What Do You Do at Summer Camp?

Nine-year-old Dylan Graham was eating dinner when his mom asked him an interesting question.

"Dylan, do you want to go to summer camp this year?"

Dylan had never been to a summer camp before. He had a vague idea of what kinds of stuff kids do there, but he didn't know all the details.

"I don't know. What do you do there?"

"All sorts of fun activities. And you'll get to meet new friends. It'll be a lot of fun."

The new friends aspect was what Mrs. Graham thought would be most beneficial for her son. She knew Dylan was a shy kid. Spending time playing with other boys at a summer camp might help him break through his shyness.

Dylan thought that doing summer camp activities might fun, but the new friends part is what concerned him. He probably wouldn't know anybody there. And sometimes it's not easy to make new friends. It would be a lot easier to just stay at home for the summer.

"I don't think I wanna go."

"Well, you don't have to decide right away. Think about it."

After dinner, Dylan got on the internet and googled "what do you do at summer camp." One website said there are activities like canoeing, archery, hiking, and swimming. He thought all those things sounded like a lot of fun. Dylan went to find his mom.

"Mom, I changed my mind. I think I wanna go to summer camp."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

Five Boys

On the first day of summer camp, Dylan's parents dropped him off at the camp site. He was welcomed by Robbie, the head counselor. Robbie was in his late 20s, and his parents owned the camp. Dylan felt anxiety when it was time for his mom and dad to leave. He was about to tell them to take him home with them, but he just barely decided to be brave and stay. As he watched the car drive away, he hoped that he didn't make a big mistake.

On Wednesday the following week, Robbie got a text message on his phone:

Robbie knew who sent him the text, and he also knew exactly what that cryptic message meant. The text was sent by two men Robbie had met the previous year, Jeff and Scott. He found the first business deal he made with them to be very profitable. And now they wanted to do business again. He knew that the message "9, friday, 1 day" meant that they wanted a nine-year-old boy, starting Friday, for one day.

Robbie walked down to the lake where a lot of boys were swimming. Several of the swimmers were cute boys who were around nine years old.

"Hey, Noah, come over here."

Noah got out of the water and walked over to Robbie. He was wearing his bathing suit and was dripping wet. Robbie saw two more boys who fit the description — around nine years old and cute.

"Hey, Jayden and Ben, come here."

Jayden and Ben walked over and stood beside Noah. Robbie saw another one.

"Hey, Ryan, come over here."

Ryan joined the rest of the boys.

"Stand in a row. I'm gonna take your picture."

Noah, Jayden, Ben, and Ryan were standing next to each other and smiling. Robbie was about to take the picture when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. It was that shy kid Dylan, walking alone toward the lake.

"Hey, Dylan, come over here."

Dylan walked over.

"Stand there on the end. I'm gonna take your picture."

Robbie aimed his phone at the five boys and took the picture. The pic consisted of five cute, nine-year-old boys wearing nothing but their bathing suits.

"That's it. You can all go back down to the lake."

As the five boys scampered away, Robbie sent the picture to Jeff and Scott. Two minutes later he got a reply:

This meant that out of all the boys in the picture, Jeff and Scott's cocks craved the fifth boy from the left the most. The fifth boy was Dylan Graham. If Dylan would have walked by just a few seconds later, the picture would have only contained four boys. In that case, Jeff and Scott would have chosen Noah.

Robbie sent a reply:

Robbie and Dylan would meet Jeff and Scott on Friday at 1:00 PM at the same isolated location he met them the previous year. The cost would be $500 in cash.

Meanwhile, Dylan was down in the lake, swimming around and having a fun time.

A Camping Trip

On Friday, right after lunch, Robbie pulled Dylan aside to a private location, so he could tell him about the special trip he would be taking.

"Dylan, did you ever go camping before?"

"No."

"Well, you're gonna go on a camping trip. How does that sound?"

"That sounds good. Who else is going?"

"You'll be going with two men who like to take boys camping with them."

"Will any other kids be going?"

"I don't know. They might bring some other kids along."

Dylan was doubtful about this. What if he was the only kid? It would just be him going camping with two men he didn't know.

"Do I have to go?"

"Yeah. It's already been arranged. Actually, you better get ready. We have to leave soon to meet them."

"How many days will I be gone?"

"Only one day. I'll pick you up tomorrow."

Dylan was feeling a little better about this camping trip. If he wasn't having fun camping, it would only be for one day. And so far, he was mostly having fun at summer camp so maybe going camping would be fun, too.

Dylan went to his cabin and pulled out his kid-sized suitcase. It had Spider-Man on it. He thought, "only one day." He decided to put one change of clothes in his suitcase: shorts, a t-shirt, a pair of socks, and underwear. He also put his toothbrush in there. What he didn't know at the time is that he wouldn't have any need for clothing on this trip.

