Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2008 23:12:33 EST
From: Glaucon55@aol.com
Subject: Please Post Punk Kids Chapter 12

Punk Kids: or Brent's Big Boner
October 16, 2005

Disclaimer:

If you are not yet 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials
of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story is for
adults, and contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys
initiated by them and with older men. This story is completely fiction, all
descriptions and names are also made up, and any similarities are truly
just that, purely similarities. I do not engage in or condone sexual
activity between adults and teenagers which is regulated by law. These are
fantasies for sexual private sexual enjoyment, not for emulation in real
life.

I would appreciate comments on my writing which may be a bit rusty. I
certainly admire the good writers on the web, and consider myself still a
learner.  Please contact me at glaucon55@....

Chapter: 12 Trevor's Penance

Johnny had not forgotten the exciting video and pictures of Trevor Stockton
having his big boy penis worshipped by Father Richardson in the
confessional booth, his strawberry nipples being tugged and pinched as the
priest siphoned the thick wads of teenage boy spooge from his spurting
prick.  He could tell from Trevor's expression that unlike Brent, who felt
he was surrendering control of his body against his better judgment when
Father Richardson took him in the confessional, Trev was manipulating the
Father as much as he was appearing to be manipulated.  Trevor loved the
feel of the muscular tongue and gripping lips that laved his fat cock knob,
and lashed his corona and piss lips to milk the big boy boner, wringing
ticklish sensations from the teen boy clit.  He longed for ejaculations
like most teenage boys, and in his case did not care where they came from
until the day when he could regularly sink his thick pole into a tight, wet
cunt that would squeal and beg for him to fuck it.  For Trevor Stockton,
ejaculation was ejaculation, and cum was cum.  He needed to get off as
often as possible, and often as possible, he did not want it to be as
result of his fist, sliding up and down the pale, uncut shaft.

Johnny could not know that Trevor had learned at an early age about the
joys of ejaculation, even before he could shoot sperm.  As a boy of ten, he
idolized his older brother Kevin who was twelve.  Kevin would make strange
noises at night in his bed, and the blankets and mattress seemed to bounce
at those times.  Trev wondered what his brother was doing, because he
wanted to be just as big and as athletic as Kevin.  One day, he followed
his brother and one of his friends into the basement of the other boy's
house when no one was home.  He snuck down the stairs to the basement, and
watching from there just behind the wall to which the stairs were attached,
he saw as the other boy tied down his brother Kevin to an old wrought-iron
bed.  He was shocked, his big brother who seemed the ultimate athlete and
tough guy to Trevor's young mind, was allowing another guy to tie him to
the bed without resisting.  He wondered why his brother would let that
happen, but was fascinated by seeing him stretched out, so vulnerable.
Just the sight made his ten year old, four inch pricklet go stiff, and
begin to throb in his shorts.  The other boy who looked about thirteen,
with lots of dark hair, then blind-folded Kevin, and immediately afterward
he put his hand on the tethered boy's crotch.

Trevor's stiffy had recently started to leak clear sap when he got hard,
and the moment the other kid touched his brother's crotch, he began to
leak.  When he washed his penis in the shower he learned that he could take
that sticky stuff and lubricate his fist.  Once, when he was washing his
prick, he found he could not stop stroking it, it felt so strange and so
good, and the next thing he knew he felt like he was fainting.  He had to
lean against the shower stall, and he watched his pricklet pulse and pulse,
and he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up.  From then on, he
learned how to play with his pricklet, and make the pulsing happen,
sometimes two or three times in a row and at least that many times a day if
not more.  In the mornings before he pee'd, his pricklet would often be
hard, and it ached and stayed that way until he had a chance to play with
it.  Now as he watched rapt with attention, sweat beginning to form at his
forehead and above his lip, the other boy rubbed the area of Kevin's fly
faster and faster, until finally Kevin responded by hunching as much as his
bonds would allow, turning his head from side to side with his eyes closed.

Then the boy unfastened the button at the top of the fly, and unzipped the
shorts...pulling both shorts and briefs just below Kevin's penis and
testicles.  Trevor's little boner, now went so stiff he had to rub it, and
as always, it felt so strange and good.  He watched breathlessly as the boy
licked his palm and then closed his fist around Kevin's fat twelve year old
cock head, at the top of the boy's thick 5" erection.  He began to slowly
rotate his fist, then moved it faster and faster, until Kevin's ass was
bouncing on the bed, and he was making wailing and squealing sounds that
Trevor had never heard before as his head thrashed back and forth.
Suddenly, Kevin really wailed, AAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH..... grinding his
strong ass into the bedding as his friends fist worked ruthlessly over the
bulging cock tip.  When Kevin begged him to stop, the other kid did
momentarily, but within five minutes, he had licked his fingers again, and
was working Kevin's fat glans again, his cock never going even remotely
soft.  Trevor watched mesmerized as his brother was masturbated
relentlessly by his friend for two hours, wringing dry cum after dry cum
from his brother's penis, his brother whining and grunting from the
ecstatic sensations the boy's fist was eliciting from the sensitive knob of
throbbing pre-teen prick.  From that time on, Trevor vowed he would not
miss an opportunity to relieve his constant erections.  He only got to see
his brother and his brother's friend one more time, and now his brother was
in high school well past kid's games and dating the best looking
girls. Trev was sure Kevin was banging the shit out of them.  But Trev was
still a young teen, and for him any port in a storm would suffice.  He
figured if Father Richardson could make his boner feel like it was in some
girl's pussy, or better yet mouth, he had no intention of missing out on
that opportunity.

