure he was having fun with the boy.

That Monday, I gave the film to Sly and he said that he would watch it and get back to me. I nodded and we began working on the next film. It was more of the same that time. I had to take a whipping from Jock's strap (yeah, I know; we had a laugh about that as well) and took him up my ass after a short time sucking his cock. I screamed and yelled and bellowed for him to stop, but I got it anyway. I tried not to let my cock get hard while he was fucking me as it wouldn't be good for the cameras to see that.

I got paid and with that money, I bought a dishwasher for the loft. It wasn't delivered by Tom and Stan the next day, so I made sure I was dressed when I answered the door. It was only one man to deliver it; a black man. Remembering the size of the other black man's cock, I waited until he was finished bringing the washer upstairs before asking a very pertinent question.

"Is it true that black men have bigger cocks?" I asked blatantly.

He was jilted at the question as he looked at me. I noticed him get a little uncomfortable and look around the room. Then the realization hit him; I was alone.

"Where're your parents, kid?"

"They aren't here," I told him. Well, it was the truth, after all.

"You wanna see it, huh?" he asked me. I nodded, licking my lips.

I remember his skin being like cold black. The only things that were even remotely white were his eyes. He unzipped his fly on the overalls and pulled his cock out. Even soft, that thing was big. I smiled and walked up to him.

"You want me to lick it for you, mister?"

"That would be great, kid," he answered back.

I licked it, starting at the tip and going down to his pants. He moaned in appreciation of my attentions, but I was just getting started. I came back up his growing hard-on and opened my mouth to vacuum him inside. It was difficult to fit, but I opened as wide as I could and forced it down the hatch. I took a deep breath and fit it inside even further. It responded even more by growing longer and wider.

I felt his hands grab my head and pull me towards him more. He was groaning under my ministrations of his cock. My throat took all of him, but it wasn't easy. He was larger than Jock. Before long, I had him at full mast. That black cock was at least a foot [30 cm] long and three inches [7½ cm] around. Even I was concerned about taking him up my ass, but I was willing to try.

"Will you use this thing on me, please?" I asked, pulling my mouth off him for a second.

"Are you sure?" he asked, sounding concerned.

"Yes, unless you don't want to…" I eluded to him with a teasing smile.

"Oh, you're not gonna sit down for a week after this, boy," he said, smiling back at me.

He took over from there. He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. He shucked his overalls off as I lowered my jeans to the floor. My ass was too low for him to fuck, as tall as he was, so he grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me up to put my torso on the box carrying my dishwasher. My feet were several inches off the floor now, but my ass was right at the height he needed to fit his monstrous cock inside me.

I heard him spit into his hand and he wiped it up the crack of my ass. I gripped the far side of the box, getting ready for the inevitable. As I felt his cock touch my anus, I spread my legs out wider to allow easier entry into my depths. He pushed gently forward and my muscles gave way to his invading missile. I gripped the crate even harder as I had to bear the agony of being split in half by his huge cock.

He was patient as he fed it to me slowly, allowing me to get used to him in small increments, but it still hurt like hell. I felt like I was being ripped apart. My whole ass felt like it was on fire while he still pumped it in slowly. He couldn't fit all of it inside, of course, but I took a great deal of it, though. When it felt like he was inside as far as he could go, I reached back to see how much more of his black pole was left outside. The width of my whole hand was able to circle it and there was still a little more left uncovered.

"I still got more, kid, but I doubt if it'll fit," he commented when he got next to my ear.

"Then fuck me with what you can, then," I told him.

He grabbed my hips and began to pull out as I returned my hand to its original place on the crate. My cock was smashed up against the wood of the crate and my own body, but I didn't care. I was starting to crave having a cock up my ass more and more, now.

He pumped my guts for a few times slowly, to help me get used to it, but I wanted more.

"Harder," I told him and he didn't disappoint me.

His hands moved to the small of my back as his cock started to pump faster and harder into me. I could swear that he was able to feed more of it to my guts the more he pumped. I held on for dear life while he rode me harder and harder. I also began to get more vocal.

"Oh, yeah, fuck me," I cried into the crate as I did with Stan the previous week downstairs. "Fuck me harder!" He did. I repeated it and he did again. His thrusts were as powerful as Stan's were last week, but his cock was a lot longer and wider than Stan's. My ass was not going to be able to hold anything for a while after this, but I was beyond caring about that.

