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Innocence Lost - 12
by Tim S. (no address provided)

***

The joyful loss of innocence of a boy due to the actions 
of his best friend, his father and others. Earlier parts 
of this store may be found in directory 32. (Mm, ped, 
inc, orgy)

***

Now let us discuss the wonder that was my fifth birthday 
that, if you read the last chapter, you already know it 
took place a few days later. My parents threw me a 
little party and invited all of my (three) childhood 
friends. Jimmy was present, of course, and two other 
kids that I grew up with, but it was very boring and I 
distinctly remember the clown cake making me nauseated. 

My real party was thrown by the members of my "extended 
family" and was a bit more interesting. Bob and Jimmy 
hosted the event at Vance's house, so he was in 
attendance as well. Of course Bear showed, as did Steve, 
Frank, Ed and his son James, Dr. Joe and a handful of 
others. I had requested that it remain a small group 
consisting of my favorites from all of the men I had 
met, mostly from my first party. 

Oh, and Bear brought along Stick as well, since most of 
the group wanted to see a repeat performance by he and 
I, but this time live in front of them. I had no qualms 
about this and was looking forward to it in a twisted 
way. Bob told my parents that it was going to be another 
trip up to his mother's house, but they only agreed to a 
one night stay this time, which is why we had the party 
at Vance's closer to my home residence. None of the men 
seemed to mind and Frank even closed down the porno shop 
that night so that he could attend and film the event. 

The party itself was scheduled for Saturday, but for me 
it started during the day on Friday with the usual good 
cleansing enema rituals. Bob had gotten me some and I 
hid them in my room. I would wait until my mom went 
downstairs to do some laundry and then it was straight 
to the bathroom to flush myself out. One time my mother 
almost caught me, so I told her that my tummy was upset 
and I was having diarrhea, as Bob had suggested. 

He knew that my mom would give me some medicine for it 
that would also slow my bowels, and she did. I still 
enjoy the use of enemas and sometime don't really have 
that "not so fresh feeling" unless I'm clean both 
outside as well as in. I spent the night at Bob's house 
so that we could "get an early start" on Saturday for 
the drive to "Jimmy's grandmother's house." In reality, 
it took only about thirty minutes to get to where we had 
to go. 

Bob insisted that I only eat popcorn two days prior so 
that when the kernels started to show in my stool that 
we were close to getting me completely cleansed. I ate 
over at his house so my mom wouldn't be suspicious. We 
didn't mess around that night as we were all saving 
ourselves for my birthday. 

In the morning, I "douched" twice again and got a plug 
inserted before we drove to see Vance, who had requested 
our early presence the next day to help with the set up. 
Once there the clothes came off, as Vance was still a 
bit of a nudist and I at once decided to join him. Bob 
and Jimmy were a bit reticent to follow my lead, but 
when I told them that it was my birthday and that I 
should get what I wanted, they complied. 

We laid out the mats on the floor and placed the 
appropriate swing near one of the circles and Bear had 
even been kind enough to transport down my rack, which 
was set up on the opposite side of the circle. And I can 
just imagine the looks a child sized leather rack drew 
being hauled all of the way down here in the back of his 
pick up. 

I had asked if we could just skip the whole circles 
thing, since I felt it too confining and wanted to be 
able to have fun wherever I was. Since it was going to 
be such a small group of only trusted friends, Bear, as 
my daddy, agreed to my request. We also prepped the 
food, drink and drug table and when we had finalized 
everything, Vance suggested we all go to his parlour for 
some drinks or whatever before the men started to 
arrive. 

Bob and Jimmy had their usual Jack and coke, while Vance 
offered me something called a Long Island iced tea. I 
had never been to Long Island before, but I've got to 
admit, they made excellent iced tea and I was feeling 
it's effects in no time. We all snacked some, but I 
stuck solely to the popcorn, as Bob had recommended. 

When Vance decided to make himself a Martini, I had to 
try one of those as well, but didn't find them quite to 
my tastes. The Margarita was ok and the strawberry 
Daiquiri was awesome. During this time, Vance, of 
course, broke out the smoke and soon there was a lovely 
haze settling over the room. About an hour before the 
scheduled time, Bob told me that it was time to go 
upstairs to finish "getting ready," which meant the real 
good flushing, and started to get up, but Vance waved 
him off, requesting that he be able to help me this 
time. 

Bob agreed and so it was Vance who led me upstairs to 
his luxurious bathroom. He hung the bag filled with warm 
water and oils and I assumed the position. He hooked me 
up and let it flow. After the third time, I was coming 
out clean, but Vance insisted that we try it a few more 
times to be sure. I didn't argue. 

When it was time for me to empty, he climbed in the tub 
with me and sat down behind me and told me to push it 
out as hard as I could. When I did it warm clear oily 
water coated him and he immediately got hard. Now, don't 
be mistaken, he was already turned on this whole time, 
but when I coated him with my evacuant, he really got 
excited. Different strokes, I guess. He looked so sexy 
with his hairless body and his bulging muscles 
glistening with the oils that had squirted out of me 
that I wanted to plop down on his cock right then and 
there but good sense won out and I decided to wait. It 
took one more flush and subsequent spraying one him 
before Vance decided that I was clean enough. Then he 
inserted a large plug before telling me he wanted to 
give me one of my presents. 

"But Vance, you're already letting me use your house and 
providing the food and stuff, so I don't need a present 
from you" is what I should have said. But hey, I was 
five years old. Of course my response was "Gimme!" or 
something along those lines.

"Well, this isn't your unusual present, Timmy. It's 
something special, all of the way from China and it took 
a bit to get it here for you. I just want you to 
understand how special it is before you feel let down." 
he told me. You know parents usually say something 
similar before they give you clothes, so I was already 
feeling let down. 

Then he guided me to his room where he produced a small 
oil lamp and a large pipe with a bowl shape at the end. 
He lit the lamp and pulled out a small pea-sized blob, 
which he put in the bowl. He had me lay on my side on 
his large four-poster bed and brought the lamp close to 
the bowl. "Go ahead and smoke it. It will help you relax 
and feel no pain."

"What is it?" I asked.

"Just trust me. It's called opium and it's one of the 
oldest drugs on the planet. They've been using it for 
hundreds of years, and it's really hard to get a hold 
of, but I thought you might like some since Bear and Dr. 
Joe won't be able to inject with any "H" this time. 
Actually the "H" is made from this stuff. And you liked 
that, didn't you?" I nodded. "So go ahead. Bear knows 
and has already said that it was ok with him. We just 
have to keep it secret from Bob, ok?"

"OK." I told him and took a deep puff. I held it like I 
do when we smoke the other stuff and surprisingly didn't 
feel like I had to cough, like I sometimes do whenever I 
smoked. I laid back on Vance's pillows and let the opium 
have its way with me. I started to feel very relaxed and 
kind of happy. 

"Smoke some more." Vance said to me and I did. He was 
right. It was similar to the feelings that I got from 
Bear's shots, but there was no pain involved, which I 
liked. I soon felt as though I was floating and then the 
doorbell rang. My birthday guests were arriving. Vance 
called down to Bob to let everyone in and guide them to 
the basement because I wasn't quite ready yet. Bob 
called up to see if we needed some help, but Vance told 
him that we were fine. 

"Go ahead, Timmy. Finish it. You're going to like the 
feeling it gives you." Of that I had no doubt. I felt 
kind of sleepy and completely content. They could have 
brought a moose up here to fuck me right now and I would 
not protest in the slightest. Off in the (mental) 
distance I heard Bone's friendly yelps and realized that 
my daddy had finally arrived. He came upstairs to check 
in on me.

"How's my boy doing?" he asked me, then to Vance he 
said, "How's he doing?"

"Fine. He seems to like it. Look, he's doing it on his 
own now." I had rolled back on my side to relight the 
ball of goo and puffed on it until it was all gone. Bear 
had a big smile on his face and said,

"Good. He should have some fun tonight. I'm going to let 
everyone who's interested to try and fist him. I doubt 
many people will decline."

"Put me on the top of that list." Vance said. When I was 
done they had to help me down the stairs, lest I fall 
and guided me to the basement room. There was only about 
a dozen people in there, but they were the ones that I 
had hand selected because they either fucked well or 
looked sexy or even just because I liked the way their 
cock looked or felt. I started floating around the room 
and greeted my guests and thanking them for coming as 
they went about making drinks or doing their drugs of 
choice. When I saw Bone tied up in a corner, I went 
immediately to him and nuzzled my face in his furry 
neck. 

He remembered me well and was very excited to see me. 
His red bullet shot out in seconds. When I noticed it I 
rolled him over on his back, rubbed his belly while 
plopping my ass on his face and aimed my mouth for his 
pointed pecker so that we ended up in a sort of 6(K)9 
position. Bear stopped me before I was able to get him 
into my mouth and lightly pulled me away.

"Humans first. You'll get to have him while everyone is 
resting between your performances." he said to me. He 
always treated these parties as though they we shows or 
plays. Each part of it was an act or scene, with 
intermissions in between so that the men could 
recuperate. It was kind of weird, but it broke the 
parties down into manageable sections so I guess it had 
some merit. He guided me over to my age-appropriate rack 
and a couple of guys strapped me in. 

