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story codes: (Mb bb – cons oral anal interr)
style: contemporary
" I've got to get to you first
Before they do
It's just a question of time
Before they lay their hands on you
And make you just like the rest. "-DM
TOYS WILL BE TOYS by DEBONAIR
Part 1.
He trotted to the last house on his paper route to collect the due
balance. Mr. Robson's residence was a singular example of modern
architecture. It consisted of concrete cubes attached together,
resembling a giant Lego sculpture. The boy thought it looked really
cool because the odd construction stood out in the middle class
neighbourhood.
His confidence was strong approaching the entrance. So far, he had
shouldered the burdens of independence and responsibility very well.
Money piled up in his short's pocket. The folks were content with the
assiduous service of his paper delivery enterprise.
He could do this.
He was ten-years-old.
He could break free from the chronic bouts of shyness.
Nothing would scare him anymore.
He rang the doorbell and presented a bill as soon as Mr. Robson
opened the door. The well-groomed man glanced down and smiled.
"You must be the new paperboy?" He beamed. "Jacob, right?" He added,
recalling the name on the notification card he'd received in the mail.
"Yes, Mister." The boy piped nervously. "You owe me ten dollars."
"Yeah, of course." The man concurred, concealing his enchantment.
Of all the paperboys he'd encouraged, Jacob was the youngest and the
most attractive. The skinny tow-headed kid seemed reserved and
pleasantly innocent. His sneakers were in mint condition. His pale
bare legs were devoid of any scratches. And the front of his t-shirt
was immaculate. How unusual!
Robson found the fresh face quite charming and gladly completed the
transaction, including a ten-dollar tip, which garnered resounding
thanks from the polite paperboy.
"I will come to your house first every morning!" Jacob promised.
At the end of his gleeful outburst, he noticed something behind the
generous customer. His liveliness vanished at once. In the middle of
the living room, a nude boy lay inert on the floor. The left arm of
the corpse was missing.
Jacob gasped and froze on the spot, eyes glued on the dead child.
Robson pivoted his head quickly to see what had caused such panic in
his young visitor.
"Oh! Don't be frightened! That's just a doll!" He laughed. "I was
fixing it when you arrived."
Jacob observed the man walk to the lifeless body and pick it off the
floor.
"Hello, I'm a doll." Mr. Robson said to him, moving the thing
comically.
The blond boy regained his colours gradually. He advanced hesitantly
towards the doll. It was so...lifelike! Everything inch of it was a
perfect reproduction, right down to the tiniest freckles on its nose.
"Wow, mister. This is weird..." He squealed, touching the doll's
nipples with his index. His gaze went to the exposed hairless genitals.
The small pink penis rested limply on two smooth nuggets. It was so
similar to his weenie, with the small donut of foreskin at the tip.
"It's nice, uh? I make these for a living. Do you want to see more
in the warehouse?" Robson asked, sensing the child's curiosity.
The boy nodded. His guts were telling him it was all right. The goofy
thirty-year-old man did not correspond to the image of the monsters
his mom had warned him about. Mr. Robson wore designer jeans and a CK
t-shirt. Frequent grins illuminated his clean-shaven mug. Jacob felt
he could follow him without a worry.
* * *
The neon light flickered in the lofty white room. They appeared out
of the darkness. Twenty boy mannequins, dressed casually, sitting on
wooden chairs. Jacob felt a shiver creep up his spine the way they all
stared at him, mouth slightly open, and a peaceful blank expression on
their petrified faces. He strolled amidst the human dolls. There were
toddlers here and there, boys like him and teenagers. Their hair and
eyes seemed so real!
"Cool!" He exclaimed.
"They're made of silicone." Robson declared. "All of these are based
on actual kids."
"For real!"
"Yep." The man confirmed. "My customers are mostly Japanese. They
can be fussy regarding certain details."
"How much do they cost?" Jacob asked, thinking it would be great to
have an identical twin to play with or put under the covers to sneak
out at night!
"Oh, too much for you buddy!" Robson ruffled the boy's hair. "Trust
me, kids can't afford to buy one. Only grown men play with these...hmm...
cuddly dolls."
The ten-year-old stared silently at the magnificent toys, wondering why
grown men would play with little boy dolls? From the tone of the
adult's voice and his uneasy innuendos, he presumed it had to do with
sex. His penis stiffened in his shorts.
The only black boy in the room piqued his interest. He breezed to it
and recognized immediately a schoolmate. The quality of the replica
was uncanny. The doll had exactly the same fleshy lips and flat nose,
the same thin layer of curly hair on the scalp and the same skin
pigmentation, a dark maroon. Even the clothes had been chosen
appropriately. The dummy sported the black kid's Adidas jogging pants
and the high-top runners he boasted about.
"Do you know Tyrell?" Robson asked, seeing the boy's reaction.
"Uh-uh," Jacob said. "He's in my class."
The vision of the familiar face mesmerized Jacob. He had never thought
much of his dark-skinned classmate. Tyrell was a year older. He had
flunked the fifth grade and had been forced to do it all over again.
Now that Jacob knew Tyrell had modeled for a doll, his perception of
the boy changed entirely.
"Do you want to punch him?" Robson proposed. "Go ahead! He won't
mind. That's what they are for. You can do whatever you want with them."
Jacob giggled. He curled his fingers into a fist and delivered a solid
jab to the doll's jaw.
"Good one!" The man cheered.
"Is he, like exactly identical?" Jacob inquired, blushing.
Robson grinned wickedly, understanding the true intent of the question.
"If you're asking if my dolls are anatomically correct, then the
answer is yes." He whispered. "Let's have a look."
Jacob surveyed the man as he grabbed the doll under the armpits and
hoisted it on its feet. The next instant, Tyrell's jogging pants and
his briefs were bunched up around his ankles.
Robson loved his occupation. He could blabber about it for hours.
Gepetto wished his creation would become a real boy. Robson wished a
real boy would become a perfect doll. And unlike the old puppet maker,
he didn't get upset with lies and body parts lengthening.
"You see. This is no G.I. Joe. That's a perfect copy of his
testicles." He said, jiggling the pendulous little eggs with his
fingers. "Same for his dick. You get an accurate result if you use the
proper compound for the mold."
Jacob stared at the exposed privates, feeling queasy inside that he
could do it without any repercussion from their owner. Mr. Robson
flipped the life-sized dummy over and separated its firm brown buttocks.
"They even have a poop hole, but nothing ever comes out of it!" He
blurted out. "Go on, put a finger in it."
The bashful boy raised his index finger and carefully inserted it in
the puckered aperture. The plastic ring clung to his knuckle. He pulled
his digit out quickly and giggled.
"Do you think you could model for me?" Robson asked tentatively.
"You're a very handsome chap!"
Jacob shook his head vehemently. He wasn't aware of the process to
create a clone of his self, but he had figured out it involved
disrobing. A lot of disrobing! The man's sudden interest in him was
alarming.
"So you're shy?" Robson chuckled. "I thought you were a brave kid.
After all, you're alone in this room with a stranger?"
The word 'stranger' put Jacob on the defensive. The friendly man
sounded more and more like a pervert.
"Uh, I have to go now. Bye." He said and scampered to the exit.
"Goodbye, Jacob! See you next week." Robson cried out.
* * *
That very night, sleep didn't come for Jacob. The youngster kept
thinking of the human dolls in the warehouse, how all these boys had
to get naked for the man to make a replica. His hand slithered into
his pajama pants and fondled his rigid little penis. The number of
times he masturbated was cause for concern, but he couldn't help
himself lately. He was mutating into a monster.
The first sign of his body changing was fine golden hair at the
armpits. His mom also said he stunk up the car after soccer practice.
She demanded he put on deodorant on a daily basis. But he forgot.
The boy's hormonal flare up disconcerted the mother. Her precious son
was slipping away from her. "Chemicals. It's all those chemicals!"
She cursed.
Jacob didn't share her despair even though the premature onset of
puberty affected him greatly.
His sexual impulses had become uncontrollable. It seemed he was in
a permanent state of arousal. Unconsciously, his hand migrated on
its own to his crotch to pet the bulge tenting his shorts. Before
gym class, he had to shut his eyes in order to avoid ogling at the
other boys undressing. Even something as uninspiring as the bare
feet of his schoolmates awoke his pecker! He masturbated every chance
he got and luxuriated in the glorious pleasure.
The images of Tyrell's genitals were still vivid on his mind.
Everything was slightly bigger than his. He felt a hint of jealousy
as he tugged on his penis under the covers. A movie started playing
in his head. He was naked in the warehouse. All the dolls had no
clothes on too. He cavorted amidst the crowd of nude boys and rubbed
his stiffy on their silky bodies. He kissed them, touched their
dicks and their butts. Oh!
A yelp escaped his lips. His body trembled on the mattress. The
intensity of his orgasm paralysed him momentarily. Then, he exhaled,
gently caressing his softening boyhood.
* * *
The next time Jacob walked over to Mr. Robson's home to collect
his due, he bowed his head and asked sheepishly, "Can I see the dolls
again?"
The silicone artist snickered.
"Yeah, come on over. I'll show you neat stuff."
