Extreme Stories » Card Games
“I’m fucking bored,” said the man in the rear seat of the hatchback, as he took a deep drag on his cigarette. “I’m fucking horny and bored,” he said again.
There were three men in the car, and they were all in their middle twenties. The one who had just spoken was called Tim. He had blonde hair (probably bleached) as had the other two. The driver’s name was Kevin while the front passenger was named Gus. All three men were clean-shaven and well-built but not fat. They were all dressed in similar garbs of tight t-shirts, blue denim trousers, and heavy boots. Their t-shirts were stretched across their muscular chests, and their nipples could be clearly seen pushing against the thin material.
“I’m fucking bored,” Tim repeated.
Gus looked around and said, “I guess we all are feeling that way. I know what’s wrong we’ve had no boys to play with for a while.”
Kevin spoke up, “You can say that again. I’m as horny as hell, and I can’t remember when my cock was last up a kid’s ass. I need a boy pussy real bad.”
Tim laughingly replied, “You’re always in bad need of a fucking kid’s asshole. I agree though that it is certainly is time that we found ourselves a boy to play with.”
“Yeah,” Kevin said, “we’ve all got a week off from work. What say we find ourselves a young boy and play our card game with him?”
Both Tim and Gus immediately agreed to the suggestion.
Tim was quick to add, “If we have the boy for the week, then I vote that he’s no older than ten and preferably nearer five or six.”
“You’re really hot for very young boys,” Gus said, “I bet that if you could make us go along with you, the kid would be more like three. As for me, I say he should be seven or eight.”
“I’m with Gus on this one,” Kevin said. “I think that eight would be great although seven to ten would suit me fine.”
“I give in,” was Tim’s laughing retort. “Let’s keep our eyes open for a likely boy. We’ve got our sack in the back. I’ll reach over and get it, so we’ll be prepared.”
The hatchback did not have the back shelf that concealed the luggage area. Tim was able to reach over the back of his seat and grab the sack that was lying on the floor. The sack had two sets of cords attached to it in strategic positions as will be seen later.
As the car drove slowly along Gus said, “I think that we should leave the snuff cards out until almost the end of the game. Remember what happened the last time when one was selected on the second day. That kid would have lasted several more days if it had not been for that fucking card.”
Again, the other two men agreed. They all wanted to enjoy playing with the boy for as long as possible. They turned into a quiet road. It was a residential area with houses on either side of the tree-lined street.
“Look,” Gus hissed, “that’s a fucking boy playing on the sidewalk. He looks around seven years old.”
Just then, a lady came to the door of the house and shouted out, “Jason, come into the yard. I’ve told you not to play in the street.”
“Okay, Mommy,” the boy called back in a high voice. He started to pick up his large action man car as his mother went back into the house.
“Let’s grab the fucker,” Kevin said. “Get ready with the sack, Tim.”
As Kevin stopped the car alongside the little boy, Tim opened the car door and jumped out as the boy looked up. Before the kid knew what was happening, the sack was over his head and upper body, and he was bundled into the back of the car. Kevin immediately drove off as Tim shut the car door with the struggling boy lying across his lap. The whole abduction had taken less than thirty seconds, and the car disappeared around the corner with nobody about to notice anything amiss.
The boy’s cries could be heard although the sack muffled them. Tim now tied the first set of cords that were on the outside of the sack around the boy’s neck. The second set of cords further down the sack he tied around the middle of the boy’s body. The boy’s legs were kicking up and down as the kid lay on Tim’s lap. The man put his hand on one of Jason’s bare legs (the boy was wearing shorts) and slowly worked his hand up the leg, past the knee, and on until it was between the boy’s bare flesh and the material of his shorts. Gus looked around and saw what Tim was up to.
“No fucking around in the car with the kid. Put him on the floor and give him a kick to make him shut up. There’ll be plenty of time for him to scream and cry when we get the little bastard home.”
Tim laughed and pushed the kid onto the floor.
“Shut your noise up fucker or I’ll fucking stamp on your fucking head,” Tim said to his young victim.
The result of those kind words was for young Jason to scream even louder.
“Shut the fucker up,” Kevin ordered, “I don’t want that fucking noise while I’m driving.”
Tim raised his booted foot and kicked the boy hard in the ribs.
“Shut your fucking noise up bastard,” Tim snarled, “or next time I’ll kick your fucking head in.”
Jason immediately stifled his cries not wishing to get another painful kick.
The kidnapping had been carried out successfully. Not a soul had seen it happen and nobody had even noticed the car in the vicinity. The men were leaving the town as Jason’s mother went to her front door to call her boy indoors again. They were well out of the area as the frantic mother found her son’s action man car where the kid had dropped it when he had been abducted. They were nearing their own home where they lived together in a nicely appointed detached and secluded house when the frantic mother alerted the police to her missing boy. They were putting the car into their garage and removing the boy to carry him into the house when the police began to put out an alert regarding the missing boy.
Inside the house, they took the boy to a special room set aside for their pedophile activities. Tim was carrying the kid, and he dumped him onto the floor. Then he leaned over the silent bundle and untied the cords before pulling the sack off the kid. Jason, disheveled and blinking in the intense light, lay on the floor at the feet of the three men. He had a mop of brown hair, the most adorable deep blue eyes, rosy cheeks, and lovely ruby red lips. The boy’s teeth were small and very white, and he had a firm looking chin. To finish off his appearance he had a pert upturned little nose.
Jason managed to gasp out in a squeaky and frightened voice, “Where am I? I want my mommy.”
Kevin spoke to the boy. “Forget your mommy, Jason. You’re going to play a game with us. It’s a game of cards. I’ll tell you all about it later but first we men must get undressed.”
“I want to go home, take me home,” the boy wailed. Then amazingly he added, “How do you know my name? I don’t know you.”
Gus spoke to the boy this time. “Stop that fucking noise and don’t ask to go home again. This is your fucking home now. We know all about you including your name. Now, shut the fuck up while we get undressed.”
The three men bent over and removed their heavy boots. Then they removed their socks. Next, they all simultaneously removed their tee shirts. Jason’s eyes were wide open as was his mouth as he lay looking up at the men who were standing around him as they stripped off their clothes. He could see that Tim’s chest was covered in black hair, Gus had virtually no hair on his chest, and Kevin had a light covering of fair hair. All three men had wonderfully defined pecs, and their nipples were large and standing erect. Then, again all together, the men unfastened their leather belts, unzipped their denim trousers and let them drop to the ground around their ankles before they stepped out of them.
As the boy lay on the floor with the three almost naked men towering above him, he was petrified with fear. All he could see were three men standing above him. Their underpants were tented as their hard cocks tried to break loose from the restrictive fabric. The men had gathered in a tight knot around the boy, and their tented briefs appeared like a roof over the terrified boy’s head. He started to wail and cry.
“I WANT MY MOMMY,” the boy shouted. “I WANT TO GO HOME. TAKE ME HOME TO MOMMY NOW,” he screamed in fear.
The men laughed as they made a looser circle around the kid.
Gus replied to the boy, “You can beg for your mommy as much as you like. You’re ours now, you little fucker. You’re what we call a sex toy, and you have a tight little boy-pussy that we intend to stretch quite a bit. Now, bitch, just shut up and enjoy yourself.”
Young Jason did not understand much of what the man had said. He continued to cry as he observed the men carefully.
The three now slowly lowered their underpants. Gus had a pair of red jockey shorts. Kevin and Tim were both wearing y-fronts. Kevin’s were blue while Tim’s were black. As they lowered them over their hips, hard erect cocks came into the boy’s view. Jason had never seen anything like this before. He was so startled that he ceased to cry as the underpants were lowered. The men’s big hairy balls could be seen swinging below their giant cocks. They quickly dropped their underpants the rest of the way down their legs and stepped out of them. The three men now stood around the boy completely naked. Jason looked with wide-open eyes at the men’s big cocks. He could not drag his eyes away from the sight of something he had never seen before.
Kevin had the most massive fuck rod of the three. The erect cock was nine inches long and uncircumcised. A hairy bush, a light yellow in color, surrounded his balls, which were like two golf balls in size. His magnificent cock head was leaking pre-cum, and a drop dripped onto Jason’s upturned face.
Next in cock size was Gus. His cock was seven inches long, circumcised, and with a nice bag below holding his plum-size balls. He had a brown bush although, in truth, the bush was quite sparse. His cock head was dry although the cock was hard and throbbing with excitement.
Finally, there was Tim’s cock. It was only six inches long, but what it lacked in length it made up for in thickness. It must have been four inches thick and was uncircumcised. His balls were large, about the size of tennis balls, and he had a very heavy bush of black hair.
Jason just could not get over the sight of these naked men. He had never seen a man’s cock before, not even his father’s since sis father, being a bit of a prude, made sure that he was always covered when his boy was around.
Kevin now spoke to the boy. “Okay, Jason, it’s your turn now. We can’t play cards until you’re undressed so take off your shoes and socks.”
The boy started to snivel as he sat up and began to remove his footwear. After a couple of minutes, he was barefoot.
“Now, take off your tee shirt,” Kevin ordered. “Stand up to take it off.”
The boy got to his feet and started to remove his yellow tee shirt. As he pulled it over his head and dropped it onto the floor his abductors feasted their eyes on his bare upper body. He had a slender body with thin arms. He was too young for his muscles to have started to develop and his chest was, of course, entirely hairless. He had two tiny pink buttons with teeny tips. These were his boy nipples. His belly button stood out from his body. It was like a small knob.
“How old are you, Jason?” Tim asked as he licked his lips at the sight of his half-naked victim.
The poor little boy, choking back his sobs, replied in a quavering voice, “Seven, mister. Please, I want to go home.”
All three men smacked each other’s hands in triumph.
“Just about the ideal age, I guess” was Gus’s reaction and the other two men nodded in agreement.
“Okay, now off with your shorts,” Kevin said.
“Just a moment,” interrupted Tim, “let him stand on the table while he removes his shorts and underpants.” As he spoke, Tim lifted the four-foot tall boy onto the table.
“Now take off your shorts,” Kevin ordered again.
“Do I have to?” Jason whined. “I don’t want to take all my clothes off in front of you. It’s not nice.”
“Fucking shit,” Gus snarled. “Listen, you little bastard, we’re all fucking naked, and you will be the same. Now get those fucking shorts off before I knock your fucking head off.”
Young Jason was shocked by the man’s words, not the foul language that he did understand, but by the sheer ferocity in the man’s voice. It chilled the kid to the bone. Without wasting any more time but still sobbing, Jason unbuttoned the waistband of his shorts, unzipped them, and let them drop around his ankles. He then stepped out of them. The boy was wearing a pair of yellow briefs. They looked small on him. His white legs were scrawny but a delight to the men’s lustful eyes. They could hardly wait for the boy to remove his briefs.
Tim spoke this time. “Take off your pants and hand them to me,” he said in a hoarse voice.
Tears ran down Jason’s face as the boy in a pleading voice said, “Please, mister, don’t make me take my underpants off. Please don’t make me show you my willy. My daddy will be angry if he knows that I have got undressed in front of you.”
Tim’s voice shook with lust as he answered the kid’s request. “Get your fucking underpants off right now, and fuck your bloody daddy. You belong to us now, and it does not matter what that bastard thinks. You will do what we tell you. Now, get those fucking underpants off at once.”
As Tim shouted those last words at the top of his voice, young Jason quickly obeyed. He rolled his briefs down over his hips, down his legs, and around his ankles. He stepped out of them, picked them up, and handed them to Tim. Tim grabbed those yellow underpants, still warm from the boy’s body, and held them against his nose as all three men looked at the naked boy standing on the table in front of them.
Jason had a tiny cock; soft it was only one inch long. He was much too young for his balls to have dropped. His scrotum was tight against his body. Of course, the kid had not got a single hair on his body which was soft and white. His buttocks were small and not yet fully developed, but they looked adorable to the men’s eyes. His little crack concealing his anus was crying out to be explored by a boy lover.
“God, he’s beautiful,” Kevin said in a strangled voice.
“Fucking ripe for the plucking or should I say fucking” was Tim’s coarse reply.
“Shit, fellows,” Gus said, “we should have some terrific fun with this fucker. He’s innocent, a virgin, and just the right age and size for us all. I’m in love with the bitch. I can’t wait to start playing games with the little cunt.”
Jason was standing on the table naked in front of the leering men. He felt embarrassed and tried to hide his tiny pecker by placing his hands over it. Tim knocked the boy’s hands away quite roughly and said, “Don’t fucking hide your cock, bitch. It belongs to us now. Your whole body is ours as you will soon find out.”
The boy stood on the table a miserable little wretch. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and he started to sob his little heart out. He kept repeating time after time, “I want my mommy. I want my mommy. I want my mommy.”
Kevin said to the crying boy, “Listen, fuck pig, you can cry as much as you like. We all love it when you little bastards cry. Now, I will tell you this one last time. Do not mention your fucking mommy again.”
Then Kevin turned to his mates and said, “Come on, let’s get the fucking card game started. I can’t wait any longer.”
“Good idea,” replied Tim. “My cock can’t stand much more of this waiting about.”
Gus lifted the boy from the table and told him to sit on one of the chairs. The three men sat at the table with him after Tim had gone to a cupboard and produced what appeared to be a pack of playing cards. He addressed Jason.
“Now, cunt, this game is simple,” he said. “I have a deck of cards here. Each card has a picture and a written instruction. You get to draw a card from the pack. Whatever that card tells us to do we must do.”
Gus waited a moment to let his words sink into the confused boy’s brain. Then he continued to brief his young victim.
“You can shuffle the cards before you draw one. Do you know how to shuffle cards?” Gus asked.
Jason nodded his head and said, “Yes.”
“We have no idea what the card will tell us to do. It may be bad for you, or it may be good, but whatever it says, we perform it. You will be choosing what we do to you so you cannot blame us for what happens.” He waited again for a few moments and then passed the cards to the boy. “Shuffle the deck, draw a card from anywhere in the pack, and then read out what it says. You can read I hope. If not, you’ll lay the card face up on the table.”
The frightened and unhappy boy mumbled, “Course, I can read. I’m not a dummy.”
“Wow,” said Tim, “a bit of spirit. That’s what I fucking like, kid. I love boy bitches that try to fight back. I really love showing the cunts who the master is.”
“Come on, cunt,” Kevin said impatiently. “Shuffle the fucking cards and draw one from the bloody pack.”
Jason now took the cards in his tiny hands and made quite a good job of shuffling them. Then he drew a card from the pack. His face turned chalk white, and his body started to tremble as he tried to read the words on the card. He had lost his voice and could not speak the words aloud.
“LAY THE FUCKING CARD ON THE TABLE,” Kevin roared at the poor boy.
Jason laid the card down face up. It showed a boy bending over with a man’s big cock up his asshole. The instruction was explicit.
“The man with the shortest cock will fuck the boy’s asshole for ten minutes.”
Tim gave a whoop of joy.
“I get to take the fucker’s cherry,” Tim yelled in triumph. Then in a quieter voice, he said, “Fuck, it’s only ten minutes. That’s hardly time to get my cock up his asshole.”
“It will be hard work for you,” Gus observed enviously. “The card did not say to use lube, so it looks like a dry fuck to me. Do you agree with that, Kev?”
“That’s right. It must be a dry run,” Kevin said. “The rules are clear. You only do what the card tells you to do.”
Tim now told the boy to get up off the chair, and he led him across the room to where, what looked like a side table, stood. It was not very wide, about two feet across and about six foot long. He made the boy bend and lie with his chest across the table while his feet remained on the ground.
Jason was still crying bitterly, but now he was also saying, “Don’t hurt me, mister. Please, don’t hurt me.”
The boy had seen the picture on the card of the man with his big cock stuck up a boy’s asshole. Now, Jason knew what the men meant when they said that he was going to be fucked. It frightened the shit out of the boy.
Tim was comforting the young kid as he prepared him for the great moment to come. He walked around to where the boy’s head was protruding over the far side of the table and pulled the kid’s arms down towards the floor. The legs of the tables had metal rings just above floor level with cords attached. Tim tied a cord to each of the boy’s wrists. He then went to the other side of the table where similar rings and cords were attached to the table legs. He tied the other end of each cord to the boy’s ankles. As he was doing this, he was speaking to young Jason.
“Don’t worry, slut,” Tim said. “Your boy-pussy is just ripe for plucking. You will soon love the feel of my cock up your pussy, and you will be begging me not to stop fucking you.”
Then he asked Gus and Kevin to tighten the cords attached to the rings so that the boy’s limbs were stretched as far as they could possibly spread. This meant that the kid’s body was held firmly in place. His arms and legs were stretched, not only down as far as they would go to the floor, but also as wide apart as they could be made to go as the legs of the table were six feet apart. The crack formed by the boy’s buttocks was now stretched wide open, and Tim could see the boy’s lovely rosebud. He continued to speak lovingly to the frightened and crying young boy.
“Just look at my cock, now that’s not too big, is it?” he said waving his thick hard cock in front of Jason’s face. “In a moment, my lovely little boy bitch, I’m going to shove this up your asshole. That is known as fucking, and lots of little boys love to be fucked by men’s big cocks.”
Now Tim moved to the boy’s rear. Jason’s legs were stretched apart quite obscenely so that his anus was forced to stand out.
“My time begins from the moment that I press my cock against the fucker’s shithole and not a minute before,” Tim called to his fellow boy lovers.
Tim was anxious not to lose a second of the ten minutes fucking time allocated to him. He fingered the boy’s asshole but was careful not to wet his finger or to press it into the boy’s rectum. The penalty for not sticking to what was written on the card was severe. Whoever failed to comply with the instructions lost their current go and also forfeited their next turn as well.
After a couple of minutes of fingering the outside of the boy’s asshole, Tim said to the kid, “Okay, bitch, I’m ready to fuck you now. You’ll love this as I can’t waste time. I’ve only ten minutes to get my cock up your asshole and give you a really good fuck.”
A last desperate plea was wrung from the boy’s lips. “Please, mister,” he begged, “don’t do this. Please let me go home. I’m only seven years old, and I don’t want you to hurt me. Please let me go, mister. Please, let me go.”
Tim laughed and said, “Fuck off, bitch. You’re our sex toy. Just see how much you love this, my little darling.”
With those words, Tim pressed his thick cock head against the boy’s tight asshole and began to push. It seemed quite impossible that a tiny little shithole like Jason’s would ever accept a cock as thick as Tim’s cock. The boy was crying but so far had felt no pain. Tim’s cock could not force its way into the kid’s asshole. Tim pressed harder with his cock, and the poor boy’s sphincter gave way. It allowed the man’s cock head to enter the boy’s secret passage. As that thick purple ramrod entered the boy’s tight hole, Jason let out an almighty scream. It seemed to start from his toes and work right through his body until it emerged from his mouth. A long, loud scream of sheer agony was wrung from the poor kid as Tim’s thick cock head started its journey of bliss.
“Lovely,” Tim breathed, “so fucking lovely,” and he pushed harder against the boy’s asshole forcing an inch of the shaft of his cock into the screaming boy’s back passage.
Kevin and Gus were sitting watching. Their eyes were full of envious lust as they saw Tim taking the boy’s cherry. They loved the way the boy screamed; it was music to their ears. Both of them hoped from the bottom of their hearts that the boy would draw the next card naming them as the one to fuck his boy-pussy.
Tim was in a world of his own. He could hear the boy’s screams in the background, but he was intent on forcing as much of his cock up the boy as he could possibly manage in his allocated ten minutes. He felt the hot furnace of the kid’s intestines as his thick cock forced its way up the boy’s fuckhole. It was ripping and tearing the fine silk skin covering of Jason’s pulsating back passage as it forced its way ever deeper into the screaming boy.
Kevin shouted, “Five minutes to go.”
Tim, sweat pouring from his body, continued to ram his love stick up the kid’s shit channel young Jason started to shriek.
“STOP, PLEASE STOP YOU’RE SPLITTING ME IN HALF. PLEASE STOP I BEG YOU OR YOU’LL KILL ME. PLEASE, MISTER, STOP. I CAN’T TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS.”
Tim pushed harder, now four of his six inches were inside the boy’s body.
“You don’t want me to stop, slut. You want me to keep on fucking you. I know what you really are saying, you fucking boy bitch. I know you want my cock up your boy pussy forever.”
Tim gave another lunge forward, and now six inches of his four-inch-thick cock was inside the screaming boy.
Kevin and Gus were kneeling very close to the action. They marveled at the manner in which young Jason’s asshole was stretched around Tim’s thick cock.
Kevin announced, “Thirty seconds left.”
Tim gave a last desperate plunge. The entire length of his six-inch cock was now buried inside of the boy. His big balls were pressed hard against the flat cheeks of young Jason’s asshole.
“Twenty seconds,” Kevin called out
Tim began to pull out of the screaming boy.
“10, 9, 8, 7,” Kevin called out as the seconds ticked away.
Tim had almost got the whole of his cock out of the boy’s tight hot asshole.
“6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, times up,” Kevin called out.
Tim pulled his cock from the boy with a loud plop. It was just like the sound of a bottle being uncorked.
“Fucking shit,” Tim said, “that was great but it just ain’t right. God knows what it’s done to my health having to stop like that.”
He did not mention what it had done to the still screaming Jason. Tim’s hard cock was covered in blood and shit. The three men did not appear at all concerned with blood and shit trickling from the boy’s asshole. And, in truth, they were not. The boy was here to service them and if he got hurt or injured in the process, well then just too bad. He would be having a lot worse done to him before the week was out providing he drew the correct cards.
Gus gave the boy a sharp slap across the boy’s buttock using the palm of his hand. “Stop that fucking screaming, bitch,” he said. “You aren’t being fucked at the moment.”
“My bottom hurts,” the poor boy wailed. “I hurt real bad inside my body too. I’m hurt real bad. Please get me a doctor. Please, mister, I need a doctor.”
“Balls,” replied Gus, “you’re just a little sore because you’ve just been fucked. It’ll soon wear off, and then you will feel terrific.”
“We may need to leave him tied up like this so we should not set him free until we know what the next task is,” Tim pointed out.
The three men now had a short discussion. They decided to unfasten the boy’s right hand so that he could draw another card. They picked up the pack of cards that now had one card missing. Once a card had been drawn it was not returned to the pack so that it would not be used again. Tim untied the boy’s right arm as Gus shuffled the cards in front of Jason’s face.
“Now, bitch, pick another card. I wonder what treat you’ll choose this time.”
The tearful boy cried out, “NO, NO, I WON’T. YOU’LL ONLY HURT ME. I WANT TO GO HOME. LEAVE ME ALONE AND LET ME GO.”
Kevin crouched down so that his eyes were on the same level as those of young Jason.
“Listen, you dirty little slut, if you don’t pick a fucking card, we will pick one for you, and it’ll make no difference in the end as whatever is on the card we will do. However, if you don’t pick a card when we tell you to, then when we have finished playing with you for the day, we will fucking whip or cane you. That is a fucking promise, bitch. So, the choice is now yours.”
Kevin stood up and moved aside as Gus again offered the pack of cards to the boy.
“Draw a fucking card, shit head. This is the last time that I ask,” Gus said to the trembling boy.
Young Jason stretched out his shaking hand and drew a card from the pack. Crying bitterly, but without reading the card, he tried to pass it over to Gus.
“No, fucker,” Gus said refusing it, “you told us that you could read so fucking read what the card says.”
Jason took back the card and looked at it. Then he gulped and started to read, “Kevin is to fuck the boy with a fourteen-inch dildo for thirty minutes. He may use lube on the dildo to assist.”
The picture was of a boy bending over with a huge dildo halfway up his asshole.
Once again the picture left Jason in no doubt as to what was about to happen. Once again he started to scream and shout as Tim retied his right arm.
“LET ME GO. LET ME GO,” the frantic boy screamed. “PLEASE, DON’T HURT ME ANY MORE. PLEASE, LET ME GO HOME.”
“You are at home,” Kevin said complacently as he went to a drawer and removed a giant dildo.
It was, as the card had ordered, fourteen-inches long. It started at the head no more than a quarter of an inch thick, but it thickened gradually until it was five inches across at the base. It had a ring set in the base to enable it to be pulled in and out with ease. Kevin also took a tube of lube from the same drawer and started to smear it over the dildo.
“You’re fucking lucky,” he said to the boy. “This is not the biggest dildo, and the cards don’t always allow the use of lube.”
Having greased the dildo, Kevin was careful not to spread any on the boy’s asshole. The instructions on the card had to be complied with, and no deviation was permitted. As Kevin pressed the tip of the dildo against Jason’s sore asshole, it slipped into the boy very easily. The fucking that Tim had given to the boy only a few minutes previously had opened the boy’s asshole very nicely. Tim and Gus pressed close in to watch the fun. They wanted to see how long it would take to get the whole fourteen inches of the dildo up the kid’s asshole. As Kevin pushed against the base of the long dildo the first six inches entered the boy very smoothly. The lube was doing its job. Even though the kid’s asshole was very sore from his earlier fucking, the dildo did not make him feel any the worse.
“You like being fucked don’t you, bitch?” Kevin whispered to the boy. “You love having cocks and dildos shoved up your asshole.”
As the man whispered to the boy, he pressed hard on the artificial cock forcing a further two inches into the kid’s shithole. Now the thickening shaft was beginning to cause the boy some discomfort despite the lube smoothing the way. Young Jason began to cry aloud as the pain started to build up inside him.
“I’ve hardly started fucking your ass with this dildo,” Kevin said very quietly to the crying boy. “Fucking hell, bitch, you will soon love it so much that you’ll be calling for more. I think that we were wrong about you being a virgin.”
Kevin pushed another inch of the dildo into the kid’s backside. As the thick shaft stretched the boy’s asshole most painfully, Jason started to scream. This did not deter Kevin in the slightest. He was a boy lover and knew what kids liked. He was doing Jason a real big favor by showing the boy how good it felt when he had a big dildo stuck up his asshole.
“I think that your daddy has been fucking you,” Kevin said to the screaming boy. “I think that he probably fucks your asshole every day. That’s why you can take this dildo so easily.”
With that, he shoved another two inches of the fake cock up the distraught boy’s asshole. Jason now had eight inches of the fourteen-inch dildo inside him. His asshole was stretched tight around the thick shaft. The sight was so erotic that Tim and Gus almost shot their loads on the spot. They managed to control themselves.
“NO…NO…NO,” the young boy screamed, “MY DADDY’S A NICE MAN. MY DADDY DOESN’T FUCK ME.”
It was the first time that the boy had used such a bad word. The men were already beginning to corrupt the young boy. Kevin pulled the dildo a few inches out before thrusting it back up the kid’s intestines. Jason shrieked with pain as nine inches of the dildo penetrated his asshole. Once again Kevin pulled the dildo down the boy’s shit tube then slammed it back up
“Is that how it feels when daddy fucks your asshole? Do you like this dildo as much as you love your daddy’s big cock?”
The boy could not reply as he was in too much pain to speak coherently. His asshole felt as if it would split as the fake cock was buried deep in his guts. Kevin pulled the dildo down once again, almost all the way out this time
Tim announced, “Halfway through, fifteen minutes left to go.”
