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Eddie and the tiger
chapter 1
SUMMARY: When single father Daniel has the chance to hire all state wresting champion Tomas Rivera is asked to babysit his young son Eddie, he jumps on it. The 16 year old local star athlete has charm, great looks and a good reputation - what Dad wouldn't entrust his child to him? But Tomas has his sights set on seducing little Eddie. And Tomas always gets what he wants.
CHARACTERS:
Tomas, 16 year old Latino-American athlete and babysitter
Eddie, 7 year old second grader left in Tomas' care
Daniel, in his 30s, Eddie's naive father
Grandpa 50's, Thomas' grandfather
STORY CODES: Bb, ped, coer, con, oral, anal, tort, piss, scat,fam, inc, rape
CONTACT: < [email protected] >
CHARACTERS:
Tomas, 16 year old Latino-American athlete and babysitter
Eddie, 7 year old second grader left in Tomas' care
Daniel, in his 30s, Eddie's naive father
Grandpa 50's, Thomas' grandfather
STORY CODES: Bb, ped, coer, con, oral, anal, tort, piss, scat,fam, inc, rape
CONTACT: < [email protected] >
© 5.1.14. Tony J.
Tomas was right, the boy's father was familiar with Tomas Rivera. Being an All State Wrestler carried a certain degree of small town celebrity status, at least with people who knew sports. The dad, Daniel, was almost star-struck with Tomas, excited about having the state champ--a Latino--babysit for seven year old Eddie.
"I think it will be great for Eddie to have a boy like Tomas in his life." Dan told his friend Allen, an assistant football coach at the local High School. "Almost like a big brother."
Allen vouched for the kid, as well, said that he was planning on poaching him for football next year. "He's kinda small," Allen had said, "But if he's as fast on the field as he is on the mat, I could use him."
Tomas was polite,intelligent, and had been an altar boy at St. Michaels. So Daniel was happy to ask Tomas if he was still interested in sitting for Eddie three nights a week, and was relieved and grateful to have someone of Tomas' quality in his employ.
It all worked out damned near perfectly for Tomas~ in this family he was golden. The champion wrestler--all state in his weight class-- was charming, well spoken and had immediately impressed young Eddie as well as his widowed father. When Daniel suggested Tomas and Eddie go for a drive or stop at a drive thru to get to know each other better, the little boy joked, "Man I'm so glad you're cool, Tomas. I was afraid I'd get some 'Chester the Molester.'"
Tomas truthfully assured Eddie, "Dude, they're the fuckin worst! I hate 'kid diddlers'. They don't love kids, they just mess with them cuz they can't get no pussy" It was true, Tomas hated sexual predators. They were vile, opportunistic deviants. While, at 16, Tomas had developed a love of young boys. Molesters didn't appreciate the beauty of taking a child and making him his forever.
The 16 year old winced, "Shit. I'm sorry, Edwardo, I'm swearing way too much. Dropping the F-bomb and talking about pussy. I don't wanna be a bad influence. Don't tell your dad, okay?
"Fuck, Tomas, I swear all the time!" the second grader confessed, "I won't tell if you don't"
"Well, hell, little amigo, sounds like we'll just be two buds hanging out, huh?" The 16 year old and the 7 year old fist bumped, and their first secrecy pact was made. It gave Tomas a hard on.
Tomas reached in the console for his cigarettes. "Another bad habit," he said sheepishly, "Another secret?"
"Can I have one?"
"You smoke, Edwardo?"
"Sometimes. I think it's cool. "
"If I do it, it must cool, yo! So, when I'm in charge, smoking and swearing, and any other MAN things that come up are A-OK. But Edwardo, man, we gotta have some seriously tight security you and me. Can you do it?"
Eddie puffed on his cigarette, "Fuck YEAH I can do it. NOTHING about any of the good stuff gets told." He made a face and did his best gangster imitation, "Ya, screw...I ain't no snitch."
Tomas laughed earnestly. "You a trip, Wardo." Eddie's street was on the right. They passed it. "Not done smokin, man. One more time around the block."
*
Tomas had plans for the handsome dark haired 4' boy with the beautiful brown eyes. He had to move slowly, carefully, skilllfully. Like his grandpap had shown him.
********
The Constanza house was quite a different place after school now. Instead of dreading some lame-ass woman (there was a different one almost every night), Eddie looked forward to Tomas. Spending time with Tomas was almost as good as spending time with Daddy, thought Eddie. In some ways even bettter, because the 16 year old understood kids better. He didn't say 'life isn't fair' when Eddie complained about a teacher. When he made dinner for the two of them Tomas didn't always include a vegetable. And Tomas brought over the cool 'Rated M for Mature' video games that Daddy said he wouldn't buy because Eddie was too young.
To Daniel, over the next few weeks Tomas proved himself a mature, dependable, morally upright babysitter.
To Eddie, Tomas was a Pied Piper providing fun via teenage contraband in the form of tobacco, R-rated games and X-rated language. Eddie was enthralled by his 16 year old, unbelievably cool new best friend.
Tomas was amazed how easy this one was. In just over a month, Little Eddie was thoroughly groomed by the good looking amoral wrestler. Tomas would pick this sweet brown berry soon.
The living room was hot and humid, and the boys were clad only in gym shorts. Guns and explosions and the moaning of war casualties filled the room courtesy of Tomas' violent video game.
"Yo, little amigo," Tomas said standing up and stretching his back, "We've been playing 'The World at War' for damned near three fuckin hours. I need a break." Tomas took a whiff of his own lush damp pit hair, "Damn, I fuckin smell like a locker room!" The 16 year old reached for his cigarettes. "Want one?" he asked the second grader.
"Hell yeah! A man needs a good smoke after shooting all them gooks and whipping your ass."
"Eh, maybe I just let you think you won, Edwardo."
"Riiiight. Either way, the score says 'Wardo WINS!" The little boy lit his cigarette, inhaled and exhaled like he'd been smoking for 20 years.
"You really are a little 7 year old stud, ain't ya?" Tomas said with genuine admiration. "Smokin, cursing, holding your own against ME in video games."
Eddie was serious when he replied, "Guess you're rubbing off on me."
Tomas was sitting on the floor, legs stretched out his back against the couch. He picked up the little boy and set him down in the V of his long legs, so that Eddie's bare back was resting on Tomas' well developed shirtless chest. "Well, I fuckin hope so, Edwardo. I can't be seen hangin with just any 7 year old. I got a reputation to uphold. Gots my posse and my bitches,ya know?"
Eddie rolled his eyes, "What fuckin posse, poser? And I ain't never seen you with even one bitch!"
Tomas let his arm drape over Eddie's shoulder, his hand on the little boy's chest and exhaled thoughtfully, "Eh...bitches is too much trouble, little man. They're only good for one thing, and usually not even good for that." Tomas played with Eddie's tiny nipple, rubbing it between his fingers gently.
Tomas seized the opportunity to talk sex with the 7 year old, "But you don't gotta worry about that stuff. Ya gotta be a man before shit like that concerns you. Maybe in 20 or 30 years..." Tomas reached around and pinched Eddie's crotch, "When this little invisible pinga gets to be over half an inch long!"
Eddie pulled the waistband of his shorts out and peered down at his crotch, "It will grow, won't it?"
"Dunno, let me see." The teen said it so casually, that the 7 year old didn't blink, but still resting on Tomas' chest, pulled his shorts down.
Without moving his hands toward it, Tomas drank in the site. A tan flat little tummy, a small hairless groin, so smooth and beautiful. With the most perfect boy cock Tomas had seen. Not 2" long, uncircumcised and sticking straight out like a tiny missile ready to launch. Eddie's ball sack wasn't really more than a little pouch drawn tight against his body.
"Ah....not bad equipment there, stud. As for growing?.." he raised his eyebrows and nodded to the boy's package, "Mind if I check something?" Without waiting for an answer, Tomas took his thumb and forefinger and touched the shaft of the baby prick.
Tomas gently pulled the foreskin down, revealing a dark pink miniature helmet head. He moved the skin back and forth over thee head several times. Tomas pretended not to notice the second grade penis was hardening. "It's important, Edwardo, that you work this skin back and forth often. Several times a day, at least.."
Tomas continued molesting the undeveloped cock, "Some men get this condition where this foreskin here? " "this foreskin gets so tight around here by your cock head that the skin won't be loose enough to let the head come out like this. Tomas pulled the skin down and up as he talked. So, unless you wanna try to piss through it for the rest of your life...work it. Just up and down up and down like this.
Tomas kept stroking the tiny cock as he instructed. The 7 year old relaxed, leaned back against the teenager's chest. "Shit, Tomas, that feels so fuckin good."
"Does it?" the 16 year old said casually, "It's actually easier to do if it's wet. Here, try this." Tomas licked his finger and ran it over the small cock head while still stroking the little boy's 2 inch hard on.
"Fuck, Tomas..oh shit!"
The second grader started grinding his body against Tomas, his ass and back against the teenagers' chest and crotch.
"It's okay, 'Wardo. It's supposed to feel like that. Your cock is made to feel good, yo. Need more spit on there?"
"yeah, yeah I think so" the kid gasped,"Yeah, maybe some more?"
Tomas lifted the boy out from between his legs and maneuvered himself so that the small, now dark red cock was near his face, "I don't do this for just anyone, Edwardo, but it if will help.."
Contact. Tomas engulfed the second graders cock, licking around the button mushroom head, leaving a trail of teenboy spit under Eddie's foreskin.
"Oh..Oh FUCK, Tomas..shit..what the fuck...oh damn," the 7 year old was writhing on the floor, trying to get more and more contact with Tomas' mouth.
Tomas opened wider, capturing both the boy's cocklet and his tiny ball pouch in his mouth, bathing them in warm teen saliva. He moved back to the boy's little prick and began sucking harder and with more dedication. "Feel okay, buddy?"
Silly question thought the 16 year old.
Tomas brought the little Mexican to the edge. And stopped. He raised himself from the smooth, damp school boy genitals, acting like nothing had happened. "Oh, yeah,looks like it will grow, Wardo. But you'll need to exercise it like that a lot. In the privacy of your room, of course."
Eddie was desperate. "I can't fuckin do that myself, Tomas!"
"Dude, that's a shame, because--between you and me?" the handsome 16 year old said as he wiped the spit from his lips, "The longer ya do it, the better it feels."
"How am I supposed to keep it wet like that?"
"I dunno, man." The wrestler pulled his shorts down, "See, when you're older, your cock makes its ownself wet. Look at this shit." Tomas pulled his foreskin back to reveal the wet,shiny cock head, dripping precum into his thick teenage pubes. "Mine sorta lubes itself up, it gets all slippery. Here, feel.." He took the boy's small hand and put it on his 7 inch uncut Latino cock. "The more you, here, wrap your fingers around it.." the boy's hand was too small to go all the way around, "Well, wrap your fingers part way around, anyway, huh little guy?" both boys laughed softly, "And when you squeeze it, or move it up and down like this? See, more of that stuff comes out."
Tomas was on his back, the little boy's head on the teen's stomach, just above the dark treasure trail leading to Tomas' pubes. The boys were seemingly casually discussing the biology of Tomas' cock. Eddie was still pulling on Tomas' large cock, fascinated by the glistening strands of precum covering the head--and now the fingers--of the little boy.
"What IS this stuff, Tomas?"
"I dunno the science name, Wardo, us big guys just call it 'precum' cuz it leaks out before we cum."
"Huh?"
Tomas smiled wickedly to himself, "Well, if you were to, say, keep doin what you're doin down there?..."
"Yeah...?"
"Well, Wardo, pretty soon, I'd..cum. You know, stuff would pump outta my.."
Tomas looked at the little boy who looked thoroughly confused.
Eddie kept slowly jacking Tomas' hard teenage cock while Tomas continued his...lecture, "The gunk that makes babies, yo. When you're my age, when someone is stroking like you're doin? My cock thinks it's supposed to..Dude, it's easier if I just show ya."
"Cool, show me. "
"I can do it alone, Wardo, but it would be faster if you helped. Just keep.."
Eddie stroked the turgid teen cock faster.
"..there ya go, man. Just keep goin up and ...you know what else might help?...maybe some of your spit. Like I did to yours?"
"You want me to spit on it?"
"Eh..would be better if you put it..."
Eddie knew what his best friend needed. He moved his face to Tomas cock and brought the head to his lips. Stretching his mouth open as far as it would go, he managed to get the head and a few inches of the wrestler's cock in his mouth.
Tomas felt the little lips, the warmth of the inside of the 7 year old mouth. Then, by instinct?, Eddie's tongue was swirling around the flared mushroom head of the teenager's ample prick. "Oh FUCK yeah..oh DAMN, Wardo..oh shit..."
Between the sucking action of the little mouth and Eddie's continued jacking of Tomas' 7 inch cock, Tomas was there..he felt his nuts churning, "Oh MOTHER FUCKER..Oh shit, Wardo..shit, man.." Tomas grabbed the second grader by his long dark hair and pushed Eddie's face down, holding it there, "Oh SHIT..Wardo..oh baby..watch out..oh Wardo, move...don't...oh FUCK!"
Tomas began to erupt. He wanted to crush the kid's face into his balls and hold him there, drowning the baby cocksucker in spoooge. He wanted to call him a 'filthy fuckin cocksucking baby whore faggot.' He wanted to watch the little slut choke on his cock and puke up his thick, potent ropes of rich teenage nutt. He wanted to rape the baby's throat, ruin him with his powerful cock.
But he wanted Eddie to want more. He wanted the boy to beg him for it again and again. So he quickly pulled the kid's face up, just as the huge cock began to spew ropes and ropes then ribbons then strings then drops of thick white teenage cum onto his hairy belly and dense dark pubes.
Spent, Tomas fell back on the carpet, breathing heavily. He laughed, tousled Eddie's hair, "And that, my young friend, is 'cumming.' Any questions?"
Both boys laughed and Eddie moved up Tomas' chest so their faces were close together, "So is that all sex is then?"
Tomas reached his fingers into the pool of nut collecting in his belly button and brought them to his lips, saying nothing.
"Dude!! You EAT that?" Eddie gasped.
"Why the fuck not, man, it's just, I dunno, protein I think"
Tomas' fingers went back to the pool and came up dripping the thick white fluid. He raised his eyebrows in a 'want some?' gesture, "s' good, yo. Keeps the old cock growing."
Eddie grabbed the two fingers and slurped them into his little mouth.
"Yo, kid..you dribbled some.." Tomas leaned forward and licked Eddie's lips, "...right..." he showed the 7 year old the glob on his tongue, "THERE, see?"
Eddie opened his mouth and accepted Tomas' drop of cum and his tongue.
Tomas held the little boy closely. He wanted to keep his tongue deep in the boy's throat. He wanted to explore the roof of his mouth, the tiny teeth. He wanted to make out with the second grader, swapping spit and slobbering all over each others faces.
But he wanted Eddie to beg him for it. Don't push too soon. Make the little boy come back, asking for more and more. That's what his grandfather had taught him.
Tomas used all of his self control and pulled away from the boy's obviously hungry mouth.
Eddie looked dejected, but Tomas made no notice of it. Instead, he picked up their conversation as though it hadn't been interrupted by a fuckin hot session of oral sex...
"SOooo, to answer your question, YES, it appears that your baby cocklet will indeed grow. Provided you give it proper attention. In a few years, you'll end up with a grown up prick, kid..."
Tomas couldn't resist one more barb to make everything more comfortable, "But to be the size of Toe-MAAS's huge Mexican meat??! Doubtful, little man! Sorrrrrrrrrrrrrry!"
Tomas jumped up, pulled his shorts back on and lit a cigarette. Eddie laid there for a moment.
"Ha-ha." The little boy said, pulling on his shorts. "Hey Tomas? Will you help me...exercise my dick"
"Well..."
"Pleeeease?"
"Wardo, this is another of those top secret things, yo. You know how your dad thinks you're too young for everything? This is the giant-most 'too young' thing. Double Triple secret. Can you do that?"
"Hell fuckin yeah, Tomas. I promise. Please?"
"Well, okay, muchacho...and if we do it, I got more stuff to show ya, too. Like how to make even your baby pinga feel really, really good"
"DUDE!! Can we do it?? Can we do it now?"
"Not now, my little stud-buddy. Maybe another day." Slow and easy, Tomas. Don't rush the kid. Make him come to you.
"Hey, Tomas?"
"Si, little buddy?"
"Why you call me Edwardo? My name is just plain Edward."
"Because people who are close always have special names for each other. A name no one else calls them but that special friend. You like it, no?"
"SI! Like it lots, and you're right, no one--not even Daddy--calls me 'Wardo."
"Well then, there ya go. You'll always be Edwardo, or Wardo to me."
"But you're still Tomas for me."
"At least you say it right, man! Most people fuck it up and call me Thomas, instead of Toe-Maas. BUT, since you mention it, I do have a name that's special to me."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah... ' Tiger'"
"Where did that name come from?"
Tomas stretched his legs out, his back against the couch and lit another cigarette ."My grandfather." Tomas answered quietly, "It was always 'Whattiya say, Tiger,gonna help me in the shed today?' OR, if he was talking about me and not to me, he'd say, stuff like, 'The Tiger and me are goin to town for a while.'"
And now, The Tiger had plans for Eddie. He would make the second grader love him. Then he would corrupt him, use him, abuse him. Tomas would love Eddie just as Tomas' Grandfather loved the young wrestler when he was just Eddie's age.
"Will your grandpa care if I call you Tiger sometimes?"
"I doubt it, Wardo. He's been passed a couple of years ago." Tomas blew cigarette smoke toward the ceiling, "As a matter of fact, muchacho, I think he'd be honored. It says a lot about yours and my special friendship."
"Cool! When I go to school Monday, I'll be like, 'The Tiger and me hung out this weekend.'"
"Long as you remember that a lot of what we do has to be secret, little man, right? Not a great idea to walk up to your teacher and say, 'I need a smoke break, bitch." Then we'd both be in a shitload of trouble, huh?"
Eddie pictured it, "Yo, bitch! I can't do math with this hard on!"
They both laughed and continued making up scenes for Eddie and his teacher. "I skinned my knee at recess, and it hurts like a mother fucker."
At last, out of breath, the second grader realized, "Damn, mother fucker, I'm fuckin starving!"
"Ya read my mind, Wardo. "
Eddie announced, "Last one to the car is a ...skanky bitch!"
********
Although they sat in the playground area at Mickey D's, Eddie didn't feel like climbing through tubes and playing with the little kids. He was "hanging with his buddy Tiger Rivera." Tomas was watching young boys play, and thinking of the future. Eddie buzzed through his chicken nuggets, and scrolled through the stuff on Tomas' iPhone.
There were pictures of Tomas' friends at school, a bunch of pics of him and the wrestling team, an old picture of a middlle aged man holding a little boy on his lap. "That's the grandpa that called me Tiger. That's me with him." Eddie liked the way the old man looked.
"Your grandpa looks nice, Tomas. Friendly." The little boy said.
"He could be, sometimes," Tomas answered. "If he wanted something."
"What could a grown up want from a kid?..We don't got nothing."
"For the kind of man grandpa was, trust me, I had lots of stuff that Grandpa wanted."
Tomas was right, the boy's father was familiar with Tomas Rivera. Being an All State Wrestler carried a certain degree of small town celebrity status, at least with people who knew sports. The dad, Daniel, was almost star-struck with Tomas, excited about having the state champ--a Latino--babysit for seven year old Eddie.
"I think it will be great for Eddie to have a boy like Tomas in his life." Dan told his friend Allen, an assistant football coach at the local High School. "Almost like a big brother."
Allen vouched for the kid, as well, said that he was planning on poaching him for football next year. "He's kinda small," Allen had said, "But if he's as fast on the field as he is on the mat, I could use him."
Tomas was polite,intelligent, and had been an altar boy at St. Michaels. So Daniel was happy to ask Tomas if he was still interested in sitting for Eddie three nights a week, and was relieved and grateful to have someone of Tomas' quality in his employ.
It all worked out damned near perfectly for Tomas~ in this family he was golden. The champion wrestler--all state in his weight class-- was charming, well spoken and had immediately impressed young Eddie as well as his widowed father. When Daniel suggested Tomas and Eddie go for a drive or stop at a drive thru to get to know each other better, the little boy joked, "Man I'm so glad you're cool, Tomas. I was afraid I'd get some 'Chester the Molester.'"
Tomas truthfully assured Eddie, "Dude, they're the fuckin worst! I hate 'kid diddlers'. They don't love kids, they just mess with them cuz they can't get no pussy" It was true, Tomas hated sexual predators. They were vile, opportunistic deviants. While, at 16, Tomas had developed a love of young boys. Molesters didn't appreciate the beauty of taking a child and making him his forever.
The 16 year old winced, "Shit. I'm sorry, Edwardo, I'm swearing way too much. Dropping the F-bomb and talking about pussy. I don't wanna be a bad influence. Don't tell your dad, okay?
"Fuck, Tomas, I swear all the time!" the second grader confessed, "I won't tell if you don't"
"Well, hell, little amigo, sounds like we'll just be two buds hanging out, huh?" The 16 year old and the 7 year old fist bumped, and their first secrecy pact was made. It gave Tomas a hard on.
Tomas reached in the console for his cigarettes. "Another bad habit," he said sheepishly, "Another secret?"
"Can I have one?"
"You smoke, Edwardo?"
"Sometimes. I think it's cool. "
"If I do it, it must cool, yo! So, when I'm in charge, smoking and swearing, and any other MAN things that come up are A-OK. But Edwardo, man, we gotta have some seriously tight security you and me. Can you do it?"
Eddie puffed on his cigarette, "Fuck YEAH I can do it. NOTHING about any of the good stuff gets told." He made a face and did his best gangster imitation, "Ya, screw...I ain't no snitch."
Tomas laughed earnestly. "You a trip, Wardo." Eddie's street was on the right. They passed it. "Not done smokin, man. One more time around the block."
*
Tomas had plans for the handsome dark haired 4' boy with the beautiful brown eyes. He had to move slowly, carefully, skilllfully. Like his grandpap had shown him.
********
The Constanza house was quite a different place after school now. Instead of dreading some lame-ass woman (there was a different one almost every night), Eddie looked forward to Tomas. Spending time with Tomas was almost as good as spending time with Daddy, thought Eddie. In some ways even bettter, because the 16 year old understood kids better. He didn't say 'life isn't fair' when Eddie complained about a teacher. When he made dinner for the two of them Tomas didn't always include a vegetable. And Tomas brought over the cool 'Rated M for Mature' video games that Daddy said he wouldn't buy because Eddie was too young.
To Daniel, over the next few weeks Tomas proved himself a mature, dependable, morally upright babysitter.
To Eddie, Tomas was a Pied Piper providing fun via teenage contraband in the form of tobacco, R-rated games and X-rated language. Eddie was enthralled by his 16 year old, unbelievably cool new best friend.
Tomas was amazed how easy this one was. In just over a month, Little Eddie was thoroughly groomed by the good looking amoral wrestler. Tomas would pick this sweet brown berry soon.
The living room was hot and humid, and the boys were clad only in gym shorts. Guns and explosions and the moaning of war casualties filled the room courtesy of Tomas' violent video game.
"Yo, little amigo," Tomas said standing up and stretching his back, "We've been playing 'The World at War' for damned near three fuckin hours. I need a break." Tomas took a whiff of his own lush damp pit hair, "Damn, I fuckin smell like a locker room!" The 16 year old reached for his cigarettes. "Want one?" he asked the second grader.
"Hell yeah! A man needs a good smoke after shooting all them gooks and whipping your ass."
"Eh, maybe I just let you think you won, Edwardo."
"Riiiight. Either way, the score says 'Wardo WINS!" The little boy lit his cigarette, inhaled and exhaled like he'd been smoking for 20 years.
"You really are a little 7 year old stud, ain't ya?" Tomas said with genuine admiration. "Smokin, cursing, holding your own against ME in video games."
Eddie was serious when he replied, "Guess you're rubbing off on me."
Tomas was sitting on the floor, legs stretched out his back against the couch. He picked up the little boy and set him down in the V of his long legs, so that Eddie's bare back was resting on Tomas' well developed shirtless chest. "Well, I fuckin hope so, Edwardo. I can't be seen hangin with just any 7 year old. I got a reputation to uphold. Gots my posse and my bitches,ya know?"
Eddie rolled his eyes, "What fuckin posse, poser? And I ain't never seen you with even one bitch!"
Tomas let his arm drape over Eddie's shoulder, his hand on the little boy's chest and exhaled thoughtfully, "Eh...bitches is too much trouble, little man. They're only good for one thing, and usually not even good for that." Tomas played with Eddie's tiny nipple, rubbing it between his fingers gently.
Tomas seized the opportunity to talk sex with the 7 year old, "But you don't gotta worry about that stuff. Ya gotta be a man before shit like that concerns you. Maybe in 20 or 30 years..." Tomas reached around and pinched Eddie's crotch, "When this little invisible pinga gets to be over half an inch long!"
Eddie pulled the waistband of his shorts out and peered down at his crotch, "It will grow, won't it?"
"Dunno, let me see." The teen said it so casually, that the 7 year old didn't blink, but still resting on Tomas' chest, pulled his shorts down.
Without moving his hands toward it, Tomas drank in the site. A tan flat little tummy, a small hairless groin, so smooth and beautiful. With the most perfect boy cock Tomas had seen. Not 2" long, uncircumcised and sticking straight out like a tiny missile ready to launch. Eddie's ball sack wasn't really more than a little pouch drawn tight against his body.
"Ah....not bad equipment there, stud. As for growing?.." he raised his eyebrows and nodded to the boy's package, "Mind if I check something?" Without waiting for an answer, Tomas took his thumb and forefinger and touched the shaft of the baby prick.
Tomas gently pulled the foreskin down, revealing a dark pink miniature helmet head. He moved the skin back and forth over thee head several times. Tomas pretended not to notice the second grade penis was hardening. "It's important, Edwardo, that you work this skin back and forth often. Several times a day, at least.."
Tomas continued molesting the undeveloped cock, "Some men get this condition where this foreskin here? " "this foreskin gets so tight around here by your cock head that the skin won't be loose enough to let the head come out like this. Tomas pulled the skin down and up as he talked. So, unless you wanna try to piss through it for the rest of your life...work it. Just up and down up and down like this.
Tomas kept stroking the tiny cock as he instructed. The 7 year old relaxed, leaned back against the teenager's chest. "Shit, Tomas, that feels so fuckin good."
"Does it?" the 16 year old said casually, "It's actually easier to do if it's wet. Here, try this." Tomas licked his finger and ran it over the small cock head while still stroking the little boy's 2 inch hard on.
"Fuck, Tomas..oh shit!"
The second grader started grinding his body against Tomas, his ass and back against the teenagers' chest and crotch.
"It's okay, 'Wardo. It's supposed to feel like that. Your cock is made to feel good, yo. Need more spit on there?"
"yeah, yeah I think so" the kid gasped,"Yeah, maybe some more?"
