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are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your
State or Country. Do NOT read this if you are easily offended or if
you are not interested in fantasies involving young boys. This file
contains sexually EXPLICIT material.

The author does not condone any of the acts in this file. This story
was not written to advocate sexual activity with minors. Agatha
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story codes: (bb, tb, mb, group, oral, anal, nc, bd, CP, beast, 
torture, interr)
style: contemporary 

"I see your glittering blue eyes. You look at me with a smile. It's a
computer fantasy. It is waiting for you and me. Living - living on 
video." - T X





THE STASH SEQUEL     by DEBONAIR

CHAPTER 1.

   I avoided Jim for a while. The truth was, I was scared silly of the 
big man. With just a phone call to the cops, I could send him in 
jail for a very long time. They would find his vast collection of 
illegal pornos and drag his ass to the judge in a jiffy. He was fully 
aware now that I knew of his secret. That kind of information came 
with a price, fear. I felt like I was living on borrowed time. That in 
the very near future, I would take a swim in a lake with cement shoes 
on my feet.

  I spied on the sleazy father from my window. He was acting as if
nothing had happened. Mowing the lawn carelessly in his ugly flamingo 
boxers. The nightmares disrupted my sleep for days. I saw myself in a 
casket. 

  On a particularly depressing morning, I decided to go meet the 
stranger and get things cleared, once and for all. Perhaps, my sincerity 
would convince him that I had no intention of divulging his penchant for 
nasty underground videos.

  There was that other thing also, I must avow. I had watched the few
copies of his stash I had made, over and over again. I was addicted. 
The simple fact that an armoire full of the stuff was sitting barely 
forty feet from my home was enough to drive me crazy. I wanted it. I 
needed it. Especially after I had stumbled on something that obsessed 
me greatly.

   At the end of one of the flicks of my own precious collection of 
fifteen videos, there was a short sequence of five minutes, previews. 
The producers were actually promoting their other titles as if they 
were a big Hollywood studio. I replayed it for half and hour. Somehow, 
I had this intuitive impression that Jim possessed all the offerings 
from the short clip.

   The previews started with an assortment of underage starlets dropping 
their shorts seductively. But just as they were about to show it all. 
Their briefs uncovering the root of their little penises or the cleft of 
their firm rumps. The images moved to another kid fully dressed. These 
bastards really knew how to tease you!

   The last two minutes featured close-ups of the grimacing faces of 
stunning young lads. Their mouths wide opened. Obviously in the midst 
of a thorough bumfuck. The soundtrack consisted of the grunts and 
wails of a child in the same situation. His shrill soprano voice 
yelling "Oh Fuck me! Fuck me!". After a fade out, the ordering address 
in Europe came up.

   My plan was set. There were french pastries in the fridge that I had 
purchased for the sole purpose of introducing myself to Jim's family. I 
didn't wanna ring his bell feeling hot and bothered. God knows what 
stupid things my dick could make me do sometimes. A fresh-levelled head 
was what I required.

   So I popped in the machine one of my favourite. The ten-year-old in 
it was the prettiest puppy I had ever seen. With big brown eyes, a 
broad smile and a cute little cut dickie that was hard for the duration 
of the scene. He was kneeling in front of his older brother, a gangly 
seventeen-year-old, scarred with acne.

   The kid could deep throat like nobody else. He opened his trap 
willingly and the late teenager fed him all his prick at once until 
his hairy ballsack was crushed against his chin. The little boy's 
breathing was loud as the tall male fucked his hot mouth. The camera 
moved to the back of the pre-pubescent boy to give us a look at the big 
white dildo crammed up his perfect butt and returned to his cute face. 
He was moaning in delight, crossing his eyes to look at the long 
sausage sliding in his oesophagus. 

   The teen groaned more and more. He pulled out his snake from his
kid brother's throat with a frantic haste. The small lad barely had 
time to wink at the lens wickedly before the large organ delivered 
rapid jets of greasy cum from its pissslit. As if he was taking 
a warm shower, the impish child shut his eyes and basked in the outpour 
of jizz sloshing on his mug. The voluminous load dripped from his jaw 
onto his hairless chest.

   While he licked his lips, my cock shuddered in my hand. I was ready 
to hop to Jim's house. 

                                -=-
                                
   The man didn't seem surprised to see me at his doorstep. He accepted 
my rich deserts and invited me to come back for supper when we could 
feast on them. 
   
   I desperately longed to watch the rest of the stash. But I 
wasn't prepared at all to spend one dime for it. If there was one 
thing I didn't wanna encourage, it was child porno. I figured, perhaps 
naively, that if it happened to fall on my lap at no charge. The viewing 
of it wouldn't be considered a sin to my half-Christian soul. Most of 
these flicks had been made before the seventies and the damage had 
already been done to these innocent creatures. 

   The great majority of the boys seemed to enjoy the revelations of 
their sexuality. It comforted me. Nevertheless, I didn't wanna 
participate in any way to the creation of these underground treasures. 
There would be no injection of money in that industry from my part. 
Exhorting Jim to lend me some of his tapes out of the kindness of his 
heart would prove quite a challenge.

   I was very nervous when I sat at the table of the odd family that 
evening. The boys were quiet and well behaved. Throughout the meal, I 
wondered if they would crawl under the table to suck their father's 
cock. It didn't happen. They were precious darlings and remained at 
the centre of our conversations. 

   Joey and J.J. were elated to tell their tall tales of childhood 
life to me. I kept myself appropriate. Interested, but not too much that 
it would betray my attraction to them. 

   After coffee, Jim brought me down to his private room in the 
basement. The place that haunted my sleep. He shut the door and sat on 
the couch puffing grandly on a large Monte Cristo. I sipped a glass of 
cognac to appease my inner turmoil. 

"Aren't you afraid I'm gonna rat on you?" I commenced bluntly.

"Not at all my friend. If you had any intention of doing that, I would 
already be behind bars as soon as you watched the first film from my 
collection."

