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   The Amazing Boy Race- Episode 1, Part 5



   As his Jesus Mentor carries him down the white hallway, little Peter's
asshole is still trying desperately but fruitlessly to try and return to a
normal child size.  Peter's head is still swimming - he felt like he was in
a nightmare - but why wasn't he waking up?  He had no idea such torture
existed.  All he wanted was his daddy's safe arms to hold him and tell him
it was all OK!

   No such luck, unfortunately.  Instead, he was thrown roughly to the
floor of an unfamiliar room, then watched as his Mentor stalked off,
slamming the door behind him.

   There wasn't much the drugged out, throbbing with pain slut could do
besides lay there on the cold floor and quiver and spasm around.  A
pathetic sight to say the least - an 8 year old who got so high on cock
that he can't even control his body.  WHAT A SLUT!

   But there is something about the room that comforts Peter - what is it?
What in this horrible world could comfort such a used up creature?  Well -
it was a medical smell.  Yes, Peter was definitely in a doctor's office! 
In fact, he was in the OFFICIAL office of the Amazing Boy Race Head Doctor,
Dr.  Chad.

   Peter could, of course, think of nothing other than his throbbing ripped
open cherry as he lay there in the cold, sterile office.  The lights were
so bright that he was having trouble seeing - or maybe that was just the
searing pain in his once-virginal Christian rectum.

   The Jesus-loving slut lost track of time as he waited for the doctor to
arrive.  Soon enough, Dr.  Chad was there, having been alerted that one of
the contestants was in need of prep - and fast!  - before he was sent off
to his next location.

   Dr.  Chad's job was much like the men who work in pits at NASCAR races.
He came in when needed, and did his best to fix up the contestants of the
Amazing Boy Race as quickly as possible.  He hadn't had time to watch the
most recent installment - since he was a fulltime resident at the KiddyFuck
Children's Hospital.

   That's why he had no idea what to expect when he opened the door to see
the cowering Christ worshipper on the floor.

   DR.  CHAD: Jesus Christ!  What have they done?

   Dr.  Chad walked in while Peter was still spasming, but he managed to
open the door while the child's hole was facing it.  He looked down at the
pathetic wiggling kid on the floor and just shook his head - look at that
hole!  This was only round one - what had they done to the kid!

   DR.  CHAD: They just don't give you little guys a break, do they?  Tsk
tsk.

   Peter relaxed at the sound of Dr.  Chad's voice.  He had a very
comforting sound - and Peter realized now that he was in the hands of a
doctor.  Finally, someone on this horrible show would be gentle - would
show him some kindness like his daddy used to.

   Dr.  Chad bent down and scooped the boy up, then lay him on his tummy on
the big medical table.  The wax paper wrinkled as Peter continued to throb.
Dr.  Chad rolled in his chair over to his desk, where he picked up a pad of
paper, a pen and a little flashlight.  Then he rolled back over to his
patient.  He peered into the boy's ass hole with the flashlight,
occasionally taking notes.  Finally, he spoke in a disappointed tone.

   Dr.  Chad: Mind explaining to me what happened here, young man?

   PETER: Well sir they kidnapped me and took me to somewhere place where
there was scary smoke and all these mean men.  And they told me I was a
puppy and they made me drink stuff that came out of their!  out of their!
Dr.  Chad: Are you dumb or something, kiddo?  I don't care about all

that.  We're here to talk about this.

   Dr.  Chad ran the tip of his finger around Peter's puffy hole, making
the kid wince and yelp in pain from his gentle touch.  That only made Dr.
Chad even more annoyed.

   DR.  CHAD: Jeeze - the producers of this show think that I have all the
time in the world.  I don't have time to fix this up!  I hate to say this
kiddo, but we're gonna have to use the Fast-Acting Child Cherry Restoring
lotion in this case - and it's gonna hurt you a lot more than it's gonna
hurt me.

   Then Dr.  Chad turned to the camera and winked.  HE gave a cheesy smile
as he held up a big tube of the "Fast-Acting Child Cherry Restoring Cream."
On the front of the bottle were two pictures connected by an arrow pointing
to the right.  On the left side was a big, gooey, purple, puffed-out,
ruined boy hole.  On the right was the tightest, pinkest, most innocent
hairless boy pussy you've ever seen.

   DR.  CHAD: Fast Acting Child Cherry Restoring will bring even the
WHORIEST kid holes back to the pristine, painful form of complete virgin in
seconds.  Sold at the Amazing Boy Race website!

   Peter looked back at the doctor, still with his trusting eyes.  He was
happy to hear he would get some nice cooling lotion on his poor little
slaughtered hole.  It really hurt back there!
PETER: Just - be gentle please.  It really really hurts!
DR.  CHAD: I'm gentle with all my patients!  Don't worry little guy. 

This will be over before I know it.

   Dr.  Chad then squirted a healthy portion of the tube into the palm of
his hand, rubbed his hands together, and then lifted his hand high in the
air.

   SMACK SLURP

   Peter made some cute little incomprehensible sounds as he felt the
doctor's big hand come down on his used cunt HARD.  But it wasn't just the
slapping that hurt.  It was the cream!  The feeling of the cream on his
little sloppy, gaping hole was like a million bee stings.  It felt like
someone had grabbed his ass with a fist of fire and was giving it a good
squeeze!

   The doctor gingerly applied more of the cream to his finger, and then
shoved it into to the third knuckle.  The boy screamed like a girl while
the doctor did a good job making sure that the interior of the boy's ass
was also doused in cream.  He again turned to the camera as he fingered the
boy's hole.

   DR.  CHAD: Here's a helpful tip from Dr.  Chad for all you dads at home.
If you don't get the cream good and deep inside the boy - all the way to
where the last cock reached in him, then you're wasting your time.  No one
wants a tight sphincter leading to a sloppy, cavernous kiddie canal!

   Two fingers, three fingers, four.  Dr.  Chad seemed to be used to
hearing boys scream, cause he just ignore Peter's wails and begs for him to
stop as he reached deeper into the boy.  The camera zoomed in to show that
Peter's hole was tightening - wrapping itself around the doc's probing
fingers like a boa constrictor.

   DR.  CHAD: Damn, little boy!  How far in did you let them go?  You must
really deserve to be on this show, ya whore.  I don't think my fingers can
reach all the way.  But that's ok.  I can solve that problem.

   Dr.  Chad stood up and in one swift movement allowed his turquoise
scrubs to fall to his ankles.  Peter was faced with yet another rage
infused piece of man meat.  Peter looked back at the dick, and gave out the
most pitiful cry.  What is wrong with this kid?  Doesn't he understand that
the sounds of his pain only make the doctor more eager to fix the boy up?

