I Love Black Pudding

I LOVE BLACK PUDDING. Part six.

This is an exotic homosexual fantasy involving sex between a teenage boy and older boys and older men of different races. If it is illegal for you to read it for any reason please leave now. Because it is a fantasy the sex will be unprotected. In real life please practise safe sex.

Parfait took my hand again and we all went into a large bathroom at the other end of the cellar. I hadn't realised it was there before; what other secrets did the cellar hold I wondered. There were a dozen cubicles and a dozen double showers. After using the loo I showered with Parfait and although our cocks were still quite hard we didn't do anything about it. After we dried off I kept yawning as Parfait very gently applied some soothing balm to my pucker and very carefully applied some inside my well used arsehole too. My arsehole kind of ached but I felt no pain just a little discomfort. Then Parfait led me upstairs to a small bedroom and gave me a protein drink followed by a pill which he said would help me to sleep soundly. When I lay on the bed Parfait loosely tied my hands so that I couldn't play with my cock, but I could reach the bottle of water and the bottle of protein shake on the bedside cabinet. Because everywhere in the house was heated to 20 degrees centigrade as usual there wasn't a bedcover. Parfait leant in and kissed me goodnight and I was fast asleep before he'd left the room. I don't know what time it was when I awoke, there were no windows in the room, but Parfait had left a night-light on. I was very thirsty and I was starving, but I knew I'd get no solid food over the weekend. So I drank some water and then the protein shake. My arsehole tingled a bit but it didn't hurt, it just felt empty. My cock was hard, but I couldn't reach it to have a morning wank. I was just considering fucking the mattress when the door opened and Fabrice walked in, he was dressed the same as yesterday but without the blazer. He went to the fridge, there seemed to be one in every room, took out a large bottle of love-juice, and came over to the bed. "Morning Paul, did you sleep well? And are you looking forwards to today' s session?" I grinned up at him and wiggled my hips so that my morning woody jiggled about. "I had a really good sleep, and look, my cock is raring to go!" Fabrice gave a dirty chuckle as he untied my hands and handed me the love-juice which I started to drink. My stomach rumbled loudly from the lack of food but I felt okay otherwise. "When you've finished the drink we'll get you cleaned out and showered. And from the sound of your stomach rumbling you must be hungry so you'd better have another protein shake after your shower as well; then I'll take you to get dressed for the next session." I quickly finished the bottle of love-juice and took Fabrice's hand and he led me to the colonic irrigation room. Fabrice told me to try and plumb myself into the machine. As I carefully applied lube to my pucker I could feel that it was very slightly puffy; and I wondered to myself what it would feel like after today's filming. Anyway I successfully plumbed myself into the machine and Fabrice praised me before pointing out which buttons to press and I started the machine up. While I was being washed out Fabrice explained something to me. "Sean, Bob and Dai have come down with a mild tummy bug so they won't be able to take part in today's session. We've had a think and decided on a new scenario if you'll agree to it. It means that you will be the star of the show, and that means you'll have to be fucked a lot of times. What do you think?" My hard cock jerked at the thought and I leered up at Fabrice. "You know I love to get fucked, I can't wait!" Fabrice chuckled and ruffled my hair. "We thought you might say something like that. When you've finished showering I'll give you another protein shake and a Viagra type pill so that you' ll be ultra sexed-up for the session, then I'll take you to get dressed. Oh, you ad-libbed so well yesterday I'm not going to tell you too much about the plot, just go with the flow and improvise; we can always put anything wrong right when we edit." By now the water was running crystal clear from the machine so I switched it off, unplumbed myself and went to shower. Because my cock was hard and I was desperate to relieve myself I unembarrassedly started to piss in the shower stall before turning the water on; it made Fabrice chuckle. I wondered why until I remembered that there were cameras in the room, so, putting my hands on my hips, I made a bit of a show of pissing. I was becoming a right little exhibitionist! My cock was so hard and leaking precum that it was difficult for me not to wank it, but I didn't, I knew Fabrice