Inside the warehouse, Jacob grabbed an Asian toddler doll and cradled
it in one arm. With the other he touched the face, exploring every
feature.
"What's his name?"
"Hiroshi." Robson smiled, happy that the paperboy had warmed up to
his uncommon work. "He's a big seller."
Jacob deposited the doll back on its chair and scooted to a young
teenager dressed in a school uniform. He proceeded to unbuckle its
trousers and bare its midsection. A patch of wiry dark hair adorned
the doll's pubic mound.
"I'll show you something." Robson said, amused by the boy's sudden
boldness. "See. If you squeeze his balls, his dick swells up. Like
this."
Jacob watched the doll's penis slowly rise and curve up. He wrapped
his fingers around the shaft and compressed the hardened rubber.
"It feels real!"
"Yeah, that's the whole point. Lemme show you something fun."
Robson said.
He strolled to a table, picked up a pastry bag and returned.
"This is vanilla icing you put on cakes. There's a small hole,
right here on the hip. You squeeze it inside, then when you push the
tiny button here..."
A thick jet of white icing squirted out of the doll's erection.
Jacob laughed wholeheartedly.
"Neat, uh? Older boys and men can do that." Robson explained.
The little boy frowned in embarrassment. He knew that. Whenever he
masturbated and reached the peak of pleasure, a sticky droplet
always appeared through the slit of his glans. Once, he had seen
porno clips on the Internet when his father forgot to activate the
parental filter software. The white stuff gushed out of the men's
penises at the end of every scene.
Mr. Robson knelt on the floor and licked up the dollops of icing
dribbling on the sides of the teenage hard-on. He opened wide and
engulfed the entire thing, moaning sensuously. His sucking lips slid
on the length of the false dick, collecting the creamy smears.
The whole time, Jacob chuckled, watching the obscene spectacle. The
man was nothing like the other adults in his life. They were always
reminding him of the things he could not do, whereas Mr. Robson let
him touch whatever he wanted and didn't make up phoney answers to
his questions. The outgoing man looked like someone he should aspire
to become, unlike his pot-bellied uncles who were always broke and
drank beer all day.
"You wanna try it? I'll load him up again." Mr. Robson suggested.
Jacob fell on his knees between the dummy's legs. He inspected the
flesh-coloured plastic, amazed by the precise imitation. Then he
lowered his mouth on the penis and began sucking it at once. The
teen's erect member bumped the inside of his cheeks, bulging them
out. He had never felt naughtier. The sexy game excited him so much.
Robson examined the blond head bobbing over the crotch of the
mannequin, wishing he were the one sitting there instead of a stupid
lifeless thing unable to appreciate it. He stepped behind the doll
and manipulated the head.
"Yes, suck my dick, Jacob! This feels so goooood. You're my best
friend! Get ready here it comes!"
Jacob braced himself for the sugary reward. Mr. Robson pressed on
the button. A gob of icing exploded in the back of the boy's throat.
He choked on it and backed off slightly to swallow the gooey sweet
cream.
Giddy from the experience, he took to his feet and wiped his mouth
with the back of his hand.
"That was awesome." He said, moseying towards the door.
"Are you leaving already?"
"Yes." Jacob blushed.
Robson spotted the contours of the kid's boner pushing against the
fabric of his shorts.
"Okay, I guess you need to take care of a little something."
Once the paperboy had bolted out the door, the man hurried back to
the warehouse. He grabbed the first of his creation he could get his
hands on and yanked its pants down. The doll lay limply, bent over
the chair awaiting to be raped. Robson released his leaking cock
from the confines of his jeans and speared it up its anus. His
pent-up frustrations had him growling. He shagged the love doll
violently, thinking of Jacob, bucking against the plastic rump.
After a minute of unbridled rutting, he came. His cock spilled a
huge wad of sperm in the satin bowel of the boy who hadn't complained
once.
* * *
Jacob had never seen the black kid that much before. But now that
he was aware of the link with Mr. Robson, it seemed Tyrell popped up
everywhere around him. Besides school, Jacob saw him at the grocery
store, the park or riding his bike on the streets around the block.
Every time, he stared at him with a genuine fascination.
The growing obsession prompted him to follow the classmate after
school. Just to see where he lived. Tyrell marched to his home with
that nonchalant gait common to wannabe hoodlums. He took out his key
and finally noticed the shadow lurking behind him.
"Watcha want?" He demanded, spinning around on a dime.
Jacob flinched, caught in his spying. He said the first thing that
surfaced on his mind.
"I saw you..."
"Watchu talkin' 'bout?"
"I saw you at Mr. Robson's place."
Tyrell loosened up and grinned at the white boy.
"He's a cool dude, uh?"
Jacob nodded timidly, still intimated. After all, the black boy was
eleven and he was just ten. As well, he must have known about his
inability to assert himself. Everyone on his grade level knew he was
always picked last at dodgeball, after the fat kid.
"Did he play with ya on the waterbed? D'ya go in the sex machine?"
Tyrell went on.
A sex machine?
"Uh, yeah." Jacob acquiesced, pretending to comprehend what was
being discussed. He didn't want to spoil a budding friendship already.
"C'mon in. Mamma's not here yet."
The next moment, both preteens were sitting on Tyrell's bed, playing
videogames as if they were best buddies since forever. Jacob cringed
when the taller boy stole a joint from his brother's stash. But he
sucked on the weed stick and filled his lungs with the smoke to appear
cool and mature. His eyelids became heavy. He laughed for no reason,
feeling light-headed and carefree.
For a while, he phased out and stared at the white-socked feet at the
end of their legs. Sometimes, there were four and sometimes they were
eight.
"Am I stone?" He giggled.
"Fawk yeah, doofus." Tyrell laughed. "This is boring. You wanna
get down?"
"Okay." Jacob shrugged his shoulders, unsure what it meant.
The black boy removed his t-shirt then his Adidas jogging pants. He
gave a quick tug to the front of his briefs and glared at his guest
who sat motionless. Jacob understood. He mimicked the brazen kid,
shucked off his clothes, his heart thumping. His eyes were glued to
Tyrell's crotch as he stripped out of his underwear. But there was
nothing he had not seen before on the doll, the same brown sac of
nuts and wiener.
Jacob slid his briefs off his short legs. They were both naked now,
except for their white socks. Their thighs touching, they fondled
their respective penises. Jacob's slim appendage inflated, the knob
blossoming through the folds of foreskin. As for Tyrell's dick, it
expanded in a flash. The circumcised head was a light violet, a
stark contrast against the dark shaft.
They masturbated playfully, peeking at each other's crotches. Jacob
envied his new friend's endowment. His dick was pretty beefy and
his balls equally.
"How many times ya jerk off a day?" Tyrell asked candidly.
"I dunno. Four times. No, three times. Uh, maybe." Jacob trailed
off.
"Me too."
The response reassured the blond boy. Out of the blue, Tyrell
pounced on him. They rolled on the mattress, their hairless forms
rubbing together deliciously. Jacob's eyes widened when the sensuous
classmate massaged his butt and kissed him full on the lips. The
eleven-year-old had evidently done this before and Jacob felt
suddenly unqualified. He let his hands roam on the kid's smooth
ebony skin, getting comfortable with the omnipresence of another
body in his usually selfish sex play.
Things unfolded smoothly. They touched each other's balls and tugged
on their stiff peckers in unison. Jacob gazed at the black boy's
erection, yearning to know how it would feel to have it in his mouth?
How it would taste? If it would be like the doll's penis?
"Can I suck your dick?" He asked.
"Go awn." Tyrell smiled, spreading his legs.
Jacob grasped the erection offered to him and made his tongue dance
around the head. He opened up and started to suck the vibrant flesh,
taking as much as he could in his mouth. After the initial salty
film had gone, all he could taste was the leaking pre-cum. His
cheeks hollowed in each time he bobbed his head on the stiff penis.
He sucked the black boy steadily, eager to please him. But Tyrell
pushed his head away.
"Arrh! You ain't doin' it right. It's like you're biting it." He
said. "I'll show ya."
Jacob watched the well-informed child demonstrate in an exaggerated
manner how he pursed his lips over his teeth. Tyrell's mouth zoomed
to his pink genitals, nibbled his testicles and teased his boydick.
Finally, the fleshy lips parted and clamped down around it. Jacob
moaned as soon as the wet suction began. He hooked his legs up around
the older boy and relished the constant grip of the slimy lips on his
rigid little rod.
"Unnghhh. Unngh. That feels unggh good." He mumbled, feeling
compelled to praise the demented buddy for it to continue longer.
It was unnecessary. Tyrell enjoyed seeing the skinny white boy go out
of his mind. He alternated between sucking his dick and licking his
balls. Once in a while, he moved down lower and tickled the younger
boy's asshole with the tip of his tongue.
Jacob's mind reeled from all the exquisite sensations. Tyrell shifted
on top of him and parked his knees on each side of his blond head.
In other circumstances, Jacob would have told him 'Get your butt
outta my face'. But right then, he was transfixed by the dangling
balls and elongated pecker above his face. He stretched his neck and
bent the black boy's penis to put it in his mouth.
