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Bukkake Party

WARNING: This work contains derogatory racial slurs.
(MB) (anal, oral) (humil, tort, viol) (nc)

Definition of Bukkake: In feudal Japan, adulterous women were taken by their fathers down to the beaches and buried up to their necks in sand. Local youths would then take their turn to force her to perform fellatio on them, punching her in the face should she resist/bite.


I explained to my eleven-year-old son that it was to be a bukkake party. I had him in the middle of the room tied up with no shirt on. I thought the nigger guests would like that. I had not arranged for the party. That had been done by Mr. Spector, who had connections with lots of thugs and black street low life. I only had the star, my eleven-year-old son Tad. Tad had been the star of several other parties and did not like them very much. He cried for days on end, as the parties grew nearer and nearer. I always made sure I told him a party was coming up so that he would suffer appropriately. I loved to watch my son cry. In fact, I do not think a day has gone by since his mother (“that slut”) left that I have not made the little shit cry at least once or twice each day.

 

The titty torture party had been fun, my guest putting stronger and strong clamps on my boy’s tender pre-teen nipples, listening as his voice gave out from screaming and turned from a high-pitched squeak into a hoarse howl. After they tortured his tits for a couple of hours, they went to work on his little pricklet and his tiny marbles. All the while, he had a dildo up his ass attached to an electric battery. We kept fooling around with the voltage, watching the little cunt boy jump.

 

Now, he sat tied up in the middle of the room as the niggers filed in. Holy shit, I got excited just watching. Mr. Spector provided free drinks for them. I had to pay twenty dollars a nigger. It was awesome—one hundred niggers in the same room. Teenage black thugs, bearded bums, fat black bucks, you name it. They drank and talked about the little slut boy who was going to be the star of the show.

 

“Okay Tad, show time.” I smiled as I untied him and led him to the plastic contraption in the center of the floor. “This is a bukkake box. You just relax now and be a good boy.”

 

He was shaking terribly, his little teeth chattering. His tiny nipples, stretched and rubbery from previous work had shrunken into pebbles.

 

“Please. Dad,” he said, but I shushed him and rubbed my hand lovingly across his head, playing with his short choppy haircut.

 

“Okay, Tad, take off your pants for these nice men.”

 

Even though we were going to use Tad’s face and mouth at this party, I wanted the boy bare-assed, as it was more humiliating for him that way. I liked to keep him feeling as degraded as possible. Homeschooling him had allowed me to take him all over the country, offering his ass and mouth to many strange men. Not many eleven-year-olds traveled as much as he did. How lucky the little cunt was.

 

Tad slipped his black pants off, revealing his smooth, hairless legs, his soft, tight, round, little boy ass, his tiny pricklet, and his baby balls. His nuts would drop any day, I could tell, and then we would have a whole new area to have fun with him. He stood on bare feet, jumping nervously from one foot to the other.

 

“Now, Tad, lie down on the floor for us, will you? And put your head in that plastic box. Think of it as a space helmet if you want. You see how your head fits in that hole there so we can fix the box, so it’s nice and tight. Now, I promise to keep the lid of the box off so you can see and hear, and breathe too. I know you can’t move your head from side to side. That’s the idea, honey. We want you to hold your head real still.”

 

At a signal from Mr. Spector, the one hundred niggers stripped bare-assed naked as well. My Lord, I have never seen so many dicks in my life. There was not a cock less than nine inches, so help me God. I don’t know where Mr. Spector got them. The dicks were thick and veiny and swollen and fat and black and purple and some of them dripping already.

 

They had all been instructed not to cum for a week, but I cannot swear that they all followed instructions. Not for a lousy twenty bucks. Shit, most of them probably fucked two or three times a day, especially the thirty or so teenagers present. We started the video cameras going. Tad was squirming. Even though he could not move his head, his legs and arms were twisting and flapping with fear. His little naked body was really pretty that way.

 

“Now, Tad, here’s what I want you to do. Keep your mouth wide open. Don’t swallow until I tell you to, okay? Now, be a real good boy, or we’ll have to have a punishment session.”

 

And so we started. The first nigger, a handsome man of about thirty with a well-muscled body and a ten-inch dick, stood over the boy’s head and started to beat his huge black hunk of fuckmeat. I noticed the other blacks were also pumping and playing with their dicks so we could move rather quickly. Soon, the first nigger was ready to unload, and he did, a massive gusher of jig scum, all over Tad’s pretty little face.

 

“Fuck yeah!” I shouted, and the blacks cheered.

 

Nigger sperm covered Tad’s face. It ran into his eyes, over his mouth, and down his cheeks. The nigger shot a second spray of sperm right into the boy’s mouth.

 

“Hold it in your mouth, Tad, don’t swallow.”

 

Tad hated the taste of cum, so I knew he wouldn’t swallow unless he had to. He was totally repulsed by sperm, so, of course, I made sure he ate it every day. I mixed it in his food and drink and even made him brush his teeth with it. I made him clean dirty condoms that I got from some ghetto buddies of mine from a trash dump behind a fuck motel. Sometimes, I fed him dog cum.

