Milton stood trembling before Mr. Black. He had only heard of him from his sixteen-year-old best friend, Ryan. Ryan worked for Mr. Black sometimes. How a sixteen-year-old boy got a job for one of the world’s richest and most powerful men, Milton did not know. There was a lot he did not know, for instance, how he had gotten himself into this mess.
Milton was a good boy, from a respectable, moral family, not rich, decidedly not rich, but well-off. He was a guileless, lonely twelve-year-old boy who had never had a best friend before Ryan. The older boy was so sweet to him that he had a boy crush on the attractive teen. That’s what got him into this mess. The hunky sixteen-year-old boy was no good, trouble with a capital T!
“Milton, Ryan tells me that he is having relationship problems. Now we can’t have that, because you see when Ryan has problems that affect his work for me, so you’re going to have to help us with his problem. He says that you and he have intimacy problems, is that right?”
Beautiful little twelve-year-old Milton shook his head and frowned. He did not even know for sure what intimacy problems meant.
“Ugh…I don’t know, sir. I mean, he’s my best friend. I really try to be nice to him.”
He wanted to say love but was afraid to in front of an adult. Now Mr. Black frowned. He was a tall, well-built man in his thirties.
“Ryan tells me you won’t let him fuck you!”
Milton’s pretty face turned pale. Mr. Black had used that word! He had talked about that thing. Had Ryan told the man about how he kept trying to make moves on Milton, and that he, out of fear, kept backing off? One cute tennis shoe clad foot pawed the carpet. He put a hand to his slender naked tummy so tempting and cute beneath his cropped tee shirt.
“I…um…I’m not ready for that yet, sir. I’m only twelve.”
Mr. Black shook his head.
“You are a cock tease, Milton. Do you know what that is? Look at how you dress. Like a little slut. Can you blame poor Ryan for getting all hard dicked around you? And what do you do to help him out? Do you even suck his cock?”
Milton’s pretty little face screwed up.
Mr. Black smiled.
“That’s sex, Milton, a natural part of life. That’s why you’re here today, to learn about sex. I need Ryan healthy and happy, so I need Ryan’s best friend to keep him healthy and happy. When we’re through teaching you, you’ll let Ryan fuck you anytime, anyplace he chooses. You will beg to suck his cock the minute you see him. A boy likes that kind of flattery. You will even beg Ryan to allow you to suck his dick in front of all your school mates.”
Milton was a quiet, shy boy, but now he drew his sylphlike little figure up to its full four foot six height and made fists of his tiny hands.
“That’s wrong, and I don’t need to listen to it.”
He spun on his heels and headed for the door.
“Milton, do you love your parents? How about your little brother, Milton, do you love him?”
The words were so strange, so powerful that he stopped in his tracks. He turned back to look at the tall, handsome man who had uttered them.
“Look at the TV, Milton. See the videos we have taken of your daddy and mommy and little brother. We know everything about your family life. How easy it would be to arrange an accident, let’s say an explosion at your house, or a workplace accident for your poor pathetic hard-working father, or maybe, your baby brother getting raped by a gang of street thugs on the way home from school. How would you feel if you knew you were responsible for that?”
Milton’s full pouty lower lip trembled.
“What are you saying?”
Mr. Black smiled with glee.
“You know what I’m saying. I think it’s better if you cooperate. After all, you say you like Ryan. I’ll bet you even love him. He’s such a handsome young stud.” Ryan hooked his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans and beamed a boyish grin as Mr. Black spoke. “And I can swear to you, Milton, that after Ryan fucks you five or ten times, you’re going to begin to really love it. I know how little pussy boys like you work. Once you feel that tingle in your ass-cunt, once we get those cunt juices flowing. Once you taste the delicious salty taste of boy dick, you’ll be hooked for life, believe me. You won’t have to pretend or be polite; you won’t be able to get enough prick slop down your face-twat.”
Milton could not believe what he was hearing. His slender tummy fluttered, his small firm chest heaved, and a tear formed in one violet eye.
“So let’s get started then, shall we, my sweet little boy pussy?”
Milton’s long hair swirled around his head in slow motion as he shook his head back and forth in disbelief.
“What? Here? I…um…now?”
“Yes, of course, here and now. We have to turn you into a little cocksucking cum dump for our boy Ryan here. So why don’t we start by having you remove your tee shirt and showing us your fine twelve-year-old boy titties.”
The tears ran down both soft young cheeks, as Milton’s slender fingers twisted together in front of his stomach.
“Oh, sure, now the begging starts. It’s no good, Milton. A pretty pussy boy like you, turning all the boys on, you should have been sucking dick years ago. Now, I am a very busy man, and unless you want me to arrange a little workplace accident for your daddy just so show you that I mean business, take off the fucking tee shirt and show me your titties.”
Naïvely, Milton looked to his best friend for some compassion, for some support, but Ryan just stood there, smiling and rubbing the big lump at the crotch of his jeans. This was not the same boy he was crushing on. This was some kind of animal.
“Personally, if I were Ryan, I’d have a little eight or nine-year-old for my fuck bitch, but to each his own. I want to see those pig nipples.”
“Yeah, show us your fucking tits,” which were the first words Ryan had spoken.
Milton saw with horror a round wet spot form at the crotch of Ryan’s tight jeans.
“Oh, god...” he wailed.
Milton’s fingers fumbled at the hem of his tee shirt. With shaking arms, Milton raised the tee shirt up and over his head, revealing his small twelve-year-old boy tits in perky repose to these two horrible men. He covered his fine young tits with his hands but knew that Mr. Black would object, so he lowered his trembling arms. Both males looked at his tits.
“Ryan tells me that you won’t even let him play on your tits when you go on a date. Is that true, Milton, are you a fucking cock tease?”
“I don’t mean to be. I just... it seemed so wrong to do. I never meant to tease him.”
“Milton, you sweet dumb sissy, look at that leaking prick in that boy’s pants. How can you ignore something like that? That’s a natural reaction to a sissy boy, and as a faggot, it is your job to help a boy in that condition unload his balls. That’s why boy cunts were put on this earth. And speaking of cunts, take off the rest of your clothes and show us yours!”
“I...oh, god...I can’t.”
It was adorable how the boy’s nipples got all pebbly and hard from fear. Such pretty brown/pink titty tips.
“Milton, I won’t tell you again. The next time you disobey, your father loses a leg at his workplace accident. And that will be just the start of your family problems. Now take off the fucking ass hugging fag jeans and your underwear if you’re even wearing any, you cheap piece of cunt meat you, and show us your boy-twat!”
Ryan would have given anything for a camera to capture the sweet, sad, pathetic look on poor Milton’s face just then. His dick jumped in his pants and squirted out another dollop of pre-fuck. Shit, he was leaking like a fucking faucet. He did not know that Mr. Black was, indeed, taping Milton’s little strip act for his multi-million dollar underground porno business.
Mr. Black poured himself a vodka martini and watched the terrified little boy remove his tennis shoes, socks, and jeans. He now stood in a pair of little tighty-whities. Little ass huggers they were. You could see the small pricklet bulge clearly and the smooth skin just above the little pricklet.
“You are a fucking cheap slut, aren’t you, Milton. I could have guessed that from the minute I saw you, but the sight of those twat huggers confirms it. And to think you wouldn’t even give your sweet, handsome best friend, who’s been nice to you and everything, a fucking handjob before he went home at night. Shame on you! Well, all of that’s going to change starting today. Your best friend will never have blue balls again. Peel down those cum-soaked panties of yours and show us some fine clitty!”
Milton was crying really hard now.
“I don’t wanna have a best friend anymore.”
“Too late, faggot! You got five seconds to show us some clitty!”
Milton hooked his fingertips behind the waistband and lowered the tighty-whities. Ryan and Mr. Black both smiled at the sight of fresh, young, unspoiled boy pussy.
“Don’t you dare put your hands in front of your clitty! Put them up behind your neck. Now stand up straight, tits out, legs apart so we can see that pitiable clitty of yours! Turn around, boy, and show us your ass. I like that, very nice, not all flabby and flat, you’ve got a nice tight bubble butt with a deep crack.
“Ryan, I got to hand it to you, he’s not bad at all for a frigid stuck-up cock tease.
“Now, fag, sit in that armchair over there and throw your legs over each arm to open up your cunt so we can get a really good look.”
“I...oh…god...I can’t...I think I’m going to faint.”
“You faint, and your brother loses a leg. Sit in the fucking chair! Now hook your legs over the arms. Okay, now reach down and spread your ass cheeks for your best friend. Come on, you must have done this at home when you played with yourself. I’m losing patience with you. Spread that ass wide, now!” Poor twelve-year-old Milton spread his ass cheeks wider to expose his tight pink asshole. “Now get your clitty hard. Come on, get it juicing for us, you fucking whore. Now, Milton, get that little clitty hard and no-nonsense, or I’ll send my men over to pay a little visit to your baby brother.”
