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Wesley

I pause to wipe the sweat from my brown, and when I do, I have another bout of sobbing. They are coming less often now, but I still find myself breaking down into tears every few hours. It's so humiliating—it's so unmanly to cry, but I can't help it. I have so much to cry about.

The last three months have been hell. That's how long it's been since our night with Tino. I've seen that bastard more times than I can count since then, and it's always the same—my son's face and throat are always brutally battered, and I'm forced to clean up afterward.

I've gone from father to housekeeper in less than a season. Everyone in the household sees me that way. The only person who bosses me around and tells me to clean things up more than TJ is my own son. And when Tino is around, he treats me like the fucking maid too.

And what do I do? Do I protest? Do I refuse to do all the dirty work while they get dirty with my son? No. I don't. I just say, "Yes, TJ. Yes." And then I do it. That's why I'm out here, in the 90-degree weather, mowing the entire lawn. I mowed it yesterday, but TJ says he likes a really well-kempt yard.

I have no idea what he and Benji are doing. Since Benji started summer break two weeks ago, the two have been inseparable, but I'm very rarely included in what they're doing. I keep my phone on me all the time, because occasionally I'll get a picture or video clip from TJ of something horrific.

Like the time I had a short, 5-second Snapchat of TJ's cock, rock hard and massive as always, pointing away from the camera and toward the beautiful master bathroom I used to have, which I surrendered. I could only see Benji's profile hunched over the toilet, making some seriously inhumane retching noises. TJ had put text over the screen that said, "THINK I PUNCHED HIS ESOPHOGUS TOO HARD LOL."

I also received a series of images of Benji licking up cum from various surfaces. I have no idea when they were taken, but I can tell by the volume (and I hate to admit this, but also just the appearance of it, that's how well I know it) that it's TJ's cum. I see images of my son's pink tongue licking it out of condoms held open for him, off of a piano (which we don't own, so I don't know where that was taken), off the garage floor, a foot that looks suspiciously like Tino's, and a locker room bench.

I know he does this just to drive me insane. While he's pushing me away from my son, taking away my only child, he's still using technology to make sure I'm fully aware of what my kid is doing behind my back. Not to mention there has been no mention of the key to my chastity device since Benji swallowed it. My cock is constantly aching, because it still hasn't learned that it isn't allowed to get hard. I need an orgasm SO badly—normally I would shoot several loads with each of those videos.  

But TJ's right—that's a disgusting thing for anyone to do, especially the abuse victim's father. But I couldn't help it. I wanted to cum CONSTNATLY, and though the chastity device was making that impossible, not being able to get off intensified my need with every passing second.

The sound of the song changing snaps me back to reality. There's always rap music playing throughout the house, and it's beaming loudly from my bedroom—my old bedroom—right now. I can't stand the thought of my son listening to that filth, so I pull the chord on the mower and start working on the lawn again, trying hard not to think about what might be happening upstairs.

TJ

 

Damn, I can't believe the kid can sleep through this. I'm blasting my favourite new album, smoking out of the smallest of my five bongs, and staring at the little white slut passed out in my bed. He is seriously konked out, but I totally understand why, after the night we had.

I am loving having this boy out of school. I don't have to worry about keeping him up late or putting him through too much and then having his teachers ask questions. I'm keeping the boy in school for now, but eventually, we're gonna have to figure out a way to end his education (aside from the crash course in cock me and my friends will be teaching him.)

We were up late last night – I have no idea what time we even went to bed. To be honest, I was pretty fucked up from drinking and smoking weed. Benji was in the same boat. The kid is a total pothead now – he took to smoking weed like a fly to shit. He doesn't like booze as much, but he usually will down at least one glass of orange juice and rum when I tell him I really want to. It helps if I squeeze some precum into the glass – he loves that shit too.

So after getting Benji good and fucked up, I propped him up the bed so we could watch a movie—Terminator 2, one of my faves. I used one of his ex-daddy's pillows to prop up his head so he could watch the show, and another of old daddy's pillows to prop up his little pale and unbelievably tiny ass.

And then I went to town. I made the little whore governor, king, and mayor of Forced Boygasm Land, population 1: Wesley's son. It was a trial. By the time the credits were rolling, I'd gotten almost 10 out of him. As usual, both the boy and the sheets under him were sopping wet with his sweat and other boy juices.

It was thrilling of course. By number seven he was in tears, but that didn't stop him from bucking his hips and moaning my name as he approached numbers eight and nine. But I was having a hard time. To be honest, I was getting a little bored. I know it sounds odd to be bored with something so unusually and depraved—forcing boygasms out of a child stolen from his father—but I'm a man who likes variety.

But god, it's so damn small. I've fucked some loose pussies with this cock before and elicited horrible screams from the pain. But looking at the little pink cunt hole on display before me, I know it will be much worse for the kid. His little hole is barely the size of a penny, despite what I put it through last night.

