The giant golden Mastiff padded across the shower room floor toward a hysterical Billy. The dog’s naked master, dick swinging and a big smile on his face, held the animal back with a thick leather leash, but the dog came up to the waist of the six-foot-tall stud. This dog was the size of a fucking pony. Billy’s sexy feet slipped and slid on the wet shower room floor as he desperately tried to crawl away from the approaching animal, but Rafe held the half-drugged, totally mind-fucked kid in his arms. Was ever a teenage boy so abused as young Billy had been? Billy’s father and his friends were like some kind of inhuman monsters, aliens from another world. Surely no sane human beings behaved in this way. Billy jabbered incoherently as he tried to scramble away from the approaching monster dog. The dog’s head was as large as a bushel basket, and its thick tongue hung from its mouth as it dripped saliva.
Rafe held Billy tightly in his arms. The boy struggled, but his condition and the wet floor made it impossible to crawl away. As Billy wept uncontrollably, his body collapsed until his head rested on Rafe’s muscular thigh, the man’s throbbing prick rubbing against Billy’s neck. Rafe petted Billy like an animal and stroked the boy’s dark hair.
“Shhh, Take it easy. It’s going to be all right. It’s going to be fine,” Rafe whispered to the wildly whimpering boy.
When Billy with a burst of sudden energy tried to escape Rafe’s arms, the muscular gym dude reached down, grabbed the teenager’s flopping swollen balls and squeezed. Billy threw back his head and howled stopping the massive dog in its tracks.
“Easy, Billy, now see what you have done. You have riled Soldier, and when he gets upset, he tends to bite. One bite from him, and you could lose a hand or an arm, or a dick. Now just be a good boy, and everything will be fine. I know you’ve had a long, hard day, but it’s almost over just a few more games. Your dad is so proud of you. We’re all so proud of you.”
Rafe’s hand began to masturbate Billy’s thick teen prick gently. His other hand pressed the boy’s head against his thigh. He nodded his head in the direction of the dog’s handler. The Mastiff was brought closer. It was as if he could smell Billy’s dick and balls. He had been trained very well. He lowered his huge head until it was inches from the terrified Billy’s face. The dark dog eyes looked into his as if the animal were judging if young Billy were worthy. Billy tried to curl up in a tiny ball between Rafe’s legs. He looked like a baby curled in its mother’s arms, or like the Pieta sculpture. Naked dudes now gathered in the shower room doorway to watch the fun. Most of their hard peckers were thick and dripping. The only sound in the shower room for a few moments was the labored breathing of both dog and boy.
The Mastiff’s Master ran his hand over the animals golden coat to calm him. Then he squatted down and began to rub the underbelly and sheath of the dog. It wasn’t long before the amazing canine prick emerged. The guys in the doorway actually gasped out loud at the sight of the gigantic red pizzle. It looked somewhat like a section of wet red intestine than anything else. It was as thick as a soft drink can and grew to a length of about thirteen inches. The dog was well trained. He stood very still while his owner gently masturbated his prick. Rafe adjusted young Billy’s head, so the teenager was staring right at the disgusting animal dick. Wads of thick syrupy fluid ran from the dog’s dickhead.
“Look, Billy, your new boyfriend really likes you. Wouldn’t you like Soldier here to be your new boyfriend?”
As he spoke, Rafe gently masturbated Billy’s dick. The drugs and Viagra were still working, and even though he was scared out of his mind, Billy’s teen pecker thickened and got hard. He moaned and tried to twist away, but they had worked him so hard all afternoon that he had absolutely no strength left.
“Take a look, guys,” Rafe yelled to his buddies, “Billy really likes his new friend—his very first boyfriend.”
Rafe showed Billy’s swollen dick to the guys in the doorway. Then the dog’s Master moved the animal closer, and Rafe adjusted Billy’s head which was still resting on his upper thigh. They maneuvered the monster canine until he was standing right over Billy’s head, and the dog slime was running down onto poor Billy’s face.
“No...no...no…please. Please, no,” Billy moaned.
Billy had absolutely no fight left in him. Rafe stroked the boy’s face, spreading the dog pre-fuck slime all over the kid’s cheeks and nose and mouth. Billy had never, even with all he had been through, looked more pathetic.
“Yes, Billy, yes, don’t worry, it’s not so bad, remember how scared you were of our dicks at first? It won’t be so bad.”
Rafe’s hand left Billy’s teen dick and moved to the animal’s thick red fuck sausage. That was what it resembled, a thick, red, raw sausage, not yet cooked and beneath the canine pecker hung two enormous balls in a thick leathery sack. Rafe masturbated the dog’s prick, pumping it back and forth. The dog became skittish for a moment, and Billy was sure they would all be eaten, but a word from the Master and the well-trained dog again stood still. He had done this before. The truth is Soldier had done this a week earlier with a monumentally terrified twelve-year-old boy. More prick sop poured onto Billy’s face. Rafe brought his hand back to Billy’s head and began to lift it. Another dude from the gym came near and helped to hold Billy’s squirming body down. Billy’s cute young teenage head was lifted closer and closer to the gigantic animal’s massive pecker and nuts.
“Show your new boyfriend how much you like him, Billy. Build a relationship. Lick his balls, Billy!
That unmistakable smell of wet animal fur filled the shower room, along with another smell, the smell of dog prick and balls. Billy tried to turn his head away, but Rafe held him by the hair. His face was brought closer and closer to the red, greasy, dog prick. Billy’s sealed his mouth shut, as his face was rubbed on the swinging orange sized canine nuts. A hand suddenly held Billy’s balls and then squeezed and twisted.
“Open up, Billy. Open your mouth and lick your boyfriend’s balls. Boyfriends have sexual needs, Billy, and you have to learn to take care of them. How else can you keep a boyfriend?”
Strange little whimpering sounds came from Billy’s lips. He squeezed his eyes shut. The pain in his own testicles forced him to eventually open his mouth and extend his tongue. He tasted dog balls for the first time in his young life. The bitter, salty, dark taste of canine testicles.
“Lick!” Rafe ordered
After a few seconds, during which Billy wished he were dead, the poor teenage boy licked. He licked the dog nuts. The bag began to swing from his licking.
“That-a-boy, Billy. What a good boy! Lick those dog nuts all over. See, that’s not so bad now, is it?”
The hand returned to Billy’s dick and pumped.
“You’ll be licking lots of dog balls from now!”
WHAT THE FUCK DID THAT MEAN? It hardly registered in poor tortured Billy’s mind.
“Good boy, Billy. Soldier really likes that, but now he wants something else. You know what he wants, Billy. He wants you to lick and suck his big red doggie dick!”
The only sound in the shower room now was the slapping sound of the naked guys beating their dicks.
“NOOO...PLEASE!” The boy sobbed, his mouth still filled with leathery Mastiff scrotum.
“Oh, yes, Billy, yes!” Rafe’s mellow voice had grown dark, and his expression became almost demonic. He shifted the boy’s head until the slime-covered, red, raw, thick-skinned Mastiff prick rubbed on Billy’s face. “Open up, Billy. Open up. You’ll see. You’ll love it.”
Billy slowly opened his mouth, and it was instantly filled with dog dick slime. Some animals produce an almost continual flow of sperm when they are aroused. That sauce poured into the teenage boy’s mouth. He had no choice but to swallow it. His mind spun as he felt more and more of the dog’s dickhead go into his mouth.
“Suck, Billy! Suck dog dick! You are a dog cocksucker! What girl will ever want to kiss you ever again? She will smell dog dick on your breath! You’ll be sucking dog dick a lot from now on, so your breath will always smell of dog dick, and your mouth will always taste of dog sperm.”
What kind of shit was Rafe filling the boy’s head with? Billy sucked dog dick. More and more canine pecker was forced into the kid’s mouth until it butted up against his throat. He gagged. He even puked and had to re-swallow his own puke. His body shook as if he was the vibrating string on a cello.
And then it was gone. The dog dick was out of his mouth. The coke can thick dog prick was out of his mouth. Billy’s face was covered in slime and it hung in long strings from his chin. His eyes rolled in his young head. He was hauled out from under the dog. Was it over? Had someone come to rescue him?
