The following story is pure fantasy. It is written for the enjoyment 
of adults of legal age and should not be read by minors or interpreted 
to be the true experiences of the author. - XWRITER2002

Codes: MM/t, ttt/b, M/t, M/tt, M/b, M/t/b, Incest, Oral, Anal, WS, 
Fisting, SM/BD, Sexual Torture

Another adventure of Sheriff Hadley & Deputy Welton. This time they 
help a divorced dad give his sons and their friends the kind of nasty 
sex they need.

The sight that greeted Bob Maloney as he approached his driveway would 
have made the average divorced father of nine and thirteen year-old 
boys panic. For Bob however, the presence of one unmarked and one 
fully adorned county sheriff's car parked in his driveway made his 
cock twinge and his balls tighten. There were also three bikes lying 
near the closed garage door. These he knew belonged to three of his 
eldest son, Ryan's best friends.

Brian Welton would have driven up in the unmarked car. Brian and Bob 
had been friends, and almost best friends, since first grade. Their 
thirty-year friendship involved just about every sort of activity any 
two men or boys had ever been involved in. Syd Hadley would half 
driven the other car. Syd was the elected sheriff of Marshall County 
and Brian's boss. The bikes and cars told Bob that at least Ryan was 
home and having a good time. As he got out of the car, he wondered if 
little Scotty was also home.

Inside the garage, Brian unlocked the door to his home and family's 
deepest secret. From the outside, it looked as though three years 
earlier he had added an 18' X 24' storage room. No windows, but there 
were a pair of skylights that could be opened or covered depending 
upon the kind of mood being set in the secret room. The skylights were 
closed so he needed a couple minutes to fully adjust. Experience told 
him there were three figures in the northwest corner of the dim room.

He stepped past the empty stocks, unused sawhorse and vacant X-frame 
that took the place of lawnmowers, table saws or other home equipment. 
On the walls where one might expect tools, there was wide variety of 
whips, a half-dozen paddles and a series of four, 6"-long shelves that 
held an array of several dozen dildos and butt plugs of varying 
lengths, widths, shapes and styles and assorted other toys for 
inflicting pain and pleasure. In three places, shackles hung from the 
solid beams of the open framed roof.

One figure stood in front of and the second stood behind a sling. 
These were the naked forms of Syd and Brian. In the sling was Bob's 
thirteen-year-old son, Ryan. The two men dwarfed his slender 5' 4" 
frame. Brian was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. He stood 6' 
4" tall, carried 190# of tanned and sculptured muscle, had brown hair, 
deep brown eyes and dimples that had melted girls' (and at least one 
boy's) hearts for as long as anyone could remember.

Syd was just over 6' tall. He weighed almost 240 pounds of mixed 
muscle and fat. Ten years ago it had been all muscle, but age and a 
decadent lifestyle that included too much booze and unhealthy food was 
rapidly altering his physique. However, Bob had no doubt the sheriff 
could still kick his ass and maybe Brian's as well.

Brian's groin was pressed hard against the boy's face. If the guy had 
a hard on, and Bob was almost certain he did, that meant 8" of cock 
meat were stuffed into his son's mouth and down his throat. In some 
positions that much cock might choke the kid, but his father had 
taught him the skill of laying face up and head back and letting men 
slide their cocks completely out of sight. Bob learned it by force as 
a high school freshman when five seniors laid him on a bench in the 
locker room and each fucked his young, but willing mouth and throat.

"You giving my son's mouth a real hard fuck?" he asked his old friend 
from across the room.

As Bob quickly covered the distance between them, Brian replied, "You 
know I am buddy. Your boy has the sweetest mouth in the county. There 
ain't another kid, male or female, who suck and swallow dick like 
him." He may have had more to say, but Bob came up behind him and 
turned his face so they could share a deep hard kiss.

Bob slid a hand down the deputy's strong back and grabbed a good 
fistful of his muscular ass. There was more than enough sweat to 
moisten two fingers and slide them into the often-fucked hole hidden 
in the deep crevice. Brian, moaning with pleasure from the quick 
invasion, broke the kiss and said, "Yeah buddy, I'm fucking his little 
mouth and throat real good. How about you doing the same to my ass!"

Bob bit at Brian's earlobe and replied, "Oh, you know I'll fuck this 
hard ass real good, but not quite yet. First, I'll have me a quick 
taste." With that, he withdrew the two fingers and slid them into his 
mouth not six inches from Brian's face. "MMM! You always have had the 
best tasting ass around."

Syd watched the two old friends make out as he continued to fuck Bob's 
son's ass. The sheriff's cock was not nearly as long as Brian's, but 
it more than made up for the reduced length. He and many of those he 
fucked swore he had the fattest cock in this part of the state. It was 
a little over six inches long, but was nearly nine inches around. The 
cute teen was taking every inch in long, firm strokes. Even if his 
mouth had not been stuffed with a hard dick, he would not have been 
crying out in pain. All three men knew that it was all but certain 
Ryan would be begging for more cock and harder and deeper strokes.

At thirteen, Ryan had five years experience as a pussy for well-hung 
men. He could take the biggest cock in the county and still beg for 
more. His dad had recently started shaving his adolescent ass and legs 
so they would always be as smooth as when he had be nine or ten. Ryan 
never complained about getting fucked. Sure, the first time had hurt, 
but even that experience had become pleasurable as his little boy's 
ass loosened up and accepted his dad's manhood.

Ryan had already been a pretty good cocksucker even before his dad 
took his cherry. In the five years since, the lad had regularly 
practiced taking cock from both ends. When men asked which he liked 
better, Ryan would honestly answer that he wasn't sure. Some days he 
had an unquenchable thirst for cum and the feel of a cock in his mouth 
and on others he felt hollow and empty without a cock up his pussy. 
The only days he knew for sure which he wanted were when the fuck-itch 
would hit him and he had to have his deep insides scratched!

