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

   M+/b+, prostitution, anal, oral, ws, nc, forced, extreme cbt, extreme
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
(like in the library).  If you do, take it with you!

   Synopsis: Brayden (12) has "helped" his papa Bill Allred (30s) and uncle
Tony Allred improve their quality of life through prostitution.  Now it's
brother Riley's (9) turn to help out.  They are part of a special
"scouting" group and while selling door-to-door to raise funds, they get
more than they bargained for.

   Chapter 8 - Ascent from Hell

   From Chapter 7:

   "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.

   Now on to Chapter 8

   Master Don lifts me to my feet by my hair and drags me over to Riley.

   "Take the little freak to that rack over there." He points to a metal
rack that's like 8 feet high and 8 feet wide.  It's got straps and wires
and hoses dangling from in.  There's a platform attached to the back of it.
Another rack just like it faces it about 8 feet away.

   I lift Riley up but he can't stand on his own, so I sorta drag-carry
him. He's really tiny and light, but it's hard.  When I get there I let
Riley slump down.  He bangs his head, but not very hard.

   Just as Riley flops down on the floor, a buzzer goes off.  Master Ralph
looks up toward the ceiling.  I'd been so busy looking around at all the
torture stuff when I came in I didn't see a bank of 15 large, high-def
monitors attached at ceiling height at one end of the room.  All but two
were dark.  Familiar faces stare out of those two -- Papa from one and
Uncle Tony from the other.  Each is sitting in a large, comfy looking chair
in a room I don't recognize.  Doesn't look like home.  And both Papa and
Uncle Tony has a small boy in front of him, sitting on their laps.  They
look about 7 or 8, but I couldn't really tell very well.  The one on Papa's
lap has a pale, pale white skin with long black hair.  The other boy looks
Mexican.  Tears stream down both little faces.

   "I forgot to tell you," Master Ralph said to Riley and me.  "We've got
100 people watching in right now, 96 men and 4 women.  They all paid really
well to see you two whores and to tell us what to do.  And we got these
two. I think you recognize them.  They didn't pay to watch.  They're
getting paid.  Pretty well, too.  Any of the men and women can buzz in and
give suggestions for what we do for you.  Let me tell you, some are pretty
nasty guys.

   "So, Bill and Tony what you want us to do?"

   My Papa speaks first, "How about some good ball stretching before you
rack the brats." Doesn't surprise me that he'd want that.  Papa loves
torturing balls.

   Then my Uncle Tony, the man I thought really loves and cares about me,
squeaks out, his voice thick with lust, "Why don't you use the fish hooks
on one of them.  Make Brayden do it to Riley?" I can't believe Uncle Tony's
turned like this.

   "Fuck, yeah, Tony!" my Papa cheers.  Just at that point, both boys on
the screen shriek out in pain.  Papa says, "Double ball squeeze.  Sweet,
ain't it?" The shrieking continues unabated.

   "The sweetest," Master Matts says.  "Except what we're about to do."

   Then Master Ralph brings over a large tray like you see in hospital
shows on TV.  But it doesn't have hospital stuff in it.  It's got metal
cock rings, leather ball stretchers, weights, and other torture stuff I've
had done on me before.  But one thing really freaks me.  And there's huge,
curved fish hooks.  Thick, barbed, and NASTY looking.  One of my clients
wanted to use one on me once, but I wouldn't let him.

   I remember what Master Ralph said about me having to give Riley pain.  I
know I liked peeing in his nose.  And fucking him was awesome.  But I do
NOT want to do this to him.  It won't be hurting him in sex, which I just
discovered I like to do.  It'll be just hurting him.  No fucking way.

   Master Ralph says, "Show Riley the fish hooks." I do, of course. 
"There's five of them, Riley-girl," he continues.  "One for each of your
little girly tits.  One for each of your useless balls.  And one for that
tiny, teeny little stump you call a dick."

   Riley's so frightened he can't speak.  He just shakes his head
frantically, begging with his eyes.

   "We sharpened them so they're real sharp.  That way they'll pierce your
skin nice and easy.  It'll hurt like a mofo, but it'll be easy.  And like I
said before, your loving brother's gonna do it to you.  Ain't you cock
breath?"