The group started to gather around me with lust in their 
stares. "Some announcements, gentlemen. First, per 
Timmy's request, the circles are meaningless tonight. He 
would prefer to be available to everyone at anytime, no 
matter what is going on." There was a collective cheer. 
"Second. For tonight only, Ed wants all to know that 
James is not available." A small "aww" emitted from a 
few mouths. 

"He says that it's Timmy's night, so he should be the 
focus of the activities. But, he does want James to have 
some fun, so James will be a part of the group that gets 
to fuck Timmy. Get it? James is not a catcher tonight, 
only a pitcher." A little laugh. 

"Next, Jimmy is also off-limits for the same reasons, 
but Jimmy has a very key role in the festivities. He 
will be filling a glass with all of our contributions 
tonight. Every drop that we push into Timmy will be 
collected for his refreshment later on, since he keeps 
telling anyone who will listen that he love to drink 
cum, we will give him a big glass of cum to down." 

A few "oo's" and "ah's." Lastly, you may notice the 
wooden pipe that Vance has on display on the table. This 
is a very special blend of smoke that is only to be used 
by Timmy. It's one of his birthday presents from Vance 
and is completely off-limits to all," Bob looked at Bear 
and Vance suspiciously, and you call all probably guess 
what was in that pipe (marijuana wrapped around a ball 
of opium). 

Anyway, that's it for the rules and I want to thank you 
all for coming to help my son celebrate his fifth 
birthday the way he wanted it done. But, I have one last 
request. As my "adopted" son, Timmy here has been quite 
kind to all of us, and I want him and us to truly enjoy 
this. So with that in mind, I made sure that he didn't 
get too stretched out today. I preferred to watch it 
done by all of us. 

That being said, if you would all be so kind, I would 
like us to have him by order of size, that way we all 
get to see how tight his ass hole can really be. You 
know, so someone like me doesn't totally stretch it out 
before some of the smaller guys get a crack at him, you 
know what I mean?" The guys milled about for a little 
bit, comparing dick sizes and what not before forming a 
proper line of sorts while still positioning themselves 
to all get a good view at the show. 

James, being only about fourteen headed up the line, 
while Vance and Bear, being the ones with the most girth 
found themselves at the very end. Jimmy assumed his 
position by my side, holding a large margarita glass to 
catch all of the jizz that oozed out of me. The thought 
of my future drink of choice in such potentially large 
quantities aroused me somewhat. He was also to be in 
charge of the lubrication and possible "fluffing" 
duties, should the need arise. The latter need was not 
really anticipated, but was appreciated all the same. 

James stepped up with his teenaged cock pointing right 
at my hole. Jimmy applied a bit of lubrication to it and 
it slid right on in. He groaned at the sensations that 
my hole gave him. Sadly, he wasn't old enough to have 
learned any dick control and blasted quickly into me. I 
could feel the lip of the glass press against the rim of 
my hole, ready to catch whatever came out. I kind of 
pushed as he pulled out, forcing some more jizz out with 
his cock. I would continue to do this for each of them, 
as I wanted to ensure that the glass got as full as 
possible. 

As soon as he was gone, another took his place inside of 
me and, as Bear had hinted to, I could feel my hole 
stretch out a little bit which continued with each 
progressively sized man. After about the third guy I 
noticed this glowing feeling starting in the pit of my 
bowels that grew with each load added. After the fifth 
guy, the cum was starting to flow from me, as I was 
getting to be so full with their man juice. The cold rim 
of the glass occasionally touched my inflamed hole, 
which gave me little shivers each time. I was in heaven. 

There was nothing wrong with this. Nothing wrong with 
the world as long as this gang bang continued. Each cock 
a little bigger, each load squirting further inside of 
my soupy little hole. Ah, it felt so good. More and more 
of their cream filled me and concurrently, the glass. I 
would have quite the cocktail awaiting my thirsting 
mouth when this was all over. The glow was now expanding 
to my chest and soon encompassed my whole being. 

Dr. Joe, Ed, Frank, Bob and several others passed 
through my sphincter and now, with Steve the stretching 
was becoming quite noticeable. I was full by this point, 
both with cock and cum, but they just kept going. I 
could feel Steve's foreskin opening and closing inside 
of me like a jellyfish and I was grateful to Bear for 
recommending this. It felt amazing, especially with the 
opium coursing through my veins, taking away all of pain 
without dulling any of the pleasurable feeling that I 
was getting. It was quite simply amazing. 

Steve filled my bowels and slowly pulled out with Jimmy 
scraping the cum off of his rod with the glass, ensuring 
that it all got inside. Vance's thick meat was next and 
he decided to take his time and slowly slide into me, 
enjoying every fold of my bowels. Steve had given me a 
bit of a stretch, but Vance tore me. I could feel it the 
moment my sphincter could take no more and the sudden 
pop that accompanied it's tearing, which allowed Vance 
to slide in much further all of a sudden. 

Again, there was no pain to go with it, just a 
wonderfully delicious fullness sensation that rippled up 
my nerves as each ropey vein rippled inside of me and 
ignited the pleasure centers in my brain. I was in sheer 
ecstasy and I still had my daddy, Bear to go. I thought 
about how he would make me feel with his thick, 
throbbing probe just as Vance's cock struck my prostate. 

This forced out a squirt of warm pee cum from me that 
splattered on my chest and belly and flowed down my 
sides. Vance was thrilled by this and pumped me harder 
until he couldn't stand it anymore and he erupted inside 
of me. He stayed there a minute and milked out all of 
his cum with his hand so that I could be sure to receive 
every last drop before he pulled out. Slowly the 
sensation of emptiness enveloped me before I felt Bear 
knocking at my back door. This was going to be a 
challenge. 

Every other time with Bear I had already been stretched 
out to my limits with the butt plugs. This time it had 
not occurred. I was taking Bear raw as possible and it 
was like a cripple trying to walk without their 
crutches. Sure, the other men had stretched me and their 
glorious fluids lubricated me, but it was not like it 
had been before. The head of Bear's massive tool pressed 
against my dripping hole and stopped. My rectum held 
firm, trying to bar his entry. 

Don't mistake this for hesitancy on my part, however. I 
wanted Bear, oh, how I wanted him, but my body was 
unsure of how it was going to be accomplished. Bear's 
wasn't. His engorged meat was hard as iron and was 
trying to force its way inside. My small body lost this 
war and finally, gratefully opened up to this new 
invader. In one fell swoop, Bear was halfway into me. I 
gasped. It literally took my breath away. It felt so 
good! My body stretched and reshaped itself to 
accommodate his large size as it touched every 
centimeter of my colon at the same time. 

But still it marched onward and inward tickling my 
sphygmoid in a matter of seconds. Again, my form adapted 
to allow for his presence. But he did not stop. Further 
and further he forced it past the 3/4 mark, slowly 
making its way deeper in me. I was at the limits of my 
ability to adjust and knew that soon he was going to 
have to stop. I expected him to do so, but he was not so 
inclined. Now he was as deep inside of me as ever, but 
he was not satisfied with it.

"Somebody pop him. I'm not stopping this time. Not until 
I'm all of the way in." My eyes bulged out at that. He 
was finally going to fully penetrate me, come hell or 
high water. My brain and body argued over the 
feasibility of this act. My body said no, but my mind 
was in no state to listen. All it knew was that this was 
feeling great and it wanted more. Before the fight could 
be resolved, though, I heard a familiar crack and 
smelled the vapors of an ampule behind held under my 
nose. Oddly enough, though, this time I did not lose 
consciousness. 

I was in no place to complain and was practically 
knocked senseless by it, but still awake and aware of 
Bear's actions within me. I couldn't speak. I couldn't 
react or resist. All I could do was just lay there and 
take it. And I did. All of it. I could feel him driving 
deeper in me. It felt as though he was straightening out 
the S-curve that my bowels made. Deeper and deeper he 
went, seeming to flow inside of me. He wasn't forcing it 
so much as keeping the pressure up and letting nature 
take its course. I felt him go past any of our previous 
attempts at this. 

I felt the head of his cock entering place previously 
untouched by another person. Again, no pain accompanied 
this. Just a glowing pleasure that enveloped me as I 
enveloped him. I felt warm. Comforted. I knew that there 
should be pain. I should be screaming my head off. But 
why? Not when it felt sooo good. Something suddenly 
tickled my hole. A few seconds later I realized that it 
was Bear's pubic hairs. We were almost there. I was 
almost fully penetrated by him and his enormous dick. I 
silently begged him to do it. To finish it. I wanted to 
feel his balls resting against my ass cheeks. 

"Just do it, Bear. Just push it the rest of the way in." 
I silently screamed. I guess he heard my mental commands 
because he did just that. He gave himself a good shove 
and finally- finally he was fully seated inside of me. 
We were there. Fully bonded as father and son in a way 
few could ever experience. His sack touched my tender 
skin and I was in ecstasy. I was still paralyzed at this 
time, at least physically, but mentally I was orgasming. 

I was moaning and writhing in my brain in a way I never 
had before. My body reacted to it. I heard one guy cry 
out, "Look! He's cumming!" And I was. Thick jets of 
white, sticky cum shot from my small, throbbing prick. 