Bob broke his kiss with Brian and stepped nearer to the sheriff. He 
and Syd exchanged a hearty handshake and greeting. Bob's eyes fell to 
his son's slender, hairless body and he saw the pool of cum on the 
boy's stomach and chest. He estimated there must be at least two if 
not three loads of cum cooling on his son's body.

"How long have you guys been fucking my boy?" Bob asked.

"It's only been about half an hour," responded Syd. "Hell, Brian's 
only shot one load in his cocksucker's mouth and I haven't even cum 
once in his tight pussy. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, I just saw the pools of cum by his miniature prick and was 
wondering if it was two loads or three," said Bob.

"Two," answered the deputy, his groin again pressed hard against 
Ryan's lips. "The first was a big one and the second was nice, too. I 
guess you didn't find anybody to fuck you at school today and came 
home with a full load in those teen balls of yours?" Brian directed 
his question to the boy knowing he could not possibly answer in words.

Ryan groaned almost inaudibly. The men watched as his untouched cock 
began to twitch. It was clear he was about to cum for a third time, 
but his dad had other plans. One hand quickly grasped his son's cock 
and the other flicked one finger painfully against the tender piss 
hole once and then twice. Ryan's body jerked and his stuffed mouth 
tried to scream, but it was no use. Bob repeated the torture of his 
son two more times before the need to cum passed and the small cock 
shriveled into its almost nonexistent limp form.

Bob played with his son's tiny cock with mixed curiosity and disgust. 
The cause for his disgust was obvious. At thirteen, when he should be 
becoming a man, his pussy of a son still sported the cock of a nine 
year-old. He corrected himself and thought that wasn't exactly 
correct. Ryan's nine year-old brother's cock was almost an inch longer 
and a quarter inch thicker. How could his adolescent son have a cock 
that measured barely 2.5" when hard?

Bob knew it must the contaminated genes of his ex-wife's family. At 
the same age, he had sported almost six inches of pussy pleasing meat. 
He, like his son, was already a cocksucker at that age, but all his 
fucking had been with girls. It was not until his sixteenth birthday 
that he had first fucked a boy or had his ass fucked. It had been a 
special treat from his best friend's dad. The man fucked both boys and 
then watched Bob fuck his willing buddy.

Bob placed a hand on Syd's meaty buttocks and slid it into the deep 
crease. He attempted to finger the man's ass but it was clenched 
tightly shut. "Sorry, man," the sheriff said. "I don't want to cum yet 
and your fingers would make me do just that."

"No problem," the father of the boy the man was fucking said. "How 
about giving me a taste of this instead." Bob's hand managed to grab 
Syd's cock on an outward stroke.

"Sure, man. I just love watching a dad lick his son's ass juices off 
my big fat fuck-stick."

He stepped back a pace and his cock audibly popped out of Ryan's ass. 
The thirteen year-old cunt hole did not close and the two men got a 
good look at the exposed red interior. Bob knelt and took just the 
head of Syd's cock in his mouth. His taste buds exploded with the 
array of flavors. He pressed forward and managed to get half the fat 
monster into his mouth. He nursed the thick shaft for a while before 
letting it escape his mouth. He then used his tongue to gather the ass 
juices and other heady flavors from the rest of the sheriff's cock.

At some point Brian removed his cock from the boy's throat because Bob 
heard his son plead, "Aw, c'mon, dad. Let him put it back in me. I 
need a fuck real bad and besides, you can suck it after he shoots. I 
know how much you like the taste of my pussy with a coating of cum."

The father could not disagree with his son's logic. He stood up and 
used his left hand to guide the sheriff's cock back to his son's 
almost closed-up pussy. Bob placed the fat tip at the opening and 
watched it spread wide and ready itself for more fucking. Sheriff 
Hadley grunted and in one smooth stroke returned his cock to the boy's 
pussy. Bob leaned over and licked the pool of cum from his son's body. 
Warm or cool he could think of almost nothing that tasted so good.

Seeing that Ryan's cock was once again fully erect and seemingly ready 
to fire another load, he took just the head between his teeth and bit 
hard. Ryan's body jerked and he tried to scream through a stuffed 
throat and mouth, but no sound came out. His father had learned long 
ago that his son reacted strangely to pain. When it was his tiny cock 
being abused the boy reacted like most others. He'd lose his erection 
if he had one and the imminent desire to cum. However, he still 
claimed to feel pleasure at some deeper point in his body.

If the pain was administered to other parts of his young anatomy, 
Ryan's senses directed it straight to his cock as pleasure. Bob first 
learned this when he gave his son a spanking for his sixth birthday 
and found the six semi-playful slaps resulted in a tiny 1.5" erection. 
Further trials over the ensuing years found nearly every type of pain 
inflicted to any portion of his body had the same effect. The most 
sensitive areas, not surprisingly, were his little boy ass cheeks and 
tits. The later could no longer be described as "little boy tits" 
because of years of treatment from snakebite suction cups and various 
clips and clamps, often with weights attached. The now puffed out and 
elongated nipples looked more like a teenaged girl's 'puffies,' but 
they were attached to the perfectly flat chest of a slender young boy.

Bob stood up and again eyed the hot scene of his son being fucked from 
both ends by the two lawmen. He pinched the sheriff's meaty tits – the 
man had developed his over nearly twenty years of dedicated work – and 
then kissed the deputy. "By the way, are Jason, Tyler and PJ in the 
house with Mark?" he asked, inquiring about the three bike owners and 
his younger son.