   I don't know what to do.  The electric cord's been disconnected from
Riley's collar, but Master Ralph has it in his hand, sort of waving it
around so we both can see it.

   "Please don't" Riley whispers.  "Please.  Please Please."

   Master Ralph looks directly at one of the more distant cameras.  Hmm. 
Any of you boy fuckers can ring in on this.  What should we do?

   Several more buzzes and the monitors snap alive.  Most of the
suggestions are "do it anyway." But then my Papa and Uncle Tony buzz back
in.

   "Hey, Dude," my Papa says, "I know how your set up is, but can you keep
our monitor live so our whores can see what we're doing to these little
brats?  And Tony's got a great idea."

   "Tell you what, Riley," Uncle Tony says.  "We'll make you a deal.  If
you don't want to get pierced in all these great places, they won't." Riley
slumps in relief.  "Only you gotta pay a price.  Know what that price is?"
Head shake.  "You're gonna trade with Brayden.  You pierce him.  You okay
with that?"

   FUCK!  I can't believe the words coming out of my uncle's mouth.

   Riley looks at me with the most sunken, devastated expression I think
I've ever seen.  Hell, I don't want to pierce him.  But there's no way in
hell I want him to do me.

   Riley breathes more than says, "Okay." Tears streams down his face.

   For an instant, I hate him.  Hate his pukey little guts.  Then that
hatred melts as I realize he's got no more choice than I do.

   I grab his hands tightly.  "Do it fast, Riley.  I know you gotta do it,
so I forgive you.  If I yell for you to stop, don't.  Just do it as quick
as you can."

   I lean over and kiss his sweat wet hair.

   Another buzzer.  This time a good looking black man appears on one of
the monitors.  He's lying naked on a bed.  He's got a fragile looking white
boy -- maybe 11 or 12 -- sucking on him.  The boy's got about six inches of
a wrist thick double ended dildo sticking out his ass.  I've had one just
like it in me when a client had me and Markie do a contest to see who could
get the most in.  That one was two feet long and I won!  And we got butt to
butt.  This one looks just like it and if it's as long as the one Markie
and me used, this kid's got more up him than I ever did.

   The black man speaks in a deep, deep voice.  "How about the cha-cha-cha
game we talked about.  I think the boys will like that one." He reaches
around and pushes on the end of the dildo farther up the poor skinny kid's
ass.  The boy lifts his head off the huge, black cock and screams, "No
more! No more!  It doesn't fit!  It doesn't fit" That doesn't stop the man
and he shoves the remaining few inches all the way in.  Poop squishes out
and smears the man's hand.  When Markie and me did it, we'd been cleaned
out completely to make room for it.  Not this poor kid.  He musta been full
inside.  The man looks at his poopy hand briefly then takes it and shoves
the boy's head down over his thick, hard cock -- all the fucking way.  You
can see the boy gagging silently.

   Master Ralph signals to one of the other guys.  He brings over a glass
bottle and some plastic gloves.  Master Ralph puts on the gloves.

   "Since your little sissy brother won't let you do him, we got a special
surprise," Master Ralph's chuckling.  He shows the bottle to me.  Habanero
hot sauce.  He uncaps the bottle, and spreads a drop all over one of the
fish hooks and hands it to Riley.  Riley grasps it carefully on the hole,
careful to avoid the hot sauce.

   "One of his tits.  Don't matter which one.  Do it behind the nipple."

   Riley's gasping with silent weeping.  I know he can't see good.  He
takes the fish hook and pokes it blindly near my nipple.  A tiny drop of
blood forms at the point.  It hurts but not that much, just like a bug
bite.

   "That won't do," Master Ralph says.  He grabs my left tit and squeezes
it so my nipple sticks out.  "See the round part.  Pierce him behind that."
He takes Riley's hand and guides it to where he wants my tit pierced.  He
applies a little pressure and the hook's barbed tip breaks the skin.  Now
that hurts -- a lot.  But I've had worse.

   Master releases Riley's hand.  "Now, you do it ass sucker."

