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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: Twelve year old Brayden and his 9-year old brother Riley
captured by four men whose intentions are not good.  Brayden discovers that
he's not a total bottom when he's forced to misuse his little brother.

   Chapter 7 - Brayden and Riley's Descent into Hell

   From Chapter 6:

   The other man lifts Riley off his feet by the iron grip he's got on
Riley's crotch.  I can't believe what I'm seeing.  He's twisting and
jerking my little brother around in the air by his balls.

   "Please, Brayden.  Do as he says.  Please.  He's killing me.  They're
going to rip them off.  Please."

   I stop fighting and drop to my knees.

   "Please let my brother go," I plead.  "Please."

   The man holding Riley drops him onto the floor.  Riley gasps and fights
for air.  I rush to him and he seems okay except that the drop knocked the
air out of him.

   I look at the two men, "Scout Master Chris said there wouldn't be any
rough stuff not with Riley.  And no fucking neither.  Do me but leave Riley
alone.  Scout Master Chris promised."

   Just then two other me walk in.  They're completely nude.  And heavily
tatted all over their bodies.  Neither is hard but they've both got
substantial dangles.  Not as big as Scout Master Chris, but bigger than
Papa or Uncle Tony.

   The biggest of the new guys walks over to me, grabs me by my chin and
makes me look up at him.  He hocks deep into his throat and spits right on
my face.

   "This Scout Master Chris dude is a pussy, you know," he says.  "And he
don't got nothing to do with you from now on.  You two little cunts are
mine and my friends'.  I paid for you both.  Fair and square.  You're mine.
We'll do what we want with you over the next five days because that's what
I paid for.  And I didn't guarantee your old man I'd bring either of you
back alive.  So you both better be good.  Got it?"

   Riley's whimpering on the floor.  He's pissed himself.  And he'd
probably have done more if he hadn't been cleaned out.  Fuck!  I have to
fight back my own piss.  I won't give `em the pleasure.  But I know our
hell -- Riley's and mine -- is just starting.

   Now on to Chapter 7

   I reach up to wipe the slimy spit wad from my my forehead before it
oozes into my eyes.  He swats my hand away.

   "Don't you get it, cunt face?" he snarls.  You don't do nothing but that
I tell you to.  That's my spit.  My precious spit.  If I gave it to you,
you should be grateful Go ahead, cockless whore.  Thank me for it."

   I know better than to argue.  "Thank you, sir." By now the wad has
dripped into my eye.  It stings and I can smell the tobacco in it.

   He slaps me.

   "That ain't good enough twat shit.  Tell me what you thankful for."

   "Thank you, sir, for the wonderful spit you gave me.  I love it.  It's
so nice and sweet and good." I try my best to sound sincere even though it
stings so bad.

   "You ain't shitting me, are you?  Prove it shit face.  Clean it off and
eat it."

   I scoop some off with two fingers.  It's slimy, greasy, and brown.  I
gotta tell you, it's the rankest spit I've ever tasted.  I know it sounds
nasty, but I like men spitting on me and in my mouth.  I like slimy,
lubery, snotty spit.  It's the kind of boy I am.  But this stuff.  Fuck! 
It makes me want to puke all over the place.  This guy must swallow a ton
of tobacco juice.  But I know I gotta do the right thing or Riley's gonna
get hurt.  I keep swiping it offa me and eating it.

   "It's great, sir." I say with the biggest smile I can muster.  "I love
it."

"Glad you do,"" he says back.  And grabs me by the chin,
squeezes my mouth open, hocks real deep again, and spits right onto my
tongue.

   "Swaller it, cunt face.  And you better not puke, cuz you'll lick that
all off the floor if you do."

   I swallow once again.  I want to hurl but I hold it down.  My heart
starts beating fast.  Shit.  It's like the one time I snuck a cigarette.  I
thought I was gonna die.  Uncle Tony told me it was the nicotine.  I guess
this dude's spit is full of that shit.  Anyway I stagger a little bit and
he grabs me and pulls me up.

   "You two pussy farts follow me.  If you lag, or sag, or try to bag it,
I'll kill you.  Trust me.  I mean it."

   I have no idea what those words mean, and I know Riley doesn't either.
But we both know he means for us to follow.  I hold Riley's hand.  He's
bawling so hard he can hardly see.  But I guide him along behind this huge
monster of a guy.  Like I said, he's huge, totally nude, and totally
tatted.

   As I follow behind him -- the three other goons follow behind Riley and
me -- I get a chance to look closely at the tats.  When I first saw them,
they didn't look like much.  But up close, they're awesome.  Really
detailed and they look like...well, not like photos but really good art.