"Yeah, they got here about twenty minutes ago. We already had Ryan up 
and the sling and were fucking him good, so they said they'd just go 
and have some fun with Mark," said Syd. "They each took a couple stabs 
at Brian's ass though before they left. So I guess that was less than 
fifteen minutes before you got here."

"Thanks guys. I think I know where to find them."

Bob did indeed have a pretty good idea about where the three teenagers 
and his nine year-old would be. Mark was, if anything, the hottest and 
nastiest of the Maloney males. His age and size meant he had trouble 
taking deep the huge cocks and other toys his dad and older brother 
sometimes experienced. However, he more than made up for size in sheer 
numbers. Bob had no doubt that in the last two years his youngest son 
had been fucked almost as often as his older brother and dad combined.

He was, with the exception of Ryan's pain fetish, the kinkiest of the 
trio. Bob entered the main portion of the house and then turned right. 
Down one flight of stairs was the partially finished basement. The 
part that was finished was a large, brightly lit open corner. White 
tiles on both walls and the floor reflected the shine from a pair of 
bright lights that doubled as heat lamps. There was a single 
showerhead on one wall. The entire floor was slanted slightly to drain 
all water to a 5' circle that was six inches deeper that the rest of 
the area and had a closable drain in its center.

Visitors were told the area was a convenient place for two young boys 
and their friends to clean up and not track dirt or mud through the 
house. The room's primary purpose was as a water sports playground and 
its most frequent user was little Mark. The boys were eight and five 
the first time Bob caught Ryan pissing on his little brother in the 
bathtub. He had naturally been angry and was about to punish the 
seemingly abusive older son when Mark cried though piss-coated lips, 
"Don't hurt him, dad. It's okay. I asked him to do it. I liked getting 
pee-pee on me."

This afternoon two young teens stood near the center of the tiled area 
while another teen knelt between the legs of a much small boy. Jason 
and Tyler held their adolescent cocks and directed streams of piss 
onto the face and directly into the mouth of nine year-old Mark. The 
boy was clearly trying to swallow as much of the yellow streams as 
possible while lying on his back, but his mouth looked more like an 
erupting piss volcano. At the same time, PJ fucked the boy's pussy.

From several feet away, Bob admired the four youths. Jason and Tyler 
could easily be brothers and indeed were cousins. Both had the blue-
eyed, blond-haired boyish good looks that drove man and girls crazy. 
Each stood 5' 4" tall and weighed about 130 pounds. Their bodies were 
deeply tanned with only slightly paler areas where small swimming 
suits occasionally hid a portion of each boy. Their cocks were also 
amazingly similar. When erect, like now, they were 4" spikes of hard, 
cut boy flesh. They pointed almost straight up above small hairless 
balls sacks and were fringed with a barely noticeable ring of recently 
sprouted dark blonde curls.

Being blondes, they had no noticeable body hair and Bob's very 
intimate oral inspections had found very little transparent peach 
fuzz. He wondered how long they would stay such perfect examples of 
boyish beauty. He hoped they would allow him to shave their legs and 
asses like he did Ryan's. He had already suggested shaving their young 
bushes, but both boys had refused. The price they paid for the refusal 
was not being allowed to come to the house for a week. A punishment 
that backfired on Bob because the pair found other places to fuck his 
sons and he did not have the chance to share in their bodies.

Both boys claimed to have their cherries in tact and, when Bob asked 
his sons, Ryan and Mark confirmed that neither had ever fucked either 
boy. They said they had never seen the boys allow anyone else to fuck 
them, either. PJ, Sheriff Hadley, Deputy Welton and Bob had frequently 
tried to take the boys' cherries, but were always rebuked. Each, plus 
Mark and Ryan, had spent considerable time eating those smooth, tight, 
pink holes and Bob had even fingered each a couple times. The blonde 
beauties claimed to be basically straight and that fucking a pussy-boy 
like Jason or little Mark just made them even bigger studs. The three 
men had each pointed out how story did not explain all the time the 
pair spent sucking cock, a skill both had honed quite well. The cute 
blondes answered these charges the only way possible, with silence.

PJ, the boy who was fucking young Mark, was a gorgeous mulatto. His 
black father was a structural engineer with the largest construction 
firm in town and his white mother was a teacher at the high school. 
She would be Ryan's biology teacher during the coming year. Bob knew 
the parents intimately. A dozen cars and nearly two-dozen guests at an 
early morning party in the couple's home prompted a complaint call to 
Syd. The call came from a pair of bigoted neighbors who made no 
attempt to conceal their hatred for the racially mixed couple.

Upon his arrival that early morning, Syd indeed found a party in 
progress. However, every car was parked legally and there was no noise 
audible from the sidewalk. Knowing the nosy neighbors would be 
watching he approached the door. After a couple minutes, the hostess 
answered his knocking wearing a very skimpy robe. He looked over her 
shoulder and around the dimly lit room and saw a large number of 
partially dressed, and a few totally naked, people. Some were slow 
dancing and others were in varied intimate embraces. He quickly 
explained the reason for his visit and told the woman that there was 
no problem and to enjoy herself. She was pleasantly surprised at his 
tolerance and gave the sheriff a quick treat. She dropped the robed 
and displayed her well-toned form to his appreciative eye.

When Syd learned PJ and Jason were fuck buddies, he told Bob about the 
party he had observed. He added that it was clear not all couplings 
were male and females. Indeed some of them were actually trios. Bob 
took it upon himself to make his introduction to the couple. He did so 
under the false guise of a father worried about his son and theirs 
engaging in homosexual activity. PJ's parents proved not only to be 
not concerned that their son was fucking and sucking with other boys, 
their biggest care was that Bob not be upset that his son had a 
racially mixed lover. When Bob explained his real reason for coming, a 
chance to meet a sexually attractive and intriguing couple, an 
immediate bond was formed.