   Riley starts pushing on his own.  Slowly.  Way too slowly.  It's hurting
more and Riley's slow progress makes it shear torture,

   "Faster, Riley.  Please faster," I urge.

   Riley gasps, "I'm trying, Bray-Bray.  I'm trying." But he's slowed down
even more.  Now the thickest part of the barb's in and blood is flowing
from where it's gone in.  Riley hasn't poked it back out.  I grab his hand
and push it as hard as I can.  The fish hook jabs back out through my skin.
I yell in pain.  Riley just yells.

   "Sorry.  Sorry.  Sorry," he cries.

   "Push it to that hole in the fish hook," Master Jim says.  Riley
complies.  Suddenly I get it why.  Doing that has wiped the habanero sauce
off the shaft of the hook and into my pierce wound.

   "Mother fucker!" I yell at the top of my lungs.  "It burns.  It burns.
It burns so fucking much.  Mother fucker!" I swat out blindly at Riley and
hit him in the face with the back of my hand.  Hard.  He wails even more.

   "Oh man.  I'm so sorry.  Ow.  Ow.  I didn't mean to do that baby bro. 
I'm so sorry."

   I'm in such agony I can barely see, but I do see Riley with a second,
hot sauce smeared fish hook.  He squeezes my right tit hard and jabs the
hook in as hard and fast as he can.  He's pissed at me but it's better this
way.  Faster.  He jabs it through and jerks it back and forth wiping off
the hot sauce.  Both my boy titties are on fire.  I can barely stand the
pain.  But I grab Riley's head and pull his mouth against mine and search
inside his mouth with my tongue.  He calms down and pushes his tongue into
my mouth.  We tongue wrestle just like we do almost every night in bed.  He
mumbles something into my mouth.

   "What you say?"

   "I'm sorry Brayden.  I shouldn'ta been so mean."

   "I shouldn't have hit you.  You're my little bro and I gotta take care
of you."

   The burning is fading.  Still there but now just a dull heat in the
background.  I lean over to kiss Riley again when I hear my Papa call out,
"Break up this love fest.  We want to see the ball piercing."

   "Yeah!" my uncle yells, "pierce the faggot's balls!" God how I hate the
man now.  I don't like my Papa, but he's been mean to me like forever.  But
Uncle Tony?  He's a fucking traitor.  Master Don pushes Riley and me apart.
Master Ralph hands Riley another hot sauce smeared fish hook.  He grabs my
sack and pulls it taut so both my balls are bunched together.  It feels
like a slow kick to the balls.  I feel like I'm going to puke but I hold it
back.

   "Do it as fast as you can, Riley," I urge.  "You really got to push
hard, though."

   Riley takes a deep breath and gently grasps my almond sized right nut.
Well, small almond.  Another deep breath.  This one held.  The point of the
hook pierces my ball sack and immediately pokes against the hard tissue of
my ball.  Time seems to stand still but I know he's trying to go fast. 
Then the pain.  Unbelievable, searing, gut twisting pain.  Hard pulling
through my tiny ball.  It feels like someone's crushing my testicle under
his heel.  I can't hold my guts any longer and I puke all over Riley.

   "It's okay, Bray-Bray.  I got it through," Riley whispers.  The hot
sauce is taking effect.  It burns, but not so much in my testicle.  More
like in my entire lower parts.  And my tummy.

   I need time to recuperate but Riley needs to get his torture over.  He
grabs my left nut and the pain starts all over again.  Then, blackness.

   The darkness slowly fades into the bright lights of the torture room. 
I'm coughing and sputtering from the smelling salts have brought me around
to searing pain in both my tortured nuts.  My entire scrotum is on fire. 
My gut aches and my rear end is moist.  From the smell I can tell I've
soiled myself with what little I had inside.

   "Little baby pooped himself," a woman's voice calls out from one of the
monitors.  Unconsciously I swipe my hand back there to see how bad it is.
Just clear-ish fluid.  Nothing really poopy.  Just that awful fishy-poopy
smell fills the air around me.  Through the fading haze I see a woman who
could be one of my schoolmate's moms.  Except she's naked and has a naked
child's head pressed into her privates.  I can't tell if it's a boy or a
girl, but it's got short hair and the body looks like a boy's shape.  I
guess maybe 5 or 6.