Kevin looked up from his task, smiled, and then said, “Well, I want to fuck this bitch real good, so I’d better get the whole of the dildo inside him.”
He shoved it back up the boy’s guts. Seven, eight, nine inches went into the screaming boy. Kevin pulled ten inches of the dildo from the kid’s body and thrust as hard as he could. This time the whole dildo went inside young Jason. The boy almost passed out from the pain, but he was not to be granted such relief and remained conscious.
“Fucking hell, just look at that,” Gus said with awe in his voice. “I never would have thought that such a tiny little hole could stretch wide enough to take that monster.”
“Yeah, doesn’t it look great?” Kevin grunted
Kevin pulled the long dildo almost all the way out of the boy’s hole. Then he shoved it back into the screaming kid.
“Now, I’m going to give you a fucking like you’ve never had before. I bet not even your daddy has fucked you this hard.”
He started to pull the dildo out and then thrust it back in. Faster and faster he got. The boy’s tender and very sore asshole was being fucked as hard as Kevin could manage.
“Five minutes left,” Tim announced. “Make the boy bitch scream. Make the fucker beg for more. Come on, Kevin. You can fuck that little shit’s asshole a lot hard than that.”
Kevin pumped the dildo in and out of the kid’s asshole before pulling the dildo completely out of the boy’s asshole. As it left that hot hole, the sphincter did not close, and Kevin was able to thrust it straight back in. Fourteen inches of rubber latex was shoved up the boy’s love chute. Fourteen inches was pulled back down again. Straight back up and then down again, back up and then down. Kevin did not relax for a second
Tim shouted, “One minute left.”
Kevin screwed his face up in a grimace. Jason screamed and shrieked as he yelled incoherently. Gus and Tim stood by with mouths open as the dildo flashed in and out of the young kid’s asshole. Tim managed to take control of himself and started to count the last few seconds down.
“That’s it, Kevin, time’s up.”
As Jason continued to scream and yell in pain, Kevin pulled the dildo from the boy’s sore and aching guts for the last time. The boy’s asshole gaped wide open. It had been stretched so much that the five-inch wide dildo was entering and leaving the kid’s body with ease at the end.
“That was great,” sighed Kevin, “I really did enjoy that.” Then turning to the screaming boy, he said, “And I bet you enjoyed it too. Was it really better than when you daddy fucks you?”
Young Jason’s screaming died away as he fiercely stood up for his father.
“My daddy doesn’t fuck me,” he said. “He’s not a nasty man like you. He’s nice and kind. I love my daddy to the end of the world, and I hate you. I hate you a lot.”
After that outburst, the young boy started to cry again.
“What a stupid little crybaby you are,” Gus said. “You just don’t like to admit that you’re having the time of your life. You like being with us much more than you like it at home.”
He started to untie the boy’s right arm once more.
“Time to draw another card, my little fuck pig,” he said. “You’ve been so lucky up to now with the cards. There’re some really good ones in there that you haven’t drawn yet. Maybe you’ll get a real bastard of a card this time.”
Young Jason did not understand half of the words that the men used. The curse words with which they peppered their talk meant nothing to the boy at all. He had, however, learned what “fuck,” meant. He also understood what a dildo did. The longer that Jason remained with the men, the more he would learn about curse words, dirty talk, and kinky sex. The boy’s education had only just begun.
“Do I have to take another card?” the crying boy whined. “I hurt all over, and I want to go home.”
“Draw another card now, fucker,” Kevin snarled, “unless you want me to shove this dildo down your throat.”
Kevin waved the shit-covered fake cock under the young boy’s nose making the poor kid feel sick from the smell of the shit. Jason reached out his shaking hand and drew another card. He hardly dared to see what the card said. The message was simple, as was the picture. The boy read the words in a puzzled but frightened tone.
“Attach nipple clamps to the boy’s tits. Use the biggest that will fit his tits.”
The picture showed a boy with what looked like bulldog clips hanging from his tits that looked enormous.
Tim and Gus untied the boy while Kevin went to the cupboard and rummaged around until he found what he was looking for. A pair of nipple clamps made of brass with sharp claws for digging into the flesh. The clamp spring, he knew, was very strong and the boy most certainly would not be able to open it. From each clamp, a small chain dangled with a hook on the dangling end. He returned to where the young boy had been made to stand. Tim and Gus were standing by the by making lewd remarks about his body.
“What a lovely little cock the boy bitch has,” Gus observed. “I do hope that I will get to suck that fucking thing and try to stretch his scrotum.”
“He’s got a sweet mouth,” Tim observed. “I can hardly wait to shove my cock into the fucker’s throat. If he gets fucked up the ass and then down the throat, that will be a real turn on.”
“Even better if two cocks are up his tight asshole while he sucks the third one,” Gus replied with a laugh.
Kevin rejoined them carrying the nipple clamps as he now joined in the banter. “I hope that my fucking cock is one of the two up the slut’s asshole,” he said. Then speaking directly to the miserable boy he said, “Are you looking forward to having two cocks up your shithole and one down your throat?”
The boy who was trembling all over replied with a sob in his voice, “No, mister, I don’t want any cocks up my asshole, and I don’t want a cock down my throat either.”
“Bravo,” Kevin said in a very pleased tone of voice, “you’re fucking learning to talk properly now. Once you start to use ‘shit’ and ‘piss’ when you speak, ‘fuck,’ ‘cock’ and ‘bastard’ words too, you will sound just like the fucking bitch of a slut boy that you are. Now stand still while we fix these clamps to your nipples. Don’t jump around while we’re doing it. Just stand very still. You may scream, of course, we don’t mind you doing that.”
He handed one of the clamps to Tim keeping the other for himself.
“You can go first,” Kevin said to his pal.
Tim had to press hard on the lever that opened the clamp, as the spring was very strong. Gus was licking the boy’s left button of a nipple trying to make it stand out as far as it would go. The blood filled the little pink-brown button, and it was just like a tiny knob on the boy’s chest. Then Tim placed the open clamp over that button pressing the sharp claws hard against the kid’s chest. He released the lever, and the clamp closed tight around the boy’s left tit with the claws digging viciously into the little boy’s tender flesh. The men laughed uproariously as the boy jumped up and down screaming in pain. He grabbed the clamp and tried to pull it from his aching nipple as tears of laughter ran down the men’s faces.
“Fucking hell, kid,” Kevin said amid the laughter, “I hope that you put on just as good a show when I fix this clamp to your other sweet titty. Now, stand still, bitch, while I get the fucking thing on you.”
The boy was howling from the pain as Gus now started to lick his right nipple. He licked it and chewed it to make it stand out just as he had done with the boy’s left nipple. The boy could not help flinching away from Kevin as he approached with the open nipple clamp. He now knew what pain to expect, and it scared the fucking shit out of him. Gus held the boy by his shoulders as he stood behind him thus stopping Jason from moving away.
With a broad smile on his face, Kevin said to the howling child, “I love fixing these things onto boy bitch’s tits because they always jump about screaming. It’s great fucking fun.”
With that, he placed the cruel clamp over the boy’s erect button of a tit, pressed it firmly down so that the claws would dig into the flesh surrounding the nipple, then released the lever. The jaws of the clamp shut tightly around the boy’s tit, and the claws dug deeply into his flesh. Once again the boy screamed and howled as he jumped up and down and hopped around trying to rip the device from his body. He could not release it. The men were rolling with laughter as they watch the antics of the kid.
Then, amid the laughter, Tim said to the boy, “Good news, bitch, those fucking clamps stay attached to your tits until you draw a card that tells us to remove them.”
The boy howled and shrieked, as his whole chest was one seething mass of burning pain.
“Please, mister…please, mister…take these fucking things off,” the seven-year-old boy shrieked in agony. “Please, mister, take them off. The fucking things are killing me.”
“Shit, bitch, it will take more than that to fucking kill you. Time to draw another card,” Tim replied with an evil grin on his face.
Jason had learned by now that it was pointless to ask not to be made to draw a card. If he were told to draw a card, he would have to obey. He stretched out his right hand as his tits throbbed with pain and his chest felt so tight that he thought the skin was splitting. He drew a card hardly daring to look at the picture and words.
The picture showed a boy lying on his back. A man had a cock stuck up the kid’s asshole. A second man was sitting on his face while a third was pulling the chains of nipple clamps with one hand and holding the boy’s prick with the other. The boy read out the instructions in a squeaky voice.
“Gus is to fuck the boy’s asshole and shoot his cum up him. Kevin is to sit on the boy’s face while the kid licks out his asshole. Tim is to play with the boy’s cock while he stretches the kid’s nipples by pulling on the clamps.”
“Wow,” Gus said in a very pleased voice, “that’s a long list of instructions. Do you understand what it all means, bitch?”
Jason shook his head and said, “Not everything. I understand about fucking but not the bit about shooting cum. I’m not sure what I’m to do to Kevin.” Then the boy’s voice broke as he said with a sob, “I understand what Tim is going to do.”
“You’ll find out soon enough what shooting cum means,” Kevin said roughly. “As for what you do to me, it’s quite simple. I will sit with my shithole over your mouth. Do you understand what my shithole is?”
“Yes,” the boy mumbled nodding his head and feeling very embarrassed at the question. “It’s where your number two comes from when you sit on the toilet, and it’s very dirty.”
“Shit, bitch, that’s what you call it,” Kevin snapped. “It’s where my shit comes from. You will stick your tongue up the hole where my shit comes from, and you will lick my fucking asshole until Gus has shot his load up your fuck hole. Now, do you understand?”
“I can’t do that,” Jason wailed. “I don’t care what you do to me I can’t lick your shithole. That’s a very dirty thing to do. I can’t do it.”
“Oh yes, you can, bastard,” Kevin snapped. “One of these cards, maybe more than one, will instruct you to eat the fucking shit. Licking my shithole is nothing compared with that.”
“Stop arguing with the little brat,” Gus said impatiently. “Let’s get him across the table so that we can carry out these instructions. This will probably be the last card that we draw today.”
The reason for that last comment from Gus was that there were specific rules to the game. One of them was that no more cards could be drawn after six o’clock in the evening. It was almost that time now. There were also other rules that we will discover as the game progresses.
They made the boy lay on his back on the table. He lay lengthways this time with his buttocks even with the edge of the table. This meant that his head did not overhang the other end of the table. Then Kevin and Gus each took one of the boy’s ankles and pulled his legs into the air and up towards his shoulders at the same time stretching the legs wide. They then tied the boy’s ankles to rings set in the side of the table so that his legs remained in that position. Now Jason’s buttocks were sticking up in the air ready to receive Gus’s cock. His head resting firmly on the table so that Kevin would be able to sit on his face without breaking the little fucker’s neck. Finally, his chest was open to a nipple attack from Tim who could also reach down very nicely and play with the boy’s tiny cock.
Poor little Jason had almost cried himself dry. Despite the soreness of his asshole and the pain in his nipples and chest, he could hardly produce a single tear. Now he laid waiting in trepidation for the next onslaught to begin. He hoped with all his little heart that his ordeal would soon be over.
Kevin jumped onto the table, put his feet either side of the boy’s head and squatted down over the young kid’s face.
“Open your mouth, asshole licker,” Kevin snarled to his victim, “and when my shithole covers it stick your tongue up my ass and start to lick it.”
With that, he lowered himself onto the boy’s face so that his big hairy asshole covered the small kid’s open mouth. When he felt a little hot tongue probing his asshole, he relaxed his ass muscles so that Jason’s tongue entered him with ease. Then the boy started to lick that shit channel. Jason was almost sick as the taste of shit filled his mouth. It was the worst taste that he could ever remember having. Despite his natural revulsion the boy started to lick the inside of Kevin’s dirty shithole dutifully.
Tim meanwhile had taken hold of the two chains attached to the nipple clamps. He used his left hand for this task while his right hand felt down and grasped the kid’s soft little cock in his hand. He started to squeeze and rub the boy’s cock as he tugged on the nipple clamps pulling them backward and forward. The pain was so intense that the boy’s body tried to buck. With Kevin’s asshole covering his mouth, he was unable to scream, and the weight of the man stopped his body moving far.
Gus had joined in the fun. He stood on a chair behind the boy and pressed his hard cock against Jason’s shithole. The boy’s ass was still loose from the previous assault by Tim’s cock and then the dildo. Gus was able to penetrate the lad with ease. With one hard thrust, the seven inches of hard cock was shoved up the boy’s dick ditch not stopping until the man’s balls were pressed hard into the buttocks of the kid’s ass.
The boy, his tongue still stuck up Kevin’s shithole was feeling intense pain from his nipples as Tim pulled them left and right, up and down, using the chain attached to the clamps. At the same time, he was rubbing the boy’s tiny cock, which due to his loving administrations was now growing stiff. Gus was thrusting his hard cock in and out of the boy’s fuckhole. All three men were having an excellent time at the expense of their seven-year-old victim.
Kevin farted as he sat over Jason’s open mouth. The boy could not move his head left or right as the weight of the man on his face was far too great to allow that. He continued to lick the hot shithole detesting every move his tongue made inside of the man. He tried to scream and shout as Tim manipulated his sore and painful nipples, but due to the asshole covering his mouth, no sound was able to emerge. He felt as if he was being split in half as Gus’s cock thrust in and out of his tight asshole. The fuckhole was red raw from his earlier treatment, and the pain from this latest fucking was almost more than the young kid could bear.
“Oh…lick my ass, get you hot little tongue up my shithole,” Kevin moaned aloud.
“You love this, fucker,” Tim murmured to the boy. “Just look at the stiffy you’re sporting. You’re just a bitch of a slut waiting to be fucked by us kindhearted boy lovers,” he said as he continued to wank the young kid off.
“Fucking hell, fucking hell,” Gus was moaning, “shit, fucking shit, your boy-pussy is so fucking tight and so bloody hot. Fucking hell, wanker, I’m really enjoying this fuck.”
As Gus spoke his seven-inch cock was driving in and out of the little kid’s asshole. He was pulling his cock right out of the kid’s asshole and then driving it back up again. Harder and faster, harder and faster his cock flashed in and out of the boy.
“Oh…yes,” Gus cried, “oh…fucking hell, I’m going to shoot my load any moment.”
Poor Jason could feel his rapist’s cock swell and felt it throbbing deep in his guts. At the same time, Kevin was rocking backward and forwards on his face as the boy’s tongue continued to lick the man’s now spotlessly clean shithole.
“I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I’m fucking cumming,” Gus screamed as he shot his load of hot cum into the boy’s guts.
Jason could feel the warmth of the sperm spread inside his bowels as Gus shot a second load of hot juice into the asshole of the boy that he was raping. Now poor little Jason’s body started to buck and jerk as Tim’s expert hand was wanking the young kid off. As Gus shot his third load of hot baby-making juice into his young victim’s guts, the boy’s cock jerked and throbbed as Jason had a dry ejaculation.
It was the first time in his life that Jason had suffered such an experience. Of course, his cock had grown stiff frequently, often with no other stimulation than the feel of his clothing on his sensitive knob end. The poor boy was disgusted with himself thinking that it was his fault that his cock had grown hard and sent such strong feelings through his body. He did not realize that the cause lay with his abusers and not with him.
As Kevin continued to demand that the boy stick his tongue deeper up the shithole and Tim continued to pull on the nipple clamp chains while squeezing and pulling the young kid’s tiny cock, Gus shot his third load of hot cum into the boy’s body, quickly followed by his fourth ejaculation. Gus was exhausted, his balls were empty, and his cock started to soften inside the kid’s boy-pussy.
“That’s it,” he announced. “I’ve shot my fucking load up the bitch. I guess we’ve come to an end for today.”
He pulled his bloody sperm-covered and shit-streaked cock from the boy’s asshole. The hole remained open, gaping wide as if to say, “Please fill me up again.” Kevin stood up and looked down at the poor young boy.
“You will make a real good shithole cleaner if you continue that way,” he said as he jumped down from the table.
Tim let go of the nipple clamp chains, released the boy’s prick from his tight grip and said, “I bet your tits feel good now, bitch, and I saw how you enjoyed being wanked off. You’re a secret fucking homo, and you love men playing with your body.”
Young Jason did not understand what the word “homo,” meant but he did not enjoy the men torturing and abusing him. He was about to shout out that it was not true when caution took hold of him and he remained silent. The boy was learning very quickly. He had now learned that it was better to say nothing and then the men could not react.
Tim and Kevin were releasing the boy from his bonds as Gus was recovering from the effects of fucking the kid. At Tim released the boy’s legs, he laid out the activities for the evening and night.
“We have to obey the rules of the game,” Tim said. “You’ll now be allowed to use the bathroom. You may use the toilet and also have a shower. Then you will be given a meal. After the meal, you will be brought back here where you’ll sleep on the bed. You’ll not be disturbed until tomorrow morning.”
The men were as good as their word. Everything that Tim had outlined took place. The boy did beg for the nipple clamps to be removed. Kevin told him that the rules of the game did not permit that.
“We can only remove them if you draw a card that tells us to do that,” he explained.
And so Jason’s first day in captivity ended. He was a sex slave to three cruel and unscrupulous men.
Day two commenced at nine in the morning when the boy was taken to the dining room for breakfast. He had not slept well, just a brief snatch of sleep here and there. His body, both inside and out, had been hurting him too much and he kept crying and praying that he might be freed and allowed to go home. He asked the men if he could use the toilet.
“No,” was Kevin’s immediate reply. “No shitting or pissing for you today unless one of the cards that you draw allows this.”
“It’s the rules of the game I’m afraid,” Tim explained. “We can only allow you to use the toilet in the evenings.”
Jason was not allowed to wash or shower. He was only permitted to eat some food and to have a drink of cold milk.
“Maybe,” Gus chirped, “you’ll draw a card that allows us to feed you and give you a drink during the day. I bet that you’d like that wouldn’t you?”
Young Jason nodded his head in agreement, and the three men started to laugh. The boy had no idea what the joke was. Maybe he would be lucky and not find out. By the time that they got back to the room where the game took place it had turned ten a.m. This game would now continue right through until six p.m. without a break.
Gus picked up the pack of cards from the table. The pack did not include the cards that had been drawn the day before. He did not want to waste a precious minute of the day. He was looking forward eagerly to discover what pleasure lay in store for them all today.
The three men had the most lustful looks on the faces. Their tongues were almost hanging from their mouths. The boy, adorably pathetic little fucker, was standing in the middle of the room. His brown hair hung down over his lovely blue eyes. His cheeks were still rosy, and his lips looked as if they needed to be kissed. His little nipples were safe in the strong grip of the clamps with the chains dangling down his chest. His one-inch cock was hanging limply with the sweet small cock head covered by the boy’s foreskin. From behind, his buttocks appeared slightly bruised. The fucking that Gus had given to the boy no doubt caused this. The ass crack concealed the boy’s wonderful fuckable shithole. His thin legs looked as if they could hardly bear the weight of his body.
“Come on let’s get the fucking game underway,” Kevin said in a hoarse voice.
“Draw a card,” Gus ordered the boy as he held the pack of cards out to the boy.
Jason stretched out a shaking hand knowing that whichever card he drew it could only mean pain and abuse for him.
As the boy drew a card, Tim snapped, “Come on, bitch, read the card out. Let’s hear what treat is in store for you now.”
“The boy will receive twenty-four strokes of the cane across his back and buttocks. Each man will take turns to give two strokes of the cane until the twenty-four have been reached. After each stroke, the boy will thank the man by name. If he does not, the stroke will not count.”
The picture showed a boy tied to a flat upright board. A man had a cane raised over his shoulder, and the boy’s back and buttocks were covered in red lines.
Poor Jason nearly fainted as he saw the picture and read the words on the card. His body swayed, and he turned chalk white, but he did not pass out.
As Gus put the drawn card in a box with the other cards that had been used yesterday, Tim approached the boy. He could see that the kid was terrified and in a dreadful state.
“Listen, kid,” Tim whispered, “it won’t be too bad after the first few strokes. Just remember to say thank you after each stroke and make sure you use the man’s name. I’ll be first. Gus’ll be second, and then it’ll be Kevin’s turn. Keep in your mind that you must say thank you twice to each man before the next one takes his place. Whatever you do, make sure to say thank you and use the correct name otherwise the stroke will not count.”
Tim waited a moment and saw that the color was beginning to return to the kid’s cheeks although his body was still shaking like a leaf.
“One last thing, bitch,” Tim whispered to the boy. “If you get your words wrong, we’ll have to keep caning you until you get them right. We’re not allowed to stop under the rules of the game until you have obeyed the instructions exactly as they’ve been written down. If we have to cane you until you die, that’s what we will do. Sorry, fucker, but that’s the rules.”
“Get over here,” Kevin ordered the boy.
The boy looked at Kevin and saw that the man was holding a thick cane in his hand. Kevin was standing by an X-shape, which was secured to the wall by a central pin that also allowed the X to be widened or closed depending on the size of the victim. The two planks that formed the X had manacles at top and bottom. These could be slid up and down to fit the different heights of the victims. Instead of walking across the room as ordered the boy collapsed into a heap on the floor crying bitterly as he did so.
“Please, don’t hurt me, mister,” he wept. “Please, don’t hit me with the cane. I’ve not been naughty so please don’t hurt me. Please, mister, I want to go home.”
“Bring the fucker over here,” Kevin snarled not at all amused by the boy’s antics.
Gus walked up to the kid, he was also carrying a cane, but this one was not quite as thick as the one that Kevin was holding. Gus did not mess around. He grabbed the boy by his mop of untidy brown hair and started to drag the kid across the floor. Jason screamed at the top of his voice as it felt as is his hair was being pulled out of his head by the roots. He tried desperately to get to his feet so that he could keep up with Gus and remove the pressure from his hair. Halfway across the room, he managed to scramble to his feet. Tears of pain ran down the cheeks of his face from his hair being pulled in such a cruel fashion. Once on his feet and running beside Gus to keep up with him the painful pressure eased, and he felt a lot better. Tim, whistling quietly, ambled along behind the Gus and the boy.
Once they reach the X, the boy was placed against the two planks with his head facing into them. Then Gus and Tim moved his legs against the bottom two parts of the X. They manacled his ankles very tightly to the boards. Next, they raised his arms and, adjusting the manacles on the top two parts of the X fastened his wrists just as tightly to those two pieces of the X frame. Kevin now took hold of a large handle that was attached to a spindle on the central part of the backside of the X frame. He started to pump it backward and forward, and slowly the top and bottom parts of the structure widened stretching the boy’s arms and legs very widely apart. Kevin did not stop pumping the handle until he could see the sinews in the boy’s legs and arms trembling under the strain of the stretching. To the boy, the whole operation was murderously painful. It felt as if his arms and legs were being pulled from their sockets.
Jason screamed and howled as he begged Kevin to stop, which was to no avail. Kevin stopped only when he was satisfied that the boy’s limbs were stretched as wide as they would go without doing any physical harm to the kid.
“Okay, Tim, get started,” Kevin said.
Tim now took up position to the left side of the X frame. He raised his cane, which was very thin and pliable, above his shoulder.
“Don’t forget your words, bitch,” Tim said to the boy.
Tim brought the cane swishing through the air. It struck Jason across his scrawny buttocks, and the boy screamed loudly as the burning pain passed through his body. Fortunately, he managed to croak the crucial words.
“Thank you, Tim,” the young boy cried out.
No sooner were the words out of his mouth than the cane came swishing down a second time striking him across his shoulders. Now the boy had a thin red line across the startling white of his buttocks together with a second red line across the skin covering his shoulders.
“Thank you, Tim,” Jason screamed out.
Tim stood still with the cane by his side as Gus, on the other side of the boy, raised his slightly thicker cane in the air. Unlike Tim’s cane, this one was of bamboo with knots every few inches along it. Gus brought the cane whistling through the air striking the young boy across the small of his back. The burning pain was intense as young Jason howled desperately trying to remember the name of this man.
“Thank you...” he hesitated for a moment and then said, “Gus.”
“You lucky little bitch you,” Gus grunted somewhat disappointed as he had hoped that the boy would get his name wrong.
This time, using every ounce of his considerable strength, he brought the cane down once more. It struck young Jason across his buttocks raising a red welt across the cheeks of the boy’s tender behind.
Jason shrieked from the pain but managed to gasp out, “Thank you, Gus.”
By this time Tim had moved aside, and now Kevin took his place. The man had in his hand a thick bamboo cane. The end of the cane was split and frayed. Kevin smiled at the screaming boy. The smile was not a friendly smile but one of evil cruelty.
“Let’s see how my boy bitch enjoys my cane,” he said in a cheerful voice and brought it crashing down, striking the screaming boy across the middle of his back. The frayed and split ends did a lot of damage to the boy’s skin and managed to draw blood.
Just in time, the young boy remembered his words. “Thank you, Kevin,” he said as tears of agony poured from his eyes, ran down the lovely red cheeks of his face and dripped onto the floor beneath him.
Kevin now drew out the boy’s agony. Unlike his two friends who had immediately administered their second blows to young Jason, Kevin took his time. He waited a full minute as the boy’s body twitched and quivered in anticipation of the cruel blow that it was about to receive. Then, with a loud grunt, Kevin brought that frayed cane down again. It struck the boy slightly lower down than his first blow. Again the frayed ends drew beads of blood, and a nasty red welt was left to mark the place where the cane had struck.
In sheer agony, young Jason cried out, “Thank you, Kevin.”
Then it was back to Tim. He had now taken Gus’s position on the opposite side of the boy. He quickly administered his two blows
Each stroke was followed by the words, “Thank you, Tim,” from the poor young kid.
And so it went on with each man striking the screaming, howling boy twice. To his great credit, after each blow, young Jason managed to say thank you and to give the name of the man who had struck him. At last, the caning was almost over. Kevin was ready to give the last stroke.
“You fucking little cunt,” Kevin said with real venom in his voice, “you think you’re such a clever bitch by answering correctly every time. Well, you stupid little pig we have the last laugh. When I deliver this final stroke, it will be time for you to draw another delightful little card.”
With those kind words to the still screaming boy, Kevin brought his thick cane down. He aimed for the boy’s buttocks and hit his target. Blood spurted from the laceration inflicted by the split ends of the cane as poor young Jason screamed and howled with pain and then he dragged those words up from the very pit of his stomach.
“Thank you, Kevin,” he croaked.
The boy had restricted his caning to just twenty-four painful strokes of the cane. From his neck down to the bottom of his buttocks the boy was a mass of red lines, red welts and blotches of blood. Twenty-four lines crisscrossed each other looking red, angry and bloody.
For a seven-year-old boy, the caning had been the cruelest punishment. For the three boy lovers, the caning had been a real erotic start to their second day with the boy.
It had lasted two painful hours from the moment that the boy had been told to draw a card until now when the caning was done. For a few moments, all that could be heard in the room was the sobbing of the poor boy whose back and buttocks were stinging and burning due to the severe caning that he had received. For the boy, the only good thing about it was that it had driven the feeling of pain from his tortured nipples out of his head and it had also made him forget how sore his asshole felt.
