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 After The End by William Rush

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like this.  This is fantasy.  If you feel that you are in danger of
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Any similarities to real people or places, is completely coincidental.

   This story is a work of fiction.

   Chapter One

   The man waited patiently.  He saw the dust clouds on the horizon.  It
would only be a matter of time before they arrived.  He had followed them
since he found the last farm they visited.  They'd killed the men and women
there and left the children to fend for themselves.  He'd sent Sam with the
boy and girl, had him take them to Little Bow.  He knew these three
wouldn't stop 'til someone stopped them.

   Bobby tapped him on the shoulder and handed him the binoculars.  Two of
them rode hoverbikes, the other one drove an old gutted out jeep.  They had
stopped to scout out a small house on the edge of some woods.

   "Want me to take 'em?" Bobby asked as he looked through the scope on his
rifle.  The man looked at the teen.  He was 15, a man by the standards of
the day, but he just couldn't think of letting him spill blood.  Maybe
because the man still remembered the days before everything ended.  Boys
his age played sports, went to school, they didn't shoot killers.  If Bobby
wasn't the son of the Chief, he'd have left him back at the base.

   "No," the man said.  "I want you to go back and get behind them. 
They'll be going down to that house before long.  I aim to stop them before
they make it."

   "I can do that," Bobby said, excitement in his voice.

   "Quietly," the man said.  "Remember three to two.  We can't rush in
their guns blazing.  We got to think about this.  You got your radio?"

   "Yep," Bobby said, pulling it out of his pocket.

   "Good," the man said.  "Keep the volume low and keep your distance.  If
you fire, I want you at least a 100 yards from them.  Remember how far a
yard is?"

   "3 feet," Bobby said.  "I aint no dirt farmer, I know my distances."

   "Good," the man said.  "Move out then."

   The man moved quietly over the ridge.  Every once in awhile he caught
sight of Bobby as he poked his head over the ridge, watching the three men.
They were smoking something and sitting on the hood of the jeep talking.

   "You sure got a squealer," one of the bandits was saying.  " I thought
that girl would never shut up."

   "You're too big for the girls Tony," the other bandit said.  "You got to
stick to the boys.  They can take it."

   "Nah," Tony replied.  "Just got to stick it up their asses.  Stretch 'em
out good."

   "You think there's any bitches down there?" a bandit with a patch over
his eye asked.  "It's been awhile."

   "I'm sure there's something down there," Tony said.  "Maybe we can find
a pig for you."

   "Fuck you Tony," the bandit with the patch said.

   "Break times over boys," the other bandit shouted.  "Someone's coming
out, time to move."

   The bandit with the patch hopped in to the jeep and started it up.  The
other two jumped on their bikes ready to leave.  There was a thunk and the
back of one of the bandits head exploded, sending blood all over the place.


   "Damn it," the man said, sure that Bobby had disobeyed his order.  He
aimed his rifle at the bandit named Tony and pulled the trigger slowly. 
Tony barely had a chance to turn his head before the bullet ripped through
his chest.

   "Oh my god!  Oh my god!" The last bandit kept repeating as he crawled
behind his bike.

   "Give up and we'll take you back to base," the man hollered.

   "I aint giving up," the bandit screamed.  "If you don't kill me now,
you'll hang me later!"

   "That's true," the man hollered back.  "But at least you have some time
to escape."

   "I know who you are!" The bandit screamed.  "You shot my brother!"

   "Who do you think I am?" the man asked.  "You're Carl from the
Watchers," the bandit shouted.

   "What if I am?" the man said.  "Don't mean you have to die now.  Come
quietly and we can take things into account.  I heard you didn't rape
anyone, if I put a good word in, say you cooperated, I might get you placed
in the mines."

   "I aint dieing in no mines either," the bandit said.  "Just shoot me."

   "I aim to if you don't give up," Carl said.

   The last bandit eyes bulged and he coughed a spatter of blood before the
shot was heard.  Carl ducked behind the ridge again, praying to God Bobby
was doing the same.  He knew a shot from that distance had to come from the
house by the woods.

   Carl took out his hankerchief and waved it above his head, hoping
whoever was firing didn't blow off his hand.  When no one shot he finally
stood up and walked towards the farm.

   "Bobby you there?" Carl asked.

   "I'm here," Bobby replied.

   "If this man shoots me you leave," Carl said.  "Don't go after him. 
Head back to base and tell them what happened."

   "I've got your back Carl," Bobby said.

   "I don't need you at my back," Carl said.  "I need you to head back to
base if anything happens."

   "I can take him Carl," Bobby said.

   "Listen to me you little peach fuzzed pecker," Carl screamed.  "If you
so much as move, I swear to fucking God I'll shoot you myself, you
understand?"

   He heard what sounded like a sniffle on the other end of the radio.

   "Do you understand?" Carl screamed.

   "Yeah," Bobby said.  "You don't have to do no name calling."

   "I'm sorry Bobby," Carl said.  "Just this man, he's got an aim on him.
He could take us before we get in range to shoot.  You remember that."

   "If he shoots you I'll go back to base," Bobby said.

   "Good boy," Carl said as he finally neared the farm.

   Carl could see the curtain in one of the windows move, the barrel of a
very large rifle was poking through a square of broken glass.

   "Who are you?" A voice shouted from behind the window.