would give me a bollocking and make me stop. I finished pissing and showered, drying my pucker carefully. When I was dry Fabrice got me to bend over and he checked my arsehole out, he told me that it was perfectly okay. Then Fabrice handed me a funny shaped purple pill and another bottle of protein shake; I popped the pill and started to drink the shake. Although it wasn't proper food the shake did seem to help to take the hunger pangs away. Fabrice took hold of my free hand and led me into the corridor. After a couple of minutes walking he opened another door revealing a steep staircase. When we got to the bottom the door there opened into the back of the dressing room I'd used yesterday. Fabrice pointed to the back of a chair. "Those are the clothes you wore yesterday, even the ripped shirt, put them on. Today's session follows on from you, Sean, Bob and Dai being fucked in the woods. Parfait and I have bought you to the Head's office for further punishment. Claude will play the Head and Farid, the new guy, will be his Deputy. The plot is that when we got back to the school you were so nervous you needed to piss and you were leaking spunk from your arsehole, so Parfait had to accompany you to the bathroom. When he brings you back the other three have already gone in to see the Head. Parfait goes into the Head's office leaving you sitting on a chair outside the office waiting to see the Head. You won't see the other three come out; they leave the office through another door. We'll film all of that when the others are better and edit it in. Okay?" "Yeah, I think so." I finished the drink and started to dress, and once again my hard cock poked through my boxers and tented my grey shorts. When I was dressed Fabrice used a little gel to ruffle up my hair so that it looked a mess like yesterday; he stood back, eyed me up and down and said I looked perfect. I followed him onto the set; it was small, a short stretch of corridor with half a dozen chairs, three either side of a door. Above the door were a green light and a red light, the red light was on. Two of the camera men from yesterday were there, and they smiled and nodded and I smiled and nodded back. Parfait came out of the office and Fabrice went in. Parfait gave me a big smile. "Sit on a chair nearest the door Paul, fidget and try to look worried and frightened if you can; oh, I nearly forgot, perch your arse on the front of the chair and lean back with your legs apart and occasionally grope your cock through your pocket, try and make sure that the cameras pick up that you 've got a hard-on. When the green light comes on knock the door and enter the room. Okay?" "Yeah, I think so." "Good. ACTION!" Parfait spoke in a loud, stern voice. "Sit there boy and wait until the green light comes on then come in; the Head is interviewing the other three right now." Patrice gave me a reassuring smile, winked, and went through the door. I fidgeted and groped myself as requested making sure the bulge of my cock was visible; and I did feel uncomfortable, I couldn't quite blank the cameramen, who were filming me and my bulging shorts in close-up, out yet. After several minutes the lights changed. I gave a sigh of resignation, got up, knocked on the door and entered the room. I sensed the cameramen follow me in and I heard the door shut behind me. It was a large room, opposite me was a large, empty desk, Claude was sat behind it in a large, black leather armchair. Although there were several chairs dotted about Fabrice and Parfait were standing to the right of the desk and another guy stood to the left; they had their arms by their sides. Everyone was wearing the same sort of outfits Fabrice and Parfait had worn yesterday and the guys standing had bulging crotches, obviously they had hard-ons and no underwear. To the left at right angles to the desk was a long, low, black leather armless settee about two feet away from the wall. To the right was a small, funny looking table with a padded leather top. There were loads of shelves with books on them, and a couple of cabinets. I made a bet with myself that one of the cabinets was a fridge. The other two cameramen from yesterday were there too and they acknowledged me. Claude smiled at me. "Before we begin filming Paul I'd like to introduce you to Farid, he's 26, a Moroccan, and he'll be taking part in the filming. I think you'll like him," Claude chuckled dirtily, "I know you'll like his cock!" We both said hello and I smiled before looking Farid up and down. He was 5ft 9, about the same build as Parfait, maybe a touch thinner, with dusky brown skin, chiselled, handsome, features and short, thick black hair. His twinkling eyes were so deep brown they looked black. I could see he had large hands with