Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2013 05:15:52 -0400 (EDT)
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: The Sneakers.  Chapter 31

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contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are
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Fum las' time


While Axl cringed he was pulled off his brother onto the floor, where  he
curled up into a fetal ball of convulsing heaves.

Tony got JR to his feet and handed him a length of rubber hose. "Beat the
little fuck! Beat him till yer arm hurts, big boy! Play whupass wit'im" Tony
barked.

JR just stood there, staring....it was like he saw his brother....but
didn't see him....didn't know him....the hose hung limp from his hand as he sort
of quaked there in the face of the little bastard who had ruined his life
these  last weeks.

His arm seemed to move forward involuntarily, but then fell limp
again.....and then he just screamed like he'd been stuck with a hot poker  and
started to wail on the trembling figure at his feet. He beat Axl and beat  Axl
beat fucking Axl over and over and the toy doof tightened his fetal curl up
more and tighter.....his beaten body jerking and jumping with each  thunderous
stroke.




Tony then started to direct JR's strokes....first to the butt, then to the
bottoms of his feet.  He had Jake and Morry hold each foot out so JR could
beat the flat of those crinkly boyfeet bottoms unmercifully. The kid's toes
curled and splayed....his tears streamed, heaving great and uncontrollable
sobs  while the sweat poured off his fast reddening form.

JR was pulled from the room and away from his thoroughly beaten brother and
his crazed hysteria was such that his hand was still swinging as with the
hose  long after it had been taken from his still tightly gripping
fingers.

Morry, Jake and Joe took JR into the front room to get him back on cock,
while Tony dragged Axl's flailed, beaten mass into the Bethmommie's  former
bedroom. He sat on the bed and then dragged Axl up off the floor by  his feet
and next to him.

He sat to the pillows and gripped Axl's lower jaw behind the  spreader and
pulled him to his balls and asshole. He spread his legs and  fitted Axl's
sweated, teary face into his taint and soon felt the inexorable  thrill of
fine mouth muscle working his hot, moist dark place. Tony would be the  first
to deflower the toy thug fucker....and he would do it all day........into
night.


The Sneakers.  Chapter 31


In spite of all the 'lip-service' Tony'd gotten since he moved into
Buddy's place, he still nearly melted at the touch of Axl's quivering
mouth-muscle as it searched for Tony's very secret inner place deep up inside  his
teenboi tail.

He shivered and actually jolted with the deep touch of Axl's wiggling
wormer. Tony got such a thrill out of Axl's effort that he considered removing
the mouth spreader Axl had to be fitted with. Tony knew what Axl could do
after  watching the kid torment his older brother JR the night before, but it
looked  like the young thug was accepting his new life and was essentially
'beaten'.

Tony stared intently between the spread of his thighs at  the short-cropped
blondy boy towhead there surging energetically  in and in to get his boy
rasper as deep up inside his new master as he  could....he so wanted to please
this boyman who had shown him the way....that  way to achieve a totality of
pleasure by serving inside the handsome teen's  tunnel.



Tony was actually getting tranced watching (and feeling) the intensity with
which Axl was working his taster up inside Tony's inner dude.

He gently eased his browneye off Axl's tongue and gripped the kid's face by
the painful spreader, pulling Axl's face unnaturally up and bent back as
he  leaned forward, up and over Axl who he was bending almost completely
backward with his knees bent underneath him as he went back over the  bottoms
of his naked feet. Tony put his own face into Axl's tearfully  pained face,
tightening his jaw menacingly and spat fully all over Axl's  face.....and
then did it again. And again!

Axl burst into tears which streamed through the gooby spit and  slobber.
Tony gripped Axl's balls hard and then harder and then so hard Axl  could not
get up enough energy to scream, so intense.was the pain

As Tony held those balls to within a smidgen of bursting, he released the
spreader from Ax's mouth and then spit fully inside it before fingering
first two, then three and finally four fingers down Ax's mouth over his tongue
and fucking them in and out of the hopeless doof's mouth from the lips to
his  throat hole. He even stucked a finger under Axl's tongue to see whut wuz
under  there. Tony actually tickled the softy skins at the back of Axl's
throat  nearly triggering a throw-up several times. Axl's eyes wided out like
saucers in  fear of throwing up on Tony. Tony wanted to see those scaredy
wide eyes. He  needed to know Axl feared him with every tiniest bone in his
body before he  entrusted his raging hard cock to this prick-thug's mouth
without the spreader  in it.

The back of Axl's head was touching the bed just beyond his  upturned toes
as Tony back handed his face from right to left, and then  forehanded him
left to right again and again annnnnnnnnnnd again!

'Crackk! Smack! Crack! Thhwuckk! Smack!'

Ax's tight tummy quaked violently as he sobbed convulsively. His
pinky-white dick shriveled into his balls.  Axl was more than  beaten.....this was
dishrag quality wretch.

