Date: Tue, 01 Nov 2022 13:10:06 +0000 From: JSnow26 Subject: Lustful Opportunities Chapter 8 Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Nothing written is real or based on any real-life situations, and no content is ever encouraged. None of the content is condoned by the author. The world of fiction is wonderful and allows for many fantasies, so always remember to keep this in mind when reading here. Donation Reminder: Don't forget to donate, everyone! https://donate.nifty.org/ Thank you! FOREWORD: Hey, everyone! First: This chapter is what can probably be considered "extreme", so just a pre-warning so you know. If you reach a point you dislike, just back out. It's all fiction, obviously, but even then, some content can rub some the wrong way. Only continue if you ackowledge that this story is a work of fiction and understand all that entails. ******************************** LUSTFUL OPPORTUNITIES - CHAPTER 8 On his routine morning run, Garrett Jackson stopped at what sounded like a scream coming from the house on his left. And parked by the curb in front of the house was a police car. Standing still and listening closely for a minute, he heard nothing else. Either it was his imagination, or perhaps there was a domestic dispute the police officer was responding to inside or something. Lifting his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his face before resuming his run, the cool morning air sending a chill over his body as it blew across his bare stomach, Garrett heard a second faint scream coming from inside the house. He wasn't familiar with the family who lived here, and if he recalled correctly, they moved in just a couple years ago. He didn't see the usual car parked here, the one he'd seen the man who lived here driving before, and his head immediately went in the gutter as he pictured the police officer possibly banging the man's wife here while her husband was away... Noticed the bulge in his gray sweatpants more pronounced than normal, Garrett tugged at his pants to reposition his hardening dick then started his run again, his dick swinging obscenely behind the warm fabric. Garrett coached the local Junior High School soccer team, boys aged 11-14. Playing soccer all throughout his childhood and even on the men's soccer team for his college, he discovered early on that teaching and training the next generation of players was his calling. Unable to find a coaching position in any of the nearby cities due to competition, he moved here a few years ago where they always seemed to short of teaching staff and coaches and landed the position in no time at just 24-years-old. School would be beginning again next month, and to help prepare his returning players for the fall season, he'd have them go on a run every Saturday morning. In his first two years on the job, Garrett joined his players in their runs, but found that young teenage boys, even disciplined, are still young teenage boys. There was never a run where one of his young players wouldn't crack a joke at the size of his dick as it flopped about, and when he wore a pair of running tights that hugged his legs like a second skin, it made the issue even worse since the shape of his dick was totally obvious. Other than one of his previous best players, a boy named Chase who he, umm... definitely knew was gay, that graduated to High School two years ago. That boy could really take a fucking dick. He wasn't sure if any of the others, past or present, were gay, but he found that running the opposite direction of his players proved more productive for the team so they wouldn't be distracted, sexually or from just being boys, by his dick. Garrett had grown accustomed to people looking at or making a joke about his dick since a young age, though. He'd always been big, very big. Six inches at just age thirteen, eight inches at eight sixteen, and ten inches at age nineteen, his dick finally decided that eleven inches was enough when he turned twenty-one. And, of course, there was almost never a day in the gym, locker room, or even the field, where someone didn't ask if he was some object in his shorts or if he was just "happy to see them." And he couldn't count the number of times someone told him that if this soccer thing didn't work out, he could always become a porn star. A third scream... Thinking of notifying someone, or maybe walking up to the house to check if everything was okay, Garrett decided not to when he saw his team running his way. "Hey, Coach! We beat you around the neighborhood this time! Not getting too tired at your advanced age, are you?" One of the boys called out as the group came to a stop in front of Garrett. Garrett couldn't help noticing a few of the boys were clearly starring at his crotch, and young Jeremy, twelve, his youngest returning player, was even giggling quietly. He couldn't help but wonder if the boy would still be giggling if he has his 11-inch cock shoved up his little ass. No, he'd make sure Jeremy would be screaming on his dick like the stay-at-home wife this police officer was probably banging in that house while her husband was out... He'd make damn sure of that the first day back to school. "For that comment, I want all of you back here tomorrow morning, 7am, to repeat this running exercise." Garrett said to a chorus of complaints before joining