(m/bbb - oral, anal)
" I've got to get to you first. Before they do.
It's just a question of time. Before they lay their hands on you. And make you
just like the rest. " -DM
He trotted to the last house on his
paper route to collect the due balance. Mr. Robson's residence was a singular
example of modern architecture. It consisted of concrete cubes attached
together, resembling a giant Lego sculpture. The boy thought it looked really
cool because the odd construction stood out in the middle class neighbourhood.
His confidence was strong approaching the entrance.
So far, he had shouldered the burdens of independence and responsibility very
well. Money piled up in his short's pocket. The folks were content with the
assiduous service of his paper delivery enterprise.
He could do this.
He was ten-years-old.
He could break free from the chronic bouts of shyness.
Nothing would scare him anymore.
He rang the doorbell and presented a bill as soon as
Mr. Robson opened the door. The well-groomed man glanced down and smiled.
"You must be the new paperboy?" He beamed.
"Jacob, right?" He added, recalling the name on the notification card he'd
received in the mail.
"Yes, Mister." The boy piped
nervously. "You owe me ten dollars."
"Yeah, of course." The man
concurred, concealing his enchantment.
Of all the paperboys he'd encouraged, Jacob was the
youngest and the most attractive. The skinny tow-headed kid seemed reserved
and pleasantly innocent. His sneakers were in mint condition. His pale bare
legs were devoid of any scratches. And the front of his t-shirt was immaculate.
Robson found the fresh face quite charming and gladly
completed the transaction, including a ten-dollar tip, which garnered
resounding thanks from the polite paperboy.
"I will come to your house first
every morning!" Jacob promised.
At the end of his gleeful outburst, he noticed
something behind the generous customer. His liveliness vanished at once. In
the middle of the living room, a nude boy lay inert on the floor. The left arm
of the corpse was missing.
Jacob gasped and froze on the spot, eyes glued on the
Robson pivoted his head quickly to see what had
caused such panic in his young visitor.
"Oh! Don't be frightened! That's
just a doll!" He laughed. "I was fixing it when you arrived."
Jacob observed the man walk to the lifeless body and
pick it off the floor.
"Hello, I'm a doll." Mr.
Robson said to him, moving the thing comically.
The blond boy regained his colours gradually. He
advanced hesitantly towards the doll. It was so...lifelike! Everything inch of
it was a perfect reproduction, right down to the tiniest freckles on its nose.
"Wow, mister. This is weird..."
He squealed, touching the doll's nipples with his index. His gaze went to the
exposed hairless genitals. The small pink penis rested limply on two smooth
nuggets. It was so similar to his weenie, with the small donut of foreskin at
"It's nice, uh? I make these for a
living. Do you want to see more in the warehouse?" Robson asked, sensing
the child's curiosity.
The boy nodded. His guts were telling him it was all
right. The goofy thirty-year-old man did not correspond to the image of the
monsters his mom had warned him about. Mr. Robson wore designer jeans and a CK
t-shirt. Frequent grins illuminated his clean-shaven mug. Jacob felt he could
follow him without a worry.
* * *
The neon light flickered in the lofty white room. They appeared
out of the darkness. Twenty boy mannequins, dressed casually, sitting on
wooden chairs. Jacob felt a shiver creep up his spine the way they all stared
at him, mouth slightly open, and a peaceful blank expression on their
petrified faces. He strolled amidst the human dolls. There were toddlers here
and there, boys like him and teenagers. Their hair and eyes seemed so real!
"Cool!" He exclaimed.
"They're made of silicone."
Robson declared. "All of these are based on actual kids."
"Yep." The man confirmed.
"My customers are mostly Japanese. They can be fussy regarding certain
"How much do they cost?"
Jacob asked, thinking it would be great to have an identical twin to play with
or put under the covers to sneak out at night!
"Oh, too much for you buddy!"
Robson ruffled the boy's hair. "Trust me, kids can't afford to buy one.
Only grown men play with these...hmm...cuddly dolls."
The ten-year-old stared silently at the magnificent
toys, wondering why grown men would play with little boy dolls? From the tone
of the adult's voice and his uneasy innuendos, he presumed it had to do with
sex. His penis stiffened in his shorts.
The only black boy in the room piqued his interest.
He breezed to it and recognized immediately a schoolmate. The quality of the
replica was uncanny. The doll had exactly the same fleshy lips and flat nose,
the same thin layer of curly hair on the scalp and the same skin pigmentation,
a dark maroon. Even the clothes had been chosen appropriately. The dummy
sported the black kid's Adidas jogging pants and the high-top runners he
"Do you know Tyrell?" Robson
asked, seeing the boy's reaction.
