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 Our Papa, Our Pimp By Antonio Green antoniogreen@writeme.com

   M+/b+, prostitution, anal, oral, ws, nc, forced, cbt, bdsm, enema
(incidental)

   This story is entirely fiction.  It will contain scenes of sexual acts
between men and boys and between boys and boys, some rough and/or abusive.
It will also contain some scenes involving urination, If reading this type
of story is illegal where you reside, or if you are under the age of
majority where you reside, or if anything in this story offends you DO NOT
READ THIS STORY.

   However, if you enjoy reading a well-written story of this type and it's
legal to do so, enjoy!

   One more thing: Please do NOT print this story out on a public computer
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   Synopsis: Bothers Brayden (12) and Riley (9) "help" their papa Bill
Allred (30s) and uncle Tony Allred improve their quality of life through
prostitution.  The boys are popular with their clients because they look
much younger than their ages, perhaps by design.  Brayden and Riley are not
usually thrilled with their activities.  In fact, they frequently hate
them. But a boy's got to do what a boy's got to do, especially when forced
by a sadistic father.

   Chapter 4: Meeting Some of the Troop

   In this chapter, 12-year old Brayden gets his 9-year old brother ready
for his induction into a special scout troop.  As he's waiting for his Papa
and Uncle Tony to get his brother ready, Brayden watches movies of his
second time at the Scout House and first time with clients.  It's just the
beginning of a brutal ride for Brayden.

   From Chapter 3

   All these thoughts flashed through my mind as I soaped up Riley.  Papa
said they weren't going to bust his cherry this time.  But Papa's lied to
before.  Many times.  Riley's good and clean and I'm ready to undo his
enema.  Before I do, I cuddle him against me and put my head on his.

   "Why do you hate enemas so much?" I ask him.  "I always get a super cum
from them."

   "I was only a little kid back then.  But I remember what happened to you
that time I saw you get one in the shower.  I know how much you hurt for a
long time.  And I've seen the movies, too.  I do NOT want that to happen to
me."

   I squeezed him tight and kissed his lips in a brotherly kiss.

   "I'll try to protect you, Riley-boy.  I'll do my best."

   I let the air out of Riley's bardex balloons and pulled the nozzle out.

   Now on to Chapter 4

   I'd expected Riley to let his guts go as soon as I'd pulled the enema
tube out.  But Riley had become more and more shy about pooping in front of
me as he got older.  It used to be he liked to intrude on my showers and
squeeze a big stinky loaf.  But not anymore.  He'd become incredibly shy
about it -- even as he'd become sexier and more open about pee stuff.

   He started to waddle out of the large shower area toward the toilet that
was a good 20 feet away.

   Since I'd started working for my Papa and Uncle Tony regularly, we'd
been able to move to a much larger house with 3 full bathrooms.  Each of
the bathrooms had a large open shower -- no dingy stall with moldy curtains
like the old house -- with a double shower head.  Papa's bathroom had a
large spa-tub that could hold four people.  (Convenient for certain
stay-over guests).  But Riley's and mine only had a large two person tub.
Papa and Uncle Tony's also had not one, not two, but three toilets, and a
bidet -- again a cool thing for certain guests with particular needs.

   But our bathroom only had one toilet and it was far enough away that I
knew there was no way Riley would make it before he had to let go.  And
Papa would NOT like that.  Thinking fast, I drop to my knees, grab my
skinny, beautiful brother by the hips, and suck his limp noodle into my
mouth.  As soon as it touches the warm recess of my mouth, it hardens to
its full two inches.  I can feel Riley trying to keep his hole squeezed
shut tight.  He pinches his cheeks as hard as he can.  But I'll have none
of that.  I swoop my tongue out and slurp his little marble-nuts into my
mouth.

   "Fuck it, Brayden," he whines.  "You know I don't like to..."

   But that's all he's able to get out.  His dick starts spasming wildly in
my mouth and, no longer able to be controlled, his tight, delicious asshole
jerks open.  The entire contents of the enema seem to explode from his wide
open hole.  The smell is none too pleasant.  Unless you like that sort of
thing.  Which I'm a little embarrassed to say I do.  But the shower's still
running so the dirty water and most of the smell are quickly washed away.

   During the enema entire expulsion, Riley's cute little boy pecker was
dancing wildly in my mouth.  A longer orgasm than he usually gets.  And
Riley gets LONG cums.

   Spasms passed, he gulps for air and does what he always does after every
orgasm.  His warm, sweet-sour piss fills my mouth.  I gulp and swallow as
fast as I can.  Even though he'd wet the bed that night and filled my mouth
not more than 30 minutes earlier, he still had a lot to give me.  Boy, that
little guy can piss.  Ever since we'd started playing the mouth game as we
called it back then, he was a real flooder.

   I don't know why, but sometimes he'd eat or drink something that made
his pee taste rank, something like asparagus -- but I loved his piss better
than anyone else's.  And after over three years working for Papa and Uncle
Tony, I'd tasted A LOT.  Riley's always is best.  Cuz he's the best.

   So when he's done his gooeys and peeing in his big bro's mouth, he kind
of doubles over, real tired.  I hate to do this to him, but he's gotta take
more hosings until he's clean.  When I tell him, he doesn't say anything.
Just cries.