Meeting Jeff and Scott

Robbie was able to get Dylan in his car and drive him away without anyone at the camp noticing. He drove around five miles and then turned down a little road that had very little traffic. And then, after driving a half mile down this road, he turned right down a small dirt road. A quarter mile later, they saw a car parked by the side of the road. Robbie stopped the car and turned it off.

"Stay here, Dylan. I'll be back in a minute."

Robbie got out of his car and walked over to meet Jeff and Scott. Scott handed him an envelope. Robbie opened it up and verified that it contained $500 in cash.

"Dylan's in the car. I'll meet you here at 1:00 tomorrow."

Jeff, the leader of this two-person team, replied, "We'll be here."

Robbie walked back to his car.

"Okay, Dylan. You can get out of the car now."

Dylan grabbed the handle of his Spider-Man suitcase and opened the car door. He stepped out and shut the door behind him. Jeff and Scott's pervy eyes scanned the body of nine-year-old boy that they were going to play with over the next day.

Scott said to Jeff, "Damn. He's even cuter than in that picture. Our cocks are gonna have a lot of fun."

"Yeah. Lots of fun."

Robbie introduced Dylan to Jeff and Scott.

"These are the guys you're going camping with. Be good and do what they say. I'll pick you up tomorrow."

Dylan replied, "Okay. I will." And then in his friendly, nine-year-old boy voice, he said, "Hi. I'm Dylan."

Jeff said, "Hi, kid. Did you ever go camping before?"

"No."

"Well, you're gonna be staying in a cabin overnight with me and my friend Scott here."

"In a cabin?"

"Yup."

"What are we gonna do there?"

"Lots of fun stuff. Get in the car. It's time to get going."

Dylan opened up the car door and got inside with his suitcase. Jeff sat in the driver's seat, and Scott sat in the passenger's seat. Dylan put on his seat belt, and they drove away. Both Jeff and Scott's cocks were rock hard. They had each prepared for this event by not cumming for three days. A full load of cum was stored up inside each of their horny male bodies.

After twenty minutes of driving, they turned right. It was a driveway with a sign that said "No Trespassing." At the end of the long, windy driveway, there was a cabin. It was an isolated cabin in the middle of the woods. The three of them got out of the car. Dylan was holding his suitcase.

"You can leave the suitcase in the car, kid. You won't be needing it."

Dylan thought that was a strange thing to say, but he listened to what Jeff said and put his suitcase back in the car. Jeff unlocked the cabin door, and the three of them stepped inside. It was time for the fun to begin.

In the Cabin: Friday Afternoon

"What's your name, kid?"

"Dylan."

"Your name's not Dylan here."

"It's not?"

"No. Your name's Boy. What's your name?"

Dylan confusedly replied, "Boy?"

"That's right. Your name's Boy."

"How old are you, Boy?"

"Nine."

"You're really cute. Do you know that?"

Dylan smiled modestly and said, "Thanks."

This made Dylan feel good. He liked when people told him or his mom that he was cute.

"Why don't you take all those clothes off, so we can get a better look at you?"

When Dylan heard this, his good feelings suddenly dissipated. He was confused. Why would they tell him to take his clothes off? He didn't know. But one thing that he did know is that he didn't want to be seen naked in front of strangers. It was okay to be seen naked by members of his own family, but not by strangers.

Dylan shyly replied, "I don't think I should take them off."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. I just don't think I should."

"Scott, help our Boy get undressed."

Scott walked over to Dylan.

"Lift your arms up."

Dylan felt like he had no choice. He lifted up his arms. Dylan's shirt had characters from the Toy Story franchise on it. Scott pulled it up over his head. The slim upper body that Jeff and Scott saw in the pic was now right in front of them.

"Take off your shoes and socks."

Dylan kicked off his shoes, bent down, and pulled off his socks. He was already halfway naked. Only his underwear and shorts remained.

"Pull down his shorts, Scott. Let's see what kind of undies he's wearing."

Dylan wasn't liking this at all. Scott pulled down the red shorts that Dylan was wearing. Now, he was standing in front of two men wearing only his underwear. They were light blue briefs with dark blue seams around the legs and in the fly area. The words Fruit of the Loom were repeated around the gray waistband. They were boys size small, and Dylan's mom bought them for him at Walmart. Dylan put them on the night before, right after taking his shower at the camp.

Dylan looked innocent and vulnerable standing almost naked in front of Jeff and Scott. Jeff's eyes wandered down to the spot between the kid's legs. Dylan's nine-year-old balls and cock formed a small bulge in the pouch of his undies. Jeff walked over, reached his hand down, and felt the soft lump of little boy genitals. Dylan felt violated. That was his private area. No one was supposed to touch him there. It made him feel very uncomfortable.

"You're not allowed to touch me there."