   Dr.  Chad squirted a line of the cherry restoring cream onto the entire
length of his elephant cock, which was currently taunting Peter with its
throbbing veins and a HUGE metal piercing that is covered in prefuck.  He
used both hands to rub the cream onto his cock.  Fortunately it only worked
on boy ass - and made a great lubricant!

   DR.  CHAD: Do you know how many inches they went in you, little guy?

   PETER: They kept saying the - the destroyer thing was - sob sob 11
inches.
Dr.  CHAD: Hmm!well this thing just SLIGHTLY over 12.5, so buck up. 
It'll do the job and I don't have time to hunt around for an intern who
only has 11 inches.  We have to get you to your next challenge!  So I'm
about to prescribe you a serious anal pounding from your perverted

pediatrician!

   Hilariously, Peter tried to crawl away.  The Christian didn't have the
power of Jesus in him so he just squirmed a little, making a really
pathetic attempt to escape his fate.  Dr.  Chad just pinned him down and
mounted the table.

   DR.  CHAD: Oh, and by the way Petey, I'm out of lollipops.  Sorry kiddo.

   The last thing the cameras shows is a super-duper close up on the
Christina child's face.  It is SO FUCKING FUNNY - he turns red and then
blue and then VERY PALE.

   DR.  CHAD: Oh yeah boy!  One thrust!  I knew you were a SLUT!



   The camera goes black, cuts to the Boy Studios where Dylan stands in
quite the comical outfit.  He wears a black suit jacket, and a tie that
reads ABR in big read letters.  The Tie hangs down over his perfectly toned
body, coming to rest just where his abs meet his pubes.  He's got a pair of
men's white briefs on, but his thick and angry cock head is clearly poking
out the right thigh.  The rest of Dylan's monster young cock is wrapped up
and barely contained in the undies.

   The funny part comes to his feet - he's wearing spiffy black shoes with
black socks.  A businessman who forgot his pants but remembered his
enormous child-destroying boner!

   DYLAN: Welcome back, viewers!  I hope you enjoyed that sneak peak into
some of the behind-the-scenes goings on here at the Amazing Boy Race. 
We'll continue to provide you with glimpses in to the men who are helping
run everything, just not on stage!  But without further ado, it's time to
meet our next contestant.  Come on out!
A little boy tumbled through the door to the left of the stage, almost
falling.  Like the other contestants, he was BUCK naked and so small,
though he did get the pleasure of wearing his AMAZING BOY RACE dog collar -
his was green, like money.  His mentor came in behind him, giving him

another swift kick in the behind, sending him tumbling forward.
MENTOR: Get a move on, ya lazy brat!
The boy falls at Dylan's feet.  Dylan looks down at the kid, and grins
as he realizes a drop of precum is going to ooze all the way down into the

little boy's red hair.  The camera zooms in just as it lands.

   The crumpled creature on the stage is Taylor, the 7-year-old contestant.
With pale pale skin, this boy is clearly Irish.  He has a shock of red hair
on his head that is kept relatively short, and bright green eyes.  The
camera makes sure to really get these eyes because it is his most important
asset, aside from his various holes.  You see, simply looking into his
eyes, you will see a really awful kid.  Just annoying, obnoxious, bratty,
ignorant and simple.  The look in this rich little snot's face would drive
any man crazy with the urge to wipe that shit eating look off the kid's
face.  With a cock.

   The camera pans up to the mentor.  The man must be 6 foot, 4 inches
tall. While he's slightly less muscular than some of the other mentors, he
makes up for it with his height and his strong jaw.  He has a constant 5
o'clock shadow, which goes well with his buzzed blond hair.  He looks
wealthy - clean, smooth skin, young looking for his age.  He's dressed just
like Dylan, except without the jacket, shoes or socks.  Just a blue and red
striped tie hanging down his lean body.
DYLAN: Well, well, well.  Who do we have here?
MENTOR: This is Taylor.  The most awful spoiled rich little slut that
ever did live.
The crowed gives a loud BOOOOO!  I think we've met our little punching

bag here!  No one likes this kid right off the bat!

   MENTOR: Yeah, he's awful!  I used to work with his dad, before I got
laid off.  His dad's a big executive at Brewer Bank.  This kid is just as
rotten as his pop - if not worse!
The crowd is out of control booking.  I guess in such tough economic
times, bankers are kind of the bad guys.  Sucks for Taylor.  Plus everyone
knows his dad is one of those fat cats in NYC who has an office overlooking

the whole skyline.
DYLAN: Wow, what do you do with a boy like that?
MENTOR: Well, I had a genius idea.  I decided that this boy's problem is
that he's never worked a day in his life.  So I put him to work!  But he
wouldn't understand just how GOD AWFUL he is if I let him take some cushy
job at his dad's firm's bathroom glory hole.  We have to start at the
BOTTOM.
DYALN: You are one of our sweetest mentors, I've said it before and I'll
say it again - no one cares for the children of the Amazing Boy Race less -
erm- I mean MORE than you!
MENTOR: Aw shucks.  So anyway - I thought it would be a good idea to
show this kid how to work his way up the ladder - and I thought - why not
do it all right here in his hometown of New York City!
DYLAN: I see - but the bottom of New York City - sounds dangerous!
MENTOR: Well that's what happens when you go seven years without having
a job.  So I sent him to one of the most dangerous places on earth!
The camera fades out and opens to a nighttime scene in a grungy part of
New York City.  A barking dog and sirens can be heard, and the apartments
in this section look beyond run down.  Half of them are burnt out or just

plain abandoned.  Graffiti everywhere - and are those gunshots we hear?

   An armored car screeches down a street in this neighborhood, stopping in
front of a young Latino punk, with big baggy jeans, a black tank top that
clings to his muscular frame, and a red bandana around his forehead.

   The passenger side of the big black SUV opens, and we see the mentor
again.  This time he is fully clothed and appears to be wearing a
bulletproof vest on over his suit.  He is also wearing sunglasses, which he
lowers to make eye contact with the Latino gang member.
COURIER: You got the shit, man?
The mentor just nods and reaches into the back seat of the car.  He
withdraws a medium sized black duffle bag and tosses it roughly to the

pavement.  Then he slams his door and the car speeds off.

   The Latino courier smiles and picks up the duffle bag, and takes off
running down the street.  He turns a few corners, diving into a back alley,
and then knocking in a complicated way on an unmarked door.

   The door opens on a rather frightening scene.

   There is one big room, dimly lit, dirty and run down, barren.  There is
hardly any furniture, just a few filthy mattresses on the floor.  Spread
around the room in various states of undress are the kind of men you
DEFINITELY don't want to run into in broad daylight, let alone as a 7 year
old rich slut in a back alley somewhere.