   "Let's get on with the entertainment," the woman says.  "I paid good
money to see these boys tortured.  So give me my money's worth!"

   Master Ralph smiles and say, "I'm not going to have Riley do the last
piercing.  There's too much chance he'll rip off your puny pricklet.  Don't
want to do that.  Yet.  We got plans for that stupid little girl clit you
piss with.  I think you'll like it."

   He motions Master Matts over.  The big German pulls me up by my hair. 
Master Jim takes hold of it and keeps me standing on shaky legs.  The
German grabs my dink in the middle.  I look down.  How the fuck could I
still be hard?  So very, very hard.  After all that pain.  I glance at
Riley.  His two-inches are super hard as well.  Neither of us has lost a
bit of bone.  Whatever they shot into us is really good.  Like super
Cialis. There's no way I woulda stayed hard with just Cialis with all the
pain.

   Master Matts roughly pushes my skin back from my dink head.  Then he
pinches it to open my peehole.  I don't want to watch but for some reason I
can't look away.  Thank goodness there's not hot sauce on the fish hook. 
Riley has scooted a little closer too.  The steadicam is is catching
everything.

   Master Matts slowly inserts the barbed point of the fish hook into my
pee hole and slowly works its way down my shaft.  The barb scratches me
inside but it's not too bad.  When he's about halfway down my shaft he
changes the angle and slowly starts piercing the shaft.

   It doesn't hurt that much.  Really it doesn't.  Nowhere near as much as
the ball piercing.  In fact, I kinda like it.  Like it so much that just as
the big nasty barb pierces through my shaft, I shiver and scream in an
incredible orgasm.  Bright red then violet pain.  I shake all over and
slump down.  Master Jim keeps his iron grip on my hair.  My body weight
yanks me down.  He jerks my body around by my hair, making it feel like I'm
being scalped.  This pain -- the pain of my hair being roughly jerked
around -- is yellow like the piss thats squirting out two places from my
dick.  Two wonderful piss holes.  Great soaring, shit fucking pain. 
Somehow everything up to now is worth it.

   "Would you look at the little cunt whore I made," my Papa says from the
monitor.  "Pain freak.  I shoulda been doing this stuff to him when he was
a baby."

   Uncle Tony chimes in, "You were, Bill.  Remember?  Not as bad, but you
used to get the little poopoo baby screaming good.  You stopped when you
were afraid he'd be able to tell someone."

   "Fuck, bro, you're right.  Sorry I stopped, now.  Fuck.  I'm so horny
now.  This stuff you guys gave us is awesome." This last is directed at
Master Ralph and the other men in the room.  "I'm gonna try out its lasting
power.  Tony, you want to join me a dry fuck?" "Shit yeah, man.  I'm about
to bust a nut.  But I want to wait until the boys are on the racks.  Okay?"

   "Can't wait, man.  This little brat on my lap is gonna feel it good."

   With that my Papa lifts pale skinned little boy up at arms length.  He's
facing out so I can clearly see the tear streaked face and the red, red
eyes.  He's been bawling a long time, for sure.  Then Papa reaches his
muscled, tatted arm right around the little dude's chest, real tight like.
Papa grabs his precum dripping cock and lines it up with what's got to be
the little guys anus.  He lifts the boy up a little more then plunges him
down with one solid shove.  Papa's fat 7 inches must be buried all the way
to his pubes.

   The little guy's eyes open wide but nothing happens for maybe 10
seconds. Then he opens his mouth as wide as it'll open and lets go a silent
scream.  His head is whipping back and forth wildly.  Then the scream
breaks through the pain.  It trumpets from the monitor and echoes
throughout the room.  I watch horrified, fascinated, as Papa is pumping him
up and down like a big jack-off doll.

   Suddenly another chorus of screams from the torture room joins the
little boy's.  I spin my head to see Riley clawing at his junk.

   "Get it off me.  Get it off," he's now screaming.  "It's ripping me up!"

