Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2024 14:03:10 +0000 (UTC) From: Shawn Couch Subject: "His New Toy" Gay/Incest The story below is a work of pure fiction; a complete, and total fabrication from the author's mind. The characters described within the story lines are not intended to reflect upon anyone past, or present. If reading such material is offensive, or unlawful, then please do not read any further. Also, the author does not condone any unlawful acts set forth against minors. For the author's other stories, please visit the section titled, "Authors." Scroll down until you come upon the screen name, "Shawn." Nifty needs our support! In order to remain a free site, Nifty needs our donations. Whatever you can donate will be greatly appreciated. Thank you in advance. "His New Toy" My name is Chase, and this is my story. I just turned 12 today, and also got busted for shoplifting too. I'm not really a bad kid, but I do defy my single mom all the time. She means well, but I reckon I'm just hanging around the wrong group of boys, and constantly doing stupid things. I'm 4'7" and probably weigh around 80 pounds with long blond wavy hair. My mom hates that I have long hair, but I feel that's her problem, and not really mine. I guess I hang around the wrong group of boys on account of being fed up with being teased all the time about my looks. I hate being called pretty, cause it makes me sort of feel that I'm kind of girly looking. With the boys I hang out with, they don't really tease me at all, and ever since I started hanging around them, the other boys are now too chicken to pick on me. Just so you know, I have medium thick blond eyebrows, and long upwards curled eyelashes. My eyes are blue, and I have matching dimples on both of my facial cheeks. I have a small nose with just a couple of tiny freckles on the bridge. My teeth are straight, and I constantly brush them, so they are kind of pure white. My mom is a great mother, but when she arrived at the store to pick me up after being caught shoplifting, I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was royally pissed. Keeping her eyes on the road, and with anger rising in her voice, she said, "You did it this time! I've already talked with my brother, and your little young ass is going to spend the entire summer with him, and that's final!" First of all, my mom's brother, Uncle Art, scared the tee total crap out of me. I've only met him a handful of times, cause he lives about seven hours away deep in the Louisiana bayou. I've been to his place once, and where he lives, Tarzan himself wouldn't be caught dead there. He has a one bedroom shack right on the bayou, and there isn't anything, and I do mean anything, to do there. Also, Uncle Art is a monster of a man, standing close to 6'6" and has to weigh well over 300 pounds. He's not fat by any sense of the word, and I can't imagine not too many men would want to tangle with him. He has a huge barrel chest, and keeps his head shaven. Just looking at him scares the shit right out of me. Once my mom told me about staying with him for the summer, I began crying and begging, but this time around, I obviously pushed her way too far, cause she wasn't hearing any of it. In fact, when we got home, she told me to stay in the car, and about ten minutes later, out she came with a carrying bag, slung it in the backseat, and off we went. We arrived in hell around 8pm, and Uncle Art invited us in. We ate supper, and mom slept on the sofa while I curled up in the ragged cloth covered recliner. Early the next morning, they were in the small kitchen fixing breakfast, and as soon as we finished, my mom planted a kiss on my forehead, and drove off heading back home, leaving me completely speechless standing next to my uncle on his worn-out front porch. We went back in, and he plopped down in the recliner while I nervously sat on the sofa. He looked so dang mean, and his husky voice didn't help much either as he began speaking, "Look boy, you might of given your ma some shit, but I can flat fuck guarantee you that you won't give me any! Now, you need to unclog your ears, and hear me well boy, cause I ain't go not qualms at all tanning your little backside! If you think about running away, go on, and help yourself. You've got about 30 miles of hell to go through before you reach what you'd call civilization. We got gators, bears, panthers, poisonous snakes, and every other fucking critter that would love to make a snack out of your scrawny little ass. That ain't meant to scare ya none, but that's just the way it is out here! Alright, rule number one. You do whatever the fuck I tell ya, and I ain't about to hear no backtalk at all! Rule number two. Never forget rule number one boy, cause I'll whip your ass so bad you won't be able to sit on it for a week! Now, getting on to more of a personal sort of thing. Since you like wearing your hair like a girl, you know, long and all, I'm gonna treat you like one. In other words boy, you gonna be my little bitch! There ain't no girls or women around these parts for miles, and since you as pretty as a little girl, well I'm gonna make you one! Those fancy clothes of yours ain't gonna work around here, so go on, get out of them!" I was mortified, and shaking like a falling leaf. As I stood, I felt my legs buckle, but within a brutal minute, I was now standing before my uncle wearing just my Fruit-of-the-Loom underwear. He grunted and scowled, and then yelled, "Those too boy! When I told ya to get naked, that's exactly what the fuck I meant! From this point on, there ain't no need for you to wear clothes at all!" I thought I was going to faint as I lowered my underwear, and then stepped out of the leg openings while my hands covered my crotch area. Once again, my uncle yelled, "Don't be shy little girl! Get those hands by your side so I can see what all I'm working with!" My hands reluctantly dipped down by my side, and now I was standing there in front of him bare bones naked. He scooted forwards a bit, wiped his mouth with the back of his right hand, and then spoke as if I wasn't ever there, "Well, well, well, looky here! I'd say that's a mighty fine inch of pretty boy meat you got yourself there boy, and just like I like em, and cut too. Yeah, you ain't even got a blade of grass anywhere to be seen, and I like em that way too, cause you can't eat no fucking hair! Uh huh, you got yourself some tasty looking little pearls to go along with that delicious looking pecker of yours. Yeah, I'd reckon they are about the size of a sweet pea, all round and such. Fuck, makes my mouth water just looking at em. Damn boy, if I didn't know any better, I'd swear up and down you was a pretty little girl, but now that I see your pecker and your tiny marbles, well um, you'll do just fine, yes sir, just fine at that! Now, turn around so I can take a good look at your backside." I turned completely around, and although I couldn't see him, I felt as though I could feel his eyes burning fresh holes on my butt. His husky voice rose, "God almighty dang boy, you done went and got your ma's ass! That mother fucker is plump and shapely! I know you my nephew and all, but holy fucking shit, I'd bet the farm that there ain't no way in hell anything funky could come out of something so mother fucking perfect! But, I'm gonna make sure that nothing does while your little girly ass is in training." He made me follow him into the bathroom, and I watched him fill up a large rubber looking bag with warm water, and then he poured in some minty smelling mouthwash. Once he had the bag full, he hung it up on a rod that held the curtain for a shower. He grabbed a long tube that was attached to the bag, and told me to bend over while squatting over the toilet. Uncle Art said, "Now, this is gonna feel uncomfortable at first, but you'll get used to it, cause I sure as fuck don't wanna get no oil on my dipstick!" I felt pressure on my butthole, and again, he spoke, "Ah fuck yeah boy, now that's what I call one mighty fine piece of ass you got yourself there. Your little rosebud is so fucking tiny, and kind of looks like a little dot in a sea of cream. Yeah, I'm gonna bust this sweet little cherry all the fuck up!" The tube entered my butt, and I must have squealed a little too loud, cause I felt the stinging sensation across my butt as he slapped my butt with his bare hand while saying, "Just cause you look like a little girl, ain't no since in you screaming like one!" He did explain to me that he was giving me an enema, and I was well beyond being embarrassed dumping my bowels in front of him. I'm not sure how long this ordeal lasted, but once it was finally over, he stood behind me and watched me brush my teeth, and then I stepped in the shower, and he insisted that he washed me. This too was extremely embarrassing, but as soon as he began lathering up my dick and balls, my 12 year old pecker became rock solid hard. He snickered, and then his husky voice sliced through the air, "Yeah baby boy, that's it, that's it right the fuck there. I'd have to get my ruler, but your pretty little pecked looks to be a good three and half inches, and about as thick around as a tasty Vienna sausage. Hot damn boy, that pretty little pecker of yours is straighter than a mother fucking arrow! Hmm mmmmmmm tasty; looks mighty tasty if you ask me!" His large left hand completely covered my erection, and while he was slowly and methodically jerking on my dick, I felt his fingers pry themselves into my butt crack. The next thing I knew, I was arching myself upwards on my toes while he shoved a soapy finger straight up my butt. He yelled, "Gotta get that pretty ass pussy of yours all cleaned up!" Just for the record, about 4 months ago, I accidentally discovered how to jack myself off. When my watery cum shot out of my dick, I kind of thought I did some kind of internal damage to myself. It felt good, real good at that, and after the first time, I became somewhat of a jack-off pro, beating my meat anywhere from 3 to 8 times per day, seven days a week. It sort of felt like the finger probing the interior of my butt was doing all it could to tickle my throat. My body was shaking something awful, and it felt like I was going to cum any second now, but Uncle Art would stop jerking me off long enough to make the feeling go down, and then would slam his finger deep into my bowels, over and over again, time after time. When he finally finished bathing me, he insisted that he dry me off. As he rubbed the towel all over my body, he hoarsely said, "Little girly boy, that ass pussy of yours is mighty tight, and fucking hotter than hellfire too! Yeah, I'm gonna have fun busting the fuck out of your cherry!" While all of this was going on, I was scared to death. I wasn't at all used to a grown ass man doing all of the things he had already done to me, much less say all that he's said. I couldn't comprehend why he kept calling my butt an ass pussy, and being somewhat naive, had no clue what he meant by busting my cherry. Sure, when I was around the so-called bad boys, we talked some shit about fucking girls, but in all honesty, none of us had ever done anything. It was all just shit talking, and nothing more, and nothing less! After he dried me off, he looked down and into my eyes, and said, "Go sit on the sofa until I'm ready for ya, and don't you dare play with your pretty little willy!" While he was taking a shower, I sat perfectly still, and my mind was running wildly with all kinds of sorted thoughts. Once again, I could feel my entire body shaking. I knew about gay stuff, but never really paid much attention to it. Call me naive, or just downright a little stupid, but I wasn't smart enough to figure out what my uncle was up to, but that quickly changed as soon as he walked into the small living room buck ass naked. From his neckline, all the way down to the top of his large feet, the man was covered in thick black fur. My eyes magnetically were drawn to his flaccid man meat, and holy shit what man meat my uncle has. Soft, it protruded out from all the black pubic hair a good five or so inches, and soft, it already looked thicker than my hand. His soft cock dangled downward over his bull sized hairy balls a solid five inches. I watched in fear as he hoisted up his huge hairy balls, and plopped down onto the recliner. For a few eerie seconds, nothing was said, but he kept his large emerald green eyes feasting on my naked body. His husky voice shook my soul, "Little girly boy, get that sweet little ass of yours over here so you can get better acquainted with my meat!" Like a zombie, I slid off the sofa, and sat on my knees in between his thick hairy legs. My hands were already trembling as I touched a cock other than my own. It felt so soft, and spongy like as my small fingers gingerly explored his thick man muscle. The enormous cockhead completely shrouded over the thick creamy colored shaft, and even it looked mighty angry too. As my fingers slowly danced up and down, Uncle Art's cock began getting longer, and a heck of a lot thicker. Soon, his erect steel like cock was pert near staring me straight into my watery eyes. Just guessing, but his hard cock had to be at least 8.5 inches long, and as thick as a good sized cucumber. While my fingers gently gripped and played with his massive cock, Uncle Art said, "Yeah boy, get used to this cock, cause you sure as fuck are gonna come to love that motherfucker!" About a minute later, Uncle Art said, "Uh huh pretty boy, it's time you learn how to pleasure a man! You gotta watch those teeth of yours, cause this ain't the kind a meat you gnaw on! Get to it boy! Get that pretty little mouth busy on my cock, and watch those fucking teeth of yours too!" It was one thing touching it, but now he wants me to actually put my mouth on it. I did feel kind of nauseous just thinking about it, not to mention, how in the hell was I supposed to get that monster inside my small mouth. Apparently, I had been thinking about it too long for his taste, cause he grabbed the back of my head with both hands, and slammed his cockhead onto my lips. Out of sheer instinct, I must have opened my mouth, cause the next thing I knew, I had about half of his thick cockhead inside my mouth. My taste buds shuttered and shook as I tasted a mild salty flavor, and I quickly came to realize that it was his precum I was tasting. Several times, my uncle shove my mouth harder onto his already oversized cock causing me to gag each and every time. At one point, he said, "Go on boy, you'll come to love having this here cock in your pretty little mouth!" The tears were falling out of my eyes as he literally fucked my mouth up and down on his enormous mushroom shaped cockhead, and then he barked, "Lick that sons-a-bitch like you're licking on a ice cream cone! Don't forget to show my balls some attention too boy!" Up and down, and all around, my tongue slithered and slapped all over his meaty cock while my fingers danced wildly all over his hairy bull balls. Between licking his cock's shaft, and sucking half of his huge cockhead, my mouth was starting to ache some. Uncle Art was panting heavily as he said, "Boy, it's time you learn how to take a man's milk! I'm getting close, so you'd best start swallowing, and be a good little cock sucking bitch boy, and drink it all the fuck up!" A couple of minutes later, I felt the raw power of his cum as it began popping off, round after round, into my mouth. I gagged after swallowing a huge mouthful, but his powerful hands held my mouth onto his erupting cock. It was kind of salty, definitely gooey, and seemed endless as more and more thick man cream shot into my mouth. I wasn't able to keep up, and some of his cum oozed out of my mouth, and was trickling down his massive cock's thick shaft. I have no idea how long he shot thick man goo into my mouth, but thank God it had ran its course. He yanked my mouth away from his cock while screaming, "Lick it all up boy! Lick that shit all the fuck up since you spilled some!" I obeyed, and he even had me lick all over his huge hairy balls before telling me to go sit on the sofa. I was sitting on the sofa, and he was in his recliner with his eyes closed, and panting as if