"Oh God, yesss, shove that fucking black cock up my ass," I was getting primal again as I did with Stan.

The black cock didn't stop pummeling me. The black man forced more and more of his cock into me until he tensed up and bellowed out in rapturous pleasure. Semen shot out of his cock and filled up my innards until it flowed out of me and down my legs. He was satisfied, but I was left unfulfilled, though. I was still wanting more.

He collapsed onto my back, trying to recover his strength. He pulled out and slid off my back. I heard him plop to the floor and lie back on his back. I turned around to see him lying there with his jizm glazing his softening cock. I slid off the box, myself, and crawled over to him. I licked the length of his waning member to get all the cum juices off it. I was gentle with him, remembering that adult cocks are sensitive after fucking.

He just laid there, letting me do what I wanted to his piece of black meat. As I licked, he began to grow again, and I smiled. He may have been older, but he recovered quickly. Good, I thought, as I continued to lick him. The black cock got to about half-staff and I turned around for more fucking. I said earlier that I wasn't satisfied yet.

With an asshole that had his manjuice leaking out of it, it was easier to fit him back inside me. Even with being only 'half-cocked', he was still stiff enough to get back in there again. I sat back to let him get as far inside as he did when he came. I reached back and felt there was still some left outside. I was willing to take all of it, if I could. Lust had overtaken me by this point.

I felt his cock harden even more as it filled my ass again, and I smiled at the feeling, even though it did hurt a little. I began to ride him as I did Stan last Tuesday evening. I was mildly aware of his hands around my waist as I began driving more and more of his black pole into my supple ass. He was holding me steady while I pumped harder and harder on his stiffening prick. My hand snaked down and began stroking my own cock while riding his. This was what was missing the first time he fucked me. I couldn't reach my stiffy to relieve my tensions. This time I was not going to be denied my orgasm.

With his black monster filling my preteen asshole, I stroked furiously at my dick, trying to achieve what I did the previous week with Stan. One orgasm wracked my young frame, but I didn't stop there. His cock was still hard, and I was still horny as hell. Another assaulted my senses and I didn't stop. A third came over me and I was wearing down, but resilient to get one more out of my dick before stopping. His cock performed magnificently. With one last orgasm, finally tiring me out, he shot another load into my bowels. It wasn't as much as the first one, but some juice did leak out.

Meanwhile, I had collapsed to the floor between his legs. His bent cock still buried in my ass. The black man raised himself up and eased his cock and legs out from under me. I flopped to the floor as he cleared my body.

"Jesus, kid, you're a fuckin' slut!" he exclaimed and pulled his uniform back on. He left without another word.

I lay there for a while, recovering from my self-inflicted torment. The pleasure was orgasmic, that was for sure, but was it worth it? I wasn't so sure at the time. I pushed myself off the floor and saw the pooled semen on the floor under me. It was pink, telling me I had torn something. I gently crawled to the shower for a nice hot one.

As I got out and dried off, I was still sore, but felt loads better. I was able to do some work on the loft before crashing for the night. The next three days after that were spent doing just that.

Chapter 16
Raped!

"Where's your little friend?" the leader asked me.

"Not here," I sarcastically told him and sidestepped to get around him, knowing that it wasn't going to work.

"You caused a lot of pain for us last time, brat. We're gonna cause a lot of pain to you, now." That was all he said, and his friends grabbed my arms, legs, and covered my mouth as they led me away. They weren't worried about being seen as they controlled the streets by fear. I was dead, and I knew it.

There was an abandoned building close to the beach that I normally visited. They dragged me inside and threw me onto the floor as we entered. The one that had the switchblade grabbed me and began cutting my clothes off me while two of the others held me down. Within minutes, he had me completely nude. Even my shoes were cut from my feet.

The knife banger used my torn shirt to tie my hands behind my back at the wrists and elbows.

With me now naked and helpless before them, the two holding me down released me to the leader. He grabbed me by my neck and pushed me to the wall. My head hit so hard, I was seeing stars. With his other hand, he grabbed my balls and squeezed hard. I cried into the vacancy of the room. The one that had cut my clothes away, grabbed my undershorts and stuffed them in my mouth.

"Good thinking, Carlos," leader man told him. Then he turned back to me. "You hurt my balls last time, kid. Now, it's your turn to hurt."