So I'm going to take it. I realized that as I forced out that tenth orgasm from him last night. Today is the day. Benji is losing his cherry. It's gonna hurt like hell, it may do some permanent damage, and it might set back my relationship with the kid. But except for the physical issues I'm going to cause with his poop chute, everything else is temporary. Starting now, Benji is going to start taking nigger dick up his white pussy, and after I break him in, he'll be getting it every single day for the rest of his childhood.

I stand up, and my long, thick, throbbing cock points out straight in front of me, which is odd, since it usually goes straight up. It must be like a heat-seeking rod, because it's point exactly at that little upturned cunt. I grab the bong and my lighter.

Benji doesn't stir as I climb onto the bed on my knees. I don't even have to spread him open. Once again, the little white boy has fallen asleep with his ass on display, as if begging me to rip his virginity away from him.

Without hesitation, I press my pink cock head up against his hole. I take a moment to enjoy the contrast. Actually, the pinkness of his hole is quite similar to the color of my cock head. But the rest of me is so dark up against his alabaster skin. My cock looks like nearly black in color up against him.

Gently, not wanting to wake him before he gets his surprise, I rest the bong on his lower back, just above his ass crack. I lean forward, light it, and take a huge hit. I let the thick, bluish smoke flow out of my mouth.

Then I push.

Wesley

Not all of the horrible things I've seen have been entirely sexual, either. TJ is intent on corrupting my son in every way possible, including sex, but in other manners too.

Like all the pot smoking. My house constantly smells like dank weed, and guess who's paying for it? Me. TJ now has access to my bank account, and I've been noticing A LOT of withdrawals for a few hundred dollars, usually just a few hours before I find TJ and Benji walking in my house with a brand new giant bag of weed.

The worst part is, my kid loves it. I can tell. In the beginning, he was only smoking with TJ, when his new master would blow smoke into one of his orifices or simply just command Benji to smoke.

But the other day, when TJ was out on some errand and had left Benji alone, I made an awful discovery. I walked into my former bedroom—I figured both of them were gone, and TJ only allowed me to enter the bedroom when it was totally vacant.

But when I opened the door, I was greeted with a horrible sight. My little boy was alone in there, buck naked as always, seated on the foot of my bed. Between his legs was the biggest of the bongs that now live in my former bedroom; this one was so big that the rounded glass bowl of it sat on the floor, and the pipe came up high enough to reach my son's lips as he sat on the bed. It was a pipe meant for SERIOUS pot smokers, not little grade schoolers.

And yet, I could only stare in shock as Benji deftly reached down to light the thing, the pulled up a giant cloud of thick, acrid pot smoke, and sucked it right into his lungs. He coughed a bit, but not as much as a child his age should have.

As my son looked up at me with his bright green, bloodshot eyes, I saw that cold look in his eye again. The situation only got worse when he flopped back on my bed to reach the nightstand that used to hold his mommy's magazines. He opened that same drawer, and pulled out a bottle of black poppers.

My jaw dropped and my cock pressed against its cage as I watched my son take a long, dangerous hit on the poppers. Then he paused, looked me in the eye again, and took another huge hit up the other nostril.

Once he was done, he shakily screwed the cap back on. Then he looked at me and said, "Get the fuck out, daddy."

Benji

I love that smokey stuff, but whenever I have it, it gives me the craziest dreams. Tonight I'm dreaming about my Mommy. I have a hard time remembering her sometimes, because it feels like forever since she went up to heaven. But in my dreams I can see her real clear, and she was holding me and singing to me on the couch like I was a little baby.

It was a real nice dream, and I remember looking close at my mommy's skin as she held me. But then I started to feel really stoned—that's the word TJ uses to explain how silly I feel after I smoke. And it was weird to be stoned in my dream, but I could tell I was, because as I looked at my mommy's skin I saw it start to change.

Her skin became harder and darker, harder and darker, until all of the sudden it wasn't Mommy anymore. It was TJ! Or it was sorta TJ—I'm all confused about it! He was big and strong but also loved me and held me and made me feel safe.

Until suddenly a big mean snake appeared at the bottom of the couch! And it was crawling up at me real fast, and running up against my legs. And before I could stop it, it was trying to get at me. And instead of helping me, Mommy/TJ just held me in place until it pushed inside me and started to try to get all the way in.

Then I woke up to the worst pain I've ever felt! I remember when I felt off a skateboard one time last year and hit my head and it really hurt! I had to have a bandage! This was like a hundred million times worse than that! It felt like something was ripping my butt apart and that I'd never ever ever get put back together!

TJ tells me it's not good when I scream cause only bad boys scream, but I can't stop myself. All of the sudden, before I'm even fully awake, I'm screaming so hard my lungs hurt. I can feel myself start to cry too, which is embarrassing cause I'm in front of TJ! But even with all that screaming and crying, nothing changes—whatever is happening to me is still happening, and it still hurts!

Wesley

Worse than anything, though, are the hints that TJ is constantly dropping about what he plans on doing to my son. I suppose I've known for a while that it's inevitable, but every morning I wake up praying that Benji's virginity is in tact.