“Look at how the fag secretly enjoys fingering his little clitty, Ryan. Fags like that are all the same. They are just walking cumdumps. Jesus, what a piece of fuck trash.
“Oh, for fuck sake, stop bawling, faggot, we haven’t even gotten started with our fun and games yet.”
Ryan rubbed the massive prick lump in his jeans, a prick that was leaking all over the fucking place, leaving huge circles of slop on the material. Milton could not even look at it.
“That’s a real sweet clitty, honey, but when we get through with it, it will be a lot bigger and more sensitive. It will be all puffy twenty-four hours a day, and when you walk down the halls of your school, you will have an orgasm every five minutes. It’s amazing what a little sandpaper on a fag’s clit can do.
“And speaking of school, Ryan here tells me he doesn’t like your school attire, and from what I’ve seen, I must say I agree. If you are going to be the best friend of one of the most handsome and popular boys in school, you have to dress appropriately, so from now on, you wear a nice white sheer shirt to school. You’ll know if it is sheer enough if the brown of your nipples shows through!”
“Oh…god…please, sir, I can’t, I can’t do that. My...my father would never let me go to school dressed like that.”
“You can and you will, or I just might have to fuck your little brother! You stupid pig, wear a dress shirt to breakfast, and then when your handsome, wonderful best friend picks you up for school, throw the dress shirt into the rear seat.”
“But Ryan’s friends ride to school with us.”
“Well then, I guess Ryan’s friends get a free titty show.”
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Ryan moaned, rubbing his fuck slab.
Ryan was an animal, and Milton had believed the older teen liked him.
“Also, honey, we don’t want you to hide those beautiful legs of yours, so no jeans. From now on, you wear dance shorts with no underwear!”
Milton was in shock. He did not know what to say. He could not speak.
“And any time, no matter where you might be at school, at the mall, at the movies, anytime that Ryan here, our favorite jock boy, snaps his fingers and says the magic words “pussy boy,” you, Milton, will drop your shorts! After all, he might want some of his teammates to see how pretty his best friend looks. The first time you disobey or fuck up, your brother will not be coming home from school!”
“Stop crying, faggot. I can’t understand you.” Mr. Black had another martini. “Next, you need a nickname. Everybody calls you Milton. You need a special name for your best friend to call you to show you two are best friends. A name he can call you in front of his friends, let me see...I’ve got it, what about Cuntface? Isn’t that a good name, Milton? Cuntface!”
“There’s a problem, Mr. Black, a nickname is supposed to describe the person,” Ryan opined.
“You are so smart, Ryan, and so right. Well, strip down, Ryan, and let’s give little Cuntface here his first face fuck!”
Ryan stripped bare-ass naked in five seconds flat. Milton had never seen Ryan or any other boy naked, and the sight terrified him almost as much as Mr. Black did. He shivered as he sat there, legs over the arms of the chair, his tight, pink, puckered asshole visible, his naked chest heaving with each horrified breath, looking at the hard lean body of the sixteen-year-old jock.
Everything about Ryan scared him, the dark bush of pit hair under each muscular arm, the solid flat tummy with the trail of hair leading down to the pubic bush, but most of all, it was the older boy’s cock. Eight inches of bobbing, drooling prick waving above a huge teenage fuck sack. As Ryan bounced from naked foot to naked foot—eager for sex—the bouncing made his big prick bob all the more, rising up sometimes to slap his stomach. Milton actually screamed when he saw it dance and drool, and Ryan and Mr. Black had a good laugh.
“Now, darling, we can’t very well call you by your new nickname Cuntface unless you’re, in fact, a real cunt-face, unless your mouth is a cunt for your sexy, handsome best friend, so open wide and stick out your tongue as far as you can.”
“Please...pa…pa…please, sir. I can’t. I’ll get sick. It’s—”
Mr. Black slapped the boy’s face so hard that the poor thing almost passed out from the pain.
“Now that’s what comes from ineffective sex ed classes in school. Every faggot of nine years old and older should be taught that the main purpose for his mouth in life is not to eat, but to suck cock! Fuckhole cumdumps like you are here on earth for only one reason: to serve men’s sexual needs. The sooner you learn your purpose in life, the happier everyone will be. I’ve made it my goal in life to help confused faggots adjust to a healthy sexual life. Now how can you be a cunt-face if your face isn’t a twat? What’s your nickname, Milton?”
Mr. Black raised his hand to hit the traumatized boy again, and Ryan giggled as his prick sprayed some pre-fuck.
“My…my…my name…my name is...Cuntface.”
Milton sobbed as Mr. Black smiled, lowered his hand, and sipped his martini.
“That’s a good boy. You can learn, see. Now, remember if you had been a smart little faggot and masterbated your best friend to thank him for being so kind to you, none of this would have happened. I’ll bet Ryan would have been content with a frig, at least for a few months. Now, open your mouth, pig, and stick your tongue out as far as you can.
“Now, Ryan, be patient, my boy. We want Cuntface to enjoy this, don’t we? Won’t be long now, the cock pig will go nuts if he hasn’t got a dick in his mouth every couple of hours. Oh, they’re all shy at first, but we can help him. Now, my boy, hold your dick over his tongue.”
“Mr. Black, let me fuck the faggot’s face...please”
“Ryan, don’t make me angry. We have to think of Milton’s pleasure too. Now hold your big fine thick dick over his tongue. Now gently masturbate it, so lots of that nice slimy pre-fuck drips down onto his tongue.”
Milton wanted to die. He could smell the sex aroma coming from the teenage boy’s cock and balls. He felt the fuck slime puddle on his tongue before sliding down toward his throat. He began to gag.
“If you gag, Milton, I’m going to shove a beer bottle up your asshole! It’s insulting to gag on your best friend’s prick snot. You have to learn to savor, to love the flavor of his fuck slime.
“Now, Ryan, very gently, using your dickhead, rub the pre-fuck evenly over his tongue. Cover his whole tongue with it. My god, boy, you are a leaker.”
“Yeah, I can’t help it. The fucking bed sheets are soaked every morning,” the sixteen-year-old jock said, rubbing his cock knob all over the poor sobbing twelve-year-old boy’s tongue.
“Milton, you really must stop your crying. The tears are diluting the fuck snot, and I want you to get the full flavor. This is your best friend, the most important person in your life.
“Very good, Ryan, you’re a pro with the girls, I can tell that. No wonder they go nuts over you. Now take your leaking dickhead and rub it all over Milton’s face. Let’s really turn his face into a slop sewer. Smear that dick slime all over his pretty face. He’ll look so pretty that way. Make sure to squirt some up his nose too, so he can really inhale the scent of boy dick.”
Pretty, young, Milton Adams was a fucking mess. Pre-fuck glistened on his soft face and dripped from his nose, lips, and chin. His fragile breath came now in huge gulps as if he could not get enough air, and his chest heaved. He groaned, not making words, trying to beg for mercy, but unable to talk because fuck slime was dripping down his throat, clogging his vocal cords.
“That a boy, Cuntface. You’re going to make a fine cumdump. Remember, you always want to make your best friend proud of you. Your lips look so shiny and pretty covered with Ryan’s fuck slime. I think you should carry a little bottle of his pre-fuck around with you and make sure your pretty lips are always coated with it during the school day. After all, cock hungry twat that you may be, you can’t have his dick all the time. The boy has to go to classes, do sports, and flirt with girls, but you could carry a little bottle of his dick sauce to remind you of him. Well, the time has come, Cuntface, to actually lick your first boy dick.”
“Fuck yeah,” Ryan hooted, making a fist, his prick sending a spray of pre-fuck arching toward Milton and landing in one of his eyes.
“Men, Milton, love to get their cocks sucked. It’s a simple fact of life. It’s the most natural thing on earth, and pussy boys are born cocksuckers. Society has fucked that up and made some men think cocksucking is wrong, but it’s not, honey. It’s right as rain. And it won’t be long before sucking on cock is your favorite pastime.
“I promise you, the time will come when your thoughtful, sweet best friend will say to you, ‘What do you want to do tonight, Cuntface? Go to the movies, play video games?’ and you, my dear dick hungry slut, will answer, ‘Can’t we just stay home, so I can suck your cock all night?’ I know that doesn’t seem possible to you now since you’ve never had that wonderfully enjoyable experience, but wait until you’ve sucked cock a couple of hundred times in the next month or so. You’ll grow to love it. Now, to begin with, Cuntface, why don’t you lick Ryan’s prick head. Look how big and swollen it looks.
“My, oh, my, are you ever a lucky boy to have a best friend with such a big cock. Now don’t touch it with your hands. We’ll give you lessons on how to handle a cock at a later time. For now, just open your mouth, stick out your slime-covered tongue, and lick the cock head. Lick all that sauce off the piss hole.”
“Please, Mr. Black, I’m going to throw up. I’m going to be sick.”
The room was spinning around poor virginal, naïve Milton.