With that, he brought his knee up to my groin as hard as he could. I pulled my knees up in pain and turned away from him, but his buddies stepped in. Carlos and one of the other ones pulled my legs apart to allow him to keep kneeing my groin. He did it another three times. I felt like vomiting after he was done with that.

The two holding my legs released me and Leader let me drop to the ground. He began to undo his jeans in front of me. The others were snickering. He pushed his pants to the floor and I got a look at his hard cock. It was nothing special; I had taken larger. The problem was that he wasn't going to be nice and gentle about it. He turned me over to lie on my stomach as he pulled me from the wall. I knew what was coming next.

He pulled me up to kneel on my knees with my face in the cold concrete floor and then his cock was at my backdoor, knocking. I held my breath as he violently shoved his cock inside me. I screamed into the gag at the ferocity of his lunge. He was balls deep in one thrust.

"Jesus, kid, someone been fucking you?" he asked, rhetorically.

"What do you mean, Juan?" Carlos asked him.

"The kid's as loose as my sister, C," he answered back to him. "Well, no big deal, I'm still gonna fuck the livin' shit outta you," he said, turning back to me.

And he was going to live up to that threat, also. Violently pistoning his cock through my anal barrier, he made every thrust hurt. I tried to think of something else and make believe that this wasn't happening to me, but it was impossible. It became even more impossible when Carlos walked up and knelt in front of me with his cock in his hands.

"Mind if I take the bastard's mouth, Juan?" he asked.

"Go ahead, C. He'd probably like it also."

My shorts were removed from my mouth to be replaced with his cock. He also was smaller than others that had been in my throat, but it was the fact that I didn't want this shithead to be inside me that made the whole thing worse.

"I feel one tooth on my dick, kid, and I'll knock every one of them out of your mouth. Got it?" He told me as he pointed his finger at my face. I nodded that I got the point and he put his cock to my lips. I didn't open right away. He slammed his fist across my face to make me open. I opened my mouth as I felt something running out of my nose.

Carlos grabbed my hair and forced his cock into my waiting mouth. The two Chicanos began to get into a rhythm of fucking me at both ends. As the two of them were very pent up, it only took a few times before both of them came inside both my holes.

"That was piss-poor," Carlos stated with another punch to my left ear. Juan slapped my ass as he pulled his weakening member out of it.

The other two were just waiting for their turn at me. One of them flipped me over and pulled my legs up his body. He held onto them as he lined his own cock up to my anus. His buddy straddled my body and pulled my hair to raise my mouth to his crotch. I knew better than to argue this point. I opened my mouth and he thrust it inside.

As the one raping my ass thrust inside me, his abdomen struck my sore balls and I screamed into the other's crotch. I had to remember not to bite down. Each time he pistoned into me, my balls hurt that much more. He also took to punching my stomach as hard as he could. My belly and ribs took several shots from his fist before he was finished with me. He came first, and his buddy a few minutes later. With a slap to my face, he let me drop back to the concrete floor.

Juan and Carlos were next again. They traded places and turned me back over to a kneeling position. This put Carlos forcing his rehardened prick up my ass while Juan made sure my mouth was not left out of anything. I grimaced as his crotch smelled like a toilet. Carlos took to hitting me with the chain that was around his pants. My back and ribs took the brunt of this attack while he raped me again.

As both of them had already cum once, it took some time for them to finish this time. They kept yelling names at me; calling me 'slut', 'boy-toy'; things like that. As they kept shouting them at me, I started to believe them. I mean, I did just take a huge black cock up my ass from someone I had just met. The name-calling was also turning them on something fierce. It aided in getting both of them to orgasm faster than they normally would have.

With a slap to my face, Juan dismounted, leaving the opposite partner to take his place. Carlos used the chain on my asscheeks several times, making sure I was hurt even more. They flipped me back over onto my back and both of them entered me again. More of the rape followed with punching and slapping to accompany it.

When both of them had finished again, the first two had another go at me. I was attacked by the no named ones again when they were finished with me. Then I heard, through ringing ears, Carlos and Juan discussing what to do about me.

"We could snuff him right here, Juan," Carlos suggested.

'Yes, kill me,' I thought to myself. I just wanted it to be over with.

"No, I got a better plan, C," Juan said.

Both of my eyes were swollen shut from too many hits, so I couldn't see what they were doing, but I was sure Juan was smiling at his own genius. I was picked up and hauled to my feet. I couldn't stand due to the abuse I had just taken, so one of them slung me over his shoulder.