Despite what TJ says, I'm not an idiot. I know Benji is going to get fucked. Part of the reason—the main part—that my son is going to get cunt-slammed before he finishes grade school, is because I am a failure as a father. I am pretty much the definition of a deadbeat dad. And I've never been hornier than I am right now. EVER. Fuck this cage.

Ugh. I can't even find solace in the word "fuck!" anymore. Every time I get upset about something TJ is doing, "fuck" is the first word that pops into my head. And what does that word remind me of? It reminds me that someday, hopefully not too soon, my son will be having A LOT more sex than I am. The human I created from my testicles will soon be completely rearranged by nigger cock.  Meanwhile, I'm caged.

There are many ways TJ drops hints. Sometimes it's subtle—just smiling at me evilly when Benji innocently bends over or somehow else shows his ass. Occasionally he'll text me videos of himself talking about busting open my son, talking vilely about how he's gonna open him up, and what effects it will have. One time he just sent me a Snapchat of one of those medical charts of the biology of the male ass, with the words BENJI'S WON'T LOOK LIKE THIS FOR LONG written over it.

 

Other times he's much more blatant about it. I'll be in the kitchen preparing dinner, and I'll hear him and Benji talking about it. TJ will be saying things like, "We're gonna open that little cunt up wide and it's gonna kill," and I'll just hear Benji say "mmhmm" and maybe some sucking noises, but I can tell that no matter what, my son has NO IDEA what TJ is talking about.

So the worst part is, I never know when it's coming. But I know it's coming soon.

TJ

 

Damn. I've been thinking about this A LOT recently, but even in my wildest imagination, I never thought it would be soÉsoÉNASTY.

I'm looking down at what I've done—what I can never take back. Half of my cock head is lodged firmly in what is absolutely the tightest hole I have ever felt. Just half the cock head. But keep in mind, half my cock head is about three inches long and about seven inches around.

I should move either forward or backward, but I know that's not going to happen. Moving backward would mean leaving this little cunt, and I don't see that happening any time soon. Moving forwards would me pushing literally the thickest part of my cock into the kid, and then essentially harpooning him. Because once my apple-sized cock head is fully in the kid, it will hurt worse coming out than going in.

And it's pretty obvious to me that this is VERY painful for the kid. Which I expected, but I've never heard him make noises like this! Even the night Tino and I tag-teamed his throat for the first time, I knew all those weird and disgusting noises Benji made were due to the unnatural force of full-grown nigger dick in a kindergarten face-kunt.

But the high-pitched howls, the wails of despair, the inhuman noises of pure pain the child is letting out are due to a very different cause. And that cause is one of the largest cockheads in the state currently occupying premium real estate in the neighbourhood of the worst pain any child could feel.

Oops.

I decided forward was the only way to go. Usually I give my sluts warning when I'm gonna push in, but there was no warning Benji. He had no idea what we were doing, and judging by the sounds he is making and the glimpse of his face I have from the side, he's not really present right now. So I push.

It really doesn't take much effort at all. I've read some pervy stories out there, and lots of guys will write about how hard it is to push into a little child cunt like this. But it's not, really. I mean, let's face it. Benji's sphincter muscles have had less than half a decade to develop. Meanwhile, my cock has been processed through thousands of years of evolution to batter cunt. This is African cock. This is the cock that started it all—ALL humans come from Africa. That's why it's so very easy for nigger dick just to pop inside a baby butthole with just a slight push of the hips.

Pop.

Damn. He passed out. FUCK. I've never had this happen before—but then again, I've never been with someone this age before. I should have guessed.

I know I need to wake him up, but for the moment, I just want to enjoy this just a little bit. I don't do anything TOO horrible. Mostly I just jab around a bit. See how many inches I can push in before I "bottom out" (a concept I don't really subscribe to when it comes to this redheaded slut). I also checked to see how much I could drag him around on the bed. Turns out—a lot! I had the little shit like a Swiffer mop on the end of my cock.

But eventually it was time to wake him up, so I yank my hips backward. Despite what I said earlier about Benji's young cunt being no match for my cock, it turns out that the muscles that clearly crave to keep me inside him are quite strong. I have to flesh my abs and thighs as I pull, and I watch his hole extend and stretch in an obscenely disgusting way until I pop out with a wet slap.

He wakes up, sort of. The little guy is just sorta moaning and rolling around a bit, still out of it. As he bucks and tosses, I get a good look at his hole. Shit. Already so damaged—it's gaping just a bit. Before it looked so tight nothing could get in, but now in the center of that pink little button is a small, dime-sized circle of black leading into him. And that was from just my head, only for a few seconds.

Benji

When I wake up, I suddenly feel so EMPTY! Not like a glass of water—but like that too sorta. More like I feel empty inside, deep inside my heart. Kinda like how I felt when I learned that mom Mommy died in a car accident. Or was it a plane accident? I can't really remember her!

Anyway, when I wake up, I am in A LOT of pain! Since my face is buried in the sheets, I think for a second maybe I'm in heaven or the hospital since it's all white. But then I lift my head to scream and I realize I'm in TJ's bed.