"Did you hear that, Scott. We're not allowed to touch our Boy's cock."

Scott joked, "We better put his pants back on and not touch him there anymore."

"You're wrong, Boy. We're allowed to touch your cock and any other part of you that we want. Even your tight, little asshole."

Dylan got a worried look on his face. What were they going to do to him? He was getting close to crying.

"I don't wanna go camping anymore. I wanna go back to the summer camp."

"Not until tomorrow, Boy. We have you until 1:00 tomorrow, and we're gonna get out money's worth. Let's take him to the bedroom, Scott."

Scott guided underwear-clad Dylan through the door leading to the bedroom. This room contained a large, king-sized bed.

"Pull down his undies, Scott. Let's see that little cock of his."

Scott grabbed the waistband of Dylan's briefs, pulled them down, and dropped them on the floor. Dylan was completely naked. No clothing — just 100% boy. And this would remain his state of dress until right before they had to return him the next day.

Jeff and Scott's pervy eyes scanned up and down the perfect body of their rented Boy. Dylan felt very naked. It was embarrassing having his peepee and heinie fully exposed to two men.

Jeff and Scott loved Dylan's entire body, but eventually their gaze focused on the part of Dylan that made him a boy. Dylan's soft peepee was poking out from the area below his belly button. A small pouch filled with little boy testicles was dangling below it. Dylan was still three years away from the start of puberty, so there were no hairs at all to be found throughout the area that was usually hidden away inside his underwear.

"Damn, Jeff. Look at that cock. There's nothing in the world better than boycock."

"Yeah. Except maybe for boy ass. Turn around, Boy. Show us that hot, little ass of yours."

Dylan rotated until his backside was facing Jeff and Scott. His two heinie cheeks were small and plump. The two perfectly shaped mounds were separated by a crack. Jeff's hard cock was straining inside his pants. He knew that his cock would eventually be exploring that crack.

Jeff started getting undressed, and Scott followed his lead. Soon, there were three naked males in the bedroom. Jeff and Scott's cocks were both fully erect and pointing up in the air. Dylan couldn't help but notice them. He never saw an erect cock before in his entire life. Sometimes he curiously peeked at his dad's peepee, like when his dad got in or out of the shower. He noticed that his dad's was a lot bigger than his little boy-sized peepee. But he never saw it get big and hard like the two mancocks in the cabin bedroom. He was wondering why they looked like that. He didn't know that it was because both of those cocks were sexually craving him. And they were soon going to get exactly what they wanted.

"It's time to get started, Scott. Get that little pecker of his hard and keep it hard."

"Get up on the bed, Boy."

Dylan climbed up on the bed and sat there with his legs dangling over the side. Scott gently pushed on Dylan's chest until the Boy's back plopped down onto the mattress. Then he guided the Boy until he was lying on his back in the center of the bed. Dylan's legs were pointing straight out in front of him. Scott repositioned them, so that the Boy's thighs were spread wide apart. Then he reached his hand between Dylan's thighs and started fondling his boycock. It was at this point that Dylan Graham knew for certain that he was being sexually molested. A man was touching and playing with a part of his body that was supposed to be private and there was nothing he could do to stop him.

There was one other thing that couldn't be stopped. Dylan's peepee was stiffening — something that inevitably happens when the cock of a boy of any age is stimulated. Scott decided to complete the stiffening process by using his mouth. He positioned his head over the nine-year-old's crotch area and sucked on the Boy's peepee. He released the tender morsel from his mouth after it became fully erect. The two men and Dylan all looked at the stiff spike sticking out from Dylan's crotch. It was somewhere between 2 and 2.5 inches long.

"Good job, Scott. You have a nice, little pecker, Boy. And now you're gonna reward Scott for giving you your first hard-on. Sit on the bed, Scott. And you, Boy, kneel down on the floor in front of him."

They each got into the positions that Jeff desired. Scott's horny, cum-filled cock was right in front of Dylan's face. Dylan looked at its size and shape.

"Lick his balls, Boy."

Dylan thought that would be a very dirty thing to do. He got a disgusted look on his face. Licking a man's ballsac was something he didn't want to do at all.

He said in a slightly complaining voice, "No, I don't want to."

"You're being a bad boy. Good boys obey orders. Do you know what happens to bad boys?"

"What?"

"They get punished. Get in your punishment position."

Dylan was confused. He didn't know what the "punishment position" was. All he knew is that he didn't want to be punished.

"What's that?"

"Get on the bed on your hands and knees."

The naked boy climbed back up on the bed and got down on his hands and knees. In this position, his heinie was sticking out. Jeff walked over to a dresser and opened a drawer. He pulled out a wooden paddle. Dylan looked at it and immediately knew what his punishment was going to be. He was going to be spanked with that paddle. He felt like crying.

