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   This story is going to meander in a variety of ways and will address a
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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 9 (Boy/Boy, Boy/Men)

   The brick path eventually met a sprawling ocean before veering off and
following the coastline, water to one side and sand dunes to the other. 
For his part, Collin found the cool sea breeze refreshing and he happily
skipped down the path, naked but for his new necklace, as it weaved along
the coast.  The path soon slid around a huge rocky outcropping and Collin,
taking in the scene before him as he rounded the bend, gasped in surprise.

   The outcropping that faced the ocean was not, as he had first believed,
a natural cliff face.  Instead, it appeared as if expert masons had worked
the cliff face into an intimidating fortress of stone.  Large windows, huge
pillars, and dangerous looking battlements peered out at the ocean beyond
as if daring an enemy fleet to attempt an unwise assault upon the shore.

   Collin only gave the sea fort a moments glance, though, as his eyes were
drawn to his brick path.  "Paths", he said to himself with wonder.  For,
indeed, another path similar to his own came from the opposite direction to
merge with his.  Where Collin's stones all had a slightly reddish hue to
them, this other path was distinctly purplish and the two paths met in a
swirl of purple and red bricks before the new multicolored lane moved
directly into the ocean.

   "Not the ocean," Collin realized suddenly as he peered at this most
unusual sight.  In the surf lay a large translucent barrier that shielded
the path from the water as the brick road sloped downward.  Taking a step
forward, Collin could see that the brick path appeared to follow the ocean
floor while the glass-like barrier surrounding it formed an impenetrable
tunnel.  Collin remembered the aquarium he'd once visited and how people
could walk along the lighted path, seemingly underwater, while viewing all
the fish and plants floating around them.  "An underwater tunnel!" the boy
said as he grinned.  This was so cool.

   Something caught his eye, then, and Collin turned to look at the purple
path before it merged with his own.  Upon it lay a Chicago Bulls jersey. 
Collin inhaled sharply.  A Bulls jersey?  That could only mean someone from
his own world was here!  This other path must be the path through Cummyland
of some other kid!  Looking around wildly, Collin saw no other signs of a
child from his own land.  Biting his lower lip, he focused on the fortress.
Shrugging his shoulders, Collin wandered around the battlements before
reaching the great stone door of the fort.  It was slightly open.  Peering
into the blackness beyond, Collin slipped inside before a puff of gas from
a hidden trap knocked him unconscious.

   Collin awoke to someone pouring water on his head.  "Huh!  What?" he
sputtered, waking up as the cold wetness shocked him to full alertness. 
Laughter filled the room at his reaction and he heard sputtering from just
next to him.  Turning his head, he saw another boy recovering much as he
was and Collin quickly surveyed the boy and their surroundings.

   The boy was maybe nine years old and naked but for the knee-high tube
socks that covered the boy's feet.  He was kneeling, Collin noticed, and
his hands were tied just behind his back.  Collin shifted, then, and
realized that he was in the same position as the boy, kneeling on the stone
floor with his own hands tied firmly behind his back.

   "Wake up, boys!" said a man standing just a few feet away and holding a
large bucket.  Collin glared at him.  The brute was large, with a red
bandana over his head and a black eye patch over one eye.  The Skull and
Bones, the symbol of a pirate, Collin knew, was tattooed on the man's bare
chest.  When the man grinned, Collin saw a bright gold tooth.  Other
similarly looking men were scattered around the large room and Collin
realized that this fortress must have fallen to this pirate horde long ago.

   Many conversations sprung up at that point and Collin leaned over and
whispered to the other boy, "Hey, you ok?"

   "Yeah," the boy responded feistily, grunting as he tried the bindings
that held his hands.

   "You from Chicago?" Collin asked a heartbeat later.

   The boy's eyes widened.  "How did you know?  Yeah, its where..." Taking
a deep breath as he realized the implications, the boy appeared about to
ask a question when a hushed silence fell over the crowed.  Collin and the
boy turned to see a man, his long coat and wide pirate hat marking him as
the obvious captain, standing in the doorway.

   "My my my" the pirate captain said as he surveyed his crew and the two
bound boys.  "Two little rabbits, caught in our trap?  That's amazing? 
This is an illustrious occasion." The men cheered.  "Well boys," the
captain said, stepping into the room fully and leaning against a large
stone column, "me and my crew are only making a brief pit-stop at this old
fortress.  Resting up, you see, before we take our ship and cross the sea
to loot and pillage.  And we are in desperate need for a new cabin boy. 
There are many duties that have lately been unfulfilled." The men chuckled.
"But we only need one cabin boy.  Two would be a burden on supplies.  So
I'm feeling a bit sporting.  How about this?  A game.  The loser of the
game joins my crew.  The winner leaves unmolested.  What do you say?"

