Date: Tue, 6 Jul 2004 10:26:21 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy.  Chapter 23

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materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story
contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are
consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please
write: jarrod749@aol.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Mikey,
Stepdad and Unca Jimmy.  Chapter 23.


"Mmmmmmmmm," Jame ooogled as the finely primed asshole rode down Devon's
joyprick.
               Devon was crazed and left no time for Jamie to adjust to that
hefty 6 incher, and came up on his toes, his balls grazing the bench swinging
there below him as he reamed him some toyboycunt. "Take it you, faggot! This
is whatchu need...whatchu wants, you fuckin' pussy. You make sure you bring the
right money next time fagboy. Tell me....TELL ME, dammit, tell me you bring
the right money!!"
               "I-I-I-I---bring--it---right----ohhhhhhhh...." Jamie tailed
off.
               "Queerass...you love it...wellll, you getting
it....fucker...you, get-tin' it! Uh...uh, nnngh, cummmin'....phhhfft, uhh, oh yeh, oh yeh,
cummm-mmin', ahhhhhh sooooo gooood!" Devon creamed Jamie's hole. With his hands
gripping Jame's sides, he squeezed his prick inside him swelling it and juicing
it, and banged Jamie's body up and down on the bench. He unplugged his cum
sopped dick, then dropped Jamie's feet to the floor, and straddle-walked over
him till he targeted Jame's mouth for cock swabbin'.
                The bell rang for change of class as dazed Jamie's lips were
parted by an oozing boyprick slicked with pearly swirls of jizz. Jamie's eyes
looked up into Devon's as that handsome cock slid home, and Jamie's tongue
slid out underneath while his upper lip guppy-crawled through the butt-slimy
spooge.

Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy.  Chapter 23.

                Ohhhhh, soooogoooood! What service Jamie gave! Maybe he
knew...maybe he didn't. His doe eyes...even Devon, his whole body quaking from that
tongue-roll over his super-sensitive prick head...saw something more than
just a suckface at the end of his cock....something he might need more than just
a morning romp with the buds....
                An'ways, Devon pulled out of his face pussy....cock smacking
the squinting, flinching, dick-dodgin' boy, until where there wasn't sweat on
Jamie's soppin' wet face, there was boycock dogwater splatter.
                In a sound flurry of velcro, and button snaps, and the whirr
of a zipper,  Devon was off for the wash basins in back, leaving Jame sprawled
on the bench covered in drying cum and spit, his legs and arms hanging or
splayed out, his chest heaving as his breaths started to normal up.
                Finally, Jamie had the gumption to raise up on one elbow, and
take stock of his boy nakedness, when Devon came back drying his hands on a
paper towel, which he fired at Jamie, and then flippin' the kid the bird, he
said, "Fuck you, faggot....a LOT!!!" The door, unlatched, pulled open to that
echoing creak and grown,  then slammed shut in Devon's wake.

                Some time after, Jame reported to the admin office to report
his attendance having missed homeroom, and his first class. His less than
kempt condition easily explained his lateness when he said he took a tumble down a
bank off his bike.
                Boy....this was the day! The party was after school. He
didn't know what to expect...but his inner smile broadened when he recalled that
this was going to be the biggest payday of his young life....