Tomas lifted the boy out from between his legs and maneuvered himself so that the small, now dark red cock was near his face, "I don't do this for just anyone, Edwardo, but it if will help.."
Contact. Tomas engulfed the second graders cock, licking around the button mushroom head, leaving a trail of teenboy spit under Eddie's foreskin.
"Oh..Oh FUCK, Tomas..shit..what the fuck...oh damn," the 7 year old was writhing on the floor, trying to get more and more contact with Tomas' mouth.
Tomas opened wider, capturing both the boy's cocklet and his tiny ball pouch in his mouth, bathing them in warm teen saliva. He moved back to the boy's little prick and began sucking harder and with more dedication. "Feel okay, buddy?"
Silly question thought the 16 year old.
Tomas brought the little Mexican to the edge. And stopped. He raised himself from the smooth, damp school boy genitals, acting like nothing had happened. "Oh, yeah,looks like it will grow, Wardo. But you'll need to exercise it like that a lot. In the privacy of your room, of course."
Eddie was desperate. "I can't fuckin do that myself, Tomas!"
"Dude, that's a shame, because--between you and me?" the handsome 16 year old said as he wiped the spit from his lips, "The longer ya do it, the better it feels."
"How am I supposed to keep it wet like that?"
"I dunno, man." The wrestler pulled his shorts down, "See, when you're older, your cock makes its ownself wet. Look at this shit." Tomas pulled his foreskin back to reveal the wet,shiny cock head, dripping precum into his thick teenage pubes. "Mine sorta lubes itself up, it gets all slippery. Here, feel.." He took the boy's small hand and put it on his 7 inch uncut Latino cock. "The more you, here, wrap your fingers around it.." the boy's hand was too small to go all the way around, "Well, wrap your fingers part way around, anyway, huh little guy?" both boys laughed softly, "And when you squeeze it, or move it up and down like this? See, more of that stuff comes out."
Tomas was on his back, the little boy's head on the teen's stomach, just above the dark treasure trail leading to Tomas' pubes. The boys were seemingly casually discussing the biology of Tomas' cock. Eddie was still pulling on Tomas' large cock, fascinated by the glistening strands of precum covering the head--and now the fingers--of the little boy.
"What IS this stuff, Tomas?"
"I dunno the science name, Wardo, us big guys just call it 'precum' cuz it leaks out before we cum."
"Huh?"
Tomas smiled wickedly to himself, "Well, if you were to, say, keep doin what you're doin down there?..."
"Yeah...?"
"Well, Wardo, pretty soon, I'd..cum. You know, stuff would pump outta my.."
Tomas looked at the little boy who looked thoroughly confused.
Eddie kept slowly jacking Tomas' hard teenage cock while Tomas continued his...lecture, "The gunk that makes babies, yo. When you're my age, when someone is stroking like you're doin? My cock thinks it's supposed to..Dude, it's easier if I just show ya."
"Cool, show me. "
"I can do it alone, Wardo, but it would be faster if you helped. Just keep.."
Eddie stroked the turgid teen cock faster.
"..there ya go, man. Just keep goin up and ...you know what else might help?...maybe some of your spit. Like I did to yours?"
"You want me to spit on it?"
"Eh..would be better if you put it..."
Eddie knew what his best friend needed. He moved his face to Tomas cock and brought the head to his lips. Stretching his mouth open as far as it would go, he managed to get the head and a few inches of the wrestler's cock in his mouth.
Tomas felt the little lips, the warmth of the inside of the 7 year old mouth. Then, by instinct?, Eddie's tongue was swirling around the flared mushroom head of the teenager's ample prick. "Oh FUCK yeah..oh DAMN, Wardo..oh shit..."
Between the sucking action of the little mouth and Eddie's continued jacking of Tomas' 7 inch cock, Tomas was there..he felt his nuts churning, "Oh MOTHER FUCKER..Oh shit, Wardo..shit, man.." Tomas grabbed the second grader by his long dark hair and pushed Eddie's face down, holding it there, "Oh SHIT..Wardo..oh baby..watch out..oh Wardo, move...don't...oh FUCK!"
Tomas began to erupt. He wanted to crush the kid's face into his balls and hold him there, drowning the baby cocksucker in spoooge. He wanted to call him a 'filthy fuckin cocksucking baby whore faggot.' He wanted to watch the little slut choke on his cock and puke up his thick, potent ropes of rich teenage nutt. He wanted to rape the baby's throat, ruin him with his powerful cock.
But he wanted Eddie to want more. He wanted the boy to beg him for it again and again. So he quickly pulled the kid's face up, just as the huge cock began to spew ropes and ropes then ribbons then strings then drops of thick white teenage cum onto his hairy belly and dense dark pubes.
Spent, Tomas fell back on the carpet, breathing heavily. He laughed, tousled Eddie's hair, "And that, my young friend, is 'cumming.' Any questions?"
Both boys laughed and Eddie moved up Tomas' chest so their faces were close together, "So is that all sex is then?"
Tomas reached his fingers into the pool of nut collecting in his belly button and brought them to his lips, saying nothing.
"Dude!! You EAT that?" Eddie gasped.
"Why the fuck not, man, it's just, I dunno, protein I think"
Tomas' fingers went back to the pool and came up dripping the thick white fluid. He raised his eyebrows in a 'want some?' gesture, "s' good, yo. Keeps the old cock growing."
Eddie grabbed the two fingers and slurped them into his little mouth.
"Yo, kid..you dribbled some.." Tomas leaned forward and licked Eddie's lips, "...right..." he showed the 7 year old the glob on his tongue, "THERE, see?"
Eddie opened his mouth and accepted Tomas' drop of cum and his tongue.
Tomas held the little boy closely. He wanted to keep his tongue deep in the boy's throat. He wanted to explore the roof of his mouth, the tiny teeth. He wanted to make out with the second grader, swapping spit and slobbering all over each others faces.
But he wanted Eddie to beg him for it. Don't push too soon. Make the little boy come back, asking for more and more. That's what his grandfather had taught him.
Tomas used all of his self control and pulled away from the boy's obviously hungry mouth.
Eddie looked dejected, but Tomas made no notice of it. Instead, he picked up their conversation as though it hadn't been interrupted by a fuckin hot session of oral sex...
"SOooo, to answer your question, YES, it appears that your baby cocklet will indeed grow. Provided you give it proper attention. In a few years, you'll end up with a grown up prick, kid..."
Tomas couldn't resist one more barb to make everything more comfortable, "But to be the size of Toe-MAAS's huge Mexican meat??! Doubtful, little man! Sorrrrrrrrrrrrrry!"
Tomas jumped up, pulled his shorts back on and lit a cigarette. Eddie laid there for a moment.
"Ha-ha." The little boy said, pulling on his shorts. "Hey Tomas? Will you help me...exercise my dick"
"Well..."
"Pleeeease?"
"Wardo, this is another of those top secret things, yo. You know how your dad thinks you're too young for everything? This is the giant-most 'too young' thing. Double Triple secret. Can you do that?"
"Hell fuckin yeah, Tomas. I promise. Please?"
"Well, okay, muchacho...and if we do it, I got more stuff to show ya, too. Like how to make even your baby pinga feel really, really good"
"DUDE!! Can we do it?? Can we do it now?"
"Not now, my little stud-buddy. Maybe another day." Slow and easy, Tomas. Don't rush the kid. Make him come to you.
"Hey, Tomas?"
"Si, little buddy?"
"Why you call me Edwardo? My name is just plain Edward."
"Because people who are close always have special names for each other. A name no one else calls them but that special friend. You like it, no?"
"SI! Like it lots, and you're right, no one--not even Daddy--calls me 'Wardo."
"Well then, there ya go. You'll always be Edwardo, or Wardo to me."
"But you're still Tomas for me."
"At least you say it right, man! Most people fuck it up and call me Thomas, instead of Toe-Maas. BUT, since you mention it, I do have a name that's special to me."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah... ' Tiger'"
"Where did that name come from?"
Tomas stretched his legs out, his back against the couch and lit another cigarette ."My grandfather." Tomas answered quietly, "It was always 'Whattiya say, Tiger,gonna help me in the shed today?' OR, if he was talking about me and not to me, he'd say, stuff like, 'The Tiger and me are goin to town for a while.'"
And now, The Tiger had plans for Eddie. He would make the second grader love him. Then he would corrupt him, use him, abuse him. Tomas would love Eddie just as Tomas' Grandfather loved the young wrestler when he was just Eddie's age.
"Will your grandpa care if I call you Tiger sometimes?"
"I doubt it, Wardo. He's been passed a couple of years ago." Tomas blew cigarette smoke toward the ceiling, "As a matter of fact, muchacho, I think he'd be honored. It says a lot about yours and my special friendship."
"Cool! When I go to school Monday, I'll be like, 'The Tiger and me hung out this weekend.'"
"Long as you remember that a lot of what we do has to be secret, little man, right? Not a great idea to walk up to your teacher and say, 'I need a smoke break, bitch." Then we'd both be in a shitload of trouble, huh?"
Eddie pictured it, "Yo, bitch! I can't do math with this hard on!"
They both laughed and continued making up scenes for Eddie and his teacher. "I skinned my knee at recess, and it hurts like a mother fucker."
At last, out of breath, the second grader realized, "Damn, mother fucker, I'm fuckin starving!"
"Ya read my mind, Wardo. "
Eddie announced, "Last one to the car is a ...skanky bitch!"
********
Although they sat in the playground area at Mickey D's, Eddie didn't feel like climbing through tubes and playing with the little kids. He was "hanging with his buddy Tiger Rivera." Tomas was watching young boys play, and thinking of the future. Eddie buzzed through his chicken nuggets, and scrolled through the stuff on Tomas' iPhone.
There were pictures of Tomas' friends at school, a bunch of pics of him and the wrestling team, an old picture of a middlle aged man holding a little boy on his lap. "That's the grandpa that called me Tiger. That's me with him." Eddie liked the way the old man looked.
"Your grandpa looks nice, Tomas. Friendly." The little boy said.
"He could be, sometimes," Tomas answered. "If he wanted something."
"What could a grown up want from a kid?..We don't got nothing."
"For the kind of man grandpa was, trust me, I had lots of stuff that Grandpa wanted."
chapter 2
"Your grandpa looks nice, Tomas. Friendly." The little boy said.
"He could be, sometimes," Tomas answered. "If he wanted something."
"What could a grown up want from a kid?..We don't got nothing."
"For the kind of man grandpa was, trust me, I had lots of stuff that Grandpa wanted." .....
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What could Grandpa want from a kid? Tomas' thoughts drifted back to a small border town in Arizona, back to abuelo, his grandfather. Tomas was just a few months older than Eddie when abuelo, smelling of liquor and cigars, crept into Tomas small bed. "Tomasito," the handsome 42 year old Latino man said drawing young Tomas closer, "my beautiful little grandson." Tomas rolled over to face his grandfather and grandpa kissed him. Kissed him deeply and sexually, not like a grandfather kisses his grandchildren. But that was okay, because Tomas already loved his abuelo in a way that a little boy doesn't love his grandfather, but in the way a boy loves a man.
Tomas welcomed those kisses, his grandpa's tongue greedily exploring the 8 year old's tiny mouth. Abuelo's hands were everywhere on his grandson's thin, hairless body and Tomas trembled under the feel of the man's strong calloused hands. Grandpa's chest was covered with thick, dark hair. His arms were powerful and strong, and Tomas felt special and loved as the older man broke their embrace and pushed the little boy's face down toward the incredibly large cock between the adult's legs.
Grandfather hissed just one word as he held the small boy's head in his hairy, damp crotch, "SUCK!" Tomas lapped at the 9 inch, grownup penis. His little hands worked his grandfather's foreskin down from the angry purple head. Tomas ran his lips and tongue around the ridge and into the oozing piss slit. There was a smell there, and a taste...ripe and manly. It was the same white stuff that gathered under the skin of Tomas' miniature cock, too. Smegma, his mother called it and told him to make sure it was always washed away. But here, under grandfather's long wrinkled sheath, it was in great amounts and his grandpa moaned in wicked delight as he felt the pre-pubescent boy feasting his. "AH, good little maricon! Eat your grandpa's cock cheese, you little nasty faggot," the older man growled, "Eat it, clean abuelo's cock, boy, then I fuck you like the little bitch you are!" Tomas sucked his grandfather's huge cock down to the stinking, manly pubes. All the tastes, the smells...they all brought something alive in the little boy. His grandfather had sensed it on him, too. The child, young as he was, wanted a grownup lover. He wanted, no, needed , a MAN. And abuelo was making sure that man was him.
Suddenly, his grandfather stood up and roughly grabbed Tomas' legs, dragging the 8 year old to the edge of the bed. Grandpa stood there, 6'2", 190 pounds, dark, hairy and looming over the 8 year old. He gulped down a shot of tequila from the bottle, then lit the stub of his cigar. Passing the liquor to the child, he told him, "Drink, faggot, you'll need it to take this!" Grandpa was stroking his enormous dark cock, and leering at the small child, "This is what you want, Tomasito? You want your Grandpa to fuck you? To use your little hole like a puta, a whore?" He spat the words out.
Tomas drank from the bottle, "SI!!" young Tomas pleaded desperately, "I LOVE you, grandpa. I want to be your puta. MAKE me your whore, por favor. Please, abuelo, I need to be your woman!"
Grandfather's face was a combination of lust and disgust, but one thing was sure, he would fuck this little boy's asshole till it became a cunt. He would use this boy, his little grandson. Because his grandson was a filthy maricon, a queer, a faggot. And a maricon's ass was a pussy. A pussy for horny men, real men, to rape and breed.
The older man knelt between the little legs hanging off the bed. He raised them, found the tiny virgin ass of his 8 year old grandson and hocked up a wad of hot yellow spit into the tight brown pucker. He then let spit drool from his mouth onto his massive cock, rubbing it especially around the head. His eyes were bright with lust as he gazed upon the last of his grandson's innocence. Grandpa was sweating and breathing heavily. His ubiquitous cigar still clenched between his teeth, he watched the little boy's face as he--without preparation, kindness or concern-- began to push the head of his large adult cock into the impossibly small hole of his grandson.
Tomas screamed in pain as the tremendous cock ripped at his tiny hole. Through the tears in his eyes, he looked at his grandfather's face. What he saw frightened, yet excited him. Grandfather's eyes burned more brightly as the screams filled his ears. It was clear, aubelo delighted in the little boy's pain. When Tomas tried to utter a weak, "please...por favor, abuelo," Grandfather brought his face close to the boy's. Tomas could feel the heat of the burning cigar and the sandpaper of his grandfather's beard.
"Abuelo ain't here, maricon. You got no grandfather! All that is here is a man with a cock and a little baby puto. You are my whore, Tomas. A pretty little boy with two holes." He shoved deeper into the boy's body, sneering, " And I will use these holes whenever I want! You like that, eh, Tomas?" When Tomas didn't answer quickly enough, his grandfather used his cock as a weapon, shoving more into his grandson, "I asked you a question, whore!"
Tomas whimpered, "Si, abuelo...SI !!!" And it was true. Despite the pain, 8 year old Tomas gladly gave his virginity to the older man. He loved his grandfather, he loved him in a special, adult, forbidden way. This realization caused him to forget the blood smearing his sheets, and ignore the pain in his new boy-cunt.
His rugged grandfather sawed in and out of the now torn and bleeding boy pussy. He pounded roughly and deeply into his grandson's novice kid-cunt, pulling his massive prick all the way out and slamming it back in to the now gaping hole. Now grandfather, like all real men, cared only about one thing: his own satisfaction. Growling lustfully, he plowed as deeply as he could, his mat of black pubic hair grinding against the hairless ass of the little boy. His climax building, impending, he reached down to his grandson's body, his hands finding the undeveloped nipples of the 8 year old boy. With uncaring ferocity he pinched them as hard as he could, his large fingers and dirty nails digging into them, twisting and pulling. The tiny boy cries of pain spurred on abuelo's massive cum. With violent thrusts he emptied his incestuous pedo load into his grandson's ruined and gaping boy pussy. The sight of the crescents of blood at the boy's nipples excited him nearly as much as the blood, cum and shit he found as he withdrew his huge, dripping cock from his newest victim/lover.
Tomas was ordered to clean his grandfather's invading weapon with the same mouth he had sincerely offered the man earlier. But now there was a coldness, a wanton disregard from abuelo. As Tomas lovingly licked his grandfather's thick blotches of semen from the massive meat that had just raped the little boy, his grandpa spat into his face, hatred burning in his eyes. "I should kill you, maricon! I should squeeze the sins from your little body," The man snarled. Tomas' tongue found his own blood and waste on his grandfathers cock and in his thick cock-bush. "Get it ALL!" The older man screamed, "Clean your filth from me!" When Tomas had wiped all traces of the night's activities from the elder man's genitals, the boy looked up hopefully and lovingly. He was met with a back handed slap from his grandfather. "Don't look at me, faggot! You are ruined! You're little boy asshole is stretched like a whore's cunt. Your mouth stinks of shit and sex and cum! There is nothing decent left of you, puta...you disgust me!"
Tomas was physically used up and emotionally tossed away, still he tried, "Abuelo, PLEASE. There must be something! Something I can do!" He called to the man who was pulling on his jeans and drinking from the bottle. "Please, abuelo. Anything!"
His grandfather, lighting a new cigar turned to him, and spat the tip in the boy's direction. He grabbed Tomas' face and jerked it upward so their eyes met, "maybe there is, puta. Maybe I can get some use out of you."
"Si! Abuelo!! Yes, of course you can, I love y--"
The backhand hit the other side of Tomas' 8 year old face, he would have matching bruises. "What does a baby whore know of love? You only know how to FUCK, slut! How to beg to be used and ruined by good men such as me!" His voice lowered in conspiracy with his grandson now, "There is ONE thing. Something you will do for me whenever I want it for as long as I want it." Tomas remained silent, fearful of saying the wrong thing, as abuelo completed his thought. "Bring me that boy, Mateo, from your school. I want him. Tomorrow, I will teach you how to get young boys for me. Boys that are unspoiled. Clean, good boys. Not dirty and used like you!".....
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"HELLO, EARTH TO TOMAS!! HELLO, ANYONE IN THERE?" It was Eddie...EDDIE. Tomas shook his head as though he'd been asleep, his memory so real it had swallowed him up, "DUDE...Welcome back!" Little Eddie seemed almost relieved.
Tomas stammered, "Damn, man, I'm sorry. Daydreaming, I guess."
"More like a fuckin trance, yo! Everything okay?"
"Yeah, YEAH...oh HELL yeah. Was just thinking about stuff my grandpa taught me. It's all good, my little friend. All WAY fuckin good!" The handsome 16 year old brazenly grabbed the little boy's crotch under the table, "ALLLLLLL good, ya little fucker." Tomas winked at the 7 year old and smiled sincerely and broadly.
Just like abuelo taught him.
chapter 3
The vivid daydream of his grandpap made Tomas aware of something: He had waited long enough. For weeks the handsome 16 year old had groomed and conditioned the second grader. For weeks Tomas had put his needs on hold while making sure that Eddie was feeling comfortable. Tomas had let the 7 year old believe he was safe, and that Tomas was his friend. But now, grandpap had given him a sign. Abuelo reminded him, it was time to teach this little faggot his place in the world of MEN.
After grandfather had raped and quickly tired of young Tomas, it became Tiger's job to find and recruit new boys for grandpap and men like him. Tomas, himself only 8 when it began, had used his charms and every devious method he knew to procure naive younger boys for abuelo's pleasure. Tiger charmed, seduced and tricked boys from primary school, local parks, church groups, where ever he could find them. Then Tomas would bring them to grandfather and his friends. The men used the little boys, shared them, and passed them around like the slut toddlers they were.
And now, Tomas would teach Eddie. The 7 year old would soon learn the harsh lessons of predator and prey. And Tomas--The Tiger--Rivera was ready for the kill. No more friendly cajoling for a clumsy suck job from the kid, Tomas wanted more. DESERVED more. And he was ready to take it.
Tomas--The Tiger--was sick of being nice to the 7 year old. The High School wrestling champ wanted to take the kid... the way the little slut needed to be taken: rough, hard and repeatedly.
No sooner had Tomas decided this, than the perfect opportunity presented itself. Daniel, Eddie's daddy, was going out of town for the weekend. "I know it's a lot to ask, Tomas, but if you could stay with Eddie til Sunday, it would mean the world to me," the good looking widower pleaded.
Just like that, The Tiger was offered up his prey. And The Tiger was hungry.
*
The Friday Eddie's dad left Tiger in charge, Tomas Rivera called Eddie's school, saying that Wardo was sick and staying home. Hanging up the phone, Tomas took off his shirt and shorts and stood before the second grader in just his boxers.
"Strip down to your skivvies, Edwardo, got a new game for ya!"
Eddie, was out of his cargo shorts and tee shirt in moments. "You gonna help me exercise my dick, Tiger?" This had become Eddie's favorite past time since Tomas had introduced him to it. If Eddie wasn't jacking his little pricklet on his own, he was begging Tomas to help him. As Tomas had planned, the 7 year old would do anything to achieve another dry cum. Usually the price was sucking the teenager off, and swallowing Tiger's load.
"Today we play MY game, Wardo." Tomas' voice had a grown up, sinister tone. "And we play it in your bedroom.
Eddie was suspicious, but still trusted his idol.
Tomas, continued, "I put a protective sheet on your bed. Come on, cuntboy!" He yanked the 40 pound boy up, and dragged him by his arm to the kid's room. The much stronger, much bigger high school wrestler was on top of the 7 year old Eddie in seconds, his hands ripping at the second grader's underwear. When the boy was naked, Eddie took out his cell phone and took pictures of the small boy and his tiny genitals. Eddie watched as he hit 'SEND'. Answering the little boy's unasked question, "Grandpap's friends. They wanna watch." Eddie opened his laptop, put it on the dresser and turned on the video cam.
The second grader stuttered, "WATCH?? Watch WHAT, Tiger?" Eddie was trying to maintain some type of composure, although he was sitting naked. He appealed to his friend, "What do you mean, Tiger?"
"They're gonna watch me use your faggot little boy body as my cum dump, Edwardo. I've been waiting for my chance to use your baby virgin pussy, to rape your fuckin throat, to make you my personal little kid cunt." Then the 16 year old repeated, for his own enjoyment, "damn...7 year old virgin boy pussy!!" Just the thought gave the high school stud jock a hard on.
There was a *PING* and the laptop's screen blinked, then another and another.
"Ya know, Edwardo, I never finished my story about grandpap and my name. Here, we better smoke a joint, it's gonnna be a long afternoon for you, little boy." Tomas/Tiger lit a joint, inhaled deeply and exhaled as he stood in front of the 7 year old. Tomas adjusted the cam on the laptop, "Look over here, Wardo! There, that seems in focus, SMILE!"
"Where was I? OH yeah...why Grandpap called me Tiger! WELL, seems that my grandpa had this thing for little boys. He fucked me, Edwardo. He fucked my mouth and my ass, and he fucked em hard. I was about your age. But then, eh...he was tired of it. I guess his interest didn't last long after ruining his grandson's asshole." The 16 year old and the second grader were naked on Eddie's bed, smoking a joint and talking about sex. The men who were logged into the video chat watched and listened. Eddie was still horrified, but there was a certain comfort in having Tomas with him. Tomas was idly running his fingertips over the 7 year old boy he would rape in just a few minutes.
Tomas inhaled, shotgunned Eddie again, and continued his story, in surprisingly good spirits. "SO after I was 'old news' to abuelo,and he had shared me with most of his pedo friends, he had another job for me. Finding new little boys for him and his pals. Yep, a whole group of em!" Tiger paused and gestured toward his laptop and live video feed, "Fuck, Wardo, a lot of these guys watching? They have known me since the first time grandpap stuck his big ole Mexican cock up my pussy. They're the ones who told me to find other little boys, and how to do it. Edwardo, these guys?..." again, Tomas pointed to the video camera in the laptop, "These men went through a boy a week, easily. They'd gang rape a 4 year old til his little boy cunt was like hamburger. Six or eight grown men, Wardo, fucking little boys up the ass, down the throat. And I'd watch. Sometimes they'd make me clean their big uncut cocks when they were done. One time, the janitor from my school...oh man, this turned me on. Well, it made me sick, but it turned me on, too...the janitor sat on this toddler's face. First, he shoved his big ole' cock down the little boy's throat, I dunno how it fit in there, ya know? And when he came, Wardo, that guy came in like...gallons! There's this little kid, another Mexican kid, a baby, really, and he's got adult fuckin cum just pouring out his little nose and mouth. This babyboy, Eddie, coughing up grownup CUM, yo! Chokin on that shit so bad that he puked. And the other men, they're all jacking off, shooting their loads on the ground, into their crotch hair, just watching. Finally Jose, the custodian?.. mother fucker reaches his nasty dirty fingers into the toddler's mouth and clears the kid's throat. Just scoops out this cum and the kids spitup, so the little guy can breathe. Then he motions for me to get over by him, and feeds it to me. Shoves them dirty janitor fingers, covered in janitor nutt down my throat. Tell ya, Edwardo, I goobbled that nasty shit down like a mother fucker. I was slurping and choking, too, cuz I was scared I'd fuckin gag on it and die. The men, they didn't know I was scared, though, they thought I was tearing that shit up cuz I was turned on. And I was, a little, it was sexy as hell what Jose did to that kid, but mostly I was going crazy on his fingers to survive. Well, Wardo, all these grownup men, with their big cocks and hairy...hairy EVERYTHING...they all started clapping and calling me 'beast' and 'animal' and THAT'S when Grandpap said I was back to being 'Tiger.' They said there was nothing I wouldn't do, and something inside of me just fuckin SNAPPED, Wardo. I grabbed that boy, and I pumped my 10 year old peter down that toddler's throat. It was the first time I had a real cum. Those men fuckin CHEERED for me. Turned em on to see a kid like me rape a baby kid like him. Grandpap was so proud, He said I understood the natural order of things. You know, Wardo...like with animals: The bigger and stronger can do whatever the fuck they want with the small and weak. Guys like me, we don't gotta worry bout anything cept what we want. Then we TAKE it. Rip it, ruin it. Kill it if we gotta. That's what a Tiger would do, isn't it?"
*PING* *PING* from the laptop. 'TAKE THE BABY BITCH!' the screen said.
The 16 year old turned to Eddie, there was fear in the little boy's eyes and lust in Tomas' eyes.
"Relax, little boy!! This IS gonna happen. But at least I am FIIIIINE, yo!" Tomas laughed, "For real, you little pussy boy, I'm a fine lookin mother fucker, huh?" Tiger stood up, close to the second grader's face, "Almost 6 feet tall, man. 165 pounds of all fuckin raw wrestler muscle." Tomas flexed to emphasize his point. "God KNOWS I'm handsome, and..." Tiger now took the little boy's hand to his 16 year old chiseled chest, "...and for the MAN parts? Wardo, what a lucky little fag you've been to get some of this, huh? Big teen nipples? This flat 6 pack, babyboy. How bout Tomas' dark treasure trail, huh, Eddie? Leading to, and I KNOW you love this!.." Tiger put Eddie's 7 year old hand down his the thick patch of teen pubes, "All that hair, Eddie and THIS?? This fuckin big-ass 7 inch cock. Little Eddie, you ain't been able to get all this in your mouth, have ya?"
