The Boy
The boy lay there in the centre of the stained mattress on the floor of the run-down house in a seedy part of town. The men milling around the seemingly young naked boy, their lustful grins betraying their intentions, all waiting their turn. They needn't worry – they would all get to play with the boy and after them more would arrive.
The boy was used to being used by men – he attracted the sort that liked their 'meat fresh and sweet'. He was, admittedly, no longer fresh but his 'boicunt' still looked and tasted 'sweet'. The men would take their pleasure on him – fucking him, seeding him and then leaving him to the next man.
He had been held in the house now for 3 days, subject to the non-stop attention of such men. From men not much older than himself through to old men. He'd had to take them all, had to take their seed in his boicunt or down his throat. His boicunt was open and leaked a constant rivulet of cum, his belly full of man spunk. He was now beyond caring.
This was not the boys first experience as a pimped out whore. It had started when he was younger when he'd met "The Man".
The boy had always known he was gay and over the years had had men. Taken in cars to quiet spots and fucked, fucked in toilets, occasionally fucked in some mans bed. He loved being the centre of attention - loved the feeling of a man wanting his body and using it.
He seemed like Peter Pan – the boy that never grew up. He was slight, shorter than other 'boys' of his age. His body was hairless, he never grew pubic hair, his boicunt never obtained that fuzzy fur. While his contemporaries raced through puberty into manhood, he stopped. Now that pre-pubescent look held him in good stead.
The Man had picked him up at the local bus station where he preyed on innocents. He thought the boy was another of them and looked forward to what he thought was going to be taking his virginity. He'd tempted the lad into his car and then into his bedroom. It was there that The Man discovered the boy had already been 'broken in' - his cock had slid into an already cum laden boicunt. He didn't mind though and enjoyed the thought he was still fucking a youngster.
The boy could tell The Man 'enjoyed' him and he responded well to the attention he was given. That first time he opened his legs to The Man he used every trick he had learned, exciting the man beyond belief and The Man excited him. He became addicted to the man fucking him, to men fucking him.
The boy knew The Man had friends who enjoyed 'young meat' and encouraged him to invite them to join them. At first it was one or two other men – selected form a small group. They were all men in their 50's and 60's, some married others single. The only thing they had in common was their desire for young bare flesh.
The first time been two other men in their 50's, both married, both playing 'Daddy' to their 'Son. The boy wondered if they had their own sons ans were living out some deep rooted fantasy. No that he cared - he lay and just opened his legs to them. He was to find out later that it was no fantasy.
That first afternoon had proved a long one - the men having taken 'supplements' to retain their erections. He had lain there and been subjected to a constant round of fucking by the three men, flooded with copious amounts of cum. He loved it and told The Man so.
Another session followed on soon after – again older men, again 'Daddy' to his 'Son'. again heavy loads of cum from each of them.
Slowly the circle of men expanded and the ages now varied. Sometimes a mix of men, sometimes all older, sometimes younger. The boy decided a mixture was his favourite and encouraged The Man to arrange slightly larger sessions. He now seemed to be in constant demand - again he loved it.
Word spread about his talents and he was asked to 'perform' at gatherings. Some were, being honest about it, just a case of older guys taking pleasure en masse. Others were more specialised, used for some specific purpose.
His first 'specialised' role turned him on more then the normal run of the mill fuckfest he'd engaged in. He was to be the 'first' fuck for some of the younger members of the group. Up until that point they had all been like him - bottoms. They were all 19 or 20 and were now ready to fuck themselves.
The Boy was taken to another members house, to a room specially set aside - a play room. Its walls were adorned with pictures and photographs of various debauched scenes, downlighters highlighting each one. The only furniture was an expansive bed and a sling.
The boy was lead in, naked, and placed on the bed. His body arranged ready and 'inviting'. His legs were spread, his boicunt already lubed, his own dick hard in anticipation as the first of the lads entered the room.
The boy shivered in excitement as a 19 year old 'lad' came through thee doorway. Up until now he had only seen the lad flat on his back, lying under men fucking him. Now he stood there - his cock projecting out a good 8". being rubbed and smeared with his own precum. He looked hesitant somehow until the boy let his fingers wander to his own boicunt and he started to finger fuck himself. The lad now climbed onto to the bed and between the boys legs. The boy acted out his role begging the lad to fuck him, to breed him - just as the lad had done himself before.
The lad jabbed his dick into the boy's opened boicunt. The boy yelped in pleasure. Inexperienced as the lad was, he was also a bit 'rough'. The thrusts were hard, deep and rapid. The lad seemed almost possessed. The Boy now seemed to experience real pleasure, urging the lad on vocally. He begged the lad to fuck him, to rape his boicunt even. The lad grunted and roared as he fucked the boy until he finally pumped his load at the deepest point.
After breeding him, the lad thanked the boy.
He was gone and the next was escorted in and the door closed.
