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Title: Paradise Circle (M/m, M/b, Bondage, Incest, Milking) Last
Updated: 6/1/17

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Without further ado...

I sighed as I stepped outside in the light rain, the cool air and
overcast sky a reflection of my somber mood. I had been trying to
delay this day for weeks but I knew that, as of today, I could
delay no longer. Resigned, and somewhat excited, I stepped away
from my front porch.

"So why are we going over to Mr. Johnson's house?" asked Dallas,
my eleven-year-old son curious as he walked between me and his
fourteen-year-old brother Austin. I spared him a glance, wincing
to myself as the lie left my lips.

"He's going to show us a project he's been working on."

"It's cool, D," Austin said with forced enthusiasm. "You'll...
you'll like it." He knew what was going on. He felt as I did;
ashamed and eager.

Helpless to do anything and unwilling to try.

Oh, we could run. We could call the police. I could take my
uncle's old shotgun from the over the mantle and end this whole
thing with the pull of a trigger.

I won't.

Paradise awaits.

.......

Our cul-de-sac, Paradise Circle, was supposed to be a new
beginning for our family after my wife left us and we moved out
here from the city. Brand new, the housing development promised
us the American Dream. White picket fence. Two acres and a mule.
True paradise.

It was a lie.

I was a lie for me. It was a lie for my sons. It was a lie for
the Smiths and the Millers and the Thompsons and the Kings and
the Sullivans and the Coopers. It was a lie for every family that
bought a goddamn house on this cursed little circle from the
housing developer, Mr. Reginald Johnson, and condemned themselves
to this... this... existence that we now all seem to live.

And yet, it was the most wonderful thing that could have happened
to any of us.

I glanced to my right and saw Sean Sullivan standing on his
porch, his fourteen-year-old son Luke standing next to him. I
looked left and I could see Tom King and his twelve-year-old
twins Adam and Eric staring at us through their front window.
Tyler Miller, age fourteen, and Andy Miller, age thirteen,
pretended to play basketball in their driveway as they watched us
out of the corner of their eye and glanced nervously toward their
seven-year-old brother Michael, who was busy drawing chalk
designs on the asphalt, and I knew they were wondering when it
would be his turn to visit Mr. Johnson. No boy not yet introduced
to Mr. Johnson knew what lay beneath his home. By his order, none
knew what to expect until they were led there the first time.

Because of all the eyes focused on me and my two sons as we
walked across the circle, I knew that everyone else knew what was
going to happen today. Mr. Johnson must have informed the circle
that I was bringing Dallas over for the first time.

The lonely walk toward paradise.

..........

When Johnson had begun selling the homes on the circle, he had
carefully only allowed all-male families to move in. Most were
single fathers who had several sons. The Millers and the Smiths
were gay couples who had adopted several boys each. I should have
thought it suspicious when I realized there were no women in our
neighborhood. Before I could suspect anything, though, Johnson
sprung his trap. I later learned it was that way with every other
family here.

The trappings of paradise, I suppose.

...........

Dallas protested a little as we entered Mr. Johnson's home
without knocking. Austin and I made token reassurances that Mr.
Johnson was expecting us.

Dallas seemed confused when we walked into the kitchen, opened
the walk-in pantry, and pulled a small lever which revealed a
hidden back and a steep decline into the darkness below. Again,
Austin and I explained that all was well.

Dallas made noises of interest as we walked down the bunker-like
hallway, passing several doors on our right and our left before
coming to the final door. Austin and I ignored him.

Dallas expressed confusion and some trepidation when I took the
blindfold from the wall and put it around his eyes. Austin and I
told him it was so the surprise wasn't ruined.

Dallas shuffled along obediently, his older brother steering him
safely, as I opened the door and led my two boys into Mr.
Johnson's large dungeon. Dallas said nothing, blind as he was.

Dallas followed my direction to the middle of the room where I
helped him get up on the table and handed him the glass of water
within easy reach. He resisted when I told him to drink it but he
eventually followed my orders, taking several gulps of the
liquid.

Then Dallas passed out as I laid him back gently, glancing at
Austin before the two of us left the room.

Paradise will come to each of us soon, both despite and because
of what we'd just done.

..........

Austin and I sat on a leather couch two rooms down and on the
left from where we had left Dallas. The room was bare, containing
only the couch, a coffee table, a small closed box, and a small
shelf where we had dutifully placed all of our clothing upon
entering. We didn't look at each other, knowing what was to come.
Minutes passed. Perhaps an hour.