   "Don't worry, Riley-boy.  The next ones aren't as bad.  Not as much
water and you don't have to try to hold them.  Just let `em out when you
want."

   He sniffles and wipes his eyes and seems ready to do it again.  Then he
looks behind him and sees the two golf ball-sized, gray brown lumps on the
drain.  He looks at me with those eyes.  Defeated.  It would have been
okay, I guess, if it all got washed away.  But that poop-shy part of him
hated seeing what he'd left.  He starts crying again.

   "Don't worry, kiddo," I tell him, squeezing him tight.  "I'll clean it
up while you're getting the next bag."

   Normally, I woulda just undone my bardex tube and let it all out right
there in the shower.  Like I done almost all the times I get an enema. 
Which is a lot.  But Riley's embarrassed enough about his pooping in the
shower, I don't want to make it worse.  So I refill fill his bag and slip
the tube back up in him, inflate the balloon thing just a little, and let
the water gurgle into his guts.

   I undo my bardex, pull it out, squeeze my cheeks real tight.  I'm good
at this.  Got lots of practice.  I can hold my water for 20 minutes or
more. Anyways, I bend over -- that's a challenge but I don't lose a drop --
and pick up the two turd balls in my hands.

   "Ewww," Riley squeals through his tears.  "How can you do that?"

   "Cuz it's yours, that's why.  I love everything about you.  Even your
poops."

   Riley laughs.  Good.  His crying's stopped.  "Double eww.  You're my
yuckiest in the world big brother." Then he does something that melts my
heart.  I know he doesn't like poop stuff, but even with me holding his two
poop balls in my hands, he stands on tippy toes and kisses me.  Not a sexy
kiss -- although he's great at those -- but an "I love you" kiss.

   So I go over to the toilet, drop his little gifts into the water, sit
down, and let it all out.

   It takes four more rinsings to clean Riley out so the water runs clear
and don't taste like nothing.  Only takes me two more.  Like I said, I get
`em a lot.  Then I call Papa and he takes Riley into his bedroom.  I know
what's coming.  I saw Riley's new uniform the other day hanging in there.
Riley knows what's coming, too.  He's crying quietly when Papa takes him by
the shoulder and leads him away.  But the tears are rolling down his cheeks
like the dam broke.

   I can hear Papa and Uncle Tony talking to Riley from behind the door. 
Soft at first, then Papa's voice gets loud.  I don't want to hear it so I
go into our playroom downstairs in what used to be the basement.  I try to
get out of my mind what Riley's gonna start doing, so I try dozing. 
Doesn't work.  So I turn on the DVD player.  Damn!  Its a movie of my
second visit to Scout Master Chris's house and my first time with real
customers.  And my first time meeting other Boy Slut Scouts.

   Like Scout Master Chris said, they waited a couple of months before I
went back to the Scout house.  By that time, my poor, bruised poo hole was
all better.  A little bruised but not sore.

   Papa and Uncle Tony waited a week before they did me again.  But they're
both smaller than Scout Master Chris, so it wasn't so bad.  I actually
started liking the feel of their cocks fucking me.

   A couple of times they gave me the "vitamins" they'd given me before my
induction.  (That's what the called it.  My Boy Slut Scout induction. 
Pretty cool).  I knew they weren't vitamins after that first time.  Papa
wouldn't tell me what they were but Uncle Tony did.  The yellow pill is a
boner pill.  Keeps you hard for a long, long time.  Not the Viagra stuff.
Something else.

   The white circle one is something I've heard about.  Ecstasy.  E.  Uncle
Tony explains if the other stuff's a boner pill, E is a horny pill.  Makes
you super horny.  At least it does me.  I'm learning to like having my Papa
and Uncle Tony up inside me.  But you know what?  I fucking LOVE it when I
take E.

   So the that day I'm going back to the Scout house, they get me dressed
in my uniform again.  It's really cool looking.  Only before I put on my
jockeys (no Sponge Bobs this time) and out of my pants, they give me my
vitamins and squeeze some gooey stuff inside my butt hole.  Sorry.  My "boy
pussy."

   The gooey stuff's kinda cold at first, but soon it starts warming up.  I
thought it was going to get hot like the the stuff Papa's used in me when
he teaching me a lesson.  That stuff hella BURNS!  For a long, long time. I
hate it worse than the beatings I sometimes get for a lesson.  Only this
stuff just gets a little warm.  And then right inside my boy pussy starts
itching like.  Not like a mosquito itch.  Different.  Like I gotta scratch
it with Papa's cock.  Or Uncle Tony's cock.  Or any cock.  And I'm getting
super boned and the E is starting to take over.

   They make me pull my dink through the slit in my unders.  They tie a
leather string thing right around my balls and dink.  Tight.  And they pull
me out to the car.  FUCK!  It so hurts.  But I also fel kinda like I'mon
fire all over.  So I guess I kinda like it, too.

   We get to the house and I'm flying I'm so horned up.  Uncle Tony gave me
another E.

