Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2009 10:31:04 EST
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: Grant's Comeuppance part three

GRANT'S COMEUPPANCE. Part  three.

This is a homosexual fantasy involving sex between men and  boys. 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.

MARK'S STORY  continued:
The set of photos transported me  back to my sexual ordeal at the hands of
Dirty Bertie and his friends. I'd  almost forgotten the full details; I suppose
it had been so traumatic for me  that I'd blocked them out. Now I remembered
that before he fucked me I had to  suck Dirty Bertie's thick 8 inch cock off,
and when he shot his load of thick  spunk straight into my mouth the other guys
had wanked off all over my face and  hair; covering me in their thick,
sticky, spunk. Then I remembered how very  painful Dirty Bertie's thick knob had
felt when it broke through my sphincter  the first time; even though Dirty Bertie
had lubed me up well. I remembered that  I'd screamed and pleaded for him to
take it out, it was so painful; but he'd  just ignored me and a couple of his
mates held tightly on to me to make sure I  couldn't escape. And once Dirty
Bertie's thick knob was fully past my sphincter  his mates had forced me down
until I was fully impaled on the thick 8 inch cock.  I'd cried for several
minutes as I sat impaled on the throbbing cock while Dirty  Bertie gave me time to
get used to it before he fucked me. My tears dried up as  he fucked me but I
was whimpering while I continued pleading with him to stop.  After Dirty Bertie
had fucked me and shot his big thick load all over my  arsehole his mates had
shot their spunk onto my belly, my cock, and my balls.  They had cajoled me
into smiling into the camera even though I was almost in  tears again. Then his
six mates had held me down on the bed and gang fucked me.  I was in tears
again by the time the third of his mates had fucked me,  but by the time all six
had fucked me and Dirty Bertie had fucked me for a  second time I'd stopped
crying and started enjoying it a little; even cumming  twice myself. I was
amazed that men that old could cum at least three times in a  session; Dirty Bertie
must have been 70, and his mates' ages ranged from their  early 30s to their
60s. I found out later that they'd all taken a version of  Viagra. Then I
remembered how humiliated and used I'd felt for days afterwards  even when the
pain had gone; I think that was the worst, the humiliation.
I was roused from my reverie by a  hand closing around my hard cock. I put
the album aside and I looked down at  Grant who was kneeling on the bed by my
crutch. He beamed at  me.
"Can I see your cock Mark? Can I  touch it naked too?"
I'd maybe hoped for this reaction  from Grant, but I hadn't really expected
it. Putting my memories of his uncle  behind me I gave him a big smile.
"Sure you can my, er sweet little  baby, I was hoping you'd want to. You
pull my shorts down while I take off my  T-shirt."
I pulled my T-shirt off and threw  it aside while Grant unbuttoned and
unzipped my shorts and pulled them down and  off my feet throwing them onto my
T-shirt; revealing my throbbing, almost 7  inch, and fairly thick, uncut cock. I
spread my legs apart for easier access and  Grant sighed.
"Oh Mark I so like your cock, er,  and your body, you're very fit!"
"Kneel between my legs Grant and  you can play with my cock; you can make it
shoot too if you like. Sucking your  beautiful little cock off has made me so
horny; I'd love you to make me  cum."
Grant got between my legs and  beamed up at me again and then turned his
attention to my cock. He moved  forwards so that his head was over my groin and I
opened my legs wider. He  reached out and grasped my cockshaft, his little
hand not going fully around it.  Sighing he pulled my foreskin back to reveal my
precum slimed, torpedo shaped  knob. He squeezed my cockshaft causing a large
pearl of precum to ooze from my  cock-slit. He sighed again and my wishes were
answered when he dropped his head  and started to lick my knob like a
lollipop. My voice was low and husky when I  whispered.
"Oh yes Sweet Baby, yes! Your  tongue feels so good licking my knob. You're
such a beautiful, talented boy; I'd  love you to suck my cock for me."
Grant giggled and sank his mouth  over my knob. I hissed in surprise; not
believing that he'd be so precocious.  Then Grant started to suck on my knob
while squeezing and releasing my  cock-shaft as he wanked it using both his small
hands. His teeth grazed my  knob.
"Careful with your teeth Sweet  Baby."