"Hello boys" said a voice over the intercom system, interrupting
our own private thoughts with the arrogant tone I had come to
loathe from Reginald Johnson. "So good of you to join me. And you
brought little Dallas! I'm so happy!" The voice oozed, sickly
sweet and full of mock humor. "I'm glad I didn't have to cut you
boys off from paradise, since you had been so naughty and refused
to bring over little Dallas for me to get to know. But the
pictures you sent me helped tide me over, oh yes they did." I
cringed, knowing I had sent him dozens of pictures of my preteen
son as Dallas lounged around the house in his underwear in the
hopes that he might be satisfied. I knew, deep down, that Johnson
would not be assuaged so easily. Every family on paradise circle
had tried to delay the inevitable. None had succeeded because the
threat of being cut off from paradise was unthinkable. "Open the
box and take the green pill. You know the drill"

"Then we'll see paradise?" Austin asked, his voice trembling. I
glared at him, halfheartedly. I wanted to know the answer myself
despite the fact that my mind should have been focused on my
preteen son just down the hall.

"Oh yes, my little friend. You'll see paradise later tonight. You
know I keep my word." The man chuckled and both of us swallowed
the small green pills found in the box.

He did keep his word. Everyone on the circle visited his dungeon
at least once every two months, the younger boys much much more
frequently as Johnson apparently had a penchant for teens and
pre-teens. In return, everyone on the circle got to see paradise
once a week, taking the small silver pill that was Johnson's own
invention and flying higher than any drug ever created or,
indeed, ever imagined by man. I'd last seen paradise eight days
ago and I was desperate to do so again. Desperate enough, I
thought shamefully, to bring Dallas here when Johnson finally
demanded it of me. Just like little Michael Miller's dads would
bring him when Johnson decided it was time. Because of paradise.
Because the drug that took us to paradise mattered more than
anything else in existence.

"I washed little Dallas quite thoroughly while he slept." The man
continued over the speakers. "Gave him an enema, too. Now he's in
a mask for the first time and I think he's just starting to
wake." Austin and I shuddered. A mask. Johnson had dozens, maybe
hundreds, of them. They were form fitting latex helmets that
hugged the entire head uncomfortably close, leaving a small
opening to breath through which Johnson usually attached to a
hose and compression pump. The pump, I knew, would filter in
other drugs of Johnson's creation which would make the time in
the dungeon much more stimulating. Having been in the dungeon
many times myself, a plaything for Johnson, I knew that his drugs
could bring one to the peaks of ecstasy; second only to the
little silver pill which led to paradise.

I felt a shiver run through my body as my cock began to expand. I
noticed Austin shiver as well, his teenage member growing in time
with mine. The green pill was a aphrodisiac that Johnson had
every "witness" take before he played with one of the circle's
residents. I'd taken the green pill hundreds of times before.
Johnson's pattern was straightforward. Every night, and sometimes
several times on the weekend, he would let the residents of the
circle know who had been chosen to wear a mask in his dungeon.
Then, he would inform the circle who was "invited" to "witness"
the event. Sometimes it was family members of the mask wearer.
Sometimes it was neighbors. There never seemed to be rhyme or
reason, save that some of the family was always present the first
time a child was his plaything. Today was Dallas's first time and
Johnson had "invited" Austin and me. Like every witness, we knew
we would sit in this barren room, listen to his running
commentary of his fun with the mask wearer, and eventually get
ourselves off several times as the green pill made us enjoy what
we were witnessing. Over the years, I'd heard him play with every
other member of the circle (except for the little boys who hadn't
gotten old enough to interest Johnson) and had spent countless
loads sitting on that damn couch.

"He's awake, boys. I've got him strapped down nice and tight. The
only thing he's able to move is his head, but he can't see or
hear anything because of the nice tight mask. There there, kiddo.
It's ok. You're going to have so much fun with me today. I'm
flipping the switch to give him a bit of my magic fairy dust. I
know he's going to love it."

I closed my eyes, imagining Dallas in the tight black mask
squirming on the table in confusion and fear while the sickly
sweet particles of Johnson's chemical mixture began to fill his
lungs and arouse his body. My cock swelled at the image.

