Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2007 21:11:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: J Miller <mummyscurse@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Construction Dad part 8

This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse, incest, and
Dominant/submissive themes between adult males. If this offends you, is not
appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are not of legal age, do
not read it.  Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is
purely coincidental. If you like the story or have suggestions, comments
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My Construction Dad part 8

****Party at Tiny's House part 2****

	Buzzy gets on the floor beside me and feeds me shotguns of his
powerful weed, his lips locked firmly against mine, breathing in when I
exhale and then feeding it back to me. He keeps up this closed circuit till
I'm dizzy. Only then does he take another hit and feed me some more
smoke. By the time he's done my head is buzzing and I'm moaning and
thrashing on the floor, begging for cock.

	"Please, Louis Sir, fuck my ass," I say, fingering my hole. "Give
it to me hard and deep. Make me yell."

	I lift my legs to show off my hole with three of my fingers buried
deep. Louis pulls my hand away and thrusts two of his fingers in. "Goddamn,
Buzz! When's the last time you got off? His pussy is FULL of cum!" He adds
a third finger and twists them inside me. "Pussyboy's ass is still tight!
Tiny, how the hell you keep this boy so fucking tight, man?"

	"His Daddy taught him some exercises and don't let him have no cock
till he can squeeze tight," Tiny says. "Now fuckbitch keeps it good n'
tight all the time 'cause he knows nobody wants to fuck a loose, sloppy
cunt. Must be all that gymnastics he does too. Muscles snaps right back."

	"Gymnastics, huh? I bet the little bitch is flexible. Bet you could
twist him up like a goddamn pretzel and still fuck his ass." Louis puts his
hands behind my knees and pushes till I'm folded on the carpet, my feet
beside my head and ass pointed straight up in the air. His dark black face
hovers above me and the cross around his neck dangles in front of my
eyes. "Fuck yeah. Now THAT'S what I'm talkin' about!" This position puts
most of his weight on my legs and his body arched over my bent form, his
hard cock aimed right at my hole. He plants his cockhead right against my
ass-lips and says, "Kiss it with your pussy, bitch."

	I push out and give him a pussy-smooch with my hole and he responds
by pumping into me in one stroke and pulling back out just as fast. "Ya
like that, faggot?  Give my cock another kiss." We set up a rhythm, him
slamming into me hard then pulling out and then me kissing his cock with my
hole to thank him. Soon my head is rolling from side to side and I'm almost
keening with pleasure he's giving me with his cock. After about thirty of
these deep-dickings he pulls back and drags my suitcase over to him. "I
wanna hear this bitch really sing out. What kinda toys does the little
whore travel with?" He fishes around for a while and comes up with two
still-closed boxes with "Pleasure Rings" written on the side. He tears one
box open and pulls out a series of bumpy rubber rings connected by a thin
strip and then slides them down the shaft of his cock. He pulls the other
one out and slides it on too, positioning the top ring just behind the
bloated head of his cock until a knobby ring circles his shaft every inch
or so and his cock looks like a ribbed instrument of punishment. "Pleasure
Rings" is a misnomer; the guy wearing them might get something out of it,
but they promise a very rough ride for me. Louis lifts and pins my knees
again and gets his newly ribbed cock back in position.  "Look me in the
eyes and kiss my cock now, Pussyboy."

	I look up into his black smiling face and his eyes are avid,
watching me closely for the sign to pump that cruel weapon into my ass. I
try to push my hole out but my body won't respond to the commands because
I'm so afraid of what it will feel like. Louis' dark brown eyes stare into
mine as he watches me struggle to overcome my dread. A smile splits his
mouth and his white teeth gleam at me. He makes a hocking noise in his
throat and spits a mouthful of clear saliva onto my face. "I told you to
kiss my fucking cock with your cunt, faggot. You already got on my bad side
once. You don't want to get me pissed off or I'll put a real hurt on your
ass." I look up, searching for Tiny, hoping he'll stop this, but when I
find his face he's grinning down at me, waiting to see my expression when
Louis goes in. There won't be any help from him. Muscles trembling, I push
my hole out and open for the inevitable. At this half-hearted sign of my
submission Louis launches into my ass and starts reaming my ass out with
his tool. The sensation of the rings bumping into my hole is so
overwhelming and confusing at first that I can't even cry out. Each ring
popping in or out through my sphincter scrapes it like spikes but they also
massage my prostate like crazy till I'm not sure which is the more powerful
sensation, pain or pleasure. It takes me a while to realize that the crazed
ululating sounds ringing through the room are coming from me. I'm speaking
in tongues of pain and pleasure, crying and moaning at the same time,
rolling and twisting, torquing my body to get away. Louis continues to spit
onto my face as he torments me with his cock. "Open your mouth, faggot!" He
yells. Tiny's hands grip my head and holds it still and my mouth opens on
command, without any will of my own. A clear strand of bubbly spit drips
from Louis' mouth and dangles in the air above me before finally falling
loose and dropping into my mouth.

	Finally I find my voice. "Oh God please, Louis Sir, take it
out. Please take it out!"  His strokes get harder, meaner, till I'm begging
him for mercy and crying out every time he hits home. He buries himself
deep and grinds into me. "It's too big!" I cry.

	"It's too big!' He mimics back at me in a girlish voice. "You ain't
seen big yet, faggot. Tiny, shut the bitch up. Fuck his mouth." Tiny walks
closer on his knees but can't get close enough until Louis spreads my legs
wider and I am twisted over even more. He thrusts his cock into my mouth
but with all my weight on my shoulders and my neck bent like it is, he
can't get any deeper. He satisfies himself with milking his dripping
pre-cum into my mouth while Louis ravages my asshole.  Finally Louis rips
the tormenting cock out of my hole and holds it in position. "Beg for it
back in your cunt," he demands. I shake my head until Tiny grabs my hair
and forces me to nod. A quick slam-fuck and then Louis is out again, back
in position.

	"Please," I moan.