Kevin released the boy’s wrists from the manacles and the boy gratefully let his arms hang down by his side. His respite was not to last very long as Gus picked up the pack of cards.
“Draw a card, bitch,” Gus said with a smirk on his face. Then, as the boy stretched out his hand to take a card, he added, “I bet you hope that it’s not one that involves you being whipped. Or maybe you would love one of those cards.”
The boy fumbled slightly as he tried to draw a card from the pack, so Gus opened the pack like a fan to make his job easier. Jason, very reluctantly, drew another of the dreaded cards as the three men crowded around to hear what he had to say.
“Suck Kevin’s cock for thirty minutes or until he cums in your mouth then do the same to Gus and finally to Tim. As soon as one man shoots his load, the next takes his place.” The picture showed a man with a boy kneeling in front of him. The man’s cock was halfway down the young boy’s throat.
As Jason saw the picture, he felt relieved. At least, it was not a whipping or a fucking. Sucking a cock could not too bad; he was sure of that. He handed the card back to Gus who placed it in a box with the other cards that had been drawn. Meanwhile, Tim and Kevin were releasing the boy from the X frame.
As Kevin was releasing the young boy, he was giving him a talking to.
“When you suck my cock, you little bastard, you’d better not use your teeth on it. No fucking scraping my cock with your fucking teeth and most definitely no fucking biting. The last little shit that bit my fucking cock soon learned what a mistake he’d made. I knocked all of his bloody teeth down his fucking throat and then proceeded to fuck him until he choked to death on my cock. So, bitch, just be warned.”
The feeling of relief that Jason had been feeling quickly ebbed away. ‘Maybe this was not going to be a piece of cake after all,’ he thought to himself as he bit back his sobs. He was cried out anyway. In fact, he was beginning to feel numb due to the severe treatment that he had suffered.
“Kneel down, bitch,” Kevin said. “Open your fucking mouth and start sucking on my cock. I want you to suck the fucking thing right down into your throat.”
The boy opened his mouth wide as Kevin’s thick cock was shoved into his sweet innocent mouth. Never before had young Jason had anything like this in his mouth. Gingerly he sucked on Kevin’s big knob. The pre-cum oozed onto the boy’s tongue, and it tasted slightly sweet and pleasant to the kid. He sucked a little harder taking great care not to allow his teeth to scrape the man’s rampant tool. Kevin grasped the boy’s head with his two hands and pushed his cock head deeper into the kid’s mouth so that the start of the shaft was now inside as well. The cock head was already almost touching the back of the young kid’s mouth.
“Suck it, bitch. Fucking suck it, cunt,” Kevin grunted at young Jason, and the boy did his best to obey.
Then Kevin, still holding the boy’s head firmly in his hands, pushed forward with his body again. The kid started to gasp and choke as four inches of cock was forced into his mouth and the cock head pushed into his throat. The young boy’s face was starting to turn purple as he began to gag on the tool that was restricting his breathing. Kevin couldn’t have given a shit.
“Suck that cock, baby,” he crooned. “You’ll fucking choke if you don’t breathe through your nose. Come on, baby, stop your gagging and just keep sucking. You’ve got a lot more cock to take before I’m through.”
Jason was in a terrible state. Snot ran from his nose as he tried to draw breath through his nostrils. He could feel the vomit rising to meet the cock head that was forcing its way down the narrow tube of his throat. He began to feel dizzy, and he would have swayed back and forth if Kevin had not been holding his head so tightly. The man started to pull his cock from the boy’s throat allowing the kid to get some badly needed air. Young Jason managed to control his need to vomit, and the terrible feeling passed. Kevin was not kind to the boy bitch. That was not in his nature. He slammed his cock back down the boy’s throat managing this time to get six inches of his throbbing manhood into the kid’s mouth and throat. Once again young Jason started to gag, but his breathing was a little easier as he found out that he could take air in and out through his nose. Kevin grunted and groaned as he felt the boy’s hot mouth around his cock and as he felt the young kid sucking hard on his thrusting love stick.
“Fucking shit, bitch, suck my cock,” he groaned to the boy. “Suck the fucker, you boy bitch. Come on, cocksucker, get your hot mouth working.”
Again, Kevin pulled his cock from the boy’s throat but not entirely clear of his mouth. He took a firm grip of the boy’s head and then snarled at the young kid, “Here’s an nine-inch lollipop for you to suck, bitch,” and shoved as hard as he could into the boy’s face.
Such was the force of his drive that he sank eight inches of his nine-inch cock into the boy’s mouth and throat. Jason felt as if that huge tool was going right down to his belly. His throat was full of the cock and even breathing through his nose was not helping. Once again the boy’s face began to turn purple as the vital supply of air was cut off. Kevin pulled his cock out of the kid’s throat and almost clear of his mouth. Jason gulped down mouthfuls of air, and then the cock was plunging back down his throat. This time Kevin buried the entire nine inches into the boy’s mouth throat and gullet. He did not stop pushing forward until his big balls were beings squashed against his own body and the boy’s chin.
“Suck it, bitch! Suck it, fucker!” Kevin groaned as he pulled his cock back up the boy’s throat only to shove it back down again.
“Oh…fuck…oh…shit,” Kevin said. “Suck my cock, bitch, while I fuck your hot mouth. Come on, baby, make me feel good. Oh…yes, I’m fucking your face-pussy.”
As Kevin was uttering these words, his cock was pushing in, pulling out, pushing in and pulling out of the poor kid’s throat. Jason was managing to gulp in air as the cock left his throat only to start choking once more as it was driven back in once again. Now, Kevin was really worked up and pummeling the boy’s throat. The boy’s eyes were bulging as the hard cuntbuster was rammed in and out of his throat.
“Suck it, cunt…suck it, cunt…suck it, cunt,” Kevin screamed at the boy as he felt his balls tighten and knew that he would soon be shooting his load.
“Come on, bitch, suck my cock,” Kevin yelled at young Jason who was still trying to carry out the man’s orders.
The boy’s cheeks bulged around that thick cock. His throat was distended as the massive cock head drove its way home. Kevin drove his cock in and out faster and faster as he face-fucked the poor kid. For a full fifteen minutes he pummel-fucks Jason’s face and then, with only five minutes left of his allotted thirty, Kevin started to shout.
“Suck it, bitch…fucking suck it, bitch. I’m cumming…oh…yes, I’m cumming…suck my juice out with your hot tongue and get my cum into your guts.”
Then, with his cock buried deep down Jason’s throat, Kevin shot his first load of sperm into the boy. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of the kid’s mouth. Only his cock head was left resting on the kid’s hot pink tongue.
“Suck it, baby. Suck it, bitch,” Kevin said and, as Jason sucked hard, the man shot a second load of hot cum into the boy. This time it was on the boy’s tongue, and the cum quickly filled his mouth. Hardly moving, but under the stimulus of the kid’s hot suction, Kevin shot a third load of juice onto the boy’s tongue. His time was just about up as he pulled his cock from the boy’s mouth.
“Swallow that juice, bitch. Swallow my lovely hot cum. Don’t lose a drop, bastard. Just swallow the lot.”
Young Jason obeyed, and he swallowed all of the sperm that Kevin had deposited in his mouth. It tasted slightly salty, very thick and just slightly bitter as the kid digested all that the man had given him.
“Well, bitch, you have the makings of a fucking good cocksucker, Kevin said. “It’s a pity you won’t last more than a week. Still, I expect you’ll be sucking my fucking prick a lot more times before then. Come on, Gus, get your fucking cock in this cocksucker’s mouth. Look at his eyes he’s just pleading to be fed more fucking cock.”
Young Jason, sperm running down his chin, was still kneeling on the floor when Gus took up his position in front of the boy.
“Suck my cock, bastard, and suck it real good,” the man growled.
Jason opened his mouth, still with the remnants of sperm from Kevin’s prick on his tongue, and Gus slid his cock head and the first inch of his seven-inch love tool in. Like Kevin before him, he grasped hold of the boy’s head with his two hands and started to thrust forward with his hips. He quickly forced six inches of his cock into the boy’s mouth.
Jason was beginning to develop the art of breathing while his mouth was full of a man’s thrusting rod. He was also getting better at sucking the knob, and Gus was already having the time of his life. He pulled a short way out and then thrust forward again. Eight inches of cock was in the boy’s mouth, and throat as young Jason bravely sucked hard on the long length of hardness.
“Yes…yes, cunt. That’s the way,” Gus groaned. “Keep it up, bastard. Suck me harder if you can. Oh…yes, what a hot mouth you’ve got. Fucking hell, kid, you’re a really great cocksucker.”
Gus pulled his cock almost all the way out of the kid’s mouth. He waited a moment as Jason breathed in very heavily and then, with a real sharp thrust forward, he shoved the whole seven inches of cock into the boy’s mouth and down the kid’s throat. Jason’s eyes bulged, as did his cheeks as Gus pressed hard into the boy’s face. The man’s lovely balls were tight against Jason’s chin, and the shape of his cock in the boy’s throat could be clearly seen.
“Suck it, kid. Fucking, suck it,” Gus groaned.
Gus pulled out and shoved back in again, out and in, out and in, his movements started to speed up. Every few minutes he would rest with his cock deep inside the boy’s throat. When he rested, he would groan to the boy, “That’s it, fucker, suck my cock. Oh…yes, you lovely little fucker, suck my cock real hard.”
Jason played his part well as he sucked and slurped on this hard love stick. He could feel the cockhead throbbing in his throat as he breathed through his nose and sucked vigorously. Gus pulled his throbbing cuntbuster from the boy’s mouth and immediately slammed it back in again right down the kid’s throat.
Now, as Jason sucked on that invader, the boy could feel the cock swelling. He was a quick learner and realized that the man was about to cum just as Kevin had done a short while ago. The boy sucked harder, and Gus groaned with pleasure as he felt the tight lips of the boy around the shaft of his cock. The boy’s hot mouth, his very tight throat and the look of terror in the kid’s eyes were sending Gus over the top.
“I’m cumming,” he shouted, “yeah…yeah…yeah…I’m fucking cumming.”
He shot his load of hot sperm deep into the kid’s gullet. Jason did not get a taste of that cum as Gus’s cock was too deep in his throat for that. Gus pulled most of the way out and this time did not thrust back in. He let his cockhead rest in the boy’s hot mouth.
“Suck my cum out, bitch,” the man moaned. “Suck me dry, you little bastard.”
Jason sucked hard, and the man’s legs and buttocks started to tighten and twitch as he shot another massive load of his juice into the young boy’s mouth. This time Jason got the full taste as the sperm lay on his tongue and slowly trickled down his throat. He found that, like Kevin’s sperm, Gus’s was also slightly salty to the taste, but it was a little sweeter. He sucked hard and once again Gus shot more of his love juice into the boy’s mouth. The man’s thirty minutes was just about up as he pulled his cock from the kid’s mouth.
“Swallow my cum,” Gus ordered the boy. “You’ll soon love the taste. I can see from your eyes that you want even more. Well, bastard, I guess that Tim’s big balls will give you all that you want.”
Young Jason swallowed all of the sperm that Gus had deposited in his mouth. Just a little trickled from his lips and ran down his chin, but the majority went down his throat. The boy had to admit to himself that sucking cocks was not nearly as nasty as being fucked up the asshole or caned. He rather liked the taste of the cum and was not too upset at the thought that Tim was about to put his cock in his mouth. The boy was determined to give him a good cock suck. Maybe the three men would treat him better if they found that he could bring them such pleasure. Of course, the darling innocent kid did not understand that, no matter how good he might be at cock sucking, the men got pleasure from hurting him just as much as from giving him a good fucking. Nothing that the boy did would change that.
Tim took up his position in front of the boy. Jason looked up at the man through his beautiful blue eyes that no longer were filled with terror. He opened his mouth wide as Tim placed the thick cock head of his four-inch thick cock on the boy’s lips.
“Suck my cock into your mouth, honey,” Tim crooned to the boy. “Suck it right down. I’m not going to help you. Use your hot mouth to get my cock down your throat.”
Jason started to suck hard at the same time pushing his head into the man’s body as he forced his lips down the cock’s thick shaft. Tim stood still as he felt the wonderful feeling of the kid’s lips running down the shaft of his cock. He did not hold the boy’s head. He did not move his hips. He stood stock-still as Jason slowly swallowed his six-inch-long, four-inch-thick cock down his throat. The boy did not stop sucking, swallowing until his nose was buried in Tim’s bush, and he could feel those tennis-sized balls pressing hard into his chin.
“That’s the way, honey. That’s how you do it, bitch,” Tim said just as pleased with the boy’s efforts as Kevin and Gus had been before him. “Let’s start fucking your mouth, honey, I know you want my big cock to be rammed in and out of your throat. Suck it a little harder just to show me how much you want your mouth fucked.”
Poor little Jason was sucking as hard as he could. He did not try to suck any harder because he really did not want to be mouth fucked any more than he wanted a cock up his asshole. All the kid wanted was to be home with his mom and dad.
The man now grasped hold of the boy by his unruly mop of brown hair and pulled the boy’s mouth up to the top of his cock using the kid’s hair to maneuver his head. As he thrust forward for the first time, he pulled the kid’s head back towards his body. Jason’s eyes began to fill with tears as it felt as if his hair was being pulled from his head. Tim could not have given two hoots for the boy’s feeling.
“Keep sucking, honey,” Tim whispered. “Keep sucking while I give you the fuck of your life.”
He pulled the boy’s head back again as his cock came up from Jason’s throat. Then he thrust back in as Jason’s head was pulled back to the man’s body. Soon, Tim had a smooth, fast fucking movement going. He was in heaven as he felt the kid sucking hard on his rampant rod while he fucked in and out of the boy’s mouth.
“Fucking shit, bitch, you’re good,” he said. “I’ve got fifteen minutes of fucking your face, and then I’ll feed you my juice.”
Tim was as good as his word. He fucked the boy’s face really hard. Then he took it slowly as he felt his balls filling with hot sperm. When he was back in control, he speeded his movement up again. Unfortunately, for Tim, he lost track of time. He was so intent on controlling his spunk producing balls so that he would not shoot his load too early that he failed to realize when his time was almost up.
Kevin suddenly shouted, “Come on, Tim. Shoot your fucking load, or you’ll miss the boat. You’ve only a couple of minutes left.”
“Oh…no…oh…fucking…no,” groaned the unhappy Tim as he thrust his rampant cock back down the boy’s throat. “Suck me dry,” he said to the boy. “Come on, kid, get my cum down your throat.”
Alas, Tim was too late.
“Time’s up,” Gus announced, as the angry and unsatisfied man had to remove his cock from the boy’s mouth.
“Fucking shit,” he said to his pals, “my balls are boiling over, and I’ve got to control myself until I get a chance to dump my load into that fucking bitch.”
“If you’re lucky, he’ll pick a card that will help you out,” Kevin said to his pal.
“I fucking hope so.” Tim picked up the cards once again. “Draw one of these fucking cards, bitch, and make sure that it’s a fucking good one,” he snarled as he held the pack of cards out toward the kneeling kid.
Jason was now getting very used to the routine. He was beyond crying at present. All he wanted was for the day to come to a close. It was now one thirty in the afternoon, and the boy had to last until six pm. He took a card and looked at it. His face was expressionless as he read the words out, but his insides were churning about. This is what he read.
“Kevin and Gus will each piss in the boy’s mouth and make him swallow the lot. Tim will piss up the boy’s asshole during this time and fuck the boy and shoot his cum into him.” Jason hesitated and then added, “There’s a red star with a number two beside it.”
The picture that the boy saw was of a man standing over a boy pissing into his mouth while at the other end a man had his cock up the kid’s bum. The boy was lying on his back.
Tim shouted, “Well done, bitch, that’s a fucking good card to draw. Now, I get to shoot my fucking load at last.”
In the meantime, Kevin had taken out a small box with a big red star on it.
“Card number two you said. That’s the number by the red star, you said?”
“Yes,” the boy mumbled, “it was the number two by a red star.”
Now, Kevin read out the words from the special card.
“After the boy has been pissed in and fucked up his asshole, he will shit into a bowl. Then he will drink the contents of the bowl. If he refuses, he is to be caned until he obeys. Kevin and Gus will take turns in caning him; each will give him five strokes at a time.”
Jason may not have understood every word that had been read out, but he did understand enough. He felt sick in the stomach as he realized what he was going to be forced to do. After Tim had fucked him, he was going to have to shit the piss and cum into a bowl and then drink it. God knows how the boy would have felt if he had realized that accompanying the piss and cum would probably be a quantity of his shit. He was also expected to down that too.
“Come on, let’s not waste time,” Kevin said as he lifted the boy onto the table. “Lay on your back, bitch,” he ordered the boy
Once Jason had obeyed, Kevin pulled him down to the bottom of the table so that the kid’s buttocks were even with the edge. This gave plenty of room for a man to stand over his head and piss into his open mouth. It also enabled Tim, access to the boy’s asshole.
Kevin jumped onto the table and stood over the young boy with a foot either side of the kid’s head. Tim took up the position at the rear of the kid and pushed the boy’s legs upward towards Kevin who then grasped young Jason’s ankles. The boy’s lovely asshole, very red and sore looking, was now open to Tim’s thick cock. The man was ready and waiting, his cuntbuster was leaking pre-cum.
All three men were bursting to have a piss. They had not relieved themselves since the night before in anticipation of needing to use their piss for one of today’s games.
“Open your fucking mouth, bitch,” Kevin snapped at the boy.
Young Jason obeyed. He lay looking up at the figure of Kevin, and all he could really see was a big cock head pointing down at him with two large balls lazily swinging below. He could not prevent himself from trembling as he waited for the new game to commence.
Jason felt the big cock head of Tim’s pressing hard against his asshole. The boy had learned that it was much more comfortable if he tried to relax and let the cock enter. He felt that thick cock slide into his shithole and begin a rapid journey up his boy-cunt. As Tim pushed his cock straight up the boy’s shithole, not stopping until his big balls were pressing into the cheeks of the boy’s ass, Jason felt terrible pains from his sore hole. Tim’s cock stretched the boy’s intestines to their limit, and it hurt the young kid like hell. Young Jason was beyond tears; he was also beyond screaming. His mouth open wide, his asshole filled with a big thick cock, the boy lay in a trance.
As Tim plunged deeply into the boy, he said to Kevin, “Okay, pal, let’s start pissing.”
No sooner had he uttered those words than Kevin let go a stream of thick yellow piss. The hot fluid was directed into the kid’s mouth, and it quickly filled up. Kevin stopped pissing for a moment to allow Jason time to swallow. The boy started swallowing the hot urine, and as it flowed down his throat, the young kid had his first taste of piss. It was hot and somewhat acrid but not nearly as awful as he had supposed. No sooner had he cleared his first mouthful than Kevin started to piss again and the boy soon had another lot to swallow.
In the meantime, Tim had started to piss deep into the boy’s bowels. Jason started to feel the warm fluid in his guts. Then, as Tim pissed steadily, the boy’s stomach began to fill up and distend uncomfortably. Now the boy felt that he needed a shit badly to relieve the pressure in his belly.
Kevin had given the boy a third mouthful of hot yellow piss. He turned off the stream as the boy swallowed and cleared his mouth. Kevin would have liked to continue to piss. He would have pissed all over the kid’s head, face, and body as well as into his mouth, but the card was specific, “piss into his mouth,” and he dare not disobey those instructions. He would have been disqualified from the game and should he transgress a second time, he would be disqualified from all other games involving the boy. Once again he saw that the boy’s mouth was empty and started to piss in it again. His bladder was almost empty, and he knew that shortly he would be handing over to Gus. The boy continued to swallow the hot piss. By now he was getting used to the taste. However, he was started to get stomach cramps from the amount of piss that Tim had deposited in his belly.
As Kevin jumped off the table and Gus took his place Tim also stopped pissing as he too had emptied his bladder. Gus stood over the boy, grabbed the kid by his ankles, and then without wasting time started to piss. Gus was not the strong silent type; he liked to bait his victims as he played with them
“You love that piss, bitch. I can see that you do by the way that you swallow it,” he said to the poor boy as he started to piss in the kid’s mouth.
Just like Kevin’s piss, Jason found that the piss he was now receiving was not too unpleasant to his taste buds. He swallowed the hot yellow stream. It was slightly more bitter than the piss that he had received from Kevin, but still acceptable.
“Swallow my piss, cunt,” Gus said contentedly as he continued to fill the boy’s mouth. “If you’re fortunate, you’ll draw a card that allows you to eat my shit,” the man went on much to the disgust and fear of his victim.
Tim began to fuck the kid’s piss-filled asshole. He was driving his thick cock in and out of the boy’s fuckhole with a slurping sucking sort of noise. As he pulled his cock from the boy’s shithole, dribbles of piss spilled out. As he thrust hard back in, droplets of piss were splattered over both the man and the boy’s body.
“Oh yes, this is good,” Tim crooned. “Fucking hell, kid, it’s great fucking your hole when it’s full of my piss. I can see how much you love it. Hey, kid, keep drinking Gus’s piss. Don’t spill any of that lovely juice.”
As he spoke, he fucked the boy harder and faster feeling that he was nearing his climax. He had almost cum when the kid was sucking his cock, and he knew that he could not last much longer. Gus had now finished pissing into the boy’s mouth, and he stood holding the kid’s legs to make it easier for Tim to fuck the boy. In and out of the asshole Tim’s six-inch-long, four-inch-thick cock flashed. Jason was now groaning as his guts hurt like hell. His belly made him look pregnant as the piss sloshed about inside him. Then with a loud whoop of joy, Tim started to shoot his load. He shot a hefty load of cum into the piss-filled guts of his victim.
“Oh…yes…bitch. I bet you love that,” Tim groaned as he pulled his cock out of the boy.
“You want more, fucker?” he asked as he drove back in again shooting more cum into the kid.
“You love being fucked,” Tim said to the boy as he pulled out once more. “You love men’s cocks up your asshole, and you love drinking their piss,” he went on as he drove in once more. Again he shot a load of cum into the young boy’s sore asshole.
“Fucking shit,” Tim said, “you’ve drained me. Fucking hell, kid, you have such a tight asshole, and it is so hot. I tell you, bitch, your boy-pussy was just made for a man’s big cock.”
Tim now slowly pulled out of the boy as Kevin leaned over the kid’s head and looked straight into the boy’s eyes.
“Don’t shit out the piss from your asshole until I’ve got you sitting on a bowl,” he ordered the boy.
Tim remained with his cock plugging the kid’s orifice until Kevin got a basin from the cupboard.
“Keep your fucking asshole tightly closed, bitch.”
Tim pulled his cock from the kid’s body. Gus let go of Jason’s ankles and then, holding him by his thick mop of brown hair, pulled the kid into a sitting up position. Jason was struggling to keep the piss inside him. He felt as if he was bursting and was not sure how long he could hang on. Kevin slid the basin under the boy so that it was beneath the kid’s shithole and then told the youngster to squat over it. Jason obeyed, and now anything that he expelled from his guts would be seen coming out of his shithole by the three interested boy lovers.
“Start shitting, bitch,” Kevin ordered
Jason was only too happy to obey. The boy was not concerned at that moment with the fact that he would soon be consuming the contents of the bowl. All he wanted was to relieve the terrible pressure on his stomach. He opened his shithole, and a burst of piss came out like a jet stream. The yellow and brown torrent smelled fucking awful, but this did not deter Tim, Kevin or Gus. They stood very close to the boy watching with pleasure as the boy got rid of his gutful of piss.
t last, he had finished, and Tim said to him, “Okay, fucker, get off the fucking table.”
The boy jumped down onto the floor. Kevin picked up the basin that was now full of a brown liquid with globs of white sperm and a few turds floating about on the top. He showed it to the boy.
“When I tell you to start drinking, you’ll drink this lot, and then you will lick the basin clean,” the man said to the boy. “If you don’t drink it straight up, you’ll be caned. We will not stop caning you until you’ve drunk all that piss and eaten the shit that’s floating about in it. Now don’t piss around, start drinking as soon as I say drink.”
He handed the basin to the boy whose hands were shaking badly. The smell alone was enough to make the kid sick. He did not know how he would manage to drink that terrible mixture of piss, sperm, and shit.
The pain that he had suffered from the earlier caning was still fresh in his mind and that far outweighed the idea of drinking this odious mixture. He did not know what the effect would be but was sure that it could not be worse than another severe caning.
Holding the basin with both hands, the boy put it to his lovely red lips. Then he opened his mouth, tilted back his head, and poured the noxious mixture down his throat. The lad was game that was for sure. He tried to drink the awful concoction in one go gulping and swallowing as fast as he could. The taste was terrible, every bit as bad as the smell. The boy’s face turned white, then green, and he dropped the basin on the floor.
The three men were laughing and whooping with merriment as the boy suddenly threw up. His mouth opened and he erupted just like a volcano shooting not only the mixture that he had just taken in but also the half-digested food from his breakfast all over the room. He knelt on the linoleum covered floor retching violently as he spewed some more. The three men stood around him laughing heartily at his plight. Kevin was wiping tears from his eyes as he now spoke to the boy.
“Well, bitch, you’ve done it now. You’ve broken one of the rules of the game. You’re not allowed to vomit as a result of any game that you are playing. For breaking that rule there is a set punishment.”
For some reason, this did not surprise the seven-year-old boy. In the last couple of days, he had grown up very rapidly. He knelt on the floor feeling desperately ill and waiting to hear his fate.
“The punishment is quite simple,” Kevin said. “You must lick up all your vomit until not a trace is left on the floor. If you continue to spew up, you will continue to lick the mess up. Now that’s not too hard for you to do, is it?”
Young Jason made no reply. What could he say? He knew that he must obey these men or they would hurt him until he did.
Then Gus spoke up. “One thing Kevin has not mentioned. I guess he’s too kind-hearted to want to worry you. As you lick up your vomit, the three of us have to beat you with leather belts. We cannot stop until you have licked the floor clean. All three of us belt you together so the sooner that you finish your task, the better it will be for you.”
“Oh yes,” Kevin said in an innocent sounding voice, “I did forget to mention that. Thank you, Gus, for reminding us.”
Kevin looked at the clock and said, “By the time this fucker is through licking the vomit up it will have passed six pm. What are the rules about the boy drawing a card before he begins to clean up? He most certainly will not be able to draw one if he finishes after six pm.”
The three boy lovers had a discussion, as they did not want to break the rules of the game. They decided that the rules were not at all clear on this point and they would have to take a vote on it.
Kevin spoke first. “I vote that the boy draws a card now so that the game can continue after he has cleaned the floor. It’s not fair to the kid if we deprive him of a little more fun before he has to go to bed.”
Tim took the opposite view. “Look at the bitch,” he said. “The poor little fucker is in a hell of a state. I vote that we wait until after the floor is clean before drawing a card. If it’s past six o’clock, then that’s too bad, the bastard gets away with it until tomorrow.”
“Well, Gus, the choice is yours,” Kevin said, “it seems like you have the casting vote.”
Gus looked at the young boy who was kneeling at his feet and said, “Yeah, it looks that way.”