   While I was watching my Papa rape the little guy on the screen, Master
Ralph had attached a combo ball stretcher/cock ring onto Riley's tiny
equipment.  I recognize the type.  I've had them on me.  They're made small
for us small boys.  The ball strap squeezes real tight.  And it's got sharp
little points on the inside.  Not big enough to cause any serious damage,
but sharp enough to hurt like a motherfucker.  Master Don lifts Riley's
arms up and Master Jim is attaching two leather cuffs to each upper arm. 
As I gawk, I can feel the same thing being done to me.  The cuffs aren't so
bad.  They're kind of padded.  When I've been strung up with the kind that
aren't padded they cut into my circulation and hurt worse than these. 
These aren't gonna be so bad.  For me at least.  I don't think Riley's
going to like what's going to happen next.

   A buzzer sounds and another monitor jumps to life.  The sounds from Papa
and Uncle Tony's monitors soften a little bit but you can still hear the
poor little guy yowling.  Two men on the new are spit roasting a boy about
my age on a gym mat.  You know what that is, don't you?  Spit roasting? 
One's got his cock up the boy's pussy.  The others got his down the boy's
throat.  All the way.  The boy's struggling weakly and turning blue.  The
man fucking him is driving into so hard that the the cock in his mouth is
being slammed relentlessly into his throat.  I figure the boy kid's a
goner.

   "Let's get on with it," the man fucking the boy says.  "I wanna see
these two whores swinging and screaming."

   "Fuck yeah!" the other man yells, pulling his cock out of the kid's
throat.  It's gotta be at least 7 thick inches.  The boy collapses onto his
head gasping for air then pukes onto the mat.  The man lifts him by his
hair and rams his hard cock back into the kid's throat.  "Shit, I love this
stuff you gave us, Ralph.  I haven't lost my hardon for 3 hours and it
takes forever to cum.  Once I do, though, I'm ready to go again right
away."

   Master Ralph laughs.  "Yeah it's good shit, ain't it.  We all took it
too.  These poor, little brats ain't gonna get a rest for a long, long
time."

   Almost as if on cue, Riley and me are both grabbed by our hair and
dragged underneath the two racks.  Ropes are attached to the cuffs around
our upper arms and we're pulled in unison so that we're just on tiptoes,
facing each other.  Riley's stunned but silent.  Not so the little guy that
Papa's raping.  The monitor's sound has been turned up a little bit so that
his screams are like background music.

   Next thing I know, Master Matts is attaching weights to the fish hooks
in my nipples.  He then snips them, getting them swinging.  I try not to
yell.  I fail.  But my shouts can barely be heard over Riley's.  Master Jim
has attached weights to his titty clamps and has them swinging as hard as
mine are.

   I know what's coming next.  I gulp down my pain and set my teeth.  No
more yelling from me.  I'll be fucked if I'm going to add to the chorus of
screams filling the room.  I'm right.  Next Master Matts puts weights on my
balls and then on the hook that pierces my penis.  He coddles the weights
gently, holding them up so I can't feel the weight.  Master Jim does the
same for Riley.  Master Matts and Master Jim look at each other, nod, and
then roughly toss the weights down.  The iron taste of blood fills my
mouth. I'm biting my lip so hard to keep from yelling out.  Riley doesn't
even try to hold back.  He's writhing in pain, but his movements make all
the weights swing.

   Finally, Riley quiets down.  His head's slumped on his chest.  The only
sounds in the room are the sobs and pleading of the boy impaled on my
Papa's cock.  For the first time I hear him speak.  "Pweeze no moah. 
Pweeze no moah.  It huhts.  It huhts.  Pweeze stop."

   Then the pulleys.  Master Ralph has taken Master Matts' place and Master
Don replaces Master Jim.  They're pulling both me and Riley up roughly,
making sure the trip is jerky and the weights dangling from us swing
around. Riley's head jerks upward as if he just woke up.  Remarkably, he's
not yelling.  His dink is super hard.  In fact, it's never lost one ounce
of hardness.  Mine neither.  It looks like Riley's deliberately bouncing
and jerking around.  Fuck!  Why's he doing that?  It's gotta hurt so much
more that way.  Then he starts shaking and jerking.  I know the pain in his
balls, in his dink must be tremendous.  He opens his mouth and yowls.  But
it's not a cry of pain.  He's orgasming.  He's cumming.  Little dude is
cumming from the pain.  My little bro-little sis is cumming hard from all
the pain surging through his body.