Grant was a natural cocksucker; I  never felt his teeth brush my knob again.
I was so worked up I felt my orgasm  building after only a few minutes.
"Baby you're so sexy and such a  good cocksucker I'm gonna cum soon."
I hoped and prayed that he'd eat  my spunk. My ballbag started to contract,
my body stiffened and I  groaned.
"Here it comes Baby, you've made  me cum!"
As my spunk began to fill Grant's  mouth I could hear him struggling to
swallow my load. He must have managed about  two thirds because when I stopped
cumming he lifted off my cock and grinned at  me, his eyes sparkling; and my spunk
was smeared around his cupid's mouth. He  tried to lick his face clean and
then he licked his hands clean; and finally he  dropped his head and lapped up
all of my spunk that had run down my  cock-shaft.
"Well done Grant you really are my  Sweet Little Baby, was that the first
time you've ever sucked a  cock?"
"Yes Mark, did I do all right? I  really enjoyed it, and I love the taste of
your spunk more than any one  else's."
"You did very, very well Sweet  Baby that was one of the best blow-jobs I've
ever had, (I was hoping flattery  would get me everywhere). I guess you're
what they call a natural born  cocksucker. Now come up here and give me a kiss."

Grant clambered up my body and as  I took his beautiful blonde head in my
hands he planted a firm, closed lips,  kiss on my lips. I moved his head back.
"Not like that Baby, open your  mouth and I'll show you how real men kiss."
Grant opened his mouth and I  pulled his head forwards inserting my tongue
into his mouth; I could taste the  aftermath of my spunk. He stiffened slightly,
and then relaxed and I began to  suck on his tongue. I stroked Grant's back
waiting for him to catch on and in  less than a minute our tongues were
duelling. While we snogged a plan was  forming in my mind for tomorrow. I could feel
Grant's boner poking my chest, but  I didn't want him to cum again until we
were, hopefully, filming tomorrow. My  own cock was stiff again too. I broke
the kiss and pulled his head onto my  shoulder and began to stroke his beautiful
blonde hair while he threw an arm  across my chest and sighed contentedly.
"You've been a very good boy today  Grant and given me a lot of pleasure. You
've obviously enjoyed yourself too; and  Steve and I will be very happy to
teach you more about gay sex. Would you like  to do me a favour?"
Grant reached down and gently  squeezed my cock.
"Do you want me to suck you off  again Mark? Your cock's hard again. You
said I did it right, but did I kiss OK?  I wish I could have eaten all your spunk
as it shot from your  cock."
I chuckled and ruffled his  hair.
"One thing at a time Baby; even  though my cock's stiff again I don't want
you to suck me off again, I want to  save my spunk for when I fuck you
tomorrow. I've told you, you did wonderfully  well for a boy who's never sucked a
cock before; and you kiss  beautifully."
I could feel/sense him preening  himself.
"What we'd like to do is shoot  pictures of you tomorrow when we have our
sex session and Steve and I fuck  you."
"Do you mean like the photos in  the albums; or photos like those Carl was
taking of Tim and  Steve?"
"Not quite Grant; we'd use real  cameras and probably make a short DVD porn
movie. What do you  think?"
"Would many people be  there?"
"There'll only be enough men to  make a good movie, no voyeurs. If you agree,
when I pick you up tomorrow I'll  outline the plot, Steve and I will work the
storyline out tonight. It won't  matter about a script, everyone can just ad
lib; we can dub the movie later.  You're so beautiful, so sexy, and you have a
body to die for. You'll be an  instant movie star."
Grant preened  again.
"That sounds so cool Mark; but you  will be the first one to fuck me won't
you? I don't want anyone else taking my  virginity."
I noticed that Grant hadn't argued  about Steve fucking him too; I hoped that
meant that he was warming to the idea  of having group sex on camera.
"Of course I'll be your first  lover Baby, I promise you no one else but me
will take your virginity. But  there's something you'll have to do for me
then."
"What's that  Mark?"
"We make a lot of  movies,"
"You mean porn  movies?"
"Yes Grant, porn movies, does that bother you?"
Grant pondered for a  minute.
"Er no, I don't think so. I liked  watching Steve and Tim having sex, and I
like looking at the photos in the  albums, so I shouldn't be two-faced and say
it's wrong to make them, or not  agree to be in them either."