In a harmonious frenzy, they sucked each other's stiffies. Jacob
savoured every second of the sixty-nine. Tyrell slurped his dick
like a Popsicle and he devoted the same passion to his chubby,
carefully avoiding grazing the sensitive head with his teeth.
Just like he had done to the doll, he sneaked his index finger
between Tyrell's ass cheeks and pushed it in the brown hole. The
boy's erection pulsed on his tongue. A bit of cum trickled down his
throat. As he swallowed the milky fluid, his little penis twitched.
He let out a stifled moan, overcome by the convulsions of his boyish
orgasm.
Part 2.
Tyrell hurled the nude teenaged doll belly down on the waterbed.
He took off his clothes and straddled the backside of the toy. For
some reason, the black boy was fond of that particular one. The
silicone effigy of an emo teen allured him, perhaps because it
seemed like someone who was reckless. He could relate to that.
He pinched the chin of the doll and turned the wobbly head to look
at it straight in the face. Its lips and eyebrows were pierced with
silver studs. A mop of jet-black hair cascaded down the forehead.
"Ya want it, whitey?" Tyrell muttered. "Ya want it up yer butt.
I'm a'gonna fawk ya good. You'll see."
He squeezed the bottle of baby oil on the doll's anus and jammed
two fingers in it right away.
"Hmmm, ya like this, uh?" He sniggered, adding another digit and
another one until his whole fist disappeared in the distended
plastic orifice.
"Take that!" He repeated again and again, punching the dummy's
entrails. "Yeah, I'm fist fawking your ass!"
Bored by the sterile nature of his game, the eleven-year-old
flipped the teen over. He compressed the doll's scrotum to make the
dick stick up. It was the ideal size for him, about five inches
long and not too thick. He lubed his butt hole and gently wormed
the plastic erection inside him.
Mr. Robson strode to his bedroom, wondering what his young guest
was up to. He leaned in the doorway and stared at the crazy kid.
Tyrell had his back turned to him. He could take a moment to spy on
the boy. His eyes focused on the sandy balls of his heels. They
moved up to his brown bubble butt then to the pointy pyramids of
his shoulder blades protruding from his back. The kid's elbow
jerked rhythmically leaving no doubt as to was he was doing.
The doll maker mused on how easy it had been to convince Tyrell to
model for him. He had come in contact with the little sex fiend via
an online acquaintance - the boy's boxing coach. The anonymous
correspondent told him of a black child always clowning around naked
in the showers. The man had been adamant on the fact he had managed
to lure Tyrell in his bed with almost no coercion from his part.
When Robson read the e-mail, he recognized a perfect candidate.
His catalogue of dolls called for a variety of products. He knew
the black kid would be a spectacular addition. And Tyrell had
accepted readily, utterly unconcerned by the use of his image.
Robson watched the boy ride the doll a few more minutes and denuded
from the waist down without making a noise. His hard-on wagged left
and right as he sought to find his balance on the waterbed.
"Are you horny today?" He asked the boy.
"Yeah." Tyrell grinned, grabbing the man's pole with his free
hand. He licked up the underside and swirled his tongue on the
shapely mushroom head. His lips descended upon the cock, stretching
grotesquely around the large diameter. Then, he started slamming
his head down to suck the meaty sausage.
Robson surveyed the hungry mouth with admiration. He moaned,
surrendering to the moist stimulation. The kid's coordination was
impressive. He continued to bounce on the doll's dick, at the same
time masturbating and blowing his fat cock.
Ever since he'd met Tyrell, Robson had had sex with him a countless
number of times. He was one of the rare little boys who didn't duck
at the sight of his eight-inch pole. Stuffed inside his little mouth,
it was magnified tenfold.
Tyrell sucked faster, twitching from his impending climax. Mr. Robson
yanked his dick out and tackled him on the bed before he got off.
The man spooned behind him, his hand caressing along the flank. He
wanted so much to give the black child all the affection in the world.
He could have kissed him all over and suckle his toes one by one,
wishing the boy would realize, even for just a fleeting instant,
the unconditional love he deserved. But Tyrell was more of an
'action' boy.
So Robson slipped his dick head between the kid's buns, nestling it
in the warm greasy funnel of his asshole. With two fingers, he
brushed the boy's brown boner delicately.
"I have a favour to ask you." He said. "There's this blond kid
in your class, kind of shy and clean-cut, named Jacob."
"Yeah, I know him. He been in my room." Tyrell interjected.
"Oh!" The man exclaimed, elated by the turn of events. "Well, I
want to persuade him to model for me. I was thinking you could chat
with him. Maybe, explain how it goes."
"I dunno." The black boy whined, impatient to finish the
conversation and get back to taking care of his dick. "I guess I can
talk to him."
"Great." The man perked up. His fingers tugged on the boy's stiff
penis faster. "Now, how about you get a real cock inside you instead
of a cold silicone pin? It's been a while. I'll give you ten bucks
for it." He proposed.
"Fifty dolla. Take it or leave it." Tyrell snapped back.
"You're a ruthless negotiator!" Robson remarked, bending the
boy's leg against his chest. The round little butt opened up like a
clam. Hard tool in hand, he probed for the rectal opening, poking
inside occasionally. The loosened sphincter still defended itself.
This was going to be good.
He persisted, pressing on the brown ring. The folds of the anus
smoothed out around his dick head.
"Urnnnghh!" Tyrell lamented as the thick mass eased into him.
Robson cooed, eyeing the penetration closely. The vision of his white
pole sandwiched between the black buttocks always made his heart
race. He took a breather, comfortably embedded inside the child.
"Do you know how many Tyrell dolls I have sold already?" He asked
softly.
"I dunno. Ten."
"Don't be so modest. You're the first black boy doll on the market.
That makes you unique." He stated. "I have shipped one hundred all
over the planet. Do you know what this means?"
"Nuh."
"It means a hundred men are sticking their dicks up your butt
every night!"
Tyrell snorted. The hard penis slipped further inside him and he
winced.
"Do it now."
Robson leaned in, holding the kid's leg up in the air. He buried half
his prick in the strangling hole and began pumping gently. Tyrell
grasped the bed sheets to maintain his body poised to receive the
sliding pole. Soon, the man was on cruise control, pulling out and
thrusting into his butt, gradually faster and harder.
"Awwww yisss, it's gettin' nice." Tyrell grumbled.
Robson never questioned the boy's enjoyment of anal sex. He had seen
him climax during intercourse so many times in the past. Nonetheless,
he decided to verify if his jubilance was sincere. While he fucked
away, his hand drifted to the kid's throbbing boydick. A couple of
tugs and it quaked. A viscous glob of sauce smeared his fingertips,
the kid's first of many spills.
"Cum already?" He said.
"Go awn!" Tyrell implored.
Robson rotated on his back and brought the black boy on top of him.
He hugged the dainty rib cage and lifted his hips off the waterbed
to send his cock up the tight little ass. Tyrell let out a plaintive
cry, shaken by the repetitive stabs. A grimace of pain and pleasure
formed on his face. Toes curled up and legs trembling, his body
swayed above the man's chiselled chest. He pushed his butt down
whenever the cock surged up, taking another inch of it inside him and
another one, masturbating frantically the whole time.
"Do you think it can all go in again?" The man asked.
"Yeaahhh." Tyrell said, bouncing on the remaining inches of the
spike.
"Awwwwww!" He cried out seconds later, finally impaled to the hilt
on the prong
It stunned the man every time he witnessed how much the kid craved a
huge pipe up his butt. Tyrell turned his head and gave him a torrid
look of triumph.
Robson put his hands under the boy's knee joints and held him steady
against his pectorals. He nibbled the boy's earlobe and shoved his
cock up his asshole roughly until his groin met with his bum from
under. Tyrell jerked in the grasp and wailed. After a bumpy ride on
the man's cock, he came a second time. Droplets of boy juice rained
on his belly button.
Seeing the child in delight enchanted Robson. He loved to hear the
panic in the kid's breathing. He loved to see his little body
contorted by spasms and at the precise second when the pleasure
soared, the luminous smile on his face, beautiful and disarming.
Swiftly, Robson pulled out and rolled his young partner into a ball,
pinning his ankles down with both hands. This way he would be able
to see the facial expressions of pure bliss during the next orgasm.
Plus, the boy looked mighty hot like this. His butt split open, the
slimy dark anus winking at him. Robson plunged deeply into the
child's quivering hole. Tyrell took the entire length without a
whimper.
"Do it the hawrdest, now! I'm cool with dat!" He announced,
supporting the adult's weight only with his ass.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah!"
"Okay, here we go." Robson said. He let gravity do all the work,
springing up and down on the upturned little butt. He sodomized the
willing kid with more gusto as each second passed. The waterbed
sloshed louder and louder. Waves rippled under their merged bodies.
"Oh fuck yeah! FUCK YEAH!" He raved, ramming his cock balldeep into
the dilated brown hole.
Tyrell relished the frenzied coupling, teeth clenched. His boxing
coach had fucked him very hard for years, but Mr. Robson was truly a
stud. His huge cock punched inside him at the speed of light and his
big balls slapped his ass as if he was getting spanked. He tossed his
head left and right, trying to defer the upcoming cum. But he could
not impede the galloping rush to his climax.
