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Mr. Black Hits the Mark 
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)

***

Teenager Mark plays on the internet until Mr. Black 
shows up at his door to make his fantasies real. (M/m-
teen, ped, exh, inc, rp, v, tort, huml, 1st-gay-expr, 
forced-nudity) 

***

Fourteen year old Mark Wess leaned back from his 
computer and chewed his cute bottom lip. The message on 
his screen was most interesting. Mark was a handsome 
kid, five foot nine, one hundred and forty five pounds, 
blond hair and blue eyed and nice trim body. He was 
also an adventurous kid. At fourteen he had already 
fucked three girls and fooled around with a number of 
guys. Like many boys his age, Mark was experimenting to 
find out exactly what he liked. 

One thing he knew he liked was internet porno. Mark 
spent most of his homework study time jerking his teen 
cock while surfing disgusting fuck sites. His favorite 
turn on jerk juice stimulators, were the Mr. Black 
stories, and he had recently started a letter exchange 
with dale10, the author of the stories. Mark was very 
interested in kink and humiliation. He had admitted to 
dale that, when home alone, he often went about the 
house bare-assed pretending to be a slave.

But this message from dale10 was most interesting. It 
said, "Mr. Black and I have a little surprise for you." 
No attachments, no dirty photos of teenage boys getting 
fucked in the ass or mouth. Just the message.

"Hmmmmmm," Mark said, tapping his fingers on his blue 
boxer shorts crotch, feeling his healthy teen cock 
throb. He loved to read dirty stories and finger his 
prick, which was somewhere between five and a half and 
six inches long when hard, but growing every day.

"Mark, somebody to see you," his mom yelled from 
downstairs. Mark snapped off his computer, adjusted his 
drooling dick in his shorts, slipped into some baggy 
jeans and a tee shirt, and turned toward the door. It 
was probably one of his buddies from school, wanting 
some homework help or dropping in to gab about hot high 
school cunt. Mark was considered quite the stud by boys 
his age because he had fucked; of course, he was 
nothing to the older boys who fucked girls almost every 
day.

Mark didn't bother to slip any shoes or socks on his 
size ten feet. He tromped down the stairs, only to be 
mystified by the sight of the well dressed dark haired 
middle aged man standing in the hall.

"Yeah?" Mark said, fearing it was someone from school 
to report something he had done wrong. The guy was good 
looking, and dressed in a burgundy sweater and really 
expensive pleated gray trousers. He carried a camel 
colored top coat over one arm.

"Hello Mark, I'm really happy to meet you." The guy 
extended one hand, and Mark took it. The grip was firm 
and strong and sure, and perhaps he held on just a 
fraction too long.

"Eh, I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are," Mark 
said.

"Don't you? You should. I am Mr. Black."

Mark felt his heart drop into his lower intestine. His 
throat was suddenly clogged with something that made 
swallowing impossible. It couldn't be, not, that, Mr. 
Black. But the guy smiled.

"Yes Mark, that Mr. Black, and I've come to play with 
you."

"You can't be. How did you find me, I mean I..."

"Come, come, Mark, you told dale enough stuff about 
yourself, and you've read my stories; you know that I 
have unlimited resources. It was easy. I've come a long 
way to be with you."

"Yeah, but I, I mean, I read your stories, sure, but I 
don't, I mean..."

Mark's incoherent jabber was silenced by the arrival of 
his mom down the hall. "Sorry about that, I was on the 
phone with Mark's father. Now what can we do for you 
Mr. Black?"

"Well, Mrs. Wess. We are on a talent search. Mark Here 
applied to us on the internet," Mr. Black smiled, and 
Mark looked at the floor, what was this guy up to, what 
would he say? Could he be the real Mr. Black? Could the 
stories be true?

"Yes, he's always on that computer of his. I don't know 
what he all looks up, but he seems to enjoy it. So he 
applied to you, for what may I ask?"

"My company makes videos. We are always looking for new 
models."

"For like television commercials?" the middle aged 
woman lit up.

"Something like that. We travel the country auditioning 
models. We of course can only accept a few. 
Professional modeling can be a rewarding and exciting 
field to get into, but only a few young men are suited 
for it. Of course after I interview Mark, if I think he 
qualifies, I will sit down with you and Mr. Wess and 
explain our company and its work to you. I might just 
add, that we are well aware of the importance of 
education, and we schedule all our work around a boy's 
studies."

