Date: Tue, 1 Jul 2008 12:11:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Casey Jordan <sub_casey@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jimmy: Part 5

This story contains sexual exchanges and activities, mostly
semi-nc/reluctant and a lot of it incestuous, between adults and an
under-aged teenager or between teenagers, involving elements of
punishment/torture, bondage, domination/submission, humiliation,
exhibitionism, and lots of hard hot sex with multiple partners. If you
can't bear to read such stuff or if it's illegal for you to do so, please
stop reading right here. Otherwise, enjoy!

This story is about 14-year-old Jimmy who lives alone with his step-father
Harry, a big, bearish, boy-loving bisexual in his 40's. For some reason,
Jimmy seems to bring out the worst in his old man, and as time goes on,
Harry finds more and more perverted ways in which to use and abuse his
step-son, even bringing in his other boy-loving friends, Jimmy's own
school-mates and teachers, the school janitor, and pretty much anyone else
he can think of into the picture. Unlike my other stories, this one is told
from the points-of-view of both Jimmy and Harry.

Comments and suggestions welcome at: sub_casey@yahoo.com.



Jimmy - Part 5: Weekend Treat (2)

by Casey



'Making themselves at home' involved a lot of shucking off of shoes and
clothes and a generous amount of limbering and stroking of their hefty
packages. Just like Sam promised, the two new guys were both well hung and
would be a cunt- and throatful for Jimmy. Virgil, being black, had a cock
that almost rivalled mine in length, nine full thick inches of vicious
looking ebony meat. His dark brown balls were huge and swung penduluously
as he moved. Rob's package was smaller, around eight inches, but with a
thicker base and a wicked curve near the flaring red head. Both men were
quickly getting hard. Sam, of course, was Sam. His boysplitter twitched
steadily as he eyed Jimmy and me, like a king cobra ready to strike at the
slightest provocation.

As the guys undressed and took up various positions on the living room
sofa, I gathered Jimmy's arms and pressed them flush to his sides so that
my grip on his tiny waist also immobilized them. Without them flailing
about, no one would mistake him for anything other than a fucktoy now, a
smooth white tube-like object to stick your cock into and beat off your
manmeat with. Jimmy flopped around on my lap like a fish, completely unable
to do anything other than let me manhandle him however I wanted. It looked
like I was fucking him, sure, but in reality I was actually jerking off
using Jimmy's body instead of my hand.

The two construction guys got fully hard fairly quickly. They were now both
openly stroking their cocks and eyeing Jimmy lustily from their seats on
the sofa. Rob's gaze flicked frequently between the real Jimmy and the
Jimmy on the tv, as if he couldn't believe that he was getting to meet a
porn star for real. Virgil licked his lips almost continuously, his eyes
fixed on Jimmy's flaring and bunching hole as my thick cock drove in and
out of the boy. I could almost see his brain working as he compiled a list
of nasty things to do to my son. That made my balls churn even more. Seeing
a man looking at my son that way, lusting after him and planning to do some
very sinful acts on the little fucktoy always heightened my own arousal.

Sam sauntered over and for a moment stood staring down at Jimmy's small
white body bouncing on my lap. His 10-and-a-half inch boy-skewer was
twitching slowly to its full length. He stroked his gigantic tool a little
and then squeezed it until I could see a drop of precum appear on his piss
slit. The man could produce precum on demand. Just wait until he got really
excited and he'd be dribbling a constant trail of prefuck all over the
house when he walked around. My old friend grabbed his dick and swabbed the
drop of manhoney with the tip of a long dark finger. Then he brought the
finger to my boy's grunting mouth.

The kid jerked his wincing face away. Sam's finger followed the boy
insistently.  Jimmy turned the other way and soon he was shaking his head
from side to side, trying to escape from the finger as if we didn't know
what he really wanted. I could see the corner of Sam's mouth twitch in
amusement. Then the big negro clamped his huge hand over Jimmy's angelic
face, his thumb and middle fingers pressing against the joints of the boy's
jaw causing his mouth to open wide in pain. As the boy let out his silent
scream, Sam's finger stole in and smeared the tasty drop of afro-american
cocklube on his cute, fluttering tongue.