"Uhhhhh Yisss! Yisss!" He hollered.
Robson watched the boy shut his eyes and bite his lower lip, savouring
the jolts of ecstasy. He slowed down to examine the sweaty face,
captivated by the lovely wrinkles of joy.
His cock was becoming sore. They'd been at it for at least a half-
hour. But he wanted to tilt the black boy like a pinball machine one
more time. Leaving the warmth of his guts, he gestured to him.
"Bend over here."
Tyrell obediently stood up. He wiped the sweat off his brow, turned
his back and placed one foot on the edge of the waterbed.
"You want this?" He said, leaning slightly and wiggling his bottom.
Robson caressed the lovely bum tenderly and peeked at the gaping hole.
The rim was all reddish and inflamed. Damn, the kid was nuts letting
himself be used like this!
But this wasn't the time for philosophical dissertations. He crammed
his cock into his rectum and just went berserk nailing him from the
get go. Both hands on the boy's frail shoulders, he pulled him to his
crotch, driving his big white fuckstick up his sweet lil' black ass
with unrelenting ardour.
"Uhhhhh FAWK ME! Unnnnghhh FAWK ME HARD!" Tyrell roared.
"Like THAT! You love that BIG COCK, uh!"
"Yisss!"
Robson didn't restrain himself one second. He pounded the small butt
like a beast in heat for ten minutes straight. His pelvis hammered
the firm buns. Moans soared from his throat as the frenzied cadence
drained his energy. But he didn't want to give the kid a minute of
respite and continued fucking him as hard as he could with powerful
lunges. Amidst the loud noises of their bodies colliding, Tyrell
yipped from his cum.
In a feverish state, the man pulled his dick out of the squeezing
anus. His knees sagged.
"Orrhhhh! ORRRHH!" He groaned. Shots after shots of boiling sauce
exploded from his straining erection onto the kid's back until the
ebony slope was streaked with ivory lines of his copious ejaculation.
Part 3.
In the work studio, Mr. Robson slouched over his work in his
dirty smock, resuming a paint job. Meanwhile, Jacob ran in circles
around the many full body plaster casts. The ten-year-old boy felt
at ease there. The other rooms of the house were decorated in a Zen-
like style. The sleek furniture looked expensive. He didn't want to
scratch it by accident.
Beyond the moulding area, the shelves were loaded with rolls of
fabric and creepy doll parts: eyes, hair and teeth. This is where
Jacob discovered a cardboard box filled with dildos.
"What are these for?" He burst out laughing.
Robson glimpsed at his young friend clutching a limp jelly prick.
"Sex toys. I make those too." He chose to be honest. "Some people
like to stick them up their butts."
"Oh." Jacob said, weighing the different sized cocks, speculating
on how painful it would be to have it back there.
"Why do they do that?"
"For stimulation." The man responded. "Sex rules the world. Well,
money too. If you can't have either than you end up with religion."
He pursued, fishing out a miniature Snickers from his coat pocket.
"But for a kid your age, it's all about fun and candy, right?"
The blond boy nodded, snatching the chocolate bar. He unwrapped it
and spoke with his mouth full.
"What's the sex machine?"
"Tyrell told you about that, uh?"
"Yes."
"Mmm. Well, it's an interpreter of the fantasies currently hidden
in your unconscious. It's not for kids."
"Tyrell's been in it." Jacob contested the argument, dumbfounding
the man for an instant.
"Tell you what. I'll let you try the sex machine if you agree to
model for me..." Mr. Robson countered.
The boy bowed his head, lost in his thoughts.
"Will my mom ever find out I became a doll?"
"Nope." Robson said. "Unless she surfs the net for sex toys..."
Jacob thought about it, assessing his level of comfort. "Okay then.
I'll do it!" He exalted.
"That's the spirit." Mr. Robson smiled. "They are many lonely men
out there who are troubled by social interactions. You will make them
happy. I'm sure they will enjoy your company very much. Now, let's go
see that machine."
He clutched the kid's shoulders and steered him to the back of the
house.
"Over here, in the garage. This is it. The big box." He said.
The sex machine was similar to a photo booth. Instead of a curtain
to protect privacy, there was a door. Robson opened it and doled out
the instructions.
"First off, you get naked. Then you sit on the bench and stick the
disc of the electrode over your heart. Got that so far?"
"Yes. I'm not dumb." Jacob scowled.
"Right. Then you tuck your penis in the latex tube here. After
that, you're ready to push the button and watch the screen. Have fun!"
The blond boy grinned and shut himself excitedly in the machine. He
executed the directives in the order they had been recited. Sitting
alone and nude in the darkness, he smiled wickedly, anticipating a
deluge of blissful tingles. His little dick was already stiff in the
squishy tubular contraption. It contained some sort of warm liquid
that felt good.
Every time he did naughty forbidden things, his nose itched. So, he
scratched it before turning on the machine.
A series of pictures popped up on the monitor: a redhead girl with
tons of freckles, a bull with a nose ring, a diapered baby, a wrestler,
a cougar, a Latino woman with large breasts etc.
Jacob sighed, disappointed by the slide show. But he persisted in
watching the random images, hoping for something smutty to titillate
him. The computer scanned the movement of his pupils, analyzing where
they lingered on the pictures. It recorded his temperature and the
pace of his heartbeat. As well, every slight flutter of his penis.
Five minutes passed and a movie started playing. Jacob wriggled on
the bench and gazed at the screen. The lone character of the animated
flick was a 3-D rendition of a naked blond boy with an erection.
Although the farm background and boy came close to what you saw in
conventional films, Jacob knew it was computer drawings.
The boy on the screen was masturbating. He had one arm behind him.
The camera dove around his waist and showed how he violated his
asshole with a large dildo. Slowly, the point of view zoomed closer.
The boy's anus gleamed, stretched around the sex toy. The textures
were beautifully depicted.
Between Jacob's legs, the latex tube shrunk and milked his boner.
He freaked out a second then succumbed to the pleasure. The boy on
the screen suddenly crawled under a donkey sporting a foot long dong
hanging down between its hind legs. The boy put the animal's penis
in his mouth and sucked it.
Jacob moaned. The machine was in tune with his growing lust. The tube
milked his dick faster like it was his own hand. A small plastic
finger sprung out from the seat and entered his poop hole. He focused
on the movie, watching the blond boy suck the donkey at the same time
fucking himself with the dildo.
The rising pleasure overwhelmed Jacob. The machine crunched the
numbers of his body stats and intensified the double stimulation.
He slumped back on the bench, his legs stiff and his feet pointing.
His moans echoed in the box. The finger drilled into his tender anus
faster. The tube siphoned his genitals as if a million little mouths
were on it.
All the fuzzy hairs on the nape of his neck stood on end.
He experienced the quickest and most powerful orgasm of his young
life. Electric undulations raced inside his boner and he yelped. The
machine continued to stimulate him, gently bringing him down from
the apex of his pleasure.
Jacob dressed nonchalantly still basking in the afterglow of his cum.
He came out of the machine, his head spinning.
"That was really weird, but lotsa fun!" He commented.
Robson escorted the dazed preteen to the front door.
"Come back tomorrow after school, we'll start working on your doll!"
"Okay."
Robson rushed back to the machine, curious to view the latest entry.
The poser movie of the 3-D boy and donkey confounded him. Either the
paperboy had a twisted imagination or the software required some
adjustments...
* * *
The doll maker decided to get the difficult part out of the way.
He applied the plaster to Jacob's head, encasing it in the mushy
substance. His subjects were usually antsy because they could only
breathe through straws sticking out of their nostrils.
Jacob remained calm, obediently waiting for the plaster to harden.
Over the weeks, an intimate bond with the man had been established.
They often roughhoused or chased each other with water pistols.
The ten-year-old didn't squirm away from the adult's hugs and amorous
caresses. He felt totally secure with the stranger now.
He took off his socks and shorts to do the cast of his lower limbs.
He removed his t-shirt for the torso part. When the time came to do
the midsection, Mr. Robson said, "I'll take off my clothes off too
so you won't feel embarrassed."
Once nude, the man coated his bare bum and crotch with the stuff.
"Don't get a stiffy or you'll ruin it!" He warned.
Robson praised his young model for his patience. After the moulding
was completed, he cut a lock of blond hair on the child's head and
snapped extreme close-ups of his skinny body from head to toe.
The feet, hands and face required several shots from different angles
to capture all the fine details. He made the boy bend over to
photograph his tiny butt hole. Jacob's buttocks were round with a
natural gap at the bottom. 'Damn. He's gonna be a great fuck doll.'
Robson thought silently.
Jacob smirked from all the attention. No one had ever wanted to get
that close to him. Throughout the twisting and turning, he peeked at
the man's drooping long appendage hanging from a trimmed bush of hair.
Mr. Robson was definitely bigger than his dad.
The artist guided his model to an armchair. He made the boy sit and
put each foot on the arms so that his crotch was accessible to the
camera.
"Play with your dick, I need pictures of it hard." He said.
Jacob gave him a naughty grin, happy to contribute. It was the one
thing he knew how to do very well. His fingers tugged on the limp
tidbit of flesh, rapidly beating life into it.