"My my my my my. Look at the little willy, here. Bald as a babe,
Dallas. Bald as a babe. No, it doesn't look like you shaved it at
all. The skin is perfectly smooth. Not even peach fuzz. My my my
my my. I knew you were young but, come on Dallas, surely you
should have some pubic hair? This is shameful for an
eleven-year-old. Very shameful. Speaking of shameful, folks,
little Dallas is getting hard. My fairy dust must be working!"

He said that every time one of his playthings got aroused. It was
one of his go-to lines.

"Well! Color me impressed. No hair but a respectable little tool,
Dallas. You should be proud, my boy. In fact, it looks like your
hard little nail is three and a half inches. Pretty good for
eleven. Eric King is a year older than you and he's half an inch
shorter. You're going to have to brag about this, my boy. Brag
about your mighty tool!"

The mask kept out all of the sound so most of Johnson's comments
were aimed at us witnesses. A sudden buzzing filled the room and
Austin groaned, his teenage member untouched but drooling a
little bit of shinny pre-cum. I groaned internally, knowing what
the buzzing represented.

"I've turned on Mr. Vibe, Dallas. He's a very friendly vibrator,
attached to a helpful and maneuverable arm which lets me set Mr.
Vibe wherever I so choose. And, since your little willy is
standing at attention, I think Mr. Vibe should make your
acquaintance. Don't you? After all, you and Mr. Vibe are going to
become great friends over the next few years." The buzzing
changed frequency slightly and I knew it was now touching the tip
of my pre-teen son's cock. "Oh yes. Now look at that, folks.
Dallas must really like Mr. Vibe because he is thrashing around
almost as vigorously as the vibrator! I wonder, could this be the
first time Dallas has had good feelings coming from his pee-pee?
Dallas, you do know your little weenie is built for good
feelings, don't you? Haven't you learned to touch it in the
middle of the night for funnzies? Hasn't your brother snuck in
for a little hanky-panky?" Another vibration began to echo in the
room and I knew that Johnson had turned on a second vibrator.
"Mrs. Vibe is coming if to assist, Dallas. Don't worry, lad,
she's going to take good care of your balls. There! Snug against
your little boy sack. Between Mr. and Mrs. Vibe, you do look like
you are having a good time!"

Those two vibrators could be intense, I knew, and I knew my boy
was probably moaning uncontrollably in the mask at the feelings.
Seconds past, with Johnson humming a merry little tune. "Dallas's
little nipples are quite cute and they respond really quickly to
my fingertips. I think they both became sharp as diamonds in
record time. And his little belly button. Yes. That's it boy.
Enjoy my finger swirling in your little innie. Oh. My. God. His
little toes are so cute. They're wiggling like little demons, of
course, but I think that's just because the lad is having such
fun with Mr. and Mrs. Vibe. You know, the Vibes are always eager
to meet knew people. When Tanner Cooper met them for the first
time a few months ago, that little eleven-year-old stud had such
an amazing..."

He stopped his commentary suddenly, chuckling dementedly.

"Folks! Somethings happening! Yep! YEP YEP YEP! Little Dallas is
cumming! He's cumming so hard! Thrash, boy. Have that big boy
cum! His cock is pulsing faster than Mr. Vibes! Oh what a
boygasm! Cum for me lad! Cum for me lad! Have a listen, folks!"
With that, Johnson must have switched over to the audio from
inside the mask.

"OH! AH! GOD! HELP! DADDY! AHHH!! AHH!!! NOO!!!!! UGHH!!!!!" My
boy's high pitched voice echoed loudly in the room as his throaty
moaning assaulted our ears. Austin let out a loud groan and began
to jerk himself off, his teenage hand sliding up and down his six
inches in time with his brothers heaving breaths and pleas for
help. I resisted the urge to jerk off myself, settling for
rubbing my balls as I listened to my boy have what had to be his
first orgasm. The buzzing ended abruptly, then, and the audio cut
back to Johnson.

"Yes! YESSS!!!! That was excellent! Dallas is coming down from
that powerful dry cum and, folks, I got to tell you it looked
great from up here. Just great. Of course, now I need to figure
out a way of amusing myself."

I sighed, moving my hand up to my seven inches and beginning to
lightly coat my fingers in the pre-cum which was now rapidly
spilling down my shaft. Austin had slowed down, his eyes closed
as he savored the feelings pulsing through his teenage cock. I'd
heard my oldest boy scream like a girl when subjected to the
Vibes and I could only imagine how much he was enjoying listening
to his brother go through the same experience.