   "You're going to need this, today, Braydie," he says.  He makes me wash
it down with a gulp of his piss.  Makes?  I love his piss almost as much as
Papa's.  They untie the leather thing and boy right then my stuff hurt more
than it ever did.  They zip me up proper.  A man I never saw before leads
me all by myself to the same room as before.  You can believe I was totally
scared.  I know Papa and Uncle Tony would let the guys do whatever they
wanted.  But I wanted them there just in case.

   So imagine how surprised I was when I go in the room and there's only a
kid there.  He's tall and super skinny.  His arms are really long and kinda
gangly.  And I notice his fingers are also really long and skinny too. 
He's got beautiful, long red hair down to his shoulders.  He looks like a
really pretty girl.

   I can't tell how old he is but he's older than me I know.  And he's
wearing a bright yellow Speedo.  The Speedo's got a picture of a guy's junk
printed on it where his should be.

   I'm about to say something as the door closes behind me but I don't get
a chance.  This kid runs over to me.  Hugs me real tight and kisses me
hard. Lips then tongue.  Then a squeeze on my junk.

   "Oh, Brayden," he sighs, his voice high pitched like a girl singer,
"I've so wanted to meet you since I saw your movies.  You were so good in
them.  I totally, totally fell in love with you."

   Then he kisses my again.

   After we break, I can see his Speedos are tented bad.  From the looks of
it his dick is really long.  But it doesn't look thick.

   "You like what you see," he asks.  I'm kinda embarrassed he noticed me
looking.  "I'll show it to you in a sec.  But I wanna see yours.  It felt
sooooo hard, sweety."

   I start unbuckling by web belt but he stops me.

   "Not like that.  I want you to strip to music like you did before.  Oh,
and how gauche of me.  My name's Taylor." He trots over to a table and
starts an iPod.  Sexy music again.  I dance and strip and strip and dance
until I'm down to my jockeys.  I'm super hard and to be honest, I'm
drooling I'm so turned on.  My mouth.  Not my dink cuz I didn't precum
then. (Not now, even).

   So when I'm down to my jockeys, he kneels in front of me and uses his
teeth light on my dink.  Nibbles.  Then pulls it away from my tummy and is
sucking me through the cloth.

   "I bet you have to urinate, don't you?" he asked.

   I nod.

   "Give it to me, sweety.  I want to taste your urine.  Your piss.  Your
peepee.  Your weewee.  Your titi." Then me dives back down.

   I've peed in Riley's mouth with a boner many times but not like this. 
Not with a sexy boy's teeth wrapped around my bone.  It takes like 30
seconds then I start a little dribble.  Then a little more.  Then the
flood.

   Taylor gulps and swallows.  Then pulls away and lets my pee flow all
over his face and his gorgeous red hair.

   "Oh," he mutters, "I love that so much.  I love you so much."

   As my pee slows down, he grabs my wet jockeys in his teeth and starts
pulling them down.  My bone is dragged with the elastic but then it snaps
back up, hitting Taylor in the nose.  I step out of the unders.  I'm
totally naked and totally exposed.  He starts fondling my balls.  It feels
so good.  I've never had anyone touch them that soft and gentle.  Uncle
Tony's usually pretty good.  Papa is a brute with them.  Riley, well he
just don't know any better than be kind of rough.  But Taylor's rolling
them around.  Licking them, sucking them like they're some kind of
precious.

   "Do you want to see what I've got?" he says, standing.  He puts my hands
on the waistband of his Speedos.  I pull them down.  I was going to be
careful about snagging his dick, but the bad boy inside me doesn't want to
be careful.  As I pull down, the waistband pulls his dick down with it,
just like he'd done with mine.  Then, bing!  His dick gets loose.  It snaps
back up to his tummy like mine did but hard enough that it sounds like a
face slap.

   I can't believe what I'm seeing.  I don't know whether to call his thing
a dick, a dink, a cock, or what.  It's not like any I've seen before.  It's
real long.  Almost to his belly button.  No hair.  And it's as thin as a
Sharpie.  A regular one.  Not one of those fat ones.  And his ball sack. 
Wow!  It's just a little fold underneath his dick.

   "Pretty looking, isn't it?  He asks.  "Feel my balls."

   I can't speak.  I reach out and gently press the tight skin that should
be a ball sack.  I can feel something in there.  Little like peas.  Two of
them.

   "Squeeze them hard.  Please."

   I do.  They're soft and gooshy.  It's gotta hurt cuz Taylor's face is
all squinched up.

   "Harder!  Harder!" he begs.

   I squeeze as hard as I can, a thumb and index finger on each tiny ball.
I can feel them flatten.  Taylor shrieks like a girl and his dick starts
jumping madly.  He's having a huge cum.  As dry as mine and Riley's.  And
for such a long dick you'd think he'd be shooting like a hose even if it's
skinny like a drinking straw.

   When his cum passes, he kisses my again, panting in my mouth as his
tongue digs deep.  I swear, he's in my throat with it.

   After like forever kissing, and me getting hornier by the second, he
pulls away and grabs his thing.  It's still hard.

   "Cialis works on me even," he says.  "That's the name of the boner pills
they give you.  Bet you wonder about me.  Why I'm this way."

   I nod once again.