Brilliant logic for a sex crazed  14 years old I thought to myself.
"Good boy Grant. Well, we like the  boys in the movies to shoot a lot of
spunk, or boycum as we call it, for the  camera. So we don't want you to cum again
before  tomorrow."
Grant giggled and rubbed his hard  little cock against my chest while
squeezing my cock  again.
"But I'm hard now, and you are,  and I'm ready to cum again."
"I can give you some medicine that  will take your erection away until
tomorrow when we're  filming."
Grant looked  thoughtful.
"I dunno Mark, I so want to cum  right now." he paused and gave me a sexy
look. "Especially in your mouth, with  your fingers up my, er boypussy. I
really, really like you; you're so big and  strong, and handsome."
Grant dropped his eyes and blushed  again and I kissed him tenderly and
stroked his long silky blonde hair. His  crush on me was developing and I was going
to exploit it for all I was worth. He  seemed like a nice kid and his body at
the moment was to die for. But I never  fell in love with any of the trade, I
didn't want the complications, the sulks  when I was fucking other boys in
our movies, the need for constant attention;  and there was always a new boy on
the horizon to have sex with or break in. I'd  enjoy fucking Grant for the
next couple of years, but not exclusively. I suppose  the only person I loved was
Steve, even though we didn't have sex  anymore.
"Won't you do it for me my sweet  little baby?"
Grant smiled that killer  smile.
"OK Grant, just for  you."
"Good boy, I'll get you the  special medicine then."
I went to the fridge and got a  bottle of bromide mixture George had prepared
for us, it stopped boys getting  erections or made boys lose them if they
were already erect. We used it when we  sometimes wanted photos of the boys with
soft cocks, or in the studio when  filming if the storyline called for a boy's
cock to be soft. I wasn't sure how  much to give Grant, but it didn't really
matter; we'd be giving him Viagra  before filming anyway. I poured some into
a glass and noted how much so that  George could work out how much Viagra to
give Grant tomorrow before we started  shooting. I added water and gave it to
Grant. He hesitated, I smiled at him and  stroked his hair, and he drank the
lot in one go. Then I gave him a wet-wipe and  he cleaned his face. I looked at
my watch, about10 minutes to go. I pulled Grant  down onto the bed beside me
and put my arm around his  shoulder.
"Grant you did say that you had 39  more albums at home?"
"Yes, some of them are really old  and my Uncle's in every album, but not
with every boy, there are lots of  different men."
Grant paused and sniffed and wiped  his nose on the back of his hand before
continuing in a wistful  voice.
"It's sad really, although Uncle  got to fuck a lot of boys' bottomholes,
sorry, boypussies, he never got to fuck  mine and I so wanted him to."
"That is sad Baby; I hope I'm a  good replacement for him."
I squeezed his shoulder and he  hugged me back.
"Er, if you were to loan us the  albums Grant we'd be able to transfer them
onto our website and lots of people  could look at them. We'd charge a small
fee and split the money 50/50 with  you."
Grant's eyes widened and he almost  whispered.
"You have a porno web  site?"
I nodded.
"Can I have the  address?"
"Well, it's for people over 18,  but if you're a very good boy tomorrow I'
ll talk it over with Steve and we'll  see what we can do. Maybe we'll even
give you a free life membership if the  movie turns out to be very good."
Grant beamed at me and hugged  me.
"That would be so cool  Mark."
"And after tomorrow you'll be my  own special pussyboy."
"Pussyboy?"
"Yes, pussyboy, if you have a  boypussy you're obviously going to be a
pussyboy."
Grant giggled and hugged me; then  the intercom crackled and Carl spoke.
"We're about 2 minutes away from  Grant's house."
"OK Carl, we'll get  ready."
I quickly pulled on my shorts and  T-shirt and hugged Grant to me and kissed
the top of his head. As the van pulled  up I put my hands on his shoulders and
looked into his sparkling blue  eyes.
"OK my sweet little baby we'll  pick you up at 9:15 tomorrow; don't  forget
to have the other albums ready."
Then I kissed him tenderly and he  hugged me tightly.
"I really like you Mark, I can't  wait until tomorrow."
