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   The Amazing Boy Race- Episode 1, Part 4



   Reverend Thompson locks the door behind him as he heads into the
basement of his house.  He leaves his wife and daughters behind, as he
doesn't want anyone near him when he sits down in front of the TV to watch
the next episode of The Amazing Boy Race: Season 9.



   As he goes down the stairs into the dark room, he finds he is shaking.
His blood feels like hot fire in his veins.  Tonight could be the night
when Reverend Thompson has to watch his own little boy, poor little Peter,
on the world's most popular boy sex show.



   The pastor settles onto the couch, nervously channel surfing as he waits
for the show to begin.  He thinks back to the last time he saw his boy
Peter.  It was only a few weeks ago, but so much has changed since then.



   It was a hot day in Texas, and the Reverend was performing a sermon in
front of a full audience at his church.  He was just getting to the part of
his message when he condemned all of the men who had turned to boys for sex
in the past few years, when the doors to his cathedral came crashing open.



   His heart sank when he saw the recruiters.  The man in front of the pack
wore a fancy suit, but all of the men behind him were Boy Sex Officers,
dressed in their police garb.  The man in the suit marched straight for
Reverend Thompson, flashing his badge.



   "Mr.  Thompson, your son has been selected for a show on the Boy Sex
Network.  He'll be coming with us now.  Check your schedule to see what
time his show will be aired, otherwise all contact with your son now ceases
until further notice."

   The reverend had tried to scream, but he was immediately knocked down by
some of the big, strong, muscular Boy Sex Police Officers.  Several other
of the beefy cops restrained the men in congregation.  Then the two biggest
officers of all came forward and plucked little Peter up from his seat at
the front pew, and dragged the boy away.



   The last memory of his son was seeing the little kid dragged out of his
church, screaming and reaching out for his daddy, as the Amazing Boy Race
Recruiters dragged him away.  The monsters ripped off the boy's clothes and
had him in his little Spiderman underwear.  They threw the kid ass up into
the passenger seat, slammed the door, and they were gone.



   Now Reverend Thompson has so many questions.  Why his only son?  Why
his? How many sins has my son committed since they took him?  What evil
things are those men doing to my poor little baby boy?



   Reverend Thompson turns the Boy Network just in time to catch Dylan's
face welcoming the crowd.  Just looking at the hunky host and what he's
wearing makes Reverend Thompson's heart sink.



   And yet, suddenly the pastor has a new question to struggle with.  Why
does the fact that he KNOWS he's about to watch his own son get tortured
for happy viewers at home, Make his heavy, veiny, 9 inch cock so fucking
ROCK HARD??





   DYLAN: Gentleman, start stroking those dicks!  It's time for the next
episode of the Amazing Boy Race: Season 9!



   The crowd erupts as Dylan saunters onto stage.  His costume is
outrageous.  The 20-something stud is practically naked, save for a tiny
black speedo that can barely contain his cock.  In fact, his thick,
semi-soft cock head slips out the left thigh just a bit.  His muscular ass
cheeks bulge underneath the fabric.



   Between the young pervert's muscular, sweaty, smooth pecs rests a golden
cross attached to a chain around his neck.  The host of The Amazing Boy
Race is also wearing a clerical collar, much like the ones worn in the
sacred Vatican.  But this j has ABR Season 9 written on it.  Within minutes
of the show's opening, collars like his sold on the ABR website are sold
out.



   DYLAN: We have an AMAZINGLY hot and intense show tonight, so let's not
jibber jabber.  It's time to welcome our next boy and his mentor.  Come on
out!



   A tall, trim, ripped man saunters on stage, and the audience gasps.  The
man looks just like Jesus Christ.  His long dark hair frames his Arabic
face, hooked nose and trim beard.  He looks like he stepped out of the
bible, completely naked.  His six pack and hard pecs are covered in a
thick, curly black layer of fur, but he is by far the thinnest of all of
the mentors so far.  Still there's no question this Christ-like perv stud
is strong, powerful and, judging by his face, plenty mean.



   The mentor's massive cock is not to be ignored.  It sticks up straight
against his abs, reaching well above the man's belly button.  The cut,
hairy prick throbs with veins, and it seems to just SCREAM out JEW COCK. 
His heavy low-hangers resemble what Christ's balls would have looked like,
had Jesus been a child-fucker.



   Over his shoulder he carries the next contestant, little Peter, only
8-years-old.  A Christian boy captured from his quaint existence.  Now the
child finds himself on live TV, half passed out.  As he enters, the camera
zooms in on Peter's smooth, pale white butt, which is fully on display for
millions of happy viewers.  And man has that hole been ravaged!



   Peter's Christian slop hole hangs open, throbbing red and pulsating.  It
looks like it's trying to close, but whatever what shoved inside the little
Christ lover did too much damage.  And yet, the audience can clearly see
that there is no cum inside the kid.



   The Jesus mentor throws the kid to the floor.  Peter is clearly out of
it, because the little slut boy just lies there, completely unaware that
millions of men are jerking their giant cocks just looking at his sorry
state.  Peter's mentor shoves his foot into the boy's face, forcing the kid
to roll over and look at the cameras.


DYLAN: Jesus Christ!  What did you do to that kid?



   MENTOR: Well Dylan, as I'm sure you know, Peter comes from a very
sheltered background.  He was never allowed any fun by his big mean pastor
daddy!  But I saved him from all that.  I decided to show Peter how much
fun sin can be.


DYLAN: What exactly do you mean?



   MENTOR: Well, I thought to myself, 'What's the most SINFUL place on
earth?" And then I thought, where can you have more fun than Amsterdam's
Red Light district?



   This receives some knowing laughs and cheers from the crowd, and even
Dylan himself is applauding.  The mentor just smiles as the camera fades
out to Peter's first event.



   The camera zooms in on a big storefront window.  The shop is called
KIDDY TOYS R' US with a tagline that reads 'Where we make torture fun for
your boys!" A red velvet curtain parts at the back of the storefront
window, and suddenly little innocent Peter appears, wearing his signature
black leather dog collar adorned with silver spikes.



   The naked appearance of an 8-year-old boy in the window instantly grabs
the attention of any man near by, and by the time the mentor takes off the
boy's blindfold, a group of 10 men are already staring at him, drooling
over his naked body.



   The is buck naked except for the cock ring he's wearing, which of course
matches the collar around Peter's neck.  His heavy cock is already rock
hard, and the Jesus figure is wearing a big smile.  He steps up onto a
soapbox and calls out to the crowd in Dutch.  Poor Peter can barely hear
what the man in saying, but he can tell by the crowd's reaction that it's
probably something scary.



   MENTOR (in Dutch): Gentlemen!  Gentlemen!  Step right up!  WE have an
amaaaazing show for you today!  We are going to demonstrate 5 of our MOST
POPULAR ITEMS here at Kiddy Toys R' Us, and we have a REALLY slutty guest
start to help us out!  That's right guys, you're all now going to be part
of The Amazing Boy Race: Season 9



   The crowd has grown to about 50 men, all of them looking like total
lusty assholes.  They are a burly crowd, varying in age, race and
appearance.  Some are fully dressed, some are in leather outfits, some are
smoking joints, but they are all clearly hungry and THRILLED to be part of
this show.



   MENTOR (in English): And we're gonna let little our little Christian
virgin Peter here pick his own toys!  Peter, can you hear me in there,
little guy?


PETER: Uhh...yes.



   Peter looks terrified, slowly eyeing all of the men.  He's used to being
on stage, after all, he's a minister's kid and they have to know how to
work a crowd.  But this crowd is terrifying!  His eyes widen each time one
of the men in the crowd unzips and pulls out yet another throbbing,
adult-sized cock.  The kid has never seen any other dick, besides his own
and his mentor's.



   MENTOR: Good.  Listen sweetie, we're gonna let you pick out your toys.
Look on the wall to your right, there, you'll see 10 cards.  Pick one that
sounds interesting to you, and we'll start with that toy.



   Peter examines the wall for a moment, looking up at the 10 cards pasted
in front of him.  He looks confused, and turns back to his mentor.


PETER: But these are all in a different language!


MENTOR: That's not my problem.


PETER: But how can I know what I'm picking?



   MENTOR: You know, Peter.  You can't just expect every country to speak
your language.  It's always best to learn a language before you visit a new
place.  Not everyone is just going to speak English.  I know you're a dumb
slut from the worst state in the U.S., but you should have at least tried
to learn some Dutch before you decided to come on our show.  So pick a
card.


PETER: But IMENTOR: PICK A CARD!



   Close to tears, Peter turns back to the wall of cards.  He deliberates
for a long moment while men from the crowd shout out suggestions.  Of
course, they're all yelling in Dutch, so it does the slut no good.  He
picks a card near the top and holds it up for his mentor to see.



   MENTOR: Ah, excellent!  Good choice, Peter!  You've picked Popperz for
Kidz, a great product.  Now, I'll just have to pick a volunteer from the
audience to help us teach little Peter here how to use those fantastic sex
drugs.


PETER: Sex drugs??  No way!  I don't do drugs - Daddy says they're bad.



   The mentor and the men laugh and completely ignore Peter's whining.  The
mentor turns to the crowd and asks for volunteers.  Of course all the guys
raise their hand.


MENTOR: Hmm....let's see.  How about...you?



   The mentor points to a man standing in the front.  The guy's face lights
up as he steps forward.  He is about 6'5 and has blonde hair, pale skin. 
His long arms are veiny and bulge with clearly defined muscles, but he is
trim for the most part.  He looks classically Dutch, particularly when he
inhales and breathes out smoke from the big fat joint he's smoking.



   Speaking of big fat things, the man has unzipped his jeans and pulled up
his t-shirt to reveal a giant cock plunging forward out of a bush of
trimmed blonde pubes.  He slowly jerks the foreskin back and forth over the
angry purple mushroom head, working up a froth of precum.



   MENTOR: You sir.  We'll give a local a chance to start things off.  Tell
us a little about yourself.



   ADRIAN: Hi.  My name is Adrian.  I'm from here, the Netherlands, and I
speak some English.  I'm 32 years old and my cock is 9.5 inches long.  I'm
very excited to be on the Amazing Boy Race!  It's my favorite American TV
show.



   MENTOR: That's great.  Head on into the store and they'll show you where
to go.  Remember, there are no rules, just focus on teaching Peter
everything he needs to know about Popperz for Kidz, and make sure our
audience here wants to buy some when you're done!



   When Adrian reemerges in the store window with Peter, he's dropped his
clothing and it looks like his prick has grown another two inches.  He's
holding a big box full of poppers bottles, and he pulls one out and holds
it up to the camera.