"Don't you wanna know how I feel about it?"

"Not really. I figured you are either one of three things. One, the 
most indifferent person on the planet. Two, a strict advocate of 
privacy. Or most likely three, a raging pedophile."

   Jim sneered, his hand still pointing the three fingers he had 
used to illustrate his statement. I was fuming inside. "I may be what 
you claim I am. But at least I don't fornicate with my two sons!" 
I growled.

"Wo! Back up the wheelbarrow! My boys discovered sex on their own. I 
never lured them into anything buddy. They are brothers. And siblings 
tend to play with themselves. On top of that, they probably have my 
genes inside their little frames. I'm a very sexual man mister."

"Aren't you ashamed when you watch your nasty tapes?" I confronted the 
man. "The kids in them could be your sons getting raped or snuffed?"

   Jim paused to reflect on my bold question. "Of course I feel
bad when I get an erection watching the heavy stuff! There I said it!
But don't anyone tell me to my face I'm a monster! Not when all the 
arrogant allegedly decent individuals on the rest of this freakin' 
planet let millions of children starve in Africa. Not when grown men do 
not hesitate to kill a baby with a riffle because of some stupid war! If 
the supposedly civilised countries of this god forsaken world ever 
decide to clean up their act and live as intelligent humans, believe me, 
I will castrate myself with a chainsaw. Until then, they are hypocrites 
and guilty as much as me."

   I sat frozen by the flow of words spewed from the Jim's mouth. 
After his eloquent presentation, he rose from his seat and opened the 
armoire.

"Now my friend." he said. "If you are so good and wholesome, you will 
certainly refuse this offer."
 
   My heart raced in my chest, awaiting the next sentence from Jim.
 
"You can take five tapes and bring'em back Sunday."

   I wanted so much to piss off the big guy and decline his proposition. 
My feet walked on their own to the large piece of furniture. As I chose 
five videocassettes at random, Jim whispered: 
"Aren't you ashamed when you watch my nasty tapes?"


                                -=-
                                
   The first movie I devoured brought back the exhilarating thrills of
the weeks before. Even though I had plenty of time to duplicate the 
forbidden picture, something exciting boiled inside me. The illegal 
nature of my action was tickling me. Like a little kid who knows he's 
not supposed to do something.

   On the screen, the gray image of the stall of a public latrine
appeared. It remained empty for a few seconds until a little boy 
entered. He unzipped his pants and peed in the ceramic bowl. For the 
greater part, the toilet cam movie was all about that. A parade of 
young lads taking a leak. 
 
   I couldn't help but chuckle when two rascals played a game of 
pissing as far as you could. It seemed the voyeurs who had ventured 
into the game of spying had caught a dandy though. A very handsome 
eleven-year-old stepped in and began fondling his boydick instead of 
using it for its other purpose.

   From what I could tell, he seemed very horny that day. 
His hand was really flying on his four-inch canon. He fisted his 
erection for long minutes, much like what I was doing myself. A thick 
squirt of kidcum exploded from his pisshole and splashed in the stagnant 
water. I was impressed. For such a young boy, he could come a lot!

   The other outbursts paled in comparison to the first one. Still, I 
was aroused like hell and wished I had been there to collect his fresh 
cream.

   Contrary to the first flick, the second one had bright and vivid 
colours. A seven-year-old was humming mindlessly in a tub, unaware of 
the prying eye of the camera. The director managed to capture many 
images of the naked boy's front before the child raised his head and 
brightened. "Hi uncle Frank!" 

"Do you want me to lick your feet again?" the man inquired.

   The small kid's face beamed with joy and the camera was set on a 
tripod overlooking the bath. The sweet angel thrust his left foot at 
the adult's face. The fetishist didn't think twice and lapped up the 
wet sole of the miniature foot, eliciting thunderous giggles from 
his nephew.

   He nibbled each teeny toe lovingly and swirled his slimy tongue 
between them. I could see the bulge in his trousers as he performed 
the oral massage. He repeated the ministrations on the right boyfoot.
>From then on, the man asked the little boy what he wanted to have licked 
on his delicious body. The kid took the lead. With his girlish voice, he 
requested that his bottom hole was tickled.

   Bending the kid over the edge of the bathtub, the adult 
parted his firm white buttocks. The pink rosebud was minuscule and 
concealed between the small mounds. The strange uncle slurped on the 
virgin anus with vigorous swipes of his big tongue. At times, 
spearing into the tiny orifice and transforming the impish seven-year-
old into a squeal machine. My cock was rock hard while the man ate that 
kid's ass out.

   The session lasted well into the second half of the movie. 
Inevitably, the tyke's cocktail wiener was stiff as a nail. The adult
continued his oral delights on it. He swallowed the small rod 
in one bite and suckled it. Even the kid's pea-sized balls could fit 
inside his mouth at the same time. 

   When the child cried out his dry orgasm, he unleashed his aching 
penis from his pants. Placing his nephew back in the water, with his 
delicate legs sticking out of the bathtub. He began rubbing his fat 
cock between his two tiny feet. Squashing it hard. With just a few 
swings of his hips, he ejaculated. His huge organ shooting a shower of 
manjuice on the little boy's face and chest.

   The Japanese offering I viewed after was quite intriguing. It
presented short tableaus of young Asian boys getting roughly 
manhandled. The faceless men tore their clothes and tied them 
up into all kinds of provocative positions. Spread eagle or 
Jack-knifed. They had really elevated bondage to an art form.

   The most fascinating scene was of two nude kids tied face to 
face. Their mouths locked into an endless erotic kiss. Like Siamese 
twins joined at the lips. The great majority of the lads were sucked 
to a dry climax. Their muffled moans and wild eyes spoke volume on the 
extent of the pleasure they were experiencing.