Grant grabbed my hand and put it  on his crotch; I could feel that his cock
was already softening; maybe I'd used  too much bromide mix. It didn't matter
George would sort that out tomorrow.  Grant giggled.
"The medicine's working already; I  bet I'll have lots of spunk, er boycum,
for tomorrow!"
I opened the door and Grant  scrambled out; he waved then disappeared up his
drive. I was quite surprised and  very pleased at how quickly he'd gotten into
gay sex. I got into the cab and  asked Carl to drive me home. I got my mobile
out and rang Steve and told him  what had happened. Tim was still with Steve
waiting to see if Grant would  definitely do the movie. When Tim heard that he
was going to do the movie he  told Steve he wanted to be in the movie too, so
we arranged for Steve to pick  Tim up tomorrow morning. Carl would pick me up
and then we'd go and get Grant  and the albums. Steve would be at the studio
with George, Andy and Tim setting  up.
That evening after dinner I showed  Steve the album and told him my idea
about uploading it and the other 39 to our  web site; he agreed that it was a good
idea. Then Steve and I drafted out a  rough story line for tomorrow's movie.
I went to bed with a raging hard-on, and  I kept picturing myself fucking Grant
's beautiful boypussy. I had to get up and  take a sleeper to make me go to
sleep. I didn't want to toss myself off; I  wanted a full pair of balls for
when I fucked Grant tomorrow. Steve and I were  hoping to fuck him a couple of
times each at least to really break in his  boypussy, so we'd probably be taking
Viagra at some time. Steve and I had high  hopes that Grant would be starring
in lots of movies for  us.
Carl and I got to Grant's house at  9:10 and drove up the U shaped,
tree-lined drive to the front door. Grant was on the step waiting, he looked so
fuckable with his long blonde hair, deep blue eyes, small trim body and killer
smile that I got an instant erection. He was wearing a short, tight black
T-shirt that finished an inch above his belly-button, tight white nylon shorts  and
a pair of trainers. He waved frantically when he saw us and as I got out of
the van he threw himself in my arms. I lifted him up, cupping his hard
hemispherical buttocks in my large hands, fondling them as we snogged. He  finally
broke away breathless and panted.
"Oh Mark, I've missed you so much,  and I was so worried that you wouldn't
turn up today to take me away and fuck  me!"
"And I'm pleased to see you too my  sweet baby, and no way would I have
missed fucking your virgin  boypussy."
We'd decided that the sooner Grant  got used to dirty talk the better, but
the way he blushed at my words was so  cute I hoped he'd still blush on camera
for a while yet. Carl got out of the van  and exchanged hellos with Grant as I
put him down. Grant's hand sought mine out  and I squeezed it.
"Mark .. Er .. You are sure my  cock will get hard again aren't you?"
I chuckled and ruffled his hair  with my free hand.
"I promise you Grant you'll get a  stiffy soon enough and you'll make lots
of boycum. Now where are these  albums?"
Grant's sister had left early for  work so Grant had the albums stacked ready
by the front door. The three of us  soon had them loaded in the van, then
Carl got in the driver's seat and Grant  and I clambered into the back. As we
drove to the studio I explained to Grant  about the colonic irrigation machine,
and the need to remove what little pubic  hair he had to make him look even
sexier. He didn't seem fazed by the info; in  fact he blushed and said he was
glad his boypussy was going to be cleaned out  because he sometimes got smears of
shit (his blush deepened) on the dildo when  he fucked himself with it. When
I reminded him that losing his virginity might  be quite painful (might be?)
Grant told me that he didn't care how painful it  was as long as it was me
doing it. All Grant wanted to do was snog and grope me.  I snogged him back, but I
had to keep stopping him from groping me, explaining  that I wanted to save
my spunk to fill his boypussy.
At the studio I took Grant to the  infirmary and introduced him to George,
who was dressed in a long white coat,  while Carl unloaded the albums and took
them to the editing room. George got  Grant to strip and weighed and measured
him, and then he sent Grant to the  toilet. I took the opportunity to tell
George how much of the bromide I'd given  Grant and at what time, and asked him to
give Grant enough liquid Viagra to kick  in about an hour after the cleaning
was over. George checked on Grant's  measurements and poured out the liquid in
readiness. After seeing Grant naked  again I knew that I wanted to fuck him a
lot that day so I had a dose of Viagra  too. Grant returned, and when George
had him hooked up to the machine, he shaved  off what little pubic hair Grant
had and the few blonde wisps in his armpits. I  told Grant the brief storyline
Steve and I had worked out and he seemed to grasp  what he had to do quite
easily. I pointed to a chair where there were some  schoolboy clothes and asked
George to help Grant dress in them after Grant was  cleaned out. Then I left
leaving George to bring Grant to the set when he was  finished with him.