he had just ran in a marathon. I could still taste the saltiness of his cum, and knowing what I had just done, sort of made me feel that much more embarrassed. What was even more surprising was the fact that my own little boy stick was as hard as a bone, and throbbing harder than ever before. A few minutes later, Uncle Art was fully recovered, and while looking me square into my eyes, he boldly asked, "Hey pretty boy, you ever had your salad tossed?" Out of fear, and respect, and having no clue what he meant, I quickly replied, "Sir, I'm not sure what you mean by that sir." He chuckled loudly, and then said, "Fuck me, you're not only a girly boy virgin, but you ain't all that smart either. Boy, I'm talking about shoving my tongue all up in your tiny speck of a shitter, you know, what they call eating your ass the fuck out!" Hearing what he had just said seemed really nasty, and disgusting, but in response, I said, "Oh, thank you sir, but no sir, I ain't never done anything like that sir!" He chuckled once more, and then said, "Well boy, eating ass is a two-way street you know. If I eat yours, you're gonna be eating mine. I ain't into having no dick in my ass, but I'm okay with a finger and a tongue, especially your little ass bony fingers! Now, get your sweet ass over here, and I'm fix'n to put a tongue whoop'n all over your sweet little pooper!" I stood in front of him, and before I knew what was taking place, Uncle Art snatched me up with both hands, spun me upside down so that the back of my head was on top of his thighs, and my butt was sticking straight up into the air. My knees were hovering above my head as he growled, "Hot damn, now this right here is what I call a prized pooper, uh huh, yes sir indeed it is, a mighty fine one at that!" I felt his nose pressing up against my butthole, and knowing he was now sniffing my butthole was way more than just embarrassing, but then again, there wasn't anything I could do about it. After inhaling several long breaths, Uncle Art smacked his lips, and then said, "Ahhhhhhhh damn, now this is what this pretty little thing is supposed to smell like. Smells better than a freshly baked apple pie, and now I'm fix'n to eat this speck of a rosebud like nobodies fucking business!" As soon as I felt his meaty tongue smack sharply against my upturned butthole, I immediately felt kind of a ticklish sensation, and almost let out a loud chuckle. However, seconds later, the ticklish feeling completely vanished, and now I was literally reeling from a sensation I had never even knew existed. I could hear myself moan, and whimper, as his tongue ravished not only my butthole, but the entire length of my butt crack. Once again, my entire body was shaking something awful, and that too, was way beyond my control. Uncle Art was grunting, growling, and slurping as his tongue slid into my anal canal. Almost instantly, I felt a burning sensation from his tongue going in a place nothing had ever entered before. With his tongue diving deeper and deeper up my anal canal, my moans, whimpers, and hissing noises grew louder and louder by the second. My right hand was on autopilot as it tried to grab a hold of my hard little nail, but Uncle Art kept on swiping my hand away. After several times of brushing my hand away from touching my boy stick, Uncle Art angrily yelled, "Keep your fucking hands off your cock until I tell you to boy!" Panting heavily, I replied, "Yesssssssssssss siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrr!" I could also feel his monster of a cock pressing itself up against my back, and every so often, I could feel it twitch and throb. Needles to say, Uncle Art kept on tongue fucking my butthole harder than a thirsty dog lapping up a fresh bowl of cool water. To say the least, I was in some sort of mess, and to be completely honest, I didn't want this to ever stop. His meaty tongue diving in and out of my butt was sending my brain to some place I had never been before. For who knows how long later, but Uncle Art slid off the recliner, and still held me in kind of an upside down position, and the next thing I knew, he placed me on top of his bed, and that's when he stopped tongue fucking my ass. He was standing at the edge of the bed, eyeing me as if I was the main course at a 5 star restaurant. He snickered, and then said, "Boy, that sure is one hell of a mighty fine tasting ass you got yourself there, but now it's time you learn how to eat a man's ass." I watched him get on all fours, lowering his upper body on top of the mattress while hiking his large hairy ass up in the air. I honestly didn't know what I was supposed to do, but after a few seconds, he growled while harshly saying, "What the fuck are you waiting for girly boy? Get your sweet little ass back there, and start eat'n my mother fucking ass, and boy, I best be feeling you eat'n my ass like you mother fuck'n love it!" On my knees, I walked in behind his fur covered butt. Even his crack was completely covered by black fur. With my hands on each of his large hairy butt cheeks, I spread them a little, and even by spreading them, I still wasn't able to see his butthole. There was just too much fur! However, not wanting him to whip my ass, I stuffed my face in between his large mounds, and the musky scent greeted my nose instantly. Once again, out of fear of my uncle, I reluctantly stuck my tongue out, and wiggled it through miles of hair until I felt my tongue strike his butthole. Uncle Art yelled, "Go on boy, get that fuck'n tongue of yours all up in there! Yeah, you pretty little girly boy, eat that shit hole like you love that mother fucker!" It felt weird, gross, and somewhat repulsive, but I used my tongue to swipe all over his butthole, hoping beyond any and all hope I was doing it right, or at least, to his satisfaction. To help matters even more, Uncle Art reached back with both hands, and pried his butt cheeks even wider apart. By him doing that, it sure did give me a lot more room to operate. After about two or three minutes of me rubbing my tongue all over his butthole, Uncle Art yelled, "For fucksake boy, get that mother fuck'n tongue up in my shitter! That's it boy, shove that little shit eat'n tongue of yours deep into my shitter!" Okay, rubbing my tongue on his butthole was gross enough, but now he wanted me to shove it inside his butthole. Out of fear, and nothing else, I obeyed his command, and once my tongue was sliding into his anal canal, I actually felt like I was going to vomit. Fighting back the urge to vomit, I did notice how hot his anal canal was as the intense heat scorched my tongue. I also felt his anal muscles snap and coil all over my tongue. It felt weird, really, really weird, but I obeyed my uncle and fed my tongue into his butt to its deepest point. I tongue fucked his butthole for a long, long time, before he finally told me to stop. My tongue was really aching at this point, so I was very happy that he made me stop. He rolled into a sitting position, and while glaring into my eyes, he said, "Hot damn boy, I'm gonna make a real ass eater of ya yet! Whew, that little tongue of yours sure did hit all the magic spots, and done went and got my pecker harder than a chunk of steel! I'm gonna take a breather for a spell before I go and breed your ass, so go on into the bathroom, and brush your teeth good and proper, and make damn sure you brush that ass eat'n tongue too!" I hopped off of the bed, and my hard little boy stick bounced all over as I quickly went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Minutes later, I returned back to his bed, and he was all smiles once I walked in. He head me lay dead center on his bed, and got really scared once I saw the wrist restraints chained to each of the corner posts of his bed. He grabbed my right arm, and stretched it out wide, closer to the bedpost. Then he placed the padded wrist restrain on my right wrist, and secured it rather tightly. He walked around the bed, and did the same exact thing to my left wrist. To say the least, I was petrified not knowing what he was planning on doing to me. With my eyes wide open, I saw him grab a bottle of something off the top of his dresser, and then poured the liquid into the palm of his right hand, and then started smearing it all over his angry looking monster of a cock. While he was doing that, he looked at me, snickered, and then said, "Got to get this thing all greased up to breed that virgin ass of yours boy! I'm gonna tell ya right off the bat that this is gonna hurt like a mother fucker, so go ahead and scream all you like, cause there ain't a damn soul within miles that can hear ya! Look boy, when I shove my cock up your ass, you might wanna strain like you're taking a shit. They say that helps a bit, but since I ain't the one who gets fucked, I can't really swear to that being true or not." Hearing what he had just said, made me a million times more petrified than ever before. I couldn't believe that he was wanting to stick that huge cock of his inside my butt. In my mind, due to the enormous size of his cock, I honestly believe that there was no way on earth something so freakishly huge could even fit inside my butt without literally killing me. I'm not ashamed at all to say that I started balling my eyes out, and was pleading with him to not even try to stick in me. Uncle Art walked over to the side of the bed, on my left, and while looking down at me, he angrily said, "Stop crying like a little ass pussy! I don't give two shits as to what you want, or don't want! Whether you like it or not, I'm gonna fuck the tarnation out of your wee little boy pussy, so you might as well start loving it, cause I'm gonna spend a shit load of time breeding this fine piece of ass of yours! Right now, you ain't gonna believe it, but boy, you're gonna come to love having an ass packer plow your little ass! Go on, cry your eyes out, cause I'm fix'n to bust the living fuck outta your virgin little boy pussy!" As if things couldn't get any worse for me, but Uncle Art grabbed a firm hold of my right leg, and shoved it to my head, hooking my ankle behind my head. He did the same thing to my left ankle, and then to top that off, he used some sort of rope to tie my forehead to my ankles, preventing me from being able to move my hands or my feet. My butt was jutting up straight towards the ceiling, and my heart felt like it was fixing to pound right out of my chest. I knew I was in a bad way, a very bad way at that, but there wasn't anything I could do but brace myself for whatever was about to happen. Uncle Art was on his knees in front of my hiked up butt, looking down and grinning from seeing me all tied up. He chuckled a little, and then said, "Boy, you sure as fuck are pretty enough to eat, but now, I'm aim'n to get my dick all up in that sweet ass of yours!" He had a hold of his hard cock with his right hand, and I could feel the huge mushroom shaped cockhead being pressed hard against my butthole. Even the pressure sent a dull ache trickling throughout my balled up body. Uncle Art was grunting up a storm, and as he tried to shove his meaty cock up my butt, it kept on sliding up or down. In more ways that you can believe, I sure was mighty relieved knowing that his cock wasn't getting close to entering my butthole. I wasn't counting, but Uncle Art's attempts to shove his huge cock up my butt wasn't working out too well for him, and I was praying and hoping that he would soon give up. With anger rising to a feverish pitch, Uncle Art yelled, "Mother fucker, get your ass in there!" It was at that very moment in time that I felt the most intense gut wrenching pain I had ever felt before. It felt like a telephone poll was being shoved up my butt, and to make matters even worse, the damn thing was on fire too. I was screaming at the top of my lungs as his cock kept on diving deeper and deeper. With each massively thick throbbing inch forcing its way deeper and deeper, the already intense pain was becoming more and more excruciating. Between my blood curdling screams, and crying harder than ever before, I could hear Uncle Art say something, but I wasn't able to understand a single word. It felt like his cock had shattered my anal canal, and was now pushing my inner organs out of the way to make room. By the time his hairy bull balls pressed up against my butt crack, it now felt as though his cock was lodged somewhere in my throat, making it extremely difficult to even breathe. Showing no mercy whatsoever, Uncle Art began blistering my ass hard and heavy. I could feel the tip of his cock stop right at the point it was fixing to depart out of my ass, and then violently slam itself all the way home. In and out, in and out, over and over again, Uncle Art used his meaty cock like a battering ram; busting anything and everything out of its way in the process. With the mind altering pain ravishing every square inch of my shaking body, death itself would have been welcomed, or at least, by me anyways! It felt more like an eternity, and Uncle Art never once slowed down his hammering pace. Somewhere in the midst of all this agonizing pain, something inside me must have snapped, causing every ounce of pain to completely vanish. With the pain completely gone, something sensational overtook my body, as well as my mind. It was like his cock was performing some kind of magic trick, and for the very first time, I didn't want it to ever vacate my ass. The pleasure of feeling his cock whip my ass into shreds caused me to scream, "God yes, yesssssssssssssssssssss, fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, do it, ohhhhhhhhhhhh gaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwdddddddd, fuck myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ass hard, haaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrdddddddddddeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" I heard Uncle Art pant, and say, "That's my little girly boy, uh huh, take this cock like you fuck'n love it boy!" First of all, I was kind of shocked to hear what I had just said, and secondly, at this very point in time, didn't give a fuck about it either! All I knew was that I never wanted to ever stop feeling this kind of mind boggling pleasure ever. Uncle Art had been whipping his cock in and out of my butt for so long that my orgasm caught me off-guard. Just from his cock rifling in and out of my butt, and without any help from any hands at all, my little boy stick started shooting out my watery cum by the bucket load. Between feeling him brutally fucking my ass, and now lost in the midst of one extremely powerful orgasm, I found myself drifting somewhere far away. I can't even begin to explain it, but I will say this though. My orgasm was by far the most intense I had ever had, and it felt like it was never ending. Just when I thought I was about done, more cum came roaring out. I know I was slinging out some words, but for the life of me, I can't remember anything coming out of my mouth. Uncle Art was even say something, but it sounded as though his husky voice was coming from somewhere far, far away. About ten or fifteen minutes later, I was still enduring my prolonged orgasm when I felt Uncle Art's cock exit out of my ass. No sooner had his cock made its departure, I felt somewhat of an uneasy void inside my butt. I was so far out of it that I didn't realize that Uncle Art had released my wrists and ankles from their restraints. I was flat on my back, and all I could see was the flashing of fireworks popping off inside my head. I could even feel my body shaking, but right now at this very moment in time, my shaking body didn't mean a thing to me. When I finally came back around, I had the dire need to sit on the toilet. It took a short little while, but I finally managed to empty my bowels of Uncle Art's thick man cream. He told me to take a shower, so I obeyed. After drying off, I joined Uncle Art in the living room, and just as I sat down on the sofa, he said, "Boy, I ain't about to lie to you none. You sure is one mighty fine fuck, I'll give you that, and you got some promise in you to be a mighty fine boy toy! Yeah, that fine ass of yours is gonna make a lot of men folk mighty happy, mighty fucking happy at that, but