   In between the bondage scenes, colourful Manga cartoons flashed on 
the screen in small episodes. The well-drawn images excited me as much 
as the real thing. The complex storyline revolved around a gang of 
ruthless children who went around the neighbourhood raping every 
toddler they bumped into.

   The final boy to be tied was a delicious eight-year-old. His feet 
were bound behind the back of his neck along with his wrists. The men 
carefully ran strings in his asscrack and fastened them in a way that
his buttocks were separated obscenely. The virgin pucker was gloriously 
exposed. A big glob of lube was smeared on it and the entire area 
gleamed under the spotlights.

   The camera circled the tiny butt in order to obtain the best 
vantage point as a man slipped his index finger into the tight 
poophole. He quickly added a second digit, making the captive lad 
squirm. The gripping ring of flesh stretched around the invading probe. 
The child had not been gagged this time and his wails of pain were 
vehement.

   Continuing his asshole torture. The adult entered a third and then a 
fourth finger. Enlarging the elastic anus practically to a breaking 
point. When he joined his thumb to the others, I gasped. For a 
while, the child pleaded in Japanese. His face covered with sweat as the 
five fingers fucked his rectal opening to the first knuckle.

   The Asian boy sighed when he was delivered. A close-up showed his 
gaping orifice irritated and discoloured. The man began rubbing his 
erection on the dilated anus. It was clear he had no intention of 
taking a plunge. Content with just rubbing the quivering entrance to 
the kid's guts. 

   I heard him breath louder. A thick rope of semen erupted onto 
the valley of the child's bum. Followed by more outburst of the white 
goo.

   The next movie was very amateurish. It had obviously been done with 
a hand held camcorder. A quiet lad of thirteen was lathering up his 
still hairless body in a typical gym shower. The date at the bottom of 
the screen read 12/07/96.

   A group of five jocks, all-naked, burst in the chamber, howling 
like wolves. The leader of the gang tackled the helpless youngster to 
his knees. "You're gonna suck us Jarred!" he grumbled. "Yeah suck my 
cock first little faggot!" another adolescent shouted, generating a 
wave of laughter from his pals.

   The frightened boy sobbed openly, breathing erratically, as the rowdy 
pack encircled him. He eyed the wagging hard-ons with fright. The horny 
athletes masturbated idly in front of his face. One of 
them twisted his head and shoved his hairy pole down his throat.
    
   The shivering prey choked and pushed away the brutal assailant. It 
angered the crowd. A tall male yanked him by the hair. "You better 
blow us Jarred or we'll rip your asshole! Is that what you want?"

   It was enough to persuade the young boy. After that, he obediently 
swallowed the beefy pricks poked at his cute face. The rest of the 
muscular teenagers laughed and joked, jacking off their hard dicks as 
they watched the kid blow a buddy.

   The young teen at the centre of it all had a raging stiffy between 
his pale thighs while he suffered the humiliation. "Taste it 
cocksucker!" "Suck all of it you fucking fairy!" they growled.
 
   The deluge of discharge that ensued had me reeling. Semen gushed 
from the jocks' twitching cocks like an endless fountain. As one of them 
ejaculated in the boy's mouth. The others spilled rivers of cream on his 
mug. "Eat it! Eat all the good spunk!" the leader chanted.

   They pushed his head on the floor and forced him to lap up the 
large puddles of sperm. The boy shifted his body and stumbled on the 
slippery tiles. He wept like a baby, dipping his lips in the 
viscous substance. "Please don't make me do it!" he begged. "Shut the 
fuck up and eat!" two teens retorted crudely. 
  
   The ordeal lasted ten minutes. I pitied the sobbing kid while he 
licked the sticky mess they had made. He had jizz all over his rosy 
cheeks. In the end though, that shower floor was spotless!

   The last tape was reserved for Sunday, having reached nirvana many 
times already. Early that morning, I took it out of the box. Feeling as 
if I was unwrapping a Christmas present. Unlike the others, this one was 
set on a huge yacht. A father and his son were fishing in the middle of 
an idyllic spot. All around them, the clear blue sea spanned to the 
horizon. 
  
   Both the man and the boy of nine were in their swimsuits. Their 
tanned bodies glistening with sun block under the piercing ball of 
flames. The child was very bubbly and more interested in making faces 
in front of the camera, than catching a fish. 

   He hooked his finger at the corner of his lips and tugged, looking 
like a trout who had nipped at the bait. "Look at this uncle Jeff!" he 
smiled to the cameraman, before rolling his eyes up in their sockets 
until strictly the white was visible.

   The father assessed his son's boredom. They descended under the 
deck into a small bedroom decorated with fake oak. "You wanna fuck my 
butt daddy?" the imp giggled. The large adult nodded and watched 
junior drop his skin-tight Speedo to the floor of the boat. 

   The pretty boy was golden all over, except for the midsection. He 
climbed on a berth and grasped his legs under the knees, flaunting his 
used brownhole at the lens with a sly smile.

   The blond pre-teen didn't even flinch when his father greased his 
fat cock and pressed it onto his small pucker. "Oooh Oooh Oooooooh" he 
lamented as the long hose penetrated his constricted entrance.

"It hurts daddy! Ouch! Ouch!"

"Uhhh relax baby. It will go away..." the man reassured him,  
french-kissing him like he would his wife. He started longdicking the 
kid with tranquil intromissions. Withdrawing his large organ until the 
helmet threatened to pop out. And stuffing it back in, with languorous 
moans, right to the hilt.

"Urrhhh, you can fuck me now..." the little boy declared.

   His maker put his tiny boyfeet on his shoulders and jammed himself 
into his delicate arse, embarking on a wild incestuous ride. With no 
restraint, he sodomized his heir. Bouncing on his fragile frame to 
bury his manhood deep inside his bowels.

"Uhh! Uhhh! Fuck my butt daddy! Yeahh yeahh! It feels so big in my 
tummy! Oh fuck me daddy! Fuck me!" the gasping lad chanted in between 
grunts and grimaces of pain.