“Honey, if you puke, you’re going to have to lick it up, and then I’m going to shove that beer bottle up your asshole, and then you’re going to have to lick his dick anyway, so save yourself the pain and inconvenience and don’t get sick. Think of his big fucking cock like a big sweet lollypop just for you.”
“You’re my best friend, Milton. You really are.”
“There, Cuntface, what more could you ask for, you lucky boy? Your best friend really likes you. Now show how grateful you are and lick his cock knob. If you don’t start soon, I’m going to have to spank your balls with a ruler, and that really hurts.”
Milton was beaten. He had no fight left. No dignity. He leaned in and swiped at the slime-coated cockhead. It was not so bad, just more of the same foul tasting crap that had leaked from the older boy’s dick. The smell from his big hairy sweaty balls was almost worse.
Next, the twelve-year-old boy was ordered to lick all over the prick, from head to root, up and down, over the veins, along the prick ridge, into the wiry-haired bush. He did a good job, and Mr. Black was proud of him. After about five minutes, when Ryan could not take anymore without bursting, Mr. Black ordered Milton to stop.
“Now, Milton, you have to learn how to lick and suck a boy’s balls. This is very important because a guy’s fuck sack is a source of great pleasure to him. Most high school boys love to kick back watching a football game on TV, while their best friends kneel between their widespread thighs and lick their fuck sacks. You’ve been sheltered for too many years. Believe me, Milton, I’m not exaggerating when I tell you that all over the country each weekend, there are parties where jocks sit bare-assed watching TV while their best friend licks and sucks their balls.
“If you are lucky, Ryan won’t shower after sports practice, so his balls will be extra salty and sweaty and tasty when you lick them after school. He’ll probably bring some of his buddies around to get their balls licked too, and, of course, you will accommodate them. I mean, after all, Ryan’s buddies are very important to him, and part of your job is to make him proud of you. The smell of a guy’s sweaty nuts is a special aphrodisiac to most fags. Smelling Ryan’s nuts should get your clitty drooling.”
“I want to go home,” Milton wailed, saliva drooling from his mouth and snot running from his nose, mixing with pre-fuck covering his face.
“Don’t be silly, faggot. You haven’t even been fucked yet.”
Mr. Black watched as twelve-year-old Milton Adams sucked his first cock. It was so cute. He looked like he was going to choke on the big fat prick of his sixteen-year-old best friend, and, of course, Ryan did not help matters any by being such a randy young stud, as he bucked his hips and tight young ass to force more and more dick into the poor boy’s mouth. Milton’s eyes went wild, and snot ran from his nose as he tried to accommodate the huge drooling fuck slab forcing its greasy way down his throat.
“Congratulations, Cuntface, you’re a real cocksucker now. You can never not be a cocksucker again. Most guys can tell when a boy is a cocksucker. They can tell by the shape of his mouth, and also by the way he looks at their dick lumps.
“You’re going to be a champion cocksucker, I can tell already. Maybe your best friend should enter you in a cocksucking contest. They have them, you know. High school boys from all over the country bring their faggots to see who the best cocksucker is. It’s a great contest and lots of fun. Relax your throat more, Milton, that’s a big cunt stuffer your best friend has there. Relax your throat and breathe on the out strokes.”
Mr. Black moved in and massaged Milton’s cock-stuffed throat, massaging it, kneading it to accept the sixteen-year-old boy’s prick. Ryan just kept fucking harder and harder until his fat teenage boy balls were bouncing on Milton’s sweet little chin.
“Ryan, I can see you are one hell of a face fucker. Good job, my boy, but grab the faggot by the ears and use them for handles. That way, you can fuck your dick deeper down his gullet.”
“Ugh...ugh...ugh...” Ryan grunted between violent thrusts of his hips.
“He’s not sucking, sir.”
Mr. Black pulled and twisted Milton’s tits hard.
“Suck, faggot, don’t make the man do all the work, selfish pig. You want all the pleasure, don’t you? Think about his enjoyment too. Use your tongue on that tasty piece of cock. Respect a man’s cock.”
Milton thought he would die. Part of him wanted to die. His teary eyes rolled in his head as the thick slimy dick was ripping at his throat. Mr. Black knelt down to watch the action more closely as he reached about and felt the jock boy’s big bursting balls.
“Won’t be long now, this young stallion is ready to unload. When he shoots, Cuntface, make sure you swallow it all. Don’t spill a fucking drop! I don’t want to ever have to repeat that again.”
Now, Mr. Black reached out and, with two fingers, began to pinch Milton’s little prick. Milton felt waves of something shoot through his innocent young body.
“You lucked out, Ryan. He’s a real fucking whore, a piece of fuck trash. Look at how his prick is juicing up. Most boys would be a little shy about their first cocksucking experience, but not our little Cuntface. He’s starting a puddle here on the chair seat. This fuckhole definitely needs dicking very badly. He probably sits at home looking at his daddy’s dick in his pants and drools. He probably masturbates himself while sucking on the stinking pouch of daddy’s dirty underpants. I know all about faggots like this one.
“Come on, boy, I wanna see your ass muscles tighten, you can fuck that mouth-twat harder than that!”
Milton made some kind of wounded animal sound, as Ryan grunted and slammed the twelve-year-old face into his pubic bone.
“Come, you fucking piece of shit, suck that ball juice out of me.”
The young athlete rose up onto his strong toes, arched his back, and blasted wad after wad of boy spunk down Milton’s throat. The good part was that Milton was in such a state of shock, he hardly felt or tasted the hot slop filling his gullet.
Finally, Milton felt the cock soften a bit and pull out. It hung there inches from his twelve-year-old mouth, strings of fuck slime connecting the two. Mr. Black hoped the cameras had caught it all. He gave the boy’s dicklet a really hard pinch, and the little sissy arched his back and had an orgasm. Cum burped from his mouth and down over his tits. Some of the sperm had backed up and was flowing from his cute perky nose. He looked adorable.
Ryan stood there, a dumb jock in the afterglow of a damn good cum. Mr. Black rose to his feet. Milton started to sob as Mr. Black twisted his hand into the boy’s long beautiful hair.
“Always thinking about yourself, aren’t you, Cuntface? I was nice enough to give you a cum, but what about attending to your duties? After a boy is nice enough to unload his slop down your throat, your first duty is to clean off the beautiful prick that gave you so much pleasure! You thank the boy for the wonderful face fuck and then gently and lovingly lick the dick nice and clean. Do it, faggot!”
“Tha...thank you, Ryan, for…for the wonderful fa…fa…face fuck,” Milton stammered.
“No problem, Cuntface. We’re gonna do that at least three times a day.”
Milton sniffed back a fresh load of tears and set about licking the fat, still partially swollen, cock clean. He licked in all the cock wrinkles, and at Mr. Black’s urging, he licked the sweaty ball bag again and then sucked any remaining slop out of the pisshole. Then he leaned back, exhausted and in a state of shock, in the chair, his legs still over the arms and closed his eyes as his body shook with his sobbing.
“Now, while Ryan is getting his second wind, so he can pop your cherry properly, why don’t you entertain us a little, to thank us for taking so much time teaching you what you should have learned by nine or ten years of age. Show us how you crawl around the room, Milton. When Ryan has his buddies over to watch football games on TV, and you’re there to serve drinks and stuff, he may want you to crawl around the room for them, so show me how you crawl.”
Milton looked at Mr. Black through cloudy eyes. He could not believe what the man was saying. No human being could think like this, talk like this.
“Get your cheap whoring cock crazy fat ass onto the floor now, you fucked up piece of shit!” Mr. Black screamed, and Milton dropped to the floor, his legs cramping from having been held widespread for so long. “Now crawl around the room. Go on, on all fours, crawl for us. Oh, shit, you fucking faggot, I just knew you couldn’t even do that right. You are such a waste of carbon, you stupid pig!”
Mr. Black effortlessly slid his belt from the trouser loops and smashed it across little Milton’s soft young ass. The boy screamed and crawled faster, but Mr. Black followed him across the room and thwacked the belt into his ass cheeks over and over.
“Not like that. When you crawl, arch your back, so your fat ass rides up high, legs farther apart, so your balls swing when you crawl. Swing those fucking balls, faggot! Now spread your legs more so we can see that pink puckered shithole. Your hole must be visible and available at all times, haven’t I told you that?”
“That’s why you exist. That’s the only reason you exist. You’re living, breathing fuckhole, nothing more! If you have any life at all other than as a cum dump, it is only because you have an exceptionally considerate and compassionate best friend.
“What the fuck did you stop for, faggot? Crawl until I tell you to stop crawling, crawl around the room, ass high, pussy open, balls swinging. Open your mouth, let your tongue hang out, pant like a fucking dog in heat. That’s the correct way to crawl for Ryan and his friends. That’s the correct way to crawl for any man.”
“Fuck, Mr. Black, he looks so fucking hot like that.”
