He’d been caught! He had no way out ... Damn! Standing face to face with the huge behemoth that was Herbert Hobson! Ex-military and gym teacher, now retired!
“Sir, please let me go. I’m only a young lad. I don’t know the difference between right and wrong!”
“Sure as hell son you shoulda thought about that before you came sniffin round in a man’s backyard!”
Suspiciously coy, the delinquent pursed his lips together in a nervous disposition. The assertions made by the man were indeed correct. Why had he tried to steal his prized gnomes? Turns out they were carbon copy fakes anyway, so it was all for nothing!
“Yep, ol’ Rufus here never seen a pish posh garden show in his life! Let alone a razzle-dazzle auction. I picked him up from the ‘Buck n tuck’ store for a dollar ninety-nine, haha!”
The big burly man took a hold of the boy’s neck. His face beamed a distinguished crimson, one of anger and threat!
“You ever seen a scat movie, kid?”
The boy shuffled, attempting to escape his hold. Yet it was utterly useless in the tight grip of such a mammoth entity as Herbert!
“Er, whaaaatt, Scat? I don’t know what that is!”
“You sure gonna, boy!”
He was as delicate as picking a daisy in the field as he thrust him over his shoulder. The boy kicked out pathetically as they went towards a door at the bottom of the pen that looked like something out of a horror movie! Gulp!
"Mr. I can do anything you want. I got money, you need money?! My poppa is a doctor. He can give you what you want!"
“Haw, haw, haw, you truly are a dumb punk kid, ain’t ya?”
He responded in a humourous tone. Rather like the prospector in toy story 2! Evil and all! Turns out going into a box like Jessie and the donkey was not a far cry away from what he had planned either!
“Kid, if I wished for money, I would have asked for money! No, what I want is you! Your sweet little sunshine cake ass and that sweet little fairy cake mouth! Mmm, you my tender little puddin pie! Time for Herby to mix some nice gravy up insides of you! Ain’t that so Buckaroo!”
As they descended the steps, pictures of the darnedest and cutest boys adorned the walls. Creatures of purest form, Adonis’s, to say the least. One had markings on his face like that of face paint, camouflage, concealed from the world, born anew. It was brown.
The boy knew not the faintest of what was happening. His head was a whirl. He had gone to topsy-turvy land!
The air was thick with soot and smog, sulphur inspired, putrid, gross and consuming! Big, butch Herbert was used to it. He slung the boy over into what could only be described as a chicken coop, or a very large one at that. He rattled the door shut after and locked it in place.
It suddenly went dark and quiet. Not with a whisper or scratch of even the daintiest mouse could sound out. The boy’s heart raced as fast as a rabbit in the headlights.
Herbert crept towards an old TV set. It was like something from the 90s. It had a dual VHS combo beneath. He pressed the play button and an old vintage film reeled.
The boy’s eyes lit up. It was ‘Scat Attack’ but he didn’t know it yet. It was one of the most extreme vintage scat films to come out of Mexico in the early 90s! Apparently, the actor in it agreed to the ‘pig toilet’ scene, but it was always just rumoured.
Herbert hauled his great bulk of a body down onto a chair that was placed just left of the coop! He fetched a cigar from his pocket and, after lighting it, let out a big groan in anticipation. He was already swelling in his loins. He was horny as fuck!
A young Mexican boy of about 19 appeared on the screen. He was held at both his wrists by two older gruff men who walked him to what appeared to be a man made hole in the floor. They shunted him forward. He lost his stepping and fell right in. In haste for the event, he let out a screech in his predicament. The camera zoomed in, capturing his expression. That of dread!
The boy grimaced as the scene unfolded. He rattled the bars to the coop, but to no such avail. Herbert laughed. He adored toying with the fragile mind of an innocent, yet cocky youth! This was a lot of fun alright!
Back on the screen, the beautiful, young Mexican lad cowered and brought himself into a ball like position. His arms and hands wrapped round himself tightly. He’d agreed to his, right? He was getting paid!?
Suddenly one man barked at him to lie spread eagled. He was naked, of course, his little weiner all shrivelled and small like that of a snail retreating into its shell. On either side, 6 men came into the frame. They were completely naked. They squatted down so their asses and assholes had the perfect aim to shower the boy with what was to come. Then the lights dimmed and a spotlight above the boy came on!