"Oh Johnny baby, you make daddy feel so gooood!" the man hissed, 
pounding his prick with a repetitive tempo. "Uhhh ohhhhh! I'm gonna fill 
your bottom with my milk!" 

   I could see the tight boyhole strangling the shaft. The man thrust 
a few more times and ejected quickly, ejaculating profusely on the 
child's genitals. The kid fixed his gaze on the flying semen, giddy from 
the hysterical liquid fireworks. A jet that landed on his lips startled 
him. Despite that, he stuck his tongue out and tasted the seed that 
had created him.



CHAPTER 2.

   
   On Sunday, just after supper, I remitted the tapes to their owner. 
Jim welcomed me with a sincere grin this time, prompting me for my 
criticism. I lied and said they were okay. But he could see through 
me.

  The man announced he was departing on a business trip to the big 
apple come Monday. He asked me to take care of his two redheaded sons 
and I agreed gladly. I was ecstatic, anticipating the many hours I 
would spend in front of the TV. Jim had prepared the meals for the 
whole week. Everything would go smooth as a baby's bum.

   We talked for hours that evening while the boys skinny-dipped in 
the pool. The husky man had a normal life after all. He owned an 
Import/export Company but never revealed how he had succeeded in 
getting his hands on the impressive stash. His wife had left him for a 
younger man. I laughed inside myself at the irony.

   He informed me of the best products in his collection. Describing the 
scenes with precise details and making me queasy. 

   As I was about to leave the yard, tired and horny from the 
brothers' sexy golden bodies. Jim grasped my t-shirt and murmured in 
my face. "If I find out you did anything with my sons while I'm away. I 
will kill you. Believe me. You can watch the tapes but don't rock the 
cradle. Capish?"

   I nodded nervously.

                                -=-
                                
   
   I wasn't very productive at the job that Monday. The clock was 
ticking backward it seemed. I finally regained my freedom and scurried
straight to Jim's home for my parental responsibilities. Joey and J.J. 
had finished school at three o'clock and were lounging on the carpet in 
front of the Simpsons.

   They stayed glued there until suppertime. After the surprisingly
tasty meat loaf and potatoes, hell broke loose. The usually composed
lads turned into little monsters. Without their authoritarian father 
around, I found myself with two demons on my hands. Wondering if it 
would be okay to imprison them in a cage.

   The sexed-up pre-teens cavorted around without clothes like the place 
was a nudist colony. They jumped on the sofas, the beds. Climbed all 
over the tidy house. Things I assumed were not accepted in their 
dad's presence. No matter how much I reprimanded them, they giggled and 
resumed their mischievous play.

   The two boys fancied attacking me. I wrestled with them, feverishly
avoiding their pinchy paws and their bruising kicks. Once in a while, 
they popped steely boners and wanked-off mutually or sixty-nined in 
front of me. I shivered each time they did so. The lil' devils 
defied me with wicked twinkly eyes to conjure a reaction. But I remained 
of stone.

   When they finally dozed off, I carried their inert bodies to their
respective beds. My nerves were calming slowly. The sobering experience 
had reinforced my esteem for fatherhood.

   I descended to Jim's small boudoir with a sigh of relief. I 
required something very dirty to lift me up. The armoire was like 
an altar in the temple of my lust. Opening its doors became a ritual. 
I perused the titles and picked up an appealing one.

   With my trousers around my ankles, I succumbed to my deviancy. On 
the screen, four Mexican boys were reciting their names. The three 
older ones were on the verge of puberty. Pedro the youngest tyke was 
approximately six. They laughed gleefully, removing their cut-off 
jeans and tank tops. 

   Then, the hairless foursome surveyed their nakedness. Small happy 
peckers rose gently from their groins. The boys grabbed each other's 
pricklets, sampling each of their mates in their stubby hands. They 
were enthusiastic and accustomed to it I presumed.  

   Selecting a partner, the caramel-colored lads began sucking each 
other. Jumping from one hard-on to the next. I caressed my own 
erection, my eyes riveted on the playful kids. They didn't need any 
coaxing and all the horny rascals sucked or got sucked on the 
mattress.

   Pedro grasped two boydicks in his tiny palms and worshiped them both 
at the same time. Stuffing his mouth with the hard flesh while the last 
boy blew his one-inch pickle. The youngster was the main 
attraction. He stuck his butt out like a chimpanzee in heat to invite 
his buddies. 

   The first kid at bat, lubed his dick and shoved it at once in the
child's bunghole. With crazed thrusts, he fucked the lovely bronzed
bottom. His slim pole was handled valiantly by the six-year-old. He 
even pushed his tail back to meet with the humping Mexican.

   All the older boys dived into his rectum. They rolled him on his
back and fucked him. They folded his body in two and fucked him. They 
turned him on his flank and fucked him. I became paralysed watching the 
ass bandits go at it. 

   Joey made me yelp when he waltzed in my sanctuary. The naked 
eleven-year-old sat next to me on the couch, oblivious to my indecent 
posture. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and focused on the porno. "What are 
they doing?"

"They're.. uhh Th They're.." I stammered.

"He's got his dick in his butthole!" Joey exclaimed.

   The boy quietly concentrated on the moving pictures, idly pinching 
his foreskin. I was spared an explanation and advised him to go back to 
bed. The unruly lad as I expected refused. He massaged his growing 
dink, getting sparked by the naughty spectacle.

   I couldn't believe the situation I had gotten into. I was jacking 
off with a child in front of child porno. Straight to hell. That's 
where I was headed. Joey scooted over my crotch suddenly and engulfed 
my dickhead, twirling his tongue around it. "Don't do that!" I barked.

   He giggled and gripped my shaft with two hands, stressing out his 
decision to suck me. Jim's warning resurfaced on my conscience. 
"Please stop Joey..." I tried cajoling him with a suave voice. The imp 
snapped back at me. "NO!" 