"You don't have to spank me. I promise I'll be good."

"It's too late. I gave you an order, and you said, 'No, I don't want to.' Boys who don't follow orders are bad boys. And bad boys get punished."

Jeff brought the paddle right in front of Dylan's face, so the Boy could get a close look at the instrument of his punishment.

"I want you to say, 'I'm a bad boy. Please punish me.' Say it now."

Dylan dejectedly said, "I'm a bad boy. Please punish me."

"What did you do that was bad?"

"You told me to lick Scott, and I said that I didn't wanna do it."

"That's right. And now you're gonna be punished for not following orders."

Jeff raised the paddle and then smacked it against Dylan's naked heinie. It was hard enough to cause the Boy to feel a reasonably large amount of pain. Dylan immediately let out a painful 'Owwwww' and started crying. A red mark appeared on his heinie, and he felt a painful stinging sensation.

"It's not fun being punished, is it, Boy?"

Dylan replied with a sniffly, "No."

"Every time you disobey one of us, you'll get punished. And each time it will be worse, do you understand?"

Jeff emphasized his warning by smacking Dylan with the paddle two more times.

"Okay. Let's try this again. Kneel down on the floor in front of Scott's cock and lick his balls. Do it now, Boy."

Dylan sadly got back down on the floor. Once again, there was a big, horny mancock right in front of his face. But this time, instead of complaining, he stuck out his wet, pink tongue and licked Scott's ballsac. Dylan was successfully being trained to be a "good boy."

"Not just my balls, Boy. Lick my cock, too."

Dylan slid his tongue up the length of Scott's erection. Scott's cock enjoyed how that felt, and he especially loved that it was a cute, innocent boy doing it to him. A drop of precum formed on the tip of Scott's cock. Dylan noticed it, but he didn't know what it was. He thought that pee was the only thing that could come out of a peepee, but this didn't look like pee to him. Jeff also noticed that Scott's cock was oozing.

"You're cock's leaking, Scott. Lick it off, Boy."

Dylan didn't want to do it, but he knew that he would be punished if he refused. He licked the slimy fluid off the tip of the man's peepee. He decided that it didn't taste horrible, but it was still gross because of where it came from. He continued licking his tongue all over the man's hard peepee.

"Okay, Boy. You can stop licking now."

Dylan was glad that was over with. He was hoping that they wouldn't make do anything like that again.

"Do you know what cum is, Boy?"

Dylan innocently answered, "No."

"Well, you're about to find out. It's slime that squirts out of cocks. Here's what you're gonna do. You're gonna put Scott's cock in your mouth, and then you're gonna suck on it until it squirts cum. What do you think of that?"

Dylan was thinking about how awful that sounded and didn't respond.

"Do you wanna suck on Scott's cock, Boy?"

"No."

"Well, you don't have a choice. You're gonna do it because we want you to. You're gonna suck on Scott's cock, and he's gonna squirt a big load of cum in your mouth. And then do you know what you're gonna do?"

"What?"

"You're gonna swallow all of it. I don't wanna see one drop of cum dribble out of your mouth. You're gonna swallow his whole load. Do you understand?"

Dylan dejectedly nodded his head yes.

"Good. Put Scott's cock in your mouth and start sucking."

Dylan knelt down again on the floor in front of Scott. The cock he had to suck was right in front of his face. He noticed that some more of that slimy stuff was oozing out of Scott's peepee. He assumed that this was cum. Jeff said that cum squirts out, but this stuff was oozing out. He was thinking that maybe a lot of this clear liquid would squirt out all at once into his mouth. And he would have to eat all of it. Maybe not too much would come out. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad.

"What are you waiting for? Do it now, Boy."

Dylan opened his mouth, slipped Scott's big mancock inside, and started sucking on it. This was the moment that Scott was waiting for. He didn't cum for three days and badly needed to squirt a huge load.

"Damn, Jeff. This feels good. I don't think I'll be able to last too long."

"Just hold out as long as you can. You're doing a good job, Boy. Keep sucking."

As Dylan's moist lips slid up and down Scott's hard-on, the horny man got closer and closer to cumming. Eventually, he couldn't hold off any longer. A massive orgasm arrived. Scott felt an immense amount of sexual pleasure as his cock pumped out several large squirts of cum into the sucking Boy's mouth.

Dylan felt his mouth fill up with a slimy substance. It was thick and gooey and tasted awful. He didn't think about what Jeff said. He didn't think about the threat of punishment. He just instinctively wanted this gross, awful-tasting stuff out of his mouth. Dylan released Scott's cock, leaned forward, and opened his mouth. Scott's large load of cum, mixed with little boy saliva, flowed out of the nine=year=old's mouth onto the floor.

"Did you follow my instructions, Boy?"

Dylan suddenly realized what he just did. He was told to swallow all of Scott's cum, but he spit it out instead.