Almost five minutes past without anything coming from the speaker
before the audio cut back to my youngest, his breath still
ragged. "He said," my boy whimpered, "He said to say what he was
doing. I don't... I don't understand!"

I did. I understood perfectly. Sometimes, Johnson would force his
plaything to narrate for a while and, if they weren't expressive
enough or sufficiently descriptive, he'd pinch them to gain their
cooperation. My guess was that the man had just spent the last
few minutes explaining to Dallas some of the things the boy would
need to say. How to say it. What terms to use. Then forcing the
boy to repeat it back until he knew the script to Johnson's
liking. This part always got me going and I pictured Dallas's
face in my mind, his cheeks flushed like they were after a hard
fought baseball game, while I began to stroke myself leisurely.

"He's... he's licking my armpit. His tongue! It feels so weird.
Oh! He's licking the other one. Ah! HAHAHAHAHA!!! HE"S TICKLING
ME!! NO!! STOPP!! AHH!!! Oh! Oh! He stopped. Why? Why is he doing
that to me? I feel so weird. My head feels all cloudy but warm. I
don't know what... Ouch!"

Johnson pinched him. My boy was going off script. He'd learn.

"Ohhh! That feels gooooodd. He's sucking on my titty. Oh yeah.
Thats nice. Ah! Oh, wow. His fingers are playing with my... my...
my boyclit!"

A new word, something Johnson would have told him to use.

"And my balls! Oh, that feels nice! Yeah! Oh Mr. Johnson... Ouch!
Ah, I mean Master. That feels nice Master! Yeah! Keep touching my
boyclit! My boycock! Oh! Ugh! Yeah!"

My boy began to giggle, then, and I picked up the pace of my
masturbation.

"He's sucking on my toes! And his tongue is... Ah! Ah! Stop!
Don't lick my feet! It's gross! It! It tickles! Ah! PLEASE! AH!"

Dallas had cute feet, I knew. They were boyish, slim, and I had
figured Johnson would pay close attention to them at some point.
He liked feet, having worshiped mine plenty of times before. As
the room filled with sounds of slurping and Dallas talking about
the tongue bathing his feet were getting, I took a minute to
really look at Austin.

My fourteen year old was well into puberty, with a nice thick
bush and a man sized cock. Fine dark hair had begun to sprout
under his arms and around his navel and I figured that he was
going to be a ladykiller when he was older. I knew my boy was
straight, having seen his search history on his computer.
However, I also knew my oldest became a total slut when he was
wearing the mask with Johnson and I often wondered, in the back
of my hand, how being molested by the man for the last three
years might effect his sexual health. After all, the teen was
sitting right next to me spanking his monkey and groaning like a
whore as he listened to our neighbor dominate his little
brother's feet. It was the drug, I thought to myself. It had to
be the drugs.

And, besides, what was the alternative? To live without paradise?

"Huh. Hey, wait. What are you... Ah! That hurt! Ouch! He's...
he's opening up my legs. They're being stretched wide. Now he's
strapping them down again. Oh! He's licking my ankles. And my
thighs.. What are you... OH! AH! SHIT! STOP! UGHH! THAT FEELS!!!
OH!!! FUCK!!!! THAT SO GROOOSSSS!!! AHHHHH! FUCK!!!! MY BUTT!!!
MY BUTTHOLE! OUCH! MY... MY... MY PUSSY! MY BOYPUSSY! MY
STARFISH! HE'S LICKING IT! OH GOD!! UGHHH!!! YEAH!!!!! AH!!
UGH!!!!! YEAH!!! KEEP GOING!!! THAT FEELS SOOOO GOOD!! HIS TONGUE
IS IN MY BOYPUSSY!!!! FUCK!!!!!"

"Oh FUCK!" squealed Austin as blast after blast of hot teen cum
erupted from his quivering cock, his hand frisking the flesh in a
blur. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" I almost lost it myself but stopped my
hand, my body not quite reaching climax as young spunk splattered
on my oldest's chest and stomach. Austin's grunts almost drowned
out his younger brother's moans of delight and I sat their
listening to the two of them.