Before he left that evening, Bob had fucked both husband and wife. In 
turn, the handsome black man had fucked him. They repeated the 
experience several times and had even included their two thirteen 
year-old sons. Bob loved to sit back and watch the woman strap on a 9" 
pink dildo and fuck her son while the man used his slightly smaller 
cock to fuck Ryan. He would move about the room to sample the assorted 
mouths and other holes with his cock and lips. Bob's one regret was 
that he could not attend the bi-sexual free-for-alls they hosted every 
other month. The couple said anything could and did happen, but the 
one rule was married couples only. Not even a man and woman who lived 
together would be allowed, and singles were strictly taboo.

Bob noticed that while PJ had his entire 6" chocolate milk-colored 
cock buried in little Mark's ass, he was not actually fucking the boy. 
There was a look of peace and ease on the older boy's face. He 
wondered if PJ had just cum deep in his son's pussy. As he continued 
to watch, Mark's flat little belly began to swell like a woman rapidly 
going through the early stages of pregnancy. The man stepped forward 
and placed on strong hand on the dark-skinned youth's shoulder. The 
boy jerked slightly, but did not remove his cock or begin fucking.

"Are you pissing in my son's pussy?" Bob asked in a nonchalant tone.

"Yeah," the kid admitted in a flat voice like he was doing the most 
natural thing in the world. Then he added, "How'd you know?"

Leaning over to give Mark's rounded tummy a soft pat he said, "My 
skinny nine year-old son usually doesn't look like a pregnant girl in 
her sixth month."

By now the two blondes had finished pissing on and in Mark. Jason had 
moved over the small boy in a "69" position. His body hid the kid's 
swollen belly. Tyler was next to Bob and began removing the man's 
clothes. He did not resist and the youngster quickly had him as naked 
as the four boys. Bob's cock was only partially erect, but Tyler's 
'straight' lips and tongue quickly had him hard. Next to Ryan, Tyler 
was probably the best cocksucker of the bunch and Bob had to push him 
away to prevent cumming much too quickly.

PJ was now fucking little Mark. His nearly man-sized prick was sliding 
smoothly in and out of the young boy's pussy. Once the broad head 
popped free and was accompanied by a quick squirt of piss. Tyler 
stepped behind PJ and held his hips steady just long enough to push 
his cock into the darker boy's ass. The pair then combined to fuck 
young Mark while Bob moved from Tyler to Jason and back to Tyler 
sampling their asses and prodding his tongue into their virgin cunts.

PJ was the first to cum. The combined effect of Mark's tight, piss-
filled pussy grasping his cock and Tyler's prick working his fuck 
chute pushed him over the limit. He groaned and jab-fucked Mark half a 
dozen times before the rigor left his body. His shoulders slumped and 
he fell or Jason's torso. Tyler was next. The nipping and grabbing his 
cock got from PJ as he came did the trick and he fired his supply of 
creamy boy juice into his friend's ass.

When Tyler's cock slid free, Bob was there to claim the mixture of cum 
and ass juice. He thought PJ had the best tasting ass he had ever 
eaten and always strove to be first in line to suck a cock that had 
just fucked him. When Tyler's cock was mostly clean, the man switched 
his attention to the perfectly rounded cheeks of the black youth's 
ass. He kissed the smooth globes before prying them apart. His tongue 
quickly found the slightly opened hole and slid easily inside. The 
savory flavor of warm cum and steamy boy-cunt immediately met Bob's 
lips and tongue. He worked about and gathered as much of the tasty 
mixture as possible before standing up and kissing PJ.

While he had been eating the youngster's ass, Jason had cum in Mark's 
mouth and added a creamy frosting to the bellyful of piss. Jason was 
now kneeling before the younger boy and the pair were kissing, their 
piss and cum soaked lips and tongues locked together. PJ's cock had 
softened and slid free of Mark's ass allowing a stream of the same 
mixture to burst free. Bob could see traces of cum mixed in with the 
piss that had not yet found its way down the drain. He quickly pushed 
his face into the pool and claimed several mouthfuls of the mixture.

By now Bob was the only person in the room with a hard on. That fact 
quickly came to the boys' attention. Jason was the quickest, getting 
his left hand and lips on the target first. PJ, however, was slightly 
larger, a little stronger and far more determined. He pushed Jason 
away, rolled Bob onto his back and kept the other two boys at bay. 
When he had applied a thick coating of spit to the entire shaft, the 
dark youth moved over the man's body and sat his teen-boy cunt on the 
hard shaft. It slid smoothly into the freshly fucked hole until the 
boy's ass was pressed to the man's hard thighs.

Bob loved fucking the firm, snug asses of young boys. He had since he 
too was that age and with few exceptions, none were as good as PJ. Not 
only was the kid's dark skin a definite turn on, but also his ass had 
the perfect shape of a young athletic god. The boy's pussy could also 
take a big cock like few others. Years of training from his stud of a 
father had turned the boy's cunt into a highly educated trench ready 
to treat any interested man. Other than Ryan and Mark, PJ was the only 
young boy Bob knew who could take Syd's extra wide fucker.

PJ slid his entire body up and down the man's cock at a leisurely 
pace. Bob lay back and relished the pleasure and relaxed way it was 
being given. He his eyes closed, he felt a pair of warm stiff prods 
bump against his cheeks. Without opening his eyes, the man knew they 
must be the stiff pricks of Jason and Tyler. He parted his lips and 
let the pair take turns fucking his mouth. Occasionally, the cousins 
managed to get the heads of both cocks in his mouth at the same time.