                Back at Willow, Mikey wondered how his heavy bag and speedbag
workout the previous night would fare him if the teammie trouble makers
jumped his case that afternoon after practice.
                His day was uneventful mostly, but there was a snickerin'
here and there when he ran into XXXXXXXXX no doubt rumoring about Mikey's
hairless pubies. This foretold that even if he hadn't planned anything, he would
probably have to to kill the gossip.
                Practice was telltale...something was up. Every time Terry or
Graig passed Mike the ball, it was either badly timed, causing Mikey to
stutter step and fuck up the sequence, or it flat hit him. Twice he got the ball
square in the back full force, enough to once knock him flat...the other time,
he stumbled forward. In yet another, he took a glancing shot off the back of
his head.
                Strip down for showers was quiet, particularly after the
coach chewed them all out for a shitty practice, and Mike didn't rat.
                Mike wanted to be in the shower early so no gangup was
waiting for him if Terry had gotten the others stirred up for 'play.' After he let
the spray soak his black crewcut, he stepped back to soap up and when he opened
his eyes, Terry, who stood several inches taller was in front of him, almost
chest to chest. He didn't turn, but he was sure he felt a presence behind him.
He had to move NOW, or he might have his arms pinned behind...his powerful
arms being his only real weapons...that is except for the knee he shot into
Terry's balls!
                When Terry doubled over, Mikey brought both his fists down on
the bigger dude's upper back and sent him to his knees on the tile floor. He
whirled 'round with a balled fist and extended leg, and caught the guy he
guessed was behind him, right in the side, knocking the wind out of him, and the
leg took the dude's legs out to as he sailed to the tile floor on his side. It
was Graig. With cheers and whistles....and the other kids circling around
patting Mikey's shoulders and giving him butt smacks....the dark moment had
passed.....they all thought.
                Mikey pushed the kids away when he saw Brendon moving
through....and he dropped to one knee, pulled Terry's face up in full view, and as
Brendon popped off three Polaroid shots, Mikey cock smacked the big fucker over
and over. The shower room hushed....all that could be heard was the spray of
the water behind them.
                Mikey screamed at Terry, "If you don't declare whatever the
fuck this was, over, dem pitchers is going out over the 'net afta practice
motherfucker! Terry was fuckin' beaten....tears welling up in the building shower
steam....and he grudgingly, nodded 'Yes' without looking up.
                Mike shoved Terry over on his back, turned and looked down at
Graig. As the camera clicked and whirred, Mikey diddled Graig's dick and
balls with his toes. Then he whirled and before many kids realized who had the
camera, Mikey grabbed it from Brendon so that he wouldn't be involved in all
this, took the now developed pics as well, and pushed out to his locker, dried
off, got dressed, and left, in smug satisfaction that an end had been put to his
possible embarrassing pubies exposure.

                At Oden High, the final bell rang, and Jamie, tremblng in
anticipation, tentatively pushed open the door and headed out for home. Brady had
told him to walk home, and he would pick him up on the way. Jamie didn't get
why such a plan was made, but he followed direction and took off by foot.

                There was almost no sound as the big van slowed toward the
curb behind the shuffling inattentive Jamie, and cruised up almost next to him
as he passed a part of the street where there was just a vacant lot, no homes,
where no one would see as the doors slid back and three dudes swooped Jamie up
and in less than 5 seconds, the van was taking off as the door slammed shut.

                 Jamie's head was spinning, as he tried to grasp the
whirlwind he was in. He was naked almost immediately. His wrists were cuffed and
hooked to some kind of post above and behind his head as he lay in the floor of the
van. His ankles were cuffed likewise and while he had some freedom of leg
motion, he seemed to be restricted to about 18 inches in any direction....and
definitely couldn't kick his feet.
                 As fast as this all happened, Jamie found himself alone in
the back of the van. He heard the front panel separating the front cab from the
rear being slid closed, and the voices were reduced to muffled sounds in the
distance. He wasn't scared. He actually was somewhat relieved that the anxiety
of this moment was over. There was no turning back. He was
'captured'.....going to a 'party' where he knew he'd be the star attraction for some of the
richest dudes in the valley. Annnnnd, they were gonna share some of those riches
with HIM this day....even though he was surely gonna 'earn' it. A business
venture you might say.
                 It seemed they drove a long ways till they turned off, and
everything went dark.
                 Jame was lifted out of the van in a peculiar way. There were
guys to his left and right carrying stuff....two guys were one to each leg,
and someone behind him was carrying the thing his wrists were attached to.
There were other kids in front beyond his feet carrying something as well. He
looked up and there was Brady, one of the dudes to his side, patting his bare
belly saying, "You da star, boy! The fuckin' star! Ever'body's waiting on yuh."
Jamie smiled weakly.