   I'd like to cum like Riley, but it's not enough yet.  Not enough pain.I
try jerking around as I'm pulled upward.  My tits are being stretched and
pulled by the weights.  My balls are on fire from being swung around on the
brutal fish hooks.  My dickie feels like it's ripping.  I swing and jerk
harder.  Nothing yet.  Then the ride upward stops.

   Rough hands attach the cuffs to the top of the rack.  Must be Master
Matts doing it.  Master Jim is doing the same to Riley.  He's hanging limp
now, wiped out by the pain-induced orgasm that wracked his body.  I've
stopped jerking around, too.  While Master Matts finishes his task, Master
Ralph ties rough rope around my ankles then ties my legs to the side bars
of the rack spreading my legs apart as far as they'll stretch and then
some. I've been turned into a wishbone.  I glance up.  Riley's been
similarly stretched and tied.  His head remains slumped onto his chest.

   Next, Master Ralph reaches up to my tits.  He strings long, thin nylon
cords through the holes in both fish hooks.  He attaches cords to the holes
in the hooks piercing my balls and my dink.  I don't like where this is
going.  He hands the cords to Master Don.  Master Don attaches the cords to
Riley.  My titty hooks to Riley's titty clamps.  My ball hooks to rings on
Riley's ball stretcher.  He pulls the cords taut so that there's no play in
them at all.  Then tying them off, he pulls so Riley's and my tits and
balls are pulled straight out from our bodies.  With our legs tied to the
rack, it feels like we're about to have the tender parts ripped off. 
Searing, red pain shoots through my pierced parts.  Riley jerks his head
up, his eyes bug out, and he chokes back a scream.

   One last cord to be tied.  This one Master Ralph has the honor of doing.
He yanks the cord that's tied to the hook in my penis, pulling my erection
down so it points at the ground and not at the heavens.  Keeping the cord
as tight as he can so the fish hook feels like it's going rip right through
my penis flesh, he wraps it around Riley's tiny boy dink.  Knot after knot
squeeze his tiny bonerette, cutting off the circulation.

   "Keep him up there long enough," my Papa pants continuing to sodomize
the little tyke's bloody anus, "and he'll get his wish to be a girl."

   Uncle Tony laughs.  "Yeah, Ralph, if you cut if off and cook it, save
some for me.  Course, it's so tiny, you probably won't have much to share."
He lifts the little Mexican kid from his lap, lowers the recliner he's
sitting in and puts the kid in doggy.  The boy collapses, so Uncle Tony
lifts him back up.  Another collapse.  Uncle Tony jabs two fingers in the
boy hole and lifts the beautiful brown boy back into doggy.  Yes, trussed
and tied as I am, I can see just how beautiful he is.  I wish he were my
brother.  I wish both boys were my brothers.  
The tyke knows what's
coming.  "No!  No!  No me jodas.  No me jodas no mas." I know enough
Spanish to know the boy's screaming, "Don't fuck me anymore." Uncle Tony
turns the kid around, still impaled on his fingers, to show the bloody,
poopy mess that surrounds his kiddy cunt.

   "Blood and shit.  The best fucking lube for fucking' a no-longer-virgin
Mexi-whore's cunt." Uncle Tony yanks him back around, props him back up in
doggy, and counts to three.  On three he rams his cock into the little
brown boy's brown eye.  His voice joins the screams of the boy near by who
my Papa is raping brutally.  That chorus is increased by Riley's and my
howls as we're each simultaneously rammed by steel hard cocks.  I'm hoping
Riley has some of the lube left in his gut from when I fucked him.  All
that I've got is blood and a little poop from the butt plug they'd ripped
out of me.