   The courier runs through the room, getting high off the smell of his
gang buddies.  The testosterone in the room was so think you could cut it
with a boy cock.  In one corner two thugs who looked like they were
brothers - both buzzed heads and a simply terrifying frame - smoked blunts
that let out smoke so thick it was almost yellow, filling the room.

   Another man who was slightly older, about 35, was lifting weights and
looking at himself in the mirror, barking out the number of times he pulled
the heavy weights up above his head.

   The courier headed straight to the back of the room, and through the
only door in the place.  Inside there was a big oak desk, and behind it sat
El Hombre - the gang leader.

   El Hombre was young, maybe 25.  He was built out of pure muscle - not an
ounce of fat on his body.  He wore a backward Yankees cap and nothing else.
His giant biceps were covered in tattoos of crucifixes and words in
Spanish.

   The rest of his body was no exception - more of him was covered in
tattoo than wasn't.  He also had a shaved head, but down to the skin.  His
jaw was big and covered in stubble that made his dark complexion even
darker.  His eyes were full of anger and cockiness.  He was, in a word,
terrifying.

   But the scariest part of him wasn't on display until he stood up.  The
gun that El Hombre was packing was far more scary than the hateful look in
his eyes.  The thing was so gigantic that its own weight made it hang
straight down between his legs.  A banner rolls across the screen:

   EL HOMBRE HAS 2.5 POUNDS OF GRADE A COCK - CERTIFIED BY ABR MEASUREMENT
TEAM

   EL HOMBRE: What you bring me, motherfucker?
COURIER: Not sure but he said it's the good shit - whatever that means.
The courier throws the duffle bag up on the table in front of El Hombre,
who quickly unzips it.  Immediately a wailing is heard.  Inside the bag is
a little boy - our own special Taylor!  The little redheaded brat is
shivering inside that black bag, crumpled up and terrified.  Where was he -

and what was that smell?

   That's the smell of 24 Latino ballsacks churning up Mexican loads of cum
for you, Taylor.  God - rich AND STUPID?

   EL HOMBRE: What the fuck is this?
COURIER: It has a note.
EL HOMBRE: (reading the note) This is Taylor - a slut trying to move his
way up in the world!  He's a contestant on the Amazing Boy Race - and a
child like this is here to prove that he's gonna do WHATEVER it takes to
make his way to the top!  This is his first job of what we hope will be
MANY - provided he doesn't get eliminated.  Please find him work suitable

for a 7-year-old.  He needs to make $2,000.

   - Taylor's Mentor

   EL HOMRBE: Jackpot, muchachos!  We got a live one on our hands, and he
needs our help!

   The gang leader reaches into the bag and grab Taylor under his smooth
armpits.  The little brat has the GALL to scream and kick as the leader of
the most deadly Latino gang in New York dragged him into a room of drooling
Mexican animals whose smell made Taylor nearly piss himself.

   Instinctively, the gang formed into a wide circle.  Already dicks were
popping out of running shorts and sweat pants - each one an insanely large
piece of brown Latino meat.  The drooling, rowdy gang displayed a wide
variety of cocks - some already fully heard, throbbing with veins and
drooling Mexican precum.  Others were semi-hard, with heads just peeking
out of foreskins.  Others were soft and long, hanging down over
low-hanging, smooth Latino nutsacks.

   El Hombre took the boy's two thin, wiggling arms and pulled them back
roughly, causing the brat to whine even more.

   EL HOMBRE: Torro, Burrito, get his legs.

   Two gang members stepped forward from the crowd.  It was clear that they
were higher up in the ranks, henchmen of El Hombre, the leader.

   The one called Torro was the older man who had been lifting weights in
the corner of the big room at the Latino flophouse.  Torro was simply a
brick wall.  It appeared as though all he did all day, every day, was lift
weights.  His biceps were bigger around than both of Taylor's thighs
pressed together.  His shoulder width was as wide as three normal sized
men. He had a shaved head and, to be honest, a really dumb look in his eye.
Torro means bull in Spanish, and this guy probably got his nickname because
he looked like a dumb, angry bull in a pen.

   Burrito was the complete opposite.  He was tall, yes, almost as tall as
Torro, but that's where the similarities ended.  Where as Torro was wide
and thick, Burrito was thin - almost comically thin compared to the other
muscle men in the room.  He was a lot younger too, probably only 22 or 23.
But it was clear from his eyes that he was not only smarter than Torro, he
was smarter than any one in the room.  The only reason he wasn't the gang
leader was because he wasn't hulking enough - fortunately El Hombre was
both intelligent AND fucking ripped.

   As the two men stepped forward, they began to strip.  First Torro pulled
off his tight, sweat-stained white t-shirt and tossed it to the ground. 
Somehow it seemed like he grew another foot once it was off.

   Burrito then, too, took off his shirt - a bright yellow, tight shirt
with graffiti writing on it.  Underneath was a surprisingly toned body,
despite his slight frame.

   Torro took off his sweatpants next, and only seconds later, Burrito had
removed his baggy jeans that looked silly on his slender frame.

   Then it became suddenly clear to everyone in TV land why these two boys
had their nicknames.  It wasn't because Torro was big and dumb like a bull.
It wasn't cause Burrito was skinny and long.

   Between his bulging, boy-crushing thighs, Torro had what can only be
described as the biggest fucking cajones in ALL of New York.  What I'm
saying is, the balls underneath Torro's 10 incher, which were churning cum
at the moment, were each the size of pool balls.  There was no way such
balls, capable of holding almost a gallon of cum, were from a man - they
were Bull Balls.

   When Torro removed his jeans, what came out of his pants was a very
scary sight.  Even little Taylor trembled when he saw it, even though at 7
years old he had NEVER seen a dick until 5 minutes ago.  How could he know
to be VERY AFRAID of Torro's cock, which was the length and GIRTH of a
burrito?  It looked like he had a flesh burrito sprouting out from his
trimmed, black pubes.  The thing was so heavy it pulled itself to the
ground.

   EL HOMBRE: Chicos.  We got this kid from Amazing Boy race, and he gotta
make some money or else he gonna get eliminated.  We may not have TV
hookups bros, but we know about The Amazing Boy Race, and we know how bad
this kid is gonna wanna make us some fucking dough.

   The crowd burst out cheering ideas.

   HOMBRE 1: Let's make him a street whore, El Hombre!

   HOMBRE 2: No way, chico!  Let's sell him for drugs!

   HOMRE 3: Fuck it, I'll pay for him.

   HOMRE 4: You don't have any money man!

   HOMBRE 3: But I got GRADE A CUM chico, better than what you got.

   This started a small fight among the men.  Stupid Torro tried to join
in; he never turns down a fight.  Unfortunately he was too dumb to remember
he was holding on to Taylor's foot, and nearly pulled the kid's leg out of
its socket before El Hombre broke down the fight.