 

The first jig had barely finished than a teenage kid of about fifteen with a long thick dick screamed that he could not hold it anymore and he ran up to the box and unloaded, long ropes of cum, hitting Tad right in the nose, going up his nostrils, choking him. The first guy moved away, and a third guy stepped in, an older fat man with a really thick prick.

 

As the teenager finished, the old man stood there, fingering his prick as it twitched and danced. The old man had one of the largest loads of the day. He shot it right in my boy’s mouth; it looked like a fucking lake of scum.

 

“Okay, Tad, you may swallow now!” I said.

 

I watched my son make a face, as he swallowed the awful tasting sperm. More guys moved in around the bukkake box. Three guys beat off at once now, and all came at pretty near the same time. My kid’s face was like a porcelain mask, fuck scum half an inch thick covering it completely. He was sobbing and begging me to let him up, please. Cum was beginning to pool in the bottom of the box, around his neck and ears.

 

They kept coming. Nigger after nigger jerked off onto my son’s eleven-year-old face and in his mouth. More and more of them shot off right into his open mouth, and he could not swallow it all. It bubbled up and out and ran from his nose. He started to look like an epileptic or a retard with his mouth hanging slack and his eyes wandering. I kept him swallowing every five or six cocks so that his mouth was always full to the brim with dick snot. I reached down and gently played with his little dick and asshole as more and more guys unloaded on and in his face.

 

By the twentieth guy, my son’s tummy was starting to swell from the cum he had swallowed. I pressed on his stomach gently, and he moaned with pain. Four more guys were shooting on his face. The cum now formed a lake around his head. I leaned up over the sweet boy’s beautiful face.

 

“You’re doing really well, Tad, baby, only eighty loads to go.”

 

I now had my dick out, and I was masturbating too. All the niggers were hard and leaking. The room smelled of sex. They kept jerking off on my boy’s face. At thirty, the boy started to get cramps. It was beautiful watching his naked young body jerking around like a puppet. Mr. Spector suggested we give the kid a rest.

 

“Nothing doing,” I responded. “My boy can take all one hundred!”

 

I reached down into the box scooped some fuck slop up with my fingers and fed it to my son. Tad was delirious. He sucked the cum from my fingers. At forty, he looked pregnant. He kept jerking with convulsions or from shock. One of the niggers was a doctor and said we would have to pump his stomach. I said all we had to do was punch it really hard and he would puke up enough cum to allow us to continue. So I had some of the teenage niggers punch Tad hard in the tummy and gut. They had a really good time, and sure enough, he puked up gallons of cum into the box, so much that the cum now was almost cheek level.

 

“There. Now he can swallow again just fine. Next!”

 

Tad’s mouth opened and closed like a hungry baby bird. He could make no sounds now except a kind of low throat rattle. I pinched his tits and dick to keep him alert.

 

“Come on, Tad, baby, make me proud of you. Make Daddy proud.”

 

I took his hands and wrapped them around my dick so he could masturbate me while four more black dudes jerked off on his pretty face. Then one clever, smart-assed teen had a really cool idea. He squatted down over the box and shoved his dick into my son’s mouth. He ordered my boy to suck his big black prick. It was a beautiful sight. I resolved at that moment to make sure my son sucked lots of black dick every week.

 

By the time we reached sixty, the kid’s stomach was swollen again as if he was nine months pregnant. The cum in the box was up over his face, so only his nose and mouth were visible, and he had to keep swallowing in order not to drown. I had shot off twice and added my spunk to the box. Two nigger teens were playing my son’s swollen belly like a drum.

 

One nigger youth of sixteen asked if he could shove his prick up my boy’s ass. Since he had already shot off on the boy’s face, I did not see why not. So the ten-inch teen prick rammed my boy’s rectum. Soon, the niggers who had already unloaded on his face were lined up to take a crack at his little boy ass.

 

Two niggers knelt and put my son’s hands on their swollen dicks, and he jerked them while more guys unloaded on his face. He started to convulse again, so we had to make him puke up the cum he had swallowed. As there was no more room in the box, I scooped it up in jars and told them I would have him drink it at home.

 

We reached a hundred. And twenty-six guys also fucked Tad’s eleven-year-old ass. He was pretty much out of his mind for a couple of weeks. He did not speak, would not eat, and acted like he was in a trance or something. His ass was a fucked up, stretched out mess. Every day, I fed him glasses filled with rancid old nigger cum. I told him it would make him healthy and strong.

 

I covered all his food with a copious coating of cum. He did not resist. He just kind of tuned it all out. It’s no fun to play with a boy who does not care, so I decided we would have to try some electric shock therapy. It was right about then that his balls fell. He was a big boy now! He started to come around a bit, and I knew that he would recover for more fun and games.