Aaron Carter paused in his reminiscing. He'd been sitting back in his chair, watching himself masturbate in his floor-length mirror, while thinking back to the first time his older brother, Nick, and his band, the Backstreet Boys, gangbanged him at a concert they had headlined. Aaron had been smoking one of his favorite brands of cigars during his jack-off session, but he had now finished it. With his 9-inch pecker hard as a rock, he got up to get another one. He'd been unable to sleep, and his clock read 1:30 in the morning, meaning he had been beating his meat for the last half-hour. He'd already remembered how the Boys had used him before the concert as a "good-luck slut" by making him suck them all off, either swallowing their ample loads or getting his then 10-year-old face painted. As he sat and puffed a fresh cigar, he grabbed his dick and began to think back about what happened directly after the concert. It certainly was a night to remember...

*****

"Wake up, slut boy," said Nick Carter's husky voice. "Time to party with your pussy." Aaron's eyes fluttered open to find his older brother standing over him with a perverted grin on his face. As his vision focused, he noticed that Nick was buck naked, and his 10-inch penis was hard as a rock and standing at attention. Clear precum dripped from the head like a leaky faucet. "Gimme a hand, A. J.," he said and stepped to the head of the futon where Aaron lay. A. J. McLean came over, also naked, his body tattoos revealed all over him. His dick was also standing straight up and bobbed as he walked. It was the same length as Nick's, only a little less wide. Roughly, A. J. grabbed Aaron's head and pulled him up. Nick untied his wrists and ordered his kid brother to hold his arms in front of him. Aaron was glad to be rid of the rope. He'd been tied up since Nick bound and gagged him at home before throwing him in the trunk of his car and bringing him to the arena where the Backstreet Boys were performing. After they used him for blowjobs, they went on stage, and Aaron had slept with his arms tied behind him. He was, however, not free for long. With A. J. holding him up, Nick reached under and re-tied his wrists together and pulled his arms over his head. He secured the long end of the rope around the pole behind Aaron and the arm of the futon, effectively keeping the young boy's hands pulled way over his blond head. A. J. undid the rope around Aaron's ankles and stripped off the denim shorts he was wearing. Now, Aaron was totally nude.

A. J. stood and lit a small pipe, and the smell of marijuana filled the room. Taking a couple of deep hits, he passed the pipe to Nick. "Damn, this boy looks hot!" he exclaimed. To everyone in the room, he asked, "You fellas ready to tear Baby Backstreet a new hole tonight?" Aaron winced as A. J. used the nickname by which he'd come to be known. He hated that name.

Nick took a couple of hits off the pipe and said, "Fuck, yeah, dudes. Let's get high, and let's fuck! Gotta fill my bitch here with as much sperm as we can!!" He handed the pipe to Brian, who smoked it before passing it to Howie. Kevin finished what was in it. Nick then grabbed Brian by the head, pushed him down to his knees, and said, "C'mon, baby. Suck me and get my dick ready for my little bro's cunt." Brian started swallowing Nick's massive tool without a word. Nick grunted in approval, lit a cigar, and said, "Okay, who's first?"

Kevin Richardson walked forward and said, "Well, I'm the oldest, so let me have the first fuck." He grabbed his 10-inch bat and climbed on the futon. Sneering at Aaron, he mercilessly rammed into the young boy's puckered asshole. Aaron screamed into his gag. "Yeah!" exclaimed Kevin. "Gonna rip you a new pussy, bitch!" He bottomed out on his first thrust, his giant balls meeting the upturned butt. He grunted viciously and began a hard fuck. Poor little Aaron's head jerked wildly as he was sodomized. His rectum squeezed in protest, but Kevin didn't care. He wanted to fuck his load into the brother of one of his best friends. The very idea of screwing such a young thing was driving his libido, and no one was going to change his mind.

Watching Kevin copulating with Aaron, Howie made his way to Nick. "Yo, man," he said. "We're not gonna use rubbers?"

Nick puffed his cigar and began pushing Brian's head up and down on his thick cock. "Fuck, no," he replied. "We're breedin' Aaron tonight, dude. That's what the little shit's good for. I didn't even bring any condoms with me. I wanna feel all you guys' cum up in his shithole when I pump him. It'll be hot." He reached down and grabbed Brian's head with both hands and slammed his cock deep into his band mate's accommodating throat.

"Shit, what a fuck!" Kevin yelled as he pounded harder and harder into Aaron. Tears streamed from the kid's eyes as he felt the large prick travel inside his rectum. His legs were aching from being tied up like they were, but he knew he'd have to stay like that until the Boys were done with him--and he had no clue as to when that would be. Kevin was hurting him, but Aaron glanced at Nick, who made no move to stop the eldest Backstreet Boy. In fact, Nick had that gleam in his eyes that told Aaron that his brother was getting off on it.

