Extreme Stories » The Star
Roby knew he was in trouble the moment his folks pulled away from Camp Gung Ho. He stood there in the middle of the parking lot, feeling really alone. Roby had never been to camp. In fact, he did not even want to go to camp, but his parents wanted him to take a break from work, the business, show business.
Roby was a young TV star. You did not have to look at Roby long to see what made him a star—his looks. He was stunning. You could not help but notice. He was eleven years old, but already a veteran of many television series and movies.
The first thing that struck you about Roby was his hair. It was blonde-blonde, about as blonde as could be without being white, and strikingly long—long in the back almost down to his shoulders, long on the sides totally covering his ears, and long in front, worn straight to the top of his eyes. His large green eyes were a perfect complement to the blonde-blonde hair.
His face could best be described as all boy in a pretty sort of way. The light sprinkling of freckles was a perfect addition to the all-boy look. Roby was small for his age, which was perfect for TV since he could play younger parts, but his proportions—his legs, ass, body—all were absolutely everything you could want in a boy. He was absolutely stunning. That is why TV loved him—and why boy lovers loved him!
The fact was that Roby needed the break from work, from the admiring adults, the demanding fans, all the hoopla, the attention, but camp was not what he had in mind, even though he did like fishing.
The camp seemed especially strange. Everyone from the camp director to the kids stared at him, some of them with obvious contempt for his celebrity, others with the look that made him nervous. It was the look that boys often give to girls.
Actually, this was one of the problems that he never expected would go with being a star. At first, Roby loved the fan mail, especially from love-struck teenage girls. It made him feel important. However, when he received letters from the queers—men that loved boys, he just could not understand this. What could they possibly see in him? His agent usually screened these letters out of his mail, but he knew it was there.
Then there were the times when he was fooling with his computer—something that he loved to do—he would often stumble across newsgroup postings asking for nude or shirtless pictures of Roby Green. Like sure, there are naked pictures of him floating all over the place! The fact was that his father did not even permit him to be photographed without a shirt.
There was one time when his father had gone into another room during a photo shoot with Teen World that the photographer had talked him into unbuttoning his shirt. It sounded kind of exciting to Roby at the time—something for his teeny-bopper girl fans.
Little did he know that this picture would be a sensation among the queers. All the boy love sites passing on the peek-a-boo picture, which just barely showed his belly button. All the newsgroups clamored for more, but his father threw such a fit that there would never be such an indiscretion again. Now he was always buttoned, always classy.
This classiness made him overdressed for camp. His father, always fearing photographers, had insisted that he dress nice for camp, just in case. So here he was in his teen model clothes, a white turtleneck shirt with an unbuttoned long-sleeved blue shirt over it and tan dress pants with belt and sneakers walking around a camp filled with kids wearing t-shirts and shorts. He looked great, but it was hot, and he did stand out in his overdressed outfit.
“How are you doing, Roby?” It was the camp director, Mr. Kennedy, that he had just met. “Where are you going?”
Roby explained that he was looking for his cabin so he could get changed into something more camplike. Roby was surprised, even shocked when Mr. Kennedy put his hand on Roby’s belly and rubbed it while talking to him.
“Well, I think you look just fine, great, as a matter of fact.”
Roby immediately got goosebumps at this unexpected familiar handling, and he pulled away.
“Well, I want to change anyway,” Roby stammered.
“Well, if you need anything at all, you come to see me, okay?”
‘Fat chance of that happening. This guy’s got to be queer,’ thought Roby.
Roby found his cabin, unlucky number thirteen. When he entered the cabin, his heart dropped. The kids in the cabin, about a dozen of them, were lounging around. They were all a lot older than Roby, probably about fifteen or sixteen, at least—some of them were older than that! Mr. Kennedy had said that he was going to take special care of Roby by putting him in a special cabin, but why this?
The reaction of the boys was even worse. They seemed to take an immediate dislike to Roby. They seemed to want to bring him down to their level, to get the ‘haughty little pre-teen idol,’ yet they had a hungry look like they could not wait to get their hands on this cute little piece of ass. They were cat-calling and whistling towards him.
“Well, look at the pretty boy.”
“Hey, it’s fresh meat.”
Roby’s skin crawled at the way they were staring at him, as though he was a girl, and they were construction workers! That was the only way to describe it. The oldest of the group, a big guy named Tony, came over to Roby, and the others were gathering around with him. Before long, Roby was surrounded with no way to escape. He wanted to cower like a trapped animal, but he did not want to show how scared he was.
“Hi, guys, I’m Roby Green.”
Tony immediately cut him off. “We know who the fuck you are. We watch TV. Boy, you are pretty. Let’s see what you got, sweet thing.”
“What do you mean?” asked Roby, even though he had a pretty good idea what he meant.
“Show us your pecker, sweetie,” shouted Tony.
The others howled their agreement.
“I’m not going to do that…” started Roby.
He began to cry.
The cabin suddenly erupted in a loud “whoa” from the boys indicating that Tony’s authority had been challenged.
Tony stated that Roby had a choice. He could show his little dick to them voluntarily, or they would take a look themselves. Panic struck at this point, and Roby quickly asserted that he would go to Mr. Kennedy if they so much as laid a finger on him.
The group let out a loud laugh as Tony said, “Get him, boys!”
Roby immediately broke out into a cold sweat, and his skin suddenly felt prickly all over as utter terror swept over him. He looked around quickly for an avenue of escape, but he was entirely surrounded by very eager eyes and even more eager hands. He decided to run for his life, and he hurled himself into the group, hoping to break through and make a dash for it.
A yell went up, and Tony’s voice could be heard over the others, yelling, “Grab him! Don’t let him get away!
Two of the guys caught him in midair and held him fast while the rest of the group all grabbed on to him and tried to hold him. Roby wriggled around and fought with every ounce of strength he had, but it was no use. They were too big, and there were too many of them—and there were too many eager hands.
Eventually, they dragged him in front of Tony, who was standing in the middle of the cabin with his hands on his hips. Roby’s arms were pulled straight out and held by many hands. His legs were also being held spread-eagled by many pairs of hands, and more hands were around his chest and belly so that he effectively could not move a muscle, except for his head. His head was flailing back and forth wildly, so that his blonde-blonde hair was whipping back and forth, covering his entire face at times. Tears were streaming from his big green eyes as Roby screamed for his life.
“Hold him the fuck still,” commanded Tony.
Immediately a couple of guys grabbed handfuls of Roby’s hair and stopped the squirming.
“Why are you doing this to me?” cried Roby.
“Why?” responded Tony, “Because you’re so fucking pretty—like a girl, only better, right guys!” The crowd again howled their pleasurable agreement. “You swish around thinking you’re such a big star, someone so special, so much better than us. Well, we’re going to show you how special you are.”
Before Roby even had a chance to think about what was going to happen next, Tony bent over and kissed the little boy. To Roby, it was disgusting, revolting, a kiss of shame. He pressed his lips together and tried to pull his head away, but the hands holding his hair would not permit him to move even a little. Tony’s tongue tried to force its way into his mouth, but by gritting his teeth and pressing his lips, he stopped the tongue from achieving its goal.
“Help him open up his mouth,” mumbled Tony through his continuing kiss.
The crowd was roaring its approval as a couple of guys grabbed Roby’s cheeks and forced him to open up his defenses. Tony’s tongue immediately slipped into Roby’s mouth and explored every section of it. His tongue went around Roby’s teeth and the roof of his mouth, tracing a line with the tip over the top of his mouth. Then he felt Roby’s tongue, which was attempting to escape this violation. It could not get away, though, and it too was explored over every velvety inch.
Roby gagged and gasped for air, but it seemed like Tony was never going to let him up. He tried to wriggle away, but the many hands would not let him move. Next, Roby sensed Tony’s saliva going into his mouth. He was spitting into his mouth! Roby could not believe the depravity of this act. He thought he was going to puke. Finally, Tony broke off the kiss, leaving strands of saliva hanging from Roby’s lips. Roby gagged and coughed and tried to cleanse his mouth of the spit with his tongue, but with very little success. The gang was howling and hooting and laughing at Roby’s degradation and humiliation.
“Boy, pretty boy, you’ve got a lot to learn about Frenching,” mocked Tony. “Now, let’s see that precious dick of yours. Hold him tight, guys.”
They did not need to hold him tighter, as he could not move. He could tell these guys were getting off on just holding him. Tony stepped forward and reached down for Roby’s zipper. Slowly, he moved it down, making a big show of the unveiling. Finally, it was fully opened, and Tony reached into the opening. His fingers explored a little to find the opening in Roby’s briefs.
“He’s got panties on,” mocked Tony as his fingers wormed their way to the hidden treasure.
When the fingers first touched his previously untouched penis, Roby screamed at the top of his lungs. An electric shock seemed to go from the touching of his dick to the tip of his toes. A couple of hands immediately clamped over his mouth, muffling any sound.
“Ah, here it is.”
Roby’s humiliation was complete as Tony felt up his balls. His finger teased up and down the sac until finally he closed his fingers around his dick and started to withdraw it. Tony began to hum the stripper song, which the rest of the gang immediately took up.
“Here she comes,” teased Tony as he brought the boy’s little dick out tantalizingly slow. At first, just the tiny pink circumcised tip, with its beautiful mushroom cap and a gorgeous slit, was visible, and then finally, the next inch of fantastic, never-before-seen boy cock was pulled out. A loud cheer rang out. Tony wrapped his finger around the dick, just below its mushroom head, and pumped it.
“It’s not very big, but it is beautiful!” he said mockingly.
He pulled out on it, trying to see how long he could make it. Roby winced with both pain and humiliation. The hands on his face continued to muffle his screams and cries. One of the guys came over with a ruler, and Tony laid out the flaccid cock on the ruler, pinning it tight against it.
“Hmm, one and a quarter inches—not even a mouthful!”
Someone yelled to Tony, “Wait till you get him hard, then we’ll see how big it is.”
Roby’s terror, of course, made it impossible even to think of getting hard, even though he almost wished he could to keep the boys from laughing at his little pecker.
“Let’s see his balls too,” came a shout from the crowd.
Tony let the cock drop and reached for Roby’s belt buckle. Roby observed a strange thing—almost all the boys were playing with their cocks. He just could not understand it. They were getting off watching his torture! Later, though, he would. Tony undid the belt buckle quickly and undid the latch on Roby’s pants and began to peel them open. The white of Roby’s tight briefs came into view with his flaccid penis sticking through. Tony began to pull down his briefs, again to the tune of the stripper song, and he hooked them under the boy’s little cock and balls.
Just then, a voice rang out, “What the fuck are you guys doing? Let him go!”
It was Mr. Kennedy. The multitude of hands immediately let Roby free, and he pulled up his underwear and pants and zipped up in a flash. He ran to Mr. Kennedy’s side.
“Didn’t I say he’s mine! Get on your bunks!”
The boys immediately scattered, and Roby went outside with the camp director.
“Don’t let their little horseplay throw you,” he said as he draped his arm around the blonde little boy, who was still crying. “I’ll protect you now. Come with me, and we’ll change your cabin.”
Kennedy was leading the boy to his cabin. While Roby was relieved that he had been rescued, he began to feel a little uneasy about that arm around his shoulder.
It was just a short walk to the camp director’s cabin, which also contained his office. The director’s hand on Roby made the walk seem a lot further, though. The man kept talking about the camp experience and whatever, but Roby was not listening because of the hand. At first, it was draped over his shoulder, then it moved to his shoulder, where it did a little massaging, then down his back where it explored up and down its length, and finally to the nape of Roby’s long neck. The hand went under his hair and began to play with the short hairs on his neck. Roby got goosebumps.