Jason looked up at the man. The boy’s whole body was trying to make Gus vote the same way as Tim. The boy’s lovely blue eyes looked up at his judge, and he pleaded silently with Gus to vote for the draw to take place later.
Gus spoke in a gentle voice. “I must agree with Tim. This bitch does look to be in a terrible state,” he said.
Jason began to perk up. The man was going to vote in his favor.
“Yeah,” Gus said musingly, “it just would not be right to make him draw a card now. We would be real bastards to do that to the poor little fucker.”
Relief filled the boy, all he had to do was lick up his vomit as quickly as possible, and then he would have the night to get over it.
‘Thank god that the man had some goodness in him,’ the young boy thought.
“Yes,” Gus said, “it goes against my better nature, but I vote that he draws a card BEFORE licking the vomit off the floor.”
As Gus spoke those words, he saw the horror that quickly replaced the relief in the boy’s eyes and the man doubled up with laughter.
Kevin joined in as he gasped out, “You fucker, you bloody shit, I thought that you were going to let the bitch off the hook.”
Tim shrugged his shoulders having been defeated. He picked up the pack of cards, shuffled them, and then made them look like a Chinese fan as he held them in front of the dejected young kid.
“Draw a card, bitch. Let’s find out what your next game will be,” he said to the shaking child.
Jason stretched out a trembling arm and took a card. Then he read the following.
“If the boy has nipple clamps remove them. Kevin and Tim will each burn the boy’s body wherever they fancy with one cigarette each. When the cigarettes are burnt out, that part of the game stops. During their play, Gus will bite and pull the boy’s nipples. When the burning is over, nipple clamps will be attached to the boy’s tits, and a half-pound weight will be attached to each clamp by the chain. The game will then cease.”
The picture was of a naked boy with burn marks all over his body and two weights hanging from his nipples.
This was the last straw as far as Jason was concerned. He started to yell and scream and curled up in a ball on the floor.
“No more! No fucking more!” he screamed. “I can’t take any more. You can kill me, but I won’t do anything else!”
Kevin had removed three leather belts from the cupboard. He handed one each to Tim and Gus and kept one for himself. Then he looked down at the curled up little boy and said with contempt, “Stay there if you want to, bitch. We’ll beat you until you’ve no skin left if you do. My advice to you, fucker, is simple. Start licking the fucking floor.”
With that, he brought his belt down across the curled up kid as Gus and Tim did likewise. As the leather belts bit into his skin, Jason gave a howl of pain and quickly got onto all fours. Then he started to lick his vomit up from the floor. As he was slurping the terrible mess up, the three men were swinging their belts through the air and striking the kid on his back, his buttocks, across his head, any part of the boy’s body that was exposed to their belts.
In between licking the floor, the boy screamed and yelled as the leather belts bit into his tender skin. His flesh had not healed from the severe caning that he had received, and now the belts were aggravating those wounds. Quickly the boy’s flesh turned from a lovely white color to pink and then on to an angry red. Blow after blow landed on the boy’s body as his lovely sweet tongue licked the vomit up from the floor. None of the men pulled their punches. They repeatedly struck the boy as hard as they could.
Ninety minutes the poor kid spent crawling over the floor licking all of his spew up. Ninety minutes of sheer hell as tens of dozen blows were landed on his body by the belts. The men’s arms were aching as they continued to rain blows down on the bleeding body of their young victim. Jason was no longer kneeling on all fours as he licked the floor clean. He was now crawling on his belly as he licked the last remnants of his spew up. At last the floor was clean.
“He’s cleaned the fucking floor at last,” Gus observed as sweat poured freely off his body. “Let the beating cease,” he said.
The other two men let their arms drop to their sides as they looked down at the boy lying face down on the floor at their feet. His back and buttocks were covered in broad red stripes, some of which were oozing blood. The boy was whimpering from the pain. Thankfully, his sense of feeling had almost deserted him.
“Now, bitch, that’ll teach you not to vomit in future,” Tim said to the poor boy.
“Get on the fucking table and stop wasting our time. We have a game to play,” snarled Kevin. “Come on, you idle little wanker. Anyone would think that we’d hurt you,” he said to the stricken young kid.
Tim intervened. “Hold on give the little fucker a chance to recover. Let him at least get his breath back,” Tim exclaimed. “I suggest we let the fucker have five minutes rest before we start to secure him to the table.”
“Fucking shit, man, you’re getting soft,” Kevin sneered at Tim. “That bitch doesn’t need time to recover we hardly touched the little faggot.”
Gus now spoke up saying, “Come on, Kevin, a few minutes rest won’t make a lot of difference, and it will give us a lot more fun if the boy has recovered all his senses.”
Kevin did not reply but turned away to get two cigarettes and a lighter from the cupboard. He also picked up two half-pound weights while he was there. In the meantime, young Jason was slowly recovering from the beating that he received while licking up his vomit. He ached from the top of his head to his legs, and his whole body felt agonizingly sore. The only good thing that had come out of the beating was that it had distracted the boy as he licked his vomit up from the floor. The distraction had meant that Jason had not felt like spewing his guts up again. In fact, he could hardly remember what his vomit had tasted like as he licked the floor clean with his tongue.
As far as Jason was concerned the five minutes rest went past far too quickly. His heart sank into his feet as he heard Kevin say, “Well, Tim, do you object to us getting your bitch on the table now,” in a very sarcastic manner.
Tim did not reply but lifted the kid up and placed him on the table. As his arms encircled the boy’s buttocks and back Jason winced from the pain. His back and buttocks were red and raw from his belting, and the slightest touch was agony to the youngster.
“Lie on your back, bitch, and stretch your arms and feet out,” Tim said in a rough voice to the boy. He did not want Gus or Kevin to get the wrong idea about him. This boy was just another victim as far as Tim was concerned—or so he told himself!
The three men started to tie the kid’s ankles and wrists to the corners of the table. They did not stretch the boy’s limbs taut, as they wanted him to jerk and buck about while they were playing with him. A lot of the fun was in seeing the victim’s body jumping all over the place as the kid tried to evade the instruments causing him pain. The struggling had the most erotic effects on all three men. As they were securing the boy’s limbs, Tim spoke up again.
“Kev, I don’t think that you should use your cigarette on the boy’s cock or on his balls. We all want to play with them, and it would be better if they were not damaged.”
“For fuck sake, cunt, what next?” Kevin exploded. “The game allows me to burn any part of the fucker’s body and if I want to burn his cock I fucking hell will.”
Gus now stepped into the argument. “On this occasion, I agree with Tim.” “It’s better not to damage his cock or balls. There are several cards in the pack that allow us to play them and I would get far more pleasure from doing that if they had not been damaged.”
In fact, as both of his pals knew, Gus loved to suck the cocks of young boys, to chew on their baby balls and to get them to piss into his mouth. It was little surprise that he spoke the way that he did.
Kevin was typical of all bullies the world over. As soon as he sensed that he was up against real opposition, he caved in. None to gracefully it is true.
“I wasn’t going to burn his fucking cock anyway,” he said to his mates. Then as he turned away from the table, he muttered under his breath, “Fucking fairies the pair of them.” Then he turned back to the table with a broad smile on his face. “Okay, fellows, let’s get started,” he said.
As Gus removed the first nipple clamp from the boy, Tim and Kevin lit their cigarettes. For a few moments, Jason felt nothing as the clamp was removed. Gus rubbed the free nipple and blood started to return. The sharp pain as that happened took Jason’s breath away for a moment, and then he screamed. The nipple felt as if a red-hot needle had been stuck in it.
Kevin and Tim drew hard on their cigarettes to make sure that they were lit. Then they removed them from their mouths and blew on the lighted end to make it glow red. As they did this, Gus removed the second nipple clamp from the boy’s tit. Jason’s reaction was the same. He screamed from the pain caused by life returning to his lovely little tit, and his body thrashed in agony much to the amusement of his tormentors.
Tim now spoke to Kevin. “Are you going to play around his bollocks while I play with the upper part of his body?”
“Yeah, that’s fine by me. Let’s take turns to burn the little bastard.”
“Okay, you go first,” Tim replied.
By now Gus was biting on one of the boy’s lovely little titties while he was pulling and twisting the other. It was agony to young Jason who had got used to the nipple clamps, and they had ceased to cause him any real discomfort.
Kevin took his cigarette and placed the burning end just above the boy’s flesh where his belly ran down to his cock. Then he touched the boy’s skin with the red-hot cigarette tip, not pressing it down hard as that might put the cigarette out, but holding it lightly on the kid’s skin. The smell of burning flesh quickly filled the room as Jason let out an almighty scream of agony and his body bounced up and down on the table as he tried to escape from the cigarette.
“Fucking hell,” Kevin exclaimed, “look at how excited the bitch is. Come on, Tim, now you have a go.”
Tim may have shown a little concern for the boy’s well-being earlier, but that did not mean that he was soft. He enjoyed hurting young boys immensely. It was not the actual act of hurting them that turned him on. It was seeing the boy’s reaction to the pain, watching his body bounce around in agony, seeing the terror, anxiety, and fear in the boy’s eyes. Hearing the kid’s unearthly scream and always feeling surprised that such small bodies could produce so much noise.
He placed his cigarette against the boy’s hairless armpit. He knew that this was one of the more sensitive areas of the body. As the boy felt the heat on his skin, he tried to jerk his body away as Tim smiled.
“That’s my bitch try and twist away, you won’t get far.”
Then he touched the boy’s skin with the hot end of the cigarette holding it in place for a moment so that the skin really got burnt and not just singed. Jason screamed and howled, his body jumped up and down and moved from the left to the right. But the tethers securing his limbs to the table held firm and limited his movements.
Gus was biting the boy’s nipples, twisting them and pulling them as well, but Jason could not even feel that pain as the agony from his burns wiped out every other feeling and made the boy wish that he were dead.
“Lovely,” Kevin said.
Unlike Tim, Kevin enjoyed hurting a boy. He loved to cause pain and to see the kid’s tender flesh burnt, cut or torn. He was just as happy torturing a deaf-mute as he was doing the same to a kid that could scream. Causing pain to helpless beings was Kevin’s greatest joy.
He touched the boy’s skin near the kid’s balls with the hot end of his cigarette. He held the hot end on the boy’s body as Jason screamed, writhed, jerked and bounced in an attempt to get away from the pain. As Kevin, a broad smile on his face, removed his cigarette from the boy’s burning flesh, Tim reached over the kid’s body and placed the end of his cigarette against Jason’s other armpit. He held it there for a moment. Not as long as Kevin had done, but long enough to burn the poor young boy’s flesh. More howls of pain, writing and jerking as Jason almost tore his limbs from their sockets in an effort to escape. Gus had stopped chewing and biting the boy’s nipples. He was enjoying the spectacle of the boy being burnt by his two pals and preferred to watch that for the moment.
It was Kevin’s turn now.
“What a lovely belly button you have, bitch,” he said to the howling boy.
Then he held the hot end of his cigarette above that lovely ornament on the boy’s belly and Jason could feel the heat from the hot end on his skin. Kevin drew out the boy’s agony by saying, “How do you fancy having a nice hot cigarette on that fucking belly button, kid? Will you love it faggot?”
Not expecting a reply from the screaming boy he placed the hot end of his cigarette onto the boy’s belly button. Jason almost ruined his vocal cords as he screamed long and hard. The boy’s body was a mass of burning agony and the burn on his belly button, for the moment, felt the worst. Then Kevin removed his cigarette from the boy’s body and smiled across at Tim.
“I bet you can’t get a scream like that from the bitch,” Kevin said complacently.
Tim knew that Kevin was right. The area of the boy’s body that he would be burning was not as sensitive as that of the boy’s belly button or soft belly. He held the tip of his cigarette close to Jason’s right nipple then placed it on the boy’s skin. Jason screamed for sure but not as loudly or as long as when Kevin touched his adorable little belly button.
Kevin now placed the tip of his cigarette just below the boy’s button but above the base of the kid’s cock. Jason was now screaming endlessly as his skin continued to be burned. Tim had placed his hot tip next to the boy’s left nipple. Kevin made a burn immediately below the last one on the screaming child’s soft belly.
Then it was Tim’s turn, and he quickly touched the boy’s chest again before nodding to Kevin to take his turn. Both men were now hurrying to burn the boy as often as possible before their cigarettes went out. All the while Jason was screaming and howling. He was writhing and jerking and bouncing about as these two boy lovers played the game that he had selected. They were having the time of their life.
Kevin had managed to make a short straight line of burns running down the boy’s belly from his belly button to the point where his cock sprouted out. Tim had not been idle he had made a ring of burns on the boy’s chest together with one under each armpit. As the cigarettes burnt out, Jason was screaming and howling. His voice was becoming quite hoarse from the strain of his shouting and yelling.
His body had bounced so high in the air it seemed as if he would break his back as he landed back on the table. His arms and legs were jerked so violently that it was a miracle that they had not been pulled from their sockets. His eyes were full of pain and terror. He had bit his lips until they were bleeding. In short, the game that the boy had selected had caused him enormous pain and suffering, and still, his torment was not quite finished.
The cigarettes had burnt down to the filters as Tim and Kevin discarded them. Both men were sporting the most enormous hard cocks, pre-cum drooling from the piss slits, as evidence of the pleasure that Jason had given them. They loved the boy so much since he played the card game with so much zest and zeal.
“I guess you had better give the bitch his reward,” Kevin said to Gus. “The fucking little shit has really given us a great show so I guess you should attach the nipple clamps once again.”
“Yeah,” Gus said with a broad smile. Like Tim and Kevin, his cock was rock hard, throbbing and dripping pre-cum. “I guess you miss your tits being clamped,” the man said to the young boy. “Don’t worry I’ll soon put that right.”
He quickly got the boy’s left nipple erect by a combination of squeezing, pulling and wetting. Then he opened the strong jaws of the nipple clamp, placed it over the erect boy’s titty and released his hold on the spring. The clamp closed sharply over the nipple with the claws digging into the boy’s tender flesh. Despite all the pain that the kid was still feeling, this sharp grip of his sore tit made young Jason scream out. Gus smiled some more as he made the right nipple erect and then placed the other clamp over it letting it shut with a snap. The boy screamed again as he writhed about on the table. His whole body was a mass of burning pain, and nothing that he did seemed to relieve it.
“Now comes the part that you will really love,” Gus said to the young boy. “These weights will pull hard on your fucking nipples and really get them well stretched. I tell you, bitch, after a night of this stretching your tits will be a lovely size for biting and sucking.”
He then picked up one of the half-pound weights and attached it to the left nipple chain. The weight rested on the boy’s chest and did not add at all to the kid’s discomfort. Then he did the same to the right nipple chain so that the boy had two half-pound weights hanging from those chains. Laughing and chatting Kevin, Gus and Tim released the kid from the bonds securing him to the table.
“Okay, fucker,” Tim said with a smile, “day two is now over. Like last night, you will have a shower, use the toilet, and then have some food to eat. Then you will be allowed to sleep peaceably for the rest of the night.”
“Get off the table, bitch, and come with us,” Kevin said.
Young Jason sat up in readiness to slide off the table. The weights attached to his nipple clamps started to swing free since they were no longer resting on his body. As they hung down, they pulled hard on the clamps and Jason felt as if a hot fire was pulling at the roots of his tits. He screamed a little, groaned stridently and even managed to produce some tears. The men had been observing to see how the boy would react to the weights attached to his tits.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, bitch?” Gus said to the crying boy. “These stay on until you produce a card that tells us to remove them, so that’s a bit of good news for you,” he said with a chuckle to the unhappy young child.
They led the boy from the room to the bathroom where they left him so that he could use the toilet and have a shower in peace. They proceeded to the kitchen where between them they produced a delicious meal.
Jason had a piss and shit as he held the weights in his hands to relieve the pressure on his nipples. Then he went to the shower, carefully lowered the weights and then let go of them so that once more they were dangling from chains of the nipple clamps. He got under the shower, but no matter how careful he was, the weights hanging from his nipples caused them constant pain. The water did no good at all to the burns on the boy’s tender flesh. The burns stung horrifically and felt extremely sore, as did his body from the belting that he had received. Unlike the previous evening, the shower was not a pleasure but yet another torture to be suffered by the seven-year-old boy. He heard Kevin’s voice bellowing down the corridor.
“Come on, bitch, finish your fucking shower and come to the kitchen. Your meal is fucking ready, so get a move on”
Jason quickly dried himself, left the bathroom neat and tidy and walked down the corridor to where he knew the men were. He promptly obeyed Tim’s order for him to sit at the table. Although he would have preferred not to eat since—he was in far too much pain to enjoy a good meal—he started to eat the food placed in front of him. He did not wish to incur the wrath of the men who had just cooked the meal.
As he slowly devoured his meal, the three men ignored him and talked among themselves. Kevin was explaining that, once the meal was down, he was off out to check out the playground in the park. He had noticed that the last two evenings a young boy of about nine who was playing around on the swings after all his friends had left.
“I’m so fucking horny tonight,” Kevin said, “that I will fucking rape that little fucker if he is playing there when I visit. I’ll make sure that no one sees me drag the bastard into the bushes. I’ll gag him and then fucking the living daylights out of the cunt. I must some boy-cunt tonight.”
Tim and Gus wished their friend the very best of luck. They said that they were going to stay in and take it easy. Tim took Jason back to the room in which they kept the boy a prisoner. Tim told the kid to get on the bed but to sit upright and not to lie down. He made the boy sit with his back to the headboard. Then he manacled the kid’s wrists behind his back to the two bedposts.
“Have a good night sleep, bitch,” he said giving the youngster a kiss on his lovely red lips. “You need to recoup your strength for the day that lies ahead of you.”
Then he left the room after first putting out the light.
Jason spent the night in the upright position. The weights pulling on his tender and very sore nipples seemed to get heavier by the minute. Tears rolled down the cheeks of his face as the unhappy boy sat with his whole body consumed by pain.
He slept fitfully having nightmares about day three of his torment.
Tim and Gus entered the boy’s room in the morning. Tim was carrying a tray with hot food and a cup of coffee for the boy. Kevin was still finishing off his meal in the kitchen having got up later than his two pals.
“Eat this,” Tim said to Jason as Gus freed him of his manacles. “When you have finished your meal, it will be time to draw another card.”
“And don’t take all fucking day,” Kevin snapped as he entered the room. Then, speaking to his two pals, he said, “Sorry, I’m a bit late, but I had a fucking whale of a night.”
“You got your fucking boy-pussy I see,” said Tim dryly as he eyed Kevin’s cock. The man had only got semi-erect while Gus and Tim had cocks as hard as steel.
“You can say that again,” said Kevin with a laugh as he watched Jason eating. “It was a piece of cake last night. That kid was on the swing again all by himself. I hid in the bushes near the entrance to the playground and as he left I dragged him under their cover. Before he knew what the hell had hit him, I got a gag in his mouth and a blindfold over his eyes. I then dragged him deeper into the bushes, stripped his fucking clothes off and raped the little bastard before he had time to say ‘Jack Robinson.’ ”
Kevin laughed again as Gus said, “There must have been more to it than that. You were out most of the night.”
“Yeah,” Kevin replied, “after I’d raped the fucker for the first time, I knocked him cold and carried him deep into the wild part of the park. By then he had recovered his senses, and I raped the little bastard again. Then I removed his gag after warning him that if he shouted or made a noise to attract attention, I would kill the little cunt.”
As Kevin was narrating his story, his cock started to stiffen and was soon as hard as those of his pals.
“Come on,” Tim said impatiently, “let’s hear the fucking rest.”
“My cock was soft by then, so I told the bitch to suck it and lick it until it was hard again. Then I fucked his face until he started to vomit. I let him spew his guts up and then resumed face fucking the little brat until I shot my load down his throat. Then I questioned him about his age (he was 9), his parents (his parents were still together), and any brothers or sisters (he had a sister younger than himself). I found out his address and warned him that if I ever got caught because of what he might tell the police I would kill his family including him. But first I would fuck each one of them in front of him.”
Kevin was enjoying the story that he was relating. He could see that Jason was listening to every word and the boy’s face had turned very white. Then he went on.
“The little bitch was scared shitless and swore on his life that he would not tell the police about me. Not that there was much to tell. The bitch was blindfolded the whole time, and I wore a hood that half-covered my face. I raped the kid three more times. By the time I had finished his asshole was as loose as shit, and he had lost a lot of fucking blood. I pissed on him, I shit in his mouth, and I made him lick out my fucking asshole. Shit, it was quite a night, and I bet it’s one that that little bitch will never forget. Anyway, fellows, I’m ready to get on with our game.”
“Fucking hell,” Gus said enviously, “I wish that I had joined you. I would have loved to be part of that scene. Anyway, let’s find out what the next game will be that this bitch wants us to play. Get him to take a card, Tim.”
By now it was 10:30 in the morning. Tim held out the pack of cards to the boy, and he did not have to speak. Jason stretched out his arm and took another card. He was used to the routine now. He looked at the card and took a deep breath and then he started to read in a steady voice.
“You will each fuck the boy until you cum. While he is being fucked, another one of you will sit on his face, and he will give you a rimming. You will not shit in his mouth. Tim will fuck him first while Kevin sits on his face. Next, Gus will fuck him while Tim sits on his face. Finally, Kevin will do the fucking while Gus sits on his face. You may play with the boy’s body while sitting on his face.”
The picture showed a boy lying on his back with a man sitting on his face and another with a cock up his asshole.
Jason did not speak but handed the card back to Tim. The young boy showed no emotion, no shaking or trembling and no whimpering or crying. He was beginning to accept his fate knowing how useless it was to protest. His young mind had also worked out that the men got a big kick from seeing him distressed as he read out the words on the cards that he drew from the pack. He would do his best not to give the men such satisfaction. Seven-year-old Jason was growing up very quickly.
Kevin pulled up a bench that had been standing against one of the walls. It was slightly wider than the width of the boy’s body and about five feet long. It had leather padding and stood high enough for the men the sit on it with the feet just touching the floor. At that height, it was also ideal for a man to stand and fuck the asshole of a victim lying lengthways on it. There were no restraining bonds or manacles fixed to the bench. By day three the men knew that such restraints were unnecessary, their victim would have realized that there was no escape for him. They made the boy lay on the bench face up. Kevin immediately sat astride the youngster’s face having ordered the boy to open his mouth wide. He positioned his hairy asshole over the kid’s open mouth.
“Now start rimming me, bitch,” Kevin grunted. “Get your tongue as far up my shithole as you can and start fucking licking.”
The young boy stuck his tongue out of his sweet kissable mouth and started to lick the man’s hairy crack. His tongue moved up and down Kevin’s crevice and then located the shithole. Jason tentatively stuck his tongue against Kevin’s anus, and the man relaxed to let the kid’s tongue enter. As the boy’s tongue penetrated the hot shithole and started to lick, Jason got a very strong taste of shit. It was a horrible taste, and for a moment the boy felt his bile rising, but he managed to swallow and control his natural inclination to throw up. He licked a little more forcing his tongue deeper into Kevin’s asshole and as he licked he started to get used to the horrible taste of shit. Kevin was moaning and groaning with pleasure as he felt the kid’s wet tongue up his shithole.
“Fucking hell this does feel fucking good,” Kevin moaned as the boy licked in and around his asshole.
Tim had positioned himself at the end of the bench, and he grabbed hold of the kid’s legs and forced them up toward Kevin. This raised the boy’s body so that his asshole was in just the right position to receive Tim’s thick hard cock. The man pressed his purple cock head against the lips of the boy’s anus and then he started to push. Within moments Jason’s shithole opened to receive the visitor pushing at the gate.
“Ah,” Tim groaned as his cock forced its way deep into the boy’s body. “Ah…that’s fucking hot. Bloody hell, bitch, your pussy feels better each time I start to fuck you,” he said to the young boy.
Jason was now very used to cocks up his asshole. The initial entry still hurt like hell, but he quite enjoyed the sensation as these big hard love sticks massaged his prostate. As that happened, the most enjoyable sensations flooded his whole body. These sensations were not intense enough to make the boy forget all his aches and pains from the rough treatment that he had received, but they were enough to help the boy feel that being fucked by men’s cocks was not such a bad experience after all.
Tim continued to force his thick cock deep into the boy’s intestines. He continued to thrust forward until the entire length of his cock was buried in the boy and his balls were pressed against the cheeks of the kid’s asshole. The boy’s asshole gripped the four-inch thick weapon tightly as its six inches was buried inside him.
Jason had to admit that of the three cocks he loved the feel of Tim’s the best. It was so thick that every movement it made teased the most adorable havoc with his prostate. Of course, the young boy knew nothing about such glands. All he knew was that Tim’s cock really did send the most delightful feelings through his body and invariably made his pricklet stiffen. Jason sighed deeply as he continued to lick Kevin’s hairy asshole and felt Tim begin to push his cock slowly down his pulsating boy-cunt.
Kevin reached down to the boy’s body to grasp hold of the chains of the nipple clamps. The weighted chains were hanging either side of the young kid’s lovely chest. The man gripped them in his hands and started to tug on them using them like the reins on a horse.
“Lick me, bitch, lick my shithole harder, get your fucking tongue further up my shit channel,” Kevin snarled at the boy as he pulled hard on the nipple clamps sending intense waves of pain through the kid’s tits and chest.
Jason could not scream out or make any other real sound as the broad cheeks of Kevin’s ass that were pressing down on his face tightly muffled his mouth. His tits hurt like hell, but at the same time, he felt good as Tim thrust his cock back up his asshole and then brought it down again. Slowly the sharp pain in his tits turned into a dull ache as he got used to Kevin pulling on the clamps. He licked the man’s ass that was now clean of any residue of shit. He licked and slurped as Tim’s cock was driving in and out of his body sending the most breathtaking spasms of erotic pleasure through his small frame.
Jason, despite his scrawny body, had plenty of willpower when he needed it. If he set his mind on doing or not doing a thing, then he usually succeeded in his aim. Such a moment had now arrived. The young boy was determined not to let the evil men see that he was enjoying part of the game and, in particular, the sex parts. He hated these bastards and would do his best to appear to remain indifferent to their attention. They had hurt him a lot, and his body was sore and ached badly. The burning and beatings were the primary cause of his pain. The fact that he enjoyed being fucked and did not mind licking shitholes was not something that he would reveal to these bastards. He would appear to hate everything that they did.
Tim was plowing in and out of the boy’s body with his thick cock. He could feel the kid’s asshole gripping his cock as he was pulling down the boy’s dick ditch and relaxing to allow him to drive straight back up. His movements were getting faster now; he had been fucking the boy’s shithole for twenty minutes and was nearing his climax. He could feel the sperm building in his balls, and his knob started to throb inside the kid’s body.
Kevin was still enjoying his rimming as he tugged Jason’s tits left and right using the chains attached to the nipple clamps. As Jason licked the man’s now clean asshole, it felt as if his tits were being pulled from his body. It was not a sharp pain that he was feeling but more a deep dull ache.
Tim was ramming his cock up the boy’s asshole then pulling it all the way out before driving back again. His body began to tense, his legs started to stiffen, and he could feel his sperm moving up his cock shaft as he drove hard into the boy.