“Then make him crawl more often, boy. After school, make him crawl to your car. And don’t be afraid to take a belt to his ass. Be careful not to make him crawl in front of teachers, though. That might cause trouble. They are so dull and dreary when it comes to having a little innocent fun.
“All right, pig, I’m bored. That’s enough crawling. Look at the faggot sweat. Over onto your back faggot, and put some fingers up your asshole.”
Milton rolled over, lifted his legs, and rubbed his asshole.
“I didn’t tell you to play with your cunt lips, faggot. I told you to shove some fingers up your dick ditch. Now, do it, at least three.”
Milton tried, but his little asshole was too small and tight. The three fingers hurt him terribly. He chewed his pretty lower lip and cried as he tried to push three fingertips into his delicate, virginal hole.
“All right, faggot, time for you to learn once and for all. If you don’t do what I tell you, you get punished. Put your hands behind your head. Now lift and spread your legs as wide as you can, and that better be fucking wide. Now, because you didn’t shove your fingers deep in your hole as requested by me, I am going to whip your balls. I am going to whip your clitty. This is going to hurt terribly, Milton, but remember you have no one to blame but yourself. Once you learn to obey any and every command instantly, you won’t have to go through things like this. I don’t like to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I want to hurt him,” the naked Ryan muttered under his breath while frigging his cock.
“That’s different, Ryan, you’re his best friend, and pain should be a part of your healthy teenage sex play, but I think of myself as his mentor, his teacher if you will. I’m here to help you kids get started on the right foot. I want to see him happy, but when he is a naughty little cock piggy, then he must be punished.
“Now, Milton, listen carefully. I’m going to whip your balls, and if you close your legs, I will double the punishment. You keep your legs open nice and wide, so I can get my belt on them easily. You ready, sweetheart?
“Oh…look, Ryan, look how cute he curls his toes, and I haven’t even started yet.”
Mr. Black brought back his arm and then swung it around. He brought the belt tip down on the boy’s balls with practiced expertise. Milton made a gurgling noise, and his body flopped like a fish out of water.
It was pretty fucking funny, and Ryan had to laugh out loud. His big teen prick was harder than it had ever been in his sixteen years. Shit, this was the way to treat faggots. He imagined whipping his own baby brother’s balls, and his dick throbbed and leaked. Thank god for Mr. Black.
Blow after blow snapped down on the pathetic little boy’s swollen, red ball sack. Milton was out of his mind with pain and horror. He flung his head from side to side, his pretty hair a tangle over his tear washed face. Drool ran from his mouth. Snot flowed from his nose. His fingers clawed at his neck, but still, he kept his legs up and spread. He was learning.
Finally, Mr. Black stopped. He was breathing heavily and sweating slightly, which he did not care for.
“It’s time to fuck the faggot, Ryan!”
Milton was getting fucked. The twelve-year-old boy was getting his first cock up his asshole. Cameras were catching every groan, every cry, every moan, and every movement of his sweet naked bucking hips. Mr. Black carefully positioned the two young teens so that nothing would be lost for his customers. He wanted them to see the fat, long teenage boy prick stretching the tight virginal ass lips of the poor boy.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh,” Milton grunted.
Ryan slammed his dick in and out of Milton’s asshole. Blood and ass juice dripped from Milton’s ass lips and from Ryan’s fucking dick. While Ryan fucked little faggot, he squeezed and mauled the delicate twelve-year-oldnipples, pulling and stretching the rubbery brownish-pink nubs. Milton screamed a soundless scream.
When he finally found words, he croaked, “Take it out please, it’s too big. You’re killing me! Ugh... ugh... take it out, please! Please not so hard! Not so deep.”
“Ah, the joys of young love.” Mr. Black observed sipping his martini as Ryan slammed balls deep once again.
The only problem with teenage fuckers is they could not hold back long enough to inflict exquisite agony on the fuckees. They came before the fucking grew into unbearable torture. Ryan blasted a teenage slop load into Milton, and the boy sobbed for his lost virginity, for the pain he felt, and also for the fact that Ryan wore no rubber and he could now have a sexually transmitted infection.
“Plop” the fat dick popped out of the stretched cunt. Ryan rose to his feet, sweat pouring from his young athletic body. His half-hard prick hung obscenely, dripping cum, sex juice, and virgin blood.
Milton chewed his lip to fight back the pain. “Ah... Mr. Black, I have to go to the bathroom.” He wanted to wash the slop out of his asshole the best he could.
“Aren’t you forgetting one of our rules, Cuntface? After your fuck, it’s your job to thank him by licking his cock nice and clean.”
Milton stared at the filthy, greasy, stinking piece of fuckmeat hanging from Ryan’s crotch.
“Oh, God. Please not like that! There’s blood and...and...oh, please…I just can’t!”
“Can’t is a word not in your lexicon anymore, you little fucking slut.”
Mr. Black lashed out with one Italian leather loafer clad foot and kicked the poor boy right in his recently fucked ass-cunt. Milton wailed and rolled up into a little ball, his body wracked with pain.
“I warned you, you dumb pussy about disobeying me. I warned you about making us angry, but you just can’t seem to get it into your pretty fuck-faced head that you have no fucking choice but to obey! Now open that dick drain and lick your best friend’s scum-coated prick nice and clean, and don’t forget the balls. Lots of fuck juice and blood dripped onto the balls.”
Mr. Black watched critically as Milton licked Ryan’s slimy fuck tool and nuts clean.
“It’s the least a faggot can do after his best friend is kind enough to fuck him. I don’t understand young fags today... too independent, that’s the problem. They have begun to think of themselves as more than just stupid cumdumps, and that’s dangerous. I don’t mind a fag having a job and competing in the business world, as long as he realizes his only real function in life is to satisfy a man’s need to cock spurt. They live to serve cock. That’s how fags used to be and still should be.”
Soon Ryan’s healthy pink teenage prick was clean as a whistle.
“Very nice, Milton, now, remember when a boy fucks you, you clean him with your mouth afterward, too. It's just polite. After all, you’re the one that got your fuck slime all over his big handsome dick. Look how beautiful your best friend’s dick is, honey. Tell Ryan he has a beautiful dick.”
“You...you have a beautiful dick, Ryan.”
Milton tried to ignore the horrible taste in his mouth, leaking down his throat. He tried to ignore the pain in his asshole.
“May I go to the bathroom now, please?”
“Not yet, honey. You have more clean up to do.” Mr. Black handed Milton a spoon. “Spoon your best friend’s fuck slop out of your fucked former virgin ass-cunt and eat it.”
When Milton did nothing but stare, Mr. Black warned him, “Do you want me to kick you in your worthless balls again?”
The suffering boy sat there on the floor, spooning cum slop out of his pain-wracked asshole and eating it. He had begged Mr. Black to make Ryan wear a rubber before he deflowered him. Mr. Black had taken his face in one large hand and squeezed it until he thought his jaw would crack.
“You listen to me, Cuntface, and listen good. I will only say this once. Don’t you ever ask a boy to wear a rubber on his dick when he fucks you! It ruins his fuck. In fact, if a boy or man starts to put a rubber on, you will beg him to fuck you without it. Is that clear, you cocksucking piece of used toilet paper, you walking pussy drip, you cunt-face fuckhole, you?”
Milton was so scared, he yelled, “Yes, sir!”
Mr. Black and Ryan had a good laugh at that. And now poor fucked Milton was seated on the floor—legs spread, his red, raw asshole throbbing with pain—spooning the shit-flaked dick snot and blood out of his own asshole and eating it. Mr. Black started to undress.
“Hurry up and go shower, Cuntface. I want you to be a nice clean little tween when I fuck your ass!”
Mr. Black and young Ryan watched Milton shower. The cameras caught every angle of his fragile tween twelve-year-old body. Mr. Black loved to watch young naked boys shower, sleep, frolic—always naked—their sweet, young, practically hairless pricklet and balls bouncing. That’s how he believed young boy twat should be kept most of the time.
If he had his way, every cute young pussy boy would be sent to school in see-through tee shirts and shorts with no underwear (just like they were going to send Milton to school). The little pussies would be forced to show their cute little boy-pussies to any boy who wanted to see their darling little rosebuds. Young schoolboy twats would be required to keep their nips erect, so they poked out through the thin shirt material. They would have to sit with their legs spread at all times, so any teacher or male student could see their little hairless pricklets. Of course, most pussy boys would not need regular classes. They would take specialized courses like Cocksucking 101, Ball Laving 306, Ass Sucking 204, Cunt Stretching 301, Doggie Training 108, Gang Bang Technique 209, etc.
Mr. Black intended to do a little ass stretching himself. When Milton lingered too long in the shower, he stormed in and dragged the malingering boy out by his hair. He screamed and trembled as Mr. Black threw him on the floor.
“Honey, you must learn never to keep a man waiting too long. Don’t ever be a cockteaser; it’s much better to be a cock pleaser. Now get up on your hands and knees and put your face down on the carpet...reach up and back and spread your ass cheeks for me, and I hope I don’t have to tell you twice.”