It was yet another evidence of the boy's perverse desires to be ravaged
'against his will'. *I* know for a fact that Jimmy *loves* precum. There
might be a tiny fragment of actual disgust in him when it comes to cum or
piss, but he slurps up precum as if it was ice cream. And yet here he was
resisting almost believably as Sam force-fed him the slimy lubricant. He
could've docilely taken Sam's finger in his mouth and sucked on it, but no,
he had to fight it. You can say anything you want, but the little slut sure
knows how to keep his man.

"It tastes good?" Sam drawled knowingly, his face very close to
Jimmy's. The boy shook his head stubbornly, although his movement was
somewhat resricted by the hand still clamped around his jaw.

"You lying slut," I laughed.

Sam grinned. "Well, let's see if you like this, boy," he said.

He shifted his grip until he was holding Jimmy's head by the temples, and
then used his other hand to prise the boy's jaw open again. He tilted the
boy's head back until it was resting against my right shoulder, so that the
cute face was turned up and staring at the ceiling. I knew what was coming
and paused mid-fuck to let Sam have his way with the kid. Sam lowered his
face over the boy's, opened his mouth, and hawked. A big, wet, gargling
hawk. Jimmy got a bit wild-eyed and even squirmed a little as the big ball
of phlegm emerged almost as if in slow motion from the black man's
mouth. He was obviously trying to close his mouth or move his head out of
the way, but Sam's vice-like grip immobilized his jaw and neck completely.

I could hear the splat as the big gob of spit landed in Jimmy's mouth. The
boy had his eyes screwed shut, as if by so doing he could escape from the
reality of his situation. Sam shifted his grip, this time forcing the boy's
jaw to snap closed.

"Swallow it," he ordered the quivering boy. "Swallow your Daddy's spit,
boy."

I stared transfixed at the slender throat on my chest as Jimmy's adam's
apple bobbed up and down in the act of ingesting a mouthful of another
man's saliva.

Oh yeah, sometimes Sam made Jimmy call him Daddy, too, which was okay by
me, since he *had* become a sort of co-father to the boy. After all, we
made most of our decisions about Jimmy together, like where to pimp him out
on weekends and what new websites to send his fuck pictures to. Sam had
always been more into technology and gadgets than me so I completely
trusted him on those things. Face it, not all kids could boast of having
two loving Daddies, and I've always thought that complete sexual slavery
was such a small price to pay for the truckload of attentions we heap on
the boy.

My black friend had shifted his grip again and was producing a long
continuous stream of spit which he let dribble into Jimmy's gaping maw.

I was mildly startled when something splashed onto the inside of my
thigh. Shit, I thought as I looked down. The boy had just squirted what
looked like a thimble-full of precum onto my leg. This whole thing must've
been turning him on something fierce.

"Goddamn, would you look at that? The boy's really getting off on eating
your spit while Rob and Virgil looks on, man."

'Uh-oh', I thought, and twisted my head around to grin sheepishly at the
two future rapists. "Sorry, guys," I apologized. "Guess I sort of got
carried away there."

"It's okay," Rob assured me. "As long as we get our turns soon!"

We all laughed at that. Sam ordered Jimmy to swallow and then started to
bring his wicked black tool closer to the boy's mouth. The huge head of his
cock pried the soft full lips apart, stretching them out of proportions
before lodging itself inside.

"So tell me," I said as I began to bounce Jimmy on my cock again, letting
the boy's own motions spear himself at either end. "How did you come to
know my friend Sam?"

Rob nodded. "Yeah. Well, me and Virgil goes back a long time, and we've
known Sam for a couple years or so. We sort of owe him big, really. He
saved our bacon once. There was this white biker gang who was passing by
the area and I sort of offended one of their mates. It was a small thing
but they were going to kill me, and then Virgil here got involved so they
started to beat the both of us up, not that we weren't giving as good as we
got, mind you. And then your mate was there and he and *his* gang got us
out. We've always sort of frequented the same kinda bars, so we kept
bumping into each other again."

The man paused. He was obviously torn between looking at me and at the
sweet spot between Jimmy's legs. "And then a few weeks ago he came up to us
with a proposition.  I'm not sure how he found out about the sort of things
we were interested in, but suffice to say his idea really whetted our
appetites. I didn't really believe what he was saying at first, but the
more we thought about it the more we realized that we had to at least find
out. And he didn't have any reason to lie to us."