Howie then stepped up to Aaron's face and began wiping his leaking dick all over his cheeks. "Oh, fuck, baby," he cooed. "That's so hot. I can't wait `til it's my turn to ride."

"Here's your chance, motherfucker!" screamed Kevin. He planted his horsecock deep into Aaron and savagely grunted as he fired off his enormous wad. Aaron moaned as he felt the white-hot splashes of jizm paint his rectum, and Kevin's dick pulsing against his walls. After a couple of minutes, the older boy pulled out and wiped his spent member over Aaron's ass. "One down...four to go, dudes."

Howie Dorough wasted little time in taking up his position at the preteen boy pussy. He shoved his hard meat inside and heard a faint squishing sound. "Damn," he muttered. "So much cum..." After Kevin's brutal fuck, Howie screwed slowly, making Aaron feel much better. Howie was the gentle one of the Boys. He never fucked wildly and hard on anyone, and he gave Aaron a lot of pleasure, too, as his cock head rubbed Aaron's love button. The little boy's cock jumped in a dry orgasm as he was stimulated, and his gagged mouth grunted in lust. Brian stopped blowing Nick long enough to watch a moment or two before taking Kevin's semi-hard meat into his mouth to suck it clean. Brian was glad that he wasn't being fucked as he was usually the bottom boy for the group when they couldn't get chicks. It was nice having somebody else be the fuck toy for a night.

It didn't take Howie very long to get his nut. He cried out and unloaded his seed into Aaron's pussy in very quick pulses, his cum mixing with Kevin's. "Why don't you go next, baby?" Nick said to Brian, who rose and stroked his dick. As soon as Howie extracted himself, Brian pushed into Aaron's hole, now leaking with cum, and began his fuck. He looked down at Aaron, and he couldn't believe he was so far inside the kid who was like a little brother to him. Nick had obviously broken him in well as Aaron didn't protest at all. The only sounds he'd made so far was the pain of having Kevin fuck him, which Brian knew all to well. He'd been on the receiving end of that pole, and Kevin was never one to give an easy fuck. Brian had to admit to himself that screwing Aaron's tiny pussy felt like fucking into a velvet glove, and, like Howie, he wasn't going to last much longer.

Still smoking his cigar, Nick came over and rammed a finger into Brian's ass. The boy gasped at the invasion, and Nick placed his lips to his ear and grunted, "Fuck him, man. Give it to him. Shoot your stuff in that bitch-ass of his. Do it!" Brian moaned and did just that. His cock spasmed and pumped several strands of juice into Aaron's already overloaded love tunnel. Brian's body shook in ecstasy, and Nick smiled as he felt his buddy's ass lips tighten and release around his finger. As Brian finished and withdrew, Nick pulled his finger out and shoved it into Brian's mouth. "Good boy," he said in a low voice tinged with lust. He dragged Brian away and said, "A. J., the bitch is yours."

Aaron shuddered as the tattooed A. J. McLean came to him. He was called "The Stud" among the other Backstreet Boys because he liked to really give it to whomever he was fucking. Aaron watched him appear between his raised legs. A. J. still wore his sunglasses, and his mouth, encircled by a very trim moustache and goatee, was twisted in a cruel grin. He fisted his 10-inch dick a few times before aiming it right at Aaron's now-gaping hole. Using the head of his cock, A. J. rubbed it in circles to gather up the cum emerging from the boy pussy, coating it generously. "Okay, bitch boy," he grunted at Aaron. "So far, you've only had boys up in this cunt. I think it's `bout time you were fucked by a real man." With no mercy whatsoever, A. J. penetrated Aaron as hard as he could.

Aaron's brown eyes grew wide as saucers. Pain overloaded his senses. As if from far away, he heard his older brother's voice shout, "Hot damn, A. J.!! That's the way to treat him!!"

"Fuckin' right!" screamed A. J. as he pummeled helpless little Aaron. The force of his whole body was focused in his groin as he laid waste to the kid. Aaron thrashed about as best he could, but his small form was no match for the bronco that rode him. A. J. grunted a bit, but his facial expression was one of calm assurance. He'd done this so many times to hundreds of girls and quite a few boys. Inside, however, the pleasure centers of his brain were overloading with the sensation of his monster cock being gripped by the tightness of Aaron's sphincter as he repeatedly pushed in and pulled out of the amazing boy twat underneath him. His penis was no longer nor as wide as Nick's, but the fuck he was throwing Aaron was way more intense. Aaron tried again and again to cry out, but the gag was too tight over his mouth to let much sound escape. A. J.'s gigantic nutsack slammed into his ass, and the smacking sound that resulted was audible clear across the room. Aaron looked over at Nick, pleading with his eyes for help, but his big brother simply kept beating his meat and grinning as he watched the forbidden act.