Finally, they got in the cabin, and the old pervert told Roby to sit on the couch while he looked over the roster sheets for the cabins. Then he remarked about how hot the office was, and he said something about getting comfortable, and he began to take off his shirt while suggesting that Roby do the same thing. The guy tossed his shirt aside and told Roby not to be shy since his shirts, the turtleneck, and long-sleeved outer shirt, had to be hot. They were, but Roby had no intention of taking off his shirts or anything else!
The half-naked counselor then sat down on the couch and started asking Roby questions about his ordeal, pretending to be interested in a fatherly sort of way, but Roby knew he was not being fatherly. Then the man gathered Roby up and placed him on his lap. Roby did not like being handled so familiarly. He did not like being treated like a baby. And he definitely did not like the hard bulge between Mr. Kennedy’s legs that was pushing up against his butt!
Mr. Kennedy kept talking, but Roby knew it was just babble to cover up Kennedy’s hand actions. He immediately began to rub Roby’s tummy with one hand while pulling his blue shirt off his shoulders with the other. The shirt was restricting Roby’s ability to fight off the hands.
“Roby, take off your shirt. I just want to see your chest to see if you have any hair, and to see your little titties and belly button.”
The camp director started pulled up on the front of the turtleneck, freeing it from the boy’s belted waist. Roby kept grabbing his shirt and pulling it down—a tug of war was taking place with the shirt. Suddenly, Mr. Kennedy won the battle, and he succeeded in pulling up the shirt, showing a white expanse of smooth boy-flesh. One of his hands immediately shot up under the boy’s shirt and grabbed one of his nipples. Kennedy was just getting a look at Roby’s cute navel when the boy squirmed with all his might and fell right off his lap. He immediately started to slide on his butt away from the crazed director, all the while pulling down his shirt as far as it would go. Kennedy was enraged.
“Look, you little faggot, if you don’t want to spend the night in cabin thirteen, you’d better pull that shirt up to your tits right now.”
Roby was just getting it into his head that he was going to have to make a run for it when the phone rang. The agitated counselor grabbed it and barked, “What?” Then he listened for a while and asked whether they were ready. He evidently got an affirmative answer, and he hung up. Suddenly, his tone changed.
“You will be in cabin eleven, real nice kids there, your size and age. Just walk down the path to the parking lot, walk along the edge of the parking lot to your right until you see a sign for cabin eleven. Why don’t you go there now? I’ll have your stuff sent over.”
Roby did not have to hear that twice. He was out of there in a flash, bounding down the path towards the parking lot where his life would be changed forever.
‘What a camp,’ thought Roby as he walked towards the parking lot. ‘I’ve only been here a couple of hours, and I’ve been fondled by the camp director, been French kissed by a pervert and had my pecker displayed and measured by twenty boys. What more could happen?’
Little did he know! Roby was just beginning to feel better about being changed to cabin eleven. He was kind of in a hurry so he could change out of his good clothes into something more comfortable. Suddenly a roar of a white panel van was heard as it sped into the parking lot. Roby did not see while mulling over his current troubles. He should have noticed, for his stay at the camp was over. His freedom was over. His innocence was over.
The white van pulled up right next to Roby, and some men jumped out of both the right side door and the back doors of the windowless panel van. They were wearing ski masks, and before Roby even had a thought at what was happening, they were on him. The man swept his feet out from under him and held him by his legs. Another man pinned his arms to his side and grabbed him around the torso. A third man clamped his hand over his mouth to muffle any cry out. In a matter of just seconds, they were handing him off to other guys in the back of the van. The original three guys jumped in the back, closed the door, and the van sped off.
The idea that he was being kidnapped just started to enter his mind as the six men in the back of the truck went to work on him. He did not even have a chance to resist. First of all, a blindfold was tied tightly over his eyes. Next, something was stuffed into his mouth. The thing in his mouth was made up of a hard rubber-like material and filled most of his mouth. His tongue kept trying to push it out, or aside, or somewhere because he could not swallow with it there. He could not push it out because it had a round thing like a rubber ball at the opening to his mouth. His teeth sank into it to try to hold it there. Then there was a strap that went around his head and was fastened in back to hold it tight. The men had to lift his hair to get it buckled. Once buckled, he could not make a sound.
With the blindfold and ball gag in place, Roby was dragged over to the van wall where his hands were raised over his head and locked into handcuffs. His legs also received attention. One of the men pulled off Roby’s sneakers and tossed them aside, and then his legs were pulled apart, and each of his ankles was handcuffed to the floor. In a matter of about a minute, before Roby could even utter a cry or think about resisting, he was secured in a very vulnerable, helpless condition. None of the men had said a word until now.
“Let’s relax, guys. We have a long trip. Good work.” The others uttered their approval. “Now it’s time for a little fun and relaxation. Let’s have some fun with this sweet piece of meat.”
“Remember what the boss said—no marks, no sex, fully clothed—that’s the way he wants him.”
“God, he sure is beautiful. Look at that face.”
“Yeah, and that hair…”
“I can’t wait to see what he looks like under all that clothing!”
“He looks delicious even in all that clothing. Good enough to eat!”
“Let’s at least take a look at him. I’m just dying to see his titties!” The guy who said this went over and grabbed Roby’s shirt and began to pull it up out of his pants.
“Hey, you know what the boss said. He gets to unwrap the sweet little package. Be patient.”
“Oh, fuck! Let’s have some fun.”
Roby was scared shitless—and that was no exaggeration. His skin was cold and prickly when he heard them talking like that about him. The encounter with Tony would be a walk in the park compared to what these guys had in mind for him. He had heard of boys being raped, but he really had no idea what this meant. He was about to find out.
While Roby was still thinking about the kidnappers and what they might want, he was jarred into reality when the six men began, all at once, to touch him in places he had never been touched before.
The first thing he felt was a hand pulling out his shirt from his pants and worming his hand under it onto his belly. The hand began to massage the velvety flesh of his stomach, all the while feeling around. It grabbed a handful of flesh and pinched his love handles. Suddenly a finger dipped into his navel and started to poke around. If Roby had not been so scared, it might have even been a pleasurable feeling having his belly button probed.
Roby began to think about what a big deal his father made of being photographed with his navel showing, and here he was, trussed up and being fondled by a stranger’s hand and his irresistible belly button being probed to its depths.
While this continued, two other hands stretched his turtleneck collar out and entered his shirt from the top. The hands also were massaging their way down to his pectoral flesh. Each of the hands was looking for the same thing—his nipples. When they found them, they began to massage and roll the soft, sensitive nubs of flesh between their fingers.
At first, Roby was outraged and tried to squirm away from the relentless digits, but he could not move enough to get away from them. After a while, it actually began to feel good, and he was moaning while at the same time crying through the gag.
Roby jumped when another hand grabbed his dick right through his pants. This hand, too, began the massage treatment, this time of his dick and balls. This outrage was not pleasurable in the least to Roby, and he did not have any chance of getting hard from this manipulation. After a while, the hand tired of massaging through his pants, and it began to unbuckle his belt.
“Remember what the boss said, no removing clothes,” a disembodied voice said.
“Fuck!” came the reluctant response from belt hands.
Roby would have squealed if he could have when belt hands then went right into his pants, wormed their way under his underwear and grabbed his dick and balls. Now the massaging began in earnest. Roby was going crazy with his senses being so stimulated all at once—a finger exploring his belly button, fingers rolling his tits, and a hand groping his privates, but the outrage was just beginning.
Another hand slipped under his shirt in the back and began rubbing his back. The backrub was not too bad until the hand forced its way into the back of his pants. The sitting position he was restrained in and the hand in the front of his pants on his balls did not leave much room for the other hand, but it still managed to find its way to his ass cheeks, and a finger began to trace its way up and down his ass crack.
Finally, the last indignity was when another person began to pet his hair as if he was a dog and then—unbelievable to Roby—he actually stuck his tongue into Roby’s ear. This was the first of many things to be plugged into unusual holes on Roby’s gorgeous little body.
It was not long before there was a lot of moaning, and Roby had a pretty good idea that most of them were shooting their loads. His suspicion was confirmed when he felt something hot and sticky hit his face and trickle down his nose, across the ball gag in his mouth to his chin. He also felt some of the warm stuff hit the front of his shirt. Roby wished he were dead, but his ordeal was just beginning.
Finally, all the hands ceased their probing and massaging, and everyone fell asleep, except for Roby, who was chained in such an uncomfortable position that he could not sleep. Instead, he just wept silently.
It had been quite a while since anyone had bothered Roby. He had just been sitting there, crying to himself, while trying to get the gag into a more comfortable position in his mouth. His arms ached from being cuffed over his head, and his legs too were tired of the spread position. His mind was racing all during the trip, wondering what the ransom would be for his return, how his parents would respond, the press reaction, whether his career in show business would be wrecked. Every now and then, he would be brought back to the reality of his situation when a hand would suddenly go up under his shirt and begin working over his nipples or dive into his pants to tickle his nuts or pull on his dick.
Roby had never thought much of rape, even though he knew that he was a hot issue among gays. Seeing requests for nude pictures of him, or discussions of whether his belly button is an innie or outie on computer bulletin boards struck him as perverted and disgusting. But rape—he was not even sure what rape was. His thinking was interrupted as once again, a finger explored his navel, pushing deep in until it seemed to go right to his spine. At the same time, another finger was tickling his nuts, tracing a line along the bottom of his ball sac.
‘Is this rape?’ he wondered.
Probably. Roby also saw pictures of men giving blowjobs. Maybe, that was what rape. Roby made up his mind that he was not going to provide any blowjobs—he would fight and bite before that. He also made up his mind to stop crying and to fight what these people were doing to him. With that in mind, he made a lunge with all his strength to try to move as much as he could in his restrained position. He arched his back a little and let his head flail back and forth.
“Sit still, sweetie,” a voice said as the hand in his pants stopped tickling and instead grabbed his balls and twisted.
He stopped struggling.
Roby again started thinking about what rape was and whether he was going to be raped or whether he had already been raped. He decided that rape was probably giving a blowjob and being felt up. In that case, they were not going to rape him because he would not do it no matter what. He was glad that they had not taken off his clothes since the boss did not want that, but Roby could not understand why. Nor could he understand a tongue in his ear or a hand on his ass.
It was dark when the van left the main road and turned onto the dirt road through the woods. After about an hour of travel, the van came to an unmarked guarded gate. The guard unlocked the gate and opened it, allowing the van to go in. After about another fifteen minutes, the van came to a huge lodge hidden among the trees. There were quite a few cars parked around it, but nobody to be seen. The van went around to the side of the lodge and stopped in front of a door that was marked “service entrance only.”
“Okay, pretty boy, time for the unveiling.”
Roby was about to find out by experience what rape was.
When the van came to a stop, the men went to work again. Roby felt his ankles being released from the cuffs, and his hands were finally released from over his head. It felt so good to have his hands down, and he immediately went for the gag on his mouth.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” a voice said as his hands were immediately grabbed and jerked behind his back where they were again cuffed.
Then he was dragged along the floor of the van to the open back doors where he was lifted out and stood up on his white-socked feet. Hands grabbed him by the shoulders, and he was directed inside where they entered a small side room, and the door closed behind them.
When they got inside, one of the men took the blindfold off Roby’s eyes. His usually bright large green eyes were red from being tightly covered and caked with tears. When he focused his eyes, Roby could see his captors. Roby moaned and tried to indicate to them that he wanted the gag to be taken off.
“Not yet, pretty boy.”
Robby looked around at what seemed to be a sort of dressing room. He saw himself in a full-length mirror on one of the walls. He was shocked at what he saw. Disheveled would be a good word. His long hair was messed up, his face stained by tears, and what he knew was cum. His blue shirt was off his shoulders and jammed around his wrists and their cuffs. His white turtle neck was stretched out of shape by those hands that manhandled his chest, his shirt pulled out of his pants, and both his white shirt and pants covered with cum stains. Roby was disgusted with the realization that all of his captors evidently had been cumming all over him.