long, thick fingers, and he was showing a big bulge which twitched occasionally. My cock jumped as I tried to imagine what his cock looked like. My reverie was broken when Claude spoke again. "Right, introductions over, let's begin. ACTION!" Claude looked me up and down and beckoned for me to move closer to the desk, when I was a couple of feet away he beckoned for me to stop. I stood with my head bowed and trembled slightly. When Claude spoke his voice was loud and authoritative. "Look at me Boy." I raised my head. "Well, what have you got to say for yourself? Your behaviour has been abominable, leading those other boys astray with your dirty ways." "Er ... er ... what do you mean Sir ... astray?" I tried to sound timid and frightened. "The other three boys have told me how you seduced them; are you saying you didn't?" "I ... er ... no Sir, I mmmean yes Sir. Er, it was Sean who seduced me Sir. And then um ... Bob and Dai came along and forced me to, er, suck their cocks and then let them fuck my ... er bumhole ... er, Sir. Sean didn't need forcing ... er ... Sir; he's been having sex with them since he was 12!" Claude's voice got louder. "Shut up Boy, stop your filthy lies! That's not what the other three told me Boy. Sean told me you've been pestering him for sex for so long that he finally gave in. And Bob and Dai told me that you'd photographed them having a mutual wank in the toilets and you threatened to post the photos on Facebook if they didn't fuck you and Sean." "B .. b .. but, that's not true Sir. It was how I told you Sir, the three of them made me do it." "Oh, so the other three boys are lying? Hmmm I don't think so. I've met a lot of over-sexed young boys in my time and invariably when sex occurs it is the youngest boy who is the instigator! Well we all know what uncontrollable sexual appetites young boys have so now we're going to see just how much you can take! Strip off!" "Er ... what Sir?" You heard me Boy, strip off NOW! Just remember the school motto: "Don't complain, take it like a man!" When you're naked stand to attention with your hands by your sides. That is unless you need to be caned into submission Boy. Well Boy, do you?" "Er ... no Sir ... I'll undress." So I nervously stripped off, placing my clothes neatly on a nearby chair as instructed. When I was naked the four big black men looked me up and down before focussing on my rigid little cock. I was getting so turned on by the scene that my foreskin had peeled back and my bulbous, bright-red knob glistened from my precum which slowly dripped towards the floor in a thin, breaking line. I'd never felt so sexy, so turned on; it must be the Viagra along with the love-juice I thought to myself. Trying to act the part I moved nervously from one foot to the other and trembled slightly. I also tried to look incredulous as I stared at their huge, hard black cocks, then I mumbled nervously. "Please Sir what are you going to do to me. I ... er ... hope you're not going to try and put your huge er penises up my ... er bumhole Sir? They'd split me in two!" Claude almost shouted his reply. "Shut up Boy, don't speak unless you're spoken to. We'll do whatever's necessary to teach you a lesson!" So I shut up and dropped my head a little. Claude picked up a wooden ruler and pointed it at my twitching cock; then he turned and looked at the others. "Well gentlemen, there's all the proof we need of what a provocative little boy-slut he is. The dirty little cum-pig's cock is hard and leaking boy juice just because he's naked in front of the four of us. I think we all know what he needs!" The other three murmured their agreement; Claude turned back and glared at me while pointing to one end of the desk. "Come to the end of the desk Boy!" When I got there Parfait and Fabrice lifted me up and placed me flat on my back on the desk with my head hanging down at one end. My rigid, jerking cock lay along my little belly leaking precum. The guys quickly stripped, dropping their clothes anywhere. Farid was opposite my head, and although I was upside down I got a good look at his body. He had a coffee coloured body a little thinner than Parfait's but still well defined. His upper body was smooth and hairless with dark brown nipples. He had a trimmed rectangle of wiry pubes, the rest had been shaved, and his thinnish, but muscled legs, were hairy. His 10 ½ inch cut cock was the same thickness as Parfait's with a pronounced inward curve. He had a big, dark purple, torpedo shaped knob which was much thicker than his cock-shaft which was almost black, as was his tight, wrinkled, shaved ballbag which contained average sized balls. As I watched precum oozed from Farid's wide cock-slit and started to drip towards the floor. I licked my lips in anticipation