"Uh-uh," Jacob said. "He's
in my class."
The vision of the familiar face mesmerized Jacob.
He had never thought much of his dark-skinned classmate. Tyrell was a year
older. He had flunked the fifth grade and had been forced to do it all over
again. Now that Jacob knew Tyrell had modeled for a doll, his perception of
the boy changed entirely.
"Do you want to punch him?"
Robson proposed. "Go ahead! He won't mind. That's what they are for. You
can do whatever you want with them."
Jacob giggled. He curled his fingers into a fist
and delivered a solid jab to the doll's jaw.
"Good one!" The man cheered.
"Is he, like exactly identical?"
Jacob inquired, blushing.
Robson grinned wickedly, understanding the true
intent of the question. "If you're asking if my dolls are anatomically
correct, then the answer is yes." He whispered. "Let's have a
Jacob surveyed the man as he grabbed the doll under
the armpits and hoisted it on its feet. The next instant, Tyrell's jogging
pants and his briefs were bunched up around his ankles.
Robson loved his occupation. He could blabber about
it for hours. Gepetto wished his creation would become a real boy. Robson
wished a real boy would become a perfect doll. And unlike the old puppet maker,
he didn't get upset with lies and body parts lengthening.
"You see. This is no G.I. Joe.
That's a perfect copy of his testicles." He said, jiggling the pendulous
little eggs with his fingers. "Same for his dick. You get an accurate
result if you use the proper compound for the mold."
Jacob stared at the exposed privates, feeling
queasy inside that he could do it without any repercussion from their owner.
Mr. Robson flipped the life-sized dummy over and separated its firm brown
"They even have a poop hole, but
nothing ever comes out of it!" He blurted out. "Go on, put a finger
The bashful boy raised his index finger and
carefully inserted it in the puckered aperture. The plastic ring clung to his
knuckle. He pulled his digit out quickly and giggled.
"Do you think you could model for
me?" Robson asked tentatively. "You're a very handsome chap!"
Jacob shook his head vehemently. He wasn't aware of
the process to create a clone of his self, but he had figured out it involved
disrobing. A lot of disrobing! The man's sudden interest in him was alarming.
"So you're shy?" Robson
chuckled. "I thought you were a brave kid. After all, you're alone in
this room with a stranger?"
The word 'stranger' put Jacob on the defensive. The
friendly man sounded more and more like a pervert.
"Uh, I have to go now. Bye."
He said and scampered to the exit.
"Goodbye, Jacob! See you next
week." Robson cried out.
* * *
night, sleep didn't come for Jacob. The youngster kept thinking of the human
dolls in the warehouse, how all these boys had to get naked for the man to
make a replica. His hand slithered into his pajama pants and fondled his rigid
little penis. The number of times he masturbated was cause for concern, but he
couldn't help himself lately. He was mutating into a monster.
The first sign of his
body changing was fine golden hair at the armpits. His mom also said he stunk
up the car after soccer practice. She demanded he put on deodorant on a daily
basis. But he forgot.
The boy's hormonal
flare up disconcerted the mother. Her precious son was slipping away from her.
"Chemicals. It's all those chemicals!" She cursed.
Jacob didn't share her
despair even though the premature onset of puberty affected him greatly.
His sexual impulses had
become uncontrollable. It seemed he was in a permanent state of arousal.
Unconsciously, his hand migrated on its own to his crotch to pet the bulge
tenting his shorts. Before gym class, he had to shut his eyes in order to
avoid ogling at the other boys undressing. Even something as uninspiring as
the bare feet of his schoolmates awoke his pecker! He masturbated every chance
he got and luxuriated in the glorious pleasure.
The images of Tyrell's
genitals were still vivid on his mind. Everything was slightly bigger than his.
He felt a hint of jealousy as he tugged on his penis under the covers. A movie
started playing in his head. He was naked in the warehouse. All the dolls had
no clothes on too. He cavorted amidst the crowd of nude boys and rubbed his
stiffy on their silky bodies. He kissed them, touched their dicks and their
A yelp escaped his lips.
His body trembled on the mattress. The intensity of his orgasm paralysed him
momentarily. Then, he exhaled, gently caressing his softening boyhood.
* * *
next time Jacob walked over to Mr. Robson's home to collect his due, he bowed
his head and asked sheepishly, "Can I see the dolls again?"
The silicone artist
come on over. I'll show you neat stuff."
Inside the warehouse,
Jacob grabbed an Asian toddler doll and cradled it in one arm. With the other
he touched the face, exploring every feature.