Our little gnome stealing imp knew not where to look. His eyes, we’re poisoned! He watched in disgust as 6 large Mexican men began shitting all over the boy in the hole. He had never even imagined such a thing existed. He was rather the innocent coward when it came down to it. The shit was thick; it was heavy and log after log cascaded down upon the Mexican cam slut. He was instructed in Spanish to keep his wailing to a minimal. It sure was one big heavy peppering of shit.
But hey this was ‘scat attack’ he knew what he’d be letting himself in for. Worst still was the sudden piercing notion of what Herbert may have in store for him, just like it! Abject fear spread inside his mind at the idea. Surely not, surely it wasn’t to be? Yelp!
The itty-bitty boy, eyes bulging like a fat wallet full of cash, gazed in abject horror at the screen as more men took to shitting on the boy! Big Herbie Hobson had other ideas in mind! He wished to shake it up a bit, give the joy of another angle. He stood up and fetched up inside an old wooden cabinet!
“Sure as Annie, we ain’t gonna be watching the musical Annie, boy! Not one iota! By endz of your time here you gonna be wishin you was a little orphan to tell truth! With no mamma n no papa to console yar little hearts!”
The boy grimaced and rattled the cage with both hands. A huge vase fell off the top of a unit just next to the side of him. It split into a hundred pieces, with its contents, dimes and quarters sprawling all over the floor.
Hobson stepped back, he put his face upto the cage,
“Now look what you gone and done! That vase there’s been an old family heirloom for generations! Ma great Grand pappy boughts it back from Indonesia after the Boer war! You jus gone an offended a war hero in spirit, not to mention the price value of such a beautiful piece of art!”
The boy shook like a nervous little jitter bug! He was Pinocchio in his cage with nobody to save his sorry little ass! Everything and all of a terrible physical energy rattled and encapsulated its way through his lithe body. Like a witch possessed with a potion. A piercing viper, headstrong in the onslaught, pouncing upon its vulnerable target, the wrath of a serpent. A sinister and unduly sense of darkness enveloped him. Oh no!
"Help, help, help!" he balled out in rabid aggression. Yet it was to no sweet avail. They were well protected in the depths of Hobson’s dungeon!
“That’s 2 things you have offended my honour with now, kid! I think another vintage viewing is in order. You thought ‘Scat Attack’ was hardcore, then think again. You ever been privy to underground Japanese scat pornos!? Hell, they truly are the monsters for humiliatin a couple o’ bozo punks!”
He ejected the film to the boy’s salvation, acting as a momentary glance of fortitude! Before the film reeled, Ol’ Herbie took his pants down in one swift movement! His big dick, gigantic, popped out and being at half mast bowed to him, almost winking in passion!
"Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit! I got a real hankering to take a leak. Haw haw haw! It like aunt Sally making a fresh fruit cobbler n all!"
He sent a wicked spray of rancid, yellow piss all over the boy’s face. He took extra special care in painting his rosy chops with the acrid urine! It sure a fun!
"Ohhh, it smells just like chicken soup! Just perfect for the boy in the chicken coop! Haha!"
The boy knew not where to shuffle. It was too late by now, as what was gallon after gallon of ripe piss reigning down on him!
“Open your mouth and take the last drops, pretty boy! You are lucky I didn’t make you drink the whole darn lot! It is cruel of sorts! I’m not a monster, you know!”
He did his best, that cute little tongue as soft and as pudgy as a pillow stuck right out! A golden cask of what was once beer enriched his tastebuds! It was horrendous, yet fortunately for him, Herbie shook the last remnants off from his mammoth shaft. Then the film began.
A jumble of incoherent Japanese voices could be heard. The screen was black but beneath the translation written for our kindly American viewers wishing to understand what was happening!
“Ugokanaide kudasai! Ugokanaide kudasai!” A strong, gruff Tokyo accent commanded. The literal translation was "Don’t move, don’t move!"
2 spritely eyed little Japanese twinks were on their backs, legs folded to an almost vertical degree, and held in ankle cuffs by chains that came down from the ceiling! Being such porous and agile little things meant their flexibility was perfectly akin to preparing them!