   The camera zooms in on the little brown bottle, which reads POPPERZ FOR
KIZ in big, bubbly, colorful letters.  There is a cartoon image of a young
child on his back, covered in man slime, smiling, with a wide, empty look
in his eyes.



   The Label Reads: HEY KIDZ!  ARE YOU KRAVING SOME OOIE GOO KUM?  WELL
THEN TAKE A WHIFF OF THIS BOTTLE, AND YOU'LL GET WHAT YOU DESERVE.



   Of course, because the company that makes Popperz4Kidz is based in
Amsterdam, the label is all in Dutch.  But Peter must suspect something
insane is going on, judging by the picture on the bottle.



   Wordlessly, Adrian smiles and sets the bottle on the floor.  Then, still
smiling at Peter, he takes a large fingerful of his precum froth off his
cock and shoves it into Peter's mouth.  Peter starts immediately gagging as
the man rubs the prefuck all over his gums.  His eyes go wide in shock as
he gets his first taste of sin in the form of a foreign stranger's white,
creamy precum hot off Dutch foreskin.



   MENTOR: Oh, how embarrassing!  He doesn't even suck on the finger!  And
he calls himself a slut!



   Adrian takes another swipe of precum off the head of his cock and shoves
it on to the boy's tongue, rubbing it in as he gags away.


ADRIAN: Ah, but don't worry!  Watch how his new toy works!



   Dutch God unscrews the cap of the poppers bottle and shoves it up young
Peter's nose.  Then he deftly plugs the kid's other nostril and clamps his
big hand over the kid's mouth.



   Peter had no choice but to take inhales of the terrifying, bizarre,
unreal substance.  The boy was turning into mush before the men's eyes. 
Adrian held the bottle there for a full minute!



   Peter fell to his knees as soon as the man let go.  He looked out at the
audience, almost unbelievingly, as if they weren't real, his eyes swimming,
staring out at the people in front of the store and his viewers around the
world.  And then Peter gave a half smile.



   BOOM.  Adrian wiped that smile off the boys face by shoving his cock in
the kid's mouth hole and smearing its gums with precum.  Peter swoons,
falls forward and opens his mouth.  He begins sucking on the cock head
going MMMM, MMM!  as he sucks like a baby on a bottle.  He hears the crowd
roar, looks at them, smiles again, and then begins licking the head of the
Dutch stranger's cock like it was a popsicle.



   Peter looks happy, slutty and a little zoned out as he licks and licks
at the precum, until slowly he comes back into reality.



   The boy is still worn out some, so Adrian knocks him down, and sits
squarely on the boys face.  His smooth pale ass cover's the boy's head, and
the hole is placed squarely over Peter's mouth.  He's facing the audience,
with his balls resting on Peter's forehead.  The boy starts yelling, but
he's muffled, and he keeps interrupting himself to gag.



   Adrian just smiles as he grabs the poppers bottle and unscrews it again.



   This time, the blonde God just dabs the poppers under the boy's
nostrils. The kid goes limp, but isn't quite licking ass to the man's
perfection, so for good measure, Adrian dumps some of the poppers into the
child's nose.



   The crowd goes wild as Peter's limp Christian arm swings back into life
and pulls on his tormenter's hips.  The slut is ridiculously hungry for
ass, and not just any ass.  Ass that was from some foreign stranger who
lives in the sinful city of Amsterdam!



   Peter munches ass to no avail, making grunting, piggish sounds as he
slurps on the adult's hole.  The man just sits there and watches, blowing
the smoke from his joint in the boy's face.



   The little slut is high off his ass, but the poppers begin to wear off
while his tongue is about two inches inside the man's hole.  He retracts,
begins gagging again, so the man stands up and bows, clearly proud that he
made such a good demonstration of the fantastic toy Popperz4Kidz!



   The crowd relaxes as Peter lays there panting, coming down from his
little kiddie popperz high.  He's not only soaring from his new toy - he's
also inhaled so much pot smoke that his mind is swimming.  He feels so
strange - like he never has before - and he just can't decide if he hates
it or loves it.  Mostly, he's afraid of it.



   MENTOR: Wakey, wakey, little Peter!  You're far from done.  Get up now,
it's time to pick out your next card.



   Peter stumbles to his feet.  Minister's kids are very obedient by
nature, and the sound of a stern voice coming out of a man who looks like
Jesus is all that is needed to get those types of boys back in action.



   Wearily, he looks up at the wall of cards.  He's quiet now, stoned out
of his mind, but now fully aware that the next card he picks will be
crucial to his fate.  It doesn't help that the crowd is still screaming out
in Dutch, suggesting their favorites.



   Finally he reaches up and plucks an orange card off the wall from the
very center of the board.  The crowd erupts in cheers.



   MENTOR: Wow!  Good choice!  You're a little young, but I think we can
teach you how to use the Boy Urinal set!  Let's pick out your volunteers?
Who wants to help?



   The crowd is practically a mosh pit, all of them so anxious to be
picked. The mentor deliberates for a while, but suddenly a voice calls out
from the crowd louder than all the others.



   VOICE: DUDE!  You GOTTA pick us!  We've been looking for a bathroom for
an hour!


MENTOR: Come on up!



   From the back of the crowd, three college boys emerge.  They're high
fiving each other as they make their way forward, each one holding a beer.



   The boy in front, Kevin, is clearly the leader.  About 22 years old, the
stud is wearing a tight tank top that shows of his bulging, tan arms, and a
blue baseball cap turned backwards.  From underneath, shaggy brown hair
hangs around his forehead and covers a bit of his gray eyes.  Underneath
his sleeveless t-shirt his muscles ripple, but the biggest muscle of all
can be seen in his sweatpants.  They bear the logo of his college, and they
are already wet with a precum stain - it's clear he's not wearing any
underwear.



   Behind him is a tall drink of water named Ryan.  With a shaved head and
no shirt, the second boy is a completely cocky stud.  A tribal tattoo
streams down his side under his right arm, covering his right pectoral
muscle and half of his six-pack.  He's shirtless, with just a tiny athletic
backpack on.  He wears running shorts with the same insignia as his buddy -
and like his pal, he wears no underwear.  His cock matches him perfectly -
long and with an angry head, the outline of it can be seen snaking down his
left thigh.



   Finally, the last guy, David, seemed a little out of place.  Sure, he
was muscely and masculine like his buddies - but he seemed a little
nerdier. He wore a simple plain t-shirt and ripped up jeans.  He had a
neatly trimmed beard that matched the brown mop of hair on his head
perfectly.  Despite his demeanor, he was packing - in his jeans bulged a
thick cock that could be seen visibly throbbing by high definition Amazing
Boy Race cameras.



   When they reach the mentor, it's clear they're all a little drunk.  As
they face the crowd, their manliness washes over the whole area like a
tsunami.  These boys are randy.



   MENTOR: Well, well, well!  Looks like we have some American boys here!
Tell us about yourself!



   Kevin, the leader boy, clearly is in charge of his two pals.  He gives a
surly look into the camera as he grabs his hard on through his sweat pants.



   KEVIN: Hey guys.  We're here on spring break, and we had a wild fucking
night last night.  We still haven't been home, and we've been looking for a
place to piss so we can go get high.  But all the fucking toilets are
closed.  But...uh...looks like that might not be a problem any more?
MENTOR: Nope!  Problem solved!  That's what Peter is here for!  Come on
in guys!
All eyes turn to Peter, who is innocently banging on the glass, maybe
trying to get attention.  But it's no use - before he knows it, the three
college stallions have emerged from behind the curtain, and they form a

circle around him, squeezing their dicks menacingly.



   Kevin, the leader, steps forward and holds up a box.  Across the front
it reads THE BOY URINAL!



   Below is a picture of an adorable little boy of about Peter's age on the
floor between two urinals in a dirty bathroom somewhere.  He's smiling big
from the front of the box, and it's clear the kid has just been doused in
piss.



   Underneath the picture it reads: The BOY URINAL is guaranteed to turn
any piss hating child into a piss gulping whore!  Just screw it into his
throat and piss away!



   Of course, no one is around to read all this to Peter, so he just
watches wide eyed, on his knees, as the college stud opens the box and
pulls out a strange contraption.  It appears to be three funnels attached
to a long tube.  The tubing attaching the funnels is stiff, so they stick
straight up.



   Attached to the bottom of the tube is a mask with a locket on it.


PETER: Wah-what is that thing??


KEVIN: This thing is for your little slut mouth - see we're gonna -



   The nerdy boy, David, steps forward, stopping his pal in mid sentence.



   DAVID: Hey dude, cool it.  Let's not scare the poor guy - he'll figure
it out in a sec.



   The tattooed guy, Ryan, chimes in.


RYAN: Yeah, it'll be cool, just put it on him.



   The three athletic boys move at a faster-than-light speed, and in a
moment, Peter is being held by his arms by Ryan and David, and Kevin is
yanking his head back roughly.



   Kevin then rams the tube with the mask down Peter's gasping throat.  The
poor kid doesn't even get a chance to protest, gag, whimper and cry before
the black mask had been strapped on to him.  Kevin locked it in place, and
the boy could do nothing but take a crash course in how to deep throat
plastic tubing.


KEVIN: Voila!  Our boy urinal is ready!



   All three of the guys gasp in relief as they take their place in front
of the three funnels.  Suddenly it's clear why this is called a boy urinal
- the three college boys, with their backs to the crowd, look like they're
just at any old urinal together, taking a piss.



   Of course, the cameras are able to catch the men's front sides as well,
so the audience gets a good look at their dicks.  Kevin and Ryan have
pulled their sweatpants shorts down around their thighs, giving the
audience a nice view of their delicious, firm ass cheeks.



   From the front, it's clear both of them must get as much pussy as they
want.  They're dicks are semi hard - and still they both look insanely
huge. While Ryan's is long and uncut, Kevin's is a little shorter, but
girthier all around, with a big cut purple throbbing head.



   The bearded member of the trio, David, kept his jeans on, letting his
cock flop out his fly.  Unlike his semi-hard buddies, he's like a rock,
already dripping precum.  A message flashes across the bottom of the screen
to give the audience at home a better understanding of these boys:



   While both Ryan and Kevin have had lots of sex, David has never had his
dick anywhere near a boy slut like Peter.



   After a few agonizing moments, Kevin lets out a groan, throws his head
back and begins to piss.  That sets the other two boys off, but it quickly
becomes clear that rock-hard Kevin has to readjust.  The kid is so drunk,
he doesn't even realize his piss is going everywhere for a few seconds.  He
then takes a step back to align his golden stream with his funnel. 
Unfortunately, a lot of the wayward piss got on Peter, but that's life in
the Amazing Boy Race!