   Okay, I gotta tell you.  I love being fucked hard.  Brutally in fact. 
But the cords on my tits, balls, and dink take all the pain away from my
ass where I want it.  Rough hands grab me around the waist.  Rough hands
grab Riley around his waist.  It's like watching my own brutal rape in a
mirror that shrinks everything like a Fun House mirror.

   Like they've planned what they're going to do, our fuckers start
slamming into us.  In three good thrusts, my fucker -- don't know and don't
care which of the rapist masters it is -- has his thick rod all the way
inside my shitter.  A couple of more thrusts and Riley's filled all the way
too.  I can tell by the way he looks and the way the bleary man behind him
moves.

   Then the really hard fucking begins.  They're timing it perfectly. 
Every slam into me is matched by one into Ri-Ri.  Every time they jam into
us, Riley and me are pulled apart, ripping at my hooks, yanking at his
bound-up boy parts.  His normally teeny ball sack looks stretched to like 4
or 5 inches.  Blood is dripping from my titties and my balls.  My dink
piercing is flowing strong.

   I don't know how long I've been raped and tortured, but it feels like
hours.  Probably more like 20 or 30 minutes.  Riley hasn't stopped
screaming the entire time.  Neither have the two little guys being raped by
Papa and Uncle Tony.  My throat is raw, so I guess I've been howling too.
Fuck!  That stuff they took makes them last forever.  I try concentrating
on squeezing my ass and rectum on my rapist's cock.

   "The little fuck whore trying to make me cum," my rapist yells.  It's
Matts.  I can tell by his accent.  He grabs the cords attached to me and
pulls them upward so my body arches forward.  Riley's too.  Even eight feet
way, I can see his penis being stretched unbelievably forward.  My pain is
excruciating, worse than anything I've felt before.  I can feel the hook in
my penis ripping through flesh.  Then a jam, thrust, pull out, jam in
again, slam.  And a bear hug that keep me from breathing.  He's cumming in
me.  The brute raping Riley slams a bit more and then he, too, seems to be
filling my little brother's colon with his jizz.

   Matts takes a few hard breaths then relaxes his grip on me.  Now I'm
filling up inside.  My guts are being flooded with his piss.

   Master Jim -- now I can see he's my brother's torturer -- yells, "You
pissin' in him too?"

   Then abruptly, all the monitors darken.  A few seconds later, the room
goes black as well.  Suddenly a loud bang and the pain I feel sharpens and
courses all through my body.  Matts rips his cock out of me and the piss
inside gushes out, splashing on the floor.  Through the darkness I can hear
a similar flood from eight feet away.  I'm sure Riley's been freed of the
cock that was raping him, too.  I can hear the voices of our captors
yelling and then the sound of struggles and electric bug zappers from all
around the room.

   I hang there waiting for whatever fate awaits us.  I know it can't be
good.  Then, amid the sounds of struggle, the tension on my titties, my
balls, and -- thank gawd -- my penis is gone.

   The lights come on.  Our four torturers are all on their bellies on the
floor.  Handcuffed.  Two appear to be unconscious.  Seven other men are
moving deliberately around the room.  I recognize four.  Scout Master
Chris, Scout Master Tim, and Scout Master Nick and Darrell, my beautiful
big, black man from my deflowering almost four years ago.  He's wearing the
uniform of our local police and so are three other men I don't recognize.

   Scout Masters Chris and Darrell come to my rack.  Scout Masters Tim and
Nick go to Riley.  Tears pour down Riley's cheeks, but they're happy tears.
I can tell.  I know Riley.  Scout Master Chris -- no, not Scout Master
Chris, "Daddy" -- holds my legs gently while Darrell unties them.  Working
together, they lower me gently until I'm lying on the ground.  I can't
imagine anything as gentle as how they lowered me except for how gently
Scout Masters Nick and Tim lowered Riley.

   Daddy and Darrell kneel beside me and kiss me gently.  It's then I
realize I'm crying as hard as Riley is.  There's another man kneeling
beside me now.  He's opened a backpack and shoots something in my arm.  The
scene around Riley mirrors mine almost exactly.  Kisses.  Shots.  Care. 
Love.

   I drift off to sleep.