of sucking his big, beautiful, black pudding and feeling it pounding away inside my arsehole. Farid turned around and bent over to pick up his clothes and put them on a chair. His big, round, muscular arsehole and arse-crack were shaved, he flexed and I saw his purple pucker. My cock twitched again. When they were totally naked the four of them surrounded the desk, their big black cocks were hard and throbbing and leaking precum; and then they attacked my small lily-white body. Fabrice and Parfait pulled me back until my bum was half off the desk, and then they lifted my legs and angled them so that my feet were flat on the desk at right angles to my body and wide apart, thank God I was so young and supple. Of course this left my arsehole totally exposed, and my arsehole automatically opened and closed in anticipation of what was coming next. Fabrice playfully slapped my left buttock. "Look Mr. Parfait the dirty little fucker's so up for this his tiny little boypussy's winking at us!" Parfait gave a dirty laugh, the others joined in, and then Claude growled at me as he issued another order. "Whatever you do Boy do not touch your cock; along with your body it's our property now. Understand?" "Yes ... Sir." I stammered in reply. Claude bent over my body and he began to worry my small, bright-red nipples, which were already erect, with his teeth and thick tongue. As Fabrice and Parfait took turns at licking my arse-crack and pucker Farid climbed up onto the table. He knelt and straddled with my head between his knees, and then he placed his hands on the desk and lowered his body down. I opened my mouth wide and Farid slid his big, dark-purple knob and some of his cock-shaft into my welcoming mouth and I started to suck on it and lap at it with my tongue as his ample precum began to trickle down my throat. Fabrice and Parfait were now taking turns at tongue fucking my arsehole and gobbing into it, and I squirmed on the desk as I got more and more turned on. My little cock was rigid and jerking about; a sizeable amount of precum had pooled on my heaving belly and begun to run down my sides. Farid was slowly feeding me more and more of his 10 ½ inch cock and when it got to the entrance to my throat I took a deep breath and relaxed. Once his big knob was in my throat I groaned with pleasure when the rest of his curved cock disappeared down my throat with comparative ease until his balls hit my chin; then Farid paused to let me get used to it. As they worked on my young body all of them called me names and talked dirty; it was such a turn on! Fabrice and Parfait were now stretching my sphincter and finger-fucking my arsehole (three fingers each simultaneously I later saw in the finished DVD) and when they started to manipulate my prostate I totally lost it. My little lily-white body stiffened and boycum started to shoot from my cock over Claude's face and up to my neck. Farid chose that moment to begin to fuck my throat with slow two inch strokes so I snorted through my nose in the throes of my orgasm. They never stopped working on my body as I came down from my high and my cock stayed rigid. Claude stopped working on my tender nipples and climbed on the desk behind Farid. I watched with fascination as he grabbed Farid's hips and rammed his massively thick black cock straight up Farid's arsehole stretching it wide. Farid just grunted and never changed his fuck-stroke; he was obviously well used to being fucked. I found out later that they'd all had their arseholes well lubed in readiness for the session. While Farid continued to slowly fuck my throat he was now fucking himself on Claude's massively thick 9 inch black pudding. It was so sexy to watch Claude's thick black cock forcing its way in and out of Farid's arsehole exposing Farid' s red, inner flesh. I gasped around Farid's cock as Parfait (my arsehole could recognise his cock from Fabrice's) rammed his 10 inch big black cock all the way up my arsehole. "Take that you dirty little cum-bag! I'm going to fuck your tight little boypussy until you cum again!" he shouted. As Parfait waited for me to get used to his big black pudding Fabrice called out. "Brace yourself Parfait; now I'm going to fuck your arsehole!" When Fabrice's cock broke through Parfait's sphincter he uttered a breathy "FUCK!" Then seconds later he started to fuck my arsehole and of course fuck himself slowly and steadily on Fabrice's cock. It must have looked so sexy, my young, small, lily-white body being fucked from both ends by two muscled black men with big cocks while they in turn were being fucked by two more muscled black men with even bigger cocks! My muffled groans were drowned out by the guys grunting and moaning and the dirty talk. We were all sweating and