Jimmy quickly got up and collected it into the glass, 
rubbing his finger in the pool that he had missed and 
making sure to transfer as much as he could to the large 
pool of DNA that was already in the glass. I saw him 
sneak a taste of it for himself and I let it happen 
without complaint. As I was still practically comatose, 
there wasn't much that I could do about it, anyway, now 
was there? Bear waited patiently for my orgasm to 
subside, but cheered me along. 

"That's it, son. You like it, don't you? You can feel 
it, huh? Feel all of me in you. You like that, don't 
you? Yeah, I know you do. Ah, yes, son, ah, shoot it. It 
feels so good to have you shoot that load while I'm in 
you. All done? Good, because it's my turn now, boy. Take 
your daddy's cock all of the way inside of you. Ah!" 

When I was done that is when he was just getting 
started. He pulled out a bit and slid it back in, 
slowly, oh so slowly, making sweet love to my little boy 
ass. It didn't last long, though. The making love 
quickly progressed to humping and finally, full on 
fucking. I felt his full nut sack slapping against the 
small of my back with each of his mighty thrusts into 
me. Harder and harder he pounded against me, making his 
prick go a little bit deeper each time. He held firmly 
onto my hips and slammed his groin against me. 

I could hear the wet slapping noises our bodies made as 
they came together. I could feel the juices run from out 
of me as he plunged my hole and the impact of our 
collisions rippled through my body. Louder and harder it 
got. Bear growling in his pleasure. "I ain't never got 
inside anyone else like this, boy. Ah, god, it's so 
good. So fucking good. Fuck yes, son, take all of it. 
Take it. FUCKING TAKE IT!!!!! AH!" But it wasn't "ah" 
that he really said. 

In reality, he roared. He literally roared as he shot 
inside of me. It was a sound that I've never heard a 
human being make before or since. It was so animalized. 
So primal. So dominant. He, of course, slammed into me 
with all of his might at this point and this was enough 
to rouse me from my stupor. My body had been through 
enough and forced action back into itself. I screamed. 
Yes, I'm ashamed to admit it, but I did scream. In pain. 
In pleasure. In sheer anguish over what was being done 
to my young self. It was agony. It was bliss. It was the 
highest high and the lowest low all balled together. But 
I liked it.

I felt his load as it ran the full distance from the 
base of his gigantic meat all of the way to the tip 
where it flooded me. Jimmy was there to catch it, of 
course, but I didn't think that any would come out since 
it was shot so deep inside of me. I thought that it must 
be shooting straight into my belly from that end. I felt 
that he shot it so deep that if I tried, I could 
probably taste it. And there was so much! He must have 
been saving this up for weeks! 

I felt it as it rippled through his hose and flowed into 
me. There must have been over a dozen good gushes so 
far, with no sign of it stopping any time soon. But, 
sadly, to all good things there must come and end, and 
such was it this time. Bear collapsed on top of my and 
we both hung there, "father" and "son" suspended by the 
chains, still joined together. It was definitely a 
"bonding" moment in more ways than one. Bear's turgid 
member soon deflated and shrunk within me. 

I felt it as it inched its way back to flaccid status. 
It kind of tickled. Finally Bear recovered enough to 
stand up and remove himself from me, leaving me feeling 
physically and emotionally vacant. And, as I predicted, 
no fluid escaped from my body. He had just shot it way 
too deep. Oh, sure, eventually gravity would help expel 
it from within me, but I preferred to keep it for as 
long as I could. It was my birthday gift, after all, 
wasn't it? And I had every right to keep it, if I chose. 

I could feel my bowels as they righted themselves back 
to their correct dimensions and positions. And I looked 
forward to taking a little break for myself after 
pleasuring all of these men. But they had other ideas. 
Frank and Dr. Joe extricated me from the swing where I 
had hung for so long and laid me on my belly over a 
triangular pad that put me in a doggie-style position. I 
quickly realized what for when I looked over and saw 
Bone, who was so excited that his doggie dick was fully 
exposed and he was pulling at his bonds to get to me. 

They held him by the collar as they untied him, intended 
(I think) to walk him over to me as calmly as they 
could, but he got free, ran over to where I lay and 
jumped on top of my back. Without so much as a lick up 
my ass crack to say "hello", he tore into me and thrust 
his way as far in as he could, essentially raping me 
with his throbbing, hard canine cock. Again I was 
fortunate that these men cared enough for me to bind his 
dew claws because he immediately tried to dig them into 
my sides. A cheer rose up from the group as soon as he 
was in and it didn't distract him in the least. 

I was repeatedly impaled on his rod as he hunched over 
and slammed into me over and over. I quickly felt his 
knot pressing against my hole, begging for entry and 
surprisingly enough, it wouldn't go in. One would think 
that after Bear and the rest of them I would be opened 
up enough to grant it access, but such was not the case. 
But this didn't dissuade him, however and he kept trying 
to force it inside. Suddenly, I had lost my glow and I 
started to experience some pain from all of this. After 
all it had been, what, a couple of hours since my last 
hit. How long had they been fucking me so far? I 
couldn't even begin to compute it in my head. All I know 
is that I wanted to feel good again. No, I needed to 
feel that way again. It had felt so good and I craved 
that sensation. I cried out for Vance and begged him to 
get me my smoke. 

"Ah, it hurts. Ah, make him stop. It hurts so much! 
Please, Vance. Make it stop. Make the pain stop! Give me 
some of the smoke. I need to feel good again." Vance 
immediately went to grab the pipe and light it up as he 
pressed the end of it to my lips. I inhaled deeply and 
held on to the smoke for dear life. Two more puffs like 
that and the glow started to form once again in the pit 
of my belly. Six more and it was all gone. 

Vance whispered to me that he would go upstairs and get 
me another present of it for me after Bone was done, 
because he had never seen anything like this before and 
wanted to witness it firsthand. I told him that was fine 
and he gave me a deep kiss. During my smoking, my body 
had began to relax and Bone's knot was gaining purchase 
inside of me. He hadn't broken all of the way in yet, 
but he was trying awfully hard. I let the drugs take 
control and next thing I knew, it had popped inside. 

I emitted a weak groan that sounded more like a squeak 
as it slid in. There was another cheer from the 
assembled group and I looked around at all of their 
smiling, happy faces and noted that Frank had his camera 
and was filming close-ups of my tortured hole. I saw 
pride in the eyes of Bob, Bear and Vance and I knew that 
I had done a good thing with this. I settled in and let 
myself be violated by this furry beast. 

The glowing once again enveloped my whole body as Bone 
pounded away at me, making little yelps and growls as he 
did. I was happy to know that I could please him just as 
well as I had pleased all of the other men. And it felt 
so good now. No pain again. Just that continuous 
pleasure. 

Bone tore me apart with his thrusting, constantly trying 
to get in just a bit more with each thrust. His cock 
felt a bit different inside of me than any of the others 
I had taken so far. I couldn't put my finger on what 
exactly it was, maybe due to the shape of it, but 
whatever, it just felt different. His knot felt so good 
as it pressed against the inside of my opening, warping 
its shape with each pull. Bone was getting more and more 
excited by his own actions and I knew that he was close. 

Finally he went and I could feel his hot doggie semen 
filling me. Over and over it shot into me, his knot 
making such a tight seal against my opening that none 
could escape yet. And I could feel it filling me up. It 
felt like a warm balm to my tortured innards. But, 
unlike the men, it wasn't enough to make him stop. 
That's one of the things that I liked about this. 

When he came inside of me, it just seemed to make him 
even more excited and pound me harder. He was very 
multi-orgasmic, like most other dogs. Not that I knew 
this at the time. I had only been with this one, all I 
knew was that I liked it. I relaxed the best that I 
could and let him take me over and over. In all I think 
he filled me a total of six times before he was sated. 

My bowels were absolutely almost overflowing with his 
cream, but none could escape just yet, due to his 
natural plug. He tried to get off, but of course his 
knot and my inflamed ass hole held him firmly in place. 
He hopped off of my back and turned around so that we 
were locked end to end. This made me emit a loud moan, 
since it made his price cut a 180 degree turn inside of 
me. God, I loved that sensation ever since Bob did it to 
me the first time we had fucked. It tickled just right. 
I don't know. It's just a damn good sensation that 
everyone should try at least once in their lives.

Fully sated now, Bone kept trying to extricate himself 
from within me, but to no avail. He started walking 
away, but all that accomplished was to pull me from my 
perch on top of the triangular pad and, due to my oily 
skin, pull me a bit across the padded floor. This 
elicited much laughter from the assembled group. They 
kept calling to Bone to make him drag me this way and 
that. I didn't fight it at all. It was kind of fun, 
especially with Jimmy chasing us with the cum glass and 
even felt good in a weird way, this bonding.

We were one body right know and no one could tear us 
apart. Not until his hardness subsided, anyway, which is 
what eventually happened. He was pulling me around the 
floor and I felt our connection start to slip a bit. I 
clamped down on my anal sphincter as hard as I could to 
allow this feeling to continue, but Bone must have 
noticed it himself because he suddenly stopped and gave 
one big tug. 

I felt a pop as he ripped himself out of me followed by 
a large gush of canine cum as it literally flowed from 
my gaping hole. Jimmy was there, seeing to his duties, 
but after a few seconds he called put for help. It seems 
that we had filled this glass to the brim with semen and 
it was threatening to overflow. I couldn't believe that 
so much cum had been shot into me and was now ejecting 
itself from my being. One of the men quickly brought him 
another glass and took the full one from him, being 
diligent to ensure that none escaped. 