"No."

"Why not, Boy?"

Dylan pleadingly looked up at Jeff and said, "I couldn't help it. It tasted horrible. I had to spit it out. I'm sorry."

"That's no excuse, Boy. Get into your punishment position."

"Please don't punish me. I'll do everything you say from now on. I promise."

Jeff more sternly said, "Get into your punishment position, Boy."

This time, Dylan knew exactly what the punishment position was. He climbed up on the bed and got down on his hands and knees. Just like the first time, Jeff held the paddle in front of Dylan's face. The Boy looked at the wooden object that was soon going to make his heinie hurt.

"Say 'I'm a bad boy. Please punish me.'"

"I'm a bad boy. Please punish me."

"What did you do that was bad?"

"You told me to swallow the stuff that came out of Scott's peepee, but I spit it out."

"That's right. And now you're gonna be punished for doing that."

Jeff swung the paddle and smacked it against Dylan's tender heinie cheeks. And just like last time, the boy yelled out "Owwwww" and started crying. This paddling hurt a little more than the last time because Dylan's heinie was still a little sore from his first smack.

"I warned you that every time I had to punish you, it would be worse.".

He swung the paddle again and struck Dylan on his heinie, causing him to yell again. Scott continued to paddle the boy until he had smacked him five times. Dylan was quietly sobbing by the end of it.

"Okay, Boy. Now, let's see if you learned your lesson. There's one more horny cock in this room that you're gonna suck…"

Dylan looked over at the fully aroused cock between Jeff's legs.

"…and this time you're not gonna spit out the cum. And you're not gonna swallow it either. You're just gonna keep it in your mouth until I tell you to swallow it. Do you understand, Boy?"

Dylan nodded his head. He was thinking about the awful texture and flavor of Scott's cum. He assumed that Jeff's cum would probably be just as bad. He dreaded having that nasty stuff in his mouth again.

"And do you know what your punishment will be if you spit it out or swallow it?"

"I'll get spanked?"

"Yeah. But this time if you're a bad boy, you're gonna get ten hard paddle smacks across your cute, little ass. You don't want that, do you?"

"No."

"Good. Now, tell me what you're gonna do after I squirt my load of cum in your mouth."

"I'm not gonna spit it out or swallow it."

"Good boy. Now, kneel between my legs and start sucking."

Jeff sat down on the edge of the bed, and Dylan obediently got into his sucking position: on his knees in front of Jeff's cock.

"Put it in your mouth, Boy."

Dylan opened his mouth and slipped Jeff's fully erect dick inside. He wrapped his moist lips around the horny cock and slid them up and down the shaft. Jeff's cock instantly felt the pleasure of being sucked by a nine-year-old boy.

"That's it, Boy. You're a good little cocksucker. Make a video of this, Scott."

Dylan heard what Jeff said. He didn't want them to make a video of him doing such a dirty thing. He stopped sucking Jeff's cock and released it from his mouth.

"Please don't make a video."

Jeff swatted the back of Dylan's head.

"Shut up, Boy. Put my cock back in your mouth, or you're gonna get punished."

Dylan did what Jeff said. He put the throbbing cock back in his mouth and continued sucking on it. Meanwhile, Scott grabbed his cell phone and started recording a close-up of Dylan sucking on a man's cock. After several seconds, Jeff motioned for Scott to stop recording.

"You're gonna make me cum, Boy. My cock's gonna squirt a huge load of cum in your mouth. I've been saving it up for three days just for you."

The tip of Jeff's cock touched the back of Dylan's throat, causing him to gag.

"That's it, Boy. Gag on that cock. Keep sucking. Make it feel good… I'm getting close. Fuck yeah. Here it comes, Boy…"

Jeff's cock exploded with pleasure. Squirt after squirt of hot man-cum gushed out into the nine-year-old's mouth. After his orgasm subsided, Jeff pulled his satisfied cock out of the Boy's mouth. Dylan tasted the now-familiar flavor of a mouthful of cum. He hated its thick, slimy consistency and its rich, spermy flavor. He wanted to spit it out really badly. But he also really, really didn't want to get punished with ten painful paddle smacks on his heinie. So, he kept the cum in his mouth, just like Jeff told him to. Jeff loved seeing the disgusted look on Dylan's face.

"Do you like having my cum in your mouth, Boy?"

Dylan shook his head no.

"Do you wanna spit it out?"

Dylan pleadingly looked up at Jeff and nodded his head yes.

"Open your mouth and show me the cum, Boy."

Dylan opened his mouth, and Jeff saw a large pool of cum in there, covering the Boy's tongue.

"That's a good boy. Scott, get a video of this."

Scott recorded a video showing Dylan's face with a large amount of cum inside of his open mouth. Scott stopped recording.