Mr. Black winked at Mark, and the fourteen year old 
teen curled his toes in the hall carpet. Yeah, sure, 
schedule around his studies, like the boys in the 
stories, who go to high school all day, and then after 
school they report to be fucked up the ass and tortured 
and abused by Mr. Black's clients. Mark was terrified.

Mrs. Wess took the man's coat. "Well if you'd like 
someplace to interview Mark privately, why don't you go 
up to his room. It will give you a good chance to learn 
about him. We're awfully proud of our Mark. His brother 
will be excited to learn that he might be a model."

Mr. Black smiled. "We sometimes do work with brothers."

"Really?" the woman beamed. "Well if you want my vote, 
I'd say Mark was cute enough to be one of those teen 
models in the magazines." She laughed. Mark turned red 
as he saw Mr. Black look down at the cock bulge in the 
boy's jeans.

"He seems to have potential. Well then, let's get on 
with the interview, shall we?" Mark at last conquered 
his shock and fear and stepped in. "Eh, couldn't we do 
this some other time, I mean I have lots of homework, 
and..."

"Now Mark, that's rude. This nice man has come from, .a 
long way I'll bet, just to see you. Now take him up to 
your room and I'll bring up some soft drinks."

Mr. Black smiled again. "Actually, I'd like to talk to 
him uninterrupted. Perhaps we could come down for soft 
drinks later, when your husband come home."

"An excellent suggestion. Go on Mark, don't be shy with 
Mr. Black."

"No, don't be shy with Mr. Black," the man repeated, 
watching the fourteen year old boy's asscheeks rise and 
fall as he climbed the stairs ahead of him.

Mr. Black closed the bedroom door and locked it.

"Eh, my Mom doesn't like me locking the door, it eh, 
it..."

"Why don't you take off all your clothes Mark." Mr. 
Black said easing himself in Mark's desk chair.

"Look, sir, I really don't want to play this. I mean I 
appreciate you've come a long way, and I'm sorry about 
the mistake and I don't know what to say, except, yeah 
I like dirty stories, but I don't actually do that kind 
of stuff."

"You told dale you took dick up the ass."

"Yeah, well, shit! I've tried some things, I have 
experimented, but I don't see as that's any of your 
business quite frankly."

Mr. Black was out of the chair so fast Mark never saw 
him coming. It must have been that Hung Gar Kung Fu 
that he learned from a Sifu in China. He was on the 
boy, backhanding the kid, slapping his face with 
terrible force. Mark's hair flew as his head snapped 
from side to side. He feared his teeth would be knocked 
out.

Then Mr. Black was back seated calmly in the chair. 
"Strip off your clothes and let me see your body Mark."

Mark tried to stand tall. His ears rang from the slaps 
and his head hurt. 
"What if I don't. What if I call my mom?"

Suddenly there was a nine mm. Beretta automatic pistol 
in Mr. Black's hand. "Then I will have to shoot your 
mother in the head. And your father when he comes home. 
And your brother. And then you will strip for me." The 
man was obviously a lunatic. Mark almost pissed his 
pants. "You know from my stories, that I mean what I 
say, so strip now."

Mark peeled his tee shirt up over his lean torso 
revealing his tight tummy, his well formed but not 
overly muscular pecs and his fine brown nipples. His 
armpits were sweating from fear. "Why are you here, 
what do you want from me?" he stammered, really 
terrified now.

"Oh Mark, don't be a stupid little cunt. You must know. 
You sounded like a really cute kid who could use some 
sexual exposure, so I have come to you, here in your 
home, to fuck your cute little teenage ass."

"Oh Christ, you're not kidding. This isn't some kind of 
a joke?"

"I fully intend to turn you from a healthy normal 
teenage boy into a cock crazy fuckslut. So, we had 
better get going huh?"

Mark closed his eyes, sweat ran down his face. This had 
to be a dream, a horrible sex nightmare from which he 
would soon wake. But he opened his eyes, and the man 
with the gun was still there. With trembling fingers he 
undid the button on his jeans and let them fall around 
his ankles.

"Cute, very cute, but from now on Mark, I don't want 
you to ever wear underwear. You will sleep bare assed, 
and you will go to school bare assed beneath your 
jeans. I want your teenage dick to hang free and your 
ass ready to be fucked by dick at all times."

"I have to wear underwear, My Mom washes it and she 
will get suspicious if its not dirty."