   My sauce was boiling up. Joey slobbered on my cock while I  
struggled to ignore him and pursue my viewing of the hot kiddie gang 
bang. The Mexican youngster was being buggered hard by one of his pal 
now. He spread his buttocks wide to display the slamming stiffy plowing 
in his anus. The older boy was moaning constantly as he shoved himself 
into his willing little lover.

   He convulsed and released his pulsating cocklet from the kid's ass. 
About an ounce of boyjuice spilled from his pissslit onto the firm 
moons. My climax was triggered by that sequence. Burning semen rushed 
through my urethra to splatter on the roof of Joey's mouth.

   He sealed his lips around the crown of my penis and swallowed the
abundant spunk. I unloaded a good three mouthful of goo and Joey
ate it all up. 

   He looked up at me with a certain pride. Perhaps, the feat of 
sending an adult over the edge a great accomplishment in his young 
mind. I patted his round butt and sent him away. This time, locking the 
door behind him.

                                -=-

   The onset of the next movie resembled a documentary. The 
panoramic presentation of a dormitory in a Romanian orphanage showed 
dozens of nude boys of all ages wallowing in their own filth. Most 
were retarded. Cross-eyed. Starting at the floor with their tongues 
hanging out.

   An autistic boy was smashing his forehead against the wall. In the 
background, babies were suspended upside down like clothes on a wire. 
Incessant lamentations reverberated throughout the pile of juvenile 
carcasses.

   Four female nurses dressed in gray uniforms walked amidst the 
clusters of human zombies. They spread the legs of the mental patients 
to display their hairless genitals. Flipping them over, they parted 
their buttocks and the camera zoomed on their sullied shitholes.

   A butch nurse with an expressionless face selected a twelve-year-old 
lad who had a missing leg. She literally dragged him out of the edifice 
and plopped him on a horse. The feeble-minded boy grinned, exposing the 
few teeth he had left. This was a special treat I figured. The crippled 
lad cooed and drooled during the ride.

   They trotted for long minutes in the deserted countryside, 
reaching a barn. Inside it, the woman bound the kid's wrists. She 
elevated him off the ground with the help of a pulley. The handicapped 
youth moaned as gravity stretched his fragile skeleton. He hovered in 
the air, wiggling the toes on his unique leg.

   The nazi caretaker then gripped a horsewhip in her podgy hand. She 
swung the leather instrument and lashed at the boy's behind. A deafening 
scream erupted from his thorax. But the merciless she-wolf continued her 
deed. She delivered a flurry of powerful assaults, drawing blood from 
the tender buns. The little boy screeched like a stuck pig as she 
attacked his back, grunting from the efforts it required.

   With every painful slash, his flesh ruptured. All over his body, 
the purple welts of his punishment protruded. For ten minutes, the 
woman whipped the defenceless child. I covered my eyes, wincing 
in sympathy for the poor victim. My finger pressed on fast-forward and I 
watched the rapid motions of her arm.

   In the end, the canvas of the boy's white skin had been turned into
a horrific painting of blood and bruises. He whimpered and fell 
heavily to the stable floor as she undid the knot supporting his 
weight.

   The next shocking footage had three boys of nine to eleven shackled
to a cement block buried in the earth. The same woman applied a 
generous amount of shortening to their asscracks, fingering them rudely 
until they cried in pain. The naked trio gurgled afterward, pulling on 
their restraints and gazing at it with their blank eyes.

   They suddenly became agitated, listening to the barking of dogs in
the distance of the rustic farmland. The strong female barely held on 
to the leash of three large German shepherds shuffling to lurch on the 
vulnerable kids. One by one, she freed the hounds.

   The little boys bellowed, kicking at the canine aggressors with 
genuine fright. I was stupefied by the avidity of the animals to mount 
the laddies. These dogs had obviously been trained for that matter. 
As the helpless children breathed in ragged gasps, the four-legged 
beasts bucked their hips, poking their red doggie cocks at the 
backdoor of the boys, like they would a bitch. 

   One of them succeeded in slipping its veiny organ into the asshole 
of a blondie. Its claws scratched the skin of the pre-pubescent child 
as it gripped his sides for balance with its front legs. Humping 
frantically, the dog lodged himself deeper into the wailing kid.

   Next to the couple, the other Fidos had achieved the same. The 
three animals and the humans howled. Their unnatural copulation lasted 
very long, much to my surprise. The dogs fucked the kids' little asses 
franticly with their impressive maleness. I had never seen anything 
like it.

   The more the studs' penises enlarged the boy's butt holes, the 
more they plunged further into them. Their hind legs bouncing off the 
ground as they humped instinctively. All three boys were beyond tears. 
They screamed wholeheartedly feeling the pistonning rods in their 
bowels.

   The animals started climaxing one after the other, squealing with 
high-pitched woofs. Unloading what I imagined was gallons of cum into 
the rectums of their dim-witted partners. Their cocks swelled into the 
narrow passages, reaching enormous proportions until they were stuck 
inside the constricting anuses of the children. The usual occurrence
when German shepherds mated with a bitch. 

   The scene was cut and resumed with the woman pulling out the
softened pricks from the violated holes. A waterfall of animal sperm 
flowed from the kid's rectal openings. They had been distended
horribly. The film closed as the matron stuffed the children's little 
nutsacks inside their gaping orifices.

   I was fully aware I would be grumpy the next day. Nonetheless,
I browsed through the shelves, looking for what I had previewed at the 
end of one of the tapes. The face of a red-head seemed familiar and I 
whispered 'Bingo' upon recognizing it.
   
   The production was part of a series called 'Hardcore Kiddies'. All in 
all eight tapes of the same kind of scenarios. But with different 
actors. The movies always featured two or three teenagers working a 
pre-teen. The young star, be it nine or ten, blonde or dark-haired, had 
to suck their meaty cocks. Then the older males would take control of 
their little tushies. Drilling their hard pricks to the hilt. Sodomizing 
them like savage warriors on a crusade.