I glanced up at my friend who had a blissful expression on his face as my
boy gagged on the first five inches of his mancock.

"What *did* you tell them, man?"

Sam looked at me and grinned. "Just the truth, man. That you have a
forteen-year-old son that we both fuck regularly. That you like to share
him with other studs and that you really get off on watching him get fucked
and sexually abused by strangers."

I was impressed. "Well, that *does* sort of sum it all up very nicely." I
looked over at the two construction workers and smiled. "He's got that 100%
correct. And since you and Sam are good buddies, I won't even charge you a
penny!"

We all laughed again. Except for Jimmy, of course. It's hard to laugh when
you've got seven inches of prime cockmeat drilling down your throat.

"So you really like to fuck white boys? Like my friend here?" I asked
Virgil who'd been fairly quiet so far.

"Hell yeah," he assured me. "Actually, I like all types of boys, but white
boys seem to have that something extra. Especially sissy little boys who
pretend to hate it and would scream and moan as they're fucked. They can be
so cute and they have that look on their faces that just makes you want to
fuck them even harder."

I stared at the black man, my eyes widening a little, and then me and Sam
exchanged glances. "Looks like we have a real brother here." I murmured.

"That's what I was telling you, man." Sam reminded me, and then closed his
eyes again as he continued to feed Jimmy his cock.

I grunted and held the boy motionless about halfway down my cock as I felt
the tell- tale boiling in my balls. I didn't want to cum too soon, what
with all the fun still to come. As the urge slowly subsided, I glanced at
Rob and motioned him over.

"You want to take over for a while? I'd better go and get you guys a
drink."

Rob looked like he'd just won a week-long vacation in the
Caribbean. "S..Sure," he half-stammered.

As the white guy rose from his chair and walked over to us, his hand still
slowly stroking his eight-incher, Sam eased his monster off my boy's face
and withdrew a couple steps back. I pushed Jimmy upwards and completely off
my dick, and then held the little bitch easily up in the air as I heaved
myself off the couch. I waited for Rob to make himself comfortable on the
warm leather, and when he nodded up at me, I lowered Jimmy onto his lap. At
first I did it slowly so that the man would have time to align his wickedly
curving prong with my boy's pussy, but once I saw from the look on his face
that his cockhead was in, I let go of the boy completely, letting him
free-fall onto the remaining seven inches of impaling mandick. The sound of
Jimmy's strangled, all-the-breath-knocked-out-of-him whimper was very sweet
on my ears.

Rob let out a long low groan as the boy sank stiffly onto his lap. Without
wasting any time, Sam grabbed Jimmy's head, forced it to one side to that
the boy's cheek rested on Rob's bulging bicep, and fed his long black
schlong into the wet waiting mouth once more. Jimmy's agonized moan had
barely died down before it was muffled again by my friend's big negro dick.

I looked down critically at the boy. "Having your mouth stuffed with a big
black dick is no excuse to play dumb, boy. You heard the black man just
now, didn't ya?"  I indicated Virgil with a finger. "He likes to hear white
boys scream and moan as they're fucked. Go on. Scream and moan for him,
boy."

Jimmy's eyes fluttered up at me with what looked like disgust. I grinned
down at him and waited.

"Mmmmphh.." The bitch moaned almost tentatively. "Nnnnghh.." Stronger this
time.  "Ohhmm. Ohhh.. Ohhhhmph...". The boy's pubescent, soprano whining
would put the sluttiest of whores to shame.

"Louder. Make sure I can hear you in the kitchen," I told him.

The little slut's restrained cries of delight (he might have made them
sound like cries of pain, but I knew better) accompanied me dutifuly as I
made my way to the fridge. I grabbed a six-pack, the mineral water bottle
I've prepared earlier and a glass and made my way back to the living
room. Of course, I haven't told Jimmy yet about the bottle. It *used* to
contain mineral water, but now it was about half full of a different,
yellow liquid. I don't know if Jimmy realizes what a thoughtful Daddy he
has. I mean, other Daddies would probably not care a whit if their boys got
dehydrated doing such hot tiring work.