Robson loved the way boys got erections so easily. Their dicks were
short; the blood gorged the cavernous chambers in a flash. Soon, he
was taking snapshots of the bloated cocktail weenie.
He measured the sturdy erection, three inches up and about the same
around. All the necessary components to make the doll were collected.
He knelt in front of the armchair and engulfed the kid's smooth
nutsac, swirling the small testicles in his mouth, hoping the kid
was in the mood for some fun.
"Suck my pee-nis, too!" Jacob giggled.
Robson pulled on his leaking prick and ran his tongue on the kid's
rigid pecker. He licked the piss slit and under the head where the
delicate foreskin had retracted into a tight red band. Jacob gasped
for air, drowning in the pleasure. More so, when the man's mouth
started sucking until his lips kissed the bald skin at the base.
"Uhhh suck it! Suck it!" Jacob shouted.
The man continued a while then he pulled the boy's bum closer.
Still jerking his rampant erection, he tickled the kid's pink anus
with the tip of his tongue. The puckered hole opened slightly.
He kissed the hairless valley and lapped up all around, avoiding the
rosebud. Jacob squirmed in the armchair, primed up for a good ass
licking.
Robson darted his tongue at the small orifice, watching it quiver
from the teasing. He parted the boy's little buttocks and dove down,
attacking the virginal anus with ravenous swipes of his tongue.
The receptive hole allowed him entry. He plunged his big wet tongue
inside and wiggled it.
Jacob writhed from the delightful intrusion. For the next while,
Mr. Robson licked his poop hole, fingered it and sucked his pecker.
He was glad he had conquered his shyness!
The man rubbed the spongy head of his penis on his poop hole.
It was all slimy and hot. Then he said, "Relax now. I'm going to
stick my dick in your butt a little. You'll like this."
Jacob nodded, feeling the pressure increase between his ass cheeks.
It was like taking a dump in reverse. At the instant the pain was
too sharp, he flailed his legs and the man pulled back only to
return with more determination. Jacob wanted it to happen.
He thought it was so dirty and naughty to have Mr. Robson's big
pisser in his butt hole! But the darn thing deviated from its goal
constantly. His anus twitched from the constant offensives.
"It won't go in. I'm too small." He resigned himself.
"Don't worry. Tyrell takes it in the can all the time." Mr. Robson
declared.
With that, the blond boy felt the bulbous head pop inside him. He
scrunched his face and winced as the massive cock invaded his rectum.
Robson had deflowered a few boys in his life, but Jacob was the
tightest cherry. He tugged on the kid's stiffy and began fucking him
gently. The boy looked up at him with a strange expression on his mug,
a mix of shock and lust. Robson smiled to show him everything would
be okay.
It was out of the question to go rabid on him. The nice kid merited
some consideration. He put both of the boy's ankles on his shoulders
and continued to fuck him with measured strokes, watching him
assimilate all the sensations of his first fuck.
Jacob gawked at the pole moving between the mounds of his butt.
He almost couldn't believe that the immense manhood had fit inside
his teeny hole.
"It's so big inside." He muttered, his chest heaving.
"Yep. That's a mighty big one for your first time." Robson said.
"Just wait 'til you cum, you're going to like it."
He turned Jacob sideways and pulled on the boy's stiff little pecker
with his fingers. His hips thrust slightly faster as he endeavoured
to provide a big dose of pleasure. The kid's body jerked up and a
squeak escaped his mouth every time he plunged too deep.
"Close your eyes. Concentrate on your dick and your butt." Robson
instructed, fucking the kid with the same leisurely tempo.
He tried to hold back but Jacob wouldn't cum. So he skipped to the
second gear, driving his cock harder into the little butt and tugging
mercilessly on the little boner. The boy's body started shaking like
a love doll.
"Are you there yet?" Robson demanded.
"Yesss, yess!" Jacob howled.
His limbs stiffened suddenly. The pressure against his immature
prostate multiplied the pleasure. Tears of joy welled up in his eyes
as the intense orgasm contracted his little balls.
"Uhhhhgnnnnh!" He cried out.
Once the boy's anus unclenched around Robson's cock, he pulled out
carefully. Only a few flicks of the wrist were necessary and three
blasts of semen exploded out of his glans, hitting Jacob in the face.
The boy veered his head. The remaining spurts of thick sauce landed
on his cheek and oozed down.
Robson grinned seeing the kid's face covered with sperm. It was one
of the many reasons why doll making was the most rewarding business
in the world.
Part 4.
The doll maker staggered to the couch and sprawled on the leather
cushions. He took a swig of Scotch from the bottle and sighed. Nine
days had passed since the paperboy last stopped by to clear his debt.
In a drunken haze, the man imagined the worst. Perhaps he had not
assessed the kid's maturity adequately? Were his instincts letting
him down?
He knew very well that fucking children equated playing the Russian
roulette. If you put the barrel of the gun in your mouth too many
times, the probability of catching a bullet increased dramatically.
The matter required immediate action. However, fleeing to Tokyo
didn't appeal to Robson anymore, even though he had not seen his
mentor in over a decade. Surely, the old fellow would be pleased to
welcome him.
Master Takizawa had taught him everything he should know concerning
the subtle art of human dolls. Furthermore, the wise tutor had
introduced him to underground places where Shotacon fantasies came
to life. It had been a great honour to be taken under his wing.
For his first project, Robson had laboured on a reproduction of the
Asian man's four-year-old son, Hiroshi. The toddler wriggled so much
that they needed to sedate him in order to complete the full body cast.
For months, the apprentice remade the small doll, again and again,
honing his craft. He cussed during the plugging of every tiny
eyelash. The non-toxic glue didn't set hard enough to affix the
synthetic toenails. He couldn't overlook this flaw. A customer might
choke on them when he suckled the little piggies. The whole process
required mountains of patience.
Eventually, the Hiroshi doll was perfect. Master Takizawa patted him
on the back. They celebrated at an izakaya, drinking sake and
stuffing their faces with the exquisite dishes. Afterwards, they
took a cab to Club Kabegami. The peculiar joint was very popular.
On the walls, naked Japanese boys were suspended from metal hooks
like paintings. Their wrists and ankles were bound with florescent
rope.
The patrons enjoyed a cocktail, conversed, and ambled in the private
Club. They stopped in front of a boy and sucked him off. Moans and
cries of joy of the children cumming repeatedly served as the
background music for the evening.
Robson shuddered awake from his snooze. He drank another shot of
Scotch and stood up. His decision was taken. He would not run away
from the cozy nest he'd built. And there were pressing things to
deal with. His customers had been e-mailing requests for a punk boy
doll. He couldn't just improvise one up.
The thrill of hunting for an authentic juvenile delinquent gave him
a purpose. At once, he forgot his anguish.
* * *
The crowd spewed out of the pubs. That night, a refreshing drizzle
turned the street into a mirror, reflecting the blinking lights of
the clubs.
This was the playground of all vices. The seedy part of the city with
its gay hangouts named 'Kox', 'Maleroom', 'Angus', the cheap hotels
and XXX video stores. Up the boulevard, grey-haired fellows exited
the 'Cheekuns' where minutes before, sixteen-year-old boys with fake
ID cards shook their bony asses and twirled around a pole like hussies.
On the sidewalk, men passing by threw lustful stares in Robson's
direction, as if he was a piece of meat. At thirty, he had completely
shed the youthful aura of a teenager but he reckoned he was still a
good catch. The shameless flirting flattered him.
At this time of the night, nobody wanted to go home alone. Tired
drag queens held on to shirtless beefcakes under the scrutiny of
dumb twinks. Teenaged cocksuckers lurked in the darkened entryways of
closed shops, waiting for a generous businessman. Rejected creatures
of the night wandered aimlessly.
Robson observed the strange urban ballet for a while then opted to
prowl in the alley behind the bars.
A group of bums were sitting next to a blue dumpster. The earthy
aroma of burning weed wafted up his nostrils. In the pack of
teenagers, the youngest one had definite potential.
He scattered a round of cigarettes to wake up the bad boys from
their lethargy. They looked up menacingly; acting like they were
some kind of tough gang when in reality they were nothing but vulgar
vagrants, at best self-proclaimed anarchists. A sad bunch of squeegee
rebels without a cause, cleaning windshields on street corners for
a couple of quarters.
The leader of the pack looked to be around twenty, surely a veteran
in the flashy neighbourhood. The blue bandana on his forehead did
not conceal his bloodshot eyes and Robson could see into his pupils,
into the emptiness of his soul, drained over the years by the harsh
lifestyle he'd chosen.
"Hey, if you got some good ex, I can be your little girl." The
young man proposed.
"You're too old for puppy love." Robson replied.
The junkie smirked, threw his head to the side in a blatant effort
to show he didn't give a shit.
"Who's your friend?" The man queried, thrusting his chin at the
young lad whose glabrous jaw poked out of his hood.
"This here is Johnny." The leader sang, wrapping his arm around
the shoulders of the youngster. "He's our new buddy. He came in on
the big bus last week."
"Is that so?" Robson exclaimed, surprised that the kid had eluded
the claws of the scumbags preying on naive runaways at the bus
terminal.