I scream for a just a second and thought I might die, but then, out of nowhere, I had a boygasm! And not just any boygasm—the scariest one yet. I was bouncing up and down on the bed, and I could feel the feeling of my boygasm from the tippy-top of my head all the way down to my piggie toes! It is amazing!

I get totally lost in my boygasm. Suddenly the pain in my bumbee doesn't even really matter anymore because I'm having so much intense boygasm feelings! I suddenly hear a voice crying, "TJ, MY DADDY! FUCK YEAH!" and then I realize it's my voice! I can hear myself screaming and it's kind of like I'm watching myself do this.

Then I fall asleep again.

Wesley

I mow the last patch of green grass, then hit the pedal on the mower that makes it stop. It let's out an odd, high-pitched scream, so I turn it on and off again. But even then, it's still screaming. And that's when I realize, it's not the mower that's screaming. It's coming from inside the house.

At first I think an animal must have gotten into the house—a racoon or a stray cat or maybe a baby bunny. Baby bunnies sound like humans when they scream.

And that's when I realize it. Humans. Benji. That's no animal – that's my son. And I'm almost 100% sure why it's him.

I drop the mower where it is and take off running toward the house. As I run, I'm in intense pain—I can feel my cock trying to swell out of my cage, and the bouncing as I jog is unbearable. But then I think of the pain my child may be going through, and I realize I have to run to save him.

I take the steps two at a time and immediately turn down the hall toward my room. Or my old room, which is now the place where I'm certain my son is getting his virginity VICIOUSLLY torn to shreds. I stop outside the door, and press my ear to it, but I can't hear anything beyond the pounding gangster rap.

I place my back against the wall next to the door, then slowly slide down until I'm pretty much in a fetal position on the floor. I reach into my shorts and attempt to play with my cock as much as possible while I sob into the carpet. Am I losing my mind? Is this whole situation making me hear things? I want so badly to just orgasm. If I could just cum, then I could think clearly and do what I need to do. But I can't cum! I can't even play with my cock. I stroke the hard plastic and metal around my soft, straining cock, crying, silently whispering my Benji's name.

I do this for a few minutes, and am about to pick myself up and head back downstairs when I hear it again, this time so much clearer, so much more horrific. A scream. A child's scream. A scream of pain and shock. Benji.

I stand to my feet and start pounding on the door.

TJ

I realize this is going to take a lot longer than I thought. Sometimes when I get this horny, all the blood rushes to my cock and I can't think straight. I don't know what I was thinking taking Benji's virginity while he was sleeping and totally unprepared. I'm not upset I took it that way, but it wasn't my smartest move.

I need to loosen this kid up. Not his hole—I want that tight, and no amount of loosening would be able to prepare him for the assault I have planned. No, I need to lube him up emotionally. And I know just the things to do it.

I carefully scoop the boy up into my arms and bring him over to the loveseat that is against the wall near the bathroom. I sit him down next to me, and he stirs a bit. Then I reach forward to the table, grab up some of the chopped up weed there and stuff it into the big, cock-shaped bong I bought special for Benji.

This is our special bong, because I had a genius idea when I gave it to him. Instead of filling the base of it—the two huge nuts—with water like you normally would, I dumped three bottles of poppers in there. These always help Benji relax when we're doing something really horrible.

The nice thing about it is, Benji's face is small enough that I can fit the opening of the bong—the head of the cock, over his entire mouth and nose. Which I do now, propping the bong up against the arm of the couch. Then I light it for that little shit, and watch the dank-ass weed generate a thick cloud of smoke for the little kid, tainted HEAVILY with high-quality poppers.

It does the trick almost instantly. As soon as he gets whiff of the smoke, his eyes shoot open, revealing his bright green and very bloodshot, wide eyes. He starts to cough, so I help him out by putting my big hand on the back of his head and holding him into place. He has no choice but to inhale the entire bowl—which would be too much for me to be honest, but he manages it. Soon enough, I hear the airy sound of an empty bong, and I know he's ready to keep going.

"Benji, buddy," I say, looking into his eyes. They're swimming, but somewhere under his druggie haze I can see he's trying to focus on me. "I'm gonna have to fuck you again, kiddo. I know you don't like it yet, and I know it really hurts, but it has to happen. Ok?"

He looks at me, and I think I perceive about half of a nod. So I take that as a cue that the child is ready for more sex, and I carry him over to the bed.

This time I want him on his back. There's two reasons for that. First, I know he's gonna need more poppers and weed during this experience, and I want to be able to give it to him without moving out of him. Secondly, I want to be able to stare into his eyes as I really dick him. Cause this time, I'm getting A LOT more than just half my head in. So let's go.

I line my cock head up one more time, then look to Benji. He's still swimming in la-la land, which is probably for the best. I'm about to cut through his happy place with a thick, hot rod. Right fucking now.

Oops!!! FUCK! I guess I got a bit overexcited! I shoved a lot more cock than I was intending to. My pink, fat head is gone, totally buried inside Benji's rectum. Joining my leaking cock head is about four solid inches steel-hard nigger shaft.