   EL HOMBRE: Chicos, chicos!  Shut the fuck up!  I already got a plan for
this little shit.  We're gonna have him make a delivery!  to Los Leones.

   The crowd went silent!  you could hear a pin drop.  Finally, Burrito
spoke up.

   BURRITO: But Jefe!I'm not sure that's a good idea.  They are our rivals,
and last time, they said if they ever saw one of us Lobos on their turf
they'dEL HOMBRE: That's why we're gonna send this kid.  He's not a member
of Los Lobos, so he should be able to walk right on to their turf and
deliver our package anyway.  I want you two to go with him.
TORRO: Us, boss?
Torro looked a little scared, which was kinda funny given his massive

size.  Burrito looked more thank scared.

   EL HOMBRE: Not all the way, just most of the way.  Don't go anywhere
where you think you'll get in trouble - all the trouble should be saved for
this boy slut here.

   Burrito swallowed hard, forcing himself to look brave.

   BURRITO: OK Boss.  But uh - how will they know he's from our gang, if
we're not with him when he shows up?

   EL HOMBRE: I'll give them a calling card.

   El Hombre and his two henchmen let go of Taylor's arms, and the boy went
crashing to the ground, hard, his head hitting the floor with a CRACK.  His
head was already spinning, and this didn't help matters.

   Torro and Burrito grabbed the kid by the shoulders and pulled him up to
his knees.  The boy was now face to face with a GIANT cock, way bigger than
most men will see in their lifetime (except for those on TV shows like
this!)

   Torro used his other meaty hand to pinch the boy's mouth open, while El
Hombre grabbed his own dick and started stroking it fast.

   EL HOMBRE: Hold on, Torro.  I want to see if this little chico here has
anything to say before I give him our calling card.

   Torro let go of the kid's mouth.  El Hombre was stroking himself even
faster.

   EL HOMBRE: Well, do ya white boy?

   TAYLOR: When my daddy finds out about this, he's gonna save me and hurt
you!  He's a very powerful SLAP SLAP

   El Hombre slapped the kid across the face, then backhanded him.

   EL HOMBRE: You're dad ain't shit to me, and he ain't ever gonna save
you. Now Torro.

   Torro reached forward again, using his hand that was easily twice the
size of Taylor's 7-year-old whining face, to pinch the boy's jaw open,
HARD. Just at that moment, El Hombre's cock-glock was fully loaded and
ready to bust a cap in that kid's mouth.  Yummy!  I thick load of Mexican
babies erupted in bullets and landed squarely in Taylor's virginal, spoiled
mouth - that up until this point, had been filled with a silver spoon.

   EL HOMBRE: Swallow a single fucking drop and I'll see to it that you
don't walk outta here, kid.  FUCK YEAH just hold my sperm in your mouth,
Chico.

   BANG BANG BANG.  The bullets of gangster splooge shot out of EL Hombre's
cock machine-gun style, shooting down into the kid's mouth before he knew
what hit him.  Finally it was, over, and as the kid gagged, El Hombre
flexed his muscles while giving his cock a squeeze.

   One last gob of pearly white Latino milk came out his piss slit, and El
Hombre quickly caught this with his thumb.  He wiped his thumb across
Taylor's forehead, then down his right cheek and under his nose.  The cum
trail made a big "L."

   EL HOMBRE: L, for Lobos.  They'll know it's you, kiddo, just let this
cum dry on your face.

   Taylor, being the brat that he is, whines a bit, but doesn't swallow a
drop of the cum.  He knows a death threat when he hears one.

   EL HOMBRE: Shut the fuck up, kid.  It's also your protection.  No one is
gonna touch you with that L on your face.  But one more thing - you gotta
hold the cum in your mouth too.  If you show up at their doorstep with an L
on your face and no cum in your mouth, they'll know it's fake.  SO DON'T
FUCK IT UP.  Now here's your package.

   EL Hombre shoved a brown packaged into Taylor's thin arms.

   EL HOMBRE: Get this puta outta my sight!

   Taylor headed out into the night with his two bodyguards on either side
of him.  The two men dwarfed the boy completely, making him look like he
was even smaller than he actually was.  The two men had put back on their
clothing and a coat - it was chilly out there - but Taylor remained in his
standard-issue Amazing Boy Race outfit - absolutely nothing but a
money-green dog collar.

   It was dark and the streets were deserted - in that part of the city, no
one went out on the streets unless they were looking for trouble.  Looks
like little Taylor is a troublemaker, as always!

   The trio traversed over broken glass and past rundown buildings.  As
they traveled further, the streets became more dilapidated, dark and
frightening.  You could tell Torro and Burrito themselves were rather
scared, and Taylor himself was white as a ghost.  But the little slut still
managed to be a good courier - he held tightly to the package and of
course, kept that thick load of nasty-tasting Latino cum in his mouth,
letting it slosh all over his tongue as he walked.

   They were approaching their destination when a huge rat ran across their
path.  Burrito didn't react, but Torro, who wasn't all that brave despite
his size, freaked out.  He grabbed little Taylor and threw him in front of
him, allowing the little 7-year-old cum holder to be a barrier between him
and the rat.

   Unfortunately, Torro is a little unaware of his strength, and he ended
up throwing the red headed slut across the pavement.  Immediately Taylor
started crying loudly.

   BURRITO: Shut up, kid!  It's just some scrapes!  Shut up!  You wanna get
us all killed?
Taylor stood up, and indeed his hands and knees were all scraped up. 
But it soon became clear that wasn't why he was crying.  The camera zoomed
in on his pink little mouth, wailing, and it was clear the cum was no
longer inside.  The whore had been unable to control himself, and getting
thrown to the ground like the child slut he is made him swallow that cum. I

guess rich boys are always greedy, huh?

   TORRO: Ah, shit!  Now he's definitely gonna get killed if we let him go
into the Tigre's house like that.  No cum means he could be a spy!
BURRITO: You dumb slut.  You really fucked this up for you.  If El
Hombre finds out we got you killed he'll kill us - he really does have a
soft spot for the kids!
Burrito thought for a moment.  Then his eyes brightened up - the
smartest gang member had a good idea.  He pulled Torro aside, leaving
Taylor there in the street crying about the cum he couldn't help but

guzzle.

   BURRITO: I got a good idea.  Since we can't let him get ripped apart -
why don't we just give him some more cum!  You got some in those big balls
of yours, don't you?  I'm sure he'd be happy to hold your grade-A sperm in
his little mouth.
TORRO: But Burrito, El Hombre says that the other gang will KNOW if it's
not his cum!

   Burrito slaps Torro upside the head.