He showed it to me. He showed me that large margarita 
glass filled with all of the collected semen from the 
group. My mouth watered as I thirsted for it. He made 
some snide comment about how they had filled me or 
something like that, which I ignored. Had he offered I 
would have taken that glass from him and downed all of 
the white creamy goodness that resided within it. Alas, 
he did not and instead he placed it carefully on a table 
where it would set until they had exhausted themselves 
within me and all of it had been collected for my 
drinking pleasure.

The men broke up into their separate groups. Some went 
for more drugs, others to the bar and some stayed to 
watch the next part of the show where Bear helped me to 
rise up and squat over the glass. He told me to try to 
push like I was taking a crap, which I did, wanting to 
please my daddy in every way my drug addled brain could 
muster. I pushed as hard as I could and soon felt more 
semen evacuating my bowels. It ran out in a long line 
and was collected by Jimmy. 

I heard his lips smack as he watched it fill this second 
glass. I knew he had the same thoughts that I did. He 
wanted to drink it down right here, right now and not 
wait for later. But, no. This was all for me, unless I 
chose to share some with him, which at this very moment 
I was rather disinclined to do. This was to be the 
"icing on my cake" so to speak and I was feeling greedy 
at the moment. 

I kept pushing, as Bear had instructed me to do and soon 
the loud wet farting sounds and the flow of jizz 
subsided. This glass was now about half full (or half 
empty, depending on your mind set) with man juice and 
Bear let me lay down on the floor, now feeling a bit 
emptier, but still glowing. I was facing the door to the 
stairs and saw Vance return (I didn't even realize that 
he left) with my pipe. He caught my eyes and gave me a 
little nod, acknowledging that he had gone upstairs to 
refill my pipe. I gave him a weak smile of gratitude. I 
heard Bear call out to Frank.

"Hey Frank, I don't think that he'll be able to hang in 
the rack right now. He's too far gone. You think you can 
make it work with him laying over the pad?" he said, 
nodding to the triangular pad that I had just gotten 
Bone'd on. 

"Yeah, sure. I can make it work in any position. You 
know that." Frank answered after he removed the straw 
from his nose. Now that I knew what that powder did to a 
guy, I knew that I was in for even more fun as many of 
the men were crowded around the table, taking turns 
using it. 

"Alright, gentlemen," Bear called out. "I know that many 
of you had a special request for a repeat performance of 
what you all saw on the movie. (They had all gotten to 
see my movie? Wow. I was a star now. I wondered how many 
other men have been able to see it.) So if you all 
gather around here, Frank will gladly give us all a live 
show."

The men all huddled around my naked form as it laid over 
the pad, forcing my ass high into the air. Frank was the 
last to join the group as he had to stop and grab the 
lubrications needed to make what was coming next work. 
The crowd parted almost in reverence as Frank passed by. 
He kneeled down behind me and began applying lubricant 
generously to his hands. I now knew what was coming. How 
I had not realized it before, I don't know. I guess you 
could blame it on the drugs. But the funny thing was 
that I felt this need. This craving to have it done. To 
feel the fullness that his hand being inserted into my 
rectum would give me. I wanted to be fisted. 

No, I needed to be fisted right now. I suddenly felt 
this empty sensation and knew that I needed Frank's hand 
to feel complete and whole again. I shifted myself so 
that I could rise up onto my knees and put my little 
butt even higher into the air, to allow for easier 
access.

"Look! The kid wants it!" some guy called out and there 
were murmurs of agreement and surprise. How little they 
knew. I didn't just want it. I needed it! I felt Frank 
apply three fingers to my backside and slide them inside 
of me. It felt good especially since I knew what was to 
soon follow. He worked them around inside of me, this 
way and that, trying to ensure that I was getting the 
full stretch. Soon another finger joined in. 

The cum that coated every inch of my bowels made the 
going very easy as he repeated the process of making 
sure that my muscles were fully dilated before I felt 
his thumb trying to enter as well. This was it. I was 
soon to feel as full as I'd ever have and I wanted it. I 
pushed with my muscles, trying to allow him greater 
access, just as I had been trained to do. He noticed 
this and push in as hard and as quickly as he could.

"Yeah, that's it, Timmy. Flex those muscles. You are 
such a good boy. You want this, don't you? You want to 
feel my hand in you? Come on, boy. Take it. Let me in. 
Come on. That's it. God. Open it up. Open that ass for 
me. Let me in." And I did. I let him fully penetrate me 
with all of his fingers and soon his whole hand was 
pressed into me. God, what a stretch. But it felt so 
good. So whole. He rolled his arm around and I could 
feel the knot that his thumb made running over and back 
inside my hole. 

It kept rolling over my prostate, this way and that, 
making me squirt a bit of pee cum that Jimmy didn't 
notice. I heard gasps of surprise and yells of approval 
as the men cheered Frank and I on. I relished the 
attention that I was getting. I was definitely the star 
of this show. Frank kept applying pressure, trying to 
see how far in he could go. I didn't care. Again, I felt 
no real pain. Just that glowing pleasure brought on by 
the opium. Hell, he could start punching my hole and it 
would not have made one lick of difference to me. "Damn, 
Bear, you really opened this kid up!"

"What do you mean?" was his response.

"Well, you never bottomed out in him before did you?"

"No. Why?"

"Well you dilated him all of the way in. I think I 
can..." At this point he pushed harder and deeper into 
me than ever before and I felt him slide in even 
further. Normally, when Frank had fisted me before, that 
is, my rectum would clamp tight around his wrist and he 
could get no further inside. This time, however, I could 
feel part of his forearm gaining access. "Yes. Shit! 
He's so stretched out inside! I can feel the fuzzy part 
of him. Damn! This kid's amazing!" 

Another cheer from the group. He continued the pressure 
and the pushing and at some point a groan emitted from 
deep within me followed immediately by another rush of 
cum from my throbbing little prick. I felt it shoot out 
all over my belly and slide down (Up? Whatever. Remember 
the position that I was in) to my chest. There was no 
real way for Jimmy to add this one to the collection, 
sadly, but at this point I really couldn't give a fuck. 

"Alright, Frank. That's enough." Bear suddenly said. 
"Alright everyone. Time to line up again, but this time 
by arm circumference. I'm going to give each of you a 
once in a lifetime chance. You can all take turns 
fisting Timmy if you want to." The loudest cheer yet 
from this assemblage of perverts and child molesters. I 
hadn't been in on this part of the plans for tonight, 
but if this was what my daddy wanted, then I was all for 
it. Besides, I was feeling too good to argue. I got very 
excited at the prospect of all of these men taking turns 
fisting me. God, what a pervert I had turned out to be. 

Of course, no one declined Bear's invite. They all lined 
up again, but this time instead of comparing cock size, 
they all took turns seeing who's arm was the biggest. 
Surprisingly, Bear wasn't at the end of this line. Sure 
his meat hooks were large, just like the rest of him, 
but actually it was Vance, with all of his rippling, cut 
muscles who stood all of the way at the end. He had arms 
like a baseball pitcher. Just thinking of Vance's arm 
penetrating me as deep as Frank gave me a shiver. Frank 
waited until the line was set before he pulled out of me 
and took the camera from the guy who was filming Frank's 
performance so that he could film this group fisting. 

"Damn, never seen anything like this before. Timmy, 
you're going to be a legend, kiddo. And I'm going to 
catch it all on film!" he said after kneeling down next 
to me. James, being the youngest, was again the first in 
line. 

"I've never done this before. How do I...?" he asked 
tentatively. Frank gave him a quick lesson and showed 
him how to hold his hand properly. 

"Just keep going in until it feels fuzzy. You're never 
going to get a chance like this again, kid, so enjoy 
it." Frank told him. And he did. In his inexperience he 
really pushed too hard and send me sliding on the floor 
a bit. Frank corrected him and soon James was doing it 
like a pro. His skinny little arm couldn't fill me like 
Frank's did, but what he lacked in stretch, he made up 
for in depth. He reached an area inside of me that Bear 
hadn't. I started to see dark spots in my vision and I 
think that I was close to passing out. That's how deep 
he was. And although it felt good for the most part, I 
was really in this game for the stretching sensations, 
so I was glad that before I lost consciousness, he 
pulled out and let the next guy in line have a hand at 
it. (Sorry, just couldn't resist that little joke.) My 
face was plastered against the floor padding so I 
couldn't see exactly who ‘s arm was in me each time, but 
whenever someone rubbed inside of me the right way, or a 
caught a bit of their voice that I recognized I would 
turn and give them a little smile of encouragement. 

Oh, I was in heaven, feeling these men and how different 
their arms felt inside of me. They all went as deep as 
they could and more than once the whole line had to move 
forward a bit to keep up with how I kept slowly skidding 
across the floor. Frank was capturing all of this on 
film and would get a nice close up of my gaping hole 
each time one man pulled out and before the next could 
get in. 

He'd even stop some of the guys whenever the gape looked 
especially good to him and coach me a bit. "That's it, 
Timmy. Just let it hang open like that. No! No, don't 
clench it closed. Just like that. Yes. Yes! Let it stay 
open." He even got Vance to go and grab a flashlight so 
that he could shine it inside of my open rectum and get 
a great shot of my innards. His words, not mine. 