   Once the three streams are under control, it's only moments before the
yellow piss has cascaded down the three tubes that connect the three
funnels to the main tube.  The yellow, hot, beer-piss shooting out of the
college boys' cocks is pouring straight down into little Christian Peter's
tummy in no time, filling him up with the warm, gag-inducing liquid.



   But gag as he might, it doesn't do much good.  That tube is jammed in
his throat way too deep, and the padlocked mask keeps it firmly in place.



   The guys are sighing, throwing their head backs as they finally release
the gallons of piss they've been storing up since last night's drinking
fest.  They chat idly as they piss in the kid, ignoring him almost
completely, pretending not to hear his snorts and gulps.



   KEVIN: Ah dude I can still smell that pot the last guy was smoking.  We
gotta go get stoned after this.



   RYAN: Fuck yeah!  After pissing in this hole I'm gonna need to get
fucking baked.
DAVID: Uh..I don't know about you guys, but I wouldn't mind getting my
hands on some poppers either.  But not that kid stuff - too strong for me.



   RYAN: Fuck yeah that sounds great too.  Chicks dig poppers almost as
much as this little whore right here.



   KEVIN: Speaking of which, he's probably hungry for some more poppers,
don't you think?



   The crowd cheers as Kevin starts to look around for the poppers.  His
two buddies jump out of the way as he sprays his piss everywhere, leaning
over to pick up a fresh bottle.  Peter, trapped, can't go anywhere, and
gets a nice spray of piss in his hair.  When he sees his tormentor shaking
the bottle of Popperz4Kidz, he gets real wide eyed, and starts to shake his
head no.  The college boys just laugh.



   The ringleader of the boys, Kevin, reaches for another bottle, spraying
piss all over again, and tosses it to Ryan.  Peter's eyes widen again as he
watches the two boys shake their bottles then uncap them.  Poor David is
still rock hard and standing a few steps back, so he can only watch what
happens next.



   Simultaneously the two thugs give Peter a taste of the poppers that
drive him wild.  Ryan resorts to pouring the poppers on his thick finger,
then shoving his finger up the kid's nose and holding it there.  Kevin,
never to be out done, realizes he has picked up one of the bottles that has
an eyedropper in hit.  He begins sucking up the poppers solution in the
dropper and dropping it into the kid's open nostril.  In moments, Peter is
gone to the world of kiddy kink, a popper-induced stupor.



   As the child becomes more obsessed with poppers, the college stallions
make a shift in their plans.  Surprisingly, it is David, the quite, nerdy
friend, who steps forward with a surprising new development.


DAVID: Dudes, I gotta cum!!



   Without warning, the virgin college boy steps forward and shoots an epic
load out of his thick cock head.  His drunken piss slit opens wide to let
out the thick streams of man jizz directly into The Boy Urinal.



   Of course, upon seeing this, the other boys couldn't hold back.


RYAN: Oh GOD!  I gotta cum too !



   KEVIN: Aw, dude, go ahead, cause I'm gonna too!  I didn't realize how
horny I was until I got all that piss out.



   Even though David was still shooting rope after rope of sperm into the
Christian boy's mouth, the other two dudes stepped forward to add their
loads.  In moments, the little innocent child from the south was ingesting
three massive college loads.



   The boys are apparently so horny that the cum just flows, forming a
river thick and wet enough to cascade down little Peter's slut-Christian
throat-hole.  Of course, the little child-whore had no choice but to sip
and slurp on the cum milkshake, �'obediently�" taking the three massive
loads at once.



   Finally, the cum fountains stop spraying, and the crowd is so shocked by
the amount of sperm shot down Peter's throat that they're speechless.  The
three boys, now kind of quiet, step away, tucking their pricks into their
jeans, shorts, and sweatpants.



   As a grand finale, Kevin, the ringleader, stepped forward and unlocked
the padlock.  Then David, the quiet nerdy guy, came forward and ROUGHLY
ripped the tube out of Peter's throat.  The three college boys sauntered
away as the kid coughed, cried, gag and spit up on stage.


MENTOR: Time for the next toy!



   The crowd chatted while they waited nearly 10 minutes for Peter to rise
to his feet.  It seemed the crowd actually enjoyed watching the 8-year-old
panting, recovering from the taste of piss and cum, reeling from the
poppers, and still feeling sore from the tube being ripped out of his
throat.



   Slowly he stood, and showed off his little ass to the crowd as he
sleepily contemplated the cards on the wall.


MENTOR: That's right, little guy!  Time to pick another card!



   PETER: But - please sir, tell me, how many more cards do I have to
pick???



   MENTOR: Listen slut, you sound kind of stupid when you talk, so just
shut up and pick a card.



   Peter, being the moderately obedient child that he is, returns to the
wall of cards.  He listens to the crowd, but still he cannot make out
anything but chants in Dutch.  Randomly, he picks a green card from the
left-hand side.  The sick, perverted crowd erupts in cheers.



   MENTOR: You've picked the 'Puppy Boy Set!' Now let's get a volunteer,
QUICK!



   The mentor turns to the crowd, which is already roiling, shoving each
other roughly in order to be picked.  It only takes the mentor a moment,
however, to pick out his ideal man.  The Jesus mentor points to a man in
the middle of the crowd.  In an instant, the lucky hunk has taken his place
next to the mentor.



   The man standing there is a hulk, a beast.  The tall man is in his 40s
or 50s, hairy as can be, and a total leather daddy.  His name is Gunter.



   GUNTER: Hello!  I am from Berlin.  I am thrilled to be part of Amazing
Boy Race!



   Gunter barely speaks any English, but that doesn't matter.  It's clear
he is the perfect choice.  The tall man stands proud in front of the crowd,
a stark contrast from the last three contestants.



   Gunter is hairy from head to toe.  The bear wears nothing but a leather
X across his chest and a jock strap.  He is clearly one of those kinky,
sadistic bears from Germany that love to make anything and anyone squirm.
He's obviously the perfect choice for this next toy.



   With his cock ripping at the seams of his jock strap, Gunter disappears
into the store.  Moments later, he appears behind the still-stupefied
Peter, his 10.5 inch uncut cock now free from the constraints of the jock
strap.



   In his hand, he holds a large box.  On the front, yet another little boy
of Peter's age squats on all fours.  He seems to be half puppy - he has
fake ears, a black spot on his nose, and a newspaper in his mouth.  He is
busy sniffing at some very hairy man balls.



   Below the picture, it reads:



   PUPPY BOY SET:



   Have you ever wished that your child would just shut up and take a cock
like he's supposed to?  Well then the puppy boy set is JUST FOR YOU!  In
just one session, we GUARUNTEE your little guy will be as obedient as a
good doggie!  Just give him some time with the Puppy Boy Set and see what
we mean!



   Gunter smiles at the camera, then sets down the box and open it up.  He
reaches in and pulls out the items, displaying them first to trembling
Peter, then to the crowd, then to the cameras.



   First he pulls out a leash, long and black leather, to match Peter's
collar.



   Speaking of which, the second thing he pulls out is a new collar, almost
identical to the one on Peter's neck, except it has a strange black box on
it.



   Next, hairy Gunter pulls out a tightly wound newspaper.



   After that, the man reaches into he box and withdraws four big, deep,
silver doggie bowls.



   The next item in the box is a tightly wound newspaper, nice and thick.



   Finally, he pulls out a long tail made of thin whips, attached to a
skinny, ridged dildo.  Gunter smiles at this, shaking it at Peter
tauntingly.



   GUNTER: Ok faggot kid.  Now we have fun!  You are no longer a little
boy, now you are a puppy!  And you better act like one, or else you'll be
sorry.  Now let's start to play!



   In an instant, the big German bear threw his entire weight on his new
puppy, producing a very realistic yelp!



   In seconds, the dildo end of the doggie tail was shoved into Peter's
slack-jawed mouth.  He just shoved it in and ripped it out - the dildo was
a little wet.  Wet enough for a slut like Peter, anyway.



   Then, just as quickly, the thin dildo end was just buried deep into the
yelping, whimpering puppy boy's guts.  It was only about 6 inches long and
not even 3 inches thick, but I guess puppies are still kinda young so it
might hurt a little.



   In any event, Peter was overreacting.  He was yelping like a bitch in
heat.  And that just made every cock in the area larger.







   Back at home, Reverend Thompson shot his first load watching his son get
his Christian sphincter penetrated by a tiny ringed dildo.  The pastor's
throbbing God-like member pumped out the biggest load in its life.  The
same sperm that had created the little puppy on stage, on TV, shot up and
directly into the clergyman's eye.



   He managed to squint out of his other eye, though, because he saw what
happened next.  His little, beloved, innocent Peter was hoisted onto all
fours, and his little tail was wagging happily at daddy.  It was like
little Peter was saying "Hi Dad!" through the TV by wagging his dildo-whip
tail.



   Reverent Thompson started to cry, but then found that he was cumming
again, just as hard.  This time, he was smart enough to avoid his eye -
instead he drenched the TV screen in his holy cocksnot.



   He relaxed in his chair, watching his cum drip down the screen, coating
his son who was so far away and in such grave danger.  And he prayed to God
not to get another erection - to no avail.





   Still crushing little Petey, the massive Gunter reached snapped off the
Christian boy's dog collar in one try.  Then he reached for the new collar,
strapping it to the boy's neck.  It was like watching him set up a magic
show - the audience knew this was going to get GOOD.



   Finally Gunter stood up and addressed the boy in front of the crowd.


GUNTER: Speak, puppy.  SPEAK!



   Peter just looked up at the boy dumbly


GUNTER: I said SPEAK, puppy!  Come on, boy!  SPEAK!


PETER: What do you want me to -



   THWAP!  The newspaper comes down across Peter's little nose HARD, and
the bad puppy gives out a yelp of a boy in pain, not that of a puppy.



   THWAP!  THWAP!  Tow more hits for the dumb little slut puppy.



   GUNTER: FIRST of all, when I discipline you with your newspaper, you
yelp!  Don't wine like a puppy!  Second of all, puppies don't talk like
that.  Puppies bark.  No SPEAK puppy.



   Still, the dumb Christian kid didn't get it.  He wasn't known for his
brains, but he sure made an adorable puppy.



   THWAP THWAP THWAP



   Gunter turned to the crowd sheepishly, with an apologetic grin on his
face.



   GUNTER: See, you have to discipline puppies when they're young, or else
they'll never learn.  You have to be harsh, especially with the dumber
breeds like Peter here.  NOW SPEAK PUPPY!