In the studio, which was  soundproofed, Steve was already dressed in a pair
of white nylon doctors' scrubs  with tight trousers and white clogs. I quickly
stripped off and put on a pair of  pale green scrubs and pale green clogs. We
were both naked underneath the scrubs  and our hard cocks were clearly visible
through the flimsy material. Tim was  dressed in a tight, pale blue nylon
one-piece boiler suit with all the buttons  undone bar the last 2, and he was
naked underneath too. His hard cock and  bulbous knob were clearly visible
through the material and the last 2 buttons  just managed to confine it in the
boiler suit. While Tim was being cleaned out  George had also shaved off all of Tim'
s pubic hair, the hair under his arms, and  the small amount on his legs. For
the loose storyline we'd worked out Tim had a  mop and bucket and was
supposed to be a cleaner. Steve asked if I'd taken Viagra  and told me that he and
Tim had taken some too.
The set resembled a doctor's  surgery; there was a desk, a couple of chairs,
a couple of cabinets and a black  leather examination table with stirrups at
one end and a headrest at the other.  The table was adjustable height and
length-wise and Steve had set it at its  shortest length to accommodate Grant's
small body. The headrest was also  adjustable enabling it to be raised or
lowered. On a small cabinet next to the  examination table there were some sex toys
and a tube of lube. It was a  three-walled set and there were opposing doors.
Carl and Andy were sorting their  cameras out and they were only wearing baggy
cotton shorts; much more  comfortable for them when working under the hot
lights and for when they got  hard-ons.
When we were ready Tim pushed his  mop bucket out of one door which stood
ajar and stood looking into the surgery  as if he were spying. I could see a
large precum stain on his boiler suit, I  looked down, my pants had one too, as
had Steve's. The intercom between the  infirmary and studio crackled and George
informed us that Grant was on his way.  We had installed the intercom between
all the rooms and the garage. Seconds  later there was a timid knock at the
door; Steve picked up a clipboard and  called out.
"Come  in!"
Carl and Andy started filming as  the door opened and Grant walked in; and my
cock jerked. He was dressed in a  black blazer, white shirt, school tie, grey
flannel shorts, black shoes and  socks. He looked so innocent, so sexy, and
oh so fuckable! We'd supplied the  clothes a size too big making him look even
younger than he was, maybe 11 or 12.  I glanced over to Tim and saw that
George had arrived and had started filming  Tim peering into the surgery. Steve
looked Grant up and  down.
"Ah yes, Grant isn't  it?"
"Er  ... yes sir."
"Don't be frightened Grant, I'm  Dr. White and this is Dr. Green who is
training with me  today."
Steve looked at the  clipboard.
"Your G.P. informs me that you  have urinary problems, erection problems, and
possibly prostate problems. Is  that correct?"
I almost fell in love when Grant  blushed deep red and stammered out his
reply in almost a whisper. He'd got the  storyline off pat.
"Er  ... yes  ... er  ... Dr. White."
"Don't be embarrassed boy, Dr.  Green and I have seen it all before. Now
strip off, put your clothes on that  chair, and we'll begin the examination."
And what a performance Grant gave  as he stripped. He peeled his clothes off
slowly, draping the blazer over the  back of the chair then removing his tie
and shirt folding them and placing them  on the chair seat. He undid his shorts
and let them drop to the floor and  stepped out of them. I was surprised at
how quickly he began to ignore the  cameras; not only was he a natural cum
puppy it seemed that he was a natural  actor too. He had a nervous look on his
face as he pulled his white Jockeys over  his cock and his perfect, fuckable
arsehole. He took his time pushing the  Jockeys down and Andy got some lovely
shots when his buttocks parted to expose  his tiny pink pucker. Straight legged
Grant remained bent over and took off his  shoes and socks. Andy by now was
showing a boner, I glanced at Carl, he had a  boner too. Grant stuffed his socks
in his shoes and stood up and dropped his  Jockeys onto his clothes. Then he
stood facing me and Steve with his head half  down and his hands by his sides;
and my cock jerked when I realised he was  faintly blushing. His little cock
was still soft and his ballbag was tight.  Steve cleared his throat.
