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Faggot Birthday

MB) (anal, oral, scat, ws) (cbt, nc) (humil) (beast, inc)

The thirteen-year-old fucking faggot boy knelt totally bare-ass naked in the middle of the circle of men. It was, in fact, his thirteenth birthday. He was a slight, slender, pretty thing; too pretty to be a boy. Not the kind of boy’s boy who was solidly built and loved soccer or baseball. No, he was a faggoty wisp of a thing who played music and loved, get this, “Broadway Shows!” His father was so fucking ashamed of him. Where in God’s name did he ever get a piece of a shit son like this?


The boy was obviously scared. He trembled. He knelt with his back straight, chest out, what there was of a chest, head up, and his eyes on the twelve men around him. These were the kind of men that always terrified the boy—big, brutal, hairy muscular men of low intellect and a propensity for violence. Beer guzzling brutes. The boy wished his mom were still alive. He loved to spend time with her listening to the soundtracks of musicals and going into town shopping, but she was gone, and he had not a friend in the world. His dad wouldn’t let him hang with any kids a school. After school, each day he had to return the farm-like house on the edge of town to do chores.


The boy hated his father, who was a sick sadist. He hated his father’s friends. He hated what they did to him.


“Look at the fucking faggot shiver! Do you suppose he is cold, or are his faggot nerves all jangled from being near real men?”

 

The boy’s father roared with laughter, even though the remark was not very funny. One guy, Mr. Rawlinson, growled and scratched his hairy beer belly. The men were all dressed in dirty jeans and wife beaters. It was almost like a uniform or something.

 

“Oh, he’s a bit cold. I make him sleep on the cement basement floor with only one thin blanket. Of course, he sleeps bare-assed. Faggot boys are not allowed clothing in my house.”

 

“Why the fuck do you give him a blanket? Do you want to spoil the fucking cunt? Next thing he’ll want to use the toilet!”

 

“Oh no, not as long as he lives in my house, he shits and pisses in a litter box like the piece of shit, queer, cocksucking faggot his mother turned him into.”

 

It was true. The boy had to squat like an animal and shit and piss in a litter box. Then he had to scoop out the shit with his bare hands and flush it down the basement drain.

 

One of the men hawked up a wad of phlegm and spit it right into the face of the birthday boy. The stinking gob of spittle hit the boy in his left eye and ran down over his nose and cheek, some of it resting on his pouty lower lip. He knew better than to wipe the spit out of his eye. This gave the other guys the go-ahead, and they all started to spit on the kid. Thick gooey spit with wads of snot in it splattered against the boy’s face. It coated his face. It covered his lips and got up his nose. It rested thick and heavy in his eye sockets. The boy started to whimper a bit. He was even afraid to cry. Crying would make them more sadistic. They loved it when he cried. His father nudged him with his work boot.

 

“Go on, Asswipe. Thank the men for their spit and gobble it down.”

 

“Thank you for your spit, sirs,” the boy managed in a high adolescent voice.

 

The spit clung to his mouth and made strings from his upper to lower lip. The cute kid raised one hand and began to scoop the phlegm from his face. When his fingers were coated with the throat and nose gunk, he opened his pretty mouth and sucked them clean. He did this over and over until the spit was gone except for a shiny residue on his face. The taste was horrible beyond belief, but not nearly as awful as other things that he had been made to eat.

 

The boy’s thin little chest rose and fell as sobs choked in his throat. His tits were not very well developed yet. He had no pecs to speak of, being a faggot and not a jock. His nipples were little pink cones. They were sore most of the time because in addition to his father stretching them almost every night “to give him proper tits like a cunt,” the middle-aged thug sometimes sandpapered the boy’s nipples and dick head until they were too raw and painful to touch.

 

“Okay, Ralph, why does the little shithead queer have the word liar written across his wimpy chest. And why does he have eye make-up on?”

