This story contains sexual exchanges and activities, mostly semi-nc/reluctant and a lot of it incestuous, between adults and an under-aged teenager or between teenagers, involving elements of punishment/torture, bondage, domination/submission, humiliation, exhibitionism, and lots of hard hot sex with multiple partners. If you can't bear to read such stuff or if it's illegal for you to do so, please stop reading right here. Otherwise, enjoy!
This story is about 14-year-old Jimmy who lives alone with his step-father Harry, a big, bearish, boy-loving bisexual in his 40's. For some reason, Jimmy seems to bring out the worst in his old man, and as time goes on, Harry finds more and more perverted ways in which to use and abuse his step-son, even bringing in his other boy-loving friends, Jimmy's own school-mates and teachers, the school janitor, and pretty much anyone else he can think of into the picture. Unlike my other stories, this one is told from the points-of-view of both Jimmy and Harry.
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Jimmy - Part 5: Weekend Treat (2)
by Casey
'Making themselves at home' involved a lot of shucking off of shoes and clothes and a generous amount of limbering and stroking of their hefty packages. Just like Sam promised, the two new guys were both well hung and would be a cunt- and throatful for Jimmy. Virgil, being black, had a cock that almost rivalled mine in length, nine full thick inches of vicious looking ebony meat. His dark brown balls were huge and swung penduluously as he moved. Rob's package was smaller, around eight inches, but with a thicker base and a wicked curve near the flaring red head. Both men were quickly getting hard. Sam, of course, was Sam. His boysplitter twitched steadily as he eyed Jimmy and me, like a king cobra ready to strike at the slightest provocation.
As the guys undressed and took up various positions on the living room sofa, I gathered Jimmy's arms and pressed them flush to his sides so that my grip on his tiny waist also immobilized them. Without them flailing about, no one would mistake him for anything other than a fucktoy now, a smooth white tube-like object to stick your cock into and beat off your manmeat with. Jimmy flopped around on my lap like a fish, completely unable to do anything other than let me manhandle him however I wanted. It looked like I was fucking him, sure, but in reality I was actually jerking off using Jimmy's body instead of my hand.
The two construction guys got fully hard fairly quickly. They were now both openly stroking their cocks and eyeing Jimmy lustily from their seats on the sofa. Rob's gaze flicked frequently between the real Jimmy and the Jimmy on the tv, as if he couldn't believe that he was getting to meet a porn star for real. Virgil licked his lips almost continuously, his eyes fixed on Jimmy's flaring and bunching hole as my thick cock drove in and out of the boy. I could almost see his brain working as he compiled a list of nasty things to do to my son. That made my balls churn even more. Seeing a man looking at my son that way, lusting after him and planning to do some very sinful acts on the little fucktoy always heightened my own arousal.
Sam sauntered over and for a moment stood staring down at Jimmy's small white body bouncing on my lap. His 10-and-a-half inch boy-skewer was twitching slowly to its full length. He stroked his gigantic tool a little and then squeezed it until I could see a drop of precum appear on his piss slit. The man could produce precum on demand. Just wait until he got really excited and he'd be dribbling a constant trail of prefuck all over the house when he walked around. My old friend grabbed his dick and swabbed the drop of manhoney with the tip of a long dark finger. Then he brought the finger to my boy's grunting mouth.
The kid jerked his wincing face away. Sam's finger followed the boy insistently. Jimmy turned the other way and soon he was shaking his head from side to side, trying to escape from the finger as if we didn't know what he really wanted. I could see the corner of Sam's mouth twitch in amusement. Then the big negro clamped his huge hand over Jimmy's angelic face, his thumb and middle fingers pressing against the joints of the boy's jaw causing his mouth to open wide in pain. As the boy let out his silent scream, Sam's finger stole in and smeared the tasty drop of afro-american cocklube on his cute, fluttering tongue.