   The roar of Gunter's voice seemed to whip Peter into shape.  The camera
zoomed in on his teary face as he went:


PETER: Arf!  Arf!



   The whole crowd goes, AWWWWW!!!  What a cute Puppy!  Dumb, but adorable!



   Gunter was shaking a bottle of Popperz4Kidz.


GUNTER: Here you go, puppy.  A treat.


PETER: No!  Not that bottle again!



   Sorry, Peter.  No one cares what you think.  Gunter has NO problem
shoving the bottle into the kid's now sore nostrils.  God, was there any
orifice they wouldn't penetrate today?  Nope.  Here's some foreshadowing,
reader: No orifice of Peter's will go unharmed today.



   Suddenly, Peter was up in the air.  Big Gunter had swept the boy up and
was carrying him out of the shop.  Was Peter being rescued!



   Gunter set the puppy down outside the door of the shop.


GUNTER: Go ahead, puppy.  You're free!



   Peter didn't waste any time.  The Christian boy was fast, even though he
was high as fuck on poppers.  He made a daring break for it, running free,
and only made about 10 feet before:



   ZAP!!!!  ZAP!  ZAP!



   The box on the puppy's collar grew hot red and Peter fell to the ground,
cringing.


GUNTER: See what happens if you try to leave me, puppy?  You get hurt.


PETER: I can make it out of here!



   Everyone laughs.  THWAP THWAP.


GUNTER: Prove it.



   The little puppy was off again, running toward the crowd.  To everyone's
surprise, he ran right through the zap and out the other side!  He screamed
like a bitch, but he made it!



   Unfortunately, he ran right into the hairy thighs and testicles of the
crowd.  It was only seconds before he was thrown back through the gate, ZAP
again!



   Youch!  Double zap!!





   Suddenly, the crowd grew quiet.



   Peter, whimpering, shocked, lay on the cobblestones in front of the
store.  Like a messy little puppy, he just shivered on the street for a
moment, with a rather adorable look in his eye.  He was still twitching a
little from the shocks.



   MENTOR: Oh my god!  OH MY FUCKING GOD!  I don't believe this!  Ladies
and gentlemen, look close!  I think we're about to have our first BOYGASM
for The Amazing Boy Race Season 9!
There were several audible gasps as the crowd drew in close, and the TV
cameras drew in even closer.  In an instant, the Jesus-like mentor appeared
at the Christian boy's side, shaking a bottle of Popperz4Kidz in one hand.

He was shaking away.



   MENTOR: Quick everyone, gather round!  Zoom in here.  See, our little
Christian slut - well it turns out that he's a bona fide slut after all! 
He's about to be the first boy this season to boygasm.  See how he's
quivering?  Hear that puppy-like whimper?  That just means he needs a
little help.



   Without further ado, the GOD OF A MENTOR was on top of the child,
pouring two healthy child-sized doses of Popperz4Kids directly into his
sweet, pale, Christian nostrils.  Yum!  Yum!



   Everyone waits with baited breath, eyes focused on his boy cock and ass,
waiting for the tell-tale (or in this case, puppy tail) sign of a boygasm.
But nothing came.



   Jesus-mentor was less than please.  Adding another few drops of poppers,
he quickly seized the boy's tail and YANKED it loose, exposing his now
almost fluorescent read, puckering boy hole, still mostly undamaged (for
now).



   MENTOR: Alright, here it comes!  Quick Gunter!  Grab the remote from the
Puppy Boy box and give him a good, hard shock!



   Gunter didn't have to be asked twice.


PETER: Noooo!  OH GOD MY HEAD!  MY BRAIN!  MY-MY-MY BODY!



   ZAP ZAP ZAP



   PETER: AHHHHHHH!!!!  DADDY HELP ME!!!  JESUS HELP ME!!!!  WHAT IS
HAPPENING TO ME?????



   After that, Peter's screaming became incoherent.  The camera zooms in
tightly on the puckering hole of the Christian Slut Whore Whiney Piece of
Shit Child.



   Pulse, Pulse, Pulse



   Peter was sounding like he was having a demon fucking ripped from his
body.  He was making noises out of the fucking Exorcist.



   Pulse, Pulse, Pulse



   The tiny hole was simply spasming out of control with the force of
Peter's whorish boygasm.  It was almost comical the way the little
half-virgin slit opened and closed.



   MENTOR: Well would you look at that!  Peter's hole is so happy to be
boygasming, it's winking at you!  I bet it's winking right into the
household of this little demon child's father.



   Somewhere deep in a rural part of Texas, Reverend Thompson spilled his
third load of Christian seed, this time, right into his gasping mouth.





   MENTOR: How lucky, his first baby boy orgasm on live television!  And
he's only 8 years old!



   Peter's orgasm, now subsiding, was still rocking his body with
aftershocks.  The grade schooler's eyes were HUGE - damn, that little child
slut was STILL HIGH off those poppers!  He must be becoming an addict!  No
matter, the show must go on!



   MENTOR: Sorry to take time away from your demonstration, Gunter.  Please
continue.



   G HNTER: Thank you.  Alright, now, where was I?  Ah yes, my puppy.  Come
on little guy.



   Gunter bent down and hooked the leash to the still-quivering Christian
boy.  Then he just rammed the puppy tail up Peter's pale ass.



   The kid half crawled - was half dragged along the cobblestones and back
into the store.  In moments, he was back where he belonged, in his window.



   Gunter unhooked the leash and turned now to the silver doggie bowls that
were the final part of the puppy boy set.  Out of the box, he procured a
black magic marker that were used to write on the bowls.



   On the smallest bowl, he wrote the word TREATS.



   On the second smallest bowl, he wrote the words LESSON 1.



   On the second largest bowl, he wrote the words LESSON 2.



   On the third largest bowl, he wrote the words LESSON 3.



   The crowd was silent with anticipation.  Little Peter, now coming down
off his eye, began to quiver and whimper and cry like a baby boy.



   TWHAP THWAP THWAP



   Gunter whapped the puppy across the nose with his cock.  The newspaper
was out of reach.



   GUNTER: If you have to cry, bitch, CRY LIKE A PUPPY.  I'm sick of your
dumb boy shit.



   This time, Peter learned.  His little boy sobs quickly turned into
believable puppy whimpers.  Turns out the minister's kid was quite the
actor!  Still, despite his puppy cries, the little kanine kiddie kept his
eyes on his master.



   Gunter went over to the corner and picked up two bottles of
Popperz4Kids, uncapped them, and poured them into the bowl labeled TREATS.
Just the sent of the poppers in the air made Peter visibly woozy - god,
what kind of sick kid gets so excited about poppers at such a young age? 
Something was seriously wrong with Petey.



   Next, Gunter lifted up the bowl marked 'LESSON 1 Then he turned to the
crowd.



   GUNTER: Gentlemen!  Don't you just hate it when you are coming home from
a long day of work, and you gotta take a leak, you run to the bathroom and
find that your wife's brand new puppy is fucking lapping your morning piss
that you forgot to flush out of the toilet bowl?



   PETER (whispering, horrified): no...



   THE CROWD: FUCK YES!



   GUNTER: Well, there is an easy way to nip that bad puppy boy behavior in
the bud.  You just have to make sure your little slut child dog gets plenty
of piss in the proper place - his bowl!



   PETER (in a small, broken voice): No.



   THE CROWD: OH FUCK YES!!



   The bowl clanged to the floor.  Gunter took his veiny, thick, hairy,
angry German sausage in his two meaty fists and stepped back, pointing his
10.5 inch erection straight down at the bowl right in front of Peter's
face. The puppy boy could only watch with wide, sad eyes as his master
unleashed a stream of thick, stinky, yellow piss.  Just the kind that puppy
boys love the most!



   The stream hit the pup's bowl with such force that it moved it about
five inches - it was now sitting between the puppy boy's two front paws.



   The German urine splashed everywhere, covering the pup's hands and
splashing up into his boy snout.  Still kinda of high and in a daze of
trauma, Peter barely moved an inch.



   Finally, the bowl was teeming with frothy, steaming man piss, straight
out of the tap of his furry old man cock.



   That very same cock came down on Peter's face, with a hard THWACK. 
Damn, how he longed for his newspaper!  The cock hurt a lot more - it was
like a gun!


GUNTER: Drink up, puppy boy.  Lap it up like the puppy you are!



   The puppy turned his sad eyes out toward the men outside.  Would any of
them help him?  He caught sight of the three boys that had turned his
throat into a urinal.  Still drinking, they were laughing and smiling, high
fiving each other.  It was clear they loved the idea of Peter drinking more
piss from man cocks.



   Then the sad little puppy turned his eyes down to the bowl in front of
him.  Such a big bowl of piss - but not too much for such a cute puppy.  He
looked up slowly to the big cock in front of him, waiting there to pound
him in the nose again.  He couldn't stand the thought of it - so he did the
only thing he could think of -



   The human puppy child lowered his little sobbing face so it was just
inches in front of his yummy doggy bowl.  A few of his tears fell into the
piss as he allowed himself to take in the nauseating scent of 100% Grade A
MAN urine.  It was overwhelming - but still not as bad as those things they
put up his nose!



   Finally, the little guy's pink doggie tongue emerged between his lips,
and after one more split second of hesitation, allowing the camera to zoom
in on the very tip of his tongue, the puppy boy took a lick from the golden
sweet honey of man piss that he loved so dearly.



   The crowd went wild.



   Lap, lap, lap.



   After only three laps, the little puppy boy lifted his face out of the
piss and coughed, gagged and spit!  It was if he didn't like it!



   He hadn't even spit up much before the mushroom head of Gunter's fuck
stick came wailing down on his left eye.  Yelp!



   PETER: Wait!  Arf arf!  Please!  WOOF WOOF!  Can I have a treat?  ARF
ARF!



   Another THWAP, but then Gunter just held his prick there, drooling
against the boy's eye.  A big, big smile came across his face.


GUNTER: GOOD BOY!  You speak!  You DO deserve a treat!



   The German God grabbed a fistful of Peter's blond locks, and in a matter
of seconds had slammed the good little puppy's face deep into the bottom of
his bowl of treats.



   Gunter held him there for six seconds.



   BOOM!  PETER WAS BACK IN THE GAME!



   Everyone had begun to worry that little Petey was going to be eliminated
if he didn't fucking hurry up.  But it was clear that all he needed was a
little bit of a fix - just a tiny hit of his boy poppers, and his inner
devil doggie child came rushing out!



   Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!
Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap! 
Lap! Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!
Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap! 
Lap! Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!
Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap! 
Lap! Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!  Lap!