Robson smiled, happy that the paperboy had warmed up to his uncommon work.
"He's a big seller."
Jacob deposited the
doll back on its chair and scooted to a young teenager dressed in a school
uniform. He proceeded to unbuckle its trousers and bare its midsection. A
patch of wiry dark hair adorned the doll's pubic mound.
show you something." Robson said, amused by the boy's sudden boldness.
"See. If you squeeze his balls, his dick swells up. Like this."
Jacob watched the
doll's penis slowly rise and curve up. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft
and compressed the hardened rubber.
that's the whole point. Lemme show you something fun." Robson said.
He strolled to a
table, picked up a pastry bag and returned.
is vanilla icing you put on cakes. There's a small hole, right here on the
hip. You squeeze it inside, then when you push the tiny button here..."
A thick jet of white
icing squirted out of the doll's erection.
uh? Older boys and men can do that." Robson explained.
The little boy
frowned in embarrassment. He knew that. Whenever he masturbated and reached
the peak of pleasure, a sticky droplet always appeared through the slit of his
glans. Once, he had seen porno clips on the Internet when his father forgot to
activate the parental filter software. The white stuff gushed out of the men's
penises at the end of every scene.
Mr. Robson knelt on
the floor and licked up the dollops of icing dribbling on the sides of the
teenage hard-on. He opened wide and engulfed the entire thing, moaning
sensuously. His sucking lips slid on the length of the false dick, collecting
the creamy smears.
The whole time, Jacob
chuckled, watching the obscene spectacle. The man was nothing like the other
adults in his life. They were always reminding him of the things he could not
do, whereas Mr. Robson let him touch whatever he wanted and didn't make up phoney
answers to his questions. The outgoing man looked like someone he should
aspire to become, unlike his pot-bellied uncles who were always broke and
drank beer all day.
wanna try it? I'll load him up again." Mr. Robson suggested.
Jacob fell on his
knees between the dummy's legs. He inspected the flesh-coloured plastic,
amazed by the precise imitation. Then he lowered his mouth on the penis and
began sucking it at once. The teen's erect member bumped the inside of his
cheeks, bulging them out. He had never felt naughtier. The sexy game excited
him so much.
Robson examined the
blond head bobbing over the crotch of the mannequin, wishing he were the one
sitting there instead of a stupid lifeless thing unable to appreciate it. He
stepped behind the doll and manipulated the head.
suck my dick, Jacob! This feels so goooood. You're my best friend! Get ready
here it comes!"
Jacob braced himself
for the sugary reward. Mr. Robson pressed on the button. A gob of icing
exploded in the back of the boy's throat. He choked on it and backed off
slightly to swallow the gooey sweet cream.
Giddy from the
experience, he took to his feet and wiped his mouth with the back of his
was fun." He said, moseying towards the door.
"Are you leaving already?"
Robson spotted the
contours of the kid's boner pushing against the fabric of his shorts.
I guess you need to take care of a little something."
Once the paperboy had
bolted out the door, the man hurried back to the warehouse. He grabbed the
first of his creation he could get his hands on and yanked its pants down. The
doll lay limply, bent over the chair awaiting to be raped. Robson released his
leaking cock from the confines of his jeans and speared it up its anus. His
pent-up frustrations had him growling. He shagged the love doll violently,
thinking of Jacob, bucking against the plastic rump.
After a minute of
unbridled rutting, he came. His cock spilled a huge wad of sperm in the satin
bowel of the boy who hadn't complained once.
* * *
had never seen the black kid that much before. But now that he was aware of
the link with Mr. Robson, it seemed Tyrell popped up everywhere around him.
Besides school, Jacob saw him at the grocery store, the park or riding his
bike on the streets around the block. Every time, he stared at him with a
The growing obsession
prompted him to follow the classmate after school. Just to see where he lived.
Tyrell marched to his home with that nonchalant gait common to wannabe
hoodlums. He took out his key and finally noticed the shadow lurking behind
want?" He demanded, spinning around on a dime.
caught in his spying. He said the first thing that surfaced on his mind.
saw you at Mr. Robson's place."
Tyrell loosened up
and grinned at the white boy.
a cool dude, uh?"
Jacob nodded timidly,
still intimated. After all, the black boy was eleven and he was just ten. As
well, he must have known about his inability to assert himself. Everyone on
his grade level knew he was always picked last at dodgeball, after the fat
"Did he play with ya on the waterbed? D'ya go in the sex machine?"
Tyrell went on.