So when Trevor received an e-mail from Johnny with the video of his
performance enhanced by his dirty trash mouth talk, and revealing jpegs of
his ejaculation in the confessional, the seemingly perfect gig he had to
drain his ever blue balls was over.  Instead, he later found himself in the
basement room of the rectory where Brent had met Father Richardson under
Johnny's and Darren's supervision.

Now, like his brother years before, he was tied spread-eagle on the queen
size bed, his big size thirteen feet, pale and muscular, draped over the
corners so the toes and soles were fully exposed and tightly restrained.
He body was fully furred from thighs to toes, from arms to fingers, deep in
his ass crack and from his navel up to and over his pecs, in strawberry
blond whorls, with his nipples just protruding from the thicket as two
sensitive and stiff cones.  In his mouth was gagged with the whiffle ball
gag, and he whined and whoosed through the openings, trying desperately to
speak about his awful predicament.  He watched horrified, his eyes bulging
in fear, as broken popsicle sticks and thread were used to separate his
long boy toes, exposing the pale soft skin between each of them.

Johnny had warned Father Richardson that he was to cooperate or be exposed
to the diocese, so he had no choice.  The alternative was being de-frocked
and then sent to prison for sex with minors. Plus, after the priest's
punishment at Johnny's hands, he was cowed by the thirteen year old who
seemed so much older and wiser than his juvenile years suggested.  No, the
good divine was also smart enough to know that Johnny had him by his short
hairs, and that for the time being he was not in control of his cock or his
sex life.  Johnny and Darren were there also, with Johnny's little bag.
More wonderful little devices were brought to elicit helpless expressions
of lust from the bodies of bigger boys.  Trevor Stockton was about to learn
how big boys could be reduced to helpless, whimpering punks at the hands of
youngsters.

First they applied the circular band connected to the electric train
transformer that was used on Brent and the good father previously, to
Trevor's pale, and already erect prick.  His corona was so pronounced, that
even with the foreskin over the knob, there was a clear ridge around which
to fasten the circlet.  But with Johnny's direction, they added a special
feature for the redhead's thin, pale foreskin.  They pulled his cock skin
just beyond the knob, and clipped it closed so it could not retract.  Then
to each of his protruding nipples, they attached two more of the gentle
clips they had attached to his foreskin.  Finally, the special prod that
had been developed for Father Richardson was lubricated and gently but
deeply embedded in the big boy's tight, virgin rectum.  It took ten minutes
to tickle his boy pussy open.  The Father was assigned the task, one he
secretly relished, his blunt index finger wriggled its way through the
thick dark auburn hair in Trevor's crack until he found the ragged slit of
his anal opening.  Trevor clenched his glutes and tightened his sphincter,
determined to resist any intrusion into his bung hole.  But the good Father
was patient, tickling and scratching, worming and proding, until with some
help from nipple twisting and scratching, the boy lost control and the
finger breached the barrier.  After gently lubricating the boy's asshole,
which had already been cleaned with an enema, the Father slipped the small
vibrating prod into place and secured it with a strap cinched around Trev's
thighs and waist.

Johnny knew they would have a good afternoon with Trevor when they took him
to the toilet to piss before they had given him the enema and strapped him
to the bed.  The moment that Darren held his penis for him, skinning back
the foreskin to allow the piss to flow firmly into the bowl, Trevor's cock
had erected completely.  With his arms tethered behind his back, and his
feet hobbled by the dowel they had used on Father Richardson the last time,
his humiliation and loss of control somehow made him feel like his brother
had, years ago.  Nor could he control the sensation when someone touched
his penis.  It took ten minutes to get him to piss, but stroking his big
boy body, tweaking his tits, and fondling him as he stood was worth the
wait.  Even through his gag, he grunted, and groaned, helpless to stop his
teenage hormones from responding the delicious touching that was
stimulating his body. Here was another big boy hunk like a lamb to the
slaughter.