	"Please? Please do it again? Happy to, bitch," Louis says as he
slams into me again. He repeats this move over and over again until I find
myself pushing up to meet his thrusts as best I can even as I beg him to
stop. Tiny lets go of my hair and backs away, grunting as he turns so his
back is facing me. His buttocks lower until they're just above my face then
his big hands grip the cheeks and pull them apart before he settles the
rest of way down and his asshole is mashed against my lips. Caught like
this, barely able to breathe with my nose crushed against his taint, I eat
his hole with a fury while me moans above me. I use his ass as a
distraction, scrubbing my face against him to get even deeper and French
kissing his hole with my tongue, sucking at it and licking deep. Tiny
responds by rubbing his hole all over my lips and face before bring it back
so I can slurp at it some more. The whole time this is going on Louis
slam-fucks me with his cruel cock until every nerve ending in my body is
overwhelmed and I'm shaking uncontrollably.  Without warning I'm crying out
and digging into Tiny's hole at the same time, spraying cum into my shorts
yet again while Louis laughs. "Thought you didn't like it, bitch.  Thought
it was too big," he says, before pulling free and standing. Tiny lifts as
if he's going to stand then changes his mind, settling his hole on my mouth
again and allowing me to pleasure him for a while before finally raising
away.

	"Help me move that bar over here," Tiny says. "Can't fuck his
throat this way."  Tiny and Louis each grab an end of the short bar and
haul it to the middle of the room, where an African mask leers down at it
from the wall.

	"What the fuck's this thing made of, iron?" Louis asks.

	Tiny grabs the African cloth curtain that covers the bottom and
pulls the fabric away with the ripping sound of Velcro separating. When I
was mixing drinks I noticed that it wasn't a very convenient bar, with its
padded top that was difficult to balance glasses and bottles on and its
short length. Now I know why. It isn't a bar at all. The legs are black
painted four by fours with two by four cross braces to hold it
steady. Thick galvanized eyebolts hide underneath the padded top and a
storage bag at one end holds Bungee cords and leather straps. Leather cuffs
with buckles are mounted on all four legs, waiting for hands and feet. No,
this isn't a rec-room bar, it's a fuck-table built to keep a Pussyboy bound
in place and at the right height for a hard fuck at both ends.

	"Built it myself this week," Tiny says with some pride. He places
his big hands on the top and gives the table a shake. It doesn't move at
all. "That motherfucker ain't moving an inch and neither is the faggot on
it." He grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet, dragging me over to the
table. "I made it for the Pussyboy's Daddy. Kind of a housewarming gift for
the playroom he's puttin' together in his basement." Tiny looks at
me. "That's right, bitch. Your Daddy n' me are puttin' together a special
room just for you. I would say you're gonna love it, but I ain't so
sure. All I do know is you're gonna get your holes pounded all to Hell down
there."

	With barely a flex of his great arms, Tiny lifts me to the padded
fake leather tabletop on my back and moves me into position. A padded
bumper supports my neck, but my head drops over the side, my mouth at groin
level. A bumper at the other end supports and lifts my buttocks, placing my
hole at premium fuck height. With two Bungee cords Tiny binds me with my
arms held against my sides, crisscrossing the cords over me like he's
lacing a shoe. Next he lifts my legs up and back and buckles them into
place with a wide leather strap behind my knees till I'm folded up and
ready for deep- dicking at both ends.

	"Now try to get out of it, boy," Tiny says. I make a few feeble
twists against the bindings but that pisses him off. He raises his arm back
over his shoulder and gives my ass a powerful slap, the hardest he's ever
hit me, and my ass burns like it's on fire. When I cry out he says, "I told
you to try and get out of it, bitch! I wanna see if it'll hold you.  You
better be really tryin' or there's more where that came from." I start
fighting my bonds, pushing out with arms and legs against them, writhing
against the cords. I struggle and throw my head back and forth, kick with
my feet but I barely move at all. While I strain Louis approaches and
starts finger fucking me before pulling out and delivering a hand-slap to
my hole. I lift my head to see him and his cock is still hard, standing at
an angle from his torso like a knobby walking stick, bouncing with
excitement at the bounty of boy-pussy in front of him, strapped down and
ready for whatever he wants to dish out.

	I'm bracing myself for his entry but there's no way to prepare for
the thrust he gives me, slamming his thighs against my buttocks so hard I
jolt forward even though I'm bound tight. The only thing I can move is my
neck and that tightens and snaps up when he shoves his spiked cock in me at
once. "Damn. You, see the look his face?" Louis asks.  "It's gonna take me
forever to shoot with these rings all over my cock. Gonna fuck his cunt in
half before I get finished. C'mon, Tiny. Feed the bitch some cock."

	As soon as Tiny steps close my ingrained training takes over and my
mouth yawns wide automatically, ready for him to sheath his bull-cock in my
throat. Rather than launching in he just pops in the head and lets me nurse
it while Louis starts up a savage campaign against my asshole. I suck and
lick all over the head, trying to keep my focus there rather than the
continuing assault on my aching hole. Around the thick meat that connects
his groin with my mouth I see Buzzy, Tyrell, and Slim-Jim gather round to
watch these two use me in tandem. All three grope their cocks; Buzzy and
Tyrell rub their cockheads all over my sore nipples making the
still-attached bells move and jingle softly. When I hiss at the tugging
sensation on my newly pierced nips, Louis moans. "Oh FUCK!" he yells. "Keep
that up. His fuckin' pussy snapped down on me like a vice when you did
that."

	Buzzy and Tyrell place their long fat hogs on my pectorals, cover
them with their hands and start humping into the crevices they've
created. Tyrell must decide that humping my chest this way is too dry
because he pulls his cock away and spits on my chest several times then
smears it around with his mocha cock. Both men's cocks are pressed and
sliding across my hairless, shaved chest now and at each pump they bump
hard into the bells, pulling and pushing against my tender nipples. Each
time Buzzy slides past the bell on his side it gives it gentle push. On the
backstroke his fat cockhead snags the bell under the mushroom head and
pulls back hard. Tyrell hits the bell on his side head on. He wants it to
hurt. "Fucking white cumwhore faggot," he mutters. "Gonna fuck your bitch
ass UP! You're gonna get so much nigga cock shoved up your cunt you ain't
gonna walk for a fuckin' week!" The palest complected, Tyrell has a real
hard-on for hurting a white boy. He beats his uncircumcised dick against my
sore titty like a club, smacking it with his hard shaft.

	"MotherFUCK!" Louis yells. "This bitch's ass is suckin' and chewin'
on my cock! His asshole is BEGGIN' for another load of cum!" He slows down
his fuck-speed considerably, until I can feel each knobby ring pass through
my sphincter and rub across my prostate.