It was yet another evidence of the boy's perverse desires to be ravaged 'against his will'. I know for a fact that Jimmy loves precum. There might be a tiny fragment of actual disgust in him when it comes to cum or piss, but he slurps up precum as if it was ice cream. And yet here he was resisting almost believably as Sam force-fed him the slimy lubricant. He could've docilely taken Sam's finger in his mouth and sucked on it, but no, he had to fight it. You can say anything you want, but the little slut sure knows how to keep his man.
"It tastes good?" Sam drawled knowingly, his face very close to Jimmy's. The boy shook his head stubbornly, although his movement was somewhat resricted by the hand still clamped around his jaw.
"You lying slut," I laughed.
Sam grinned. "Well, let's see if you like this, boy," he said.
He shifted his grip until he was holding Jimmy's head by the temples, and then used his other hand to prise the boy's jaw open again. He tilted the boy's head back until it was resting against my right shoulder, so that the cute face was turned up and staring at the ceiling. I knew what was coming and paused mid-fuck to let Sam have his way with the kid. Sam lowered his face over the boy's, opened his mouth, and hawked. A big, wet, gargling hawk. Jimmy got a bit wild-eyed and even squirmed a little as the big ball of phlegm emerged almost as if in slow motion from the black man's mouth. He was obviously trying to close his mouth or move his head out of the way, but Sam's vice-like grip immobilized his jaw and neck completely.
I could hear the splat as the big gob of spit landed in Jimmy's mouth. The boy had his eyes screwed shut, as if by so doing he could escape from the reality of his situation. Sam shifted his grip, this time forcing the boy's jaw to snap closed.
"Swallow it," he ordered the quivering boy. "Swallow your Daddy's spit, boy."
I stared transfixed at the slender throat on my chest as Jimmy's adam's apple bobbed up and down in the act of ingesting a mouthful of another man's saliva.
Oh yeah, sometimes Sam made Jimmy call him Daddy, too, which was okay by me, since he had become a sort of co-father to the boy. After all, we made most of our decisions about Jimmy together, like where to pimp him out on weekends and what new websites to send his fuck pictures to. Sam had always been more into technology and gadgets than me so I completely trusted him on those things. Face it, not all kids could boast of having two loving Daddies, and I've always thought that complete sexual slavery was such a small price to pay for the truckload of attentions we heap on the boy.
My black friend had shifted his grip again and was producing a long continuous stream of spit which he let dribble into Jimmy's gaping maw.
I was mildly startled when something splashed onto the inside of my thigh. Shit, I thought as I looked down. The boy had just squirted what looked like a thimble-full of precum onto my leg. This whole thing must've been turning him on something fierce.
"Goddamn, would you look at that? The boy's really getting off on eating your spit while Rob and Virgil looks on, man."
'Uh-oh', I thought, and twisted my head around to grin sheepishly at the two future rapists. "Sorry, guys," I apologized. "Guess I sort of got carried away there."
"It's okay," Rob assured me. "As long as we get our turns soon!"
We all laughed at that. Sam ordered Jimmy to swallow and then started to bring his wicked black tool closer to the boy's mouth. The huge head of his cock pried the soft full lips apart, stretching them out of proportions before lodging itself inside.
"So tell me," I said as I began to bounce Jimmy on my cock again, letting the boy's own motions spear himself at either end. "How did you come to know my friend Sam?"
Rob nodded. "Yeah. Well, me and Virgil goes back a long time, and we've known Sam for a couple years or so. We sort of owe him big, really. He saved our bacon once. There was this white biker gang who was passing by the area and I sort of offended one of their mates. It was a small thing but they were going to kill me, and then Virgil here got involved so they started to beat the both of us up, not that we weren't giving as good as we got, mind you. And then your mate was there and he and his gang got us out. We've always sort of frequented the same kinda bars, so we kept bumping into each other again."
The man paused. He was obviously torn between looking at me and at the sweet spot between Jimmy's legs. "And then a few weeks ago he came up to us with a proposition. I'm not sure how he found out about the sort of things we were interested in, but suffice to say his idea really whetted our appetites. I didn't really believe what he was saying at first, but the more we thought about it the more we realized that we had to at least find out. And he didn't have any reason to lie to us."