“Oh, fuck, I’m cumming,” he whispered and then let out a loud yell. “Yeah, I’m fucking cumming…oh yes…here it comes,” and he shot his first load of hot cream deep into young Jason’s bowels.
The boy had to use all his willpower not to scream his head off with joy. He wanted to shout things like, “FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME,” or GET YOUR BIG COCK UP MY SHITHOLE. FUCK ME WITH THAT THICK POLE,” but he managed to keep silent as the most marvelous feelings flooded through his slender frame.
Tim pulled his thick cock down the boy’s fuckhole and then thrust it back up again shouting, “Here’s more, bitch. Here’s fucking more. Ooh, fucking shit, what a hot fuck your pussy is.”
He pulled his cock out of the boy once again. Not quite all the way out as he left the cock head buried. Then he drove back again shooting his third load of cum as he did. Then he collapsed on top of the young kid as Kevin hopped off the bench.
“Fucking hell, bitch,” Tim sighed. “I have never enjoyed fucking a boy’s pussy more than I have enjoyed fucking yours. It’s so bloody hot and still fucking tight. I tell you, bitch, you were made to be fucked by us boy lovers.”
Then Tim pulled his now soft cock from out of the boy’s quivering asshole. Jason said nothing. His face remained expressionless, and his eyes did not give the game away. Inside he was boiling, his brain was seething, and he just could not understand what was wrong. HE LOVED BEING FUCKED. IT FELT WONDERFUL.
‘Shit,’ the young kid thought to himself, ‘why didn’t these men treat him decently? He could have joined wholeheartedly in the fun.’ Jason knew deep down in his guts that it was not only sex that these bastards were after. They meant to hurt him. They wanted him to yell and scream in pain. They wanted to see him writhe in agony. He lay on the bench waiting for the next pair to mount him. At least they wouldn’t know how good they were making him feel.
Tim now walked around to the boy’s head and settled himself on the kid’s face. Jason did not wait to be told but opened his mouth wide as Tim sat down. Then the boy started to lick his abuser’s asshole as Tim sighed and groaned with pleasure. Already Tim’s cock was beginning to stiffen again as Gus stood behind the boy. He positioned his legs just as Tim had done before him, and pressed his seven-inch long cock against the boy’s shithole.
Jason’s asshole was oozing cum, which was due to the fucking that Tim had just given him. The cum acted as an excellent lubricant, and Gus found his cock sliding up the kid’s dick ditch as smoothly as could be. He did not stop his forward movement until all seven inches of the hot rod was buried deep inside the kid’s bowels.
“You’re going to love this, bitch,” Gus said as he started to pull his cock out of the boy’s dick ditch and then thrust it back up again. Little did he know how true his words were. Jason was not giving anything away although his tiny cock was now stiff. Gus began fucking the boy with long slow strokes not wanting to cum too soon. He pulled his long cock almost all the way out of the boy’s asshole and then slowly pushed it all the way up not stopping until his big balls were resting against the kid’s buttocks again. Jason really enjoyed this long slow movement of the man’s cock inside his body. He was licking Tim’s shithole having got his tongue as far up the man’s chute as it would go.
Tim was not playing with the boy’s tits because he felt that the kid needed a rest from that treatment. He leaned over the boy’s body, still keeping his asshole firmly in place over Jason’s mouth, and reached out for the young boy’s stiff cock. Then he started to rub his hand up and down the boy’s prick causing greater sensations of pleasure to flood the kid’s brain. Jason needed a superhuman effort on his part not to show pleasure at what was happening. He was thankful that Tim’s asshole was covering his mouth because that prevented him from crying aloud or screaming from sheer erotic joy.
Gus was speeding up his movements, and his cock was moving in and out of the boy’s body ever faster. He could have sworn that the kid was responding by gripping his cock with his asshole and then relaxing to allow the cock a smooth journey up the kid’s back passage.
Tim was also convinced that the kid was enjoying himself. He could feel the boy’s hot tongue licking his shithole with gusto, and the kid’s tiny cock was as hard as a rock as he rubbed his hand up and down its shaft.
Twenty-five minutes passed this way, but Gus was now flashing in and out of the boy like a rocket. He was gasping and groaning as he felt the pulsating action of the boy’s fuckhole on his thrusting weapon. Jason now started to hump his body upwards as Tim’s hand was bringing him to a climax. No matter how hard the boy tried to resist, his body would have nothing of it, and the boy started to have a dry cum.
Tim lifted his ass from the boy’s mouth and now could hear the kid gasping and groaning as he mumbled, “Yeah…oh…yeah…oh…that’s fucking good. Oh yeah, I love it, I love it, I love it.”
Gus could also hear the boy’s words as he drove up and down the kid’s fantastic silky smooth fuck tube. His balls were boiling, and he knew that shortly he would spurt. He pulled his cock out of the boy’s lovely shithole and then drove as hard as he could right the way back. As his balls banged into the cheeks of the kid’s ass, Gus started to shoot his load.
“Oh…that’s fucking good,” Gus gasped. “Oh yeah, that’s fucking great. Come on, bitch, milk me dry…come on, fucker, use your asshole to squeeze my cock.”
As the man gasped these words out, he pulled out of the boy and drove back in again with the result that another massive spurt of cum was sent deep into the young child’s guts. He felt the boy’s asshole muscles tighten on his cock and then relax before starting to squeeze again.
“Yeah, that’s the way,” Gus cried.
Four times Gus shot his load into the boy and even though Tim had wanked the boy off so that he had cum (a dry cum it’s true), Jason’s little cock was still stiff.
Tim gave a laugh as he said to the boy, “Just look at your cock, bitch, it’s fucking hard again. You just can’t get enough of this game.”
As Tim spoke, Gus was pulling his cock from the boy’s asshole. Now oodles of cum were leaking from the boy since in the last hour a gutful from both Tim and Gus. Jason lay on the bench quite exhausted. Tim let go of the boy’s stiff little cock and got on the floor to stand and look down at the young boy. The kid had never felt such wonderful feelings as he had just experienced. He was still determined to do his best not to let the men know how he felt. He had to admit that as he had experienced his dry cum, he had spoken aloud words that he now regretted. He hoped that the men would put it down to a thing of the moment and not get the impression that he was a willing victim of their assaults. Kevin had been watching the action from nearby. He had heard the boy’s words, and he had noted the way the kid’s body was reacting.
“It’s my turn to fuck you now, cunt,” Kevin said to the young boy. “You might have enjoyed the way that Tim and Gus fucked you. You may have got loads of pleasure from being wanked off, but you won’t find me such an accommodating sort of guy.”
Not waiting for Gus to sit astride the boy’s face, Kevin got behind the young boy and placed his cock against the cum-covered asshole. He pushed the kid’s legs up towards Gus who was just taking up his position and then thrust his cock into the boy. The nine inches of hard steel drove straight up the boy’s asshole coming to rest as the golf-ball-sized bollocks hit his buttocks.
Kevin pulled his cock straight back and right out of the boy’s asshole. He waited a moment and drove it all the way back up again. This was rough fucking, and now Jason felt real pain once again. His cock had shriveled up, and he tried to scream out but was unable to because of Gus’s asshole covering his mouth.
“How do you like that, bitch?” Kevin asked rhetorically not expecting an answer from his victim. He pulled his cock out of the boy’s body and rammed it all the way back up again.
Gus was sitting over the boy’s mouth and snapped, “Come on, bitch. Start licking my asshole. Don’t worry about Kevin. You’ll soon enjoy his cock. Just get your tongue up my shithole.”
Jason, still in great pain as Kevin rammed in and out of him, stuck his tongue up the twitching ass of the man sitting on his face. Once more he got the strong taste of shit but was now becoming used to that. He began to lick Gus’s asshole pushing his lovely pink tongue as far up the man’s shit channel as he could get it.
And still, Kevin fucked him roughly and with fury. The man had no intention of allowing his victim to enjoy this fucking. Little did he know that Jason was beginning to lap up Kevin’s rough action and was starting to enjoy the rough rape that he was receiving. He hoped that his cock would not sport a boner to give the game away to the man fucking him.
“Take that, bitch, and that,” Kevin snarled as he rammed his long fuck stick up and down the young boy’s asshole.
In the meantime, Gus was enjoying the feel of Jason’s hot little tongue licking his shithole clean. He started to pinch the boy’s body as he moaned and groaned saying, “Come on, fucker, get your tongue working. Come on, boy bitch. Lick my shithole clean. Get your hot little asshole licking tongue deep inside me.”
As the man spoke, he wriggled his buttocks on the boy’s face trying to get more of the young kid’s lovely hot tongue up his shithole. He had stopped pinching the boy’s flesh and now moved his hands down to young Jason’s tiny nuts. He started to squeeze them and pull them causing the young kid considerable pain as Kevin fucked away at his victim’s asshole. Surprisingly, Jason’s cock, which had sported a boner once more as Kevin rough fucked him, remained stiff as Gus squeezed and pulled his tiny nuts. The boy’s tongue continued to lick the hairy asshole of the man sitting on his face, and both Gus and Kevin were moaning and groaning with pleasure.
Kevin could feel his bollocks tighten as he fucked away at the kid’s shithole. He had been fucking him for twenty minutes and knew that he would soon be shooting his load. With his cock deep inside the boy, he rested not wanting to explode just yet. He wanted this fuck to last much longer; he wanted the bitch to know at the end that the hardest fuck had been the one that Kevin had given him.
“I’m going to fill you with my man juice, bitch,” Kevin said as he rested with his cock buried in the boy. “I’m going to make you lots of babies, you little boy bitch. I’m going to fuck the ass off you, and I won’t stop until I drop from exhaustion.”
Gus was still playing with the boy’s tiny nuts. Now he also started to squeeze the kid’s cock head. His fingers pressed hard into the spongy pink flesh as his other hand pulled, pinched and twisted the young boy’s little baby balls. Jason was squirming and writhing, tossing and bucking, as Gus continued to hurt him. Still, his small cock remained stiff as he felt Kevin’s long cock resting deep in his bowels.
The bucking, writhing, and tossing was having its effect on Kevin. Each movement of the boy’s body made the kid’s asshole either grip hard on his cock or release it. Kevin realized that this movement would make him shoot his load even if he did not resume his fucking. He did not want that to happen so, with a deep groan, he started to pull his cock from the boy’s asshole.
Once clear of the boy’s body, the nine-inch ramrod throbbed and jerked with the angry purple-red cock head oozing a generous amount of pre-cum. With a snort, Kevin shoved it all the way back up the boy’s intestines and then pulled out again before shoving it up once more. His big balls were slapping against the cheeks of Jason’s asshole each time he rammed his cock into the boy. Faster and faster his action got, his thick cock was moving like greased lightning.
“Oh shit, oh shit I love fucking you, bitch,” Kevin groaned. “I want to fuck you forever, you lovely little bastard,” he said as he thrust in and out of the boy.
To delay cumming, he let his mind wander as he roughly fucked his victim. He thought about the previous night, and the great time he had spent raping the young boy until the kid passed out. Then he thought back to when he was a boy of five when his father and two uncles had started to play with him as a sex toy. He was six when he had his first taste of a hot cock up his shithole. That had been a gift from his father. By the time he was seven, his father and uncles were fucking the ass off him every night, and he loved it. At fourteen his father had introduced him to the pleasure of raping and torturing young boys. It had been the four-year-old son of one of his uncles, and they had wanted to see if the kid could take an older boy’s cock. From that moment Jason had never looked back.
As his mind wandered he felt his legs stiffen, his balls tighten and his cock started to throb deep inside the kid that he was fucking. Jason could feel the throbbing manhood inside his body, and he felt the cock head begin to swell. He now knew that this meant that the man would shortly fire his load and so the young boy willed his asshole to close tightly on the shaft of Kevin’s cock. Kevin pulled his cock a short way out of the boy’s fuckhole as Jason’s asshole muscles gripped it tightly.
‘This is fucking heaven,’ Kevin thought as he thrust back up that short distance.
Then all hell broke loose when Kevin could no longer hold back. As he shouted and shrieked, he started to shoot his hot load deep into the boy’s bowels. At the same time, young Jason began to buck and toss and writhe as he began to have a dry cum. It was totally unaided and caused by Kevin’s cock alone as Gus had ceased playing with the boy’s cock and balls. Gus watched fascinated as he saw the kid’s little boner jumping and jerking as if it had a life of its own. He saw the lower part of the boy’s shaking body writhing and pressing hard against Kevin’s torso. Gus knew that Jason had another dry cum wracking his body.
“Fucking hell,” he exclaimed aloud, “the little bitch loves this. The fucker’s having the time of his life.”
At this moment, Kevin could not have given a fuck whether the boy was enjoying himself or not. He was too busy fucking the kid to worry about that. He pulled his rigid cock halfway out of Jason’s body and shoved it straight back up again shooting another load of cum into the boy.
Gus had leaped off the boy’s face and was standing by the side of the bench next to Tim as they both watched the action.
Kevin pulled his cock from the boy’s asshole, three-quarters of the way this time, and then he thrust it back up again. As he did so, his cock spurted out another load of cum.
“Take it, bitch. Take all my baby making cream up your boy-pussy. Open your fuckhole, cunt. Take all I’ve got. Come on, bastard. Take my whole fucking cock.”
He gave another short hard thrust, and the fourth spurt of cum shot forth. Not a lot now as his balls were almost empty.
Poor little Jason he could contain himself no longer. With tears streaming from his eyes he screamed, “FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! GIVE ME YOUR BIG COCK! SHOVE YOUR BIG COCK UP MY SHITHOLE! FUCK ME HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER! OH…PLEASE…FUCK ME HARDER!”
All three men were astounded to hear their victim’s cries. The little brat was actually enjoying himself. Kevin, who had no cum left to shoot, withdrew his cock from the boy’s asshole and glared down at the kid.
“Fucking shit, you like being fucked,” he snarled. “That’s certainly not part of the game. I hope that the next card you draw will change your fucking mind. It’s about time that you drew a torture card.”
Gus and Tim were both grinning highly amused at the turn of events.
“We’ve got a cock loving little bastard here,” Gus said with a laugh.
“Yeah,” Tim replied, “and he sure loves to bounce about on Kevin’s long cock. He’s a real little cock loving boy bitch.”
The men had spent over two hours from the time they first entered the room. It was now just turned midday.
“Time for the lucky little bitch to draw another card,” Tim said. “Come on, fucker, sit up on that bench and see what the next games to be.”
Jason felt deeply ashamed at having expressed his feelings so loudly. He had done his very best, but the poor kid was only seven years old. Grown men have failed to hide their true feelings under similar circumstances. He watched Tim shuffle the pack of cards, reached out his hand and drew one. He was now at such a low mood that he could not have cared a fuck what the card said that he extracted. However, he knew that he had to read it aloud and looked down at the card in his hand. The picture showed a young boy jumping in the air with a dildo sticking out from his asshole. Wires led from the base of the dildo to a small control panel lying on the floor. The young boy started to read in a very tense voice the words that were written on the card.
“Kevin will stick the eighteen-inch vibrating dildo up the boy’s asshole, and for the next thirty minutes, all three of you will watch as the boy enjoys the pleasure from this device. Do not switch the power level higher than three except to demonstrate what it feels like at five. At the end of thirty minutes leave the dildo in place set on random at level two. It may be removed when the boy’s asshole is required for other games. After the games, replace it.”
Kevin grinned widely. “Let’s see if you beg to have this dildo fuck you harder, cunt. I wonder if this will make you feel as good as when I fucked your ass, you snotty-nosed little bastard.”
Having spoken those encouraging words to the boy, Kevin sat on the bench and ordered Jason to come over to him while Gus went to the cupboard to get the electric dildo.
“Give me a hand, Tim,” Kevin said. “Lay the bitch face down across my legs so that the fucker’s pussy is over my lap.”
Tim got the boy in the position that Kevin wanted him as Gus joined them. He was holding a black dildo that was eighteen inches long and six inches thick. One inch from the base it had a rubber flange about a quarter of an inch wide. From the base, two wires trailed into a small box where they were plugged. On his way over, Gus had plugged a wire leading from the box into an electric wall socket. The box had a small pointer and a half circle of numbers starting from one and going up to six. There was also an on/off switch on the box and a little light that glowed red when the power was on. At the moment it is not lit up.
“Pull his legs wide open,” Kevin requested of Gus and Tim who each took a grip of one of the boy’s ankles and pulled his legs wide apart.
Jason’s asshole was now revealed to the gaze of the three boy lovers. It was red and puffy and only partly closed. Cum was still oozing from the hole. Kevin was about to enjoy himself.
“Now, you little cock loving bitch, let’s see how your boy pussy likes this electric charge.”
He pressed the point of the dildo against the boy’s half-open anus and pushed hard. There was no resistance as the eighteen-inch dildo drove straight up the boy’s dilated dick ditch. As the full six-inch-thick dildo entered the young kid, poor Jason gave a gasp of pain. As Kevin continued to force it inside of the boy, Jason’s gasps of pain tailed off. Once again his prostate started to respond to the invader as the fake cock was massaging that gland as it was pushed deep into the kid’s bowels. Jason loved it, it felt great, and his tiny cock quickly sported a boner, which Kevin could feel pressing against his own hard cock as the boy lay on his lap.
“You like the feel of this dildo up your shithole?” Kevin purred. “That’s good because it’ll do things for you that you cannot possibly imagine. I tell you, bitch, you’ll soon be hopping all around this room as you enjoy this dildo up your boy-pussy.”
The flange of the dildo was now pressing against the opening to the boy’s asshole. Kevin pushed it firmly. The sides of the flange were pressed against the shaft of the dildo as it entered the boy’s sweet but aching asshole. Once inside, the flange opened up slightly, and just to make sure that it was working, Kevin pulled gently on the ring set in the base to try and remove the dildo. The open flange prevented the artificial cock leaving the boy’s body. It would need a powerful pull to cause the flange to close around the shaft of the dildo, and until that happened, the cock would remain in the young kid’s body.
“Excellent,” Kevin said as he pushed the last inch of the dildo up the boy’s shithole. All that could be seen was two wires emerging from the kid’s rectum.
“I bet that feels real good, bitch,” Kevin said to the young boy.
Although Jason was not going to admit it, the man spoke the truth. It did feel good to the young lad having an eighteen-inch dildo that was six inches thick shoved up his tight boy-pussy. The boy hoped that Kevin would soon start fucking him with the black cock. He had decided that he loved being fucked.
Kevin pushed the kid off his lap and told the boy to stand in the middle of the floor. Then he picked up the control box from the floor.
“Let’s set it on three to start with,” he said to his pedophile friends.
“That’s a bit high, don’t you think?” Tim said anxiously. “Why not start on two?”
“No,” Gus spoke up, “three is fine. Look, let’s leave it to Kevin. As long as he does not go past five, and even then he must use five for a demonstration only. I want to see the little bastard dance so let’s stop fucking around and get on with it. Use setting three if that’s what you want, Kevin.”
Jason stood in the middle of the room with the wires trailing from his backside. He was not sure what was going to happen but knew that since Kevin was in charge that it certainly was not going to be nice.
Kevin turned the pointer until it was pointing at three on the dial. Then he flicked the switch to on, and the red light lit up as Jason leaped high in the air yelling and screaming. His body jerked about as he jumped one way and then another. He was having jolts of electricity passed up from his guts and running right through his body. The pain was intense although the jolts of electricity came in short bursts. Each burst sent his muscles twitching and jerking as the poor boy screamed in pain. Jason tried to shit the dildo out of his ass, but the flange around the shaft prevented that. The dildo was going to stay put until one of the men decided to pull it out of the boy’s shithole.
Gus, Tim, and Kevin were enjoying the sight of the young boy jumping all over the place. Gus and Kevin, in particular, were enjoying the boy’s yells and screams of pain as the jolts of electricity went through his slender frame.
“Now, bitch, you love to be fucked, you love to suck cock, and you love to eat out shitholes. You certainly dance pretty well, but I wonder what you will do if I increase the fucking power. I’m going to turn this up to five and just remember it can go up to six if need be. Let’s see how high you can jump if I just increase the power a little.”
As he spoke, Kevin moved the pointer to five. The charge that passed through Jason’s body made him leap so high that he almost hit the ceiling with his head. It took his breath away, and he was unable to speak let alone scream. As the power switched off, each jolt only lasting a couple of seconds, the boy landed in a gasping heap on the ground. Kevin laughed as did Gus and then another charge of electricity was passed up the poor kid’s shithole.
The boy was still lying on the floor when this next shock went through his body. He twisted a full circle on the ground as his legs and arms twitched violently, and once again his breath was taken away. As the shock wore away, the boy screamed and gulped for air. He just lay on the ground in a helpless heap waiting for the next charge of electricity to hit him.
“Turn the fucking power down,” Tim said to Kevin. “This was only to be used as a demonstration, and two shocks at that level are quite enough.”
Even as Tim spoke, the random selector sent the third burst of electricity at force five through the boy’s body. Jason was thrown up in the air and landed back on the floor on all fours. His whole body was shaking, and his face was turning blue. The pain that he was enduring was more than many an adult could have withstood. Tim leaped across the room and snatched the control from Kevin’s hands as the man was laughing his head off at the sight of the helpless young boy. Tim switched the power off and tossed the box back to Kevin.
“Now, put that pointer on two or three and no higher,” he said to his friend. “If you put it on five again you will be disqualified from this fucking game. For fuck sake, play by the rules.”
Gus, although he had enjoyed watching the boy jump around from the severe shocks that he had received, agreed with Tim saying, “Come on, Kevin, you know the rules. Don’t fuck around just keep to the instructions on the card.”
Kevin knew when he was defeated, and he grinned at his two friends.
“Okay I won’t use it on five for the rest of the session,” he said.
He turned the pointer to three and ordered the boy to stand up. Young Jason got shakily to his feet, and a dribble of blood ran from his mouth. He had bitten either his tongue or his lip while jumping and jerking so violently. He stood upright tears running from his eyes, and his whole body was trembling.
“Come on, bitch, I want you to dance for us,” Kevin said with a sneer as he switched the control box back on.
A jolt of electricity was sent from the dildo straight up the boy’s asshole and into his nervous system. It was not nearly as severe as when the pointer was on five, but it was excruciating nevertheless. Jason jumped a couple of feet in the air as he let out a long howl of pain. The charge lasted a couple of seconds only, and then the control switched off. Once again the boy stood trembling and then the next charge hit him. He jumped and jerked all over the place. As the dildo kept switching on and off, the boy was dancing all over the room. All three men were clapping and cheering.
Kevin called to the boy, “Come on, bitch, get your legs higher. Come on, you little bastard. I’ve seen plenty of boys dance a lot better.”
For thirty minutes the boy endured this treatment until, at last, Tim announced in a loud voice, “Okay, time’s up, switch the dildo to level two. It’s time for the boy to pick another card.”
Kevin reluctantly turned the pointer to two and placed the control box on the floor. The next shock that Jason received was very mild compared to what he had before. It made him jerk a bit and take a deep breath. The next jolt caused him to yelp. The boy hoped desperately that whatever card he picked it would involve the men playing with his asshole. That way the dildo would be removed.
Tim shuffled the cards and held them like a Chinese fan in front of the twitching boy. Jason’s arm shook badly as he stretched it out to take a card. He was still receiving mild shocks up his asshole, and they were affecting all of his movements. As he took the card, he was crying and groaning due to the electric shocks that he was receiving. The good feelings that he had undergone earlier were now just a distant memory.
He took a card and did a little jump at the same time. He had just received another shock from the dildo. He looked at the card and then read aloud in a voice shaken continuously by the shocks that he was receiving.
“The boy is to receive twenty lashes of the whip from each of you with ten minutes breaks between each bout of twenty. Remove any dildo nipple clamps. They are not to be replaced.”
The picture showed a boy hanging by his wrists from the ceiling with his body covered in red lines and a man standing with a whip in his raised hand.
A feeling of fear and relief overcame the boy who was still jerking about as he kept receiving jolts of electricity up his shithole. The relief was because the shocks were soon to cease, but the fear was from the whipping that he was going to receive. He remembered how painful the caning had been.
Tim picked up the dildo control and switched it off as Gus told the boy to bend over. Jason readily complied with the order, and Gus took hold of the ring in the base of the dildo and pulled very hard. At first, nothing happened, until the strong pressure exerted by Gus pulling on the dildo caused the flange to be pressed against the shaft of the dildo, and the dildo started to emerge from Jason’s body. Gus very quickly pulled the eighteen-inch weapon out of the relieved youngster’s shithole.
In the meantime, Kevin was removing the nipple clamps from the boy’s tits. He loved doing this because he knew how painful it would be as blood returned to those badly abused little nipples. He unclamped the first nipple, and at first, all Jason felt was a relief as the weight was no longer dragging on his tit. Then he let out a howl of pain as his tit started to fill with blood and the feeling returned to the nerves in the nipple.
“Doesn’t that feel good?” Kevin smirked at the young boy as he released the nipple clamp from the boy’s other tit.
Once again the result was the same. Jason screamed from the pain as the feeling returned to his little tit. Fortunately, the pain receded, and the boy felt quite light-headed. He no longer had a dildo up his asshole giving him constant shocks or nipple clamps pulling uncomfortably on his two small tits. What a relief it was for the boy to have nothing in or attached to his body.
Tim led the boy to a point in the room underneath a large ring set in the ceiling. Gus attached a pair of manacles to the boy’s wrists while Kevin put a rope through the ring. Then he attached one end of the rope to the center of the four-link chain joining the two manacles. He pulled on the other end of the rope forcing the boy’s arms above his head towards the ceiling. He raised the boy until only his toes were left touching the floor and then Kevin tied the other end of the rope to the manacle chain. Jason was thus left suspended from the ceiling with only his toes touching the floor. He was free to swing around, move backward or forwards or shift to his left or right, but only a few inches in either direction before the rope was tightly stretched.
By general consent, it was agreed that Tim would go first followed by Gus and then Kevin. By the time that they were finished, it would be nearing the 6 p.m. finish. Tim was happy for Kevin to go last. He had reasoned that if the day were drawing to a close Kevin would hurry to get through his twenty strokes and might not cause the boy so much pain as if he had plenty of time in which to whip the kid.
Kevin tossed a whip that he had taken from the cupboard to Tim. It had a short handle but a four-foot long leather lash. The lash was round and thick where it joined the handle tapering to a thin end which was knotted.
“Give him twenty lashes,” Gus ordered. “Take your time and don’t fucking rush it. I want to see his skin change as we watch and I want to hear the bitch scream. I bet his fucking baby cock doesn’t sport a stiffy during this game.”
Tim raised the whip above his head. He might have been kinder than Kevin or Gus, but he was not softy and had no intention of sparing the boy. He brought the whip whistling down through the air, and the lash wrapped itself around the kid’s waist. As Tim gave a jerk to free it, Jason, let out a shrill scream of pain. His body jerked and spun around as a thin red mark appeared on his white skin.
“Lovely,” breathed Gus.
“Beautiful,” said Kevin and he added, “Can you hit the same spot again?”