   Holy shit!  That puppy boy was THIRSTY!  And HIGH!  Everyone was
laughing so hard at how slutty that Christian boy looked.  He was
definitely going to hell when he died!  That's where child sluts belong.



   The boy was a kiddie popperz expert.  Just as he began to come down off
his poppers, he face plunged into the frothy yellow piss and sucked it in
as fast as he good.  The popperz4kids finally finished just as he was
licking up the last drop of piss off the floor.



   GUNTER: Wow!  What a thirsty puppy!  What a greedy puppy!  I guess you
really wanted that piss, huh puppy?



   PETER: No!  No I hated it!  (Peter sobs as he talks.) I just didn't you
to hit me agaTWHACK THWACK THWACK!  The mushroom head was back with a
vengeance on the kids eyes and nose.  The puppy yelped like never before.



   GUNTER: What have I said about talking?  NOW SHUT UP!  It's time for
your next lesson.



   Gunter reached down for the bowl marked LESSON 2.  Slightly larger than
the piss bowl, but still perfectly huge for a whore like whimpering Peter
Puppy, Gunter carried this one outside to the crowd.  The puppy in the
window pressed his paws up against the glass, trying to get a good look at
his master.  He yipped and cried - begging for his owner to return.



   Outside, Gunter didn't say a word.  He simply held up the silver bowl,
craned his head back, cleared his throat and shot a nice gob of saliva into
the center of the bowl.



   GUNTER: Gentlemen!  Don't you hate it when your puppy boy greets you
after a long day at the office, jumps up on you with his muddy paws and
starts licking your face like some little annoying piece of shit?  Well SO
DO I!  So to teach him a lesson about how fucking irritating and gross it
is to get puppy spit all over your face, we're going to give him a taste of
his own medicine!  Help me out, men, if you will.



   Gunter added another glob of his German spit, then began to pass the
bowl around to the men.  He crossed his arms across his thick, muscular
chest and watched the bowl disappear into the crowd.  Men of all ages,
shapes and sizes spit into the doggy bowl.



   Eventually it vanished into the center of the crowd, but you could still
hear the men spitting and spitting and spitting.  When the bowl finally
remerged, it was brimming with the saliva of exactly 217 men.  He carried
it back into the waiting puppy.



   The bowl of spit slop slammed down in front of Peter, who was already
gagging.  The master and his pup were beginning to communicate on a deeper
level.  Gunter didn't even have to say anything, Peter just looked up at
him innocently.


PETER: (between sobs) ARF!  ARF!  Treat first please?  Arf!  ARF!



   THWACK!  The force of the mushroom cock was the only answer Peter Puppy
needed.  He wasn't getting his treat this time.



   With nowhere else to turn, the weeping Christian child lowered his
angelic little face down to his puppy bowlful of delicious man-mouth puppy
chow.  He gagged once more, then he dove in, head first.



   Peter was a TRUE player of the games.  This child learned his lesson
fast.  If he wanted to survive this horrible trauma - if he ever wanted his
father to hug him and hold him and tell him it was OK ever again - he had
to hurry the fuck up.



   The crowd jeered as the puppy lapped at his disgusting meal.  He was
really learning that lesson - I bet Peter will never lick another man's
face again.  Unless it's against his will, of course.



   Even though the 8-year-old was hurrying, it took several minutes, still.
This was a tough lesson even for true sluts like Peter, so there was lots
of gagging and dry heaving as he swallowed the mouth loads of all those
men. Finally it was gone.


MENTOR: Good boy!  Now you get a treat!



   Another fistful of hair, another faceplant into the poppers.  This time,
Gunter held the boy there, letting up for gasps of air every 30 seconds,
while he explained the bowl marked Lesson 3.



   GUNTER: Last lesson!  Now, we all know that puppy boys LOVE piss and
HATE spit.  But what's the one thing they love to hate more than those two
liquids?



   THE CROWD: CUM!!



   GUNTER: That's right!  Cum!  Jizz!  Fuck sauce!  Daddy's Milk!  Man
Honey!  Cock slop!  White slime!  Protein shakes of man sperm!  Dick snot!
Fuck cream!  Boy sustenance!  Life sperm!  Cream of daddy's crops!



   There's only one thing this kid REALLY likes in the whole world, and it
ain't Jesus, it ain't his daddy.  It's the fucking white sperm baby making
jizz that is currently churning inside every single testicle in the crowd.
And at home too!



   Peter let out a yelp for no apparent reason.  Perhaps he was just
feeling distressed.  In any event, that warranted a slap from the old
Gunter cock.  The boy better learn fast - bruises were starting to show up
on his face.



   GUNTER: But puppies can be picky, don't forget!  Isn't it awful when
your pup won't eat what's good for him?  When your puppy is picky about the
type of cock slop he receives?  When your puppy doesn't want to lap up your
ball juice, no matter where it lands?  Well, gentlemen, that is something
that is easily trained out of a puppy.  Just watch.



   Gunter smiles at his brand new puppy boy, then places the third bowl -
the biggest bowl - between his little forepaws.  The little doggie was so
excited he was trembling, which made the tail-whip in his ass shake
happily. The crowd laughed at his wiggling tail.



   Gunter once again grasped his thick German meat and began to give
himself the two-finger stroke.  His red, throbbing, angry cock pointed
directly at the bowl.  The camera zoomed in on the man's nutsack.  The
audience got a close-up of those hairy hangers, shaped like jumbo eggs,
hanging there.  They were so full of cum they were moving on their own,
literally churning up the boy butter that was about to come out.



   GUNTER: Oh FUCK yeah!  Get ready my little pup!  Your Christian mouth is
about to get a taste of some of the best sperm around.  But don't you DARE
leap at my cum until I say!  Now watch here, puppy!  Come on, boy!  Look
here at Gunter's piss slit!  OH FUCKING JESUS CHRIST!



   Just as he called out to Peter's lord, Gunter's big piss slit released
its first spray of cum.  A thicker glob of jizz had never sprang out of his
dick.  The first bullet of man sperm landed straight in the bowl in front
of Peter.  But after that, well -



   Gunter may claim that he was aiming, but Peter wouldn't believe him.  In
fact, the man was moving his cock around like it was a fucking fire hose.
His big balls now tight and throbbing, the man painted the inside of the
room with cum.  He shot it all over the wall, hitting some of the cards
containing the names of toys.



   He hit the floor in dozens of spots, his milky gobs dotting the entire
area.


GUNTER: Oh damn!  I missed!  Ugh - don't worry - there's PLENTY MORE!



   Gunter swung his gyrating hips at the audience.  His sperm splashed HARD
against the glass window, dripping down every so slowly on account of how
thick his cream was.



   And of course, a large, LARGE portion of the cum, landed on various
parts of Peter Puppy Boy himself.  Splat after splat of the man milk landed
on dirty-blonde locks of hair, his puppy paws and back, his collared neck,
and most importantly his crying, sobbing face.



   By the time the big German bear was done squirting, more stuff in the
window had cum on it than didn't.  Even the doggie bowl was mostly full.



   Gunter was squeezing his cock with both hands, milking it, pulling out
every last drop of cum he had.  He let the last few droplets fall into the
bowl, and caught the very last one on his finger.



   GUNTER: Alright, puppy boy.  Time to show these men how good of a
cleaner you are.  Start lapping.  And don't even bother asking for a treat.
You don't fucking deserve it, and my jizz is enough of a treat for you.



   The cum-covered man finger was flung in Peter's face.  The little
Christian kiddie looked at his bowl of treats, sniffled, trying to suck in
the scent of Popperz4Kidz.  What a slut!  He wanted those drugs to help
make easier the task of licking up this stranger's sperm off every surface
in the scary room.  God, what a wimp!



   But no treats came, and Peter returned his gaze to the cum covered
finger in front of him.  He opened his mouth, slowly, utterly defeated. 
Then he began to suck.



   Gag, suck, gag, suck.  The obedient, defeated puppy cleaned off the
finger thoroughly, leaving it glistening with his puppy boy spit.


GUNTER: Atta boy!  Good dog!  Still no treats though.



   PETER: Arf!  (sob sob) Please!  Arf!  I can't do this without that
smelly stuff - arf (sob sob sob) Just a little?  Arf arf!



   GUNTER: You're one fucking annoying puppy, you know that?  Good thing
you're cute.  Alright, fine.  We'll give you a little bit of your treats -
but first you have to AT LEAST clean off your filthy little face.  And
remember - no paws!  Tongue only.



   Just the thought of treats made Puppy Peter hop to it.  His little pink
puppy tongue was out and lapping at his lips, slurping up the man sperm
that was clinging to his face.  Because he was a slut, he had a
surprisingly long tongue.  The little guy could easily lick his nose,
pulling the delicious cum from the tip of it back into his hungry mouth.



   But even a slut like Peter couldn't reach his forehead and ears, where
white stuff still glistened.  What to do?  Realizing his dilemma, the puppy
began to whine.



   GUNTER: Aw, what's wrong little puppy?  Can't reach the rest of that
tasty sperm?  Well that's ok, you did a really good job.  In fact, your
master has a great idea.  I know how we can clean your face and give you
your treat at the same time.



   Gunter bent over, allowing his throbbing, spent cock and balls to dangle
tantalizingly in front of Peter.  He picked up the TREATS bowl, and before
Peter knew what was going on, he just splashed the entire bowl in the kids
face.  Peter was hit with a tidal wave of Popperz4Kidz!



   The child, the Christian and the puppy all took a back seat as the fun
Drugged Out Peter persona came out to play.  Peter had NEVER been this high
in his life!  He stood up, his face still dripping the drugs that he loves,
and stumbles around.  His eyes roll back in his head and he pass out face
down in the puppy bowl full of Gunter's thick milk.



   AUDIENCE BOOS



   Gunter, distressed that the audience is booing, drops to his knees over
the kid, gives his puppy, child - whatever that quivering thing is, a big
slap on the face with his cock.  He hits the drugged out whore so hard that
it leaves a red mushroom shape on his cheek.



   Peter's eyes dart open - wide in fear and pain and drugged out nonsense.
He is panting heavily and still, he manages to open his pink mouth and let
his puppy tongue lap out.  It drops into the bowl and begins to lap away at
the cum.



   As though the taste of that filthy sinner sperm revived the Christian
child, Peter was up on all fours in no time and licking hungrily at his
bowl.  Still high as fuck, he cleanse out the silver bowl and immediately
moves on to the floor.



   The puppy sniffs around the room, finding globs of cum all over the
place.  He licks the corners of the storefront window, then moves on to the
walls.  He takes big, long licks up the walls, hungrily slurping up cum. 
Is he doing it because he wants to win the Boy Race and he knows hew is
already taking way too long?  Or is the puppy just hungry?  I bet he's just
hungry!