"Well, no, but.."
"But you'll get it in there today." Tomas stroked his teen dick til it was painfully hard and dripping thick strands of precum. "We'll get it someplace else, too."
Let's check the Webcam yo! The laptop sounded a 'PING' again and the little 2nd grader realized they had an audience. Tiger typed quickly on the keyboard. 'John' would moderate the group. He'd log the men on to the coded site, and once everything got started, he'd pass on the most popular suggestions/questions. This would free up Tomas to do the... work. More 'pings' as more men logged on. Tomas became more excited while Eddie became more terrified.
On the screen, 'CAN YOU READ THIS FROM THE KID'S BED?' appeared in large letters. The sound from Eddie's room was on, so Tomas answered, "Easily! Got a good view? Audio?"
'YES! SHOW US THE BOY!' appeared in large capital letters.
"My little 7 year old fuck boy, your public has spoken! They wanna see you. " Tomas told the scared 7 year old.
Tomas grabbed Eddie, stood him up on the bed, watching the monitor he saw himself and his actions in the corner of the screen. He pulled Eddie's tiny cock and the boy yelped. He fondled Eddie's nearly invisible ball sack, and the boy squirmed. "He's used to more gentle treatment," Tomas laughed. "Got everyone there, John?"
The screen read, '34 FRIENDS, 6 VISITORS (ALL CHECKED,SAFE AND KID FRIENDLY! LETS SEE THE KIDS PUSSY'
"Men, this is one fine piece of sweet 7 year old VIRGIN boy! Check it out, not a hair under his arms, not a SIGN of hair on his crotch anywhere. Eddie here has a 2 inch uncut Mexican-American baby pricklet. It works, I know, because I've actually sucked it off." Reading a message on the screen, "Nope. No liquid cums yet! But the little fag will dry nutt til you're done!" Tomas laughed and grabbed his own teen cock in masturbating fashion. "Turn around, Eddie, these guys will never believe this next part, not after you stayed with me night after night".
"Bend way over, there, Edwardo, show em your brown pucker" Then Tomas spoke to the camera, "THAT perfect tiny brown pucker, is MINE!"
Eddie stood naked in front of 40 cyber pedos and the high school wrestler who was going to rape, use and abuse Eddie's tiny, innocent body.
" Tomas, what are you DOIN?" Eddie started to cry, "I thought we were friends! PLEASE, Tomas! Edwardo was already begging the 16 year old Stud/Babysitter/All State Wrestling Champ and Child Molester to stop and Tiger hadn't even started on this munchkin morsel.
*
The screen lit up, 'DO HIM! USE THE BABY BITCH!'
Tomas turned and slapped the little 2nd grader, sending the kid spinning and back to his bed. When Tiger saw tears, he pinned the boy down. Eddie on his back with Tomas straddling the child's chest. Tomas had a knee on each of Eddie's arms. Tomas, of course, utterly, completely controlled the small 7 year old. After weeks of playing footsie with this little fucker, Tomas--The Tiger--was gonna ruin this pretty little second grade boy. The wrestler's cock began to throb and drool strings on precum in the little boy's face.
"Fuck yeah, you little pussy faggot! CRY. Screaming is good, too!" Tiger's face was only inches from the tiny second grader. Tomas snorted back from his nasal passages and deep into his lungs. From there, the wrestler brought up thick yellow phlegm, "OPEN YOUR FUCKIN MOUTH" he ordered. Eddie was crying too hard to comprehend, so Tomas helped the faggot by grabbing the boy's nose and chin. "I SAID OPEN! YOUR BIG STRONG HIGH SCHOOL BUDDY'S GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU!" and Eddie hocked up a wad of yellow, green and grey mucus the size of a golf ball onto Eddie's pink tongue. Tiger quickly pinched the kid's nose and chin closed, "Eat up, baby scum, I made that just for you!" Then Tomas jerked Eddie's jaw open, and began deeply French kissing the little boy. The teenager's tongue pushed some of the snot ball down the 7 year old's throat, then, hooking his adult sized tongue he scooped out the remainder of the lung glop and painted the smooth skin of the second grader's face. "Little boys should enjoy what comes from big boy's bodies!" To emphasize his point, Tomas added several wads of fresh saliva to the mix.
Eddie was squirming under the wrestler, to no avail. Keeping his knees on the child's shoulders, thus pinning him down, Tomas raised his ass off Eddie's little chest so that all 7 inches of the teenage molester's cock was in the slime covered but cherubic face. As Tiger wiped the slippery phlegm mixture into Eddie's eyes, and across his tiny lips, Tomas recounted the time the two of them had spent together. "THIRTY SEVEN FUCKIN DAYS, ya little brat!! Thirty seven days of me waiting for this." Tomas began using his ample teen dick as a weapon, battering the child's face, "Over a month! A month of me sucking that pathetic peanut of yours. Getting you to trust me, making you love me. And what did I fuckin get?" Again, Tomas hocked a lungful of slime into Eddie's face and hair, "I'll fuckin tell ya what I got! I got SHIT from you! You!! You trying to suck the head of my cock, acting like you were doing me some kind of favor. Gagging on just the fuckin cheesy head? OH HELL FUCKIN NO!! "
"A MAN'S COCK IS GOD TO YOU, BABYSUCK!" Tomas' voice rose with this anger and excitement, "You," and now he spat out the word like it tasted bad, "Edwardo. You're gonna take my fuckin cock in your mouth and DOWN YOUR FUCKIN THROAT the way all babycocksuckers should. "OPEN WIDE, CUNT MOUTH!"
Tiger pushed the unsheathed head of his cock against the tiny 7 year old mouth, "OPEN YOU LITTLE SONOFABITCH!" When the kiddy cocksucker opened, Tomas shoved his cock in until he felt the back of Eddie's throat. He held it there, cutting off Eddie's air, watching the panic in the kid's eyes. "Now THIS is when it gets good, ya preschool cock hound. Try to fuckin swallow my cock. Really, Eddieboy,' Tiger paused before pushing his stud cock past the back of Eddie's little throat."You're gonna think you're gonna die, but you won't. I won't let you. I got too much to do to ya yet. SWALLLLOOOOOW!"
Eddie gagged, but couldn't speak. He began to wretch. Tomas pulled out just 2 inches, and shoved in four. There it was...Eddie began to gag violently, "Go ON, fairyboy, PUKE ON MY COCK. Eddie's handsome 7 year old face was red, the choking brought more snot and saliva, which Eddie coughed into Tomas' thick teenage pubes. "Not a problem, cuntboy,you can clean your mess later."
Tomas loved the slimy feeling of a young whoreboy gagging on his dick. He drove in faster. He drove in deeper. Eddie's small fists were pounding on Tiger's muscled ass, trying to get the teenager to pull out of the boy's windpipe. "You gonna pass out on me, ya little cocksucker? Yeah, you're turning kinda blue...scared, Eddie?" Tomas forced his cock head deeper into the kid's trachea, lodging it there. "Can you hear me, you little faggot? Think maybe I should kill you for being such a tease?"
Eddie continued to pound on Tiger's ass in desperation. And just before the 7 year old passed out--or worse-- Tomas leaned back and pulled his massive 16 year old cock from the boy's throat. Eddie coughed, spit, gasped for air as though he'd nearly drowned. Tears covered his face which was going from the grey-blue shade under Tiger to a red, blotchy color.
Tomas looked at the 7 year old, "Jeeez, stop with the fuckin drama, bitch. You're alive, Chill the fuck out."
Eddie was bent over, still gasping for air. His trachea, no doubt was bruised, his lungs hurt from the spasms of trying to breath oxygen that hadn't been there.
Tomas laid back on the bed, one arm under the back of his head, his armpits damp and rank, his pubes soaked in spit and bile. The 16 year old lit a cigarette, and turned to his 7 year old throat rape victim, "Need a smoke, kid?" Tomas burst into almost uncontrollable laughter. Gathering himself a minute or two later, Tomas grabbed his thick hard teen cock and spoke to the second grader, "Dude? THAT was just appetizers, ya little whore. I ain't EVEN got started on you yet."
chapter 4
After finally regaining his breath, Eddie sat on the bed, massaging his sore jaw. The 7 year old's face was a sticky mess of drying yellow/green phlegm spat upon him by his 16 year old babysitter, Tomas (Tiger )Rivera. Eddie was in pain, he was frightened and confused. Until today, Tiger had been the coolest babysitter ever. They laughed, told dirty jokes, smoked cigarettes and pot, played way violent video games and swore like drunken sailors. Tomas, the handsome, athletic All State Wrestler was Eddie's best friend, Eddie felt cool just hanging out with him. Tomas even showed Eddie how the big guys jacked off.
But jacking off was fun. Nothing about what Tomas just did to Eddie was fun. For a while, when the teenager's thick 7" cock was lodged in Eddie's windpipe, Eddie thought he was going to die. And Tomas didn't seem to really care if he had.
Eddie looked at the wrestler, who was stretched out on the bed, naked and smoking a cigarette. Tiger's hand had been running up and down Eddie's chest, stopping to tweak the little boy's nipples and drawing a grin from the 16 year old.
As angry as the 7 year old was, as physically hurt as he was, when he looked at Tomas (the Tiger) Rivera, Eddie still couldn't help but want to be like him. And to be LIKED by him. Eddie's eyes ran from Tiger's feet to his head. Eddie wondered if he'd ever look like that? Tiger's legs were covered in dark hair, his thighs and calves heavily muscled from years of sports. Tiger's stomach, flat with a well defined 8 pack, was covered in dark hair that twirled from his belly button down to an enormous patch of dense hair around his cock and balls. That same type of hair covered the teen's armpits, and Tomas smelled so...grownup. Tiger's five o'clock shadow was beginning to show, too. Eddie was sure he'd never seen anyone as handsome as Tiger. To the second grader, Tomas was everything he hoped to grow up to be. Even though Tomas has just brutally face fucked and throat raped the small boy...Eddie idolized him.
"I see you looking at me, you little faggot." Tomas spoke without meeting Eddie's eyes. The hunky 16 year old lit another cigarette, inhaled deeply and passed it to the 7 year old next to him. When Eddie took it and laid down next to the teenage who had just molested him, Tiger smiled inwardly. He knew he had a part of the boy's mind, maybe his soul. Tomas had just been as rough with the little kid as he had with anyone. Tiger had held the second grader's head and skull fucked the little bastard with no regard for the boy. Eddie was covered, not just in mucus from Tomas, but in vomit that Tomas had forced out of the boy when he repeatedly gagged the 7 year old. Eddie's trachea and larynx had to be bruised, the boy's throat was SO small and Tomas' cock had repeatedly rammed, jammed and raped the kid's throat so hard that Tomas was surprised the second grader wasn't coughing blood. But yet here little Eddie was, Tomas thought to himself, still wanting the 16 year old's approval. Still hoping Tomas would be his friend. This boy, Eddie, was a tough one. And Tomas wanted more of him.
Tomas put his arm out, and sure enough, the little kid nuzzled against the teenager's hairy pecs. Tiger held him close and petted the boy's soft, but sticky hair. "Ewwww, Edwardo, my little fuckwad...you made a mess of yourself." Tiger pulled the boy's face to his, "You got slime and eww..all sortsa shit on your face. You look like a baby puta after a tough night!" Tomas ran his fingers through some of the muck that HE had spat onto the little boy's face, "Here, open up...eat this stuff, it's grossing me out!"
As Eddie ate the drying bile, Tomas decided to push the limits further. Just how far would this little boy go to earn Tiger's friendship and approval? Had Tomas done such a good job with the little boy that Eddie would do anything for him? Tiger loved stealing the child's innocence, turning the kid into his own personal sex toy. A little 7 year old boy, HIS to use as he wanted. It made the 16 year old hard just to think of it. Tomas knew he could do almost anything, and little Eddie would still crawl into his muscled arms and ask for more.
Tomas wanted to test the kid's limits and, of course, push them further and further. "Shit!" Tiger suddenly said, remembering the men still watching the Web cast. They still had an audience! Not only was Tomas breaking this little 7 year old, in some seriously vile ways, he was further humiliating the boy by doing it via a live Web cast. Tiger grabbed a towel and held it to his crotch, "Damn, little faggot, your Tiger gots to piss, yo!" The dry white towel turned yellow and became saturated with Tomas' hot dank urine. He brought the towel, now dripping piss, up from his crotch and to the boy. "Here, 'cerdo', clean your snout."
Eddie took the piss soaked towel, and to Tomas' amazement, began wiping his face, "Tiger what's ...'cerdo'?"
"Cerdo? Ah...my oink oink boy! Eddie the Pig!" Tomas laughed heartily and watched as the slime on Eddie's face gave way to the teenager's piss bath. When most of the dried gunk was off the 7 year old's face, Tomas said to him, "Now suck The Tiger's piss, baby piglet. It will sooth your throat."
Sucking piss out of a towel? Yesterday the idea would have been unthinkable. Today the seven your old complied, but he wasn't sure why. Eddie didn't think it was fear, he didn't feel afraid of Tomas. It was more like the little boy simply felt powerless against Tiger, he felt as though he had given his will up to the teenager. Eddie placed the towel in his mouth and sucked, eventually Tomas reached over told the child to open wide and began to wring the urine soaked towel into Eddie's mouth. "There, my infant maricon, all clean!" Eddie drank the foul smelling mixture thinking to himself, ' he said 'your Tiger.' He said, 'my maricon.'' The second grader didn't feel humiliated by sucking foul piss from a towel, he felt instead, a sense of belonging. Belonging with and TO Tiger.
Tomas then moved on top of Eddie's small 4 foot body, and began licking down from the child's chest. He engulfed Eddie's two inch baby penis and tiny ball sack sucking and leaving great amounts of his teenage spit. Then, Tiger moved to uncharted territory.
"The men," Tiger said casting his eyes in the direction of his laptop, "They want to see The Tiger inside you. Here." and he pushed two fingers inside the boy's impossibly tiny hole.
The pain shocked Eddie, but he tried to speak, "Tomas, how can..?"
"Oh, Edwardo, trust The Tiger, it can." Tomas sat on his haunches, leering at the virgin 7 year old. Tiger drooled spit onto his cock, and worked the precum oozing from under his foreskin over the now swollen purple head of his 7 inch weapon. Then he shoved three fingers into the little boy's already raw throat, "SPIT. Lots of it!" Eddie gagged and thick spit from his throat coated the teenager's fingers.
"Bueno, Edwardo, muy bueno" Tiger's eyes were locked on the 7 year old's big brown eyes. Tiger inserted his fingers gently and watched the second grader, "Si? Not so bad, eh?"
Eddie allowed his short legs to be lifted, and Tiger put the head of his large, teen cock on the tight, virgin pucker. "Tiger needs this, Wardo. Tiger gonna make you a little girl. MY little girl." and Tomas pushed in, not just the head of his cock, but the first few inches as well. It was impossibly tight, incredibly warm and Tiger knew there was no stopping. Tiger would rape this child's baby virgin ass, no matter what. Tears, screams, blood...none of that could stop the teenage molester now. He would fuck this boy hard and deep, and if Eddie's asshole was ruined and torn in the process, it was even better.
Eddie screamed out in pain, and Tomas leaned in, close to the 7 year old's face, "Screaming, little puta, only makes me want to do THIS," and he shoved more cock into the boy's tight ass. "See, Eddicito, when my little girl squeals and squirms, my giant pinga gets harder and harder, feel it?" Tomas shoved the rest of his swollen prick into the tiny 7 year old shit chute.
Eddie could feel Tigers balls against his little ass cheeks, and when he looked into Tomas' eyes, Tomas pushed in just that much further, so that his dense pubic hair was rubbing Eddie's asshole raw. "Oh, my own little puta," Tomas said, still staring the 2nd grade boy in the face, "I'm turning your little ass into a little boy cunt. A tiny virgin pussy for Tiger's big cock. You feel good for Tomas, bitch. So nasty. So fuckin hot. Such a little baby pussy." And Tomas began to fuck. He pulled his cock all the way out, so that the boy's hole was gaping open at him, then shoved in with such force that Eddie's head hit his headboard.
And Tiger never broke eye contact with the second grader. He loved watching the pain and fear in Eddie's eyes, and Tiger knew the boy could see the cold, self serving lust in his. First Tomas would long dick the 7 year old newly born cunt, smiling wickedly at the boy. Then he would drive it in, leaving it there, and grinding his hips into the child's ass cheeks.
"THIS, little puta Eddie, THIS is what you are good for. You were BORN to be a little bitch. You were made for Tiger's cock. You were created for ME, little maricon." Tiger kept fucking, sweat dripping down on the little boy, as he pinched Eddie's tiny undeveloped penis between his fingers, "My little puta don't need this, si?"
"Si!" Eddie whimpered
Moving his large fingers to the small ball sack on the boy, Tiger squeezed hard, "And no little girlfriend of mine needs these. Si?"
"SI..si!! SI!!" Eddie winced and agreed.
Tomas twisted the tiny pricklett, and squeezed the small sack while he picked up speed and began to fuck the 7 year old with a furious energy. "TELL ME," the teenage stud hollered to his baby whore, "TELL ME!"
Eddie knew now why he allowed, more than that, encouraged Tomas' actions. It was the way the teenager referred to Eddie was though he owned him. 'MY little puta' Tomas had said and 'You're my special little boy, created for me'. The second grader would do anything to keep Tiger as his friend. Eddie was mesmerized by Tomas and despite the pain, if this is what Tomas wanted, Eddie would provide it.
Eddie worshipped Tomas. At that point Eddie knew he would do anything to stay the wrestler's 'special boy.'
It shocked Tiger to hear Eddie refer to himself in the third person, "Eddie don't need no baby prick, Tiger. Don't need none of that," and there were tears in the little boy's eyes.
"What does little PUTA Eddie need?," Tiger was fucking in and out harder and faster, "WHAT DOES EDDIE NEED, BITCH?"
"Eddie needs Tiger. He needs Tiger's big cock in his ass..."
Tiger slapped him, "No ass, no ass"
"MY PUSSY," Eddie wailed, "OH, FUCK...TIGER...FUCK MY PUSSY."
Tiger looked at the boy and raised his eyebrows, Eddie knew his mistake, "YOUR PUSSY. EDDIE NEEDS TIGER TO FUCK HIS PUSSY."
The declaration, the submission sent Tiger over the edge, "YES! YOU LITTLE PUTA. MY LITTLE BABY GIRL. I WILL FUCK AND FUCK AND FUCK YOU. I WILL RAPE YOUR HOLE AND ..."
Eddie finished Tiger's thought, for it was Eddie's thought, too,"GIVE ME A BABY. FUCK ME, TIGER! MAKE ME PREGNANT, PLEASE PLEASE"
Eddie could feel the teenager erupting deep in his bowels. Tiger had fucked him beyond his rectum, and into his guts. The rivers of teen stud cum filled him, hot and white and so far inside that he doubted it would ever leak out. Eddie hoped it wouldn't. He wanted Tiger inside him forever.
Although Eddie was a fraction of Tiger's size, the teenager collapsed on top of the 7 year old. Eddie could feel Tomas' heart pounding in his chest and his breath on Eddie's small neck. Tiger's sweat drenched both their bodies. Eventually Tomas pushed himself up on his elbows, his arms straddling the little boy, looking at him, face to face.
"Son of a BITCH!" Tomas spoke the words, but it took an inspection of his face for Eddie to determine Tiger's meaning. Tomas' hair was stuck to his forehead, his face flush, but there it was...something in Tiger's eyes that smiled. "I suppose you think you're hot shit, huh? Taking my cock like that?" Eddie was still studying the wrestler's face. Was Tomas angry, disappointed, pleased?
Tiger pulled his deflated cock out of Eddie's tiny, but stretched out asshole. "Damn, you made a mess on my dick, puta!" Tiger changed positions, and was again sitting on the little boy's chest, his large, spent, dirty prick inches from Eddie's face. "If you're gonna take a fucking like THAT, you better learn how to clean my cock, Wardo." THERE was the smile, Eddie saw it!
Eddie scrunched down just a few inches and looked at Tiger's cock. It was streaked with kid shit, ass slime, Eddie's little boy blood and a glob or two of Tiger's rich potent semen. The 7 year old craned his neck and began licking the soft but still ample Latino cock. Eddie sucked the waste, THEIR waste from Tomas' ball sack and even cleaned in Tomas' thick pubes.
"Fuckin little puta," Tiger said with a sly smile. "Nasty little boy, eh?"
"Si, Tiger. Si."
Tiger got out of bed, stretched, smelled his armpits then ran his hand under his balls and smelled them, too. "Whew! Damn...smells like a whorehouse in here, ya little fag." They both laughed. Tiger continued, "And, Edwardo..the piss? Ewww. Nasty."
"Just doin what The Tiger told me to do." The boy said resting his head o his hands.
"Well, The Tiger says for you to say goodbye to my friends watching now."
"Adios, grandpa's friends!" Eddie smiled and waved.
Tiger looked at Eddie, looked back at the web cam, "Adios, Daniel, hope it met your expectations. We'll see you tomorrow!"
On the screen letters appeared, 'NICE JOB TIGER. REMIND EDDIE TO BRUSH HIS TEETH. SEE YOU BOTH TOMORROW."
chapter 5 "Tomas and Daniel "
Eddie almost screamed, "Tomas? TOMAS!"
"Yes, my little puta?" Tomas knew what was on Eddie's mind, but wanted to make the kid suffer just a little longer.
"That...that last message..?" the horrified 7 year old stuttered, "You called him..."
"Daniel. Si."
"But..what..was that my..?" Eddie paled
Tomas enjoyed this almost as much as the raping of the little boy. Tiger had hurt the second grader physically, skull fucking little Eddie ruthlessly, then taking the 7 year old's cherry violently, but this? This was a delicious new form of torture, and The Tiger loved it. "You have a question in that mouth, Edwardo? Something to ask your Tiger?"
Eddie was too horrified to bring himself to say the words. And Tomas said nothing to help, but went about closing the laptop. Both the boy and the teenager were still naked, and Eddie finally bound from the bed and clung to Tomas' leg. Tomas' cock hardened, not from the boy's touch but from his desperation. Tiger lit a cigarette and stood there, looking down at the second grader. "It seems you have concern, little puta. Is it about your cock sucking mouth? Your little boy CUNT? Is it about all those men who watched you turn into a baby faggot, begging for my cock?"
"Tomas, please...you know.."
"Si, little faggot, I DO know,"
"Tiger," Eddie gathered his courage, "Tiger..Tomas..that last man?.."
Tomas smiled wickedly, his perfect white teeth showing as he cupped his hard dick in his hand and waited.
"Tomas, that wasn't my daddy, was it?"
"Wasn't it?"
"But why would..how could..?"
Tiger had waited long enough, had toyed with his prey and now would delight in the final strike. The strong 16 year old picked the little boy up and brought him face to face. "Edwardo, you silly little cock sucking baby whore. Of COURSE it was your beloved Daddy. "
Eddie burst into tears.
"Si, you little SLUT! Your daddy watched it ALL, baby faggot. He watched you suck my cock. He watched you BEG to be fucked. He watched you wretch and choke and bathe yourself in my piss. He saw it all, Edwardo, every sick fuckin thing you did."
"But, Tomas, how did he even know about this? About the webcast?" Eddie's large brown eyes were red from sobbing, and still they melted a part of Tomas' heart. 'Shit,' the teenager said to himself, 'I'm too nice to this one. It's them damned pretty cow eyes.'
Tiger carried the second grader back to the bed, the two sat, still naked, their backs against the headboard. Tomas noticed the size difference...Eddie's short, tan down-covered legs barely reached Tiger's hairy, dark muscled thighs. Damn, that turned him the fuck on. Tomas began to explain,"Ah, my naive baby faggot, the question should be how could he not know? I think your daddy always suspected something was up, ya know?" Tiger's arm was around the little boy's shoulder, the teen playing gently in Eddie's straight black hair, "He called me over when you were at school to question me about the cigarettes and a roach that you had hidden. Eddie, you were very careless, I thought 'oh shit man, Daniel's gonna bust my ass."
"I'm sorry, Tiger, I thought I had em hidden real good."
"Mio Dios, Edwardo, are ya fuckin kiddin me? Your underwear drawer? Who the shit does your laundry?"
"Daddy"
"Si...Daddy. And when he went to put away your little size nothing UnderRoos?"
"Ohhhhhhhh"
"Damn right, ooooohhhh! Muy stupido, my little maricon. And was it also brilliant of you to store the pictures I gave you in the same fuckin place?"
Eddie paled. The pictures! Him naked. Tiger naked. Him and Tiger naked. Him sucking Tiger's big teenage cock.
Tomas continued, "Little dude, when I saw THEM, I knew I was headed to juvie hall. If your big ole Papa didn't kill me first."
"Oh shit, Tomas...I'm.."
Tomas playfully pinched one of Eddie's tiny nipples, "Ah, that one, I'm afraid, is my bad, amigo, I shouldn'ta' let you keep em. But for real, Wardo, your underwear drawer?"
Eddie shook his head in shame, and Tiger continued his account with Daniel. "So there's your Dad, yo, all 6 feet 2 inches of him. All 200 pounds of him. And he's holding your reefer roach, cigarettes and, Holy Mother of Everything, naked pictures of his baby boy! Now, Eddie, I can fight, but your Daddy's a big dude. There was a time there I was hoping he would call the po-po, cuz veins in his neck were all sticking out and his eyes went kinda crazy looking."
"I've seen that crazy look before, at report card time in 1st grade," Eddie interjected.
"Well, you can have it, little fagboy, I was pretty scared."
"YOU? Scared?"
"Si. Either jail or Papa Constanza, I was fucked, yo."
Tiger stopped, lit a cigarette inhaled deeply and exhaled thougtfully. He looked at the second grader who nodded his head, so Tiger gave him that smoke and Tomas lit another. "Then it got weird, little Wardo. Way fuckin weird."
Tiger inhaled again and continued, "Your Daddy, he starts looking at them pictures, ya know. Not looking casual-like, but...looking. And he asks, 'Eddie likes this, huh?' And I tell him, you like it. You like it a lot. Then he asks, 'Tiger--he called me Tiger--Tiger, are you fucking my 7 year old little boy?'
Tomas took another drag, Eddie moved closer to 16 year old, and began playing with the hairs on Tiger's chest. "Well," Tiger continued talking to Eddie, "At least that was something in my favor. I hadn't got into your boy pussy yet, so I could honestly tell him no. Know what your daddy said?"