He wondered what Mark was up to until he heard PJ groan, "Oh, yeah. 
Suck my cock. Lick my balls some, too. Yeah, Mark, you've a got mouth. 
Swallow it all. Fuck your throat."

Being the only one in the room who had not cum at least once, Bob's 
cock was the first to erupt. He thrust his hips upward adding to the 
depth and power of the fuck he and PJ were giving each other. When he 
came, his body jerked up hard and likely would have dislodged a less 
experience partner. PJ quickly regained his balance, pressed hard 
downward to get Bob another half inch deeper and accepted the man's 
love offering. Five jets of milky cum exploded deep into his body as 
he willed his insides to try and milk even more.

PJ was the next to cum. When Bob's body eased under him, the teen 
relaxed and let the man's son take his load. This was his third cum in 
less than forty-five minutes and amounted to two small bursts and an 
equal amount that simply seeped into the boy's mouth. PJ, his lust 
sated and his body sapped of all strength fell backward onto Bob's 
body just as the other two boys came.

Jason's cock was in the man's mouth and most of his cum found a home 
there as well. Tyler's cum sprayed in the open and landed on the side 
of Bob and PJ's faces. Feeling the wet splashes and knowing exactly 
what they were, PJ turned his face to the left licking the remainder 
of the boy's cum as it dribbled down the erect shaft. Mark, having 
completed cleaning the dark youth's cock, looked up and saw the cum-
streaked faces. He quickly moved forward and claimed these traces of 
male cream as well.

A few minutes later, the five bodies still lay in a heap on the tile 
floor. Jason lay somewhat away from the group. Mark lay atop Tyler's 
dozing form. Between the three boys, PJ lay with his back and ass 
pressed against Bob's body. The man's semi-erect cock was still in the 
youngster's pussy. Their rest was disturbed by the booming voice of 
Sheriff Hadley.

"Well, what do we have here? I do believe it is a perverted pedophile 
and the four boys he just finished molesting. Correction, it seems he 
is still molesting one of them."

"I don't believe you have any room to talk Syd," said Bob slowly 
sitting up. The movement was enough to adjust PJ's position and 
dislodge his cock from the boy. Syd and Brian watched a white stream 
of cum flow from the boy's open pussy. "As I recall, twenty minutes 
ago you and the good deputy were doing likewise to my son."

"Twenty minutes? Hell, barely more than twenty seconds ago he still 
had two big man-sized cocks in his hot teen-boy body, and I bet he can 
still feel them!"

"Anybody thirsty?" asked Brian. "I've got a load of piss built up that 
could drown a horse."

Wordlessly and as if in a trance, Mark knelt in front of the handsome 
man and took Brian's flaccid five-inch cock into his mouth. He held it 
loosely, not sucking or using his tongue. Ready for the hot flood, the 
boy lifted his eyes until they met the deputy's. Brian relaxed the 
muscles holding back his piss and let his flow begin. The initial 
surge filled Mark's mouth and a little dribbled from his mouth.

PJ started to move toward Mark. He liked piss almost as much as the 
nine year-old and hated to see even this little bit go to waste. A 
strong hand on his shoulder stopped him. Looking up, he saw Syd one 
hand on PJ's shoulder and the other holding his red, limp cock. As the 
dark youngster looked at the fat cock, a stream of dark yellow piss 
burst up and into his face. The man's hand pinched off the heady flow 
until PJ dropped to his knees and locked his lips around the cum, ass 
and piss flavored head.

"Here it comes boy. I hope you are one very thirsty piss drinking 
faggot cause I got a big load stored up. I was going to piss it into 
that other teen-pussy, but he passed out on me."

PJ opened his mouth briefly and mumbled around the man's cock. It 
sounded like, "Give it to me mister. I need your piss." Bob thought 
that was close to what the boy said or would have said had he been 
able. While he was still trying to decipher the youth's exact words, 
PJ's mouth was flooded with piss. His lips closed around the squirting 
tip and he, like his best friend's little brother, strained to swallow 
as much of the golden treasure as possible.

For nearly a minute Deputy Welton and Sheriff Hadley filled and re-
filled the boys' mouths. When PJ's or Mark's mouth would begin to 
overflow, the man pissing into that boy would stop or at least slow 
the pace of his stream. By the time they were finally finished giving 
the boys their twin treats, both men had the beginnings of new hard-
ons. PJ and Mark kept up their oral service until the men were 
completely hard and continued until they had cum one last time. The 
nine and thirteen year-olds turned to each other and kissed. Their 
small pointed tongues trading the creamy treat each had been offered.

"Wow, those are two hot mouths. Bob you have to be the luckiest guy in 
the world. With a pair of hot cocksucking pussy-boys like yours around 
all day and this gorgeous little slut visiting regularly," Syd slid a 
hand down PJ's chest. He pinched and tugged a dark purple nipple and 
then let his hand slide down and around to squeeze his ass. "I think I 
would have fucked myself to death by now."

"Yeah, man," agreed Brian. "Anytime you want a little extra help 
keeping their pussies happy, just give us a call."

"Guys, you know you don't need an invitation. You're welcome anytime. 
Just drop on by or, hell you're the law, just arrest them and fuck 
their hot cunts in the squad car in one of the cells down at the 
station," said Bob. "Don't forget to offer their pussies to the other 
officers and any inmates, as well.

"You've got a deal," agreed Syd.

The three men shook hands and the two lawmen headed back to get their 
clothes and return to the station. Bob looked back at PJ and Mark and 
saw they were still ready for more action. PJ, despite being 
completely hard, was pissing in Mark's face. The youngster let the 
stream splash against his face. The liquid gold was soaking his hair 
and body. His dad leaned over and took the dark cock into his mouth 
and took a drink of the steamy piss.