"Yup."
The man crouched over the pot-smoking boy and examined his face.
It was untouched by the ravages of puberty. On his shaven head,
only a tuft of hair dyed green drooped down the front of his scalp.
He wore Doc Martens boots, torn blue jeans and a Rancid t-shirt,
the guise of a perfect little punk. The boy stared stupidly at him,
feigning contempt with eyes veiled by a blurry glaze
"Rat got your tongue?" Robson asked bluntly.
They had taught him well already. The defiant boy grunted, flashing
that cocky look that all those punks use to shake you away.
"Fuck off, man. He won't do it." Another teen butted in.
"So, you're his mommy now?" Robson growled at him.
"He's only thirteen!"
"Well, I'm pretty sure Johnny knows you have to put stuff in your
mouth if you wanna survive." He chimed with a mellow tone.
"I'm gonna chill here." The kid finally spoke.
He had such a pretty voice, broken yet lyrical, with raspy undertones.
They considered each other. Robson produced his warmest smile.
The kid sought comfort in the depth of the adult's eyes, assurance
that he would not be harmed. Then he saw it, the glint of all glints,
embodying centuries of men's primal lust for boys like him. He bowed
his head and glanced coyly at his boots.
"It's your call. There's nothing wrong with sleeping in the rain."
Robson said, slowly departing from the scene, dejected by his failure
to reel him in.
At the end of the alley, footsteps resonated behind him. The boy
stamped out the distance between them. He followed the man all the
way to his hotel room. Robson ushered the little punk inside and
crumbled on the bed. The pretty boy fidgeted on the same spot,
deliberating on what he was supposed to do.
"Go take a shower, Johnny. You stink of trash." Robson mumbled,
switching the TV on with the remote. His guards were up as he
entertained the possibility that the street punk might brandish a
knife to mug him.
Thankfully, his prize breezed to the bathroom. He ordered a pizza
in the meantime. The shower ran and Johnny waltzed out, wearing
only a towel around his loins. Carelessness accompanied his movements.
He sat on the edge of the mattress. Without his provocative clothes,
he looked younger and vulnerable.
For a kid of thirteen, there weren't many muscles on his frame.
But it was easy to see how in a few years, he would be every
ebophile's ideal partner. A lean masculine specimen with a hard body
perfectly poised at the frontier, retaining its childhood frailty
but ever so slanting towards manliness.
There was a knock on the door of the hotel room. Robson fetched his
wallet and fished out a crisp twenty-dollar bill for the pizza.
"You can keep the change if you drop that towel to answer the
door." He challenged his guest.
Johnny frowned at first, then snickered, amused by the ridiculous
dare.
"You think I won't do it?"
"I know you won't."
The boy crushed the twenty in his fist and hurried to the door,
letting the towel fall behind his calves. Meanwhile, Robson curled up
with the latest Dennis Cooper novel and pretended to read, leering
from the corner of his eye at the lovely firm globes arise and
descend with every step.
The expression on the delivery guy's face was priceless. He peeked at
the kid's package and diverted his stare, probably thinking this was
'Candid Camera'. It never ceased to amaze Robson how even something
insignificant as a minor's nudity had become a taboo. Moreover,
how men had willingly handed their balls over to the feminist moral
dictatorship.
The bewildered chap backed off when Johnny extended his hand to pay,
afraid he might be arrested if he got too close. Gathering his courage,
the man took the money and handed over the change.
Johnny returned with the box. His uncut sausage swung left and right
vivaciously. A goofy grin blossomed on his lips. Robson watched the
nude punk boy stretch on his tummy next to him. The kid wolfed down
two slices in a minute. The savagery of his hunger was enticing.
"Funny... How that guy reacted." He mumbled, chewing a mouthful
of dough.
"Not really." Robson differed. "I was thinking more along the line
of...pathetic."
Johnny shrugged, pursued the onslaught, oblivious to the discourse.
Robson took the opportunity to inspect his anatomy. The white mounds
of his ass were small. He couldn't conceive how he managed to hold up
a pair of jeans with those puny buns. His feet had definitely grown
too fast; they projected like diving fins at the end of his slender
legs.
Unlike the other street wanderers, Johnny didn't keep his distance.
Robson could not discern a trace of distrust. The kid had not built
that invisible wall to protect himself from strangers.
"How come you're here in the big bad city? Trouble at home?" Robson
asked.
"My dad kicked me out when he caught me getting fucked by a dude."
He responded.
"Sorry to hear that." The man said sincerely.
"That's ok." The boy smiled awkwardly and dropped the piece of
crust in the box. "So, are we gonna do it?"
"You bet! You're hot as hell!"
In a snap, Robson stripped down to his boxers and lounged on the bed,
this time on his back.
"Come sit on me." He called the young punk.
The nude boy straddled his chest. He had a nice set of balls and the
cock to go along with it. A scarce patch of wispy brown hairs adorned
his pubic mound.
"How old were you when you got your first blowjob?" Robson inquired.
"Seven."
"From a boy or a girl?"
"A girl. She was our babysitter!" Johnny chuckled. "She sucked my
kid brother's dick and mine every week before tucking us under the
covers."
"More than once! What a slut! You should have told on that child
molester." The man remarked, gliding between the hairless legs,
putting his mouth underneath the plump scrotum.
"Did it make you feel naughty and dirty when she did that?" He asked,
licking the balls.
"Yeah."
"I'm gonna make you feel dirtier." Robson vowed, nibbling on the
sac. Johnny's penis hardened rapidly. A slight shift afforded the man
a glimpse at his anus. He had not lied about losing his virginity
from the looks of it. He spread the buns and surged at the hairless
backdoor. The tip of his tongue swirled on the pucker and invaded the
narrow passage. Johnny impaled himself on the wet muscle, wriggling
his behind and jacking off like a horny toad.
"Don't touch your dick!" Robson disapproved.
With regrets, the boy forsook his joystick. He moaned as furtive jabs
of the tongue hit the bull's-eye. Every time he reached for his hard
prick, the man denied him that option. Sliding out from underneath him,
Robson turned around and ran his tongue on the underside of the boy's
penis, up to the head. The sole eye of the organ cried a rivulet of
tears. His tongue ventured on the membrane. He pulled on the foreskin
to garner all of the clear nectar.
For long minutes, Robson slurped on the boycock ever so gently.
Despite all the precautions he took, Johnny panted, already on the
verge of blowing his wad. He did not want that. A wheezy hissing
coming out of his nose warned him that he should stop pleasuring him
at once.
"Uhhh, c'mon, I need to cum! Do it faster please." The febrile boy
complained.
"You have to do it to me too." Robson requested, in the hopes of
cooling him off. Johnny jumped to the edge of the mattress,
positioning himself before the adult's crotch. He tugged on the silk
boxers. Robson's straining pole sprung out, throbbing, begging for
the moist embrace of the kid's mouth.
"Oh shit, you got a big cock!" Johnny cheered, apparently having
never seen an eight-inch whopper.
Robson tilted the kid's head back, arched the throat, and rubbed his
hairy nuts on his pretty face.
"Chew my balls." He said, stuffing the first one in. The rosy
cheeks expanded from the size of the testicle. He wedged the other
one in the warm cavity, pinching it barely through the oval of the
lips.
"Ohhh yeah, suck my balls good." He groaned.
The boy looked like a squirrel, munching on the obese wrinkled bag.
Catching Robson off guard, the horny rascal went for his pecker and
gave it a few wanks.
"No way!" The man roared. "You can't play with yourself when
you're playing with me." He ordered, popping his balls out of the
kid's mouth.
"C'mmmmmon!" Johnny whined.
"Don't fret, you'll cum very hard soon." He promised, cradling
the nape of the kid's neck and feeding him his tool. The lips clamped
down on his penis, slid back and forth right away.
"That's it! Suck that big cock!" Robson chanted, watching him
take it in earnest. Not bad for a kid picked up at random.
For a while, he just stood there, surveying the tuft of green hair
bounce up and down over his swollen cock. Arms akimbo, muscles
tensed. The boy's mouth seemed like it was going to suck the sauce
right out of the furnace of his balls before he even came.
A dazzling cocksucker he was, always pulling on his prick, flicking
his tongue on the head. Robson couldn't take more than five minutes
of that magnificent service before he was ready to unload. He pushed
the boy's head away.
"You're ready to cum now?"
"Yeah! Pleeze!" Johnny beamed.
The man grabbed the cooperative kid by his ankles and rolled him on
his back. Johnny reached up with his humid lips, trying to kiss the
tip of his penis, starving for the relief he had been refused. Robson
sat on his feet above his head to secure his balance, stroking the
back of his thighs, going up to his firm buttocks. The boy presented
a great tableau; bent in two, his hairless asshole lewdly exposed and
his beautiful five-inch prick pointing down at his face.
"I can't reach!" Johnny protested.
"Suck on this." Robson said, shoving his middle finger in the kid's
mouth. "Get it real wet."
The young boy suckled the finger and followed the moist digit with his
eyes as it left his lips and zoomed over to his anus.
"Ohhhhh fuck!" He cried out, eyeing it circle his hole.