Rafe and someone else lifted Billy’s sore naked body and turned him over. He was on his hands and knees. And then he felt the huge weight of the dog on his back, crushing him. The dog was on top of him for some reason. And then he felt something poking at his asshole. Hands grabbed his tight teenage ass cheeks and spread them. Hands held his ass globes open while something else prodded his tender teen asshole. Oh my god! It was the dog’s prick! They were going to have the dog fuck him in the ass! He was going to be turned into a bitch for the huge dog pecker! It would rip him apart! And what about the dog knot? Young Billy had heard about such things that the dog’s dick develops a huge knot when the dog fucks. Would that knot be inside of him? Would it kill him?
Suddenly Billy no longer wanted to die. He didn’t want to die by being fucked up the ass by a dog! He tried to buck away, but more and more pairs of hands held him still. He lifted his dog sperm covered face and howled. His raw teen screams bouncing off the walls of the shower room. The dog barked too, his bark louder even than young Billy’s screams. Billy shook and threw his head as if he was a female bitch! He felt the huge dog dickhead poking into his tight young boy asshole. BILLY DIDN’T WANT TO BE TURNED INTO A BITCH!
Billy looked around for help. Five or six men with hard leaking dicks held Billy still on hands and knees. Fifteen others stood watching while they beat their own dripping dicks. And then, Billy recognized one of the men—his own father. It was his own father standing there, masturbating and smiling at the sight of his son being fucked up the ass by a giant dog prick!
Billy’s new boyfriend growled for his bitch to open up! Billy was out of his mind with pain and shame. Dog dick! He was taking dog dick up his rectum!
“You’re a bitch, Billy. You are a fucking dog bitch! Billy the Dog Bitch. Wait ‘till the kids at your school see this video!”
They were filming it! Oh, my god, they were filming him getting fucked up the ass by a dog!
Cute young teenage Billy curled up in his bed. His body ached terribly from what had been done to him, but his mind was damaged even worse. He was a young fucking mess. His father. His father had done this to the boy. At first, Billy had tried to understand that his father was disturbed, distraught, depressed, but slowly it dawned on the boy that his dad was none of these. He was simply degenerate. No person in his right mind would submit his son to the kinds of sick, perverse horrors that Billy had been subjected to. Every time the naked teen tried to adjust his smooth young body to find some comfort, pain shot through him. His asshole throbbed and burned. It felt like it had been torn to shreds. After all, the boy had been ass fucked, not only by a group of muscular perverts but also by a huge dog.
Fucked in the ass by a dog at eighteen! The boy’s whole life had been before him, and now it was dashed in the dust. What use was it to think of college, girls, sports, and a bright future? What use when he had had dog dick up his ass and in his mouth? You don’t recover from something like that. The images kept flashing in the boy’s mind, and every time they did, his swollen, sore asshole pulsed and throbbed. Several times during the night, it felt to the poor raped boy like dog cum leaked from his violated pussy onto the bed sheets. And he could not get the taste of the dog’s big sweaty balls out of his mouth. He had been forced to suck the leather nut sack of a huge male dog in heat! He had taken the pink and black slime-coated dog prick into the same mouth that had kissed the fresh, beautiful lips of tempting teenage girls! Billy turned over in bed trying to wipe the horror from his half-conscious mind.
Now his tits burned. His boy nipples had been twisted, pulled, and worked until they stood out like sow titties, swollen and red. They burned if any cloth at all even came in contact with them. Billy stretched his legs and groaned. Now his big boy balls ached. His nuts had been so battered and bruised that they were swollen twice their size. When the nuts moved in the soft teenage bag, waves of pain shot through him as if he had been kicked down there. Now a new pain shot up through his body from his rectum. He farted, and more dog cum dribbled out of his fucked boy pussy. He clutched his pillow desperately in his strong young hands and sobbed. His life was over. He had been brought as low as a boy can be taken, OR SO HE THOUGHT.
“Son, I know you’ve had a rough couple of days.” The voice cut through the thick air of the darkened bedroom. His Father! “I know this has not been easy for you. It has not been easy for me either.”
Billy wiped the dried tears and sleep from his eyes and made out the figure of his dad standing there in the open doorway. The man was naked, and his huge fuckmeat was half-hard, arching out over the gigantic nuts. Billy had inherited his massive teenage prick and nuts from his dad. The tall, handsome man stood there framed in the doorway by the light from the hall.
“I know it’s not been easy for you, but it had to be done. I can’t tell you how proud I am of you. How proud we all are of you, the guys at the gym as well. After your mother died, I was so worried that you would turn out warped, weak, a loser. But now I am convinced that you can face the future. This is all to make you stronger, more sure of yourself. And I fully believe now that you will be able to handle the tests ahead of you just as well as you did the ones you passed.”
Something caught in Billy’s muddled mind. ‘The test ahead?’ What the fuck was the crazy bastard talking about? Billy was determined not to take any more abuse from his father and his sick buddies. He’d run away. He’d go to the police. The boy licked his swollen dry lips and immediately tasted the bitter flavor of dog cum on them.
“I would have let you rest all day, son, but I’m afraid you have an appointment this afternoon. Our financial situation is a bit precarious right now, and so I’ve used my influence to procure a summer job for you. You start right after graduation, but you have an interview and organizational meeting this afternoon. I want you to be at your very best. It’s a very good job, and I know you will love it.”
“What...what kind of job?” The boy stammered while fear caused his young body to freeze up and tremble.
What new sick game had his father cultivated? This had to stop here and now. The handsome man smiled, and his thick dick gave a kind of a jerk.
“It’s a surprise, but I know you’ll enjoy it. And it pays well. It’ll help us pay all our over-due bills. It’s a kind of modeling job.”
That had an ominous ring to it. A modeling job? What kind of modeling? Billy shifted in bed, and a new wave of pain shot through his guts from his fucked pussy. Why did he think of his asshole as a pussy? Where had that come from? He knew where—the guys at the gym. They had called his raped asshole a pussy and a cunt. They had called him a cunt.
Goddamn it! He wasn’t a cunt. He was a boy! A handsome, muscular jock teenage boy! He would be normal yet! HE WOULD FIND SOME WAY TO PULL HIMSELF OUT OF THIS! He felt more dog cum leak from his fucked pussy and puddle on the soaked bed sheet. How much cum had that fucking dog unloaded? Although, for all he knew, the dog sperm was probably mixed in with jock jizz as well. They had all taken turns using him like a girl. They had turned him into a cunt. Once a boy has been cunted, can he go back? Can a teenage jock crawl back from the abyss of being turned into a fucking dick fucked cunthole? Could he ever date a girl again? There might still be a chance if the sick games stopped now if he could reclaim some of his strength, some of his masculinity.
His father stepped further into the room. Billy recoiled. The enormously swollen, although strangely only half-hard, prick wobbled and danced over the man’s hairy testicles.
“Oh, son, you’ll be happy to know that the films of you taking dog prick up your pussy and sucking on canine cock and nuts turned out well. I didn’t know, but four different dudes at the gym filmed it, so we have all kinds of different shots and angles. It’s real professional like. That means we won’t need to re-film it. I thought that would give you peace of mind. Of course, I would have loved to have gotten some shots of you licking and sucking the dog’s asshole, but maybe we can do that another time.”
“THERE WON’T BE ANOTHER TIME. THIS SICKNESS STOPS HERE AND NOW!”
That took all the strength that the eighteen-year-old boy could muster. His entire smooth, muscular young body trembled, and he farted a bit more dog cum.
“Son, as I said, this is all for your own good. You’ll understand eventually. Now don’t be silly and make trouble. Think how you would feel if sent that film of you sucking dog dick and getting fucked by your canine boyfriend to all of your friends at school. Think how you would feel if it were sent out all over the internet, especially with your name and address attached to it. Men from all over the country—all over the world—would try to hook up with you to suck the dicks of their dogs.”
“You wouldn’t! You wouldn’t dare. It would ruin your career too!”
The naked man moved closer to the bed. The pink flesh of his half-hard dick shone in the light from the hallway. He was strong and handsome, no doubt about it.
“Son, when I lost your mother, I lost everything. Do you think I am really frightened of a career shake-up? Besides, having a perverted son might create sympathy for me. I might be more successful than ever. I know that you can never replace your mom in my life or my bed, but I can’t tell you how, in these last few weeks, I have felt this alive in years. Working with you in this way has given me a new lease on life. I need you to do this for me, son. I have given up a lot for you, and now it’s your turn to repay some of that love and devotion.”
It was true. Up until a few months ago, Billy’s dad had been the perfect father. He had raised his son well. He had been loving, caring, and protective. Billy had worshiped him. The boy’s eyes filled with tears.