	I don't know how to describe it. This incredible mix of pain and
pleasure breaks over me. My nipples have been pierced and now they're being
beaten with hard erections.  Louis is fucking my ass raw with his ringed
cock and enjoying my groans of pain. Yet my cock is hard as stone and I
feel more intensely alive than ever. My prostate is riding the roadbumps on
Louis' cock, tingling with pleasure. Tiny's cockhead fills my mouth,
dripping viscous pre-cum by the mouthful. I latch onto it with my mouth and
moan for more, sucking hard on the huge hunk of meat. Tiny presses in a bit
and pushes his piss slit against my esophagus, plugging my throat.

	"You wanna eat some cock, bitch?" Tiny asks. I moan and nod my
head. "You want me to fuck your mouth with my big cock? Shove it in and
give that clit in your throat a workout?" I suck harder and moan in
answer. "If I give it to you, are you gonna give in and let me train you up
right? You gonna stop asking questions and take orders like the Pussyboy
faggot we both know you are?" I moan 'uh-huh' around his cock and smack my
lips around his thick shaft, sucking and drooling to tell him I agree. "I
don't know if I can trust you," Tiny says. "I wanna hear it outta your own
mouth. Tell me how bad you want me to fuck your throat, bitch. Tell me the
only lip you're gonna give me when I give you an order is gonna be on my
asshole or my hog." He presses into me like he's going to finally penetrate
deep but at the last moment whips his rod out of my mouth and spanks my
lips and face with it. "Tell me all about it, faggot. Tell me how good
you're gonna be and then you can show me."

	I look at his massive meat upside down and lick and smack my lips
loudly.  "Please, Sir. Fuck my faggot throat. Give it all to me. Choke me
with it, cum in me, piss in me, just give me your cock." A wave of
sensation runs through from the attention to my asshole and nipples but it
feels incomplete. I need Tiny's bull balls against my nose, my lips
stretched wide around his thick shaft to make it whole. "Please,
Tiny. Please Sir.  Fuck my mouth. Oh please, Sir, I need your cock in my
throat so bad. Fuck my mouth like a pussy. Gag me with your big dick,
Sir. Please."

	Tiny obliges me by stepping forward and brutally shoving his cock
into my throat then pulling it free, streams of mucus still connecting it
to my lips. "Mmm-MMM!" he says, ignoring the coughing fit I'm having from
his sudden assault. "That the kinda throat-fuckin' you need, Pussyboy? You
need a good, hard, face slammin' fuck thrown down your neck? Huh, Bitch?"
He slams forward again, still giving me just over half of his log. He grabs
my ears and pumps my face hard a few times before pulling his dripping tool
out my mouth and smearing my throat juices over my lips, cheeks, and
nose. "You want some more?" He asks. I nod my head frantically. "Well you
ain't gettin' it again till you tell me about what a good Pussyboy you're
gonna be. D'you accept that you're pussy now, pussy to be trained and used
for a man's pleasure? You got two Masters now, faggot. Me n' your Daddy own
your holes. Tell me you accept that and I'll fuck your mouth."

	"Tyson," he says, surprising me with the use of my name, "this
ain't no joke. You say 'yes' and you'll get what you want right now, but
you're also saying you're gonna give me what I want, when I want it, for a
long time after that. After that, 'no' isn't in your vocabulary anymore and
neither is 'stop' or 'take it out'. You say 'yes' and you ain't nothin' but
a Pussyboy fuckbitch from then on out. One hundred percent fuckmeat that
gives up his holes at the snap of a finger." To sign his side of the
contract, Tiny dribbles and smears pre-cum over my lips.

	The heady smell of his cock and pre-come have me delirious, but I
know that this is an important step. Most of what he says are things I
already do. I have yet to say no to a hard prick, though occasionally I've
offered some token resistance. What he's demanding is blanket permission to
use my body as he wishes and I forfeit the right to refuse. I don't have to
think long. Some part of me already gave that permission a long time ago.

	"Yes Sir, Mr. Bulworth Sir," I say, using his real name to make it
official. "I am your Pussyboy, Sir, fuckmeat ready for your training and
use."

	With that short statement I sign my will over and Tiny fucks into
my mouth again, shoving hard until his balls are too close for my eyes to
focus on and my lips are pulled taut and sore. His only comment about the
gagging noises from me as I try to adapt to the monster inside my throat
is, "Yeah. Choke on it, bitch. That feels fucking great!" He fucks my face
hard and deep, using the battering ram between his legs to pry my jaws
wider until his huge balls batter my nose and eyes each time he thrusts
in. My breathing isn't his concern and he stays deep in my esophagus until
I begin to choke again. "Drown on it, faggot," he says. He leaves it in a
while, savoring the cock-massage he getting from my spasming throat. He
pulls back just far enough for me to suck in a quick gasp of air before he
pegs me deep again. In this way he teaches me to take his piston-thrusts as
he gives them to me, to defer my own needs to those of his cock, to have
his pleasure foremost in my mind. Soon my neck muscles stop straining and
my head droops loosely over the side of table, reduced to nothing but a
fucktube for men to use. "Oh yeah, cocksucker. Take it deep." He grinds and
sets me to choking again. "Yeah, that's right.  Gag on it. Milk my fuckin'
cock."

	I have entered a zone where all sensation is combined and my head
is expanded.  Slim-Jim has even entered the game now by fucking into the
crevice created between my folded thighs and waist. Buzzy and Tyrell are
still rubbing and beating their cocks on my nips and chest. All five men
are using my body for their pleasure and each keeps up a running commentary
of insults and demands. Their words fill my consciousness, blending into a
cacophony of sex and submission. My submission, that is. "Squeeze me with
that hot pussy," Louis says, immediately followed by Tyrell's grunted,
"That's right, white boy, you're the one with a Master now." Buzzy talks to
me like a lover, saying, "That feel good, baby?" as he and his friends use
me. Slim-Jim contributes just moans until he pipes up with, "Goddamn. Look
at the faggot's neck. You can see Tiny's cock goin' in."

	Tyrell and Buzzy each put a hand on my throat and squeeze
lightly. "Jesus. I can feel you fuckin' him, man," Buzzy says.

	"Wonder if I can feel Louis?" Tyrell asks and presses down hard on
the piece of abdomen between my folded legs. His fingers sink deep till
they hurt and Louis picks up the pace again, reaming my hole out with his
studded drill. "Oh fuck," Tyrell says. "I can.  I can feel you fuckin' his
ass, Louis. You too, Tiny. I can feel both of you pumpin' the faggot full
of meat." His breathing speeds up and becomes gasps. "Oh shit, man. I'm
'bout to shoot."