   "My name is Carl," Carl replied.  "I'm with the Watchers."

   "What are you doing here?" The voice asked.

   "I was tracking those men you shot," Carl said.

   "I didn't shoot them all," the voice said.

   "I aint arguing," Carl said.

   "Well they're dead now," the voice said.  "You can leave."

   "I plan on it," Carl said.  "I just didn't want you to shoot me or the
boy on our way out."

   "Your boy is gone," the voice said.  "He headed out as soon as you were
walking this way."

   "God damn," Carl said.

   "Better than him getting his own head shot off," the voice said.  "Don't
care for shooting anything that don't deserve it."

   "That's good to know," Carl said.  "I guess I'll be on my way then."

   "I tell you what," the voice said.  "Put your rifle on the ground and
you can come in for a drink."

   "Sounds good," Carl said as he let his rifle drop softly to the ground.

   "Step back," the voice said.

   Carl stepped back about 20 feet.  The door to the farm house clicked and
then opened.  A little blonde haired boy with his head shaved ran out of
the house.  The boy had no pants on and was only wearing a torn t-shirt
meant for a man to cover his parts.  The boy picked up the barrel of the
rifle with one hand and dragged it towards the house.  The boy couldn't be
more than eight years old.  He had a collar around his neck.  A small lock
kept the boy from taking the collar off.

   "Jesus," Carl said under his breath as he watched the boy dissappear out
of sight.

   "You can come in now," the voice said.

   Carl wasn't sure if he wanted to go in anymore, but he was pretty sure
he didn't want to offend anyone who kept a boy locked up like this man did.
At least not without a gun in his hand.

   As he entered the small house, the first thing he noticed was the light
bulb flickering.

   "Electricity?" Carl asked.

   "I got a generator in the back," the voice said.  "I run it on alcohol I
get from the corn."

   Carl looked at the man that had been talking to him.  He was a big man
with long dark hair.  He stood at least 6 and half feet tall and didn't
have a bit of fat to speak of.  The man was in his long johns.  The bulge
in the front left nothing to the imagination.

   "Didn't have time to dress," the man apologized.

   "No worries," Carl said looking around.  The young boy he had seen
earlier was crouching in the corner, watching him.  The boy ate a piece of
bread, he didn't look particularly abused or frightened.

   "That's Josh," the man said.  "And I'm Mike.  Big Mike people call me...
well used to."

   "Howdy Josh," Carl said, then turned to the man.  "Nice to meet you
Mike."

   Carl looked around the room and saw two other boys were staring at him.
Both of these boys wore collars as well.  One looked to be the same age as
Josh, the other a couple years older.  The older one looked about 10
actually and had dark black hair and olive skin.  Obviously from Santa
Maria to the south.  The boy was completely naked except for the collar
around his neck.  Carl noticed the boy was circumcised.

   "That's Manuel," Big Mike said pointing to the Spanish boy.  "And that's
Johnny."

   "Howdy boys," Carl said.

   Johnny also had dark hair, but it wasn't as dark as Manuel's.  He was
obviously the smallest of the boys.  He too wore very little clothing, only
a small t-shirt that left his parts exposed.  The boy still had his skin
over the end of his dick.

   "Wondering why they're wearing collars?" Big Mike asked.

   "I assumed they were slaves," Carl said.

   "Yeah," Big Mike said.  "How do you feel about that?"

   "I'm not fond of slavery," Carl said.  "It's a relic of the past that
should've never come back."

   "Well you might be right there," Big Mike said.  "But nearest I can
tell, aint no laws against it in these parts."

   Carl nodded.  He was well aware of the laws.  This wasn't Earth after
all.

   "They're good boys," Big Mike said.  "They'll keep you warm at night, if
you need it."

   "I don't," Carl began, but was interrupted.

   "I believe your bodies betraying you," Big Mike said, looking at the
bulge that was growing inside Carl's pants.  "Which one do you fancy?"

   "I'm not going to get warm with these boys," Carl said, readjusting
himself.

   "Well maybe you're getting hard for me," Big Mike said.  "Shame though,
don't much care for anything that's got hair down there.  You shaved?"

   "I'm not getting hard for you either," Carl said.

   Big Mike looked out the window and said, "Looks like your boy is coming
this way.  Trying to be sneaky about it too.  You want to go out and get
him before he starts shooting?"

   "God damn," Carl said as he moved towards the door and opened it. 
"Bobby you shoot me and I'll beat you within an inch of living!"

   "Carl," Bobby said, running towards the door.  "I thought something had
happened to you."

   "Nothings happened," Carl said.  "We're just talking."

   "I didn't want to leave you here if...," Bobby started, then trailed
off.

   "I know Bobby," Carl said.  "You wait out here and we'll be off soon."

   "What," Big Mike said, coming to the door.  "Let the boy come in and get
cool.  Hot as hell out there."

   "He don't need to see this," Carl said.

   "See what," Bobby said.

   "You two are from Little Bow," Big Mike said.  "Im sure he's seen the
peg boys, this wont shock him."

   "Peg boys," Bobby said.  "This a brothel Carl?"

   "No," Carl said.  "Not quite."