his team in running back to their starting position. Looking over his shoulder at the house before it was out of sight, Garrett couldn't help but think that the third scream he heard sounded very young... Not unlike some of the young boys he'd impaled on his huge cock in the past. ******************** "AAAAAAAAHHHHHH! U-Uncle... Uncle Brad... P-Please... Please! It... it really hurts! Owwww!" "Hurts, huh?! Still have a lot to go, Noah, so there's plenty more!" "AaaaaahhHH!! OWWW! U-Uncle Brad!!!" Mike and Chase were stroking this throbbing dicks furiously watching Brad, the police officer they just met, ruthlessly ramming his baton hard and fast into his nephew's boyhole. The baton wasn't nearly as thick as his or Brad's dicks, and maybe slightly less so than Chase's as well, but it looked to be about twenty inches. Mike doubted Noah could physically take the entire thing, not without Brad harming him, but it sure as hell looked like the officer was willing to ram as much as he could inside his wailing little nephew. Brad held the handle of his baton firmly and rammed it another inch inside Noah, getting closer and closer to having half of its length up inside his nephew. The boy was crying fiercely, causing some concern to cross Brad's mind. This was his nephew... his little nephew he was ruining. But his lust was too overwhelming, too consuming, as it devoured his concerns. Tightening his grip on the handle, Brad shoved the baton inside his nephew with much of his strength, watching several more inches force its way through the boy's intestines. His baton was twenty inches in length, or sixteen inches below the handle, and he estimated that just over half of it was up Noah's ass now. Noah continued to whine and cry, and whenever his nephew looked up into his eyes, pleading, begging for some relief, he'd ram the baton in harder and deeper instead, making the boy wail even louder. Brad could hear Mike and Chase moaning as they stroked their dicks behind him then snapped his fingers to get their attention, not wanting to take his eyes off his nephew. "I want one of you shove your dick down his throat, preferably you, Mike. Noah's loud enough right now, and I don't want some bastard from the station knocking on the door from a complaint if someone outside would hear him." Mike was already on the bed before Brad finished walking, straddling Noah's tied up, folded body. Noah watched with blurry vision as Mike's strong legs cut off his side views, and the look above him now was only of the man's throbbing dick and heavy balls as they rested just inches above his face. And the man's scent was almost overwhelming. Looking down into Noah's scared, wet eyes for a brief moment, Mike reached down and took Noah's jaw in one hand, forcing the boy's small mouth to stay open. Then, grabbing his cock with his other hand, Mike shoved his cockhead into the kid's mouth, his teeth scrapping against the sensitive glans. Grunting, Mike shoved his dick in harder with repeated thrusts, forcibly stretching Noah's mouth around his shaft. Chase's heart was racing. He's seen some guys, his father included, get really fucking brutal with some smallest boys in the past. Cam, for example, his dad's friend Kyle, has been fucked and brutalized especially hard in front of him before, and he had joined in on the fun the most recent time. Cam had earned some special award for his grades, and as a "reward", Kyle and his husband, Brent, invited them, the kid's teacher, and several of their other buddies over for a vicious gangbang of the boy that left him practically bed-ridden for two days. And it looked like Brad, and his father, were intent on pushing Noah to the breaking point. So, who was to deny his own pleasures in this lustful opportunity? But before he could act, stepping forward to take Noah's little boy dick in his mouth, Brad snapped his fingers in his direction, causing him to freeze. The officer didn't need to say anything to command one's attention. "Get on my dick, boy. And keep it down your throat. I mean it. You won't like what I do to you if you take it out." Brad demanded, his tone firm... and dangerous. Nodding, Chase quickly dropped down onto the floor and took Brad's thick 8-inch cock back into his mouth, hastily working it into his throat. The cop was certainly big, but not the biggest he'd swallowed, so he was able to handle it pretty well for now... But Chase wondered just how long he'd have to keep his mouth and throat full and his means of oxygen severely limited. "That's good, boy, keep those balls on your chin. And don't you fucking dare think of pulling back." Chase hummed in response, savoring the officer's big, thick cock. Moving his tongue along the wet underside, he traced the thick veins running along the shaft, making the cop moan in pleasure above him. And when he'd swallow, squeezing Brad's cock in his tight throat, the man would groan low. "My son's an expert cocksucker, Brad. I've lost count of how many he's swallowed, and I know he doesn't remember either because he was unconscious for many of them growing up." Mike said, looking over his shoulder to see nothing short of bliss on the cop's face. "You don't need to tell me. The fucking whore is working me over with his tongue and throat at the same time! But even the best cocksuckers need air, so let's see