“Don’t worry, we’re here to clean you up,” one of the men said.
He led Roby to a sink. He grabbed a washcloth, dipped it into soapy water, and roughly washed Roby’s face with it.
“Got to look good for the boss.”
Next, he took out a brush and fixed up the boy’s hair, brushing it almost lovingly. Then he let the boy into an adjacent room with a toilet. He marched Roby over to it, reached around his waist, and pulled down his zipper. He fished around for his cock and pulled it out and aimed it at the toilet.
“Go,” he said, as he began to tickle the slit on the tip of the boy’s dick.
Roby was so disgusted and ashamed that he did not think he could, but nature was stronger, and finally, a stream of steamy piss flowed into the bowl.
“Got to give it a jiggle,” said the guy as he shook the dick, stretched it, and began to play around with it.
Finally, the stuffed the dick back in and pulled up the zipper. His hand next went down the back of Roby’s pants and began to squeeze one of his buns. The boy let out a squeal through his gag and tried to pull away. The man withdrew his hand and said, “Okay, not yet,” and he led him back into the dressing room.
“Okay, kid, it’s almost showtime. Your audience is waiting.” The other guys in the room laughed. “We’re sure going to miss you.”
“Yeah, how about one last goodbye,” said another of the goons, who came over to Roby, stuck out his tongue and licked him, right up his nose to the top of his head.
“Now, don’t go messing him up, I just cleaned his face.”
“Well, I just made it cleaner.”
“Yeah, goodbye, sweet thing. Sure am going to miss your sweet titties,” said the other as his hand went down Roby’s turtleneck to his right nipple, where it began to pinch.
“Alright, you guys, enough now. Anyway, I can’t wait to see those titties on display, along with the rest of this sweet piece of ass.”
Again, Roby could not believe that they were talking that way about him, and he felt like he was going to faint. It seemed like this was going to be only the prelude to his humiliations and degradation—he was right.
The last guy finished preparing Roby by tucking in his turtleneck inside his belt and pulling his blue outer shirt up over his shoulders. He straightened out the collar of the turtleneck as best he could and smoothed Roby’s hair. Then he took the boy by the shoulders and led him out of the room and into his new life of shame.
Roby was led into a large cool room where he saw bleachers on either side of the runway he was being led down. The bleachers were full of old men, thirty to eighty, who immediately began to cheer and applaud the minute they saw Roby.
At the end of the runway was what looked like a TV soundstage, complete with overhead lights, mics, spotlights, and cameras. However, Roby was shocked when he saw the sets on the stages. In the middle was a large table, set on a platform. It was stage center with spots directed on it. The table was unusual in that it had padded manacles at each corner, obviously meant to hold someone down. Roby figured that someone was probably going to be him. Besides the tables, there was an assortment of various other devices. One thing looked kind of like the stocks that Roby learned about in history. Another device looked like the pommel horse they used in gym class. There was a huge cross but not like in church, and this was no church. There were other frames of various sizes and chains, so many chains hanging from beams over the stage. There also was a rack on which there was an assortment of whips, paddles, leather devices, and other stuff Roby could not even imagine what they were for.
This sight—along with all the grown men wildly cheering—made Roby sick, but he figured he better not throw up with the gag in his mouth. He would probably choke to death.
‘Which might even be good,’ Roby thought.
The boy started to shake uncontrollably, but the man with the hand on his shoulder began to rub his stomach.
“Easy, sweetie. You’re going to love it.”
Roby doubted that, but he tried to calm down and told himself he was not going to cry or give any blowjobs. They would not succeed in raping him. Roby was led to the side of the table. His handcuffs were removed, and then his hands were raised over his head and attached to two hanging chains. They were not too tight this time, but Roby did not like the vulnerable position. The spotlight was now on Roby. He was definitely the star of this show. Suddenly he heard a voice.
“Roby, do you know me?”
Roby squinted through the bright lights, and he saw someone he did know. He tried hard to remember, and now it came to him. It was that photographer guy, Roy, from Teen World Magazine, the one that had caused all the problems with the photograph of him with his shirt unbuttoned.
“Yeah, I’m Roy, the guy your bitch of a father got fired over one little picture. The guy you treated like dirt when I was shooting a set of you. The guy who wanted just one little photo with your stinking shirt off, but no, you couldn’t show your precious titties to me, no matter how much I needed that picture for my career. I couldn’t even get more than a peek at your super-secret belly button.
“Well, tonight, it’s my show, my little photo session, my chance to make a movie. Tonight you will take off your shirt and a lot more. Tonight we will see your titties, and touch them, and make them stiff and large. Tonight we will see your belly button and photograph every square inch of it. In fact, we will explore every inch of your delectable little body.
“You will be the star of the ultimate pedophile porno movie ever. Pictures of your every secret part will be scattered over computer newsgroups and boy-love magazines all over the world. Yes, you are Roby Green, teen idol!
“You’re probably wondering about our studio audience. These men have bid at auction and won the right to use every part of your body. And use it they will.” An agreeing murmur was heard from the crowd. “You have made me a rich man, and it’s only right since you and that bitch father of yours ruined my career.”
Roby was panicking now. All this over an unbuttoned shirt. He was sure he would be more than unbuttoned now.
“Make no mistake about it, your former life is over. You are mine—all of you, every pretty little secret part that you tried to protect now is mine. And I’m going to share it with these one hundred and twenty men.”
A big cheer went up.
“Do not even think of escaping. There are no windows, and all the doors are locked and guarded. There is nothing but forest for a hundred miles around, no neighbors. Nobody knows you’re here. You will not be rescued. We’re going to rape you—repeatedly—hundreds of times in hundreds of ways. We’re going to fuck your sweet ass. We’re going to fuck your mouth. We’re going to fuck you in every orifice of your gorgeous body, and then we’ll think up some more ways to fuck you.”
Roby went limp and thought he was going to vomit. When he heard this stuff of fucking his ass, he thought, ‘What does that mean.’ Then it started to come to him, and he began to struggle and cry. When he started to struggle, an attendant came up and grabbed his balls through his pants.
Roby stood still.
“Pissant, listen carefully to the rules. We’re going to take your gag off. You’re not to talk except when we ask you to talk. If you talk any other time, the penis gag goes back on. And when you do talk to any of us, you will bow your head and address us as Master. Do you understand, sweet stuff?”
Roby understood and nodded his head vigorously. Anything to get this gag off. The attendant came over, lifted Roby’s long hair at the back, and unbuckled the penis gag. He then extracted it from Roby’s stretched mouth. Roby thought his mouth had been stretched ten times its normal size. It felt great to have it off, and he decided he would not talk out of turn. He also remembered his vow not to cry or to give a blowjob—or anything else he could help. He would fight. When Roby saw the gag, he realized why it was so uncomfortable, as he looked at the five-inch rubber penis that had come out his mouth.
‘Never again,’ he thought.
“Listen, faggot, to the rules,” Roy continued. “Whenever anyone tells you to do something, you will do exactly as you are told with no hesitation. If you hesitate, you will be punished. Do you understand?”
Roby nodded, and a rumble went through the crowd. The attendant came over and slapped Roby across the face. Roby understood. He bowed his head.
The crowd applauded.
“Now that we understand each other, we will begin our little photo session. Release his hands.”
The attendant came over and unfastened Roby’s wrists. It felt good to have his arms down again.
“You like posing for photos, don’t you, Roby?”
Roby now knew the game.
“Well, we are going to shoot a series of FK photos and make an FK video that will be a worldwide sensation, starring the beautiful blonde Roby Green, and your father is not going to tell me that we can’t see your sweet little titties!” The crowd cheered again. “You wouldn’t mind if I take a picture of your dick, would you?”
Roby did not know if this was the place to be defiant or not. He bowed his head.
“Good. What I want you to do is unbuckle your belt and pull down your pants.”
Robby thought about if he should do this, and what would happen if he made a run for it. After all, his hands and feet were now free, and maybe he should try. Roy interrupted his thoughts.
“That is your first mistake, cutie pie. You hesitated. Normally, you would be punished, but since you’re so fucking beautiful, I’ll give you another chance.” The crowd murmured its approval. “Now, pull down your pants!”
Roby did not want to find out about Roy’s punishments, so his hand went right to his belt buckle. He could see the men in the front row leaning forward. He undid the buckle with shaking hands and then unfastened the clasp of his pants and opened it. He undid his zipper and pulled down his pants. Flashbulbs flashed, and a video camera came right into his groin area.
“Step out of your pants and throw them into the crowd.”
A cheer went up. Roby stood on one leg and pulled a pant leg off, then repeated the routine with the other. He tossed his pants into the crowd, and there was a huge scramble, just like people scrambled for foul balls a baseball game. One guy came up with the pants and immediately buried his face in them. Roby knew this was going to be the worst experience of his life, and he just could not understand what all these grown men wanted with him. He was just a little kid. If only he had realized just how beautiful he was with his blonde-blonde hair, green eyes, angelic freckled face, and gorgeous little boy body.
“Roby, the men can’t see your basket very well because your shirt is covering it. Cross your hands over your head.”
Roby did as he was told, and some of the men almost fell off their seats. Many of them were already pumping their meat, and Roby could see this. His raised shirt, revealing the little bulge in his briefs where his cock and balls were.
“Faggot, hold your shirt up with your left hand and cup your ball sac with your other hand.”
Roby never masturbated. He knew it was a sin, so it felt strange to do this to himself. He picked up his dick and balls through the fabric of his underpants and cradled them in the palm of his hand, holding them up as he knew Roy wanted. The crowd approved.
“Next, Roby, pull down your panties.”
For some reason, Roby just could not do that. He was just too modest—and in front of all these men too, so he hesitated.
“Roby, now you will be punished. Help him.”
Three attendants immediately grabbed him and put his hands into chains hanging from the ceiling. They pulled the chains up so that Roby was standing on tippy toes. Then all three men attacked his underwear, not pulling them off, but violently ripping them off. The process hurt badly and caused Roby to swing from the chains. He didn’t cry, though.
The crowd cheered. Now Roby’s treasure was revealed for the whole gallery to see, and Roby could do nothing about it. With his hands stretched out above him, his blue shirt slipped off his shoulders, and his turtleneck rode up, revealing the smooth expanse of boy belly from just below his navel all the way down. His lower tummy was beautiful, velvety smooth, tapering down to his dick. There was no trace of hair, even around his cock—this area, too, was velvety smooth. His cock was gorgeous, hanging flaccidly down—one and a quarter inches of gorgeous boy cock with a pretty little mushroom-shaped pink cock head—no ugly foreskin—and cute little slit on the tip.
The cameras came in so close they were almost touching it. Lots of comments came from the crowd about tasting it and how it was good enough to eat and commentaries like that—all of which terrified poor Roby. His balls were a tight little sac, hardly wrinkled, nesting close under the prick.
The beautiful little blonde boy hanging there, dick and balls exposed. The white socks on his feet and the shirt covering his upper torso made a very appealing picture, and a lot of the men shot their loads.
Roy came forward and said, “I told you that you would be punished for hesitating, so now you will be punished.”
The attendant brought Roy a wooden box which Roy opened and showed to Roby.
“Do you know what this is, gorgeous?”
“Roby bowed his head
“It’s a ring for you, a little present. Wear it well.”
Roby looked at the gold ring, about two inches in diameter, and did not have the slightest idea of what it was for. The crowd knew and approved, Roby noticed.
“Number 104, you’re up.”
A man of about fifty with a badge saying 104 came out of the crowd with an eager grin on his face.