"MY BUTT!! MY BOYPUSSY!!! YEAH! YEAH! LICK IT!! SUCK IT!!! PUT
YOUR TONGUE IN IT!! YEAH! UGH! FEELS SO GOOD! YEAH!!! AHH!!!!
MORE! EAT MY STARFISH!! YEAH!! UGH!!!!"

The audio cut out and a familiar sarcastic voice filled the room.
"Nice and loose. Hot little pussy. I think he's getting ready to
cum again. You ready to get sent to the moon, Dallas? I think two
fingers and a blowjob should do it!" The audio cut back.

"HIS MOUTH IS ON MY PENIS! MY BOYCLIT! HE'S LICKING IT! OH! OH
SHIT! AH! AHHH! HIS FINGERS!!! IN MY BUTTT!!! MY PUSSY!!!!
BOYCLIT!!!! AHHH! NO!!! ITS HAPPENING! ITS HAPPENING AGAIN!!
STOP!! I GOTTA PEE!! NO!!! AHHH! YEAH!!! AHHH!!! UGHH!!!
YEAH!!!!"

Dallas shrieked, then, and his voice rose an octave as my boy had
a powerful boygasm with a mouth around his cock and two fingers
up his ass.

"AHH! AHH!! AHH!! YEAHH!!! AHH!! UGHH!! UGH!! AHH!!!

Austin's hand shot out and grabbed my slick and throbbing member,
rapidly jerking me off as I exploded in my own orgasm while
listening to my youngest cum his brains out. Rope after thick
rope of cum hit my neck and chest, covering me in my seed as I
roared through my climax. The sound above cut off and the room
became much quieter, my whimpers and Austin's breathing the only
thing to be heard.

"Oh shit!" I finally said, my breath ragged. I looked at Austin
with confusion.

"Your whole body was spasming, dad," he said sheepishly. "I think
you wanted to cum but couldn't get your muscles to work."

"So you decided to help me out?" I asked, somewhat perturbed but
much more grateful that I cared to admit.

"Well..." he said, shrugging.

We both let out snorts of amusement.

"Well, now," came the voice of Johnson over the intercom. "That
was a whole lot of fun. Dallas here is still twitching, folks, as
I think that dry-cum literally blew his mind. Hell, he might not
even want to find paradise if he can get one of those every day.
Oh, who am I kidding. He's going to chase paradise just like
everyone else. I'm just glad to know he's such a little sex
pistol. I'm going to enjoy making him wear the mask on a regular
basis!"

I sighed. Becoming one of Johnson's "favorites" was an experience
I was hoping my sons could avoid. Daniel Smith, who was sixteen,
and Ryan Cooper, who was twelve, were currently known as
"favorites" and their parents had told me privately that being
called at least once a week to wear the mask was having a
profound impact on both kid's schooling, energy levels, and
moods. Between the weekly trip to paradise and the weekly trip to
the dungeon, Daniel and Ryan were worn out and acting out.
Daniel, his father had told me, had begun slipping into his
thirteen-year-old brothers room at night and demanding that the
younger boy finger him hard. Ryan, his father had sheepishly told
me, had asked for a vibrating butt plug for his birthday. Yes, I
was hoping that neither of my sons would get any special
attention from Johnson. From the joy in Johnson's voice as he
talked about the taste of my youngest's asshole, I was beginning
to suspect my hope would be dashed.

"For those of you keeping score, little Dallas has gotten his
little marbles off twice since joining me in the dungeon. My two
witnesses, if my video of the room is to be believed, have each
donated a load in commiseration with the youngest family member.
Thus, it is time for the main event!"

Austin and I groaned and our cocks began to harden.

"Aaaannndddd.... Done. My special little pills have been pushed
deep into Dallas's boypussy and they should begin to have an
effect in about two minutes. I the meantime...." There was a
sound of a lotion bottle being pumped. "My other little
concoction is being rubbed on and inside his little cunny. There
there boy. Don't wiggle so much. I know the lube feels all tingly
but that's the drugs working. Yes, yes. I know. It feels like
fireworks are going off deep in your shitter. That, too, shall
pass. I'm just getting you ready little guy. Don't want to damage
you here, do we? Got to make sure you can sit tomorrow! Here.
Going to adjust the gas a little so you are a little extra loopy.
Oh yeah. Look at your little clit. It's getting bigger! You like
my three fingers working in and out of your boypussy? You like
this? You are such a little slut, Dallas. I knew it when I first
laid eyes on you. I bet you are going to beg your daddy and
brother to fuck you all the time after this. Ok, my little lover.
I think you are about ready."