   BURRITO: You're so dumb.  That's just something El Hombre says to scare
us.  Now let's hurry up so we can get out of here.
Burrito and Torro turned toward the crying boy.  When Taylor saw them
coming, he stopped crying and scrambled backward.  Unfortunately he wasn't
the most graceful boy, and he fell over when he tripped over the curb.  The
two gang members were on him in a second, and soon he was flipped over on

all fours right there on the sidewalk.
TORRO: Open wide little guy!
Again the camera gave a zoom in on Taylor's mouth - but it also went
into extreme slow motion.  The very expensive ABR cameras were able to slow
things down so slowly that it took a full minute on screen for Torro to
complete the action of pulling open the boy's jaw, which in reality only
took a few milliseconds.  Slowly Torro's fully erect cock appeared from the
right of the screen, thrusting toward the child's pried open mouth at a

glacial pace.

   In about 10 seconds the cock head reached the pink, wide-open lips of
our richest contestant in Amazing Boy Race history.  I bet when Taylor was
at home a few nights ago playing with his expensive toys and video games,
he never expected he'd be naked on all fours, in the worst part of NYC,
getting ready to take the second load of his life in his baby mouth.  But
then again, greedy and bratty sluts like him typically aren't self-aware,
just like their Big Wig Wall Street Executive daddies.

   Despite the fact that Torro was much less girthy than his partner, the
slow-mo camera made it clear that Taylor's little mouth was gonna have to
make some room to accommodate his fat cock head.  The boy's lips spread
comically, and even his teeth seemed to be pushed aside as he made room for
the rock hard Latino cock.  The foreskin on Torro's dick went back in slow
motion as well as the head of his cock unsheathed itself and entered the
boy's throat.  On and on it pushed, going forward and down into Taylor's
neck.

   The slow motion however, really served to showcase Torro's main asset -
his nuts.  The studio audience which was watching this back with Dylan
burst out laughing.  There's little more hilarious than the sight of two
GIAGANTIC pool balls in a hairy Latino nutsack swinging back and forth in
super, super slow motion.  When they smacked against Taylor's little neck,
the boy winced and tried to cry out.  The slo-mo sound of his voice made
him sound like a man, but really he was a squealing little piglet!

   BAM!  The camera slams back into full-speed, and it becomes clear that
nothing about Torro's entry into Taylor's mouth was slow.  Torro - being
the numbskull that he is - pretty much only has one fucking speed, whether
it be a mouth or a throat.  And that speed is REALLY FUCKING FAST.

   SLAP SLAP SLAP went his balls as he shoved his cock into the boy's
throat full hilt again and again and again.  The audience was in stitches!
Those big balls were gonna leave bruises on the kid's neck!

   Torro and Burrito had shot MANY, MANY loads together, so Burrito was
able to tell when Torro was getting close.  After about 15 minutes of
throat rape, Burrito decided to give Taylor a little coaching.

   BURRITO: Listen little hombre, you're about to get drowned.  No body in
New York can shoot a load like Torro here.  Frankly, it's gonna be too
much. You won't be able to catch it all, but do your best, and fucking
swallow it until I say.  That way you won't waste any of it.  OK Torro,
when you're ready.
Torro didn't waste any time.  He made a funny face as his eyes crossed,

and he thrusted his entire length into Taylor's throat.
BURRITO: GULP YOU LITTLE FAGGOT SLUT!  GULP!
Being the true whore that he was, Taylor's little throat began to work,
taking in the sperm that had only a few moments ago been slapping against
the outside of his throat from inside Torro's nutsack.  Now he was getting
the real deal, and it was all he could do to keep up with the onslaught of

Mexican juice.  This went on for about 45 seconds.

   BURRITO: OK NOW STOP!  Just take in the rest of it; it should be enough
to fill up your whore mouth.
Burrito was really good at timing.  He was right- the last 15 or so
spurts of Torro's massive load squirted out into Taylor's mouth, and the
boy instinctively did as he was told, closing off his throat and letting it
fill the cavity of his face.  There was just enough of the bull-man's sperm

to fill it to the brim.

   BURRITO: Nice job, Torro.  Now, all you gotta do is go down that
alleyway there, and at the very end is Los Tigre's hideout.  See ya!
Without another word both Burrito and Torro took off running, clearly

eager to get away from that part of town as easy as possible.

   All alone, weeping but unable to cry out due to the thick sperm filling
his mouth, Taylor the Rich Boy had no choice but to stumble down the
disgusting alley that smelled like piss and garbage.  He saw the door at
the end, and was trying so hard not to swallow the cum, when suddenly he
heard a voice from the shadows.
VOICE: Where do you think you're going, young man?
Taylor turned around and almost swallowed the cum out of happiness. 
Standing behind him was a big, tall, brave policeman.  Taylor remembered
that his dad taught him if he ever was to get in trouble, the police would

help.

   The police officer was young, about 25, white with blonde hair that
curled out from under his hat.  He was clearly new on the job, which would
explain why he was stuck in this part of town.  Taylor wanted to ask him
for help, but he was still afraid to swallow the disgusting cum that was in
his mouth, so instead he went up and grabbed at the Policeman's pants. 
Unfortunately, doing so caused him to drop the package he had under his
arm. The police officer promptly bent down to pick it up.
OFFICER: Hmm!what do we have here?
The officer ripped it open, and pinched some of the white powder, then

licked it.

   OFFICER: Just as I thought!  Cocaine!  Man they are using some slutty
kids to transport this stuff these days.  Well, I'm gonna have to take you
in.
Taylor didn't understand want the officer was talking about, but he
didn't care.  The police officer was gonna take him away, and all he wanted
to do was get out of this part of down.  The officer approached him, but

then when he got a good look at Taylor's face, he stopped in his tracks.

   OFFICER: Whoa, whoa!  is that an L on your face written in jizz?  Like
LOS LOBOS?  Fuck, I'm not touching you.  That gang is known for killing
cops - I'm not gonna be the one to arrest their drug mule.

   Taylor clung to the man's pants even tighter.

   OFFICER: No, don't worry kiddo, I'm gonna let you walk free.  I am gonna
have to take these drugs away.
The officer turned to walk away, leaving Taylor behind, but taking his
drugs.  The little guys' eyes once again welled up with tears as he watched
his ticket out of this hell walk away.  He panicked, wanting to call out
for help, but also unsure as to what to do with this big load in his mouth.
Finally he decided that it was worth it to suffer if he could get the cop's
attention, so he made the choice to swallow the cum.  Why didn't he spit it
out?  I said he was a rich brat - not a smart kid.  He's, in fact, very

dumb, like most 7-year-old sluts.