	"Shoot it on my cock," Tiny says without breaking his fuck-rhythm
into my face.  "I wanna feed it to him while I'm fuckin' his mouth." When
Tyrell shifts and starts to yell, Tiny withdraws enough for him to coat the
top of his fat log with thick splashes of cum like icing on a cake before
screwing back into me and feeding me the load. Slim-Jim is the next to go
and they feed me his load in the same way. Buzzy lets go without warning
and it feels like someone has tossed a bowl full of hot lotion on my face,
he shoots so much. Lots of it hits Tiny's cock too, though, and my mouth is
filled with the herbal taste of Buzzy's jism. I swear it tastes of weed. I
feel the cock in my throat swell and pulse when Tiny shoots and he pulls
out at the last moment to spray my face with his cum. When he's done
dumping his seed on me he pops his cock in for cleaning. The other three
follow suit while Louis is still banging my ass.

	"Tiny," Louis grunts. "You mind if I call my driver in to get a
piece of this? If you wanna get this bitch trained, you oughta have ole
Jonny take a crack at his ass. Gotta be his ass 'cause Jonny ain't never
been sucked. He's too fuckin' thick for that, but he can sure put a hurtin'
on a pussy."

	"Sure. Why not?" Tiny says. "I got my nut and that'll still leave
the faggot's mouth for the other guys when they get here. Go ahead and give
him a call."

	"Buzz, hand me my phone," Louis commands. "Slim, lift the bitch's
head so I can see his face." Slim grabs me by the hair and holds my head
up. The cum that was dripping into my hair reverses direction and starts
running down my face. I catch what I can on my tongue and roll it around my
mouth, savoring its flavor on my taste buds.  Tyrell holds a thin cell
phone to his ear, still pumping in and out of my hole and watching
me. "Jonny, it's me. Naw man, everything's cool. No trouble. Listen,
man. How'd you like to take a ride on a prime piece of boy-ass? I got it
all hot and tenderized for ya'. Shit.  Ain't nothing but a tight hole right
in the middle of a sweet bubble butt. The faggot's Daddy started him out on
cock and now he's a fuckin' cumslut. Yeah, he can take you.  I'll lay money
on it. In fact, why don't you bring your kit in? I think Pussyboy here
needs the full treatment." Louis snaps the phone closed, cutting off the
call. He spits a wad of saliva on my face. "I've been holding off,
bitch. If I wanted to, I could fuck your ass all night, but you got company
coming. Big company. I oughta dump my load all over your face, but you're
gonna need all the lube you can hold to take Jonny-boy up your cunt.  Thank
me, boy. Thank me for greasin' up your pussy with my ball juice." He picks
up speed again and really starts laying the meat to me. "Beg for it," he
commands.

	"Please, Sir, shoot it in me" is all I get out before he's yelling
over top of me and his studded pole jumps inside, spraying my anal walls
with a thick coat of his hot sperm.  He keeps pumping his seed into me
while the doorbell rings and Tiny goes to answer it.

	"You better hope I don't get in the mood again, faggot." Louis
says. "After I shoot once, it takes me a long time to get my nut a second
time. A LONG time." Holy shit. He's been fucking me for what seems like
hours already, though the clock shows he's only been at it for forty
minutes. I don't want to know what he considers a long time.  Louis finally
pulls free of my hole and walks around to my head. "Now clean my cock off."
The rings won't go past my lips, so at least I'm spared the hard nodules
down my throat. I clean all I can from his tumescent rod with my tongue
before he takes the Pleasure Rings off and I suck cum and ass juice off the
whole length. Multiple voices enter the room. The next shift has
arrived. "My man Jonny is gonna put your pussy in traction for a week,"
Louis tells me. "Your hole is gonna be so raw and tender afterward that
fuckin' it is gonna be pure Delight! Sore pussy is the best damn ride of
all, bitch, and you're gonna have you a real sore pussy soon."

	I hear a hand clap against solid flesh. "Have at him, Jonny," Tiny
says. "Bitch got another party next weekend to introduce him to some of the
construction crew, so don't tear him up too bad. I want his hole nice and
tight for that."

	"Man," an unfamiliar voice says, "I don't normally have nothin' to
do with no boy-ass, but I see now why y'all so hot on this one. Pretty as a
girl and that red hole between his legs sure do look invitin'. Get 'im up
off that table. Faggot's gonna help me get ready to pound his ass. Give him
somethin' to look forward to."

	Slim and Buzzy unstrap me from the table and help me to my
feet. I've been bound and folded for so long that at first I can't support
myself, so they each grab an arm to hold me up. They turn me around so I
can get my first look at this new man, Jonny.

	There's no two ways about it. He's big. Though not quite as tall as
Tiny's 6'8", he's tall and has the exaggerated muscles of a bodybuilder. I
can tell that even through his clothes. I try to get a look at the meat
Louis has been bragging about but his pleated pants hide it too well,
though even with pleats his bulge fills the crotch. His face reminds me of
somebody but at it takes a while for me to place it. With his build, shaved
head, wide, flat nose and milk chocolate complexion, he looks like the
actor that was in "The Green Mile" with Tom Hanks. He grins in my
direction, exposing a gap between his front teeth, but I know better than
to mistake it for kindness. He's grinning because he's just been given
carte blanche to fuck a pretty white boy any way he wants. He drops the
soft- sided overnight bag he's carrying onto the floor.

	He steps closer to me and says, "Boy's got some big ole suckin'
titties on him. I'll say that for 'im. How ya' get these fuckin' bells
off?" He reaches up and pulls at one of them, drawing a flinch and a hiss
from me. Buzzy steps in and removes them because Jonny's blunt, rough
fingers can't reach the small clasps. As soon as he's done Jonny bends over
and takes my left nipple between his thick lips and begins to suck and pull
on it. It's a good thing that I'm still being supported because the pain
and pleasure that's running through me would surely drop me to my knees. He
brings his teeth into play and bites them, moving from side to side until
my hisses and groans are loud and drawn out in the room and my asshole,
still tender from Louis' rough fuck, tingles and feels empty and in need of
filling.

	"You oughta see what the faggot's hole is doin', Jonny-boy," Louis
says.  "Pussyboy's cunt is hot to get fucked. His snatch is CHEWIN' back
here, lookin' for a hard dick to fill him up!"

	Jonny takes a nipple in each hand and squeezes till I throw my head
back and suck my lungs full of air. The men supporting me let go of my arms
and I drop to the floor like deadweight, pinching fingers never leaving my
nips. Finally he takes them away and starts cuffing my head with light
blows, rocking it from side to side.