Austin and I had our hands on our cocks and were working them
with some vigor as we listened to Johnson's speech. We knew
exactly how Dallas was feeling, having felt it many times
ourselves. One pill was making his colon and rectum much more
elastic while the other was swelling his prostate and increasing
its sensitivity. The cream being worked inside and around his
sphincter was making the anal walls more elastic and sensitive as
well. Overall, Johnson was turning Dallas's backdoor into a hot
eager pussy.

And it had to be eager if it was going to accept Johnson's nine
inch cock.

"My tip is at the boy's hole, folks. Oh yes, it is. That little
pink starfish is quivering in anticipation against my slick
mushroom. So is Dallas, for that matter. Give me a moment." The
audio cut off and half a minute passed. The audio cut back on.
"Well, Dallas is really fighting his bonds. I just told him what
I was going to do. That I was going to shove my giant mancock,
all nine inches, deep into his asshole and I was going to fuck
him to the most brutal dry-cums he could possibly imagine. That I
was going to absolutely punish his boybutton and he was going to
experience the most mind numbing anal boygasms. That he was going
to boygasm until he passed out and then, once I was satisfied, I
would shoot my load inside him and claim him as one of my flock.
I... don't think his mind is all that excited. His body is,
though, and that's really all that matters."

Austin and I groaned. Everything Johnson had said was true. We'd
both experienced it. We'd both heard others experience it. It was
overwhelming unmerciful cruel pleasure that dominated the body
and broke the mind. Johnson's drugs allowed him to force his
playthings to cum over and over until the orgasms bled together
into one long full body climax that eventually short-circuited
the brain and caused the plaything to pass out. Johnson's stamina
and endurance was the stuff of legend and no one had ever felt
him erupt inside of them - every one of his playthings was out
cold when he came. Oh, his thick cum was always leaking out of
swollen tingly holes once one woke up but the eruption, according
to everyone on the circle, had never once been felt.

Oh fuck was I horny. My son, my little Dallas, the all-american
boy who played X-box and couldn't see PG-13 movies and was the
best second baseman in the league, was going to cum so FUCKING
hard. He was going to squeal and cry and beg before his mind
drifted away and his body spasmed in continuous orgasmic bliss.
Austin and I looked at each other and nodded.

About two years ago, Tom King, patriarch of the King family and
my favorite neighbor, and Tyler Miller, who was about twelve at
the time, were in the room listening to fifteen-year-old Jasper
Thompson getting royally fucked when they decided that they
wanted to play with their own assholes. That was a common
occurrence in the room, witnesses routinely fingering themselves
as they listen to the debauchery over the intercom, but neither
Tom, a full grown adult, nor Tyler, a pre-teen, felt like they
could really get deep enough for the effort to be satisfying. The
way Tom tells it, Tyler begged Tom to fuck him but Tom didn't
want to neglect his own asshole and the two were at an impasse.
Then, they came up with a bright idea that witnesses have been
using since.

Shifting on the couch, the two lay on their backs in opposite
directions with their legs slightly apart. Using their right
hands, each was able to finger the other's asshole both deeply
and at the perfect angle while still jerking themselves off. This
maneuver caught on and spread quickly.

Scooping up some of our cum to use as lube, Austin and I took
position and I slipped two fingers deep in his hot hole while he
slid three in my own eager mancunt. Then we began to finger each
other while our free hands began fiddling with our taut poles. We
were ready.

"Damn! I should change my name to Debbie because Debbie is doing
Dallas!" Johnson said with a smug tone of complete dominance.
"One inch! Two! Three! Oh, man, this boy is tight! Four inches.
Fiiiivvveeee. Ok, going to have to work this one. Out we go. In
we go. Out we go. In we go. Out we go. Innnnn... Yes! Six inches!
Oh, his hole is fighting me but it's loosing the battle. Its ok
buddy! I know if feels strange but there is no pain, huh? My
magic drugs took care of that, didn't they! Oh look! Yep, the
little slut is getting into it. His boyclit is growing. Out. In.
Out. In. And... seven inches and the boy is hard as a nail! I
think Dallas is enjoying himself." The audio cut over.

"Oh! Ah! Wait! That feels weird! Stop! It won't fit! Hey! Ugh!
Ugh! Ah! It's all tingly! It tingles! Oh! Wait!"