   And you know what the tats are of?  Boys.  Boys of all ages.  The
youngest look like they're around 4 or 5.  The oldest ones look like maybe
they're 12 or 13.  Small like me.  And they're doing all sorts of sexy
stuff.  Some of it's scary, too.  Like one boy who looks maybe 5 who's
getting fucked by a huge dog.  The boy's mouth is wide open.  You can
almost him him shrieking.  Across the goon's back is a boy tied to a cross,
almost like a kid Jesus.  It looks like his dick is pierced and there's a
weight hanging from it and two more from his balls.  Yeah, you can bet he's
screaming.  Good thing you can't hear it.

   I can't believe some tattoo artist would think of these horrible things.
But know what?  They kind of turn me on.  A lot.  I'm getting really hard
Imagining maybe those screaming boys are me.

   I'm holding Riley with my left arm and kind of supporting him as we
follow.  I know the mean guy won't like it but I can't help myself.  I
reach out.  I have to touch the boy on the cross.  He looks so screamy and
pained.  I know the man will smack me.  Or punch me.  Or worse but I can't
help it.  I reach out farther and touch the tattoo boy's stretched, bloody
penis and rub it lightly like I'm trying to get the ink blood off.  The man
jerks a little.  Here it comes I think.  Only he doesn't smack me.

   Without looking back he says, "You like them tats?  Don't you,
cocksucker?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "Who knows," he says, "Maybe you'll be a new one on me.

   I shiver thinking about becoming one of his tats.  Fear.  Excitement. 
My dickie jumps.  We go down a long flight of steps.  I'm just about
carrying Riley he's so freaked.  He keeps passing gas.  He does that when
he's scared.  A couple of times when Papa got real angry, he even
squittered himself.  I'm hoping he doesn't this time because he's a clean
little boy and doesn't like to embarrass himself.

   We go into a large, brightly lit room.  The first thing I notice is the
racks and ropes and whips and chains and all sort of nasty-ass looking
torture things.  All boy sized.  My sized.  And smaller.  Then I see the
photos.  All around the wall.  Framed large color photos line the wall. 
There gotta be 50 or 60 of them.  They're the tattoo boys.  Lots and lots
of them.  I recognize some as being exactly the tats on the mean man.  The
artist didn't have to think of what to do.  He just copied these photos.

   The big man leads me to one wall.  I'm looking right into the brown,
pleading eyes of the boy whose on the tattoo cross.  He looks like 11. 
They're eight photos.  The first he's tied up like a piece of meat but
standing on the ground.  His mouth is open and I can guess he's begging. 
The next one a hand is piercing one of his balls with a nasty looking
curved fish hook.  There's a weight on it.  You can tell it's his ball and
not the sack.  He's screaming for sure.  Next photo there's puke all
running down his chest and his other ball's being pierced and weighted. 
The next one the puke is cleaned up but you can't see the boy's face
because he's whipping his head around so hard and fast.  Why?  Because the
hand in the photo is piercing his dick behind his little glans with an even
bigger needle and a huge weight.

   The sixth photo he's strung up on the cross.  This is the one tattooed
on the man's back.  The seventh one is the goon is behind him on a
paltform. The boy's body is twisted to the side so the man can pierce his
boy hole with that huge whang of his.  The final photo scares me.  The
boy's on his side on the floor, curled up like a baby.  You can see blood
dripping down from his hole and forming a small puddle on the floor.  And
he's positioned so you can see his dick and balls, Still pierced, Bleeding.
A lot.

   "Don't worry, kid," his abuser tells me.  "He didn't die.  He didn't
like it much.  At first.  But he's turned into a little pain whore, just
like you.  But maybe I'm not going to do this to you.  Your old man told me
you like pain.  So maybe I'm gonna hurt you by not hurting you.  I dunno.
But I know I'm gonna hurt you in a different way."

   With this he yanks me and Riley to the center of the room.  It's got
tile floors and four drains.  A lot like the Brown Room in the Scout
Mansion but something tells me it's not to be able to clean up just poop.
There are also a bunch of video cameras all around.  Like eight of them but
I don't have time to really count.

   He pulls Riley from me and straps him in a chair by his wrists.  One of
the other men shows us a leather collar that's lined with a shiny metal
strip.  He clamps it on little brother's neck and pulls it tight.  I can
tell it's not tight enough to cut off my brother's breathing but I can tell
it's uncomfortable.  And scary.

   "Okay, big brother.  Here's the deal.  Your old man told us you love
pain but don't really like giving it.  And that your shitty ass little
brother hates pain.  So one of the things we're going to do with you is
make you hurt your brother."