   The multitude of boys on display were veterans and had been 
deflowered previously. It signified long slippery anal rides captured 
lushfully on film. I never got tired of seeing those cute angels 
submitting willingly to the brutal gangbangs. They could take 
erections of all sizes up their little bottoms without flinching. The 
wide smiles on their faces illuminated the boob tube.
   
   A twelve-year-old with a veil of freckles on his nose caught my 
attention. He was getting fucked like a girl on his back by a late 
teener with an immense hard-on. His legs flailed in the air and his 
woody danced with the tempo of the mechanical penetrations.

   As the muscular older male rutted his full weight. The kid began 
screaming his bliss. "Anhhh annhhh! FUCK ME! FUCK MY ASS! Yeahh ! ANNH 
ANNHH". I couldn't believe my eyes. The speed at which the teenager 
rammed his cock was incredible. For long intense minutes, he ravaged 
the little boy's hairless hole. Plowing like a sex robot.

   The cramped up boy yelled at the top of his lungs. In the middle of 
the fuck scene, his boydick erupted, sending a spray of milky fluid to 
his collarbone. I spilled my seventh load of the night. The lad's anal 
climax too much for me.

    Within minutes, I fell asleep on the couch, half-naked like a 
drunken sailor.

                                -=-
                                
   
   I arrived early from the job the next day. After announcing to my
boss I would take the rest of the week off, for personal reasons. 
Jim's boys were not in front of the cartoons. I heard giggles coming 
from their bedroom and went to check up on them.

   My knees turned to rubber. Joey was sliding his short boner into
his kid brother's bum. "Joey!" I shouted. "Stop that!"

   The lads eyed me with contempt. "This is fun!" little J.J. cheered.
"It tickles my butthole!"

"Well maybe.. but your father is gonna kill me! Get out of him Joey, 
now!"

   Both boys bowed their heads, untangling their limbs from the 
compromising position. I feared I had instilled shame in their young 
minds. The conversation around the supper table turned fast to the 
subject of intercourse. My words were carefully chosen. Yet, I realized 
I couldn't change their minds about it. Jim assuredly would scold me.

   The evening was a repeat of the eve. The hyperactive monkeys 
tested my patience to the limit. I couldn't wait for them to keel over 
so that I could go downstairs.                                

   On the strike of midnight, I popped a tape in VCR. The film was
in black and white. A ten-year-old with dark hair, Beatles style, 
shucked his clothes off. He had the most delectable circumcised little 
appendage. I longed to chew on it.

   The little show-off peed in a glass and drank it in one big 
gulp. Smacking his lips like he had downed a refreshing fruit juice. 
"Damn!" I commented. He sat in a large armchair and fondled his  
dink until it slapped against his lower tummy.

   The sounds of the solo scene seemed in 3-D, it felt like he was in 
the room with me. His sexual maturity was overwhelming. He picked up 
a vibrator and flicked the switch on. The buzzing sound resonated on my 
eardrums. I almost lost my marbles, watching his contorted mug while he 
massaged his cocklet with the adult toy.

   His toes were curling up and his eyes glazing over. A testimony to 
the intensity of the pleasure he was experiencing. For long minutes, he 
rubbed the tip of the big electric dildo on his testicles and the length 
of his rigid pecker.

   Getting on his knees, he stuffed the big vibrator all the way up 
his butt, cooing as the tremors made his tight anus quiver. The 
camera fluttered around, preserving the images of the young boy 
masturbating. His little rear end split open by the large white 
cylinder.

"Ohhhh Ohhhh UHHHH UHHHHHHH!"

   His moans of ecstasy intensified until he tilted his head backward, 
his frail body shuddering in the throes of a fantastic dry climax.

   I ejaculated without touching my prick and slumbered on the couch 
rapidly, already imagining what the next days would bring me.



CHAPTER 3.

   The three days that followed went by quickly. I drained my balls 
every half-hour. The porn images keeping me aroused twenty-four hours 
a day. I would watch every damn tape even if I died in the process.
   
   The three fair-haired brothers in a flick from Sweden were making
me hot like crazy. The eldest at fourteen had ultimate control on his 
two younger siblings. He wagged his cock in front of the eight-year-old 
and the boy sucked him like a vacuum, his cheeks hollow.

   Their baby brother was a mere infant at three-years-old but he 
sucked them properly too, taking their hard dicks in his oral cavity. I 
was jealous of the big boy for having two adorable tykes to submit to 
his every desire. They seemed quite happy sharing the engorged flesh of 
their mature brother for a good fifteen minutes. 

   The older boys then took turns spanking the youngest lad. The 
middle child didn't cause much pain but the eldest went wild on his 
tiny fanny. Hammering his hand until the tot wept and his buns were 
red and toasty.

   They moved on to better things. The eight-year-old swung his kid bro 
on the floor and mounted his backside roughly, burying his little 
erection in his tight hole with fervent hip thrusts. The infant 
whined incessantly each time the boy's hipbone touched his aching 
crimson posterior.

   The culmination of the scene came when the oldest of the group 
penetrated his kin while he fucked the baby. The trio was fused 
together, dick in ass, humping in unison to savour each second of the 
anal coitus.

   The boy sandwiched between his sibs moaned loudly. Obviously torn 
between the pleasure of his dick and the pain in his asshole. The heap 
of arms and legs looked like a deformed creature as they fucked each 
other. They fornicated until the rush of an orgasm wracked their 
immature bodies.

   What I watched next was the most sadistic thing I had ever seen. 
Four men were holding a twelve-year-old by his limbs as he trashed and 
kicked furiously. Screaming words I didn't comprehend . His scared 
little eyes were crying a steady flow of tears. I realized he was 
fully aware of the adults' scheme. Maybe they were about to rape him 
and had informed him about it.

