The other contests were for us… who could cum the most on a slut’s face, who could fuck the longest without cumming, and who had their slut best trained on arrival… that last one didn’t involve actual sex, but instead was about making your particular fuckmeat crawl around and bark like a dog and do various gross and degrading things like drink piss and lick the other boys’ asses for them and fuck themselves with whatever appropriate objects we had handy… beer bottles, pieces of kielbasa, wooden sticks.
I wouldn’t say he was exactly happy to suddenly find himself choking and gagging as a strange man forced a nice big hard throbbing cock into his mouth and throat over and over again, and he certainly wasn’t thrilled by his first experience guzzling sperm, but he gulped most of it down anyway without even being told he had to.
His yelling turned into one long drawn out high pitched scream as I rammed my dick up into his guts, interrupted only as I grunted and thrust hard again, then one more time, driving my dick further up him each time, until finally I was buried to the root in his hot tight velvety smooth vise of a boy cunt.
I could tell you how Princess and Punk stayed under the table all day Sunday while we played poker and just sucked cock all day long, moving from one person to the next, and how they must have both swallowed a gallon of cum that day, or how Mike got aggravated with Cookie Monster because he just wouldn’t stop crying whenever someone fucked him, so he cashed out of the poker game and fucked the five year old four times over the next two hours, forcing Cookie Monster to clean his cock …
After I finished pissing and Punk finished up draining my dick down his throat, I gave him a break, which meant putting him to work, but with no butt sex, for the next hour or so, sweeping a year’s worth of dirt out of the cabin, unrolling the mattresses on the bunks, spreading our big double sleeping bag out on one… Punk would be used during the day by all the guys, just as I’d use their contributions to the weekend fun during the day myself, but he’d sleep with me… and finally, hauling buckets of water from the pump outside to fill up the big wash tub so he and I could take a bath.
But adult survivors of childhood emotional abuse who awaken to the truth of their damaging childhood, and strive to do the opposite of what they have been taught will NOT emotionally abuse their children. I loved Punk, but Hole had these sweet little blue eyes that he’d flutter up at you, looking so innocent as he sucked your dick, yet doing it with a better technique than a 30 year old Denver prostitute.
Black Hole would be black, of course, because Randall is a real red neck and he gets off on fucking black kids (he says ‘all niggers love to suck dick’ and is determined to prove it; I’m not wild about his language or attitudes, but we try to emphasize what brings us together… a mutual love of kiddie sex and rape… rather than what sets us apart).
After the third time, as he sobbed and whimpered like he was going to die, I’d given him a few minutes, then slapped him a couple of times to get his attention, and when I had it, I’d told him that I’d take the …
I kissed Punk’s mouth gently and said Daddy loves you too, baby, even though you are a worthless cum hole.” Then I pulled one of the old wooden chairs over in front of him and got up on it, to bring my cock to his face level, since I didn’t want to untie him yet.
Punk still wasn’t happy taking a dick up his ass, but orally, he was pretty well exactly what I wanted him to be. Holding his hips, I jammed my own pelvis forward hard, trying my damnedest to bury my cock in Punk’s tight asshole in one thrust. She has the long, unrelenting, topsy-turvy journey ahead, where every bad round will hit hard and every criticism will feel like a personal attack.
Sure, I’d chloroformed him and kidnapped him right out of the alley where he was playing behind his house, and raped the ass off him all the way across country to Wyoming, but you still had to figure he’d been pretty scared, left strung up naked by his wrists to the central support beam in the cabin’s one large room while I drove the truck 30 miles 50 km back into the nearest town to get some chow.
Getting your cock up nearly anyone’s ass is a matter of increments; you wedge your dickhead in and slowly work it upwards against the usually tightly clenched sphincter. This let him get his mouth low enough that he could run his tongue around my cockhead, but he couldn’t get any further south; after licking at it desperately for a few seconds, he looked up at me piteously.
Does my little cocksucking girlie boy want daddy’s dick in her mouth?” I teased him. A crime against nature; kids that pretty should be shipped off to a special …