   It took seven full gulps for Taylor to be able to swallow all of the
funky Latino baby milk that was coating his throat and tummy.  Finally he
got it all down, but he wasted a few seconds pretending like he couldn't
handle it and dry heaving in the alley.  Finally he composed himself.
TAYLOR: WAIT!  HELP!
OFFICER: Fuck off kid, I don't want any trouble.
The cop disappeared out of the alley.  Taylor was alone again naked,
collared, on camera, in the very worst part of town.  He listened to the
sirens blare, dogs bark, and somewhere a gunshot went off.  Terrified, he
decided that being inside was better than nothing, so he approached the

door in the alley and gave it a good knock.

   The audience watching from the studio lets out a collective gasp. 
Standing at the door in a pair of boxer shorts, a wife beater and a
backwards Yankees hat stands El Hombre.  How is it possible?  We left the
scary gang leader behind back at the other Latino base.

   Then a helpful note pops up on the screen, clearing things up for the
audiences jerking and watching at home:

   This man is known as El Senor, and as you may have guessed, he is the
IDENTICAL twin of the second-scariest gangster in NYC.  El Senor doesn't
talk to his brother El Hombre anymore, because his brother thinks he's
simply too cruel to children.  El Senior is just like his brother in every
way physically, right down to the tattoos.  Though he is packing another
inch and a half of length and a full two extra inches of girl between his
muscled thighs.

   El Senior looked down at the kid and snarled like a tiger.  He didn't
say a word, just reached out with his big Latino fist and grabbed the boy
by his short red hear.  He pulled him in hard and slammed the door shut.

   Inside, the apartment was even darker and dirtier than the last place
had been.  This room smelled worse too - and the air was thick with smoke.
Taylor was thrown to the floor in the single room, scraping along the
wooden boards.  He lay there wracked with tears, hiding his face, unable to
look poverty in the eye.  What a selfish little shit.

   Fortunately for viewers at home, the camera panned around the room to
show the shady characters that were all standing around, staring at the
pale, white, red headed slut quivering on the floor of their filthy den.

   While El Hombre's gang had been men who were scary, there were a few
members of his gang who were clearly part of things because they were
smart, not necessarily cause they were muscled.  That was not the case with
this gang.  El Senior clearly had reasons for picking - he wanted the
scariest, most intimidating, most savage gang around.

   Each man was a wall of muscle, few under 6 feet tall.  There were
several pieces of gym equipment set up, and it was clear that this gang
spent a lot of time using them.  As the camera panned around the room, they
paused on certain scenes:

   A man with thick forearms lifting hand weights that were 70 pounds each.

   A young teenager, still ripped as shit, smoking a blunt that clearly did
not have tobacco in it, judging by the yellow smoke he let float out of his
mouth.

   Two guys who also looked like brothers - tall with incredibly long legs
and arms - were sitting on the floor, using a straight porno magazine to
cut up lines of cocaine.

   The last shot was on a group of guys, five or six in all, who were
working together to load guns with bullets.  Big scary guns.  Guns like
Taylor's old bodyguards used to carry around.

   The camera returned to El Senior, who had dropped to floor and was now
kneeling over the quivering boy who seemed to be mumbling to himself.  He
grabbed the boy by the shoulders and flipped him over easily - the kiddo
was no match for this muscled stud.  If only that boy had spent time
working out!  But rich people are usually pretty lazy, and this brat was no
exception.

   The gang leader looked over the little boy with an angry look on his
face, and then stopped when he saw the kids face.  He traced the dried cum
on the boy's mug, then spit on the floor in anger.  Unfortunately he had
bad aim and this gob of spit landed in the red head's hair.

   EL SENOR: What the fuck is this?  Fellas, get a look at this.

   Like the pack of wolves they were, the group listened to their alpha
male.  They put down the coke and the guns and the weights and came over to
crowd around the boy.  Little Taylor made the audience laugh with his
wide-eyed expression of pure terror as he saw the men around him glare at
him and all start spitting.  Soon enough the cum on his face had washed
away - thanks entirely to the fact that he was now covered in Latino spit.

   Finally El Senor put up his hand, which signaled all of the other gang
members to stop spitting on the little lost rich boy.

   EL SENOR: I knew my brother was a sick bastard.  Recruiting a white slut
like this to his team!  Pathetic!

   He let loose another gob spit, and a few eager guys in the gang followed
suit.  Poor Taylor - you could barely even make out his face he was so
covered in their gooey saliva.  In fact, when he opened his mouth to speak,
he had to cough for a minute as several men's spit fell into his 7-year-old
mouth.  The bitch swallowed!
TAYLOR: I'm not part of a gang!  I'm only seven!
EL SENOR: Ah!  The little bitch speaks.  Well if you ain't part of his

gang, chico, why'd you show up here with an L on your face?

   TAYLOR: I - I'm on TV.  I need to make money cause - cause Taylor
couldn't get any more out because he was crying too hard.  I guess that's
what happens when a rich little shit is away from his expensive toys for
too long.  What a whiner!  Suck it up kid!
EL SENOR: Wah wah wah!  Quit crying!  My brother always recruits such
pussies.  Well if you're not a gang member then you'd be a messenger - but
my bro always sends his messengers with a mouthful of cum and a peace

offering of drugs, and it looks to me like you don't have either.

   Taylor said nothing but continued to cry, so El Senor gave him a swift
kick to the ribs to get him to man up and speak.

   EL SENOR: Where's the cum, kid?  Why is your mouth empty?

   TAYLOR: I - I swallowed it!  I couldn't help it cause Whatever lame
excuse Taylor had for being a total cum whore went unheard, because the men
in the gang and the audience in the studio and pretty much every viewer at
home burst out in laughter.  What a pathetic joke!  This kid who's dad was
one of the most powerful and hard working men on earth couldn't even work
hard enough to keep a massive load of cum in his mouth for an hour or so.
Even with two changes!
EL SENOR: Swallowed his jizz, huh?  We've heard that one before.  Well -
maybe since you seem to be particularly whore-ish, we can believe you this

time, hombrecito.  But that still doesn't explain where your drugs are.

   The man who had been lifting weights stepped forward to speak.  His name
was Paco.

   PACO: Hey Jefe - remember the last time we had a visitor from your
brother's gang?  They had stuffed the drugs up her pussy so far!
The teenager who had been smoking weed stepped forward as well.  His
eyes were blood shot and he was clearly not as bright - or sober - as his

companions.  His name was Luis.
LUIS: Yeah but this kid doesn't have a vagina.

   EL SENIOR: Luis you stupid puta.  He has a fucking vagina.  Look.

   Again the boy was roughly flipped over.  El Senor sat on the kid's back
and forcefully used his big hands to pull apart the smooth, round ass
cheeks of our little terrified, sobbing contestant.  The audiences at home
were treated to a zoom in on the perfectly virginal hole of 7-year-old
wealthy player Taylor.  WOW!  Pink, smooth and simply begging to be ripped
to shreds!