   "Well, here's the deal.  First off, Scout Master Chris is my daddy.  He
made me this way.  My dickie -- that's what I like to call it and that's
what I want you to call it - my dickie's over 6 and half inches long the
last time daddy measured it.  Pretty awesome, right?  My daddy and the
other men like it like that.  It's so thin because I'm a freak.

   "Daddy started torturing my balls from the time I was a little baby. 
When I was nine, he started punishing them really hard.  By then, I was so
used to it I thought all boys got ball tortured.  And I like it.  Daddy
would squeeze them with clamps and suck me at the same time.  Or he'd fuck
me and one of his friends would suck me while they were doing nasty stuff
to my balls.

   "I loved it.  Totally fucking loved it.  He also started giving me
injections at that time.  One type pretty much killed my balls.  That is
what the crushing and squeezing didn't.  The other made sure my dickie
would grow.  Long.  Not fat.  Big long, skinny dickie.  No cum.  No real
balls.  But what I do have get really painful if you squeeze them.  That
makes me cum.  So like you can see, I'm a freak.  And I love it!  Would you
want to be a freak like me too?"

   "I don't know," I answer, finally finding my voice.  "I don't think I
like being hurt.  And I think I want my balls."

   Taylor drops to his knees once again and takes my super hard dink in his
mouth.  God is he good.  Plays his tongue inside my skin and all around the
sensitive dink head.  Slurps, sucks, squeezes with his lips and his mouth.
Oooo.  I've never felt this good.

   Then, still sucking, he snips my balls with his fingers.  Hard.  Really,
really hard.  I shriek.  Just like a girl myself.  Then he takes them in
his hand and squeezes them as hard as he can and pulls them down so that I
feel like they're going to rip off.  I'm close to puking it hurts so bad.
But just as I get real close, he pokes a finger up my poop hole and stabs
my special boy place.

   I erupt!  If I had any cum, I would've flooded his mouth.  My dink's
dancing like crazy in Taylor's mouth.  My boy pussy is throbbing on his
finger with every spasm in my dink.  I let loose a string of loud, stinky
farts that make Taylor giggle.  I can hear him breathing in deep.  Nasty,
dirty pervert!  Like me.

   Finally I stop jerking and collapse to my own knees.

   "See, sweety," Taylor says, licking his finger.  "You do like pain.  I
knew you would.  Maybe you'll become a ball-less freak like me.  You up for
more play?"

"Yeah.  That'd be fun.  But first can you answer
me something?"

   "Sure.  What is it?"

   "Well couple of things.  First, how old are you?  It's kinda hard to
tell."

   "Fourteen.  Believe it or not.  I know I look younger.  Clients tell me
I look I'm a super tall 10-year old.  That's hella sweet if you ask me. 
The shots do that.  I like it.  I'm Peter Pan.  I don't want to grow up.  I
want to stay a horny boy the rest of my life.  What's the other question?"

   "Are you gay?"

   Taylor shrugged his shoulders.  "I don't know.  I know I love boys.  But
I've never had a girl or even got to know one very much.  See, I've never
been to school.  Daddy teaches me.  I know I love sex with boys and men.  I
love getting fucked.  And fucking.  And sucking.  And being sucked.  I love
it all.  Even the pain.  Sometimes especially the pain.  What about you? 
Are you gay?"

   "Dunno.  Maybe.  I'm only nine.  Well, in two months.  I don't look at
girls at school much.  I like looking at the boys, though.  So maybe. 
There's one boy I really like a lot but I don't think he even knows I'm
alive."

   "What's his name?  Tell me about him."

   "His name is Lucas.  He's a year ahead of me in sixth grade.  He's got
dreamy eyes and super sexy curly hair.  Look what he does to me." I point
down at my dink.  It's jumping around just thinking about Lucas.

   "And one other boy, but it's real weird."

   "What is?"

   "It's my little brother.  Riley.  He's only almost six.  He's a pest
sometimes.  We fool around.  A lot.  I love him like a brother.  But I
sometimes I feel different about him.  Like I totally want to hold him and
love him.  I'm smart in school so I know what it's called.  It's called
incest." And I know it's real bad."

   "Who says incest is bad?" Taylor asks.  "I saw your father and uncle
rape the crap out of you on the movies.  And a lot of the Scout Masters
fuck their little boys.  My father does.  I don't want it any other way."

   "But he's so little.  And I don't think he knows any better." I start
crying.  But thinking about Riley's little pee-pee and his tight little boy
hole.  Man, that's got me hornier than even thinking about Lucas.  Maybe
it's the E.  Maybe it's just me.

   Taylor holds me and asks, "Can I be your big brother and sex you up
right now?  Take a look at my penis.  You're making me so fucking horny
talking about your little brother and you.  It hasn't gone down at all!  I
want to fuck you sooooo bad right now.  I've wanted to since I first saw
you in the movies.  Please."

   I lean back and pull my legs up over my ears.  That's how Uncle Tony
likes it best.  So he can kiss me while he's pumping in me.  Papa likes me
doggy best cuz he can dig it in deeper.  Harder.  That's good, too.  But I
wish he'd kiss me when he's doing me sometimes.

   "My pussy's so itchy for you, Taylor.  Fuck me hard, please.  With your
long freaky dickie up my pooper pussy.  Fuck me.  NOW!"