   Petey moves to the window.  This is the best part for the audience, and
the camera jumps to give the viewers the same shot.  From outside the
storefront, you can still see the big splash of Gunter-sperm dripping down
the middle.  Then, in the center of it - a flash of pink.



   The men cheer as they realize that the pink is little Peter's puppy
tongue!  The high little puppy is cleaning his window!  He takes big long
licks, making streaks out of the cum, more and more of his little body and
face becoming visible.  Eventually the window is clean, and the little slut
gives it a few extra licks just to be sure.



   Finally, after about 10 minutes, the room appears clean.  The puppy
turns back to his master, his eyes still glazed over, about half as high as
he was before (which is still WAY higher than he was used to.)


GUNTER: Ahem.



   Gunter taps his foot, and the little boy catches site of the globs of
cum that were covering the big German toes.  He quickly crawls over to his
master and begins to lap at the man's feet.  Lap lap lap, his tongue darts
between the toes.



   Then he moves to the man's other foot, cleaning that, then slowly
upward. The little puppy, coming slowly off his high, licks at the man's
thick calves, knees and thighs, cleaning up all that chunky cum.



   Finally he got to the nuts themselves, and without hesitation, the
buzzing little boy sucked on each one, being sure to clean all of the globs
of jizz out of the man's nut-hairs.



   From there, the puppy moves up to the big, wet, spent cock.  Sure
enough, the last glob of cum in the room is dangling from the very tip,
just glistening there in front of the boy.



   It's clear that his high has completely warn off, and little sober puppy
boy is back.  He's gagging and sobbing, acting like a pathetic little
bitch, staring at the last glob of cum.  The camera zooms in on his eyes,
which are screaming PLEASE, NO MORE CUM!  But he knows, just knows, that he
won't be let go if there is still a dangling drop of cum hanging out of his
master's piss slit.



   So finally, the little boy leans forward, his puppy tongue out and
panting, and digs into the German piss slit.  He takes one last, long lick,
and the cum is all lapped up.  Hooray!



   In an instant, Gunter leans over and RIPS the little puppy tail out of
the child's hole HARD.  Then he yanks on the collar for about three minutes
until he manages to squeeze it over his yelping pup's face.  Lord knows why
he didn't choose to unsnap the collar, but who are we to throw the first
stone?



   As his final act, Gunter takes his semi-hard piece of meat.  A fact runs
across the bottom of the TV screen.



   ATTENTION: For your information, Gunter is a massive 8 and a half inches
long when hard!



   Gunter pulled his meat back, yanking hard on his foreskin, and then
hammered Peter in the face one last time.  Somehow, the semi-hard cock hurt
even more!  Instantly, Peter's tiny little boy lip swelled up to twice its
size.  YOUCH!  That's a hard cock-whip for such a young boy of only 8
tender years!



   Oh well.  Who gives a fuck?  Not you, dear reader.



   Gunter gave one last smile at his puppy, the cameras.  Then, finally, he
reached down, yanked open little Peter's mouth, spit one last glob into it,
watched as the boy swallowed, then grunted and exited the stage.




MENTOR: Get the fuck up.



   Ouch!  Little Peter only had about 30 seconds to recover from that cock
whip before the Jesus Mentor delivered a swift kick to the boy's ribs.  But
Peter just lies there in a stupor.



   Smiling, the Mentor looks at the audience and it's clear he has just
gotten a great idea.  He walked over to the part of the wall where the
cards with the Dutch names of the toys were stacked.



   The Jesus Mentor, with a long stream of prefuck stretching from his
massive cut prick to the floor, began to pluck the cards from the wall. 
Each one he picked up he ripped to shreds and dropped to the floor that was
still wet with Petey's puppy spit.



   Slowly, the recently drugged boy, whose ass was on fire from having that
tiny little tail pulled out, looked up at his mentor.  He knew that smile
by now - something told him that the Mentor was happy about a new form of
torture.


PETER: What...what are you doing?



   There were only 5 cards left.  The mentor continued to rip.



   MENTOR: Well since you're a lazy slut who can't even get up and pick a
card, I'm getting rid of some of the more boring choices.  The longer you
take to get up, the fewer choices you're going to have.



   Peter took this in for a moment, then slowly, tried to get up.  But he
kept falling down, poor thing!  Or not.  Anyway, he finally trembled to his
knees, seeing that there were only three cards left.  He almost made it to
the wall but the Jesus Mentor put out his hand and held the kid back by
shoving the little guy back to the floor.



   Finally there was only one card left.  The mentor ripped it off the
wall, shoved it in Peter's face, smiling a very scary smile.



   MENTOR: Wow!  What a whore!  Peter chose the worst toy of all - the
Kiddie Destroyer!



   The crowd goes wild!  Peter goes pale!  He has no idea what it is, but
anything with the word destroyer makes him want to throw up.



   MENTOR: Now, since you all did such a good job, instead of picking a new
volunteer, I'd like to welcome back all of the helpers who taught Peter so
much today.  Men, come on up!



   The men from Peter's torturous toy sessions begin to climb the stage. 
First comes Adrian, the tall blonde Dutch man, whose long, pale, heavy
shlong is still leaking copious amounts of precum from its foreskin.



   After him came the first of the three boys, Kevin, the ringleader.  He's
turned his hat sideways, but other than that, nothing has changed, despite
the load he shot.  His long, young cock is still raging hard and bright red
with anger.



   Next his tattooed buddy, Ryan, takes the stage.  The camera zooms in his
muscled ass, which is flexing as he strokes his long, mushroom-headed fuck
tool in his first.



   David is next, still kinda shy about the size and hardness of his boner.
He waves to the camera kinda sheepishly, gives a wink and then takes his
hand off his cock for just a second to let the camera get a good look at
his nerdy hairy monster.



   Finally, Gunter appears.  He's still as big and hairy and scary looking
as ever, and even though he just spent time with Peter, his cock is somehow
bigger, harder and wetter than it was before.  Proud of his meat, he shakes
it at the camera, sending precum flying on the lens.



   In the meanwhile, the mentor has wheeled out onto stage a big box, about
the size of a king size bed.  On the front of the box is a HUGE picture
under the words KIDDIE DESTROYER.  It's a beautiful sight.  It's just a
puffy, red, fucked out, ruined, gaping boy cunt.  It was puffy and swollen
and clearly way more used than most men ever are.



   Underneath the photo was a description:



   THIS is the ONLY TOY on the market guaranteed to ruin your boys HOLE and
his life!  It's the best toy for the worst boys - those real sinners who
need way more cock than humanly possible.  When you're 12-inch daddy dong
doesn't cut it, just bring out the Kiddie Destroyer and RUIN THAT BOY!



   The mentor reads this out loud first in Dutch, then in English.



   MENTOR: So Petey!  What do you think?  Sounds like fun to have your ass
hole ruined, doesn't it my sweet Christian boy?



   Peter couldn't make out any words, he just let out a shriek like a girl.
The little god-loving slut just continued to wail as he stared at what was
under the box when the mentor pulled it away.



   A large, wooden table at about waist height was one half of the machine.
The other was what appeared to be a mechanical box of sorts, with a rod
sticking out of it.  The rod had screw threads on it.  Sitting on the table
was a big box labeled DESTROYER ATTACHMENTS.



   The mentor reached into that box and pulled out a remote that had a dial
on it.  Then he turned to his five helpers, who were all smiling and
jerking their collective 78 inches of cock.


MENTOR: Alright gentlemen, help me hold him down!



   In an instant, the mentor had swept up the still-screaming Peter and
laid him down on his stomach on the table, His little ass was facing the
rod.  The men were on him in an instant.  Kevin, the young ringleader, and
his tattooed buddy Ryan each grabbed one of Peter's ankles, yanked them
hard around the sides of the tables so that his the child's white, pale,
smooth ass cheeks were as wide as could be.



   Nerdy, shy David and hulking, hairy Gunter took his arms, twisted them
back to make the kid yelp for fun, and then pulled them down over the sides
of the table as well.



   It wasn't really necessary - but Adrian, the Dutch god, was not to be
left out.  So he rushes to the front of the table, and with his big hand,
shoved Peter's tiny face into the wood and held it there.


PETER: Please!  I'll do anything!  Just let me go!



   MENTOR: No, what you'll do is lay there and get your ass opened up by
this fabulous toy, you whore kid.  And just for that annoying little
protest, we're going to forgo your precious poppers for your first session.



   Peter tries to get up, but it was useless.  A puny 8-year-old who's been
to hell and back for several hours is no match for five strong, burly, mean
men.  The mentor peered into the box of attachments, then smiled as he
found what he was looking for.



   MENTOR: We'll start you out easy.  This here is the boring old plain
dildo, and only a foot long.  But I think we'll use this one with the extra
big head, don't you guys agree.


HELPERS: Yeah!  Fuck yes!  Let's do it!



   The mentor held up the dildo to the camera.  The thing was MASSIVE.  It
was bright purple, a fun kiddie color, thick as a beer can and even thicker
around the head, which was nearly 6 inches long on its own.  It looked like
a blown up replica of a normal human cock.



   The mentor screws on the fat dildo with ease.  It's a great toy - so
easy to attach!  The hard dildo is pointed at the little ass that has only
had one thing in it so far, and it wasn't ANYTHING compared to this


MENTOR: Lube him up, boys!



   Simultaneously, all the guys spit on the kid's hole.  Some miss,
spraying his back with saliva.  But some guys hit his hole, right? 
Well...maybe...maybe not.



   Anyway, the Mentor wasn't one to wait around.  He picked up the dial and
smiled for Peter.


MENTOR: Ready boy?


PETER: NOOOOOOOOO!!!!


MENTOR: Slap him, guys.



   The men all smiled and took their cocks in their hands, began cock
whipping the boy.  The two guys slapped his feet with their cocks, the men
holding his arm pistol-whipped the boy's ass cheeks, and Adrian happily
smacked his wet, scary Dutch cock across the boys face.  The kid was
screaming.


MENTOR: They'll stop when you say you're ready for the dildo machine


PETER: I'm ready!  I'm ready!  OH DADDY HELP ME I'M READY!


MENTOR: Keep whipping, guys.  He didn't say what he's ready for.



   PETER: For the dildo machine!  I'm ready for the Kiddie Destroyer!  Just
make them stop, their penises hurt me a lot!


MENTOR: Ok, Kiddo.  We'll start out slow.