“Please don’t hurt me any mo…mo...more...please.”
The distraught boy was shaking either from the shower or from fear. Ryan, who was once again stroking his teen pecker, hoped it was fear.
“My intent is not to hurt you, darling, but to prepare you for your place in life. Sometimes it hurts a little to stretch and work new muscles, you know, like a really rough aerobics exercise. Well, in the same way, it hurts the first dozen or so times you get a big thick fucking dick up your tiny little asshole.”
“Oh…please…don’t do that to me. Oh…god...please…let me suck you…do that. I’ll be good, I promise. I’ll give you a good suck, but not back there...please not back there.”
“Thanks for the offer, Cuntface, but I want to fuck. Here take a look at what’s going to plow your poop chute.”
Mr. Black has slipped off his shirt to reveal a very well defined chest. Now he lowered and stepped out of his expensive trousers. His erect prick was almost nine inches long and very thick. Poor Milton felt his heart thumping in his chest and couldn’t breathe, and thought he was going to die.
“Oh, Dear God…no...I can never...it’s too...please...it’s too big.”
“Nonsense, my dear, boys far younger than yourself have experienced the wonders of my fuckmeat. If a six-year-old boy can take it up the ass and live, then a nice mature young man of twelve can certainly handle it.”
“Shit, Mr. Black, you ass fucked a six-year-old boy?”
Ryan almost came.
“Now, now, Ryan, that’s a story for another time and another place. Why speak of Ricky’s defilement when we have lovely Milton here to make crawl like a fucking pig and beg for dick up his ass.
“Now, Milton, if you beg me to fuck you in the ass, if you beg me to fuck you in the ass real nice, I might let you suck on my dick to lubricate it a little, so it doesn’t go in raw and dry. That could be painful for both you and me, so why don’t you be a good little cock whore and beg me to fuck you in the ass?”
Mr. Black kicked the obstinate boy in the balls just enough to lift his body up off his knees. He flopped back down and stuck his ass up in a state of horror and shock impossible to describe.
“Puh...puh…please...fuck me…fuck me in the...the...ass,” the blubbering boy stammered.
“What, honey? I can’t hear you. Be a good little fuckpig and speak up.”
“Puh...please…fu…fu…fuck me in the ass.”
“Louder, fuckhole, I want you to shout it nice and loud.”
“PLEASE FUCK ME IN THE ASS!” Milton screamed at the top of his lungs, body shaking.
“My, my, the dirty little cunt is anxious to get dick up his ass, but I don’t think I want him to get up off the carpet to get my dick lubed; he’s too cute down there like that.
“Ryan, get on your knees and suck my dick until it’s nice and wet.”
The high school jock could not believe what he had just heard.
“Are you shitting me?”
Mr. Black backhanded the kid across the mouth.
“In this world, we pay for what we get. Now you wanna be a tough jock stud who bullies little pussy boys, you gotta pay your dues. Get on your knees and suck my dick. Come on, it’s just between you and me, no one else will ever know.”
Yeah, except for a dozen cameras catching the jock boy’s debasement, no one would know.
Poor sixteen-year-old Ryan had to lick Mr. Black’s dick until it was nice and juicy. It was Ryan’s turn to gag. He had never done anything queer, but Mr. Black loved to humble everyone, to put everyone in his place. When his dick was hard and dripping with jock spit, Mr. Black had Ryan hold Milton still, and he ruthlessly thrust the entire cock up the poor screaming boy’s asshole in one push, burying himself balls deep, and Milton fainted from the pain.
“Okay, jock stud... piss on the pussy’s face to wake him up. I don’t want him to miss this ass fuck.”
Mr. Black was plowing the twelve-year-old boy’s asshole. Milton was in such pain he blacked out three times. Each time, Mr. Black ordered his high school jock friend Ryan to piss on Milton’s face to wake him up, so he wouldn’t miss any of the fun of turning his asshole into a cunt. Mr. Black fucked hard and deep, each thrust sent him balls deep and sent Milton’s tortured body sliding across the carpet.
“Ryan, get down there and lick my balls while I fuck him.”
Mr. Black loved to keep everyone in their place—beneath him. The poor high school jock stood there hard dicked in a state of shock.
“Sir...please…I’m not gay...I don’t like doing queer shit.”
“Look, fuckhead, you’ve seen what I can do to your pussy boy of a friend, don’t you think I can do the same thing to you if I choose to? Now, I am giving you a well-trained fuckhole. You can show a little respect. Now get the fuck down there and lick my balls while I ass fuck him. I love a little scrotal stimulation when I ass fuck.”
Shaking, Ryan sank to his knees, wanting so badly to refuse. Jesus, what if his buddies ever found out about this. Of course, he did not know about the dozen or so hidden cameras taping his every move. He leaned in and brought his face to the fat, full, low hanging, swinging, and sweaty scrotum. He closed his eyes and started to lick the man’s fuck sack while the man ass plowed poor little Milton, who had been a virgin that morning, and was now a fucked out mess. Mr. Black fucked harder, plunging deep, while the distraught boy groaned as the dick in his rectum seemed to grow thicker and harder.
“That’s it, pig, tighten up that dick ditch for my dick.
“Lick my nuts, Ryan. Show Mr. Black the kind of respect he deserves. Now, let’s give the little whore a real treat, crawl down and shove your fat teenage dick up his cunt while I’m stuffing him.”
One would not think it possible for a twelve-year-old boy and a small-boned petite thing at that to survive such an ordeal, but poor Milton did. He threw his tender young torso around the floor as both males fucked his asshole at the same time. He sore little asshole was swollen and stretched around the demanding cocks, as the monster fuck meats ripped his asshole. Then both men shot off and relaxed.
As Ryan pulled out, a long string of fuck slop connected his dangling prick to the boy’s grotesquely stretched asshole. As it pulled loose, his dick made a popping sound. When Mr. Black pulled out, his dick was still half-hard, and the poor little boy’s body rose up off the floor and followed the dick before it popped loose, and his body flopped back down. Milton wanted to die. He wanted to just curl up and die. He hoped his ordeal was over at last.
“Aren’t we forgetting something, pig?”
Milton opened his beautiful tear-filled eyes and looked up at Mr. Black.
“Didn’t we teach you that part of a pig’s job is to clean his men off after a good fuck and thank them for fucking his worthless body?”
Milton looked at Ryan’s sperm-slick, shit-stained, flaccid cock, then at Mr. Black’s dick covered with spunk, blood, and shit.
“Oh, dear god…I can’t. Please don’t make me…not that...I—”
Mr. Black’s belt slapped down across the poor boy’s balls. He tried to crawl into a fetal position, but Mr. Black kicked him with his naked foot until he lay on his back, then Mr. Black whipped Milton’s unfortunate dancing balls until they turned deep purple. At last, the beaten boy begged to clean their dicks. He knelt before them like a good pig, going from dick to dick, licking scum, slop, shit, and blood off of the fat hanging man tools.
“That’s a good little fuck pig. Now you’re learning how a good little pussy boy is supposed to treat his best friend and his best friend’s pals. You should be grateful to have such a handsome, popular friend.
“I don’t dislike you, Cuntface. In fact, I like you very much. It’s just that you have been brought up wrong by that miserable pussy of a father of yours, that much seems clear, and I don’t even know the faggot. Maybe I should pay him a visit. I’ll bet your daddy would be grateful. Don’t forget to lick the fuck sacks clean too; lots of slop drips onto them. Your fucking mouth is just like a sewer, Cuntface, and that’s how it should be.”
Mr. Black threw down a spoon.
“Now spoon all our nice fuck slop out of your cunt and eat it like a good little fuck pig. Never waste a man’s sperm.”
Imagine learning about sex at twelve in this manner. Imagine what this would do to poor Milton’s life, how it would change him forever. But that was the idea, wasn’t it, to change him, to turn him from a stuck-up faggot into a proper serving fuckhole, to make him into a good little dick ditch, designed to please men.
“Now go take a shower and clean out your cunt, Ryan here wants to thank you for the lovely afternoon. He is going to take you to the movies.”
An hour later, Ryan pulled up outside the porno store. Milton was dressed in one of his new required outfits. He had on a short—very short—pair of black dance shorts. He wore high-heeled black shoes, and on top, a white mesh tee shirt cropped just under his abused tits. His sore nipples could be easily seen through the material. He was scared out of his mind.
Mr. Black had impressed his power on him before he had gotten dressed.
“Now, Milton, I want to make this very clear. I don’t want to hear that you ever disobeyed Ryan or any male for that matter in even the slightest way. For example, if I light this cigarette lighter and I tell you to stick your nipple in the flame, you’ll do it, won’t you?”
He was only twelve and did not have much fight to begin with. Now he was a ruined shell of his former self, in a state of shock. As Mr. Black reminded him of the ball whippings and titty twisting and all the other things that could happen to him, he chewed his lower lip and leaned forward, so his left nipple went into the flame. A moment of searing pain, then Mr. Black flicked the lid of the lighter closed. The metal clamped down on the boy’s titty bud.