   Taylor slides between my legs.  I bend up so I can see him.  It looks so
weird this long, skinny super hard boy cock bouncing around.  It looks
kinda like the drawings I do of boys.  Uncle Tony says I'm good at drawing.
So does my teacher.  Not naked drawings of course!  She says I've got real
talent.  Anyways, I used to draw pictures of boys doing it like I do with
Riley.  In the mouth.  In the poo hole.  Only I'd give them real long
dinks. Not little shrimpy ones like mine.

   So now I've got a super sexy boy with this real long dink -- sorry,
dickie -- about to push it into me.  He leans down and hocks in his throat
real deep and then lets this long wad of spit drool down and almost touch
my hole.  Before it touches, he slurps it back up.  I don't know why but
watching him do this is making right inside my hole itch even more.  I mean
it's been itching and needing a scratch with Taylor's dickie since I first
saw him.  But now I'm just about crazy.  He does the spit thing three more
times.  Then it finally touches my hole.  Right in the middle.  It feels
warm, wet, slippery.

   Then without saying anything, he pushes it right in.  FUCK!  It hurts.
Burns.  I can't help it.  I'm trying to push it out like I'm doing a huge
poop.  That doesn't stop Taylor.  He pushes as hard as he can and his
almost seven inches jams, slams, bams into me.  He's pressed right into the
base of his spike.  That's what it feels like.  A long, steel spike.  It
hurts so much I feel sick in my tummy.  What's weird is I can't feel his
balls like I do Papa and Uncle Tony when they do me.  I can even feel
Riley's when he's doing it, and his are tiny.  Not Taylor.

   He pulls out and I can feel my hole grabbing on his spike.  I feel like
it's pulling all my inside pooper tube outside.  When he's almost all the
way out, he hocks another loogie and wets his dickie and slams it in again.
Only this time it doesn't hurt so much.  He does this maybe three or four
times and soon I'm flying.  It feels so good.  When it's deep in me, I can
feel the tip right at that turny place inside me.  When Taylor can see I'm
loving his fucking, he leans down and starts kissing me.  Deep.  Spit
soaked.  Better ever than Uncle Tony.  I wrap my legs around him.  They
don't go all the way around but it feels so good.

   Suddenly, my balls are on fire.  He's squeezing them harder than he did
before.  Pinching them with his nails.  Twisting and squeezing my sack. 
Pulling on it and twisting it.

   I see blue and purple and red and I know there's no way I'm not going to
puke.  Right in Taylor's mouth if he keeps squeezing.  But he's fucking me
so good.  And with his free hand he starts pulling gently on my dink. 
Soft. Sweet.  Loving.  I'm being torn apart by all these feelings fighting
each other.  This huge pain in my balls.  My gut rumbling like I'm sick. 
My dink feeling so good.  So hot.  My pooper feeling hotter.  The itch
being scratched so good.  Taylor poking perfectly at my little boy place
inside my pooper.  My entire body -- pain and the great feelings -- loving
Taylor more than I've ever loved anyone.

   He can tell I'm close cuz he picks up his pace fucking into me.  He
pulls completely out several times and stabs his sharp spike back in
without missing a beat.  He's got my ball sack twisted and pulled up so
high that he's pounding it into my tummy.  I'm screaming in pain. 
Screaming in the good feelings.  
He's close too.  And he's screaming
as loud as me.

   "Mother fucker.  Little faggot.  Ass kissing cock sucking piss drinking
shit eating little faggot!"

   How does he know?  It's like he's looking into my soul.  I'm so ashamed.
The shame overtaking the pain is all I can feel until BOOM!  Everything
explodes inside me.  My dink jerks wildly in Taylor's gentle touch.  He
digs the fist that was torturing my balls hard into my tummy.  I can feel
his dickie spasm inside me as mine twitches and starts pissing all over my
tummy and Taylor's chest.  All this time, my torturer, my lover is kissing
me.  Tongue yummy kisses.

   Finally, spent, he collapses on top of me, tongue still in my mouth.

   I'm bawling.  Not from the pain.  But because he knows what I'm really
like.  The bad, dirty, nasty boy I am.

   Taylor knows why I'm crying.  He licks my tears.

   "Don't worry, sweet cheeks," he whispers in my ear.  "I'm as nasty and
sick as you are.  It's good to be this way." He pulls out his long, long
thin spike.  "Show me how nasty you really are.  I know you got hosed out
before you came here, but I want you to lick me clean."

   I looked at his glistening dickie.  Other than the last of his spit and
the juiciness from inside my ass, there's nothing on his dickie.  I wish
there was.  I'd show him how nasty I really am.  How dirty I can get like I
do with Riley.  How much I love him and would do anything for him.

   I'm sucking and licking and slurping on his dickie.  On his almost empty
ball sack.  On his destroyed, soft, mini-balls.

   Just as I'm getting into it and feeling like I'm ready for another ride
on Taylor's spike, the door opens.  Three more boys and seven men walk in.
Three men are dressed dressed in Scout Master uniforms.  Scout Masters
Chris, Tim, and Nick.  The other four men are wearing those Japanese robe
things.  I recognize one as the beautiful black man who filmed me last
time. His robe is sticking WAY far out in front.  I know why.  One boy's in
a blue uniform like mine.  He looks about my age.  The other two are older
and are wearing khaki uniforms like the Scout Masters.