After he was strapped, gagged, and electrically plugged and bound, Johnny
explained to Trevor that he would be doing penance for his conduct in the
confessional.  From now on, he would be available once a week to pay his
dues if he did not want to end up on the computer screens of students and
faculty at school, and his friends and family.  "Now we've got a special
treat for you Trev.  You've got all the trodes attached, and they're gonna
give you a real `buzz' when we turn `em on.  But then, we've got a surprise
for you...something special that's gonna drive you wild.  Lemme take the gag
off dude, but no screaming or we're gonna put it back in...you hear me? You
get it?  Nod your head if you understand...good."

Trevor was so desperate to get his gag off, he would have agreed to
anything Johnny said.  He heard him say something about `trodes' meaning he
assumed, the electrodes that he had watched them attach to his cock and
tits, and the one that was still making his ass ache deep inside.  But he
didn't understand what the `special' thing was.  As soon as Johnny released
his gag, he wet his lips and started blurbing out his issues: "Dude,
common, enough.  You guys wanna jerk me off, or suck me, I'm with it...go
ahead dude.  It's cool, I dig getting off...Father Richardson knows.  But
please, don't hurt me...take off the electrode things, and whatever you
stuck up inside me...huh, what about it, please...I'll play along, I'll
cooperate, but just don't hurt me."

Johnny and Darren smiled, with knowing expressions.  Father Richardson did
not disclose to Trevor's frantic gaze, moving from one guy to the other,
hoping to get some sign or an assurance that they would not hurt him.
Johnny was happy to allay his fears.  "Dude, no problem...we're not gonna
hurt you, are we Father."  Johnny turned to Father Richardson, and gave him
a firm and knowing look, expecting him to confirm the plans Johnny had
made.  Without changing his expression, Father Richardson looked at Trevor,
and tried to calm him: "My son, you'll be fne...this is something we must
both do to get beyond our sin.  I'm sorry that my actions have contributed
to you being in this situation.  But no one is going to hurt you."  That of
course was the furthest thing from Johnny's mind.  He did not want pain and
suffering, he wanted abject surrender and sexual release.  He wanted these
big boys and older men to be helpless subjects of their own enslavement,
desperate to get off, and desperate not to be found out.

Johnny smiled broadly, and looked back at Trevor.  So dude, you ready for
the surprise.  Cause we can't wait to share it with you."  Trevor was
anxious with anticipation, scared but his cock throbbing at the same time.
His cock had not lost any of its rigidity, and in fact, he could feel
inside his foreskin the sticky flow of his pre-cum filling the hood and
basting his fat, itchy glans.  He continued to flex his ass muscles, and
cling to the prod secured in his rectum, partly because of the sensation on
his cock knob, and the tightness of his tits with their clips.  Plus the
prod kept rubbing near his prostate, and the slightly sore, full feeling
made his cock flex even more.

Darren, Johnny and Father Richardson all began to slip on ordinary garden
gloves, made of thick soft cotton.  Each had a different expression on his
face.  Johnny had a salacious grin, knowing what lay in store for the
helpless fourteen year-old boy.  Darren had his customary look of wide eyed
wonder, always amazed at how Johnny could subdue the biggest boys and how
hard his dick would get each time he saw one of them strapped down.  Plus
he never ceased to be amazed at how Johnny could think up these horribly
tantalizing ways to get guys off.  Father Richardson had a vacant, almost
sad look, hiding his lust for the immobilized teenager, and yet knowing
that he was about to enjoy the fiendish torture that the three were about
to inflict.  But Trevor hardly noticed the look on their faces, his eyes
seemed to be trying to focus on what he was seeing them do with their
hands.  His eyes widened, could that be real?  Each of the fingers of the
gloves had what seemed like the head of a tooth brush, with really short
bristles, attached to the finger tips.  Actually, they were the shortened
bristles from small paint brushes, cut down to be soft, but stiff at about
3/8 of an inch.  Three sets of gloves, five fingers each, that meant thirty
fingers with these weird brushes glued to the cloth finger-tips.  Each of
the fingers were then dipped into a bowl of something that looked like
clear oil, and as they approached the bed, Johnny spoke again.

"Trev, you know how during games you like to push smaller guys around in
the key when you're playing hoops, forcing them to give ground, dominating
them...well that's what's about to happen to you dude.  You're gonna feel
like those little guys, helpless and unable to stop what's coming.  But the
difference, is that when this is over, you're gonna cum like a geyser when
all they get is pushed around and then lose the game.  So just give in
dude, you wanted to shoot your scum, and so you will, buckets `o cum, like
you can't stop cumming."  Johnny laughed out loud, but both Darren and
Father Richardson just nodded their heads, as if to express their pity for
the tethered teenage jock beneath them.