"Er, good boy, now get up on the  examination table and Dr. Green and I will
get you  ready."
Grant climbed onto the table and  lay back resting his head in the headrest.
We took a leg each and strapped them  into the stirrups; we adjusted the
stirrups until his legs were wide apart and  slightly angled back over his young
body. This brought his perfect, milky white  buttocks half off the edge of the
table, a perfect position for fucking, and his  tiny pink pucker was totally
exposed. Then I ran a padded leather strap over his  belly and tightened it off
while Steve did the same, positioning his strap just  below Grant's tiny red
nipples. Finally we each strapped his arms to the table;  ensuring that his
small sexy body was firmly held in place ready for the hard  fuckings he was
going to receive. I noticed that Grant was swallowing nervously  and I guessed
what the problem was.
"What's the matter boy, are you  thirsty?"
Grant looked at me gratefully and  croaked.
"Yes, um, Dr. Green, I'm very  nervous, sorry Sir."
I took a bottle of water from the  cabinet and helped Grant to drink some.
Then Steve consulted his clipboard and  ticked it.
"Right Dr. Green, we'll begin with  an anal examination; I'll show you a
technique I learned in  Japan."
Steve squatted behind Grant and  parted his buttocks even wider before
running his tongue up and down Grant's  arse-crack half a dozen times; causing Grant
to moan softly. Steve stood  up.
"Now you do the same Dr.  Green."
As instructed I pulled Grant's  firm round arse-cheeks apart and ran my
tongue lovingly up and down his  arse-crack. Grant moaned some more and as I stood
back up he whispered in a  breaking voice.
"Ooh that felt funny Ma, er, Dr.  Green, it tickled a bit, but I liked it."
We ignored Grant and carried  on.
"What did his arsehole taste like  Dr. Green?"
"Mmmm, very slightly soapy and  quite musky with a tang to it."
"The same as I tasted, he may have  a prostate problem. I think we need to
get our tongues inside his boypussy to  get a proper taste."
Steve pulled Grant's arse-cheeks  apart again and concentrated on trying to
force his tongue through Grant's tiny  pink pucker. Grant was moaning softly
and trying to writhe about on the bed to  no avail; he was secured too tightly.
Steve spat on Grant's pucker a couple of  times and managed to get the tip of
his tongue into the boy's arsehole. I looked  down at Grant whose face was
flushed and his blue eyes were  shining.
"Try to relax Grant and let Dr.  White get a taste of you."
He must have relaxed because Steve  was soon tongue-fucking Grant's arsehole,
briefly stopping every now and then to  spit on his pucker. After several
minutes we changed places and while I gobbed  on Grant's pucker and tongue-fucked
his arsehole Steve was examining his cock  and balls.
"Mmmm Dr. Green, we may have  another problem here, Grant's testicles have
loosened up but his cock isn't  responding to the anal stimulation. When you'
ve finished tasting him we'll try  something else."
When I stood up Grant sighed  disappointedly. Steve and I Frenched and when
we broke apart Steve said that  from the taste of his insides Grant definitely
needed some prostate stimulation.  We were both sweating slightly as was Grant
so Steve made a  suggestion.
"It seems that the  air-conditioning has broken down again; I suggest we
strip off to keep cool and  to avoid staining our scrubs if things get messy."
We stripped off and then the  script went out of the window; we could dub the
film later. We Frenched again  and groped each other's stiff, precum leaking
cocks for the camera. I got into  position behind Grant; I had to straddle a
bit to line up my throbbing cock  level with Grant's pucker. Steve gobbed on
Grant's pucker again and I placed my  knob against it. I smiled down at Grant
who smiled back at me with his beautiful  blue eyes brimming with trust.
"Get ready Grant, this may hurt a  bit, but remember, the more you relax the
easier it will be for  you."