Roy said to him, “Get him hard, but don’t let him blow his load.”
Roby could not see how he could possibly get hard, being as scared as he was, but when the man began massaging his cock and balls with both his hands, he began to experience a tingling right down to his toes. The man ran his middle finger up and down the dividing line of his sac while pulling his dick back and forth and massaging the sides. He tickled the sensitive tip lightly, almost like with a feather. Roby flailed his head back and forth, his hair almost covered his face as he writhed in both humiliation and pleasure.
The crowd chanted, “Go! Go! Go!”
The eager number 104 then began to pump up and down the length of Roby’s rapidly expanding dick until finally, about three inches of boy cock was pointing stiffly straight out from his pubis. Roby was so ashamed getting hard in front of all these crazy perverts, but there he was—straight as an arrow—with his cock red and pulsating. It was even more striking with the total lack of hair down there. The crowd loved it, and again it was lovingly photographed. Then Roy was back with the ring.
“You didn’t forget my present, did you? Tell me to give it to you, pretty boy.”
Roby knew that he was not going to like this, but he had no choice, hanging there with his dick hard as an arrow pointing at Roy.
Roby bowed his head and said, “Please give me my present, Master.”
Roy took the ring and slipped it over Roby’s penis and slid it down its length until it was at the bald base. Then he grabbed Roby’s balls and stuffed them through the ring. They did not go through very easily, so Roy twisted and manipulated them so that first one ball then the other went through, shooting terrible pain through Roby’s nuts.
The boy knew better than to scream—he remembered the penis gag—so he just softly cried as he swung on the chains. When Roy finished, Roby looked down and saw that his dick and balls were being obscenely pushed up and away from his body and held in this position so that they were easier to see. His boner was now aimed at the sky, and his balls were sticking straight out for all to see and, of course, be photographed. It hurt a lot. The pain caused Roby to lose his erection, but his now flaccid dick and sac were still pushed out on display.
After about a half-hour of hanging on display for the audience, the attendant came and released Roby’s hands from the chains. Roby was grateful to be free of the chains since it was both hard to breathe, and it hurt his legs to stand on tippy toes. He was shocked that these men could spend so much time ogling him—he was just a little boy! And why did anyone not feel sorry for him?
He would receive no pity here.
Roy began to talk again. “Let the ring be a reminder to you to obey without hesitation. Now your shirt is again covering what we all want to see, so cross your arms over your head, and I’d like you to walk through the audience, and remember, keep your arms artfully crossed over your head.”
No more hesitation for Roby. He began to walk. His shirt rode up again. As he went up one aisle and down the next, everyone reached out to pet, stroke, or pinch his dick and balls, which were still being pushed up and out by the cock ring. He was being groped by one hundred twenty queer men! It was humiliating, awful, disgusting, and it was so hard not to use his hands to cover himself up, but he did it, and when he was back on the stage, he saw that he had a boner pointing to the sky again. The crowd cheered.
Roby uncrossed his arms and self-consciously pulled down his shirt in the front. If Roby thought that this was a gesture of modesty, he was wrong with this group of perverts. The image of the beautiful little blonde kid standing there in the spotlight with bare legs and white socks with a visible erection tenting his shirt was such a turn-on that men were shooting their loads all over the auditorium.
“Gentlemen, it looks as if our little pal here has been a bad boy. He has a hard-on, don’t you, sweetie.”
Roby was utterly humiliated, and he could feel himself blushing. He knew he had to answer.
Roy asked the audience, “What should we do with this bad boy?”
“Give him a spanking.”
“Wail the tar out of him.”
“Whip his ass.”
Robbie did not like where this was going.
Roy spoke again, “Bad boy, do you deserve a spanking?”
Roby did not know what to say. If he said no, who knew what would happen. Still, how could he say yes?
Finally, he stammered softly, “Yes, Master.”
“Yes, I deserve a spanking, Master.”
The crowd cheered, and Roy called for number 87 to come forward. Another old man came up, and he sat down in a high backed chair that was now in the spotlight. He called Roby over to him. The crowd murmured its approval.
Number 87 took Roby’s hand and pulled him over to the chair. Then he positioned Roby face down across his lap. The old pervert captured Roby’s hard-on between his legs and held it there with pleasure. Roby knew it was with pleasure because he could feel the man’s cock getting rock hard against the left side of his body. The man first lifted Roby’s blue shirt, pulled it up, and bunched it at his neck. Then he took the bottom of the white turtleneck and pulled it halfway up Roby’s back and bunched it there. The crowd gasped at its first full view of Roby’s magnificent ass. It was gorgeous—two perfect grapefruit-sized buns, firm, unblemished alabaster-white, separated by a deep boy-crack. Each cheek had a pretty little dimple on the side.
The audience cheered.
Roby felt sick.
Number 87 put each of his hands on one of Roby’s buns and began massaging, moving them this way and that. He jiggled them, formed them into shapes. Then he grasped them fully and pried them apart. A camera came in for a close view of Roby’s secret treasure—his cute little puckered virgin rosebud. Roby felt like he was going to pass out.
Then the man bent down and started to run his tongue all over Roby’s ass, leaving a trail of saliva behind. Then he went down the crack with his tongue and finally planted a kiss right on his asshole! Roby’s cock, imprisoned by the man’s legs, suddenly surged at this violation.
Then the man came back up and released the globes of his ass and raised a hand and let it come crashing down on Roby’s right butt-cheek. It followed with a hard slap of his left cheek. Then it continued faster and faster on alternating cheeks. Roby tried to squirm because it stung like hell, but he was held in place by the man’s left arm and, of course, by his legs. The man started playing around to the amusement of the audience by faking a strike to a cheek and watching the dimpled cheek flinch all by itself.
The spanking continued for about five minutes, which was like an hour of agony to Roby. Then Roy handed a rubber-covered paddle, something like a ping-pong paddle to number 87.
Someone from the audience yelled, “Wail that shit out of him!
That is precisely what number 87 did for the next five minutes. When the man was finished, Roby’s butt was completely fire-red. The man then gripped the hot buns and separated them again and then rammed his middle finger right up Roby’s asshole to his knuckle.
Roby couldn’t help it. He screamed with outrage, and the crowd loved it. Number 87 then removed his hands, and let Roby get up. Roby quickly pulled down his shirts to cover his shame. Again the audience was delighted to see Roby’s cock still tenting the front of that white turtleneck shirt.
Roy then commanded Roby to turn his back to the audience, to pull up his shirts to bend over and grab his ass cheeks.
“Spread them wide so everyone can get a good view of your sweet treasure.”
Roby did as he was commanded. The audience howled its approval of the presentation, flashbulbs flashed, and Roby thought his humiliation was complete until Roy spoke again to the crowd and reminded Roby of things yet to come.
“Gentlemen, we will return later to fuck his sweet ass. For now, we will continue to explore his little body and find more treasures.”
Roby was allowed to stand up and rest for a couple of minutes, and the audience took a break. Everybody left Roby alone, and he was able to pull down his shirts to cover his balls and ass a little. He leaned against the table. He felt the stinging of his whipped ass begin to reside, and his erection also disappeared, so he had a bulge instead of a tent down there. He reached under his shirt and pushed the cock ring up a little, so it did not feel as bad.
He started thinking of a plan. He knew he had to observe to find out where things were. He had to resist also, but he did not understand how he could do this. He had to be brave. He knew that, so he decided he would not cry, not give the queers the joy of breaking him.
His reverie was broken when Roy told him to return to the spotlight, so he padded in his stocking feet over to the circle of light. Roy then told him to show the audience his dick, so remembering the penalty for hesitating, Roby immediately grabbed the bottom of his shirt and raised it above his now flaccid dick and balls.
As Roby looked down, he saw that the cock ring still displayed in genitals in an obscenely effective way. Then he was told to turn and show the audience his ass, which he did, and finally to bend over, grab his cheeks, and show his asshole. Again Roby complied. He was being trained well.
Then Roy changed directions and asked Roby a question.
“Honey boy, would you like something to cover your dick and balls?”
Roby immediately responded, “Yes, very much, Master.”
Roby was ready to perform to get little favors like getting his pants, or even just his underwear back. And perform, he would.
Roy was going to make Roby beg to be abused.
“Before I give you something to cover yourself, I notice you have lost your little hard-on. This makes you unhappy, doesn’t it, Roby.”
Roby knew what he was going to have to do.
“Roby, get down on your knees and beg your Master to excite you.”
Roby was tamed. He got down on his knees and begged.
“Please, Master, get me hard.”
Roy called another number, and another lucky member of the studio audience came up. Roby was ordered to stand up, lift his shirt, and spread his legs, which he did. The man immediately dropped to his knees and took Roby’s cock into his mouth.
Roby started to jerk away from this violation, but the man put his left hand around Roby’s waist and grabbed his butt and held him in place. With his other hand, he held Roby’s dick at its base. The man swished it around in his mouth and licked it all over. He ran his mouth up and down its length, coating it with his saliva. Then he pulled up and held just the beautiful mushroom head in his mouth. He put his teeth just under the head and chewed lightly. Roby clenched his teeth to keep from crying out, but then his cry eventually changed to a low moan as his dick began to grow in the old pervert’s mouth. The man then went back down his shaft and then gobbled Roby’s nuts into his mouth.
Flashbulbs flashed, and Roby could just picture this photo spread all over. He was both humiliated and aroused from erotic pleasure. Suddenly, Roy intervened and told the guy that was enough. The man immediately removed his mouth, leaving Roby with the largest boner he had ever had, his red, pulsating, spit-covered dick made a truly obscene sight.
Roy came over and grabbed Roby’s erection with his fist, holding it, so just the head peeked out from the top of his fist. He then began to pump the dick violently, pulling Roby’s hips back and forth obscenely.
He again ordered Roby to put his hands on his head, and the attendant came over and handed something to Roy. It was a small triangle of bright red cloth with black strings dangling from each comer. Roby was told to keep his hands on his head while he put what Roby finally realized was a G-string over his basket.
Roy’s hand continued to feel Roby as he held the cloth in place and told him to spread his legs. A string was drawn up the crack of his ass and tightened and then fastened to the other strings. When it was in place, the crowd went wild. The cloth just barely covered his cock and balls—his bare pubis and the base of his dick were still on display, not to mention his succulent ass
Roby’s heart fell as he realized he was not getting any clothing. Roby’s cock and balls were outlined very noticeably under the triangle. Roby felt terrible. In fact, he knew his shirts would soon go too. The bright red triangle really stood out in contrast to the little beauty’s smooth white skin and his striking blondeness, but the thing that really set off the audience was the fact that the pink tip of Roby’s still erect cock peeked out the top of the triangle, winking its little eye at the audience!
Roy continued the show.
“Do you remember the trouble it caused when I almost got a picture of your navel?”
Well, now you’re going to show us your sweet belly button. We will all see it, photograph it, touch it, explore it, and do some other things to it that you never imagined. Now, Roby, lift your shirt and show us your belly button.”
Roby did not know where this was going, but he was sensitive about his chest and belly. He was never photographed without a shirt by orders of his father and agent. He even wore a shirt while swimming, and he never played without a shirt. His father instilled modesty into him until it was a part of his very make-up. Now he had to violate himself. While he was thinking, Roy broke in.
“You have forgotten the rule, and you hesitated. These men wanted to see your belly button, and you hesitated. Now you will be punished. Gentlemen, let’s warm him up—pink belly!”
Roby knew what a pink belly was, although he had never received one. It was a kid thing, but suddenly he was being attacked by about ten grown men who evidentially had been pre-chosen to pink-belly him. The men rushed the stage, picked Roby up by his arms and legs, and carried him over the table. They held his arms and legs down and pulled his shirt up to his tits, and suddenly about ten hands were slapping his belly. It hurt like hell, but Roby refused to give in and yell out or cry. When the slapping finally stopped, his stomach was red from the top of the G-string to the bottom of his rib cage.
