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 Warning: This story is unsuitable for minors and contains explicit
descriptions of sexual activity considered taboo (and illegal) in most (if
not all) jurisdictions.  If such activity offends you, please DO NOT read
any further.  I do not condone any illegal activity and stress that this
work is fiction, fantasy, and in no way meant to reflect reality.  Sexual
abuse of minors is a very serious issue and I encourage anyone tempted to
engage in such behavior to seek help immediately.

   This story is going to meander in a variety of ways and will address a
variety of kinks.  As such, I will try and include a brief description of
which kinds of acts will be happening at the beginning of each chapter so
readers will know what to avoid.
Title: Collin in CummyLand

   Last Updated: 2/12/18

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   Without further ado...

   Chapter 4 (Boy/Girl)

   The path slowly began to ascend out of the forest as the sky darkened
and a cool breeze swept across land that was growing ever more rocky.  The
densely packed trees were gone, now, and Collin shivered slightly as he
trudged onward, barren hills and desolate grasslands spreading out all
around him.  Though he now could see in all directions, he felt exposed
instead of comforted by the view and he found himself hesitant to consider
leaving the path.  The bricks under his feet were his anchors and nothing
tempted him to stray.

   The boy felt as if he had been walking for days.  Time, he considered,
seemed to be fickle in CummyLand but twilight was almost certainly
approaching.  Still full of energy, he wondered if he would need to walk
through the night or if he should stop somewhere and rest.

   A light appeared in the distance as he topped a hill and he could see
through the murky gloom the outline of a building about a mile down the
road.  As he got closer, the light from a window beckoned him onward and he
was soon standing at the iron wrought gate of a large building advertising
itself as "The Pleasure Place Inn." The inn was a large two-story building
surrounding a huge internal courtyard that Collin could see from where he
stood.  Music spilled from the lush garden and figures move about inside,
laughing and telling jokes and engaged in general revelry.

   Sounds came from the windows above and to his side and Collin cocked his
ear to listen.  Grunts.  Moans.  Sighs of satisfaction.  "Sexy sounds" the
boy murmured to himself, his boyhood reacting slightly as he began to chub
up.

   Suddenly, a man was standing at the gate.  He wore fine looking clothing
and many rings adorned his hands.  Twiddling his mustache, he stared down
at the boy and smiled an unsavory smile.  "May I help you?" he said in a
nasally voice.

   "Um" Collin began, not really sure what to say.

   "Let me guess," the man interrupted.  "You need a bed for the night? 
Perhaps a meal?  You have no way to pay?  The only thing you own in the
whole of this world is that shawl you wear around your shoulders?"

   Collin nodded with each pronouncement.  This man knew his business.

   "Come in, boy.  Come in." The man opened the gate, grasped Collin none
to gently, and pulled him through into the courtyard.  The many patrons
continued their party but Collin could now see, as the light was
considerably brighter here, that many of them were engaged in sexual
adventures with each other.  The sight lasted only a moment, though, before
Collin was pushed into a small kitchen, handed a bowl of steaming stew, and
told to eat at a small corner table.

   Moments later, Collin burped in satisfaction.  The man, who came over at
the sound, looked him up and down.  "Well, now that you have enjoyed my
food and knowing that you will enjoy one of my many beds, it is time to
discuss payment." He smiled mischievously and Collin felt a small knot in
his stomach.  "You are a virgin, yes?  Never been with a girl?  I can smell
it on you."

   Collin stared at the man and, realizing what the man was talking about,
nodded slowly.

   "Good.  Then follow me.  My guests are rather randy tonight and the
deflowering of a virgin will be an excellent show.  Come!" With that, the
man grabbed Collin's wrist and pulled him back into the courtyard.  A stage
topped with pillows, it seemed, had been set up and men and women had
surrounded it as they continued their sexual exploits.  Most of the lights
had been put out but several lit the stage brightly.  Eyes tracked Collin
as he was herded through the crowd and up onto the platform.

   Before he knew it, the boy was standing in the center of the stage
staring at the un-seeable crowd.  They stared back from the gloom.

   "Esmeralda!" the man yelled from somewhere in the darkness.  A jingle of
bells responded and Collin turned to his right as a girl stepped onto the
stage.  She was lovely.  Perhaps eleven years old, her sharp angular
features were painted thick but tastefully with makeup and a dozen small
bells were fastened in her hair.  She was naked but for a small metallic
collar around her neck, smooth and hairless with only the hint of budding
breasts.  She stood provocatively as the crowd groaned in satisfaction.

   Collin also groaned as his cocklett reacted to the sight almost
immediately by springing to attention.  The girl, Esmeralda, smiled and
licked her lips.  Saying nothing, she sauntered over like a cat and stood
on her tiptoes to plant a gentle but electric kiss on Collin's lips.  He
closed his eyes, not breathing.

   Suddenly, her presence was gone from in front of him and he opened his
eyes.  Where had she gone?

   Warm lips engulfed his aching tool while a hot talented tongue flicked
rapidly over his cockhead.  "OHHH!  AHHH!!" he grunted, looking down at the
girl on her knees in front of him.  The crowd erupted with moans of delight
as the girl's head bobbed talentedly up and down on his straining flesh. 
Placing his hands on her head, he found himself a bit weak-kneed at the
intensity of the pleasure and closed his eyes again.