“I’ll try,” said Tim as his big cock throbbed and dripped pre-cum.
There was nothing like a whipping to turn Tim on, especially when he was the one administering the punishment. He brought the handle of the whip down with vigor and the lash once more curled around the young boy’s body.
“Bull’s eye,” said Tim triumphantly above the young boy’s screams as the lash struck virtually the same part of the boy’s body for a second time.
Now the flesh began to rise to form a red welt around the young kid’s waist. Jason was crying and screaming and could not help himself from shouting.
“OH…PLEASE…STOP…PLEASE…STOP…OH…THIS HURTS SO MUCH…PLEASE…STOP.”
“I stop after twenty strokes,” Tim replied cheerfully to the screaming boy. “You’ve only had two strokes, so I’m sure that I don’t know what all the fuss is about.” Then turning to Kevin and Gus, he said, “I’ll try to score a treble by hitting the same spot again.”
Grinning Tim raised the whip high and brought it cracking down through the air. For a third time, the lash wrapped itself around the screaming boy’s waist. The pain was an intense burning sensation such as Jason had not felt before. Right now it seemed to hurt more than when he was being burned with the cigarettes although it probably, in reality, was not quite so painful. Soon the strokes of the whip had left a broad red band around the young kid’s waist. The skin was broken in sports and drops of blood oozed out from the raised welts.
And so Tim continued to whip the boy slowly. His subsequent strokes struck the boy’s back, his chest, his buttocks, his legs, and even his little boy cock and baby balls. The only part of the kid that was spared was his head and face. From neck down to his ankles was fair game for that cruel lash. The boy jumped in the air. He struggled to move to the right and to the left. He attempted to move backward and forwards. He twisted and turned in an effort to escape the painful blows that Tim was raining down on his tortured body. It was all to no avail. Each time Tim brought the whip crashing down the lash would curl around some part of his body. Even his arms outstretched above his head did not escape the cruel sting of the whip as Tim aimed it high to cause it to wrap around the young boy’s thin arms.
The twenty strokes took more than thirty minutes to administer. Tim spent time in between each stroke discussing it with Kevin and Gus. The three men would stroke the swollen red skin as they suggested where the next stroke might land. All the time Jason was crying, screaming, yelling and begging for mercy as he jumped and jerked about.
The boy now had a ten-minute respite as Gus took the whip from Tim. The men had a short discussion and decided that it would be another ninety minutes before they had completed the game. That would bring the time to around 4:30 p.m., so there would be plenty of time for yet another game.
“I hope that it involves fucking the bitch,” Kevin grumbled, “I’m as horny as hell and need to get my cock up the twat’s pussy or down his fucking throat.”
Both Tim and Gus agreed. All three needed to have a good fuck, but they were bound by the rules of the game.
The ten minutes were up, and Gus made ready with the whip. Jason was suffering badly from the first twenty strokes and still had another forty to come. His body burnt all over, and had it not been for the fact that he was hanging from the ceiling, he would have collapsed in a heap on the floor.
The first stroke from Gus landed across the boy’s chest with the end of the lash wrapping itself around the kid’s back. The leather lash had struck across some of the cigarettes burns on the boy’s body adding to the terrible pain of the first stroke. Jason screamed as loudly as he could as Tim and Kevin smiled broadly, both men playing with their hard cocks. The second blow landed across the kid’s tender belly bringing yet more stinging burning pain to the youngster. Jason’s screams rolled out one after the other as the young boy tried to twist his body to escape the terrible blows. Like Tim before him, Gus rested between each stroke. Kevin and Tim called out suggestions as to where Gus might strike next as the boy screamed and begged for mercy.
“PLEASE,” the young boy shrieked, “FUCK ME OR MAKE ME SUCK YOUR COCK…DON’T HIT ME ANY MORE…PLEASE…STOP HITTING ME. OW…OW…THAT FUCKING HURTS (that was shrieked out as another stroke landed over the front of the youngster’s legs). LET ME DRINK YOUR PISS OR LICK YOUR SHITHOLE…PLEASE…DON’T HIT ME ANYMORE.”
Such pleas were all in vain as Gus slowly continued to work through his twenty strokes. It took him all of thirty minutes to complete his task, but at last, it was over, and he tossed the whip across to Kevin as another ten-minute respite for the boy arrived. Jason’s chest, belly, the front of his thighs and his legs were a mass of thick red welts, some oozing beads of blood. The boy’s body was burning up as he continued to scream in pain even though that it was a rest period for him. Jason realized that the worst was yet to come because Kevin was to take up administering the punishment. Jason knew that Kevin was far crueler that Gus or Tim and would do his best to cause the maximum amount of pain to him as he whipped him. The ten minutes rest came to an end, and Kevin raised the whip above his head with an evil smile on his face.
“I’m going to try to get the lash to land on the same spot for five successive strokes,” he informed the screaming boy. “I shall do that in four different places on your body. I think that I’ll begin across your belly since that’s a particularly tender part of your body.”
No sooner had the man ceased to speak than the whip whistled through the air and the lash wrapped itself around the middle of the young kid’s body right across his belly button.
“Yep, that’s the spot,” Kevin said complacently as the boy shrieked in pain.
Tim and Gus clapped, and Tim said, “Try to hit that same spot again.”
Kevin took careful aim, and with a loud crack, the lash struck the identical part of the boy’s body. Jason screamed, jumped and jerked, twisted and yelled, as Kevin remarked, “How’s that Tim? Was that what you meant?”
Tim’s thick cock was leaking a generous amount of pre-cum as he nodded his head and said, “Can you do that again?”
“Sure thing, mate,” Kevin said with a smirk, “I’m a real master when it comes to wielding the whip.”
He was correct. The next stroke struck the young boy in the same spot as the previous two strokes. Jason now had a thick red band around the middle of his body crossing his belly button and extending to the center of his back. It was already oozing blood, as Kevin got ready to administer the next stroke. It was perfect. Kevin was superb. The fourth lash landed on the thick red band encircling the middle of the boy’s body. Jason was on the point of passing out because of the severity of the pain. Kevin did not care if the boy lost consciousness; he would wait until Jason recovered his senses before continuing the game. Jason remained conscious as Kevin struck the boy with the fifth stroke of the lash. The young boy’s voice was hoarse, and his screams were not nearly as loud as when the men first started playing this current game. The fifth stroke like the previous four struck the boy across his belly. The red band was no longer oozing droplets of blood; blood was flowing quite freely.
“I shall now whip you across your shoulders, bitch,” Kevin informed his young victim. “Five strokes across your shoulders, I think.” Turning to Gus and Tim, he said, “Any bets that I can do as good a job on his shoulders as I did on his belly.”
Neither man would bet against that. They knew how well Kevin could brandish the whip. After all, he had plenty of practice during his years of playing with young boys.
Jason’s torment continued. Five strokes of the whip across his shoulders, again all in the same area. Then the next five strokes were across his lovely buttocks. By the time that Kevin had finished a thick blood band crossed from one side of the boy’s buttocks to the other. The final five strokes were administered around the boy’s throat. It took some skill on Kevin’s part not to mark the boy’s face by accident. When he had finished, Jason had a thick red collar. Blood ran from the collar down his chest and his back. That blood merged with the blood running from the other four red bands. Young Jason could be described as one bloody mess.
It was 4:15 p.m. when Kevin delivered the last stroke of the whip. The boy once again had a ten minutes respite before having to pick a new card. He was released from the ceiling, and he was lying in a huddled heap on the floor. His voice was almost gone. His screams emerged as croaks. Jason wished that he were dead because his body was in such excruciating agony.
Tim, Gus, and Kevin were all oozing copious amounts of pre-cum. Their cocks were throbbing, and their balls were hurting. All three badly needed to fuck the boy. At the end of the ten minutes, Tim held out the cards to the boy.
“Take a card bitch,” Tim said. “I fucking hope it will be one which involves us fucking your pussy. I’m sure that a good fuck would soon make you forget your troubles.”
The boy reached out a shaking hand as his whole body trembled and his skin seemed to be one mass of pain. He took the card. At first, it did not register. The card was green with no picture.
Then the boy read out in a hoarse croaking voice, “No more games today whatever the time. The boy will be left alone until 6 p.m., and then normal rules apply.”
“Fucking shit,” Kevin exclaimed angrily. “I told you that we should never have put that fucking card in. It should have been scrapped. Now, what the fuck will we do?”
Gus was equally disappointed although he pointed out that the card had been picked at the right time. “This is one of the reasons that we included that card,” he pointed out. “The bitch is just about played out after that whipping.”
Tim agreed with Gus and added, “It doesn’t matter what we think in the end. The card has been picked, and the play is over for the day. That’s an end to the matter.”
He looked at the boy who lay on the floor with a look of disbelief and relief on his face.
“That’s it for today, bitch. We’ll let you have a shit and shower at six, and then you can have a meal. Get a good rest till then,” Tim told the boy.
The three men walked out of the room as Gus put his arm around Kevin’s shoulders saying in a sympathetic voice, “It’s not too bad, mate. At least we’re only missing out on one game. If the fucker had picked that card first thing in the morning, we would have lost a whole day of games.”
“Yeah,” Kevin grunted. “But what the fucking hell am I going to do now. I’m so fucking horny, and I dare not chance going out after young boys two nights in succession. Shit, that little fucker had better pick a good card tomorrow morning.”
“At least there are no more rest period cards for the fucker,” Tim said
And so day three of the card games came to an end.
The following morning all three men were up early. They were determined that the games would continue at 9 a.m. sharp. Tim took the young boy his morning meal and drink and left the boy on his own to eat it.
Jason was in real agony; his whole body was a mass of aches and pains. The whipping that he had received had been brutal in the extreme, and he had not yet recovered from it. The burns on his body were also hurting a lot although the skin was beginning to scab over. He ate up his meal and swallowed the coffee because he was starved and thirsty. Tim returned to take away the empty plate and cup. Then Jason sat on the bed waiting with trepidation for the new day to begin. His home and parents were a distant memory to him now. His world consisted of three men, lots of pain, and plenty of sex.
At nine a.m. sharp, all three men entered the room. They were sporting huge erections, and Kevin’s, in particular, was oozing pre-cum already.
Kevin scratched his balls and grunted at the boy, “Pick a fucking decent card this time, bitch. I need to get my fucking balls off.”
Tim shuffled the remaining cards in the pack and held them out to the boy who was now standing by the side of the bed.
“Take one, cunt, and let’s hear what game you want to play now,” Tim said.
The boy drew a card and then began to read a clear high voice. At least his throat was no longer hoarse.
“Each man will take a shit, and the boy will kneel in front of him and suck his cock. When he has finished, the boy will be given a choice. Lick the man’s asshole clean or let the man fuck his shithole. The choice will be the boy’s.”
The picture was of a man sitting on a toilet with a young boy’s mouth around the man’s enormous cock.
Under the rules of the game if an order of play did not appear on the card, then it was alphabetical, Gus, Kevin, and Tim in that order.
The three men and the boy left the room and went to the bathroom. Gus sat on the toilet and told Jason to kneel down in front of him and start sucking on his cock.
“No matter what happens you keep my cock in your fucking mouth and if I should happen to piss you swallow the lot,” Gus told the young kid.
Jason knelt down, opened his mouth and started to suck on Gus’s giant cock. The man opened his bowels and began to shit at the same time as he began to piss into Jason’s mouth. As the boy felt the hot urine flowing into his mouth and down his throat like a torrential river, he got a strong whiff of the shit and almost puked from the awful smell. The boy liked the taste of the piss. Having had it in earlier games, he knew what to expect, and he swallowed rapidly intent on not spilling any. As Gus continued to shit, the boy got used to the smell, and he felt quite disappointed as the flow of piss dried up. He sucked hard on Gus’s cock trying to draw the very last drop of hot urine from the man’s bladder as Gus finished emptying his bowels.
“Okay, bitch, that’s enough,” he said to the boy. “Leave my fucking cock alone now.”
As Jason released the man’s cock from his mouth (the boy was really enjoying the taste of a big hard cock leaking piss and pre-cum into his mouth), he waited to hear what was to happen next.
“Do you want to lick my shitty asshole clean or do you want me to fuck you?” Gus asked the young boy.
Jason had no doubt in his mind what he wanted. “Fuck me please, Gus,” was his urgent reply.
“Get on your hands and knees, and we’ll do it doggy style,” Gus instructed his willing young victim.
Jason knelt as ordered as Gus got down behind him. He felt the man’s cock head pressing against his shithole and immediately relaxed his sphincter. Gus effortlessly entered the boy driving the full length of his hard, boy-pussy-hungry cock straight up the kid’s fuck channel. He did not stop until his big balls were crushed against the boy’s buttocks. Jason could feel the hot breath of Gus on his neck as the man leaned over his back. The boy gave a gasp as Gus started to withdraw his cock only to shove it back up again. Already Gus was hitting the boy’s prostate with his hard cock and the sensation that Jason was receiving was making the boy feel dizzy. Young Jason started to grind his backside hard into the man’s body trying to get every last inch of the long cock up his shithole.
“Fucking hell, boy, you love being fucked, don’t you?” Gus said as he started to slam in and out of the boy’s body.
“Yes, Gus, fuck me. Please, fuck me harder,” the young boy replied. “OH…FUCK ME. IT FEELS SO GOOD,” Jason shouted. “FUCK ME, GUS…FUCK ME GUS…GET YOUR BIG COCK RIGHT UP MY PUSSY.”
Gus obliged. He pulled his long cock right out of the boy’s shithole and slammed it back up again. In and out, in and out like a piston rod his cock went. Each time Gus thrust in, Jason pushed back hard, each time that Gus pulled out Jason pulled away from the man. The two were working together like a well-oiled machine as Jason used his asshole muscles to grip the man’s cock hard on the outward movements. He relaxed those same muscles as Gus drove back in not wishing to hinder the progress of that long hard cock. It took only twenty minutes before Gus could feel his balls churning. He felt his hot sperm traveling up the shaft of his cock as Jason felt the man’s cock head swelling and throbbing deep inside his body.
“I’m cumming. I’m cumming,” Gus shouted. “Fucking shit, boy, I love your asshole. You’ve got such a hot pussy. Oh…yeah…I’m cumming. Fucking hell, boy, here it comes.”
Then Gus started to erupt inside of the boy. His hot sperm shot out deep inside young Jason’s bowels as the boy cried aloud.
“FUCK ME, GUS…FUCK ME, GUS…GIVE ME ALL YOUR LOVELY HOT CREAM…PLEASE FUCK THE ASS OFF ME.”
Four times Gus erupted inside of the boy. Four times Jason shouted for more. Although Gus was willing, his body was unable to continue, and his cock started to get soft. He pulled his slack tool from out of Jason’s sweet hole as some of his cum dribbled down the kid’s legs.
“Oh, Jason, my boy, you have the best asshole I’ve ever fucked,” Gus said to the boy. “You’re a real cock loving little boy bitch with a hole as hot as hell. You’re a really great fuck, and it’s been worth waiting for. I hope that I don’t have to wait too long before I fuck you again.”
Kevin was impatient as it was now his turn to play with the young boy. The man sat on the toilet.
“Eat my fucking cock. Get it right down your fucking throat, bastard. If you spill a drop of my piss, I’ll wipe your face all over the fucking floor.”
Jason knelt in front of the man and started to swallow his tremendously long prick. The boy’s eyes bulged as he knelt looking up at the man sitting on the toilet bowl. Kevin began to piss before he started shitting. His hot yellow urine went flowing down the kid’s throat in a never-ending stream. Jason loved the taste of Kevin’s piss. It was a bittersweet taste, but very strong. It was also very hot as it flowed straight from the man’s bladder into his mouth. Then Kevin started to shit. His shit was not in the form of hard turds but was runny and yellow and smelled awful. Even Tim and Gus, who were standing to watch, complained of the terrible stink.
“That’s good fucking shit,” Kevin said complacently, “and that’s a real man’s smell,” he added. “It’s a pity that this little bastard wasn’t told to eat our shit. I’m sure he’d be a real good shit eater and would lap it up.”
As the man spoke, his piss petered out as his bladder ran dry. Jason continued to suck on Kevin’s piss slit trying to get the last drop of urine from the man. Kevin sat on the toilet bowl for a further ten minutes as every now and then he voided more runny shit into the bowl. Jason continued to suck and lick his cock, and his hands started playing with Kevin’s hairy balls much to the man’s delight.
Kevin pulled the kid’s head off his cock as he said, “Fucking hell, bitch, you do love a man’s cock now. I reckon that you would be quite happy to suck my cock all day. You’d play with my balls just as long too. Now then, cunt, what’s it to be, lick my fucking asshole clean or let me fuck you?”
Kevin was confident of the boy’s reply because he knew how much Jason had enjoyed it when he’d fucked him the previous day. Jason looked at the man and knew that Kevin was dying to get his cock up his asshole. He wanted to be fucked by the man just as much, but this was his chance to make the bastard suffer. Jason wondered whether he would be able to manage to carry out the task he was about to opt for.
‘This would pay the cruel bastard back just a little,’ he thought as he knelt looking up at Kevin’s face.
“I will lick your asshole clean,” the boy announced in a clear voice.
Kevin’s eyes filled with anger much to the boy’s delight. The man’s face puffed up with rage and lust. Jason was over the moon as he saw the effect his decision had on this fucking lump of shit standing above him.
Then Kevin exploded. “It’s not fucking right,” he shouted. “I need to fuck the bitch’s shithole. I must get my balls off, or I’ll go fucking crazy. Come on, fellas, let’s relax the rules this once.”
“No,” Gus and Tim said in unison. Then Gus continued. “The rules are clear, and it’s the boy’s choice. Now, Kevin, bend over a let the kid lick your shithole clean. It may not be as good as fucking the little bastard, but you do love a boy’s hot tongue up your asshole.”
Reluctantly, Kevin bent over resting his hands on the closed toilet seat. Jason knelt down behind the man and used his hands to spread the cheeks of Kevin’s ass. He now saw Kevin’s tight asshole, all hairy and smeared with yellow shit. It smelled appalling, and Jason wondered whether he had made the correct choice. Then he remembered Kevin’s reaction when he had made his decision known and smiled to himself.
‘Oh yes, revenge is sweet even if I have to make myself ill licking the bastard’s asshole.’
However, the boy could not help feeling a twinge of regret over not having Kevin’s long cock fucking his shithole. The boy had to admit that Kevin did know how to fuck. Of the three men, Jason enjoyed Kevin’s cock the most. The boy stuck out his lovely red tongue and gingerly licked the crack of Kevin’s asshole. He ran his tongue from the bottom of the crack to the top and then back down again as he kept the cheeks of the man’s ass spread with his hands.
“Lick my shithole, bitch,” Kevin rasped as he enjoyed the feel of the boy’s tongue on his skin.
Jason tasted Kevin’s shit, and it was awful, but the boy had to press on with his task. He pushed his hot tongue against the shit covered anus licking all around the closed lips of the hole. Then Kevin relaxed his sphincter, and the boy’s tongue entered his shit channel. The boy’s tongue licked up some of the runny yellow shit that had adhered to the walls of Kevin’s shit chute. The taste of the shit was terrible, and young Jason almost puked up. He remembered what had happened when he had been sick once before and managed to swallow his vomit as well as Kevin’s shit. He started to lick the man’s shit channel. His tongue pressed as deep into Kevin’s body as he could manage, and then he licked all around the inside of the channel. Each time he licked and swallowed to clean his tongue, he got another taste of the man’s waste. Kevin was groaning and moaning.
“That’s it, bitch, lick deeper. That’s the way, fucker, get your hot tongue up my shithole. Come on get my shit channel clean. Fucking hell, bitch, you’ve got a real asshole licker’s tongue. Get that tongue working, bastard. Lick me. Come on, bitch, fucking lick me.”
As he listened to Kevin’s words, the boy’s little cock began to stiffen. He was being turned on by the hard man’s dirty talk. Now Jason wished that he had opted for Kevin to fuck him. He ached to have the man’s cock up his asshole.
All the while, Jason was obeying. His tongue was working overtime inside the man’s body, and as the shithole got cleaner, Jason found his task getting easier. As he slurped and licked, sucked and licked, sent his tongue in circles around the inside of Kevin’s shithole the man was beside himself with erotic pleasure.
“Fucking shit,” Kevin groaned, “this feels so fucking good. Shit, bitch, you’re making me so fucking horny I’m likely to shoot my fucking load. Get your tongue deeper, cunt. See if you can find more shit to clean up. Oh yeah, that’s the way, fucker. Lick me with your hot tongue. Come on, boy, eat my fucking asshole.”
The boy spent more than thirty minutes rimming the man bending over in front of him. The boy’s tongue ached, his jaws ached, and his lips began to feel parched, but he kept at his task as he imagined the man whose ass he was sucking and licking fucking the shit out of him. Jason hoped with all of his being that he would pick a card soon that would allow Kevin to give him the fucking that he so badly needed.
‘Not only do I want him to fuck me,’ the boy thought. ‘I want his piss down my throat, and I would not mind eating more of his shit. Fucking hell, Kevin, you’re such a brute, and I love you.’ The young kid could not believe that he thought such things, but he continued to lick Kevin’s asshole with gusto.
Tim brought things to a close. “Come on, Kevin, I reckon the kid has licked your asshole until it gleams. I doubt there’s a trace of shit left. It’s my turn to have the boy now.”
Kevin stood up and looked at the boy kneeling on the floor.
“I’m still fucking horny, and you prevented me fucking you, bitch,” he said. “Don’t worry, fucker. Payback time is sure to come around that I promise,” and he moved away to make room for Tim.
Tim sat down on the seat and Jason immediately put his lips around the man’s thick cock and started to give him a good gobble. As the first big turd fell from Tim’s asshole into the toilet on which he was sitting, he began to piss into the kid’s mouth. Tim’s piss was yellow, hot and strong. Jason was enjoying the bitter, acrid taste as it flowed down his willing throat. He played with Tim’s big balls and began to savor the smell of the man’s shit as Tim dropped a second massive turd into the bowl. It was not long before the man’s stream of piss dried up much to Jason’s regret. The boy now found himself comparing the amount of piss that Tim had fed him against that which he had received from Kevin. Kevin won hands down. Tim did not linger on the toilet seat but quickly pulled the kid’s mouth off his cock.
“What’s your choice, bitch?” he said softly to the boy. “Do you want me to fuck you or do you want to lick my shithole clean?
“Fuck me please, Tim,” Jason quickly replied.
Kevin angrily punched one fist into his other open hand exclaiming, “Why the fucking hell does the bastard want you and Gus to fuck him when he refused to let me in his shithole?”
Kevin did not expect an answer to that question and in that he was not disappointed. Jason quickly got down on his hands and knees, and Tim kneeled down behind him. The man put the head of his thick cock up against the half-open lips of the boy’s shithole, and then he pressed forward. As he did so, Jason pushed back into the man’s body, and the boy gave a long low groan of pleasure as he felt the man’s thick cock slip up his boy-cunt.
‘Fucking hell,’ the kid thought, ‘this does feel so fucking good.’
Tim was able to slide the entire length of his cock up the boy’s rectum not stopping until his big balls coming into contact with Jason’s buttocks, which prevented him from further penetration. He waited a moment as he could feel the boy’s muscles tightening and relaxing, tightening and relaxing around his rigid fuck stick.
“Oh shit, Jason, that feels so good,” Tim exclaimed. “You’ve got the hottest hole I’ve ever fucked.”
“Fuck me, man,” Jason whispered. “Get your cock working and fuck me hard. Come on, Tim, fuck the ass off me. Please, man, make me scream. Fuck me…fuck me…fuck me.”
Tim obliged the boy. He pulled his cock down the boy’s shithole as Jason gripped it with his asshole muscles and then he slammed it back up as Jason relaxed those same muscles. Such was the force of his movements in and out of the boy’s asshole that Jason began to scream, half in pain and half in pleasure. As Tim started to slam his hard cock up and down the boy’s eager shithole young Jason began to yell and scream.
“FUCK ME…FUCK ME…OH…YES…FUCK ME,” he screamed out. “OH…THAT FUCKING HURTS…DO IT HARDER…FUCK ME HARD…OH…YES…THAT’S FUCKING GOOD. OW…OW…OW…FUCKING SHIT…I CAN’T TAKE IT…YES, I CAN…FUCK ME, TIM…FUCK ME…OH PLEASE, TIM…FUCK ME HARDER,” the transformed youngster yelled.
Tim was driving in and out of the boy’s asshole with all the force that he could muster. His thick cock would pull right out of the boy’s body leaving a gaping hole behind. Then with a powerful forward movement that thick ramrod would be driven straight back up the fuck channel. Both Tim and Jason were dripping with sweat. The two were screaming and shouting lost entirely in the most magnificent fuck that either had ever experienced. Gus and Kevin, their throbbing cocks dripping copious amounts of pre-cum, watched enviously as the man and boy had the fuck of their lives. As Jason kept screaming for more cock, for a harder more painful fuck, Tim could feel the cum rising from his balls. Jason had already had three dry explosions. Such was the erotic thrill that he was receiving and now Tim was ready to shoot his load.
“Here it comes, bitch. Here it comes, fucker. I’m going to fill you with my hot man juice,” Tim shouted as his cock swelled and throbbed deep inside the boy’s bowels.
“Give it me, Tim,” Jason shrieked in reply. “Give me your hot juice. I want all your thick cream. Fuck me, Tim. Give me your baby. Shove your cock up my shithole, man, and shoot your load inside my fucking tummy.”
Remember these words are being spoken by a seven-year-old boy who, until a few days ago, was totally innocent. The three men had corrupted the little bastard, and now the boy was behaving the way all little boys should react to their men.
Tim exploded into the boy. He shot the first load of hot cum into the boy’s bowels, and then he shot a second load immediately after. He waited a few minutes and then shot a third load of cream into the screaming boy’s guts. Jason had not stopped screaming and begging for more. He did not want Tim to stop. But after the fourth load of cum shot into his young victim’s asshole, Tim was utterly exhausted. The man pulled out from the boy and stood up.
“Man,” he said speaking to Kevin and Gus, “that was awesome, that is truly the best fuck that I’ve ever had. The kid is just something else again. I would not have believed that a seven-year-old bitch could enjoy cock so much.”
“Yeah, it’s alright for you fuckers, you’ve both had a good fuck. I’m still so fucking horny I could fuck the bitch and you two as well,” Kevin grumbled. “Fucking shit, let’s get on with the game. Let the boy pick another card, Tim.”
As Jason stretched out his hand to take a card from the pack that Tim was offering him, the time was eleven a.m. The boy hoped against hope that the card he selected was one that involved fucking rather than torture. He looked at the card that he had chosen and saw that it was plain blue. The words that he read out made his little heart give a quick jump.
“Kevin’s Card,” he read out. “The boy is Kevin’s for the next hour. The only thing banned is snuff.”
A huge smile covered Kevin’s face as he gave a loud whoop.
“That’s justice, you fuckers,” he warbled obviously delighted with the result of Jason’s selection. “Now I can have a whole hour of fun. Okay, boys just watch and eat your fucking hearts out.”