                 They moved smartly out of the garage and down a hallway,
then out into a noisy, brightly sunlit area, and then there were cheers and
applause.
                 Jame got a little dizzy from being moved around left, right
up and down and then finally found a strain to his wrists as he was righted
and then stood to his bare feet, his arms held in place high above him. As guys
moved in around him, he saw mouths talking in a growing white noise....that he
could make no sense of. He was now really hurting at his shoulder, upper arms
and wrists..he was being hoisted higher and his feet no longer touched the
ground. He was sorta spinning left then stopped, then right, same thing. Looking
down past his clearly showing ribs and jutting pelvic bone, there were what
seemed like bowling balls on the floor to which his cuffed ankles were attached
by about 2 feet of rope. Looking up, he was hanging in the center of a
tripod....like a surveyor's plumb bob.
                  All of a sudden there was a round of whistle stompin' and
cheerin'....Jamie's previously soft dick was rising up....and they were all
getting off on Jamie's 'gettin' off' at the goings on. Jamie hung twisting before
them, a plaything, in growing strain and pain from his arm tether.
                  Brady called a meet, and all the guys took seats with all
manner of drinks and smokes, to listen to the party plan. They were told that
this house, belonging to one of the guys present, whose folks were away, had
complete closed circuit TV throughout...every room, including bathrooms, garage,
and pool areas.
There were VCRs in every bedroom, and all living area rooms. Blank video
tapes were loaded in all cameras with remotes available to activate. Blank tapes
were also available. If anyone wanted to tape any play, and take the tape with
him, he could, and he should replace the tape with one of the fresh ones.
Rubbers, dildos, hose whips, butt plugs, clamps and various other 'toys' were
available for their enjoyment. The meeting was getting raucous and out of control
the more Brady talked about the games and toys, so he just told them all to
have at it.
                  With 15 guys already there, several more were expected in
and out through the afternoon and evening, probably 40 in all, but more likely
no more than 20 at any one time. While all the boys were entitled to Jamie, at
least 10 of the boys, 'belonged' to the group, and were called 'serf'....and
had their own services to perform. Serf's were wannabe elites, unequal equals
who didn't have the pedigree, and their dues were service to the others, but
most times, they got to play as well. With a special playtoy on hand like
Jamie, they would be fully in service, and no play. Other serf categories included,
elites who had stiffed the club, not paid dues, or broke some hard rule.
Payment was serfdom for a designated period. All group members not serfs, paid
$100 for the party for expenses, refreshments, club coffers, and some of this
cash would be Jamie's at day's end.
                  One guy pulled up a hassock, and sat beneath Jamie, between
his legs,  as guys started gathering around. He pulled Jamie's right foot to
his knee, and pressed it to his levi's, while he put fingers between all
Jamie's toes, clenched, then spread them out wide. Jamie winced a tad, but not bad.
Spectator boy faces moved in tighter...it was getting real warm already in
this circle of boy heat. They were all 18 or 19. Now they watched Marty at the
center do his boy magic. He took each toe, starting with the pinky toe, and
picked at the toe nail first, making Jamie twitch and pull, but he held him fast.
Then he tongued, and then sucked in the little toe. He chewed around and
sucked hard, and Jamie whined deep down in his throat...wiggling.
                  A second boy, Del, sat on the end of the hassock with
Marty, and took charge of the other foot. This took tension off Jame's upper arms
and wrists, since now he was for all practical purpose, standing on the two
guys' knees.
                  A serf was slid on his butt under Jamie to commence boy
milking. All Jamie spooge was to be collected in a special open dish receptacle.
Serf's could suck Jamie, but could not swallow any prefuck or shootoff. All
was to be collected separately; precum and spit in one collector, pure cum in
another. Jamie would be milked constantly, when it did not get in the way of
play.
                 Jamie would remember the day in his tent when Mikey was
milked by him and all his buds. What fun that was! What fun indeed. He wondered
how much fun this was gonna be with him as the boy cow.
                 Cameras were on. The show was on wherever boys would gather
in the house.
                 A second serf was assigned to Jame's pussy crack. He
knee-straddled the milker boy, and began a tongue swab of Jamie's rear smile. The
circle of guys, so tight to the first actions, so hot, and getting
hotter...rubbing fly fronts...moistening their boxers one and all....watched as Brady,
Jamie's recruiter, released a length of tether, and let Jamie bend backward and
down till the boy's face was cock-level to Brady. As soon as Jamie's face was
able to see Brady's, the boy's cock slipped over his nose onto his lips. "Open
up, faggot....we gotcher dinner here," said Brady.
                  Jamie did as ordered, and Brady's sizable meat slid onto
his outstretched tongue and was sucked on in. Breaths all around them were
sucked in too. Jamie then gave everyone heart jolts, and short breath, when he
sucked and squirted the boycock back and forth on his tongue, buckling Brady's
knees, and bringing the boy up on his toes. Brady grabbed onto Jame's ears and
yanked him deeper onto his pumping prick. "Ohhhhhh!" he
wailed...."sooooofasssssst" Ohh, I didn't want to...so fast!" They all watched Jamie gulp down Brady's
shooting jizz. He had spent his first load of the day much faster than he
wanted....and was being moved out of and away from Jamie's gaping mouthcunt, for
more boys to be serviced. Three boys moved into place now, lowering the boy's
head further so one boy....buck naked, could step over Jamie's face, and feed
him his cock as he sat high on Jame's chest. A second dude stood behind, and
lay his balls over Jamie's face while he aimed for his maw.
                 Everyone was bareass now. Socks, boxers, jeans, sneaks were
everywhere around the room, separate and in piles.
                 Just to see if they could do it, 2 more guys moved in from
each side of Jame's head, and pressed their dicks to the corners of his mouth.
For a few seconds the cockheads of four boymeats were inside Jamie's mouth,
but it was not practical for now. They said, this would be great for party
ending cum dumpin' later, and pulled back. Meanwhile, 2 more guys had laid their
pricks into Jamie's cuffed hands, and without any direction, he just closed his
hands around them and held while they started humping into them. Then Jamie's
hands robotically began jacking both boys.
                 The guys waiting to joy Jamie moved their leaking boypuds up
against him...just wanting to touch their fiery leaky dicks to some part of
him. Some guys droozed their prefuck juice into his belly button. Others stuck
their peters in his  his nose, his hair, and in his ears, getting him to turn
his head into the soggy intruders like a little doggie being tickled. Marty
and Del were working their tongues up and down the soles of Jamie's feet now,
and causing him to jerk and pull and jump with every tickly tongue swipe.
                  The boys in his mouth were pumping crazy and giving the kid
the head banging of his life, and smashin' each other's dick trying to nut,
so bad....so NOWWWWWW!!!! Ohhhhhhh! And....gettin' off...so goooood! One guy
fell down altogether, spooin' his goo ever'where, while the other dude grabbed
onto the rope for balance and accidentally yanked Jamie's head and arms up a
foot, and his cock came flying out of Jame's mouth shootin' his teenjam all
over. Serfs dove to the cum shoot of their masters and licked it all up
immediately.