   Bobby pushed his way past Carl and saw the three half dressed boys.  His
eyes traveled up and down the boys bodies.  Carl knew the boy was getting
excited.  It was the way of the world now.  No morales.  Men seemed to
sleep with anything they could stick their dicks in.  Boys like Bobby were
even worse, they had a need that far surpassed their reasoning.  He was
certain Bobby was thinking of all the things these boys could do for him.
Shit, Carl had thought the same thing, if the truth be told.

   "We need to be heading out," Carl said.

   "Before dark?" Big Mike asked.  "That don't sound smart.  Tell you what,
why don't we bury those men and the boy, I mean Bobby here, can mind the
boys.  Seems only fair since you dropped one of them yourself."

   "Alright," Carl replied.  "But after that we have to go.  Bobby keep
your hands to yourself."

   Carl walked out the door and didn't hear Big Mike whisper in Bobby's
ear, "The blonde one there's got a mouth like an angel.  Don't be shy."

   It took several hours to bury the bodies.  They dug one hole and dropped
the three men inside.  Carl spent a moment by the grave and thought to
himself quietly.

   "I guess you don't take killing well," Mike said.

   "They were God's creatures," Carl said.  "Still if I hadn't done
something, who's to say what they would've done."

   "True enough," Big Mike said.  "You seem like a good man Carl."

   "I don't know about that," Carl said as he turned back towards the
cabin.

   "No," Big Mike said.  "You're a good man.  I can tell."

   "I've never been one to turn down kind words," Carl said.

   "You don't say thank you much, do you?" Big Mike said, laughing.

   "Better check on the boys," Carl said.

   "Hopefully he hasn't worn 'em out before bed time," Big Mike said.

   "You don't think?" Carl asked.

   "You see how he was looking at little Josh," Big Mike said.  "I'm
thinking by now he's moved on to thirds."

   Carl opened the door to find Bobby naked except for his t-shirt, his
cock thrusting in and out of Manuel who was panting as Josh sucked the
boy's little penis.

   "Bobby!" Carl hollered, as Bobby pulled out of the boy's ass and tried
to cover up.

   "Give the boy some slack," Big Mike said.  "Aint none of them virgins."

   "We don't do that kind of thing in the Watchers," Carl said.

   "Yeah," Big Mike said.  "And they don't do that kind of thing in the
church either."

   "Get dressed Bobby," Carl said.

   "Let the boy finish," Big Mike said.  "Seems like you're the only one
who's got a problem with feeling good."

   "We need to go," Carl said.

   "You aren't going now," Big Mike said.  "It's nearly dark.  Rest up
here. I'll take the boys in the back with me, keep them away from the
stallion here."

   "I'm sorry, Carl," Bobby said as he pulled his pants on, his erection
still poking out the front.

   "Go up and bring those bikes down," Carl said.  "The car too.  And be
careful, we don't know if they'll have friends coming after them."

   "Yes, sir," Bobby said, sounding a bit ashamed.

   Carl watched as the boy walked up towards the vehicles, stopping to
adjust himself as he went.

   "Funny," Big Mike said.  "You don't have no problem giving the boy a gun
to fight, but he can't dip his wick in some pussy."

   "Last time I checked, boys didn't have pussies," Carl said.

   "God," Big Mike said.  "You're right.  I should just send them to Little
Bow, so they can starve on the streets or sit on a peg all day."

   "No you should take care of them," Carl said.

   "I do," Big Mike said.  "And they take care of me.  Works both ways. 
You know no one else here is complaining, what happened to make you a
puritan."

   "I'm not a puritan," Carl said.  "I just don't believe that children
should be doing that sort of thing."

   "Well they do," Big Mike said.  "And they've been doing 'that sort of
thing' since before the end came."

   "Don't make it right," Carl said.

   "And why do you get to choose what's right?" Big Mike asked.

   "I'm not here to debate this," Carl said.

   "Of course not," Big Mike said.  "You're here sporting a hard on,
staring at my boys, telling me how evil I am for having the same thing."

   "I'm not going to argue with you," Carl said.  "I might have a hard on,
but I'm not going to do anything to those boys."

   "Yeah," Big Mike said.  "Well that's fine, but there's nothing that says
I can't.  This aint civilization, this aint Earth, so why don't you just
live in the now."

   "I do live in the now," Carl said.  "That's the problem."

   Chapter Two

   Carl heard one of the boy's wails.  The rhythmic slapping of Big Mike as
he obviously fucked the boy, could be heard through the thin sheet that
separated the rooms.  Carl was sure the boy's would never get used to a rod
the size of Big Mike's.

   "Fuck," Big Mike shouted.  "You love it, don't you boy."

   "Unnhhh!  Unnhhh!" Was the only reply heard.

   "Why don't you do it too," He heard Bobby ask.

   "It's not right," Carl said.  "They're supposed to be children.  Sex, it
just steals that from them."

   "That's because you think sex is dirty," Bobby said.  "Pa told me that
sex is nothing different than kissing or wrestling.  The only problem is
people think it's special, but it's not really.  Pa says love is special,
sex is a biological function.  Whatever that means."

   "You're Pa is right," Carl said.  "But it still isn't right.  Boys
weren't made for a man to do things to.  They don't have the parts for it."


   "Girls aren't made for a man either," Bobby said.  "But they have the
parts for it."

   "I didn't say they were," Carl said.

   "Yeah, but you didn't complain when Sally got married to Wilkins," Bobby
said.  "And she wasn't but 13 years old."