"Okay, Boy. You can swallow the cum now. Swallow it. Don't spit it out."

Dylan swallowed, and the gooey load of cum slid down his throat into his tummy. He could still taste the awful flavor, but he felt relieved that all of that gross slime was no longer in his mouth.

"You're a good boy for following my instructions. Bad boys get punished, and good boys get rewarded. You can go play video games with Scott for a while. We'll play with you some more later on after our cocks recover."

Meanwhile, Noah, the boy Jeff and Scott would have chosen if Dylan wasn't in the pic, was having fun with his friends at the summer camp.

In the Cabin: Friday Evening

Later that day, soon before bedtime, Jeff called Dylan over to him. He fondled the nine-year-old's balls and peepee until Dylan's boycock got rock hard. Jeff felt the two small, tender eggs inside Dylan's hairless pouch. He held the Boy's left testicle between his fingers and started squeezing it. Very gently at first. But then slowly, slowly increasing the pressure. He was curious to find out how hard he would have to squeeze before the Boy complained about it. Eventually, Dylan realized that his ball was starting to ache a little. And soon after that he was feeling unpleasant testicle pain.

"Oww. That hurts. Don't squeeze it like that."

Jeff released Dylan's aching testicle.

***

That night in the cabin bedroom, a naked boy slept between two naked men. The ordeal Dylan experienced that day made him feel very tired. Periodically throughout the night, Jeff woke up and remembered that there was a cute, naked boy sleeping next to him. And each time, he reached over and pinched Dylan hard enough to wake him up.

Each time, Dylan tiredly complained, "Oww. Stop pinching. I'm sleeping."

That night, Dylan had a nightmare that two snakes were chasing him and biting him.

In the Cabin: Saturday Morning

The next morning, Jeff woke up and saw that Scott was in the process of waking up as well. Dylan was still sleeping between them. Jeff and Scott both had morning wood; their cocks were rock hard. They were both horny again and wanted to have some more fun with their Boy. Jeff slipped his middle finger between Dylan's butt cheeks, found the Boy's hole, and rubbed his finger over and around it. Scott reached between Dylan's legs and fondled the kid's balls and cock.

Dylan woke up and tiredly looked around. As he gained wakefulness, he realized that he was being molested in two spots, in front and behind. He remembered where he was: on a 'camping trip' in a cabin with two men who were sexually abusing him. Dylan wished that he was back at the camp, but more than anything he wished that he was safe at home with his mom and dad. But he wasn't.

"Our little sex toy's awake, Scott. Get between my legs, Boy. My cock's hard and wants to be licked."

Dylan realized that the previous day wasn't the end of his abuse. Today, he would have to do more dirty stuff to the two men's peepees.

"Hurry up, Boy. Start licking my cock, or you're gonna be punished."

Dylan climbed over between Jeff's legs, leaned down, stuck his tongue out, and licked the pervy man's big, hard peepee. Jeff's morning wood stiffened further.

"Hey, Scott. Do you want some of this?"

Scott nodded his head.

"Lick Scott's cock, too, Boy."

Dylan position himself over the other man's cock and licked all over it: the balls, up the shaft, the head. Soon, it was coated with the Boy's saliva.

"I don't know about you, Scott, but I gotta take a piss."

"Yeah, me too."

"Okay, Boy. Get out of bed. We're going outside for a while."

Dylan had to pee, too. He thought that they were all going outside to pee, and he was right. But he didn't realize exactly what was going to happen outside. The three naked males exited the cabin. The summer morning air felt comfortable.

"Do you have to take a piss, Boy?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, start pissing. Let's see it."

The two men watched as a yellow stream flowed out of the Boy's cock onto the grass. Dylan didn't particularly like being watched while he was peeing, but he was happy that he didn't also have to poop.

"Lay down on the grass, Boy."

Dylan was confused, but he did what Jeff said. He was lying down on the grass looking up at the blue summer sky. Why did they want him to lie down? He was about to find out. Jeff and Scott were standing over him. Jeff was the first one to start pissing. He aimed it at Dylan's chest. Dylan felt the warm pee splash onto his body. Immediately after that, a yellow stream started flowing out of Scott's cock, as well. His was aimed at Dylan's balls and peepee. Jeff moved his dick so that his stream of piss traveled from the Boy's chest up toward his face. Dylan immediately closed his eyes and mouth and turned his head away.

"Move your head back up, Boy. And open your mouth. If you close your mouth, you're gonna be punished."

Dylan didn't want to follow this order, but then he remembered how much it hurt his heinie to be paddled. He opened his mouth. Jeff's piss was streaming all over Dylan's cute, innocent face. Some of it flowed into his mouth. It had an awful, acrid flavor. Dylan hated it so much that he closed his mouth. Jeff nudged Dylan on his side with his foot.