"Nu-uh" the second grader replied
"He said, 'Well why the fuck NOT?' Like he was scolding me! Your daddy said, 'Looks like you corrupted the little fucker real good...got him high, got him sucking your cock. But you didn't open that little boy cunt yet?' "
"Well, Edwardo I was fuckin shocked. First I thought he was kidding, that mean kinda kidding? Sarcastic? But when I saw him rubbing his junk through his shorts, it didn't take long for me to figure out he was serious as shit."
Tomas took another drag on his cigarette and went on, "THEN the mother fucker...sorry, Wardo..Then your daddy unzips his shorts pulls em down and he's got this giant hard on. It's growing outta the most hair I've seen since I was a little boy. His foreskin is pulled back, the head is leaking precum all over his cock and his hand."
Eddie was as shocked now as Tiger had been then.
"So he grabs his big ole uncut penis and, says real quiet, 'Think he'd like this?'" noddin' down at his dick. I tell him I suppose so,"
"Wait! You saw my daddy's cock?"
"Oh HELL yeah, Wardo, I saw it."
"Hard?"
"Big and Hard. Hard as the day he pumped his jizz into your momma and made you. Hell, probably harder. Your daddy was turned the fuck on, little one."
Then the teenager told Eddie about Daniel offering Tomas a cigar, and how the two men in Eddie's life sat, smoking and talking about the sexualization of the second grader.
Tomas told the 7 year old about how his good looking, well built 35 year old Daddy sat there and continued to stroke his huge Latino cock, his egg-sized balls bouncing in their hair-covered snack. All the time asking questions about his own second grade son.
"He wanted to hear about your smooth hairless body and this tiny 7 year old pricklett," Tiger told the boy, taking time to pinch Eddie's little dick. "And that round baby ass you got back there."
"Daddy wanted to hear about me? Naked?"
" Dude, your daddy was all about your naked body. He wanted to know how a 16 year old had gotten you to suck dick." Tiger told him, "Thinking about you and me, Wardo, got his big Daddy cock all fuckin hard."
"Then he starts telling me he's got this plan. All the time, he's strokin that big Daddy Meat. He wants to see you get broken in, wants me to use ya like a worthless little slut. Wants to see how far I can push his 'virgin 7 year old son.'"
Eddie's face was a mixture of excitement and confusion, "My daddy said THAT?....about ME?"
"Ohhhh yeah, Edwardo."
"Why?"
Tiger turned to the second grader, "Truth is, Wardo, there's a lot dads out there who wanna sex up their boys in one way or another. Big, regular dude-dads like yours, getting all horny at the beach with their little sons, or watching ya'll at soccer games in your little shorts and shit. The ones who offer to make sure you're safe in pool shower room, so they can see your smooth little cocks and tiny asses. The pathetic thing is most of them are such pussies they're afraid to do anything. They don't know how to talk a kid outta his underwear, so they hope that a guy like me will come along and do it for em. Your daddy may not have planned for me to show up, but he sure as fuck was happy when I did. Plus, if I do say so myself, I'm a good lookin' teen stud, and many dads get the double treat."
"Double treat?"
"Shit yeah. They get their little boys fucked AND they get to watch a mother fucker like ME do it. "
Eddie was confused, "So all that stuff we did today, you did that cuz my daddy told you to?"
"Oh hell no, Wardo! Your dad probably wasn't even sure what a kid your age COULD do. But ME, shit ...that's just what I DO. I like fuckin boys your age and younger. I like fuckin rough and hard like a man. That's why I offered to babysit ya in the first place. Ever since ole Tiger's cock started workin', I been ripping little boys' assholes open. It turned me on to hold you down and rape you, to watch you cry and then make you scream. All that nasty shit I did to you? My idea. Shit, my LIFE, Wardo!
Finding boys like you, and taking your innocence, corrupting your body for MY pleasure... knowing that no matter what you do in the future, I'll always be the one who took a piece of you when you were 7. Makes you mine. Forever. That's how I get my rocks off. Shoving my big ole cock down your throat choking you? Fucking tight little boy ass, turning you into a preteen fag cum bucket? Your asshole was so small, Eddie, so tight, so innocent...and I fuckin TOOK it. You can never get it back, and you can never give your virginity to anyone else, not even your daddy. It's mine. You're mine. Forever. That makes Tiger feel alive."
Tomas continued, "So I told your daddy I had a plan of my own. That I was doing a private web broadcast and gave him the info he needed. Told him, too, I didn't think he'd be disappointed in how I was gonna take you and turn you the fuck out."
"So Daddy likes what you and me did?" Eddie asked.
"Like it? Fuck, old Daniel's probably been fantasizing about it since you were born."
"Tiger, do you think he'll wanna do stuff, too?"
Tiger smirked. He had taken little Eddie Constanza as his. Eddie would never be innocent again. And snagging Daniel, too? Perverting not just the boy, but his father as well? Coaching Daddy on how to take his son? Probably how to take other mens son, too? Just thinking about what Daniel wanted, what Eddie was becoming, touched the darkest, sexiest parts of Tiger's being.
Tiger reached down and took hold of his 7' erection, "Wardo, I'm thinking that when Daddy Daniel gets hold of you, you ain't gonna be nothing but a couple of little boy holes waiting to be abused by horny big boys and grown up men. "
Eddie's hand found his little boy hard on, he began to rub his tiny prick. His other hand was fingering his recently deflowered ass, his boy pussy.
Tiger smiled, "Ah, so my little fag likes playing with his pussy now, huh?"
"Feels good, Tiger. And it's all squishy in there."
"Yo, Edwardo, lie on your back and put your legs up."
"Tomas...you're not gonna..."
"Fuck you again? Hellz yeah I am!! Just not right now. Right now, I got a treat for ya. Lift em up, Eddie."
Eddie raised his legs and spread them, exposing his roughly abused asshole. Tiger took two fingers and gently probed the second grader's pussy. Eddie winced and Tiger reassured him, "Wardo, I know your cunt is tender, but let Tiger in there. Relax." He pushed, and moving his long dark fingers around inside the steaming confines of the 7 year old's stretched and battered ass-cunt.
Eddie was moaning now as Tomas explored the tiny rectum. "My baby puta is all filled up in here," Tiger withdrew his fingers and showed them to the second grader. "Sex slop, Wardo. Some little boy ass juice, some poop, it looks like. Just a teeny bit of blood, from the stretching and lots of Tiger's cum. Open up, baby," Tiger ordered gently as he brought the messy fingers to Eddie's lips.
The 7 year old not only opened, but stuck out his tongue, lapping at the thick remnants of his initial encounter of teenboy on littleboy lust.
When Tomas' fingers were cleaned, the teenager, reinserted them in Eddie's warm wet hole, bringing forth more goo for the child to eat and wiping it on Eddie's small hand. Eddie was still sucking on his fingers when he felt Tomas' tongue licking under his balls.
Tiger's muffled voice came up from Eddie's baby crotch. "Mmmmmmph. Little boy pussy, nothing like it." Tiger's tongue seemed to have grown longer as he lapped and slurped deep inside the bowels of the child. Eddie flailed on the bed, the feelings new and electric. Tiger's tongue delved deeper. When he reappeared, Tiger placed his lips on Eddies, and as both mouths opened, the teenager filled the child's mouth with more of their combined fuck juices.
As they laid there, teen predator and his little boy, Tiger mentally checked off the corruption of Eddie. Not even two months had gone by, and the second grader was his. Filled with dark, perverse pride, the teenager pulled the boy over on top of him. Face to face, beautiful child and his handsome molester.
"Edwardo?"
"Si, Tiger? What?
"Your daddy is going to do these things with you, you know that, right?"
"Yeah, I thought so."
"And that's okay. That's what little boys are for. He made you, Wardo. He can use you."
Eddie looked disappointed, "I know, Tiger, but.."
"But what, my baby puta?"
"But Daddy isn't you, Tiger. "
Tiger smiled, "Are you Tiger's little boy now?"
"Oh, SI, Tiger. More than anything, yours."
"Si, Eddie. Mine." Tiger gently nudged the little boy's head and Eddie disappeared between the teenager's legs. When the second grader enveloped Tomas' soft cock with his warm lips, Tiger said softly to the child, "Just leave it in your mouth, Wardo, let your Daddy find us this way in the morning."
******** ****
Eddie was suckling on Tiger's cock placidly when Daniel entered the boy's bedroom. He was about to speak when he was 'shhhushed' and a lighter flicked, illuminating Tiger's handsome face. After lighting his cigarette, Tomas said quietly, "Little puta had a long day yesterday." and winked at the boy's father.
Daniel, in his jacket and tie from the flight said, "I gotta catch a shower anyway."
He turned to leave the room and Tiger stopped him, "Don't go, Daniel, he's anxious to see you." Tiger moved to turn on a lamp so as not to disturb Eddie, giving Daniel full view of the site before him.
The 6'2" father looked down to see his small 7 year old son's face buried to his nose in Tiger's thick adolescent pubes. Daniel couldn't see Tomas' cock, as it was entirely in Eddie's tiny mouth. A soft suckling sound, like when a child sucks his thumb, was coming from the second grader.
Tiger sat like that for a while, letting Daniel drink it all in. A handsome 16 year old, naked. Sitting up in Eddie's bed, smoking and gently petting the little boy's dark hair. Tomas stretched to show his well muscled, slim, strong pecs with swirling dark chest hair. Tiger's legs were spread, and in the 'V' was Daniel's own and only 7 year old son. Eddie was naked, too, of course, curled against Tiger's hairy dark leg.
Daniel uttered a soft, low moan. His hand groped his cock through his dress slacks. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuck, Tiger."
Tiger smiled and lifted his eyebrows, "Told ya you wouldn't be disappointed."
The men were still whispering so they wouldn't wake up the baby cock sucker, "Disappointed? Fuck, Tomas, I came in that hotel room three times watching you two."
"Yeah? Cool. Turned me on knowing his daddy was watching me. Shit..cock's gettin hard just thinking bout it."
The hardening cock started to rouse the sleeping boy, Tiger could feel Eddie awaking. He had an idea and mouthed it to Daniel, who sunk back into the shadows as Tiger turned off the light.
The sleepy-eyed boy smiled when he saw Tiger. "Hey. Buenos dias" the child said softly.
"Hola, Edwardo, you slept well?"
"Si..but now I'm hungry."
"I can make you cereal" Tiger suggested wryly.
Eddie wrapped his small hand around Tiger's hard cock, "Not that kinda hungry, Tomas. Maybe could I..?"
Tiger answered, his voice thick with morning lust, "Say it, Eddie the Puta. Ask for it. Beg your Tiger."
Tiger wished he could see Daniel in the shadows, he'd heard the soft sound of his zipper beeing pulled down.
"Tiger, please, please can I suck your cock?"
"Because you are...? What, little Eddie?"
"Please feed your baby faggot, Tiger. Let this nasty puta eat your cum, please? Por favor?"
Tiger arranged the boy on his haunches, so he was sucking the teenager's prick, while the smooth 7 year old ass was up in the air. "Suck me, baby slut. Show me how much you need it."
Eddie was bobbing up and down noisily jacking and sucking the teenager's thick 7 inches when Daniel appeared from the rear and dropped to his knees. He moved in toward his son's asshole and gently licked at it with his tongue.
Startled, Eddie turned around, then (much to Tiger's satisfaction) turned to Tiger to see what he should do. "Baby, just do what you're doing, and let the grownups have what we want."
Daniel drove his tongue deeper into his son's asshole, tasting his little boy for the first time. Eddie's sphincter gave little resistance, and Tiger could hear the man slobber and moan as he explored the 7 year old's rectal passage. "Spread his little asscheeks, Daniel, don't be shy, get in that pussy good and deep. Eat your little boy's CUNT, Daniel, taste his fuck hole, man."
"Oh fuuuuck, Tiger, the little bitch tastes nasty up in there," Daniel answered between moans, "Tastes like little boy ass, but better"
"Tastes like SEX, Daniel. Tastes like his ass churned up juices making him easier to fuck. Tastes like the last bits of my cum from inside his guts," Tiger hissed lustfully, "Tastes like freshly made pussy..boy pussy...nasty, hungry baby boy pussy."
"Oh FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK," Daniel repeated, "Oh fuuuck. My own kid, oh shit, Eddie I've been wanting your little body for as long as I can remember."
Eddie gagged as Tiger pushed the second grader's face down to his thick pubes. "Swallow, whore, like I taught you. All the way down."
Daniel was eating the tiny hole again, so reluctant to take his mouth off his son that he was fumbling with his belt and pants. When his face appeared above the child's small butt cheeks, Daniel's face was wet with sweat, saliva and kid ass juice, "Tiger, you think I could--"
"Fuck him?"
"Oh FUCK, YEAH. Wanna shove my daddy prick into my own little boy"
It made Tiger's cock throb to hear the dad talk about his baby son like this. He took the small boy's head in his hands, interrupting the blow job Eddie was giving him, "Edwardo, your Daddy wants to fuck your boypussy... tell your daddy what you need. Beg him to give it to you."
Eddie whimpered, "Oh Daddy..."
Tomas whispered to the boy, "Call him Papi, slut. Sounds more like the needy bitch whore you are."
"Fuck my little pussy, Papi, please."
Now Tiger coached Daniel through his first incestuous pedo assault, "Tell your baby what you're gonna do, Daniel. He's yours to use however you want. TAKE YOUR LITTLE KIDSLUT. Your flesh and blood...he's YOURS. This is what sons are for, Daniel"
Daniel pushed three large adult fingers into the second grader's boycunt. "Gonna fuck you, Eddie. Gonna rape your fuckin faggot ass. This fuckin cock MADE you, you sick little maricon, this pussy BELONGS to me."
"Please, please Papi fuck your little boy whore." Eddie nearly shouted in wanton, perverse delight, "Take my ass, Daddy.. while Tiger takes my throat. PLEASE, PAPI USE ME. BOTH OF YOU, PLEASE."
Tiger sneered, "Fuckin slut. Look how fast you turned, you little cock hungry bitch! Begging for your two men to fuck you!"
Without warning Daniel spit on his dick and shoved his 10" fat Daddy cock up his boy's pussy. "TAKE ME SON! TAKE THE COCK THAT MADE YOU! OH SHIT, GOING SO DEEP, OH, FUCK YOU EDDIE, YOU NASTY DADDY FUCKER!"
Eddie screamed as his father's hard dick drove into his bowels without lube. Tiger knew it was better that way, that when Daniel or whomever Daniel shared the boy with, fucked the kid there wouldn't always be time for lotions and oils.
From now on, Eddie's tiny second grade ass was going to be a hungry kid cunt, available whenever and wherever his father wanted it.
Tiger held Eddie's head and skull fucked the kid without regard to the boy's comfort or safety. "Fuck him Daniel. Fuck him hard! I'll choke him up here, you rip him open down there. MAKE HIM TAKE IT, muchacho, use his holes!"
Daniel was sweating and red faced, he had lifted the boy's ass in his hands and was fucking his son like he was a sex doll. "THIS IS WHAT I WANT, TIGER! I wanna use my own little boy. Wanna share him, oh God help me, Tiger, I wanna watch men and teenage jocks and thugs rape him. I wanna see his pussy open and drippin cum."
"Gonna pimp him out, Daniel? Gonna take him to high school football games and leave him in the locker room?"
"Oh shit, yeah," Daniel pounded his boy's ass harder. "Take you to the family reunions, Eddie, you got uncles who would like you a lot. And some big boy cousins."
Eddie raised his head long enough to ask,"Maybe a Grandfather, too? Like Tiger's?"
Tiger laughed as he increased the power and speed of each thrust into Eddie's throat. There was a little blood on Eddie's mouth, from where Tiger had mashed teeth and lips together and the little boy's lips were already swelling. "Si, Edwardo, maybe you have an abuelo like mine, eh?"
Daniel, too, increased the velocity of his fucking, "OH YOU LITTLE FUCKIN FAGGOT!" Eddie's father shouted as he slammed his only child with his 10" cock, "NAUGHTY LITTLE BOY..MAKING YOUR DADDY AND TIGER USE YOU LIKE THIS."
Tiger pulled his cock from the boy's mouth and began to cum. He sprayed thick ropes of teen jism on the boy's face. "You look good, Wardo, covered in Tiger's nutt! Like the sick little perv you are. " Cum was drippin from Eddie's chin to his eyelashes. "You look like 'Mexican Cum Boy'! Show Papi."
Eddie turned just his head to show Daniel. At the sight of his 7 year old, 40 pound son covered in teen sperm, Daniel began to spew his load into his little boy. Deep inside the walls and crevices of Eddies shit-chute pussy, thick daddy cum coated the child's insides. At the feel of his first ever load of daddy spooge, the 7 year old began to moan and shudder in ecstasy as waves of little boy dry orgasms flowed through his body. His father's huge cock and twisted dreams for his son completed Eddie's transformation. He would be his Papi's slut, he would want nothing more than to always please his daddy and the men and the big boys that Daniel gave him to.
Many minutes later, still none of trio had moved. As they regained some of their spent energy, Daniel and Tiger puffed on cigars while Eddie did what every little cunt boy does, he cleaned the cocks of his Daddy and Tiger.
"You're staying on with us, right?" Daniel asked/stated.
Tiger hesitated, he usually grew tired of boys after he had taken what he could from them. But Eddie was different and Tiger liked Daniel, too.
"You can sleep in my room, like big almost brother!" Eddie offered happily, "Please, Tiger stay with me--"
"With US," Daniel interjected, "I still need a babysitter, you know...Amongst other things," Daniel and Tiger exchanged winks.
Tiger smiled a sly smile. Not only did he actually like Eddie and Daniel, there was gonna be a lot of action with these two over the next few months and years. It would be a shame to miss it. Eddie's first football player, his first gang member, his first Uncle, his first trips to the ghetto and the barrio, his first time visiting dad at the office. Not to mention lots more little boy, daddy and teen stud sex.
When Tiger needed to go in search of prey, he would. Unless it came to him. Tiger did have a little "almost brother" now.
And Eddie was still just in second grade.
The End ?
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chapter 6 "Hot fun in the summertime "
Eddie and Tiger meet 10 y.o. Damien
A year later...
With Tomas living at his house, Eddie enjoyed new found popularity with the boys in his class, especially after Tiger convinced Daniel to put in a pool. All summer long, the the Constanza's yard was filled with 8, 9 and 10 year olds in their little baggy swimsuits doing cannonballs, swimming or screaming 'Polo' in answer to their friends 'Marco.'
Tiger played his game carefully and with perfect predator prowess. The first two weeks in June, he had insisted that if Daniel wasn't home, each boy be accompanied by a parent, declaring that anything else would look inappropriate. Under the parents' watchful eyes, Tiger won their approval by making sure all the boys followed pool safety rules, wore their sunscreen and knew how to swim. He complained loudly when the young boys begged to climb on him and jump off his shoulders, finally giving in only after a 'what you gonna do?' look to the parents. Slowly, he began to 'make an exception' for one boy, then another as parents begged to just drop their kid off, since they were in such good hands. By the end of June, Tiger was the only 'adult supervision' at the pool.
The 17 year old Latino stud and child molester spent his days supervising an endless stream of little boys. From behind his sunglasses, Tiger devoured the half naked eye candy in all their sizes, shapes and coloring, often recording the 3rd and 4th graders at play or on the porch, which the little boys used as a changing area. Sometimes, in the evening Tiger would play the digital films, fantasizing about this little boy or that, while young Eddie sucked Tomas to one or two satisfying orgasms.
Occasionally, the well built high school wrestler would don his white Speedo and 'work on his tan'. Though the skimpy suit was not to his personal taste, there was no denying that he looked great in it, and he loved to being nearly naked around Eddie's friends.
Now 17, Eddie had sprung up 2" in the last year, and added 15 pounds of compact muscle on his 5'10" frame. His broader chest was covered in dark hair, one of the Rivera traits he enjoyed showing off to his young charges. The other was carefully tucked in the Speedo to give the best view to those little guys who noticed such things.
Tiger, as always, stalked patiently and with cunning. He was too careful to hunt amongst Eddie's friends indiscriminately. But when Eddie introduced a new kid, Damien, Tiger knew that the boy would be his. The 10 year old was remarkably appealing to Tomas. The kid had straight sandy blond/red hair, a little too long. Freckles across his nose only highlighted the devilish sparkle in his green eyes. Tomas figured out why he thought the kid was so cute...Damien looked and acted like a 5 foot tall teenager. The boy's worldly bravado, tho, came from a place Tiger was all too familiar with...a place where little boys are neglected, fend for themselves and have no real adult affection.
Tiger enlisted Eddie's help in getting closer to the 10 year old. Tomas could tell by his 'badass demeanor', Damien was no stranger to bad habits, so Eddie invited the new kid to join him in the garage to smoke, and to begin the 'testing' process that he had learned from Tiger.
In the garage, the two boys wearing only their swimsuits, hopped up and sat on the workbench. 8 year old Eddie not only produced a pack of cigarettes, but a bottle of cheap wine to impress his new friend. "Ya can't tell anyone, okay? Tomas buys it for me. He says I'm old enough for all the shit adults say we can't do."
Damien inhaled deeply and agreed, "Yeah, adults are fucked up. But I thought Tomas was all strict and shit, too. That's what Jamie said."
"Jamie's a little sissy faggot. Kids like him, and most of them from round here, fuckin ruin it the days they show up. Tiger, that's Tomas nickname, has to act all protective and shit so the sissy parents all trust him. When it's just him and me, or cool kids like you, we get to do whatever we want."
"Why not just throw out the little pussies?"
"Tomas says we should look good in the neighborhood, so people trust him and, well, some of em are friends from school."
The 10 year old drank from the bottle, shook the hair from his eyes, "What grade you goin into?"
Eddie exhaled, "Third. You goin into 4th?"
"Nah, got held back at my old school, 3rd for me, too."
"No offense, Damien, but you're gonna be a big-assed 3rd grader."
"Good! Then I can kick the shit outta anybody I wanna. Check these out," the boy put his smoke between his lips and flexed his biceps, "been workin out with my bro's weights."
The muscles actually were impressive for a 10 year old, and Eddie reached out and felt the decent sized, solid mini-masses. "Maaaan," the little Latino breathed, partly out of genuine admiration and partly because Damien expected it, "guess you have, dude!" Eddie continued, "What grade's your brother goin into?"
The worldly 10 year old lit a cigarette off the butt of his last, "Dunno. He's in juvie. He's 15, what grade is that?"
"Fuck if I know." Eddie laughed, "What'd he do?"
Damien jumped down from the workbench, "I gotta piss like a fuckin race horse, man."
"Knock yourself out"
The sandy haired boy pulled down his trunks and let loose a heavy stream of kid urine. "OOOPS!!" he laughed, and wiggled enough to splash Eddie's smooth brown legs. "My bad."
Eddie laughed, called Damien a fag and pulling down his own shorts, got Damien's feet with a spray of his own. Eddie then boldly tested his friend when the smaller boy grabbed the 10 year old's 4 inch dick under the guise of trying to make Damien piss on himself.
The little Latino was relieved when no accusations, or worse, fists, flew in his direction. He wondered, tho..had really felt Damien's dick harden slightly?
"Can we have this whole bottle?" Damien asked, jumping back on the bench and taking a healthy swig.
"Yeah, but, ain't you high?"
"Some, but not wasted."
"Won't your parents notice?"
"Jeez, now look at who's being a faggot!" Damien laughed, brushed the hair out of his eyes and lit another cigarette. "Its just my old man, and he don't notice nothin but his own bottle and his porn channel."
Eddie saw another opening, "Porn?"
The 10 year old exhaled, "Uhhh, yeah. Sex? Pussy? Tits? Fuckin?"
"I fuckin KNOW what porn is, dickbreath, Tiger gets it for me."
"No shit? Damn! My dad locks the channel when he ain't there, so I can only watch it when my old man watches it...kinda takes the fun out of it, ya know?" Damien said, making jerk off motions and raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah...but..dude, ya watch porn with your father?" Eddie was genuinely kind of grossed out. Somehow Damien sitting on the couch watching porn next to his drunk dad seemed so much weirder than Eddie and his dad fucking.
"Not WITH him, asshole. I stand behind him, and he don't know. Bad enough listening to him jack off from a distance!" Pulling his cheek back and forth rapidly, Damien gave his impression of the sound.
Both boys laughed heartily. Noticing the bottle was indeed empty, Eddie nudged his friend, "we should get back, man."
Poolside, Damien fell into a lounge. He was easily the biggest boy there, Tiger noticed. Was that a tiny wisp of hair under the 10 year old's arms? The kid wasn't just tall, his shoulders were broader, his whole upper body was already well-defined. Tomas was surprised, boys built like this, on the verge of puberty, were usually too old for him, but this one? Tomas wanted this sexy, good looking teen-wannabe.
Sitting across the pool from Damien, Eddie filled Tiger in on what he had learned. Just listening to Eddie go down the list made the 17 year old stud hard. It was a wish list of traits that a predator like Tiger dreamt of.
Tomas turned to Eddie, "Baby, get our new friend to spend the night tonight."
***
Damien was right, his dad didn't give a shit where the kid spent the night. If Tomas wasn't The Tiger, he would have felt bad for the boy..children should be loved and protected. But Tomas IS The Tiger, and Damien's situation was perfect. The attractive 10 year old was prey, and was spending the night at Tiger's watering hole.
Eddie's dad, Daniel, was out of town, and although Daniel shared Tiger's love of boys--including his own son-- his absence did make things less complicated. There were no adults to fuck things up, just 8 year old Eddie, 10 year old Damien and Tomas (The Tiger) Rivera.
Eddie still worshipped and obeyed Tiger. Even though Eddie regularly had sex with his own daddy, it was Tomas/Tiger, who held Wardo's heart. Tiger was Edwardo's cool, handsome pretend big brother, and Edwardo wanted to be just like Tomas someday. Eddie would play with Tiger's hairy chest, suckle on the teenager's 7" uncut cock or rim Tiger's dark rank asshole while the two of them watched tv. The little boy idolized his teenage abuser, and would do anything for Tiger.
Tiger knew Eddie loved him, so the teenager was careful to explain that, in the seduction of Damien, nothing between Tiger and his little Wardo would change. Tomas meant some of this, but mostly he was just being practical... He needed Eddie to help him get to Damien, and the last thing he needed was a pissed off, uncooperative 8 year old fucking things up. "Just follow my lead, baby boy. We'll have fun with Damien, but I LOVE my special little brother." Eddie nearly swooned. Tiger had been careful never to use the L word, because he never felt it, but figured tonight was a good time for the big guns.
***
After dinner, Eddie and Damien went to the bedroom to watch tv. The two youngsters were sprawled on the bed, Wardo in a pair of boxers, and Damien had found a pair of Tiger's shorts. Tiger found himself again thinking how fucking sexy Damien was. Damn, he wanted to fuck this overdeveloped 3rd grader.
About 10 p.m., Tiger joined them again. The teenage Latino stud, wearing only a pair of jersey shorts and carrying a joint and a couple of beers, announced loudly, "Move it ladies, this is my room too, ya know." And plopped down between the two boys.
Lighting a joint, Tiger looked at Damien, "Stud like you gets high, right?"