When I got back to the living room, I saw that Virgil now stood close to
the others, his eyes devouring Jimmy as if he was the most beautiful little
angel he'd ever seen.  His lips were moving soundlessly, sort of mimicking
the little bitch's cries as he bounced on Rob's lap. Man, the guy was
obsessive. It'd be fun to see what he does to Jimmy when his turn comes.

I glanced at the tv and saw that the scene had shifted to the one in the
bedroom.  Jimmy was still playing with his dildo, but this time he was face
down on the sheets, his back arched and his butt up over his spread knees
and feet. He was fucking the dildo in and out of his boycunt, saying 'Yes!
Oh yes!' over and over again and 'Fuck me, Daddy!' and things like
that. His other hand was pulled up over his head, a steel handcuff securing
it to the bedpost. I knew that in a few minutes Sam and I would be walking
into the room, pretending to be surprised at the boy playing with himself.
'I leave you cuffed to the bed as a punishment for being such a naughty
boy,' I'd scream at him, 'but look at what you're doing now!'. We'd then
cuff both of his hands to the bedposts and proceed to fuck the daylights
out of him. Maybe one day if I got tired of boys I'd consider making my
name in Hollywood. But then again, they *do* have some really cute boys
over there, don't they?

"You okay?" I peered at Rob, who was sort of puffing as if he'd just run a
mile.

"Yeah," he grunted. "This boy.. It just feels so good."

I smiled with real pleasure then. Jimmy was avoiding looking at me as he
'ooh'ed and 'aah'ed around Sam's cock. I knew what was riling the
boy. Rob's statement had just confirmed to me that the little bitch was
clenching and unclenching his cunt around the man's cock, milking it for
all it's worth, just the way I taught him to. The boy was mad at himself
for admitting just how much he was enjoying it.

"I sure hope so," I said. "I'd hate to think that our new friends would
later be leaving here unsatisfied! Well, here are the beers. Come and get
one whenever you're ready."

I deposited the six-pack on the table - the one that still had Jimmy's now
empty breakfast plate on it - and sat down on a nearby couch. As I sat, one
hand stroking my slime-coated hard-on, I lifted the bottle in my other hand
and sloshed the contents around a little, before slowly unstoppering it.

"Is that what I think it is?" Sam was looking at me askance.

"Yup," I told him cheerfully. "A little tonic for our boy. I'm sure he's
very thirsty, since he didn't get any drink with his breakfast."

Despite the cocks on either end of him and the constant moaning, my words
must have pierced the boy's senses after all. He struggled slightly against
Sam's grip and brought his head around enough to be able to look at me at
an angle. His eyes widened when he saw the three-quarters-full bottle in my
upraised hand.

"He drinks piss, too?" Virgil wanted to know.

"He drinks, and eats, and," something crossed my mind, "probably even
fucks, whatever I tell him to."

The boy was shaking his head slightly again, his expression mortified.

"Whatever, huh?" Virgil repeated. "Cool."

That 'cool' sounded like a promise. I wondered again what sort of things
were going on in the black man's mind. Sam and me might just have stumbled
upon something rare here; somebody even more twisted than the two of
us. The prospect made me wet my lips.

Under Jimmy's disgust-stricken eyes, I poured a glass of the cooled morning
piss from the bottle. Piss, of course, was better while still warm, but
there'd be plenty of that later for the boy, once we'd all consumed lots of
beer and built up a huge store of it in our bladders. It's been a while
since Jimmy continued his piss training, and this visit by Sam's friends
could well be the perfect opportunity for some intensive revisions.

"Don't worry, boy," I told the slut. "As soon as Rob unloads his seed in
your pussy, we'll take a little break and take care of that great thirst of
yours."

As if on cue, the contruction worker grunted and stopped moving Jimmy on
his lap.  His eyes glazed over slightly, and I saw his buttocks clench as
he obviously started to blow his load into the boy. For his part, Jimmy
froze and remained stock-still as his rapist's semen flooded his guts. I
knew, however, from the slight rippling movements of the muscles in his
bottoms that he was still milking the man's cock, urging him on, asking for
more. When his eyes met mine once again, I could see the shame in it
mingling with disgust at himself.

"Well, time for your drink, boy," I announced.