"I said keep your mouth open, Boy. Don't make me tell you again."

Dylan opened his mouth and more pee streamed in. A little bit got in his nose, too, which was also horrible. But he was happy when Jeff's morning pee ended right after that. Having two men pee all over his body and in his mouth made Dylan felt very dirty.

"Get up, Boy. Lick the piss off the tip of my cock."

There were still a few drops of piss dribbling out of Jeff's cock. Dylan knelt down and licked them off.

"Now do Scott's cock."

Dylan stuck out his tongue and licked Scott's piss slit.

"That's a good boy."

In the Cabin: Later Saturday Morning

A little while later, the two horny men guided the naked boy back into the bedroom. Both of their cocks were fully recovered from the previous day and craved more boy sex.

"You can have him first, Scott. But I get to pop his cherry."

Scott was okay with that. He liked some other things more than fucking.

Scott said, "Get on the bed, Boy. In your punishment position."

"Don't punish me. I didn't do anything bad."

"I'm not gonna punish you. I just wanna see that cute, little ass of yours. Get down on your hands and knees."

Dylan climbed up on the bed and got down into his doggy position.

"That's good, Boy. Lean forward, so your ass is pointed up at me."

As Dylan leaned forward, his butt moved up in the air, and his heinie cheeks spread wide apart. The nine-year-old's butt crack was fully exposed, and Scott had a clear view of the boyhole in the middle of it.

"This kid has a perfect ass, Jeff."

Scott grabbed one butt cheek in each hand and felt the two plump mounds. Then he moved his head forward, stuck his nose inside Dylan's crack, and started sniffing. Scott loved the smell of little boy asshole. It was one of his fetishes. He breathed in the natural aroma produced by the boy's body. He loved the smell of the boy, but he also wanted to taste him. Scott stuck out his tongue and licked inside Dylan's ass crack, paying special attention to the hole. His tongue probed the little, puckered hole.

After Scott finished rimming the Boy, he rubbed his throbbing cock all over the kid's two plump ass cheeks. His cock was oozing precum as he slid it into Dylan's crack like a hot dog inside a bun. He moved his throbbing cock back and forth, back and forth until the delicious friction brought him close to an orgasm. When he finally reached the moment of peak pleasure, Scott's cock spurted out a hot load of cum. The Boy's butt crack was filled with the slimy mess.

"How did that feel, Scott?"

"Fucking awesome."

"Excellent. Lick the extra cum off Scott's cock, Boy."

Dylan stuck out his tongue and licked up the remaining white goo that was oozing out of Scott's cock. It had the cummy flavor that Dylan hated.

"Do you know what it means to get fucked, Boy?"

All that Dylan knew about the word 'fuck' was that it was a swear word that he should never say, and he vaguely knew that it was something that a man did to a lady to make babies. Beyond that, he had no idea what that sex word meant.

"No."

"It's when a man sticks his cock into a boy's asshole. What do you think of that?"

Dylan didn't say anything. His innocent mind was trying to process the awful vision of what Jeff just described. He thought that heinie holes were just for pooping.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Boy?"

"No."

"Well then, I'll give you a choice. You can either get fucked by me or get twenty hard whacks across your ass with the paddle. It's your choice."

Jeff looked at Dylan's cute face as the kid pondered the two terrible options. Having Jeff's big peepee inside his heinie hole sounded awful. He didn't know exactly how it would feel, but he knew from experience that getting paddled hurts a lot.

"I don't wanna get paddled."

"Then tell me what you want me to do to you."

"You can stick it in my heinie."

"That's a good boy."

Jeff positioned Dylan so that the Boy was on his hands and knees with his butt pointed over the edge of the bed. He looked at the little hole that his hard cock would soon be violating. Dylan's crack was still slimy with Scott's cum. Jeff used the tip of his hard-on to push the cum onto the Boy's hole, so it could be used as lube. He playfully poked his cockhead at Dylan's virgin asshole.

"Get ready, Boy."

Dylan nervously awaited what was going to happen next. He could sort of guess what it might feel like, but he didn't really know. Jeff held Dylan's hips in his hands, pressed the mushroom tip of his horny cock against the Boy's hole, and pushed forward. Dylan's asshole stretched wide open as the big mancock entered his butt. It hurt.

"Owwww."

Jeff ignored the Boy's complaining as he thrust his hips forward and backward in a slow, rhythmic fucking motion. It was tight and warm inside Dylan's ass, and Jeff's cock enjoyed the pleasant friction.

"Do you like getting fucked, Boy?"

Dylan sobbed, "No."

"Do you want me to stop?"

Dylan became slightly hopeful.

"Yes. Please stop."

Jeff removed his throbbing cock from the Boy's butthole. Dylan felt relieved that it was over.

"Let's try something different."

Jeff got up on the bed and lay down on his back.