The 10 year old toked the joint like a pro, holding the smoke deep in his lungs. As he slowly exhaled, Damien sighed, "Niiiice. Used to get high with my bro." Then, with the maturity of a teenager, the sandy haired kid popped the top on a beer, chugging nearly half of it. Damien belched, "Thanks, Tomas."
"Call me Tiger, man. All my special friends do."
"Cool," the boy said, taking another hit. "Thanks, Tiger."
Tomas, his back against the head board, stretched his long legs, "My little Wardo, you want some of this?" holding out the joint.
Eddie moved so that he was next to his 'brother' and hit the joint.
Tiger called to Damien, "Dude you want some more of this? Swing on up here, your head is where our feets is!" To emphasize his point, Tomas rubbed a foot in the boy's face.
Damien scurried up next to Tiger. Tomas noticed Damien's very loose shorts, and put his hand up the leg, "Best fit you could find, Big D?"
In spite of his cool facade, Damien beamed, "Big D?"
Tiger felt Damien's arms, tapped his chest, made a show out of hand measuring Damien's shoulders, then shadow boxed the boy's solid belly "Well, dude?"
"My old man said guys in our family get their size early on," Damien answered proudly.
"Damn, I guess so, yo." Tiger continued to run his hands along the 10 year old's shoulders, then down his chest, back up his arms. Then, pretending to catch himself, "Oh, dude. Sorry. Damn, tho, Big D, you're a solid mother fucker."
Damien, obviously stoned, said quietly, "That's OK, felt good."
Edwardo leaned in and rested his head on Tiger's chest, "Tiger is good at that. Makes me feel good a lot. Huh, Tiger?"
Like Edwardo, Tomas could tell the timing was right. The pot had peacefully lulled his boys into a quiet mellow mood. Eddie and Damien were totally relaxed and leaning on him. Tiger checked Damien whose his eyes were closed, so the 17 leaned in to kiss Wardo, "Love me, babyboy?" Wardo's sigh, and his little hand on Tiger's nipple let the high school boy know Eddie was okay with Tomas making the next move.
Tiger began to make small designs with his fingers on Damien's surprisingly solid chest. The 17 year old moved down, his face nearer to the little boy he planned to have. Tiger could smell Damien, stronger than Eddie, this 10 year old was on the verge of bigger boyhood. Tracing the boy's nipple, Tiger whispered into Damien's ear, "Okay if I do that, Big Guy?"
Damien only moaned and moved closer to his handsome molester.
Tiger bent down, and turned Damien's face toward his, "Damien, you're so perfect, baby, such a perfect boy." His lips were on the 10 year old's, and the boy kissed back. Tiger slid his adult tongue into the little boy's mouth, while his hands explored the body he had ached to touch. He spoke into Damien's mouth, "part little boy, part big boy...fuck, Damien, I want you so bad, baby."
Damien's legs spread as he moved closer still to the dark, hairy Latino. The 10 year old began to rub his crotch against Tiger's leg. Finally he looked into Tiger's eyes, "Please?" the boy moaned.
The mood, though sexual, reminded Tiger more of a peaceful scene from a wet dream. All three boys were still quiet, moving gently and talking in whispers.
Eddie watched as Tiger slid his hand into the boy's shorts and wrapped his hand around a surprising almost 5" hard on. Tiger slowly began to manipulate the boy's penis, feeling his balls at the same time. "That feel good, D?"
Damien softly uttered, "Make me cum, Tiger. Please."
Tiger wasn't sure if the boy meant dry cum, or CUM, and was about to ask, when Eddie moved his face down to Damien's crotch. "Can I, Tiger?" the 8 year old asked.
"Oh, my little boy, si. Let Tiger watch, baby Wardo."
Eddie's little mouth found the 10 year old's cock. It was hard, and and wet at the end. Eddie swirled his little tongue around Damien's dick, then began to expertly suck the entire length into his mouth.
Tiger's own cock was incredibly hard as he watched the obscene act taking place in front of him. Eddie, the little hairless boy he had seduced and used in nearly every way possible, was fulfilling every molester's dream. This once innocent boy was now sucking a new boy's cock. Working in tandem with his adult abuser, the third grader would slowly become a predator. The idea of Eddie completing this perverse cycle made Tiger's hard Latino cock throb.
"Suck him, mijo, suck your first little boy cock," Tiger hissed to Wardo, "Make him want your Tiger. Make him want us, babyboy."
Edwardo had been trained by the best, and as he furiously sucked Damien's cock, his small fingers made their way to the 10 year old's tight asshole. Wardo quickly licked two digits and pressed against Damien's ass.
Tiger, kissing the boy's neck whispered, "Let Eddie in your asshole, D. Let him feel inside you, baby."
Damien raised his legs and moaned as his 8 year old friend explored only the outermost parts of his 10 year old ass. The sight before Tiger's eyes was incredible. A small dark haired head of a little boy, bouncing up and down on the smooth, freckled crotch of another...children Tiger had hunted and bagged for his most perverse needs.
Tiger knew he had to feel what Eddie was feeling...he wanted Damien's tight little boy asshole. "I wanna feel your little hole, Damien, let The Tiger feel inside you, baby? Slide up so I can touch you, D, k?"
Damien began to move, to give the grownup Latino access to his ass, and Eddie followed expertly, his lips never leaving the 10 year old's cock. Again, Damien raised his legs, and Tiger saw the boy's tiny, perfect pink anus.
Tiger traced the child's asshole with his adult fingers,"What a beautiful little boy pussy, Damien. Perfect tiny hole... Eddie, lick my fingers, baby." Eddie took his mouth off Damien's cock long enough to cover Tiger's fingers in saliva, then resumed his work.
Tomas whispered to Damien, "I'll help you cum, Damien, let me feel inside you." Tiger slowly inserted his long, thick fingers into the moaning 10 year old. He went in gently, but as deep as he could, "Finger fucking you, Damien. Oh, baby, you're so hot in there, can you feel your Tiger's fingers in you, D?"
"You're touching something, Tiger...oh fuck, what you doing?"
"Making my Damien feel good, baby. Can you cum, Big D? Cum for Eddie and The Tiger, little man?"
Eddie sensed it first, with the movement of Damien's small nuts, and the 8 year old redoubled his efforts. Soon, Damien began to gently thrash, "Oh shit...oh FUCK. EDDIE...OH SHIT...TIGER..OH FUCK..."
Damien, indeed, was having a wet prepubescent orgasm. Eddie felt Damien's cock jerk, then tasted the watery cum in his mouth. Not thick like Tiger's or long ropey strands like his daddy, but a sweet dose of Damien's pre-teen ball juice.
The knowledge that he and Eddie had bedded Damien, seduced the handsome little boy and gotten a load of his precious little boy semen sent Tiger over the edge.
"Wardo, quick, you little cocksucker," shouted Tiger as he grabbed the 8 year old's head and forced him down to the base of his adult cock, "Eat it, Wardo! Get Tiger's cum, baby. Eat my load. Eat it!" Wardo caught Tiger's thick load of teenage ball gravy in his mouth, savored it and swallowed.
Tiger spread his arms out. On one side, the little Latino boy, smiled up at him and licked a dallop of cum from his little lips. One the other, the sexy overdeveloped 10 year old nuzzled Tiger's side and hugged Tiger tightly.
Tomas the Tiger Rivera smiled, and moved just enough to reach the nightstand. First, he lit a cigar and puffed proudly. Next he flipped open his phone and took a picture of his boys. Tiny little Eddie who performed like a baby whore, and Damien, the irresistible 10 year old stud, whose life with Eddie and The Tiger was just beginning.
chapter 7 " More Hot fun "
Damien and Tiger were still gently snoring when Edwardo woke up. Both boys had fallen asleep on Tiger's hairy chest, and while Damien still dozed, Eddie studied the sandy haired 10 year old. Finally, the 8 year old Mexican boy touched Damien's freckled nose, and watched the boy's green eyes flutter open.
"Hi," Damien smiled sleepily, "Whatcha looking at?"
"You," Eddie confessed, "Never got to look at an Anglo this close up before. Your eyelashes are gold like your hair."
Damien made his eyes cross, pretending to look, "Yeah? Wouldn't know, can't see em." Reaching out, the 10 year old touched Eddie's face, "Yours are dark, like your eyes. And long. Pretty, like a girl's."
Instead of being offended, Wardo quietly asked, "Pretty, huh?"
"Pretty." The older boy replied. Then, brushing a lock of dark hair from Eddie's face, "You're pretty. Sexy, too."
Suddenly a deeper voice interrupted. "You're both sexy. Sexy as fuck." Tiger smiled and hugged the two little boys to his side, "Now, what about your Tiger? Is Tiger a sexy papi, my little lovers?"
Eddie beamed, "Si, el Tigre es muy sexy!"
"Hey, you two Mexican fuckers...English would be nice, yo!"
Tiger laughed, and with an exaggerated accent said "Si, mi little Anglo, for you, Engleeesh" and lit a cigarette. The handsome 17 year old looked at the two little boys in his bed, and felt his cock harden instantly. Last night was fine, but The Tiger wanted more. A lot more. Starting with some boy on boy action.
"Did you two say good morning to each other?" Tomas asked pointedly.
"Morning" the boys chorused.
"Not like that, ya silly fuckers. You know damned well what I mean." Tomas paused, and pinching Eddie's tiny nipple, "Wardo?"
Eddie's head disappeared under the sheet, and a moment later Damien moaned, "Oh, mother fucker"
Tiger untangled himself from the duo. Moving his legs to one side to give the two boys room, Tomas pulled the sheet off Damien and enjoyed the show.
The 8 year old Mexican was making love to his friend's cock. Eddie's little tongue licked slowly up the underside, flicked into the piss slit and swirled around, back to Damien's ball sack. "Oh, fuck yeah, Eddie, oh damn that feels so good, baby," the 10 year old moaned lustily. Wardo repeated the action, leaving the 5" dick, slick with his spit and began to stroke Damien's rigid member as well. "Shiiiiit, Eddie, you little cocksucker...oh do me, baby." As the smaller boy engulfed the hard pink dick, Damien took Eddie's head in his hands, "Suck it, faggot. You love that big white cock, huh?"
Tiger was turned on by Damien's aggressive nature with Eddie. The boy was trying to facefuck the little Mexican like a teenaged stud. It was fuckin hot to watch these two children go at it like porn stars. Tiger smiled to himself...not only was Damien a 10 year old freak, he was gonna be fun to break. Breaking the Anglo in, the way Tomas wanted, was exactly what The Tiger had planned. Let him be all macho with the little spic, because soon, the handsome 10 year old would be on the receiving end of the teenager's cock.
It was like the two boys forgot Tomas was there, the 10 year old became increasingly nasty to his receptive little partner. Tiger slowly stroked his adult cock as Damien's voice was surprisingly guttural, "I wanna fuck you, bitch. Lemme see that brown pussy."
Eddie reacted as he had been programmed to with a strong male presence, with total bitch-like eagerness. In moments, the bigger boy was on top of Edwardo, pinning the tiny Mexican to the bed, "You want my cock in you, little boy?" Damien growled, "You want me to fuck your asshole?"
As Damien leaned over and bit Eddie's tiny nipple, Wardo moaned loudly.
Damien forced the little boy's legs up and spat in Eddie's face, "TELL ME, FAGGOT. SAY IT!"
'damn,' thought Tiger, 'this little stud is good!' Then out loud, "Take him, Big D, use that hungry little boy pussy."
Damien, his face flushed and sweaty, looked at Tiger, "You wanna watch, Tiger? Wanna see me take your little faggot boyfriend? Wanna see a big white cock go in him?"
"Give it to him, Damien. Rape him, ya little stud."
Tiger was loving the filthy display. One boy, only 10, was using his dick as a weapon against a smaller boy. The corruption, the foul unnaturalness of it all was excruciatingly perverse...and touched something dark and satisfying inside the 17 year old.
Damien sank his ample 5 inches into Eddie's tiny hole with a grunt from both the 10 year old and the smaller boy and began to pump in and out of Wardo's little boy cunt furiously, sweat dripping off his sandy hair and onto Eddie's brown skin.
Just as Tiger was wishing it, Damien lowered his face to Edwardo's and the two began to make out with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. Tongues lapping at each other, a trail of spit shined across Eddie's face, the two little boys were rutting like sex crazed adults. Tiger took his hand off his own hard cock, he had to, or he'd cum before he got to Damien...but damn, these two little boys were unbelievably nasty. Tiger loved it.
Soon, Damien was shouting. "Fuckin gonna cream up your ass, bitch. Gonna shoot...oh...fuck...oh...SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!"
Moments later, the 10 year old's body collapsed on the 8 year old. They laid like that for a few minutes, both little boys breathing heavily, until Tiger announced, "Well, shit, you two...don't know about you, but I gotta have a cigarette after THAT!"
Damien crawled off of Eddie, and both boys joined Tiger at the head of the bed. Tiger lit a cigarette for each of them, still relishing the fact that HE, Tomas The Tiger Rivera, had taken two third graders and turned them into very sexual beings. Sexual beings that, whether little Damien knew it or not, were pawns in Tiger's game.
Just as they had last night, the two young boys sat on either side of Tomas, who put his arm around each one. Eddie leaned into Tiger's chest, resting his head on Tomas hairy pec. Damien seemed more alert and sat up next to Tiger, looking through the ashtray for last night's joint. Finding it, the 10 year lit it, inhaled deeply and held his breath for a few seconds. When he finally exhaled and passed the joint to Tiger, Damien commented, "Your little Eddie is a sweet piece of ass, man."
Tiger liked Damien's confidence in bed, but now there was something a little too ...familiar... about the cute 10 year old's tone. Tiger reached over Damien's shoulder and twisted the kid's nipple, harder than the youngster expected. Damien grimaced, nearly complained but when his eyes met Tiger's, the young boy was determined not to yelp. Tiger gave a final hard pinch before he let go and spoke. "Ah, and you've had a lot of experience with 'pieces of ass,' huh?"
"Well...no, I...."
Tiger sat up and faced the attractive little boy, "Then why you think ya gotta act like that, D?"
Damien's face showed his confusion and fear, "I..I..Well, I don't want ME to be the faggot. Faggots are sissy little bitches. I ain't nobody's bitch."
Tiger turned, and leapt on Damien so fast Eddie's head bounced on the mattress. Wardo said nothing. The 8 year felt a dark passion rise in his little body. It was something Tiger seemed to have planted in Eddie when the teenager took his innocence. A delicious, perverse satisfaction that washed over the little boy when he suffered abuse and humiliation at the hands of his handsome predator. Now Edwardo felt it as he watched Tiger literally pounce on a new little boy. Damien's pain comforted Eddie...aroused him.
Tomas pinned the 10 year old to the sheet, his knees straddling the kid, his strong hands holding Damien's arms down, "You're fuckin TEN! And, little BOY, from now on, you're gonna be what EVER I fuckin tell you to be. INCLUDING my BITCH!"
"Get the fuck off me!" The strong 10 old struggled beneath the 17 year old high school wrestler.
Tiger held the boy in place, the handsome Latino snorted, clearing his lungs in search of a loogie. Finding his mouth full of phlegm, he hovered over the Anglo boy's face. "OPEN!"
Damien clamped his mouth tightly shut.
Tiger reached behind him and grabbed the 10 year old's cock and balls. Tomas' dark eyes watched the kids face. "OPEN YOUR FUCKIN..." and he twisted the boy's package.
Damien didn't yell out, but he did open his mouth, Tiger was impressed. This kid was a tough little stud. As angry as Tiger was, he was still taken by this little boy. Tomas bent over, and rather than spit into Damien's mouth, he brought his lips to the boy's and french kissed the kid. The teenager's tongue delivered the lung slime to the boy, and Tiger continued to press his tongue deeply down the third grader's throat. Damien struggled for only a few seconds, when Tiger felt the fight leave the 10 year old, the teen released the boy's arms and fell into an embrace with the sandy haired kid.
Tiger and Damien kissed with open mouths, tongues exploring one another for several minutes. When Tomas finally pulled back and looked at the child beneath him, both he and the youngster had steely hardons. Tiger studied the freckle faced 10 year old, knowing Damien was drinking in the powerful Latino's dark good looks at the same time. Tiger lowered his voice, stared into the boy's green eyes, "Little man...who you belong to?"
Damien didn't respond immediately, his eyes still locked on his handsome abuser. "Who you belong to, D?"
Barely above a whisper, "you."
"Who?"
"you, Tiger."
"Si. Little Damien belongs to The Tiger," Tomas smiled at the 10 year old, "Isn't that better, mijo?" As he released the boy, Tiger let his mouth find Damien's little nipple and he bit down hard. The third grader again didn't cry out, but ground his naked body against Tiger's.
"You are a little tough guy, Damien, but you're my little tough guy." Tiger raised up and winked at the cute long haired boy, then continued, "My little Mexican friend here," Tomas leaned over and kissed Eddie with an open mouth, "He has given you two nice cums. One with his talented little mouth and one with that well trained cunt of his. You know how many times Eddie came?" Tomas didn't wait for an answer, "Nada! Now it is true, my little Wardo excels at giving pleasure, but it seems only fair that you reciprocate."
Damien protested, "He's too little to cum."
"Ah, there you would be wrong, Damien. Take his little penis in your mouth and bring him to orgasm. He doesn't take long, and you two should learn to pleasure each other."
Tiger watched, stroking his adult cock as the 10 year old went down greedily on Eddie's 3 inch hard on. With just a little guidance from the 8 year old, Damien quickly brought Wardo to a sweet dry cum. Tomas smiled and saved the video on his phone...it would make a great gift for Eddie's dad, Daniel. And Tiger would watch it over and over again... two small boys, sexing each other in his bed...using each other at his command.. Tiger moaned, "Man what a fuckin turn on, you little faggots."
***
With Damien's acceptance of his new role with Eddie and Tiger, things at the Constanza house got much more relaxed. Tiger didn't like the full force immersion that he did on Damien, he was much more comfortable playing things out as he had done with Eddie last year...but Tiger had to admit, there was something to be said for bedding a cutie like Damien within 24 hours of meeting him. The only thing left was for Tiger to pop Damien's little boy ass cherry, and that would happen before nightfall.
Damien and Eddie locked the privacy fence around the pool, Tomas called a few key parents (including Damien's dad) and the three boys were guaranteed their privacy. Tiger lounged naked by the pool, smoking cigars and drinking beers while he watched Eddie and Damien play in the water and with each other.
"Boys, break time!" The Latino stud called every couple of hours, and the two third graders would rush to his side. As Tiger smoked leisurely, Eddie would work Tiger's hairy ball sack with his little mouth, while Tiger instructed the Damien on the finer points of fellating a large adult cock. "Make me cum in 5 minutes and you can each have a beer!" The boys had collected 6 cans before 2:00.
When they finally called it a day, and the trio headed inside, Tiger explained to Eddie that he wanted some alone time with Damien. Without complaint, Eddie excused himself and took a nap while Tiger and the still virgin 10 year old headed for Daniel's king sized bed.
After Tiger turned Eddie into a little cocksucking freak and shared him with Daniel, Eddie's father had thoroughly embraced the concept of adult on kid sex. Daniel fucked Eddie so often that Dan had put mirrors in his bedroom and amassed quite a collection of boy porn. Tiger put his favorite in the player, rolled a joint and set the stage for getting what he wanted from Damien.
Tiger let the 10 year old explore his muscled hairy brown body. Damien, like many little boys before him, found the smell of Tiger's unwashed pits and crotch arousing, and Tiger praised the third grader as he lapped at the thick dark pubes of the handsome Latino. "Let me show you 69, D, we can pleasure each other," and Tiger had the boy on top of him, each working the other's cock. But it was Damien's sweet, funky virgin boy ass that Tiger really wanted, and with a shift of just a few inches, the two found themselves face to ass with each other.
"Your ass is dirty, Tiger, lemme up."
Tiger decided the time for nice was gone again. "Get your fuckin face in there, Damien. It's all part of servicing a man" The little boy followed his molester's orders, and was soon licking Tiger's rank, hairy manhole. "That's it, fag boy, eat my ass, clean it, bitch!" Tiger was happy that he had gotten the kid high and drunk, because before he knew it Damien seemed quite at home in Tiger's trench.
Meanwhile, Tiger was feasting on Damien's foul boy butt. Boy ass always tasted sweet to Tiger, sweaty maybe a slight taste of boy shit, but it was a delicious appetizer leading to breaking in yet another little boy with Tiger's hard teenage cock. "Love your pussy, Damien....tastes good. Tiger's gonna claim it, you know that, right?"
"Tiger, you're too big...won't it hurt?"
"I fuckin hope so, baby whore, I like it more when I got a crying kid taking my cock." With that, Tiger expertly flipped the cute 10 year old over and lifted his tan legs. "Sweet, hairless baby boy cunt, all for Tiger." Tiger rubbed lotion on his 7 fat inches, watching Damien's eyes fill with fear.
"Baby, I'm GONNA have your hole, so, really, get used to the idea. Maybe fuck some of that attitude outta ya, ya think?" Tiger stared at the tiny, tiny hole, amazed at how these little boys' assholes can stretch to accommodate adult cocks. "Damien, ready to be Tiger's little slut?" and without giving the kid a chance to answer, pushed the head of his fat adult dick into the 10 year old.
"Owwww....take it out, take it out!"
"It's barely IN, baby. Push out, Damien, it'll make it hurt less."
"NO!! PLEASE, TIGER!" Damien writhed under Tiger, who held him tightly so the kid couldn't wiggle away from dripping dick.
Tiger loved the look on Damien's face. Fear mixed with pain. As Tomas pushed in another 2 inches, he saw tears brimming in Damien's eyes. "Tight kid cunt... Tiger wants inside you, boy...relax" And with a final hard thrust, Tiger claimed Damien as his.
The hairy Latino pulled out, leaving just the swollen head inside the kid's hole. Then he rammed all of his ample cock in Damien's shitter. The over-developed boy whimpered, but took it. "Hell yeah, you nasty little hole. Feel my big cock in your guts, bitch? Fuck yeah,oh damn you're fuckin tight...smooth little kid cunt..."
Proving himself no wimp, Damien relaxed and took the battering Tiger was giving him. Tiger felt the difference, the lack of resistance, and plowed harder and deeper into the little boy. "Oh FUCK yeah, you little whore. You LIKE taking a man's cock, eh? You gonna turn out to be a puta like little Eddie, no? You want it, cuntboy? You want Tiger to fill you up?"
"FUCK ME, TIGER...MAKE ME YOURS, OH SHIT...!"
Tiger had forgotten and Damien wasn't aware...each stroke of Tiger's hard cock hit Damien's prostate, bringing the little stud 10 year old closer to his own orgasm.
Tiger realized the power he had now over his new boy, how Damien would never run from a cock up his kid cunt again. Damn, he'd fuck this little honey all day every day til he was ready to share him with Daniel. He could pimp this piece of boypussy out and watch other men fuck his sweet little ass.
"Cum with me, you little faggot. Cum on Tiger's cock, bitch. Show me you love me, Damien...come on, puta..cum with Tiger!"
Tiger drove in hard and deep, rocking the 10 year old slut, and when he could feel the little boy about to let loose with his baby wet nutt, Tiger began to coat the kid's ass walls with potent Mexican ball gravy.
Tiger swore at the kid, and twisted the boy's ball sack. Damien hollered in pain and ecstasy, finally proclaiming his love for Tiger.
Spent, Tiger pulled his cock out of the boy and made Damien clean it with his mouth. As the 10 year old slurped the cum and ass juices from Tiger's cock, Tiger lit another cigar. "Get up, Damien, you gotta clean the house, Eddie's dad will be home tomorrow."
"Will I have to leave then, Tomas?" Damien might have been physically overdeveloped, but inside he was just another 10 year old, afraid of being abandoned.
"Leave? Why would you leave?"
"Well, you two have Eddie, and well, you know..."
"Dude, I sent Daniel a video of you...trust me, he's anxious to try you out." Tiger said, raising his eyebrows.
Damien looked genuinely hurt, "Try me out?"
"Nah, baby, I was just kiddin. Daniel is excited about meeting you. Trust me, Big D...he's gonna love having you around." Then Tiger remembered something Damien had said when they were fucking, "Hey, what did you say, Damien, there at the end, when I was filling your boycunt?"
The cute 10 year old quietly repeated, "I love you, Tiger."
The handsome Mexican child abuser puffed on his big Cuban cigar and smiled, "Of course you do. They all do."
chapter 8 " what little boys do "
Tiger had gotten up in the middle of the night to piss and get a drink of water. He stumbled naked into the kitchen and was startled to find Daniel sitting at the table smoking a cigar and nursing a scotch.
"Daniel...you scared the FUCK outta me!" Tiger said too loudly. Then the handsome 17 year old smiled broadly, his white teeth sparkling against his well tanned Mexican skin, "Oh, man, Daniel, it's good to have you home!"
Daniel opened his arms, Tiger hugged Daniel warmly and the two kissed, their tongues exchanging spit. Daniel broke the kiss, and laughed, "Why you kiss me like that, just to tease an old man?"
"Papi, you're not old! Look at you, for real, you're a stud, Daniel! You're not too old for Tiger, just too....grown up!" Tiger commented good naturedly as went to the fridge and opened a beer.
Daniel understood, still he looked at the naked teenager, " you didn't have to get naked for me, mijo!" the 33 year old laughed.
"Good, because I'm naked for the little boys camped out in my bedroom, papi."
This kind of banter had become common between Tiger and Daniel. After Tiger had seduced, molested and fucked Daniel's boy, Tiger had 'presented' the little slutboy to his daddy. Daniel loved using Eddie like the cum bucket Tiger had turned the kid into, but Daniel also discovered that 16 year old Tomas held a lot of appeal for the 35 year old man. Tiger was, after all, an amazingly good looking boy. Tiger knew how Daniel felt so, occasionally, when the two of them found themselves in a three way with the little boy, Tiger didn't stop the man from enjoying a taste of his hefty teen cock. But sex with an adult would never be Tiger's thing. Not as long as there were beautiful little boys.
Daniel groped Tiger's uncut hairy dick, "You sure you don't want me to adopt you, Tomas? I would make a nice papi for you. Daniel Constanza and his two little boys?"
"Aw, Papi," Daniel flirted, "there is nothing little about this boy."
Daniel poured himself another drink, and offered a Cuban to Tiger, who accepted and joined Daniel at the table. "Why you sitting here in the dark, Daniel?..Wait, why are you 12 hours late?"
"Fuckin weather delays, Tiger. I'm tired, my head hurts, I'm horny as fuck...oh, and I stink."
"Noticed."
"Eddie asleep?"
"If he wasn't, I'd be a bad babysitter, wouldn't I?"
"Tiger, you ARE a bad babysitter. You're textbook bad. Mijo, you fuck the children!"
"Only the boys. Only the cute boys."
Daniel blew a smoke ring and got more serious, "Tomas, all I thought about every night was fucking Eddie. Six days! I'm tempted to go wake him."