"Hey now! I got an idea!" Johnson's voice took over. "Lets make
this one count! All the way out! Seven inches in! All the way
out! Seven inches in! All the way out..."

Austin and I held our breath as the pause grew longer and longer.

"Balls. Deep." A loud slapping sound echoed in the room and both
of us groaned. The man had bottomed out in my pre-teen
no-longer-virgin son. "Whoa whoa whoa! The boy liked all nine
inches apparently! He's cumming! Cum for me baby! Feel that cock
in you! Cum hard!"

"AH!! AHH!! TINGLES!!! TINGLESS!!!! UGHH!! UUGGHHH!!! AHHHH!!!
OAHH!!!!!"

"His little nail is twitching up a storm, folks. Little boy is a
natural. Quiver baby. Quiver like you mean it. Feel those good
feelings. Cum around my big cock. Ugh! Your hole is so fucking
tight. I feel every ripple. Yeah, you are going to be one of my
favorites, I can tell!"

I almost came at that, my own hole clamping around Austin's
fingers as I tried desperately to hold back my orgasm. I barely
succeeded and, by the time my mind could focus on what I was
hearing, the loud rhythmic slap slap slap of flesh pounding flesh
filled the room. It lasted for several minutes, the sound being
echoed by my oldest and I frantically jerking ourselves off.

"I. Am. Fucking. Your. Boy." Johnson suddenly grunted, each word
accompanied by a resounding fleshy slap. "And! I! Know! He!
Loves! It!"

The sound came back, strong and hard and fast. Austin and I kept
stroking, our bodies slick with sweat and cum as we listened to
the man sodomize the youngest member of our family.

"Here it comes!" Johnson suddenly said before the audio switched
over.

"AH! AH! AH! OH! TINGLES! TINGLES! SOMETHING! SOMETHING!
HAPPENING! HAPPENING AGAIN!! NOOO!!!! WAIT!!!! TOO MUCHH!!! AHHH!
UGH UGH UGH UGH!!!!!!!!!"

I came, hard. Austin did as well, his own seed mixing with mine
in mid air and falling onto us as we heaved together in climax.
His hole squeezed my fingers tightly and a stray thought wondered
if they would be crushed. He probably felt the same way, my own
hole spasming around his still thrusting digits.

"YES! CUM FOR ME KIDDO! MASSAGE MY COCK! THRASH AROUND LIKE YOU
MEAN IT! CUM HARD! LOVE THOSE KIDDIE-CUMS! HOT DRY KIDDIE CUMS!"
Johnson roared, arrogance dripping from every syllable.

We kept jerking off, not even stopping as our arousal refused to
abate. Johnson eventually began a litany of dirty talk, calling
Dallas a boywhore and a slut and talking about how he should pimp
out my boy so men around the city could fuck his hot tight hole.
He talked about the taste of my boy's pussy, the flavor of his
cock, and the smell of my boy's sweat as his body tried to deal
with the deluge of climaxes he had experienced so far. He talked
about organizing a circle-wide BBQ in his back yard where he'd
cover Dallas in sweet sticky sauce and let every man and boy fuck
the pre-teen while everyone else sucked the sauce off my boy's
hot little body.

"You're going to want to hear this," Johnson said suddenly. I
knew he kept an earpiece in so he could hear his playthings and
he sometimes interrupted himself when they said, squealed, or
screamed something he wanted to share. "Your boy is really
getting into it. Definitely learned those words I taught him."

My son's soprano voice, husky with lust and filled with need,
poured into the room. "FUCK ME MASTER! FUCK ME! TINGLES!
BOYGASMS! TOUCH MY BOYCLIT! PLEASE TOUCH MY BOYCLIT! IT TINGLES
SO BAD! PLEASE! HARDER! OH! UGH! THE TINGLES! THE BOYGASM IS
COMMING BACK! AH! AH! AHHH!!!!!!"" My youngest squealed again in
obvious climax, my cock getting even harder as the
eleven-year-old begged to be forced to cum. To touch his ignored
little cocklett. The sound cut back to the rhythmic fucking and
Austin and I groaned together as our minds filled in the visions
of what was happening just down the hall.

More time passed and Johnson occasionally broke the slap slap
slap to make some comment about Dallas. Then he went on a short
rant about how, one of these days, he was going to have Austin
join him in double-teaming Dallas and that really got Austin's
hole spasming. Then it was back to the sounds of the fucking.