Trevor saw the brushes on the fingertips, and pleaded...cum or no cum.  "No
dude, don't do this...I'm not real ticklish, so this is just gonna hurt...so
common dude, please don't do this."  Unfortunately the fear in Trevor's
eyes revealed more of the truth than his words.  He remembered when he was
twelve and his brother was fourteen, that they often got into wrestling
matches that ended more often than not with Trevor being tickled
mercilessly.  His brother sensed after the first couple of times that
Trevor would get a boner, and if Kevin could get him face down, and with
his hands over his head, he could tickle his little brother into a dry cum
and maybe even two.  Trevor loved and hated it at the same time, unable to
control his pricklet from spasming as he was tickled into submission, but
dying from the intense tickling that made him cry and beg for it to stop.
Johnny had tested Trevor's reflexes when they were stripping him, finding
that his tits were very sensitive, his feet and underarms at the very least
were ticklish, and he did not want anyone to touch his ass crack.  His tits
and anus were already out of his control, as was the head of his fat, thick
cock.  But he was about to lose control of the rest of his limbs, and in
doing so, control of his ejaculations.  This was not going to be like when
he was twelve, because once he ejaculated, what would happen?  Trevor's
eyes were wide with terror, and he begged in his deep, masculine voice for
Johnny to spare him.  But there was no hope, and as the anticipation grew,
so did the throbbing in his thick, secured prong.

The brushes began to descend.

Father Richardson was at Trevor's big size thirteen feet, so large for a
boy of fifteen.  The pale feet were freckled on the top, with high arches
and long, thick toes.  The index toe was even longer than the big toe, and
when Trevor flicked or flexed his toes, it almost looked as if he was
giving you the finger with that long digit.  At fifteen he already had hair
on his toes, and by the way Father was staring at the wiggling piggies one
knew that soon he would be suckling on them.  After all, they had washed
and scrubbed Trevor clean after his enema, and now those soft soles^×oiled
and dried with a hair dryer--and the strong toes tied open and stretched,
were ready to be brushed, sucked, and tickled.  If you're ticklish the
ability to concentrate or control your body functions when you are being
tickled, especially on your feet, is impossible.  That was what Johnny was
counting on, driving Trevor Stockton big hunky body out of control leaving
him helpless and begging.

Darren was at the top of the bed, near Trevor's head.  He pulled out a
night mask like the ones that are given away on airplanes so people can
sleep during long night flights.  He quickly slid it over Trev's head and
covered the boy's eyes so he could not see what was happening.  Trevor
moved his head as much as his bonds would allow, but he could not prevent
Darren from placing the mask.  Now Trev's face, his neck and Adam's apple,
his ears, his upper chest--pecs and nipples^×and the palms of his hands
which also got the popsicle stick-thread treatment, were all open and
available for the wicked bristles on the ends of the fingers of Darren's
gloves.  Trevor's hands had been secured to the headboard of the bed, palms
up, with popsicle sticks tied to the tops of his fingers to keep his palms
fully exposed.  Have you ever had someone drag a fingernail across your
palm, or the bristles of a brush...?  It's maddening...and that was the
effect that Johnny wanted.  Trevor would be unable to concentrate when the
brushes focused on his palms, or on the inside of his ears, across his
Adam's apple, over his pebbled nipples^×and that would give Johnny
opportunities to test his self control.

As for Johnny, he took his station in the middle of Trev's torso, over his
abdomen and navel, at his crotch, and down to his knees.  There was the
soft, stretched and exposed navel with its sensitive knot of skin inside
the hairy little hole.  There was the long, thick shaft of the boy's
leaking prick, its thick, oversized cock knob wet with the drool of sex and
still encased in the soft shroud of his pale foreskin.  There were the
pungent boy balls, hanging down fat and vulnerable in their sack.  And
there were the quads, those strong muscles from thighs to knees that made
Trevor a force on the basketball court.  This was the very scenario that
Johnny so loved, to have a big, straight, masculine boy stretched, bound,
and helpless, his body craving sexual release and fearful of how it would
be accomplished.

The fingertips reached their destinations simultaneously.  One of Darren's
hands went to Trevor's ears, and thrust an index finger inside one of the
boy's big, soft earlobes, wiggling the soft bristles in the sensitive
shell.  The other hand went to Trevor's firm, mounded pec and grasped one
of his rubbery teats between thumb and forefinger and let the bristles
coated with oil, add to the stroking of the boy's firm tit.  Father
Richardson came as close to ejaculation as his cock restraint would allow
the moment his hands stroked up and down the soft, pale soles of the big
boy's feet.  Watching Trevor's already man size toes, thick and hairy,
wriggle as much as their restraints would allow, trying futilely to crunch
to avoid the scrabbling bristles, and then vainly stretching in an effort
to escape the maddening tickling.  But Johnny provided the coup de grace,
slipping one finger deep into Trevor's hairy navel and the fingers of the
other hand scrubbing the ball sweat from the roiling, hanging ball sack of
the physically mature teenager's heavy nuts. At the same time, he switched
on the electric current from his transformer and the batteries of the anal
prod, sending a rolling buzz through the fifteen year old's body.  His arms
and legs stretched out in shock, and his nipples went rigid as his cock
spat pre-fuck from the aching contact far up his rectum.

"YYYYYYAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIII....HA, HA, HA, HA, NNNNNNOOOOOO....OOOOHH,
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH, NO, NO, AAAAHH, NO, WAAAAAAAHHHHH, YA, YA, GOTTA STOP, YOU
GOTTA STOP, NO, HELP, GOD NO, OH SHIT, PLEAZE....AAAAAAHHHHHH!" For a
fifteen year old kid, Trevor had an unusually deep voice, no doubt produced
from the generous dose of testosterone that nature had given him and had
also resulted in a big cock with pungent, full balls as well as his
oversized, hairy teenage body.

At first Trevor's body reacted spasmodically to the tickling, jerking from
one place to another from the intense sensations.  "Oh my God, oh
Jesus....Father...ha, ha, ha, ha, No, make `em stop...fuck, aaaaahhhhh, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha....oh pleaze...pleazzze, stop, lemme breathe, lemme breathe,
aaaaahhhhhhhh."  But the deep purring of the prod in his rectum, nudging
his boy nut, caused him to clench his butt cheeks and grind his ass from
the achey sensation.  Coupled with the vibration and tingling caused by the
low level electric current in the circlets around his nips and his prick
head, Trevor was lost in a landslide of sensation.  The tickle in his ear,
the insulated plastic allowing his nipples to be tweaked even as they were
buzzed, the rooting of his navel, and the maddening torture of his big
feet, had the boy howling and groaning, as his penis thickened, stiffened
and prepared to spit its boy juice.

"Waaaaaaaaahhhhhh, ohhhhhh, fuck, shit....Father, Father help me...don't let
`em, pleaze, ooooooooohhhhhhh, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, I can't take it,
shit...gonna cum, oh fucdk, gonna cuuuummmmmm....."  The artificial throbbing
caused by the electric band around Trevor's glans had caused the fat,
sticky knob to expand, drawing his pale foreskin tight as it was clipped
over the opening.  The buzz at the tip, was reverberating down his piss
lips and into his urethra, adding to the climb up the ladder to a captive
ejaculation within the delicate foreskin.  The nine inch boner raised off
of the boy's quivering stomach, bouncing up and down, stretching to escape
the prison of the clipped and buzzed foreskin.  But the relentless
hammering of his boy nut by the anal prod forced the helpless boy to lose
control of his prick, and the maddening tickling made him lose control of
the muscles everywhere on his torso.  "Aaaaawwwww FUCK, AAAAAAGGGGHHHHH,
HA, HA, HA, HA, AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH, HA, HA, HA, HA, SHIT!
FFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK.... IIIIII'mmmmmm CUUUUUMMMIIINNNNGGGG! HA, HA, HA,
HA, HA, HA, AAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH!  Johnny smiled broadly as he saw the thick
white scum leaking in gobs out of the clipped foreskin, piling up on the
stomach and navel he was tickling, more and more as the boy pulsed through
seven long spurts of teen boy cream.

The three sets of fingers kept tickling, and the electric current kept
going after the ejaculation, causing Trevor to cry out for mercy.  His
aching fuck nut and over sensitive prick knob was driving him insane:
"NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO, AW FUCK, GOD DAMN...SHIT....NO, STOP, HA, HA, HA, HA,
NO, HELP, GOD HELP, FATHER, MAKE `EM STOP, OH FUCK,
AAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH. NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!"

"Yeah, that's it Trevor, go ahead and squeal dude, that's what happens when
you let priests suck your cock in the confessional...yeah, beg dude...beg."
Johnny unclipped the foreskin of the writhing boy, and as the two other's
fingers continued to search out every place to tickle and scratch his body,
he grasped the still stiff boy prick now covered in sperm.  He used the
soft bristles on his glove thumb to dance over the teenager's fat glans,
stripping down the foreskin to expose the last refuge of defense of the
teenager's manhood.  "OH MY GOD...OH MY GOD!, NO , STOP, AAAAAAGGGHHHH, NO,
NO FUCK, NO, AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"  But there was no relief for Trevor, the big
redhead, ground his ass deeper into the bed, was covered in sweat, but his
body was stretched out like desert.  The fingers of Darren, Johnny and
Father Richardson kept up their merciless assault, driving the bound teen
to an agonizing consecutive boy cum.  As the next wads of spunk shot out,
only three short bolts and a long continuous drool, Johnny made sure they
milked it all out and masturbated the sticky fluid into the helpless boy's
glans, making him scream and plead again.

Johnny decided that Father Richardson should also pay penance for his
indulgence with Trevor, so he decided to try something that he had seen in
a video on an adult on-line porn site.  In the video, a teenage girl and
her boyfriend were made captives by two masked men who burst into their
parked min-van and found them engaged in sex.  The boy had just slipped his
six-inch, thick prong into the girl's ragged, lightly furred, cunt slit and
was going to give her the fuck she needed, when they were captured and
bound by the bad guys.