 

“You know, you try to do something nice for your kid, and he just throws it back in your face. I thought it would be nice for his birthday if we dressed him up like a cute little girl and took him out to dinner. You know, bra and panties, short shorts and stuff. A really pretty, little cunt! I thought he would love that, being a pansy, faggot boy and all. But I no sooner started to put the make-up on the little twat, then he cries and fights me. Imagine, actually fighting with his own dad!

 

“He screams that he is not a girl and not a faggot and doesn’t want to dress like a pussy! I slap him real good and tell him it is for his own good. He has got to face reality about himself. It was painful for me, guys, to accept that my only son is a fucking cocksucking, asslicking homo, but I have learned to live with it. Now the faggot has to accept it too, but he doesn’t want to. He screams and cries that he is a normal straight kid, a boy. Well, I can’t have the pansy thinking that. So I wrote the word Liar on faggot tits!”

 

One of the guys hauled back and kicked the boy in his flat, smooth, boyish tummy. The boy crumpled to the floor.

 

“Where the fuck did he get ideas like that from? Not a faggot! He sucks our dicks almost every night, doesn’t he? You fuck him in the cunt every day like the piece of dirt dick ditch he is. And he still insists he is a normal kid. Where does he get such shit, from TV?”

 

A guy behind the boy started to nudge the kid’s ass crack with one big work boot.

 

“TV? I don’t allow him to watch TV. Except out of the corner of his eyes as he is kneeling between my legs licking my balls while I watch. I don’t know; maybe I should blindfold the twat and plug his ears so he can concentrate better on his ball licking and not pick up stuff off the tube. But he isn’t allowed any TV or music, or iPods or cell phone or any of that shit. Faggots don’t deserve that kind of stuff.”

 

“He’s—she—probably getting bad ideas at school. Why not yank him out of school and homeschool him. That way, we could homeschool him to suck dick and lick assholes all day and night! I, for one, sometimes get a powerful urge to get my sweaty asshole licked in the middle of the day.”

 

The boy’s father nodded and put a booted foot on the boy’s naked back.

 

“Yeah, I’m doing the paperwork now. They make it so damned hard. He’s my kid, ain’t he? I should be able to do whatever the fuck I want with him.

 

“Why the fuck does a faggot need school anyway? He’d just crawl around the locker room trying to suck jock dick all day. I saw some of those eighth-grade jocks at the swimming pool. Some of them got nice sized dicks on them for thirteen. Bet they are already fucking lots of young pussy. But not my son, my son goes drooling over the jock dicks of the boys in his school! Oh, he says it’s not so, but I know it is.

 

“Shit, you want to hear something. I used to let him use my computer for schoolwork and shit. And then I find out he is looking at the website for that fucking faggot boy band, the Jonas Brothers. He was sitting there all dreamy like thinking about sucking their dicks and eating out their asses! He told me he likes their music, but I know better. I know it is their teenage fuckmeat he really wants. He probably looks at the bulges in their pants and plays with his little faggot dick! I went out and bought a bunch of teen fan magazines with photos of the Jonas Brothers in them. And I made him lick the crotches of the boys in the photos while I shoved an eight-inch dildo up the faggot’s ass! You should have seen how turned on he got. That was proof he is a hopeless homo.

 

“I warned him, I ever catch him playing with that useless clit of his that I’d cut the fucking thing off, so help me God! I tell you, guys, I was sick to my stomach. To teach him a lesson, I took a nice long shit into his mouth! I made him chew and swallow while looking at a poster of the Jonas Brothers.”

 

“Jesus Christ, Ralph,” piped in another guy who was fingering his ten-inch dick through his pants, “you never told us you were shitting in his mouth.”

 

“Jus’ started. He is still learning how to appreciate a man’s asshole and what comes out of it.”

 

“Can we shit in his mouth too, Ralph? I never took a dump in a faggot’s mouth.”

 

“Sure, you can all shit in his mouth. You guys are my buddies, ain’t you?”