"No argument from me, Daniel. He's your little boy...your baby cumdump. He should be at your disposal 24/7." Tiger puffed his cigar and smiled, "It's one of the great things about fucking your own kid."
Daniel loosened his tie, "Think I'll just go in there and get the kid, take him too my room and fuck him shitless."
"Careful.. there's two. You can have the white one, but I think he's too much trouble for what you have planned. For tonight, stick to the one I've already trained." Both men laughed and headed down the hall.
Daniel collected his boy, leaving Damien and Tiger alone and naked.
***
"So that's Daniel, huh? He's a hunk." Damien was smoking a cigarette as he stretched out across the bed, his head on Tiger's hairy stomach.
"Hunk? And what is Tiger, you little faggot?"
Damien rolled over and kissed Tiger's stomach, "A different kinda hunk. Daniel, whew...he's a daddy hunk. All tall and them big muscles. You're a..Tiger, you're the kinda hunk kids my age dream about. Older than us, sexy, what do they say?..'the bad boy.'"
"You ain't seen me be BAD yet, Damien."
"No? What was that in Daniel's room the other day?"
"THAT, little boy, was sex. Hell, it was BARELY sex."
"You been 'bad' with Eddie?"
"Bad enough for a kid that little."
"Like what?"
Tiger was getting annoyed with the 10 year old. "Chill, kid. For real...just fuckin chill."
Tomas re -lit his cigar, turned off the light and laid there silently. He thought about Eddie. He thought about the other boys...not the ones he procured for his grandfather, they weren't HIS. Then he smiled, like pictures in a school year book, he brought the first one to mind....
..Tiger's first year as a junior camp counselor. Tiger had only been 12 himself, but that was more than twice Dustin's age. '... Who the fuck sends a 5 year old to camp, anyway? Fuckin parents were asking for it. Sweet little blond haired, thumb-suckin Dustin. I gave the little faggot something to suck on Couldn't suck for shit, either. But he was a good place to start. Forced me to be creative.'
As Tiger thought about Dustin, his hand went to his cock, and he smiled wickedly as he puffed his cigar...
.."But I don't like the taste, Tomas" Damn, he could still hear the little fruit whining. So I put it in every fuckin thing he ate. Little Dustin was homesick, why not let him stay in Tomas' tent? I dunno how piss got into your canteen, but you best drink it, huh Dustin? Since you can't get me in your mouth, sissyboy, we'll put my dick stuff on your toothbrush. Shut up, you're acting...acting like you're 5....FIVE...damn, the kid was sweet.
Tiger fingered his hairy nuts. He supposed he should feel guilty, but he himself had only been 12. Not his fault.
..."it doesn't TASTE like chocolate, Tomas" Little rich white boy looked better with a mouth full of shit. Best way to get that taste out, Dustin? Let Tomas feed you his Mexican cock remedy for spoiled chocolate. Yep, ya little cry baby, it's good for THAT, too....
Tiger felt Damien still lying next to him. Grabbing the 10 year old's hair, he pushed the kid's face onto his cock. Damien started to protest, so Tiger pulled the boy's face back up, close enough to backhand. The slap cracked loudly in the night, Tiger shoved Damien back down and held the 10 year old's head. The cigar between his teeth, Tiger used both hands to bounce Damien's head up and down on Tiger's big teen cock. He loved the gagging, pushed deeper when the third grader choked, and finally began to grind his thick pubes into the boy's face when he was ready to feed Damien his cum. Tiger grunted and pumped harder, and when he had dumped his load in the kid's head, he STILL held him there.
Damien knew better than to whine, his face still stung from just a few minutes before. But still he wondered why Tiger wasn't letting him up. Then he heard Tiger moan, and Damien's mouth began to fill with warm cum..no, not cum..piss. The third grader realized that he had to start swallowing. The taste was foul, and as fast as Damien swallowed, more filled his mouth. He coughed once, enough to send the burning waste into his nose, and Tiger was STILL pissing. Eventually Tomas' urine stream became a trickle and finally Tiger released his grip.
Tiger roughly pushed Damien's head away.
Damien didn't come up, instead he stayed curled up between Tiger's legs, quietly nuzzling the Mexican's large, hairy ball sack.
****
"Daddy wants Damien." Eddie was tugging on Tiger's arm.
"Damn, morning already, my little Edwardo?" Tiger lifted Eddie into the bed, hugged him to his chest and stuck his tongue deep in the little boy's mouth. "Ah, you taste like spermies, little boy."
"Daddy's. There's more, back here." Eddie's cherubic face was so innocent as he pointed to his tiny round bottom.
"Think Daddy will mind if we let Damien clean that out first?"
"Probably okay, Daddy's on the toilet. He'll be in there forever."
Tiger kicked Damien awake, "D, Eddie has something for you."
Damien appeared from between Tiger's legs. This morning the boys automatically kissed deeply, something they had learned after their first morning together. "Cum?" Asked Damien wrinkling his nose.
"Better than Tiger piss" Eddie laughed, displaying his knowledge of body fluids.
"And we gots another flavor for ya, Damien," Tiger announced, "Lie on your back."
Damien obeyed, and the Eddie scrambled over Tiger and set his little brown asshole directly on the 10 year old's mouth. "You might have to suck some...oh.." with a fart surprisingly loud and wet for such a tiny boy, the contents of Eddie's ass emptied into Damien's mouth. It smelled like it was mostly cum...Dan wasn't kidding when he said he needed Eddie!...but there was enough ass juice and little boy shit to remind Damien what he was eating.
When Eddie was empty, Tiger explained to Damien that his tongue should act like toilet paper. The teenager watched as the 10 year old stuck his tongue deep into Wardo's shit chute, then ran it along the outside, cleaning any and all messes that clung to the tiny rectum.
Eddie climbed off his friend, and Damien started to make a face as he tasted the remnants in his mouth. Tiger, reached up and traced the hand print on Damien's cheek, "Shhh. It's what little boys do here." Damien looked into Tiger's dark eyes, he seemed to understand. "Daniel wants you," Tiger told him, "Brush you teeth before you go to his room."
***
"Ah, so you're the foundling, huh?" Daniel said when Damien appeared next to the king sized bed.
Damien brushed the hair out of his eyes with his fingers, "Huh?"
"Foundling. A child left on our doorstep."
"No sir, I wasn't--"
Daniel laughed, threw back the sheet and patted the bed, "No, not literally..never mind, son." Daniel saw that Damien was just standing there, looking at him, so rather than speak, he watched as the boy scanned his body.
Lighting a cigar, Eddie's dad relished the look on the 10 year old's face. He teased the boy by spreading his dark hairy legs, and propping his massive arms under his head. "Hairy, huh?"
"Yessir."
Looking at the handsome child brought new life to Daniel's enormous cock, so he reached down and squeezed it for Damien's benefit, "Big, huh?"
"Biggest thing I've ever seen."
"Best not let our Tiger hear you say that!" Daniel laughed, "Speaking of big...are you really only 10?"
"The boys in our family grow fast, my daddy says."
Daniel reached out and felt the boy's 5 inch hard on. "The only circumcised dick in the house. Nice." When Damien continued to stand beside the bed, Daniel finally laughed and said, "Good GOD, kid, get the fuck in here with papi!!" Daniel lit a joint and offered it to the 10 year old, "Here, babyboy, this will help."
Two deep tokes later, Damien was nestled at Daniel's side. With Dan's big muscled arm around Damien, Daniel played with the boy's long sandy hair. "Freckles, too. You Anglo boys are a treat."
Daniel pulled Damien closer to him, bringing the little boy's mouth to his. Dan's adult tongue explored the child's mouth, licking everything from the roof of Damien's mouth to his tongue to the place his wisdom teeth would grow years from now. His large adult hands held the 10 year old close, as he pawed the boy's smooth, soft skin. More relaxed, Damien let himself get turned on too, and ran his smaller hands over Daniel's large, hairy body.
Both man and boy were moaning loudly, grinding their bodies together, Daniel let Damien move his face down to to the man's thick pelt of chest hair. Damien buried his face there, nuzzling the muscle, finding Daniel's silver dollar sized nipples.
"Suck em, boy." Daniel breathed, "Bite em. Chew papi's nips." And Damien did, stopping only to remove hair from between his teeth. When the kid wasn't working on Dan's pecs, he was lapping at the chest hair, working his way down to Daniel's fur covered six pack.
Damien's face in Daniel's dense pubes meant Damien's hairless crotch was inches from Dan's face. Papi pulled the boy toward him and took both the kid's cock and ball sack into his mouth.
"Fuuuuck, oh shit that feels good," Damien moaned into Daniels thick bush.
Daniel took the opportunity to also slide his large middle finger into the boy's ass, eliciting more moans from Damien. "Suck my cock, little boy, suck it so papi can breed this pretty pussy."
Damien was surprised how much bigger, how much harder Daniel's cock got as he sucked it. Tiger had taught his well, and the boy worked Daniel's huge adult cock up and down, using his lips, his mouth, his throat, even his hands. Damien felt sweat drip from his forehead as he gave Daniel the best blow job a 10 year old could deliver.
"You want it in you, boy?" Daniel grunted. "Want me inside you? Tell me, son. Tell papi. BEG Papi!"
"It's so big..like a man, fuck me, daddy. Please? Use your little boy, papi."
The idea of sticking his 10" cock into another little boy, one calling for his daddy, made Daniel want to rip this boy's pussy open. He worked another finger, then another into Damien's tiny, hairless hole. Met with satisfying groans from the 10 year old at his mercy, Daniel made the kid beg just a little more.
"Big beautiful dark brown cock...my papi's cock. Put it in me, daddy. Fuck your new little boy. Give me that thick juice that makes babies."
"You want it bad, little boy? You need it? Maybe you get pregnant for Papi, eh?"
Damien was near tears as he genuinely implored, "PLEASE, OH GOD YES, PLEASE...PAPI...PLEASE!"
Daniel didn't play. He didn't ease or go slow. Daniel pulled Damien up on all fours, pushed the boy's head back down, grabbed Damien by the hips and thrust all 10 inches into the 10 year old at once, as hard and roughly as he could. He was rewarded with Damien's prepubescent voice crying out in pain. "Papi's dick too big, little boy? We'll have to stretch your little cunt, huh? Maybe it will rip and bleed, you want to bleed for me, boy?"
"Yes, anything," Damien begged through his very real tears. He didn't know anything could hurt this much, "Oh SHIT, DANIEL, PAPI...it's so big! Your cock...it's goin so deep..FUUUUCK!!"
Daniel knew this was true, he loved going deep into a little boy's guts. Sometimes he would imagine his cock ripping through a kid, shredding intestines, invading his stomach, leaving gaping, bloody holes inside a little boy's body. He could see a kid bleeding out on his dick, knowing he should have stopped. Daniel wanted to damage one, leave him crying, close to death.
The thought made him pound Damien harder, harder. He'd bruise this little faggot's tailbone, and go deep enough in him that there would be some blood. That's why little boys were the best. So tight. So new. So fuckin vulnerable. "CUMMING, YOU LITTLE BITCH...CUMMING INSIDE YOU!"
Damien felt Daniel release the biggest hottest load of man spooge he could imagine. He could count the strong spurts as Daniel's cock jerked inside him. Daniel was laying on top of him now, arms around Damien's tiny waist, dumping the last of his daddy lava as deep as he could. Damien began to cum as well. His balls emptied, shooting his little boy wet, watery cum on the sheets. Daniel's body was wet, rancid with sweat and sex. His breath was hot on Damien's neck. Feeling Damien's ass tighten as he came was a new experience for Dan, one he liked. Damien could feel the load inside him, filling spaces in his guts. He could feel some sliding out his cunt hole, seeping around Daniel's softening cock.
Daniel kissed the back of the boy's freckled neck, and slowly withdrew his now sloppy dick. As he collapsed back on the bed, he grabbed Damien and brought the boy back to the pillows with him.
Together, the two laid there, Damien pulled close to Daniel's broad hairy chest, Daniel's arm around the little boy. From where his head lay, Damien could see Daniel's softening cock. The blood, the streaks of shit, the globs of cum made his mouth water. He didn't realize how much he had changed in such a short time or how he gotten to this point. He wasn't aware of what he had become or what he was still becoming.
All Damien knew was that 'this is what little boys do here.'
mikeys' summer of discontent
SUMMARY: In an effort to score drugs, Kyle continues to pimp out his little brother, Michael. This time to two college football players, The Donaldson Twins. To make Mike more compliant, Kyle tricks Mike into taking several painkillers
CHARACTERS: Michael, 10 years old. Blond/blue
Kyle, 18, Mike's brother. Home from college. 6'1'' 190 pounds. Former HS Quarterback and starting Pitcher Joe and Jake Donaldson, fraternal twins. Defensive linemen on their college football team. 6'2" 230 pounds.
STORY CODES: ped Mb mb inc nc rape coer oral anal viol drugs ws
CONTACT:
SUMMARY: Michael's dad has an opportunity to work the double evening and night shifts all
summer long, which leaves 18 year old Kyle totally in charge of his 10 year old
brother. All night. Every night. All summer long. But Kyle has needs... and so
does his friends. Welcome to 'Mikey's Summer of Discontent'
CHARACTERS: Michael 10, blonde, blue
Kyle 18, Michaels older brother. Home from college for the summer.
Gunnar 18, friend of Kyles
Joe and Jake Donaldson, fraternal twins. Defensive linemen on their college football team. 6'2" 230 pounds.
STORY CODES: pedo, rape, inc, oral, coer, oral, anal
CONTACT: < [email protected] >
© 6.6.2014 by Tony J.
chapter 1
Michael, like most 9 year old boys, idolized his 17 year old big brother. And why not?..Kyle was good looking, popular and athletic. He had been Homecoming King, QB in the fall and pitcher in the spring. Last summer, when Michael had worried that he'd always be a skinny third grader, Kyle, a three year letter man in both football and baseball taught Mike some of his training tips and showed him how to use his weights in the garage. Mike would look at his 17 year old brother's body in amazement. Kyle was all lean muscle, the perfect quarterback build, 6'1" 190, strong but agile. Mike wondered, if he'd ever get as broad-shouldered, hairy and masculine as his big bro. Kyle promised him that once puberty hit young Mikey, everything would be fine.
But all that was last year, when Kyle was in high school. Now Kyle was 18 and had been away at college for a year. Mike was 10 and would finish fourth grade in a month. Michael hoped Kyle would still find time for him, now that his big brother was practically a grown-up.
When Kyle came home from college in early May, the boys' dad, a widower, offered Kyle an opportunity that he said would help all three of them out.
" We have a special order project starting up at the plant," Dad explained, "So I was thinking, Kyle, instead of you getting a summer job, If you'll babysit your little brother every night? That way I can work a double at the plant Monday through Friday. Fucking money will be excellent, boys, but my hours? Instead of 3:30-11:00, I'll go from 3:30 p.m. til 7:00 a.m. But the project should only last about as long as you're home, Kyle."
When dad promised to match the hourly wage at any job Kyle could have gotten as part time summer help, Kyle was all for it. Mike realized that it was a great opportunity for his dad, and he and Kyle had always gotten along, so he was in, too.
Having Kyle babysit was way better than having grandma there every night. Kyle had always been nice to Mike, and Mike knew how to be cool with Kyle, thanks to what Kyle called The Bro Code.
There really wasn't much to Kyle's version of the Bro Code, which had been effect as long as Michael could remember. Basically all it required was that the fourth grader keep quiet if his older brother broke any of dad's rules. So Michael had spent most of his elementary school years ignoring when Kyle drank beer, swore and smoked. Mike didn't mind, because his brother let him break rules, too, like bedtime at 9:00 and no R rated movies.
But this summer, the summer Kyle came home from college, things got weird. With dad gone all night, Kyle was smoking pot all the time and having his friends over to party more nights than not.
"Mikey, man, everyone else's parents are home, little dude. They just need a place to hang," Kyle had said when Michael mentioned that it was the third time that week that his buddies were there. "Bro Code, man? Come on, be cool."
And since all they did was sit around texting girls, guzzling beer and smoking, Michael figured he'd man-up and 'be cool'.
Sometimes Mike would sit in the living room while they were there, trying to make himself invisible, and it usually worked. Before any of the big guys realized it, they were talking like Mike wasn't in the room.
"Sure as hell I fucked Julie VanDas, that bitch say I didn't?" One guy, a big blond, said.
"Everyone knows she's a fuckin slut. I heard she took on half the basketball team." Kyle said, "You know what that means." Kyle raised his eyebrows and grabbed his crotch. "She's got that Jungle Fever"
Kyle and the other guys laughed heartily. A dark haired guy spoke up between laughs, "Shit, Claussen," he said to the blond, "She probably couldn't feel ya, her pussy is all stretched out from her homeboy gang bang."
Claussen stood up and grabbed his dick through his shorts, "She remembers THIS!"
"So you say, dude."
This was pretty typical of nights when Kyle's buddies came over. The talk was always sex. Sex they had. Sex they planned to have. Sex with bitches who now they wouldn't touch because they were hoes.
Michael actually found the big guys discussions kind of educational, and his fourth grade friends were always amazed at Mike's knowledge on the subject of sex. "Yeah, their pussies stretch out if the guy has a big dick," Mike shared with his friends on the playground.
Michael also found that when the big guys were talking about sex, he'd get excited. More than once, he hoped no one would notice that his little 4 inch cock was hard when Kyle's buddies talked about their conquests.
One afternoon in late May, when Michael came home from school, it was just Kyle and Michael, "You ain't gonna tell dad if I watch this DVD, will ya Mikey?" The way Kyle said it, it wasn't really a question, more like another Bro Code doctrine.
Kyle tossed the box to Mike as the 18 year old loaded the disc player. The picture on the front was a blond woman with too much makeup on, surrounded by naked army-looking guys.
Michael read the title, "Goode and Plenty" ?" he questioned.
"Sure, see, this bitch is gonna get fucked by all these soldier dudes," Kyle explained pointing out the subtitle, "Goode and Plenty, Plenty for Goooooode.... the bitch's name is Goode, get it?"
Michael didn't answer, his 10 year old eyes were glued to the screen. His 18 year old brother lit a cigarette and settled in next to Mike on the couch.
Michael didn't realize that he had, without thinking, reached down and played with himself through his pants. He was pinching his tiny hard on when his brother caught him. The college freshman choked on the cigarette he was smoking, "Oh FUCK, little dude...you trying to jerk that baby dick? You are some kinda fucked up, ya little perv."
Mike snatched his hand away from his little prick and tried to recover, "There's nothing wrong with a kid being sexually aware."
The handsome 18year old smirked and reached down his loose fitting jeans, "Yeah?" he grabbed his cock and lewdly thrust his denim clad crotch in the 10 year old's direction, mocking "You sexually aware of this?"
"I'm aware you got a hard on, if that's what you mean." Mike answered trying to take on a bored tone.
"Well shit, Mikey, who the fuck wouldn't? Look at that bitch's tits, yo!"
"You gonna jack off?"
"Hold the fuck up, yo! What the fuck you know about jacking off? What are you, Mikey?...9?"
"TEN, Kyle. Old enough to know it's pretty normal for a guy to touch himself"
The 18 year old put his cigarette between his lips and undid his belt,"Well, then, you won't mind if I 'touch myself' right now, right?"
"It's only natural" Mike was trying to sound grown up and looked away. The 10 year old was curious about his brother, but he knew better than to let on, so he tried to 'look without looking' at his well developed, athletic big brother.
Kyle shoved his baggy jeans and boxers to his ankles and sat down next to the young boy, snatching the remote off the table. He was so involved in the movie that Michael chanced a longer look. Kyle's muscled thighs were covered with a dusting of blond hair, his cock was very stiff. Not only were Kyle's legs hairy, the buff blond teenager had as much crotch hair as the adults in the movie and his nut sack hung down to his butthole. Mike watched as the 18 year old pulled his foreskin back and forth over the shiny head of his 8" dick.
When Kyle touched his finger to his piss hole and absently brought a clear thread of precum to his lips, 10 year old Michael forgot himself and licked his own lips.
Suckin the prefuck off his finger, the former high school quarterback turned to his little brother, "Tastes good, yo. Want some?"
Michael, worried about what to say, just stared.
Kyle brought a string of his teen precum up and wiped it on Michael's lips. "See? Dat shit is tasty, huh?"
The fourth grader licked his lips but still said nothing.
Kyle's 18 year old mind, laced with pot and hormones dumped any judgement, and Kyle said slyly,"Hey, little bro, here I am my junk all hanging out and dripping, and you're still in your school clothes. Come on, little man, get comfortable!" With that, Kyle cupped Mike's baby hard on, "We're both...what did you call it?...sexually aware dudes."
The teenager, finding no resistance, unbuttoned and unzipped the fourth grader's shorts. "Come on, Mikey...I'm embarrassed to be half naked all by myself."
Michael pushed his pants down to his little Nikes, and his miniature penis--red and painfully stiff--poked straight out like a bullet.
"Damn, Mikey, I think your cock is harder than mine!" Kyle reached over, making a show of touching both his own and his baby brother's dick, weighing the results carefully and dramatically. The teenager squeezed his own cock, then Mike's. Then he pulled his 8 inches down and watched it spring back up, then did the same with Mike's 4 inches. "I dunno, M. Can't tell for sure," Kyle took the little boy's hand and placed it on his teenage, dripping cock, "Whatcha think, Mikey? Is mine as hard as yours is?"
Mike squeezed Kyle's dick and more precum oozed out.
Kyle put his hand behind Michael's head and pushed gently toward the glistening, juicy head. "Taste it, Michael. I seen you licking your lips, taste my precum little dude."
Mike resisted only a little, then allowed his brother to push his face toward the hard 18 year old prick. He surprised his older brother by not tentatively licking at the cock head, but instead wrapping his little lips around Kyle's dick and sliding his face down almost to the teenager's hairy sandy blond bush.
Kyle gasped a nearly silent "damn" as he took the little boy's head in both hands, and began to move in and out of the small mouth. "Awwww, fuckin SHIT, kid!" Kyle took command and was forceful. He held Mike by the hair and began to facefuck his fourth grade cousin. "FUUUUCK, Mikey.. that's it...suck my cock."
Kyle was shoving his teen dick in and out of his baby brother's mouth so rapidly that Mike didn't have a chance to protest the rough treatment.
"Oh HELL yeah, Mikey, suck my fuckin big dick," the 18 year old shouted between thrusts. "In a minute, Mikey, stuff is gonna shoot outta me and into your mouth. When it does, don't swallow it, I wanna see my load on your tongue, dude."
The little fourth grader's head fit into Kyle's big hands nicely and Kyle was picking up speed and depth and power, fucking the 10 year old's mouth like he was fuckin' that blond lady's pussy. "Take it, ya little cocksucker," Kyle panted between thrusts, "Mother FUCKER! Shit, Mikey, I'm gonna cum. Take my baby gravy, you little faggot. Get it in your mou..."
Kyle began to shoot ropes and ropes of thick, almost lumpy teen cum into the little boy's mouth. Michael was doing his best, but his 10 year old mouth could only hold so much, and he choked, sending his brother's semen back in his throat and out his nose.
When he finished cumming, the teenager looked down at his 10 year old brother, "Damn, Mikey...you got my jizz all over your face. You look like that ho," he said motioning to the tv where the blond was currently the recipient of a Marine bukkake. "Here, lemme help you clean up."
Kyle scooped up cum from Mike's nose and face with his fingers, and fed his 10 year old brother the remainder of his thick teen nut. "Open up, Mikey...lemme see my load in your mouth." When Michael complied the teenager whistled, "Damn, hoe...damn. Swallow that mess, faggot, then clean my dick."
When Michael was finished licking the cum from his brother's hairy groin, Kyle pulled up his pants and got a beer without saying a word.
After that, the 18 year old managed to get his cock into the 10 year old's mouth almost every day. Eventually, Kyle dropped the ruses altogether and just ordered the fourth grader to his knees when the teen felt like it. There was no discussion, not after Kyle threatened to tell dad that his little boy had become a stone cold faggot cocksucker.
Michael knew he wasn't a fag, but Kyle pointed out that he was a natural cocksucker and told him only a gay boy could suck dick as good as the 10 year old did. The Bro Code didn't matter anymore, now it was Kyle explaining that Mikey better do whatever Kyle told him or dad would find out what a homo Mike had turned into.
"But you made me, Kyle!" Michael protested.
"Nobody can make you suck dick like you do, Mikey. Give it up, you're just a faggot." Kyle paused and lit a joint, "Good thing I was here, tho, Mikey...at least you're my little fag, huh?"
"But.."
"And your big bro can throw you a bone like no one else, huh, cocksucker?"
It was the natural progression of things for Kyle to go from coercing blow jobs from his 10 year old brother, to forcing blow jobs, to demanding anal sex.
"Get it good and wet, faggot, I wanna try something new," Kyle demanded of the little boy gagging on his cock,"Okay, cocksucker, I wanna fuck your little ass."
Kyle made Michael lie on his bed, with his ass sticking up. With a cigarette between his lips, Kyle greased his cock with some hand lotion and unceremoniously shoved his 8 inches into his little brother. The tight, hot asshole was better than any pussy he had fucked, and Kyle came quickly, filling Michael's tight, virgin boy hole with his incestuous child molesting load. "Damn, ya little faggot, that shit is like pussy wrapped in velvet. I'm thinkin that hole is too good not to share, yo."
Once Michael's idol, Kyle had turned cruel and cold to the fourth grader he was forcing sex upon. Kyle never called Mike bu his name...unless the dad was around. Now it was, "fag, cocksucker, slut" and anything else sexual and demeaning Kyle could think of.
And now, Kyle's sexual demands were more and more twisted.
The little boy had already been forced eat out Kyle's dark, dirty hairy asshole. "Might be a little nasty up there, haven't showered in a couple of days," Kyle laughed as he rubbed his rank asshole on Michael's face, "Come on, butt munch, get your tongue up in my shit hole." Then Kyle grabbed hold of his ass cheeks, spread them and let loose with the foulest smelling fart Mike had ever smelled. "Damn, that was a good one, huh?"
When Kyle finally let his 10 year old brother up, Michael was near tears. "Kyle," Mike implored, "Why are you doin all this to me?"
Kyle grabbed Mike in a headlock and brought his little brother's face to his damp, overripe armpit and held him there, "Because I can, little brother. Besides, it's fun! Don't you think it's fun?"
"No, Kyle, it's not fun. It's gross and it hurts."
"What are ya saying, Mikey? You don't want to suck my cock anymore? Don't want me to fuck your sweet little ass?"
"No, Kyle, I don't. I'm NOT a fag, and your dick hurts me when you shove it in my asshole."
Kyle pretended to ponder Mike's answer and after a few minutes, "Ya know, Mikey, maybe you're right. I shouldn't do all those nasty things to you."
"You really shouldn't, Kyle, we're brothers."
"Yeah, I understand, Mikey. Maybe you shouldn't be having fag sex with your big brother, huh?"