The next thing they knew, the two teens were on their backs, gagged, arms
tethered over their heads and legs tied apart in the back of the van.  One
of the two bad guys was out of the scene, but suddenly the side door of the
van opens and he returns with a large German Shepard dog, who is yanking at
his leash.  The other bad guy opens a small bag, and pulls out a clear jar
filled with some dark gravy-like liquid.  Using a ordinary paint brush, he
leans down to the girl, and spreading her sticky, wet pussy lips, he
carefully bastes he trench until the soft bristles from the brush have her
squirming madly, grinding her ass on the carpeted floor of the van.  Her
eyes are closed, and her gagged pleas have turned to groans.  A close-up of
her slit shows the puffy lips of her twat, sticky with their own secretions
with the hard nub of her clit thrusting out from the folds of its
protective foreskin.  The hapless teen was unable to control her fuck lust
and was dripping copiously from the delicious tickling of the paint brush
on her delicate, itchy hole and whorish clit. The next thing you know, the
German Shepard is between her legs, rooting his wet nose into the folds of
her drooling cunt, constantly bumping her clit.  But more importantly, his
long, dexterous tongue is sluicing up and down her cunt lips where her
boyfriend's prick had just been soothing her horny need.  In the next clip,
you just see the girl shudder, throwing her head from side to side, as she
obviously orgasms onto the relentless tongue of the dog, whose appetite is
kept constant by one of the bad guys dripping more and more of the brown
sauce from the jar onto her ravished twat.  Even after she cums, the men
continue to lave her clit and cunt with the dog's treat, and he licks her
to another helpless orgasm as her boyfriend watches transfixed next to her
in horror.

The bad guys notice, though, that her boyfriend has sprung a raging hardon
watching his girl-friend used ruthlessly by the canine, and one nods to the
other with a salacious grin, and the next thing Johnny saw that made his
prick go rock hard, was the guy with the jar and brush basting the thick,
fat knob of the boy's prick with the wicked gravy.  The boy swings his head
back and forth, yelling into his gag to stop...but the bad guys just keep at
their work, rubbing their own erections with their free hands as the do.
The brush works its magic on the boy's wide cock head, tickling the
sensitive glans and itching the wide corona, until the handsome teen is
thrashing from its intense sensation.  When the dog finishes bringing the
girl to her second, marathon orgasm, the bad guy turns the still hungry
animal over to his friend, while he slides down his pants and briefs, and
enters the bound girl, beginning a long, thorough fuck, the taut mounds of
his hairy ass cheeks clenching each time he drills her.  In the meantime,
the dog is released onto the boy's throbbing prong which is thrusting
straight up and completely exposed to the animal's lingual assault.  Before
you can say "Rin Tin Tin", the dog had wrapped his tongue around the turgid
shaft and over the knob, wet and soft, torquing around the dripping
lollipop he has captured.  Johnny could still see in his mind, how the
boy's eyes widened and his ass lifted off the ground when the voracious
dog, tasting the sauce bathing the prick tip, licked uncontrollably over
and around his conscienceless erection. Even after the kid had shot thick
wads of teen juice, the bad guys drooled more sauce onto his overwrought
prick knob, and let the dog slaver to his heart's content, turning the
boy's groans into shrieks of mercy for his sensitive prick tip.  Now he
wanted to see Father Richardson in the same, helpless position.