I heard the door open and felt sunlight on my bruised back and buttocks. Before I knew it, I was dropped to the pavement and I heard something whoosh through the air and a thud afterward. The two sounds happened again with a cry from one of the gang bangers that had just raped me. Another whooshing sound followed by a sickening crack and another scream. This whooshing sound happened over and over again until there were no cries from the bangers.

Chapter 17
A New Life

I must have been out for a while because the next thing I knew, was that the sun was glaring in my face and I was waking up in a bed with pillows around me. The sheets were tucked in the sides and I was clean. My hands and arms were wrapped in gauze and everything hurt. That was a sweet/sorrow kind of thing. The pain told me I was still alive and being alive meant that I was in pain.

I tried to move, but it was too painful, so I stopped. I could see better, but not by much. I looked around the room to find out if there was a clue to my surroundings. There was none. I was in a strange room and hurting a lot. I made myself move to get out of the bed. I teetered a little as I stood up, trying to keep my balance. It was then that I looked down to see my body for the first time.

My whole torso, groin, and legs were wrapped the same way as my arms were. I looked like a mummy without any around my face. The gauze stopped at my neck. There was a bathrobe lying on a nightstand and I achingly put it on. I shuffled around the bed to the door. Not knowing what I was going to find on the other side, I gently turned the knob as to not make any sound. The door swung open easily and I stepped out into a small hallway. The hallway opened up into a large studio.

"You should be in bed, Tony," a familiar voice came from the side of the room. It was Dave's.

"You saved me?" I asked through still swollen lips.

"Well, it was either me or Bat-man," he said, smiling. I got the joke. He had used the bat on the four bangers outside the site of my gang rape. "I saw them take you from the beach. When I returned with my bat from the car, you were gone and it took a while before I could find where they had taken you.

"The one Chicano had just thrown you over his shoulder when I finally located the five of you. You're lucky to be in one piece, Tony."

"Are they dead?" I asked, needing to know.

"Are you sure you can handle the answer to that?" he asked back.

"If they're dead, Dave, I'll celebrate when I can."

"Then, yes, each of them is dead. They won't bother you again. Why did they take you, anyway?" As he was asking the question, I was feeling woozy and sank to my knees. He raced over and picked me back up. Dave placed me on his corner sectional and knelt down in front of me.

"I'm fine. I just got a little dizzy there for a second."

"Yeah, I could see that," he answered with a smile.

"To answer your question; they tried to rob and rape me and my friend a couple of weeks ago. The two of us beat the crap out of them and ran. I guess my luck ran out and they found me."

"I guess so. That took guts to stand up to them, Tony. Now, would you like something light to eat?"

I nodded and he made me some soup and toast with a Sprite to drink. He helped me back into bed afterward and I fell asleep. I didn't even ask what day it was before passing back out again. I woke several hours later and got some dinner, and then it was back to bed again. The next day was more of the same. By the third day, I was feeling much better.

The bandages were removed and the bruising was greatly reduced. I was able to move around a lot more as the pain was condensed to small dull aches. Dave and I talked a little over the course of those two days. When the third day did arrive and the inventory of my bruises had been taken, we had a long talk about where my life was going.

"I'm not stupid, Tony. I know that you're turning tricks to stay alive."

"I'm not doing that, Dave. I'm making films."

"Oh, well, that makes all the difference in the world," he said with a note of sarcasm in his voice. "Look, Tony, one of these days this is going to kill you. You need to get out before it does."

"Dave, I appreciate the concern, but this was an accident. Nothing more."

"I'm not talking about the rape, Tony; I'm talking about having sex for money. Whether you're doing it out on the streets or in front of a camera, it all boils down to prostitution. And it will kill you before you know it.

"I don't have any other choice, Dave. There's no way I can live without money, and the only way I'm going to make money, is by doing this."

"You could live here with me, Tony," he suggested out of the blue.

To say I was shocked would have been an understatement. It took a few minutes before I recovered my wits enough to answer him.

"You… would want me to stay here?" I asked, still stunned.

"Yes. Listen, I don't know why you ran away, but I don't care about that. All I care about is that you are okay."

"What about my loft and money I've made so far?"

"Well, you can go get the money or you can let it go. It's up to you."

"Let me think about it, Dave," I said, thoughtfully.

"Fair enough, but if you stay with me, I will insist on one thing," he said, suddenly sounding like my father.