Jimmy actually resisted when Rob tried to push his small figure off his
lap. The boy grabbed at the man's thighs and clung to them as if his life
depended on it. I'm sure Rob enjoyed it somewhat but the little act of
defiance by Jimmy was inexcusable.  Luckily, Sam, who had withdrawn his
cock the moment Rob started cumming, took control of the situation and
easily and with some disdain dislodged the boy's grip and yanked him off
his friend's dick. There was an audible spurt as some of the man's cum
escaped from Jimmy's pussy and squirted onto the former's groin. Sam
half-dragged and half-carried the boy to me.

"No.." The boy was pleading, shaking his head from side to side. "Please
don't make me drink that, Daddy."

I looked at him sympathetically as Sam made him kneel in front of me and
forced the boy's mouth open with that same grip he used earlier. "What
makes you think you have a choice, son?" I asked him sadly. "You know that
your only purpose in life is to obey your Daddy, right? You *will* drink
this, boy, no question about it. This is just the start. We're all gonna be
pissing in you, later. I want that cute little tummy bloated with piss. And
then we're gonna make you piss it all out, before drinking it right back up
again. Isn't that gonna be so great?"

A broken sob escaped Jimmy's lips and his face twisted cutely as he started
to cry.  For some reason, having to drink piss always made him cry, no
matter how rebellious he was feeling.

"Now Sam is gonna let go of your mouth, so you'd better hold it open all on
your own, my boy. It's very rude to make him have to hold your filthy trap;
we don't want any of the disgusting piss to get on him, do we?"

Sam let go of the kid and, although his sobs grew a bit louder, Jimmy
managed to keep his soft full lips parted. All three men were now standing
around us. Rob had a look of slight awe in his face, while Virgil stared
intently at the boy as if he was silently urging Jimmy to pass this test so
that he could try even nastier things on the cutie. Both of their reactions
really pleased me.

I brought the piss-filled glass to my fourteen-year-old son's mouth until
the rim touched his lower lip. "I'm gonna start pouring it into you, boy,
but don't swallow until I tell you to." Despair glazed Jimmy's eyes at this
new instruction.

I placed one hand on the back of the boy's head to hold him steady and
began to tip the liquid into his waiting mouth. His expression turned into
one of pure disgust immediately, but mine became one of rapture. The sight
of the yellow waste flooding over his cute tongue and pink young gums was
more beautiful than any sunset. He managed to hold less than a quarter of
the contents of the glass before I had to stop.  For a few moments I just
stared down into his mouth, admiring how perfect he looked in that
instant. Then I leaned my nose over his mouth and sniffed.

"You stink, boy," I told him, screwing with his mind that little bit
more. "Now close your mouth and slosh that piss around for a while."

Jimmy obeyed, his cheeks ballooning and shifting about as he played with
the urine.  His red teary eyes looked up at me in that begging-for-mercy
look that just made me want to humiliate him even more. I let him wash his
mouth with the human waste for one full minute.

"Good boy," I patted the back of his head. "You can swallow it now. Be
quick about it boy, there's still a lot for you to drink here."

The boy's eyes closed and his face twisted into agonized revulsion as he
forced the awful liquid down his slender throat. I brought the glass to his
lips again immediately. Watching the boy struggle time after time to down
each mouthful was so hot that I'd begun to drool a steady string of
precum. Rob had grown hard again somewhere around the third mouthful, and
Virgil's cock, which had yet to sample Jimmy's goods, looked like it'd
burst with impatience. I saved a lot more piss for the last mouthful and
poured all of it between Jimmy's lips. That took him by surprise and he
frantically tried to swallow some of it, but some obviously went down the
wrong way which made him cough piss up his nose. I shook my head at him
with displeasure and told him to rub the mixture of snot and urine all over
his face. As he did this, I put the empty glass down and reached one hand
down to his flat tummy to massage it.

"That must feel so good, to have all that piss in your stomach," I said to
him.  "Since you like it so much, why don't I just let you drink the whole
bottle?"

Sam had to help me hold the boy this time. Watching his cute little adam's
apple bob up and down as the level of piss in the bottle went down steadily
was a real pleasure. When he was done, I reached down to massage his tummy
again. It now had that sexy little tell-tale bump that almost a litre of
piss in a young boy made. I rubbed his belly around firmly until he let out
a little burp. That made his face go completely red, as if it wasn't red
enough before.