"We really shouldn't" Michael said.
The 18 year old smiled at his little brother, but Mike didn't like that smile...it was cold, and calculating...something almost evil. "Okay, Mikey, I won't fuck you anymore. But just remember, you wanted it this way."
That was the night things went from bad to' worse for little Mikey.
chapter 2 " Mikey meets gunnar "
"Mikey, since you don't want me raping your fag ass, I've come up with something better" Kyle said to his little brother the next night.
"Thanks, Kyle," Mike said with relief, "There's other stuff, normal stuff we could do. We used to have fun together."
Kyle ignored Michael's statement. Instead he asked,"Mikey, would you do one last thing for your big brother?" Without waiting for an answer, Kyle lifted Michael's small body, put him on the bed and pulled down the fourth grader's pants. "Here, now turn around and face away from me." Mike did as he was told, he was just anxious to get this 'one last thing' out of the way.
Kyle continued, "Okay, Mike. Get on your hands and knees...now put your chest down on the bed but leave your ass sticking up....there ya go, good job."
Kyle took out his phone and began snapping pictures of his little brother. "Something to remember the fun we had together," he told Michael. Kyle moved around the bed, getting shots from all angles, finally ending up at Mike's ass again. "Spread your legs, Mikey, so I can see your pussy."
"I don't have a pussy, Kyle. That's my butt. My asshole."
Kyle snatched off his belt and whipped Michael across his ass, leaving a bright red welt, "You've got a fuckin PUSSY if I SAY you got a fuckin pussy!" And the 18 year old snapped a few more pictures.
Suddenly Kyle's phone rang, "Yo, Gunnar! You get those pics I just sent?" there was a pause, and Kyle answered "Nope, not a hair on him." Another pause, while Gunnar spoke. "For real, man..the kid is like a little Hoover, sucks like a mother fucker!" Gunnar spoke as Kyle lit a joint, "Nah, he's 10, but looks more like 7 or 8. You know how faggots are, all skinny and girly." Another short pause, "Hell yeah, you can have his ass, dude. Tell ya what, because I wanna see that monster of yours in action, no extra charge for the cunt. And, Gunnar, except for me, you'll be his first." Mike could hear Gunnar laughing over the cell phone. Kyle grabbed his crotch, "Hell, I don't care, just nothing that sends the homo to the hospital. ...Cool, see ya in a few."
Kyle closed his phone and hit the joint hard, inhaling deeply. On the exhale, he slapped his brother on his small pale ass "Good news, cumbucket, we're gonna have company!"
"But, Kyle," Michael said with tearing welling up in his blue eyes, "You said..."
"I SAID, you little cocksucker, that I wouldn't fuck you anymore. But I DIDN'T say I wouldn't let some other mother fucker use you, did I?"
Eddie burst into tears. He already felt guilty and ashamed and now ..who?.....Gunnar, knew, too? "Kyle, please, can't it just be you and me, please?"
"Fuck no, cunthole. This'll be fun. Gunnar is the perfect 'first stranger fuck' for ya, Mikey." Kyle raised his eyebrows and winked knowingly "Besides, he ain't getting your ass for free, bitch!! Ole' Kyle's gonna use you to make enough cash to keep me high all fuckin summer! Now, stay in that position, don't fuckin' move. I want my man Gunnar to get the best view of the merchandise"
When the doorbell rang a few minutes later, Michael looked at the clock. How could it only be 7:00? Kyle and his buddy had nearly all night before Daddy got home.
A loud, deep voice boomed through the house, "So where is this sweet baby faggot you're pimping, Kyle? Lemme at the little cunt!"
Michael couldn't believe it, Gunnar's body nearly filled the doorway. Mike watched as the hulking form entered the room. Gunnar was obviously about Kyle's age, but was easily 6'4" and had to weigh in at about 230 pounds. He had bright copper red hair, long and curly, and a few days growth of auburn whiskers.
Gunnar moved to the bed and towered over the little boy lying there with his ass in the air. "Aw...why you crying, cuntboy? We ain't even started on you yet! Don't worry, slut, your first piece of trade is always the hardest. Here, have some beer," the hugely muscled 21 year old college dropout laughed as he poured beer in Michael's upturned face. Mike watched as Gunnar took a cigar out of his pocket, bit the end, spit it in Michael's face and lit it. He puffed deeply, leering at the 10 year old he had just rented for the evening.
Gunnar loved watching little boys and girls faces as he undressed. Their reactions ranged from awe to horror and never failed to turn him on. Now as Gunnar unbuttoned his shirt, he stared at Michael.
Michael's eyes widened. Gunnar's broad, muscled chest was covered in the same wiry red hair that covered his arms,legs and head. He had a little beer belly, like football players have, covered in red hair, but even that looked solid. Gunnar clenched the cigar between his teeth as he unzipped and pushed down his cargo shorts, revealing a mass of thick curly red pubic hair.
"Wanna see it, little boy?" Gunnar asked, not really expecting an answer. Dropping his shorts, Gunnar was delighted to hear the 10 year old gasp. Mike couldn't look away, Gunnar's thick, uncut cock was huge!
"Ah...the little faggot sees something he likes, huh?" Gunnar said as he pulled on his already leaking cock. "This is my cunt wrecker," the giant of a thug said proudly while stroking his angry looking dick to its full length. He leered at the fourth grader, "This will fuckin turn you all the way out, baby slut. Shit, might turn you inside out." Gunnar took Michael's small hand and told him to wrap his fingers around the heavily veined cock. When Mike's fingers wouldn't reach around the huge throbbing dick, Gunnar erupted in a belly laugh. "Big, huh? Biggest fuckin cock you'll ever see. And that includes the niggers, trust me, little boy! I brought my trusty tape measure to show ya....here hold that end here at the base, and we'll go here to the piss slit. What's it say, Mikey the Fag?"
Michael was terrified, but knew he had to answer, "uh..12 and a quarter?"
"Give the little faggot a prize, folks!" Gunnar said loudly and repeated, "12 and one quarter inches of fat, thick pure Irish and German cock." Gunnar stroked his dick and watched the wide piss slit open to ooze a sticky spider web of precum on Michael's nose and lips. "And you, Mikey the Faggot are today's lucky fuckee." Gunnar laughed at his unintentional rhyme.
Gunnar's jolly facade disappeared, the 6'4" red haired giant's mood turned dark and he began sucking on his long middle finger. "Lift your butt up higher, slut. Now, spread your legs further...FURTHER!" with a lewd, menacing smile the muscular 21 year old began sucking more loudly on his long middle finger. "There ya go, hoe! I can see your little starfish. Did you know you had a starfish, cunt boy? Well you do!" Gunnar was tracing Michael's tiny brown pucker. "Yep. Looks like a teeny little pink and brown starfish, and it's right..." Gunnar jabbed his fuck finger into Mike's tight anus without warning, "HERE!"
Michael yelped in pain, which just aroused Gunnar, who then twisted and turned his long calloused finger around inside the 10 year old's rectum. Michael screamed out loud when Gunnar then pushed three spit covered fingers into the tiny hairless hole.
Kyle appeared and offered Gunnar some lotion. Gunnar refused. Instead he spit on his palm and rubbed his saliva coated hand on his cock, mixing the spit and the sticky wet pre-fuck juice together. "Ya gotta train your whores to take a dry cock, Kyle. You might be out at a college practice field, or maybe some construction site, renting this little bitch out. Ya think a buncha wetback day laborers gonna have lotion on em? Nah..them spics gonna ram this kid one after another, and he's gotta be ready for it. Spit and pre-fuck slime is gonna have to be enough."
"Speaking of which...Fuck this, I'm goin IN!!" Gunnar declared, and spitting once more on his incredibly large dick, grabbed Michael by the waist and began working the enormous head into one of the tightest, smallest holes he had ever come across.
"STOOOOOOOOOPPPPPP!! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE, NO!!" Michael's ass ring gave way, providing entrance to the huge thick cock. Gunnar wasted no time or concern on the child, he just began fucking the small, hairless boy cunt.
Screaming and clawing at the sheets were of little help to Mike as Gunnar drove his freakishly huge monster cock into the impossibly tight boy pussy without mercy. Kyle, his hard on drooling streams of fuck slop, stepped closer to get a better view (and better pictures) of the fourth grader thrashing under the gigantic red haired child molester.
"Fuck that little fag ass, Gunnar, rip that shit UP!" Kyle acted as cheerleader during his 10 year old brother's rape.
From Michael, there was an endless stream of cries for help, pleas to stop and screams of pain.
"Mother FUCKER this little bastard has a tight fuckin hole! Open wide, bitch. Open your boyslutpussy for Gunnar, eh?"
Mike managed a "fuck you!" between cries of pain.
"Fuck ME?" Gunnar was outraged, "Fuck ME?? I don't think I'm the one hanging on the end of a foot long cock, am I, you little whore? I ain't the one been begging to suck Kyle's cock for months, eh?"
Gunnar flipped Mike over on his back and raised the little boy's legs further off the ground, so that all he had to do was squat down a little and spread Michael's legs like a wishbone to drive his 12+ inches into the tiny hairless hole.
This meant Mike was nearly hanging upside down, his calves being held by his attacker. He felt like a rag doll--a sex doll-- his shoulders barely touching the floor, his ass completely stuffed.
In his rage, Gunnar's strong arms now actually DID lift the 10 year old completely off the rug. The hard bodied 21year old was pulling the child to his cock, in effect making Mikey fuck himself on the enormous dick. Almost like doing curls, Gunnar lifted the boy nearly a foot off the carpet so that Mike's small ass came toward the invading member. With each lift, Gunnar thrust into the hairless hole and spat out a word: NO!...FUCK .. YOU!! FUCK YOU YOU FUCKIN FAGGOT! Suddenly...
It all got quiet in Gunnar's world. It always did when he was about to share his nutt with someone.
Gunnar felt the hot Irish/German cum building up, ready to shoot from his amazing cock. Gunnar loved his cock. It brought him so much pleasure to cause others pain with his magnificent tool.
This was his favorite part. No, not the cumming, though that was always great... there was something better.
Then the pictures flashed through his mind. An encyclopedia of victims of Gunnar's Mighty Meat.
He had named his penis that in 5th grade when it choked a baby in the church nursery. The infant nearly turned blue before Gunnar came in her tiny mouth. The first picture in his encyclopedia.
He saw the picture of his classmate who he had ass-raped in the boys bathroom while several other 6th graders watched. He could see that kid, Jonah Menzees, his face in a dirty toilet, his asshole spotting blood on the tile floor. He could hear the gurgling of Jonah's face in the rank water while the onlooking boy's cheered Gunnar's Mighty Meat .
The old lady he helped from the grocery store, her picture was next. The cumming in her wrinkled twat was good. The tears in her eyes, the fear in her voice and the blood between her legs...those were better. He warned her, if she told, he'd come back. She had seen his Meat. She never doubted him.
The 12 year old boy in the wheel chair that Gunnar offered to help in the bathroom at the mall. How could that fucking mom be SO fucking stupid? Don't let a high school kid wheel your crippled child into a mall bathroom! It was weird with that kid. The cripple couldn't feel his asshole being ripped wide open by Gunnar's MightyMeat, but it somehow felt extra good to Gunnar. Gunnar had fucked that kid's paralyzed ass harder than he ever though he could. He could feel something tear in the gimp's guts, and the blood covered his Mighty Meat. When Gunnar pulled his shit and blood covered cock out of the 12 year old's destroyed hole, he just stood there watching while the fuckin cripple bled out. He could hear the kid's mother banging frantically on the locked bathroom door.
It was the only time he had actually killed someone, that he knew of. It was his favorite picture in the encyclopedia. That geeky kid with the piss bag, blood from his ruined rectum pooling around his useless legs. The kid had felt nothing during the rape, so there was nothing to stop Gunnar's Meat from doing the ultimate damage. Then the look on the mother's face when she saw what his Meat had done. The horror. The deep complete sadness. Power times 100! He only regretted that he didn't have time to share Gunnar's Mighty Meat with the ignorant cunt.
That girl at summer camp. His first encounter with what he called the 'Tease Tease Please Please' sluts. She followed him, begged for his attention. She let him feel her tits. Let him finger her cunt, for God's sake! TEASE TEASE! And when he showed her his Mighty Meat? Bitch thought begging 'Please Please' would save her. Hell fuckin no! Not from his Mighty Meat. The blood from her pussy was way more than busted hymen. The nutt was great. The power? Way better. She never told, either.
The encyclopedia had four more pictures of girls his own age, who had 'teased teased" him. Bitches! Silly, selfish bitches. Don't start something you can't finish! He wrecked their pussies, they deserved it.
And last year, his sister's little girl. On the filthy floor of the mens' crapper in the park. The one when Gunnar sobbed and said was his fault He hadn't watched her close enough, and she had been raped by 3 niggers. Everyone bought it, and why not, she confirmed his story! His Mighty Meat had done the damage of three niggers.
Gunnar had made them all bleed. They never told, not any of them. They knew it was their fault.
His cock was bigger. Better. More powerful. A weapon. A fuckin deadly weapon. Gunnar loved his fuckin Mighty Meat........
He heard voices...invading his thoughts...the encyclopedia disappeared...
The little boy was impaled on his cock, hanging upside down.
Kyle was there, naked with a hard on, cheering Gunnar on..
"FUCK HIM, GUNNAR!"
Looking at the little kid, crying, his face red and covered with snot and tears...
the pain on the faggot's face did it for Gunnar..
Gunnar's Meat began to erupt. He pulled the boy up so that the kid was actually in his arms, facing him. As he pumped his thick load of baby jam into the --DAMN, this kid looked YOUNG--into the little 10 year old kidcunt, Gunnar studied the kid's face.
"You like that giant cock in you, cuntboy?" Gunnar asked.
Michael possessed an amazingly adult perception and sense of danger. He could read people, and had great instincts. From the moment Gunnar walked through the door, Mike knew: This huge man was dangerous.
Mike trusted his instincts, and through his fear and pain the little boy managed to lie, "Damn! You filled my little boy cunt UP You are da'MAN!" Gunnar was clearly disappointed and lowered the kid to the floor.
"Yo, Gunnar, put that cum monkey down, I want his fag mouth before I shoot all over the carpet."
Mike was almost relieved to kneel before his big brother and wait to be savagely throat fucked.
A dejected Gunnar left as soon as he got dressed, not even waiting to watch Kyle nutt in the kid cunt's mouth. Why did the fuckin brat spoil it? Mother fucker LIKED getting raped? Where was the fun in that? If Gunnar had been alone with the boy, he woulda' made sure the kid didn't like it. Bet Mikey wouldn't like finding his guts pulled out through his asshole. THEN he wouldn't like it, would he?
"I'll fuckin get ya next time you fuckin faggot bitch!" Gunnar shouted as he slammed the door.
Kyle came in his baby brother's eyes this time,"I hope my skeet blinds ya, faggot!" A few minutes later, lighting a cigarette, Kyle surveyed the damage. Michael had child molester cum dripping out his boy hole and all over his face. "Go take a fuckin bath you sick fuck. There's cum and blood and shit all over your ass!"
While Michael washed away the filthy deposits, Kyle collected beer cans, and generally tried to erase any evidence of .... misbehavior.
"Change your fuckin' sheets, bitch," Kyle ordered, "And rest up. We have more company coming tomorrow night."
chapter 3 " mikey meets the donaldson twins "
The next morning, Kyle sat on his bed, smoking cigarettes and drinking his dad's beer. The 18 year old counted his stash again. Shit, he was gonna need more before the weekend. Zed had called, he was getting a full script of 120, and would sell the lot at $10 per, which was way fuckin' cheap. Kyle had only the $900 his father had paid him for the month so far. And Mikey.
*
Kyle ripped the covers off his little brother's bed,"Dad will be gettin up soon, Mikey, I expect you to avoid him, understand?"
"Kyle, I can hardly walk..." the 10 year old moaned.
"...and THAT, ya little whore, is why I don't want dad seeing you." Kyle answered, "The bleeding stop?"
Kyle reached down and gingerly touched his anus, "Yeah, I guess so."
"Then you're fine, fag, your cunt is just sore. Now get the fuck up!"
The naked ten year old crawled out of bed like a 70 year old man. Every part of him ached, his muscles were sore and he had several dark purple bruises from his encounter with Gunnar. There were streaks of dried blood on the back of his legs and his throat throbbed with his pulse from his brother's most recent oral assault.
Michael reached for the clothes he usually left on the chair beside his bed, to find only a pair of his size 8 jockey briefs. "That's all you'll need for a while, now hurry the fuck UP!" Kyle scolded.
Mike was so desperate he risked his brother's anger by defying him, "No! Fuck this, Kyle. Fuck you, too. I'm telling dad!" He made a break for the door, but was tackled by his 18 year old brother, who brought him down almost instantly, Kyle's hand covering the fourth grader's mouth.
Kyle laid on top of his little brother, his face only inches from Mike's. The 18 year old hissed, "Listen you little fuckin faggot. You ain't doin SHIT, you fuckin understand?" With each sentence, Kyle applied more of his weight to the child, his strong muscled arm pressuring Michael's throat. "Why ya gotta fuck everything up? Gunnar called this morning, he's really pissed. Said you turned out to be a lousy fuck, ya little cunt! Now he wants his $100 bucks back. You got $100?" Michael struggled beneath his brother's grasp, Kyle continued, "Nah, I didn't think so. He wants another shot at ya, little baby fag pussy. Alone. You want that?"
Michael's eyes widened, he stopped struggling and shook his head desperately. He knew Gunnar wouldn't be satisfied until he really hurt him. Mike's blue eyes filled with tears, his body went limp as the fight went out of the 10 year old.
If Kyle hadn't been so high, he might have had more sympathy for his little brother. But Kyle had just snorted his 4th Oxycontin of the morning, and his emotions were running rampant: Desperate anger weaving its way through a numbing euphoria. Magnified emotional highs giving in to irrational irritability leading to bouts of physical violence. Buoyant friendliness switching to paranoia without warning. Dark, wicked fantasies that last year would have been unthinkable, now seemed almost normal to Kyle, whose mind, when he was high like this, saw reality in a fun house mirror. Kyle knew just one thing, raw exaggerated emotions begging for immediate action. Then a more practical thought: he needed cash, some serious money. To turn over to Zed and other drug dealers who fed his now 20 pill a day habit. 20 a day, and growing.
Kyle raised his ass off his little brother just long enough to fish his semi-hard dick out of his gym shorts. The 18 year old wiped his flaccid cock on his little brother's face and lips. "Open up, cocksucker" Kyle whispered angrily. "I saved my morning piss for my favorite urinal." When Mike didn't open his mouth quickly enough, Kyle pinched his little brother's nose shut. "Open or suffocate, Mikey." Michael was forced to open his mouth, and Kyle hooked his fingers in the little boy's jaw, yanking it down. "All you're doing is wasting time," Kyle sneered that evil grin that Mike had come to know this summer. Michael accepted his big brother's cock into his mouth.
"Keep up, Mikey, I don't want piss on the floor." And the flow started. Warm, dark morning piss streamed from Kyle's prick. Kyle watched it bubble and fill his brother's mouth even as Mike tried to swallow the acrid urine. "Look out Mikey, better go faster than that." Michael swallowed faster as the 18 year old continued to flood the kid's gullet.
"Drink up, urinal cake. Drink your big bro's tasty whiz," Kyle continued to coach his 10 year old sibling, "Swallow...swallow..doin good, piss breath, I'm almost done."
Mike wanted to spit the nasty smelling, horrible tasting urine out, but he knew better. And so the little boy gulped and guzzled until his brother's piss flow finally eased up and stopped. "Good job,cuntboy. No time to fuck your throat, I know you're disappointed" Kyle tucked his dick back in his shorts.
Kyle shook his head in disgust to make his point,"Quite the list, huh Mikey? You're a cocksucker, ya take it up the ass, you lick my dirty butthole, ya get fucked by total strangers, and you gulp down piss...how fuckin proud Dad would be, huh?" Kyle emphasized his disgust by spitting a huge loogie into the fourth grader's face.
When he finally let Michael up, Kyle took him by the arms, his strong fingers digging into Mike's tiny biceps, and spoke to him with what Mike knew was an earnest threat. "Stay in your room, fagboy. Avoid the old man. Fuck this up and I swear, I'll have dad convinced that you are the biggest, nastiest fuckin faggot in the state. Got it?"
"I will, Kyle, I just wanna rest. Gunnar really roughed me up, I hurt everywhere."
Kyle smiled wickedly to himself, the perfect chance.... "Sore, Mikey?" Kyle said with false concern dripping from every word, "Here, take a couple of these." Kyle reached into his pocket and produced two Oxycontin. When Kyle read the mistrust on Mike's face, the teenager lied, "Nah, they're nothing major. Just some kinda aspirin-shit and muscle ache combo, coach used to give em to me during games. No big deal."
Mike took the pills, and Kyle returned a call to his friends Joe and Jake, twin brothers Kyle had reunited with in college. They were from Kyle's high school, but were two years ahead of him. Now, Joe and Jake Donaldson were juniors and linemen on their college football team. They were home from school for the summer, and like all college students forced to live with their parents from May to September, they were going stir crazy.
After his dad left, Mike had taken a shower and was feeling great. His body didn't hurt, and he was in a better frame of mind than he had been in weeks. "Wow, two of coach's aspirin and a shower was all I needed!" He said to his reflection in the bathroom mirror, and sang a chorus of James Brown's 'I Feel Good.'
Kyle was on his cell when Michael appeared in the kitchen, dressed only in the small Jockey briefs Kyle had given him. Still, Mike was singing, "I feel good..So good, so good..." He poured himself some cereal and listened to Kyle's end of his phone conversation.
"Well, hell, Joe, then this is just what you two need, man!"..."You talked to him? Well, you know Gunnar, he's never fuckin satisfied."...."For real! Nothing is as bad is being home for the summer, huh? No freedom, no drugs, no sex?!!"..."Nah, I'm tellin ya, ain't nothing gay about it!"..."Yeah, just a diversion, something fun to do!" "Yeah, that's it, take out your aggression!" Kyle laughed, "The kid has made my summer!"..."Nope, no limits." "Whatiya say $150 for the both of ya?" Kyle laughed again at whatever Joe had said, "Zactly, man...two holes no waiting!" ..."Excellent, man. See you in half an hour."..."Nah, its cool, I got pot, we'll get buzzed. Later, man."
Mike inferred from the conversation that Kyle was having friends over, and being in such a good mood, struck up a conversation with his big brother. "Who's coming over, Kyle?"
Kyle realized that Mike was in a..relaxed... state, and decided to play nice with the 10 year old, "The Donaldson twins, remember them?"
"The two big guys, linemen the year before you got on the team? They were great, man!"
"Still are. Playing college ball now. ESPN even did a three minute profile on em, called them the Twin Terror, cuz they kill on the line.
"Cool! They're coming here? Maybe I should put some clothes on, huh? You guys gonna hang?"
"No need, Mikey, your briefs will be more than enough." After that, Kyle changed the subject, "Mikey, how you feeling? Body less achy?"
"Yeah, for real, Kyle, I feel great!. And, Kyle, thanks for..I dunno..being nice to me again."
Kyle was pleased, the fag was buying the whole 'nice bro' routine, "Yeah, man, sorry. I haven't been myself. Hey, take a couple more of these, you know the old saying, 'stay ahead of the pain.'"
Michael had never heard the old saying, but he accepted and swallowed two more pills eagerly, "Yeah, I don't want the pain to come back."
"Oh, trust me, little bro, with four of those in ya, you'll be feeling NO pain."
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By the time the twins' vintage'73 Dodge Charger pulled into the driveway, Michael was flying high on an painkiller cloud, lying on the couch watching tv, the powerful opiates doing their job on the 10 year old's small body. Yet when Kyle dropped 2 more Oxy tabs in Mike's mouth, he gladly swallowed.
The twins appeared, 12 packs in hand, cigars chomped between their teeth. The big, handsome twins, with their 'good ole boys' attitude were instantly likable. They wore long cargo shorts, sagging enough to see the top quarter of their boxers, and large Hawaiian print shirts open to expose their powerful chests and ample linebacker stomachs. Joe was sporting a goatee and a new tat, it was a verse or something, Mike could see the cursive script. It was several lines long, starting just below his shoulder and stopping at his left pec. Jake had a large '56' in red ink outlined with blue above his left pec.
"My number," Jake said when he noticed Michael looking at the tat, "In Eastern's school colors. Like it?"
"Yeah, it's cool...are you Joe or Jake?" Mike inquired
"Aw, come on, we're fraternal twins, we don't look anything alike, do we?" Jake asked, walking to the fourth grader.
"Not really, I guess I never knew which was which to begin with." Mike sat up on the couch.
"I'm Jake. In case you forget," The 6'2" 230 pound lineman pulled off his shirt to show another tat above his right 50 cent piece sized nipple, "See? JAKE."
Mike laughed and looked at Joe, "Lemme guess, your tit has 'Joe'?"
"True dat," Joe said in a rich baritone, taking off his shirt and pointing. "Besides, I'm the better lookin one." He laughed and added, "And I'm bigger."
Michael looked at both twins, "You guys look about the same size to me"
Joe winked and sat down next to Michael, "I ain't talking height or weight, little man."
All three college boys, now clad only in cargoes, burst into a wicked kind of laughter. Joe put his large hairy arm around the practically naked little 4th grader, pulling Mike closer to him, "Know what I'm sayin?" Joe said as he tousled Michael's blond hair.
Michael could smell the ripe aroma of Joe's unwashed armpit, the pelt of dark pit hair practically in the 10 year old's face. When Mike attempted to move away, Joe's strong arm encircled the little boy's neck and held him in place.
"Wanna beer, little man?" Joe asked Mike even as he was twisting the cap off the bottle. "My little bud can have a beer, can't he Kyle?"
"Hell, yeah, Joe. He's being one of the big guys today. Right, Mikey?" Kyle said, winking at Joe and nodding.
Mike, drugged and feeling more comfortable with the three college men, responded, "Hell fuckin yeah!" and chugged half the Budweiser.
The three adults chanted "DRINK, DRINK DRINK" as Michael guzzled the rest of the beer and held up the bottle to the cheering threesome.
While Kyle rolled a joint, the twins continued their moves on the fourth grader. Joe still had his arm around Michael, the college linebacker casually swinging his hand back and forth over Mike's small skinny chest while talking to Kyle and Jake. "Jake, why don't you show the rest of your ink to our new little friend here?" Joe suggested.
Jake took off his shirt and stood in front of Michael. Jake found himself kind of turned on by the way the 10 year old scanned his body with such obvious interest and admiration. It reminded him of the way Jake himself sometimes stood in the bathroom and admired his own reflection.
Kyle lit the joint and passed it to Jake, who toked it up and gave it to Mike. Michael was about to pass it to Joe when Jake cried foul, "Yo, little man, you need to hit dat shit, yo. Don't pussy out on your new big friends!"