'Uh oh; here it comes,' I thought to myself.

"You will go to school," he said and I almost laughed.

"Is that all?" I was relieved. I thought he would tell me to cut my hair or something.

"That's it."

I nodded and left the room, still walking gingerly. I turned back to him when I got to the bedroom.

"What's today, Dave?"

"Saturday. Why?"

"I've been here for a week?" I asked, shocked again. He nodded and I walked into the room. I was wondering what Sly had said to himself when I didn't show on Monday. I would have to worry about that later.

That weekend, I healed up a little more and by Monday, I felt a lot better. I was able to move around without hurting at all. I had given Dave's proposal a lot of thought over the course of those two days. He had a nice one bedroom loft located in a nice neighborhood. I would be very safe here if I chose to stay with him.

"I've got to take these canvases to my studio, Tony. I should be back around dinnertime." I nodded as he left. I decided to take Dave up on his offer, but I couldn't leave the money behind. I had over two thousand dollars hidden in the loft. I wasn't worried about leaving the appliances behind, but I did want the cash.

When Dave left for his studio, I took the opportunity to head back over to the building again for my money. I got dressed in clothes he had bought me and took the bus to the far side of town. I got off the bus at the beach and made my way to the building that was once my home. After getting the door unlocked, I headed down the stairs and through the hallway to Sly's office.

As I got there, I heard some screaming coming from the filming room. Curiosity took over and I went to investigate. I sneaked inside and saw a sight that I would never forget.

MJ was on the stage tied to the beams above him with his arms spread out by way of wrist restraints and rope. His legs were also spread and tied to eyebolts in the stage floor. Ankle restraints and rope tied them to the floor as tightly as his wrists. His back was to me as I walked in, but I could tell it was him. His back, butt and thighs were littered with angry red welts, crisscrossed all over his skin.

Jock was behind him with a whip, lashing out at the boy again, and sending pain coursing through his young frame. I could tell that the strap had also been used on him at least a few times before I arrived. His whole butt was not only riddled with red welts, it was also a dark shade of purple. I could also see that weights were tied painfully to his balls and they were hanging down between his legs. I couldn't see what they had done to his cock.

Jock made the whip sing across his middle, wrapping all the way around before being pulled back. MJ screamed again. I was so mesmerized by the scene that I just had to stay and watch. Jock delivered another ten painful lashes to the boy before dropping the whip to the ground.

As he walked up to MJ, his cock standing rigid and ready, I heard a moan come from my friend. The stiff member touched the boy's backside, and he began to thrash around, trying to evade the inevitable. I wondered if it was the first time he was having to deal with Jock. Either way, he was having to deal with him now. As everyone was captivated by the scene going on before the cameras, no one ever saw me there in the room.

The blood-curdling scream that erupted from MJ was something I will never forget. It was the same that had come from me just a scant month or so earlier. But at the time, I was the one feeling the pain. Now, it was a friend of mine. Jock tore into him like he was last week's trash. He didn't care that he was ripping a boy to pieces, probably due to the permission given him by Mitch. I watched as MJ kept begging Jock to take his cock out of his asshole. Jock paid no mind to him what so ever. He just laid into him even more. Perhaps the screams urged the large man on further, who knows?

I took the opportunity to slip out and get upstairs to get my money and other things I wanted. On the fourth floor, I found my stash of money, and all of it was there. I never even told MJ where it was. I knew never to trust anyone, not even MJ. I took the small amount of clothes I had and made my way to the exit. I had to hurry, knowing I only had a limited amount of time before filming was completed.

As I got to the bottom of the stairs, and was about to enter Sly's office, they were exiting the filming room. I stopped to listen to them talking.

"I'll take the brat home for the night, Sly," Mitch was saying.

"Not a prob., Mitch. But perhaps you should take him upstairs to Tony's old room that he was fixing up and leave him there. That way we can start early in the morning on him."

"Good thinking, Sly. I'll go get him untied." I heard Mitch turn and head towards the filming room. I also heard Sly flop down in his chair and begin amusing himself.

"Yeah, too bad the slut got away. Oh well, he wouldn't have lasted too much longer anyways." He laughed at his little joke. Chills went up and down my spine.

He was going to kill me. Sooner or later, he was going to have me killed. Probably when I got too old for his uses. Either that, or to keep me quiet. One way or another, Dave was right. This life was going to get me killed.