Some time later, Johnson's voice cut in and it was low, much
lower than before. A chill ran through me as I knew what that
meant. The beginning of the fucking was always an opportunity for
Johnson to talk dirty and have some fun. But he eventually
switched over to business and I knew my boy was now in for it.
"At this angle," he said, calmly despite the fact that it sounded
like he was fucking my boy at an absolutely ruthless pace, "my
cock is running roughshod over his boybutton. I am absolutely
pulverizing his prostate. That, and the fact that my cock is so
big, means his entire boypussy is being dominated by my manhood.
If you could see his little clit, you'd see it twitching
uncontrollably. From the way his hole is spasming, I can tell you
his boygasms are only seconds apart." The audio switched over.

"AHHHHHHHH UUUGGGGHHHHHHHH AAAHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOO TOOOOOOOO
GOOOOOOODDDDDD AHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOO" The boy's whining, filed
with sharp hitches of breath where I knew his body was shuddering
through another climax, had both Austin and I hard as rocks as we
kept stroking ourselves. The seconds passed before the audio
again switched over.

"That was a boygasm." Johnson said. "And that one," he said a few
seconds later. "And that one." He said again. The hard sound of
the vicious fucking still filled the background.

"And it's complete. Full body continuous anal boygasm." The man
said it without strain as he banged my youngest son, the sound
echoing in our room and reminding me of a machine gun. Bam bam
bam bam bam bam bam it went, the fucking at an unbelievable pace.
The audio switched over again.

"UGH AH UGH AH OH OH AH AH UH UGGHHH UHGGHH EEHHHHH AHHHH" Dallas
grunted, moaned, and croaked as he experienced cum after cum
after cum. Again, Austin and I unloaded at the sound as we both
had been there multiple times and recognized that Dallas was
nearly out of his mind. He couldn't form words. He was probably
drooling on himself. The orgasms had turned into an unending
climax; one long continuous peak that felt like wave after waive
of unending and unbearable pleasure.

Johnson had stopped talking, the only sounds now being the slowly
decreasing volume and frequency of my son's grunts and groans and
the still unbelievably fast flesh on flesh fucking sounds.
Eventually, Dallas stopped making sounds altogether and I knew
that meant he was hovering on the edge of passing out; his mind
shattered.

"FUCK!" Johnson said sometime later, startling both Austin and I
from our own rest. We had stopped jerking off after the last
climax, the green pill nearly worn off and our bodies simply too
tired to continue. "The little slut just passed out. Limp as a
rag. From start to finish, it took... two hour and forty seven
minutes. Not bad. Not bad. I'll eventually get him able to stay
awake for five hours but that was not bad for his first try." The
slap slap slap had not diminished at all and Austin and I sighed.
We were close to paradise. "With that, my friends, it's time for
me to sign off. You know the drill." The sound cut off.

We did know the drill. We got up, crossed the hall to a small
bathroom with multiple shower stalls, took long relaxing showers,
dried off, waited half an hour as we talked about nothing in
particular, crossed back over to put on our clothes, and then
walked down to another room which contained another couch, coffee
table, and small box. Sitting in the middle of the couch was
Dallas, the boy freshly clean and wearing a nice silken pair of
pajamas. They were the very expensive kind and everyone got a
pair when they first entered the dungeon. His clothing, minus his
underwear, would be returned to the house the next day freshly
laundered. No one ever saw their first pair of underwear again.

"So D..." began Austin, a bit sheepishly.

Dallas ignored him, his eyes glazed over. Johnson had already
made Dallas take the pill to Paradise. Lifting my youngest, I
pulled down his pajama bottoms and turned him slightly so his
rear was facing me. Austin understood and grabbed his cheeks,
spreading them so the two of us could see the thick milky spunk
running lazily out of the boy's puffy pink hole. We pulled his
pants back up, then, and sat down on the couch with him between
us.

Reaching forward, we opened the box and took our the silver
pills. The pills to paradise. Popping them in our mouths, we sat
back and put our arms around Dallas. He'd be mad tomorrow, I
knew, but he'd be much more eager to find paradise again and
would quickly agree to anything that would get him there. It was
the way of things on Paradise Circle.

My eyes began to glaze, then, and I sighed with satisfaction.

Paradise was mine.