   The boys didn't respond, the words of the pirate not quite sinking in.

   The pirate frowned.  "Or we could just cut your throats"

   "Ill play!" the other boy said loudly.

   "I'll play!" shouted Collin a moment later, realizing that his only
means of escape was to win.

   Soon, the boys stood at one side of the long room while the pirate crew
lined both of the walls.  The pirate captain, his smile wide, stood proudly
across at the other end.  Between the boys and the captain were two
fifty-foot wooden planks studded every few feet with obscene glass
phalluses jutting up at right angles.  The phalluses, the captain
explained, were from his own personal stock and were ordered on their
wooden base from smallest to biggest.  They had been slickened with grease
and were strong as steel, the captain said excitedly, so all Collin and the
other boy would need to do was place his anus on the very tip and sit down.

   "Once the phallus has impaled you completely, you can get off and move
to the next one in line.  Remember, boys, that they get bigger as you go.
You might want to bounce a few times to loosen yourself up before tackling
larger prizes." The crew erupted in laughter.  "And you lose by having your
opponent finish the course before you.  It's that simple!" As Collin
watched, many of the pirates began to drop the trousers and stroke their
rising cocks.

   "But what about our hands," the boy next to Collin said as he angrily
pulled at the bindings behind his back.  The pirates had yet to release
their arms and Collin, his hands and arms tied tightly behind him, was
wondering how he would manage to sit on any of the fake penises without
being able to use his hands to steady himself.

   "You don't need them boy.  Just make good choices." The crowd laughed
again.  "Now go!"

   The boys scrambled forward, planting their feet on either side of the
first dildo and squatting down.  Neither made a sound as the short thin
phallus entered them, it's length and girth barely noticeable.  The second
and third dildos were a bit bigger but neither boy seemed bothered.

   A low groan echoed to Collin's right as he mounted the fourth dildo and
he turned to see glossy black glass slide up the younger boy's bum while
the youngster wiggled in pleasure.  Using his legs, the other boy then
proceeded to bounce a few times on the rude intruder as his asshole got
used to the invasion.  Collin was still fine but found himself bouncing
similarly on dildo five a moment later.

   Sweat poured from Collin as he slowly inserted dildo eight, a solid
eight inch fuckstick, a few moments later.  The younger boy was busy
bouncing like a rabbit on dildo six and Collin was pleased to think that he
was going to win this race thanks to his larger frame and more pliant
asshole.  Then, as the thick cock rubbed across his already abused
prostate, Collin's eyes went wide and his feet slipped from beneath him,
harshly impaling himself on the monster and causing the boy to squeal as he
climaxed.  His cock bounced up and down as it launched blasts of cum and
Collin's asshole twitched in delight.  His whole body orgasm continued for
some time and Collin moaned as he lost control of his senses.

   When he finally came back to earth and his breathing became steady, he
turned to see the progress of the younger boy.  The boy was vigorously
pounding himself on dildo seven as his body and immature cocklett quaked in
a dry kiddie-cum.  Still, the boy's orgasm didn't slow him down and
Collin's eyes widened as the boy leapt off the phallus and slammed himself
onto the dildo parallel to Collin's own.  The boy continued to twitch and
grunt in obvious orgasmic delight but the thickness of the new cock proved
no match for the boy.

   Collin quickly managed to get up and slammed himself all the way onto
dildo nine, seeing that there was only one dildo left for him to finish. 
He bounced as the fake cock stretched him wide, moaning obscenely as his
battered prostate responded to the new abuse.  Not to be outdone, the other
boy almost immediately landed next to him, having a bit of trouble at first
but soon finding his rhythm.  The boys rode their new intruders as the
onlookers hooted and masturbated furiously.  Collin could feel his body
wanting to climax again from the anal stimulation but he bit his tongue and
ignored the mounting pleasure.  He just needed to get stretched out a
little bit more before he tried the last massive dildo!

   "Keep it up boys!" yelled the captain from in front of them as he jerked
off furiously.  "And if it looks like you are going to lose, you have my
permission to cheat!  First to get his cute bottom all the way down to the
base of last dildo gets to leave!  Remember that!"