   "It's different now," Carl said, listening to the sound of the young
boy's groans become louder.

   "How's it different?" Bobby asked.  "Seems like you don't want to do it
'cause you feel guilty.  Pa told me what happened to you in the End.  That
don't mean this is wrong."

   "Don't talk about that," Carl said.

   "Ohhh!  Ohhh!" The boy in the back screamed with each thrust, his own
feelings rising to the point of no return.  The boy almost sobbed, not
understanding how the fullness did this to his penis.

   "Yeah you feel it," Big Mike said in a loud voice for his blind
audience. "You got the tightest ass boy."

   "Don't sound like he wants to stop," Bobby said, then got up and walked
to the sheet that blocked the two sides of the room.

   Bobby pulled the sheet aside and saw Manuel and Josh huddled at the head
of the bed, watching as Johnny sat on top of Big Mike's dick.  Bobby was
sure it must have been nine inches long.

   "I have to go to the bathroom," Bobby said.

   "There's a pot in the corner," Big Mike said.  "Just be sure not to pee
on the floor."

   Bobby watched for a moment more as Big Mike thrust in and out of the
small lad.  The boy's head rolled from side to side, his eyes closed, as
his body shook each time the man's hips smacked his bottom.  Bobby let the
sheet fall back to place as he walked over to the pot.  He dropped his
pants and started to pee.  He didn't even try to hide his erection,
impressive in it's own right at seven inches long.

   "Fuck," Carl said.  "You're old enough.  If he wants you back there, you
can go.  Do what you want, but don't come crying to me if you feel guilty
in the morning."

   "Really?" Bobby asked.

   "Yeah," Carl said.  "You're old enough to get married, you're old enough
to make your own choices I guess."

   "Thank you Carl!" Bobby said as he finished up pissing.  He didn't even
bother putting his cock away as he went to the sheet and pulled it aside.

   "I heard boy," Big Mike said, between grunts.  "It's only a sheet.  Pick
a boy and get at it."

   Carl heard a gasp from one of the boys.

   "Lube boy," Big Mike hollered.  "You got to use lube.  God you trying to
tear them up?"

   "Sorry," Bobby said.  After a moment there was a grunt as Bobby
obviously re-entered with a slippery dick.

   Carl walked to the door and stepped outside.  He remembered that day
when the Company came down.  The colony had failed to make its payment and
was too far behind to catch up.  That was the end.  The power plant, the
schools, every building that had anything to do with society were taken
away.  The Terra-formers were the only thing left behind.  Society crumbled
shortly afterwards.

   No one came for them.  Carl's parents abandoned him when he was nine. 
He lived on the streets turning tricks for the few soldiers that ran the
cities.  They were the only ones with food to give to the boy.  He knew
full well what these boys were feeling now.  He had big men when he was a
boy.  He knew how you just counted the time til they were done.  Did
anything you could to be someplace else, someplace besides right there.

   After awhile it didn't hurt, it just felt full.  Occasionally a big man
would come along and you'd feel the twinges of pain, but you could take it
if you had to.  In order to eat, you had to.  He swore he would never do
that to a child.

   Some of he boys he grew up with were men now.  He bristled when they
made jokes or went to see the peg boys.  They'd always pick the ones
sitting on the smallest pegs, so they could hear them squeal.

   Carl had only been with a boy once, when he was drunk.  He was in a bar.
The Barkeep brought his son out to dance for the patrons.  Before long the
boy was giving blow jobs for 10 credits.  One of Carl's friends paid the 10
credits and told the boy to blow Carl.  Carl could've stopped him, but he
didn't.  He watched as the Asian boy, no older than six or seven, expertly
sucked his dick.  Taking almost all eight inches down his throat.  He
groaned looking at how small the boy looked with his lips wrapped around
his cock.  The dark rings under the boys eyes, the occasional whimper the
boy made as the other men at the table played with the boy's ass and cock,
nothing stopped him from coming down the boy's throat.

   Carl felt guilty for a month after that and swore he would never get
drunk again.  Now as he heard those familiar sounds of sex drifting out
from the open window, he felt this urge inside of him that he wasn't sure
he could stop.  To be honest, he wasn't sure if he wanted to stop it.

   Carl opened the door to find Manuel sitting on the bed, crouched over,
stroking his little 3 inch cock, listening to Big Mike and Bobby have their
way with the other boys.  When he saw Carl come in, there was a bit of
trepidation in his eyes.  He knew, despite what the man had said, that Carl
was going to have sex with him.  He scooped his fingers into a jar of
butter then rubbed it on his hole.  He held the jar out to Carl and rolled
over, propping himself up under a pillow.

   Carl unhitched his suspenders and let his pants fall down to around his
ankle.  Carl pulled the skin back from the head of his cock and rubbed some
of the butter over it, then along the shaft.  You can never have too much
butter, Carl thought to himself.  He looked down at the bruised hole on the
small boy below him.  It was still tight and closed.  Obviously the boy
wasn't used as much as he had presumed.  He rubbed his cock in the crack of
the boy's ass.  Listening to the boy's breathing, knowing full well the
anticipation that filled the boys mind.

