Hey, my name’s Derek, I’m 25 and president of a very exclusive fraternity, one we fondly refer to as Boyfucker House. To those not in the know, it looks like any other frat house, but from it we run a very special babysitting service. It’s designed for daddies who like to be certain their little tykes will be savagely raped the entire time they’re out. Mostly we recruit from juvenile detention centers around the country, and find the guys convicted of molesting little boys. The ones who attacked and fucked their own little brothers or cousins are given preferential treatment. Normally we require our pledges to be athletic and in good physical condition, and seldom can be hung less than 8†, although exceptions are made on a case-by-case basis. We’re all required to work out at least two hours a day, alternating between two exercise regimens, one designed for restraining boys who fight and struggle, and another for power-fucking their little boy-cunts as hard and deep as possible. As a result the house almost always smells like sweat, and everywhere you look is rock hard, chiseled muscle. We usually try to get the more underprivileged applicants grants or scholarships. We look favorably on football and lacrosse players, gymnasts, and especially wrestlers, because those are the guys who tend to have the upper body strength to really rape the fuck out of a five-year-old brat who likes to fight it. Grades and behavior outside the house have to be perfect, so no unneeded attention is drawn to our extracurricular pursuits, but the smarter guys help out the dumb ones with papers and stuff. Our pay rates work on a sliding scale. We only take jobs from fathers (and mothers occasionally) with boys under 13. We charge $20 an hour for boys 10-12, $10 for boys 6-9, and boys 5 and under ride free, we like to say. The brothers are not permitted to cum under any circumstances, except while on jobs. This ensures that the boys we babysit will be thoroughly seeded. Some of the fathers specifically request the guys with huge cum loads, so that information is kept on file. It also means that most of the guys strut around with huge, bone hard cocks 90% of the time. Since dress code on the second floor (off limits to outsiders) is a tank top and chaps or less, most the guys leave a trail of fresh dick-leak behind them wherever they go, and in addition to the sweat, there’s the distinct smell of precum in the air. We find the chap keeps our attention focused solely on our big, hard cocks most of the time, the way it should be in a stud stable. Also living in the house is our cook and all-around handyman, Jaroslav, and his 7-year-old son, Alex. Alex is kept naked of course, and every evening from 5 to 8 he is fitted with his knee-pads and crawls around on all fours. One of the medical students at the house a while back stole a back brace that keeps his back arched so his well-lubed boy-pussy sticks up in the air, completely open and exposed like a little bitch in heat ready for mounting. The brace also ensures he gets fucked very, very deeply when he needs to be, because he can’t maneuver his hole away from the fuck like so many boys do when they think incorrectly that they’re getting too much dick. But oddly enough, Alex is just House cock-teaser. Technically, the only person permitted to screw his hot little ass is his daddy, and much to our pleasure (and frustration) he does constantly. We love sending the little fucker to the kitchen to get us a beer because inevitably will be heard the sound of him getting thrown onto the kitchen table and the crying and whimpering as his daddy mercilessly drills open his little butt on his fat cock. We make fun of the kid because whenever we tell him he’s got to go in the kitchen, he starts shaking and his little peepee gets hard as a steel spike, knowing what his daddy’s going to do to him. Of course, I doubt there’s a single guy here who hasn’t caught Alex’s pretty blue eyes roaming up and down his hard, drooling stud cock and dragged him into a closet or something and fucked the shit out of him. It’s frowned upon, but sometimes a stud can’t help himself, so for the occasional moment of weakness, we usually look the other way. The rest of the time, Alex’s role is to make certain the brothers never stop thinking about plowing tight, hot little boy-cunts. Jaroslav’s menu for the brothers is carefully planned to keep all the muscle and cock in the house in absolute prime condition. Our diet is heavy in protein, of course, carbs for building muscle mass, foods high in zinc for increased cum production, and I can’t be certain, but a few of us suspect he adds testosterone supplements as well. All the upperclassmen tend to be strangely a bit hairier when they leave LOL. Shame though it is, since we all love to party, pot smoking is strictly forbidden because it hinders sperm production, as well. While it’s hard to choose in a house full of such incredible studs, I’d say our star boy-raper at this point has to be this guy, Jeff, who everybody calls “Moose†. Moose is about 250 pounds of pure muscle, hairy as hell just about everywhere, and dumb as a fucking log. Some of the guys actually think he might be mildly retarded, the rest just think he’s a psycho. Between his furry tree-trunk legs is 9.5†of thick, veiny uncut pedo cock meat, which I swear I don’t think I’ve ever seen fully soft. Normally it’s so steel-hard it barely even bobs when he lumbers around. Hard or not, it practically always has at least a foot-long strand of sap hanging from the gaping piss slit. Moose is always masturbating his cock with poor Alex’s little pussy, all the time, not because he has any special privileges-in fact he’s been scolded for it numerous times-but simply because we can’t stop him. Most helpless of course is Alex, who’s learned to run and hide when Moose gets that scary look in his eyes and his boy-fucker starts squirting precum at him. But there’s no lockable doors here, and Moose just methodically follows the sound of Alex’s sobbing and yanks him out from his hiding place. The next thing we’ll see is Moose strolling around the house hammering away at Alex’s little cunt like a runaway steam engine, barely even breaking a sweat. Alex kicks and punches and cries his little eyes out, but there’s really nothing that can be done about it. In some ways, it’s just exactly what we like to see, especially since Alex’s helpless young body seizes and convulses from mind-boggling dry orgasms over and over and over again while Moose uses him. But it’s also the source of a lot of tension. On quite a few occasions, one of the other brothers has come to me in a huff, asking why Moose is allowed to fuck the kid and they’re not. All I can say is, “well, if you want to stop him, be my guest, dude.