They had ball gags in their mouths to shut up any whining that may escape in the procedure. It was an industrial warehouse, somewhere in a seedy down-town location in Tokyo! It was much understood that westerners were never to be involved in the secrecy of Far East porn flicks! No, it was the bread and butter they liked most. High honour was paramount in the ceremonial initiations of full-blooded Japanese males only!
A man with a surgical mask on and a nurse's apron came into lense. He had a can of shaving foam and a side medical plate with a razor and some luke warm water! He shook the can and then let squirt out copious amounts of the substance right onto the naked, exposed bottoms of the pair of unfortunate souls! Right over the tender, soft as velvet cracks, the surgeon began delicately to shave all over. He glided up and down either sides of the cheeks. He did so in a methodical fashion, every so now and again tapping the instrument into the dish of water to relieve any excess foam and hair he had collected! Japanese twinks already because of lack of testosterone after years of being exposed to soy foods, naturally had much less bodily hair than western male counterparts. Yet, as it may, the subjugation of their senses needed to be enhanced by turning their sweet little pussy holes into fresh as strawberry nodules! After all, it would make it even more inviting for the main course that lay ahead!
Not long after, the surgeon finished. He poured over a couple of jugs of water. He then took a towel and thoroughly wiped dry the asses of the two boys. He made sure he got right between the cheeks to make a perfect show of sights for the viewer of two prettily shaven Japanese tushes! He then took a set of tweezers and the camera swooned inwards so one could clearly see the beautifully shaven rose buds of one boy. He want finished, not at all!
“Ke o nukanakereba naranai!” He stated with a chuckle. This translation meant, “Have to pluck the hairs!” he continued under his breath and said “Ichiba no sushi no yō ni shinsen” which hilariously, in light Japanese humour, wrote in a subtitle as ‘fresh as Sushi in the marketplace’
Herbie let out a loud howl at this! He huffed and puffed on his cigar once more as he balled into laughter. Yet now he was gripping his Star Wars Death Star sized dick as he went! It pulsated in the darkness! The dark side unleashed!
Some authentic Japanese music rolled, and the camera at this focal point swayed to the front, a sight to behold in the expressions of the pair of emasculated twinks! They both had short, cropped black hair. One of them had an earring in that gave him a faggy little queen look, whilst the other had his hair tied up top in a bun, with a mini pony tail going backwards. It had been fun enlisting them into accepting parts in the deranged porn. The producer, Mr. Yakizaba, had said he wanted a straight actor and a homosexual one. It would, as he imagined, set a little more garish tension into the act. A power struggle of sorts. Would the homo boy be more receptive? Would the straight one hate it! They had agreed to such a lewd piece of art being created. They were both poor and were desperate for the money. Everybody was happy! It was underground, to say the least, certainly compared to the utmost lameness of American productions.
Our boy, by now, was thinking seriously how on earth he would get out of this situation. Could he offer the monstrosity of Herbert a deal breaker!? He’d tried the money card already, so would escape at some point be his only vantage point! Not likely. The bars in the coop were bolted onto the floor. Right now, he was a sitting duck! All he had were his thoughts, his terrible thoughts of fear. Yelp!
Part 2 of the film reeled! The scene opened with the camera panning upon the two naked specimens on a matt in a doggy style position. Their cool as a cucumber, bums were directly in opposite of one and other. Mr. Yakizaba had informed them that for the best laid plans, they would not need to be restrained. After all, for what lay ahead, a good bit of bodily jostling and swaying would be a necessity to bring the act to pass!
Just prior to the day, he had instructed them to eat a rich diet of spinach & high fibre cereals! They knew what they’d be doing, they just didn’t quite know how it would play out. A director knew that ‘setting a tone was beneficial’ it allowed thought and reason to develop. He knew that a humiliating moral dilemma of an extra bit of spice would be a concoction one needed to be expansive. A bit of fear of unknowingly what was to come went a long way in creating such a sordid and splendid affair!
Behind the camera, a gallery had been built. Several Japanese men sat talking and chortling with one an otter! It was quite the spectacle! Then the lights dimmed, all was quiet at that moment a degenerative energy emitted around the room! Both hearts of the boy’s was one of anticipation! Both their asses had been prior lathered in baby oil, just as though they were cattle at a meat market, or sex slaves in the Roman Empire ready to be sold.