When PJ had emptied his bladder, he and Bob shared Mark's piss. They 
took long drinks. They let is splash against their faces. They played 
in the warm stream like little kids in the summer rain. When Mark 
finished, the three shared a pissed-spiced kiss and rubbed their wet 
bodies against each other. Bob suggested they step under the shower 
and rinse off the sharp smelling liquid, but both boys said they liked 
the smell, taste and feel of the piss drying on their young bodies.

The nastiness of drinking and playing in so much hot piss had all 
three hard again. Bob decided to lead them back into the other room 
and see what Ryan and the others were up to. They found Ryan alone in 
the dimly lit room. Syd, Brian, Jason and Tyler had all dressed and 
left. Ryan was no longer in the sling, however. Chains attached to 
wrist cuffs now suspended him so even his straining toes were still an 
inch off the floor. His dad approached with an arm around each of the 
other boys and two fingers in each of their well-fucked pussies.

Bob saw that either Jason and Tyler or Syd and Brian had left his son 
in quite a predicament. A butt plug, the man's quick inventory of the 
shelves told him it was hand-shaped and about the size of an average 
woman's fist, was secure in the boy's cunt. A parachute-style ball-
stretcher was tightly grasped his young scrotum. Two heavy lead 
weights, two-pounders Bob estimated, were suspended from the 
stretcher. They drug the boy's balls down several inches below where 
they normally hung. A clear plastic tube, a 3/8" catheter, ran from 
somewhere deep in the boy's piss hole to his mouth. Finally, metal 
clips attached a chain to Ryan's stretched-out nipples.

"Wow, dad! Look at Ryan! They really strung him up good. Would you do 
that to me, too."

Bob looked down at his beautiful younger son and slid a third finger 
deep into his pussy. Then using only those digits and the palm of his 
hand cupping the lad's ass he lifted him four feet into the air. Mark 
squealed with glee as he shot through the air, his pussy stretched by 
the thick invaders. Bob set him down directly below another set of 
chains and lowered them until he could secure the leather cuffs to the 
boy's slender wrists. PJ, reluctantly leaving Bob's side because it 
meant the man's fingers would leave his ass, stepped over to a switch. 
A nearly silent motor retracted the chains until Mark swung by his 
wrists a foot and a half above the floor.

The dusky youth walked back to where Bob stood between his suspended 
sons. They whispered as if they were making secret plans for the nine 
year old. As was intended, Mark could hear much of what was said and 
his cock leapt back to life. PJ went to one shelf and came back with a 
leather gag that extended around Mark's face and buckled in place. It 
also had a realistic six-inch dildo that filled his mouth and throat. 
Bob picked up one of his favorite toys and with a wicked smile showed 
it to his helpless son saying, "Today's the day you take all three."

The three he referred to were a golf ball, a blue rubber ball that was 
about the size of a tennis ball and baseball. A friend of Bob's had 
drilled holes through all three. A nylon rope connected them and knots 
in the rope held the balls in place. The man had used the unique 
device on his son's pussy twice, but neither time was the boy able to 
take anymore than just the baseball, if it went in first, or just the 
two smaller orbs if the golf ball went up his cunt first. However, 
neither time before had the lad's cunt been so thoroughly fucked in 
preparation. Bob considered using his fist to further prepare his son, 
but decided his and PJ's cocks should be enough. 

"Which do you want first?" asked Bob, temporarily removing the gag 
from his son's mouth. As he did, PJ attached a ball-stretcher to 
Mark's nuts that was similar to and only slightly smaller than the one 
torturing his brother. Just as Mark was about to answer, PJ clipped on 
a 12 oz. weight and let it drop four inches. The nine year old's 
answer quickly became a squeal of pain.

"AAAAWWWWW!" he groaned. Then, when the pain had subsided and the 
pleasure had begun, Mark said in an almost dreamy voice, "Put the 
baseball in first dad. I want it to stretch me real good and plow a 
lane for the others."

Bob did as his son requested. Replacing the cock-gag, he coated the 
largest ball with lubricant and pressed it against Mark's pussy. The 
ball was almost half the size of each of the boy's ass cheeks. Bob 
pressed hard, relaxed his pressure as his son cried out in pain and 
pressed again. This time he rotated the ball and then pulled it away a 
second time. On the second try, he had gotten within millimeters of 
having the widest part of it up his son's cunt. He knew he could have 
pushed just a bit harder and had the task complete, but he had two 
other objectives as well.

For one, he loved looking into the gaping maw that was his son's empty 
pussy after it had been so thoroughly stretched. He could see the pink 
and red inner membranes that would hold a cock in such warm softness. 
Second, he liked the extra pain caused by rotating the ball's raised 
seams. He had opened ten different boxes at the store until he found 
this one and had selected it for this feature. Mark admitted that he 
also loved the burning sensation caused by the bright red stitching.

On the third try the ball popped into Mark's cunt with surprising 
ease. The combination of the earlier stretching and his dad's decision 
to push a little harder had the job accomplished quickly. Bob grabbed 
the end of the rope and began to tease his son's hole. He pulled on 
the rope just a little and watched as the entire area between his legs 
distended. The tugs weren't enough to expose the ball, however. That 
was the purpose of the next several tugs. Each time, more and more of 
the ball was forcefully extracted from Mark's cunt. PJ was certain 
that another fraction of an inch and it would pop free.

Bob made sure that did not happen. After tormenting his son by pulling 
on the ball, he gave him a rest before beginning to work it deeper. He 
turned to PJ and told him to get one of the glass rods. The older 
youth smiled wickedly knowing what the man had in mind. He brought him 
an eight-inch long clear glass rod that was about the size of Ryan's 
catheter. That observation brought the older boy back to mind and Bob 
took a minute to inspect him.