   The blowjob lasted a few minutes until, just as he was about to cum, the
girl released him and fell backwards.  The cold air on his wet cock shocked
Collin and he looked down, seeing the girl staring seductively up at him
with her legs spread wide.  Her dripping wet sex, soft and pink, called to
him as he fell to his knees and looked at his first every pussy.

   "Fuck her boy!" yelled someone from the crowd as others laughed and
Collin, acting on impulse, slid himself between her legs.  Her hand helped
guide him and soon the tip of his cock pushed against her experienced
entrance.  Taking a deep breath, he pushed forward and all four inches slid
wonderfully up her tight hot snatch.

   Collin grunted and groaned as he fucked her in front of the crowd,
nature taking hold and guiding him through the motions.  The girl moaned
loudly throughout the fucking and twice her pussy seemed to clamp down on
his tool as she writhed in climax.  Her second orgasm sent him over the
edge and Collin howled in pleasure as his cock, pistoning in and out of her
with the speed of youth, erupted his copious seed deep into her.

   The crowd erupted in appreciative applause as Collin collapsed on the
girl and their breathing slowed.  Then, as if catching another wind, the
girl wiggled out from under Collin and, taking his hand, pulled him up and
towards the edge of the stage.  "She ain't done with you, boy!" called the
man from somewhere.  "Tak'n you to her room for a night full o'fun!"

   The man's words proved prophetic as the girl dragged Collin to a small
cluster of rooms on the first floor and began to pull him into her
bedchamber.  For a moment, the boy had to decide whether to continue the
dalliance.



   [StorySplit 4A/4B)

   4A (Continue the Story)

   "Um" he started as he stopped at the entrance to the girl's room.  "I um
I'm kinda tired.  Its been a long day." The excuse sounded pretty weak to
his own ears but Collin, as much as he had enjoyed the fun, was really
ready to call it a night.  The girl pulled at his arm but he refused to
budge.  She never said a word.

   Moments later, the girl gave up, let go of his hand, shrugged her
shoulders, and entered her room.  Looking back with one shy smile, she
reached out and took the shawl from his shoulders before closing the door.

   For his part, Collin was unsure what to do next.  The door next to the
girl's room was open slightly, though, and, after peering in and finding it
empty, the boy decided to sleep there for the night.  Shutting the door
quietly and locking it for safety, he slid into the bed and drifted off to
sleep.  He didn't mind that the girl had his only bit of clothing; he'd get
it from her the following day.  Perhaps at breakfast?

   The next morning, a pounding from the girl's room next door woke Collin
with a start.  Shouting soon followed but Collin, recognizing the tone as
great displeasure, was already out of bed.  A new pounding began at his own
door as the boy slid open the window and jumped out onto the lawn, knowing
in his gut he didn't want to be in the inn when his door was finally
opened. Swallowing as the pounding grew louder, Collin turned and, spotting
the path, raced across the yard as naked as the day he was born and ran
full sprint down the brick pathway until the Pleasure Place Inn was well
out of sight.



   4B (End the Story).

   "Of course!" his mind screamed as he entered her bedchamber.  He'd just
lost his virginity to a girl!  A real live girl!  And she wanted more! 
Smiling, the two lovers closed the door behind them and fell into bed, his
cock already hard and her cunt already wet.  They moaned as he entered her
and the sounds of their fucking filled the room and melded with the
symphony of sex coming from the rest of the inn.

   Collin woke to a loud pounding on the girl's door the next morning.  The
night had been magical and he felt as if he had just gotten to sleep. 
Three more times the couple had achieved mutual satisfaction as the night
wore on and he had hoped that she might be ready for another go when they
both woke up.  The pounding on the door grew before the door swung open and
the man entered the room.

   Before Collin could react, the man pushed a metal collar around his neck
and snapped it shut, locking it in the process.  "Hey!" Collin said,
stunned as he rolled onto his back and tried to remove the metal band. 
"What the hell?" The girl, now awake, gave him a sorrowful stare and looked
away.

   The man beamed.  "The patrons thought you did great, boy!  You've got a
real knack for it.  Pretty boy, too.  Your show convinced me to keep you
on. You two are going to make a great act!"

   As Collin's eye widened, the man began to explain the boy's new life. 
Collin was a slave.  Would be a salve.  Would fuck Esmeralda every night
for the benefit of the guests, sure, but would never leave the inn again.

   Then, one morning, many years in the future, Collin woke up to sunlight
streaming through his bedroom window.  His childhood bedroom.  He was... 
back home?  No longer in Cummyland?  He glanced to the side of his bed and
grunted at his Xbox and TV.  Yep.  Back home.  Jumping up and looking at
himself in the mirror, Collin gasped in surprise as his 12-year-old face
stared back at him.  He hadn't aged at all, despite spending years with
Esmeralda!  Checking the wall calendar, Collin sighed in understanding.  It
was the day he had traveled to Cummyland.  Time in his world had not
marched on.  Then, with a sudden thought, the boy wondered what adventures
he had missed out on by getting trapped by Esmerald's girlish charms?