   I scream as loud as can.  "You motherfuckers.  No way I'm going to hurt
Riley." I'm struggling and trying to run to Riley and save him -- somehow.
Then I hear my brother shriek louder than I've ever heard him before.  I
look at him and he's still on the chair, jerking wildly.  It's then I
notice the wires attached to the collar.

   I stop struggling and Riley stops jerking.  But he's unconscious.  And
wet some more.  The room smells like poop so I know he's squirted out
whatever little bit was in him after the enema earlier today.  The man who
put the collar on him holds something under his nose -- I bet it's what I
got my first times in the Scout House.  Riley jerks awake.

   "Don't let them do that again.  Please.  Please, Brayden.  Please please
please."

   One of the other men leaves for a few minutes and returns with a goat. I
know they're going to have the goat fuck Riley and that's just fucking
mean. Goats stink bad and their jizz stinks worse.  Don't ask me how I
know. I just do.  Riley will hate it.

   But I'm wrong.  The man straps a collar on the goat just like the one on
Riley.

   The main guy, the one with the most tats, says to Riley and me, "Ever
eaten goat?  It's good.  It's what me and my friends are having for dinner
in three days.  This one as a matter of fact.  Know how butchers kill
goats? You don't.  Well, they shoot them in the head with a bolt.  Or they
smash them with a sledge hammer.  We're not going to do that, Here's what
we're gonna do."

   With those words the goat lets out a sound like fingernails on a
blackboard.  A loud, painful squawk.  He jerks and shakes and dumps a bunch
of little black pellets out his butt.  Then he just collapses.  Right over.
Fucking bastards.

   "See how effective enough juice is?  Same amount will kill a boy as kill
a goat.  So, understand this Brayden Allred.  If you do not do everything
we tell you to do -- no matter how much it hurts your brother -- we're
going to electrocute him.  Just like this poor goat.  But we'll do it slow
and painful so that he suffers so much he'll beg to die.  Then we'll make
you eat him.  Then know what we'll do?"

   I couldn't answer.  He slaps me.  Hard.  Then again.

   "Answer faggot!"

   "You're going to kill me?" I answer weakly.

   "No way.  We're going to make you live with it.  Remembering that you
caused your brother's death.  Remembering that you ate him.  We'll probably
feed you his dick and balls.  According to your old man, you love eating
his dick and balls.  And we'll feed you his asshole and intestines and
everything in them.  But your old man says you love eating that shit, too.
Nasty little fucker.  You'll probably like it.  Eating shit outta your dead
brother's guts."

   He takes my chin in his rough, huge hand and lifts my face up to look at
him.

   "Understand this, faggot.  We don't want to kill our boys.  We like them
screaming and howling like the bitches they are.  But don't for a single
fucking second think that we won't kill your little sissy ass brother if
you don't do everything we say.  Got it?"

   I nod my head.  He squeezes my chin so hard I think he'll break it.  He
doesn't have to say a word.  I know what he wants.

   "Yes, sir, I'll do what you tell me to.  Anything, sir.  Anything." My
voice can barely squeak out the answer.  I can see Riley out of the corner
of my eye.  He's slumped down in his bonds in the chair but he looks
relieved.  I don't think he knows what he's in for.  I do.  He's just glad
he won't be electrocuted like the goat lying a few feet from him.

   "Now that's a good boy, ass sucker.  Only from now I'm Master Ralph. 
And my friends here are Masters Don, Jim, and Matts.  That's Master Matts,
not Max.  He hates being called Max."

   "Yes sir, Mast Ralph," I say.  "Riley, tell Master Ralph you'll do what
ever he says.  Whatever all of them say."

   Riley squeaks out, "Yes sir, Master Ralph." He's shaking but he's
stopped crying.  I know the next five days are going to forever scar my
sweet, little brother.  But he'll live.  And I can help him deal with the
memories.  That's what a big bro is for, right?

   Master Ralph -- now he has a name and I think it's kind of funny.  He's
so big and mean looking.  And mean acting.  But "Ralph?" That ain't a very
powerful name.  Any way he lets go of me.

   "Your old man told me all about the two of you.  Brayden -- little pain
freak Brayden -- he told me you love getting hurt.  Says you cum so hard
when something on you's being torn or burnt or squeezed or fucked hard up
your nasty piss or shit hole.  He also tells me you like it as dirty as it
gets.  Animals.  Piss.  Snot.  Shit.  Well too bad for you, none of us are
deep into the shit stuff, but the rest...  Don't worry you'll get a lot of
the rest of the stuff.  Plus, you'll get to play like that with little
sissy girl Riley.