At once the narrator began, he said in passion “Makisushi e yōkoso” literal translation ‘Sushi Rolls!’
A round of applause rang out in the room, much to the dismay of the pair of freshly shaven twinks on show, who gritted their teeth in adrenaline soaked anticipation.
With that, a long, transparent cylinder tube made of Perspex came into view. A man with a mask on put the end of it right up next to the nostrils of the boy with the ponytail.
“Nameru nameru” he commanded. This meant, “lick, lick” in English. He thrust his tongue outwards and wetted the end of the cylinder. He ran it in and around the ends as though it were a chocolate dream egg and he was getting the fondant insides. Yet there was nothing there, which didn’t give too much of a kink vibe. Yet that was the purpose. Mr. Yakizaba, in jumbled Japanese, clarified that each boy was to make love to the instrument that would defile them. Doing so before, and after the event, would enlighten their spirits and make them thankful for their journey. A wondrous piece of inanimate equipment beheld the connection between their physical states and their emotional ones. It would bind them both into degrade and servitude, it would be as an anchor to make them and destroy them, simultaneously.
Meanwhile, another masked man had lathered up the earring clad twink with lashings of lube. He didn’t care for delicacy one bit, and it wasn’t long before he had four fingers up in side his tight hole, prodding and plying as he went, creating a well-oiled boy pussy was his aim!
“Anata wa geidakara mondainai” scrolled across the bottom of the screen! Our favourite boy in the coop was distraught as he read, “You are a gay boy, so no problem.” He came to the distasteful conclusion of what very well may take place! Vice versa, he was given the licking duty whilst the other boy had a handful of gelatinous-goo slapped upon his own pretty little shitter! This time and with laughter from the gallery, Mr. Yakizaba said ‘Anata wa sutorētona otokonokonanode ōkina mondaidesu’ translated too ‘you are a straight boy, so big problem’
He had been told prior by the slut to be that he had never even entertained a pinky finger up his cunt! Yet he needed the money so badly. He’d turned to drugs and a lower end faction of the yakuza gang had said unless he paid off the debt he would have his hands chopped off. He really had no other choice than to offer himself up! Either that, or never again would he ever be able to wank! How terrible, indeed!
Herbie was salivating at the mouth. Saliva dripping down the sides. He was in ecstasy! Our boy felt polarised meanwhile, shocked at the images which lay before him on the screen.
Now that both the boy cunts were sufficiently drenched in lubricant, the time to come was now! The pony haired one, being straight, had an awful experience when the fingers went in, as you can imagine!
"1 and 2, buckle your shoe, 3 and 4, fingers some more!"
Subtitled on the screen! It was certainly a humorous tale, to say the least. Mr. Yakizaba had a keen eye for detail. A good bit of comedy, wrapped up in salaciousness, always gave grace to a great production! You just had to be innovative sometimes.
The two of them, both in unison, yelped as the hollow, transparent tube made its way to either ends of their dainty holes! On either side, two masked men began instructing them to ‘relax their cunts’ Imagine having not only a dildo for the first time being thrust up inside your newly de-virginised boy hole, but a hollow tube instead! The edges sure hurt tenfold! It was a tricky endeavour to say the least! After about five minutes and perpetual moans and groans to match, the men had got the phallic object to fit in place.
It was an abundantly wondrous sight to behold! To gorgeous, Japanese twinks, writhing and moaning between one and the other as they tried their hardest to accommodate the massive tube up their once clean as a whistle bumholes! Perspiration painted their skin!
“Ahhh, ohhh, mmm! Nooo, ah, ah, ah” emanated around the room. The gallery was in gasps at the folly of the two boys' very precarious predicament. The tube was held upright just enough as the two of them were ordered fiercely by Mr. Yakizaba to bear down!
“Down twinks down! Bear down you pair of scat sluts. Allow the pressure to melt up insides of you, hold it in, do not dare to evacuate.”
It was a stunning scene, and for five minutes the two heavily conjoined twinky’s writhed like little mermaids as the rest of the room gazed on in excitement and glee! There sure were a fair few hard Japanese man-cocks in the room right now! Just amazing!
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