“Good, pig. You see, a moment of pain to prove your loyalty. If you had been a bad boy and refused, I would have had to burn both nipples and your clitty. So, you see, it always pays to obey.”
“I thought we were going to the movies,” Milton said in a hesitant whisper. Ryan liked him to talk in that dumb Marilyn Monroe kind of whisper.
“We are, Cuntface, but a different kind of movie. Now, come on, I wanna show my new pussy boy off.”
Ryan led Milton into the porn store. Dozens of guys thumbing through magazines and fingering hard-ons turned their heads to see the young pussy boy follow the jock into the store. These guys practically drooled as they whistled and made nasty comments.
“Look at the fag!”
“What a sweet piece of fresh young pussy.”
“Look at the cocksucker, hungry for some dick, honey?”
“He been fed yet tonight?”
Milton started to cry again. He cried so easily.
“Ryan, I don’t like it here. Let’s go home. I should be home anyway. I have to babysit my little brother tonight.”
“Shhh, be a good boy now, so I can give Mr. Black a good report. I want you to see this movie. You’ll love it.”
“But I don’t like dirty movies, and my body is so sore. I hurt so bad. Please, Ryan.”
Ryan led the agitated boy back to the movie booths in the dark backroom as nine guys followed.
“Here we are. I saw this movie here last week, and the fag in it reminded me of you. Look! Sandy Gets Black Fucked! See, here’s Sandy. Doesn’t he look like you in the pics? He gets fucked by sixteen big black guys.”
“Ryan, please, for the love of God, what’s happened to you? What’s happened to my life?”
“Mr. Black has happened to us. He knows how to fix lives, how to straighten kids out. You’re gonna be a different boy from now on, the kind of boy you were meant to be. Now, here’s what we’re gonna do, and by the way, I’m only a dumb jock, so I’m not nearly clever enough to think of this. This little game is all Mr. Black’s idea. He’s trying to get me to be more creative in your sexuality. He says it keeps a fag happy and on his toes.
“So anyway, I got a shitload of quarters here. I’m gonna show you the movie. You’re going to go into the booth, strip bare-ass naked. Now sit on that spunk-encrusted bench there, lift your legs and show your twat while you masturbate your clitty as you watch the movie. And I’m going to leave the door open, so all the guys here can watch.”
Amid the cheers that went up in the porno shop from the fifteen men gathered, squeezing their dicks, nobody heard Milton sobbing. He began to undress.
The fucking twelve-year-old faggot was sitting naked in a porno movie booth, legs spread so wide that his swollen raw teenage boy-pussy was on open display to the eighteen men now gathered to watch him finger fuck his tender asshole while his best friend gave him directions. He was hysterical with fear, exhaustion, and pain. His chest heaved with each finger thrust. He diddled his swollen prick as directed and stuck three fingers deep into his violated asshole.
“That’s a good friend, Milton. You are becoming the best friend in the whole world, isn’t he guys?”
The guys all cheered and played with their hard dicks in their pants.
“Watch the movie, Milton. Watch how the boy in the movie who looks just like you—only a couple of years older—is fucked by all those big black dicks. That’s what you want, isn’t it, Milton?”
“No, Ryan, please…I want to go home.”
“Yeah, sure, that’s why your clitty is leaking like a faucet. You’re nothing but a fucking sex pig, Milton the Fuck Pig.
“Guys, the store out front is full of sex toys. Why don’t some of you boys go buy some toys for Milton to play with?”
Milton moaned as the guys brought back dildos of every size and shape.
“Look at this one, pig, this one is big and black just like in the movie, why don’t you shove this one up your cunt?”
“You’re killing me, Ryan.”
“When I want a medical opinion, I’ll get a doctor. Shove that dildo up your fuckhole, shitface!”
Milton forced the huge black artificial penis up his already stretched and sore asshole. It hurt so badly he almost blacked out. Finally, when it was halfway in, he looked at Ryan, hopefully. Ryan shook his head and smiled.
“All the way, spermbucket!”
Milton grunted and forced more of the ten-inch dildo up into his burning, aching asshole. When it was all in, and sweat was dripping from his titty tips, the guys applauded. Ryan smiled and threw the whore a second dildo.
“Good faggot, now leave it in and shove this one up your cunt too!”
Milton’s hair was slick with sweat, and his eyes wide with horror.
“Ryan, no human can do this. I can’t…I want to please you…I really do, but I just can’t.”
“Do you want another session with Mr. Black?”
Milton’s sweaty limbs trembled, and he started to push the second dildo at his rectum lips. Oh, my God, it hurt, more than anything could every humanly hurt. He thought he would lose his mind from the pain, but fear made him work harder, and the little twelve-year-old cunt finally had both big dildos stuffed up him.
Ryan threw him the third one.
“Now, this one all the way down your throat.”
All the guys had their cocks out in the open and were drooling fuck slop all over the place. Milton could hardly get his pretty little teenage mouth around the huge rubber dick, but he had no choice, his pain, his desires, his feelings no longer mattered. He only had to obey, if only to avoid Mr. Black.
Milton ignored the rasping pain in his throat and forced the rubber dick down. He gagged as snot ran from his nose. He tried hard to breathe through his nose as his gullet was stuffed with dick. There he sat legs spread, his twelve-year-old asshole stuffed with the two dildos and his throat clogged with a rubber prick.
Ryan put some nipple clamps on Milton’s already bruised titties, and his little body shook with pain. Ryan turned to the eighteen guys beating off.
“Okay, guys, everybody here gets to fuck him in whatever hole you want and as many times. Only two rules, one: no rubbers and two: treat him rough! The fucking pussy needs it, as you can see. You got four hours to fuck him up any way you want!”
Milton truly believed he would be dead at the end of the four hours, but instead, he was a writhing, cum-slopped, scum-soaked fuckhole, white trash boy fuck meat. Just the way Ryan wanted him.
The hysterical boy lay on the cum-coated floor of the booth jerking and shaking with spasms, as cum leaked from his asshole and from his mouth and nose. His swollen asshole was all red and raw. His lips were swollen, and his voice was hoarse from sucking so much dick that he could not talk. His pretty hair was clotted and tangled with cum and spit, and god knows what slop. He was a fucking stinking mess. Ryan had to laugh. Milton raised one hand toward Ryan from the floor of the booth.
“Please…pleeease…take me home now, I…I was a good boy.”
“You were a very good pussy boy, Milton, and I’m very proud of you. You made all these nice men very happy. That’s what a good pussy boy should do, but we can’t quite go home yet.”
“Please, I’m so sick, so…”
He burped, and cum bubbled out of his mouth.
“I know, honey, but you can’t be impolite. The man who owns this store was nice enough to let you use his movie booth and look how full of sex slop it is. Hundreds of men jerk off in these booths every day. See all the white streaks on the walls, look at all the dried fuck snot, not to mention all the cum leaking out of your dirty cunt hole. You need to thank the nice man who owns this store by licking the booth spotlessly clean. And I mean spotlessly clean. When you’ve licked the booth clean, Milton, we can go home.”
The pig actually licked the dried pecker tracks from the walls and floor of the porno movie booth. Imagine the guys who had jacked off in there and shot their loads while watching movies, and this twelve-year-old pussy boy was licking the fucking slop-covered room clean.
Ryan was proud of his own inventiveness and reminded himself to tell Mr. Black about it. You had to think of Milton as a pig now because he was hardly a boy anymore. I mean, his asshole was swollen and stretched into a cunt. The lips of his mouth were chapped and swollen and covered with flaked cum. His entire body was streaked with dried sex slop and spit. His hair was one fucking mess. And the fucking faggot kept crying, but still, he buckled at every order and did as he was told. How sweet it was. Now he crawled, hardly able to move, out of the booth, and looked up at his high school best friend.
“The booth is clean, Ryan. Can we please go home now? I’m so sick.”
Ryan thought about patting Milton on the head, but he did not want to get his hand in all that fuck snot.
“Good boy, let me just check it out.”
Milton had done an exceptionally outstanding job. The booth was spotless. Well, Ryan found a little half-dried cum down in one corner and had him lick that up. Milton had almost stopped crying, and his little boy chest had just settled into a regular rising and falling action when Ryan spoke.
“Well, now, my baby wants to get home, doesn’t he? Well, as I see it, there are just nine more booths to lick clean.”
It was the fucking funniest thing the way Milton’s face actually fell, and his lower lip began to quiver uncontrollably. His eyes grew wild, and he actually began to crawl toward the entrance. Ryan pulled back one strong jock leg and kicked the faggot right in the balls, and the boy fell flat onto the floor.
“I fucking said, ‘You have to lick the nine other booths clean of all the sperm slop that guys have jacked out of their dicks.’ A fucking cum bucket like you should love a tasty treat like that. Now, if you ever fucking want to get home, you better start licking!”