"You stupid twat, in the morning when you wake up wipe 
your ass sweat and ball gunge on a pair of shorts, the 
same at night, then your mom can still smell your dick 
and balls on the underwear. Now strip them off and let 
me see your prick and nuts. "

"Please, please, I don't want to do this. Look I 
promise I wont read your stories any more, I just want 
a normal teenage life, okay?"

"Its a little late for that. Shall I call your mother, 
and do you want to strip in front of her, do you want 
me to make her suck your dick?"

Fourteen year old Mark Wess peeled off his shorts. Mr. 
Black liked what he saw, nice full nuts, a little blond 
ball hair. A three inch flaccid dick that still had 
some growing to do. Definite potential. The kid was so 
boyish, so perfectly teen, so fuckable.

"Very nice Mark, now turn slowly around so I can see 
your ass. Don't cover your cock with your hands, Put 
yourself on display for me like the cheap little faggot 
slut you want to be. If you want to fuck twat at 
fourteen and take it up the ass, then you have to be 
prepared to play with the big boys and girls. Bounce a 
little on your feet so your balls jiggle. Very nice. 
How does that feel Mark. You said humiliation turned 
you on. "

"It feels terrible and I don't like it at all," the boy 
snapped.

"Tough titty, now go kneel on the bed Mark, away from 
me, use your hands to spread your ass cheeks to I can 
see your fuckhole."

"Oh god, please no," Mark moaned even as he climbed 
onto his bed. "Please don't let this happen to me!"

"It wasn't a week ago you were telling dale you would 
love to meet me, be careful what you wish for Mark. Now 
lean on your shoulders, legs apart, ass up, now reach 
back and spread your asscheeks nice and wide. And you 
know how angry I get when a boy doesn't spread his 
cheeks wide enough."

Mark's ample balls swung back and forth as he reached 
back and grabbed a smooth tight asscheek in each hand 
and pulled. His round pink asshole came into view. It 
was hairless and perfect.

"Oh Mark, do you know how beautiful your pussyhole is? 
The men who buy my videos will just love that tiny pink 
rosebud. You have a perfect teenage boypussy. Let me 
get out my digital camera and get a shot of that. 
Great, now roll over on your back for me and lift and 
spread your legs, like a little whore. Are you crying 
Mark? That's all right, I like photos of teenage tough 
boys crying like little cunts."

Mark lay there on his bedroom bed with his mom 
downstairs, legs spread everything on display as this 
pervert took photos of him.

"You know this is moving along quite nicely, we are 
making fine progress, that's because you realize from 
my stories that its useless to resist me. I always get 
what I want. Now masturbate your dick into a nice stiff 
hard on for me will you?"

Beautiful blond haired Mark Wess curled one trembling 
hand around his shrunken penis and began to yank on it. 
He was so scared it wouldn't get stiff. He massaged his 
balls and at last in desperation stuck a finger up his 
asshole.

"Oh that's cute Mark, let me get a shot of that. Tell 
you what stick four fingers up your asshole for me. "

"I can't get four fingers up there, I just can't."

"Sure you can Mark, and you can do it in thirty seconds 
too, or I'll call your mom up here and have her stick 
four of her fingers up your asshole. You wouldn't like 
that would you. Boys your age generally don't like 
their mom's fingers up their asses."

The room spun, tears clouded his vision, but the 
nightmare wouldn't stop. Mark reached down and shove 
two fingers up his asscunt. He'd done that before lots 
of times when he jacked off, but never four, now a 
third worked its way into his rectum. It hurt terribly. 
He squirmed on the bed. He looked pleadingly at Mr. 
Black, He chewed his lower lip, He snorted and sobbed 
as tears clogged his nose and throat, and then he 
brutally shoved a fourth finger up his tight teenage 
asshole... stretching the corrugated pink pucker of 
skin. He grunted and shoved, the fingers went way in.

"Now with your other hand keep jerking off," Mr. Black 
said, snapping photos of the boy. Mark's dick started 
to get thicker, then it flopped and got stiff. "Great, 
let me see that hard-on, wonderful, show it to the 
camera, arch your hips up. Fine, you can take the 
fingers out of your cunt now. Now stand up."
Mark climbed shakily from the bed, his hard dick 
bobbing and swaying. He was breathing very heavily. His 
tight smooth tummy was sucked in. A sheen of sweat 
covered his pecs and his nipples were hard as little 
stones.

"You know Mark, I feel like a soft drink after all, why 
don't you go downstairs and get one for me?"