Tony creeped over the trembling shell of quivery skins and squatted over
Ax's face till his handsome cocktool was riding up and back along the side of
the kid's nose. He pulled back slowly until the bulbous, purply head was
bobbing  just above Axl's lips. With two fingers he pressed the big
softy-hard head down  and through those trembly lips below. Tony short-stopped just a
fraction when he  felt the kid's bottom teeth, but soon Axl's tongue
slipped between his  teeth and the cock he was about to know very, very well from
here on. His tongue  curled and digged into the underneath nerve center in
the tiny  triangle underneath the cockhead. The feel jerked Tony's prick up
into the  roof and upper teeth of Axl's mouth. Then there was a laving of
that nervy  trigger spot which kept sending that familiar tingle through the
teen dude's cockrod. That tingle. It seems to go right down to a  boy's
toes.OMG! It's what a boy lives for! Leaning up and in Tony sent  his spittied-up
cock down that quivery tongue until it was touching those same  deep throat
skins of Axl's that Tony's fingers had diddled back  there just moments ago.

With nary the hint of the touch of toyboi teeth, Tony's cock surged through
Axl's mouth hole and gagged the little fucker like he'd never imagined in
his  worst nightmare.

Tony flattened out full length over Axl's bent-back face and  body, his
hands actually touching the floor beyond the bottom of the bed as  he
ram-fucked Axl's skull through his throat over and over. Then he  acrobatically, even
comically, flipped himself up and over to the floor on  his feet. He put
one foot to Axl's distended chest and heaving belly as he  yowled punctuating
his punking of the young prick thug.


He wanted so bad to frog march the little fuck into the room his brother
was feeding at, but Tony really didn't want to release Axl to any other dude
until he had totally had his fill of him. He needed to ream and ram the
little  bastard until he was cannon fodder....he had visions of turning him
over to  Mugg at the loft at that point, but yet somehow relished the thought
of having  him permanently installed at the end of his cock regardless of how
little  spunk was left when he was through with his 'training'.


He pulled Ax up by his head and threw him face first into  the pillows and
waled on the kid's ass with one of Buddy's dad's belts he  found hanging on
the closet door. 'Thwack! Whhack! Spwack!'

Wailing squeally screams! 'Thwackkk! Cracck!'  Tony couldn't  figger if he
more enjoyed the cracking of the belt on tight young boy cunt tail,  or the
incredible screaming from Axl as he was waled. Regardless, no one could
wipe that shit eating grin off Tony's face as he really got into a butt
whipping  he'd never even planned.

Joe, Morey, and Jake silently crowded around the mommie bedroom door  in
all their own bareness to check out what all the racket was about.  They had
all dumped Buddy and JR in mid-fuck and would be returning to further  the
young dudes' education at the end of their teenboi tools.

The relentless belt beating of Axl had all three dudes pulling on their
puds and mooshing against each other in the tight doorway for elbow room to
wack comfortably. They all looked into each'n other's face and grinned
knowing  the great fun it was to service their hard cocks in the face of some hot
dude  whuppin'. The fun of a visual stimulator isn't so much in jerking off,
it's a  sort squeezing and flexing of a dude's pud with his fingers. Sort
of wringing  and worming his hand around his pud and it always generates a
sort of steady  oozing leak that gets on the fingers almost 'gluing' them to
the fine head  skin in its stickiness....actually uncomfy when all you want
is to please  that need to feel that tingle without necessarily pressing to
shoot off. When  things gets too sticky a boy has to apply spit to his palm
and fingers to assist  in the gliding funs to make things happy again.....or
apply some fuck tool's  mouth to service the need, eh?

Back to the beating....


Tony dropped the belt  and grabbed both Axl's feet at once while hauling
him on his face through  the bedcovers to a near handstand on the floor,
picking up a flip-flop  lying on the floor he proceeded to whip the bottoms of
the bleeting  pigboi's already well-beaten feet. Each toes were seeming to
curl,  splay and twitch every which'a way as if with a mind of their own they
could get away and take the crinkly boi feetie bottoms away with
them.....away from the throbbing pain of each offending sole beat. It  was amazing
they had any feeling left in them after the onslaught they'd  taken from JR not
that many long moments ago.


Alas, they could not. The beating went on incessantly, unmercifully, until
no more tears ran from the now near silent, hoarse toy thug trying to
scream.  The water works streaming from his eyes had soaked him from his eyebrows
to his  buzzed, near hairless scalp and created a puddle on the floor that
Tony finally lowered the little punk into on his face so he could suck the
salty  wet off the floor until it was dry.

The buds whipping moist meat in their hands at the sight seemed to almost
sigh in relief as the interminable  boyfeet-whipping ended with Axl's
tongue lowered into his own tears.

As Tony oiled his hefty prick and readied to plow him some toy boy cunt,
his buds, stucked into the doorway,  seemed to fall out into the hall  and
padded their feets back to their own fuck doofs in the other rooms.