Going over to his older son, he slapped the boy's stuffed ass sharply. 
A pink glow developed and he caressed the fiery flesh. Then using two 
fingers to grasp his son's sorry excuse for a cock and, pinching it so 
hard he could feel the catheter, he said, "I cannot believe that my 
son. The fruit of my loins, the progeny of this cock," he gripped his 
big dick and shook it at Ryan, "could have such a puny disgusting 
excuse for a prick." He pinched the tiny head between thumb and index 
finger nails. When Ryan cried in pain, the plastic tube came free and 
his father's mouth pressed against his. Their kiss was deep and hard 
and tasted of boy-piss, the catheter having done its job.

Bob broke the kiss and with a secret smile to let Ryan know how much 
he truly was loved said, "Now back to my real son. The one who's going 
to have a real cock not just an overgrown clit."

He his attention went back to Mark and PJ. The first thing he noticed 
was the glass rod. Less than two inches of the clear glass was visible 
where it extended from Mark's piss hole. Bob didn't have to be a math 
whiz to know four inches of the rod ran the length of the boy's cock 
and that meant two more inches extended even deeper inside. The ever 
present hard on and the fresh tears attested to the implement's 
potential for pleasure and pain.

Bob reached for the rubber ball and gave it a heavy coating of the 
white lubricant. He put it against Mark's ass and with no preamble 
forced it up his son's pussy. For a moment he thought the quick 
assault was going to fail, but then he sensed more than felt his son's 
insides give way. The ball popped in so fast it was almost as though 
Mark's cunt had sucked it out of his hand.

The nine-year-old boy tried to scream, but little more than a muffled 
grunt escaped from around the penis gag. Mark would have instinctively 
tried to pull away from the invasion of his pussy if he could have 
done so. However, with his feet off the ground, the boy could not 
control what happened to his body. PJ and Bob watched as the second 
ball was drawn deeper into the boy's pussy. The stretched opening was 
finally allowed to close around the thin nylon rope. 

"Go get the nipple cups," the man said to PJ. "Get them nice and wet 
and then make them really pull Mark's nips. By this time next year 
they, like his cock, should be bigger and meatier than his brother's." 
PJ got the twin bulbs, wetted them first and then sucked the young 
boy's nipples until they were nice and hard. Two pumps worked and the 
tiny brown circles were being stretched outward and the even tinier 
nipples were filling with blood and other fluids.

"Ready for the last ball?" Bob asked his tortured, but sexually 
thrilled son. The boy nodded and did his best to smile around the gag 
and cock that covered and filled his mouth. Bob didn't bother putting 
any of the lube on the last ball. There was so much grease in and 
around the boy's pussy it wouldn't matter. Besides, the challenge now 
was forcing the two big invaders already in his pussy deeper so there 
would be room for the much smaller third ball.

Bob pulled on the exposed rope and drew the rubber ball partially from 
his son's pussy. He did this several times enjoying the look of the 
cunt as it stretched open and the way the boy sucked the ball back 
inside every time he let go. Next the man used two fingers to open his 
son and push the balls deeper inside. His efforts were met by 
immediate resistance the first several tries. On the six or seventh, 
he felt the slender nine year-old frame shudder and instantly there 
was a two inch gap between the rubber ball and Mark's cunt lips.

Wondering what had provided the sudden opening, Bob looked around to 
the front of Mark's body and saw that PJ held his son's cock head 
tightly between his teeth. The dark-skinned boy pulled back his 
kissable lips and clearly displayed the bright white teeth that dug 
cruelly into the boy's sex. PJ released his bite and gave Mark a 
chance to recover from the pain, before biting him again. This time 
Bob was ready and popped the last ball into his son's cunt. Again the 
lips closed slowly as the ball worked itself deeper into the child.

Bob told PJ to release Mark's cock and to come look at his totally 
stuffed pussy. The teen could not believe all three of the balls were 
up the kid's cunt. He figured he could probably handle all three, but 
he had four years on the boy and his dad had been fucking him since 
shortly after he was out of diapers.

Bob was hard again and PJ took his cock into mouth and gently sucked 
on it. The man moved slowly about the room examining each of his 
captive sons. He made sure PJ could follow his movements without 
having to release his cock. Bob stopped to speak with his oldest son.

Sliding the fist-shaped dildo in and out of his son's cunt, Bob said, 
"Ryan, I'm sorry that I barely had time to say 'Hi'. But then you were 
a little preoccupied when I got here weren't you? So how was school?"

Ryan tried to answer without loosing the catheter. His dad volunteered 
to hold it. As the boy answered his father's questions, the man 
alternately blew air into and then sucked even more air out of the 
tube. "It, oh … ah, was okay dad. I only got fucked a couple times and 
one of those was by Miss Henderson and that foot-long dildo she likes 
to wear all day. She uses it on all her lesbian cheerleaders. I told 
Jason, Tyler and PJ to stop by so I could really get fucked. Syd 
stopped PJ to see if he wanted to get fucked and he told him about 
coming here. I guess Syd then radioed Brian. The three guys fucked me 
first and then they went looking for Mark. The sheriff and his deputy 
took over fucking my cunt. God, dad, they are really great fuckers!"

"How you feeling now, son?"

"Great. The fist is keeping everybody's cum deep in my hole. I just 
know it's going to flood out when you remove it."

"I think I'll do that right over the salad I'm making with dinner."

"Oh shit, dad. You are so nasty. I just wish we had somebody else to 
serve it too like the time PJ, Tyler, you and I shot three loads of 
cum each into that frosting for the little Mark's seventh birthday. I 
bet those tykes still don't know why it tasted so good!"