Mark reached for his jeans, but Mr. Black stopped him. 
"No, Mark, go for it bare assed naked, just like you 
are, and don't lose that hard on."

The boy's eyes grew wide and his mouth opened in 
soundless horror... finally he found the words, "But my 
Ma's downstairs, she'll see me."

"Not if you are very clever and very sneaky, and you've 
only got two minutes, so you better hurry." Mr. Black 
took the barrel of the automatic and pushed it into 
Mark's asshole. Choking back sobs, Mark unlocked the 
door and went out into the upstairs hall. His mom was 
watching TV, so he ran passed the open living room 
doorway and into the kitchen. He snatched a coke from 
the fridge and scurried back, his balls swinging, his 
cock flopping, his bare feet feeling alien and strange 
on the hall steps.

"Mark, is that you?" His mom's voice rang out. She 
still watched the TV, but she yelled over her shoulder.

Mark's hunky teenage body froze on the stairs. "Eh, 
yeah Mom, I'm getting a coke, Mr. Black was thirsty 
after all." He bounded up the stairs and into his room, 
sweat spraying from his naked body, dripping from his 
scrotum and ass crack. He stood there, back against the 
door, holding the coke at arms length for Mr. Black.

"I changed my mind Mark, you drink it."

"I don't wanna," the confused boy muttered.

"But I want you to, What you want from now on is 
irrelevant. I tell you what to do and you do it, its as 
simple as that. Now drink the coke." Mark drank the 
coke.

"Can empty? Good," Mr. Black smiled. "Now piss in the 
coke can."

Mark frowned. His cute teenage face looked darling that 
way, all pouty and worried. He took his teenage prick 
in one hand and put the dickhead to the hole of the 
coke can. Then he closed his eyes and concentrated. Mr. 
Black took photos. At last, a trickle of strong yellow 
piss sprayed from the boy's rather large pisshole. The 
trickle turned into a stream, filling the can with 
piss. Mark studied his own pissing prick with a look of 
pathetic depression. The piss stopped.

"Very good Mark, now drink it."

"Oh God, Mr. Black, sir, do I gotta drink my piss?"

"Yes Mark, you 'gotta. Smart assed teenage boys like 
you should all be turned into toilet mouthed piss 
drinkers. Keeps a boy in line, Keeps him humble. You'll 
soon get used to the taste of piss, don't worry. Its an 
acquired taste, I'll admit. Now drink."

The piss was still very warm, almost hot. It tasted 
sour and bitter all at once. 
Mark gagged as he gulped down the foul urine. At least 
it was his own piss.
"Now come kiss me Mark, I want to taste your piss on 
your lips." 

The big man wrapped the naked teenage boy in his arms 
and kissed him long and deep. He force his tongue into 
the boy's mouth. He explored cheeks, gums, tongue, 
throat, he slopped spit into the kid's mouth. Mark felt 
very sick to his stomach, but dared not protest. Then 
Mr. Black pulled back and spit right into the boy's 
face five times, huge gobs of snotty spit. "You are 
nothing but a little cockpig Mark, you have to learn 
that. You have much to learn. I see there is a little 
ledge outside your bedroom window, Open the window and 
crawl out onto that ledge."

"But its freezing outside, its snowy and icy and, and, 
and..." the boy became wracked with sobs.

Mr. Black slapped the boy's bare ass. "Climb outside 
now." Poor Mark opened the window, a blast of frigid 
air charged into the room. The shaking boy climbed bare 
assed out onto the tiny roof ledge , his feet growing 
numb at once on the icy roof tiles." Mr. Black closed 
the window and then left the bedroom to explore.

He returned five minutes later with what he had been 
seeking. Mrs. Wess was still watching TV downstairs. 
Mr. Black opened the window and the half frozen boy 
almost fell into the room. His hair was stiff. and his 
dick was shrunken. His teeth chattered and his lips 
were blue. he was muttering incoherently, half tearless 
sobs, have chokes.Mr. Black threw the handsome kid onto 
the bed.

"Crawl under the covers and get warm, I'm going to 
undress to fuck you. Mr. Black stripped quickly and 
silently, folding his expensive clothes and setting 
them on a chair. Mark, who thought he was going to die, 
couldn't help but stare at Mr. Black's huge thick, 
throbbing massively erect dick and gigantic swinging 
nuts. 