   "Sissy girl.  That's what your old man calls you, Riley.  Tells me
you're afraid of everything.  Ya don't like being hurt.  Hate it in fact.
Ya don't like the dirty stuff your brother does.  But he tells me you love
your brother so much that you'll do a lot of that to him.  What a good
little faggoty sissy girl brother.  Says you don't even like piss play. 
Well, we'll see about that.  Hey, Brayden, want to know something about
your brother you maybe don't know?"

   I nod my head "yes."

   "I calls him a sissy girl because he told your Uncle who told your old
man something.  He sometimes wishes he was a girl.  A real girl without his
dick and balls."

   Master Ralph goes over to a cabinet and gets a huge nasty looking knife
offa the the top.

   "Who knows, if you're a good sissy girl, Riley, maybe we'll give you
what you want." He pokes the tip of the knife into Riley's crotch.  He
jerks up as much as his bonds allow.  A little flower of blood appears
around the tip of the knife.  Riley's crying.

   "Sorry, Brayden" he whimpers.  "Please don't hate me.  I've always
thought I was a girl inside."

   I can't help but feel so bad for my little brother.  My little sister.
Carrying this inside him so long.

   "I don't hate you, Riley.  I love you just as much.  Even if you're my
sister.

   "Ain't that just about the sweetest thing you ever seen?" Master Ralph
asks the other guy.  They all laugh.  "Now get your little sister out of
her clothes." He pushes me over to Riley's chair.  I unstrap Riley's arms
and stand him up.  His pants are still very wet.  That reminds me that I've
gotta piss bad.  Real bad.  But I do what I'm told.  I can feel my piss
leaking and squirting in tiny squirts.

   I pull off Riley's shoes and shirts.  Then lower his Scout pants. 
They're not just piss wet in front, there's a little wet splotch in the
seat as well.  One of the other men -- Master Jim I think it is -- spots it
and points.

   "Looks like the little sissy girl messed himself.  Turn him around."

   I turn Riley around and yes, there is a brownish wet spot soiling the
seat of his underpants.  It's really a good thing we'd been enema-ed out or
Riley would have completely messed himself.  The one I think is Master Jim
comes over with a professional looking steadicam.  He gets up close to my
brother's shame.

   "Big brother," he says in a thick Irish accent.  "Your Daddy told us
Riley doesn't like being dirty.  Clean him up back there.  Underwear
first."

   I know this is terribly embarrassing for Riley.  He is so picky clean.
Even when he was 5 years old he almost never had skid marks.  Like I told
you before, he hates pooping in front of anyone.  So I know the dirty wet
splotch must bother him.  But freak that I am, it excites me and my dickie
-- dribbling pee the entire time -- sproings up hard in my unders.  I lean
close to the wet, brown smudge, inhale deeply, and use my teeth to get it
in my mouth.

   There's almost no taste, just enough bitterness to remind me what I;m
sucking on.  I can hear Riley above me apologizing, even though he knows I
love it.  I suck until there's no flavor left and all that's left on his
unders is a big spit-wet spot.

   I pull down his underpants so they stay up in front but show off his
skinny, freckled butt cheeks.

   "I'm so sorry, Brayden.  I'm so sorry," Riley keeps keening.  I spread
his cheeks and there's almost nothing there.

   "Don't worry, little bro," I say, but wonder if I should start calling
him little sis.  "Too bad but it's really clean back there," I lie.  Not
really clean, but not much there either.  Mostly wet spatters that I know
the vid camera captures.  "I'll lick it cuz Master Ralph told me to.  But
there's nothing there to worry about." I know Riley knows I'm lying.  He
musta felt the wetness, but I can tell he feels better about it.  It tastes
like his unders did only a little stronger.  I take a few moments to lick
all around his wrinkle, clean it as clean as he'd want it.  He moans.

   Master Ralph yanks me around in front of Riley.  I'm still on my knees.
"Hey!  You've been dribbling a lot, I can see.  Your old man says you're a
piss freak.  And love to piss yourself.  But your sissy girl faggot brother
don't.  Anyway let's see what the sissy girl has up front.  Pull off his
underpants."

   I do as I'm told.  All four men hoot and laugh and are pointing at
Riley's front.  I know why.  When he's scared or sick feeling, everything
he's got disappears.  Just like now.  His balls have retreated inside him.
His little pricklet has shrunk into a button on top of his shriveled sack.
And his foreskin is like a little dried up grub worm.  I think he's cute
when he's like that.

   "No wonder he wants to be girl," one of the other masters says.  "He
ain't got shit where a boy's got his stuff."

   I know if I suck him he'll grow, not a lot, but it won't be so bad for
him.  I lean in but Master Ralph smacks me away.

   "You'll suck the fag when I tells you to suck the fag.  You're the only
one here who ain't naked.  Strip!"