first, I got to get you broke in real good! Not right now, but later on, I'm gonna get that pretty little mouth of yours more acquainted with my cock, so you can get some practice being a good little cock suck'n boy toy!" Uncle Art said we had chores to do, and for the first time in my life, I was outside bare ass naked, and I've got to say, it sure did feel real good. He did tell me that I had to get some sun so my skin would tan. I fed the chickens, and collected their eggs. He had me work in his garden picking vegetables and fruits, and at one point while I was bent over getting some carrots, he laughed, and said, "Boy, you keep showing me that sweet little pink pucker, I just might be inclined to fuck you right here and now!" My butthole was already hurting quite a bit, and the last thing I wanted right now was for him to plow my ass again, so I started watching what I was doing when I had to bend over. I was hot, and sweating up a storm, and so was Uncle Art for that matter, and he was just as naked as I was. I had just finished helping him to empty out his crab traps, and my back was facing him when he said, "Time for ya to get ya some milk boy!" I turned around, and the first thing I noticed was his huge hard cock looking directly at me. With anger in his voice he said, "Boy, this mother fucker ain't about to suck itself, so get to it! I gotta teach ya to be a good man pleaser, and your reward is drinking my homemade milk!" He had me start off by licking all over his super large, hairy, sweaty, balls, and after some time licking all over them, he made me lick all over his cock before he stuffed a huge portion of his cockhead into my mouth. He had a handful of my hair in his right hand, and he was thrusting his hips forwards, fucking my mouth with his cock. I did gag a few times, but he either didn't hear me, or he simply didn't give a crap, because he never considered letting up. Uncle Art yelled, "I gotta teach ya to be a good cock sucker boy, cause when Ole Hank gets here, he ain't gonna be like me. If'n you think my cock is big, well um, you ain't seen shit yet! That mother fucker's cock gots to be hitt'n double digits, and it's even a lot thicker than mine! I already know that when Ole Hank sees your pretty little ass, he's gonna be all over you like flies on a pile of shit! Take heed to my word boy, cause Hank don't know the meaning of taken it easy on a feller! I've seen a shit load of guys who wanted to tap out once he shoved that horse cock up their shitter, but nu uh, Hank don't play that shit, cause once he gets started, he ain't about to stop until he fills your belly up with man milk!" I grunted "yes sir," but with a mouth full of cockhead, it didn't come out that way I meant it to, but Uncle Art didn't seem to mind as he continued to slam my mouth back and forth on his huge pole. After a short time, I did manage to get more of his huge cockhead inside my mouth, but it sure did feel like he was doing his utmost best to shove that huge fucker down my throat. A short while later, Uncle Art yelled, "Ah fuck boy, fuuuuuucccccckkkkkkkkkk, I'm get'n close, really mother fuck'n close! Go on and wet a finger, and stick it in my ass! Now, pussy boy! Get that fuck'n finger all up in my ass!" I let some of my own saliva dribble onto my right middle finger, and after digging its way through all of his man fur, I finally found his butthole, and as instructed, shoved it straight in. Uncle Art hooted and hollered, and he was yanking my face on his thrusting cock even faster, and way harder. He screamed something, and then I felt the warm rush of his cum as it began firing harshly into my mouth. This time, I started swallowing the slightly salty goo as fast as it shot into my mouth. He fucked my mouth until the last of his salty seed was sliding down my throat, and then he yanked my mouth away from his softening cock by my hair. While he stood there panting, he looked at me, and said, "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be a superstar cock sucker, and later on, I'm gonna fuck the starch out of that sweet little ass of yours! You'd best get to liking it, cause boy, I ain't fuck'n with you about the size of Hank's pecker! Believe me, you're gonna be mighty glad that I broke your ass in first, cause that man is packing some serious fuck'n beef!" By the time Uncle Art said we were done with everything, it was getting to be pretty late in the afternoon. We didn't have lunch, and I was getting pretty hungry. As soon as we walked into his cabin, he told me to go take a shower. I did as he instructed, and as soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, Uncle Art called me into his bedroom. My butt was still hurting from earlier, and when I saw his shiny cock, I knew what was fixing to happen. He had me get on top of the bed on all fours, and he got in behind me. He did have enough mercy as to slip a slimy finger up my butt first before I felt the head of his cock pressing against my aching pucker. His left hand was on my left hip as he shoved his cock deep into my bowels. Once again, I felt the excruciating pain, and started screaming and crying. Once he had his cock all the way up my butt, his right hand gripped my right hip, and he showed no signs of mercy as he began waylaying his cock in and out of my overly stuffed butt. God it hurt, and it hurt really, really, bad! His enormous balls kept slapping my crack with each and every pile driving thrust. Thankfully for me, the pain didn't seem to last as long as the first time, and now that I was starting to enjoy this anal thrashing, I began greeting his thrust with thrusts of my own. Uncle Art yelled, "Fuck yeah boy, ride that mother fucker like you love it!" And, so I did! When I felt my own orgasm ready to blow, I had just enough sense to cup my left hand over my cockhead just in time as spurt after watery spurt shot into my palm. Again, my orgasm was very long, and immensely intense. Uncle Art fucked me insanely wild until he started depositing his man-made mile deep into my bowels. After he deposited his load, he told me to go into the bathroom, and shit it out. While I was on the toilet, he was taking a shower. It was while I was sitting on the toilet, handling business so to speak, was when it dawned on me. I wasn't at all angry at doing all the things he had me do, sexually speaking. In fact, it was a major turn on seeing all of his fur. I couldn't stop thinking about it, and since he was taking a shower, I wasn't even able to take my eyes off of his wet naked body. My butthole still hurt some, but not near as bad as it did before. Even as I was letting his thick cum plop out of my butt, I still wanted to feel his big cock back inside me. Something else popped into my head, and that was the taste of his cum. Just thinking about it caused my own little willy to get brickyard hard, and I couldn't shake the taste out of my head. To me, the taste of his cum was starting to taste pretty darn good, and in all honesty, I could hardly wait to get some more. He finished showering, and then I stepped into the shower. After drying off, I brushed my teeth, and joined him in the kitchen. He was making some kind of Cajun dinner, and I honestly had no clue what the heck it was. I was starving though, and right now, I'd be open to eating the ass end of a dead skunk. Uncle Art must have esp, cause he looked at me, chuckled, and then said, "Get that tongue back in my ass boy!" I dropped to my knees, spread those hairy butt cheeks of his, and forced my tongue through all the hair, and began whipping, and swiping my tongue all over his butthole. He was standing in front of the kitchen countertop while I tongued his butthole. Knowing that he wasn't going to be satisfied until I pushed my tongue inside his butt, I rammed my tongue as far as it could go. Uncle Art yelled, "Hot damn boy, now ya cook'n with some fire! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkk, eat that ass boy, eat that mother fucker like you mean it!" As he moved from the sink to the stove, which was a short distance by the way, but not once did my tongue ever vacate the interior of his ass. Every so often, he would grunt and curse, and I was doing everything I could to make damn certain I was pleasuring him. While I was pleasuring him by eating out his ass, my own tiny joystick got rock solid hard, but I knew better not to touch it. He did yell, "Boy, you gonna be one hell of a ass eater one day, but I had best not catch you fiddling with ya pecker!" As time went on, and I have no idea for how long, but my tongue felt like it was about to fall off. My right hand had grabbed a hold of my hard nail, and I was beating it like it owed me money. I was doing this without even thinking, but it was Uncle Art who busted me. He spun to his right side, and placed his hands on his hips while looking at me with a sheer disgust look written all over his face. It seemed almost like an eternity with him just standing there looking at me, but he finally broke the silence by yelling, "Okay, okay, so you thought I was fuck'n with ya huh? Well boy, now you got to man up, and get punished for disobeying me! Stay your little ass right the fuck there till I get back, and don't you even move a fuck'n muscle!" I could feel the tears watering my eyes as my body started shaking from the fear of whatever he was going to do to me. Seconds later, he walked back into the kitchen carrying a small tote bag, and place it in top of the kitchen table. He turned to face me, and with anger in his voice, said, "Put your dick skinners on the edge of the counter, and spread your legs boy, and push that pretty little ass backwards. Boy, you had best not fuck'n move if you know what's good for ya! I'm fix'n to smoke your hide like you ain't never had it done before! Oh yeah, scream all you want, cause there ain't a damn soul around these parts that'll give a fuck!" I didn't want to, but I obeyed his command. With my hands spread out, and holding the edge of the counter, I did as he instructed and spread my legs while jutting my butt as far backwards as I could. Now, all I could do was wait, and the waiting part was spreading more and more fear as each second ticked off the clock. I heard him open the bag, and I could hear him rummaging through it as if he was looking for a certain thing. Uncle Art was now behind me as his husky voice sounded, "Boy, to be my boy toy, you got to obey, and obey my every mother fuck'n command. By you doing whatever the fuck you wanted to do, now it comes at one hell of a cost. When I tell you to keep your dick skinners off your pecker, by God, that's exactly what the fuck I meant! Crying and begging don't mean a fuck'n thing to me, and your dumb ass should have already figured that shit out by now!" Simultaneously, I heard, and felt, the agonizing stinging across my butt cheeks as he spanked me with what could have possibly been a leather belt. Another sharp swat across my butt cheeks sent my body upwards on my toes. Another, and another, one right after the other, Uncle Art spanked my ass raw. Never had I ever been spanked like that before, and now that I was feeling it, I sure as shit never wanted to feel it ever again. After whipping my ass for a solid five minutes, he finally stopped, and said, "Don't even think about turning around you little shit! I betcha you won't be disobeying me no fuck'n more, now will ya?" I was still crying rather heavily, and for obvious reasons, but managed to respond by saying, "Sir, no sir!" That's when he slapped my ass with something very hard, kind of like a paddle. Again, my body propelled upwards on my toes as he delivered several harsh swats on my backside, one right after the other. When he was finally done, or so I was hoping he was, he said, "Yeah, now your little hardheaded ass knows I ain't fuck'n with you, but don't get all too comfy, cause I got something mighty special in store for ya! You stay right the fuck there while I get you prepared, and don't, and I mean don't you even think about fuck'n moving boy!" I heard him rummaging through his bag once more, and then felt him shove one of his long and thick greasy fingers straight up my butt while saying, "Uh huh, gotta get this sweet little honey hole prepped for ya!" After he yanked his finger out of my butt, he stepped to my left side, and said, "Look boy, this here is what's fix'n to go in your ass, and I'm gonna strap this mother fucker to ya, so you'll be sleeping with this shit all fuck'n night long!" Okay, I may not have ever seen this wicked looked thing before, but it was a butt plug, and not just any old butt plug either. The thing was freaking massive, and there were straps dangling off of it. It was black, and looked rubbery, but regardless, there I was, all spread out with my butt jutting outwards, and now could feel the coldness of the plug as it was being pressed into my ass. To look like it was rubber sure as hell didn't feel like rubber. It was hard, and didn't have any give to it whatsoever. I screamed as the massive plug pried my asshole open, and began it's very fast journey deep into my bowels. Once he had shoved it all the way inside me, Uncle Art used the straps to secure them around my hips, and crotch area. No sooner has he placed the last strap in position, he yelled, "Now boy, sit your ass down at the table so we can eat!" It was some kind of meat, and later, I found out it was alligator meat. I will say that it sure did taste really good, and after we ate, Uncle Art had me clean the kitchen. Once the kitchen was cleaned to his satisfaction, he instructed me to get into his bed. I was on one side, and my uncle was laying next to my left side. My ass was on fire from the spankings, and my anal canal was revolting against having such a massive object lodged inside it. Just laying there was very, very uncomfortable. I thought we were fixing to call it a night, and go to sleep, but Uncle Art had other plans. He got off the bed, and walked around to my side, and without saying a word, he yanked me to the side so that the back of my head was dangling off the side of the bed. His semi hard cock was almost touching my lips as he leaned over my body, and in one quick motion, sucked my cock into his mouth. My entire body shuttered at feeling his hot mouth on my love stick, and in return, I began sucking on his cockhead while using both hands to scour his hairy ass. My first ever blowjob, and it felt amazing, and that was until Uncle Art began swatting my little balls with his hands. I felt like I was going to vomit as he continued to whip my bloated balls. In no time at all, his cock went from semi erect to being harder than a brick. Now, he started fucking my mouth while sucking my cock and slapping my balls. With each downward thrust of his large cock, more and more entered my mouth. I felt his thick cockhead enter my throat, and with each heavy hammering thrust, it felt like it was going deeper and deeper. I could hardly breathe, and felt like I was about to start choking. My balls felt like they were on fire, but I could feel my cum working its way through my body via my curling toes. I was getting close, really, really close, and heard my uncle grunt ever so loudly. I felt his thick cock expand, so I had a pretty good idea what was about to happen. A thick burst of cum rope shot into my mouth, so I began swallowing his thick load as fast as it shot into my mouth. My body tensed up as my little dick shot my cum out like a pissed off erupting volcano. He was filling my belly up with his homemade man milk, and I was feeding him what felt like an endless supply of watery boy batter. We both were whimpering, grunting, and moaning as our orgasms tore though our bodies. I think I finished first, and a minute later, Uncle Art stood up, and backed away. He stumbled to his side of the bed, and collapsed on his back, panting heavily. I was on my back, and still in the same position he had left me in. I dare not move cause I sure as fuck didn't want another spanking. A short while later, he did tell me to adjust myself, and as soon as I was on my back, his voice shattered through my ears, "Little boy, you sure do have some mighty fine tasting cum! Hell, I really couldn't taste