“Please, Dad, this isn’t right. This is very sick. Please don’t do this to me. No more, okay? We’ll forget about what happened. We’ll start over again. Please.”
“You have to get up and get showered and ready for your job interview, son. I want you to make a really good impression. We’ve got just enough time for you to give my big old dick a good morning suck!”
Billy began to cry. My God, how he had cried in these last few days. Imagine a big healthy teenage boy reduced to tears on a regular basis. Tears rolled down his cheeks and dripped from his chin. His lower lip trembled.
“Please, Dad. Please, this isn’t right. I’m not Mom. You can’t have me masturbate and suck you. It’s perverted. It will destroy us both. You’ve already made me do too many sick, filthy things. PLEASE!”
The fat dick head hung over the boy’s face. The fucker grew thicker and longer. The balls wobbled and danced in the leathery sack of their own volition. The man’s breathing became heavier, harder.
“Come on, son. Suck daddy’s big fat dick. You know you want to. You know you need it. Just like your Mommy used to do. Worship this big fucking dick that brought you into the world. Show it respect and thanks. Look, son, it’s leaking. The fat fucker is leaking pre-cum. That means he likes you. It means he wants you to kiss it and lick it and suck it.”
Oh, god! Oh, god! Such filth! Such perverted filth! To suck the dick of your father! To have it hanging and dripping over your teenage face! To have your father command you to lick and suck his fucker! The fucker that fucked your dear dead mother! It was such a big meaty fucking cock. So much dick skin. Such a huge pulsing pisshole. And those big hairy balls, rolling and dancing with each move each pulse of the pecker.
“Come on, son. We haven’t got much time. We have to get to your new modeling career. Just enough time for a quick lick and suck. Just enough time for some nice breakfast for you of good thick, rich daddy spunk! Time enough for you to swallow your little unborn brothers and sisters. Open up, Billy. Open up, and take daddy’s big mother fucking pecker into your sweet little girlie boy mouth!”
As if hypnotized, as if under some fucking spell, Billy opened his teenage boy mouth and moved his face in toward his father’s prick. The sweaty smell of the dick overwhelmed him. The smell and the sight of prick defeated him. Of his father’s prick. Of his father’s maleness. Of his father’s manhood.
Face it, Billy. Your father is more of a man than you will ever be! That was the harsh reality that was dawning on the boy. All those men at the gym, they were more macho, more manly than Billy could ever hope to be. After all, Billy had been fucked up the ass by a dog! Billy was a teenage dog-fucked bitch! Billy’s life was ruined.
The massive leaking daddy dickhead worked its way between the lips of eighteen-year-old Billy!
Billy was riding in his father’s car, dressed in nothing but a tiny red thong. The material was of a kind of mesh that allowed the flesh of his sizable teenage dick and balls to show clearly. There was no covering over his ass as well, and to make matters worse, the pouch was much too small. When Billy stood, wearing the thong, it did not even cover the very top of his dick root. About half an inch of boy prick showed. It was the most fucking obscene thing the boy had ever seen, and his father had insisted that he wear it and nothing else to his “job interview.”
Billy realized that his father had become totally unhinged. He felt a strange mixture of hatred and pity, of disgust and sadness for his dad, but the unspeakable things his father had put him through in the last weeks was not to be endured. Billy had to find a way out. He decided that as soon as he graduated, he would run away. At least he would have his high school diploma.
“Masturbate for me, son. Get it nice and hard and leaking,” His dad said most casually, glancing over at his trembling teenage boy.
“I just sucked your fucking dick. Isn’t that enough sadism for one morning?” Billy spat at his father, unable to control his anger and humiliation.
“Watch your language, son. That is no way to talk to your father who has given the better part of these last eighteen years to your welfare. I am not going to fuck around, Billy, you do as I say, or I send out those videos of you sucking dog dick! I wonder what your best buddy Trent would think of them.”
Billy slid the thin material of the pouch to one side and released his fat chunky teenage fucker and nuts. He began to finger the fuckmeat, and being eighteen, it started to thicken and lengthen at once.
“Spread your legs nice and wide when you beat your meat, son. Don’t be so fucking shy. You’ve got a great hunk of dick there. Be proud of it. Put your naked feet up on the dashboard and spread those legs.”
My God, but the boy was embarrassed. What if somebody looked over into their car? They would see his naked feet up and spread on the dashboard. And, God forbid, if they should pass a truck, the driver could look down and see the boy pumping his teen prick. All Billy could do was hope that they didn’t pass any trucks. The boy’s feet were big and sexy, a real jock’s feet. He was quite the hot sight, slouched down in the car seat, legs spread, hand working up and down on the fleshy skin of his teenage dick, his big balls bouncing and wobbling.
“That’s it, son. You have to learn how to make an impression. It will help you with your new summer job. But make sure you don’t cum. Got to save all that teenage boy ball juice until the right moment.”
What the fuck did his dad mean by that? Billy was confused. He pumped his pecker until the dick leak ran from his pisshole down over his hand.
“Jesus, son, you were always a leaker. That’s one of the things I love about you. Look at that dick leak. That’s plenty of lube for any cunt. Still, a teenage twat might have trouble taking the girth of your pecker. Your mother always complained about how thick my dick was. Shit, she’d given birth to you and everything, but she still complained that the thickness of my prick hurt her more than the length. I wonder which would hurt your asshole more, the length or thickness of my fuckmeat.”
How could a father speak this way to his teenage son? Billy’s head swam from the constant filth.
They were driving through an inner city neighborhood, a dangerous, troubled neighborhood when Billy’s dad suddenly pulled into a gas station. The man smiled and held out a credit card to the all but naked boy with the huge leaking dick.
“We need to get some gas. You pump it for me will you, son? Just fill ‘er up.”
“You cannot be serious, Dad! You cannot expect me to get out of the car and pump the gas. Look at that gang of black thugs over there. My god, do you want to get me killed?”
But the man just smiled and rubbed his own hard dick, which was straining for freedom from his jeans.
“Don’t give me trouble, son, just follow orders. Get out and pump the gas. You better adjust your pouch though, so you’re presentable.”
A terrible shiver ran through the body of the eighteen-year-old white boy. How could he get out of the car dressed in nothing but a tiny, almost see-through, pouch and pump gas with that gang of black boys watching?
“Now, son! I am not fucking kidding.”
Billy let out a little sob, took the credit card and got out of the car. He left the car door open, hoping that it would block the sight of his nearly naked body. And his fucking teenage prick was still half-hard in the tiny red thong. It pushed the goddamn thing out so far that his balls hung out. He tried to work as quickly as possible, but it was not long before the gang of healthy black youths spotted him. One of the boys hitched up his sagging jeans, flexed his chocolate muscles in his tank top, and sauntered over. He was a beautiful black youth, smooth and proud, and shiny as a new penny.
“Yo, man, what choo tryin’ ta do to our hood? What the fuck is dis shit?”
He pointed one of his gold bracelet arms at Billy. Billy’s Dad rolled down the window and smiled.
“Hello, young man. Sorry about this, but my son, it turns out is a fucking faggot, and I’m trying to teach him some manners. I figured a little humiliation might be good for him.”
The other black boys, six of them, some of them tugging at their full, fat crotches, had wandered over. They had that beautiful, arrogant slouching stroll that many black teens accomplish. Their right round asses were encased in brightly colored underpants that showed over the tops of their sagging trousers. They each wore very expensive athletic shoes.
“What shit is dis you sayin’?” The dark chocolate leader hissed. Billy froze, his smooth naked body trembling in fear.
“I said, ‘my teenage son it turns out is a dirty fucking cocksucking faggot.’ I don’t know what to fucking do. It’s like he’s no good for anything except taking dick up the ass and sucking fuckmeat. Tell me, what is a father to do with a son like that?”
Billy wanted to say something, anything. He wanted to scream that he was not a faggot. That he was straight. That he had been forced and coerced into this position. He was the victim! The black youths glared at him. Several of them smiled and showed off gold-capped teeth. The black leader smiled. He must have been about the same age as Billy.
“Shit, man, we can show a fucking faggot what’s up! We can ‘de-faggotize’ him in no time.”
All the black boys laughed. Billy’s father’s face lit up.
“Really, do you really think you might be able to help me? Oh, my God, I would be so grateful!”
“Well, da faggot might come back a little worse for wear...” The black youth drawled as he grabbed the fuck bulge in his jeans while the other boys roared with laughter.