   I start to unbutton my shirt, he swats me again.

   "Dance!  Give us a strip tease."

   Now you gotta believe me.  This is NOT the first time I've stripped for
clients.  It's not even the first time I've stripped with pee dripping
steadily from my dickie.  But it's the first time I ever did it with four
guys who were acting like they'd love to kill me and who if they did it
would enjoy making me -- and Riley of course -- suffer for a long time. 
You'd think it would really scare me.  Probably shrink my dink.  No way. 
This really, really excites me.  Makes me super hard.

   I start with my shoes.  Kick them off by the heels like makes Papa real
mad.  Then I pull off one sock by stepping on the toe.  Then the other.  I
can't tell you how bad I have to pee.  When I gotta go bad like this I'll
dribble and dribble and dribble.  Sometimes if I'm super pee-full I
actually squirt little squirts of piss.  That's what's happening now.  I
can feel my unders getting wet -- not dribble damp but squirt wet.  And it
shows in front on my Scout pants.  Sweet.

   Next my neckerchief comes off.  Then my shirt and undershirt.  I look
the neckerchief around my neck.  Now it's just me in my pants.  My wetting
more and more pants.  I dance over to a naked Master Matts and loop the
neckerchief around his neck.  His boner stiffens even more.  I thrust my
sodden pants against his 6 inch long and very thick bone and rub it till it
glistens in my boy pee.

   "This fucker is hot," he says in some sort of accent.  German I think.

   Master Jim grabs my arm and spins me to him.  He pushes his face against
mine and jams his tongue between my teeth.  His breath is rank.  Chaw. 
Nasty.  Almost as rank as shit.  I squirt a major squirt and the wet spot
is now traveling down my leg.  As he tongue fucks my mouth he hocks up a
chaw loogie and forces it in my mouth.  We swap it until he punches me in
the gut.  Not hard.  Just enough that I swallow his tobacco stained spit.

   I twirl over toward Master Don.  Out of the corner of my eye I see Riley
staring at me.  As scared as his face looks, he's sporting a super stiffy.
It's so hard.  So yummy.

   As I get to Master Don I undo my pants, slip them off slowly, and bring
the large wet spot to my lips.  I suck on the cloth for a moment, swaying
my hips as I do.  He reaches out, pulls the pants from my hands, and shoves
the pissy part in his mouth and sucks.

   Yes!  I knew he was a piss lover.  Somehow I just knew it.  He pushes me
down to my knees, pants still dangling from his mouth.  Grabs his hard cock
and aims it at me.  No way he'll be able to piss with that hard on.  No
way. But the next thing I feel is hot, stinging piss in my eyes.  I slam
them shut then open them, letting him wash them out with his piss.

   I would have loved a complete golden shower, but he stops pretty quick.
I stand and start to swing my way over to Master Ralph.  He stops me with
an out stretched hand.

   "Not yet, little slut.  Not yet." He reaches behind and brings out a
hypodermic needle and small vial.  He fills the needle, grabs my arm and
injects it.  I can feel the Ecstasy almost immediately.  And something else
I don't recognize.  He drags me over to Riley.  Without saying a word, he
refills the needle and jams it in Riley's peepee.  His eyes widen
immediately.  Riley shrieks and garbs his still hard dickie.

   Master Ralph pulls down my soaked underpants -- soaked with both my and
Master Don's piss.

   "Your old man tells me you love piss play.  But your little sissy girl
brother hates it.  So you're going to make him love your piss.  You're
going to piss down his throat."

   This is supposed to be bad?  No way.  I've wanted to get Riley to drink
my piss like forever, but I didn't want to force him.  Now!  Now I can do
it.  I move close, my dickie dripping and put it at his lips.  Riley
squinches his face up, but he knows it's inevitable and starts opening his
mouth.

   Master Ralph pulls me away.

   "Not in his mouth, slut.  Piss up his nose.  Jam that hard little dick
of your in his snotty nose."

   Oh man.  I'd never thought of that.  How awful.  I hate getting water up
my nose.  But piss?  Wow!  Maybe one of them will do it to me.  I'm one of
those kids that can piss with a major bone so I know it's gonna work.  I
put my dick head right at Riley's nostril and let a squirt go.  Master
Ralph slaps my face really hard.

   "No shit head.  Shove your fucking, pathetic little dick as far in as it
will get."

   He pushes Riley on his knees and I move closer to my brother.  I pull my
foreskin back so the camera can really see what's happening.  I hate myself
because I'm going to do it.  I hate myself because it makes me so excited.
I hold Riley behind the head and tell him I'm sorry.  But I'm not.  I shove
hard, Almost one inch slides in.  Fuck.  It's so tight.  I push some more
and a bit more stretches his nostril.  Riley's crying so hard -- silently
-- that he's hiccuping.  I know what will happen if I just start pissing so
I press my finger against his empty nostril.