Darren and Father Richardson helped Johnny secure Trevor to a chair,
sitting, his legs tied to the rear chair legs with his soles exposed, and
his arms tethered behind him.  He was gagged, but facing the bed. Darren
was instructed to lube up his fist, and masturbate the bigger boy to
another erection, and like clockwork, Trev's insatiable prick was up at
attention in a moment.  Then, as Johnny was securing Father Richardson to
the bed, face up and spread-eagled, Darren was using a paint brush to lave
Trevor's big boy penis with some type of brown sauce-like substance.
Darren carefully peeled down Trev's delicate, pale foreskin and made sure
that the fat cap of his cock head was thoroughly coated before he rolled it
up again.  Testicles, navel, and the ragged cleft of his ass pucker, which
was at the edge of the chair and just exposed, was also dabbed with a thick
covering of the sauce. Then as Johnny pulled up the priest's legs, fixed to
the spreader bar he had made for Brent, and tethered to the top corners of
the wrought-iron bed, Darren opened the door to the room and in came a
large, beautiful Collie.  The Collie belonged to Mrs. Havens, who lived
down the street from Darren.  Johnny had persuaded him to borrow the dog
for a walk, and bring him to their rendez-vous with Richardson and Trevor.
The young dog bounded over to Darren, who put out his hand, covered with
the tangy sauce that Johnny had scored from his mother's refrigerator.  The
eager animal lapped at Darren's palm, his long curling tongue seeking out
every drop of the tasty liquid treat covering the boy's hand.  Darren then
whistled to the dog, and turned him towards Trevor, whose eyes were bugging
out of his head as he saw the slavering dog rush between his legs and
without hesitation, begin to lap at his crotch.  Within moment's the
Colllie, whose name was Kelly, had Trev's big bone tingling and tickling,
as the unconscious pet followed his instincts and licked and licked,
curling around the delicate knob, and with the rough force of its animal
tongue, dragging down the foreskin to expose Trevor's vulnerable glans.
Then, as Darren kept dripping the sauce onto Trevor's knob, the animal lept
up and put his paws on Trevor's knees, so he could get his snout closer to
the target and Kelly just licked and butted the cock head with his nose,
until Trevor felt like fainting from the sensation.  Each time Kelly
licked, he would bring the boy close, but his constant movement prevented
Trevor from reaching the sweet spot, so his boner throbbed and pulsed, but
never quite reached the moment for ejaculation.  Oh he drooled lots of
pre-cum, and it mixed beautifully with the meat sauce, but Trevor was
licked into insanity, his long toes curling behind him, his hands
scrabbling, but not given the cum he needed to so badly.  Darren used his
free hand, and the pauses between dripping sauce, to film the entire scene,
and get close ups of Trevor's big pale prick being mauled by the soft,
tickling of the dog's unmerciful tongue.

When Darren had enough footage of Trevor, twisting his head back and forth,
gasping, and rolling his eyes each time Kelly's long, torquing tongue would
slide around the pulsing cock knob, scrubbing the pebbled surface of the
over-sized boy glans, yet leaving the big kid heaving for air, he picked up
a tooth brush, and went behind the bound boy.  There he concentrated on the
exposed soles of Trevor's basketball player feet, the high arches, the long
toes, and wide ball.  He covered each foot with sauce in which the tooth
brush had been dipped.  As Trevor was slowly, excrutiatingly climbing to
his ejaculation from the fleeting and maddening tongue-lashing of the dog,
he was distracted by the focused tickling of his feet by Darren with the
tooth brush.  He howled into his gag, loosing concentration, if not his
throbbing erection, while his exposed feet were scoured by Darren and the
tooth brush.  The strong, big boy toes with their clean nails, soft pale
flesh, flexed uncontrollably from Darren's investigation with the tooth
brush.  The moment Trev would curl his toes in the vain hope of avoiding
the bristles, Darren would move to the other foot, switching and attacking
without any rhythm or consistently, making the big kid squeal with laughter
as his precious, powerful feet, the weapons he used to dominate other boys
on the court, were subjected to every indignity Darren could apply with the
sauce and brush.  Moreover, this was a warm-up.  Because shortly before
Trevor was to reach his cum, Darren directed the exuberant dog behind the
chair, and to Trev's now fully sensitized feet, basted with the meat sauce.
Without a bit of hesitation, Kelly went to licking the boy's feet,
thrusting his tongue between the long toes, and laving up and down the long
sole and high arch.  Trevor went wild, almost bucking so hard as to turn
over his chair.  But there was no where to go, and the bonds kept him
tightly restrained.  Kelly licked from one foot to the other, following the
path of Darren's brushing, until so affected by the ruthless licking,
Trevor spontaneously ejaculated, his fat cock already pulsing from the
early laving of the dog's insatiable tongue, began shooting thick wads of
boy sperm up into the air, landing back with a plop on his shaft, and then
drooling down from the untouched prong.  Then as fast as you can say
"Lassie", the Collie was lead back around to the front of the chair, and as
more sauce was dripped onto the still ejaculating prick, the dog once again
wrapped his tongue around the exposed glans and wrung every last bit of
spooge, mixed with meat sauce, from this helpless and unprotected
surface. Trevor's eyes went wide with the sensation, and he howled from the
inescapable sensitivity on his unprotected and helpless glans, the dog
happily snafing every bit of juice, with a new slightly salty taste, added.
Now Trevor's toes were stretched out wide, frozen from the excruciating
licking over and around his bloated boy knob.

The test had been a smashing success, now for the real performance.  Father
Richardson was secured on the bed on his knees, with his head down and his
arms tied stretched outwards at a 90 degree angle from his torso and
secured to the side-board of the bed.  A short two-by-four kept the
priest's knees apart, and the ropes that secured his knees to the board,
also secured him from collapsing down on his stomach.  In this position,
his ass was up and split.  His feet were top down on the bed, the soles
exposed, and his ankles additionally secured to the side-board so he could
not move much.