A sex machine?
yeah." Jacob acquiesced, pretending to comprehend what was being
discussed. He didn't want to spoil a budding friendship already.
"C'mon in. Mamma's not here yet."
The next moment, both
preteens were sitting on Tyrell's bed, playing videogames as if they were best
buddies since forever. Jacob cringed when the taller boy stole a joint from
his brother's stash. But he sucked on the weed stick and filled his lungs with
the smoke to appear cool and mature. His eyelids became heavy. He laughed for
no reason, feeling light-headed and carefree.
For a while, he
phased out and stared at the white-socked feet at the end of their legs.
Sometimes, there were four and sometimes they were eight.
I stone?" He giggled.
yeah, doofus." Tyrell laughed. "This is boring. You wanna get
Jacob shrugged his shoulders, unsure what it meant.
The black boy removed
his t-shirt then his Adidas jogging pants. He gave a quick tug to the front of
his briefs and glared at his guest who sat motionless. Jacob understood. He
mimicked the brazen kid, shucked off his clothes, his heart thumping. His eyes
were glued to Tyrell's crotch as he stripped out of his underwear. But there
was nothing he had not seen before on the doll, the same brown sac of nuts and
Jacob slid his briefs
off his short legs. They were both naked now, except for their white socks.
Their thighs touching, they fondled their respective penises. Jacob's slim
appendage inflated, the knob blossoming through the folds of foreskin. As for
Tyrell's dick, it expanded in a flash. The circumcised head was a light
violet, a stark contrast against the dark shaft.
playfully, peeking at each other's crotches. Jacob envied his new friend's
endowment. His dick was pretty beefy and his balls equally.
many times ya jerk off a day?" Tyrell asked candidly.
dunno. Four times. No, three times. Uh, maybe." Jacob trailed off.
reassured the blond boy. Out of the blue, Tyrell pounced on him. They rolled
on the mattress, their hairless forms rubbing together deliciously. Jacob's
eyes widened when the sensuous classmate massaged his butt and kissed him full
on the lips. The eleven-year-old had evidently done this before and Jacob felt
suddenly unqualified. He let his hands roam on the kid's smooth ebony skin,
getting comfortable with the omnipresence of another body in his usually
selfish sex play.
smoothly. They touched each other's balls and tugged on their stiff peckers in
unison. Jacob gazed at the black boy's erection, yearning to know how it would
feel to have it in his mouth? How it would taste? If it would be like the
"Can I suck your dick?" He asked.
awn." Tyrell smiled, spreading his legs.
Jacob grasped the
erection offered to him and made his tongue dance around the head. He opened
up and started to suck the vibrant flesh, taking as much as he could in his
mouth. After the initial salty film had gone, all he could taste was the
leaking pre-cum. His cheeks hollowed in each time he bobbed his head on the
stiff penis. He sucked the black boy steadily, eager to please him. But Tyrell
pushed his head away.
You ain't doin' it right. It's like you're biting it." He said. "I'll
Jacob watched the
well-informed child demonstrate in an exaggerated manner how he pursed his
lips over his teeth. Tyrell's mouth zoomed to his pink genitals, nibbled his
testicles and teased his boydick. Finally, the fleshy lips parted and clamped
down around it. Jacob moaned as soon as the wet suction began. He hooked his
legs up around the older boy and relished the constant grip of the slimy lips
on his rigid little rod.
Unngh. That feels unggh good." He mumbled, feeling compelled to praise
the demented buddy for it to continue longer.
It was unnecessary.
Tyrell enjoyed seeing the skinny white boy go out of his mind. He alternated
between sucking his dick and licking his balls. Once in a while, he moved down
lower and tickled the younger boy's asshole with the tip of his tongue.
Jacob's mind reeled
from all the exquisite sensations. Tyrell shifted on top of him and parked his
knees on each side of his blond head. In other circumstances, Jacob would have
told him 'Get your butt outta my face'. But right then, he was transfixed by
the dangling balls and elongated pecker above his face. He stretched his neck
and bent the black boy's penis to put it in his mouth.
In a harmonious
frenzy, they sucked each other's stiffies. Jacob savoured every second of the
sixty-nine. Tyrell slurped his dick like a Popsicle and he devoted the same
passion to his chubby, carefully avoiding grazing the sensitive head with his
Just like he had done
to the doll, he sneaked his index finger between Tyrell's ass cheeks and
pushed it in the brown hole. The boy's erection pulsed on his tongue. A bit of
cum trickled down his throat. As he swallowed the milky fluid, his little
penis twitched. He let out a stifled moan, overcome by the convulsions of his
To be continued...
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