I ran to the space under the stairs and hid as I heard Mitch bring MJ back out. I got a small glimpse of him when he was led through the door. His whole body was a jumble of red marks and bruises. Blood flowed freely from between his legs and dripped on the floor. A ball gag was still in his mouth with his hands tied behind his back. Short chains linked his ankles together, making sure he couldn't run.

I waited till Mitch put him upstairs and came back down to Sly's office. Sly treated them all to dinner and they left. I waited even longer, to make sure they were gone. I was about to leave, when my conscience got to me. I couldn't leave MJ to them. He wouldn't have much of a chance for very long.

Knowing that Mitch probably chained MJ to something, I got the keys from the locker and took them with me back upstairs. I found him on the bed that I usually slept in and ran to him. He moaned as I started unchaining him from the bed. I got the cuffs off his ankles and wrists then the ball gag out of his mouth.

"MJ?" I asked him, hurriedly while watching the door.

"Hm?" he said, looking up to me with vacant eyes.

"Nevermind. I gotta get you outta here, man. We don't have much time. You gotta walk."

He didn't want to. And for the splittest of seconds, I considered leaving him here to their mercies, not that they had any. I put my arm around him and heaved him up, pulling his arm over my shoulder. We walked to the door, but it was more like me carrying him to the door. There was no way we were going to make it walking like this. I remembered how Dave carried me over his shoulder, and I did the same to MJ.

God, he was heavy. I almost collapsed under his weight. Only sheer determination got me going. I guess a little fear was mixed into that as well. We stumbled down the stairs as gently and quickly as we could. When we made it to the door to Sly's office, I stopped to listen and nothing was coming from the other side. I poked my head through the door, and nothing was there. I hurried, paranoid that I had only limited time before they returned. I stole a glance into the desk and saw two envelopes full of money. MJ deserved his money and I sure as hell deserved mine, so I took both of them.

We made it to the street and eased into the dark of the back alley. I made sure we were at least a few blocks away before I stopped and set him down. I pulled some clothes out of my pack and slipped them on his body. He was still very out of it. Swollen face and hands were the only thing not covered up by the clothes, but those were easily explained away to anyone who asked.

I checked the envelopes of money and found over five thousand dollars in them, collectively. Mix that with my two and we've got a nice pot of cash. I figured that the small amount of money I had put in the investment account could easily be lost, so no big thing. I just wanted to leave this area and not return.

After a few minutes of rest, I picked MJ back up and we headed out again. There was a bus stop not to far from where we were and one was due to arrive soon. We got there with two minutes to spare. The bus got there, and I climbed on, looking more than a little tired and haggard. The driver looked at the two of us, curiously.

"We got mixed up with a gang of Chicanos," I explained to him. It wasn't a total lie. We did get mixed up with one, just not this evening.

"You're lucky to be alive, son," the man said. "Where to?"

I told him where, and he told me not to fret about the money for the ride. I insisted, and so did he. I gave in, as not to attract too much attention to the fact we had some money. I laid MJ down on the bench, with his head in my lap. As the bus sped up to leave, cutting its way through traffic, I began thinking about just how lucky we actually were to escape with our lives. Not to mention escaping with over seven thousand dollars to boot. Even I was impressed and had to suppress a smile. MJ moaned in pain at each turn of the bus, while I just looked after him. The driver just did his job and kept us on the road. He let us out at the same stop that I had left earlier that day, and I knew my way to Dave's place. As I got there and opened the door, he was in the living room, pacing.

"Just where the hell…," he started then saw me with MJ over my shoulder.

"I need some help, Dave," I told him, and he rushed to my side.

We took MJ to the room and laid him on the bed. He stripped off the clothes I had haphazardly put on and saw the damage his body had gone through. I thought he was going to puke or something. He didn't, so we both led him to the bathroom and cleaned his body off in the shower. MJ didn't even so much as wake up.

I helped him bandage his wounds as he had done to me over a week ago. We then left him to sleep it off. He asked me about MJ and I told him everything. And I mean everything. I started from when I ran away from home and ended with this evening's events. If he was going to be taking care of me and/or MJ, then he needed to know the truth about everything, even my real name.

"Well, Andrew, what should I call you, then?" he asked when I was finished.

"Well, 'Tony' is out, due to what just happened, and 'Andrew' is also out due to my parents. I always liked the name, 'Dexter'."

"'Dexter' it is, then," he said, and "Dexter" it has been to this day.

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