   Scout Master Tim and Nick are rolling in big fancy movie cameras like
before.  I guess they're filming everything from the way they act.

   Scout Master Chris says, "From what I saw on the monitor, it looks like
you two had a good time.  Brayden sure can scream, can't he Eunuch Scout
Taylor?"

   Taylor jumps to his feet, my teeth dragging over his length as he does.
I know it must have hurt but he doesn't say a word about it.  He just
salutes his daddy.

   "He sure can, Sir.  And he's one great fuck.  But you already know that,
don't you...Daddy?"

   Scout Master Chris punches Taylor in the stomach.  Taylor bends over in
pain.

   "You know better than to call me that, Eunuch Scout Taylor," he scolds.

   Taylor slows stands up straight.

   "Yes, Sir.  I know, Sir.  Sorry...Daddy!"

   Scout Master Chris gives a solid one-two, left-right to Taylor's gut. 
He dry heaves.

   "Thank you, Daddy," he mutters, barely audible.

   Scout Master Chris grabs his son's nipples and bites them so hard that
two drops of blood bubble out.  I can see something I hadn't seen before.
His boy tits are scarred.  The scars are barely noticeable, they're so
light.  But they're there.  Teeth marks.

   "Thank you, Sir.  I needed that.  I love you, Sir."

   "Thank you, Eunuch Scout Taylor," Scout Master Chris announces.  "And
you know I love you, too...son.  Enough fun and games between the two of
you," Scout Master Chris continues.  "It's time our guests have some fun.
Go get the rack for Fuck Scout Brayden."

   He signals with his head and the three new scouts and Taylor go to a
door.  Next thing, they're dragging this big metal frame thing on wheels to
the middle of the floor.  It looks like something you might hang clothes
on. It's way taller than me.  Taller even than Scout Master Chris, and he's
tall!

   Only it's got rings and straps and chains and lots of nasty looking
stuff on it.  I know it's for me.  And it doesn't look good.

   I start shaking.  And my pee bag -- the place where pee's stored inside
-- lets go.  I pee on the floor but since I already peed a lot on Taylor, I
don't go a whole lot.  The other part of me lets go, too.  I thank my stars
I was hosed out good.  All that escapes is a stanky, raunchy rotten boiled
eggs kept behind the heater fart.  I know I woulda got something bad if I'd
pooped on the floor.  The other scouts are hooting and holding their noses
and dancing around pointing at me.

   "Look at the peepee baby," they're saying.  And worse stuff too.  One --
the oldest one I think -- points at me and says real loud and real pointed,
"He'd be a big old poopoo baby, too, if his old man didn't clean him out
with a garden hose."
 He's making all sorts of nasty faces.  And
pulling his cheeks apart in his pants and then he cuts a huge, loud fart.

   "See, Poopoo Baby, I can do a nasty fart too." I hate him.  But he's got
a good sized lump in front of his khaki pants and a big wet spot.  I guess
he can cum cuz that looks like when Papa or Uncle Tony get the precum
stuff. I really, really hate him but he's kinda cute, too.  Red hair like I
think is really sexy.  And then he looks at me and smiles.  WOW!  He's got
this wonderful smile that makes me gooey inside.  The smile goes all the
way to his eyes, too.  Deep green, they are.

   He comes over to me, where I'm shaking, and lifts my chin up.  He looks
me straight in the eyes.  I don't know what he's going to do.

   "Don't worry, Poopoo Baby," he says, his voice real soft and gentle. 
"We tease a lot.  But you're one of us.  We know what it's like."

Then he kisses my lips, pushes his tongue inside, and licks all
around.  I can feel him bringing something up from his throat.  I've
swapped spit a lot so it's okay with me.  Then he pulls away, looks me dead
set in the eyes again.

   And spits right in them.

   His mouth is set real hard, like he's one hella tough guy.  But his eyes
-- his eyes says "I'm sorry."

   Scout Master Chris pulls the boy away from me.  "Good job, David.  You
did exactly as you were told.  Just like a good Dom Scout should."

   Then Scout Master Chris points at the floor.  "You, Fuck Scout Brayden.
Clean up the mess you made." He forces my head down into the pee puddle.  I
know what he wants, what I gotta do.  But it's hard to get my mouth to open
or my tongue to come out.  I feel something pointy poking my rear end. 
Then ZAP!  I'm flat on the floor jerking around.

   "When I say to do something, you WILL do it.  Understood?"

   I'm shaking too hard to respond.

   "Eunuch Scout Taylor, get your little faggot boyfriend moving.  You too,
Dom Scout David."

   Taylor and the green eyed boy start kicking at my balls, first one then
the other.  I scoot up on my knees as fast as I can and start licking the
floor.  There isn't much pee to lick up.  There wasn't much to start with
and most of it got on me.  But I'm not taking any chances.  My tongue is
coated in dirt and dust when I'm done.

   "Stand him up!"

   The boys pull me to my feet, one on either side of me.  My knees are
shaking so bad from the shock and being so fucking scared I can't stand on
my own.