	"You got this bitch drugged?" He asks, cupping a hard hand around
the back of my head and pulling me into his stuffed groin.

	"Shit, no," Tiny says. "He got a little booze and smoke in 'im, but
that's it. That boy's a fuckin' cockwhore down to the bone, gets high on
gettin' dicked. He might piss n' moan 'bout what you do to him, but he
fuckin' loves it. Shoots in his goddamn shorts and begs for more."

	Jonny rubs my face over his packed groin with workout-calloused
hands, humping my face. "Gonna see soon if he can take it," he says. "Boys
ain't never been my thing, but I wanna see this pretty white bitch ride my
hog. I'm gonna split his hole so wide you can drive a bus through it."

	He steps back and starts to take his clothes off. His jacket goes
first and that exposes an empty leather gun holster strapped to his
side. This man isn't merely a driver.

	"Oughta left your rig in the damn car," Louis says.

	"Hey. I was out there happy as a goddamn clam, thinkin' 'bout Halle
fuckin' Berry. You the one got me here in a hurry, offerin' up some pussy,"
Jonny says, not deferring at all. His fingers dance down his white cotton
shirt, undoing it and spreading it wide. His pectoral muscles are like
grapefruits and his nipples point to the floor. He looks at me. " Don't get
me riled up. Pussyboy don't want to see me riled up." He strips his shirt
off, exposing muscles like cantaloupes on either side of his neck. "So what
do you want me to do? Hurt the bitch?" Jonny asks.

	"Bitch likes to be hurt," Tiny says. "But don't leave no marks."

	"Long as you don't consider a stretched out pussy a mark, you n' me
ain't gonna have a problem," Jonny says, shucking his pants. "I ain't
worried 'bout him bein' tight.  They all tight."

	After all this buildup, I'm disappointed when Jonny exposes
himself. Don't get me wrong, he's thick and long, but I was expecting
more. His shaft is definitely a two- hander, too big for my mouth, but I
can take it up my ass. In fact I'm looking forward to it.

	"Soon as he seen it, bitch blew you a kiss with his hole," Louis
says from behind me.

	"Don't know what he's askin' for, then," Jonny says, picking up the
leatherette bag. He pulls out a large clear plastic tube, closed on one
end. He reaches in again and hands me something that looks like a small
bicycle pump. "He ain't seen it big yet."

	He crams his fat cockhead in my mouth and my lips lock around
it. His rocket- shaped shaft is too thick to go in but he wraps a hand
around the back of my head and crams anyway. "Damn," Jonny says. "Sure as
shit wish I could get it down his throat. I'd love to see them puffy
porn-whore lips o' his stretched 'round my hog. You ever get this faggot's
jaw opened up enough to take me, you give me a call."

	"Don't matter none, though. He gonna help me pump it up, then I'm
takin' the bitch for a ride." I lick at his shaft while he connects the
hose from the pump in my hands to the clear plastic tube, big as a small
aquarium in my hands. "I'm gonna put a hurt on that fuckin' pussy," he
says. I start to pull away but he pops the head back in and tells me to be
still. I'm on my knees looking into his eyes when his bladder lets go. He's
looking right into my eyes as he pisses in my mouth. I clamp my lips around
his cockhead and drink until his stream slackens and stops. "Ain't ya' glad
I didn't waste that out in the grass, boy? Glad I saved that load of piss
for ya'?"

	As soon as I nod, Jonny lifts me to feet and turns me
around. There's at least three new guys in the room watching but before I
can take their details in, Jonny bends his knees and then straightens,
sending that fat fucker up my ass. After that all I can see is the textured
surface of the ceiling as my head snaps back and I pant out sharp breaths
through my wide-stretched mouth. Buzzy and Louis have already tenderized my
ass and made the nerve-endings sensitive and raw, so Jonny launching his
thick meat-monster into me overwhelms my senses. He grips my hips hard with
his weightlifter's hands and gives me a dozen hard pumps before slapping my
ass cheeks hard and pushing me off. He spins me again and forces me back to
my knees in front of his glistening, cum-coated cock.

	"Hand me that," he says, pointing at the Plexiglas tube laying on
the floor. He takes it from me and inserts his shaft into it then hands me
the pump. "Get to work, faggot. You keep lookin', too. You pump that baby
up and start thinkin' 'bout how it's gonna feel inside you."

	I start pulling the handle back and forth. The pump works in
reverse of a tire pump; pulling back on the handle creates a vacuum and
Jonny's cock starts to expand in the plastic chamber. As I keep working the
mechanism I feel someone approach me from behind and warm breath brings
goosebumps to my neck.

	"Your cunt's lookin' awful empty back here, Pussyboy." Tiny
says. His arm goes around me and I see that he's holding my biggest dildo,
the one I think of as the ass- buster. He withdraws it behind me and I feel
the big rubber head against my ass-lips.  "Now get it in ya'," he says,
"and ride it while you get Jonny here ready." He places the base of the
rubber ass plunger on the floor and when I settle down a bit my hole
spreads over the exaggerated head. I'm not getting it inside me fast enough
for Tiny though, because he reaches around and pushes down hard on my
thighs, sinking it in. "Now fuckin' ride it deep and keep your hole ready
for what's comin' next."

	I ride the rubber rod and keep looking at Jonny's rod expanding
inside the vacuum. My breathing is fast and I pump until the shaft fills
the tube. He holds it in place and fucks into it, masturbating his
grotesquely bloated cock "Look at it, boy," he says.  "Gonna put the whole
thing up your ass and give you a fuckin' you won't never forget."  The
long, broad tube, thick as a large can of peaches from the grocery store,
is now packed with Jonny's suction-expanded dick.

	"Damn. Look at him go!" Slim-Jim exclaims behind me. "Now that hole
is fuckin' hungry to get pumped!"

	I catch myself bouncing on the big dildo, riding its length almost
all the way to the floor while I lick the plastic channel that Jonny's
pumping into. The heat of his cock has warmed the plastic and I kiss and
stroke it with my tongue as if he can feel it, rub my face against it,
moaning deep in my throat. The sound shocks me, it's so feral and
desperate.