I glanced up at my friend who had a blissful expression on his face as my boy gagged on the first five inches of his mancock.
"What did you tell them, man?"
Sam looked at me and grinned. "Just the truth, man. That you have a forteen-year-old son that we both fuck regularly. That you like to share him with other studs and that you really get off on watching him get fucked and sexually abused by strangers."
I was impressed. "Well, that does sort of sum it all up very nicely." I looked over at the two construction workers and smiled. "He's got that 100% correct. And since you and Sam are good buddies, I won't even charge you a penny!"
We all laughed again. Except for Jimmy, of course. It's hard to laugh when you've got seven inches of prime cockmeat drilling down your throat.
"So you really like to fuck white boys? Like my friend here?" I asked Virgil who'd been fairly quiet so far.
"Hell yeah," he assured me. "Actually, I like all types of boys, but white boys seem to have that something extra. Especially sissy little boys who pretend to hate it and would scream and moan as they're fucked. They can be so cute and they have that look on their faces that just makes you want to fuck them even harder."
I stared at the black man, my eyes widening a little, and then me and Sam exchanged glances. "Looks like we have a real brother here." I murmured.
"That's what I was telling you, man." Sam reminded me, and then closed his eyes again as he continued to feed Jimmy his cock.
I grunted and held the boy motionless about halfway down my cock as I felt the tell- tale boiling in my balls. I didn't want to cum too soon, what with all the fun still to come. As the urge slowly subsided, I glanced at Rob and motioned him over.
"You want to take over for a while? I'd better go and get you guys a drink."
Rob looked like he'd just won a week-long vacation in the Caribbean. "S..Sure," he half-stammered.
As the white guy rose from his chair and walked over to us, his hand still slowly stroking his eight-incher, Sam eased his monster off my boy's face and withdrew a couple steps back. I pushed Jimmy upwards and completely off my dick, and then held the little bitch easily up in the air as I heaved myself off the couch. I waited for Rob to make himself comfortable on the warm leather, and when he nodded up at me, I lowered Jimmy onto his lap. At first I did it slowly so that the man would have time to align his wickedly curving prong with my boy's pussy, but once I saw from the look on his face that his cockhead was in, I let go of the boy completely, letting him free-fall onto the remaining seven inches of impaling mandick. The sound of Jimmy's strangled, all-the-breath-knocked-out-of-him whimper was very sweet on my ears.
Rob let out a long low groan as the boy sank stiffly onto his lap. Without wasting any time, Sam grabbed Jimmy's head, forced it to one side to that the boy's cheek rested on Rob's bulging bicep, and fed his long black schlong into the wet waiting mouth once more. Jimmy's agonized moan had barely died down before it was muffled again by my friend's big negro dick.
I looked down critically at the boy. "Having your mouth stuffed with a big black dick is no excuse to play dumb, boy. You heard the black man just now, didn't ya?" I indicated Virgil with a finger. "He likes to hear white boys scream and moan as they're fucked. Go on. Scream and moan for him, boy."
Jimmy's eyes fluttered up at me with what looked like disgust. I grinned down at him and waited.
"Mmmmphh.." The bitch moaned almost tentatively. "Nnnnghh.." Stronger this time. "Ohhmm. Ohhh.. Ohhhhmph...". The boy's pubescent, soprano whining would put the sluttiest of whores to shame.
"Louder. Make sure I can hear you in the kitchen," I told him.
The little slut's restrained cries of delight (he might have made them sound like cries of pain, but I knew better) accompanied me dutifuly as I made my way to the fridge. I grabbed a six-pack, the mineral water bottle I've prepared earlier and a glass and made my way back to the living room. Of course, I haven't told Jimmy yet about the bottle. It used to contain mineral water, but now it was about half full of a different, yellow liquid. I don't know if Jimmy realizes what a thoughtful Daddy he has. I mean, other Daddies would probably not care a whit if their boys got dehydrated doing such hot tiring work.
When I got back to the living room, I saw that Virgil now stood close to the others, his eyes devouring Jimmy as if he was the most beautiful little angel he'd ever seen. His lips were moving soundlessly, sort of mimicking the little bitch's cries as he bounced on Rob's lap. Man, the guy was obsessive. It'd be fun to see what he does to Jimmy when his turn comes.