   Standing at nearly the same moment, Collin and the other boy rushed to
the new phalluses.  They were huge!  Long and especially thick, Collin had
to wonder how in the world he was to get it up his ass.  Standing over it,
he sunk downwards and the massive spear slowly began to sink up his dilated
rectum.  The other boy was doing the same to his dildo.

   Inch by inch, the boys slowly pressed downward as they tried to get the
last dildo up their ass.  It was slow going.  They had to relax their
assholes as completely as possible and any clenching, of which there was
much thanks to their sensitive prostates protesting the newest intrusion,
caused them to immediately halt any progress made.  It was maddening!



   [StorySplit 9A/9B)

   9A (Continue the Story).

   He needed more time!  How could the other boy, who was obviously younger
than him, beat him at this?  The boy had to have a tighter asshole!  He had
to!  Looking over, he could see that the other boy was halfway down this
last hurdle and Collin knew at that moment that he would lose if something
didn't change.  What had the pirate said?  Something about cheating?

   An idea crossed Collin's mind.  It was certainly a gamble, he realized,
but it was his only chance.  Straightening and hearing a loud POP as his
asshole released the huge phallus below him, he jumped over to the other
boy and fell to his knees.  As the boy began to voice a question, Collin
took the boy's rock hard pecker into his mouth and sucked the younger boy
rapidly, bobbing on the boy's horny tool while the kid squealed his
protest. "Nooo!  STOPPP!!  AUUGGHH!!!!" Then the kid climaxed!

   Shaking uncontrollably, the boy stopped sinking.  His head and chest
flew backwards and forwards, snot and spit flying from his mouth as he
wailed in orgasm.  Collin wasted no time, jumping back to his own dildo and
redoubling his efforts.  As he slowly sunk lower and lower, he watched in
amazement as the other boy continued to thrash about.  It wasn't until the
room erupted in cheers that Collin even realized he had the entire dildo up
his ass and had won the competition.  He was to be set free!  Above the din
of the pirates, the other boy continued to whine though his volatile
kiddie-cum.

   Collin was rapidly pulled of the dildo and escorted to the exit.  Before
leaving, he caught sight of the other boy, still obviously climaxing, as he
was pulled into an orgy of sweaty pirates; one large pirate cock being
forced up his ass as another pirate cock was shoved down his throat.  A
third pirate, Collin saw just as the sight disappeared from view, had
latched onto the boy's twitching boycock and had begun to suck the poor boy
with vigor.

   Before Collin knew it, he was standing at the fortress exit with the
captain.  "That way boy.  Your journey continues!" The captain gave a
dismissive wave towards Collin's brick path and the strange glass tube
leading deep into the ocean before pushing Collin away from the door and
closing it in the boys face.  Shrugging, Collin turned and headed into the
deep, the boy from his own world already forgotten.



   9B (End the Story).

   Collin was trying.  He really was.  He was focused on the fake cock in
his ass and doing everything he could to relax his sphincter and sink
lower. There was no pain; only resistance and naughty seductive pleasure.
He knew, without a doubt, that he'd cum if he thought too much about it.

   Sudden movement drew Collin's attention and the other boy was before
him, kneeling and moving towards Collin's straining cock.  "Wait!" he
shouted.  "Don't!  NO!!" But it was too late.  The younger boy sucked
Collin's cock all the way to the hilt, bouncing up and down vigorously
while using his tongue to caress Collins pole.  It was too much.  Much too
much.  Collin climaxed, throwing his head back and howling as his ass
clamped on the dildo and he trembled violently.  He wasn't in control of
himself.  He couldn't move.  All he could do was ride the waves of pleasure
surging through his body and hope to come out intact.

   A sudden cheer filled the room and Collin, still high in his orgasm,
sensed he had lost the contest.  His head lulled forward and he saw the
other boy being led out of the room.  Then, large pirate hands pulled him
up roughly as one cock was shoved up his now vacated asshole and another
was pushed deep into his mouth.  Collin felt his hands wrap around two more
straining cocks as a mysterious mouth latched onto his dribbling boyhood
and began to suck his sensitive organ back to life.  Moments later,
Collin's mind drifted into the hazy sexual feelings and all he knew was
pleasure.

   Collin eventually found his way onto the pirate boat where he sailed the
seas as cabin boy, servicing the men night and day while spending most of
his time on his hands and knees.

   Then, one morning, Collin woke up to sunlight streaming through his
bedroom window.  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. 
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 failing to think as deviously as the boy from Chicago?