"SHAFT!" I hear myself shouting out, like the theme to that old TV show. This makes me laugh, and I decide I can probably get one more inch in.

Fuck, I was wrong. He's screaming again. And now someone is banging at the fucking door. Fuck that. I grab the remote laying on the bed, having to tug at Benji a bit as I do, and flick up the volume on the stereo. Much better. Now I can't hear anything, not even the little boy underneath me as I push forward more.

 I know I should popper him up more, but I've got one of his tiny feet in each of my hands, and I need to focus on what's going on between his cheeks. So I grab the bottle of poppers and fling it at him. I watch for a second as, even while he thrashes and presumably screams, he manages to shakily open the bottle and inhale. This seems to help him a bit. So I push more.

Fuck, I have never felt something so tight before. It's like his hole is actually trying to sever my cock. I think for a second that I might have gone a bit soft from the squeezing, but I just surge a rush of blood through my cock, to make sure it stays fully hard for the boy.

That surge is all it takes to set Benji off on another orgasm.

Beni

 

AJIOPUVEPIOAUFWKNCk;dupioUEiouvaeiupiowranvipraureaw! OH MY GOODNESS! WOWIE!!! I'M CUMMING AGAIN! AHHH! OUCH FUCK I'M CUMMING! OH MY OWIES!

Oh, I wish I could pass out again! This hurts so much, even with my boygasm! I feel like my stomach is gonna explode! I think something's' ripping down between my bum cheeks! I WANT MY MOMMY!

I look up desperately and relax just a tiny bet when I see TJ. He's not looking at me—I wish he would! But it's just nice to see him there, because I know he'd never really hurt me, even though I'm really hurting now! What's he doing to me? How is he causing this feeling??

TJ

Oh, DAMN! The act of this kid cumming around my cock is too much. Way to fucking much. I can'tÉI can't hold back. Fuck. I have to do this. Now.

"Oh fuck, baby boy, TJ's gotta fuck you now. Hold on. DON'T PASS OUT."

That's all the warning I have time to give before the animal side of me takes over. I PLUNGE forward, sinking another three inches into him. He has just over half my cock in him, and I've hit barrier number one. This is the easy one. I punch through it like a knife through wet toilet paper. It's enough to make the kid scream out loud enough to hear over the music and the fucking annoying banging on the door.

"Poppers," I remind the kid, but he seems too out of it to really get a grasp on the bottle. So I do it for him just this once, and dab a healthy amount under his lip. That should keep him high for the rest of what I need to do to him.

I push forward, and there's just about three inches of my cock still not in Benji-guts-land when I hit wall number two. This one is not as easy. That first wall in him, that's really just muscle. You just have to push to let the muscle know that you're the boss, and that it's not going to be of much use if you really want to fuck.

But the second wall, well, that's actually a part of him. It's a body part, really. Pushing through it will leave a permanent hole in him. One I will slip into A LOT, once it heals over. But I know once I punch this hole, I should enjoy the rest of the fuck session, cause it will be a few weeks at least before I can get back in the kid.

But it has to happen. "Hold on, kiddo." Benji looks like he's blacking out, so I reach forward and give him a light slap on the cheek. "Stay with me for this. Please. Be a good boy."

Through the pain and tears in his eyes, I can see these words have an effect on him. So I push. Not gently, but hard. Like ripping off a band aid. I need to punch through.

And I do. I don't even want to comment on the sound Benji made—it haunts my dreams. But I did it. I got through that wall, and created a permanent sex hole inside my boy's sex hole. My big black cock did it inside his pink cunt, his white body. And it feels fucking amazing.

Benji

He broke me! He broke me! Oh god, what is he doing! What was that thing inside me??

"Ok, kiddo, now I'm gonna fuck you. Just hold on. We'll be done soon."

Thank GOODNESS! I want to scream that out, because I really want this to end now. But I don't really have an option—whatever TJ put inside me is holding me down and I've got nowhere to go. Plus he's got a really tight hold on my feet, but I don't' mind that part so much. I LOVE when TJ touches me!

Oh NO! Now I know what he meant but fuck me! This is awful! Whatever he's got inside me he's moving with his hips, and he keeps pulling it almost all the way out, then cramming it back in! Every time he does it, it feels like he's ripping that hole inside me again! Why would he do this to me??

He's slamming me so hard with the thing I'm moving up the bed, but TJ stays with me, and doesn't miss a beat with his awful thingie! I look down at my tummy, and what I see makes my vision go blurry. Cause I can see something IN my tummy! Something big and round, like an apple! It's just above my belly button, and it's poking through the skin like it's trying to get out! Is that an alien in me?

TJ

 

Fuck this feels good, but that fucking banging on the door is ruining my groove. It's time to put an end to it. I know if I pull out of Benji, I'll have to stay out. So instead I pick him up, and carry him over to the door. As we go, we pass the mirror, and I take a moment to look at how obscene the whole thing is.