Finally, to Aaron's great relief, A. J. stiffened and thrust once more, spurting several strong loads of semen from deep within his balls. Again, the older stud's expression never changed, but animalistic noises came from somewhere far inside his chest, emerging in a rhythmic pattern that matched the convulsions of his manhood. It seemed to take forever, but eventually A. J. finished his cum and pulled out of Aaron. He'd unloaded so much of his man-cream in the boy that it came gushing out when the cock head was extracted. Aaron had what felt like gallons of seed in his ass, and during A. J.'s orgasm, he barely felt the fresh load that was dumped in him. He watched the Backstreet Boy high-five the others and heard him say, "Now, boys, that's how you fuck a bitch!" All of them laughed as Nick approached the futon.

Aaron watched his older brother light up a fresh cigar. Gripping it in his teeth, Nick lined up his 10-inch baby maker with Aaron's open hole and rammed it inside. Surprisingly for Aaron, he barely felt Nick enter him. After being screwed by four guys, and after the assault A. J. had just forced on him, his love canal was numb. As Nick's gigantic cock traveled inside of him, Aaron could feel the multiple loads of sperm squishing around the hard penis. He moaned as Nick bottomed out and puffed clouds of smoke in his face. "Fuckin'-A, little bro," the older sibling muttered. "You were fuckin' born to do this. All that cum feels so hot on my dick. Mmm. Take all of me, you dirty slut." Nick began pounding into his baby brother, grunting loudly with each thrust. Like Kevin and A. J., he didn't waste time, thrusting hard into the battered anus of the boy. Nick humped Aaron like a dog in heat, occasionally holding his love muscle deep inside of him before resuming his fuck.

The other boys gathered around the brothers, stroking their rods. Several minutes went by. No one said a word, and the only sounds in the room were Aaron's occasional whimpering, Nick's grunts, and the "thwack, thwack" sound of the Carter boys' copulation. Kevin finally said, "You getting close, Nick? I'm gonna bust another nut."

Puffing his cigar, Nick said, "Then do it, motherfucker. Paint my little bro."

Kevin aimed at Aaron's face and began shooting his second load of the night. Streams of cum erupted from his dick and landed all over Aaron's face and gagged mouth. Howie and Brian were standing beside Kevin near Aaron's head, and both boys shot off at the same time, their salty offerings mixing with Kevin's cum on Aaron's face. A. J. was kneeling on the futon on the other side, and he grunted as his second orgasm, much smaller than his first but still quite impressive, landed over Aaron's cheeks and nose. Watching the seed of four Backstreet Boys congealing on his little brother set Nick off. "Oh, fuck!" he exclaimed, the cigar tight between his teeth. "I'm gonna cum!!" He slammed his sex all the way into Aaron. The boy whimpered loudly, and Nick ejaculated one of the biggest loads of his life inside Aaron's pussy. The force of his shots were so great that Aaron thought that the sperm would actually find its way to his mouth. Even through the ocean of cum and the numbness inside him, Aaron felt Nick's seed spraying his inner walls. The orgasm lasted several minutes before Nick calmed down. He withdrew his spent dick and stood up next to the futon. His cock dripped with sperm, his and all the other guys', as he finished his cigar. A. J. got a butt plug from somewhere in the room and pushed it up inside of Aaron's ass, trapping much of the semen that hadn't escaped, and the other boys untied the kid's legs and let them fall onto the futon.

Aaron was exhausted, and he faded in and out of consciousness. Later, he would remember hearing the Boys talking about how good a fuck he was, with Nick saying that he was the perfect bitch. He would remember smelling pot as they toked up. He would remember someone untying him and removing his gag. And he would remember Nick gently taking him in his powerful arms, putting him in the car, and finally putting him in his bed at home. The rest of the Carter family had gone for a week to visit some relatives in another state, so there was no need to explain why Aaron slept for the next 24 hours.

When he awoke, Aaron saw his big brother standing over him, cigar in his mouth and that gigantic hard cock in his hand, and he knew it was time to be abused again.

*****

Aaron Carter grunted as his 9-inch penis began pulsing. His ejaculation brought his thoughts back to the present day, and his muscular 22-year-old body stiffened as his ample seed erupted from the head of his cock. He puffed big clouds of smoke as his sperm plastered his upper torso and as his hand gripped his pulsing member. When his balls were finally emptied, Aaron removed his cigar and breathed heavily. He hadn't realized that the memories of his introduction to group sex would evoke such a powerful orgasm. He released his dick and wiped up the cum from his chest, eating almost all of it and reveling in the salty taste. He rose from his chair in front of his mirror, finished smoking his stogie, and climbed back into bed. The clock read 2 AM, and Aaron drifted off into sleep, his lust satisfied for at least a while, and he dreamed of the Backstreet gangbang all over again.