When they finished, they again picked Roby up and brought him over to something that looked like an X with manacles on each arm of the X. Roby’s wrists and ankles were attached, and the spotlight came on. Roby was on display again.
An attendant came up with scissors, and he began cutting the bottom of Roby’s turtleneck shirt. Roy said that since Roby would not show them his belly button, it would be put on permanent display to be used by everyone. Roby’s shirt was cut off all around just below the ribcage, and the crowd applauded enthusiastically. The half-turtleneck looked very sexy to the audience.
Roby’s belly was bright red, but that was not what the audience was looking at. It was his stunning, absolutely magnificent belly button. It was very large, about an inch around, and it was a very, very deep innie. No flesh could be seen inside the crevice. It looked dark inside, like a cave. The skin around it was smooth, velvety, and teasingly rounded.
This kid was absolutely beautiful, and the sight of the blonde kid, manacled spread-eagled, bare legs, except for his white socks, bare bottom, except for the G-string, the now-half shirt and longer blue outer shirt and the magnificent navel was causing members of the audience to orgasm just by looking. Roby was shamed. What more could they do to him? He was about to find out.
Suddenly, two men came out of the audience, lucky bidders that they were, and both of them at once began to work over his cute tummy. One was licking all over it while another had his finger in the cute navel, exploring every nook and cranny. The finger both tickled and gave an erotic shock to poor Roby. He tried to wriggle away from the probing finger, but he could not move that much. He began to feel his dick getting hard again as the finger, and the tongue continued their devilish tracing and probing. Then the crowd let out a big cheer when Roby’s cock winked back at them from the top of the G-string.
Finally, the two men stopped, and two attendants came and released Roby’s wrists and ankles from the bondage, but the release was short-lived as he was hustled back over to the table, forced down, and his wrists and ankles again manacled. His erection stuck up obscenely as viewed from the side of the table.
Next, an attendant came over with a jar of something brown and took off the lid. Roy said something about Roby’s belly button being as sweet as honey as the attendant began filling the deep hole that was his navel right to the top with sticky honey! Then another member of the studio audience came up and began to lap up the nectar with his tongue. This gave Roby a feeling that could only be described as ecstasy.
Roby yelled out, “I’ve got to pee!” to the great amusement of the crowd.
Suddenly, Roby felt his dick spasm, and, for the first time in his short life, he shot his load. The crowd howled its approval as Roby moaned with intense pleasure. The man just kept lapping while Roby’s cum dripped down his lower belly and was soaked up by the front of the G-string. Roby felt the man poking with his tongue at the bottom of his belly button, getting the very last of the honey from every corner. It felt so good—and Roby was so ashamed. Finally, the man came up with honey on his lips and around his mouth with a big grin of triumph. The crowd cheered.
“And now, pretty boy,” Roy continued, “we come to the highlight of this part of our show when the man who bid the highest for the right to fuck your sweet navel gets his money’s worth.”
Roby could not believe what he was hearing. What did that mean? Was that even possible? Roby was shocked when he saw the winning bidder—Mr. Kennedy! And he was stark naked as he got up on the table and straddled Roby’s basket with his knees.
“I just wanted to see your belly-cunt. Now, I’m going to fuck it!”
He lowered himself so that the head of his throbbing dick was aimed right at the center of Roby’s gorgeous navel. Then he dipped its head in. His dick really did not fit in Roby’s cute belly button—just the tip could get in—but he tried!
Over and over, he dipped in, in a slow fucking motion, pushing to the very bottom of the belly button. All the while, his cock kept getting larger. This gave Roby no feeling of pleasure. Its violence hurt, and every time Mr. Kennedy thrust down, faster and faster with that rock-hard pecker, it pounded his belly and knocked the air out of him.
After a few minutes of this obscene torture, Mr. Kennedy let out an animal yell and orgasmed right into Roby’s navel. Wave after wave of sticky white cum filled and overflowed his sweet belly button. Then the pervert reached down and began to spread the cum all over the boy’s belly.
Roby’s shame was complete, and he began to cry.
If Roby expected any pity for his crying from the depraved crowd watching his humiliations, he was very wrong. The crowd loved every minute of it. After Mr. Kennedy got off him, they stared at his belly, still glistening from the cum just rubbed into it. His erection was now gone, replaced by pain in his stomach, pain from bruises.
After a while, the attendants came over to the table to release the weeping boy’s wrists and ankles and then lifted him up, so he was sitting with his legs over the side of the table. He self-consciously rubbed some of the cum out of his navel and tried to rub it off his stomach. His G-string was obscenely stained with both his and Kennedy’s cum. He had a few minutes of rest, which gave him time to think of what was going to happen to him next. He figured his nipples would be next on display, and boy was he right.
Roy then commanded the little boy to stand up in the spotlight, which Roby did. Then he was told to lift what was left of his turtleneck up to his neck and hold it there. Roby knew how the audience would respond to this action, but he had no choice but to comply. He grabbed the shirt just below his ribcage and lifted it, showing his pretty tits to the wolfish crowd. And what a sight they were. They were unusually large, about three-quarter inches, and very pink. They were indistinctly outlined on his boyish chest and entirely flat with no sign of erection or pointedness. In fact, they almost were indented inward, with tiny white spots in their centers. The audience gasped in appreciation. They were nothing short of magnificent girlie-boy tits.
Immediately two men approached the stage and grabbed onto Roby’s nipples. They began stretching them this way and that, pulling them out from his boyish chest and letting them snap back. They rolled them between their fingers. They pinched them and twisted them painfully. This sort of abuse was both erotic and painful to Roby, but the pain took over any pleasure.
The flat pink buds now were an angry red and protruded from his chest. Then two other men came up to do their part in arousing the poor little boy’s tits. They fastened their mouths to the nubbins and chewed and suckled. Their tongues tickled all around the tit flesh, only to be replaced by painful chewing and sucking. It took all the will power Roby had to keep his hands away from his chest, to push those obscene mouths away from this never-before-seen or touched area of his little boy body. When they finally removed their slobbering mouths, Roby was horrified when he looked down and saw his obscenely distended nipples—red and glistening—sticking a good inch from his chest.
The cute little kid continued to hold his shirt up, showing off his indecent titties. The crowd roared its approval. Roy approached the boy, holding something in his hand. Something that looked to Roby like clips joined by a string.
Roy came right up and put the clamps on the boy’s nipples, first the right and then the left. Roby screamed in agony, and he quickly removed them with his hands and made a dash off the stage. He did not get far before what seemed like hundreds of hands grabbed him and picked him right up and carried him back to the stage.
Roby was put roughly on the table, and the men’s hands immediately went about the process of abusing the boy’s small body. Mouths quickly went back to his tits. Hands pushed aside his G-string and were feeling his cock and balls, viciously pulling them this way and that. He could feel people licking all over his body, and once again, there was a tongue in his sweet navel.
His legs were spread as far as they would go and then pulled straight up so that they were pinned behind his head, displaying his pink ass hole for all to see and touch. First one finger, then two, was shoved up his ass, but Roby could not cry out. His mouth was being explored by a tongue, keeping him from making a sound. Other people were licking his eyes and ears.
Roby felt total revulsion, and he wanted to heave. Almost the entire audience crowded around and tried to get a piece of the little kid. The remainder of his clothes were ripped from his body and taken as souvenirs. Even his socks were removed, and his feet licked, and his toes taken into people’s mouths to be sucked. Hands were everywhere, stroking, tickling, pinching, and probing. Tongues made his body glistening wet.
After about a half-hour of abuse, Roy blew a whistle, and everyone went back to their places. Roby was wailing now like the little boy he was. Roy was not impressed.
“Stop that crying, pussy boy,” he commanded. “Now, you know how you are going to please us for now on. Stand up.”
Robby slowly got up from the table. All that was left of his clothes was the collar of his turtle neck, stretched out of shape and hanging around his neck, and, of course, the G-string, which was now pulled over his right hip.
“Get down on your knees,” commanded Roy. Roby pulled the G-string over his crotch the best he could and knelt down. “Now beg for the tit clamps.”
Roby stammered in confusion.
“Ple…ple…please…put tho…tho…those…things back…back on me.”
“What should we do with them?”
“Put them on my…my ti…tits,” he moaned in a low voice.
“Tell us all you want them on your sweet titties.”
“I…I want them…want them on my…swe…sweet…ti…ti…titties.”
“Before we honor your tits with our beautiful clamps, you must perform for us. Get down on all fours with your ass towards the audience.”
Roby did as he was told.
“Now wriggle it for us and tell us to fuck you.”
Roby wriggled his cute ass and said, “Please fuck me.”
“Fuck you, where?”
“Fuck me… fuck me…”
“Say it right and shout it!”
“FUCK ME IN MY ASS!”
“Don’t worry, we will. Now, reach back and spread your sweet cheeks.”
Roby did. The string of his G-string bisected his beautiful dimpled asshole, pink and winking at the audience. Roy walked up behind the boy and gave his bruised ass a couple of sharp slaps, causing them to jiggle. Then he spread his sweet dimpled hole with his fingers, stretching it this way and that. Then he started to feel around inside the asshole, sticking one, then two fingers in and moving them around. Roby yelped in pain and humiliation while Roy finger-fucked his ass.
“Turn over on your back and pull your knees up behind your ears.”
Again, Roby obeyed. Roy continued his finger-fucking of the spectacular asshole, stretching the tight little hole. He withdrew his fingers, and Roby just lay there with his most private orifice on display for the audience of perverts.
“Now, you may stand and cross your hands over your head again.”
The crowd ogled the beautiful little kid again standing before them in the turtleneck collar and red G-string. His red and distended nipples, the bruised deep navel, sticky with cum, the stunning small dick and balls outlined in the red G-string, his hair in beautiful disarray, his absolutely perfect boy-ass, white and magnificent were all on display as cameras flashed over and over again.
Roy walked up to the boy and snapped the clamps on his tits. Roby did not take them off this time. He held his hands behind his head in the sexy pose the crowd loved. He held this pose for a long time.
“Keep your hands folded on top of your head, the way we like,” ordered Roy as he approached the little boy.
Roby could not imagine what was going to happen next, but he was still determined not to be raped somehow. He would not take anyone’s penis into his mouth. He began to worry about what exactly fucking in the ass was. He was starting to get the idea. He felt so dirty standing there with his arms over his head, open to everyone’s leering—and leering is what they were doing! It seemed so long ago that his body was private and untouched. Now everyone was doing whatever they wanted with him.
Roy came up to Roby, reached down, and pulled the G-string halfway down his thighs. He then grabbed his penis and pulled up on it so that Roby had to stand on tiptoes.
“Here, let me help you with this.”
He grabbed the cock ring and yanked it off Roby’s little love-balls and over his now flaccid dick. He put the ring in his pocket and continued to painfully tug the soft dick.
“I notice you are not hard anymore. Don’t you like what we are doing to you?”
“No…sir,” responded Roby warily.
“Well, we’ll just have to fix that. Let’s play a game. Would you like to play?”
“Do I have a choice?” the boy replied impertinently.
Roby received a sharp slap across the face that knocked his head sideways.
“Don’t use that tone with me, faggot! Here’s the game. You’ve got two minutes to get yourself hard and to spurt your cum all over yourself. If you do it, I will take off the tittie clips. If you don’t, we’re going to torture your cute little dick and balls.”
Roby could not imagine what this meant, nor did he have any idea how he could possibly get hard. He was too scared, and besides, he had no experience at masturbating, so he could only guess how to do it.
“Your time begins now.”