   As Carl pushed forward, at first it slid away, unable to find purchase
against the struggling ring.  But Carl had experience, if only from being
on the receiving end.  He knew he had to hold it steady while he pushed. 
He knew to apply pressure slowly, so that's what he did.

   Manuel's whimpers joined the sound of the other two boys from behind the
sheet.  He struggled to stay still and allow the man's cock to enter him.
He had believed that the man would be smaller than Big Mike, and perhaps he
was shorter, but obviously the man was thicker than the cock he was used
to.

   Men marveled at Carl's penis as a boy.  Even at the age of nine it was 4
inches long and thicker than two of their fingers.  Now it was eight inches
long and thicker than young Manuel's wrist.  Carl knew he could get it all
inside a boy, especially one with a bit of experience, he just wasn't sure
he had the patience to do it slowly.

   As he heard the boy whimper it caused something inside of him to surge
forward.  He was aroused by the sounds.  For a moment he hated himself, but
then he told himself he would not cause any permanent harm to the boy and
he obviously wasn't a virgin.  Carl groaned as his dick finally slid past
the ring of the boy's hole.  Manuel wailed, feeling his hole stretch
further than ever before.  Carl groaned again as Manuel sobbed, the thick
cock finally finding purchase inside him.  Carl waited for a second,
letting the boy's ass adjust to his size.  When the boy's hole quit
twitching he was ready.

   "Oh God," Carl said, pushing forward, just a half inch.  It felt so
tight, tighter than anything he felt before.  He realized now what those
men were experiencing, the reason for his own pain as a child.

   "Don't kill the boy," Big Mike said, holding Johnny still on top of him.
Listening to the man who moments ago had made a declaration of purity.  "Go
slow man."

   "He's so tight," Carl said, looking down at the smooth back of the olive
skinned boy.  Manuel's head was turned to the side and Carl could see the
incredible look of concentration on the boy's face, how the boy would wince
each time he made the slightest movement.  He felt such control over the
boy.  That's what it was about, he decided, control.

   Big Mike grunted loudly as he finally came in little Johnny's ass. 
Johnny whimpered and spoke for the first time all day.

   "Take it out now," he pleaded.

   "Oh!" Big Mike said, stroking in and out a few more times before finally
lifting the boy off his still hard cock.  "You're lucky I don't go for a
second run."

   Little Johnny rolled off the man and crouched on the side of the bed,
feeling the man's warm seed leak out from inside his ass.  He heard Manuel
wail and prayed that he would not have to spend time with the visitor.  His
brother Josh was moaning beside him, his head turned toward Johnny watching
his brother recuperate, even as the young teenager behind him had his way.

   "Just a little bit more," Carl said as he pushed more of his thick cock
inside Manuel's tight ass.  "God, yes!"

   "Oh!  Oh!  It's too big," Manuel cried out, his eyes clenched close as
he felt every vein of the man's cock.

   "Quiet boy," Big Mike said, from behind the curtain.  "Or I'll have to
come out with the ball."

   "It's alright," Carl said.  "You can talk buddy."

   Manuel moaned, not sure if he could take everything this man had to
offer, he turned to look but only saw the hair around the man's crotch, not
how much was still left outside of him.  Carl was only halfway inside of
the boy's ass.  Four inches had never felt so big to the boy before.

   Carl slowly slid the rest of his cock inside the boy, a quarter of an
inch at a time.  It took 20 minutes to finally bottom out inside Manuel's
ass.  Carl groaned, feeling the warmth that surrounded him, he wished he
could leave it inside the boy forever.

   "God that's a thick one," Big Mike said, finally coming from around the
curtain.

   "Please don't watch," Carl said, as he moved his cock around in circles,
trying to stretch the boy out for what was to come.

   "It's okay," Big Mike said, kneeling beside the boy and rubbing his
back. "You aint doing anything wrong."

   "Oh god," Carl said, knowing full well how wrong this was, but in that
moment not caring.

   Carl pulled his cock out slowly, feeling the boy's anal ring grasping
each inch that was removed, and then without warning, he pushed back in. 
Manuel's eyes flew open and he gritted his teeth, feeling as if someone had
punched him from the inside.  All th air left his lungs and he gasped.

   "I'm sorry," Carl said.  "Oh god, you feel so good."

   "Oh!  Oh!" Manuel said.  "Please!  Please!"

   Carl noticed that the boy did not fight him as he moved inside, he just
endured the torment.  He remembered full well, how a boy becomes
subservient to a man.  He remembered how each time a man hovered above him,
he could feel that moment of fullness, and after awhile he longed for it.
How hard it was for him to give it up as a teenager.  Carl didn't stop
looking for other's to fuck him 'til he turned nineteen and got beat up
when he came onto an older man from beyond the shacks.

   "God you're so beautiful," Carl said, watching Big Mike stroke the boy's
back, trying to reassure the boy that everything would be alright.

   Carl removed his cock from the boy's ass, causing Manuel to gasp with
the sudden emptiness.  He rolled the boy over and pushed his legs back to
the boy's chest.

   "Here we go," Carl said, putting the head of his penis at the distended
ring of boy's ass.

   Manuel cried out at the sudden penetration, his eyes clenched and mouth
open, trying to accept the man that was thrusting inside.

   The cries of passion filled the air.  Bobby came inside Josh mere
moments before Carl.