   The green-eyed boy whispers in my ear, "Sorry, buddy.  I gotta do what
I'm told." I look down.  Fuck!  My dink is still hard.  I can't believe it.
The haze of the electric shock is slowly replaced by a haze of "somebody
fuck me, suck me, do me hard."

   "Okay GENTLE-men, he's yours," Scout Master Chris intones.  The way he
says "gentle" louder really scares me.

   The four men grab me -- two at my shoulders, two at my ankles.  They
start carrying me to the rack thing, but as they move, the hunky hard black
man is stretching my left leg away from my right leg.  And the other man --
a fat, greasy looking quy -- is pulling my right leg in the other
direction. They're pulling me apart like a wish bone.  It's stretching my
legs apart so much it feels like my butt crack is splitting.

   I can hear a little boy screaming somewhere far away.  Then I realize
it's me.  When they get to the rack, they drop me on my tailbone.  FUCKETY
FUCK that hurts!  Then one of the white guys kneels down in front of me and
puts this weird thing that looks kind of like a whistle in my nose.  It's
got two little tubes, one in each nostril.  A little bulge, then a tube the
man puts in his mouth.  He blows gently into it.  I feel my nose fill up
with powder.  I HATE things in my nose.  When I swim, I hate it when water
gets in there.  This is a million times worse.  At first it just feels
weird.  Then it stings a little then it feels like fire.

   "That'll keep him awake and horny while we play with him," the man says.
He refills the thing from a small bottle in his pocket and passes it to the
fat man.

   "What is it?" the fat man says.

   "Coke, E, and a powerful amphetamine.  He couldn't pass out if a brick
hit him in the head," the man who hadn't spoken yet says.  "He'll be flying
for four hours with what we gave him.  And we got lots more.  Go ahead,
Take a hit.  It'll make it more fun for you, too."

   My head starts growing huge while I watch them pass the thing around and
blow into each others noses.  Then they call the scouts over and give them
some, too.  I hated feeling it go in and it burned.  But now I'm flying
flying flying and my dink is so hard and my butt hole and way deep inside
is scorching and I start playing with my dink, pulling the skin way up and
then down hard like I like to do.

   ZAP!  Another shock from the thing that got me before.  I swear I didn't
feel it touch me this time.  Just the zap.  Only it didn't feel so bad this
time.

   "No, no little toy," the black man tells me.  And he did call me toy. 
"No playing with yourself.  That's for our fun, not yours.  Next time I'll
give you a shock like Scout Master Chris gave you earlier.  This was just a
tickle.  Here take a drink."

   He puts a bottle to my lips and I drink.  I know the taste.  It's a
Spike Energy drink.  Uncle Tony's given me it when he wants me to pee a
lot. The beautiful sexy yummy luscious black man gives me three of them. 
Fuck how I love him.  Love the drink.

   Everything feels so warm.  So bright.  I feel like I love everyone and
that I could fly if I wanted to .  So powerful.  I stretch my arms up and
think I'm about to take off.  Only then I realize I am not stretching my
arms.  They're being stretched up over my head.  The men are doing it.  I
love them for it.  Then leather bands are snapped around my wrists.  It
feels so great.  I can't wait for what's going to happen next.  They must
really love me to do this to me.

   I can feel my arms stretching up even more.  Straighter.  Up.  Up.  Up.
I have to stand up.  My tail hurts where I was dropped on it.  But it hurts
far away, not really on my tailbone.  I'm stretching taller, my arms going
ever higher.  I hear a click, click click.  I'm on my toes.  Then my tippy
toes.  Then a surge of pain -- not far away.  Right in my shoulders.  I
wiggle around and the pain gets worse as I'm lifted off my toes.  I look
out through eyes that were hazy from what they gave me.  My eyes are clear
now.  I'm swinging around.  Almost everyone -- men, scout masters, boys --
are clustered around me.  The only one not there is the greasy fat man. 
He's standing beside the frame, sweating, a fat, thick, juicy boner
sticking out his Japanese robe.  And he's cranking.  Cranking.  Cranking.
Cranking ME up.  I'm shrieking.

   "Stop it.  Stop it." No one moves.  No one tries to stop it.  One camera
comes close and captures the tears rolling down my face.  Captures the
agony twisting my face.  Captures my screams.

   My brain tells me to be still.  I know moving around is going to make my
shoulders hurt way more.  I know I'm hanging as still as I can.  But I look
down.  My body's wiggling around crazy-like.  I will it to stop.  It
doesn't.  It keeps wiggling and jerking.  And hurting.  Fire in my
shoulders.  Fire in my arms.

   Another camera comes close to my lower parts.  I look down, still
shrieking.  Still wiggling and jerking.  I'm hard.  So, so hard.  How can I
hurt so much and still be hard?

   One of the men -- I'm so gone right now I don't know who -- is grabbing
at my legs.  I know I don't want him to do it.  So I do my best to twist
away.

   SMACK.  Something smacks me on the bottom of my feet.  About ten times.
The man trying to grab my feet gets them and drops to his knees, stretching
me so my arms are going to pop out of their holes.