Somewhere along the way, I started losing my buzz again 
and some pain crept back in. How I had gone this long 
without hurting even the slightest bit was a miracle. 
But when I commented on the pain the only response was 
Bear walking to the table to fetch my pipe again. I 
smoked it while the next man in line, Bob, stepped up 
for his chance. 

"Guess the tables have turned, huh, Timmy? Now I get to 
put my fist in you for a change." He was relentless, 
letting the sadist in him take control again. He was 
definitely trying to hurt me a bit and wanted to hear me 
cry out. But by then the smoke was kicking in again and 
all complaints of pain were forgotten. 

Now, don't you think that this was all a nice slow, 
controlled environment all of this time. Remember that 
these men were currently being fueled by cocaine and 
whatever else was pumping through their systems. Several 
men lost both their control and composure. Many were 
easily returned to some form of sanity by Bear or Vance, 
but others... Well others were forced to comply by 
whatever force was necessary. Sometimes this meant that 
things got physical. 

Bear flat out decked more than one. Two had to be 
forcibly ejected from the house when their behavior got 
too aggressive. Most men just had to be jacked off by 
Jimmy to allow them the opportunity to let their passion 
subside a bit. That was fine, it just meant that there 
was more of a treat for me, as their contributions were 
added to the glass. At no time during all of this was I 
scared, though. I knew that I was to be protected at all 
costs. My daddy wouldn't let anyone hurt me. And I was 
right.

Bob finally disengaged from me, somewhat disappointed 
that I didn't scream for him. And the line just moved 
forward again and again until it was down to just Bear 
and Vance. Oh, how I had looked forward to this. I had 
long wanted my daddy to try to fist me and now was my 
chance. I could feel the hairs that covered his arm 
tickling my worn out hole. I loved the stretching that 
he gave me. 

Sure, we had fully bonded earlier when he had finally 
bottomed out inside of me, but this was different. There 
was now this connection between us that I knew would 
never be broken. A bond of trust that only being fisted 
by someone that you love can instill in a person. A 
silent vow that I don't think words can adequately 
explain. Only those of who reading these words that have 
had this experience can fully understand what I mean by 
this. And for those of you who have not, I don't envy 
what you are missing.

Bear pushed in deeper and deeper into me, trying to feel 
my fuzzy spot. Wanting to be that man who had always 
penetrated me deepest and filled me the most. You know, 
that man that you remember for the rest of your life and 
think back to those moments fondly whenever you need to 
have one of those good jerk-off sessions. Well, let me 
tell you, my friends, he succeeded. Never before had I 
felt so full. It wasn't just a fullness of the body. It 
was a fullness of the heart, mind, body, soul and 
spirit. Simply put, I felt complete. I felt whole. It 
was a moment that I probably never experience again. 

In a way I regret that. That I'd had it so early in my 
life and now have to live for the rest of it feeling 
somewhat incomplete. But in another, I'm glad that I had 
the chance to experience it at least once. I felt Bear 
flexing his fingers inside of me. I felt each digit as 
it pressed against the walls of my intestines. Oh, he 
was putting on a good show that could only be seen by a 
series of x-rays or something like that. He kept pushing 
in and sliding out, making sure that I got to experience 
every little inch of him over and over. 

He kept making sure to rub and even pinch and squeeze my 
prostate every few thrusts. Oh, how good it felt. He 
kept getting me to the brink of coming again, but always 
backed off before I did so. But to all good things and 
end must come and this was no exception. When he finally 
pulled out of me for the last time, he stepped back to 
admire his "hand"y work. I was as gaping as I'd ever 
been and my anal blossom was now in full bloom. 

Of course, Frank was there to immortalize the moment. 
Bear got back down on his knees and licked the part of 
my rectum that had prolapsed. Oh, what sensation. A 
warm, tickley feeling on a part of the body that never 
(or at least rarely) gets a chance to experience such 
incredibly soft ministrations. When he finished he 
turned to Vance.

"There," he said, "he's all warmed up for you. Go ahead 
and finish him off." Vance smiled and immediately 
plunged his arm into me. His skin, being without and 
hair, was so slick feeling when compared to Bear's furry 
arms. Vance was able to slide in and out with little or 
no resistance or friction. It was like being fucked by 
the largest dick possible. All of the other guys, 
including James had at least some hair on their arms, 
but Vance was bare. I never found out if he shaved, used 
Nair, or what (but since I never felt any stubble in 
him, I'll have to assume that this was his natural 
condition). 

I felt each of the muscles in his arm flex and pull as 
he opened and closed his hand inside of me. Each one 
rubbed a different spot inside and created a different 
sensation. Open, closed. Open, closed. Half open, and so 
on and so forth. Finally he just stopped with all of the 
fun stuff and really started reaming my hole. He was 
almost literally punching me in the gut with his 
strokes. 

I was starting to go crazy. Yes, I still had that glow, 
but the way he was almost raping my ass hole with his 
arm was too much. Finally, and without meaning to do it, 
I straightened up and arched my back as far as I could. 
Vance didn't stop his attack. This just seemed to 
encourage him and he adjusted his body so that he could 
fist fuck me even harder. I was now practically doubled 
over backwards with my hard cock jutting straight out in 
front of me. 

"Get the glass!" Bear shouted and Jimmy dutifully put 
the cum filled container right where it needed to be 
just as I exploded. Vance kept at it, punching me as 
hard as ever, which just helped force my jizz out in 
stronger shots. One rope even ricocheted off of the 
inside of the glass and splattered back on my still 
shooting prick. 

"Oh, god! Oh, God!! OH, GOD!!! OH, GOD!!!! 
FFFFUUUKKK!!!!!!" I felt as though something exploded 
inside of my head, like some fuse had just broke. It 
didn't hurt. I was in too much absolute ecstasy for 
that. It was just one of those ultimate cum shots that 
every guy has every now and again. But this was my 
first. And it was the one that I will never forget. 
"yes." I said very weakly right before I left the waking 
world behind. 

How long I was down I do not know. What I do know, 
however, is that when I fully regained consciousness it 
was to a rhythmic movement that I quickly recognized as 
some man fucking me. I was so stretched and worn out 
that I really couldn't even feel his prick inside of me. 
When I tried to open my eyes, all I got was a bit of 
chest hair in them. I quickly blinked them out and 
repositioned my head so that it wouldn't happen again. 
That's when I came to the sudden realization that I was 
lying on some guys chest as his dick slithered in and 
out of me. I wanted more. 

I wanted him to kick it up a notch. I wanted to be able 
to feel him inside of me. To be able to enjoy the 
sensations that I was supposed to be feeling. I tried to 
speak, but the words got stopped somewhere between my 
brain and my mouth. I tried to tell him to fuck me 
harder. To make me feel it. But I just couldn't. Only 
one thing came to mind. Some weird flashback to a memory 
I had while we were breeding Jane. Something she had 
said that had excited Bob to no end. Two letters. What 
were they? They sounded alike. What was that? B&D? No. 
T.V? No. E.G? No. Damn, what was it? Oh, yes.

"D.P." I whispered. "D.P. me." The guy fucking me 
stopped and listened hard trying to see if I had just 
said something. "D.P. me." I said again weakly.

"Hey, guys, shut up. Turn the music off. He's trying to 
say something." he shouted. The other men complied. 
"What?" He asked me. "Did you say something, Timmy? Say 
it again."

"D.P. me."

"Wait. Did you just...?"

"D.P. me."

"What's he saying?" someone asked.

"D.P. me."

"I think he just said..."

"Please. D.P. me."

"Holy shit! The kid just asked us to D.P. him!" Now 
remember, I still didn't know what this acronym meant. 
Only that Jane had cried it out, it had really excited 
Bob and there was a real flurry of activity after she 
had said it. But, as I had said before, it was the only 
thing that came to my mind that I could articulate 
clearly. Suddenly, Bear's hairy face took up my entire 
field of vision.

"What did you say, son. Timmy, tell me what you want." 
he asked.

"D.P. me, daddy. I want to be D.P.ed" there was a little 
look of shock on his face and he turned, looking up at 
Vance who was hovering behind him. There was a silent 
question that passed between them and Vance gave a bit 
of a non-committal shrug.

"Why not? Shit. The kids been fully penetrated by you 
and Bone. Not to mention that he got fisted by about 
twenty guys. If he wants to be D.P.ed, I say let him." 
Bear turned back to me with a bit of concern.

"Is that what you want, Timmy. You want to be D.P.ed?" I 
nodded. "Are you sure?" Again with the nod. "You want to 
have two men fuck you at the same time? You want to have 
two cocks in you?" The nod again. Then a bit of 
realization. 

"Wait. What?" I thought. But before I could react on 
this thought, Bear made a proclamation to the gathering.