 

The poor naked angelic boy on the floor with liar written across his bare chest began to shake almost convulsively. Perhaps he was thinking about having to eat shit.

 

“In fact, since it is his birthday, why not make him a nice big piece of birthday cake shit with cum for frosting! He’d be adorable with a turd in his mouth.”

 

“Anyway, I was telling you guys about writing liar on his chest. I told him he was a fucking liar for not admitting he was a faggot. This is how he repays my kindness, by lying to his own father. So, I decided for a birthday present, I would put him up on the internet. I will put him up there naked like he is with eye make-up on and liar written across his chest. I write his profile for him. ‘Thirteen-year-old Cocksucking Faggot!’ Well, I can’t say all the stuff I want to say, because they got these stupid rules, but I was able to make it clear that he is a homo twat boy who sucks dick and takes it up the ass. And it’s not long before he gets hits back from all kinds of queer old faggots who want to hook up with him. Guess what? I am going to set up cocksucking dates with these guys.”

 

The boy on the floor was crying pretty hard now, and nothing terrible had even been done to him yet. What a sissy boy he was.

 

“One queer who wrote to him asked him if he had ever tried dog dick! Ain’t that a fucking hot and sick twisted idea? The guy says he’s got two big dogs with gigantic dicks for the faggot to suck and take up his pussy. So I am setting up a date.”

 

While he spoke, Ralph went over to a black leather bag on the floor and withdrew a ten-inch beer can thick rubber dildo. He threw it onto the floor next to the crying boy.

 

“Here, get that up your cunt!” He barked.

 

As if jolted by electric shock, the boy jumped to it. He sniffed back his tears, reached for the huge rubber dick, rolled onto his back, lifted his thin young legs into the air and spread them, and rammed the ungreased dildo up his boy-cunt! He knew better than to dawdle when given an order by his dad. Sure it hurt like hell. It always did. And it was so fucking big. It felt like his guts were being ripped out. But it was much better than getting punished by his father! He shoved the dildo nice and deep so none of the guys would complain. He held his thin boy legs up, big boy feet in the air, so all the guys in the room could see the rubber dick sticking out of his thirteen-year-old asshole.

 

“Don’t stretch him too much, or he won’t feel our dicks tonight. I, for one, want to hurt him good!” a burly guy in his fifties with a pot belly said.

 

“Don’t worry. With all thirteen of us fucking him, he’s gonna feel it all right! He won’t walk straight for a week.”

 

“Around the house, he doesn’t walk. He crawls like a faggot should. But he will be walking funny in school for a while! The jock boys will know for sure he’s doing a fucked pussy walk. I had an idea to send this photo of him with “Liar” and eye make-up and all to all the seventh and eighth-grade boys at his school. I got a list of their emails. That might prove very funny. Some of the boys might want him to suck their dicks.”

 

“Shit, Ralph, send his sissy boy picture to the boys at the nearby high school too. Those older jocks need a good cocksucker and ass fuck when their girlfriends are on the rag.”

 

“Didn’t you get him no birthday gift?” One guy asked as he took his dick out of his pants so he could masturbate it better.

 

“Sure did. Show them, faggot!”

 

The teen boy opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. A stud, with a giant silver ball on the end, pierced his tongue.

 

“Jesus, what the fuck is that for?”

 

Ralph laughed and hauled his nine-inch prick out of his jeans. It was thick with a long foreskin and was leaking pre-fuck.

 

“Don’t you know? It feels great on a dick when he’s giving a blowjob. It enhances the suck! Besides, it also makes him lisp like the fucking little pansy he is. It’s hilarious to hear him talk. He sounds all lispy and sissy boy like! I make him give me long speeches on how he wants to suck the dicks of all the guys on American Idol, and it sounds so cute with his faggot lisp.

 

“When I do let him watch TV, I make him report to me in detail, which of the guys on the screen have the biggest dick lumps! That’s all the dirty little pervert watches anyway are dick lumps in pants. Shit, you should have seen him last year. He was just twelve and going nuts over David Archuleta’s dick lump. He wanted to suck on it so bad that he almost lost his little faggot mind. It’s all he could think about.