	Jonny backs away from me and slides the tube all the way down
before rolling a thick black elastic band from the bottom onto the base of
his rod and stretches it under his balls. He slides the whole contraption
off and stands there with his groin thrust forward, watching my
reaction. Even with his bodybuilder's physique the pumped cock sticking out
is freakish, like a manipulated photo or a porno drawing. The shaft has
become stretched and bizarre, inhuman and impossible, and Jonny plans to
fuck me with it. Part of me wants it, wants it bad. Another part, the sane
part I guess, is terrified of the dripping thing bobbling in front of
me. Jonny grins at me, feeding off the look of fear on my face, and steps
forward again, gripping my hair and stabbing at me with his mutant rod as
if there is even the remotest possibility it would go in my mouth. Even the
head is too distended to pass my lips now. The sensation is like being
punched in the face by boneless muscle, solid and flexed.

	"Just wanted you to get a good look at it first, faggot," he
says. His hold on my hair tightens and lifts, bringing me to my feet, the
thick rubber dildo rising with me until gravity starts to slide the heavy
thing out of my already well-pounded asshole. Finally it falls free with a
slurp and bounces on the floor before rolling away. Its size pales in
comparison to the THING Jonny now carries between his thighs. Calloused
hands turn me around and start to bend me over.

	Fear overtakes me. So far everything that I've done, even taking
Louis' ringed and studded cock and being used by multiple men, has been,
well...somehow normal to me. Sometimes late at night I surf the internet
looking at porn websites and some of the things I've seen there- men taking
vast dildos up their ass or getting fisted- seem more like the province of
freaks. I like to look at the pictures and the video clips, but their
appeal has remained a hidden fantasy for me, not something I ever planned
to try. That night in the porn shop, Tiny waved a gargantuan dildo in my
face and I was repelled.  With his suction apparatus Jonny has turned his
cock into something almost that size and plans to put it inside me.

	Tiny is there in front of me and I grab his corded forearms. I look
into his brown eyes and appeal to him. "Tiny," I say, "I can't do
this. Please don't make me do this.  I'll...I'll jack Jonny off and drink
his cum but this won't work."

	No mercy interrupts the stern look on his face. "Oh, you're gonna
jack him off alright, faggot," Tiny says. "You're gonna jack him off with
that pussy between your legs." He pulls me close and lifts me into the
air. Instinctively my arms go around his thick neck and my legs grip his
torso like a vine, his stiff cock rubbing my hard-on through my cum-soggy
fuck-shorts. He supports my weight in his hands, long thick digits crawling
over my buttocks until two fingers from each hand penetrate me and start
pulling my hole wide open.

	Hot breath tickles my ears as he whispers words straight into my
brain. "'Member what you agreed to earlier, Pussyboy? You don't get to say
'no' anymore. I decide what you're gonna take and I think you can do
this. Naw. That ain't right. What I'm tellin' you is you're GONNA take it,
even if I got to hold you down. Now make it easy on yourself and accept
that and I'll help you. Fight me on it and you'll lose, but one way or
another Jonny's bangin' your bitch ass with that fat hog you helped him get
ready. And I wanna watch you take it."

	"Know why your Daddy asked me to train you?" Tiny's relentless
voice continues. "Cause we gotta get you ready for your summer job. Yard
fuckhole, construction worker cum-dump- that's your job now. You gonna be
workin' with tools, alright. That construction crew is gonna fill your box
FULL of tools. Pussyboy bitch with a hole at each end, ready to serve any
man that wants to drop a load in you. That's what you ARE now."

	Against my will, Tiny's words excite me and I start to hump against
him, rubbing against his big prong. He surprises me by covering my lips
with his own and kissing me deep, something he's never done before. Soon
his focus shifts and it's no longer a kiss but a determined tongue-fuck of
my mouth and he thrusts into me over and over while I suck his tongue. My
hips rock faster and grind against him, his sunken fingers still pulling my
hole wide. He pulls his mouth away and speaks over my shoulder. "Bitch is
ready. Go for it, man. Show that cunt of his who's boss." Tiny's fingers
slide from my ass and grip my buttocks, pulling them open. Using his
forehead as a prod he moves my shoulders back, my legs still clinging, and
looks into my eyes. "Stay right there," he says.  "I wanna see your face
when he goes in."

	Jonny spanks my hole with his swollen shaft several times before
centering the tip and pressing hard. I keep my eyes on Tiny, as he told me
to do, so I feel more than see one of his legs step back and form a brace
against the force that Jonny's applying to my backside in an effort to push
in. In my peripheral vision I see the faces of the other men gather round
to witness my penetration by this monster cock. I groan out senseless
'Uhhhh' sounds as the pressure increases and Tiny starts to push back. My
hole starts to give way, to begin spreading for the invader, negotiate its
entrance. My cries grow lounder and it feels as though a fist is pushing
straight through me, though my sphincter hasn't yet accepted Jonny
inside. "MMM. I love seein' your face like this, faggot," Tiny says. "Oh
yeah, baby. Twist that face up and take that big cock." He presses me
forward even harder.

	"Somebody get in my bag and get the bottle in the bottom," Jonny
says. I hear scrambling, then Buzzy appears over Tiny's shoulder unscrewing
the lid from a small brown bottle. He reaches to me and holds the bottle
under one of my nostrils while holding the other closed with his thumb. I
know from my Internet reading what 'poppers' are but I've never tried
them. I take a tentative sniff. They smell of fingernail polish remover or
magic markers.

	"Take a bunch of deep hits, baby," Buzzy says to me. "It'll help
open you up."  His face carries concern and I trust him, so I suck the
fumes deep in my lungs as he moves them from side to side under my
nose. Before withdrawing completely he holds them for Tiny while he sucks
them in too. I don't know what to expect, but almost immediately my
heartbeat increases and I can feel the veins in my head pulsing hard and I
start to feel dizzy and vague. Peripheral vision starts to blur next, until
Tiny's eyes are all that I really see and it feels like there is an
intimate bond between us that connects us closer than we've ever been
before. The pressure between my legs is still there but has become
pleasant. Suddenly it's gone from something I fear to something I want. I
keep my eyes locked on Tiny and press back with my buttocks, unlocking
muscles that until then I didn't even know I had clamped down. My gaze is
locked on Tiny's pupils as he watches my face for signs and his grin gets
bigger and bigger was my hole is opened and spread from behind. My eyes
snap open when my ass-lips finally give way and Jonny's cock splits them
wide and begins to sink inside me. I suck in breath to give out a yell but
Tiny's lips cover mine again and cut it off before it finds voice. His
tongue plugs my mouth and smothers it completely. Stretching, tearing pain
rockets up through my body and feels like it's shearing the top of my head
off, but still I suck his tongue like it's a cock while I keen deep in my
throat.