nothing, but it sure as fuck tasted mighty damn special. Now, get some sleep, cause you got a long day ahead of ya tomorrow!" Early the next morning, I was abruptly awakened by my uncle slapping the shit out of my balls. My eyes shot open, and he said, "Get your ass up, so we can get some breakfast!" He did let me take a piss first, and after we ate, he watched as I cleaned the kitchen. At one point, while I was washing the dishes, he said, "Damn boy, that sure is one shapely ass you got yourself, and a mighty fine tasting one too! After your done cleaning up the kitchen, I'm gonna get my butt plug outta your ass, cause I got some major plans for us today." When I was finished to his satisfaction, he had me step in front of him while he remained seated in the wooden kitchen chair. He removed the straps keeping the butt plug in place, and then had me turn around, and bend over grabbing my ankles. When he started pulling it out of my rectum, it felt like thing was sucking my inner organs out with it. It hurt like hell as he worked the massive thing out of my butt, and I was ever so grateful once the thing had made its welcoming departure. He told me to brush my teeth, and once I was finished, I followed him outside to do all the chores. I really wanted to take a shower cause I felt rather dirty, but my uncle wasn't having it, and I was way too afraid to even ask. Later on, he was sitting on the dock fishing, and called me over. I was already beat down with sweat when I stood in front of him. He told me to go inside, and get his lube off of his dresser, and to grab a hand-cloth too. I was walking quickly towards the house when he yelled for me to brush my teeth too. When I returned, Uncle Art was still sitting on the wooden bench of the dock, and he was stroking his hard cock with his right hand while playing with his hairy oversized bull balls. I handed him the lube and hand-cloth, and watched him as he smeared the lube all over his thick cock. While greasing up his pole, he looked at me, snickered, and then said, "You in for a treat boy! I'm gonna let you fuck yourself so go on and get your ass up here!" He had me sit on his lap, facing his face, and then he used his left hand to guide me upwards. With his right hand, he positioned his massive cockhead up against my already aching butthole, and then said, "Go on boy, now sit on that mother fucker!" It hurt, and hurt like hell as I forced my butt onto his cock. I whimpered and hissed as I forced more and more cock into my anal chamber. I obviously wasn't going fast enough, cause he placed his hands on my shoulders, and then shoved me down while thrusting his cock deep into my churning bowels. Holy cow did it ever hurt, but I braved through it, and was doing everything I could to bounce myself up and down on his thick one-eyed beast. He was helping me by thrusting his cock into my ass a mile a minute. Just like before, at some point the pain completely vanished, and was instantly replaced by the overwhelming pleasures I never wanted to end. Uncle Art said, "Yeah boy, that's it, that's fuck'n it! You gonna end up being a mighty fine boy toy, but there's something else I gotta teach ya!" He placed his right hand on the back of my head while also grabbing a fistful of my hair. The next thing I knew, Uncle Art slammed his lips on mine, and now had his thick tongue crawling wildly inside my mouth. I have never kissed like that, so I really didn't know what I was supposed to do. After a bit, I started doing the same thing he was doing, and now had my tongue slithering around inside his mouth. Bonce cold chills raced all over my back, and being kissed in the manner Uncle Art was now doing only fueled my already feverish hormones in to a much a higher level. I could hear myself moan and whimper as I bounced up and down on his man muscle. My head exploded with bright fireworks, one popping off right after another. Also, I could feel my mind slowly drifting away from my bouncing body. My hands roamed the thick, sweat matted, fur of his back as our tongues collided, and his thick cock rooting away inside my stuffed bowels. I was so into it that when my little dick started squirting my watery cum, it was all I could do to keep bouncing wildly. While I was frantically shooting my watery load, Uncle Art's meaty cock started filling up my belly with his own thick batter of love cream. Skipping over some stuff, but for the next week and a half, Uncle Art fucked me numerous times throughout the day. As each day passed, I was getting more and more better at sucking his cock, and drinking every ounce of his delicious cum. By the end of that period, I wasn't having any problems whatsoever taking his cock balls deep inside my ass anytime he so desired. In fact, I found myself looking forwards to feeling him wear my ass out. It was Sunday morning, and he had just finished breeding my ass, and I was on the downside of expelling his thick goo out of my butt on the toilet. Uncle Art wasn't one to care about privacy, so he walked in, looked down at me while grinning, and then said, "Boy, you sure is making out to be one mighty fine boy toy, but you are gonna be in for a real treat today. Ole Hank's swinging by, and I already know that once he takes a look at ya, well um, well, he's gonna wanna fuck ya silly. Just so we are on the same page, whatever he tell ya to do, you do it, just like ya do for me! Any backtalk will get you one hell of a whoop'n! Now, after you finish up on the toilet, get yourself real clean, cause Hank ain't one to wait for no fuck'n body!" After finishing up on the toilet, I gave myself a deep cleansing enema, and Uncle Art added some coconut oil to it, and then I took a long hot shower. Uncle Art did hand me a fresh bar of soap that smelled kind of like coconuts. I made sure to lather every square inch of my body real good, and as I did, my little willy got all boned up just thinking about sex. I wasn't all that sure if Uncle Art was telling me the truth about the size of Hank's cock, but nonetheless, I was actually looking forward to it. When I was drying off, I could hear voices coming from the living room area. I heard Uncle Art speak, "I'm telling ya, this boy's so gosh damn pretty that he'll make your damn shoestrings tie themselves up into a knot. Hank, I ain't lying to ya none at all, and this boy's got an ass on him that's gonna make your cock jump and do some mother fuck'n jump'n jacks!" A strange voice replied, "I hear ya Art, but I'm just trying to wrap my head around a little 12 year old boy taking my cock up his shitter. You of all people know I ain't no small boy down there! Hell, even Ricky here is pack'n some monster meat, so I'm just gonna take your word that the boy will be able to handle taking on the three of us!" Another voice I haven't heard before chimed in, "I can't speak for none of y'all, but I know I ain't never fucked around with a little boy before, but I sure as fuck been dream'n about it for a long while now!" Uncle Art interjected, "Well, all I can say is that you boys are in for a real mother fuck'n treat, and my new boy toy loves pleasuring men folk! He'll be out shortly, so y'all go on, and get out of those clothes so we can this here party started!" It was one thing knowing I would be required to service my uncle, and his friend Hank, but now there was a third man added to the equation. I know I should have been nervous, but for some odd reason, I wasn't. My little prick was as hard as a bone, and I was doing my fastest to dry myself off so I could join them in the living room. My heart was racing harder than ever, and after giving myself one last checkup in the mirror, I took a few seconds to brush my teeth and tongue a little extra longer than normal. Still, my dick was throbbing, and harder than ever just thinking about servicing three men. After rinsing my mouth out, I stepped out, and walked the short distance into the living room, and was now standing bare ass naked in front of my uncle, and his two friends. All men were naked, so my eyes fell onto the man I later found out to be Ricky. Ricky looked to be somewhere in his 50's with silver short hair, and a full silver looking beard. He was sitting, so I didn't know how tall he was, but he did have a rather large protruding belly. Just like Uncle Art, Ricky was covered in fur; a mixture of silver and black hair all over. He was already stroking his hard cock, and just by looking at it, I guessed it to be right around seven inches, but it was thicker than Uncle Art's thick cock. Unlike me or Uncle Art, Ricky's super thick cockhead was completely covered by skin, and it was dangling down over it by at least a full inch or two. His hairy balls were all bunched up, but each one was the size of a walnut. I didn't know whether to be scared, or excited, but as for now, I guess it really didn't matter. Sitting at the other end of the sofa is the man I heard so much about, Hank. He wasn't near as hairy as the other two men, but just by looking at him, I guessed him to be somewhere in his 60's with a bald head. He wasn't as large, body wise, as the other two, but since he was sitting there slowly stroking his hard cock, I wasn't able to do anything else but stare at it. Uncle Art was lying when he spoke about the size of Hank's cock, cause from what I could see, the thing was gargantuan! Not only was it about ten full inches long, but it was nightmarishily thicker than Uncle Art's thick cock, and way thicker than Ricky's beefy love muscle. The massive cockhead was even way thicker than his freakishly thick shaft, and just by looking at it, I knew right then and there that that monstrous thing would cause a shit load of pain, and possibly even some damage to my ass as well. Seeing Hank's incredibly enormous cock took the excitement completely out of my mind, and now, now I was standing before them with nothing but pure fear in my mind. His cock scared the hell out of me, and for obvious reasons too! Uncle Art had me stand in between his thick hairy legs so that I was facing Hank and Ricky. Both men were looking at me as if I were their very last meal. My hands were down to my side, and I could only stand there as my uncle played with my dick, and hoisted up my small balls so that both men could take a good look at me. With his right hand on my little willy, Uncle Art took turns pushing it to one man, and then the other while saying, "See boys, I told ya mother fuckers that this here boy is flat fuck'n pretty, and there ain't so much as a blade a grass anywhere to be seen. Yes sir, as smooth as a new born baby's ass I tell ya!" Hank wiped his mouth with his right hand, and while his eyes feasted themselves on my dick, he spoke,"Art, you was tell'n the gospel truth! This boy, sure as fuck, is as pretty as a picture! That dick of his sure does look mighty appetizing from where I sit, and I can barely stand sitting here, and not tast'n it!" Ricky chimed in, "This boy is the prettiest boy I've ever laid eyes on, and Hank, you right about his dick look'n so fuck'n delicious! How bout show'n us his backside Art. Hank told me what ya said abut it, and now I wanna see if firsthand for myself!" Uncle Art guided me to turn around with his hands, and was now showing the two men my bare backside. I recognized Ricky's slightly raspy voice, "Hot damn! Hot mother fuck'n damn! Now that's what the fuck I call a quality ass if'n there ever was one!" Hank added, "Mother fuck me Art, whew, that ass is a mother fuck'n one-of-a-kind, and it makes me wanna get all up in there with both my tongue, and my pecker! Go on Art, spread those sweet cheeks so I can get a good look at his honey hole!" I felt my uncle spread my cheeks wide, and now both Ricky and Hank, are looking at my exposed butthole. Ricky spoke first, "Fuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeee! That sure is one tiny little rosebud! Hank, whatcha think about this boy's asshole?" Hank cleared his throat, and then said, "Pretty, pretty as a mother fuck'n picture! I've seen plenty of buttholes in my day, but holy fuck, I ain't never seen one so mother fuck'n tiny before! Hell, I've seen newborns with bigger shitters than this boy's cock hole! Hell, it ain't even right calling it a hole, cause it ain't nothing more than a tiny mother fuck'n dot! Daaaaaaaaaaammmmmmnnnnnnnnnn, that right there is what you can call flat mother fuck'n perfect!" Uncle Art followed up by saying, "Here boys, take a look at how bright pink his boy pussy is!" I winced as my uncle pried open my anus, and as soon as he did, Hank said, "Mother fuuuuuucccccckkkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeee, now that's some hot pink boy pussy shit right there, and it wants me to get right down to some ass eating business!" Ricky added, "I'm right there with you on that Hank! That's the brightest pink ass pussy I've ever fuck'n laid eyes on! Boys, I can speak for all of us, but I know I'm more than ready to get this shit going! This pretty little boy looks soooooooooooo fuck'n delicious, and I'm about ready to eat every ounce of his sweet ass up, yes sir, I swear I'm ready to put a hurt'n on this pretty little girly boy! How bout you boy, are you ready to tackle three grown mother fuckers?" With my back still facing them, and my uncle still prying my butthole wide apart, I replied, "Sir, yes sir!" Hank chuckled, and then said, "Boy's got manners, I'll give him that! I can't wait to hear him scream to hog heaven once I plug his tiny little cock hole with my cock! Art, are you sure you've been break'n his cock hole in for us? It sure as fuck looks too damn tiny, even for a pecker as big as yours?" Uncle Art released my butt while he replied, "Fuck yeah I'm sure! I've been plowing his little ass for a week now; several times a day. I still got some work to do to make him a perfect boy toy, but hell, he's coming along pretty darn well for a city slicker! C'mon boys, let's get into the bedroom so we can get this mother fuck'n party started!" Uncle Art had me stand at his side of the bed as all three men sat on the edge. Ricky was sitting closer towards the foot of the bed with Uncle Art in the middle, and Hank was sitting closest to the headboard. Uncle Art looked at me, and angrily said, "Well boy, these peckers ain't about to suck themselves. Get to it, and start with Ricky's and work your sweet little ass over!" Ricky's hard cock was so thick, and his flesh covered cockhead was too thick for me to get my mouth on any portion of it. Somehow or another, my tongue hooked itself inside the flappy skin, and as it worked upwards, my tasted buds got a shock of a lifetime. I tasted sweat, stale piss, and his very salty precum. Initially, the taste was kind of gross, but after a few seconds, I must have gotten used to it, cause my tongue was swirling over his large purplish pink bell shaped cockhead. Ricky grabbed two handfuls of hair, and while yanking my face to and fro, he said, "Ha, his pretty little mouth is too little to get my cock in it, but go on boy, use that fuck'n tongue of yours to clean my meat!" I licked all over the enormous bulbous head, and then went to work licking all over his veiny shaft. My fingers played with his hairy balls, and from the way he was kind of relaxing with my hair, I figured I was doing somewhat of a proper job pleasing him. After a good little while, I moved onto Uncle Art's hard cock, and then onto Hank's giant horse cock. Since I wasn't able to get any of Ricky's cockhead inside my mouth, I already knew there wasn't any way humanly possible to get any of Hank's in my mouth. His cock was by far the longest, and most definitely, the thickest out of all three. Hank was definitely rougher than the other two, and he was holding his gargantuan sized cock with his right hand, and was slapping my face with his cock, saying things like, "Go on boy, make love to that ass packer, cause sooner or later, this here mother fucker is gonna be giving your hot little ass the ride of your life! Yeah boy, that's right! I'm gonna fuck your little boy pussy, and make you scream louder than you've ever fuck'n screamed before!" I had sucked their cocks for three rotations, and was now using my tongue to make oral love back on Ricky's hard cock. My mouth and