   "Stop fucking around you little whore," he yells.  And smacks my feet
again a bunch.  Then he bites both big toe nails.  "Stop twisting or I'll
fucking rip you in two."

   I know he's serious.  I quiet down.  He lets go and I just hang.  My
feet are burning.  He slips leather cuffs around my feet like are on my
hands.

   Click.  Click.  Click.  My legs are being stretched down and out to the
side.  My arms stretching straight up.  I'm going to rip in half.  I know
it.  The pain is so bad I puke.  Only it just dribbles down my chest.  It
burns and my mouth tastes like crap.

   I remember when Scout Master Chris and the others fucked me the first
time.  How I went away inside my head.  I try to do that but I can't lose
myself.  I can feel too much.  I'm too wired up.  I try to twist away even
though I know deep inside I won't be able to.  Click.  Click.  Click.  More
puke dribbles from my mouth.  Tears dribble from my eyes.  I feel a flood
from down there.  I look down.  Piss is shooting straight up from this tiny
little teeny peeny that I think is mine.  I can feel myself getting wet.

   Then lips on my dink.  One of the men, I think.  I piss for hours -- or
is it a few seconds.  Finally I force it to stop.

   Through the haze and tears I see the man swing around and grab the other
little scout, the one in the blue uniform like mine, and press his mouth
against his.  Sharing my pee.  My piss.

   When he pulls away from the boy he says, "Tastes like coke and speed. 
That ought to get this little fuck more stoned."

   I look at the "little fuck." His dick is out of his shorts and he's
pumping wildly on it.  I'm in so much pain I can't believe what I'm
feeling. Jealousy.  Cuz his dick is way bigger than mine.  Horniness.  Cuz
I want him to jack on me and fuck me and suck me and piss on me and do
everything on me.  How can I feel like this when I'm being ripped in half.

   Then I realize I'm not being ripped in half anymore.  The click click
click has stopped.  The huge pain has changed to dull aching in my
shoulders, hips, knees, and feet.  My tummy's rumbling but not from a tummy
ache.  It needs something.  I need something.  I want the little fuck's
cock in me.  Or Taylor's.  Or anybody's.

   I gasp, "Oh, someone, please fuck me." In my nine years I've never felt
so good and so bad at the same time.  Or so horny.  I want a cock in my
shitter.  A cock.  Or a baseball bat.  Or a fucking fucking tree.

   "FUCK ME NOW!" I scream only it sounds like it's coming from somewhere
deep inside me.

   "Not now, Fuck Scout Brayden," Scout Master Chris laughs.  "You'll have
more than you can deal with soon.  For now, let's get the puke cleaned off
his chest."

   I watch a movie in front of me.  Only it's not a movie.  It's a
storybook.  A dream.  A play.  The big, gorgeous black stud with his big
gorgeous black fuck pole -- it's gotta be two feet long -- lifts Little
Fuck up over his head.  I can look right into his eyes.  They're deep, deep
blue.  Almost purple.  And red.  And he's got a faraway look that burns of
sex and fuck me -- just like mine must.

   "Rinse him off him, Little Guy," my black god says.  "Little Fuck has
become Little Guy.  I lean forward and stick my tongue out.  I want to kiss
him.  To lick inside his mouth.  To get my tongue all the way done his
throat, into his tummy.  Into his poopy inners.  Into his pooper and right
out his dirty little boy hole.  Only I'm sure he's been hosed out just like
me so everything would taste like soda pop or hot cocoa.

   Little Fuck-Little Guy takes his dick in his fingers.  It's fucking
hard. How I wish he was fucking me.  It doesn't have a skin on it like me.
The tip is angry red cuz it wants to explode in sex.  And he's been rubbing
it so hard the finger length pole is raw.

   "I love you," I tell my Little Fuck-Little Guy.  He smiles at me, his
eyes clearing for a few seconds.  Then he spits a gooey loogie right in my
eyes.  I feel it drip deliciously down my face.  I stick my tongue out and
he spits again, this time right in my mouth.

   "I yuv you, too," he says.  Then he does what he's been told to do.  He
points his stick-dick at the drying barf and pisses all over my chest,
laughing like he's crazy.  He is.  Like me.  We're all crazy and
piss-covered and tied up and little dicked and big cocked.  All of us.

   My black god shifts Little Fuck around and his hot river of gold boy
gold sexy piss gold sprays into my mouth and then my eyes.  They burn. 
Taste good.  I'm pissing again too.  And my dink starts shattering into a
million pieces and I'm jerking wildly in my straps.  Pissing and cumming
and cumming and pissing and screaming in pain in my shoulders and legs and
screaming in joy at how I feel and all the big cocks the men have out ready
to...

   Next thing I know is that nasty smelling stuff from the time before is
burning inside my nose and I'm awake again.

   "Try to stay with us, Fuck Scout Brayden," Scout Master Chris is saying
from a step ladder that puts him at my height.  "You'e going to experience
a lot this afternoon, and we don't want you to miss a bloody second of it.
Okay?"

   I know he wants me to speak.  My throat is tight and all I can do is
squeak.  So I nod my head.  Madly.  Crazily.

   "That's good, Brayden," he whispers.  "Because the fun is just about to
start."

   To be continued
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