“Oh, that’s all right. He’s only a faggot after all so as long as we can knock some sense into him, who cares?”
Billy could not believe what he was hearing. His father was selling him up the river! His father was going to turn him over to a gang of murderous thugs!
“Dad...please...for God’s sake...please, Dad!”
Billy’s dad turned his head sharply.
“Shut the fuck up, faggot. Men are talking here!” Then he turned his head back to the black teen and smiled again. “As far as I am concerned, there is only one thing a faggot is good for and that is sucking dick. Oh, wait, two things, sucking dick and taking nice big dick up the ass!”
The black teen grinned as he shook his head.
“Ole’ man, you forgettin’ faggots also good to be toilets. Ain’t no fun like pissin’ in the mouth of a white faggot boy! We had dis young white boy at our school for a while. His parents were all liberal and shit, so dey sent him to our black school. We fucked him up good. We used his mouth as the school toilet every fucking day. He had a mutherfucking nervous breakdown in two weeks.”
All the black boys laughed. The swollen prick of Billy’s father was leaking like crazy into his jeans. Billy stood at the gas pump with his hands trying to cover his dick that the tiny thong was barely containing.
“Hands at your side, Billy!”
The black boys now walked around to get a good look at the quaking teen. Billy wanted to cry but knew he mustn’t show weakness in front of these thugs.
“This is all just a joke, fellas. My dad is just kidding. It’s a joke...a prank!”
“Oh, this is no joke. My son is a full-fledged faggot, and he needs to be taught a lesson he will never forget. Imagine, I caught him trying to suck the dick of a six-year-old black boy!”
“Mutherfuck…no shit? Dirty rotten fucking piece of shit faggot. We teach him. We teach him good. We take him into the gas station toilet and teach him good.”
“You’ll have to hurry though. We have an appointment in an hour.”
Billy’s dad smiled as if giving his blessing. Billy lost it. He tried to run. Dressed in nothing but the tiny thong, he tore off across the gas station lot running for all he was worth. But those black boys were fast. They were mighty fast. They caught up to him in no time and dragged him back toward the gas station toilet at the side of the building. Billy tried to scream for help, but one muscular black kid put a large hand over the boy’s mouth.
“Have a good time, boys. Teach that faggot a lesson he will never forget!”
Billy’s dad had images of big black greasy pricks shoved down Billy’s throat and up his teenage ass. But he wanted to add one final touch to the sick scenario.
“Oh, by the way, have any of you healthy black teens ever taken a shit into the mouth of a white faggot?”
Billy’s dad was not totally happy. It turns out the gang of black teenage boys never did take a shit in Billy’s mouth. Many teens are squeamish about shit games, so Billy got off easy. He was simply mouth and ass fucked for six hours straight—and pissed on and in, of course. So the plans to take Billy to his new job had to be moved to the next day. When I say young Billy was pissed in, what I mean was that the well-hung black teens pissed not only into the boy’s mouth, but also up his ass. They filled the kid with so much piss that his tight smooth teen boy stomach was swollen out like a pregnant sow. Poor Billy thought he would lose his mind. His tender young asshole was still raw and stretched from his previous experiences and his throat was swollen and sore from having so much dick down it. His whole body ached, and he felt as if he were a hundred years old. His father was destroying him, and there was nothing he could do.
The black teens had been unusually rough on him. The guys at the gym had put him through hell, but they had not beaten him or kicked him the way the blacks had done. The thugs had forced the naked teen to crawl in a back alley, with Billy scraping and cutting his hands and knees on the cold, hard cement. They had kicked him with their expensive designer athletic shoes, kicked him in his big bloated boy balls. Billy’s nuts swung back and forth, a constant ache coming from his testicles and coursing through his entire body. One big black boy pushed the toe of his size thirteen athletic shoe up into Billy’s tender asshole.
They made Billy open his mouth and took turns gobbing spit into it. The taste was so disgusting that Billy had the dry heaves, so they slapped his face over and over. Billy’s head flew from side to side as the large black hands whacked his cheeks. Then the black thugs got into slapping his face with their hard black dicks. These dicks were mostly uncut with thick foreskin, leaking pre-cum all over Billy’s cute young face. Billy kept wailing at them that he had done nothing to them. Why were they hurting him? Why did they want to hurt him?
“Because your a fucking faggot,” the tall, lanky black youth, who seemed to be the leader of the gang, spat at him, grabbing Billy by the nipples and dragging him further down the alley.
“Please! I’M NOT A FAGGOT. I SWEAR, I’M NOT A FAGGOT!” Billy screamed until one of the blacks who had a severe early summer cold shoved a snot-filled hanky into his mouth.
Hour after hour, they worked on him with their dicks. Huge Negro pricks stretched his young asshole and prodded every corner of his inner rectum and colon. Somebody tied a shoelace around his prick and balls and they tugged on that mercilessly. His teen cock was stretched to the tearing point. Someone tied the shoelace to one of his big toes, so he was forced to hold his leg up, opening his vulnerable pussy even more.
The boy’s chest heaved and his full nipples looked ready to pop right off his chest. Horny black boys got on their phones and called their friends. Before the event ceased, Billy had taken twenty-four black dicks up his ass and down his throat. He was fucked ragged. He was out of his mind not only with pain but also with animal sex response. His throat was clogged with “nigga” sperm. Each time he coughed or cleared his throat, gobs of cum bubbled from his mouth. And this was before they started their pissing games. So much piss. Billy burped, and piss shot from his nose and mouth. He farted, and piss and cum spurted from his raw stretched asshole.
Billy’s father was upset that they had missed their date at Billy’s new summer job and told his son so while driving him home.
“I hold you responsible. You’re nothing but a cock hungry faggot. You should have more respect for your summer job.”
“But...but...but...you...you…made me,” Billy rasped, his voice gone from so much black dick.
Billy farted, and cum and piss spurted from the fluttering ass lips. The boy groaned, and his father was glad he had covered the passenger seat with plastic. More and more cum and piss and ass slime dribbled and squirted out of Billy’s sore asshole.
“Man, you are stinking up my car. When we get home, you are going to lick that plastic clean. You can’t even hold in your ass leak. That’s what happens when you have a faggot for a son! Your mother would be so ashamed of you.”
Billy did not know what to say. His mind was a horrible, confused muddle. The man’s hand snapped out and slapped young Billy hard. Cum and piss shot from the boy’s nose and dribbled from his lips. He groaned in pain.
“Masturbate your dick, you pathetic excuse for a son!”
Billy wailed again. “Nooo, please, I hurt so badly all over...please.”
“I SAID MASTURBATE YOUR FUCKING DICK! NOW!”
Billy’s shaking hand encircled his fat teenage prick and began to pump. WHY? WHY? WHAT HAD HE DONE TO DESERVE THIS NEVER ENDING HUMILIATION AND TORTURE? HOW COULD HE ESCAPE FROM IT?
“Harder! Beat your fuckmeat harder, but don’t you dare cum, filthy faggot! Son, I love you, but you’re seriously fucked up. I’m doing this for your own good!”
The swollen meaty enormous prick of Billy’s father was pushing out the front of his pants, as he drove and glanced now and then at his meat-beating, naked son.
“Jesus Christ, you stink like piss and cum. Did those nice boy shit in your mouth? I don’t’ smell any shit, except for the ass leak.” The hand slapped the boy again. “Did they shit in your mouth?”
Billy shook his head. His hand worked up and down the loose skin of his teenage pecker.
“Fuck! I really wanted you to taste black boy turd! Oh well, another time. It’s too late now to get you to your new job. Besides, you can’t go to work looking like that. You’d never pass the interview, so we’ll have to try again tomorrow.”
And now it was tomorrow! A new day, and new horrors awaited poor young Billy. The abused kid stretched his lean naked body and groaned. He had been forced to get up six times during the night because of his ass leaking sperm, ass slime and piss. The pain of even touching his ass lips with his fingertips was almost unbearable. Billy lay in the bed and cried, but it was a tearless cry. All of his tears had been shed. His beautiful eyes were red and sore. His body trembled. He could not stand it any longer.
The bedroom door opened and his father stood there, naked and aroused. The man’s huge swollen dick leaked a long string of pre-fuck down toward the floor.
“Good morning, Son. Rise and shine. It’s time to go in for your summer job interview. We got a bit distracted yesterday, didn’t we? Still, I know a young faggot needs his fun. Crawl on over here, Son. I need my dick sucked.”