With his free hand, Robson milked the kid's hard dick, rubbing his
thumb in the sensitive indentation underneath the glans. The tight
asshole relaxed to the pressure of his finger. He tugged on the kid's
erection faster, sinking the longest of his digits into him. Johnny
moaned while the probe sought his prostate gland.
"Open your mouth." Robson instructed him.
The lad complied. His mouth cracked open below his erection. The big
finger gradually plunged and emerged faster into his anus.
"Uhhhh! Uhhhh! UHHHHH!" Johnny moaned, overwhelmed by the euphoria
of both stimulations, reaching the point when males just became slaves
to their own pleasure, when they relinquished all sense of dignity and
were prepared to do anything to get off.
"Cum in your mouth! I want to see it. Shoot your load and eat it!"
Robson exulted.
"Stick another finger in my asshole!"
"Yessir!" The man acquiesced, worming his index along with its
buddy square into the orifice. The tenacious sphincter battled the
intrusion, but he lodged both fingers down to the first knuckle.
"OHHH! OHHHH! I'm gonna cum!" Johnny panicked.
Robson scooted over to the kid's upturned butt. He grabbed his
erection and bent the shaft at a ninety-degree angle. There wasn't
a second to spare. He flexed his knees and buried his cock in the
kid's asshole, using it like a jackhammer to fuck him. With
passionate thrusts, he drove his cock hard and steady deep into the
boy's guts. Sadly, Johnny overheated and trashed on the mattress from
his orgasm.
Robson aimed the boy's shooting prick at his mouth, guiding each milky
jet on his outstretched tongue. Johnny raised his neck like he was
drinking from a fountain, collecting all five squirts of jizz. He
smiled slyly at the man as he consumed his own spunk.
Robson's cock swelled from the spectacle. A shot of bliss numbed him.
'Arrgh, the little slut!'
He went over the edge and pulled out quickly to shove his cock in the
kid's mouth. The abundant sauce flooded the oral cavity and overflowed
from the corners of the boy's lips. Johnny gulped down the mouthful,
swallowing all the rich seed.
Part 5.
The paperboy rebounded to his favourite customer's house after a
couple of weeks. He'd been swamped with homework and had gone to the
lake during the weekend. All the time, he had hungered to see his doll.
Finally, that day had come.
Mr. Robson was very happy to see him. He smiled a lot.
They entered the work studio and Jacob rushed to his duplicate.
He inspected the figure, impressed by the realism yet troubled by
the confrontation with his image. This is what he looked like?
He hadn't even noticed the beauty mark on his ear lobe before!
The craftsman chuckled when the blond boy pulled on the waistband of
the doll's shorts to verify the quality of the imitation down there.
They all did that.
"I made another one over here." He revealed. "This boy is called
Johnny."
Jacob scanned the young punk. There was something raw and masculine
about the new model. He perceived a certain attraction to the bad boy.
At the same time, he was jealous. In the past, he had spotted three or
four boys coming out of Mr. Robson's home. He couldn't help but feel
left out, as if he was the dork in a circle of friends, and everyone
laughed at him behind his back.
Ever since the man had stuck his dick up his bottom, Jacob deemed he
deserved to be included. He wasn't shy anymore. The dreary days of
social anxiety were behind him.
"I like him." He said flatly.
"Do you want to meet Johnny or the others?" Robson asked,
detecting the boy's glum mood. "After all, you're part of the gang
now."
"I can?" The boy raised his voice.
"Yeah, sure. I told you all the dolls were based on actual kids.
There's a party in the basement every last Saturday of the month.
You can come if you want. Do you think you could handle it?"
"Yes I can." The ten-year-old boy affirmed, instinctively standing
very straight to appear taller.
"I dunno, you're still young and I have to warn you...once you
are part of the group, you can never get out..." Robson stated
seriously.
"What kind of party is it?" Jacob inquired.
"Tyrell didn't mention it?"
"No."
The man leaned over to the boy's ear and whispered, "It's a sex party."
* * *
Robson checked his wristwatch. The kid was late. Maybe, he had
changed his mind or his excuse to go out on a Saturday evening didn't
fly with his folks? Shortly after that thought, the doorbell rang.
He ushered Jacob inside the house. The blond boy had put on his
classiest attire, cargo pants and a shirt.
"You don't need to dress up for a sex party!" Robson chuckled.
"It's more like the opposite. The number one rule is you have to be
naked."
Jacob blushed, somewhat embarrassed by his attire.
In front of the door leading to the basement, clothes were strewn all
over the hardwood floor. The man started to undress and Jacob mimicked
him, making a pile of his miniature clothes next to the other
children's duds. The prospect of seeing Mr. Robson's other models
actually alive in the flesh thrilled him.
"Let's go." Robson said, opening the door. "Don't worry about a
thing. I'm sure everyone will like you."
Jacob exhaled and scratched his nose. Both naked, the man and boy
descended down the stairwell, taking a pause for their eyes to adjust
to the darkness. Some drum n' bass music played in the background
nearly silencing moans and outbursts of laughter. At the bottom of
the stairs, Jacob stepped on the plush carpet. The shaggy floor
covering caressed his bare feet lusciously.
His heart thumped inside his rib cage. The only notion he had of a
sex party came from the rumours heard at school. How the popular kids
gathered at someone's house and played 'spin the bottle' or paired up
in a closet and the girl had to give a blowjob to the boy.
Jacob surmised what he'd gotten into would extend beyond silly games.
He scanned the vast basement repeatedly getting accustomed to the
eerie ambiance. Psychedelic light bulbs hanging from the ceiling
flooded the maze of hallways with red hues. Two young teens - obviously
romantically involved - were making out on a couch. The boys kissed
lovingly, looking in each other's eyes, caressing their inner thighs.
Mr. Robson picked up glasses of purple juice off a serving cart.
He offered one to his sidekick.
"Drink up, this will get rid of whatever inhibitions you have
left." He declared.
Jacob gulped down the grape punch and let out a gigantic burp.
"Where are the others?" He asked.
"Here and there." The man replied, sipping on his drink. "There
are many rooms. You just have to go exploring in order to find what
you're looking for. Then you can watch or participate."
"Participate?"
"Yes, have sex." The man winked. "Suck or get sucked. Fuck or get
fucked. Whatever."
"Oh, okay." The blond boy smiled slyly.
"There's a toilet and shower right over here, if you need to pee
or clean up." Robson informed his guest, guiding him to the adjacent
passage.
Jacob peeked inside the modern bathroom. A toddler was sitting in
the tub. Two of his buddies were pissing on him, aiming their streams
of urine on his face and chest. The whole gang giggled madly.
"You're on your own now." Robson said. "Just walk around and have
fun! You can find Johnny somewhere."
Jacob nodded. He advanced on the fluffy carpet. A minute into his
trek, he turned around and the adult was already gone. Alone, he
continued trotting. His little pecker jutted up as if pointing in
the direction he was heading. He opened a bedroom door but it was
empty. A mattress lay on the floor. Bottles of lubricant and dildos
were discarded nearby.
Everywhere he went the nude human dolls of Mr. Robson were scattered
on the floor. It was difficult to tell if they were real boys because
of the dim lighting. He strolled in the hallways, giddy and excited.
The adventure reminded of a treasure hunt.
Soon, he found a room that was occupied. In the middle of it, a group
of boys around his age were engaged in an orgy. The heap of tangled
limbs moved on the carpet at a sluggish pace. There were five kids
in the bunch. Two were kissing. Another one nibbled on the nipples
of the other. One was going from one penis to the next, sucking it
briefly. And the last one lingered between the separated buttocks
of his partner, licking his pink asshole.
For a moment, Jacob admired the fornicating gang with twinkling eyes.
They were surely nice quiet boys like him. It stunned him to see how
they could turn into naughty little beasts given the chance.
He combated the urge to join them, choosing to seek an older boy to
play with, someone with a bigger dick.
In the hallway, the toddlers were now chasing each other, their tiny
limp weenies flailing. The moans were getting louder throughout the
basement. Sometimes, a cry of joy resounded.
Moments later, Jacob stumbled upon Tyrell in a brightly lit room.
The black boy was bent over a bed. A teenaged jock maintained both
hands on his brown buttocks, spreading them. The late teen munched
on a candy bar sticking out of Tyrell's asshole.
Jacob noticed a chubby kid standing in the corner. The voyeur with
freckles on his face tugged on his boner, obviously enjoying what
he was seeing. Jacob stepped next to the boy and fondled his own
stiffy, comforted by the presence of an acolyte.
The husky teenager finished eating the candy bar and rimmed Tyrell's
hole, lapping up all the melted chocolate. He reached for a bottle
of lube close by and coated his big cock, keeping his tongue up the
black boy's anus.
Tyrell rolled over on his back and grabbed himself under the knees.
He glanced at the audience in the corner and grinned to show he
didn't care that they spied on him.
"Fawk my butt hard." He said to the teen, hissing and bouncing
on the bed.
"I'm so horny, you're gonna get fuckin' nailed!" The teenager
announced.
He placed the head of his dick on Tyrell's rectal opening and eyed
the organ disappearing inside of it in one long slow thrust.