the air was charged with the smell of male sex. We must have been at it for over ten minutes when all the stimuli my body was receiving brought me to the edge of another orgasm. My hands scrabbled on the desk and I jerked my groin upwards. Parfait knew I was going to cum soon. "That's it Boy, shoot another load of boycum for us!" I shuddered and boycum shot from my cock once more. My orgasm must have been the catalyst they were waiting for. Claude yanked his cock from Farid's arsehole with a loud plop, and Farid eased his cock from my throat. Fabrice stopped fucking Parfait and they surrounded my body after pushing me a little further back onto the desk. The four of them tossed their big black cocks furiously and one by one they shot their big loads of thick spunk all over my body. Farid was first; he shot his load all over my face and hair. Parfait quickly followed and he shot his load into my arse-crack and still gaping arsehole. Fabrice was next his load went all over my belly, my still rigid cock, and my balls. Almost simultaneously Claude came. He shot a couple of ropes of thick yellowish spunk onto my tits; then Farid forced my mouth open and Claude shot the rest of his big load into my mouth and I managed not to swallow all of it. I was so turned on; I loved it all! The guys stood back so that the cameramen could film my spunk covered body and still hard cock. Although they were aching I managed to keep my legs open and my feet on the desk so that my gaping arsehole was still fully exposed. After a minute or so of normal filming the cameramen took a few more minutes taking close-ups; especially of my arsehole. I opened my mouth wide and one of the cameramen filmed the remainder of Claude's load which I'd kept in my mouth, and then I swallowed it and smacked and licked my lips. I didn't get embarrassed at all; the thought of all the men, and maybe boys, watching me on the finished DVD and probably wanking off turned me on so much. When they'd finished filming me I gratefully dropped my legs and relaxed. Claude asked if I was okay to clean off their cocks and then we'd take a break. I was knackered and wanted a drink but I agreed. So Parfait and Fabrice moved me so that my head lay over the edge of the desk and one by one I cleaned their still hard cocks. When I'd finished I got a round of applause and Farid helped me to sit up and we all drank more love-juice and some water. Due to the love-juice and Viagra all our cocks remained hard. While I was drinking I checked out the cameramen who were also having a break, and I could see from their bulges that they had hard-ons too; I wondered if they'd taken anything. For the next scene the guys carried me over to the table and put me down by it. I was told to get down on my knees which I did. Parfait stood in front of me with his back to me; his muscled black arse was right in front of my face. Parfait bent over at right angles and Farid and Fabrice pulled his arse-cheeks as wide apart as they'd go exposing Parfait's dark purple pucker. Then Claude gruffly ordered me to lick out his sweaty arse-crack. I set about my task with growing pleasure, Parfait's sweaty arse-crack smelt wonderful and tasted musky with a trace of spunk, and I liked the taste. After a few minutes Claude pulled my head back by my hair and Farid and Fabrice quickly worked two fingers each into Parfait's arsehole up to their knuckles, then they pulled so that Parfait's pucker opened up. Claude pushed my head back between Parfait's arse-cheeks while ordering me to tongue-fuck Parfait's arsehole. As I poked my tongue in and out of his arsehole and licked around inside; Parfait moaned softly. After several heavenly minutes Farid took Parfait's place, and so it carried on until I'd licked all four sweaty

arse-cracks and then tongue-fucked all four arseholes. The scene looked great on the edited DVD, me surrounded by four big black men with my little white face buried between their sweaty black arse-cheeks. Although my jaws and tongue ached when I'd finished rimming all four guys I