So once again, young Billy was forced to suck the meaty fucker of his father. The prick that gave Billy life thrust down his throat, leaking fuck scum. His own dad’s fuck was Billy’s breakfast. After Billy had swallowed his father’s fuck, he was told to shower and dress. Today’s “dress” was a light blue silk thong. Billy knew it was useless to object to the obscene costume, so he worked the tiny prick pouch up over his young muscular body and tried to stuff his big boy genitalia into the tiny piece of cloth. His balls almost fell out, and some of his dick root was visible over the top of the thong.
With one arm flung around his naked shoulder, Billy’s dad ushered the boy out to his car. Billy felt so utterly vulnerable, his big bare feet slapping the driveway pavement. Teenage boys are naturally shy and awkward about their still-developing bodies. Billy had nothing to be shy about since his prick was larger than the average boy of his age, and his lean body was finely defined. His skin was smooth, and he was quite a beautiful boy. At school, jocks as well as cunt looked at him with admiration and often lust. But recent events had given the boy a nervous, haggard demeanor. He was becoming a nerve-jangled mess.
When they were on the road, Billy’s father once again ordered him to masturbate. A defeated boy once again began beating his fat fuckmeat. A boy of his age and with his good looks should be fucking cunt every night. He should be looking forward to a fucking hot summer, plowing his teen pecker into teenage girl pussy and asshole and mouth, but instead he was being treated as if he were a fucking cunt himself. He was being used like a cunt.
“Get it leaking, and make sure you soak that pouch with pre-fuck.”
Billy masturbated his fucker and soaked the prick pouch. They pulled up outside what looked like an old factory building.
“Now, here’s the deal, son. You need to do everything you can to impress your potential employer. You had better not fuck this up, or those photos of you sucking doggie dick will go out to everyone. You need to succeed at this job. Don’t let me down. Now here’s what I want you to do. I want you to remove the cum-soaked thong and put it in your mouth. Then I want you to enter the building and crawl on your hands and knees up the stairs to the second floor. Make sure you crawl properly with your back arched and your legs spread so your balls swing. Your new employer will be waiting for you. He’ll interview you and show you the ropes of your summer job. Don’t fuck up with this Billy or you will be one very, very sorry young man!”
Billy’s dad put one large hand to the back of the boy’s head and drew him in for a long, wet tongue kiss. His dad’s tongue sloshed around inside his son’s sweet mouth. Then, the man licked his son’s face. He fingers tugged and worked the boy’s big sore nipples. They tugged and twisted the teen boy titties. Then the man’s hand went down to give the teen prick a few hard tugs. The prick was hard and leaking. Billy was a real leaker. His breathing grew heavy. Billy’s dad tugged the blue prick slop soaked thong down from the boy’s hips. The boy lifted his big feet as his dad worked the prick pouch from his body, and then it was shoved into his mouth, a portion of the blue ass strap hanging out between his lips. Then Billy’s dad forced a slender pink stick up the boy’s asshole. Billy did not know what it was for. The car door opened and Billy was shoved out onto the pavement.
Billy ran to the building and through the heavy door to face a high narrow staircase with a landing. His breathing was ragged and heavy. His slender tight tummy fluttered. He stood there naked, and then he knelt down and began to crawl up the stairs. He felt like some kind of animal, which is exactly what he was becoming. He shook the tears out of his eyes and spread his strong young legs to make sure his balls were swinging. He felt the cool air of the stairwell on his sore asshole with the pink stick shoved up it. He began to crawl up the stairs. At the top, he heard a door open. Billy was terrified.
“Well, well, well, you must be John’s faggot son Billy. John said I’d recognize you from the cum soaked blue prick pouch hanging from outta your mouth!”
Billy knelt there on all fours, naked, humiliated and scared, looking up at the muscular fair-haired giant of a man standing in the doorway. He was good-looking, no doubt about that. Probably in his early twenties, dressed in a tee shirt so tight that it looked sprayed on. Billy could see the man’s six-pack and his solid pecs and even his large nipples right through the tightly stretched, thin, mint material. The handsome dude also wore jeans that looked sprayed on with an enormously obscene dick bulge that appeared almost grotesque. Billy stupidly looked up at the man, the strings of the blue cock pouch hanging from his lips like spaghetti.
“I’m Lew,” the giant said with a killer smile—straight sparkling white teeth set off by a cocky strong jawline. “John says you are going to be working here two or three times a week for the summer. That’s good because we don’t like too big of a gap between broadcasts. Our clients lose interest if a faggot isn’t on every few days.”
Cute eighteen-year-old Billy had no idea what the man was talking about. Billy’s head wasn’t ever very clear recently. Considering all he had been through—all the suffering and abuse—sometimes it felt as if he were moving in slow motion through a too fast spinning world. Lew walked around the naked teenager to get a look at the boy’s butt.
“Nice ass. I’ll bet there is a delicious pussy hidden in that crack. I see that your dad already loaded you ass with one of our pink sticks.”
Billy had forgotten about the slender pink stick his father had shoved up his cute boy ass just before he pushed Billy from the car. He had no idea what it was for.
“I don’t know what it’s for,” the cute kid said, his speech garbled by the pre-cum soaked dick pouch.
“The pink stick? Oh! It’s for this.”
He pulled a small remote out of his tight jean pocket and pressed the button. A shock of terrible pain shot through young Billy like a knife was slicking through his guts from his asshole. The boy fell to the floor and clutched his stomach and groin. The pain coursed through his entire body. It was like nothing he had ever felt. Then Lew pressed the button again, and the pain stopped.
“That’s to keep you in line. Any time you step out of line—or crawl out of line,” Lew laughed at his own little joke, “you get this reminder. Of course, some of our customers love to give the boys a charge just for fun to see them squirm their cute young teenage bodies. At a low voltage, the pink stick can be quite pleasant actually. It can send an erotic pulse through a boy that makes his whole body tingle and his young dick vibrate, but as you can see, the voltage can be set quite high, and it can become terribly painful as well. Say, that’s some hunk of teenage fuckmeat you have there.”
Billy had rolled over in pain, and now his thick leaking dick was on view. The fat hunk of teen boy fuckmeat seemed to impress Lew. With one black leather booted foot, he gently prodded Billy’s legs further apart so that he could get a better look at the eighteen-year-old fucker.
“Yeah, that’s a real beauty. The customers are going to go nuts over that. It looks a bit sore though. You been jerking off a lot lately?” Lew waited for an answer, and when he got none, he prodded the boy’s large nut sack with the toe of his boot. “Take that fucking pecker cloth out of your mouth and answer me, boy!”
Billy spit out the wet dick thong and coughed. “I...my dad makes me masturbate a lot...he...and the guys at the gym...and yesterday I was made to service these black dudes...and...” Billy was at a loss for words.
“Can’t get enough cock, huh? Yeah, John said you were a real dick hungry faggot.”
“No...eh...Sir. It’s all a mistake. My Dad, he’s…eh…going through something...something mental…and he...well…he forced me to...oh God…I can’t even explain.”
Huge tears once again filled Billy’s beautiful teenage boy eyes.
“Listen, faggot. Your Dad is one of the finest dudes I know. You’d better learn to respect him. He says ‘jump,’ and you say ‘how high!’ Well, you’ll learn discipline working here. A boy here has got to stay focused and on his toes—sometimes literally on his toes.” Lew chuckled again. He was a pretty witty fellow. “Hey, your dick is shrinking, probably from fear. Take it easy. This job can be easy if you get in the swing of it. Many of the boys actually love the work. Masturbate your dick hard and leaking again!”
“Huh?” Billy said his vision cloudy with tears. He had no idea what was going on. It was like a surreal nightmare.
Lew put his fists on his slender hips and bent over slightly. “I SAID, ‘GET YOUR FUCKING PRICK HARD AND LEAKING AGAIN!’ THAT’S HOW I LIKE TO SEE IT WHEN YOU ARE WORKING. DO YOU HAVE A HEARING PROBLEM?”
“Oh...god...” the poor boy moaned. “No...I...I just don’t understand...I don’t know what is going on.”
“Get your teenage faggot fuckmeat hard and wet and then I will take you for a tour and show you what is going on. I’ll give you a personal guided tour, BUT I WANT YOUR PECKER STIFF!”