Remembering the pain and  humiliation Dirty Bertie had given me when I'd lost
my virginity to him I pushed  forwards hard, going straight through Grant's
protesting sphincter,  never stopping until my balls slapped  loudly against
Grant's lily-white, perfect, globular arse-cheeks. Grant's  screams would have
woken the dead and he cried out for me to stop. I looked down  at him; his
head was thrashing about and tears were streaming down his face,  which, along
with his neck and shoulders had turned bright red. Ignoring his  protestations I
started to fuck him, I could feel his sphincter erratically  spasming around
my cock-shaft. Fuck the film I thought he's such a sexy little  bugger and his
arsehole is so warm and tight I'm going to cum inside him and  then fuck him
again straightaway; thank God for Viagra. I was so turned on I  speeded up
until I was really banging away at Grant's arsehole. Normally for the  porn
movies we made all cum-shots were done onto the body but I decided that my  first
orgasm would be inside Grant's tight hot boypussy. Grant was begging me to
stop and his eyes were red from crying. Filled with lust which must have shown
in my eyes I glared at him and growled.
"Stop crying boy, you said that  you wanted a boypussy and that you wanted to
be my pussyboy so put up with  it!"
Miraculously Grant stopped crying  and just sobbed, his eyes were now screwed
tightly shut and his breathing was  harsh. I looked at Steve and I could see
the shock on his face from my treatment  of the boy. I knew he wouldn't stop
me; this film would make a fortune for us,  but he obviously thought I was
being too rough on the boy. Grant's sphincter was  still spasming around my
cock-shaft and I knew my orgasm wasn't far away. I saw  that Steve was fondling Grant
's still soft cock with one hand while fondling  Grant's big balls with the
other. I calculated that Grant would get a hard-on  sometime during my second
fuck. Spunk raced through my tubes, I pulled Grant's  beautiful arse-cheeks as
far apart as they'd go and buried my cock deep inside  his colon as my spunk
began to blast from my cock. This was payback for what his  uncle had done to
me.
"There you go Grant, my spunk's  filling you up, so you've now got a
boypussy and you're now my official  pussyboy; my bitch!"
Grant said nothing he just  snivelled; his head now still against the
headrest and his eyes still screwed  tight shut. When I finished cumming I began to
fuck him again as hard and as  fast as the first time. Steve leaned over and
whispered in my  ear.
"I know you found him Mark and  this is fantastic footage, but aren't you
taking this a bit too  far?"
I paused and thought; perhaps I  was being too rough on the boy. It was his
uncle who'd basically raped me not  Grant; it wasn't his fault. And I didn't
want to alienate such a talented kid; I  was hoping he'd star in lots of movies
for us.
"Er, Grant, er Baby, I think I may  have been too rough with you. I'm so
sorry but you are such a sexy boy and you  have such a beautiful boypussy I got
carried away. Do you want me to stop and  let George have a look at you?"
Grant's eyes flew open, they were  red and raw from crying, and when he spoke
he was  sobbing.
"No Mark I don't want you to stop  even though you really hurt me. I'm your
pussyboy now and my boypussy belongs to  you. I love you and you can do
anything you like to  me." he gulped "Please fuck me  again Mark."
My jaw dropped and I looked at  Steve, we really had a star here; a right
little cumpuppy. Steve mouthed to me  "be nice."
I looked straight into Grant's  tear stained eyes and he gave me a tentative
smile so I smiled  back.
"Er, OK Grant, er, I like you a  lot too. This time I'll be gentler with
you, you should enjoy it  more."
And I started to fuck him again,  but gentler as I'd promised. My cock was
squelching in and out of his tight  arsehole and his sphincter started spasming
around my cock-shaft again. Steve  was still fondling Grant's cock and balls,
and he went back into film  mode.
"Ah Dr. Green it seems that your  probing of Grant's colon and prostate has
achieved a result,  look!"
Steve removed his hand and as I  looked at Grant's cock, it started to fill
out and stiffen until it reached its  full 4 inches; and at a touch from Steve
Grant's foreskin peeled back to reveal  his slightly bulbous bright red knob.
Steve gently squeezed Grant's thin white  cockshaft and a small ball of precum
eased from his cock-slit. Grant lifted his  head and in a sobbing voice said.
"You told me I'd get hard again  Mark, now, er, you can fuck the boycum out
of your pussyboy's little  cock."
End of part  three.
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