   The Mentor turned the dial, and the cock slowly began to advance.  It
inched forward ever so slowly, like a big purple snake, aiming directly for
the whimpering child's puckering pussy.  It was just touching the
puckering, quivering hole with its very tip when...


MENTOR: Oopsies!



   A loud mechanical whirring sound filled the air, as the Mentor
'accidentally' turns the dial up all the way.  With a great slam, the
Purple foot-long lurches forward - directly into Peter's ass.



   SLAM!  In one second, that Kiddie hole is DESTROYED!  Just like the
promise on the box.  Peter is speechless - his virgin hole thought that the
puppy tail he endured was bad enough, but that was NOTHING compared to
this. The puppy tail was a night in jail - this was an eternity in hell
riding Satan's cock.  His little boy pussy is on fire - it's as if he is
just one big butt hole now.  The pain is so intense that he lets out some
sort of noise - not a scream exactly, but something almost inhuman.  The
kiddie destroyer is working like a charm!



   Of course, the men are all excited, high fiving each other while still
holding down the wriggling little guy.  Peter just continues to make
horrible, pained and pretty fucking hilarious sounds as he is introduced to
the wonderful world of rough child sex.



   Once the excitement dies down, the men notice that little Peter boy is
only taking about half of the giant dildo that is moving in and out of his
hairless boy cunt at lightening speed.



   The men, each of their veiny cocks at full attention and bouncing over
little Peter, agree that this won't do.  He can't get away with only taking
six inches on his first time!  This is the Amazing Boy Race after all, and
Peter is a very special slut.  The mentor brings the dildo machine to a
halt, leaving it in its full 6 inches.  Now that it's stopped grinding, the
Christian whore has quieted down a LITTLE, but he's still making annoying,
whiney sounds.



   Adrian, the tall, slender, blonde Dutchman who helped Peter discover his
love of Poppers, steps forward.


ADRIAN: I know what to do.  Will you hand me the remote, please?



   The mentor remembers Adrian's performance, and has total trust in the
Dutch dude with a 9-inch cock.  He hands the remote over to him with a
smile, giving Peter's stuffed ass a hard smack for good measure as he leans
over.



   From somewhere unseen, Adrian produces a big, unopened bottle of
Popperz4Kidz XTRA Strength.  The label reads "For those moments when he
just won't stop complaining!  Guaranteed to shut the little fucker up!"



   Peter is too far gone to perk up when he hears the shaking of the
bottle. But before he knows it, Adrian has uncapped the potent drugs for
little boys and shoved the bottle up Peter's nose.  It's not long before
the disgusting slut is taking deep inhales.  Is that a smile on Peter's
face?  Or is that just one of those adorable "this dildo is way too big for
me" faces that he's been making since he lost his cherry?



   Adrian tosses the remote to David, the young, shy pisser.  David catches
it, and immediately the timid college boy knows what to do.  He let's go of
little Peter's arm, and places the remote in his hand.



   Peter feels the remote after a moment, and slowly brings it to his
tear-soaked face.  It's clear that he's having trouble seeing, his big,
drugged out eyes struggling to focus on the remote.  After a few minutes,
the stupid child realizes what he has in his hand.



   DAVID: That's right, Petey.  I bet you wanna turn that big red dial,
don't you?



   Peter definitely gives a bit of a smile, then takes another whiff of
Popperz4Kidz, and turns the red dial to MAX.



   The crowd erupts as Peter ramps up his own torture.  The puppy is
yipping and screaming with joy as the toy begins to ravage his hole even
faster, going so quickly it's almost blurring.  Slowly, centimeter by
centimeter, the Kiddie Destroyer does its job.  The foot long purple dildo
is shoving itself into Peter's burning hole without abandon - all of it! 
HOORAY!



   The drugged out whore can't stop sniffing at his little poppers bottle.
In fact, it's too much - afraid that he'll pass out, Adrian rips the bottle
away from the fucker and caps it.



   ADRIAN: Jesus, how could an 8-year-old boy be addicted to poppers at
such a young age?  I'll never understand you Americans.



   Peter, still whimpering from the insane pounding he's getting, looks up
hungrily at the bottle.  But it's no use - Adrian is serious.  No more
poppers.  Peter starts to turn the dial back, the drugs wearing off, but
David is too quick for him.  He snatches the remote out of the kid's hand,
and as punishment, twists the boys arm painfully behind his back.



   Meanwhile, that purple dildo is carving new holes in Peter.  The whirr
of the machine isn't nearly loud enough to drown out the boy's moans and
yips.



   But slowly, as his little kiddie drugs wear off and the machine keeps
pounding at full speed, those yips and moans turn to screams and protest.


PETER: OH GOD!  Just kill me now!  PLEASE!  KILL ME!



   What a comic!  Peter made the whole crowd laugh with that one-liner.



   Slowly, he lost his ability to speak, and he returned to the guttural
animals sounds he was making earlier.  Still the dildo pounded away,
filling his hole to the brim and beyond with plastic cock.



   Eventually, even those sounds stop.  The fucked child falls into some
sort of drug-induced low - he can't speak.  His eyes are completely vacant.
He is no longer human - just a fuck sack sitting there and taking a massive
dildo pounding up his Christian cherry.



   The sounds are glorious!  You can hear the whirr of the machine, the
slop of boy pussy that is being forced to take WAY TOO MUCH cock.  You can
also hear the men surrounding Peter furiously stroking their large meats,
every soften taking a moment to slap the boy hard with their dicks.  But
even that doesn't get a reaction from Petey.



   Finally, the mentor grows restless.


MENTOR: Alright!  I'm bored!  Time for a new attachment!



   Peter lets out a pig-like grunt as the giant toy is withdrawn from his
ruined ass.  It's clear the toy has already done what it promised - the
Kiddie is DESTROYED!  But there is so much more the toy can do, and Peter's
twisted mentor isn't about to let them slide.



   The men chat idly, mostly about what a whore Peter is, while the Mentor
gingerly unscrews the giant purple dildo and pulls it out of Peter's ass.
SLUUUURP!  The mentor then reaches into the box and pulls out another
dildo.



   This one is MUCH smaller, only 8 inches, and is a bright plastic red. 
When he pulls the shiny new toy out of the box, all of the men protest, but
none are angrier than Kevin, the ringleader of the group.



   KEVIN: What the fuck, dude?  What the fuck is that?  That's not
appropriate for a kid!  My own cock is MUCH bigger than that!  Why don't
you just let me have at him.



   The mentor smiles, has a good laugh, then saunters over and whispers
something in Kevin's ear.  The young college stud smiles too, and then
reaches for the red dildo.  The mentor happily hands it over, then switches
places with Kevin, helping to hold down the Christian child whore's ankle.
This upsets Kevin's tattooed buddy, Ryan, who always has his fellow frat
brothers' backs.



   RYAN: Dude, you're not gonna use that on the kid, are you?  It's way too
small - you'll -
KEVIN: Just trust me, bro.  I got this.



   The muscled jock screws the red dildo into place, grabs the remote and
simply turns it once to shove the small dick forward.  Peter's hole is so
wide open from the big dildo that he only makes a tiny YIP as the red toy
slips into his gaping wound of an ass.



   KEVIN: Aww...that's no way for a little boy to react when something gets
slammed in his ass!  That should make a kid scream!  But I guess a whore
like you, Peter, would be so used to cock that you wouldn't notice.  You
had a lot of cock up that ass boy?  Answer me.


PETER: I - I - no...never.



   KEVIN: Now don't lie to me Peter.  A boy who had never had cock in his
ass would certainly protest when I started to inflate the dildo in his ass,
wouldn't he?



   Kevin grins and evil smile across his handsome face as he begins to turn
the dial slowly.  You can hear air pressure coming from the Kiddie
Destroyer.  The camera zooms in on the winking hole as the dildo buried
inside grows and grows.



   KEVIN: Hey David, do me a favor and shut the kid up so he doesn't
protest.



   David is more than happy to comply.  He switches places with Adrian so
that he is standing in front of Peter's face.


DAVID: Open wide, little guy!



   In no time shy David has pried open Petey's mouth and inserted his long,
hairy, dripping college cock as far down Petey's no-longer-protesting
throat he could go - and then some.  The Christian kid's whining turned
into a garbled-burping-spitting mess, but at least his protests had
stopped.



   KEVIN: See?  This dildo is now as big as my cock 10 inches, and you're
not even complaining!  In fact, you're hungrily slurping on dick.  But it's
still a little noisy - could you shut him up some more?



   David smiles and begins to thrust his hips, skull fucking the child. 
Peter's gurgles turn into mini yelps as he gags on dick and feels his
little red hole begin to stretch even wider.  The dildo creeps even deeper
into his bowls.



   KEVIN: Hmmm...he's still kinda noisy.  Help us out, Ryan.  Oh and by the
way, Peter, the dildo is now as big as your mentor's!  That's 11 inches of
plastic joy in your butt, and there's more to come!



   Ryan, all muscle and tattoo, moves up to Peter's face.  He let's go of
the boy's limb, but with three other men holding him down and a plastic toy
growing in his ass, Peter's not going anywhere.



   The third college boy saunters up to his buddy and hooks a finger inside
Peter's pink lip.  He stretches the boy's already stretched mouth, then
somehow manages to get his thick cock head inside the Christian hole. 
Damn! Look at that little Jesus lover slurping on two man cocks!  Kids
these days!



   The dildo continues to inflate, and try as he might, little Peter's
mouth is just too damn stuffed to say a word.  You can hear the air
pumping, pumping, his little hole stretching, stretching...



   The camera zooms in on little Peter's hole that is so wide now it looks
like he's been a professional porn star for years.  It doesn't seem like it
can stretch anymore until



   POP!!!



   All of the men jump!  It looks like little Peter's ass has popped!  But
no...it's just the dildo that was inflating in the 8-year-old's cunt. 
Phew! His hole is still intact - well sorta...



   MENTOR: Well, I guess that's the end of that!  On to the next toy, right
Peter?


PETER: NOOOOOOO!!!!



   ALL OF THE MEN PRESENT: YESSSSSS!!!


GUNTHER: May - may I pick please?



   Gunter has a very evil look in his eye, so the Mentor knows immediately
that it's a good idea to hand him the box of attachments.



   MENTOR: Sure thing.  I think we only have time for one more dildo before
the shop closes, so make it a good one.  Remember this is a KIDDIE
DESTROYER!  So don't go easy on our Christian Kiddie.



   Peter begins to weep as he hears his fate being discussed by these total
strangers who have already put him through hell.  He just wants to move,
but he's too weak - and the men are too big and strong.