Oh God, he could never take a cock that large up his 
ass. Mark cursed himself for fooling around with sex, 
swore he would stay off the internet if only God got 
him out of this mess. But God was either busy elsewhere 
or else jacking off at the sight himself. Mr. Black 
approached the bed, gigantic prick swinging like a 
baseball bat.

"Don't be surprised if you think you're being ripped to 
shreds, I haven't fucked anybody yet who hasn't almost 
passed out from the pain, some have fainted. But boys 
much younger than you have ridden this dick and lived 
to tell about it. You see Mark, what you have to learn 
is that the essence of life is fucking, sex is the 
center of everything, its all that matters, every 
single day, getting ones rocks off is the only concern. 
And finding new and degrading ways to do it is the 
fun."

Mr. Black stripped the covers back from the still 
chilly bare assed boy on the bed. Mark looked up at the 
dark haired man with the huge dick.

"I'm going to fuck you now, and the only lube you get 
is your own spit, so get up here and lick my dick."

Mark had licked dick a few times, he wasn't scared of 
the act, but he was scared of this man and his giant 
prick. The smell, the texture, the heat of the 
throbbing fucktool were enough to make Mark's head 
spin. Pre cum drooled from the big pisslips that opened 
and closed like a tiny mouth. The balls rose and fell 
in their heavy skin sack of their own volition, like 
living things. 

Mark licked the dick stalk, tracing a vein, and he 
couldn't help but feel some excitement, perhaps Mr. 
Black was right, perhaps he was a pervert. He swiped 
his teenage tongue up and down the dickstalk, down to 
the base where the nuts began. With his mom sitting 
just downstairs, this fourteen year old boy was on his 
bed licking a man's dick.

"That's enough for now, Cunt, on your back, legs spread 
and raised, I want to see your face when I fuck you, 
don't close your eyes and look at me all the while. You 
want might have to scream when I first shove my 
cockhead in your pussy, so I got a pair of your fathers 
dirty underpants for you to suck on to stifle the 
noise. I'm sure you'll be able to taste the sweat from 
your dad's prick and balls in the cotton material."

Mr. Black shoved the under pants into the kid's mouth. 
Then he hoisted the boy's legs up onto his shoulders 
and placed his huge drooling cockhead right on Mark's 
puckered asshole. It would never go in, it was too 
fucking big, the boy was too fucking small. But Mr. 
Black was not deterred. He reached down and fingered 
the ass pussy, wedging the hole open, shoving the 
cockhead against the sweet pink pussy flesh. 

Mark groaned and sucked on the underpants, tasting his 
dad's dick. Sex, sex was everything, cock was 
everything, he was a cockhole, a cumdump, just like in 
the stories. He was going to be Mr. Black's dickditch. 
But the fucking cock wouldn't go in, Mr. Black grunted 
and pushed, the cockknob bent and slid away from the 
fuckhole. In frustration Mr. Black jammed two fingers 
into the asshole and spread them apart. The boy sobbed 
into the dirty underwear.

"From now on boy, you sleep with a carrot up your ass 
every night, you hear? Within a month, I want you to be 
able to sleep with a cucumber up your hole. This is 
fucking ridiculous, I've fucked eight year olds looser 
than this. Now, he jammed his dick into the hole next 
to his fingers, He used his hand to guide the cockhead 
into the stretched fourteen year old boycunt. 

Mark bucked and twisted on the bed. His head turned 
from side to side, sucking noisily the sweaty 
underpants, his blond hair snapping around his sweating 
face. His eyes were twice the size, silently pleading 
for mercy. Mr. Black thought only of getting his cock 
in the tight little shithole. He squeezed his dick and 
forced half an inch in the rectum, then an inch, then 
all at once the entire cockhead plopped into the 
asshole. 

Mark let out an unearthly grunt that sounded more like 
a burp, and for a second his heart stopped beating. He 
almost went into shock, but Mr. Black who was an expert 
at such things, slapped the kids face and brought him 
around, then he shoved two more inches of thick dick 
into the quivering asshole. 

Now Mark breathed in tiny gasps, snot running from his 
nose into the underpants which were soaked with the 
boys spit. Mr. black reached up and twisted and tugged 
at the boy's nipples to keep him alert. Then he shoved 
more dick in.

It seemed to go on forever, the dick going deeper and 
deeper until at last he felt it in his intestines, 
stretching his guts from the inside, he felt his 
stomach ache like when he ate to much, But he knew it 
wasn't food, it was dick bloating him. he felt the big 
leathery scrotum on his ass flesh, and then Mr. Black 
started to fuck. 

