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!