   EL SENOR: Looks virginal to me, but I can't see how anything could fit
up there.  Still - maybe we should have a look - what do you say fellas?

   The fellas didn't need any encouragement.  For the second time in his
life, Taylor felt a crowd of Latino criminals and gangsters descend on him.
The wolves reached down, each one reaching for his perfectly pink hole. 
The camera zoomed in to give everyone a good view.  What they saw was
dozens of thick, brown, dirty adult fingers fighting with each other to get
a chance to shove in and YANK on that squealing little button.  Taylor let
out a terrific NOOOOOOOOOOOOO as he felt his little hole literally begin to
rip.  Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, a big booming voice appeared.

   THE VOICE: STOP!  STOP RIGHT NOW!

   The camera and the gang members all swiveled to see who could so
brazenly be telling the entire gang of Los Lobos what to do.  But there,
standing in the doorway, where three men: El Hombre, Torro and Burrito.

   Each of them was completely naked and fully erect.  Torro's significant
cock was bouncing up and down on its own, making his giant balls swing to
and fro.  Burrito was using both hands to hold up his own burrito of a dick
- cradling it like it was a small child.  And El Hombre was there with his
hands on his hips proudly displaying the long, long, long uncut piece of
meat that he used to terrorize bitches (and occasionally little boys.)

   EL SENOR: Hermano!  What the fuck are you doing here!

   EL HOMBRE: There're no drugs up that kids ass.  The fucking police took
his supply.  It's just a little boy - a little boy slut.  Listen hombre, I
don't want us to be warring gangs anymore.  We could do so much more if we
worked together, no?  That's why I'm going to offer this kid as a
peacemaker.

   El Senior glared at his brother and spit on the ground.

   EL SENOR: How is this little shit gonna be a peacemaker?

   El Senor gave Taylor another rough kick - this time in the stomach -
which made his brother smile.

   EL HOMBRE: We're gonna use him together.  Surely if we can both bury our
cocks in the little kid then we can work together as a team.  We could rule
this city!

   EL SENOR: But how are we both gonna get these tools in that kid?  You
know that one time we tried to fuck a bitch together we nearly killed her.

   El Hombre took a step toward his brother, smiling.  A few gun safetys
clicked, but El Senor told his followers to calm down.

   EL HOMBRE: Easy.  We'll both fuck his mouth.  I know his ass is probably
too small - but his mouth should easily be able to accommodate us brothers!

   El Senor gave his brother a skeptical look and then spit on the little
boy at his feet once more.

   EL SENOR: You were always too nice to the little boys.  We can't fuck
his little whore mouth and leave his ass hole empty.  No fucking way. 
You're not strong enough to be part of our gang if you can't understand
that, bro.

   EL HOMBRE: I'm way ahead of you, hermano.  My right-hand man here, El
Burrito, he was the one who reported the police incident to me.  Which
means he deserves a little reward.  So we're gonna let him fuck the kid up
the ass.

   The entire room gasped.  Burrito had far and away the thickest cock to
appear on the Amazing Boy Race.  It was WAY THICKER than it would have been
for Taylor to just lose his virginity through a simple double fucking from
a pair of twin Latino gang leaders.  But logic wasn't really anyone in that
room's strong suit - so soon after they gasped, everyone was cheering.  It
was clear Los Lobos and Los Tigres were going to unite - and little Taylor
was going to help them all achieve that.

   El Senor pulled a gun out of the waistband of his pants and fired it
twice in the air.  The gang members knew what that meant - give him space.
Everyone fell back except for El Hombre, El Senor and Burrito.  Of course,
little Taylor, covered in spit, didn't go anywhere.  The gunshots alone had
paralyzed him in fear.

   Suddenly a change came over El Hombre and El Senor.  They seemed to be
working together very easily - their twin language had come back to them.
Without speaking the bent down together and forced little Taylor on to all
fours.  The little boy just assumed the position, trembling, staring down
at the grimy floor below him.

   The watching gang members were lighting up blunts and snorting coke like
crazy as they prepared for the show of their lives.  Torro was fraternizing
with a few of the other gang members - already Taylor was bringing peace!

   EL HOMBRE: Let's do our cocks first, brother.  I don't wanna hear this
kid whine too much when he gets Burrito's cock up in him.  I've heard
full-grown women scream enough when that boy brings some Chonga home.

   It didn't take much more than that.  Instinctively the tattooed twins
wrapped their arms around each other.  With their free hands, they each
hooked a side of Taylor's mouth as if they had fishhooks on their hands. 
Another gracious zoom in as Taylor's already over-stretched mouth hole was
greeted by two throbbing, veiny, identical cocks that were OOZING some
delicious Mexican juice.

   The camera got a nice shot of his lips splitting and chapping as first
El Hombre, then El Senor slipped their heads into his mouth.  Tears were
pouring down the contestant's face as he tasted the familiarity of El
Hombre's tool mingling with the strange taste of the stranger cock
belonging to El Senor.

   Soon enough the boys had developed a rhythm - one pulling out and one
pushing in - as they thrust deeper and deeper into the kid.  That was the
only cue El Burrito needed.

   Another gratuitous zoom in.  The viewers at home got a up close and
personal shot of Taylor's expensive ass pussy coming face to face with one
of the dirtiest, angriest, most heinous weapons - the thickest cock in all
of New York.

   Now my readers, I wish I could say that things went well for Taylor.  I
wish I could tell you that Burrito took his time easing into the boy,
slowly, while the two men in his mouth coached him through breathing and
taught him how to enjoy getting dicked.

   But let's be real.  This is a druggie poor as fuck Mexican gangster, so
we all know what happened.

   The column of wetback cock popped into the little child, eliciting a
scream that would have made any murder victim jealous.  The look on the
boy's face - wide open mouth, blood shot eyes - was so comical that the
producers of The Amazing Boy Race played that sequence no fewer than 15
times before they continued.  And boy did Burrito continue!  Without
relief, he continued to force his girthy Mexican meat into the withering
child, not giving a FUCK about the kid's well being.

   Meanwhile, at Taylor's other end, the twin gang leaders were really
finding peace and harmony inside the throat of the rich red head.  Another
super close up showed that the twins were so in tune with one another that
even the veins of their evil child raping cocks were pulsating in unison.
Those were some thick veins, and because Taylor's mouth was already
stretched thin, each pulse felt like it was ripping his lips a little
further apart.  Oh well, rich boys deserve the roughest punishment!