†And that usually shuts them up, because they know it would be impossible. But it’s clear they’re still pissed. Jaroslav seems to just take it in stride. When Alex’s desperate sobbing rings through the house, he just kind of smirks and shakes his head, and his daddy-cock gets noticeably a little harder. It makes Moose an invaluable member of our team, but because he’s so out of control, at one point we actually had to tie him up. We had a particularly important job coming up, for a stinking-rich CEO who had hinted around donating a huge amount of money to Boyfucker House. But it seems his 9-year-old son had developed a snotty little attitude about having to get fucked on his daddy’s big, fat cock all the time the way little boys should be. The father had used the services of many of us over the years, but it was clear Moose was the one who could adjust the little brat’s attitude once and for all. The problem was, once he found out about it, Moose was on a rampage, and started unloading into any hole he could get his cock into. The last straw was Jason getting his virgin ass raped one night when Moose couldn’t find Alex. Jason’s got some muscle on him too, but he’s not nearly as big as Moose, and was powerless against him. The following day we reinforced some beams in the upstairs rec room. We were actually concerned that a guy who could bench 350 pounds on his worst day might literally be able to tear down the wall. Then we had Jaroslav help us out by putting a sedative into his lunch. When he finally conked out on the couch, it took three of us to carry him upstairs. The sight of Moose in such a predicament had the rest of the brothers in a constant state of fever-pitch horniness. The entire room reeked of uncut cock and fresh dick-leak. The poor guy was left seated on a stool, his wrists shackled to the wall behind him, and several sturdy leather straps keeping his legs spread open as wide as they could go. His scarily hard cock towered out from his crotch completely exposed and vulnerable to teasing, his shiny wet knob completely unsheathed from its foreskin and hypersensitive, and boy did we ever tease the fuck out of it. w:st="on">Harrison was the worst, he actually had the nerve to bring a vibrator in and get it so close to Moose’s bone I figure he could feel the air around his cock head vibrating, but never once did it make contact. Moose growled like a beast and every time his cock twitched it would spray fuck-slop all over Harrison’s face and chest. Alex had the lucky privilege of licking that off him, but finally we had to put a big bowl under Moose’s crotch, because his drooling cock was making a pretty big pool of precum on the floor. Collected that way, we started using it as lube and feeding it to Alex, and Jaroslav put some into our food as well. After a solemn promise that we wouldn’t let the dude loose on him (which of course we did after the job anyway), Alex helped out immensely. He spent hours on the floor on hands and knees in front of Moose, ass high in the air, his little cunt thoroughly lubed with Moose’s own pre-fuck, opening and puckering like it might swallow that stud cock whole at any moment. Desperately he would whine like we coached him “Oh, Moose, I need your big fat pedo cock in my dirty little boy-cunt SO BAD!!! You gotta fuck me PLEASE, Moose, PLEASE!! But poor Moose could do nothing but struggle frantically and snort like an animal and drench the kid’s adorable little butt with more and more cock-slime. I thought steam would start coming out of his ears. To get him over to the wealthy dad’s estate, we had to sedate him again, although not quite as heavily as the first time, and handcuff him. We had to pull a car up onto the back lawn so the neighbors wouldn’t see him. His cock was so hard there was no way to get it into a pair of pants, and besides, we were a bit concerned that if anybody touched it, they’d be immediately hosed down with and enormous load of pent-up cum. When we walked Moose into the guy’s master bedroom, the brat was already naked with his wrists tied to his elbows behind his back. He’d obviously been crying for a while, but when he saw Moose, he turned hysterical. He stomped on the floor and wailed and screamed and threw an impressive tantrum, the entire time his little peepee so bone hard it stuck straight up in the air, practically shiny. Moose wasted not a split second. He grabbed the kid, slammed him down on the bed, yanked his legs open, and sunk his cock balls deep up into that little boy-pussy. He immediately unloaded the first of many cum loads into his butt, so much it squirted back out coating Moose’s crotch. After a moment’s pause to finish unloading, he began one of the most brutal rapings I’ve ever seen. For hours, he mercilessly jack-hammered that little fucker without a single break. The boy was raped so hard he couldn’t even cry. His tongue hung out of his mouth as he drooled like a retard from the horribly vicious fuck. Moose forced his limber, hairless little body into the most perverted and humiliating positions, making certain his cock drilled open every last inch of the boy’s cunt. The kid’s daddy nutted once without even touching himself, when the boy had his first violent dry cum, and then about three more times. I matched his every one. Unfortunately, his son was being raped too hard to suck our dicks, although I’m sure he sucked his daddy’s real good after we left. After a while it looked like the kid was pretty much dry-cumming continuously, the way his stiff little bone kept twitching and his whole body kept shaking and shuddering. But how could he help it with Moose’s big boy-fucker sawing relentlessly on his vulnerable little prostate? Needless to say, we got that donation. He transferred $500k into the house account later that week. Some of it we used to build a proper dungeon in the basement. I’d always wanted a way to chain little boys to the wall with their legs up in the air and spread open all the way. Now all you have to do is walk over to one of them and your cock just slides right up inside them. So any high school seniors looking into college, just let us know!