Three hours later, Milton could hardly move, his body was so sore. His tongue was raw from licking cum stains off of wood and plastic. The pain in his ass has settled into a dull thud but still ached terribly. His eyes were glassy and vague. He was beyond tears, beyond thinking, beyond exhaustion. The place was so goddamn clean that it did not even smell like fuck anymore. Milton did. He was a fucking mess.
“Ready to go home and call it a night, honey?” Ryan said. “My boy has had a hectic day with his best friend, hasn’t he? And there are lots more to come.” He threw the three big black rubber dildos onto the floor in front of the pussy boy. “Here, put these in so you show the guys on the way out how grateful you are for their nice gifts.”
Ryan watched the tormented boy stuff the big rubber pricks into his ass and mouth. Milton groaned a little, but one horrible pain had melted into another. Ryan made this twelve-year-old twat, this dick ditch, this fuckhole get up and walk behind him through the store bare-assed naked except for high heels with two big black dildos sticking out of his asshole and a third in his mouth. Only this morning, Milton had been a virgin. All fags should be so lucky to have a best friend who cares. Guys in the store hooted and cheered and called out to him.
“Thanks for the fun, fuck slut!”
“So long, tweeny twat, you have a very talented cunt!”
“Take it easy, faggot!”
When they got to Ryan’s car, he opened the trunk.
“Get in. You don’t think I’d allow a cum-covered slop-soaked slut like you in my car, do you?”
Milton, who was still burping up cum crawled like some kind of animal into the trunk. Ryan smiled and unzipped.
“Here, honey, let’s clean you off a little.”
The sixteen-year-old jock boy started to piss all over Milton’s body as he groaned and tried to crawl into a little ball.
“Come on, baby, head back, open up that cocksucker mouth of yours. Come on...don’t make me call Mr. Black.”
Milton opened his mouth, what could he do? Ryan, his high school best friend, pissed a thick spray of strong yellow piss right into the twelve-year-old boy’s mouth.
“That’s my boy. He knows how to take care of his best friend. From now on, he’s going to be a good pussy boy, make his handsome jock best friend proud of him—proud to call him his bitch, his cumdump!”
The ride home was not long, but Milton was so weak that he started to doze. Maybe it was all a bad dream.
“Okay, faggot, time to say goodnight. I’ll pick you up for school tomorrow at eight. Get some rest.”
Milton stood there bare-assed naked in nothing but heels as Ryan pulled away, beeping the horn on his car. If people looked out of their windows, they would see a cum-covered, piss-drenched pussy boy. Even his parents might see.
Milton ran for the shadows of some trees. He would have to sneak into his house, past his parents, who were probably watching TV with his little brother Danny. Somehow, the defeated boy just had to get to his room, and his torture would be over. He got safely to his room, but his torment was not quite over. He had a message on his answering machine to call Mr. Black!
Poor fucked up twelve-year-old Milton found a message when he got to his room from Mr. Black telling him to call the minute he got the message. With an aching body, he dialed the number with trembling hands.
“Hello, it’s Milton.”
“Who? I don’t know any, Milton.”
“You told me to call you, sir.”
Milton’s voice shook from just hearing him. He closed his eyes and chewed his full lower lip, still swollen from sucking so much dick.
“Who is this? And you better get it right.”
“This is Cuntface.”
Milton started to cry, but only dry chokes came out. He had no tears left.
“Oh, hello, Cuntface. Your voice sounds different. It’s probably a bit hoarse from sucking so much cock today. You’re a very lucky twelve-year-old boy to have us take such an interest in your education.”
“Please, sir, I’m so tired, and I hurt so bad. And I have to get up for school tomorrow. Please, sir, can I just take a hot shower and go to sleep.”
There was genuine submissiveness in his voice. That was good.
“Is your pussy really sore from all the fucking?”
“Oh, god, yes, sir, my ass…pussy hurts so much. I think I might need to see a doctor.”
“That’s good. We want to keep it nice and raw all the time from now on. And as far as a doctor, I know the perfect one for you. He’ll keep you in prime fucking shape, and the best part is you can pay him in blowjobs and fucks.”
“Please, sir, I want to be a normal boy.”
“You are a normal boy when you open your fuckhole to every cock who wants it. That’s what pussies like you were made for. It’s your purpose in life. Your days and nights must be filled with constant attempts to help men satisfy their fuck needs, and then you will be a truly good boy. Now, I don’t want you to shower or bathe. I want you to sleep tonight with all that fuck snot up your fuckhole dripping out all over the bedsheet. But before you go to bed, I have a few more things we need to talk about. Describe your room to me.”
Milton stood naked in the middle of his room—the three black dildos now on the bed—his body swaying from exhaustion. He described his room. When he got to the baseball trophy, Mr. Black stopped him.
“Good, now while we talk, I want you to fuck the baseball trophy in and out of your cunt.”
“Oh, god…no…please…it’s so big, and my…my…I’m so sore…please.”
“Oh, Cuntface, now see what you’ve done. You’ve disobeyed me. You need to be punished for that. Now you better get that fucking trophy up your dick ditch fast, or Mr. Black will get angry.”
Mr. Black listened, chuckling as he shoved his dick deeper into the mouth of the eight-year-old boy he was working on while Milton forced the big brass trophy up his sore, stretched out asshole.
“There, sir, it’s up halfway up anyway,” he said finally between sobs.
“No halfway measures, young man. All the way up, and I don’t just want it to sleep up there. I want you to fuck yourself with it with some enthusiasm.”
Milton did not think he had any more enthusiasm left in him. He was a twelve-year-old fucked out zombie. He felt like something had died inside, but somehow, he managed.
“Now, while you fuck yourself, I want you to answer some questions for me. Do you think your parents fucked tonight?”
“My parents are very conservative, religious people, they...”
“Cut the shit, how often do they fuck?”
“I don’t know. I never...”
“Well, from now on, you will listen at their door if you have to, but I want to know how often they fuck.”
“My mom’s not here now. She had to go visit Grandma.”
“Well, well, well, so your poor horny daddy is sleeping all alone?”
He was so confused, the poor thing.
“What does your daddy wear when he sleeps?”
“How would I know, sir?”
“Well, let’s just take a little trip down to his room to find out, shall we?”
“Oh, god…please, no…sir, please.”
“You’ll be punished for that. And you’ve stopped fucking your twat with the trophy get going. Now, tell me about your brother, Danny’s his name, right? What’s he like?”
“Oh, oh, oh, this hurts so much, huh? Danny, he’s just a little brat like all kids his age, a wise mouthed little brat.”
“Well, Milton, you have until Thursday to suck Danny off.”
“You, you can’t do that to me. Not that.”
“You are racking up one punishment after another. Our next session, I’m afraid it’s going to be a painful one for you.”
“Please, he’s my own little brother.”
“He’s a male. Males have cocks that need relaxation. You’re a fuckhole. You will suck him off by Thursday, whatever it takes.”
“Mr. Black, please…I don’t think you understand; he’s only eight years old.”
“So? It’s the perfect age for a boy to learn the true purpose of fuck pigs like you. You will suck him off by Thursday, and you will inform him that you will suck him off and any of his school friends any time they need a little dick relief. You are going to be a busy little pig, Milton. Get used to it. Now, keep the trophy in your cunt and the phone in your hand. Let’s take a little walk down the hall to your parents’ bedroom.”
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The next morning it was challenging for Milton to get out of bed because his ass was stuck to the sheets with not only dried cum but also because every inch of his body ached with more pain than he had ever imagined possible. His formerly tiny puckered asshole, now swollen and red, throbbed with a steady thud. When he examined it in a mirror, he was horrified. The ass lips were swollen and dark red, the inner canal looked like raw meat. His nipples had dark finger marks on them, and his poor nipples were stretched and purple. He stumbled into the bathroom, threw up, pissed, and then shit out more cum from his previous day’s fuck sessions.
A hot shower brought the poor thing around a little. Milton brushed his teeth and gargled, but he feared he would never get the taste of cum from his mouth. His brother and father were already at breakfast. Although Danny, as always, said nothing, Milton looked at him hesitantly, remembering the taste of his pissy, cummy dirty underpants in his mouth all night.
His father spoke pleasantly enough but looked oddly at him now and then. He asked him what time he had come home the previous evening and suggested earlier nights. He could not stop thinking about his father’s fat pink prick and him kissing it. He had never even thought about cock before in his young life, and now it was the world in which he lived.
When he heard the car horn, he rushed from the house, not wanting to anger Ryan. He stopped a bit away from the car, fear filling his body. Ryan sat there in a tee shirt, jeans, baseball cap, broad smile, laughing with his two carpool buddies from school. Three guys and Milton. He prayed to God that Ryan would forget all about the day before. That prayer was quickly shattered.