tongue were both killing me, and I was really hoping that we would switch and do something else, or at least, something that would give my mouth and tongue a well needed rest. When I had to move to suck Uncle Art's cock, that's when I saw Ricky get off the bed, and seconds later, his face was buried in between my butt cheeks, and his tongue was whipping the living starch out of my butthole. To say the very least, but my own little twig was rock solid hard, and twitching like crazy. Ricky's tongue licked up and down my crack, and then it would probe my sealed anus. Eventually, the probing stopped once he managed to shove his entire tongue straight up my rectum. While my mouth and tongue worked all over Uncle Art's big cock, Hank placed a bottle of something under my nose. He pushed my left nostril closed, and told me to inhale, and hold my breath. I did as he instructed, and started feeling lightheaded. Once I exhaled, my head immediately started spinning while I could feel a warm sensation running its course all over my entire body. When I moved over to make oral love to Hank's oversized monster, he again had me breathe in the substance. Between having Ricky's tongue fucking my butthole, and now my tongue snaking all over Hank's cock, and Uncle Art now was pinching and pulling my left nipple, I was starting to float way above cloud 9. I'm not sure exactly how much longer, but eventually they had me move into another position. I was on my back, and my arms were shackled to the bed posts, and Uncle Art, and Hank, placed my ankles behind my head, and used some kind of padded strap to secure my feet to my head. Uncle Art started things off by sinking his teeth over my right nipple, and was using his tongue to swat the very tip. Hank was on my left side doing the exact same thing while Ricky was back tongue fucking my butthole. Uncle Art had his right fingers cupping, and squeezing my balls while Hank's left hand gripped my boy cock. Their touches were not gentle at all, especially Uncle Art's squeezing and pulling on my tiny balls. Needless to say, my cock was harder than a rock. My eyes must have been closed, cause I felt a hot mouth swallow my cock to the hilt. When I forced my eyes to open, the mouth on my cock belonged to Hank, and he was going to town sucking like crazy. I was whimpering and moaning louder than ever, and it was Uncle Art who put the bottle back under my nose while closing the right nostril, and had me breathe in deeply about four straight times. Thanks to whatever I was smelling, I no longer cared what the men were doing to me, or what their plans for me was. My entire body was on fire, and the pleasures swarming over every square inch of my now shaking body was a pleasure I never wanted to see come to an end. I did hear Uncle Art say, "Watch it Hank, this boy shoots a pretty good load, and a mighty fine tasting one to boot! It's watery, but it'll get thicker as time goes by!" Hank was too focused on sucking my dick, because his only response was a loud grunt. Every single time I felt like I was getting close, Hank would back off for a few seconds, and go back to working on my boy twig. At some point, the men switched positions, and now it was Hank tongue fucking my butthole while Ricky was sucking my dick. Uncle Art was on his knees, leaning slightly over my face, and now I was sucking his big cock while he was taking turns tweaking my nipples. From smelling the stuff in the bottle to everything thing being done to me, I was flying higher than ever before, but somewhere off in the far distance, I heard my uncle say, "It's time for some milk girly boy!" I did feel the huge cum blast as it shot into my mouth, so out of sheer instinct, I immediately started swallowing my uncle's yummy load. Feeling his cum rush into my mouth sent wave after wave of an electrical current throughout my body, and in return, my own hairless morsel started unleashing its own watery goo into Hank's grunting mouth. Somewhere far away, I head Hank say, "Mother fuck me Art, this boy's cum is mighty special, mighty fuck'n special indeed! Hell, it ain't even got much of a taste at all! Yes sir, pure T fuck'n quality at its finest!" It seemed that everything had suddenly come to a screeching halt, but that didn't last long at all. The men were switching position again, and now it was Hank holding the bottle up to my nose, telling me to breathe in as deep as I could, and hold it. He had me do this several times, and while he was making me breathe it in, Ricky was pressing his super thick cockhead against my saliva soaked butthole. Uncle Art said, "Ricky, get some more lube on your pecker before you try and stuff that big mother fucker up his boy cunt!" Ricky must have done it, cause I felt his massive cockhead being pressed onto my sealed pooper. Now, Hank was kneeling close to my face on my left side while Uncle Art was kneeling on my right side. I was taking turns working on their cocks with my mouth and tongue as Ricky shoved his fat pole straight up my butt. All I could do was grunt and whimper as he immediately began plowing my butt like some crazed wild man. Fuck did it ever hurt! Since his cock was a little thicker than Uncle Art's, my anal walls were forced to spread wider than ever before. The fiery pain was nothing short of being brutal, and Ricky certainly didn't give two shits if I was in agony or not, and that was clearly obvious by the way he was ramming his cock in and out of my pain riddled bunghole. Every now and then, I could hear the men speak, but I wasn't able to clearly understand anything they were saying. The only good thing at this point was that Ricky's cock was about an inch to an inch and half shorter than Uncle Art's cock, so it couldn't reach as far as my uncle's could reach. Needless to say, it was still rather painful thanks to the thickness. I could feel my tears rolling from my eyes, but neither Hank, nor my uncle, seemed not to have noticed. Chances are, they didn't give a crap if I was crying or not. All they wanted was for me to suck their huge cocks, and take the brutal ass fucking Ricky was now giving me. Thankfully enough, the pain vanished, and now Ricky's meaty cock was providing me nothing but pure pleasure. I was all balled up, and not able to move, but I was clamping down with my anal muscles every time he reared back to pile drive it back home. I heard Ricky grunt and whimper a few times, so I did my best to clamp down as hard as I could, and as fast as I could too. I never heard Hank say anything, but he slammed his huge gaping piss slit up to my mouth, and seconds later, a flood of thick man cream came roaring out, and straight into my open mouth. His load powerfully shot out, one right after the other. His cum was kind of salty, and in some ways, slightly bitter, but I was too busy swallowing the huge load as soon as it shot into my mouth. As Hank's orgasm was just beginning to subside, Ricky's cock unleashed a powerful spray of its own; firing bucket loads of cum even deeper into my rectum. He fucked me wildly, insanely wildly at that, using his cock as a battering ram to sling out the tiniest morsel of cum into my butt. I could actually feel his hot cream shoot up my rectum, and Ricky never slowed down his wild pace at all. He kept on cramming his cock in and out of my ass a mile a minute, if not faster. Even after Ricky had deposited his full load up my ass, the man kept on going like he was the fucking Energizer Bunny. Even as Ricky blistered my ass, the one thing I was kind of thankful for was that both my uncle, and Hank, were leaving my mouth alone. My mouth and tongue needed a rest, even if Ricky didn't need one. I did hear Uncle Art and Hank talking, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Almost in unison, my nipples felt like they were being ripped completely off my chest. My eyes shot wide open to see that my uncle and Hank, had placed some kind of metal looking clothespin on each of my nipples, and the fucking things were excruciatingly painful. It was so painful that it took the breath right out of me, and I could hear the men laughing at my agony. One of them stuffed the bottle back under my nose, and I quickly began taking in some deep breaths, holding each breath for as long as I could before exhaling. Whatever this stuff was sure did help some, and right now, I couldn't get enough of it. I have no earthly clue how long Ricky had been fucking me, but the time had come when he was now in the midst of his sending his second load up my butt. Even with my eyes open, all I could see was darkness, and every so often, a major display of fireworks. Ricky pounded the last of his seed up my butt, and then I felt him pull his deflating cock out of my butt. No sooner had Ricky backed away from my ass, Uncle Art stepped in, and he too showed no mercy as he slammed his meaty meat wagon straight up my anal trail. Just like with Ricky, my uncle instantly began pile driving his cock balls deep in and out of my butt. A little while later, I felt a hot mouth swallow my semi hard pencil, and since I heard Hank say something, I figured it was Ricky now sucking on my dick. Within seconds, my dick was fully hard, and Ricky's light touches on my balls sure was a welcoming feeling compared to my uncle's rough touches. Somewhere through it all, my erupting cock was sending watery ropes of boy cream straight into Ricky's whimpering mouth while my uncle beat and battered my ass into complete submission. In my mind, the orgasm I was now reeling from, was by far, the most intense one ever. It felt as though I couldn't stop cumming. To say the least, I was somewhere in la la land, lost in a world jam packed with pure sexual bliss. Later on, Uncle Art was fucking his cum deep into my bowels, mixing his thick cream with Ricky's two loads. I was too blind to see anything, but did feel the bed move. I did feel Uncle Art's soft cock slip out of my ass, and I was kind of relieved knowing it was now out of me. Someone stuck the bottle back up under my nose, and I heard him say something, but again, I wasn't able to hear a single word, or make any sense out of it. I had just breathed in deeply, and was holding it when I felt something extremely massive pressing up against my butthole. A mouth covered my mouth, and then a meaty tongue began twirling all over the inside of my mouth. Oh my God, pain like I've never felt before tore into my body as though I had just been hit by a locomotive. All I could do was grunt into the mouth covering mine as the pain kept on getting higher and higher as the anal destroyer traveled deeper and deeper. It felt like something was trying to come out of my stomach, and the nightmarish pain I was now enduring was like no other I had ever felt before. This pain was 100 times greater than when my uncle first took my virginity, and it didn't feel as though it was going to let up anytime soon either. My organs felt like they were on the verge of exploding, and that's when I knew it was Hank's gargantuan sized cock causing all of this. Okay, just so you have a better understanding in regards to the excruciating, mind tormenting, gut churning pain I was in, just imagine you being all tied up with your butt sticking up straight in the air, and someone is forcing a 20 pound bowling ball up your ass. Just think about it, and then you'll have a pretty good idea of how I was feeling at the present moment. I could vaguely hear grunting, and what sounded like whispering, but the pain was just too great. Hank's monstrous cock forced its way deeper and deeper, and now it felt as though it was forcing itself into my throat. I could barely breathe, and the mouth covering mine wasn't helping any at all. I felt Hank's hairy balls pressing heavily into the crack of my butt, and some part of his lower body felt like they were wanting to crush my little balls. As soon as Hank bottomed out in my ass, he didn't so much as hesitate as he began rearing back, and driving his huge horse cock deep into my belly with sheer brutal force. Powerful hammering thrusts, one right after the other, and my ass felt like it had been completely torn in half. Be it Ricky, or my uncle, but now they were taking turns slamming their tongues deep into my mouth while Hank was ripping my ass into shreds. I honestly felt like I was fixing to die, and now my entire trembling body, especially my ass, was on fire. Several times, I actually thought I passed out from the pain, but if I did, I didn't stay passed out near long enough. Unlike the previous times, the tormenting pain wasn't even close to thinking about vacating my ass. It seemed as though the harder, and longer, Hank fucked me, the more the pain intensified. At some point, the mouth covering my mouth, gave me a short temporary relief. I wanted so badly to tell Hank to stop, and pull it out, but I knew better than to even ask it. Fingers tore into my jaw, forcing my mouth to open. Warm thick spurts started shooting into my mouth, so now I knew it was either my uncle's, or Ricky's, cum. Whoever it was, was jacking their cock off, and made damn sure that his cum ropes all landed directly inside my forced open mouth. I swallowed a huge portion, followed by another. It was warm, gooey, and kind of salty tasting, but I did what I knew was expected of me, and drank every lost drop that was being offered. From having swallowed so much cum, and with Hank's enormous monster whipping my ass into dust, I felt as though my stomach wouldn't be able to handle another morsel, be it cum or any kind of food item. I was so full that I thought I would vomit any moment now. However, my personal dilemma had no affect on Hank whatsoever. The man was fucking my ass harder than anyone else had ever had. The speed of his cock pile driving away at my asshole was nothing short of mind boggling. Then came the power of his thrusts. It felt like a commercial grade jackhammer pounding away ever so relentlessly. Needless to say, the ungodly pain shattering throughout my entire body kept on becoming more and more intense. For who knows how long, Hank fucked me to the point that life itself didn't really matter to me at all. However, the pain vanished, and I was rewarded by feeling the most pleasure I had ever felt before. I didn't know it at the time, but Hank's massively thick cock kept putting a lot of pressure on my prostate. It was like his cock was performing some kind of special magic trick inside my butt. My mouth was still being forced open when the other man started jerking his cum into my mouth. Just like the last one, it was slimy, warm, and kind of salty, but I braved through it, and swallowed it all. A mouth devoured my little boy stick while fingers tugged, and yanked on my balls. My cock erupted, and erupted ever so violently. I think I was screaming at this point, but to be honest, I was quickly dipping into my own little world of sexual bliss. I couldn't stop cumming, or at least, that's the way I felt. My orgasm was nonstop, and kept going on and on and on. Hank's weapon of mass anal destruction was on full blown beast mode, whipping violently in and out of my butt with brutal force. But, as true as it may be, the one cock that I feared the most was now the very same cock feeding me so much never before felt pleasure. I was still reeling from my never ending orgasm when my nipples felt like they had just been torn off of my chest. The metal clothes pins had been removed, and the blood rushed through them giving me nothing but pure agonizing pain. Even though my nipples were on fire, the feeling of pain seemed to only intensify my already feverish orgasm. Whoever was sucking my cock, and swallowing my cum sure seemed to be getting more than he bargained for. Just when I thought my orgasm was subsiding, my body would tense up like I was having some kind of seizure, and more watery cum exploded out of my cock. Even with my eyes open, all I could see was pitch black darkness, and every few seconds, bright flashes. I was so far gone, I hadn't even noticed when Hank deposited his super size load into my belly. In fact, when I finally came to, I was still laying in bed, but my arms and feet were no longer restrained. I did have a major urge to go sit on the toilet, but