I glanced at the tv and saw that the scene had shifted to the one in the bedroom. Jimmy was still playing with his dildo, but this time he was face down on the sheets, his back arched and his butt up over his spread knees and feet. He was fucking the dildo in and out of his boycunt, saying 'Yes! Oh yes!' over and over again and 'Fuck me, Daddy!' and things like that. His other hand was pulled up over his head, a steel handcuff securing it to the bedpost. I knew that in a few minutes Sam and I would be walking into the room, pretending to be surprised at the boy playing with himself. 'I leave you cuffed to the bed as a punishment for being such a naughty boy,' I'd scream at him, 'but look at what you're doing now!'. We'd then cuff both of his hands to the bedposts and proceed to fuck the daylights out of him. Maybe one day if I got tired of boys I'd consider making my name in Hollywood. But then again, they do have some really cute boys over there, don't they?
"You okay?" I peered at Rob, who was sort of puffing as if he'd just run a mile.
"Yeah," he grunted. "This boy.. It just feels so good."
I smiled with real pleasure then. Jimmy was avoiding looking at me as he 'ooh'ed and 'aah'ed around Sam's cock. I knew what was riling the boy. Rob's statement had just confirmed to me that the little bitch was clenching and unclenching his cunt around the man's cock, milking it for all it's worth, just the way I taught him to. The boy was mad at himself for admitting just how much he was enjoying it.
"I sure hope so," I said. "I'd hate to think that our new friends would later be leaving here unsatisfied! Well, here are the beers. Come and get one whenever you're ready."
I deposited the six-pack on the table - the one that still had Jimmy's now empty breakfast plate on it - and sat down on a nearby couch. As I sat, one hand stroking my slime-coated hard-on, I lifted the bottle in my other hand and sloshed the contents around a little, before slowly unstoppering it.
"Is that what I think it is?" Sam was looking at me askance.
"Yup," I told him cheerfully. "A little tonic for our boy. I'm sure he's very thirsty, since he didn't get any drink with his breakfast."
Despite the cocks on either end of him and the constant moaning, my words must have pierced the boy's senses after all. He struggled slightly against Sam's grip and brought his head around enough to be able to look at me at an angle. His eyes widened when he saw the three-quarters-full bottle in my upraised hand.
"He drinks piss, too?" Virgil wanted to know.
"He drinks, and eats, and," something crossed my mind, "probably even fucks, whatever I tell him to."
The boy was shaking his head slightly again, his expression mortified.
"Whatever, huh?" Virgil repeated. "Cool."
That 'cool' sounded like a promise. I wondered again what sort of things were going on in the black man's mind. Sam and me might just have stumbled upon something rare here; somebody even more twisted than the two of us. The prospect made me wet my lips.
Under Jimmy's disgust-stricken eyes, I poured a glass of the cooled morning piss from the bottle. Piss, of course, was better while still warm, but there'd be plenty of that later for the boy, once we'd all consumed lots of beer and built up a huge store of it in our bladders. It's been a while since Jimmy continued his piss training, and this visit by Sam's friends could well be the perfect opportunity for some intensive revisions.
"Don't worry, boy," I told the slut. "As soon as Rob unloads his seed in your pussy, we'll take a little break and take care of that great thirst of yours."
As if on cue, the contruction worker grunted and stopped moving Jimmy on his lap. His eyes glazed over slightly, and I saw his buttocks clench as he obviously started to blow his load into the boy. For his part, Jimmy froze and remained stock-still as his rapist's semen flooded his guts. I knew, however, from the slight rippling movements of the muscles in his bottoms that he was still milking the man's cock, urging him on, asking for more. When his eyes met mine once again, I could see the shame in it mingling with disgust at himself.
"Well, time for your drink, boy," I announced.