	"Oh shit, I'm in," Jonny moans. "That's some tight fuckin'
pussy. Give the faggot more o' them poppers." Immediately Buzzy is there
again holding the little bottle in front of me, watching me, awed at what
I'm taking inside me, while I huff the fumes down through my nose and
mouth. Once again warmth spreads through me and I push my ass out, present
it for deeper penetration by Jonny's distorted prong. Before the rush
dissipates I feel his solid pecs and his cut abs against my back. I reach
down and cup his big balls in my hands while he slowly rocks his plunger
back and forth inside me. I'm thankful that he's taking his occupation of
my ass slow and easy. "What's it feel like, baby?" Jonny asks. "Tell
Jonny-boy what that pumped^Öup fucker feels like up your ass."

	"Jonny, it feels...amazing," I groan.

	Tiny laughs. "Same damn thing he said when me and his Daddy went up
his cunt at the same time. Takes a while to work him up to it, but this boy
dearly loves something big in his ass. Real big." They walk with me
sandwiched between them and Tiny eases my arms and legs from around him. He
lifts me gently onto the padded fuck-table and leaves me laying there with
my legs hanging over one end, Jonny firmly planted inside me.

	"Help me turn him over," Jonny says. "I wanna see his face." Hands
grab my ankles while others support my torso to keep me from rolling off
the table and they roll me onto my back. The achingly tight fit between
Jonny's cock and my hole as they turn me leaves me panting and
gasping. Jonny gives me his gap-toothed smile and grips my ankles, pulling
them apart like a wishbone. His strokes get longer and speed up a little.
"Lookit his face. Faggot is fuckin' groovin' on my pussy-pounder! Goddamn
drunk on it!" The feeling is indescribable to me, painful, warm,
pleasurable, stretching, tight, so invasive that the only thing that could
be more intimate is if Jonny held my heart in his hands while it beats in
my chest. It strikes me that the name-calling and slapping, the spitting
and insults were all to get me to this point, to break me down until I
could take this freakish cock inside me, to reduce me to a wide open cunt
with no thought but to serve. I'm still uncomfortable with my ass being
called a pussy or a cunt because I am not a woman nor do I want to be but,
through steady increases of pain and pleasure, these men have taken me once
again to a place where I am completely receptive to them and their
cocks. Their aggressive desires have become my pleasure and satisfying them
with my body is my only thought.

	"Fuck my cunt, Jonny," I moan out. "Screw my faggot pussy and give
me your load." His pace picks up and I roll me head from side to side,
looking at the bounty of hard black cocks hovering over my face. I grip one
at random and clamp down on it with my mouth, before grabbing hold of two
others and masturbating them best I can. I move from cock to cock with my
mouth, sucking and moaning around them.

	"Oh man, he's grabbin' onto my fuckin' cock!" Jonny says. " I think
he's 'bout to shoot. Pull those shorts down. I wanna see him cum." Deft
fingers roll down the lycra shorts until my own hard dick is exposed, my
shaved groin soaked with the loads I've shot before. A hand lifts my meat
and angles it away from my body and that small touch is enough to send me
over the edge. Splashes of my own semen hit my face like hot rain while
Jonny bellows above me like a gored animal, pulsing and dumping his own big
wad inside me. We rest there panting for a long time before Jonny gently
slides out of me. Both of us gasp as if we're having something vital
removed from us when he pulls free from my hole with an audible pop and our
intimate connection is broken. "Baby, you are a fuckin' PRIME piece of
ass," Jonny says and I receive it like the best compliment I've ever had.

	Louis takes his place between my legs and examines my hole. "Now
THIS is what a fucking slut-pussy oughta look like," he declares. "Loose,
sloppy, and drippin' with cum." He gives me an open-handed slap between my
legs and I groan with satisfaction. I feel his fingers against the opening
and give out a yelp when his whole hand disappears inside me and my
sphincter wraps around his forearm. He laughs when I cry out in joy from
the massaging and prodding of his fingers. "Pussyboy likes bein' a hand
puppet," he says. He twists his hand inside me and removes it dripping with
the multiple loads I've taken before inserting his fingers into my mouth
for cleaning. He does this multiple times before declaring, "Listen up,
men. It's party time. He ain't got it in him to say 'no' to anything. He's
wide open and ready for business. Line forms to the back of me."

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	Tiny and I barely speak on the drive back to my house the next
afternoon. I lean in the seat on one butt cheek, keeping as little pressure
as possible on my aching hole. I lean my head against the glass and watch
the scenery go by, my mind filled with a running loop of scenes from last
night and today. I feel as though I'm in shock, both mentally and
physically, and I didn't get any sleep last night. I've been fisted and
double- fucked, bound and spanked, and I crawled back for more.

	 Not everyone stayed over but some did and just when I'd think I'd
been forgotten and had time to rest, a hand would slap my ass or grab my
hair and it was time to get in position again. This morning at 4AM when the
house was dark and finally my thoughts had quieted down enough for me to
doze off Tyrell roused me off the floor as if he'd set an alarm to keep me
awake, demanding oral sex and a rough fuck that set my burning hole aflame
again. Finally finished, he put a vibrator in me with an "X" of duct tape
across my buttocks to keep it held deep while it buzzed and rumbled in my
guts. He went back to bed and told me to get breakfast started, making sure
that I knew exactly how he liked his coffee.

	Tiny was up soon after and he sent me to wake the sleepers and
offer them my mouth to assist with their morning hard-ons. It turned out to
be full service and I took care of their distended bladders too. Louis
pulled me into his bed and removed the vibrator from my hole and replaced
it with his cock. As soon as he dumped his load in my ass he pissed inside
me too and said, "Take that to the bathroom for me." After that he rolled
over and went back to sleep.

	When I dressed to go home I discovered a pale blue linen envelope
with ten hundred dollar bills in it and Louis' cream-colored, embossed
business card. A note inside says, "Call the number on the back of my card
if you ever need anything. L."  Sitting here, I turn the card over and over
him my hand, thinking about what it reads, "Louis L. LaRouche, Pastor,
Tradeways Baptist Ministries." I thought he was a gangster or a
drug-dealer, something like that. I would have never guessed that the man
who enjoyed fucking me so much with his studded cock was a preacher.

	"You all right over there?" Tiny asks.

	"Yeah. I'm OK," I say. "Tiny, was Louis in prison with you?"

	"Pastor Louis? Hell no. I know him from there, though. His church
has got an outreach program in the state pen." His voice breaks into a
chuckle on the word 'outreach'. "He used to spend a lot of time ministering
to that cell-block Pussyboy I told you 'bout." This makes him laugh
outright.