"My son." He said it again, but this time with a bit 
more pride in his voice. "My son has just made a request 
that we all double penetrate him! And I think that we 
should honor his request!" Loud cheers and applause rung 
out. It was too late now to retract my statement. 
Whether I liked the thought of it or not, I was going to 
be double penetrated by all of them. And as I 
contemplated my new predicament, I realized that, what 
the hell? Why not. By this time, I'd done worse. Fuck 
it. Let's take this as far as it can go and so I 
mentally sat back and let them have at it. The man 
inside of me didn't pullout. He stayed rooted to the 
spot, wanting to be one of the first to experience this. 
I quickly felt another man drop to his knees behind me 
and start to rub his hard cock against my already 
occupied hole. I was able to glance back for a moment to 
try and see who it was and I think it was actually 
James' father, Ed. He made some comment about having 
experience with this utilizing his own son that 
I couldn't quite catch. I didn't care. 

I let him adjust and move me around however he wanted to 
obtain the perfect angle for both of these men to take 
me simultaneously. He poked, prodded and missed a few 
times, but eventually he got it. Just the tip of it, but 
it was a good start. I felt some increased pressure and 
sensation back there as he stabbed at me time and time 
again, each thrust allowed just a bit more of him to get 
inside. I felt the head of his manhood as it entered, 
soon followed by the long cylindrical piece of meat that 
was his cock. It was amazing. 

When he was fully seated inside of me, both men began 
their thrusting. It was a bit awkward at first, but soon 
they both had a good rhythm going. I felt so full and 
content. Not quite as good as when they had all fisted 
me, but a good, comfortable sensation, none the less. I 
still can't be sure of which I enjoyed more- when they 
both slid in at the same time, or when they alternated 
their strikes. On the one hand, with both going in and 
out at the same time, there was this sensation of a 
giant cock, much like Bear's, reaming me out. 

But on the other, the alternating dick approach meant 
that I was always being filled with at least one man, 
while the other retreated. They both had their merits. 
After a bit, I decided to stop thinking about it and 
chose instead to just enjoy it. Rapidly both men came in 
me, one right after the other, bottom first. Hey, he had 
been going at it the longest. They both withdrew from me 
and Jimmy was faithfully there to catch their leavings. 
They Ed was roughly pushed aside by the next man, who 
not too softly, picked me up and placed me atop of his 
spire. 

Another man was quickly between my legs and they both 
attempted to enter me at the same time- not an easy 
prospect, I assure you. They were, admittedly, kind of 
rough about the whole affair and when I looked for my 
vigilant protector, Bear, he was not to be seen. He was 
actually off snorting some powder for himself, when I 
was finally able to spot him. 

My eyes shifted to try and find Vance or Bob next, but 
they were not within my eyesight. Frank was there, 
however, filming all of this, but he seemed rather aloof 
about the whole ordeal, as though the lens of the camera 
provided him with some sort of protection from the 
actions going on before him. Finally both men were in me 
and pounding away at me with their throbbing, pulsing 
probes. 

I threw my head back in either passion or pain, don't 
ask me which. Oh yes, pain. Pain was now a sensation 
that my body was starting to experience again. 
Apparently, my special smoke was now wearing off again. 
Either that, or these men were just completely tearing 
me up inside and there was no one around to protect me. 

In any case, when I threw my head back, I immediately 
felt hard flesh pressing against my lips. It was, of 
course another cock and its owner was pressing it rather 
forcefully at my mouth, attempting to gain entry. I 
resigned myself that I was going to have to do whatever 
it took to please these men, as no one was going to stop 
all of this to aid me. I opened wide and allowed this 
new member passage down my throat. These men were fully 
occupying my every orifice, two in my ass and now one in 
my mouth. 

They worked hard to establish a rhythm where the two of 
them would push me up, allowing oral guy to go deeper 
and he, in turn, would push me back down to the anal 
guys, granting them the same boon. Soon I felt someone 
take my left hand and wrap my small fingers around his 
prick another soon followed with my right hand. So here 
I was, an ordinary just-turned-five year old American 
male child with two dicks in my ass, one in my throat 
and another in each hand! If you average it out, I had 
more inches of dick in and on me than I had inches in 
height! 

Simply amazing. Seriously. And the only comment that I 
heard made was from Frank who said, "Damn it guys! Don't 
crowd him so much. I can't film all of this if you don't 
give me some space. Shit, I can't even see the little 
fucker underneath all of you!"

Yup. That was it. He was more concerned about how his 
film was coming out than the lasting effects that 
something like this might have on the body or mind of 
someone my age and size. And what did he little outburst 
achieve? The two jerk off guys leaned back a little and 
top fucker shifted his body to the right a bit so that 
Frank could get a clear shot of the suck off guy. That 
was it.

Anyway, this went on for a bit until bottom fucker 
finally blew his load and was replace by right hand jack 
off guy. Who simply had top fucker hold me up a bit so 
that he could slide underneath me and another cock was 
placed into my right hand. When blow job guy finished, I 
had just enough time to turn my head and spit his seed 
into Jimmy's glass before another hard prick was tapping 
the side of my face. 

I managed to catch Jimmy's eyes for only a second, but I 
saw something there that I had never seen before- 
concern. Jimmy looked concerned for me, the predicament 
that I had found myself and the attitudes of the men 
taking advantage of me. Well, at least someone was 
concerned for me. But what could he do? I'm sure that if 
he spoke up, he could easily find himself at the bottom 
of a similar dog pile as I, and he was nowhere near 
ready for something like this. 

I think that he was a bit happy that the men had 
forgotten him and were now merely tolerating his 
presence here the way one might give the same regard to 
a dust mote. I attempted to give him a smile to indicate 
that I was alright, but the new invading oral dick was 
forcing his way inside. 

Look, I am totally dancing around a simple, inescapable 
fact here in a vain attempt to conceal the simple truth 
that these men were raping me. Plain and simple. It was 
a rough and ready, knock down-drag out gang-banging 
rape. I am taking this attitude to try desperately to 
recall only the good things about everything that 
happened to me and to not dwell on the bad, but in this 
instance, the truth must be put out there. And I know 
that they say that you can't rape the willing, but how 
about the indecisive? I had requested this, true. But 
that was with the understanding that it was going to be 
done in an orderly, controlled fashion. 

Well, command and control was over there, snorting 
cocaine. That was really no help. But now? Now did I 
regret what I had said? Do I regret that I goaded these 
men on to have some of the lowliest, degrading sex that 
most people can't even stomach to think about? No. Not 
really. Oh, sure and I regretted it a bit back then, but 
now as an adult I feel that whatever doesn't kill us 
only makes us stronger and here I am, thirty two years 
later, typing this out and putting it up on the internet 
for the whole damn world to read. But this is child 
abuse. My child abuse. Isn't this something that I am 
supposed to be ashamed of? No. A catharsis, that's what 
this is. A healing process. A cleansing of my soul and 
with every keystroke, I feel myself getting stronger. 
Don't cry for me, Argentina. This is only something that 
will help me be a stronger individual. Alright. Enough 
of all of that, I think. Let's get back to the down and 
dirty sex again, shall we? Right.

About this time, I was starting to cry a little bit from 
the pain. I wanted to cry out, but the non-stop invasion 
of my mouth made it damn near impossible. I guess some 
of my tear fell on the bottom guy, because he called out 
to Vance to come over. When he saw my mind set, he 
immediately went and refilled my pipe. A few minutes 
later he returned and pushed the guy currently in my 
mouth away. He lit it and held it for me as I smoked it 
all down. 

While I was smoking, he leaned in and whispered in my 
ear that this was the last of it and that he hoped that 
it see me through the end of all of this, then he put 
his cock on my lips. I swallowed it greedily, as I was 
once again and perhaps for the last time feeling no 
pain. I actually kind of felt sorry for Jimmy, as he was 
trying to keep up with all of this from both ends. It 
was a difficult, thankless job, and he eventually just 
got another glass, so that he held one in each hand to 
try and gather it all. 

The really hard part was trying to collect it from my 
backside, as, with two men taking me at the same time 
almost continuously, it was damn near impossible to get 
their fluids. I was content to just let it all happen. 
I'm sure more than one man came back for sloppy- well, 
let's just be honest here, ok (?) nasty seconds. I was 
so full of cum I could feel it sloshing around inside of 
me as the men worked me over good. Vance had his turn, 
as did Frank eventually, after he said, "I can't take 
this shit anymore. Someone come here and hold this. I 
gotta fuck this kid now!" 

He forced his way in, literally tearing one of the guys 
out of me before he could finish. When the guy tried to 
complain, Frank just said, "Just give me a fucking 
minute. Trust me, I won't last any longer than that." 
And with the way his cock was oozing precum, I was sure 
that he was right. He lasted maybe three strokes. "Damn, 
it just feels too fucking good!" He yelled as he 
unloaded inside of me. The guy he pushed out of the way 
quickly stepped up and returned to his previous actions. 

The men continued this gang bang for an unknown amount 
of time. I lost all sense of it. All that I knew was 
that they were fucking me over and over again. It felt 
so good. I felt so full. The men were fighting over me. 
Seriously. They were pushing each other out of the way 
to get into me. It was an honour and a scare at the same 
time. All of a sudden, both men pulled out of me at the 
same time. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I was a 
bit disappointed at being suddenly empty. 