The eighteen-year-old boy put one hand to his thick meat and began to pump. Christ, it felt like he was beating his meat ninety percent of the time now. He was always being told to masturbate by someone. He began to pump his thick fucker, the skin sliding back and forth and the large balls swinging. Sex. The whole fucking world had suddenly turned to nothing but constant sex. Constant sick perverted sex. When would the horror end?
Lew did not miss the beautiful muscles in the boy’s arm as the kid pumped his pecker. Yes, sir, Billy was one beautiful boy. He would earn lots and lots of money. It wasn’t long before the teenage fucker was standing up fat and meaty and long and throbbing. A drop of pre-fuck appeared almost at once at the boy’s pisshole. It was so fucking embarrassing for young Billy. Whenever he was forced to beat his meat in front of anyone, and there had been lots of that in recent weeks, he noticed that his breathing became heavy and labored, his tummy fluttered, and his pecs expanded, making his large nipples stand out! He was quite an erotic sight.
“Stand up!” Lew snapped, glancing at his watch. “We got to get you streaming. I promised them a brand new boy today, and you’re it. The more money you make for us, the more money you make for your dad. He has instructed us that your paycheck is to go to him. Obviously, an air-headed young faggot like you cannot be fiscally responsible. You’d probably spend your entire paycheck paying guys so you could suck their dicks.”
“You’ve got it all wrong, sir!”
Billy was so fucking frustrated that no one seemed to listen to or believe his side of the story.
“Oh, really, you fucking pansy loser? I’ve seen the photos of you slurping on a dog’s dick! How sick is that? But it might come in handy working for us. I’ll bet your teenage breath stinks permanently of dog dick and balls and asshole. But I don’t care, as long as you bring in the money. Oh, bend over at the waist and spread your ass cheeks. I wanna check out your pussy.”
“Please, sir. I don’t want to work here. I can’t do this. Please!”
“Your dad says all I have to do is push a certain app on my phone, and that dog sucking photo goes out to every guy in your high school. Is that what you want? I don’t have much time or patience. I got thirty boys at a time to run here, and all those streaming broadcasts to monitor. I’ve only got two guys to help me run this shift. So I don’t really give a shit about your plight, or your cares or your fantasies. It’s a job, faggot. You come here two or three times a week and do your job, and if you make over a thousand dollars a day, we all go home happy. And I give your daddy a good report. NOW BEND OVER AND SPREAD YOUR FUCKING ASS CHEEKS AND GIVE ME A LOOK AT YOUR PUSSY!”
He had hollered the last part with such a deep, commanding voice that young Billy obeyed instantly. He bent over at the waist, moved his legs apart to spread his muscular young ass cheeks open. This action caused his bloated dick to throb and a long string of pre-cum to hang from his pulsing prick head. Jesus, Billy was a beautiful young creature. The kind of kid you want to ruin totally.
Lew bent down slightly to get a good look at the boy’s asshole rosette. The ass lips were puffy and swollen from getting fucked so much recently. The hole itself looked like it had been stretched quite a bit too. Lew prodded the pucker with his fingers.
“Holy fuck, your cunt looks like it’s been ridden hard. You must be a real dick slut. That didn’t all come from dog dick. Of course, there are the other photos. The ones of all the good looking muscle dudes plowing your mouth and ass like you were some two-bit street whore. Jeez, if those photos ever got out. Wow! And the funny thing is, in most of the photos, even the doggie fucking ones, you look like you are really enjoying it—totally getting off on getting a tummy full of dog cum and jock jizz. Your dad says you are such a fucking slut that you walk around most of the day with fuck slop leaking out of your pussy. Doesn’t everything you eat taste like cum and ass?”
It was true. At the most unexpected times, Billy would find himself making a face because he tasted the lingering flavor of cum or dick or ass. He would also swear that he smelled man ass or balls too. The memories of the horrors Billy had suffered enveloped him and brought them back to life. He had wondered if others could smell the stink of the armpit, ball, and ass odors on his face. Imagine walking around smelling cock constantly even if it was only a lingering memory and not reality, and for poor Billy, reality and fantasy were getting more and more mixed up. He told himself that he had to pull himself together and get through graduation. Once he had his degree, perhaps he could run away and start a new life on his own.
Billy winced. Lew had one thick finger pushed up to the first knuckle into Billy’s boy pussy. The kid’s asshole was sore from all the black dick he had been forced to take the previous day. He let out a groan and a sigh. And then, suddenly the finger was removed and the pink stick re-inserted.
“Well, kid, time to go to work. Let me give you that tour I promised you. You’ll soon get the hang of it. Each of you boys has your own private room to telecast from. Welcome to “TALKABATE!”
Billy and Lew went down the hall. Billy was totally naked with the pink electro-shock stick shoved up his teenage asshole. As they moved down the hall, Billy took a look through the open door on the right. What he saw shocked him.
He saw a slender boy, of about fifteen, wearing glasses. The boy was naked on a bed, but it was what he was doing that transfixed Billy. The kid was shoving a huge ribbed dildo in and out of his young ass. Billy could actually hear the suction of the rubber dick as it pulled at the kid’s rectum and inner ass lining. There seemed to be no lube on the rubber prick. The boy’s chest heaved with the exertion of the ass fuck. Then Billy heard a loud “ding” sound, like a cash register or a bell of some kind, and another and another. Lew smiled at Billy’s thunderstruck expression.
“That sound you hear is the money coming in. And the boy on the bed is Tad. Tad’s fans are sending in money to see he fuck himself with the dildo. They send in requests for various acts for him to perform for them. The more extreme or perverted the act, the more money they have to send in. You see that screen on the wall? That’s how Tad gets his commands. We monitor the requests so that nothing too damaging or grotesque is asked. Whatever appears on the board, Tad does. For example, look up there now!”
Billy looked up at the display screen.
“PULL THE DIRTY DILDO OUT OF YOUR CUNT AND SHOVE IT IN YOUR MOUTH!”
Billy noticed an incredibly sad look on Tad’s cute young face. Somehow the boy’s eyeglasses made him look even more vulnerable and innocent. The boy tugged the long ribbed rubber prick from his teen asshole, leaving the hole looking red and raw. He brought the ass-slimed rubber dick to his mouth and began to suck on it. He gagged a little, and the bell sound began to ring again.
Lew laughed. “Oh boy, that brought the money in.”
The dinging sound continued as the young teen boy sucked on the dirty artificial cock.
“KEEP SUCKING ON THE ASS SLIME DICK WHILE YOU SHOVE ANOTHER DILDO UP YOUR CUNT!” another request displayed on the screen.
Young Tad picked up a second dildo, this one as thick as his wrist and about ten inches long, and forced it up his gaping boy shithole or his cunt as the customers seemed to call it. Billy gasped as he watched the boy plugged at both ends. The bell rang again and again.
Billy was startled as a muscular naked man of about twenty-five, sporting a huge dick, brushed by him and entered Tad’s room. He carried a large glass of yellow liquid. The stud waved at the hidden camera, smiled and held up the glass. Then he set the glass on an end table next to the bed. The muscular hunk then stood to one side, his half-hard dick hanging a thick nine inches over a large set of balls.
“REMOVE THE RUBBER PRICK FROM YOUR MOUTH, DIP IT INTO THE GLASS OF PISS AND THEN SUCK ON IT.”
Billy held his young breath. The fifteen-year-old teen seemed emotionally upset. He looked at the screen with a miserable expression on his face. Then he held the rubber dick with shaking fingers and dipped it into the glass. He pulled it out covered with urine and then began to suck on it. Billy could see that the boy looked sick to his stomach having to suck on the piss prick.
“DRINK THE GLASS OF PISS, YOU FUCKING FAGGOT WHORE.”
Young Tad reached for the glass with a shaking hand. He took the glass of dark yellow man pee and brought it to his mouth. The kid’s pretty face grimaced. His full young lips trembled. His cute nose wrinkled at the smell of the piss, but he opened his mouth and began to drink the foul liquid. As he watched, Billy could almost taste the strong acrid pee going down the boy’s throat. Billy watched Tad’s tummy flutter at the taste of the urine.
The ringing bell went on and on as more and more money flowed in for TALKABATE.
“BOUNCE ON THE DILDO UP YOUR CUNT WHILE THE DUDE SPITS IN YOUR FACE!”