"How are your balls holding up against these?" Bob asked as he gently 
jostled to two weights.

"Ugh, good," the teen grunted.

"And how deep is that catheter? I noticed it sure tastes like piss. 
You use it already?"

"Yeah dad, I had to. I'm starting to like the taste, but not nearly 
like Mark or PJ. I don't know how far up it goes, but when you sucked 
on it I thought you were going to turn my bellybutton inside out." 
Father and son both laughed at that. The chuckles started the weights 
attached to Ryan's balls bouncing again. He groaned as his dad put the 
catheter back in his mouth.

Bob reached one hand down and caressed PJ's face. He drew his hand and 
fingertips softly across the boy's smooth cheeks and then lovingly 
cupped his chin. Looking into the cocksucking youth's face he said, 
"You do that so well. I can almost believe that you're daddy started 
you the day you were brought home from the hospital."

Moving back to Mark, Bob gave him a hard slap on his tiny ass. The man 
could feel the presence of the balls, as the little boy butt seemed to 
have more resistance than normal. He noted that his son's nipples were 
swollen to several times their normal size. The tiny balls were deep 
red and the skin above the stretcher was pale white. Without removing 
the gag, he asked, "And how is my well-hung stud doing this evening?" 
Mark waited a second for the rubber cock to be removed from his mouth. 
When it was not, he did his best to again smile and tell his dad how 
much fun he was having.

Bob loved to sexual humiliate and tortured his sons and was thrilled 
that they enjoyed it just as much. His next load of cum was slowly 
building in response to his son's sexy predicaments and PJ's skillful 
cocksucking. He was just beginning to plan the next round of fun when 
the bell at the garage rang. Only a select few sex friends and fiends 
knew about the button hidden behind a placard with his and the boys' 
names. The bell sounded like an old buzzer as opposed to the more 
musical notes that came from the bell at the front door. He wondered 
which of his buddies was dropping by. Maybe Syd and Brian were back?

The man again moved slowly across the room and into the garage making 
certain PJ's mouth never left his cock. He came to the extra large 
peephole and was pleasantly surprised to see it was his cocksucker's 
handsome father. He looked around quickly to see if anyone else was 
around before opening the door and exposing he and PJ. Bob did notice 
a large silver SUV in the drive with three or four men inside. He 
recognized it as the car PJ's mom usually drove so the men must be 
friends of the boy's dad.

Swinging open the door, he greeted his visitor with a broad smile and 
a cheery greeting. The man started to step inside and reply when he 
realized his son was right there! "Well," he sighed, even before 
greeting Bob or his son, "that answers any questions about where my 
son is or if you've seen him." He was practically laughing by the time 
he finished the rushed sentence.

Bob slowly closed the door. He didn't mind people seeing him naked or 
getting his cock sucked. He was just a little worried some passing 
prude my call some other cops than Brian and Syd and have him arrested 
for child molestation.

"Good to see you pal. What's up?" he asked as they shook hands.

"I think you distracted my son and he forgot about an appointment we 
have for tonight," he said, his eyes meeting PJ's.

"Oh, shit!" the boy exclaimed as he released Bob's hard cock and 
realized what his dad was talking about. "Tonight's the night those 
men are in town from St. Louis and we're taking them to 'Strokers!'"

Bob was surprised when the boy mentioned a notorious gay bar and male 
strip club about thirty miles away. How could PJ and his dad, or more 
precisely PJ, get into a place like that? The black man saw Bob's 
confused look and said, "They have three very special, very private 
secret rooms that can hold parties of three to ten men where anything 
goes. The only rules are no drugs, no outside alcohol and you have to 
hire at least one of their strippers for $250 an hour plus tips. After 
that, it's 'anything goes.'"

"Including bringing in a thirteen year-old boy?"

"Anything," reiterated the man. "As long as everybody consents and 
keeps the secret. I know a guy who threw his son's 'Sweet 16' party 
their complete with four of the boy's buddies, two of their dads and 
himself. Plus, they hired three of the strippers! Said it was the best 
$1000 he ever spent."

"Wow!" was all Bob could say.

"Let's get going, PJ. We already may be a little late and its costing 
my company $500 an hour for that 6'5" blonde stud and the cute little 
Asian guy you like so much! These men came to watch my boy dance and 
fuck with two pros and then to have the three of you service them."

"Shit, dad," exclaimed PJ again. "I smell like piss, cum and sweat. 
Shouldn't I clean up first?"

"No time, boy. Besides, these guys like their boy's reeking of sweat 
and cum and if they can't handle a little piss, fuck 'em."

PJ quickly ran back into the private room and grabbed his jeans. He 
struggled to get them on over his damp and sticky body. As he did, his 
dad apologized to Bob for stealing his cocksucker, but the man told 
him not to worry that he had two others in the next room. PJ managed 
to get his semi-erect cock back into his pants, but didn't bother with 
the zipper or his shirt. The two men and the boy said their farewells.

Bob watched the sexy kid climb into the back seat of the SUV. Even 
from a distance of thirty feet, he clearly saw at least one hand slide 
into the open fly of PJ's jeans. Bob closed the door and walked back 
into the playroom. He wondered which of his boy's deserved the load of 
cum PJ had so skillfully worked up.

"I wonder," he thought aloud, "which of those two stuffed boy-cunts 
can stretch to handle old dad?" He gripped his hard cock and gave it a 
couple strokes. "Winner gets the creamy prize!"

The End.

I hope you liked this little fantasy. I know all the guys in the story 
sure did. I think I've cum ten or twelve times during the couple weeks 
I spent writing and editing this tale. (Every drop sure tasted good!) 
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