I unlatched from the prick that I was currently nursing 
on to look back and see what was going on. Bear was 
standing behind me with a huge shit eating grin on his 
face. He looked down at my tortured hole and said, 

"Damn, you guys sure opened him up for me didn't you?" 
There was a chorus of agreement. He stuck his big toe 
into my gaping hole and I tried to clamp down on it, but 
I lacked the muscle tone to do so. All I could do was 
shit out some used spunk. He got an even bigger smile 
and took the glass from Jimmy, bent down and told me to 
do it again. I pushed as hard as I could, but not much 
really came out. Like I said, my ass hole muscle tone 
was gone. He said that it was alright and just slid his 
prick in me instead. Deep. Hard. God, it felt good. 
After a few pumps, though, he stopped.

"Hey!" He yelled. "I thought we were D.P.ing him. What 
the fuck? Someone get their dick in here. Vance was 
suddenly there. I think that it was his third trip. 

"Got you covered." he said. Bear lifted me up and Vance 
slid underneath me. I was so glad that I was feeling no 
pain and glowing again. I wasn't sure that I could take 
it. I mean Vance's girth and Bear's sheer size. It would 
be impossible. Wouldn't it? Apparently not. I felt Vance 
enter first and even with his amazing thickness, I still 
felt a bit empty. I guess I was further torn apart than 
I had imagined. Then I felt Bear's cock tapping at my 
back door. It was almost like the first time again, but 
he wasn't quite so gentle this time. He forced his head 
inside so hard that I gave a short yelp. 

It hurt a small bit, even through all of the drugs in my 
system. Then he just pushed the rest of it inside 
without a care for me or anything else for that matter. 
My parents, the cops, F.B.I., C.I.A., A.T.F., his 
grandmother- anyone could have burst through that door 
right now and it wouldn't have stopped him. He was so 
coked up that he was beyond caring. I, for my part was 
in pretty much the same predicament. 

I mean, once he got fully seated inside of me, the pain 
subsided and my small body adjusted to this new 
invasion. I knew I was completely torn apart. Really. 
I'm pretty sure that I was bleeding, but I was still in 
paradise. Here was my daddy and one of my new favourites 
absolutely shredding my bung and I was okay with it. I 
enjoyed it. Fuck, I encouraged it.

"Fuck me!" I yelled. And they did. Bear started pulling 
and pushing his full length in and out of me with his 
full force. Vance decided that simple, short in and out 
hard strokes was his preferred method. There was a loud 
slapping sound as they pounded me. Dr. Joe found the 
courage to step up and interfere in this voracious 
fucking, putting his cock at my mouth level so I 
swallowed him down to his pubes. He didn't last long and 
I drank him down, forgetting for the time being to spit 
my reward into the glass that Jimmy held ready for me. 

Oh, well. Too bad. I was too far gone to remember about 
the glasses, or even to care. Vance and Bear kept slam 
fucking me, Bear throwing in some ass smacks for good 
measure. I moaned. Soon the other men gathered back 
around me and I was in the same place I was before with 
a dick in either hand and one in my mouth. I rolled my 
eyes around and noticed that my new partners were Bob 
and Steve in my hands with Frank in my mouth, filming it 
all. Wow. 

All of my favorites at the same time. It was almost as 
if they had planned this. They found a rough rhythm that 
allowed them to seriously gang rape me and I found great 
pleasure in it. The front guys kept switching out to 
allow each other equal access to my mouth and I didn't 
argue, I just sucked off whichever found his way into my 
oral cavity at the moment. 

Soon Vance showed signs that he was getting ready to 
erupt and that just encouraged Bear to fuck me harder. 
Vance couldn't hold out and soon was filling me with his 
seed. Bear lifted me up and told Steve to join him. Oh, 
god, my two biggest (longest) cocks to date were going 
to double penetrate me. Again, I briefly wondered if I 
could take it, but I needn't have worried. Steve slipped 
in almost too easily and Bear resumed his previous, 
rough pace. Steve was no slouch himself and soon matched 
Bear stroke for stroke. 

These two men alternated hitting that wonderful place 
deep in me and I was going crazy, squirming around a lot 
as they tore in and out of me. I couldn't hold it very 
long and when Bob let loose in my mouth, it was the last 
straw. I started pumping my jizz out of my small cock, 
all over Steve's pubes, trying to scream as I did, but 
Bob's cock and cum in my mouth throat prevented most of 
it from coming out and it sounded more like a shrill 
whimper. 

Bear and Steve could definitely feel the throbbing of my 
orgasmic muscles as they pushed my cream from me and 
that drove both of them over the edge, making them spasm 
and squirt their own loads into me as I squirmed around 
between them. Frank witnessed all of this through his 
lens and it proved too much for him, making him splash 
his goo on the side of my face. When he was done, Jimmy 
dutifully removed it from me with the side of the glass. 
Steve and Bear disengaged from me, forcing a large 
amount of ejaculate to gush from me.

Again, Jimmy was right there to collect it, even going 
so far as to scrape what fell to the mat with his 
fingers and add it to my growing collection. The other 
men pounced on me once again and I was quickly entangled 
in another erotic knot with them. 

Eventually, it all slowed down to a trickle and finally 
all of the men found themselves completely sated. Frank 
filmed my gaping ass hole opening and closing, 
frequently making comments about the size, colour or 
other qualities about my wide open anal blossom. 
Finally, Bear snatched me up from the floor where the 
men had left me abandoned and hung me from the swing 
above one of Jimmy's glasses. I was too exhausted to 
actively push, but luckily gravity and my gaping ass did 
most of the work. I just stayed as I was, suspended from 
the swing as amazing amounts of semen literally flowed 
from me. It was like a cum enema. 

I was so very tired from all of the night's activities, 
but I knew that I had once more perverse act to 
complete. I let me body go limp, but tried to squish out 
as much man juice as I could. It was so tough 
considering the condition of my ass hole. But eventually 
the flow slowed to a trickle and then stopped 
completely. I'm sure that I still had tons of the stuff 
left inside, but it was too far in for gravity or my 
half-hearted pushes to remove. Bear was okay with that 
and let me down from the swing. It was hard to find my 
footing again, as my legs were so weak and wobbly from 
everything to include being held apart for so very long.

I finally got my balance, however and Bear placed me 
standing on a wooden box so that everyone could get a 
good view of what was going to happen next. I took one 
of the glasses from Jimmy's hands (we had filled two and 
a half, by the way) and held it up for all to see. There 
was a cheer from the group and I contemplated the drink 
before my eyes. It was mostly white, but had a bit of a 
pinkish to brownish tinge to it. No surprise considering 
what had happened to obtain it and where it had come 
from. 

I placed the glass at my lips, opened my mouth and drank 
it down. It tasted sooo very good and rich. There were 
literally dozens of loads in each glass from and so many 
of them had contributed to make it. I was a bit honoured 
as I gulped down every last drop of it, going so far as 
to lick the last remnants from inside. Ah, mother's 
milk. I took the second glass from Jimmy and I saw a bit 
of longing and jealousy in his eyes as I brought it to 
my mouth. I had a flash of sympathy for him, as he had 
worked so hard to help me get these milkshakes. I tipped 
the glass on the front of my neck, instead of drinking 
it down straight away and let about half of it flow down 
my naked, shivering body. 

"Go ahead, Jimmy. Enjoy it with my thanks." I told him. 
There was a bit of a collective "aww" after I said this 
and Jimmy opened his mouth to collect his reward as it 
dripped off of my little prick. When it stopped flowing, 
he quickly went to licking it from my body. I slammed 
down the rest of it as though it were a shot of bourbon, 
again tonguing out any that clung to the side of the 
glass. Bear handed me the last and half full of my 
drinks. 

This time, I threw my head back and held the glass 
aloft, allowing it to flow out and pour into my mouth. 
Ooh... Ah. Oh. Refreshing. I took my last laps of the 
glass and handed it to Bear. As soon as Jimmy was sure 
that he got all of the cum clinging to my body, going so 
far as to lap anything that had fallen to the floor, 
Bear took me in his arms and carried me past the group, 
who thanked me and gently brushed my skin along the way. 

Bear carried me up the steps and laid me in Vance's 
giant bed, flopping down beside me. He kept telling me 
how proud he was of me and how happy I had made him. 
Every time I started to drift off to sleep, he would 
wake me, telling me to wait. As soon as Vance had let 
all of the other men out, he joined the two of us in the 
bed and they both had me one final time that night and 
after they were done slowly and softly making love to me 
(yes, after all of that raw, rough sex, they decided to 
make sweet, blissful love to me) Bear handed me a gift 
wrapped package and said,

"Here. Happy Birthday. I made it special for you." I had 
no idea what could be in it. "Go ahead, open it up." I 
ripped off the paper and ribbon before opening the box. 
Inside, wrapped up in tissue paper was a large, wooden 
butt plug. It looked a bit unusual to me, not that I 
have had much experience with such things. "See? I 
designed it for you. It's nice and thick so that it can 
stretch you well, but not so deep so that it will fit 
since your rectum is shorter than an adults. Do you like 
it?" I looked up to him, overwhelmed with emotions. I 
didn't know what to say. My eyes started welling up with 
tears and I jumped into him, embracing him tightly. 

"I love you, daddy."

"I love you, too, son. You want to try it tonight?" I 
responded by tearing out of our embrace and getting up 
on my hands and knees with my overly used butt hole 
gaping open at him. Vance grabbed some lube and covered 
it liberally. "Now this might feel different than the 
other plugs, since I couldn't taper it so well, since it 
is so short. It might hurt a bit, too." 