                  It all turned out fine, as it was 'training the faggot'
time, anyways. Brady took the rope and raised the fuckin' fagboy up to full
armwrenching stretch even to pulling the kid's feet from Del's and Marty's
drooling, suckling mouths, and his butt from the asshole sucking serf who had been
almost flat to the floor at his task. Jame was twisting around inside the tripod
off the floor....his toes trying to touch, but never quite reaching. The
milker boy was peaking and everyone glazed over as they watched the cute blond dude
shimmy and shake and jerk and dance at the end of the rope as his cock
reached the point of no return. Screeches were heard from staring boys, as Jamie
squealed his curdling cum call made all the more intense with the pain caused by
all his twitching around on his rope. A new serf moved in with the cum dish to
collect Jamie's spooge. It was like everyone was released to breathe
again.....some guys had actually gotten up on their toes in anticipation of the
impending herky-jerky boyshoot.
                  Brady put out an array of 'training' implements for the
collection of party dudes, closing in for the action. All were designed to do no
permanent damage, yet elicit the requisite cries and squeals of a young teener
enjoying his first bang-around.
                  Brady was funnin' as he picked up a sampling of the 'tools'
and ascribed them as to their purpose, getting jostled as the guys were
pushin' and shovin' to get their choice of fagbeater, and laughin' it up listening
to Brady's animated narrative.
                  There were old canvas sneakers, shower shoes, and various
lengths of rubber hose. Brady pulled out a bunch of whips, switches and belts
as well, which were only for 'light' use so as not to cause any welts, scars or
bleeding. Any dudes misusing 'toys' would be strung up themselves for
'funnin'.' Some of the guys had weak laughs at that...'cause they knew it was not an
idle threat...many a party player has been strung up in his time....