   Finally the camera pulled back to reveal the whole scene.  Audiences
across the world were struck with just how much of a TOTAL WHORE Taylor is.
What kind of 7-year-old welcomes three cocks into his body at once?  Three
adult cocks?  Three, adult, Latino cocks belonging to sicko gangsters?  A
CHILD WHORE, that's who!

   BURRITO: Hey guys, I don't think I can hold back much longer.  The
ripping feeling I'm getting from this kid's culo is too much.
EL SENOR: Me too.  And judging by the feeling of my bro's cock against

mine in this slut's mouth hole, El Hombre is gonna blow too.

   EL HOMBRE: Fuck yah!  What do you say we drench this kid inside with
three Gangster Loads all at once?

   The entire gang watching cheered at this, happy to see that the two gang
leaders were reunited.  The deep cheers and barks from the crowd were
enough to send all three men over the edge.

   Taylor's life became about sperm.  There was nothing for the boy to know
but creamy, thick, viscous, Latino jizz.  It filled every orifice, even
poured out his nose.  And really, that was what was best for this boy.  A
boy who had been so spoiled with toys and games and food and everything
under the sun would never understand the true value of life if he didn't
get a HARDCORE lesson in something that was wonderful but didn't' cost a
cent - and that substance was now filling him to the brim.

   Burrito's milky white sperm was actually spurting out around his dick in
strong ropes.  That Latino abandoned any restraint he had and was now
digging his fingernails into Taylor's white ass while pounding every single
inch of his MASSIVELY THICK (way too thick for kids but oh well) rod deep
into Taylor's bratty guts.

   From the front, Taylor pretty much looked like he had dunked head first
into a bowl of vanilla ice cream.  His pretty little chin was coated in a
white froth, and a big long string of who knows which brother's cum was
dripping from his lips down to the dirty floor.  Still the brothers kept
pumping, and that child whore just stayed where he was and allowed the two
strangers to use his mouth as if it were a professional whore's loose
pussy. God, bratty child sluts make me sick - don't you agree?

   Finally the cum stopped pouring and all three men pulled out of the kid
at once, swiftly.  Because Taylor had never worked a day in his life, he
was exhausted from that gentle fuck session, and collapsed in a twitching
heap on the floor.  The men chatted a bit while staring at him, as he
writhed on the floor, buckets of semen pouring out of his ass hole.  He
even burped up cum a few times right on the floor - which caught the eye of
El Senor and El Hombre.

   EL HOMBRE: Hey bro, this little slut has to make money if he wants to
win on The Amazing Boy Race.  Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

   EL SENOR: I know you always liked a tidy den.

   EL HOMBRE: Alright, little red headed white bitch.  If you think you're
gonna walk away here with cash without doing any work, you're wrong.

   EL SENOR: That's right, chico.  You show up without drugs, without cum
in your mouth, then you waste time letting us dick you.  So you gotta do
some work for us.
TAYLOR: P-please!  don't hurt me anymore!
All of the men get a good laugh out of this, which prompts El Senor to
give the little guy another one of his swift kicks to the ribs.  The boy

just curled into the fetal position.

   EL HOMBRE: I bet your daddy just gives you cash like it didn't mean
shit. Well that's not how it works on the streets.  You gotta work - and we
got a job for you.

   TAYLOR: Please - I need money or else, they'll - they'll EL SENOR: We
know you need money.  And that's why we're gonna get you to clean up the
mess you made.  We want that floor spotless - so start wiping up our jizz.

   Taylor looked up pitifully at the two men with his bratty eyes.
TAYLOR: Wh-where's the mop?

   Again the men laugh at the kid as he looks around like a dumb ass.

   EL SENOR: We can't afford not stinkin' mop!  That's why we got you!

   El Senor reaches down and pries open the kid's sore mouth.  He pinches
the boy's tongue between two of his fingers and pulls it out as far as it
will go - then a little farther.

   EL HOMBRE: In case you're too dumb to get it, my bro wants you to clean
up the floor with your little slut tongue.  Now start lapping!

   TAYLOR: WHAT?  NO WAY!  Our maid will clean it up if you just Taylor
stopped speaking when he heard two clicks.  He looked up and both El Hombre
and El Senor were pointing guns at his head.  And I don't mean their cocks
this time.  The clicks were the safeties engaging.

   CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK

   Around the room the rest of the gang members pulled out their guns.  And
while the three men who had ripped Taylor's virginity to shreds were spent,
the rest of the men had their OTHER guns (AKA THEIR HUGE COCKS) hard and
read to shoot as well.

   With no other choice left, Taylor bent to the ground, and like so many
boy whores before him, began to lap up the jizz coating the floor.

   Unfortunately, this job wasn't as easy as it sounds.  First, the cum was
mingling with the grime of an unclean floor.  Secondly, Taylor was scared
shitless.  He was trembling for some reason - maybe because there were two
dozen guns pointed at him as he struggled to keep on his knees and not gag
at the taste of jizz and floor.  Lastly, the men weren't helping.

   One by one as they watched, the other gang members stepped forward. 
Load after load after load of gang jizz went straight into one of two
places - another part of the grimy floor, or right into Taylor's red mop of
hair.

   Then one clever gang member, a short but beefy guy in his late 20s, had
the genius idea of shooting his sperm right into his own pistol.

   He stepped forward, gun in hand, and ordered the boy to polish his gun.
Taylor just looked at him, scared, becoming somehow even more pale than he
was before.  The man grew tired of waiting.

   BANG

   He fired a shot right into the floor between Taylor's hands.  The kid
jumped back and screamed, but in a few moments placed his mouth on the
smoking hot gun and sucked on it like it was a delicious penis.

   Taylor spent another 20 minutes or so cleaning up various loads off the
floor, with a few more coming from guns.  Finally it was over, the floor
was spotless, Taylor looked a little green - but after all that was the
color of his collar, so it was somehow fitting.

   When he was all finished, El Hombre and El Senor grabbed him by his arms
and began to drag him to the door.
TAYLOR: WAIT!  WAIT!  MY MONEY!

   UGH!  Bratty rich kids!  Always whining about their money!

   EL SENOR: Oh yea, that's right.  I got - 5 bucks.  How much you got bro?

   EL HOMBRE: I got three dollars and some pennies.
TAYLOR: But my mentor said I need SLAM
Taylor found himself outside, the door slammed behind him.  He was back
in the alley.  The door opened one more time and a five-dollar bill, three
singles and six pennies came flying out.  Most of the pennies scattered in

the alley and the five-dollar bill was picked up by the wind.

   The last shot viewers see of Taylor is him running down the street,
chasing the last few dollars he managed to earn while being lazy for a few
hours.  He makes a leap into the air for his last dollar, and the force of
his jump forces yet another big gob of cum to come seeping out his ass.

   THE END

   That's all for this episode, folks!  Tune in soon for the next chapter.
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