This is how I usually carry Benji, his arms around my neck and his legs around my hips, when I have him all tuckered out from a movie night or a boygasm event. I love seeing his pale body up against my dark skin, but fuck, this is so much better. Because now, when I look down to his luscious little ass, the only thing I see below him are two big, black, hairy nuts. My nuts. They look like they're hanging off a rear-view mirror, but they're not, are they?

No, my nuts are hanging there because the rest of my genitalia, every fucking inch, is buried deep in the kid. I trace his vertebrate again like I did when I first let Wesley know I'd be fucking his kid, and indeed I can feel the tapping on my cock as I reach up to the vertebrate closest to his neck. Fuck. I'm in there deep.

The banging at the door is still bugging me, so I move on and head back to the door. I press the little redheaded slut up against it, so my body is pressing against his as hard as possible. Between my body weight, the sheer length of my black cock in the kid, and the fact that his little legs are clamping around me as tight as he can (as if he WANTS me on there), I can thrust up into his tummy and still have both hands free. So I decide to make as much noise as possible.

With each painful upward thrust, I bang my right fist on the door. My left hand, however, is on Benji's face. I put it so the center of my black palm is over his nose and mouth, and my hands are so big and his face so small that my fingers are deep in his red locks. I can palm a basketball, and this kid's head is like the third of a size of that.

This made it very easy to slam his head against the door. I figured with the pain I was putting into his rectum right now, a few head bangs against the door would go mostly unnoticed, right?

"KNOCK KNOCK, MUTHAFUCKAH!" I yelled through the door. "ME AND YO WHITE-ASS EX-SON ARE FUCKING BUSY! SO STOP!" I slammed Benji's head hard against the door. "FUCKING!" I slam it again, two times in a row, real fast. "BANGING!!!" I give Benji five rapid-fire head slams. 

The banging stops! I hear the sound of the "man" on the other side of the door slump to the ground, and I know I've accomplished what I needed.

Now, speaking of knocking, it's time to knock my kid up for the first time.

I return to the mirror, which sits over a small dresser that used to contain Wesley's clothes. I lay Benji back on it again. He's gone quiet again, but he's still conscious (surprisingly). Thank god, I've zombified him. I was waiting for this. I was hoping he'd get like he gets when Tino and I tag team his throat—checked out but still semi-present, unable to whine and unable to protest. Perfect for jizzing his cunt for the first time.

"Hold on," I tell him again, and then I begin to fuck in earnest. I make the long-dicking I just gave the kid on the bed look like child's play, which, in a way, I suppose it was! I'm pulling my self in and out of the kid, only stopping my out-pulling when I see my cock head pulling his anus like an inside-out sock. Then I shove back in hard, ripping through both walls as they desperately try to heal, and make sure I get him as deep as I can. I love the look of my wiry black pubes smashed up against his white ass. Though that ass is a bit pink now, cause my balls and hips are slapping it so damn hard.

Benji let's out a sort of help hiccough, and grabs the edge of the frame around the mirror behind him for support. I wish I had poppers to give him, but I can still smell the stuff smeared on his upper lip, so hopefully he's ready. Because my balls are boiling, and it's time to nigger nut this kid up.

"OH FUCK I'M CUMMING IN YOU! HERE YOU GO BENJI! HERE YOU FUCKING GO!!! OH FUCK!!! FINALLY! NOW YOU ARE MINE FOREVER!"

I unleash, and I lose my vision just for a moment when I do. I've never had an orgasm this powerful—not even back when I was fucking some of the finest women in the state. Benji's ass is SUCKING the cum out of me, pulling up cum that feels like it's been stored in my balls for emergency situations like this.

I stare down as I fill him, watching my cock pulse and stretch his hole each time, throbbing it open way beyond where it should be. I move my eyes up to his stomach and see something amazing—I can actually SEE my nig nut bubbling up in the kid! I'm holding myself as deep in him, and due to his position, it means my nightstick is pointing up in a nasty curve. About three inches above his belly button, just below his sternum, I can see the apple of my cock head pressing up. And each volley of black male cum I shoot into the suburban closet-anal-whore causes the taught, paper-white skin of his tummy to ripple in the sexiest, nastiest way. I can actually SEE myself impregnating this white whore, and I love it!

For a minute I think the kid is going to somehow manage to contain it all, but then I see it. Squirt, squirt—out comes my thick cum around the edge of my cock. The way it looks against my black dick and Benji's screaming red hole is amazing, and I can't believe it's actually squirting out around me! It splatters my black pubes as well as his creamy little no-longer-virginal ass.

Finally, I feel the last few shots squirt out, and I come back to my senses. Fuck. What the hell did I just do!

I look at my little guy, and he is in quite the state. I realize at some point I must have fucked his head into the mirror, because it's broken, and the shatter point is right behind his little head. Fortunately there's no blood, but a few of his orange hairs are stuck in the cracks in the mirror.

His eyes are still glazed over and zombified, but that's better than completely switched off. Honestly, I was so lost in my fucking I could have killed the kid and not even realized it. I'm glad I didn't.