   The crowd gasps as Gunter pulls out the last and final Kiddie Destroyer
attachment.  A few men call out in shock.  Petey tries to turn around to
glimpse the toy - but it's no use.  He just has to listen as Gunter screws
it on.



   The camera zooms in on the 11-inch dildo.  The hot pink apparatus was
large and thick - but that wasn't what made it so scary.  What made it
scary was the rows of little plastic knobs, each about an inch high, that
lined it.  It was a fucking SPIKED DILDO.



   This was definitely not the kind of toy an inexperienced child - or man
for that matter- should play with.  But that didn't seem to matter to the
German bear as he screwed it on and pointed the frightening thing directly
at Peter ass.


DAVE: I'm not sure that's a good idea - it looks a little -


GUNTHER: Nein.  Puppy will take it.



   RYAN: Maybe we should lube it up?  I could probably cum on it real
quick.


GUNTHER: Nein.  Puppy will take it.


ADRIAN: Maybe he should get some poppers?  He could use them.


GUNTHER: Nein.  Puppy will take it.


KEVIN: Maybe -



   MENTOR: ENOUGH!  Trust Gunter - if he says puppy will take it hard, dry
and sober, than that's how our Christian puppy slut will take it!  Now shut
up and give him the remote!



   Gunter holds the remote in his meaty German hand.  He smiles at the
camera, and turns the dial HARD to full speed.



   There is no way to describe the sound Peter makes as the studded dildo
burrows into his hole and stays there.



   Instantly, there are slow-mo replays from all angles.  Viewers are
treated to shot after shot after shot after shot of little Peter's hole
being penetrated by row after row of pink, bullet-sized studs.  The child's
disgusting sloppy cunt just accepted the studs, one after another.  After
all, the video was slowed down almost 1,000,000 times.  In reality, those
pink studs were all in his guts in the blink of an eye.



   Peter continues to make noises that are almost alien in nature.  But
there seems to be an issue - his boy hole is so tight and the dildo is so
big and spiky that it's stuck.  The machine is whirring- trying to rip him
apart - but it doesn't seem to budge.



   The machine is going so fast that it seemed to be overheating.  In fact,
it was smoking!


GUNTHER: Oh no!  Should I turn down the dial?


PETER: YES!!!!  OH GOD YESS!!!!


MENTOR: HELL NO!!  Just - everybody!  LET GO!



   The Mentor, Gunter, Dave, Ryan, Kevin, Adrian and Gunter all took their
hands off little Peter at once.  The boy started to fly around like a
bullet himself!  The dildo was still lodged in him to the full hilt - but
now that he wasn't being held down, Peter was free to move.  And move he
did!  The 8-year-old Christian whore was flying back and forth at rapid
speed, sliding up and down the wooden bored, getting fucking SPLINTERS in
his belly as the spiked dildo attached to the Kiddie Destroyer whipped him
around like a rag doll.



   Now that the men are free of the annoying duty of having to hold that
slut down, all of their 14 hands went on to their 7 cocks and started
stroking.  Each man was double fisting his thick pole of meat at the child,
just watching the incredible sight of a recently-innocent Christian child
being nearly fucked to DEATH by a studded dildo.



   MENTOR: Alright, let's drench this kid so we can all go home!  Shoot
your loads at will, boys.  Kevin, Ryan, David - why don't you three go
first?



   KEVIN: Dude, we'd love to, but I think we all wanna shoot our load in
this kid's mouth.  How can we when the Destroyer is jerking him around like
that?


GUNTHER: I know what to do.  Let me go first.



   Gunter's hairy German sausage is clearly ready to explode again.  He
steps forward and points his many inches down at the dildo that is now
seemingly stuck in Peter's hole full on.  He puts his dick head right up
against the boy's penetrated hole, lining his German piss slit up with the
border of the kid's pucker and the stuck pink dildo studs.



   Then he explodes.  POW POW POW!  White European scum flies out and lubes
up that dildo, getting the boy's hole all wet in the process.  Finally the
first few studs pop out, and Gunter continues to shoot.  More and more
studs pop out, each one getting lubed, until finally the dildo is able to
pull all the way out and slam all the way back into the wailing child each
time.  Finally the German bear stops shooting, and his cum has made Peter's
jerky motions a little less defined.  Now the boys can step forward.



   Ryan, Dave and their leader Kevin approach the boy from the front.  The
turn their muscular hips so all three of their cocks come together in
Kevin's big jock fist.  The three heads pressed together like that are
probably about the size of a whiffle ball bat, but these boys are best
friends and they're gonna shoot their loads together to prove it!



   As if they had practiced this before, Kevin moves the three cocks
forward while Ryan and Dave each hook one of their thumbs into the corner
of Peter's mouth and YANK.  The boy's screaming pink lips spread WIDE
apart, ripping, chapping, and the three cocks thrust forward.



   It takes a moment, but eventually the three college cock heads are able
to squeeze in, and once each one is securely inside the kiddy's mouth, they
EXPLODE simultaneously.  It's like the Fourth of July, except instead of
fireworks, it's cumworks inside Peter's protesting mouth hole.



   The three boys just throw their heads back, enjoying their orgasm, as
Peter struggles to cope with all of the white thick gooey sperm shooting
down his throat, and coating the insides of his cheeks and his entire
tongue.  The young men's potent sperm is so thick and gooey that Peter
occasionally loses his ability to breathe, but that's nothing compared to
the searing pain his ass his undergoing as the studded dildo perforates his
hole.



   Gunter and the three college boys smile at the men outside, then exit
the stage.  Now it's just the Mentor and Adrian, the Dutch poppers man,
left on stage with little ruined Petey.


ADRIAN: May I go next?


PETER: Please...pop...pop...no...



   Peter's Jesus Mentor nods, and even though it's unclear whether or not
Peter is asking for no more poppers or more poppers, we all know what
Adrian is going to do.  He again magically withdraws a JUMBO-sized bottle
of Popperz4Kidz, unscrews the lid.  The jumbo-sized bottle is actually big
enough to hold the head of a man's cock...



   And that's just what Adrian does.  He slides the very tip of his cock
into the full bottle of poppers and without even touching himself shoots
his bit blonde Dutch load into the bottle.  His orgasm is almost violent,
his whole body shaking as he unloads his heavy balls into the bottle.  The
camera zooms in to show the white sperm mixing with the druggie liquid
Peter loves so dearly.  Then Adrian recaps the bottle, shakes it up, and
removes the cap.


ADRIAN: Down the hatch, little guy?



   Peter's head is jerked to the side by Adrian, who immediately pours half
the bottle of poppers/cum down Peter's right nostril.  He gives the boy's
face a few slaps before the second half of the bottle goes up the left
nostril.  Then he smashes the bottle on the ground and saunters off stage,
leaving Peter in his biggest drug haze yet.



   Peter is simply gone.  His eyes are dead.  He is no longer there as his
8-year-old brain tries to cope with the cum-drug flood in his brain.  And
that is when The Mentor decides to grab the boy by the hips and roughly
flip him over, so he is on his back.  The spikes in Peter's guts rub
roughly against his insides as the boy is turned and placed on his back.



   Then the Mentor, all alone on stage, climbs up onto the table and sits
on Peter's chest.  The dildo is at full blast, ramming all the way in, all
the way out, destroying anything that could possibly resemble a normal
child ass hole, as the mentor takes his big Jesus Jew cock in both hands
and points it squarely between Peter's eyes.



   He explodes.



   SPURT SPURT SPURT!!!



   Jesus puts his hands out crucifix style and lets his heavenly load hit
the boy on the bridge of his nose.  The child whore with the dildo shoved
deep into his tiny intestine gags and sputters, but he's no match for the
volley after volley of powerful baby juice that pours of his evil mentor's
cock.



   In other words PETER IS DROWNING IN IT.  And he's too fucking drugged up
to know.



   The mentor shakes his cock, allowing a few more drops of dicksnot to
splatter across Christian Petey's little button nose.  Then he switches off
the machine and roughly pulls the spiked dildo out of the destroyed
kiddie's hole with a sickening SLURP.  And that's when it happens.





   On the table where he had just suffered a terrible rape, little Peter's
legs and arms shoot out stiff.  Then the boy has what appears to be a
seizure.  He is thrashing around on the table, screaming like a demon has
possessed him.  What the fuck is happening to Peter?



   A number pops up on the screen: BOYGASM #2



   That's right!  The Christian boy had so much fun being totally destroyed
that he is having another boygasm!  WHAT A SLUT!  The camera once again
zooms in on Pete's hole.  It's a horrific sight.



   What was once a pristine, pink pussy is now a fire-engine red, sloppy,
gaping, disgusting, throbbing -



   No, throbbing isn't the right word for what Peter's hole is doing as he
boygasms.  His little love trap is trying so hard to close back to a normal
child's size.  But it simply can't after that session, so it gives the
audience a comical feeling that his little boygasming hole is singing like
an opera singer.



   The episode is over before anyone knows it.  The last thing viewers see
is the mentor throwing Petey over his shoulder.  As the boy's hole makes a
disgusting slurp, the screen fades to black.





   Back in Texas, Reverend Thompson has his head buried in his hands and he
is sobbing.  The man is also covered in sperm - his own.  He has shot 7
loads since the beginning of this hour-long show featuring his own son. 
His hair, his beard, his face, his neck, his chest, his arms, his stomach,
his thighs - even his feet are all covered in his Preacher Jizz.  He is
mumbling like a crazy man - but his mumbling eventually turns into a
prayer.



   REV.  THOMPSON: Dear God, dear lord in Heaven, please help my little boy
Peter!  He's all alone - he's so innocent.  He doesn't deserve this!  He
has only been a sweet, good, kind, loving boy.  And now his whole life has
been ruined!  Please help him get away from those evil men with their drugs
and their sex.  Those evil men with their relentless penises.  Those evil
men with their giant, hard cocks.



   Please help Petey with those evil men who have giant, throbbing cocks
for his tiny hole.  Please help them go easy on him when they fuck him
senseless.  Oh lord - please help them - please.help.them FUCK HIM!  HELP
THEM FUCK MY BOY!  OH SHIT I GOTTA REWIND!!



   Reverend Thompson grabs his cock in his fist and the remote in one other
hand.  Just as quickly as the men had turned the dial to MAX on the Kiddie
Destroyer, the holy reverend rewinds to the beginning of his boy's showcase
and begins his jack off sessions all over again.  It's gonna be a long
night for the pastor!



   DYLAN: Well, ladies and gentlemen!  That's all for tonight!  Four of our
boys are done with their challenges, and there are three more to go.  Tune
in next week for the upcoming episode of The Amazing Boy Race!  And most
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