"Crouch down over my cock, Boy."

Dylan sadly realized that it wasn't over after all. As the Boy crouched down between Jeff's legs, his naked heinie descended downward toward the horny cock that craved his anal opening. Jeff grabbed his cock and positioned the head, so that it was aimed at the center of Dylan's ass crack.

"Move down, Boy. Nice and slow."

As Dylan crouched down lower, the head of Jeff's cock pressed against his hole and popped inside. Jeff looked at the pained expression on Dylan's face as the Boy once again felt the sensation of being anally penetrated by a large mancock.

"Now, move up and down, Boy."

Dylan used his crouched legs and hands to move his heinie up and down. Each time it moved down, Jeff's big cock penetrated deep inside the Boy's ass.

"That's a good boy. Keep going. Don't move up too far. Make sure my cock stays inside that sweet ass of yours."

Jeff reached his hand out and fondled the Boy's balls and peepee while the nine-year-old obediently used his heinie to stimulate Jeff's cock. Jeff felt like he was going to orgasm pretty soon. It would have felt great, but he didn't want to cum in exactly this way. He wanted to control the movement.

"Okay. Get up, Boy."

Dylan stood up and once more felt relief as the man-sized cock exited his boy-sized heinie.

"Lay down on your back, Boy."

Dylan lay down, and Jeff raised the Boy's legs up.

"Keep your legs up like that."

In this third fucking position, Dylan's butt was raised up in the air, and his ass cheeks were spread wide apart. Jeff's horny cock couldn't wait to get back inside the Boy's ass. It craved sexual pleasure. For a third time, Jeff pressed his cockhead against the little, round hole and entered the kid's anal cavity. He watched the expression on Dylan's face as he thrust his hips forward and backward. Each stroke brought him closer to the final goal — an intense orgasm. After a few more strokes, Jeff badly needed to cum. When his orgasm finally arrived, his hard, throbbing cock spurt out several squirts of cum deep inside the Boy's bowels. After he recovered, Jeff removed his sexually satisfied cock from Dylan's ass.

Jeff gave Dylan's butt a light smack and said, "You're a good fuck, Boy."

In the Cabin: Dylan's Final Instructions

"Hey, Jeff. We have to take him back to Robbie soon."

The two men got dressed, and then the three of them walked through the bedroom door into the main room of the cabin.

"Scott, get your phone and pull up those videos."

Scott handed his phone to Jeff.

"Come here, Boy. I wanna show you something."

Dylan looked down at Scott's phone, and Jeff started the first video. Dylan watched himself sucking on a man's cock. When that video ended, Jeff played the second one. This one started with a close-up of Dylan's face. When he opened his mouth, a large load of white cum could be clearly seen inside his mouth.

"What do you think of these videos, Boy?"

Dylan was embarrassed and scared that there existed videos of him doing bad sex stuff.

"Don't show them to anyone. Okay?"

"Here's what you're gonna do, Boy. You're gonna never tell anyone about what happened here. You never even went camping with us. Do you know what's gonna happen if you tell anyone?"

"What?"

"Everyone you know will see these videos. Your parents. Your grandparents. All your aunts and uncles and cousins. All your friends. Even all your teachers. Everyone. Who are you going to tell?"

"No one."

"That's right. No one. Not ever. Do you understand?"

"Yeah."

"That's a good boy. Now get dressed. It's time to go back to your summer camp."

Dylan felt relieved when he heard Jeff say that. His sexual molestation was finally over. Dylan walked over to the pile of boy clothes sitting on the floor. He had been totally naked for almost a full day. He looked for his briefs, but couldn't find them. Then he remembered that they were taken off in the bedroom the previous day.

"My underwear's in the bedroom."

"Don't worry about your undies. We're gonna keep them as a trophy. Put on the rest of your clothes."

Jeff and Scott watched as the nine-year-old pulled his red shorts up over the boy body parts that they had used over the last day to satisfy their perverted sexual desires.

The Return of the Dirty Boy

A little while later, Dylan and the two men drove up to the meeting place. Robbie was already there waiting.

Robbie watched as Dylan exited the car carrying his kid-sized Spider-Man suitcase — the suitcase that he ended up not needing. Dylan got in Robbie's car.

As soon as Robbie drove away, Dylan said, "Robbie, I don't wanna go camping with them again. Okay?"

"Okay. You don't have to."

When they got back to the camp, Dylan felt like his whole body was dirty. The first thing he did was go to the boys' bathroom and poop. He pooped out Jeff's load of cum. Then he went to the shower area and washed all of the dried pee off his body. He also washed real good between his heinie cheeks. After his shower, Dylan brushed his teeth to try to freshen the mouth that was recently filled with mancocks, cum, and piss.

Somehow, even after all this cleaning, Dylan still felt dirty all over.

The End