when I rolled out of bed, I fell into the wall, and then dropped onto my knees. My uncle came in, and helped me to walk the short distance to the toilet. My cheeks had no longer touched the toilet seat when all hell erupted from my pain riddled ass. Uncle Art lifted my face up by my chin so that our eyes met, and said, "Once you finish up dump'n all that cum outta ya, make sure you give that ass of yours a proper washing, you know, give yourself an enema, and make sure you pour in some of this here coconut oil. Take a fuck'n shower after that cause you smell to high heavens like cum!" It took quite a while to unload all the cum that was inside me, but afterwards, I gave myself a deep cleansing enema, and then staggered into the shower. The hot water felt great, but my legs simply were not wanting to cooperate, and my knees kept buckling. I struggled through it, and after drying off, I brushed my teeth real good, and then scrubbed my tongue to make sure I had minty smelling breath. When I walked into the kitchen/living room area, the men were sitting at the table playing cards. Hank smiled as soon as he saw me, and then asked, "Boy, I know that butt of yours is gotta be hurting a bit. Tell me, tell me boy how'd you like my pecker all up in your ass, c'mon boy, don't just stand there, tell me if ya liked it or not. Did ya or didn't ya like it?" With my hands down by my side, I knew what I had to say, so I replied, "Sir, I loved your cock in my ass sir, and sir, I am here to pleasure you sir!" Hank smacked his thick thigh with his left hand while saying, "Hot damn Art, now this boy here is something special, mighty special indeed if'n ya ask me! He's not only the prettiest little thing you'd ever lay eyes on, but he's a real man pleaser to boot! Yes sir, it ain't gonna get any better than that!" Ricky spoke next, "Stand next to me boy so I can take a sniff of your shitter to see if'n it's clean or not!" I obeyed, and he stuck a finger in my crack, and his finger toyed with my asshole rather roughly, but I wasn't about to complain any, that's for sure. He sniffed his finger that he had been rubbing my butt, and then said, "Hell fuck'n yeah boys, this pretty little shit's boy cunt smells real goooooooooooooooddddd!" While they played cards, it was my job to take turns standing next to them. Each man felt me up one side and down the other, and as much as I didn't want it to, but my scrawny cock got all boned up. Seeing my erection only excited the men that much more, and now they took turns jerking on my cock, and fingering my aching butthole. Hank slammed his cards down onto the table, while my uncle and Ricky laughed at him. Hank looked at me, and with anger in his voice, he yelled, "Don't just stand there boy, get your little pretty ass under this here table, and get to work sucking on my fuck'n pecker! I feel the need to shoot another load, and this'll a be a good test for ya, cause we all know that I shoot a pretty big load, so go on boy, get busy on my pecker, and don't fuck'n stop until I tell ya!" I obeyed, and was now under the table, on my knees, and while my fingers caressed his hairy balls, my tongue was busy swarming all over his super massive cockhead. I lapped up his dribbling precum, and was instantly rewarded with the familiar salty flavor. I licked all over every massive inch of his enormous beast, and now was doing my best gently jerking on his monstrously thick shaft with my right hand while my left busied itself pleasuring his balls. The men were talking about me as if I wasn't even there while I was working feverishly on Hank's gargantuan sized ass packer. At one point, I heard Ricky ask my uncle, "Art, does the boy know about next Saturday?" Uncle Art chuckled, and then replied, "Nah, and he ain't got no fuck'n reason to know! After all, his pretty little ass is gonna have the best seat in the house!" The men erupted into laughter, and I had no idea what the hell they were talking about. I had been working on Hank's cock for a short while, and my mouth and tongue were already starting to kill me. As if Hank could read my mind as he yelled, "Boy, get your ass up here!" While I was crawling out from under the table, I heard Ricky say, "Damn Hank, that's a good idea! I wanna see this pretty little cock hound take that huge fuck'n load of yours into his pretty little mouth!" Just as I stood up, someone snatched a hold of me, flipped me upside down, and placed my back on top of the kitchen table with my head dangling completely off of the side. Hank yelled, "Open your mouth boy, open that mother fucker wide cause you about to get you the mother load of man milk!" Uncle Art added, "And boy, you had best not spill a single mother fuck'n drop either, if'n you know what's good for ya!" Hank was beating the hell out of his cock with his right hand while his left fingers pinched my left nipple. He pinched it so hard that I am pretty sure I yelped, but his thick chunks of cum ropes were shooting into my mouth by the volumes. I swallowed, and swallowed fast. Hank's cum was borderline salty mixed with a mild bitterness, but I guess the taste of his cum wasn't really all that important, so I kept on swallowing huge mouthfuls at a time. Hank jerked the last of his seed into my mouth, and I will say this about the man. He sure wasn't lying when he said he shoots the mother load. I can honestly say that swallowing his load took more effort than Ricky's or my uncle's. Hank rubbed his flaccid cock all over my lips, and I was smart enough to kiss his cock while running my tongue all over it. Stepping to his left side a bit, Hank shouted, "Who's next? Who's gonna feed this here young'n some man milk?" Uncle Art said, "Fuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkk, I'll go cause I'm fix'n to get close!" Uncle Art stuffed his giant cockhead into my mouth, and seconds later, his cum was rocketing down my gulping throat. I sucked him dry, and as soon as he stepped away, Ricky took his place, and then pumped gallons upon gallons of man cream down my throat. After Ricky finished smearing the head off his cock all over my lips, Hank said, "Art, I'm gonna check to see how well trained this boy is!" Hank aggressively grabbed a handful of my hair, and then lowered his face to within inches of mine, and angrily said, "Boy, you had best not move a single mother fuck'n muscle, or let any sounds escape that pretty little mouth of yours!" I was on my back with my knees pointing towards the ceiling, and my head was still dangling off of the side. I did raise my face up just enough to see Hank grab my balls in his left hand, pulled on them really hard, and then terror struck my eyes as I watched him swat my balls. I felt like I was going to vomit, and was fighting back the urge to scream. Somehow or another, my body may have twitched a little, but thankfully enough for me, it must have been permissible to Hank. The man swatted my balls again and again, one right after the other. I fear not to make a sound even though my balls were on fire. I heard Uncle Art speak, "Go on Ricky, that boy knows how to eat a man's ass! Go on and squat on his face so you can feel his tongue on your stinker!" My eyes open wide as Ricky had his butt facing my face, and was backing up while squatting. In no time, my nose was sneaking inside his hairy butt crack, and the raw stench of sweat mixed with fecal remnants consumed my every breath. I hear Ricky yell, "Get it boy, get your some of this here ass! Get that tongue all up in my shitter! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shit, shit, fuck, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gaaaaaawwwwddddddd, yesssssssssssssssssssss fuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkk, fuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkkk yesssssssssssssssssssss, yesssssssssssssssssssss, that's it boy, eat myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy assssssssssssssssssssss!" I knew what I was doing was extremely nasty, but had no choice so I stuffed my tongue deep into his stinky pooper, and was now tongue fucking his nasty hairy ass as if my very life depended on it. Hank was still spanking my balls, and with each heavy handed slap, I could feel my stomach churning. Hank's voice sounded, "Art, this boy right here seems to be a grade A quality boy toy if'n there ever was one. I just whipped his little balls, and he ain't so much as made a sound, and from the looks of it, Ole Ricky seems to be enjoying this boy's tongue all up in his shitter." Ricky replied, "Fuck yeah I'm enjoying myself! His little boy tongue is wiggling all up in my ass so what's not to like? Yeah boy, make me feel that fuck'n tongue all up in my ass!" Hank stepped closer to the right side of my face, and then he yelled, "For fuck sake Ricky, I can smell your funky ass from here! Go on, get your ass a mother fuck'n shower, and I best not ever see ya stick your shit smelling ass up in this boy's face again, if'n you know what the fuck is good for ya!" Boy, I was sure thankful for Hank at that moment, cause Ricky hopped off of my face, and damn near ran into the bathroom. Hank looked me in the eyes, and said, "It's one thing to have fun, but it's a fuck'n other thing to have to smell a grown man's shitty ass, much less stick your tongue in it. Art, we gotta let the boys know that they ain't gonna be no ass eat'n if'n there shithole stinks. I ain't about to let this boy stick his tongue into a man's unclean shitter, nu uh, ain't gonna happen at all!" After Ricky finished taking a shower, I went in to brush my teeth, and thoroughly scrub my tongue. When I went back out to where they were sitting, Uncle Art was at the stove cooking while Ricky and Hank were at the table. Their eyes were on me like a hungry eagle watching a rabbit. Hank did ask my uncle when supper would be ready, and my uncle told him it would be about an hour. Hank stood up, cleared his throat, looked at me, and then said, "Come with me boy! Art, I'm gonna use your bedroom for a minute!" I followed him into my uncle's bedroom, and stood at the side as he got up onto the bed, centering himself somewhere in the middle. He rolled his head to his left so he could look me in the eyes, and then said, "I want ya to sit right on my face boy! Get yourself situated so you can face my feet, and bring me that sweet ass of yours so I can properly eat it!" I obeyed, and had straddled his face while squatting lower and lower. He wrapped his hands around the top of my thighs, and pushed me hard onto his tongue. My asshole opened immediately, and feeling his tongue sliding up my anal canal sent a wave of burning sensations trickling throughout my body. My fingers toyed with the hair on his chest while his tongue darted in and out of my rectum. I could hear myself moaning, whimpering, grunting, and hissing as his tongue went ballistic inside my ass. His tongue departed my ass just long enough for him to say, "Jack your dick boy, jack that mother fucker, but don't you dare cum!" My right hand snatched onto my boy boner, and I began jerking the hell out of it while basking in the pleasures of having my aching asshole dined on. Several times, I brought myself close, dangerously close at that, but lucky for me, I was able to stop just in the nick of time to prevent my cum from exploding out. My uncle yelled, "Five minutes before we eat, so hurry the fuck up you two!" Hank stopped eating my ass long enough to say, "Jack it boy, jack that pretty mother fucker, but this time, you put that sweet little pecker of yours into my mouth so I can drink your sweetness all up!" It only took a few more jerks, and I quickly shoved my soon to be erupting boy stick straight into Hank's mouth. Just as the first ball of cum was fixing to come out, Hank shoved two of his long meaty fingers straight up my rectum. I didn't know whether to scream, or simply just faint as the rush of mind boggling pleasures exploding over every ounce of my now shaking body. Hank milked me bone dry, and just before spitting my limp twig out, he pulled his two fingers out of my butt. He rolled me to his left, and then said, "Boy, that cum of yours sure is mighty fine! It'll get a might thicker once you grow a bit, but mother fuck me, it sure is delicious, and that ass of yours, well it's mighty delicious too!" I staggered in behind him as we walked to the kitchen table. Hank sat down, and it was my job to serve them. As I placed the food on their plates, their hands were all over my body, especially my limp noodle, and saliva drenched butthole. Once they were satisfied, I fixed me a plate, and joined them at the table. Once again they spoke, and did so as if I wasn't even sitting there. Ricky blatantly said, "Art, I'd bet the stars, and moon, that this pretty little girly boy of yours can't even take a shit like us normal folk do! If'n he does, there ain't no fuck'n way in hell it could stink! The boy's just too damn pretty for that kind of shit if'n you ask me!" Hank replied, "Ricky, you gotta be the dumbest mother fucker I know of if you think this boy don't take a shit! Everybody takes a shit, and I ain't never once smelled no good smelling shit! Art's got the boy trained to keep his little boy cunt clean!" I'm not really sure what we were eating, but I think there was fish. Anyhow, after we ate, it was my duty to clean the kitchen. I was just finishing up at the sink washing the dishes, so my back was turned towards the men. Uncle Art spoke, "I can't take no more staring at his pretty ass!" I heard a popping sound as if something was being opened, and then the next thing I knew, Uncle Art was standing behind me, and had slung my right leg on top of the kitchen counter. He was pushing on my upper back for me to lean over, and as I did, he shoved his monster cock straight up my pooper. It hurt something awful, but I dare not make a sound that might make him angry. No sooner had he stuffed his monster boner up my ass, my uncle immediately started pile driving his cock in and out of my butt. He must have been really worked up, cause in less than five minutes, he was dumping his thick man cream deep into my bowels. As soon as he pulled his cock out of my butt, I heard Ricky say, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkkkkkk, I gotta get me another go at this boy's anal oven!" Just as my uncle had done, Ricky shoved his cock balls deep up my ass, and he too immediately began tearing my ass up. He fucked me senseless, and I was seeing nothing but stars. Somewhere in time as he was blistering my ass, I shot a huge load all over the kitchen cabinet door. Even as I was shooting my load, Ricky was bound and determined to fuck my ass into smithereens. Although it was feeling really good, I was kind of thankful to hear Ricky scream, "Oh fuck, fuck, I'm, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!" I could feel the power of his jetting cum as it shot deeper into my bowels, and while he was filling my ass up with man love, my own twig of a dick started shooting out its own volley of watery goo. Be it a good thing, or a bad thing, but after Ricky had shot his load, the man was hellbent on fucking my ass to oblivion and back. His cock was still as hard as steel as he slammed his butt packer into me hard and heavy. While he fucked me insanely wild, Ricky grabbed a handful of my hair, and was yanking on it. He did whisper into my right ear, "When you is as pretty as a little girl, then you get fucked like one, and you sure is mighty pretty!" About fifteen or twenty minutes later, my dick erupted once more, and while I was coating the cabinet door with my watery sauce, Ricky was also in the process of depositing yet another whopping load up my butt. He was grunting, hissing, and yelling as his cum rocketed deep into my churning bowels. I was virtually seeing stars as he fucked the last of his second load into me. I was ever so grateful once I felt his now limp cock depart my ass. That didn't last long at all, cause before I could try and let my right leg slip down, Hank stopped me as I felt his humongous cockhead being shoved into my anal canal. Oh my God did it hurt, and once again, it felt like a 20 pound bowling ball being forced up my ass. I could hear myself whimpering as