Damn, I'm hungry. I think Benji is gonna need some time to rest, but my guess is at some point the little tyke will be hungry as well. I'll go get us some food. But first, I have to extract myself.

Benji

I feel like I'm going to the bathroom! TJ has finally stopped pushing that thing into me, and now that he's pulling it out, it feels kind of—oh—oh wow.

He gets to the end of the thing, and I wince as he pulls it out. I feel so weird—like I'm dreaming or something, but it kinda brings me back when I feel the thing rip out of me with a pop. I have to hold back a boygasm, but I can't for long!

Because when I look up, I see what it was TJ was sticking in me. How could I be so silly! I should have known! It wasn't something stick or baseball bat! It was his thingie! His big, tasty, beautiful thingie! WOW!

Suddenly I don't feel so bad. I know Mr. TJ loves his thingie almost as much as I do, and doing stuff with it and me makes him feel good. And I love nothing more than making my best buddy feel awesome! So if that's why he did that, then I understand. I sure hope I never have to do it again, but I'm not so scared and upset anymore.

My bum feels so weird! It still hurts like crazy, but it feels like it's got a mind of its own! I feel it sorta moving and jerking around, like it's trying to close up. I can feel the vibration from the music in my butt hole, and it tickles and hurts at the same time. I really want to boygasm, but I'm so tired and hurting and I know it will make it hurt worse.

TJ smiles at me and tells me he's proud of me, and I start crying again. Not cause I am hurting—well maybe that's part of it—but because I LOVE hearing those words from my TJ! He's the best, smartest, COOLEST guy in the world, and I make him proud! Wow! And all I had to do was lay here and get hurt!

He picks me up and lays me on my tummy on the bed. He starts to move toward the door—hopefully to stop that annoying banging—when I suddenly see myself reach out and grab his cock. It's all slimy and sticky, but I don't know why I justÉI justÉ

"T-t-t-TJ? Can IÉ Can I taste it?"

TJ looks at me for a moment, a funny look on his face. Then he smiles and ruffles my hair, and says, "Of course, slut baby. Here you go." Then he sticks that big, wet, slimy, cum-covered cock in my face, and I begin to go to work.

Wow! His wiener's never tasted like this before! It's not really better than it usually tastes, just different. I don't know how to explain it, but it tastes like it NEEDS to be sucked! Like I got it all dirty with my butt and now I need to make it right. I really like sucking it, and I can't hold back anymore! I have my third boygasm, and it's a wild one!

TJ is laughing like crazy, maybe cause I manage to have my boygasm without taking him out of my mouth! I just keep sucking on the head, running my tongue around the base, while I "ride out" my boygasm, like TJ says. It's actually pretty awesome, even if it does remind me that my hole is on fire!

Gosh, I could get used to this! I hope there's another way to make his cock take like this, cause I absolutely love it!

I almost bite down on him, though, when I hear a loud bang. We both look up.

Wesley

 

I can only sit here, huddled in a ball against my old bedroom door, and listen to the horrible sounds coming from my bedroom. I heard it all—everything. I did nothing to stop it. My weak banging on the door was nothing—no excuse, and now it's too late. My son is no longer a virgin. Right now, my son is filled with TJ's cum. Of course, he's had it in his body almost nonstop for weeks now, but this is different. It's been put into him likeÉlike he was a woman. And now his life and my life are over.

No. It doesn't have to be this way. I am Benji's FATHER!

Suddenly I feel empowered. I can do this! I can save my kid! It may be too late for his virginity, but if I take him now, quickly, I can save him.

I stand up, feeling invigorated and full of strength, and run as hard as I can at the door.

I crash into the room, and instantly I can tell I've dislocated my shoulder. Fuck that hurt. But I had to get the door down. I land on the floor and roll over, and I see them. Fuck. I see them.

They're on my bed, and Benji is doing what I've seen him do so many times—my little boy is gorging himself on cock. Thank god—I don't know what the screaming was about, but apparently they've just been sucking.

TJ is staring at me with fire in his eyes, so I quickly pull myself to my feet. That's when I realize something's not right. The look in Benji's green eyes is totally foreign, like he's not really there. It's worse than when he's on poppers and weed, but judging by the smell in the air, he is.

But it's the smell that's really troubling me. Because there's no doubt about it. This room smells like sex. There's the thick, musky smell TJ makes when he works up a sweat, and underneath it is the sweet, salty smell of Benji's sweat. I recognize it both from when we used to play soccer together, and from the way he stinks after his boygasms.

But there's other smells too. The smell of sex, a smell that can't be define, but is undeniable. Sex happened. Sex happened in this room.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?" TJ roars, and then something terrible happens. I find myself cumming. This makes even TJ fall silent.

The pain is excruciating. My cock stretches as far as it can in its cage, but it is forced to remain bent and soft. But that doesn't stop me from dribbling out the most pathetic, unsatisfactory load ever. Just from being screamed at by my son's rapist. It falls out the leg of my shorts and onto the carpet below.