Now as Johnny filmed, Darren and his brush were back at work, coating the
priest's anal trench and his ass pucker with the pungent meat sauce.
Johnny made sure he screwed the brush into the willing sphincter, and
dabbed the sauce inside the entrance to his rectum to make sure that the
scent and taste would be inserted inside the divine.  Without a gag,
Richardson expressed his displeasure at this procedure, especially after
having watched Trevor's captivity with the sauce and the dog.  "Johnny,
Darren, please my sons, stop this...don't do this to me...it's too
humiliating.  Don't let that animal defile me...please...I beg of you...don't
do this!"  But even as he begged, the Father's cock was hard and wet from
leaking...betraying his sick and nasty lust for the strange things Johnny
had devised for his punishment.

Father's heavy nut sack now hung down between his legs, and Darren made a
careful paint job of them as well.  All this attention to his asshole and
testicles kept the good Father's prong rigid.  His boner was leaking drips
of pre-sap, and his cock was pulsing.  Johnny then helped Darren to secure
the boner downwards, against a small cookie grate from the parish kitchen
nailed upright on two wood blocks from Johnny's old toy box.  The grate was
used to secure the prick which lost nothing of its rigidity from being
lashed downwards, and with the addition of the blocks, it allowed for the
top of the shaft, cock knob and about three inches of shaft, to remain
exposed below.  Once secured, Darren went to work on the priest's cock,
making sure his cock knob got a good brushing to make it itch and tingle.
Then Johnny and Darren took chairs near the bed with large water guns
filled with the meat sauce.  On the count of three, they began to fire
their guns at Father Richardson's ass crack, his balls and the exposed knob
of his sinfully erect prick.  When he was dovered with the tangy goo, they
released Kelly who had been barking and pulling at his leash from the time
they began to apply the sauce to the Father's body.  He leaped onto the bed
when he was released, and wildly went after the targets they had selected,
forcing his nose deep into the priest's ass crack, burrowing into the anus
with his tongue to get at the sauce inside his rectum, and lashing the
balls and cock knob to get the delicious gravy.  The priest panicked and
began shouting for them to stop Kelly, but as he felt the salacious tongue
of the dog slurping into his crack seeking out his ragged anus, and laving
his bulging testicles and sensitive cock knob, he began to squeal from a
combination of fear and the incredible sensation: "Oh my God...stop, boys,
oh God...oh my sweet Jesus...oh, oh, nnnnoooooo....aaaaaaahhhhhh..... oh
Lord...... oh my God.....  aaagghhh, stop..stop, oh pleaaassse. No, NO, oh,
OH.... Oh my God.... Ooooohhhh!"  For the next half hour, the boys played
target practice, and Kelly licked with a Pavlovian determination not to
miss a drop of the tasty meat sauce.  Twice, the overwrought priest
ejaculated from the way Kelly's long tongue wrapped around his shaft and
scrubbed the corona and circumcision scar, as well as the glans.  After
each cum, the dog licked on, enjoying the additional taste of the salty
sperm added to his gourmet treat.  The babbling Father Richardson pleaded
with the boys to stop Kelly, but they kept up his supply of sauce instead,
watching as the Father's hands scrabbled helplessly after he had cum, and
the dog's tongue kept working his bloated cock knob.  For a finale, they
painted his soles with the sauce, and as the dog licked them, Father
Richardson howled with laughter while Darren fisted the bound priest's
exhausted cock one last time, working him up to another ejaculation, this
time from the soft and lubricated fist of the teenage boy.

As the dog's relentless tongue worked up and down Father Richardson's
wriggling feet, making him gasp and squeal with laughter, Johnny untied
Trevor, and then secured him on his lap as he sat watching the spectacle
before him.  As Darren worked the priest to his last ejaculation, Johnny
gave Trevor one last boy to boy wanking, fisting the unruly teenage cock
knob in his fist while he reached up to roll and tweak Trev's stiff boy
teats.  It wasn't long before the priest and the teen basketball stud shot
their last loads of the session, whining and begging as they were milked
and bucking from the unforgiving work on their already overworked cock
knobs.

The final act of Father Richardson's penance was to agree to suck Darren's
and Johnny's hard cocks, and agree at a later date to be tied up in a
public place of their choice to have his cock milked.  They exacted the
same promise from the babbling redhead who agreed readily, not fully
understanding what he was agreeing to, but knowing that his prick was
finally going to be released from the current agony.  As Father Richardson
was released from his bonds, and he and Darren showered the big teenager,
whose ankles remained shackled to a spreader bar and his hands were secured
overhead to the shower frame, Johnny had them gently masturbate him one
more time with the soap and water.  Their fingertips made him whimper
through one last boy cum, as his teen whore penis was unconscious and still
craved attention while they pinched and sucked his nipples, and fingered
his clenching anus. Trevor had paid his penance, and he and Father
Richardson would both be doing so again.

To be continued...I appreciate all the comments I have received since I
began posting this story.  Since this is my first written work on my own in
two years, I will continue to look forward to hearing from
you. Glaucon55@aol.com