I gave a little laugh, what with everything else my hole 
had gone through tonight, he thought that this would 
hurt? I don't think so. He gently inserted the plug and 
it seated right into place, since it was custom made for 
me, it fit perfectly. It stretched me well, without 
going so deep. It felt just right. I smiled at him as I 
rolled over on my back and snuggled up to him. Vance 
spooned me a bit and I dozed off with each of their 
loads fermenting inside of me, sandwiched between my two 
large, powerful lovers. One fuzzy and the other bare. 
What a night.

The next morning I awoke first and just laid there, 
enjoying the feeling of my two masculine lovers holding 
me. My backside didn't feel as bad as it had in my 
previous exploits so either I was becoming used to it or 
Bear's new plug was working well. Perhaps a bit of both. 
My butt hole still throbbed some, but that was to be 
expected, I guess after all of the abuse it had suffered 
from the night before. 

I smiled warmly thinking back on all that we had done 
that night, especially to the thoughts of being taken by 
Bear and Vance together in the same hole. Mmm. It gave 
me a bit of a fuzzy warm shiver. I nuzzled up to Bear's 
hairy chest, feeling his fur tickle my nose. I felt his 
arm wrap around my head and embrace me tightly. 

"So your still alive, then?" he asked me.

"Mm-hm. Guess so."

"How do you feel?"

"Pretty good, actually. Why?"

"Well, I was just thinking that we could..."	

"What?" I knew where he was going with this, as I could 
see that he had a massive piss hard-on.

"Well, we could... I don't know.... Maybe remove the 
plug and...?"

"Yeeeessss?" I said with a little giggle.

"Well, I had some great dreams about you last night and 
I thought we could make some of them come true."

"I thought I already had."

"Fair enough. Yes, Timmy, you are the boy of my dreams, 
but I have so many."

"Daddy, you know that whatever you want to do is always 
alright with me. If you want to pull my plug out and use 
me again, I have no problems with that. As a matter of 
fact, I would love you if you did."

"I thought you loved me already?" he said, turning the 
tables on me.

"Well, if you are not interested," I teased, "maybe 
Vance would be more willing."

"Anytime, anywhere, any way you'd like it." I heard 
Vance say from behind me. I rolled over a bit to look 
him in the face. 

"Hm. Now, here, and your preference." I informed him 
with my usual little grin. He looked over at Bear and I 
could feel him nod his head, giving Vance his permission 
so he leaned in and kissed me. Then I turned to Bear and 
kissed him in return. Then they both jumped me. I felt 
Vance's hand drop down to my ass and play with my newest 
birthday present. He twisted it back and forth a bit and 
tugged at it. 

Bear started to rub all over my front, and I do mean all 
over. Of course his hands found their way to my already 
hard boy prick in a matter of seconds. Vance kept 
playing with the plug and eventually it seemed to come 
out of its own accord. I felt something squirt out of my 
ass and then trickle down my butt cheek. A strange and 
almost foul odour permeated the room. 

"What is that?" I asked, meaning the smell.

"That smell? That's you, baby boy." Bear informed me. 
"It's the remnants of all of last night's activities. 
All of the left over jizz that wouldn't come out last 
night. Smells kind of strong, doesn't it?" I shook my 
head. Vance took his finger and smeared it around on the 
now damp sheets and held the brownish goo up under my 
nose so that I could get a proper whiff of it. 

"Go ahead. Try some." he told me. I cringed for a second 
and then realized that it was only left over cum and my 
ass. I loved cum. And they loved my ass. So I did. I 
sucked what was clinging and dripping from his finger 
into my mouth. It sort of tasted like cum, but it was 
spoiled or something. I made a face and they both 
laughed. "Doesn't taste quite as good now, does it?" I 
shook my head "no." 

"That's alright," he joked, "do you know what we call 
that in our world? Lube." And with that he slid his 
thick meat into me, using only the collected left over 
jizz of twenty guys as his lubricant. It worked okay, I 
guess, but nowhere near as good as real lubricant. Bear 
meanwhile, had slid around on the bed and was sucking me 
while he lined himself up so that I could do the same to 
him. 

I kissed the head of his penis gently at first and then 
with a bit more gusto before letting it slide to the 
back of my sore throat and then forced it down. When 
this happened I felt something warm and liquidy filling 
my belly. Bear was letting his morning piss go into me. 
I drank it down with no qualms about it. It was warm, it 
was from Bear, so therefore, I loved it. For his part, 
he was attacking my boyhood. 

He had it all in his mouth to include my little ball 
sack and was running his tongue all around it, while 
suctioning it like a vacuum. Vance was trying to slide 
all of himself inside of me, but the angle was making it 
difficult. Finally, he gave a big lurch into me and held 
me there. I then felt his warm liquids flowing into me. 
He was adding his urine to Bear's, but was sending it up 
from the other direction. 

It felt so weird. I really can't remember being pissed 
into my ass before, but I decided that, like everything 
else I had experienced up until this moment, I liked the 
sensation of it. It was kind of like being fucked and 
getting an enema at the same time. When he was done, he 
just kept pumping into me as though nothing had 
happened. They kept this up for a short while before 
Bear said that it was his turn. 

Vance tugged his meat out of me and they just pushed me 
until I rolled over. Bear slid his way inside of my hole 
that was now squirting Vance's piss and the culmination 
of the men from last night while Vance pushed his way 
inside of my mouth. Immediately I was filled to the hilt 
with both of these men and we kept going at it. 

There was a knock on the door and Bob walked in on us. 
Neither one of us even skipped a beat when he did. "Hey, 
guys," he said, "you still going at it? Did you even 
sleep?" I mumbled a little "mm-hmm" around Vance's meat 
that made him moan. It gave me an idea, but I was going 
to save it for when Bob left. "Jesus. I don't know how 
any of you can still get hard after last night. Anyway, 
I just wanted to remind you all that I have to get Timmy 
back early today, like I told his parents." 

No response from any of us. "And- AND," he said that 
second one loudly to try and get our attention. "He's 
not going to be able to ride in my car long enough to 
empty out today, so he's going to have to be flushed out 
again before he leaves." Still no response from any of 
us. "Come on, guys, it's already noon for Christ's sake! 
Hurry it up some, ok?" Finally Bear gave him a big, 
roaring, "O.K!" and Bob left the room. "Guess we better 
hurry this up some," he said with a sigh. 

He began to really ream my ass some and Vance did the 
same to my mouth. I started the humming action on 
Vance's prick, which got him going. All too soon he was 
spilling his seed into my mouth. I, of course, swallowed 
it all and turned my head to look back at Bear. 

"Can I drink you, too?" I asked. I wanted to be able to 
savour the taste of his cum in my mouth for the rest of 
the day. He shook his head and I rolled so that I could 
slide him out of me and dropped down to drink his jism. 
He tasted like piss, ass and stale cum, but I sucked him 
down anyway and started humming. He didn't last long and 
right before he shot his load, I pulled his dick from 
deep in my throat to make sure that every drop of him 
landed on my tongue. 

There wasn't too much, Vance hadn't given much either, 
so I guessed that I had just about drained them both 
dry. That put a small smile on my face. I swished his 
seed around my mouth a couple of times before finally 
swallowing it all. They both kissed me and we finally 
got out of bed. Bear carried me to Vance's beautiful tub 
and laid my down. 

He filled the enema bag three time to make sure that I 
had been flushed out entirely. He also took a shower 
with me, telling me that we had to get all of that used 
cum off of me. I blew him quickly once more in the 
shower and was rewarded with only a little taste of his 
juice. 

We went downstairs and they all ate brunch. I refused to 
eat because I knew that if I did eat, I'd lose Bear's 
taste and when I told them that was why I was refusing 
to eat, Bear promised that I could try blowing him one 
more time before we left so that I could get his flavour 
in my mouth one last time. Finally I agreed and ate 
light so that I wouldn't be full and risk vomiting 
later. 

Bear was good at his word and I sucked down what ended 
up being only a few drops. Finally he was drained dry. 
It made me smile as we kissed goodbye and I left with 
Bob and Jimmy. I'm sure I was walking funny again, but 
not near as bad as the last time.

Oh, and it took me like a week to be able to have normal 
bowel movements again. Dr. Joe had advised Bob to give 
me daily enemas to make sure that I didn't get impacted 
since that drugs used and all of the fucking could slow 
down my peristalsis to the point of stopping it 
completely. Every day when I went over his house he was 
sure to give me one. Bear even stopped by one day to do 
it for him. Of course we had sex afterwards, but no 
anal. 

Dr. Joe had made all of them swear to that one, at least 
until my bowels were back to their usual selves. During 
this time we also started to prep for that camping trip, 
which was only a few weeks away. They told me that they 
always did it right after the kids got out of school, 
that way there would be less chance of any vacationers 
interrupting their trip. That had yet to happen so far 
and they always camped out on Bear's property, just in 
case, but it was better than risking discovery. I was 
anticipating this trip so much. 

Come on, five whole days with Bear and all of the other 
daddies? I was going to be like a pig in shit. Or rather 
a little whore boy in a pool of cum. Bob even told me 
that Bear wanted us to come up a day early so that we 
could help set up and he could have me to himself one 
night before he gave me to all of the others. I couldn't 
wait!

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
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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