Roby did not want to find out about that ‘torture’ Roy threatened, so he quickly took his cock in his hands and began to move up and down the shaft as fast as he could, and his audience began shouting.
“CUM! CUM! CUM!”
Nothing seemed to be happening, so he tried tickling the head of his little cock, but still no erotic feelings.
“CUM! CUM! CUM!”
He began to sweat and tried pumping harder.
“CUM! CUM! CUM!”
The crowd loved it.
“CUM! CUM! CUM!”
Finally, after two minutes, Roy blew his whistle.
“Get your hands away from your dick, sweetie.” Roy playfully lifted the still limp member and kept dropping it. Roby was humiliated. The crowd was hooting and laughing at the boy’s debasement. “Looks like you lose. Gentlemen, to the cross with him.”
The attendants came up from behind Roby. One of them put him in a full nelson and lifted him from the floor. Another one of them pulled the G-string off his legs and tossed it into the crowd. Roby began to struggle, not wanting to find out about cock and ball torture, but it was all to no avail. The attendants picked him up hand and foot and carried him over to the X-shaped cross.
To the little boy’s horror, they tipped him upside down and began to fasten him in that position to the arms of the cross. When they finished, the boy was secured upside down, legs spread, to the X-cross. Roby’s long hair was spread out like a halo around his head, which was a sight that excited his audience greatly. Roy approached the boy, who was now crying again.
“I told you to get hard and shoot your spunk all over yourself, but you didn’t do it. So now you need to be punished.”
Roy began to play around with Roby’s limp penis, flipping it up and letting it fall again. The upside-down position caused the little cock to fall away from the tight small ball sac, which was obscenely exposed. Roy then began to mash the little boy’s balls, which got a cry of pain from the boy.
Next, he called out two numbers, and the corresponding audience members approached the boy-on-cross. The attendants gave each of them what looked like a short cane fishing pole, only about a foot long, with a length of black cloth attached to the end. They began to practice whipping strokes in the air, and Roby began to realize what they were going to do.
Before he could even cry out his protest, one of the men whipped him across the nuts. Roby screamed in agony, but the other man also whipped him, eliciting another scream from the boy to the amusement of the spectators. Then they took turns, one after the other, snapping off strokes across the most vulnerable, sensitive part of his body. Each stroke caused a jolt of searing pain. Roby screamed and screamed until he could scream no more. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Roy called a halt to the torture—at least for the moment.
Roby was allowed to hang there for a short time, his bright red, swollen balls fully exposed until Roy again approached him. He was holding a black band, about an inch wide with a Velcro fastener. He grabbed Roby’s battered balls in his left hand, wrapped the band around the top of the testicles, and pulled it as tight as he could. Roby howled in pain, but nobody cared.
He was then removed from the cross and stood up in front of Roy, who then proceeded to fasten two weights to the band, which pulled down on the balls, distending them. Roby cried as hard as he had ever in his life.
“Stop your crying unless you want to be punished more,” commanded Roy, as he gave the ball weights a kick, sending them swinging. Roby screamed again, but then stifled himself.
“Now we will continue our games. Since you were a failure at getting your own dick up, we’ll give you a chance to pleasure two of our guests.”
Roy called a two of numbers out, and an old black guy and a grotesquely fat middle-aged guy came forward. Both were nude. The black guy was all wrinkled but had a huge cock dangling from his ebony body. The fat guy was all hairy and sweaty. He was already sporting a boner.
“You are to pleasure these two men, one with your hands and the other with your virgin mouth. You are to make each of them cum. One has to cum on your sweet face and the other in your mouth. You are to drink all of it. Take your pick as to which will be done which way. You have five minutes to do this. If you succeed, we will take off the tit clamps and ball weights. If you fail, you will get a nipple ring.”
Roby’s mind raced. They would not do that to his nipple! He had seen that on TV and thought it looked gross. No, they could not! However, he would have to put a penis in his mouth if he was going to prevent this, and he was determined not to be raped.
He did not have any more time to think, as Roy said, “Begin!
Roby had to act quick. He decided to do the ugly fat guy first since he was already hard, and he figured the man would cum quick. Roby wrapped his little hand around the pecker and began to move up and down the shaft. The guy moaned in ecstasy.
It felt horrible to Roby to have to touch that thing, but he kept pumping. When he tickled the tip with his other hand, he felt the cock begin to pulsate. The guy yelled in pleasure, and he began to shoot his load. Roby stuck his face right in front of the throbbing pick and was hit by the first wave of hot spunk right in his eyes and nose. Wave after wave kept shooting out, all over Roby’s freckled face. The man grabbed Roby’s head and forced it down on his prick, poking him right in the eye, and then rubbing it all over his face, smearing the cum. Then, finally being spent, he wiped his prick off on Roby’s beautiful hair.
Roby knew his clock was running, so he pulled away from the fat guy and went over to the old black guy. He got on his knees, and tentatively put the tip of the large, soft cock in his mouth. The cock immediately jumped and began to grow. He put more and more of the growing prick into his mouth, but it still kept getting bigger. He tried to get his tongue out of the way so he could swallow, but the huge cock kept growing until it reached the back of his throat, and he began to gag.
He started to pull off the cock, but the black man grabbed him by his still sticky hair and began guiding his head up and down the length of the cock. He was getting his mouth fucked! His cheeks were sticking out as far as they would go, and the action of his little boy tongue got the guy even more excited.
Again, he could feel the pulsating action of the cock, and he knew what was coming. The guy started pumping spunk into his mouth. It tasted terrible, but he kept swallowing as fast as he could so he would not choke. Finally, the guy finished and began getting softer. He, too, pulled out and wiped his cock on Roby’s hair. Strings of cum dripped from Roby’s mouth.
Roby actually smiled. He had beaten the deadline.
“Well done, sweetie. You’re now an official cocksucker! And you will do a lot more cock sucking before we’re done with you!”
Roy went up to the little boy and rubbed the cum all over Roby’s face with his hand. Then he commanded Roby to lick his hand clean. Roby was forced to stick his tongue way out to accomplish what Roy wanted. He was humbled again.
“Please, sir…remove the things,” pleaded Roby.
Roy took the clamps off and unfastened the black strap wrapped around the boy’s ball sac. Roby’s nipples were an angry red and purple, still sticking out from his boyish chest. His balls, too, were swollen and red from the abuse.
“I have bad news, Roby. I lied about the nipple ring. You’re getting it anyway!”
“NO!” shouted Roby.
The boy, once again, tried to run aimlessly from the stage. The men grabbed him and carried him back to the stage with every part of his body being groped and fondled.
“Hold him still,” demanded Roy.
The hands would not even permit him to twitch. Roy grabbed his right tittie and began to excite it by rolling it in his fingers and rubbing and manipulating it. Then he was handed a needle about three inches long.
Roby screamed as the crowd laughed and cheered. Roy pulled the nipple out and pushed the needle through the sensitive skin. Roby could not believe the pain, as Roy pushed a gold ring through the hole made by the needle and then snapped the ring shut. Roby looked down and saw the awful sight. His beautiful nipple now had a ring through it!
The next thing that Roy did was totally unexpected by Roby, yet appreciated. The man declared what he called a ‘recess’ so that the ‘guests’ could get a little food and rest and renew their sexual energy for more hard-on action, as he put it. Roby did not relish these perverts with their raging hard-ons ogling and abusing him again, but he was grateful for a break from abuse for a little while.
The three guys that had cleaned up Roby, what seemed an eternity ago, came over and cuffed his wrists in front of him. Then they grabbed him by the arms and escorted him off the rostrum to a room behind the stage. Actually, it was a suite of rooms, a sitting room, a bedroom with a king-sized bed, and a bathroom.
When they entered the suite, one of the men quickly shed his clothes, grabbed Roby by the hair, and dragged him into an already running shower. The man attached the boy’s handcuffs to a hook hanging overhead so that his arms were stretched out high over his head. Then he took some liquid soap and began soaping up the shamed little boy.
Of course, the man did an extra good job on the little boy’s genitals and ass. His hand cupped and groped the cock and balls, all the while soaping. His other hand spread Roby’s ass cheeks, and the soap was massaged into his asshole.
Roby clenched his teeth and danced on his tiptoes when the guy’s middle finger suddenly went up his asshole. He kept probing, moving it around in there. It both hurt and thrilled Roby at the same time. Once again, against his will, his prick began to come to attention, and the confused boy did not know why.
Suddenly, the guy popped his finger out of his little poop chute and continued the soaping of his body. He took special care rubbing the boy’s cute tummy and probing his belly button. His girlish boy tits too came under special attention, although when the man touched his ring-pierced right nipple, Roby could not help but cry out in pain. The man then left the right titty alone and concentrated his efforts at exciting the left. The man then soaped up the cute boy’s face, feeling its every nook and cranny.
He then shoved a finger into Roby’s mouth and told him to suck. Roby was tamed. He sucked like a pro, first one, then two, then three fingers. The man felt around in his mouth, rubbing against his tongue and his teeth. He pulled his fingers out, bent over, and gave Roby a long, hard kiss. After a couple of minutes of exploring the little boy’s mouth with his tongue, the man broke off the kiss and shampooed Roby’s hair.
When he finished this, he unhooked Roby’s handcuffed hands from the overhead ring and pushed him down to his knees. Roby knew what was coming. The man rubbed his swollen, stiff prick all over the boy’s cute face and then jammed it into his mouth. His hand went to the back of Roby’s wet head, and he grabbed him by the slicked-down hair and fucked his mouth violently.
Roby tried to pull his head back, and he tried to push the man with his cuffed hands, but it did no good. The man guided his face up and down his prick until suddenly he withdrew it and then spurted all over the gasping boy’s face. The strings of semen solidified and then were washed away with the shower water. The boy just knelt in horror on all fours in the shower, the water running on his shaking, naked body, gasping for breath.
“Get used to it, pretty boy. You’ll be sucking everybody’s dick before long; you’ll even be begging for it. Now, get up!”
Roby was hustled out of the shower, wet and naked, and all three of the men forced him to march around, displaying all his charms while they made obscene comments. Finally, one of the men began to towel him off, concentrating on the boy’s most private parts. His hair was combed and lovingly brushed, and then he was told it was time for bed.
Roby was led by his manacled hands over to the large bed, and he was tossed like a sack onto the bed.
One of the men said, “Let’s play!”
All three of them jumped on the bed and wrestled Roby into all kinds of positions, pulling his arms and legs into different arrangements, all in the most sexually provocative poses to expose his cute asshole and his dick and balls.
They wrestled him onto his back, and for the second time in his life, he was pink bellied. One man pinned his arms over his head, and the others sat on his legs, and then they all began slapping his cute belly over and over again until it was crimson red from his rib cage to his cock.
Then they grabbed ropes, stretching his legs apart as they tied his legs to the corners of the bed. His wrists were un-handcuffed and then secured to the other corners of the bed. He was spread-eagled naked on the bed.
The men marveled at his sheer beauty stretched out that way. His gorgeous prick, the fantastic navel, now stretched to form an egg-shaped O, the large girlish tits with the ring, the blonde hair, the perfectly smooth tummy, the hairless crotch, the perfectly formed legs with soft downy blonde fuzz—all of it stretched out before their eyes.
“Time for sleep,” one of them whispered in Roby’s ear, just before he jammed his tongue into his earhole. He continued to fuck his ear with his tongue, and then he licked down the ear and began to chew gently on his ear lobe. “Hmm, just like candy,” he muttered as he continued to gnaw.
Then the lights went out, and all three men had their arms around various parts of Roby’s little body. One man lay on each side of him, while the third guy lay down resting his head on Roby’s tummy. They snuggled into him and went to sleep.
Roby, being so tired, drifted off too and on into a fitful sleep. He would wake up whenever a hand grabbed his ass, a finger ran up and down his ass crack, a mouth went down on his cock, or a tongue licked up and down his body.