	"Yeah. I bet he did," I say. "He gave me his card. And some money."

	"He took a real shine to you, Pussyboy. You hold onto that card,
cause his number's the one you want to call if you ever get in trouble and
need some help. I don't mean for no speedin' ticket either. Ole Louis has
got connections all the way up to the Governor, so you use that if you're
in a real jam. He asked me if you could drop by his office sometime for
some private counseling. I told him that was up to your Daddy. And don't
worry 'bout that money none. Consider it a tip for a job well done."

	With those words I go from being a slut to being a whore.

	He sighs heavily "Listen, Ty. If wearin' those nipple rings really
bothers you, show 'em off to your Daddy then take 'em out 'fore you go to
school."

	I smile at him. I know it's weak looking, but it's all I can manage
in my worn out state. "No, Sir. I'll leave them in." I quote his words back
at him. "Any man with eyes knows I'm a Pussyboy. These are just to show
that somebody already owns my ass."

	"You're learnin', boy. You're learnin'. We're here," he says as he
pulls up into my Dad's driveway. "You tell your Daddy I said 'thank you'
and I burned him a DVD of last night's festivities."

	"I didn't see a camera last night." Shit. I was hoping what
happened last night would remain between the men that were there and me.

	"I hid a camera behind that mask on the wall. Some of those guys
might not have wanted to be taped, but I knew your Daddy would get a kick
outta seein' what went on.  Make sure you give it to him, 'cause I'm gonna
ask 'bout it later. See ya' next weekend, Pussyboy. Better work on gettin'
that hole nice n' tight for your introduction to some of the crew."

	I step out of Tiny's car and flinch at the ache in my asshole. As I
approach the door, for the first time ever I hope that Daddy isn't in the
mood to use me. For some reason, he wouldn't let me give him a blowjob
before I went over to Tiny's, so the odds aren't on my side. When I enter
the house I hear hammering from the basement, where Tiny says he's putting
a playroom together just for fucking me. I approach the steps with some
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Tyson's Dad

	I'm bangin' away at a nail, in a foul fuckin' mood, when I hear
Tyson on the steps. I turn and see him halfway down the basement steps and
I don't know what I'm feelin' stronger, lust or anger.

	I set up a date for last night with a pretty little cocktail
waitress from a bar some of the crew hangs out at. We flirted back and
forth for a while and I asked her out. Both of us knew the score, so this
wasn't some candlelight dinner kinda thing. More like a few drinks before
headin' over to her place to fuck. I didn't want Ty to know about it and
for some stupid reason I felt a little guilty 'bout it, like I was cheating
on him or somethin'.  Weird. Everything's goin' great between me an' Jeanie
and she's makin' it clear to me that she's into me in a big way and we end
up at her place in bed. I'm lookin' forward to a piece of real pussy for a
change instead of boy-ass, no matter how good it feels.  Things're just
getting' started when she starts bitchin''bout how I'm squeezin' too hard
on her titties. I back off a little and we get started again and suddenly
she's yellin' at me to stop pushin' on her head when she's tryin to go down
on me and meantime the bitch is scrapin' my cock to pieces with her
teeth. I laid there like my fuckin' arms were tied to the bed and it went a
little better, right up 'til she climbed on top of me and sank my cock in
her snatch. She's makin' noises 'bout how good it feels in her but when I
try and give it to her good she's yellin' again, sayin' that if I don't
take it easy she's gonna start screamin'. We gave it one more try but for
the first time in my life I couldn't keep it up. I wanted grab hold of her
and give her a good hard throat-fuckin' then cram it up her ass.  Yeah. Her
ass. Last thing I need is her slappin' me with some kinda assault charge or
worse, so I said I'd had to much to drink and how I was still missin' my
wife. The whole time I'm gettin' dressed she's holding a sheet up like I'm
gonna rape her or somethin' if I see a flash of titty. On the way to the
door she's sayin' shit like, "Oh, we oughta do this again sometime," but we
both know she doesn't mean it. This is it. Last thing she says to me before
she closes the door is, "Your wife sure musta liked it rough, Vince." I'm
standing there outside her apartment thinkin', "Not my wife. My son. My son
is the one that likes it rough and now I like it that way too. I like it a
lot and I wish he was here so I could grab his head and feed him my cock
hard and fast."

	And now here he is, the reason I couldn't get it on with a pretty
little waitress. He walks the rest of the way down the steps dressed in
that stupid shirt and bowtie that Tiny wanted him in. He's sayin' something
about a DVD that Tiny made for me and he opens up the bag of tricks I sent
him over there with and pulls it out. I go over and pop it into the new
DVD/TV setup I bought for down here. He's lookin' down at what I've been
workin' on, a floor mounted sawhorse with padding over the cross brace and
cuffs on each leg. The DVD starts but I jump ahead a little to get to some
good stuff and there he is, gettin' his ass nailed by a big black dick
studded all over with bands and bumps like somethin' out of a horror movie
and he's layin' there beggin' for more until somebody shuts him up with
another cock down his throat. I turn the volume up till it's blasting and
leave it on.

	I walk over to him and he's lookin' down at the floor like there's
somethin' interesting down there, his puffy lips lookin' red and tender. I
grab and pull his shirt open and send buttons flying. I see the nipple
rings that Tiny put in and I grab his titties hard until his head snaps
up. "Get those pants off," I yell over the video soundtrack of him getting'
reamed out by a big one. He slips 'em off quickly and stands there while I
walk behind and grab his ass and slide my fingers to his hole. The
soundtrack of the DVD is almost so loud that I can't hear him hiss when I
touch his cunt, but I see him flinch.

	"What the hell did you let 'em do, faggot? Bring a goddamn donkey
in there to fuck your ass like some Tijuana sex show?" He's loose, but he's
clean back there like Tiny promised, freshly washed and lubed, ready to
go. I shove four fingers in his cunt and he twists up his face like it's
killin' him or somethin'. The growing tent in the front of his fuck-shorts
puts the lie to his little act though. I push him down over the sawhorse
and cuff his hands. I'll get around to his mouth later. I'm too fuckin'
horny to undress so I just undo my jeans enough to get my cock out and
shove it in him. He's yellin' on the TV and he's yellin' in front of me
while I pound his hole good n' hard. Things ain't so bad. From where I'm
standin', balls deep in my squirming boy, things feel pretty fuckin' great.