didn't care, the musky tastes and flavours of the guys' sweaty arseholes had increasingly turned me on more and more as time went by. Whoever had been the spare guy while I was rimming them had played with my body. Once again I was going into sensory overdrive, and, although they hadn't touched it, my cock was rigid and jerking, and dripping precum onto the floor. I could feel another orgasm building but knew I couldn't touch my cock. I guess Claude knew I was close to cumming again because he rubbed the palm of his hand over my tightening ballbag then spoke. "The dirty little fuckers ready to shoot another load of boy-juice, his balls are tightening; who wants his load?" "I'll take it Headmaster, and then I'll share it with you, Mr. Parfait and Mr. Fabrice." "Okay Mr Farid; Mr Fabrice pick up the little cum-pig." Fabrice stooped, wrapped his muscled black arms tightly around my lily-white chest and stood up. My feet were now a foot or so off the floor and I could feel Fabrice's big throbbing cock between my upper thighs. When Farid knelt down his mouth was in front of my jerking cock. Although my foreskin was already tucked behind my corona Parfait put his thumb and a finger around the base of my cock to keep it there. Then Farid dropped his mouth over my knob and began to tongue it and suck on it. Claude stood behind Fabrice, reached around him, and started to play with my stiff little nipples; I was in heaven! Suddenly in one swift movement Farid moved forwards, Parfait let go of my cock and Farid swallowed it whole, and then my balls too. I gasped as he worked his throat muscles around my knob. Within minutes I cried out. "Oh fuck Sirs, I'm gonna cum!" Farid pulled off my balls and throbbing cock; he kept his mouth wide open and Parfait firmly held my cock and directed it so that when my body convulsed and I started to shoot my load all of my boycum went straight into Farid 's gaping mouth. When the last of my boycum dribbled from my cock-slit Parfait firmly milked my still hard cock-shaft and thumbed up the extra blob of boycum that appeared from my cock-slit. Parfait stuck his thick black thumb into my mouth and I sucked on it avidly. Meanwhile Farid was Frenching Claude and sharing my boycum with him as they fondled each others' sweaty black bodies. When they broke apart Claude began to French Fabrice while Farid and Parfait picked me up and laid me on my back on the table with my head hanging down one end, the other end finished at the base of my spine leaving my buttocks in mid-air. While Farid supported my buttocks Parfait flicked a switch on the wall and four chains with soft leather cuffs at their ends descended from the ceiling. They quickly attached the cuffs to my wrists and around my knees after I 'd bent my legs as ordered. In seconds my arms were spread wide as were my legs and I gripped the chains for support. Parfait flicked another switch and two more chains descended, this time with wide, padded leather belts attached to the ends. Parfait started to French Fabrice and Claude took his place in helping Farid to fit one belt around my body just below my nipples and the other around the small of my back and my little heaving belly. They removed the table and my little; lily-white body was suspended in mid-air totally vulnerable. They adjusted the length of the chains slightly and finally they pushed a short, narrow, padded board under the belts to support my

spine. Everyone paused and we all drank some more love-juice and water; then Claude growled. "Now your real punishment begins you arse-licking, cock-sucking, dirty little cum-whore! We'll teach you not to seduce the other boys; when we've finished with you you'll be totally spent and too exhausted to bother them again for at least a week!" With that the other three attacked my totally vulnerable young body while Parfait put his hand under my head to raise it before feeding me his 10 inch, big black pudding. While I tongued and sucked Parfait's big cock strong hands roamed my body. Someone was pinching and playing with my nipples, someone was fondling and squeezing my balls and the third guy had pulled my lily-white arse-cheeks apart and was tonguing my sweaty, hairless arse-crack and lapping at my pucker. That soon changed, he gobbed on my pucker and easily worked two long thick fingers into my arsehole and started to finger fuck it. He gobbed again and worked a third finger up my arsehole; I moaned with pleasure around Parfait's throbbing cock, and my cock jerked and jumped about. After several minutes Parfait eased his cock from my mouth, accompanied by a fair amount of my saliva, and Farid fed me his curved, 10 ½ inch cock. I relaxed and began breathing solely through my nose; once his big knob had eased into my throat Farid kept going until his balls hit my chin when he began to fuck my throat with short slow strokes. Whoever was now finger fucking my arsehole had gobbed into it before working three fingers into it. He concentrated on manipulating my prostate and I started to writhe about in my chains. I was going into sensory, sexual overdrive and only vaguely heard