He drew the big dick almost all the way out, until the 
boys inner ass lining was turned inside out all pink 
and raw looking, and the asshole opened like a flower, 
and then he rammed the swollen prick deep into the boys 
guts. 

Marks head pounded back against the pillows, his jaw 
worked like someone in a seizure, the underpants fell 
out and spit sprayed from his lips, drool ran from the 
mouth down his chin onto his neck, his slender boyish 
neck, to pool on the pillow. Mark's eyes rolled back in 
his head, he could feel the dick growing inside of him 
forcing its way up through his body until he was 
certain it would come out of his mouth.

Slam! Slam! Slam! The prick pounded into him, the balls 
bounced on him, Mr. 
Black bounced his big muscular naked body onto the 
boy's lean smooth frame. The boy's legs were bent back 
so far they almost snapped, Mr. Black fucked him like 
this without stopping for ten minutes. Twice more the 
kid faded away, and twice more Mr. Black brought him 
around with harsh slaps to the face.

"I want a boy alert when I fuck him. I want him to feel 
every thrust of my dick." Mr. Black hissed and pounded 
balls deep into the teenage ass again.
At long last, after forever, after the land of pain 
turned into the land of numbing forgetfulness, after 
doors closed in the mind, and the act of fucking became 
a ritual of stuffing more and more dick, endless 
lengths of dick into the twisted insides of a little 
boy, not just turning him into a girl, into a fuck 
slut, but turning him into a mindless cumdump, a trash 
heap of swollen intestines and raw slop lined canals, 
at last Mr. Black came. At last he shot his load. With 
his dick still embedded in the boy's ass he lay on top 
the kid and whispered in his sweat slick ear.

"Now my boy, you are going to get dressed and we are 
going to go down and tell your mother the good news, 
you qualify to model for my company. But because you 
need to travel to us, we wont use you until summer. 
Until then we will install cameras in your room so we 
can continue your training via a live TV link up. You 
will be watched at all times. You will obey my every 
command. I also have spies in this city who will watch 
you at school. Are you listening asshole? 

"Your entire day every day will be controlled by us, 
your days will be filled with fuck training, your 
nights with cock discipline, by summer you will be a 
mindless fucktoy. We are trying something new with you, 
this internet and live TV training, if it works think 
of it, we can have thousands of boys all over the 
country, turned into groveling sexslave cockwhores. 

"What are you waiting for, get down there and lick your 
ass slime off my dick and balls. After a cock is kind 
enough to fuck you, you always clean it off with your 
mouth, its the least a little slut like you can do. You 
are going to have so much cock in your mouth boy, that 
you will permanently taste dick all the time. Every 
night with the cameras watching you, you will work on 
stretching your asscunt, you will work on your tits 
until they stand out like sowtits. 

"You will pump your prick until it grows to its full 
potential. When your parents are gone, you will bring 
girls and boys up to this room and fuck them and get 
fucked, with the cameras watching. You will bring old 
men up here from the rescue mission and suck their 
dirty unwashed dicks, you will learn to drink piss and 
eat shit, you will learn how to properly eat out a 
man's asshole. You will attend school, but your real 
school will be Mr. Black's sex school, so when summer 
rolls around, you will be ready to star in some really 
hot videos. 

"You will be bare assed in this room at all times, you 
will sleep bare assed, and sometimes you will invite 
your dog Davey to sleep with you, so you can get extra 
friendly with your doggie, a boy and his doggie, a cute 
site. Does that make you sick baby, make you want to 
puke? Well, that's just the beginning, we've got lots 
of games to play, a well rounded boy should try 
everything at least once. 

"Feel that? I'm scooping the cum out of your ass with 
my fingers, and I want you to lick it off my hand. 
Remember Mark, the dirtier the fuck, the better it is, 
and baby nothing is too dirty for you."

Mark, dazed, confused and half out of his mind, sucked 
the fuckslop off Mr. Black's fingers. He had better get 
used to the taste of cum, sperm, spooge, he was going 
to have it every day from now on. A steady diet of 
dicksnot down his teenage gullet. Poor Mark Wess would 
never be the same again. And this was just the start of 
his adventures. And all because he got on line with a 
friend of Mr. Black's.

The end. Write to me at maipenraikhap@msn.com this 
story is fondly dedicated to the real Mark Wess, enjoy 
and dream of what may come.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison system.
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Kristen's collection - Directory 29