“Hi, Cuntface, hop in. I was just telling the guys about all the dick you sucked and fucked yesterday. They can’t believe what a prick pig you are. I told them that you’re my best friend. What did Mr. Black tell you to ask me first thing when you get in the car with me?”
Milton, lip trembling, eyes lowered, said, “May I please suck your cock?”
The guys in the back seat hooted with laughter. Tim slapped his leg and howled.
“Jesus, Ryan, I gotta get me a pussy like that. How the fuck did you train him?”
I know it’s hard to believe that ordinary sixteen and seventeen-year-old high school boys could be so vile, but kids today are that way; it’s something we just have to accept.
“This really cool dude I know, Mr. Black, did it. I helped him out with some middle school drug deals, and so, in turn, he told me he would train Milton for me.
“So you wanna suck my dick already, do you, you cock hungry pig? Well, be patient, first things first. Where is your school uniform?”
“Ryan, I’m sorry,” he found himself shaking with fear, “I don’t have any of those kinds of clothes, and I got home too late last night to go out and buy any.”
Ryan laughed and reached out and pinched one of Milton’s nipples. He winced.
“Fortunately, my sweet little dick junkie, Mr. Black thinks of everything. He sent these over, so why don’t you shuck off them duds and slip into your new school uniform?”
“Please, Ryan, not here in the car in front of your friends and in front of my home.”
Ryan’s hand snapped out to slap Milton’s face hard.
“Change clothes, fuckpig!”
Ryan pulled out and began driving toward the school as Milton stripped bare-ass naked in the car, the two high school jocks leaning over from the back to see his naked body.
“Ass in the air, faggot, show my buddies your cunt!”
It was only eight o’clock in the morning, and already the poor twelve-year-old boy was sobbing. What in God’s name could he do to escape this horror? Ryan slapped Milton’s naked thigh hard, and Milton laid on his back with his ass in the air so the boys could get a good look at his molested asshole.
“Man, you guys, really fucked the shit out of him yesterday. He looks raw. That must hurt, Milton. Why don’t you massage it so it will feel better?” Paul, the other jock, requested.
“Good idea! Cuntface, massage your pussy for my pals.”
Milton shook with tears as he put one hand down to his asshole and began to rub. The two jocks in the rear reached over and started to pinch one nipple each. Ryan laughed and beeped his horn so the kids in a school bus next to them would look down. The ten and eleven-year-old boys jumped up and down and shouted, pressing their young faces to the windows as they watched the jocks flick and stretch Milton’s rubbery nipples while he fingered and rubbed his boy-twat.
“Look up and smile at the kids on the bus, Milton,” Ryan said to him good-naturedly.
He raised his tear-streaked face and smiled at the screaming, laughing little boys.
“Show the boys on the bus your clitty, Milton. Arch your body up and spread those legs and pull on your clitty for the boys.”
“Ow…ow…ow,” Milton moaned as he thrust up his hips and tugged on his very sore pricklet.
“Holy motherfucker, he’s some sick pig alright,” Tim laughed, stretching the boy’s poor nipple out as far as he could and letting it snap back.
“I told you guys, I never met a fuck pig like him.”
“You make me do this...I...I...”
“Shut the fuck up, cumdump, and pull that tiny clitty for the little boys.”
Well, of course, he came. He had an orgasm. What boy so abused would not? The boys screamed with laughter. The jocks made him lick his dick snot off his fingers. Then Ryan pulled away from the bus. He ordered Milton to get into his school uniform. The shirt was so thin; his nipples clearly showed through, and the shorts so short that his prick head showed when he sat down.
“I can’t wear this, Ryan, please, please...”
“Shut the fuck up! We’re almost at school, and you haven’t sucked my dick yet, so get to it, cocksucker.”
Ryan whipped his drooling dick out, and right in front of Ryan’s pals, Milton leaned over and buried his face in the crotch of his best friend while he drove them towards the school. The twelve-year-old boy licked the slime off of his sixteen-year-old best friend’s cock, getting much of it on his pretty pink face. Milton sucked his best friend’s piss slit and licked his balls, and finally, Ryan face fucked the twelve-year-old pussy boy. Just as Ryan pulled into the school parking lot, he shot a huge load all over Milton’s face. How the boys laughed while Milton sat there in the car, his face covered with gobs of white fuck goop.
“That looks real cute, don’t wipe it off. Let the kids see what a cum slut you are. Oh yeah, before you go to homeroom, just one more little thing to give you a really nice morning.”
Ryan took out a piece of sandpaper.
Ryan smiled at his twelve-year-old best friend.
“Now, just to keep you on your toes all day and nice and sensitive, I’m going to lightly sandpaper your nipples. Lift your shirt, honey.”
“Oh, god, Ryan…for the love of God…please don’t,” Milton begged.
“Kewl,” one of the teenage boys in the back seat said, rubbing his fucking teen cock through his jeans.
“Lift your shirt real nice and high. Show my pals your titties. That’s a good boy. Now stick those pig tits out nice and far and offer me your titties. Jesus, you’re such a fucking pig. Oh, don’t start crying again. I’m fucking sick of your theatrics. Stick those tits out, pussy!”
Milton stuck his tits out as far as he could for his best friend. Ryan lightly rubbed the sandpaper across the nipple nubs until they stood out hard and red, practically quivering. Milton made animal noises in his throat, and his chest heaved.
“What a disgusting piece of fuckmeat you are, Milton. I sandpaper your nipples, and you practically cum all over the place. Jesus, I can smell the fag juice from here. You’re going to smell like fag pussy all day today in school. All your middle school friends will smell it.”
“Ugh... ugh... ugh... ugh...”
Milton bucked and twisted as Ryan twisted and pulled on his raw nipples.
“Christ, you are a fucking whore. Look at him, boys, he can hardly stand it. He’s so hot, he’ll fuck anything.”
Tim raised his jock hand, the other rubbing his eight-incher.
“Me...how about me? Let me fuck the cunt.”
“Later, Timmy boy, just before third hour, he’ll meet us in the boys can, and we can all fuck him. That way, he can go to gym class dripping dick snot from his cunt.”
“How...how can you do this to me?”
Milton grunted and groaned, as his shirt rubbed against his aching nipple tips. Ryan laughed again.
“Easy, it’s fun, and you’re a fucking pussy.”
“Hey man, I got an awesome idea. Just so the little faggot doesn’t dry out before third period, what say we stick this bratwurst from my lunch up his twat and let him keep it warm for me?”
“That, my good buddy, is a most excellent idea. He can keep a bratwurst up his cunt to keep him company so he doesn’t get lonesome until we can give him some real flesh and blood prick. Show us your twat, Cuntface.”
Miserable, battered Milton, scared out of his mind, totally disoriented from what had happened to him these last days, raised his legs to reveal his twelve-year-old asshole. Ryan kissed him on the cheek.
“That’s a good boy. Make your best friend proud of you.”
Ryan plunged the bratwurst into Milton’s ass.
“Oh, god…it hurts…take it out, Ryan...please.”
“Now you keep that up there until we see you in the boys’ can at break time before third hour. And just so you have some extra pleasure today, I am going to sandpaper your clitty!”
“Aw, fuck, awesome, yeah...sandpaper his fucking clitty.”
Both jocks in the rear seat had their big fat teen pricks out of their jeans, and they were jerking off when the first school bell rang. Kids walked past the car. Some looked in and laughed, others waved to Ryan, who was popular with the gang.
Three fifteen-year-old girls that Ryan had fucked pregnant the previous semester stared at the car and had horrible memories. They wondered who his new victim was. Why did girls date him, knowing what he was like? Some kind of weird animal attraction, some bestial need that churned up the cunt juices perhaps. He was so fucking kewl and cute and mean.
Ryan rubbed the sandpaper across Milton’s pink prick head, and the twelve-year-old boy went through the roof. The guys had to hold him still while Ryan finished sandpapering his prick head.
The guys roared as Milton had an orgasm and squirted pre-cum. He arched his back, and his nipples pressed through the shirt, and four guys walking passed the car stopped to watch.
“Man, it’s not fair. The fucking pig got me so hot. I just gotta blow. Ryan, can I jerk off on his face, please, good buddy?”
“Yeah, me too, it’s the faggot’s own fault.”
“Yeah, okay, sure, guys, dump on his face twat but hurry up. I can’t be late for homeroom again.”
Both jocks rubbed their drooling prick knobs across the young boy’s face, then frigged their fuckmeat until they blew mega loads all over his face, they shot cum up his nose and into his eyes, it clogged his hair, it dripped down his chin onto his neck.
“What do you say to the boys, Cuntface?”
“Tha...tha…thank you,” he stuttered, cum coating his lips.
“You look so pretty that way. Don’t wipe it off. I want to see you just like that third hour in the boys’ can. Of course, it will be dry, but you won’t be because when you walk, your sandpapered clitty and the bratwurst up your cunt will remind you of the guy who loves you most in all the world! And think, in just a couple of hours, you can feel my big thick teenage fuckmeat up your hungry twat!”
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