someone comment: "His balls are tightening!" a big meaty hand grasped my cock-shaft and after he'd tossed me a couple of times I shuddered and another load of boycum erupted from my cock and rained down on my suspended body; worryingly my cock stayed stiff. When they went to change positions again and Farid had eased his cock from my throat and mouth I whispered. "I think I've got to piss." They chuckled and Claude said: "No problem Paul." Farid raised my head and I watched as the Claude and Fabrice raised and turned my body sideways. Parfait slipped a large bottle with a wide neck over most of my cock-shaft and then turned and smiled at me. "Okay Paul, piss away." Unselfconsciously I started to piss; by the time I'd finished I'd half filled the bottle. Then they turned me back and this time Fabrice supported my head before feeding me his very veiny, thick black 11 inch cock. The other guys went back to tormenting my young body. Fabrice didn't try to throat-fuck me so I sucked avidly on his knob while I tongued his cock-shaft. Minutes later Fabrice groaned, he pulled his throbbing cock from my mouth and aimed it so that when he came his spunk landed on my belly, my chest and all over my face. (But he still held my head up so that I could see what was happening.) That set Farid off, he stopped playing with my nipples, aimed his

big black cock and shot his load onto my cock, my belly, my chest and my face; I must have looked a right state and the action paused for the cameramen to take close-ups, and for us to take on more liquids. The guys all praised me and told me what an excellent job I was doing. When we resumed Claude lifted my head and fed me his huge knob which I immediately set to work on. Through the corner of my eye I could see that Fabrice wasn't playing with my nipples, he was tossing his big black cock and seconds later his thick spunk was raining down onto my face and body. Then Parfait came into view by Fabrice's side, as he tossed his rigid black cock I could just see Fabrice ram several fingers straight up Parfait's arsehole. Parfait groaned loudly and his spunk spewed from his cock onto my body, mainly my face and Claude's very thick cock-shaft. He'd just finished cumming when Claude eased his huge knob from my mouth and added his load of thick yellowish spunk to the rest that covered my lily-white body. As he finished cumming Claude wiped Parfait's remaining spunk from his still hard cock-shaft and rubbed it into my hair. The guys stood back and the cameramen took over getting close-ups of my spunk covered body. That done they quickly set me free and Parfait helped me to sit up on the table; I leant back and rested against his sweaty body as we all took a well earned break and drank more love-juice and water. While I rested against Parfait's body he expertly massaged my shoulders and Farid and Fabrice massaged my legs, which felt great. The guys all spoke together asking me if I wanted to finish the scene or not, saying I'd done really well, but they wondered if I was too tired or drained to carry on. I don't know what was in the pill they gave me but I was still totally worked up and my cock was rigid and jerking about. There was no way I wanted the sex to end now. "Yes I want to carry on; and remember you promised me that I was going to get fucked lots of times! I was hoping you meant you'd be fucking my arsehole with your big black puddings, not just your fingers!" Everyone laughed or chuckled at that. "There's a slight problem though, my throat feels a little sore and I was hoping to suck more cock too." Claude nodded. "Yeah, that is sometimes a problem, it's happened with other boys. We can give you an injection which will relax your throat muscles and has no side effects, and when the shooting is over we'll give you something to soothe your throat. We've found with other boys that it will be good as new after you've had a sleep. How does that sound?" As well as being desperate for some cock up my arsehole I wanted to be able to suck some cock too. I was the star of the show and I wanted to make a really good movie. Knowing that they'd done this loads of times with other boys I trusted their judgement. "That sounds like a good idea, okay you can do that." "Good boy; Farid there's a full syringe in the fridge." Farid returned with the syringe and handed it to Claude who expertly injected it into the base of my neck; I didn't feel a thing. Handing the empty syringe back to Farid Claude turned and spoke to me again. "Most of the spunk has dried on your body and it has either been absorbed into your skin or is flaking off. For the sake of continuity would you mind if, once you've been strung back up, the cameramen wank off and shoot their loads over your body?" I could tell from the cameramen's expressions that they were up for it. My eyes glistened and I leered when I replied. "I don't mind, but there's a condition, they have to be naked from now on and for the rest of the session so that I can see how turned on they are while they're filming us!"

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