Deep sleep finally came anyhow.
When Roby finally awoke, he was disgusted to find that one of the men was asleep with Roby’s penis in his mouth! Roby at first wanted to push the man off him, but he quickly remembered that his hands were tied. In fact, his arms and legs both ached from being held so long in one position. One of the other men was snuggled into the little boy’s armpit with his arm across Roby’s chest. The third man was nowhere to be seen. He must have already gotten up.
Roby wondered what time it was. He really had no idea of whether it was day or night or how many days since he was kidnapped. Time was all confused. Roby started to cry when he began thinking of all the abuse he had been through and what would probably happen to him today. He could not believe that he was, spread-eagled naked on a bed with some filthy pervert sucking on his dick.
He could look down on his nipple and see the horrible ring through it. The nipple looked a lot better then it did, but it was still red and just a little bit enlarged. His other nipple was back to normal—for the moment. He realized just how much pleasure these homos got out of his nipples.
The same thing with his belly button. He was thinking that if he had only posed a couple of times with his shirt off, like that kid from Never Ending Story, this would never have happened. He felt so grown up when he was acting, and all those adults were fawning over him. Now he knew he was just a little boy—a boy to be used by hundreds of debauched perverts.
The missing guy came in and turned on the lights and woke his friends. Roby was untied and dragged out of bed. Luckily, no cuffs were put on him, and he was allowed to go into the bathroom by himself. He washed thoroughly, with particular attention to his cock and balls and his lower belly, where he scrubbed the saliva off left by the sleeping guy. He touched his right tit gently, being relieved that it did not feel too bad.
‘If my father could see me now,’ he thought to himself, ‘he’d die!’
One of the men came into the bathroom and grabbed him by the hair and pulled him out.
Roby was shocked to see a doggie dish in the middle of the floor filled with what looked like dog food.
“Get down on all fours and eat like the cute puppy you are, and no hands, and you’d better eat it all. We don’t waste food here.”
Roby began to cry hard as he got down on his hands and knees. He bent down and tentatively tasted the food with his tongue. Suddenly there was a loud crack, and Roby felt a burning pain across his ass. One of the guys had whipped him with a leather belt.
“EAT!” he shouted.
At that, Roby gobbled all the food. After ‘breakfast,’ one of his captors roughly washed Roby’s now-greasy face with a warm, wet washcloth, and then one of the other guys snapped what looked like a thick dog collar around his neck. The collar was black with silver spikes all the way around. There was a ring attached to the front of it. Once attached, the three guys all seemed to admire the man’s handiwork. All three were obviously becoming sexually excited, which scared the shit out of Roby.
“Time to get dressed,” said the leader of the group.
The leader brought out a pair of red stockings, which he told Roby to put on. These were not ordinary stockings. They went all the way up his legs to his ass! When he had them on, his captors made him parade around while they took turns whistling at him and pinching or slapping his ass.
One of the guys grabbed him in a headlock while one of the other guys put lipstick on his lips. When they were through, they stood him in front of a mirror, and he was shocked to see how sexy he looked. The red socks seemed to accentuate the length of his legs and the whiteness of his ass, as well as the magnificence of his cock and balls. Roby could imagine how his perverted ‘fans’ would respond to him dressed like this. Finally, it was time to go. The handcuffs were put on his wrists in front of him, and a leash was attached to his collar. He was then led by the leash back into the auditorium to be deflowered.
The crowd roared their approval when they caught sight of Roby. Roy was on the stage to welcome him back for “more fun and games.” Roy dropped his hands to Roby’s groin, and he began to fondle him. Roby danced on his toes as his cock and balls were manipulated, but he did not try to protect himself with his cuffed hands. He had learned.
When Roy finished the feeling thing, he then told Roby that it was time to pose again. He was given a plush pig toy to hold in various poses while the cameras snapped. He was ordered to spread his legs; to cup his balls; to show his ass; to massage his tits; to pull on his cock; to bend over and spread his cheeks; to get down on all fours and spread his cheeks; to lay on his back and spread his cheeks. All these things Roby did like a pro.
Then Roby was told to get on his back and to wack himself off. He was told that they wanted his prick to point straight towards the ceiling. He was threatened with punishment if he did not succeed. Roby lay there in front of everyone pumping for all his life on his little dick. He was happy when his small dick began to harden. Finally, Roby succeeded. His three-inch, hard-as-a-rock dick, red and throbbing, pointed straight up to the ceiling as he had been instructed.
The crowd chanted, “Woody! Woody! Woody!” while Roby was photographed over and over again, smiling for his audience as he was told.
Four attendants came over and grabbed Roby by his arms and legs and carried him over to where a pole, about three inches thick and ten feet long, lay on the floor. They put him down and tied his ankles and wrists to the pole. Then they picked up the pole and carried Roby like some prisoner of African natives.
They carried him over to a far side of the stage where there was a frame-like contraption into which the pole fit, suspending the helpless boy about three feet high in the air. The pain of bearing all his weight on his wrists and ankles hurt acutely.
Once again, no part of his helpless body was off-limits. Hands went immediately to his groin, and his cock and balls were tugged and stretched, tickled and massaged. Other hands went to his soft stomach and ran up and down his chest. His nipples again were rubbed and rolled, pinched and stretched, including his painful ring-pierced right tit. His head was pulled down as far as it would stretch, and he could feel, through his tightly closed eyes, the fact that pricks were rubbing all over his face and eyes, leaving sticky pre-cum all over him. Then one of the pricks found its way into his mouth and repeatedly rammed itself in all the way. He tried to squeal through this invasion when he felt his ass cheeks being massaged and slapped by many hands.
He felt his ass cheeks being spread and something hard pressing up against his anus. Roby tried to open his eyes to see what they were doing at just about the same time when everyone stepped back from him, the prick left his slobbering mouth, and all the hands touching him pulled backed, except for those on his ass. The whole group had moved back to watch what was happening. Roby tried to lift his head to see, and what he saw terrified him. It was a thick fake cock, about a foot long, and black in color. When Roby realized what was going to happen, he screamed, and then the pain of his deflowerment began.
“Now, we will get you ready to have your ass properly fucked.”
It was Roy speaking amid the roaring approval of the crowd. Roby was scared to death. A couple of the attendants untied the shaking little boy’s ankles from the bar, and immediately each guy took a leg and pulled them back and apart as far as they would go. The crowd now had a great view of Roby’s pink little asshole, stretched as far open as it would go. It was oval-shaped, and it winked at the aroused audience.
Roy took the fake prick and pressed its head into the hole. Roby started to wriggle as much as he could, but countless hands grabbed him to hold him perfectly still. Roy began to press the shaft in the tiny hole causing Roby to scream at the top of his voice. The crowd loved it. The boy bucked with all the strength that he could muster, but all the bucking and wriggling could not stop the relentless pushing of the dildo into his ass. Roy was grunting and pressing and twisting the thing until it popped past the sphincter and started moving up his poop chute.
Roby was screaming at the top of his lungs, but that just seemed to excite the crowd more. Finally, after about five inches had gone up his ass, the hands released the boy, and his legs were put down on the ground. His hands, too, were released from being tied to the pole, but not for long. His hands were immediately handcuffed to the ring at the front of the collar he was wearing around his neck.
The tortured little kid was now free to run and jump and do what he could to get that dildo out of his ass. With his hands cuffed to his neck, he could not use them to get it out. The crowd uproariously laughed as he wriggled his ass, hoping it would fall out. The beautiful nude blonde kid with his alabaster, flawless skin, and the bright red stockings up to his hips was a magnificent sight. His flaccid cock and balls alluringly jiggled as he contorted to get rid of the fake prick. Finally, he rolled about on the floor, arching and twisting, but nothing helped. The crowd loved it. Tears rolled down Roby’s face as flashbulbs popped. More fodder for the internet.
After what seemed like an eternity, Roby rolled onto his stomach, and he tried to stay as still as he could. This, too, was an incredibly sexy sight. The perfect globes of his beautiful little ass holding that plastic prick so that it pointed straight up! Then the attendants lifted him up by his arms and walked him over to what looked like a pommel horse, one of those things that gymnasts vault over.
It was just high enough that Roby could lean over on it, with his cute tummy bent over the leather padding. His hands were uncuffed and immediately secured by leather cuffs to the legs of the horse. His legs were pulled apart as far as they would go and secured in the same way to the legs of the horse. Then the dildo was roughly jerked out of his butt. He was now ready to be deflowered.
“Roby, do you know what I am going to do to you?”
Roby cogitated through his haziness and responded, “You are going to stick your thing into my butt.”
“No, that’s not a good description of what I’m going to do. For not saying it right, you deserve to be punished. Gentlemen…”
No sooner did he say that then two audience members came up and started spanking him as hard as they could with their hands. Within just a minute or two, his ass cheeks were a bright red.
“Now, what am I going to do to you?”
“You’re…you’re…going to…to…fu…fu…fuck my ass.”
“That’s right. I am going to stick my cock up your tight little asshole. I’m going to ram it in and out over and over again until it becomes a boy-cunt. I’m going to explore every warm little inch of your cunt. I’m going to make you scream until you beg me for more. Then I’m going to shoot my cum into your cunt until it overflows.
“Then, after I finish, everyone will get a chance to fuck you—in your ass, in your mouth, in your ears, in your belly button, in your armpits, everyplace on your cute little body that can hold a hot throbbing prick. And do you know why I’m going to enjoy doing this?”
“Because you wanted to see my belly button?”
“No, because you’re so damn pretty—and you have such a spectacular little ass!”
Roby’s head was spinning when he heard Roy’s plans for his ass. He could not even imagine how he was going to survive this. His ass was still burning from the dildo abuse, and his arms and legs hurt from being stretched into such an uncomfortable and vulnerable position. He tried, but he could not move at all.
There was not anything he could do to stop the ass fucking that he knew was coming. He resolved to take it like a man—no more screaming and crying—and he would certainly never give them the satisfaction of begging for more.
Roby felt Roy’s fingertips begin to run up and down his ass cheeks softly. He tensed at the touch and got a good slap on his right butt cheek for the effort.
“Your sweet ass is mine. Don’t you move it without my permission.”
Roy then went into a gentle rubbing up and down the flanks of his back. Back and forth went his hands, then they massaged his ass cheeks before slowly moving down his smooth, downy legs, gently pushing the red stockings down to mid-calf, and then the rubbing intensified up and down the insides of his creamy thighs. Then the hands found his dick and began pulling and stroking it until Roby felt erotic feelings welling deep inside him, and his dick began to jump. Roby hated himself for getting hard, knowing what was going to happen. Finally, Roy’s hands returned to the boy’s ass, and he started pulling at and molding the white cheeks of the boy’s ass.
A couple of fat old men come up from the audience. One of them bent down and roughly kissed the beautiful kid on his lips. Then they walked behind him, and he felt them each take one of his ass cheeks and pull them apart. Then he felt Roy’s hand roughly rubbing his ass hole. As part of the rubbing, Roy stuck most of his fingers up Roby’s ass as far as he could.
Roby’s stoic demeanor gave way. He could not help it, and he screamed and began to blubber. Roy ignored the boy’s histrionics as his fingers continued to stretch the boy’s little hole. Roby felt the fingers being pulled from his asshole, and he then felt Roy’s prick rubbing up and down his ass crack. He laid his prick in the crack lengthwise, and the men released his ass cheeks to form a kind of bizarre hot dog!
Roby felt his cheeks spread again, and this time the tip of Roy’s hard cock went to the entrance of his ass. Roy put his hands on Roby’s hips, and then, with an animal grunt, he jammed his cock in right to the hilt with one huge lunge.