Jimmy actually resisted when Rob tried to push his small figure off his lap. The boy grabbed at the man's thighs and clung to them as if his life depended on it. I'm sure Rob enjoyed it somewhat but the little act of defiance by Jimmy was inexcusable. Luckily, Sam, who had withdrawn his cock the moment Rob started cumming, took control of the situation and easily and with some disdain dislodged the boy's grip and yanked him off his friend's dick. There was an audible spurt as some of the man's cum escaped from Jimmy's pussy and squirted onto the former's groin. Sam half-dragged and half-carried the boy to me.
"No.." The boy was pleading, shaking his head from side to side. "Please don't make me drink that, Daddy."
I looked at him sympathetically as Sam made him kneel in front of me and forced the boy's mouth open with that same grip he used earlier. "What makes you think you have a choice, son?" I asked him sadly. "You know that your only purpose in life is to obey your Daddy, right? You will drink this, boy, no question about it. This is just the start. We're all gonna be pissing in you, later. I want that cute little tummy bloated with piss. And then we're gonna make you piss it all out, before drinking it right back up again. Isn't that gonna be so great?"
A broken sob escaped Jimmy's lips and his face twisted cutely as he started to cry. For some reason, having to drink piss always made him cry, no matter how rebellious he was feeling.
"Now Sam is gonna let go of your mouth, so you'd better hold it open all on your own, my boy. It's very rude to make him have to hold your filthy trap; we don't want any of the disgusting piss to get on him, do we?"
Sam let go of the kid and, although his sobs grew a bit louder, Jimmy managed to keep his soft full lips parted. All three men were now standing around us. Rob had a look of slight awe in his face, while Virgil stared intently at the boy as if he was silently urging Jimmy to pass this test so that he could try even nastier things on the cutie. Both of their reactions really pleased me.
I brought the piss-filled glass to my fourteen-year-old son's mouth until the rim touched his lower lip. "I'm gonna start pouring it into you, boy, but don't swallow until I tell you to." Despair glazed Jimmy's eyes at this new instruction.
I placed one hand on the back of the boy's head to hold him steady and began to tip the liquid into his waiting mouth. His expression turned into one of pure disgust immediately, but mine became one of rapture. The sight of the yellow waste flooding over his cute tongue and pink young gums was more beautiful than any sunset. He managed to hold less than a quarter of the contents of the glass before I had to stop. For a few moments I just stared down into his mouth, admiring how perfect he looked in that instant. Then I leaned my nose over his mouth and sniffed.
"You stink, boy," I told him, screwing with his mind that little bit more. "Now close your mouth and slosh that piss around for a while."
Jimmy obeyed, his cheeks ballooning and shifting about as he played with the urine. His red teary eyes looked up at me in that begging-for-mercy look that just made me want to humiliate him even more. I let him wash his mouth with the human waste for one full minute.
"Good boy," I patted the back of his head. "You can swallow it now. Be quick about it boy, there's still a lot for you to drink here."
The boy's eyes closed and his face twisted into agonized revulsion as he forced the awful liquid down his slender throat. I brought the glass to his lips again immediately. Watching the boy struggle time after time to down each mouthful was so hot that I'd begun to drool a steady string of precum. Rob had grown hard again somewhere around the third mouthful, and Virgil's cock, which had yet to sample Jimmy's goods, looked like it'd burst with impatience. I saved a lot more piss for the last mouthful and poured all of it between Jimmy's lips. That took him by surprise and he frantically tried to swallow some of it, but some obviously went down the wrong way which made him cough piss up his nose. I shook my head at him with displeasure and told him to rub the mixture of snot and urine all over his face. As he did this, I put the empty glass down and reached one hand down to his flat tummy to massage it.
"That must feel so good, to have all that piss in your stomach," I said to him. "Since you like it so much, why don't I just let you drink the whole bottle?"
Sam had to help me hold the boy this time. Watching his cute little adam's apple bob up and down as the level of piss in the bottle went down steadily was a real pleasure. When he was done, I reached down to massage his tummy again. It now had that sexy little tell-tale bump that almost a litre of piss in a young boy made. I rubbed his belly around firmly until he let out a little burp. That made his face go completely red, as if it wasn't red enough before.