Tad’s hand shook, and he dropped the empty glass onto the bed. He knelt and began to bounce up and down on the thick rubber prick up his boy pussy. Tears rolled down his eyes. They were tears of pain, but also tears of humiliation and shame. The naked stud walked up to the bed, reached out and lifted the boy’s face. Tad was very, very beautiful. The stud leaned in and began to spew gobs of spit into the boy’s face. Thick spit ran down the boy’s cheeks and into his mouth. Tad trembled and gagged. More and more gobs covered Tad’s face until he wore a mask of spit.
“Don’t worry, Billy. Tad’s been here for a few weeks. We’ll start out easy with you. We won’t’ get to this point for a few weeks.
“TAD, HOLD YOUR FACE UP SO THE STUD CAN SLAP THE FUCK OUT OF IT.”
The bell rang, as the muscular hunk began to slap the soft young face of fifteen-year-old Tad. Billy held his breath. How could the boy take this? Then Billy felt Lew’s hand on his shoulder.
“Come on, Billy; time to put you to work.”
He ushered the boy down the hall. Billy was so overwhelmed that the stopped and stood stock-still. Lew reached out and grabbed the dark haired teen by his heavy boy dick and balls. He tugged on them to get the boy moving again.
“Come on, Billy; time is money. We don’t want to have to use that shock-reminder up your pussy. Be a good boy, and everything will be fine.”
Billy heard a moan coming from behind another door. A massive, muscular black giant, with a dick that must have been at least a foot long and as thick as a baseball bat, came sauntering down the hall. He turned to a door on Billy’s left and opened it. Billy was horrified to see a naked boy no more than twelve years old kneeling on the bed. The bell in that room was going nuts. The little boy looked at the black man and started to sob. Billy studied the thin naked little body. He saw the boy’s small stiff dick. The kid as of yet had no hair on his little body.
Billy felt Lew tug hard on his teen dick and nuts.
“Let’s go, Billy, we’re wasting time.”
Lew opened a door on the right that was empty.
“Here you are. This is your own private room. There’s your screen. You don’t have to do much today except just expose yourself to your customers. You wear a tiny mike in your ear that allows me to monitor your actions and your requests. For today, all you have to do is answer the questions the customers will ask you, so they can get to know you. You are to masturbate while you chat with them.
“You’re not to cum, but you also must not let your dick go soft. If your dick goes soft, you’ll feel a tremendous shock in your guts. You don’t want that. So, all you have to do is jerk your prick for the guys watching. You have to jerk your prick for six hours. Jerk your prick so the camera can clearly see it. And make an impression on your new friends. When your cock leaks, make sure you lick it up.
“Answer all of their questions in detail. Answer everything. They’re going to ask you very intimate questions. Make sure you give complete answers for your profile. At one point in the future, you’ll be put on a lie detector, and if your answers don’t match what you tell your customers today, you’ll be punished. If during the next six hours, you need to piss, piss in that glass bowl next to the bed. Make sure everyone can watch you do it. Time to go to work, kid!”
“Hold still, son, or I’ll cut your pussy lips by mistake.”
Billy’s dad was shaving his son’s asshole. Imagine an eighteen-year-old boy getting his asshole hair shaved by his father. The boy was on his back on the bed with his legs up in the air and spread, his big feed twitching and his toes curling while his father lathered and shaved the hair from the ring around Billy’s ass lips. Billy hated it when his dad called his asshole his pussy. What straight boy of eighteen wants their father to call their asshole a pussy? Billy could not understand why his father and his father’s sick twisted friends like to call a boy’s asshole a pussy. It did not make any sense to the young, good-looking, muscular boy.
“Shaving the balls and the entire area around the balls and pussy was an excellent idea. It’ll look damned hot on camera. Should bring in some good money.”
Billy’s dad was referring to Billy’s new job at “Talkabate,” a sex website where customers interacted with masturbating boys. Only from what Billy had thus far witnessed, “Talkabate” went a lot further than other websites. Anyway, Billy was getting the hair shaved off his intimate parts so they would look more appetizing to the viewers.
“Dad, please, couldn’t I get a different job? I do what you want all the time. Can’t you cut me some slack here?”
WHAP! Billy’s dad slapped the kid hard on the nut sack. Billy howled.
“It’s for your own good, Billy. We have discussed this all before. The money will help me with house payments and help you with college costs. You know I don’t like it when you talk back or get mean spirited. Keep those legs spread, son. I want to put some cream on your pussy lips.”
The handsome middle-aged man scooped two fingers full of some kind of good smelling cream. Billy’s legs were starting to ache, but he knew better than to talk back to his dad. Ever since Billy’s mom had died, his dad had gone crazy. That was the only way to describe it.
“This is the kind of cream that puffs up the facial skin and takes away wrinkles. It also moisturizes. On your pussy lips, it will puff them up, so they look really beautiful.
“MY ASSHOLE!” The eighteen-year-old wanted to scream. “IT’S NOT A PUSSY, IT’S AN ASSHOLE!”
But he didn’t. He just lay there while his own father rubbed his puffy ass lips.
They were not at home. They were at the place where Billy worked. His shift would start in a few minutes. Today he was to work a twelve-hour shift—twelve hours of sick, perverted sexual deviation. On the wall was a monitor, so the customers could message him. The idea was that he was to perform any reasonable acts that the paying watchers asked for. When a customer paid, Billy heard a loud “KA-CHING!” The more they paid, the more sick things he had to do. It was a living nightmare.
“Sit up, son. I want you to look your best. Here let me fix your hair. The customers like a slightly disheveled look. Like you’ve just been fucked and are in a fuck crazy mood. Here now, this other cream goes on your nipples.”
“Dad, please, my nipples are—”
WHAP! This time he slapped Billy’s cute face.
“This cream will perk up your titties. It will make your nipples extra sensitive. You’ll feel a tingle through your whole body like you feel when someone gently stimulates the pink stick we put up your pussy. But remember, if you don’t obey a customer’s command, the pink stick up your pussy can also give you great pain. We don’t want to do that, but we can’t have a naughty boy, can we? Now you do a good job today, and after your shift, we’ll go to that burger joint you like so much for a double with cheese!”
A green light was blinking, meaning that Billy’s would soon be live online. John had just a few more minutes with his son. He stood up, undid his trousers, and let them fall around his ankles. He wore no underwear. His big fat pink dick popped out straight, a bead of pre-fuck bubbling out of the pisshole in the large head. Shaving his son’s pussy had worked him up.
“Just quickly take care of this, son, and then I’ll leave you to your work.”
Billy’s heart fell into his stomach. He hated having to suck his Dad’s cock. He had to suck it practically every morning now, and he thought today that he might get some relief, as he was working an early shift at “Talkabate.” But no such luck.
The fat dickhead pulsed a few inches from Billy’s mouth. Billy knew what he had to do. He lifted one hand, cupped his dad’s loose, leathery balls, and began to roll the nuts gently. His mouth moved in toward the dickhead, and the boy stuck out his tongue. He lapped at the pre-fuck. Before he swallowed it, he lifted his head to show his dad the cock sauce on his tongue. John smiled and nodded. After swallowing the pre-fuck drops, Billy began to lick the swollen cockhead, it twitched—a living muscular pulsing thing. Billy licked up and down the shaft of his Dad’s dick. He had to work quickly today, and that was a blessing. Sometimes John made his son work orally on his fuckmeat for over an hour. Up and down the prick shaft the boy’s tongue went. Then it darted down, and Billy bathed his dad’s big balls with spit. Billy’s dad chuckled and rose up onto his toes a bit. Fuck, it felt good. The dick twitched more, and Billy just managed to catch a new string of pre-fuck hanging from the pisshole. The boy was in mental and emotional agony. Most boys his age had girlfriends—were fucking cunt—and here Billy was sucking his father’s pecker. Billy made sounds with his sucking mouth like the taste was delicious. His dad demanded that. The friends of his dad enjoyed that too when Billy was made to suck them at the gym or elsewhere.
The monitor flickered and showed the face of Lew, Billy’s boss. “Hurry up, kid, and get your old man off; you go on air in a few minutes.”
God, he was being watched. Lew, and who knows whom else, was watching him suck his own father’s dick!
“Your first gig today is a private show!”
For lots of extra money, a customer could get a private performance.
“The freak wants a needle show! In the drawer of the desk, you’ll find a box of two hundred needles. The freak wants you to stick the needles where he tells you to. Mostly he’ll want you to stick them into your dick and balls. It hurts sure, but the needles are thin enough that no real damage is done. He’ll probably want you to stick some through your titties and maybe into your feet since the bottoms of the feet have lots of nerve endings, and it’s really painful. Every needle you use makes us more money. So try to ignore the pain and think about the end goal. Oh, and if you run out of needles, ring, and we’ll bring you another box.”