                  With all the horseplay, Brady had got down to business and
a big cheer went up, when Jamie made his first hanging jerk and twitch,
spinning 'round after Brady caught him with a 5 foot length of hose down the back of
his smoothe, pinky-white hairless thighs....whewww! He jerked up his legs
when Brady followed that smartly with a shot to the back of each knee, and the
achilles tendons. In a shocking burst of trainfire, Jamie was waled by no less
than seven different lengths of hose, front and back...both thighs were struck,
front and back, in an amazing rat-a-ta-tat-a-tat....with Jamie's confused
nerve endings not knowing which part of his body to jerk where. He ended up
actually spinning from the momentum of the multiple body shocks he took.
                   Cheers went up again when Jamie's prick stood up like a
brave little soldier and then there were roars when it took ten light
machine-gun raps on the standing underside from root to oozing cockhead with riding
crops manned by two dudes. The big cum tube underneath was so much more pronounced
when it glowed bright pink after the whip down. Everyone was rock hard for
action now and leaking on seeing Jamie's steely dick stand up ever harder with
the beating. The tops of his feet, the underside of his arms, his chest,
thighs, shins, calves and achilles were in constant fever from the whipping they
took. Three guys took sneakers, one in front on his knees, the others standing,
and pink-bellied Jamie till he begged them to stop. Then they really waled him.
Two others moved in behind and from their haunches, hand spanked them some
boy ass. He jumped forward...then back...then side-to-side, then around...ohhhh
it was reallllly somethin'.
                   They all moved away and the whips and hoses provided
another round of jerk-twisting fun for the kids to whip off to. God, could that kid
dance! With tears down his face, and cum droozing down his rock-hard dick,
Jamie sobbed and spasmed, turning ever so slowly around and back as the kids
took a break from their fevered, pent-up lust.