   "Oh here it comes boy," Carl cried.  Thrusting in and out with short
fast strokes, eliciting short gasps from the boy, before finally crying out
and releasing his cum inside the boy's ass.

   The young boy whimpered, looking at the thick rod sticking inside of his
bottom, not believing it could actually fit inside.  It would not be the
biggest cock Manuel would have, but it would be the one he remembered most,
when he did remember having sex as a boy.

   Chapter Three

   Carl sat on the porch drinking some sour alcohol, watching the stars. 
Everyone was asleep now and he thought for sure that guilt would overwhelm
him, but he felt none.  In fact, if the truth be told, he wanted so much to
grab one of the boys from inside and go at it again.

   35 years old, he thought.  How much time wasted.  He had sex a few times
with women, but this was the first time he felt like he had actually had
sex.  It was inspiring.  He didn't think it would be possible to feel any
better than that moment he felt with Manuel.  The little Asian boy from the
bar was good, but Manuel was great.

   He heard one of the boys shift and looked to see little Josh squatting
over the pot, his face red, obviously trying to make something come out
that wasn't.  After several tries, the boy was nearly in tears.  Carl
motioned for the boy to come to the door.

   "Bring the pot," Carl said, the boy gave him a strange look, but picked
it up and walked to the man.

   "Sometimes it gets hard to go when you've had a man inside you, don't
it?" Carl asked.  The boy nodded, holding the pot in his hand.

   "Well I tell you what, you lean over my lap and I think I can help you
go," Carl said.

   "How?" The boy asked, speaking for the first time since Carl had
arrived.

   "Well, that's a secret," the man said, smiling.  The boy hesitated then
crawled into the man's lap.  The man spit on one of his fingers and found
the boy's hole.  He pushed in and felt the end of stool inside him. 
Obviously the men hadn't cleaned him out right before they had their fun,
or he probably could've passed the stool easily.  Now it was thick and it
wasn't going to come out without a little help.  The boy tried to push
against the man's finger.

   "Not yet," Carl said, slapping the boy's bare bottom lightly.  The boy
lay still his head resting in his crossed arms.  Carl could hear the boy
breathing heavily, obviously tired from the effort of trying to get rid of
this brick inside of him.

   Carl got two fingers inside the boy and started to move them around,
stretching his hole.  First just in circles, then after it stretched well
enough, he move it in a scissor pattern, pulling his fingers apart as far
as he could, then pulling them out.  The boy grunted when he did this, but
he rubbed the boy's back, reassuring him.

   Carl knew from experience, if this failed he'd have to give the boy an
enema, if that failed they'd have to take him to a doctor.  Carl was
certain that this would work though.

   Sure enough the next time the boy sat over the pot, he grimaced but Carl
saw the log come out of the boy's bottom, then finally drop down into the
pot.  The boy had tears in his eyes.  Carl looked and was amazed at the
size of the stool.  It was at least as big around has dick and probably an
inch longer.  Thoughts entered his mind, that he'd have to put off until
the morning.  That night he crawled into the bed and young Josh crawled
next to him, snuggling close, smiling at the man.

   The boy didn't realize the man had gotten horny fingering the boy, he
just thought the man had done it selflessly.  He could've asked Manuel and
realized that wasn't the truth.

   Chapter Four

   The next morning he woke to find Big Mike groaning, as little Johnny
sucked his cock.  Kneeling behind Johnny, Bobby let out his own groan as he
thrust his own cock inside the boy.  Carl was afraid he'd created a
monster. He got up and walked out to the porch to go to the bathroom. 
Little Josh followed.

   "You know," Carl said to the boy.  "I'm going to have my way with you
before I leave."

   The boy looked up at the man and nodded.

   "It's going to feel like it did last night when you moved that log,"
Carl said.

   "I can take it," Josh said.  "If you stretch me first."

   "I'm sure that aint going to be a problem," Carl said.  "I'd like to
have a go at each of you, no sense wasting an opportunity."

   Around noon was when he decided to take Josh.  The boy laid across his
lap, the other two boys watching as Carl slid first one, then two, then
three fingers inside the boy.  He used butter this time, instead of spit to
get the boy ready.  He stopped once he'd gotten three fingers in.  He
didn't want to stretch the boy out too much.  He wanted it to feel tight.

   "If you two are intent on watchin'," Carl said.  "Then you can help."

   "How?" Little Johnny asked.

   "You're going to hold his legs back," Carl said.  "Make sure he stays
wide open for me."

   Both the boys nodded their heads.  He pushed the boy off his lap and
motioned for the boy to move to the table on the porch.  He lifted him,
knowing the boy would be at the perfect height for sex.

   Each of the boys crawled on the side of Josh, holding onto his ankles.
Watching as the man moved close to the boy.  Johnny's breathing quickened
as he saw his brother being prepared to be sodomized.

   "Is it going to hurt?" Johnny asked.

   "Yeah," Manuel said in a low voice, before Carl could answer.

   Carl was hard as rock, he could've hung a weight on the end of his dick.
He rubbed up and down the boy's crack, til he felt the boy's hole.  It had
closed up since he'd fingered him, but it was still open a little.  The
boy's eyes flew open and he tilted his head to watch as the man applied
pressure to his hole, it wasn't until his anal ring loosened up and Carl
started to penetrate him, that little Josh leaned his head back on the hard
surface of the table and squealed.