Then turning to Jason, he snarled, “Now, you cocky little bastard, you’re all mine. First, I’m going to teach you not to play fucking games with me. You knew that I wanted to fuck you and chose to lick my fucking shithole instead.”
As he was speaking to the boy, he walked across to the cupboard and took out a thin bamboo cane. He returned to the bench and sat on it then ordered Jason to lie, face down, over his lap. The boy, feeling very scared, obeyed. As Jason got on to Kevin’s lap and lay down, he felt a thrill pass through his body. His cock sprang to attention, and his heart started to beat wildly. The boy was being turned on just by the mere fact of feeling his body next to Kevin’s. Jason waited for Kevin to act. The boy was no longer scared he just hoped that Kevin would finish up by giving him a good hard fucking.
“Now, bitch,” said Kevin who could feel the boy’s boner pressing into his lap, “I’m going to give you a thrashing for pissing me off earlier. Let’s see if your fucking cock stays hard after this.”
He brought the cane swishing through the air to strike the young kid across his buttocks. The boy’s body was still sore and badly bruised from the previous whipping, and this cane quickly opened old wounds. Jason thrashed his legs up and down as he screamed in pain and Kevin brought the cane crashing down time after time across the cheeks of the boy’s ass. Thick red welts quickly formed as Kevin caned the boy unmercifully. The man’s free hand was playing with the boy’s cock that was still rock hard despite the pain he was suffering. Jason was screaming in agony and yet at the same time he wanted Kevin to keep hold of him. He wanted to be close to this rough and cruel man.
“Fuck me, Kevin,” Jason screamed as the cane bit into his flesh.
“Don’t you worry about that, bitch,” Kevin replied. “I’m going to fuck the ass off you.”
Kevin continued to flay the boy’s buttocks with the cane.
“FUCK ME NOW…PLEASE, KEVIN,” Jason screamed, “GET YOUR COCK UP MY SHITHOLE AND FUCK ME TO DEATH. I WANT YOUR COCK, KEVIN. I WANT IT NOW. PLEASE…PLEASE FUCK ME NOW,” the wanton child shrieked.
Gus and Tim watched in fascination. They had never seen anything like this before. Both their cocks were rock hard as they heard the boy pleading with Kevin to fuck him.
“Just a few more minutes of caning, cunt,” Kevin said to the boy. “Let me hear you beg me to beat you. I want to hear you plead for me to cut your ass to pieces with this cane.”
While he was speaking, Kevin continued to beat the boy unmercifully. Then the most amazing thing happened.
“CANE ME HARDER, KEVIN. CANE ME AS HARD AS YOU CAN,” the boy screamed. “BEAT ME WITH THE STICK, KEVIN, CUT MY ASS TO PIECES AND MAKE ME BLEED.”
Even as he shouted these things, the boy was writhing in agony. His cock was still hard as Kevin continued to play with it. Blood was flowing from the terrible cuts inflicted by the bamboo cane.
“YES…YES…YES…CANE ME BUT THEN FUCK ME. GET YOUR COCK UP MY ASS. OH…PLEASE, KEVIN. LET ME HAVE YOUR COCK, KEVIN. I NEED TO BE FUCKED,” Jason screamed amid the tears that were flowing from his eyes and quite oblivious of the pain that he was suffering.
The boy belonged to Kevin, body, and soul. Whatever the man did to him now was okay by the kid. Jason couldn’t have given two figs for Tim, Gus, his mom or his dad or anyone else for that matter. That is other than for Kevin, of course. The cruel rough man with a huge cock was all that Jason needed in life. As Kevin beat him with the cane, young Jason had never been happier.
After fifteen minutes of eternal punishment, Kevin threw aside the cane. The boy’s buttocks were a mass of red welts and deep cuts, which were bleeding. The boy must have received something like two hundred strokes of the cane, all across the cheeks of his ass. At the end of the fifteen minutes, young Jason was still sporting a hardon.
“I’m going to fuck the ass off you now, bitch,” Kevin said cheerfully.
“Yes…please,” replied Jason “and as you fuck me could you knock me around a bit?”
“Fucking hell, boy,” Kevin said, “I’ve never met such a cock happy brat who likes punishment as much as you before. Lie on your back, and I’ll fuck you like the girl you are. Don’t worry, kid, as I fuck you, I’ll slap your fucking face until you feel as if your jaw is broken. I hope you like your tits being bitten. I’ll have a good chew on them.”
While he had been speaking to the boy, young Jason had laid down face up on the floor. Kevin got on top of the young kid, put the boy’s legs over his shoulders, and then folded the boy’s body in half. Jason’s asshole was now sticking up in the air while his legs were pressed down over his shoulders. Kevin placed the head of his mammoth cock against the boy’s shithole. Jason relaxed his sphincter, and Kevin’s long cock entered the by with no trouble at all.
As Kevin leaned his body over that of the seven-year-old child and drove his cock hard up the boy’s dick ditch, he slapped the boy’s face with the open palm of his right hand. He continued to force his cock up the boy’s shit channel as he smacked the kid’s face with his left hand. Then, still continuing to thrust his long hard cock into the youngster’s body, he slapped the boy’s face several times alternating between his left and right hand.
Jason was in another world as he felt Kevin’s wonderful cock inside him. The jarring blows to his face made his little cock throb and jerk. The boy loved the abusive treatment, and he was hoping that soon Kevin would start on his tits. The lucky lad did not have to wait long. Kevin pulled his cock out and then thrust back up again. As he did so, he stopped slapping the boy’s face, bent his head, and started to bite and chew on Jason’s left nipple. Kevin was now punch-fucking the boy. His teeth were biting into the kid’s nipples sending the most exquisite sensations of pain through the boy’s body.
“Oh…yes…bite my tits…fuck my ass…fuck me harder,” young Jason said to the man.
Kevin grunted and moved his mouth from the boy’s left nipple to his right and started to chew on that for a change as his hard cock flashed in and out of Jason’s writhing body.
“FUCK ME HARDER, YOU BASTARD. COME ON, BASTARD…BITE MY FUCKING TITS…DON’T STOP FUCKING MY ASSHOLE,” Jason screamed.
Kevin fucked his cock in and out of the boy with all the force that he could muster. He stopped chewing the kid’s nipples and started to bite the boy’s neck, chest, and shoulders. Drops of blood oozed out where the man’s teeth had broken the boy’s skin, and still, he continued to fuck the kid. His long cock was driving the whole nine inches into the boy, pulling all the way out leaving Jason’s asshole gaping and then plunging all the way back in again not stopping until his big balls hit into the bloody pulp of the cheeks of the kid’s ass.
Jason continued to scream for more cock. He shrieked for Kevin to fuck him harder. He begged the man to fuck him to death. He pleaded with his abuser to bite him, slap him, and punch him. He told Kevin that he wanted to be hurt but most of all he wanted Kevin to fuck him forever. He wanted the man’s cock in his asshole for the rest of his life. Jason had already had three dry orgasms as Kevin fucked him relentlessly.
Kevin could not believe that a seven-year-old boy could take such punishment and then beg for more. But Jason was doing just that. The boys begging and pleading was making Kevin just as excited as if the boy had been screaming in agony. He was slamming in and out of the kid’s boy-cunt as hard and fast as he could. He had been fucking the boy for more than thirty minutes when his balls started to tighten, and his cock throbbed even harder deep inside the bowels of his willing victim. Now the man was about to fill the boy with his hot cum.
“I’m cumming…I’m cumming…I’m cumming, bitch,” he yelled as he slapped the boy’s face quite viciously and his hot juice erupted like a fountain of lava into the kid’s bowels.
“Fuck me…fuck me…fill me with your cum,” Jason screamed. “Oh…yes…Kevin…I love you…fuck me, man…please fuck me,” the besotted child yelled.
Kevin pulled his cock down the boy’s cock channel and then rammed it back up as he shot another load of his cum into the boy’s body. As Jason felt his face being smacked the sharp pain made his asshole muscles grip hard on Kevin’s cock. The boy could feel the hot love juice filling his guts as he begged Kevin to keep fucking him and also to hit him harder. Once more Kevin pulled his cock from the boy’s body, sperm was dripping from the piss slit as the cock head withdrew from the boy’s body. Then with a loud grunt accompanied by a sharp slap as Kevin struck the boy across his face, the man slammed his cock straight back up the boy’s shithole erupting yet again as he did so.
As the kid continued to beg to be fucked harder, Kevin pulled his cock out a few inches before thrusting back in again. Once more he shot his hot cream into the boy but, alas, this was the lot. Kevin’s balls were empty. He rested over the boy kissing Jason on his lips, sucking the boy’s tongue and exploring the kid’s hot mouth with his own tongue. As Jason felt Kevin’s tongue inside his mouth, he started to suck on it trying to draw it in deeper.
Gus announced aloud, “Okay, Kevin, your hour is up.”
The man pulled away from the boy with a laugh.
“Fucking shit, kid,” he said, “I started off the week by raping you, and here you are virtually raping me instead. You can’t get enough of my hot cock. I’ve never met a little bastard like you before who gets so turned on by the pain.”
Kevin paused a moment looking down at the bruised face of his young victim before he continued speaking.
“I wouldn’t have believed that a fucker your age could have enjoyed being fucked and beaten. Hell, kid, there’re still some great cards in the pack. If you’re lucky, you’ll draw a really good card this time. I bet that you’d love to be fist fucked.”
Kevin then released his pressure on the young boy’s legs as he stood and moved away from the boy. Tim, who had watched the performance with amazement and, to be quite honest, envy and disgust, snapped at the young boy slut, “Get on your feet, you dirty little bastard, and pick another card.”
The time was now just past noon.
Jason stood up and the sperm, leaking from his asshole, started to run down his legs. His face was bruised from the hard slapping, and he had teeth marks on his neck, shoulders, and chest. He swayed slightly as, with a smile at the corner of his lips, he stretched out his hand and drew a card. The boy hoped that it would involve plenty of fucking, especially if the one fucking him were Kevin. The kid gave an involuntary shiver, not of fear but of anticipation, as he thought of Kevin and his big cock and his, oh so lovely, cruel nature.
He looked at the card, and his heart started to beat faster as he read out the words in a high clear voice.
“If there is less than an hour to go, this card will be held over until tomorrow. You will take turns to fist fuck the boy, each spending twenty minutes before handing over to the next. The minimum time will be two hours and the maximum all day. Order of play will be Tim, Gus, and Kevin. The aim is to get your arm up the boy to the elbow. At that point, the game ends.”
The picture showed a boy kneeling on all hands and knees with a man’s arm up his asshole to the shoulder.
Jason gave a shudder of erotic pleasure as he saw the picture. His little cock was as stiff as a rod and stood straight out from his body. The youngster waited to be told what to do.
“Well,” Gus said with a grin, “we’ve got six hours to give this little fucker a real good fist fuck. By the time we’ve finished with him, you should be able to drive a tank up his asshole.”
Tim laughed as he replied, “When he’s had a couple of our arms up his shithole, he might not be shouting for Kevin to fuck him.”
They made the boy lay on his back on the table with his ass just sticking out beyond the edge. His legs hung down towards the floor, and Kevin and Gus stood either side of him. Tim was applying a thick layer of grease to his right hand and up his arm to a point just above his wrist. When he told the kid to raise his legs in the air, Gus and Kevin grabbed an ankle each, and Tim spread more grease onto the boy’s asshole. He worked it into the kid’s shithole using three fingers to do the job as Jason moaned and groaned with pleasure. He loved the feel of the three fingers pushing in and out of his ass, and his little cock started to throb.
Tim removed his three fingers from the boy’s shithole. Then he pressed his four fingers up that lovely chute. The boy’s sphincter was being truly well stretched as Tim worked his four fingers in, around and out of the youngster’s shithole. Tim, having taken his fingers out of the boy’s body, folded his thumb across the palm of his hand. Then he pushed his four fingers back up the boy’s shithole, but this time he kept pressing hard forcing his whole hand into the boy’s body until he was in up to the wrist. Jason started to scream as sweat poured off his body. The pain was intense as Tim’s hand stretched the boy’s asshole much wider than nature had ever intended.
“OH…THAT FUCKING HURTS,” the young boy screamed. “OH…FUCKING SHIT…THAT HURTS. FUCKING…FUCKING…FUCKING HELL THAT FUCKING HURTS,” he yelled half in pain and half in pleasure.
“Sure it fucking hurts, wanker,” Tim said in a mild voice. “It’ll hurt a fucking hell of a lot more once the fist fucking starts.”
As Tim spoke these words, he clenched the hand that was in the boy’s asshole into a large fist. Then he started to ram it up the screaming boy’s fuckhole. It was a real tight fit, and Tim could feel the velvet-like sides of the kid’s intestine sticking to his wrist. As Jason’s hole closed around Tim’s wrist, the man pulled his fist out of the boy’s asshole. The kid’s hole gaped wide. It looked large enough to get your head in, and then Tim thrust his fist back in the boy’s pussy. As the crying boy screamed and shouted that this was fucking hurting him, Tim pulled his fist back out of the boy’s rectum.
Gus announced, “Okay, Tim, your twenty minutes are up. Let a master fist fucker take over.”
Tim moved onto the spot that Gus had vacated and took hold of the boy’s ankle pressing his leg hard down towards the young boy’s chest. Gus greased up his arm and clenched his hand into a fist. He showed his big fist to the still screaming young boy.
“This fucking fist will be up your fucking asshole and coming out of your mouth before I’ve finished.”
He placed his fist against Jason’s asshole, and the boy relaxed to allow him unhindered entry. Then Gus pushed hard and, as Jason screamed from the pain and tears flowed down his face, the man rammed his fist up the kid’s hot asshole. He was buried to just beyond his wrist in no time at all. He stopped while he admired the tight asshole gripping his wrist and hiding his fist from sight. Then he pushed forward once more, and three inches of his lower arm was buried up the boy’s shithole. Gus pulled his fist most of the way out of the kid’s shithole and then thrust it back again. He gained a little more ground as his hairy forearm was plowing its way up his victim’s asshole. As the thicker part of the arm began to force its way up the boy’s fuck channel, Jason’s cries were of pain only; the pleasurable feeling had passed. Jason was shouting and screaming, laughing and crying, as pain his body. God, he’d felt nothing like this before.
“STOP…PLEASE STOP…I CAN’T TAKE THIS…PLEASE STOP…IT’S HURTING ME TOO MUCH,” the little boy shouted.
Tim looked down at the tormented boy with a curl on his lips. “I don’t suppose that you’ll complain when Kevin starts fisting you. Just lie back and enjoy yourself, the funs only just started. Now then, fucker, see how you like this.”
With that Gus pulled his fist down the boy’s shit channel and then thrust it back up again, down once more and back up. The man loved the feel of the kid’s asshole gripping his lower arm so tightly. The boy’s inside felt so hot, and Tim could feel the kid’s intestines pulsating as he kept forcing his fist up and down the young kid’s channel. Jason was crying and screaming in agony. This fist fucking was hurting him so much; he felt as if his body would split in half as Gus kept forcing his thick lower arm ever further into the boy’s body.
“Times up,” Tim announced as the twenty minutes elapsed. “Your turn now, Kevin, see what you can do for the bitch.”
Gus gave up his place at the rear of the boy and once again found himself holding one of the kid’s legs. Kevin was now standing where Gus had been.
Jason looked at Kevin through pain-filled eyes, and a thrill ran through his body. His cock immediately got hard again as Kevin formed his right hand into a fist.
“You love my cock, bitch, and you love me to smack you around. Let’s see what you think of my fist. I’m going to ram it right up your boy-pussy, and we’ll see what you fucking make of that,” he said to his intended victim.
Jason squirmed with anticipation as Kevin addressed him—nothing the man did or said could be wrong as far as the young boy was concerned. He wanted to belong to Kevin body and soul. He wanted to serve the man forever in whatever way Kevin determined.
Pressing his fist against the boy’s loose asshole, Kevin remarked, “I’ll have no trouble getting my fist in here. Your shithole is just waiting for me to fill it.”
He then thrust his fist up the boy’s fuckhole, not just his fist but well past his wrist. In fact, he managed to get a third of his thick lower arm into the boy before he stopped pushing.
“How do you like that?” he said to the screaming young kid. “Do you want me to stop? Maybe you prefer to have Tim or Gus fisting you.”
As he was speaking, he was pulling his fist out of the boy’s asshole before thrusting it straight back up again bringing a fresh outburst of screaming from the young Jason. As Kevin’s fist fucked his young victim getting his arm ever deeper up the poor boy’s shithole, Jason was torn between two powerful emotions. He was torn between the intense feeling of pain that he was suffering at the hands of this man while his other feeling, equally strong, was of deep pleasure that it was Kevin fist fucking him and not Gus or Tim.
The boy was being stretched beyond the realms of reasonableness as Kevin’s thick hairy arm drove ever deeper into his guts. The feeling of the fist ramming its way into his body made Jason scream in pain yet squirm with pleasure, and the boy continued to sport a boner. This had not gone unobserved by any of the men. Kevin was secretly pleased that he could have this effect on the boy. Tim and Gus were not nearly as happy as they considered themselves to be just as good at fist fucking as Kevin.
Then Gus announced, “Time’s up, Kevin. Let a real man take over the job.”
Kevin grinned at Jason whose face was screwed up in agony and ecstasy, and he said to the young boy, “Hold in there, fucker. I’ll be back to carry on where I left off in forty minutes.”
Gus took up position behind the boy, clenched his fist and thrust it straight up the boy’s asshole. As Jason screamed in pain, his cock went soft. He did not get the same thrill from Gus as the wonderful good feeling that he got when Kevin was messing with him.
“STOP…STOP…YOU’RE FUCKING KILLING ME,” Jason screamed at Gus. PLEASE…STOP…I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE.”
“Bullshit,” was the immediate response from Gus who was thrusting his fist in and out of Jason’s asshole. “You’ll take a fucking lot more of this, cunt. I’m not even up to my fucking elbow yet,” the man said to the screaming boy.
The pain that Jason felt as Gus rammed his fist up and down his fuckhole passed through his entire body. For twenty minutes, Gus fist-fucked the boy, and with each stroke, he forced his arm a little deeper into the kid. Now he had half of his lower arm up Jason’s asshole, and still, the boy’s rectum was able to stretch without splitting.
“Fucking hell,” Tim commented, “that looks fucking gross, fucking impossible, but the bitch has got half your fucking arm up his pussy.”
The sight was both fantastic and very arousing. Jason’s asshole was tight around the man’s forearm. Once again the twenty minutes flew past and then it was Tim’s turn. Like Gus before him, he wasted no time and thrust his fist straight up the little boy’s cunt. Jason was still screaming, admittedly rather hoarsely, and his cock remained tiny and flaccid. Tim was not any gentler than Gus was. He thrust his fist up the boy’s shithole as hard as he could. He could feel the tight grip of Jason’s ass around his arm. The boy’s inside felt as hot as a furnace and the walls of the channel pulsated in time to the young kid’s rapid heartbeats.
“Oh, this is so fucking good,” Tim said loving the tight grip of Jason’s asshole and savoring the boy’s screams of pain. “You like to be fucked, bitch. Well, how do you like it when you get a real man’s fist up your fucking boy cunt, feels good, hey? I tell you, bitch, that I can keep this up all day. I won’t fucking finish until my fist comes out of your mouth.”
As he was speaking, Tim, who was very jealous of the way that Jason appeared to have fallen for Kevin, slammed his fist in and out of the boy’s tortured asshole. Each successive blow forced his arm a little deeper into the boy. As Gus announced that his time was up, Tim had managed to get three-quarters of his lower arm into the young boy’s bowels. Young Jason felt gutted as Tim pulled his fist out so that Kevin could take his place. Jason was hardly aware of the new man taking his position until he heard Kevin’s voice.
“This time, you little bastard, I’ll get my arm into the elbow. You must push down each time I thrust up. Together we will give you the fist fucking that you want and deserve.”
Jason’s heart pounded wildly, and his cock sprang to attention as he heard Kevin’s voice and felt the man’s fist against his asshole.
“Oh, fuck me, Kevin,” the boy said hoarsely. “Get your fist up my asshole and fuck me. I’m yours, Kevin, and I want you to fist fuck me as much as you want. Make me cum, Kevin. Get your fist deep inside me and please make me cum.”
Of course, young Jason had no idea what it felt like to cum. He assumed it must be extraordinary judging by the behavior of the men when they said that they were cumming. They all went into a frenzy when that happened.
Kevin started to fist fuck the boy. He was not gentle as he rammed his fist in and out the youngster’s asshole. Jason co-operated with his abuser, and as Kevin thrust his fist up the boy’s shit channel, Jason pushed his body down on the fist. As Kevin pulled his fist from the kid’s bowels, Jason pulled his body up. His little cock was like a small steel rod sticking straight out from his body.
“Get more in, man. Fuck me harder. Get your whole arm up my fucking pussy,” Jason kept muttering to Kevin.
Tim and Gus stood watching as they held the boy’s legs apart. They were aroused by the sight of Jason and Kevin joining together to get as much of the man’s arm up the boy’s body as possible. They were also fucking annoyed that the boy could be aroused by Kevin and yet when they took their turn at his asshole all he could do was scream, “Stop it.”
Kevin was now forcing his arm so deep into the boy that he was penetrating the lad right up to his elbow. Jason was almost passing out from pain and pleasure.
“Yeees…man…fuck my ass…yeees…man…fuck my ass…split me in half…yeees…oh, this feels so good.”
The boy’s body was bucking and jumping, and his little cock was throbbing and jerking wildly as Jason had a dry organism.
“OH, THAT’S FUCKING GOOD,” the young boy shrieked. “GIVE ME MORE OF YOUR FIST, KEVIN. MAKE ME CUM AGAIN. PLEASE MAKE ME CUM AGAIN.”
Gus intervened and said, “Pull out of the little slut, Kevin. You’ve fist-fucked him up to your elbow. That signifies the end of the game.”
Grumbling, sweating and his cock throbbing painfully, Kevin removed his fist from the boy’s fuck hole. He looked down at the lad, saw the boy’s wide-open anus, and laughed.
“You’ll be able to take all of our cocks together now, fucker. Shit, Jason, you’re something else again. I’ve never met a little fucker like you before; you really do turn me on.”
Jason felt really proud as he heard Kevin’s words. Kevin was the man that he wanted to please, and he was also the man that turned him on. Jason would have suffered hell and brimstone to gratify Kevin.
The time was now two p.m. Tim said petulantly to Kevin, “You didn’t have to go right into the elbow just yet. You could have fucking dragged it out a while longer.”
“I didn’t intend to go that deep. I just got carried away, I guess.”
“Yeah and no doubt you wanted to save the fucker’s asshole, I reckon you’re going soft on the bitch,” Tim replied.
Kevin did not answer. Deep down, he knew that there was a lot of truth in Tim’s words. Once again Tim held the pack of cards out to the boy.
“Pick another card, bastard,” he said, “I hope it involves fucking your asshole because I’m as horny as hell.”
Jason took another card. Then he read the following.
“The boy will sit on one man’s cock while the other two will play with his body one at a time. Then the men will change places. Fucking order is Kevin, Gus, and Tim. The man going next to fuck the boy will be the one playing with the kid’s body. The game ends when all men have cum.”
The picture showed a boy sitting on a man’s cock. His nipples were being pulled by another man.
Kevin’s nine-inch cock was hard and ready for action. Unbidden, Jason clambered on to Kevin’s lap to sit with his back to Kevin’s chest and his legs either side of the man’s legs. As he lowered himself onto Kevin’s lap, he made sure that the man’s hard cock was lined up with his shithole. Due to the fist fucking that Jason had just endured his asshole was wide open and offered no resistance to Kevin’s big hard cock. With a sigh of pleasure, the boy sank down on the man’s nine-inch cock enjoying immensely the feel of it sliding deep into his guts. He was now sitting with Kevin’s big balls pressing into the buttocks of his ass.
Whispering to the boy to lift himself up, Kevin placed his hands under the boy’s armpits, and he raised the kid up off his cock. Then he let the boy slide back down his long ramrod as Jason sighed and moaned with pleasure. The boy’s cock was rock hard.
Gus had taken up position in front of the boy. He grinned as he watched the man and boy enjoying themselves and then he leaned forward and bit the boy’s breast just above his left nipple. He bit callously hard, and Jason gave a jump and a scream as he felt the sharp pain from Gus’s teeth. He did not stop trying to move up and down on Kevin’s cock, however, and his own remained rock hard.
As Kevin fucked the boy, or rather the boy fucked himself on Kevin’s long cock, Gus was biting the kid’s body in several different places. He bit the boy’s chest, his belly, his neck, and his shoulders. Then he started to bite cruelly on the kid’s little nipples taking turns to bite and shake each one with his teeth.
The boy was continued to bounce up and down on Kevin’s lap as the man continued to help him by pushing the kid’s body up and down.
Gus was now biting the boy close to his hard cock, just above the point where it sprouted from the kid’s belly. Jason gave a scream as his body shook and shuddered. The boy had a terrific dry organism as he continued to piston up and down on Kevin’s cock.
It was thirty-five minutes since the boy had first sat on Kevin’s lap. The kid continued to bounce up and down on Kevin’s hard cock as Gus transferred his attention to the boy’s nipples. These he began to bite and twist as Jason writhed about in ecstasy on Kevin’s hard cock.
As the boy continued to move up and down and Kevin matched his own body movements to that of the boy’s, the man’s balls began to boil, and Kevin could feel the hot cum begin to drive up the shaft of his cock. His legs stiffened as his cock head swelled inside the boy, and then Kevin started to shout that he was cumming. No sooner had he began to cry out that his cock erupted sending a hot stream of man cream into the boy’s belly. Jason felt his bowels start to fill with his hero’s ball juice and enthusiastically bounced up and down on Kevin’s cock. The man groaned with pleasure and delight as his cock erupted a second time and then a third. Jason was not yet satisfied as he zealously bounced up and down even faster while Gus bit his boy nipples, twisting and pulling them in his teeth.
“Give me more of your cream, man. Keep fucking me, Kevin. Fuck me, Kevin. Fuck me…fuck me…oh, please, keep fucking me,” the wanton kid screeched as he tried to make Kevin cum again.
He succeeded—Kevin shot the fourth load of cream into his young boy lover as Jason’s body stiffened and the boy screamed, and then the kid had yet another dry organism.
“Augh, that’s fucking good. Oh, that’s fucking hot. Oh fuck, I love your cock up my shithole.”
As Kevin, thoroughly exhausted, lifted the boy off his rapidly sagging cock and then off his lap, he said to the young kid, “Fucking hell boy you are insatiable. I’ve never known a kid love cock as much as you do.”
Jason did not reply, but if he had, he would have told Kevin that he loved the man’s cock above all others. He loved the man’s rough hands on his body, he loved the man’s dirty talk, and he loved it when the man hurt him while in the throes of passion. Jason liked being fucked by Gus and Tim, but he did not enjoy their other attention. The boy was a sex slave to one man only; that man was Kevin, and for him, he would have done anything.