                   As Jamie's heaving body hung limp from his short tether,
Brady had his feet cuffed to the front legs of the tripod, with the soles up.
Ahhh, we know whut's comin' now....and in a series of quick light stinging
beatings from six boys wielding short handled single tongue whips, the huge great
room of the house echoed with the wailing sounds of a screaming Jamieboi whose
feetie bottoms, and soft-toe under cushions were stung again and again, as
they took on a brilliant pink hue, with every body jerk and ankle
yank....mannnnnn....the kids sitting underneath Jamie's twitching toytail were amazed
watching his pussy crease squeeze tight and release and over and over, his cheek
muscles tightening and bulging under his edible, dimpling globes. One kid said,
"Wow! Look at his sphincter sphincterin'."
                    His never-ending dick juice was dripping from the bottom
of his nut sack...a couple of serfs were stationed under there to catch the
drippings on their tongues. The other serfs were on the outside of the tripod,
on their knees naked and at attention awaiting any orders.
                    Jamie's steady rendering of, "Owowowowowowoww!' finally
ebbed and became nothing more than a silent sob now and again, when the jerking
boy body with pink belly and pink feet just turned slowly inside the sweaty
boy circle. The rest of his burning body had numbed from all the whippings he
took. Brady touched a spit wet finger to Jame's body and pulled his hand away
as if burned on a stove hissing, "Sssssssssss!"
                    The boy hung there beet red, and sweat soaked, when from
all around the room, only some 40 minutes since Marty took that first toe in
his mouth, a chant rumbled and rose like thunder...."Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck
him!" and on and on.
                    Brady's hands were up and calming the din, saying "No,
man...first we gotta have warmups, and battering ram, and then a special
performance....so cool it, and let's all get seated around the room fer the
introduction warmups."
                    The guys all moved to the chairs and sofas, while with
snap of his finger the 10 serfs went about untaching Jamie from his tether and
putting him in collar and leash, while they escorted him to each of the now 20
club members. The serfs did all the instructing'. "First, dickhead, you bows
yer head to the man front'a you, then kisses his cockhead, and sucks it into
yuh mouth. Then you wait til yur man raises his butt up and you tongue swipe his
nuts, then kiss his pucker. Jamie sat up on his haunches and took it all in,
turning his head slowly...all that naked boy flesh....hard cock, hanging
balls, and funky holes.
                     He was resigned to the frenzy, panic, pain,
numbness....and...
excitement of it all. And it was just beginning. He felt his still stinging
skins as he bowed his head to the first boy before him, kissed and sucked his
cockhead, licked his balls and kissed his hole. When he had done the entire
room, every dick was being jacked as the battering ram was set up. The serfs took
Jamie up like they were lifting a body stiffly onto a gurney, except his body
was belly down. There were two serfs on each leg, one on each arm, a belt
support was held by two serfs out from under his belly, a lead 'instructor' serf
was at his head, and the milker crawling on his back underneath. "Now hear
dis, rammerfag, you holds yer face up looking direckly at the dick in fronna yuh.
As each cock slides through yur lips, you takes a deep breath and opens that
pussy throat, and swallow you some big boy dong. We don't care about the
gawkin', squawkin', chokin', and gaggin'...just so longs you swaller all this here
meat. The guys were all stomping their bare feet making a loud paddy-smacking
rumbling around the room, like big bass drums building to crescendo, as Jamie
was rammed onto his first club boy cock...."Qwawwwwcch!" and everybody
cheered. The more the little fucker gagged, the more they liked it. They rammed him
back and forth on that first prick, in and out and "gawk!" and "awwk!" The
tears streamed from the kid's eyes.
                    They moved on to the next hard dicked dude, and this
pinky boy battering ram serviced him cock after hard and leaky cock all around the
room. While they were working on the seated members, three more dudes came
in, and the rammer boy was hustled right up to them to face fuck the boy
ramhole. Two of them were so crazed at the sight from the second they walked into the
room, that they couldn't control themselves and seeded the boy's tummy while
pulling his flushed red upturned sweat soppy face into their flys, ramming
their cocks right through his throat hole.
                    As it turned out, more than half the fuckers lost their
loads down Jamie's throat, during rammer jammin'.