   Tears streamed from the boy's eyes as he accepted the huge girth inside
him.  It was bigger than anything he could've believed.  He felt as if a
knife was running up his spine.  An involuntary sob escaped him as he
clenched his teeth and again squealed.

   "God," Carl said.  "You're so tight."

   "I'm not loose," the boy said.  "I'm not."

   "You're loose enough," Carl said.  He heard a vehicle coming up behind
him and for a second he thought about grabbing his gun.

   "It's only Big Mike," Johnny said as he watched the head of Carl's dick
enter his brother.  "Man that looks like it hurts a lot."

   Carl groaned and pulled out, applying more butter to the boy's ass and
then to his cock.

   "Starting without us," Big Mike hollered.  "That's not very neighborly."


   "The boy's are helping," Carl said.  "Keeping his legs open for me."

   "Seems like you can do that fine on your own," Big Mike said walking,
then seeing Carl entering inside the boy a second time said, "Fuck that
looks stretched."

   "He's tight," Carl said, as the young boy sobbed underneath him.  "I'll
do Johnny tonight, then we have to leave in the morning."

   "God," Big Mike said.  "Fuck 'em and leave 'em I guess."

   "We'll come back and visit," Bobby said as he moved up behind Manuel his
hand roaming up and down the boy's side.

   "I'm sure you will," Big Mike said.  "I'm sure you will."

   "God," Carl said, sliding an another inch into the slick passage.

   The boy was letting out short grunts now, each time Carl went a little
further.  He squirmed on the table, not trying to get away, but trying to
make it less painful.

   "God," Josh said.  "It's bigger than last night.  I can't take much
more."

   "Yes you can," Carl said.  "You just think you can't." Manuel grimaced
as Bobby began to force his way inside the boy's still sore hole.

   "Take it easy on the boy," Big Mike said to Bobby.  "He had that inside
of him last night."

   "Maybe he wants it in him tonight," Little Johnny said looking at Bobby.


   "He keeps being so rough, he's going to get it," Big Mike said.

   "Sorry," Bobby said, panting as he thrust in out of the little Spanish
boy.  "Sides, he's going to fuck you tonight remember."

   Little Johnny was silent as he watched the final few inches pass inside
of his whimpering brother, he was certain that he did not want that thing
inside of him, but now he knew he wasn't going to escape it.

   Once Carl was inside, it took much less time to start fucking Josh, than
it did Manuel.  The boy's hole seemed to be built for fucking.  It was
tight and gripped his cock, but it let him slide in and out at a good pace.
He groaned realizing it wasn't going to be twenty minutes with this
youngster, more like 10 minutes.

   "Take it out and finger the lad," Big Mike said.  Sitting behind the boy
at the head of the table.  "Let Johnny keep you warm."

   "Here boy," Carl said looking at Johnny.  "Suck on this."

   Little Johnny made a frown, but didn't say no, he knew better.  Carl's
cock smelled musky, but the only taste was that of butter.  The boy began
to bob up and down on the thick rod, til he felt the man hold his mouth
still.

   "No moving," Carl said suddenly.  "Just use your tongue."

   "I tell you what," Big Mike said.  "Let me have a go there and I bet I
can loosen him up enough for you to really go to town."

   "Go for it," Carl said.  "I'd love to give the boy a fucking to
remember."

   "Oh I don't think any of the boy's will be forgetting you," Big Mike
said with a laugh.

   Carl watched the little boy below him suck on his big cock, and felt the
boy's tongue move around in circles.  He turned to see Big Mike slide his
own rod balls deep in to the grimacing lad.

   "God," Big Mike said.  "He's still fucking tight as a whistle."

   Manuel whimpered too, but only because Bobby was squeezing the boy's
balls as he fucked him.

   "Be nice," Carl said.

   "I'm sure he'd rather have me do this, than have that back inside of
him," Bobby said looking at Carl's cock.

   "Yeah, but you don't have to do that to get inside him," Carl said.  "Be
nice."

   The scene in front of the cabin was laid out in color...  a young boy on
his knees sucking an impossibly thick cock, as his brother groaned as a
very large man lifted him off the ground to impale him on his cock, while
another young Spanish boy whimpered as the blonde haired teen behind him
fucked him up the ass.

   "Here it comes," Big Mike said, pulling out and pointing towards Manuel.
"Open up boy."

   Manuel opened his mouth in time for the first jet of semen to rush
inside, almost gagging the boy.  The second coated the boy's chin, by the
third he had his lips wrapped around the spasming cock, drinking in the
final shots.  There was a lot of cum.  It filled the boy's mouth.

   "My turn," Carl said, moving back towards Josh.

   Carl slid his entire length into the boy in one slow slide.  The boy
gasped, his eyes widening.  He whimpered as the man began to move inside.
Carl slid in and out slowly at first, but as time passed quickened his
pace. Before long the rhythmic slap of the man's hips on the boy's ass
could be heard.  The boy could feel the man's balls slap against him.  Each
time the man bottomed out inside he breathed in sharply.  He did not
believe anything could make him feel so full.

   After a few minutes, Carl could hold back no longer, he grabbed the
boy's hips and with several rapid thrusts that caused the boy to shriek, he
came.  The boy came as well, his little cock spasming, the constant massage
of his prostate finally becoming too much for him to bare.