The eleven-year-old stiffened and winced. The older boy was already
inclined between his legs and pumping his white pole into his rectum
roughly.
The chubby kid left the corner and approached to get a better view,
jerking his pecker at a frantic speed next to the scene. Jacob
accompanied him, enthralled by the squishy noises of the copulation.
He gazed at the thick teenage cock plugging the black boy's ass.
The brown ring of the anus was stretched around the white piece of
flesh. Tyrell hooked his arms around the teenager's neck, holding on
to him, surrendering his ass to the piston.
"Uh fawk! Fawk me, yiss! FAWK ME!" He ranted.
Jacob had never witnessed anything so tribal and brutal this close.
The stench of sex and the thud of the bodies colliding were all too
real. The muscular teenager climbed over his small partner.
He balanced his hips faster and fucked the boy hardcore chanting,
"Oh shit yeah, oh shit! TAKE MY COCK! SHIT YEAH!"
Tyrell screamed. His face was a mess of grimaces. His twisted little
body sprung on the bed from the thunderous ass pounding.
Jacob's eyes bulged out of their sockets. The violence of the act
was too much for the ten-year-old boy. He felt out place in the room
and drifted away, leaving the chubby voyeur with the horny couple
still fucking like rabbits.
At the end of the hallway, he found Johnny the punk boy, but another
kid was already prostrate at his feet slurping on his hard-on.
Nonetheless, Jacob knelt in front of the skinhead and licked his big
balls. The other kid of about seven was hogging the cock, his fist
wrapped tightly around it while he bobbed his head to suck the
engorged flesh.
Johnny moaned seeing the two little boys nudging each other, fighting
over his dick.
"Let him suck it too!" He said.
Jacob jumped on the opportunity and crammed the thirteen-year-old
boy's erection in his mouth. For a while, he competed with the other
kid, sucking the punk boy with devotion.
Gasping for air, Johnny nearly lost his marbles getting serviced by
the wondrous little mouths. He gazed down at the top of two heads
alternating in front of his crotch, one blond and the other brown.
Both children were equally effective in siphoning his prick until he
whimpered for relief. Pearls of sweat gleamed on his forehead from
the formidable efforts required to repress the mounting pleasure.
If he stared too long at their angelic faces eating his cock, he
would certainly cum right away.
"Who wants it up the butt?" He demanded.
Jacob glanced sideways at the other kid. The youngster shook his head
and scurried away.
"You can do it to me." Jacob peeped.
Lazily, he stretched on the bare mattress, grinding his stiff pecker
on the surface. While the older boy's fingers poked in his ass crack to
lubricate his hole, he recalled the savagery of the teenager in the
other room. Anxiety gripped his soul.
"Ever been fucked up the butt?" Johnny asked, sensing the child's
nervousness.
"Uh-uh." Jacob whined.
"I used to do it a lot with my little brother and he loved it.
So I think you're gonna like it too."
The encouraging words heartened the blond boy. Johnny crawled on top
of him and slipped his dick between his cheeks. Jacob braced himself
for the penetration. He let out a muffled yelp when the glans pierced
his anus then he relaxed as the punk boy began fucking him cautiously.
His jaw on the mattress, Jacob relished the vibrant stick in his guts.
The big boy gradually rested his weight on him, crushing him into
submission. He opened in legs in a V, allowing the young teen to bounce
on his bubble butt. Drool dribbled on his chin. He shut his eyes,
focusing on the curious blend of pain and pleasure.
"Fuck, you got a tight hole!" Johnny commented.
He lifted the child's slim waist and pulled him onto his lap,
remembering how his little brother loved it when he got fucked and
jerked at the same time. Once the kid was in the proper position,
the punk boy groped for his small erection and tugged on it as he
banged his bottom with frenetic thrusts.
"Uhhh, yess, uhhhh!" Jacob moaned.
He tilted his head back, savouring the wild lovemaking of the street
bum. The rigid penis stabbed inside his rectum at an unwavering
predictable rhythm that hypnotized him into a blissful lull.
"Do you want it harder?" Johnny asked.
"Yessss." Jacob hissed, out of breath.
The punk boy grinned. He grasped a fistful of blond hair on the back
of the kid's head and pulled on it. Johnny had already learned that
fucking was boring if you didn't give it all you got. The noise of
his balls slapping started to resonate as he rammed his cock to the
root in Jacob's asshole. Despite the sudden brutality, the preteen
didn't crash down from the level of pleasure he had attained.
He just grunted every time Johnny's pelvis smacked his buttocks or
when he pulled too hard on his hair.
Robson strolled in the basement, peering at the children engaged in
various sexual acts. The party was a big hit once again. He stopped
in front of a couple of cuties trying out vibrators up their bottoms.
'Damn, if the parents knew what their sons were doing here, they would
surely have a heart attack!' He mused.
When the man reached the room where his latest models were rutting,
his erection was rampant. He knelt in front of Jacob and slapped his
hard-on on the kid's nose. The boy opened up and accepted the fat
cock in his mouth. Robson grabbed his small ears and fucked his face
while the punk boy nailed him up the ass.
"That's it baby, take those big cocks. That's a good boy." The man
said.
Jacob grumbled, fucked at both ends on his hands and knees. His body
had never been so alive and his pecker so stiff. The adult's praise
fuelled his lust. For once, he felt like he belonged, in a perverse
kind of way. He swooned feeling the throbbing flesh filling both his
holes.
"OHHHHHH FUCK!" Johnny roared. "I'm cumming!"
Trembling from the surge of his climax, he jammed his cock deeply
into the child's bum and emptied his balls. Each spurt of spunk
discharged into Jacob's rectum sent a jolt of electricity coursing
into the young teen's limbs. He regained his composure after a minute
and pulled his dick out of the kid's twitching hole.
Robson wrapped himself around the blond boy like an octopus and
cuddled him. He massaged his little butt and slithered two fingers
inside the dilated hole. Johnny had done a good job of stretching it.
The man's fingers dipped in the young punk's load and used it to lube
the orifice.
"I think you can take me now. How about you sit on my dick?" He
said softly, gripping the base of his cock to keep it straight up.
Without hesitation, Jacob squatted over the adult's hips and perched
himself on top of his phallus. He beamed, happy to please the man
who'd introduced him to the forbidden world of physical delights.
His eyes shining, he slowly impaled himself on the prong.
"Yes, sit on that big cock! That's it!" Robson raved, feeling
the tight embrace of the child's constricting anus on the shaft of
his penis.
"Uhhhhhhh Unnnggghhhh!" Jacob wailed, taking more hard meat inside
of him.
Three quarters of it lodged up his butt, he stopped.
"I can't take more!" He cried out, wiping a tear away.
"That's ok. Move on it now. Fuck yourself."
Robson put a pillow under his neck and watched the eager little boy
ride him. The kid lifted his ass up and lowered it in a steady motion,
both hands on his knees, keeping a good balance. Johnny sat Indian
style in a corner admiring the scene, masturbating. He wouldn't have
missed it for the world.
Jacob giggled, wallowing in the attentive stares upon him. He was a
star. Mr. Robson keeled him over on the side and raised his right leg
in the air. Immediately, the powerful lunges of the adult shook his
body. The huge cock slammed inside his rectum. Much like the punk boy,
Mr. Robson sodomized him with an animalistic fervour. But this time,
the fullness inside his entrails was barely tolerable.
"Argggh! Argggh!" He yelled, in a state of panic.
"Give it a few seconds, you're gonna start liking it." Robson
reassured him.
The blond boy scrunched his face. With each passing moment, his body
relaxed until it went limp like a puppet and the constant pumping of
the thick cock in his asshole didn't hurt anymore. He started to coo,
abandoning himself to the virile passion of the adult.
Robson smiled seeing the boy calming down. He slipped his hands under
his armpits and leaned over him, burying his entire cock inside his
hole. Jacob emitted a gasp of shock. Robson bucked his hips, pummelling
the kid's moist rectum with the full length of his manhood.
"You have such a great butt. Time for a good hard fuck!" He said.
Jacob breathed erratically for the duration of the long anal ride.
Mr. Robson immobilized him and rammed his enormous cock deep in his
small ass with a force he'd never experienced before. The adult's
frame cast a shadow over him. He gripped the hairy arms, digging his
fingernails in the skin. His wails sounded like a siren as the massive
pole ravaged his defenseless little poop hole and the heavy bag of
testicles banged against the cleft of his butt.
His stiffy had not softened since the beginning. Jacob couldn't believe
how much he enjoyed being possessed by the grunting man. The revelation
flustered him.
His balls tightened up and he came. The tip of his little penis tingled
as a couple of droplets of juice sprayed out of it. Mr. Robson groaned
like the engine of plane. Jacob felt the wide diameter of the cock
expand, stretching his anus further, and the second load of hot sauce
spilled inside him.
The duo moaned in the throes of their orgasms. They both turned their
heads when the five naked adults entered the room, rubbing their
glistening erections. Robson bit the blond boy's ear lobe, still dazed
by the pleasure of his ejaculating penis. Then he blurted out,
"For some men, dolls are not enough, Jacob. Welcome to the club."
THE END.