   The strong tyrants stole his pants, then his underwear. His
little wiener was shrivelled by terror under his bald pubes. One man's 
coarse fingers toyed with the foreskin, pulling it down and up the 
pink glans.

   He tugged on the tip of the loose skin, stretching it way ahead
of the knob. With a pair of shiny scissors, he began cutting into the 
supple membrane slowly. Very slowly. The young lad yelled in agony.
Blood gushed with each squish of the blade. When half of the surgery was 
completed, salt was sprinkled on the open wound to ensure the kid would 
be screeching.

   The pseudo rabbi finished severing the foreskin and forced the lad
to gulp it down, holding his jaw with his rugged hand until he
had swallowed the piece of skin. The boy's throat was quaking and I 
thought he would hurl it back out. The man then leaned between the 
child's spasming thighs and suckled his bloody boydick like Dracula. 
The circumcised hero bawled again, feeling the searing pain of his 
growing erection. 

   They pursued their torture, pouring hot wax on his titties. The 
kid's shrieks echoed in the small room. Bringing the candle over his 
plump testicles. They repeated the procedure again and again. The 
juvenile victim had abandoned the fight and yelped each time the hot 
liquid hit his delicate nuts. In the end, his scrotum was covered 
with a thick coat of hardened wax.

   I stopped the VCR and walked to a window for fresh air, my 
face ashen. Jim had warned me about this one. I pondered how he had 
managed to find any enjoyment from the horrific flick.

   The final scene was as gruesome. A blond boy no older than eight was 
undressed roughly by powerful hands. They hauled him naked on a metal 
table. Heavy shackles secured his little wrists. The same 
procedure for his bony ankles. He cried his blue eyes out the whole 
time, begging for his tormentors to stop the violent game.

   An arm navigated between the child's legs and clamped two clips with 
teeth on each tiny ball. The clips were attached to thin wires. I 
understood right away what was going on. The kid was yelling 
from the pain of the pointy teeth biting his tender skin. When the 
first jolt of electricity raced through the wire, his butt bounced off
the cold platform.

   A more powerful jolt followed and the little boy screamed. Again 
with more intensity he was lashed with voltage. His big eyes were 
panicky as the painful energy travelled in his body. The torture 
machine droned a few second before delivering its shock. The nude boy 
complained in advance, flailing his arms to free himself from his 
bonds.

   The deliberate crescendo was horrendous. The pre-teen had not fainted 
yet and he was rewarded with more and more intense shocks. After five 
minutes of the horrible ordeal, the electricity was at a dangerous 
level. His whole body arched on the table. His tiny pecker hard from the 
electric perturbations. The barbarians continued and I thought he would 
explode from the tremendous lightning bolts. They finally released him, 
laughing in the background. The little boy walked groggily, totally 
traumatized.

   'Billy's First Date' flashed on the screen at the opening of the next 
one. I thought it was a home movie as a man in his forties with a 
beard and moustache cuddled the most delicious five-year-old angel on 
his lap. Perhaps his nephew? The blond kid was blue-eyed and didn't 
have the usual baby chubbiness associated with most tots. He seemed 
fragile as a porcelain doll.

   The little boy's mug was concentrated on the cartoons and the man
massaged his body freely, his erection tenting the fabric of his 
Dockers between the kid's pasty thighs. He turned the child's head away 
from the TV and kissed his pouty lips a few times before forcing his big 
tongue into his little mouth.

   The boy had cooperated up to that point, but began to rebel when 
the strong adult peeled his miniature garments. The man removed all 
his clothes too and eyed the frighten kid in the foetal position. He 
grasped his blond hair, pulling the boy's face right in front of his 
fat nine-inch uncut cock. 

   The kid needed coaching but soon, he was sucking on the angry knob,
opening his mouth wide. I noticed the large hose entering more and more 
into the little mouth and realized the man was shoving his massive 
hard-on down the narrow throat. He put poppers under the boy's nose and 
the youngin' swallowed deeper and deeper, absorbing the throbbing piece 
of flesh. His stretched lips connected with the wiry pubes and he gagged 
and choked, his eyes filled with alarm.

   In the next sequence, the innocent lad was on a bed on all fours. 
His tiny bum in the air amidst the stuffed Teletubbies. The man fondled 
his shapely buttocks, squeezing the entire hot little bottom in one 
hand. He applied a copious smear of KY to his asscrack and his massive 
cock. My mind disbelieved what was about to happen.

   The kid was unruffled when a long finger explored his virgin anus but 
began weeping and screaming when the head of the man's penis enlarged 
his wee little hole. I could see it all. The man was gripping firmly the 
child's bony hips and plunging his damaging monster cock at a steady 
pace. Five, six, seven, eight, nine inches totally lodged up the 
five-year-old's rectum. He leaned over the boy's ear and spoke his only 
words: "Thank you, Billy for giving me your cherry!  I wasn't sure if 
you'd put out on our first date."

   The big man lay his 200 pounds on top of the fifty pound child and
crushed him on the mattress, fucking his butt mercilessly. The kid's 
short limbs stuck out grotesquely from under the grown male as he 
sodomized him like a pile driver. All the boy could do was scream and 
beg. It didn't take long before the brutal onslaught was over and the 
man spent himself all over his deflowered hole.

   The great majority of the tapes were about nudist kids or little 
boys of all ages masturbating. It restored my faith in man. That there 
were not that many truly vile productions. I fast-forwarded through 
those offerings though, compelled to watch the nastier stuff. Like a 
car driver who would stop his vehicle at the scene of a crash just to 
peek at the blood.

   My pupils went dry. I jumped from one movie to the next. 
Chain-watching the many tapes in Jim's stash. One movie would have 
made a great promotion for racial harmony. A black kid and a white boy 
were making love in a forest somewhere. They kissed passionately and 
sixty-nined, slurping on their eleven-year-old dicks.