 

Then it was that faggot, Zac Efron. I know he dreamed of being Zack Efron’s little faggot girlfriend and get fucked up the cunt by him every night. I used to shove a dildo up the faggot’s twelve-year-old twat and make him pretend it was Zac’s dick. Now it’s the Jonas Brothers. He’d love all three of them to dick him a once. Two in his pussy and one in his mouth! Thirteen-year-old twisted son of a bitch!”

 

“We can do that for him. We can fuck his face cunt and his ass pussy at the same time and also one in each hand, and he can pretend it is Zac Efron and the Jonas Brothers all at the same time. Do you suppose those faggot Jonas Brothers fuck and suck each other?”

 

“Shit, they probably go out to do their concerts with each other’s’ cum in their throats and leaking out of their asses. Jesus, all those boy singers are faggots!”

 

The boy’s father knelt down, grabbed the rubber dildo, and roughly fucked it in and out of the boy’s stretched hole. The boy screamed in pain.

 

“Isn’t that right, faggot? You are crazy over the dicks of the Jonas Brothers?”

 

He slammed the rubber dick in and out brutally. The thin tortured boy made gasping and choking sounds. One of the men had stripped naked, and now he squatted down over the boy’s sweet soft face. He hung his heavy scrotum over the boy’s nose and mouth.

 

“Lick my balls, you sick faggot!”

 

The terrified boy immediately started to lick the heavy, hairy, sweaty nut sack. He has licked so many scrotums that he no longer minded the bitter, salty, dirty taste of unwashed balls.

 

“Lift those nuts with your tongue. Lick them, asswipe. Get them all nice and wet with your spit.”

 

The squatting dude’s dick grew to eight thick leaking inches. Pre-cum dripped onto the boy’s chest. The kid’s father ripped the dildo out of the raped ass and threw the boy’s thin legs over his shoulders. Then he placed the plum sized head of his leaking prick at the entrance to the boy’s asshole and roughly shoved. You could hear the popping sound as the dickhead lodged itself in the newly thirteen-year-old rectum.

 

“Oh, jeez, that feels good. Take it, pussyboy. Take my man’s dick. Take your father’s dick, you homo twat!”

 

Two guys moved in on either side and started to rub their leaking dicks on the soles of the boy’s naked feet. Everyone present would fuck the boy at least twice tonight. They would fuck his pretty little mouth and his raw raped asshole. They would piss on him and in him. And later they would all get to take a shit in his mouth.

 

Ralph decided he was going to dress the boy as a girl. He was going to rent the little fag’s mouth out to strangers and his ass pussy too. He was going to try to find guys who would hurt and abuse the boy. The boy would be dressed in bra and panties! A lisping little faggot boy! The father looked down and saw how large the boy’s nut sack had grown recently. His nuts had fallen, and he was producing sperm now! Not that he would ever be allowed to jerk off or anything. But the beautiful full teenage ball sack would be fun to beat with a ruler and a belt and metal rods and all kinds of things. The boy’s father reminded himself to give the boy a good thrashing on his teenage nut sack. He wanted to see those balls permanently swollen the size of oranges. Who cared if he damaged the kid, his dick and nuts were of no use anyway. It was only his face cunt and ass pussy that mattered.

 

He fucked deep into his son, feeling the soft inner ass squeeze his swollen dick. He heard his balls slap the boy’s pale skin as he fucked balls deep into his son. The reason he had invited his buddies over was that he wanted to start a new policy here at home. He wanted the boy fucked solidly for at least eight to ten hours every day. Fucked non-stop! To do that, he had to line up a whole shit load of guys since straight guys only like to fuck faggot hole now and then for fun. He wanted the boy fucked out of his mind! He wanted him turned into a mindless dick ditch! And this birthday party was just the start!

 

Happy thirteenth birthday, faggot!