"Oh Jesus fucking CHRIST, Wesley! GODDAMN IT!" TJ roars, and he pops his cock out of my son's mouth and storms across the room. He grabs me by the neck and slams me against the wall. I can't breathe!

"YOU FUCKING BREAK IN HERE? DID I TELL YOU YOU COULD COME IN? YOU FUCKING DISTRACTED ME WHILE I WAS POPPING YOUR EX-SON'S CHERRY! I SHOULD FUCKING KILL YOU RIGHT NOW!"

He's breathing and spitting in my face, but my cock is still dribbling cum. God, this is so terrible! Why is this making me cum??

"AND NOW YOU FUCKING CUM SEEING WHAT I'VE DONE TO YOUR KID? YOU SICK FUCK."

Suddenly, he's dragging me out of the room. He's got me by one arm as he pulls me down the hall, and when we get to the top of the stairs, he switches to gripping my hair. I feel like I'm breaking as he drags me down the stairs — thump, thump, thump —and into the living room, where he drops me to the floor. I lay there gasping. I'm between his two big feet, one of which gives me a swift kick in the ribs.

"You really make me sick, you know that?" he booms down at me. "First of all, you lie around here moping, crying, whining ALL the time but you take no fucking action. I used to think that was something that started since I showed up, but after what I just did with Benji, I am sure that you've always been a whiner and complainer and never a doer. Because you've been living under the same roof with one of the horniest, most eager little child whores this side of the Mississippi, and you did jack shit about it. You missed your chance cause you're an ignorant white dude. And if you ain't worthy to be his pimp, you definitely ain't worthy to be his father."

I flinch as TJ haws a loogie on me.

"I'll tell you what, you fuckwad. I'm going to go get some food. I'll be gone in about an hour. When I get back, the door better be back on its fucking hinges, and the room better be spotless. And it fucking stinks in here, so clean it out. If that's not the case when I get back, you'll have hell to pay. You hear me?"

I'm in my house, in my bedroom, caged, naked, sobbing, beneath my son's rapist, and I do nothing to help my child but agree to this man's terms. I have never felt so worthless in my life.

TJ marches out of the room across the room and grabs a pair of baggy jeans he left lying on the floor last night as well as a wife-beater. He heads out the front door, and just before he slams it, he shouts,

 "DON'T FUCKING TALK TO THE KID! DON'T TOUCH HIM NEITHER, PUSSY!"

I lay there for a few minutes, stunned, on the verge of tears. His words keep ripping through me. "Ain't fit to be a father." Could that be true?

No. No. It's still not over. I still have a chance.

Trembling, hoping none of my ribs are broken, I pull myself to standing, and carefully, quickly make my way up the stairs. I creep down the hall, and then enter the room.

It's embarrassing, but the first thought I have is how much cleaning I'm going to have to do. There is weed everywhere, it smells like shit, and I can see about 15 different lubey handprints—both child-sized and adult sized—all over the room. Some are on the headboard, some on the walls, a few pressed into the carpet.  At some point in the hustle and bustle they knocked over two bongs, spilling the dirty water across the carpet and adding to the stench of weed, alcohol, sweat, and cum. It smells so heavily of sex that I feel a bit intoxicated—then I realize it also smells insanely like poppers.

But the biggest mess in the room is laying on my bed, trembling, oozing, and making the most pathetic little whimper-moans I've ever heard.

I slowly creep over to my son. Oh, I want so badly to hold him in my arms, to help him. But I can't. I can't touch him. He may as well be in a cage just as much as my cock, because TJ effectively locked him up with those words. I can't touch him, but I can look. And what I see is horrific.

I can't believe I'm standing here staring at my son's ass. I always avoided looking at him sexually before TJ came along, but now I can feel my poor cock throbbing as I stare at my son's ruined sphincter. Jesus. I've seen some gaping holes in porn before, but this is so much worse.

In all honesty, it looks like Benji's been fisted. The hole is wide enough for a baseball bat to pass through it without touching the sides. It keeps growing and shrinking, but never coming anywhere near a normal size for a human being, much less a child his age.

But worse than that is the gurgling cum fountain his ass has turned into. I can't believe there's so much semen—just form one orgasm? It had to be multiple. The amount Benji is farting out with each throb is about triple what I just dribbled on the floor downstairs. And it shows no sign of slowing.

For a moment, I almost start to get cleaning, despite my broken heart.

But then I hear something. Something soft and quiet, but something that makes my heart leap. I can't be certain I heard it, so I creep closer. Still careful not to touch my child, I come to the edge of the bed and lean down so my ear is just a few inches from his lips.

Then I hear it again.

"Daddy," he whispers.

I want to scream, I want to cry! I can't believe it! He recognizes me! Jesus! This is the best day ever!

Suddenly, I feel so powerful. I've won! I've defeated TJ. I can do this! I can be a father!

Before I freak out and panic, I reach down and scoop up my child. This is it. I have to get him out of here. I wrap him in a sheet from the bed, then quickly flee from the room. I'm getting him out of here, and we're never going to see TJ again!