   The essence of their love was palpable even when they fucked each 
other in the ass. The contrast of ebony and ivory so magnificent. The 
black boy had a fairly developed organ. He made the caucasian kid 
squirm as he slammed it between his perk white cheeks.

   In due time, it was the white kid's turn and he humped the dark brown 
ass of his lover. His pale fingers jerked the black boy's erect little 
pole and they climaxed together, moaning and drowning in the ocean of 
their precocious bliss.

   I was mesmerized by a twelve-year-old's appendage. He had been 
blessed by god with a plump long sausage dangling halfway to his 
knees. It looked almost grotesque on his hairless petite frame. The 
gift of nature was even more gigantic when hard. It reached a solid 
eight inches.

   The young lad rolled in a ball and pleasured himself orally. 
I figured it was one of his favourite pastime. He sucked his 
own cock easily, engulfing a great part of his shaft in his mouth. 
With a couple of fingers embedded in his anus, he augmented the tempo 
of his blowjob. His lips racing on his meaty dong. 

   Boyjuice erupted abruptly from his pisshole. He opened his mouth to
receive the creamy discharge. Some shots missed the target and landed 
on his nose. Afterward, the lens zoomed on the globs of jizz next 
to his tonsils. In a snap, it was gone. The boy had swallowed himself.

   Another one I watched was shot on a farm. Two country pre-teen boys 
undressed quietly next to a donkey. A disembodied voice unloaded orders. 
Big hands gripped one of the boy's head and smashed his face in the 
animal's ass. The child remained calm, even though some shit was smudged 
on his button nose. He darted his tongue and licked the burro's large 
balls.

   The same treatment was conferred to the other boy. His face was 
oriented to the beast's long throbbing prick. The man fed his little 
mouth with the smelly penis. Both lads giggled as they kissed and 
munched on the huge example of maleness.

   The mule groaned when the two little humans gripped his massive 
pole with their four hands. They jacked off the excited animal, 
sitting on their buns, awaiting the release of its spunk. It was some 
sort of game. They increased the rhythm on the huge cock, until 
finally they were covered with the flood of its ejaculate. Then the 
naked couple went on a rampage. 

   They fucked every living thing on that farm. Pigs, a sheep, goats 
and chickens. Their young bodies soiled with mud. It seemed it was 
rather enjoyable. I stopped counting the times they achieved an orgasm 
in the asses or cunts of their beastie friends.

   Some movies were almost indescribable. Little boys getting their 
pink nipples pierced by long needles. Grown men using toddlers as 
toilets. Kids with sad eyes fisting each other. Young scouts in clean 
uniforms doing cruel tortures to their troop mates. Attaching leeches 
to a kid's dickie. Stuffing a grass snake in another one's asshole. 
Paddling the buttocks of a timid youngster 'till they turned blue.

   Also memorable. Two young teenagers raping a four-year-old. While 
one held the tot's ankles over his head, the other pounded his 
pubescent cock into him. All this for one full hour until the two 
criminals were exhausted and had shot their young guns five times each 
in the kid's face and ass.
  
   I was on a roller coaster ride. My heart and my cock taken hostage. 
Like an heroin addict, I viewed tape after tape. Stopping only to take 
care of Joey and J.J. during the evenings. It felt awfully strange to 
tuck the two boys in bed and then run downstairs to watch one get 
cornholed on TV.

   On the last day, I consumed a movie where a ripe man pissed in the 
rectum of a ten-year-old. The boy cooed as the warm liquid filled his 
bowels. His gooey good feelings were shot-lived. The adult grasped his 
mop of brown hair and literally fucked the shit out of him. I could see 
a mixture of feces and urine gush from around the ramrod and ooze down 
the white legs of the grunting child.

   The dirty old bastard relished the messy coupling. He pumped 
furiously in the pool of human waste and added his sperm sauce to the 
mix. After he had finished emptying himself in the recess of the 
kid's insides. He knelt behind the boy and suctioned out all the 
disgusting juices he could through his little boyhole. Going as far as 
inserting a straw in his bum to siphon his entrails.

   I was on the verge on vomiting when I hit the eject button. There 
was time for one more. The boy was handsome. Nearly twelve. He 
strolled in the Turkish prison cell like he had volunteered. The five 
men there had large smirks on their lips. They were horny like hell 
and it was apparent.

   They ripped his clothes to bare his smooth skin. One man used his 
skimpy briefs to make a gag that would stifle his screams. It 
was the most violent sex I had ever seen. All of them sported huge 
erections that you generally see in gay porno magazines. Thick long 
hairy cocks with knobs the size of a tangerine.

   They sodomized the willing lad with unbridled rage. His little limp
peter flopped around as the ferocious convicts nailed his pussy ass to 
the hilt. Two men usually held him steady while a third one rammed
his massive organ into his rump. There was always of them ready for 
action.

   The boy's tail was perpetually plugged. Muffled moans escaped his 
throat and his body never ceased shaking one second for the vicious 
adults made sure he was well fucked and docile.

   The roar of Jim's 4X4's engine revving outside meant the end of my 
vacation. I rose to my feet. The room was spinning. My hands were 
shaking and it felt like pure caffeine was flowing in my veins. I had 
done it though. I had watched pretty much all of it. A certain sense of 
closure enveloped my soul.

   The darn stash would not nag me anymore. I had conquered it and 
could go back the normal life I used to have. With a triumphant smile 
I trudged to the door to welcome Jim back from his business trip.

   He noticed the sad state of my appearance but didn't mention 
anything about it. I helped him unload the baggage out of the 
hatchback of his Chevy Jimmy. We chatted superficially. "New York is 
very nice at this time of the year." he commented. 

   Then his words almost felt like a stake through my heart. "You see 
this." he pointed to a cardboard box. "All Russians tapes. My friends 
tells me they are really hot!"

   I faked a smile. My knees sagged under me and cold sweat ran down 
between my shoulder blades. I wanted to see the fresh batch of videos. 
I needed to see them.

                           

THE END.