   And I let go.

   Riley squawks from the acid flow and piss starts flowing out his lips. I
know Master Ralph won't like this.  Hell, I want him to swallow it too. 
He's never wanted to drink my piss, no matter how much I beg.  Now's my
chance.  I clamp his lips shut and close my eyes.  I can feel him gulping.
Fuck.  My flow doesn't feel like it'll ever stop.  I love my brother.  Why
do I feel so good making him suffer, making him do something I know he
hates.  
Suddenly two sharp pains one after the other on my nipples.
Titty clamps.  I moan in pleasure pain.  Then something cold, hard,, and
spit damp shoved in my pussy.  I can tell by the shape it's a butt plug. 
Then Riley's squirming and trying to get away.

   I want to open my eyes and I don't want to at the same time.  I'm
enjoying this so much.  I was hella full of piss and Riley's gagging on it
all.  But it slows and gradually stops.  Fucking hell.  What's wrong with
me?  I'm sorry I can't piss up his nose forever.  The E and whatever else
was in the shot has definitely taken effect.

   I finally open my eyes.  It's taken over Riley, too, I can tell.  His
eyes are on fire, lusty like I've never seen before.  He's got a
ridiculously hard boner that's pulsing wildly with his heart beats.  But
his face is all squinched up and he's crying.

   I touch whatever's in my ass.  It is metal.  And cold.  I turn my head
and look at it.  Yeppers, just like I thought.  It's a butt plug.  And
there's a wire coming from it, and not some thin little wire.  This one
looks like a wire on a lamp or a drill or something like that.  And two
nasty looking titty clips on my nips as well.  These, too, have wires
dangling from them but these wires are thinner.

   Oh boy, I guess it's going to be a shocking day.  I hate electro stuff
when it's happening.  Then when it's over and I've dry cummed like a mother
fucker, I love it.  I'm so fucked up.  Even before the drugs.  But now even
more.  I look at Riley.  He's got titty clamps too but his are smaller and
no wires.  They're not gonna shock him.  Good!  I guess.

   Master Jim stands in front of me.  I was so wowed by Master Ralph's
tats, and his size, and his huge cock that I hadn't paid much attention to
the other three men.  They're all buff, tough looking.  All have tats. 
Master Don's and Master Matts' are pretty normal like.  But Master Jim's
are tats of boys like Master Ralph's.  Only most of his boys are being
shocked.  You can tell by how they're arched up or from wires coming out
from all over them.  Master Jim must be the electro master.

   He's got a long, thin metal rod with a little bend at the end in his
hand.  A piss hole rod.  A sound.  He hands it to me.  Maybe he thinks this
will freak me but I fucking LOVE fucking my pee hole with sounds.  I stick
the skinnier end at my pee hole and start pushing it in slowly.  I want to
enjoy the pain.

   Wham!  Master Jim punches me in the gut so I pull the sound out, drop
it, and double over.  Fucking shit that fucking hurt.  Both my gut and my
pee hole.  There's a dribble of blood on the hole.  Why am I swearing so
much.  I don't usually swear so fucking much.

   I slowly straighten up.  Master Jim hands me the sound once again.

   "Your daddy told me you're a freak and that you like your pathetic piss
pipe fucked."

   "He's not my daddy," I mutter, still holding my gut.  "He's not even my
father anymore.  Scout Master Chris is my Daddy.  "

   "Like I fucking care, faggot," Master Jim snarls.  "The sound ain't for
you." He doesn't say a word, just tilts his head in Riley's direction. 
Okay, so you know I kinda liked pissing up Riley's nose.  No that's not
true.  I really fuckin-A loved it.  But sounds hurt a lot if you're not
used to them.  And this one isn't lubed or anything.  It's going to hurt
Riley a lot.

   I cuddle against Riley.  His skin's so cold right now.  And so soft.  It
smells like pee and fear and Riley's special apple shampoo and his special
Riley smell.

   "I love you, little bro.  I'm sorry what I have to do now.  Please
believe me." This time I really mean it.  Riley whispers so quiet I can't
hear him but I know he understands.

   Master Jim know's it's going to hurt Riley cuz he grabs Riley from
behind and holds him tight.  I look into the man's eyes.  He's flying as
high as me and Riley.  I look around.  The other men are, too.