   It was Josh's first anal orgasm, but after that it was not his last. 
Big Mike would bring the boy to bliss several times after that.  Josh
became a fan of big cocks, not shying away from any man, not even men he
should've run from, if only because he knew what they would do to his
little pecker once they got inside him.

   Chapter Five

   Little Johnny had it the worst.  Being the smallest of the boys, the men
liked him the most.  The boy made them feel big and powerful.  Carl had
saved him last for a reason.

   "I don't want to," Little Johnny said, looking at the huge cock in front
of his face throb.

   "I know," Carl said, but it'll only hurt a minute.

   "No it wont," Little Johnny said.  "I saw it in them, it'll hurt a lot
longer."

   "Well," Carl said.  "It wouldn't be fair to do it to them and not you."

   "But you can wait for a year," Johnny said.  "Then I'll be their age and
it'll be fair."

   Carl laughed as he rubbed his hand over the boy's smooth skin.  He knew
he wasn't waiting, even if he had to hold the talkative boy down to fuck
him.

   "It wont be so bad," Carl said.  "I'll loosen you up first and besides,
Bobby and Mike have already done you, you're already a little loose."

   The boy looked at the man with a frown and asked, "Will you stop if it
hurts really bad?"

   "Sure," Carl said, knowing he was lieing to the lad.

   Bobby and Mike had taken Manuel and the boy's brother to the lake.  They
had asked for him to wait for them to get back, but he couldn't.  This
little tart seemed to emanate sex.  He wouldn't have believed that before
last night, but now that his eyes were opened, he had no problem seeing the
boy as something sexual.

   Carl had the boy lay on top of a few pillows, raising his bottom off the
ground.  The boy's pucker was already a little open, obviously from the
repeated use over the last two days.  Carl was able to slide two fingers in
relatively easily.  The third was a struggle.  He stroked in and out of the
boy for a half hour, it was only when he decided he was finished that Big
Mike and Bobby walked through, the two soak and wet boys following behind
them.

   "Good," Carl said.  "You're here."

   "You really have no control," Big Mike said, shaking his head.

   "I waited," Carl said, crawling on top of the boy, rubbing his cock up
and down the crack of the boy's ass.

   "Yeah," Big Mike said.  "You waited for as long as you could I'm sure."

   "You going to enter him, or talk all night," Bobby said, watching the
man's thick cock move up and down the boy's ass.

   "This aint going to be easy," Big Mike started, only to be interrupted
by the youngest boy's wails as Carl's cock popped inside of him.  "Jesus,
couldn't you go slower?"

   "Oh," Carl said, looking down at the the boy's anal ring stretched
nearly to the point of breaking.  The boy's cried out over and over,
striking the bed with his small fists.

   "God," Big Mike said.  "Pull out."

   "I'm sorry," Carl said, removing his cock from the boy's ass.  "I guess
he's to small to..."

   "No," Big Mike said.  "I got in him, you just need to have him loosened,
like his brother."

   Carl moved to the side as Big Mike lowered his pants and crawled behind
the boy.  The boy whimpered as his abused hole was filled again, this time
by Big Mike's own long rod.  It didn't take Mike long before he was
stroking in and out of the boy, groaning...  After twenty minutes of Big
Mike fucking the boy, Carl could wait no longer.

   "My turn," Carl said.

   "You're not going to let me finish?" Big Mike asked.

   "He's ready," Carl said, looking at the young boy's pale body.

   The boy's hole was stretched and bruised.  It seemed to quiver as Carl
moved towards the boy.  Carl pushed ever so slowly, eliciting a whimper
from the boy, but this time, he slid an inch of his cock into the boy
before he knew it.  Little Johnny opened his mouth and gasped, trying to
pull away, but was unable to.  The man continued to slowly worm his way
inside of the trembling boy, eliciting whimpers from the boy.

   "Man that's wicked," Bobby said, watching the youngest boy's ass stretch
around Carl's cock.

   "Yep," Big Mike said.  "He's a cursed boy fucker, that's for sure."

   "Cursed," Bobby said, not understanding.

   "Yeah," Big Mike said.  "You or I, could've broken in little Johnny on
our own, your friend here though, he's not going to be able to do that. 
He's going to need other men to loosen them up first.  Only virgins he's
having are the ones that scream."

   The boy continued to whimper, his eyes closed, his brow furrowed as if
in deep thought.  Carl knew the boy was trying to get away inside his mind,
that he had reached his limit.  He knew because he had been there.  Carl
slowed down then, filling the boy up, then holding it still inside of him,
trying to keep the boy in the present, wanting him to experience every
moment.

   As the boy came back to the real world, Carl started thrusting in and
out of Little Johnny again, groaning as he tried to come.  For some reason
he just couldn't.  He kept fucking the boy, he turned the boy on his side,
but still nothing.  Just a numb tingle.  Maybe he had reached his limit, he
thought.

   It wasn't until he turned the boy over and saw the boy's face, the dots
of sweat on his forehead and over his lips, his little chest heaving with
each breath, his tiny cock jerk with each thrust, that he finally thrust as
far as he could and emptied inside of the boy.  He groaned as the cum
rushed inside the boy's ass.

   "Well you got all three," Big Mike said.  "Aren't you glad I talked some
sense into you."
   The End