Billy could not believe what he was hearing. He could not do this, but he knew he had no choice. Obviously, his dad had heard, because he arched his back, grunted and shot a huge load of fuck down the throat of his son.
Billy sat there somewhat in shock. His father had brought the formerly normal teenage jock to this somewhat ridiculous and disgusting place. He knew that hundreds of men were watching him, looking at his naked teenage body. Men paid money to look at him, paid money to tell him what to do, paid him money to use him over the internet. He sat there in the small cubicle room, looking up at the cameras. He had to spread his strong young legs wide in order not to jar the long needles sticking into his genitals. That’s right. He had needles in his genitals. And this was only his second day of work here. He could not believe he had ended up here, like this, all because of his father’s deranged obsession. His toes curled as the needles in him stung and burned.
Can you imagine how he must have felt, having to shove long thin needles through his nipples and into his dick and balls? He had not only ever done anything this sick before, but he had never even seen anything this sick before. He blinked and looked up at the screen.
“STICK A NEEDLE IN YOUR DICKHEAD!” someone had suggested.
A paying customer, so it was more than a suggestion. The sound of coins rattled, meaning that someone had put in money to see his desires played out. Cute young Billy blinked again. IN HIS DICKHEAD? The six needles already in his dick were through the skin in his stalk, not actually going into the meaty center of the prick. The eight needles in his ball sack went only through the sack skin, not actually into the nuts themselves. Still, the burning sensation was significant. It felt as if his dick and balls were on fire, not to mention his fine young tits. But holy fuck did it turn the viewers on.
KA-CHING! KA-CHING! KA-CHING!
The money came rolling in. They wanted to see this fine young man taken apart, mentally, emotionally and sexually. Billy lifted his semi-hard dick as carefully as he could. It was a beautiful thick fucker, long and thick even in its semi-erect state. Sure, they had given him Viagra, but the pain of the needles had taken some of the hardness out of his sexually aroused prick.
“STICK A NEEDLE IN YOUR DICKHEAD,” the message blinked.
With trembling fingers, Billy lifted another long slender needle. He put the tip of it against the swollen pink of his cockhead, right in the meaty part near the pisshole. Tears filled his beautiful young eyes. Billy’s sweet face took on a grotesque grimace as he shoved the needle into his pecker head.
In another room, John, Billy’s father smiled and grunted, masturbating his own gigantic fucker as he watched his son’s self-torture on the large flat screen TV on the wall. Billy’s father pumped his swollen prick furiously while pre-cum bubbled from the pisshole and dripped from the cockhead.
“That’s the way, boy. That a way, son. I knew you had it in you.”
“That kid is going to be a real money-maker,” commented Lew the attendant on duty. He too was beating his wet fucker which was a bit smaller than John’s but still formidable and of a darker hue and greasy. “Jesus, just imagine the things we can make him do! How did you ever train him so well?”
“It’s really all happened rather recently since his mom died. I realized that I had certain feelings that had remained unexplored most of my life, and that now was the time to examine those feelings. One thing led to another.”
There was some blood, just a little where the long sharp needle pierced the swollen teen dickhead. Billy had been told to wipe the blood away, so the viewers could clearly see the pin puncturing into the cockhead. Billy looked down at his pincushion fuck meat and nut sack. He could not go on like this. He had to find a way out. His father’s unbalance had brought Billy to this abused, molested, tortured state. Billy thought about the men at the gym and the terrible things they had done to him. Would such men do absolutely anything just to shoot their loads and empty their balls? Is that what controlled their lives? Did these men live only for a fuck? Billy knew that in high school there were times he felt as if he were living only for a fuck. After all, teenage boys think about sex most of the day and night. BUT IS THERE NOTHING MORE TO LIFE? IS FUCKING ALL THAT MATTERS?
“SHOVE A NEEDLE RIGHT INTO ONE OF YOUR NUTS!” a request came.
Billy’s jaw dropped, and a bit of saliva rolled from his lips to his chin and then off onto his chest, but then the screen flashed, and a new message came up.
“COMMAND NOT TO BE FOLLOWED. TOO EXTREME AT THIS TIME. PERHAPS IN A FEW WEEKS.”
In the other room, Lew had pushed a button and two naked boys not older than thirteen or so had entered and dropped to their knees to suck the dicks of two men watching. Lew slammed his wet sloppy fuckmeat deep into the throat of his boy in one thrust, but John ordered the boy to lick and suck his nuts for a while first. John liked to make his sex play last a very long time, often to the consternation of the boy servicing him. The kid lapped at the loose dangling fuck sack. He bathed the nuts in spit and sucked lovingly at the man’s ball hairs. John continued to beat his meat, dripping pre-fuck onto the laving boy’s face.
Back in the other room, Billy sat there breathing hard, praying that this session would soon be over. He still had to go to the gym after work, and God only knows what horrible abuse awaited him there. And to think that his father expected him to work in this perverted place all summer. By the end of the summer, what would be left of him? Was his Dad trying to destroy him? Eighteen years old and his life was so fucked up, so twisted.
“STICK SOME PINS IN YOUR ASS CHEEKS!”
And then some instructions from his boss, “Roll over and get up on your hands and knees, ass facing the camera. Keep your legs spread, so the pins in your balls show. Stick four pins deep into your ass globes.”
Billy shook the tears out of his eyes and struggled to his knees, as his genitals throbbed with pain.
In the other room, both men watching the screen now had their fat leaking dicks deep into the throats of the boys sucking them. The faces of the kids were pressed hard against the groins of the two men, burying the youthful noses and cheeks into the wiry pubic hair of their face fuckers. Lew had his pants down around his ankles, and the boy sucking him had his young hands on the meat of Lew’s muscular ass globes. Lew could feel the boys tongue, lips and throat massaging his needy fuck tool. There was honestly nothing better on earth than the feel of a boy’s mouth on your pecker. Lew glanced up at the screen. Poor young Billy had three needles embedded in his ass cheeks, long thin trails of blood running over the ass contour and dripping down.
“KEEP YOUR LEGS SPREAD WIDE AND SHOVE SOME NEEDLES INTO YOUR BALL SACK FROM THE REAR!”
Billy’s teenage sack swung back and forth with the effort. The pins already in his ball bag flesh stung and pricked with each move. He moaned like some kind of bitch in heat. That’s what he was now—a teenage bitch! A teenage bitch for men to use. Sweat dripped from his balls. Kneeling as he was, when he moved, his ass globes parted, giving the viewers a good look at his pulsing teenage asshole. What sight on earth is more beautiful than the asshole of a teen or younger boy? The fresh needles entered the back of Billy’s scrotum, and one of the pins actually pressed briefly against the nut inside the bag. My god, it hurt!
“SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR CUSTOMERS AND FRIENDS. TELL THEM YOU’LL SEE THEM IN TWO DAYS.”
Thank god, the session was ending. Always leaving them wanting more.
In the other room, John grabbed the hair of the sucking boy and yanked. He slid his throbbing prick out of the boy’s mouth, arched his back and blasted his fuck all over the face of the boy.
“AHHH!” he groaned as he slopped the kid’s face full of fuck snot. He yanked harder on the kid’s hair, and the boy opened his mouth. A huge glob of cum shot onto the boy’s tongue and coated his lips. He blinked up at the cumming man with dick-snot-coated eyes.
The only thing wrong with cumming was that it took ten minutes or so before you wanted to fuck again!
Lew pulled his fat sausage out of his kid’s throat and mouth and began to slap the boy’s face with the dick. That sent the man over the edge, and he blasted his load on the kid’s cheeks, lips, nose and then the rest into the lad’s mouth. This was the eighth load of fuck the boy had swallowed today. He had already been ass fucked twice, and this was his off day. The day when he did not have to go on “live” to entertain the gentlemen. No, on his day off, he was used by the staff and crew of Talkabate!
The thirteen-year-old boy’s name was Clark, and his older brother had told him that if he just worked there a few months, they would have enough money to strike out together and head to the west coast. His brother never even visited him anymore. Clark slept on the floor in the corner, on a bunch of towels. Later in the week, Lew had set him up to do a doggie show where he would suck two large dogs before the dogs fucked him. Lew told the boy he would pay him double. Little Clark was still terrified.
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