                    It was soooo hot! The kids were horny devils waitin' for
Jamie, and anxious for the party all week....now they were fuckin' nuts
altogether. They were grabassin' each other, and some we're wanting to grab a serf
when they released Jamie back at the tripod on the hassock.
                    Brady directed that the boy's cuffs, ankle and wrist, be
linked and that the tether be retied to the trussed up pussyboi. He looked so
cute with his fingers and toes clenching and spreading alternately up in the
cone of the tripod. His pussyhole hung down a few inches above the
hassock...just enough room for a slender young boy fucker to slip under? Brady tested the
free-turning clamp and spun the boy 'round and 'round, smooth as you please,
twirling like a top. He called for a few more hassocks to be lined up in a row
under the boy.
                    "Ta-Dahhhh!" Brady tooted. "The time has camed," he
announced...."we is ready for da fuckin'. LET'S FUCK US SOME BOY!!!!" he yelled to
the wild cheers of everybody around the room. They jumped up and padded their
naked feet to the tripod, and the first one there, Troy, got dibs...proudly
sporting him a standing tool of some 7 inches of considerable girth. All smiles
and squeezing his drooling pud, Brady raised the tether, sat Troy on the
middle hassock, cushion under his head, and as the fucker boy looked up at the ever
turning toy cherub above him, he propped up his cock to target the fully
visible boy pussy. Brady called for the cum dish, the serfs liberally lubed Jamie
with his own milked jelly, and stepped aside, joining the other serfs kneeling
around the circle at attention. Brady manned the tether, and lowered Jamie's
shaved cunt to Troy's hot, moist poker. The serf had earlier worm holed Jamie
with an expert tongue, and had him more than primed for insertion...even given
the delay for the throat rammin' he took.
                    They all shivered as, "Ahhhhhhhhh," sighed from Troy's
lips as his cock sank through toyhole. Every boy in the room squeezed goo from
his prickhead lest he shoot his wad from excited lust at this building fuck
scene. "Eeeeemmm," whined Jamie as the shavetail hit Troy's curlies, and settled
deep onto his slender pylon. Jamie's body jerked when his hot spot was hit by
the fiery pump shaft. The kids got a preview of the boy jerkin' fun they were
gonna get the rest of the afternoon watching Jamie bounce on his tether with
the joys of each thrilling sensation driven from inside his pussyhole.
                    Brady set the boy spinning to Troy's building screams of
joy as the winding pussy gripped his cock from every side and 'round and
'round and omigod, his eyes rolled back in his head....but....but....that wasn't
all....Brady, master of the fuckabre, raised and lowered the tether holding the
whirling boy, providing the most fantastic of whirly fucks any of them had
ever seen.
                    Brady yelled into Jamie's face as it whizzed 'round,
"Tell us boyfag...tell us! You need it you l'il fuck! You just need the cock so
bad you'll take it anyway you can get it! Tell us, you fuck!"

                    The dizzy fuckpussy nodded his head in several directions
at once as he spun, "Y-ya--yeahhuh...fuck--uh---cock---ummmm----need
c-cuh-ock! Ohhh! Hafta ---nnnghuh----fuck---cock---uhhhhhh." They all cheered. They
loved it!!! Guys were slapping Brady on the back for his great find....wailin',
"We gonna have this fucker ever' day we can get his l'il ass!"
                    Troy meanwhile,  went out of his mind, screaming like a
banshee as he shot and shot, and with each up-and-down the boys could see the
spooge seep from around his pumping prong. How wild....how searing hot...to see
Troy humping up to catch the rising boy, then falling to the hassock with
that descending pussyboy ....over and over and then the aftercum sensitivity
drove Troy hysterically rolling out of Jamie, and off the hassocks to whimper in
tears and joy....a spasming fetal ball on the floor.
                    The serfs face dived the hassock, tonguing off ass-slick,
sweat and spooge. The rest of the boys watched holding their breath...well
almost all, even Brady didn't see Dean slip in under the fagboy cunt and yowl,
"Let the more fuckin' commence!"
                    Serf boys swooped to Troy's meat, and cleaned his matted,
cum-sticky cock hair and dick...tonguing up every last spoo dribble, before
carrying him to a seat along the wall. The guys started hooting, chanting, and
making  "whooshin'" sounds as the whirly boy whizzed 'round and 'round and up
and down fuckin' his pussyboycunt on Dean's shlkky-shlkk dick, over and
over.....and over......

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