   I take the tip of the sound and tickle Riley's pee hole with it.  As
scared as he is, Riley manages a sweet little boy giggle.  I know it'll
hurt for as long as I'm pushing it in.  So it makes sense for me to do it
fast and get the pain over quick.  If you've ever been sounded, you now
once it's in it doesn't hurt a lot.  But without lube if I push too hard I
could damage his pee pipe bad or worse.  I have to go slow.  These fuckers
probably know that.

   I push a tiny bit in.  Just enough that it's stretching Riley's pee hole
a little.  He's smiling.  He likes it.  I push a tiny bot more and now it's
going in for real and Riley screams and tries to jerk away.  I have to let
go or I'll rip him up.  The sound drops out.

   "Do him fast, asshole," Master Ralph growls.  "Or I'll do it for you."

   I pick up the sound.  I know it should be washed.  I know there's no way
they'll let me.

   "Let me lick it so it won't rip him up, please," I beg.  Master Jim
nods. I suck on it good, put the tip back in and start pushing steadier
than before.  Master Jim holds on tighter.  Riley's shrieking steadily now
but he's stopped trying to get away.

   "Stop.  Please stop.  Please stop." I can hear the words echoing through
the screams.

   Riley's not very long, as you know.  Only two inches when he's hard. 
And whatever shit they gave him is keeping him super hard.  So it doesn't
take a long time to get the sound right down through the pee valve and into
his bladder.  But for me it feels like a long, long time.  And for poor
little Riley...shit it must felt like forever.

   As I poke I can feel it hit the back of his bladder.  I've had this done
to me so I know how to make him feel better.  I just gotta figure it out
right.  You see, your prostate, the man gland -- well in Riley's case the
little boy gland -- wraps around the tube that goes from the bladder to the
outside.  I slowly twist the sound pushing so the bend it it hits Riley's
prostate.  He's stopped crying and coos.  Just like me, he likes it.  At
least that part of it.

   I nestle up to him and whisper in his ear but loud enough for the men to
hear, "You're a good little boy, Riley-baby.  I love you.  I love fucking
your little boy dickie with this thing.  I wish I could shove my dick in
your dickie and fuck it all day long."

   The stimulation on his prostate and my words has the effect I wanted. 
Riley's entire body stiffens.  Then the orgasm hits him and he squeals like
a little puppy, His dry cum takes over his entire body.  He's shaking and
yelling in orgasmic bliss.  God, how I love this boy.  I will do everything
I can to make him change his mind about being a girl.  I want him for my
girly-boy, but I want him all there.

   Slowly the orgasm fades and Riley slumps back down in the chair.  I'm
not sure what Master Jim wants so I look quizzically at him.

   "See that rubber mat over there?" he says.  "Bring him over there and
lay him on his side.  Then get behind him"

   I do as I'm told.  Master Jim tells me to lie down behind Riley.

   Master Ralph kneels beside me.  His eyes gleam with lust and
viciousness. "You're going to fuck the little sissy girl.  And you're going
to fuck him hard.  And you're going to do it until I tell you to stop. 
Understand?"

   I'm going to fuck my little brother.  He doesn't like that, I know.  He
always cries and fights it off so hard when I've tried that I've given up.
But I want it so bad, and now I have to do it.  So I might as well enjoy
it. No, I AM going to love it.

   I smile up at Master Jim and waggle my boner at him showing him I'm
ready.  He squeezes a little dab of KY on my fucker finger.

   "This is all you get.  Better use it well, dude,"

   I wiggle closer to Riley rub the KY on his hole.  I press slowly,
feeling the tight sphincter start to give way.  My finger nail's ragged and
I hope I don't scratch him cuz this is going well.  He breathes in deeply
as I break through his tightness.  No crying, though.  He gasps as I push
steadily in all the way.  Feels like he's totally clear up here.  Damn!  I
wiggle my finger around and find his little boy lump.  When I press it, he
stiffens and moans.  He likes it.  The little fairy likes being finger
fucked.

   I continue punching at his prostate harder and harder each time.  I
reach around and gently grasp hold of the sound that's still in his dickie
hole.  What the fuck?  There's now a wire attached to that, too.  Master
Jim must have clipped in on when I first started finger fucking Riley.  I
shrug and start twisting the sound so that it's pushing against Riley's
prostate from one side and my finger's punching it from the other.  When my
clients do this to me I fucking love it.  I don't know exactly what over
takes me but I start twisting and pinching Riley's dickie.  I love my
brother.  Why am I trying to hurt him.  He squeals but isn't trying to get
away.  Who knows?

   Suddenly Master Jim's callused hand is twisting and squeezing my nuts.
So hard I want to puke but choke it back.

   "Stop wasting time.  Fuck the little piss fag," he yells.