Mike took some tentative puffs, and Joe went about instructing the youngster the correct way to smoke pot. Finally Michael had a lungful and held it. Joe praised him while wrapping him in a bear hug, "Way to go, Mikey. You feeling good, yo?"
Mike was glassy-eyed. Between the painkillers, the beer and even just one hit of the joint, his head was swimming. He felt detached, like he was floating, but comfortable.. it occurred to him, the term was correct, and he announced, "Damn, I AM HIGH."
The three college men laughed a contagious laugh and soon all four were involved in the kind of laughter reserved for stoners. Without knowing it, Michael had signaled the beginning of his latest victimization.
Joe moved his arm, and gravity took Mike's upper body down, his head lying in the football player's lap. "Amazing, kid...because that's JUST where I wanted you!" Joe laughed, lit his cigar and dropped his arm on the boy, effectively keeping him right where he was.
Joe kept running his hand up and down Mike's thin fourth grade body. "I think our little friend is takin a nap, men" Joe announced quietly.
Kyle scoffed, "Shit, the little bastard had a beer, some pot and six fuckin Oxycontin, I ain't fuckin surprised."
Joe wanted to start in on the little boy. With cigar between his teeth, he reached down and ran his hand up and down Michael's leg, finally zeroing in on Mike's tiny dick through the underwear he was wearing. That got the boy's attention. "Ah, there you are. Catching a quick nap, buddy?"
Through bleary eyes, Michael smiled a happily drugged smile, "Oh...Hi Joe," Mike slurred drunkenly, bringing laughter from the older guys.
"Yes, I'd say you were, little man!" Now Joe was tracing Mike's facial features with his large index finger. The college jock licked his finger, and ran it across Michael's lips. "I need you to open this sweet little mouth for me, Mikey."
Michael realized his head was still in the big lineman's lap, cradled in Joe's arm, but instead of being uncomfortable, he snuggled further into the athlete. When the 10 year old felt Joe's finger on his lips, he opened his mouth, accepted the digit and began sucking . Joe moved his large finger in and out, goin a little deeper into Mike's mouth each time.
"There's my good little friend, you like sucking things, huh?" Joe said softly and continued, "Mikey, we're gonna get you naked, now, k?" Not that Mike's consent was important to the college guys in the room.
"Sure, Joe," Mike murmured, releasing Joe's finger just long enough to answer. "You gonna show me your tats later?"
"Gonna show you a lot more than that, little fagboy, a lot more." Joe lifted Mike's hips and Jake pulled Mikey's tiny briefs off in one movement.
The twins gazed at the little boy's incredibly smooth, hairless white skin. His tiny waist, the sunken areas under his little belly button, like valleys around the boy's genitals. Joe ran his finger down from the boy's navel to his small 10 year old pricklett.
"Damn," Jake exhaled, "Looks like a statue, like he's made outta marble." Jake couldn't keep his hands off the little boy. He touched Mike's small chest, stopping to tweak the tiny, tiny nipples. "Never saw a little kid naked like this. Look how..." Jake was at a loss for better words, "perfect..small!...and smooth!" To his own amazement, Jake leaned over the groggy child and licked Mikey's belly button sensually, then down to the valleys and finally to the 3 inch miniature cock. The big college ball player sucked Mike's tiny prick and cumless ball sack into his mouth, eliciting moans and a soft 'oh..oh yeah' from the drugged fourth grader.
"DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK!" Joe shouted in disgust, "You a cocksucker now?"
Jake raised his head, only half ashamed, "No, nah..but...well, it's so ... tiny and perfect. Ain't like it's a real dick or nothing."
It almost frightened Joe that he understood what his younger- by- 3- minutes brother was saying. "I'll tell ya what's perfect, man...the fact that we're gonna wreck your little 'statue'. And I got just the tool to do the job. With that, Joe transferred the little boy to the couch and stood next to Jake. Both Donaldson boys pulled their shorts and boxers off and stood staring at the naked 10 year old.
Joe and Jake had nearly identical thick, linebacker bodies. Jake's dense pubes were a little lighter, but just as bushy as his darker brother. Their large circumcised cocks both measured nearly 9 inches, and their hefty ball sacks hung loose and low. Both college jocks realized they could use a shower, but what the fuck, they thought, it's just a homo.
Mike opened his mouth to take a deeper breath, and the child's parted lips flipped the switch for Joe. He straddled the drugged but awake fourth grader's head, relishing the perverse picture of his huge, hairy cock on the boy's tiny lips. Joe rubbed his leaking cockhead over Mikey's cheeks, nose and finally back to his lips. "Suck it, ya little faggot. Suck my fuckin cock."
Mike denied Joe entrance only for a moment, then began to suckle the big, spongy almost head of Joe's 9 inch prick. "Thought you said he didn't like it," Joe said to Kyle, "Mother fucker is smiling and suckin like a pro."
Kyle laughed, "Must be learning, huh? Maybe gettin high brought out his inner fag-ness."
The three college boys chuckled. Joe pushed another couple of inches into the little boy's mouth, "Damn, this is sweet." Then to Michael, "There ya go, cocksucker, suck that big fuckin cock, ya little slut."
Mike had ingested enough drugs in the last couple of hours to medicate a full grown adult, and surprised himself by relaxing and letting Joe have his way with him. "Grab my balls, Mikey, feel my big hairy nuts." Joe ordered. Mike reached one small hand up and fondled the football player's low hanging ball sack. Joe then took Mikey's other hand and had him grasp Joe's fat cock. "Stroke it, ya little cocksucker, jack me while ya suck it!"
Mike began stroking in sync with his sucking mouth. Joe continued his physical and verbal assault on the 10 year old. "That's it, Mikey, let Big Joe use your little cocksuckin mouth! Gonna use it like Kyle does, ya little bitch"
"Oh HELL yeah!" Jake shouted, "I'm gettin me some of this little whore." Jake nodded to his twin, and pulled Mike's ass toward the edge of the couch, lifting the little boy's legs. The sight of Mikey's tiny brown bud of a boypussy made Jake start to ooze precum. He licked a finger and began exploring the boy's tiny hole.
The pain of having his ass invaded, after last night with Gunnar, caused Mike to become more alert. The small 10 year old's body tensed, and Mike tried to protest, but Joe's cock stuffed in his throat kept him from screaming.
Joe chuckled and looked at his twin, "I don't think our little slutboy wants to give up the pussy, Jake."
Jake, his 9 inch cock wet and drooling, was already pushing at the little boy's tight ass ring. "That's a fuckin shame, cuz this mother fucker has GOTTA get in this tight little cunt." With that, Jake lifted the kidslut's legs and punched the first 3 inches into Mikey.
Mikey's screams went only into Joe's thick black pubic bush. And the more the fourth grader fought against the twins invasion of his body, the deeper Joe fucked the kid's tiny throat. Not until he heard Mikey gag on the fat cock lodged in his throat, was Joe satisfied. And still, the lineman held it there, blocking the boy's airway. Joe looked at his brother, "I think I'm choking the fag, bro. But DAMN this little whore is tight."
"Joe, don't kill the little bitch, I ain't no place near done with him!" Both twins laughed, and Joe pulled his dick out of Mikey's mouth.
Mike, red faced and coughing, gulped for breaths of air. Just as his throat was getting a short respite, Mikey's small boycunt erupted in a huge flash of pain. Jake had thrust every inch of his fat jock cock deep into the 10 year old's bowels. While Jake moaned in victory over the boy's incredibly tight pussy, Michael screamed in pain.
Joe took this opportunity to relight his cigar as he watched his brother rape the 10 year old boy. Then he lit a Cuban for Jake and passed it to him. His brother's enormous cock had disappeared inside the kid, and Jake puffed on the cigar as his wiry pubes were rubbing Mikey's asshole raw. Each thrust of Jake's hard cock made Mike scream in pain. "Damn, man, you'd think the faggot would be used to that, huh?" Joe asked no one in particular.
Kyle, sitting in a chair with a hard on of his own, answered. "He's just a whiny little bitch, man. Says his hole is sore from Gunnar last night. Jake, just let loose on the babyfag, he needs to learn his place."
Joe stepped back over to the whimpering fourth grader. The college linebacker puffed on his cigar as he rubbed his long fat cock all over Mike's small, freckled face. Joe spoke to the boy loud enough for the other two to hear him, "Stop fighting us, faggot, stop or I'll have to do something to let you know what real pain is." Joe's cock was leaking silvery strings of precum, and as he continued to speak, Joe wiped sticky threads of it on Mike's eyelashes and lips, "Fact is, little boy fags like you have just one reason to live: to serve bigger boys grown up men. Jake and me, we're just teaching you some life skills, sissy boy. Open your mouth," Mike opened his mouth, and Joe flicked the ash off his cigar onto Mike's tongue.
Jake continued, pausing his fucking with his rigid cock deep inside the boy. "Sucking cock, getting fucked, or anything else a grown man or a teenage stud wants from you?..you do it, without question. Licking dirty sweaty man ass, chugging piss, suckin teen boy cock at school or the park, cleaning feet....well, you get the picture. It's what little dick whores like you were born to do." Jake resumed fucking Mike's tight boy cunt with renewed power.
The darkest, most twisted part of Kyle was loving the scene before him. Two huge college linemen had his 10 year old brother taking cocks at both ends. Joe and Jake, cigars clenched between their teeth were plowing Mikey's tiny ass and small throat long, deep and deliberately. Little Mikey looked like a pig on a spit, and Kyle was surprised the twin's cocks didn't meet each other in the boy's little body.
Mike was glad he was high, but he was still sober enough to feel every pounding inch of both huge cocks using his body mercilessly. The hulking twins picked Mikey up, their strong arms holding his tiny body between them. Joe fucking his face ruthlessly while Jake drilled his ass hard and deep.
"I'm gonna cum, Jake..gonna fill this faggot's throat! Fuck him, bro..cum with me!" Joe shouted to his twin. "Let's fill the little bitch with Donaldson seed!"
Jake picked up his pace, pounding Mike's cunt roughly and erupted first, "Aw, FUCK YEAH..Do it bro..oh fuck, I'm dumping it in his cunt. Oh SHIT yeah!" Jake began to flood Mikey's fourth grade ass with thick pools of man chowder. Mike could feel the hot ropes filling him, the overflow leaking out his stretched boyhole.
"There it is, mother fucker..DROWN IN IT, BITCH!" Joe pushed his spewing cock deep into Mike's throat. "Shootin right into his cum-hungry belly, bro. Fillin his stomach with my nasty skeet!" The next volley of Joe's cock gravy filled Mikey's mouth, choking the little boy who spilled cum back onto Joe's hard dick. "Swallow it, faggot! Eat my spooge, ya little homo!"
After the twins had filled the 10 year old fag from both ends, they looked at each other, withdrew their slimy cocks from the boy's holes and literally dropped Mikey onto the floor without warning. Michael hit the floor hard, and lay there, the football players' seed oozing out of him from both ends.
Joe and Jake collapsed on the couch, opened another beer and watched as Mikey crawled to them and began cleaning their flaccid cocks. Joe spoke in a tone Mike couldn't quite make out, but he knew wasn't kind, "So there you have it, Mikey! The beginning of your life as a twisted fuckin fag. And you'll be busy...little boy queers are always in demand by real men. A bunch of us on varsity used a kid younger than you under the bleachers at the high school every home game. And get this, his dad was the one who brought him! He made sure that little cocksucker got fed a dozen loads of teen jock-boy ball gravy every Friday!"
Jake, reaching for his boxers and cargo shorts chimed in, "Dude, I got my first blow job from a first grader at the park where the 15 and 16 year old Babe Ruth teams play, his big brother rented his mouth to us for a buck each! I'm sure your brother will find lots of good places to keep your baby fag cunt and mouth satisfied." Jake checked his watch, "Shit Joe, we gotta jet. Kyle, you got a nasty little homo on your hands, have fun with the little bitch."
As the twins zipped their shorts, Kyle told Mike to walk them to their car. Mikey was horrified, "Kyle, I'm naked! I can't go outside---" Kyle's backhand sent Mike into the wall, and within seconds, Michael was standing naked in the driveway, saying goodbye to his latest assailants.
Kyle was high as he had ever been, and any semblance of control had left him. The more he did, the more Gunnar or the twins did to Mikey, the more Kyle wanted. His unnatural lust to see his little brother used and abused was far from sated.
chapter 4 " July and August "
It was a sweet fuckin deal, and it had fallen right into Kyle's lap. His former football coach needed help during July and August drills.
"It's mostly just running one group through conditioning while I work some plays with the other, nothing you didn't do for 4 seasons," Coach Lewinski told him, "maybe keeping track of equipment, and making sure the boys stay outta trouble if I'm not watching em every fuckin second."
Coach was right, Kyle knew the job. He had done most of it for free when he was QB and Captain, but now 'Coach Lew' was offering $250 a week. Hell, this deal was so sweet it made Kyle glad he had given up drugs after that night with the Donaldson twins. Glad because the first thing coach did was add Kyle's name to the list of 'team members and staff' to be drug tested.
Convincing dad was easy, "Practice runs from 8 to 3 so I'll take Mike with me, Dad. He likes football, he'll get to know the team and, hell, if he helps me with equipment and shit, I'll pay him $25 a week. And this way you can get some rest. We'll be outta the house the whole time you're home." The boys' dad couldn't pretend he wouldn't relish coming home to a quiet, empty house after a double shift, so he was happy to agree.
***
"In case you haven't figured it out, fagboy, I'm in fuckin charge of you all day every day," Kyle reminded his little brother on the first day of practice, "So don't fuck with me, got it?"
Michael knew it was true, he was little more than Kyle's prisoner. Things had gotten a little better now that Kyle wasn't popping pills all the time, but Mike was still subject to his 19 year old brother's sexual whims.
Michael's mind drifted back to just a couple of hours ago...
"Yo, cocksucker, get your fag ass in here," Kyle called from the bathroom. When Mike went in, he found his handsome, athletic but seriously twisted brother naked and on the toilet, smoking a cigarette. "Suck my dick while I drop this deuce, bitch."
Mike sunk to his knees in front of his leering brother. The stench of the college boy's morning shit filled the room, growing stronger as Michael lowered his face into his brother's hairy crotch.
"Like that, Mikey? Like smelling my shit while you blow me, you little pervert?" Kyle laughed as he pushed the fourth grader's face into the thick carpet of sweaty blond pubes, "Oh hey...check it out, cuntboy, here comes another log, baby!" With that, Kyle lifted his ass off the stool enough to give Michael a good view of the chunky coil of shit before it splashed into the filthy toilet bowl.
The smell of his brother's dump was almost too much, and coupled with Kyle's agressive face fucking, Michael gagged to the point he thought he'd throw up.
"Get me off, ya little homo, or we're gonna be late for practice," Kyle grabbed Mikey's head and began skull fucking the 10 year old angrily and mercilessly. "Fuckin cunt mouth...fuckin take it...take it.." and Kyle filled Mikey's mouth with several bursts of thick teen jizz.
.....
Mike was just beginning to relax and enjoy football practice, thinking that at least during the day Kyle would be kept busy. Maybe there would be some respite there in the bleachers... watching the team, learning where the plays came from and how much work it all took.
Then Kyle had an idea.
The old fieldhouse bathrooms, located just off the field were used exclusively by the the varsity football team. A part of the old high school, they originally had been the locker rooms, but now served only as convienent toilets during practices.
And Kyle had the keys.
When Kyle showed his brother the fieldhouse, the 19 year old pointed out the row of urinals and the three stalls. "This will be your stall, fagboy," he told his 10 year old brother as he pushed open the door of the middle cubicle. "Try it on for size, Mikey."
Michael stepped in and sat down on the toilet. Then he saw them. There was a hole in the partitions on either side of him. Each hole was easily the size of a softball.
"I...Kyle..I don't understand."
"You will, Mikey...you will." Kyle said with a sneer, "Now, get outta your clothes."
"What? Kyle...please..."
"NOW, COCKSUCKER!"
Michael started to undress, imploring Kyle as he removed each article of clothing.
"Everything, Mikey...that way I'll know where you are, see?"
Kyle gathered up Michael's clothes, "Later, faggot. Make sure you treat the team to your best! I'll be checking, ya know."
Michael sat on the toilet, naked. The reality of his situation sinking in.
***
Only fifteen minutes later, the fieldhouse door swung open and in walked two football players in training jerseys and shorts.
"Mother fucker, coach be running my black ass today." The larger one yelled to his buddy as the pair split up, one going to the urinals and one to the stall next to Mike. "I'm fin' to sit right here, take a smoke break and fuckin chill, yo."
His buddy, a tall white guy from what Mike could make out by peering through the seam in the door answered, "Whatever, Darius...just get back before we have to run patterns, man."
The latch on the stall door next to Mike's slid locked, and Michael could see the movement of Darius' shorts and jock strap being pushed to the floor. "Yeah, yeah...I'll be there. "
The door slammed shut as Bry went back to practice, and as Darius lit what obviously was a joint, Mike chanced a glimpse through the large hole to his right.
Mike had seen Darius at practice, a mountain of a defensive tackle, dark from the summer sun with six inch braids laid out in an intricate pattern. The huge Black senior stretched out his legs, inhaling deeply on the joint and absent mindedly fingered his cock. "I'll be there when I gets damned good and ready, biatch," the tackle said to himself, "Soon as I rub one out, dat is," He laughed.
Michael quickly jerked his head away from the hole, but not before Darius saw the young boy's face.
"What the mother fuckin fuck?" Darius had his face in the hole now, screaming at Michael, "What the fuck you doin lookin at dis nigga on the crapper, yo?"
But it sounded less like a question and more like a threat to the naked 10 year old. "I...I wasn't..I mean.."
"You's Kyle's little bro, huh, bitch?"
"Yeah," Mikey stammered, "Yes sir. I didn't mean anyth--"
"I heard bout you, little mother fucker. Heard you a cocksuckin faggot..dat right? You here to suck cock, bitch?"
Michael knew he had to answer truthfully or face Kyle later. "Yes sir, I guess sir. My brother put me here and..."
Before the 4th grader could finish, the large glory hole was filled with an enormous, uncut black cock and the biggest set of balls Mike had ever seen, surrounded by a mat of thick kinky black pubes. "THEN SUCK DIS NIGGER, BITCH!" Darius bellowed.
Michael reached for the rapidly hardening cock, and found his small fingers wouldn't reach all the way around the football player's meat.
"SUCK IT, YOU MOTHER FUCKIN FAGGOT, SUCK IT BEFORE I COME OVER THERE AND BEAT YOUR HONKY FUCKIN SISSY ASS."
It was clear that the ghetto dwelling nigga had no problem with Mike's age, Darius wanted one thing only: to use the 10 year old whiteboy's mouth.
Michael, whether he'd wanted to or not, had learned a lot about sucking cock that summer, and he lowered his small mouth to the dripping head of Darius' large prick.
"Dats it, whiteboy...get it in that baby faggot mouff. Come on, mother fucker...you can do it..."
Michael, terrified what Darius might do, worked the huge black dick down his throat, til his blond hair was touching the hole.
"Play wid my balls,faggot. Suck my cock and work dem giant nuts wid your fingers."
Michael followed orders and Darius began to pump his hips against the partition, face fucking the little white boy. Michael choked and gagged as his throat was raped by the 10 inch black cock, but Darius showed no mercy. "Suck it, mother fucker...take that nigger dick down your throat. Come on, you little white cocksucker...swallow dat dick...get it all, bitchboy...get it down in there...make big D feel good..do what faggots 'sposed to do...get dat dick, bitch..make your nigger cum..."
Darius was pounding the partition with such force that Mike was surprised the wall didn't cave in, and the 4th grader did his best to get the thick black cock down his throat. Gagging and red-faced, Mikey took the black athlete's assault until finally Darius shouted,
"Here it cums, faggot...gonna fill you full of thick nigger nutt, bitch. Swallow it, mother fucker...swallow it or I SWEAR I'll beat your little white ass. OH YOU MOTHER FUCKIN SICK WHITE BITCH! GET IT, GET IT YOU NASTY LITTLE CUM GUZZLING CRACKER. EAT MY FUCKIN NIGGER BABIES, YOU NASTY LITTLE HO!"
Darius' thick ball gravy flooded Mikey's throat, then filled his small pink mouth. Mike tried to keep up, but coughed, sending a wad of potent black cum back up through his nose. Finally Darius was spent, and pulled his flaccid but still large cock from the 4th grader's mouth.
Mikey, with his face still at the hole, coughed, choked but swallowed the last of Darius thick sperm load. By the time Mike had recovered and looked through the hole, Darius had left his stall, only to appear in the doorway of Mike's. The 6'3" muscle-bound 17 year old nigga stared down at the naked 10 year old.
"Damn! you a nasty little fagboy, just like I heard."
Michael cowered on the toilet, trying to cover himself.
Darius towered over the little white boy, his long thick erection finally going soft, but still a hefty 7 inches. "You left cum on my dick, hoe...clean it."
Michael sat on the toilet as the dark muscled high school senior stepped nearer, wiping his cock on the boy's face. Just as Michael opened his mouth to receive the fat uncut meat, the fieldhouse door slammed open again, "Yo, D" it was Bryan's voice, "What happened, you fall in?"
Bryan and another player, Santiago, both sweaty and shirtless from practice came running in, looking for their team mate. When they saw the huge black athlete forcing his dick into the little white boy's mouth, they stopped suddenly.
"Holy fuck, Darius...what the shit you got there?" Bryan asked, already groping his own crotch.
"You know that kid that Joe Donaldson was talking bout at the club?" Darius didn't wait for an answer before continuing, "The elementary school fag? This is him."
"Damn, D..." Bryan mumbled, looking for words
"Little bitch say his bro left him here to service us, yo."
Santiago, a powerful Latino running back... short, but thickly muscled and extremely hairy, stated the obvious, "But ... he's naked, man."
"No shit, DelGato?" Bryan laughed.
Darius continued, "Faggot don't need no clothes, cuz he ain't goin nowhere. 'Cording to his brother, little Mikey here? He gonna spend all month in here, taking care of the team. Ole Kyle told me, but I didn't believe it till the baby cocksucker started working dis nigga."
"Any good?" Santiago asked, his Mexican cock already tenting in his shorts.
"Sheeeeet, mother fucker, dis little cracker serviced my dick better than any bitch ever has." Darius answered. "For real, try it yourself.
As the Black jock withdrew his now clean member from Mikey's small mouth, the hirsute Mexican stepped closer, "I ain't had no kid sex since we left Mexico. Open up, gringo." Pulling his dick out of his damp jock strap.
Darius reached around the 10 year old and pushed Mikey's face down on the greasy brown cock. "Suck it, whiteboy!"
Surprising his team mates, Santiago pulled out and pulled the skin back on his 8" uncut Latin meat. "Clean me up, puta. Eat papi's nasty cockcheese."
"Oh fuck, that's just nasty," Bryan commented, but his voice had a tone of admiration. "Fuckin fag cleaning smeg off DelGato's wetback dick"
"Like your gringo meat is all fresh, ese' ? " Santiago laughed.
Bryan, a blond 6' 180 pound junior second string QB joked, "Well, shit! If this little fag starts with spics and niggas, naturally a whiteboy is gonna look small!"
"Dats cuz you are small, cracker barrel" Bryan's best friend, Darius quipped.
Satisfied that his thick Mexican meat was smegma free, DelGato forced all 8" down Mikey's throat and started face fucking the 4th grader. "Take his ass, Hanson" Santiago said to Bryan, "Even your little white 7 inches oughta feel tight up a kid this small."
Bryan pulled Mikey off the stool without disturbing the Mexican's throat rape of the kid, and started fingering the tiny hairless little boy hole. "Sweet fuckin kidcunt, yo" Bryan told his friends. Then the 16 year old spit on his iron hard cock and aimed for Michael's ass. "Relax the hole, baby slut, I wanna get all the way in there."
Hanson then grabbed Mike's small ass, spread the kid's cheeks and, in one thrust, drove his cock deep inside the 10 year old. "OH FUCK YEAH, BITCH...TAKE IT UP YOUR HOLE." And continued to ream Mikey's tiny rectum.
Santiago now had hold of the little boy's blond hair and ruthlessly slammed his cock down Mike's throat, while watching his team mate rape the kid's hole. "Fuck him, Hanson, drive it in him...fill his ass while I choke fuck the little bitch." DelGato picked up the pace and drove deep into Michael's throat and mouth all the time muttering filth in Spanish.
"Gonna cum in him, 'Gato? Gonna choke him with your spic ball juice? Do it, mother fucker, feed it to him while I fill his...OH FUCK, FUCKIN GONNA NUTT UP HIS SHIT CHUTE..COME ON, GATO...CUM WITH ME IN THIS LITTLE NASTY CUNTBOY!"
That was all Santiago DelGato needed as his hairy balls spewed forth ropes of his Mexican baby gravy. "Choke on it, you nasty puta. Taste it, bitch. Eat my fuckin nasty fuckin spooge, you worthless little gringo WHORE!"
Watching Santiago's hairy chest heave as he tried to breed Mikey's mouth, Bryan pumped feverishly into the small stretched boycunt. "THAT'S IT, FAGGOT...BOTH ENDS FILLED WITH JOCK SCUM. TAKE IT, TAKE IT MOTHER FUCKER. HOPE IT FUCKIN KNOCKS YOUR LITTLE CUNT UP!"
Darius, not to be left out, stroked his black fat cock and began to spray his load of thick African nutt all over the boy's face. "Ya look better dat way, you nasty skeet seeking hoe!" he shouted as he covered Mike from his eyebrows to the freckles on his 10 year old nose.
After all three high school athletes had given little Mikey their rich, potent jock seed, they paused. Santiago withdrew from the kid's mouth and stepped back. Darius had his fingers in the load of sperm he had delivered to Mikey's face, and was feeding the boy with his long dark fingers. Bryan, winded but satisfied, pulled out of the tightest hole he had ever fucked, and noticed smears of blood and kid shit on his cock.
"Teach him to clean up his messes," Darius told Bryan Hanson, "I fuckin did."
While Santiago and Darius stepped out of the stall, lit cigarettes and watched, Bryan forced his cock into Mikey's mouth telling him what a sick baby slut he was, and as a final insult to the 10 year old, Bry released a stream of dank, acrid piss warning the kid to not spill a drop.
Santiago exhaled and tossed his cigarette to the floor, "We gonna tell the others?"
Darius quickly spoke up,"Hell, his brother was the one told me, guess he wants to lift team spirits, yo!"
While the others laughed, Darius finished his thought, "So, yeah, we'll tell them...after we get done with the little cunt."
And so, the rest of Michael's summer was planned out. By the time Mikey turned 11 and started fifth grade, he had been face fucked and ass raped by the entire varsity football team, including Coach Lewinski. Darius and Santiago were named co-captains, and had insisted that Mike be the official team mascot.
Coach Lew did them one better. Noting Michael's dedication to school spirit, he appointed Michael the 'School Mascot for all Men's Varsity Sports.'
Mike tried to turn the position down, but his proud father and athletic brother insisted it was too great an honor to refuse.