Hank force fed his entire whopping cock straight up my overly stuffed rectum. I reckon he was about five minutes into this excruciatingly painful ordeal when things started to feel a lot better. His ramrodding cock was now feeding me bucket loads of pleasure, and the harder he fucked me, the better it felt. With his super thick cock constantly stimulating my prostate, I found myself in one of the longest, and most intense, orgasms of my life. By the time Hank had pumped gallons of thick and gooey love cream up my butt, I was so far out of it that nothing seemed to matter. The next thing I remember is sitting on the toilet with Uncle Art holding me steady. For the first time, he said, "Boy, you did good today, really fuck'n good, and I can't be prouder of ya!" I was groggy, but thanked him for the compliment, but right now, my main focus was on my aching butthole. Just when I thought I was finishing up, more globs of man goo came roaring out of my butt. I finally finished, and without being told to do so, I gave myself a quick enema, and then took another hot shower. After drying off, I brushed my teeth, and scrubbed my tongue. Uncle Art was already in bed, and I got in beside him. The room was fairly dark, but his husky voice sounded, "That sure was a sight for sore eyes seeing Ole Hank's horse cock going to town on your pretty little ass! Well, tomorrow is a new day, and I'm sure you'll be getting plenty of attention, so go on, and get some rest." As I lay in bed, the pain coming from my butthole was just plain brutal, but somehow or another, I managed to drift off to sleep. I woke up early the next morning before anyone else, so I did my normal bathroom routine, and then eased the long nozzle of the enema up my anal canal. My butthole was stinging mad that I inserted the hose, but once I began expelling the contents, it started to feel a little better. After I finished up in the bathroom, as soon as I opened the door, my uncle shot by me to go use the bathroom. I was standing in the kitchen, drinking a large glass of pineapple juice when my uncle walked in. His hard cock led the way as he made himself a cup of coffee. He sat down at the kitchen table, took a sip of his coffee, looked up at me, and said, "I can't understand why ya is just standing there boy! You see the shape my cock is in, so uh, get on under the table and get ya some man milk to go along with that juice!" There I was, under the table, on my knees, and making oral love to my uncle's big juicy cock. I took turns licking all over his cock and hairy bull balls, and from the way his body was shivering, I figured he was getting kind of close to blowing his wad, so I increased my pace to the point that he was now flooding my mouth with his tasty man-made milk. I was in the process of swallowing mouth loads of cum when Hank must have walked in. Hank spoke, "Morning Art! That little pretty boy of yours must be dead to the world after yesterday!" Uncle Art replied, "Nah, he's under the table suck'n the fresh milk I made for him!" They laughed, but I was too busy swallowing his large load. Uncle Art's glob of cum started slowing down some, and then I heard Hank speak, "Boy, when you get done with your uncle's cock, get on over here, and get you some more home-made baby butter! It's good for ya, and it's good to the last drop!" I milked my uncle's cock dry, and now I was working on Hank's massive beast. While I was making oral love to Hank's cock, I heard Hank say, "Damn Art, you sure is one lucky mother fucker! This little mother fucker is going to town on my pecker, and I mean he is get'n er done! If this boy was my own, my cock would stay in his ass from morning to sundown!" Ricky walked in, and as soon as he sat down, I heard him speak, "I reckon that pretty little nephew of yours is still sleeping! I'd expect him to sleep in after all the fuck'n we did to him yesterday!" Hank spoke, "Ah hell nah boy, that little sleeping beauty ain't fuck'n asleep. He's under the table right now working on my cock, so don't ya go and fuck with him until I've fed him some home grown man milk!" A little while later, I was swallowing Hank's thick cum as fast as it squirted into my mouth. This guy can shoot one heck of a huge load, and the load now shooting into my mouth was not an exception. After I finished servicing Hank's cock, I moved over, and started working on Ricky's hard cock without having been told to do it. I sucked and licked, and even though my jaw and tongue were hurting, I pressed on until now I was swallowing Ricky's gooey offering. For the remainder of the day, the men took turns making me suck their cocks, and taking their love muscles up my ass. I was fucked in the bedroom, living room, the porch, the hen house, the dock, and every other place in between. Uncle Art fucked me six times while Ricky hammered my ass a total of 8 times, and Hank wore my ass out fucking me six times. This went on for a straight week, and the men used me at their own will. I did everything they told me to do, and stood by while they did whatever they felt like. My cock sucking skills were getting better and better as each day passed, and I was able to take Hank's massive cock with very little discomfort. For the most part, they took turns working me over, and at other times, all 3 would join in. From morning to nightfall, I was busy sucking their cocks whenever they wanted me to, and taking it up my ass as they so desired. I also had to eat all of their hairy butts, and they sure as hell dined on mine constantly. It's Friday, so when I got up, I prepared myself for whatever this day will bring. I was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping on a large glass of pineapple juice when my uncle walked in. After getting his cup of coffee, he joined me at the table, and after taking a sip, he said, "Look boy, we gonna be having us a little get together tomorrow, so today, all you gotta do is suck us off. But, you can't cum no matter what. I'm gonna be saving your sweet little honey for something mighty special tomorrow, so I want you to have a fresh batch for us so when the times comes, you'll be able to deliver. Stand here so I can put this thing on ya!" I stood to his immediate left, and watched as he placed a small leather looking thing around my balls, and then pulled each small orb through the opening, and then he tightened it up. When he was done, my balls were being stretched, and widely separated. It also went around my cock, and it kind of hurt a little. He did tell me that this thing was a cock ring, and ball separator, and he damn sure wasn't telling a lie about the ball separator thing. My sac was pulled very tightly, and my balls weren't anywhere close to being able to touch themselves. It was an odd looking contraption, and to be honest, didn't feel all that good either. Once all three men were seated at the table, I put their breakfast plates in front of them. Each man took turns fondling my cock, my outstretched balls, and fingered my butthole. Once again, the men spoke as if I wasn't even there. Hank spoke, "Art, how many of the boys you reckon is gonna be here tomorrow?" Uncle Art replied, "I reckon between 15 to 20 is my guess." Ricky spoke next, "I bet Robby sure is fuck'n happy to know he ain't gonna be the one to have to take all those cocks up his shitter! I know last time, all he did was bitch the whole fuck'n time, especially when Hank molested his furry ass." The men burst into a fit of laughter, and I was still somewhat clueless as to what all they were talking about. Uncle Art interjected, "Alright boys, here's the plan for today! My boy can suck ya off whenever you want, and you can even eat his ass a bit, or have him eat yours, but we can't let him bust a nut until tomorrow. I'm saving his sweet cream for the old man!" Hank said, "I'm with ya on that one Art. It's been a long while since Ole Herman got him a taste of some young boy cream. Shit, we'd be slap dab fuck'n lucky if Ole Herman don't drop dead from a heart-attack once he sees this gorgeous boy of yours. It's his birthday tomorrow, and the best present we can ever give him is your new boy toy! Yeah, I can see it already. Herman coming up on us, and takes one look at your boy, well uh, he's gonna wanna get down to business right away." All day long, then men took turns letting me suck them off. I ate their assholes, and they dined on mine. When they played with my hard nail, each one would intentionally stop just before I could blow my load. By the end of the day, my balls were killing me, and I was in dire need to release my built up cum, but that wasn't in the plans at all. That night, while my uncle and I were in bed, he rolled onto his right side, and played with my dick for a couple of hours straight. He would bring me close to an orgasm, but would stop just before I could let er fly. I was still wearing the cock ring and ball spreader, and believe you me, that thing was mighty painful. My swollen balls hurt something awful, and I found it somewhat difficult to go to sleep. When I woke up the following morning, Uncle Art was already up. He did remove the contraption from my cock and balls so I could deal with my bathroom routine. He had me go through 4 full bags of enema, filling each one up with warm water, and then pour in some coconut oil. By the time I was on the 4th bag, there wasn't anything but the contents of the bag coming out of my butt. When I was finished up in the bathroom, my uncle put that contraption back on my cock and balls. Just feeling his fingers brush up against my cock sent it flying into a rock hard state. Just for good measure, he jacked on my boy twig long enough to bring me dangerously close to an orgasm, and then completely stopped. He did that about eight to ten times before he had me make their breakfast. My little cock was throbbing, and hard as a slab of steel as I placed their breakfast in front of them. As usual, each man took the liberty of groping all over me. Hank even took the time to cup my separated balls, and lovingly spanked them making me almost pass out from the gut wrenching pain. While I was busy cleaning the kitchen, the three men went into my uncle's bedroom. I could hear furniture being moved, and could also hear them mumbling something, but couldn't make out what they were saying. When I was finished up in the bathroom, my uncle told me to go brush my teeth. One thing I did find odd was that I was not permitted to eat breakfast, but was allowed another large glass of pineapple juice. When I stepped out of the bathroom, my uncle called me into his bedroom. As soon as I stepped inside, I stopped dead in my tracks. His bed was gone, and there was a weird contraption hanging down from the ceiling. All three men were standing at the thing, and all 3 were sporting erections. I know I shouldn't have asked, but the words just sort of flew out of my mouth, "Ummmmmmm, what's that thing?" Hank answered by saying, "Ah, now ain't that sweet! The pretty little shit wants to know what this here thing is called! Boy, this here thing is gonna be your mother fuck'n seat for today! You can call it whatever you like, but we're gonna call it heaven, pure fuck'n heaven, and you is the centerpiece that's gonna make it perfect!" I must have been in some kind of daze, cause the next thing I knew, Ricky and my uncle had a hold of me on both arms, and then picked me up, and placed me into it. Ricky did call it a sling, and as soon as they had me in the position they wanted, Hank strapped my right wrist to the padded restraint while Ricky did the same thing with my left wrist. My arms were outstretched, and the back of my head was resting on a smaller sling. If that sling was taken away, then my head would be tilted backwards, and downwards. The men stretched my legs wide, and then Hank strapped my right ankle to it while Uncle Art restrained my left ankle. I do think I was already shaking a little knowing that my exposed butt was jutting out for any and all to see. There was a long rope looking thing dangling from the top portion of the sling, and I found out a little later that it was used to adjust the height of the sling with me in it. Uncle Art even had me try and get out, but it was no use. I could move my fingers and toes, and roll my head from right to left, but other than that, I was thoroughly restrained. I watched Ricky sit on the small office chair that rolls, and he scooted himself up to my upturned butt. Ricky said, "Fuck me boys, I gotta get me a good whiff of his little rosebud!" I could feel his nose on my butthole, and also feel the fiery heat from his breath as he sat in the chair sniffing my butt. Hank joined in by swatting my bloated balls some more as Uncle Art sealed his lips over mine, and we started sucking tongues while whimpering and moaning. Just as fast as it started, it all came to an abrupt end when Hank said, "Okay boys, I reckon that's enough for now! Herman oughta have his old ass here in a few, so let's let this boy rest up a bit before shit hits the mother fuck'n fan!" They left me alone in the bedroom, and I reckon I looked kind of like a large mouth bass trapped in a net. The sling itself was rather comfortable with the only exceptions being that my wrists and ankles were all restrained kind of tight. The padded cuffs did help with the discomfort some, but it was the unknowing that was causing my heart to pound damn near out of my chest. I could hear the men talking, but was not able to hear what they were saying, but minutes later, I saw a group of naked men enter the bedroom, and they all walked up to where I was strapped into the sling. It didn't take me long to figure out who Herman was. The man had to be somewhere in his 80's, and two other men helped him to sit in the rolling office chair, and then scooted him up close to my exposed butt. Herman didn't have a tooth in his head, and he kind of looked like Popeye. His voice cracked as he spoke, "Shit yeah boys, this here is what I'm talking about! This young'n is as pretty as a peach, and his little boy bits is water'n up my mouth big-time! Thank you, thank you boys, cause this here is the best birthday gift anyone could ever give me. Hmmmmmmm, I just know this pretty little peach's cum is gonna taste better than a mother fuck'n slice of hot apple pie! Y'all stand back, cause I'm fix'n to get my eat on!" He leaned his wrinkled face over to my cock, and in one quick motion, he had my little twig balls deep inside his mouth. There were 8 men standing around, and all were looking at me and the old man. The only 3 I knew was my uncle, Hank, and Ricky. All 8 men were stroking their hard cocks while softly chattering with each other. Herman's tongue sure did feel great as it slithered all over my throbbing cock. With my cock inside his mouth, Herman's fingers began exploring every inch of my widely separated balls. Although his touch was soft and gentle on my balls, my balls were still hurting something fierce from being separated, and tightly trapped against my cock. One of the men said, "Go on Pops, get you a good taste of this youngn's butt! That tiny speck sure as fuck looks mighty inviting from where I stand, so I just know it's gotta taste mighty fuck'n sweet!" I recognized Hank's voice, "Sweetest piece of boy pussy you'll ever fuck'n taste, and I'd stake my fuck'n life on that!" Herman was making loud slurping sounds as he sucked my cock, and then he took my right ball into his mouth, and started feverishly sucking on it while using his tongue to explore every square inch. From my right ball to my left, over and over again, the old man sure was taking his sweet time doing whatever he felt like to me. When he finally stopped working on my balls, I felt his large nose pressing directly on my butthole. I could tell he was inhaling my coconut smelling anal fragrance, and then felt the hot air as he exhaled. After a minute of just smelling my butthole, Herman said, "Alright boys, this is by far the sweetest sweet smelling boy pussy I've ever had the privilege of smelling! Smells like fresh coconut if'n you ask me, so stand the fuck back, cause Ole Herman is gonna teach ya how to eat something as special as this!" His tongue flickered out, and struck my