He was moved from the bed to the sling over the course of the session. The bedsheets stained with youthful cum, a pool developing under the sling. The boy just lay back and took every cock and every load form every lad.
What none of them knew was that as soon as the door closed, and the two of them were alone, the cameras sprang to life. Each and every fuck, each and every breeding was recorded. The Man and his partner in crime now made money out of The Boy, selling DVD's of the session.
The Boy had no qualms about being filmed or even the footage sold on DVD. All he ever wanted were the cocks and their cum – as he had done from that very first fuck in the back of a van.
He'd been on a bike ride, the trail running past a view point and its car park. There was one solitary van parked right at the back of the area, almost hidden from passing traffic under the trees, its tinted windows hiding the inside from sight. As he rode slowly past he could see what appeared to be a bare chested man sitting in the van. He was probably 30 odd The Boy reckoned, a very hairy chest, shortish dark hair, he smiled at The Boy. The Boy smiled back as his bike came to a rest a few yards away.
The drivers side door opened wide and The Boy could see that not only was the man bare chested, he was totally naked, his hand moving lovingly slowly up and down his dick. The boy had seen other cocks before, kissed some, sucked some, but this one was somehow different. It seemed perfectly formed, perfectly in proportion to the rest on the man. His own now started to swell in sympathy pushing out the front of his shorts.
The man stared hard at the boys crotch now seeing the boy go from flaccid to semi-hard and then tenting his shorts. He looked the boy in the eyes, smiled, ran the tip of his tongue over his lips - all the time caressing his dick. He watched intently as the boy slipped his hand under the waistband of the shorts, at first rearranging himself then, like the man, slowly stroking his dick.
The man got out of the van slowly fully displaying himself to the boy. He closed the door and moved to the side of the van opening the back door and climbing back in. The door left slightly open. The back of the van was not as it appeared from outside. There was a long padded bench seat on one side, doubling as a storage box, two seats at the back and in the centre of the floor a mattress. The man was no delivery driver or such, the van was his own mobile sex den.
The man could see the boy approaching very slowly, very casually. He was now lying on the mattress as body angled to show his sturdy dick and his hairy arse. He played with his cock - stroking it, caressing it, pressing the head between his finger tips. He let out a long quiet moan as the boy got closer. He had been aroused since he had woken up and he had edged himself ever since. The lust coursing through his body fro the boy was irrepressible, a lust that needed to be satisfied.
The boy saw the man beckon him, to get in the van with him, to close the door. As the door slid closed behind him he gazed down at the man and his cock, longing to suck it, taste it, feel it unload in his mouth. He peeled off his clothes joining the man n the mattress.
The man was excited at the sight of the boy - the smooth body, the hairless crotch, the hairless hole he suspected. What intrigued him though was the size of the lads dick. It was now at full hardness and seemed out of proportion with the rest of the young slender body. The uncut appendage was at least 7", seeming larger when set against his youthful body.
The boy was soon on his knees adoring and worshipping the mans cock and balls. The smell and taste of the man was intoxicating, his own now literally dripping precum.
The man had the boy scoot round so they could 69. He was fascinated by the boys cock. His attention though was soon drawn to the hairless arse and, as he now discovered, hairless hole. he loved his lapping tongue from the boys balls up to exciting hole. It was a hole crying out to be fucked - as it no doubt had been countless times before.
The boy gasped and moaned in delight as he felt the mans tongue circle his hole, probing. His hole suddenly dilated and the man took his chance - slipping his tongue just inside. The sensations the boy felt lead to the first word spoken "Oh fuck.... Oh fuck...." The man realised the boy loved having things in his hole and proceeded to tongue fuck him then sliding a finger into the boy.
There were high pitched cries, yelps, moans, groans from the boy as the man worked his hole. The boy had never felt anything soo good before. He pushed his hole out and hard against the invading tongue and fingers. "Oh Yes! Yes! Yes!" he moaned over the mans cock as he pleasured him. The fingers had found 'that spot' and were now working it. The boy almost screamed out at the intensity of the feelings running through him. He orgasmed over and over again without his cock giving up its cum.
He was overcome by a strange feeling, an urge boiling up inside him. He knew man fucked - he'd witnessed it so many times. He now knew that need a man gets to feel a dick n him, the carnal lust growing inside of him now, he too wanted the mans dick in him.
The boy was like speed lightning as his mouth left the saliva covered dick and he straddled the mains waist. Without a word, he took the mans shaft in his hand and loved the head rapidly to his already wet hole. He was impatient now as he slid he head over his hole, locating the dilated hole. He squatted down, pushed his hole over the head.
The mans eyes shot wide as he felt the tightness of the boy start to engulf him. The boy had surprised him as he lowered himself. He looked up at the boy, saw the loo on his face, heard the the boys obvious pain. He guessed the boy hadn't taken that many cocks after all. He now took the boys waist n his hands and they started to fuck.
The boy as n real pain, in agony as he rode the cock down to its toot. He knew however that he had to do this, had to feel the mans cock inside him, feel the hardness of it stretching him.