"Hmm, not quite enough, I think," I mused aloud. "Tell you what, once everyone starts pissing into you, I'll check it again from time to time to make sure you're well and truly bloated. And then you can perform a belly dance for us so that we can all hear the filth sloshing around inside you." Then I looked up at Virgil's anxious face. "Break's over. He's all yours, my friend."
I'd hardly finished my sentence before the big black man was dragging my son away to the 'fucking couch' (I'm not sure why he didn't choose a different place). At first I thought he was going to do the same thing as Rob did but it soon became apparent that he had other ideas. He threw my boy face down into the couch and then forced him to climb up the thing until his knees rested on the armrests thus forcing his legs wide open and exposing his cute little pussy. Then, the african-american forced the boy's head down against the couch's back, pushing his head down enough to make his butt jutt out at a convenient fucking position. Jimmy whimpered like a dog but Virgil paid him no heed. He grabbed both of the boy's wrists in one hand and held them off to one side, and then began to skewer the little slut with his nine- inch cock.
The man sure knew how to treat a bitch, I thought as I stroked my leaking cock. Sam was also quite impressed by the way he was nodding to himself in approval. Jimmy's protests had turned into choked, panting grunts as he strove to deal with Virgil's invading tool.
"Scream, bitch," the black man ordered my boy. "When I fuck a bitch, I want to hear her scream out for more."
Jimmy clamped his mouth shut, but it was hard not to react when you've got something that looked like a baseball bat being ground into your ass, and soon he was panting hard again, this time through his nose. He looked so cute like that, with his stubborn little face pressed hard into the leather of the couch while his thin white body twitched on the end of the bull cock of a negro three times his size. The boy must be enjoying himself so much.
"Do you feel that cock ripping your cunt apart, bitch?" Virgil asked the boy. "Do you like that? Bet you want me to stick the whole thing up your cunt, huh?"
My son shook his head stubbornly, although his movements were very much restricted by Virgil's grip on him.
"I can't hear you, boy. Sounds to me like you really want this fuckstick all the way up your pussy."
"Nnnoo.." Jimmy croaked.
"No what? You're not making any sense, cunt. Let's see if this'll help." With those words, Virgil put one foot up onto the seat of the couch, flexed his hips, and slammed the rest of his nine-incher into my son's pussy.
"Nnnngaaaaaahhhh!!" Jimmy's second attempt at replying transformed into an agonized scream as the black man bottomed out in him. Before he could recover, Virgil started to pump his cock savagely into the tight hole, his hips a blur as he pistoned his dick in and out of my boy's suffering hole. He was fucking the cunt so fast that he'd probably set a new world record. Despite his foot on the seat, the man's powerful lunges shook the piece of furniture as strongly and noisily as if we were having an earthquake.
The effects on Jimmy was fascinating. His whole body tensed up and his trapped hands spread open like claws. His eyes went wide as saucers and his jaw dropped open and twitched as if he was trying unsuccessfully to cough out something that was blocking his throat. As his toes curled up on the armrests and his feet jackknifed to either side of his bum, a low, continuous moan came out from the boy, a moan that vibrated in tandem with Virgil's fucking rhythm and rose higher and higher in pitch until it became a shrill cry of unbearable pain and stimulation.
The boy paused, breathing heavily, and then, "No!" he screamed. "Stop! Please!" He began to struggle against his rapist, twisting his arms and body to try to get away, almost overturning the couch in the process. Virgil let go of the slut's head and wrists, grabbed his thighs and yanked him backwards until the boy's head and chest fell onto the seat. With his butt firmly affixed to the big man's tool, this left Jimmy hanging down almost vertically. He flailed his now free hands about to free himself but the best he could manage were ineffectual slaps on Virgil's forearm. The big man smirked, gathered himself, and resumed the fast, brutal fuck.