"Hmm, not quite enough, I think," I mused aloud. "Tell you what, once
everyone starts pissing into you, I'll check it again from time to time to
make sure you're well and truly bloated. And then you can perform a belly
dance for us so that we can all hear the filth sloshing around inside you."
Then I looked up at Virgil's anxious face. "Break's over. He's all yours,
my friend."

I'd hardly finished my sentence before the big black man was dragging my
son away to the 'fucking couch' (I'm not sure why he didn't choose a
different place). At first I thought he was going to do the same thing as
Rob did but it soon became apparent that he had other ideas. He threw my
boy face down into the couch and then forced him to climb up the thing
until his knees rested on the armrests thus forcing his legs wide open and
exposing his cute little pussy. Then, the african-american forced the boy's
head down against the couch's back, pushing his head down enough to make
his butt jutt out at a convenient fucking position. Jimmy whimpered like a
dog but Virgil paid him no heed. He grabbed both of the boy's wrists in one
hand and held them off to one side, and then began to skewer the little
slut with his nine- inch cock.

The man sure knew how to treat a bitch, I thought as I stroked my leaking
cock. Sam was also quite impressed by the way he was nodding to himself in
approval. Jimmy's protests had turned into choked, panting grunts as he
strove to deal with Virgil's invading tool.

"Scream, bitch," the black man ordered my boy. "When I fuck a bitch, I want
to hear her scream out for more."

Jimmy clamped his mouth shut, but it was hard not to react when you've got
something that looked like a baseball bat being ground into your ass, and
soon he was panting hard again, this time through his nose. He looked so
cute like that, with his stubborn little face pressed hard into the leather
of the couch while his thin white body twitched on the end of the bull cock
of a negro three times his size. The boy must be enjoying himself so much.

"Do you feel that cock ripping your cunt apart, bitch?" Virgil asked the
boy. "Do you like that? Bet you want me to stick the whole thing up your
cunt, huh?"

My son shook his head stubbornly, although his movements were very much
restricted by Virgil's grip on him.

"I can't hear you, boy. Sounds to me like you really want this fuckstick
all the way up your pussy."

"Nnnoo.." Jimmy croaked.

"No what? You're not making any sense, cunt. Let's see if this'll help."
With those words, Virgil put one foot up onto the seat of the couch, flexed
his hips, and slammed the rest of his nine-incher into my son's pussy.

"Nnnngaaaaaahhhh!!" Jimmy's second attempt at replying transformed into an
agonized scream as the black man bottomed out in him. Before he could
recover, Virgil started to pump his cock savagely into the tight hole, his
hips a blur as he pistoned his dick in and out of my boy's suffering
hole. He was fucking the cunt so fast that he'd probably set a new world
record. Despite his foot on the seat, the man's powerful lunges shook the
piece of furniture as strongly and noisily as if we were having an
earthquake.

The effects on Jimmy was fascinating. His whole body tensed up and his
trapped hands spread open like claws. His eyes went wide as saucers and his
jaw dropped open and twitched as if he was trying unsuccessfully to cough
out something that was blocking his throat. As his toes curled up on the
armrests and his feet jackknifed to either side of his bum, a low,
continuous moan came out from the boy, a moan that vibrated in tandem with
Virgil's fucking rhythm and rose higher and higher in pitch until it became
a shrill cry of unbearable pain and stimulation.

The boy paused, breathing heavily, and then, "No!" he screamed. "Stop!
Please!"  He began to struggle against his rapist, twisting his arms and
body to try to get away, almost overturning the couch in the process.
Virgil let go of the slut's head and wrists, grabbed his thighs and yanked
him backwards until the boy's head and chest fell onto the seat. With his
butt firmly affixed to the big man's tool, this left Jimmy hanging down
almost vertically. He flailed his now free hands about to free himself but
the best he could manage were ineffectual slaps on Virgil's forearm. The
big man smirked, gathered himself, and resumed the fast, brutal fuck.