The man could feel his balls boiling, he had to cum. The whole thing was so unexpected so arousing. There had been no talk of fucking, no thoughts about rubbers or where the boy wanted the mans cum. Now, lost in the moment, the boy rode bareback and the man drilled his spunk deep into him. The boy instantly responded as his own dick jerked and let out the largest load he had ever cum. The boy continued to sit on the dick until finally the man softened and fell out of him.
They lay there, the scents of spunk and sweat pervading the air, the man and boy breathless, panting. The boy looked at the spunk smeared dick, caressed it lovingly then leaned over and kissed the man "Thank you" he said. Like a bolt out of the blue the man realised what had just happened.
The Boy relived every minute of that first fuck as he now lay in the sling being service by an 18 year old student. The sturdy cock was the last of the 7 'new' tops that bred him that afternoon.
When he met The Man it was he that brought the men to him, he no longer had to go searching for cocks to fuck and breed him. Then there was a fortnight when the man was away - on holiday in the Canaries. The Boy's 'supply' dried up and he went back to one of his old cruising grounds.
He'd already been fucked over a picnic table when a couple of guys approached. They were obviously looking to fuck him - one already had his zip down and his cock ready. The Boy lay there on the table telling the guys he was already lubed with that "special spunk lube". He felt the Sharpe jab on the mans dick into him and heard "He's right! He'll do!". The cock was pulled out of him and then he was yanked off the table and manhandled into a transit van parked close by.
The next thing The Boy knew was he was being pushed into the room he was n now with its soled mattress. The men pushed him back onto the bedding and stripped off in double quick time. The Boy might not like look of the surroundings but he certainty did like the look of the two dicks presented to him. He spread his legs fast, showed his already filled hole: "Come on then guys - Fuck me!" "Oh, we are gonna fuck you boy! Boys like you need a proper man to fuck you" one said.
The Boy was soon taking the mans cock in him. He was rough and vigorous, not lie other fuck he'd had. The man didn't even shoot his load but pulled out to let his mate take over. His mate was bigger and rougher. The Boy started to cry in anguish. The guys just laughed.
The first guy disappeared as The Boy took a pounding, returning with two other guys, equally naked, equally hard. Fear ran through The Boy now. He felt the second man shoot his load and he was quickly replace by one of the two new men.
The Boy had taken all four of them when the door opened and a gang of about 5 walked in. They highfived The Boys abductors and then started to discard their clothes too. Those 5 all fucked him too, all depositing their spunk in him. All five having their cocks cleaned afterwards.
9 Cocks had fucked him, 9 loads of spunk lined him. Hos hole truly gaped and leaked out its contents, joining the evidence of the past use of the mattress. Many boys just like him had been used and abused on the mattress - fucked into oblivion by countless men. The room and the mattress were just as much stars in the videos as the men and boys fucking.
The room had been the setting for drug crazed sex-fests. The boys enticed into it, other men already there, naked and horny. The boys were introduced to poppers, then, as the clouds filled the room, they were persuaded to us other stimulants. Soon the boys had turned from young innocents to sex crazed whores. All they cared about was another hit, another high, another cock.
The Man was not really on holiday. He was sitting in another room in the building – one he owned. He had tired of The Boy, wanted to move on to fresher meat. This film was to be The Boys swansong.
The Man had carefully planned, organised and executed The Boys last adventure. He had the room, he had the boy and he had a string of men always willing to fuck youthful bodies. It was just the simple case of bringing them all together. He wanted to make THE gang-bang film.
He needed more men. He put 'discrete' adverts on sites on the Darknet, on specialised web sites. He'd put up short video clips of The Boy being fucked and 'invite' men to join him - at a price of course. All the men needed to do was supply a picture of their erect dicks. There was no discrimination over age or race. All the men had to do was prove their credentials. The response was massive.
Soon The Man had a very long list. His plan of a one night fuckfest expanded. Now he had enough guys to fill three days and planned accordingly.
What had begun with those 5 lads now turned into a constant stream of naked men wanting to take their turn on the boy. He was fucked in every position imaginable, every combination imaginable. The Man recorded the merciless double fucking of The Boy, every yelp, every scream as The Boys hole was ravished. The Boy was punished.
As the days progressed The Boy was constantly fed poppers and other stimulants keeping um awake and craving dick and cum. He no long cared about size or age just so long as it could fuck and breed. By the end of the third day he was being used as a quick cumdump for the local young punks off the street and that’s where he ended up.
The Man re-enacted a scene from a book he once read. Instead of some two-nit whore, The Boy was dumped in the back of a car on some waste ground, naked and ready for use. Now he took any passing cock.
The Boy was found the following day. His once 'fresh' hole was now a raw cunt – sore, open and for ever draining out cum. The medics could do nothing for him. The Boy died there, on the back seat of the wrecked car, in squalor. His 'adventure' over.