The time was 2:45 p.m. as Kevin stood up and Gus took his place on the bench.
“Come on, bitch,” Gus said to the boy. “Sit on my fucking lap and make sure my cock is up your pussy when you sit down.”
Jason got onto the man’s lap and placed his leaking shithole over the head of Gus’s rigid fuck stick. Then, with a long sigh of pleasure, the boy let his body sink all the way down that long love stick.
The boy’s cock was hard, standing proudly out from the youngster’s body as Tim knelt down in front of the boy. He had a long thin metal rod in his hand. It was very narrow at one end and thickened out until it was half an inch across at the other end. As the boy began to move up and down on Gus’s cock, Tim took hold of the boy’s hard prick. He placed the thin end of the rod at the entrance to the boy’s piss slit and pushed hard. The rod began to move down Jason’s piss slit. The metal felt ice-cold to the boy, but the feeling was not too unpleasant, and Jason bounced faster up and down on Gus’s cock as the man helped the boy to move his body.
Tim pushed the metal rod all the way up the boy’s cock shaft until only the thick knob on the end prevented it disappearing from view. The entire ten-inch rod was up the boy’s cock and into his bladder, and still, young Jason moved up and down on the other man’s cock. Tim started to fuck the boy’s pisser using the metal rod, and Jason could not control himself as he screamed for more, ever more. He begged Gus to fuck his asshole. He pleaded with Tim to fuck his prick. The little boy stiffened up once more and had his third organism of the session.
“Fucking hell,” Tim observed, “this little bitch is the most sexed up fucking plaything I’ve ever played with. I’m going to try the roughened rod on the bastard. Let’s see if he finds that as much of a turn on as this smooth fucking rod.”
Tim removed the metal rod from the boy’s penis. Jason did not miss a bounce. Up and down he went on Gus’s hard cock as the man moaned and groaned with pleasure. The boy had such a hot hole, and Gus could have stayed with his cock up there forever.
“Oh yeah, bitch,” he gasped, “fuck yourself on my cock. Come on, slut, fuck yourself as hard as you can on my cock.”
Tim had gone across to the cupboard and returned with another metal rod. It was twelve inches long, tapered from a point at one end to a thick one-inch across at the other. A large knob on the thick end almost completed the picture. The thin end of the rod was perfectly smooth, but at a point two inches up from the end, the metal was rough and continued that way right up to the knob on the end. The rounded shaft looked rather like sandpaper and was not the sort of thing that anybody would want to shove up his prick tube, but it was about to be inserted in young Jason’s cock. Tim’s hand was shaking slightly as he took hold of the kid’s still stiff little boy cock.
Jason had a dreamy smile on his face as he bounced up and down on Gus’s cock. He had not paid much attention to Tim and had not noticed the way the rod had changed. As he pulled his body up the long shaft of the man’s cock, he felt Tim’s hand on his stiff little prick. As he sank back down on the man’s ramrod, he felt the cold metal enter his piss slit. He pulled himself back up the shaft of Gus’s cock as Tim pushed hard on the metal rod. It went straight up the boy’s piss hole and into his bladder as Jason let out a howl of pain. The rough metal being forced down his narrow piss tube acted just like the sandpaper it resembled. It rubbed the sensitive inside skin of the young boy’s cock causing searing pain to the boy. Jason sank straight back down on Gus’s hard cock as he screamed.
“STOP…STOP…STOP…YOU’RE RIPPING MY COCK TO PIECES…PLEASE…TAKE THE FUCKING THING OUT. STOP IT…PLEASE…TIM…STOP IT…PLEASE TAKE IT OUT OF MY COCK.”
“Like this you mean?” Tim asked the boy as he pulled the rod out of the boy’s pisser. As the rod emerged from the boy’s cock, it was streaked with blood and small pieces of raw flesh. The boy, no longer wanting to move up and down, groaned from the pain and remained seated on Gus’s hard cock Gus was having none of that.
“Come on, bitch. Keep fucking yourself on my cock,” he snarled.
Gus lifted the boy up in the air and then dropped him back down so that the kid was once more sitting in his lap with the man’s cock buried deep in his bowels. Then he lifted him up again and let him sink back down again. Gus was also jerking his lap up and down which enabled him to keep fucking the boy.
“You love your pisser being fucked, don’t you?” Tim inquired.
Tim smiled sweetly at the boy and shoved the cruel rod straight back up the boy’s piss tube. Jason screamed in pain and agony. The only thing keeping his cock hard was the metal rod being used to fuck it.
For the next twenty minutes, Gus fucked the boy’s asshole while Tim fucked the boy’s cock. As Gus rammed in and out of the boy’s hot shithole, Tim was forcing the metal rod up and down the kid’s cock. The boy’s screams were ringing around the room as blood, and tiny bits of flesh adhering to the rough surface of the metal rod were pulled out of the boy’s cock.
Then Gus started to cum. He shot a load of hot cream into the boy’s pain-wracked body. Then a second load and then a third as young Jason screamed and yelled as the pain from his cock became almost unbearable. Tim pulled that cruel rod from the little boy’s prick as Gus pushed the boy off his lap.
“You’ve had enough of my cock for the moment,” he told the crying young kid. “Let’s see if Tim can give you as much pleasure fucking your asshole as he did fucking your prick.”
As Tim now sat on the bench Jason’s soft cock was dribbling a few specks of blood.
Tim said, “Come on, bitch, sit on my cock. I’ve fucked your pisser with the rod now let’s see what I can do with your asshole.”
Young Jason got onto Tim’s lap making sure that the big cock was pressed against his cum leaking asshole before he sat down. The boy liked this part as he felt the hard thick cock sliding easily up his dick ditch. Once the boy was resting on Tim’s balls, he wriggled his ass around to get the full benefit of the man’s cock. Jason’s cock remained soft with a deep penetrating, burning pain.
“Come on, Kevin, it’s your turn to play with the bitch while I fuck him,” Tim said in a merry voice.
Kevin approached the boy that was sitting transfixed on Tim’s thick cock.
“Would you like me to play with your fucking clitty, bitch?”
Jason nodded his head to say yes as he felt his little cock, despite all the pain, begin to grow stiff as the man that he admired, nay worshipped, took a grip around his mistreated little pisser. Tim began to move the kid up and down the shaft of his cock as.
“Would you like me to give you a good wank, fucker? Would you like me to rub my hand up and down your little prick until you start to shoot your load,” Kevin whispered into the trembling boy’s ear. Jason was not trembling from fear. He was trembling with passion as he felt his hero’s hand start to rub his foreskin up and down his now very stiff little cock.
Tim was fucking the boy’s asshole as hard as he could, and Jason was assisting by moving his body up and down as Tim thrust his cock in and out of his hot little asshole. At the same time, Kevin was now rubbing the boy’s foreskin firm and fast. All the pain in his piss tube caused by the rough metal rod was forgotten as Jason saw a red mist of sexual lust before his eyes. The boy totally lost in yearning.
“Rub my cock Kevin, wank me off,” the boy shouted. “Fuck me, Tim, Fuck me as hard as you can. Oh, come on, Kevin, really rub my cock up and down. Make me cum, man. Please make me cum. Oh, that’s right, Tim. Really fuck my asshole. Ram your big cock in and out of my shit channel. Fuck me…fuck me…fuck me.”
Tim had hold of the boy’s body one hand on either side of his waist lifting and lowering the kid onto his cock as he thrust his lap up and down. Jason was helping by moving up and down at the same time. The boy was eager to have as much of Tim’s cock inside him as he could.
Kevin was wanking the boy’s mistreated pisser as brutishly as his hand could manage. Jason felt his body stiffen as Tim, much to their mutual delight and pleasure, rammed his thick cock in and out of the youngster’s bowels.
“I’m cumming…I’m cumming…fuck me, Tim. Fuck me harder,” the boy shrieked. “Make me cum, Kevin. Oh please, man, wank me off and make me cum,” he cried as once again he was in the throes of a dry organism. However, it was not quite a dry one this time. A drop of clear liquid shot from the boy’s cock splattering Kevin’s hand as he masturbated the boy. Kevin looked at his hand, smiled a broad smile, and licked the clear liquid off.
“Fucking hell, Jason, you’ve just shot your first load of cum,” the man said. “Congratulations, it tastes delicious. Before long, you’ll be shooting as much cum from that little clitty as the rest of us accomplish from our cocks.”
Tim was still fucking the boy’s asshole as hard as he could. When Jason had his organism, the man almost came up the boy’s dick ditch. As Jason’s body stiffened and his little prick shot its first small load of boy juice, his asshole muscles gripped the shaft of Tim’s cock, and the effect was electrifying. It was almost enough to cause Tim to erupt, but the man managed to control himself. He wanted to fuck the boy’s asshole for at least another fifteen minutes. Tim was fucking the boy’s asshole as hard as he possibly could. Jason was squirming, wriggling, bouncing up and down and begging Tim to keep fucking him.
Kevin was no longer masturbating the boy. Instead, he had grabbed the kid’s small balls, and he started to squeeze and twist them. His cock was still hard despite having just had an organism, and he now started screaming for Kevin to twist his balls, or to pull on his fucking cock. Kevin let go of the boy’s private parts and began to suck and nibble on one of Jason’s sore nipples.
“Oh yes,” the boy sighed, “oh that’s so fucking good. Please, Kevin, bite my tits. Please pull them with your teeth and make them grow bigger.
“Oh, Tim, fuck me harder, get your big cock deep inside my shithole.”
Tim obliged. He thrust his thick cock up the kid’s fuck hole as Jason gripped the shaft with his ass muscles. He pulled it down as he lifted the kid into the air and then let go of the boy’s body so that he sank back on the massive spear once more. Up and down the boy’s shit channel Tim thrust his hard weapon as Kevin bit and chewed on the kid’s nipples. Jason was groaning and moaning as he begged both men to continue. He wanted them to both fuck him and bite him a lot harder.
Once again, astonishingly, Jason’s body became rigid as he had an enormous organism. This time there was no doubt, thin clear liquid shot out of his piss hole and landed on Kevin’s chest. The boy was in another world, one filled with lust and passion. It was a world that he did not want to leave.
As the boy shot his love juice into the air, his muscles tightened around Tim’s cock. To the man, it was like a vice gripping the shaft of his cock. He could not help himself this time and shot a hot load of cum into the young boy’s guts. Panting and gasping Tim lifted the boy from his cock and then slammed him back down on it as more cum erupted into his young victim. Kevin had let go of the boy’s nipples and was busy sucking the youngster’s cock determined to swallow every last drop of the young boy’s juice. He loved the sweet taste of the kid’s juice. It was so much better than the love juice that grown men produced.
Jason was screaming for Tim to fuck him harder, begging the man to cum inside him again, but all his pleading was in vain. Tim was not able to cum again for the third time. The first two eruptions had been so great that his balls were now entirely empty. He lifted the boy from off his lap, and Jason stood on the floor. Thick strings of cum were running down his legs as his bowels were no longer able to contain the love juice. His swollen nipples were bleeding, and his body was covered in bites. It was difficult to believe that this was the same boy that had been kidnapped less than a week ago. He had a look of lust on his face as his lovely little red lips pouted.
“Fucking hell, Tim, I thought you’d have cum a few more times than that. The other two did,” the young boy disparaged his tormentor.
A red rage, caused by embarrassment and a certain amount of shame, descended on Tim when he heard the boy’s words. He had to use all of his self-control to prevent himself from knocking the boy about. He turned away from the boy
“I hope that your next card does not involve punishment. If it does, you’ll be fucking sorry for saying that,” Tim hissed at the churlish boy.
The time was now almost 4:15 p.m. and Gus was anxious to get things moving.
“Get the bitch to take another card, Tim,” Gus said. “We’re running out of time.”
Tim proffered the depleted pack of cards to the boy. Jason picked one and blanched slightly as he read the words.
“Each man will either whip, cane or belt the boy. Gus will use the whip, Tim the cane and Kevin the belt in that order. Thirty strokes each and the boy will select the whip, cane and belt to be used. Failure to select will mean that ten strokes are added for each implement and the man will choose his own.”
Tim gave a whoop as he snarled at the kid, “I bet you won’t be shouting for more when I’ve finished caning your fucking ass, bitch.”
Gus led the boy over to the cupboard accompanied by Tim and Kevin. He was then told to choose a whip from the selection on offer. He picked one with a thin leather lash. He had not noticed that the last twelve inches had small metal studs in the leather. When these came into contact with his flesh, they would probably tear his skin.
Next, he was told to choose a cane. The boy decided that a thick bamboo cane was more acceptable than the than the swishy type that could really cut into the flesh. Again he failed to notice that one end of the cane was split so that as the rod struck his body, it could catch and tear his flesh.
Finally, he chose a belt. This was for Kevin to use and Jason looked for the meanest one that he could see. He chose a thin leather belt that had two rows of pointed brass studs on either side. He smiled at Kevin as he said, “I want you to use that one on me, please.”
Kevin looked at the kid and said, “You may be sorry for choosing that one, bitch. I go last so your body will already have been badly cut, and believe me, I won’t take it easy. I’ll give you a belting that you’ll remember for the remaining few days of your fucking life.”
Jason smiled again. “I hope that you’ll fucking do that. I’ll remember that it was you who gave it to me. I’d prefer you to fuck my asshole, but if it has to be a belting instead, that’s better than nothing.”
“Shut your fucking face,” Gus interrupted, “and get over here.”
The man was standing underneath the hook in the ceiling, and Jason quickly joined him there. Having tied the boy’s wrists together, Gus strung him from the ceiling in the same way as he had been strung up previously. However, this time the boy’s feet did not reach the ground. His body was to be allowed to swing backward and forward or in small circles.
Gus stood away from the youngster, raised the whip above his shoulder and then brought it whistling through the air. The lash curled around the boy’s waist with the metal studs cutting into the kid’s flesh. Jason screamed in pain as the lash struck him and his body swung around from the hook in the ceiling.
“Pleased with your choice of a whip, bitch?” Gus asked the young kid. “Maybe you never noticed the metal studs. They really do make you feel good, don’t they?”
Jason moaned as Gus lifted the whip a second time. This time the lash landed with a crack around the boy’s throat. As Gus pulled the whip from the boy it made the kid’s body spin and Jason could barely cry out because the pain in his throat was so bad.
“Did you say to Kevin that you would settle for a beating if you couldn’t get fucked?” Gus asked as he brought the whip down across the boy’s shoulders.
Jason screamed as loud as he could as the lash bit into his tender flesh. Each time it landed around his body it left a red circle with blobs of blood. The boy’s cock was flaccid as the whipping continued. Jason was not turned on to pain dispensed by this man. He was in agony as his body spun around each time that the lash was uncurled from around his body.
Gus whipped the boy for thirty minutes, each stroke taking a minute to deliver. When he had finished, the boy’s body was covered from the neck down to his ankles in red rings dripping blood. Gus was so turned on by the scene and also by hearing the boy long and load screams that before he had quite finished administering the thirty strokes, he had shot his load all over the helpless young boy. As he finished the dishing out the last of the thirty strokes, Gus tossed the whip aside.
“I feel fucking drained,” he announced to the room in general. “That was one of the best sessions of whipping that I’ve ever enjoyed. Come on, Tim. Get the fucking cane working. I want to hear that little bitch beg for mercy.”
Tim now took over. First, he lowered the kid from the hook in the ceiling. Then he took him to the rack against the wall. He tied the boy’s arms and legs to the rack so that Jason resembled a St. Andrew’s cross or an X. The boy was still moaning and groaning, and the young kid could hardly stand. Tim did not mind that the front of the boy’s body was resting against the rack, and he did not require the boy to stand up. He looked nastily at young Jason. He too had heard what the boy had said to Kevin about being beaten with the belt.
“You don’t mind Kevin using the belt on you,” he said to the kid in a mincing tone of voice. “Well, my little lover boy, I wonder how much you’ll enjoy the cane. The whip was a treat for you, but I think that this cane may just suit you a little better.”
Tim raised the cane above his head and brought it down with a sharp crack across the kid’s tender buttocks. The cheeks of the boy’s ass were already red and raw from the whipping that he had just undergone. As the first stroke of the cane landed, he let out an unearthly scream and almost fainted from the pain. Tim raised the cane a second time
“Come on, bitch, beg me to stop. Make promises of what you will do for me if I sop caning you.”
Tim struck the boy a second time about half an inch above the first mark. This time the ends of the cane opened and pinched the kid’s flesh as Tim raised it from the boy’s body. The pain was intolerable, searing, burning and tearing and a red mist covered the young boy’s eyes. Tim struck, again and again, each time inviting the boy to beg for mercy. After the fifteenth stroke of the cane, strokes that had steadily worked up from the boy’s buttocks to the middle of his back, Jason could hold out no longer.
“Please, Tim, please Tim,” the unhappy boy cried, “stop caning me, and I will suck your cock, lick your asshole or do anything else that you want.”
The cane hit a little higher up the boy’s body as Tim said, “Will you drink my piss?”
“YES…YES…ANYTHING…ANYTHING AT ALL,” the boy shrieked.
The cane struck once again as Tim asked, “Will you eat my shit?”
“YES…ANYTHING…STOP CANING ME. PLEASE, TIM, I’LL DRINK YOUR PISS AND EAT YOUR SHIT, BUT PLEASE STOP CANING ME”
The cane struck once more as Tim asked, “Will you crap my cum into a bowl after I’ve fucked you together with your shit and then eat it?”
“YES…YES…YES…ANYTHING. I’LL DO ANYTHING THAT YOU WANT…BUT PLEASE FOR FUCK SAKE STOP CANING ME,” young Jason screamed out to the man.
Tim snorted with derision as he struck the begging boy another cruel blow.
“Stop caning, you cunt, don’t be fucking stupid. The card said thirty strokes of the cane and thirty fucking strokes you’ll get.” Another hard blow across the middle of Jason’s back as Tim went on, “You’ll eat my shit and drink my piss if the card that you choose tells you to do that. Have no fear, bitch. There’re cards in the pack that cover all those lovely little games.”
Yet another hard strike from the cane and the split ends were now becoming slightly frayed adding to the pain that the blows caused. Tim was swinging the cane with as much force as he could muster and his powerful muscled body was able to muster an awful lot of force. Tim took just over thirty minutes to administer the boy’s penalty. When he had finished, the boy’s back was a mass of bleeding red welts. Hardly an inch of the kid’s skin remained unaffected.
The time was now 5:30 p.m., and it was, at last, Kevin’s turn to beat the boy using the belt that the kid had selected. Kevin crossed to where to the boy was fixed to the rack and looked at the kid’s back and buttocks.
“I think that you’ve been cut up enough on the back,” he said to the crying boy. “I’m going to tie you down on the bench, face up, and give your belly and chest a really good belting.”
Jason had ceased crying and moaning as Kevin undid his wrists and ankles. The man helped the limping boy across to the bench as Gus and Tim looked on.
“Give the fucker a kiss; you know you’re in love with the bitch,” Tim shouted across with a laugh, albeit with a bitter look on his face.
“I’ll show you who loves fucking who,” Kevin replied. “Just hear the boy scream when I start work on the little faggot.”
He secured the boy’s arms and legs to the bench with some rope and then flicked the belt in the air just above the kid’s eyes. Jason noticed the light shining in the pointed metal studs as watched the leather belt swinging backward and forward above him. For the first time since this particular card game had started, Jason’s cock began to grow hard.
“I don’t believe it,” Gus said. “The little fucker is getting hard. Shit, Kevin, that little bastard has really fallen for you.”
“Scream fucker,” Kevin snarled at the boy as he swung the belt down. It caught the boy across his chest, and the metal studs bit into his flesh causing him to scream out in pain.
“That’s right, bastard. Let’s hear your screams,” Kevin said to the boy, and he winked at the kid. Only Jason saw the wink.
His little cock was rock hard as the belt came crashing down over his belly. He let out and a loud, long scream of pain although his cock stayed hard. The scream was mainly for the benefit of Gus and Tim, and he managed to give Kevin a little smile.
“That’s right, bastard, fucking scream. Beg me for fucking mercy, you dirty little faggot cunt,” Kevin snarled at the boy as he brought the belt crashing down once more.
As he struck the boy yet another blow, this one across the boy’s tender belly, Jason started to scream out, “MERCY, KEVIN…PLEASE SHOW ME MERCY…OH…STOP, KEVIN THIS…IT HURTS TOO MUCH…PLEASE FUCK ME INSTEAD.”
Kevin knew that the boy was playacting. The boy’s eyes were full of pain, his face was twisted in agony, but so long as Kevin was administering the belting, Jason did not want it to stop. He wanted to bring his master as much pleasure as he could no matter how much he suffered in doing it. Somehow Kevin knew exactly what the boy was thinking. He belted the kid’s belly. He belted his chest, his throat, his legs and also across his young boy cock. The blows crisscrossed leaving ugly red bloody trails on the young child’s beautiful boy body.
Jason was screaming and begging the man to stop not meaning a word of what he was saying. Then, as the twenty-fifth stroke of the belt struck him just above his cock, the boy’s body violently jerked, and his little cock throbbed as the piss slit opened. A thin stream of juice shot from the kid’s body high in the air. As the boy ejaculated, Kevin raised his belt high in the air. He brought it smashing down across the young kid’s tender cock, the cock that had just a moment ago shot a stream of love juice into the air. Jason screamed in agony, this time for real. Tim and Gus looked at each other and smiled. They had been wrong in thinking that Kevin had turned soft over the boy. No fucker would have struck such a blow if he had been in love with the kid.
“One more blow to come,” Kevin said to the screaming boy. “Believe me, fucker, I really do enjoy making you scream.”
And with that, Kevin struck the kid another blow across his tiny cock. The blow was excruciating agony for the young boy. It hurt so much that it took the boy’s breath away and he was hardly able to scream. His face turned white and his eyes glazed over, but he did not lose consciousness.
“And that’s your lot for today,” Kevin said. “It is now five past six. I hope that you’ve quite recovered by tomorrow because most of the cards left are right corkers.”
He laughed brutally as he turned to Tim and Gus. “Okay, fellows, let’s take the kid to the bathroom and then we’ll prepare a meal. I reckon day five will be worth waiting for.”
The evening routine followed that of the previous few evenings and eventually Jason was returned to the playroom for the night. Then, Tim, Gus, and Kevin sat in the kitchen talking.
Tim spoke first. “Tomorrow is the fifth day, and so the four snuff cards must be included in the pack,” he said.
Gus and Kevin both agreed although Gus remarked, “It would be a pity if he drew one tomorrow. We can have lots more fun with the bastard if he doesn’t, and there are some fucking good cards still to come.”
Kevin remarked, “After such a great day today, I would love it to continue all day tomorrow. There are the scat cards still to come. I would love to watch that fucker eating shit. Then, of course, there’s the card that orders the boy to be castrated. I’m the one that gets to carry out that job as you two fuck his asshole and his mouth. I hope to hell that he doesn’t pull a snuff card tomorrow or even the next day.”
“It was a good day today,” agreed Gus.
Then Kevin suggested that they all have a drink and they agreed to have a whiskey as a nightcap. Kevin prepared the drinks for them, neat whiskey, half a tumbler full each. They toasted the excellent day that they had enjoyed and quickly swallowed the alcohol. Then Kevin made another drink for them all that they sat sipping as they talked.
After a while, Gus gave a yawn, stretched, and announced that he was off to bed. “I want to get a good night’s sleep so that I’m raring to go tomorrow,” he said.
Tim also rose as he too yawned. “Yeah, I agree. I’m going to turn in also.”
They both bid goodnight to Kevin and went off to bed. Kevin remained sitting at the kitchen table deep in thought. After thirty minutes he got up and went to Tim’s bedroom. He knocked on the door but got no answer, so he opened it and looked into the room. Tim was lying on his back snoring with his mouth wide open. The man was in a deep sleep. Kevin then went to Gus’s bedroom and again knocked on the door. No reply so he looked into the room. Gus was lying on his side in a deep sleep with a smile of contentment on his face. Kevin then went to his own room where he got dressed. He then went to the spare room and picked up a carrier bag that was full and carried it down to the room where Jason was kept. Entering, he saw that the boy was awake. Young Jason’s body was aching too much for the boy to get any proper rest.
“Jason,” Kevin said very quietly, “carefully listen to me. If you would like to come away with me now, I’ll take you from this place. You’ll live with me as my sex slave. I’ll fuck you a lot and torture you just as much as I fuck you. You’ll be my sex toy and cater for my every need.”
He waited a moment and raised his hand to stop Jason from speaking as the boy was about to respond.
“If you don’t want to come with me, it’s okay. You can stay here for the rest of the week, and the three of us will continue our card game with you. The choice is yours, and I will accept your decision.”
Without hesitation, the boy replied, “Oh please, Kevin, I want to go away with you. I love you, and I want to be your sex toy, your slave. I will do anything that you want of me, but I do want you to fuck me a lot.”
“Okay, now get dressed as quickly as you can,” Kevin said as he gave the boy the carrier bag that contained his clothes.
“I’ve given Tim and Gus sleeping pills in their drink, so they should be out for at least the next ten hours. Be as quiet as you can as we leave the house, we don’t want to take any chances.”
Kevin and Jason crept out of the house. Kevin opened the garage, and they got into a car. Kevin drove off with the boy in the passenger seat. As they drove along, Kevin explained to Jason that they could not remain in this country as it was too dangerous. If Tim and Gus managed to trace them, they would both be dead. He also told the boy for the first time that he would have been killed on the seventh day if he had picked a snuff card earlier. On the seventh day, it would not have been left to chance the boy learned. Only the four snuff cards would have been offered to him, and he would have chosen one that would have given instructions how he was to be killed.
Kevin told the boy that they would be going to South America in a couple of weeks. First, the boy’s body must heal and then the color and cut of his hair must be changed.
“I’m arranging new identity papers for you, and you’ll become my son,” Kevin told the young boy. “I have a nice villa in South America where I’m known by a different name. I’m well in with the powers that matter and always keep the right hands well greased, so we have nothing to fear. We’ll both have citizenship papers of that country.”
Finally, Kevin explained to the boy that from time to time Jason would be required to serve some of his friends. “They’ll fuck you a lot and torture you as well, but I’m sure that you will soon get to enjoy it.”
Jason smiled happily as he replied, “Kevin, you’re my master, and I’m your slave. I’ll obey you in everything, and I’ll be happy to do so knowing that it will be pleasing you.”
They pulled up at a block of flats where Kevin opened a garage door. He drove a car out of it and then parked the one that he had been using inside the garage. The man and boy drove off in the new car to Kevin’s house, whose address was unknown to Tim or Gus. In fact, they did not even know of its existence. Jason and Kevin remained in the house for two weeks keeping a very low profile. Then they left for South America and a new life for the boy began.
He was deliriously happy as he called Kevin “Dad,” and snuggled up to him on the plane. Kevin was equally as delighted. He really did love the boy. He knew that a lot of his love for the kid would be reflected in the pain that he caused him, but he was sure that Jason would grow to love such treatment.
“Yes,” Kevin thought to himself, “we’re both going to have a wonderful life together.”
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