Jimmy's eyes snapped open and he began to shout again. "No! Fuck! Ohh!
No!", he screamed in between pants. "Ohh! Stop! Stop fucking me! Oh!" He
was screaming loud enough to be heard by the neighbors, but he didn't seem
to care. It wouldn't be the first time they heard him, in any case. "Stop!
Please! Oh fuck!" It was always nice to hear him swear like that, too.
Jimmy was such an innocent boy that, unlike other kids, he never seemed to
cuss or swear. Being fucked royally always seemed to bring out the best in
the boy.

"That's right, you little pussy," Virgil said approvingly. "Scream for me,
baby.  Scream your heart out as I plough your hungry cunt!"

And the boy kept pleading, too; loud despairing cries for mercy
interspersed with wild yelps of pain. His fists beat uselessly on the
leather seat, and drool leaked copiously from his open mouth. I was getting
greatly aroused and couldn't help myself from getting up and going over to
the two lovebirds for a closer look. Rob was already there, too.

"Yeah, pound the bitch hard, man," he was saying. "Fuck his brains out."
Rob was stroking his hard-again cock, and I nodded approvingly as I played
with mine. For long minutes we stood there looking on as Virgil continued
to fuck my little boy senseless. The black man kept urging Jimmy to scream,
intensifying his pace or jabbing his cock from new angles whenever the
boy's tormented cries started to subside.

"Ohhh.." Virgil moaned. "Your pussy's so nice and tight. I'm gonna breed
you, make you my bitch." He ignored Jimmy's shrill pleas. "Feel that, cunt?
That's right. I'm gonna send ya to pussy heaven any moment now."

I could see that Virgil was close. The man wrapped his bulging arms around
Jimmy's tiny waist and crouched over the boy as he redoubled his assault on
the bitch's poor tortured hole. Half-buried under the mountain of ebony
muscles, my fourteen- year-old stepson shrieked as his little cunt
virtually 'thrummed' around his black molester's thick, gut-splitting
mancock.

"Aiiieeeeee!!" Jimmy wailed as volley after volley of his boycum splattered
down the side of the couch, extracted forcibly out of him by the vibrating
fuck-machine that was Virgil. My boy's slender, smooth body spasmed around
the black man's cock, making him jerk about like a puppet. Virgil tensed up
in his turn, letting out a low growl as he unloaded his seed deep in my
boy's guts. He seemed to cum for a long time, and then he relaxed and gave
the kid a couple final pumps before withdrawing.  The man's slick,
throbbing rod made a loud wet pop as it exited Jimmy's swollen cunt.  The
hole gaped open prettily, pulsing and then vomiting a large glob of cum
from its depths. As we watched, the gooey liquid began to ooze slowly down
Jimmy's perineum and thighs.

Before Virgil could put him down, Sam came around to take hold of the boy's
legs. As Virgil backed away from them, Sam flipped the mumbling, incoherent
boy over and lowered his slight figure onto the couch, letting the boy's
butt dangle over the edge of the seat. He then grabbed the boy's legs
behind the knees and pushed them up and back until his feet rested on
either side of his head, pushing the boy's distended hole, which was still
dribbling cum, high enough to be aligned with his monster dick as he
squatted in front of the couch. I watched with pleasure as enough sense
returned to the boy to make him realize what was going to happen next.

"No..," he pleaded brokenly, his teary-eyed face a study in dismay as Sam's
familiar, well nigh eleven inches of fuckstick teased his opening.

On the telly, the other Jimmy was kneeling on the floor beside the bed and
kissing my feet as he murmured his thanks repeatedly for punishing his
naughty behavior.

I smiled with complete satisfaction. This was turning out better than I
expected, and we're only just at the end of round one. It wasn't even noon
yet, and there were still so many ways for me, Sam and our two new friends
to abuse Jimmy. After Sam's done we're gonna have a beer break, during
which Jimmy'd be our own movable toilet.  Then, with his tummy bloated with
piss, we'd bring him to the bedroom and tie him up and gang-rape him
again. Fifty straps with a nice wide leather belt from each man would also
probably be appropriate for making such a mess on my favorite couch.  And
later on in the afternoon, of course, we'd all watch as the boy voids his
bursting bladder into a nice big pail and then drink up all that piss all
over again. Theoretically, we could make him do that forever. In the
evening we could take him to dinner in that little t-shirt of his so that
everyone could see his swollen belly. And tomorrow - tomorrow the fun would
start all over again.