   Epilogue

   It's been almost four days since Daddy and the other guys rescued Riley
and me.  I've been in bed the whole time.  Can't even get up to poop.

   Explain this to me, will ya?  I've played lots and lots of pee and poop
games with my clients.  So why do I get embarrassed using a bed pan?  Even
when it's my beloved, freaky brother Taylor.  Well, I don't pee in the
bedpan.  I pee through a tube in my dink.  I'll do that until all the
stitches there can come out.  Dr.  Jones said that will be another week. 
But I get to get up today and walk around.  They warn me I'll be hella
wobbly.  But Riley will be there for me.

   It's funny.  My sissy boy/sissy girl brother got better faster than me.
Seems like the hook through my dink wasn't clean and I got a bad infection
from it.  But I'm better now.  And living with Daddy, Riley, Taylor...

   Wait a minute, I'm getting ahead of myself.  Here's what happened.

   Scout Master Nick was supposed to pick Riley and me up from our sales
trip.  Just like I said.  But my asshole Uncle Tony called and told him
he'd pick us up.  Scout Master Nick wasn't really happy with that, but he
was my uncle and I'd always talked nice about him.  So Scout Master Nick
felt he had to agree.

   Nick went back to the Scout House and told Daddy about the call but also
told him about how it didn't feel right.  So daddy got the Scout Masters
together to look for us.  When they got to the house we got kidnapped at,
my asshole Papa's car was outside.  They watched for about 30 minutes and
nobody came out with us.  Daddy knew there was a problem.

   So they drove a little bit away and called some friends of theirs. 
Cops. Can you believe it!  Like Daddy says, when you've got the money he's
got, you get all sorts of useful friends.  He also called a couple of
doctors he knows.  Dr.  Jones and Dr.  Jones.  Yeah, right.

   The cops picked the locks.  They used infrared sensors to find where we
were.  Only they spotted two places in the McMansion where there were
people.  Two small images and four large ones downstairs.  And it was
obvious that what was happening wasn't good.  But they got images of two
big and two small people upstairs.  So two cops went up there.  One other
cop -- turns out a woman cop!  -- was responsible for cutting power to the
place.  And the big group -- the Scout Masters, Darrel, and the other three
cops attacked the basement when the lights went out.

   Most of the rest you know.  The doctors came in as soon as the coast was
clear and took care of me and Riley.  Oops.  Sorry, Riley and me.  I know
you can guess who the other men upstairs were.  Yeah, my asshole Papa and
asshole Uncle Tony.  Only asshole's too good a word for them cuz assholes
are fun.

   Turns out they'd got paid a FUCK LOT OF MONEY for us to be tortured. 
And you know what?  They got paid for the guys to kill us.  Same with the
two boys they were raping on screen upstairs.

   Those two kids.  Antonio and Teddy.  Antonio was an 8 year street kid
from Mexico.  No folks.  Teddy.  Well it's real sad.  He's 9 but so
underfed he looks 6.  His mom sold him for a week's worth of dope.  So
remember how I said I kinda wished they were my brothers?  Well, they are!
Daddy's adopted them.  And Riley.  And me.  Yippee!

   Daddy says that Papa and Uncle Tony won't ever bother me again.  They
and our torturers will go on trial in a couple of years.  If they survive
jail, that is.

   One last thing.  Well, two.  Riley decided he likes his dick too much to
become a girl.  He's also decided he likes the stuff I like.  If it's not
too hard, that is.  Even the brown room stuff.

   So now I got a real Daddy who's not real like my Papa but real because
he loves me.  I still get to play at all the great games I really love to
play at the Scout house.  I still can have clients if I want, and I do. 
Riley's starting to feel pretty good about who he is -- a sissy boy who
likes to play at being a girl.  We both have decided to keep taking the
puberty suppression stuff for now.  Maybe when I get older I'll want hairy
balls and a huge dick.  For the next few years, I think I'll like being a
little boy down there.

   Will Riley and I live happily ever after like in the fairy tales?  Who
know?  But I'm happy right now and that's what's important.

   That's it for now.  I'll be writing more about my borther and me.  Keep
looking.  Okay?


   antoniogreen@writeme.com