Roby never felt pain like that. He screamed that he was being ripped apart, as that is what it felt like. Roy pulled his cock out almost all the way, then jammed it home again. Again and again, he did this.
At one point, with his cock fully inserted, he lay on top of the small boy’s back, and he began to chew on his neck. Then he seemed to get more energy, so he pulled out again, grabbed a handful of hair, and rammed in again. The tears and snot were flowing freely down Roby’s freckled face, which was contorted with pain. He jerked his head back and forth, his hair shooting through the air. No matter how much he struggled, the cock continued its piston-like ravaging of his no longer virgin ass. He now had a cunt!
Finally, Roy let out a squeal of his own, as he emptied his horse cock into the little boy’s bowels.
The crowd roared its approval.
Not only was Roby humiliated, but his ass hurt a lot in indescribable pain. Roby could feel liquid running down his legs and was sure that it was blood.
An attendant released Roby’s wrists and ankles from their restraints, and he was straightened up and walked to the center of the stage into the spotlight. Roby was again ordered to assume the position of folding his arms over his head so that everyone could see him entirely.
The blubbering blonde boy looked beautiful and beaten. His tears and snot were flowing freely. His blonde hair was disheveled, his red socks disarrayed, and bunched on his calves. His magnificent girlie tits and deep navel were still attractive, and his unaroused dick and his small ball sac were gorgeous jewels.
However, what the spectators wanted to see was the mixture of blood and sperm dripping from his cute little no-longer-virgin ass. Roby was on display with tears and snot running down his freckled face as he realized he was hurt—and his aficionados loved it! He would not get much rest.
“Faggot,” Roy called, “you are now a true pussy boy to be used by all of us as we please. Don’t you want to thank me for taking your precious cherry?”
Roby knew what to say.
“Thank you, Master, for fucking me.”
“Damn right. And you know what? You were good, very good. Nice and hot and tight, although I don’t think you’re as tight anymore! You’ll soon be as open like an old whore. For that’s what you are, a whore. Now, faggot, you will gratify us. You aren’t as haughty anymore, are you? Do you remember the hard time you gave Mr. Kennedy?”
“What did you do to him?”
“I refused to let him touch me.”
“What did you say to poor Mr. Kennedy?”
“I’m sorry. I can’t let you touch me.”
“That’s not going to cut it, pussy boy. Why don’t you invite Mr. Kennedy to touch you now, and fuck you like a dog?”
Roby knew something terrible would hurt him badly if he did not say it, so he said softly, “Mr. Kennedy, would you please fuck me like a dog.”
“Gladly, my little lad!” It was the excited voice of Mr. Kennedy.
Roy told Roby to “assume the doggie position.” The attendant guided Roby in getting down on all fours.
“Cross your wrists and lower your pretty head to your wrists.”
Roby did as he was told, realizing that he was willingly offering his little ass for abuse.
“Now, wag your tail for the audience.”
Roby did this, and the audience went nuts at the sight of the beautiful little boy. He looked very small, kneeling in the spotlight, shaking with fear, moving his succulent ass back and forth as a dog would wag his tail. His gorgeous blonde hair fanned out over his wrists, and his skin appeared very white in the spotlight. His upturned ass invited another fucking. Roby was crying again.
Mr. Kennedy knelt behind the little boy and put his prick between Roby’s ass cheeks. He squeezed the cheeks together. Roby could feel Kennedy getting hard as a rock right there in his ass, and then he felt the tip of that rod searching for his little asshole. When Kennedy found it, he pushed it in and began grinding it in further. Then the prick began sliding into Roby’s mushy poop chute.
Once again, the pain was intense. Roby felt the old lecher’s hands reach around his hips and grab his folded belly. He then dug his fingers into the soft flesh, and he pulled the boy into him. Finally, the prick slid all the way in. Roby could feel Kennedy’s balls swinging and hitting his ass cheeks. He could feel his pubic hair against his ass. Then the man began humping him in and out over and over again while Roby screamed in pain. Finally, Kennedy let out a horrible animal yell and emptied himself into the little boy’s bowels.
After cumming and cumming into the cute little kid, Kennedy flattened the boy on the floor and lay on top of him, prick still inserted to the hilt in the boy’s ass. He whispered into Roby’s ear, “You’re good, boy…a really nice fuck.” Then he bit Roby’s ear and began to chew on it. Roby cried out in pain and whimpered inconsolably. Finally, Kennedy pulled his cock out of the boy with an audible popping sound. Cum flowed freely from the kid’s ass. Kennedy got up and left the boy lying on the floor, not moving except for the heaving of his ribs, which indicated his crying.
Two other men came up, and the gang-bang continued. One of the men grabbed Roby by the hips and lifted him back to a kneeling position. The other pushed his forehead to the floor and then pinned his head between his knees. The guy then buried his twelve-inch cock in Roby’s hair and began to hump. At the same time, the other guy sent his shaft all the way up Roby’s squishy ass in one hard stroke. Both guys fucked the boy until they came, one in the boy, the other in his hair.
The next two guys wasted no time as one guy immediately plugged Roby’s asshole while the other shoved his prick into Roby’s mouth. The two of them humped the little boy in concert. Roby no longer had the strength to do anything but be a rag doll to the crazed men
After twenty men took their turns at fucking the little boy at both ends in the doggie position, Roby was rolled over onto his back. His arms and legs were spread obscenely, cum and blood pouring out of his ass; more cum spilling out of his mouth, his blonde-blonde hair matted with cum. His eyes were blank, and he was moaning softly, unaware of anything happening any more.
The next two men approached the prone little boy. The one grabbed his legs and pulled them up onto his shoulders. Then he inserted his prick into the upturned asshole, squishy with cum dripping out of it. It was so lubricated and so stretched by this time that the twelve-inch boner slid right in. The only reaction from the boy was a soft grunt as the guy pounded into him over and over, sliding him along the floor. Then the other man sat right down on Roby’s sweet freckled face. He opened the boy’s mouth with one hand and inserted his balls with the other. Roby’s mouth did the job automatically now. After the two finished spewing their spunk into his ass and onto his face, the others took their turns, fucking the boy repeatedly.
When Roby woke up, he found that he had been sleeping on a reasonably comfortable mat. He immediately sensed that he was moving, and when he opened his eyes, he discovered that he was once again in the back of some kind of truck, a semi-trailer truck, he guessed. He also found, to his relief, that his hands and legs were not tied for a change.
However, as soon as he moved, the pain all over his body reminded him of the ordeal he had endured. It suddenly came back to him what had happened. He had been raped by every single person in the audience at least once. He remembered the savage raping while he was on his hands and his knees. He remembered how he was flipped onto his back, his legs pulled back while he was fucked over and over again. He remembered how they had suspended his body horizontally from the ceiling by chains, one each on his wrists and ankles, and a sling around his tummy. He remembered the horror of being fucked at both ends, over and over and over, as he swung in the sling. He remembered the sounds up his dick. He remembered the fear of having cocks everywhere on his little body—armpits, eyes, ears, nose, hair, feet.
As he passed his hand over his head, he remembered the final indignity—the many hands that had held him and groped him while Roy cut off all his beautiful hair. He had first used scissors and distributed the blonde locks as souvenirs to the lecherous crowd. Then he used an electric razor and finally, put shaving cream all over his head and used a straight blade to remove even the slightest fuzz. Then Roy took tweezers and pluck his eyebrows and pulled out his eyelashes. He was completely bald, and the crowd mocked him, all the while photographing him over and over. The last thing Rory remembered was a needle being shoved into his arm before he passed out. He had no idea how long he had been out, but he guessed it was quite a while.
“Good morning, leetle one. Eet’s ‘bout time you wake up.”
It was the voice of a man with a heavy Spanish accent, and Roby quickly noted that there were two other Mexican men in the back of the truck with him. Roby sat up, noticing a terrible pain in his ass. He discovered that he was fully dressed in a t-shirt and gym shorts. He also saw something else. There were two other boys, about his age, in the trailer.
One was chained against one of the walls with his hands spread-eagled over his head. He was a blonde boy, about thirteen years old or so. He had a white tee shirt on but nothing else. Roby noted a few wisps of blond pubic hair at the base of his cock, which was erect and pointing out in a four-inch stiffie with a thick sounding rod sticking out it, and weights hung from his ball sac. He thought to himself that he was pretty as a girl.
Roby could not see the other boy very well, for he was being raped on the floor by the other two men. He looked to be about nine or so, with thick brown hair and huge eyes. He had a t-shirt, too, which was hanging loose around his neck. He was stretched out on the floor. One guy was holding his wrists and stretching them in front of him, while the other lay on top of him with his cock stuck into his ass. The boy was crying freely.
The third man, who had spoken to Roby, got a big smile on his face as soon as he saw that the boy was awake. He motioned to him to come over to him as he pulled down the zipper to his jeans. Roby knew what was expected of him, and he also knew he had to do whatever they wanted if he did not want to be hurt anymore.
He immediately scampered over to the man and fell to his knees at his feet. He reached into the man’s pants and into his boxers and felt for his club. He was no longer shy about handling hard cocks, and he quickly pulled this one out. When he got it out, he immediately wrapped his lips around its massive head.
“Not so queek, peegie,” the man said in broken English. “You got to work your way up to that treat. First, crawl and squeel like a little peegie.”
Even though the thought was degrading, Roby was trained, and he immediately began to crawl while squealing like a pig. The beautiful little TV star was reduced to crawling and squealing like a pig for a man’s amusement.
Finally, the man was ready, and he pulled Roby’s face up to his crotch and set him to work on his cock. The man loved the velvety feel of the child’s mouth, and he began to fuck it deeply. Roby’s cheeks puffed out as he bathed the fucking prick with his saliva and tried to suck him off as quickly as he could. He had learned that he had some control over how long this kind of rape would last, and he sucked for all he was worth trying to end it. The man groaned loudly, and he slid his hands into the boy’s shirt and massaged up and down his smooth back. Then he shot his load with a roaring, “Yes!”
In the meantime, the other two had finished with the dark-haired boy and chained him to one of the walls of the trailer.
“That’s enough. We’ve got work to do on heem now,” one of the guys said, as he went over to the Roby, who was sitting on the floor like an imbecile with cum running out of his mouth.
“Get over there and lean over the table, belly down.”
Once again, Roby did not hesitate. He got up and walked over to a little table bolted to the floor of the trailer and lay his belly across it. The man who had just received the blowjob came over and applied leather cuffs to his wrists that secured each of his arms to the table’s legs. His shorts and underwear were immediately jerked down. The man began to manipulating Roby’s dick and balls, mashing them into his pelvis.
The other man secured his legs, spread wide, to the legs of the table. Roby began to moan with the manipulation of his genitals, and his aroused prick began to grow, despite the horror that the boy felt realizing that he was again responding sexually to his abuse.
Roby smelled something that reminded him of something he had done when he was little, woodburning. He looked over his shoulder and saw that one of the men was holding what looked like a branding iron, which was attached to a long extension cord plugged into the wall of the truck. Roby screamed out with the realization that he was about to be branded like a cow.
“Be steel, leetle one,” the man yanking and pulling on Roby’s little balls said as he began to twist them threateningly.
Roby broke out into a cold sweat, forgetting all about the hand tormenting his dick and balls. The man with the branding iron came over to the trembling little blonde boy, grabbed his right buttock with his left hand, and applied the red-hot iron.
Roby screeched out at the searing pain and immediately went limp as he passed out. The smell of burning boy flesh filled the truck, and when the branding iron was removed, an ugly red and black brand was visible on Roby’s sweet ass.
Roby’s days of performing before TV audiences were over. He now performs for rich men all over Mexico, and Central and South America willing to pay for the favors of a beautiful blonde American boy who once had been a star.
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