"Ssswooosssk!' is what it should have sounded like if you could hear Tony's
rigid reamer sink to his balls into Axl's formerly cherry chunnel. There
would  have been tears and cries if Axl had anything left in his throat and
tear ducts to emit. But there was only a mournful grunt as Tony bottomed
into that deep dark place that seems to be right below the pit of your stomach
when a hot, fiery teenboi prong tames you way up....so far up inside you
you  didn't think there was any 'there' there. For a first time boy, after
that first  ripping, seering, driving, sinking surge....and just after the
pain smoothes out  into a steady, superheated presence, he finally realizes
what he's here  for..

After that feel of overfulness fades to an ever-present awareness and the
'pit feel' becomes seemingly permanent, boy tail cunt begins to ride with
the  start of the surging prick tugging at the inner skins of so smoothe a
hole.

Tony looked down as he started surging in and out of the toy thug below and
smiled at the sight of the tiny ridge of toyboy skins gripping his cock
when he  pulled out and it always funned him when he watched that little roll
of  cock-gripping inner hole fold itself back in along his cock as he drove
in ever  faster and deeper in the pleasing of what would seem like a never
ending fuck to  Axl.

He never stopped feeling like the wind was being sucked out of him with
each pull and each relentless surge. That feeling in Ax's pit seemed to be
getting harder to ignore as Tony got seemingly deeper inside him every  time.

They were backwards to each other now as Tony faced away from Axl and
fucked him facing the bottoms of the kid's feet, his cock bent unnaturally back
under him.

Tony smiled at the sight of Axl's feet bottoms crinkling up with  his toes
again individually, and together splaying, curling under and flairing  out
wide. Tony thought he thrilled best when all Axl's toes were separated wide
out so he could actually see between them. He almost wanted to lick at them
if  his tongue could reach, but his business now was that of cock, asshole
and the churning building up inside him that told him he was about to get
that thrill of a lifetime, one more once, deep inside a fucking boy pig that
needed so bad to be taught the lesson he was sure getting today.

"Ungggh! Ughh! Uhhhppffffhhhh.....!"  It almost seemed to happen  toooooo
fast.....s-o-o-o-o-o fast..... as Tony sent his teendude seed up  inside Axl
and in what seemed like an endless slow motion swoon.....their bodies  oozed
to the bottom end of the bed with Tony's face into the covers, his  body
blending into Axl's boyskins, his face between Axl's wided out  knees. Ax's
lower legs bent up and his feetie bottoms pressed gently against  Tony's face.

They lay there motionless for a long time.....and Tony might have actually
dozed off in the pleasure of his pleasure. Ha!

If he was conscious he'd have heard Joe yowling from the front room as  he
plowed the ass out of Buddy, and he probably wouldn't have heard JR gurgling
through Jakey's cum filling his young teen maw while he was still having
his  face fucked and his asshole rammed through and through by Morey. One of
Morey's  fave things when he 'worked out' at Buddy's place was to have the
kid sniff the  'Sneakers' he took off him that first day they all met in the
alley  when Buddy first became 'their very own tool'.

In what seemed like hours later, Tony stirred and unplugged his newly  hard
prick from his new 'forever' boytool and righted his body on the bed with
his head to the pillows and went about pushing Axl to the floor with his
feet  like the doof was a rumpled bedspread. He had Axl crawl to the bedside to
receive four fingers to suck on, while kneeling his chest to the side of
the  bed with his hands clasped tightly behind him.

After Tony made him gag three times, he ordered the kid to straighten up
this and that in the room, and after he did each thing, he was to rush on
his knees, or slither on his belly back to the bedside to suck
something.....like a big toe one time, fingers again another time, a handsome  teen prick,
hanging nut sack, or a nice browneye slot other  times. Tony loved watching
the kid's head bob between his legs when he held his  legs and dudeboi feet
in the air for him to get underneath to wick  some teen hole.

When the others finished their current round of fuckdoof reamage and came
into the mommie bedroom to hang out, they were treated to the sight of
Tony's  left foot halfway down Axl's facehole while the kid sort of fucked it
back and  forth over his tongue while thick, soppy drool poured out the sides
of his  mouth, as he sat back on his feet cradling Tony's tongue-laved foot
to him as he  sucked on it for all he was worth..

Truly a good fuck had been had by all.

Tony was flipping through the pics in Axl's cell phone and was drawn to a
set of photos that seemed to be a whole bunch Axl's little gang first
grouped altogether, and then later on it seemed each one of them was being put
to cock individually.

He held one particular shot up to Axl's foot sucking face and asked,
"Who's'iss dude suckin' here, dweeb?"

Axl's eyes wided out. It was one of the first times he put one of his own
gang to cock....it was Ryan....Mickey's brother.

"Zat you bein' blowed fuckstick? ...annnn' all these dudes....dey yer
buddies?"

Axl nodded with a mouthful of bigboi toes.

"Cool, dude.  Where do we find these boy cunt?"


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