   I take a deep breath and wiggle around more.  I'm ready.  Hella hard and
hella ready.  I line up with Riley's lightly greased hole and push in in
one great shove.  Get it over quick, I think but then...

   WHAM...WHAM...WHAM...WHAM

   As soon as my dick's in Riley's hole I get hit with these gut punching
series of shocks.  I've been shocked before.  A lot.  But never like this.
Never this strong.  Each jolt makes my back arch and pushes my front
forward, deeper into Riley.  Each shock is punctuated with a wordless
ear-piercing scream.  It's Riley.  Or is it me?  It's both of us.

   Every time the current punches into me I can feel it start at my
butt-plugged asshole and shoot through my bone.  So much electricity, so
much pain, my cocklet should have softened.  But I swear it's harder than
ever.  With each jolt, Riley's already tight pussy hole squeezes my dick so
hard I feel like his sphincter's going to bite it off.

   To deaden the pain, I start counting.  I think I'm at five so I start
there.  Six...seven...eight.  Every time I'm hit with a jolt, my arms and
legs stiffen.  Nine...ten...eleven...twelve.  I swear I smell meat cooking.
I think it's my pooper.

   Thirteen...fourteen...fifteen...sixteen.  Riley's boy cunt has been
squeezing me in time with the shocks.  No more.  It just keeps squeezing
with or without the shocks.

   Seventeen...eighteen...nineteen.  It stops for a moment.  The juice. 
The pain.

   Riley's screaming at the top of his lungs "Motherfucker.  Motherfucker.
Motherfucker.  Motherfucker." Over and over.  The little pansy boy who
never swears.  His holes still grasping me madly, squeezing my dickie like
it's never been squeezed before.

   Then one more time.  Number twenty.  Bigger, longer, more intense than
before.  I'm pissing right up my brother's spasming shitter.  Can't help
it. Can't stop it.  Can't even fucking enjoy it.

   My brother's flailing around on the floor, jerking, twisting, screaming.
Asshole squeezing.  I can see his dicklet hopping around.  Is it a seizure?
Is it an orgasm?  Again his voice is clear and he's panting and whispering.
"Motherfucker.  Motherfucker.  Motherfucker.  Motherfucker."

   He settles down, limp.  His hole loosens slightly.  A little of my piss
leaks out.  We both lie on the rubber mat, panting.  I'm not sure what I
just went through.  It felt like a bunch of electric cums.  Don't know if I
ever, ever want it to happen again.  Don't know.  Maybe.  My dickie's still
rock hard and I move it really gently in Riley.  I wonder what he's feeling
right now.  Is he frightened?  Did the shocks totally freak him?  Did it
hurt as much as it did for me?  Did he like it at all like I did?

   I snuggle up against Riley's back.

   "Mmmm," my little sissy brother breathes.  "Wow." That's all he says for
a couple of minutes while I hold him and kiss his ear, his cheek, his hair.
Then he mutters, barely audible, "I love the way you feel in me Brayden.  I
love you so much."

   Our rest doesn't last long.  Strong arms jerk us on to our feet.  I
stagger a bit, totally wiped out.  Riley sinks to his knees and is pulled
back up.  The man behind me -- I think it's Master Don, but I can't focus
enough to be sure -- rips the butt plug from my ass.  I can't help it.  I
scream.  I feel warmth, wetness forming at my boy pussy.  I've bled there
before.  Many times.

   Whoever's behind me forces fingers up into me.  Now I know I've been
torn.  I've had this before.  Clients abuse my hole until it's ripped and
then fuck me hard.  It feels the same.  Sharp, screaming pain.  Only this
time I won't scream.  I gulp and pant.  The man pulls his fingers out and
waves them in front of me.  His middle three fingers are bloody and smeared
with a little poop.  Didn't know I had any in me after the flushing this
morning.  This morning?  It feels like days ago.

   "Clean `em, asshole," Master Ralph says.  I obey.  I don't mind poop
taste.  Hell, that ain't true.  I really like the taste a lot.  There's not
much, though.  What I taste mostly is my blood.  I hate the way blood
tastes but I lick the thick, calloused fingers clean.

   "Time to show these little fags what a real fucking's like," Master
Ralph continues.  "Get `em up on the racks."

   Riley finally lifts his head and looks at me, eyes wide, forlorn,
scared, pleading.  Racks.  He's seen the video of my first time on a rack
quite a few times.  I know from the way his peepee would harden -- even as
a 6 year old -- that something about rack fucking thrilled him.  But I know
it also scared him.  Scares him.  Now we're going to be rack fucked.  He's
going to get a big -- no I don't mean big, I mean huge -- cock shoved up
his almost cherry boy cunt while strapped to a rack.  And who knows what
else these monsters are going to do to us.
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