Jimmy's eyes snapped open and he began to shout again. "No! Fuck! Ohh! No!", he screamed in between pants. "Ohh! Stop! Stop fucking me! Oh!" He was screaming loud enough to be heard by the neighbors, but he didn't seem to care. It wouldn't be the first time they heard him, in any case. "Stop! Please! Oh fuck!" It was always nice to hear him swear like that, too. Jimmy was such an innocent boy that, unlike other kids, he never seemed to cuss or swear. Being fucked royally always seemed to bring out the best in the boy.
"That's right, you little pussy," Virgil said approvingly. "Scream for me, baby. Scream your heart out as I plough your hungry cunt!"
And the boy kept pleading, too; loud despairing cries for mercy interspersed with wild yelps of pain. His fists beat uselessly on the leather seat, and drool leaked copiously from his open mouth. I was getting greatly aroused and couldn't help myself from getting up and going over to the two lovebirds for a closer look. Rob was already there, too.
"Yeah, pound the bitch hard, man," he was saying. "Fuck his brains out." Rob was stroking his hard-again cock, and I nodded approvingly as I played with mine. For long minutes we stood there looking on as Virgil continued to fuck my little boy senseless. The black man kept urging Jimmy to scream, intensifying his pace or jabbing his cock from new angles whenever the boy's tormented cries started to subside.
"Ohhh.." Virgil moaned. "Your pussy's so nice and tight. I'm gonna breed you, make you my bitch." He ignored Jimmy's shrill pleas. "Feel that, cunt? That's right. I'm gonna send ya to pussy heaven any moment now."
I could see that Virgil was close. The man wrapped his bulging arms around Jimmy's tiny waist and crouched over the boy as he redoubled his assault on the bitch's poor tortured hole. Half-buried under the mountain of ebony muscles, my fourteen- year-old stepson shrieked as his little cunt virtually 'thrummed' around his black molester's thick, gut-splitting mancock.
"Aiiieeeeee!!" Jimmy wailed as volley after volley of his boycum splattered down the side of the couch, extracted forcibly out of him by the vibrating fuck-machine that was Virgil. My boy's slender, smooth body spasmed around the black man's cock, making him jerk about like a puppet. Virgil tensed up in his turn, letting out a low growl as he unloaded his seed deep in my boy's guts. He seemed to cum for a long time, and then he relaxed and gave the kid a couple final pumps before withdrawing. The man's slick, throbbing rod made a loud wet pop as it exited Jimmy's swollen cunt. The hole gaped open prettily, pulsing and then vomiting a large glob of cum from its depths. As we watched, the gooey liquid began to ooze slowly down Jimmy's perineum and thighs.
Before Virgil could put him down, Sam came around to take hold of the boy's legs. As Virgil backed away from them, Sam flipped the mumbling, incoherent boy over and lowered his slight figure onto the couch, letting the boy's butt dangle over the edge of the seat. He then grabbed the boy's legs behind the knees and pushed them up and back until his feet rested on either side of his head, pushing the boy's distended hole, which was still dribbling cum, high enough to be aligned with his monster dick as he squatted in front of the couch. I watched with pleasure as enough sense returned to the boy to make him realize what was going to happen next.
"No..," he pleaded brokenly, his teary-eyed face a study in dismay as Sam's familiar, well nigh eleven inches of fuckstick teased his opening.
On the telly, the other Jimmy was kneeling on the floor beside the bed and kissing my feet as he murmured his thanks repeatedly for punishing his naughty behavior.
I smiled with complete satisfaction. This was turning out better than I expected, and we're only just at the end of round one. It wasn't even noon yet, and there were still so many ways for me, Sam and our two new friends to abuse Jimmy. After Sam's done we're gonna have a beer break, during which Jimmy'd be our own movable toilet. Then, with his tummy bloated with piss, we'd bring him to the bedroom and tie him up and gang-rape him again. Fifty straps with a nice wide leather belt from each man would also probably be appropriate for making such a mess on my favorite couch. And later on in the afternoon, of course, we'd all watch as the boy voids his bursting bladder into a nice big pail and then drink up all that piss all over again. Theoretically, we could make him do that forever. In the evening we could take him to dinner in that little t-shirt of his so that everyone could see his swollen belly. And tomorrow - tomorrow the fun would start all over again.