butthole, sending goose bumps popping up all over my body. Not only was his tongue swiping my butthole, but the old man's tongue slowly raced up and down the short length of my crack, and then would always return to gingerly slither on my sealed anus. Herman might be old, but he sure knows how to eat ass! He had me moaning and whimpering, and in doing so, my sounds must have been driving the rest of the men insane. Every so often, I would glance around the room, and each and every one of them were busy stroking their hard cocks. While Herman was thoroughly eating my ass out, his left hand started stroking my cock while the fingers of his left hand began caressing my aching balls. My breathing was becoming very erratic, and to help matters some, some guy stuck a bottle of that smelling sauce under my nose, and pinched the left side closed while I began taking in some very deep breaths, and holding it in for as long as I could before exhaling. My mind was spinning wildly, and I did hear some man call the smelling sauce, poppers. It wasn't long before the old man's tongue graciously slid into my anal canal. He started grunting as his tongue dove to its deepest depth. The hand jerking on my cock was beginning to get my orgasm rising, and just when it seemed my cum was on the very verge of exploding, the old man stopped jacking on it. He stopped eating my ass long enough to say, "Not yet my pretty little dove! I'm gonna teach these boys how a real man eats ass!" As soon as he finished his sentence, he drove his tongue back deep into my bowels. Once again, I could vaguely hear some of the men talking, and the next thing I knew was that some man slammed his mouth over mine, and his tongue began slithering around inside my mouth. One by one, each man took turns feeding my mouth their tongues while the old man tongue fucked my ass with a pure fiery passion. My entire shaking body was being swarmed by sheer pleasure, and everything the old man was doing to me was adding more fuel to the fire so to speak. Each and every single time his hand would jerk on my cock, he would always back off just as soon as I got really close to unleashing my backed-up cum. Since there was a large sheet of plastic below the sling, I could hear the men walk around. Someone asked, "Can we use the boy's mouth now?" I think it was Uncle Art who responded, "Fuck yeah ya can, but boys, this boy ain't broke in too well just yet, so don't go and clog up his fuck'n throat!" A man stepped to where my head was, and he strapped a heavily padded eye patch over both of my eyes. Now I was in complete darkness, and then I felt the small sling holding up my head being removed. Before I had a chance to even think about it, a man's cock was being shoved into my mouth, and no sooner had it entered my mouth, the man began thrusting in and out of it. Although I had no idea who the man, or even what his cock looked like, but thankfully for me, it wasn't too long, nor was it thick at all. His cock slammed into my throat with each and every powerful mouth fucking thrust. The old man, Herman, started taking turns sucking my cock, gnawing on my cum bloated balls, and tongue fucking my ass while the other man fucked my face with a brutal passion. I could hear the men talking, but none of them were talking loud enough so I could understand what they were saying. Herman, the old man sucking my cock, would bring me dangerously close to the point of no return, and then would quickly back off. Even with the thick eye pads covering both of my eyes, I still could feel the teardrops falling from my eyes. The burning need to have an orgasm was well beyond frustrating at this point. My balls literally felt like they were fixing to explode, and was hurting something awful. The man fucking my mouth start grunting heavily, and then I felt the rush of cum ropes as they hammered the interior of my mouth. His thick cum was salty as hell, and was also very bitter tasting, but I didn't have no other choice than to swallow his unsavory load. Comments were being made as to my ability to swallow his load, and as soon as I drained him dry, another cock shot into my mouth. By the time the third guy stepped up to fuck my mouth, both my mouth and tongue were starting to hurt, and hurt quite a bit. One load after another, the men used my mouth as their own personal fuck toy, as well as their cum bucket. Still, the old man refused to allow me to have an orgasm, but as he pressed on, so did the men shoving their cocks down my throat, and emptying their man juice into my mouth, one right after the other. I honestly lost count of how many cocks shot cum down my throat, but my guess is is that none of the men gave a fuck either! My stomach felt extremely full from having swallowed so much man cream, and my aching balls hurt even more now than ever before. The cock in my mouth now must have been Hank's due to the size, and he too was thrusting harshly as Herman shoved his meaty tongue straight up my pooper once more. He might be in his 80's, but the man sure does know how to eat ass, and suck cock. Hank's cock unleashed its whopping load in my mouth, and I was busy swallowing it when Herman's toothless mouth was just as busy ravishing my cock while his fingers toyed with my widely spread balls. It felt kind of like something was blocking the passageway for my cum, and I could feel it as it started building up more and more as each second ticked off of the clock. I felt my body shake ever so violently, and then I felt my cum pry itself into the shaft of my cock, and just as the first watery spurt was fixing to make its exit, Herman shoved what felt like two long bony fingers straight up my ass. The sudden entry into my butt caused the breath within my shaking body to quickly make one hell of a hasty departure. My ass stung, but the intense orgasm was far too great for me to even pay too much attention to my butthole. I tried thrashing my body as to the unexplainable pleasures soaring throughout every square inch of my body, but the restraints held me at bay. While I was in the height of my intense orgasm, someone shoved their cock into my mouth, and immediately began face fucking me. Slurp, slurp, and more slurps, Herman stayed on my cock as if it had been glued on it. Just when I thought my orgasm was coming to an end, my body seized up once more, and more cum came rushing out. The fingers in my butt was whipping frantically in and out, and the fingers caressing my balls only added to my already feverish sexual high. The man fucking my mouth unleashed an enormous load, and I swallowed every ounce of his salty love offering. Finally, I felt the fingers ease themselves out of my butt, and then felt Herman's mouth release my now limp noodle. Herman's voice cracked while saying, "Boys, now that right there is what you call mother fuck'n delicious boy honey! I'm tell'n ya, this boy's cum ain't got much of a taste at all, but he sure as fuck can serve up one hell of a delicious load! Yeah, that right there was the best birthday present I've ever had, and before the day ends, I'm gonna have another go at him!" For the next several minutes, I just hung in the sling in total darkness. I was more than thankful the men had stopped fucking my mouth, and then I felt someone slap my balls repeatedly before removing the contraption that was separating my balls and cock. It hurt really bad once the thing was removed, but since the person had spanked my balls, I was doing everything I could to prevent myself from vomiting. I heard a man say, "Fuck yeah, I'm gonna get my dick wet up this here boy's ass pussy!" I felt the man's cockhead pressing against my sealed anus, and it really didn't feel as though he had any lube on his cock, but that didn't really matter as it tore through my seal anal entrance, and quickly slammed all the way home. I know I whimpered, grunted, and made some hissing sounds, but that too didn't last too long, cause another man forced his meaty cock into my mouth, and I was once again being throat fucked. A hard cock was pile driving in and out of my ass, and another cock was fucking my mouth as if he was trying to win some kind of foot race. I felt teeth clamp over each of my tiny nipples, and then felt their tongues as they smacked the very tip. Fingers were gripping my balls rather tightly, and more fingers squeezed and yanked on my semi hard boy noodle. All in all, the cock blistering my ass was feeling pretty darn good. The man fucked me until he emptied his cum deep into my rectum, and no sooner had he pulled his cock out of my ass, another cock was quick to replace it. This one was definitely a lot longer, and somewhat thicker, but it was hitting all the right spots, and I could feel my mind slowly rising up and away from my body. One hard cock after another plowed my ass, and each one dumped their man goo into my cum flooded rectum. Not only was my ass flooded with cum, but my mouth was on the receiving end of plenty more cum. I have no clue as to how many cocks shot their loads down my throat, nor do I recall how many men used my ass for their cum shooting pleasures, but by now, my ass and my mouth were beyond being worn the fuck out! I think I was going in and out of consciousness, but at some point, I was temporarily action free. My stomach was bloated from having swallowed so much cum, and I could feel man spunk dribbling out of my well fucked asshole. Several minutes trickled on by before someone force fed their cock up my ass. I did hear some guy say something about water-sports, but I didn't have any idea what he meant by it. As soon as the guy dumped his load up my butt, two more guys fucked the hell out of me, and it was while the third one was banging my ass was when my uncle asked me if I had to take a piss. I will mention this, and it was while the men were fucking me; I had numerous mind altering orgasms. For the most part, each time my cock unleashed its load, some guy's mouth was on my cock drinking my cum all up. I did have to pee something awful, and whispered to my uncle that I needed to take a leak. He said something, and as soon as the third guy fucked his load up my ass, someone stuffed my boy wood into his mouth. My uncle whispered, "Piss boy, let er fly! Go on, open up ya bladder valve, and let er go!" I honestly tried to resist the urge to start pissing, but I had held onto it for quite a while now, and wasn't able to control it. My piss shot out of my dick like a volcanic explosion, and the man who was letting me piss into his mouth started whimpering like crazy. I could actually hear him swallow my bladder juice, and as disgusting as it may be, I was just somewhat relieved by draining my bladder. As the day progressed, and my world was filled with total darkness thanks to the blindfold, my ass was open and ready for any and all, and I'm pretty certain that every man in attendance used my ass and my mouth as they so desired. I know I felt Hank's giant cock at least three times plow my ass, and I'm sure there were men who used me repeatedly. I had reached a point that I didn't think I would be able to handle any more, but the men never once let up on fucking my ass, or my mouth. Even old man Herman fucked my ass a couple of times. By the time the so-called party was coming to an end, I was a complete and utter mess. Every part of my body hurt really, really bad, especially my worn-out ass. I was so out of it that I didn't even know that I had been removed from the sling, and was now laying down in the bathtub. The warm water felt good on my aching body, and every so often, cum would bubble out of my butthole. Uncle Art walked in to check on me, and once he saw my eyes opened, and I was looking back at him, he closed the toilet seat, and sat down on it. Seconds later, his husky voice sounded, "Boy, I just got to tell ya how proud I am of ya! Thanks to ya, the party was a fuck'n success, and everyone had a really good time, especially with ya. Yes sir, ya was definitely the talk of the party, and those men folk couldn't even stop talk'n about ya. Yes sir, I'm mighty proud of ya, and when you get done in here, c'mon out, so ya can get something to eat!" When he left, I had to fight like hell just to get to my feet. My legs felt too weak to support my body, but as I looked into the tub's water, all I could see was glob upon glob of man cum. Without even thinking about anything, I farted, and more cum came rip-roaring out of my butthole. I fell to my knees as more and more cum came shooting out. It took a good little while, but I finally managed to complete my shower without shitting any more cum out. I spent a good amount of time brushing my teeth, and scrubbing my tongue, and as I stepped out of the bathroom, I had to hold onto the walls so I wouldn't fall. Uncle Art was sitting at the kitchen table, and smiled as soon as he saw me. His voice roared, "Ole Hank and Ricky had to head on home, so boy, I reckon it's just you and me now." After I ate, I went straight to bed, and my uncle let me sleep in. Once I was up, and stirring around, I went outside to do my chores. My uncle gave me a couple of days rest before he went back to fucking the starch out of my ass, and letting me suck his cock, and drink his man milk. By the end of the week, I was taking his cock up my ass without any difficulties whatsoever. On the day my mom was supposed to come back, Uncle Art fucked me from the moment I woke up, all the way to lunchtime. I kept looking for mom to show up at any moment now, but I did pick up on the fact that my uncle had no concerns whatsoever. I wasn't sure what was going on, but while he was sitting in his recliner, I was on my knees, between his thick hairy legs, sucking the hell out of his big ass cock. He fed me his man milk, and it wasn't until it was time for supper that he filled me in. Uncle Art looked at me, grinned, and began speaking, "Boy, I ain't too sure how ya gonna take it, but ya mom ain't coming back to get ya! She told me she was done with ya, and that she was gonna get on with her life, and uh, well boy, you just ain't part of her equation, if'n ya get my drift! So, it looks like it's just gonna be me and you for a spell. Just so ya know, I ain't got no problem with that at all, but boy, ya is gonna be my official new boy toy, and that right there ain't even open for negotiation!" I listened to every word he had just said, and in some odd kind of way, I was kind of glad that she didn't want me. I kind of liked being referred to as my uncle's boy toy, and in more ways than you can imagine, I was more than happy to know that I was going to be used at his pleasure. My uncle taught me how to live off the land, and respect it. There wasn't a day gone by that we were not sucking each other off, and then he would use his mammoth cock to pound me completely senseless. Whenever a friend of his stopped by to visit, it was my job to sexually satisfy him, and I for one, certainly didn't have any problems with that at all. In fact, there were times when four or five men came over, and I willingly swallowed their cum, and each man took turns fucking the starch out of me. Seeing my uncle smile while I was servicing his friends was enough reward for me. There was this one time when three of his friends stopped over. I had already sucked their cocks, and swallowed their cum, but once we got down to some serious ass packing, two of the men lay on the bed with their cocks damn near touching. It was then that I learned how to take two men's cocks up my pooper. It kind of hurt, but did feel sort of weird at first, but having two adult cocks up my poop sure did perform one hell of a wild magic trick on my prostate. In less than a year since I had been living with my uncle, he through several parties. For the most part, I was strapped in the sling, and every man in attendance used me as they so pleased. By now, I was becoming the expert cock sucker, and I was also able to take all of their cocks up my ass without passing out. I actually got really excited hearing my uncle was throwing another party, cause I knew I would be the center of attraction. To say the very least, but I couldn't be happier knowing I was now officially my uncle's new toy! The End Fantasywriter1@aol.com Shawn