how long he lasts, shall we?" Mike and Brad exchanged a menacing look with one another which was broken when an intense choking sound came from Noah. During their conversation, Mike had forced his entire 9-inch cock down the boy's throat, making him choke and gag as the wet, gurling sounds replaced his earlier screams. "Your little nephew here has a tight fucking throat, man. I fucked it real nice yesterday. I admit I'm a little surprised he was still able to scream so loud today, in fact. Let me make sure he can't scream so loud next time though..." Mike said as he raised himself up on his knees and began ruthlessly throat-fucking Noah, watching as his eyes, full of fear and pain, looking up at him. Fuck he loved it. "Yeah, man! Ruin his fucking throat! We can do whatever to him without worrying of nosy fucking people if you do enough damage. Just like... this!" Brad said as he forced another inch of the baton up Noah's ass, a full twelve inches now embedded in the kid, and began twisting it. Noah tried his best to scream his discomfort around Mike's cock, but it was useless as nothing except muffled, wet gags could be heard along with Mike's balls slapping harshly against his messy chin. Satisfied that his nephew was properly muffled and choking, Brad decided now was the time to see just how far he could insert his baton. He could already see it bulging out the kid's belly around his navel, but there were still several inches above there. Moaning loudly as Chase continued to work his cock over unlike any cocksucker he'd ever enjoyed, he placed a hand on Noah's chest to hold him steady and rammed the baton inside his nephew nearly to where his hand held the handle. The most recognizable sound like a scream found its way around Mike's cock somehow, and Brad marveled as he saw his baton stretching out the boy's smooth skin over his sternum. "Keep pounding his throat, Mike. Pound the fuck out of it. Good thing you and you son already lubed my whore of a nephew's guts with your loads. Got it shoved up in him nearly all the way a little faster than expected." Brad said, turning and twisting the baton. "Well, Chase and I double-fucked the bitch shortly before you came over. His hole and guts were already well broken in, and no doubt coated in cum." Mike said between growls as he had a big handful of the kid's hair in one hand now as he pulled his skull mercilessly up into his hard downward thrusts. Noah's face was in the early stages of turning blue, and blue was Mike's favorite color. Removing his hand from Noah's chest, the boy's heart pounding against his palm, Brad placed his palm at the end of the baton and gripped the handle tightly again with the other. There were still a couple inches to go before the baton was fully buried inside his nephew, so Brad shoved the remaining length in with both hands. All sixteen inches, from handle to tip, was now inside his little nephew, likely changing the boy forever. Noah tried his best to scream as he felt the hard rod push up somewhere below his chest, but when he tried, he just choked on Mike's dick harder as slime, cum, and snot spewed out around his puffy lips and red nose. His eyes were rolling about wildly, his only view being Mike's thighs and path of pubes as the man slammed his body down into his face. Finally, all the pain and lack of oxygen became too much, and he blacked out, the last sounds he heard being of his uncle growling as he twisted the baton inside him and the wet slaps of Mike's groin smashing down into his face. Mike watched as Noah closed his eyes while some of the wet, sticky mess of slime, cum and snot being splattered about as he fucked the kid's skull leaked down the boy's forehead and covering his closed eyelids. "The little bitch passed out. Pretty remarkable he lasted this long if I'm being honest. You have a fucking amazing little nephew, man." The initial thought of his nephew having blacked out sent a temporary fear through Brad's mind, but just like how the boy's crying and screaming managed to turn him on even more, so did his nephew's limp, helpless state. Looking down at Chase, the teen still keeping his cock in his throat all this time, the hunk's face turning blue now, too, Brad reached down and jerked the teen off his dick by the hair of his head. Chase fell to the floor, coughing and gasping, before saying, "P-Please... let me back on your cock, officer. I want you to fuck me out... please!" Brad smirked at the teenage slut, clearly well-trained by Mike. Looking back at his unconscious nephew, Brad began to pull the baton slowly out of his battered guts and destroyed hole, the wet, squelching sounds making his dick throb and twitch uncontrollably. And when he pulled the tip out, the sight of Noah's open body almost made him cum. Licking the tip of the baton, tasting the insides of his loving nephew, Brad pulled Chase onto his knees by the hair of his head and tapped the baton against his hungry mouth. "Open the fuck up." Brad demanded. Gladly doing as told, his desire to serve this man, any man, every man, that his father drove into him as a young boy, Chase opened his mouth wide, eager in anticipation to be used further. Holding Chase's head steady by his hair, Brad placed the tip of the wet baton covered in his nephew's insides in the slut's mouth. Chase began sucking immediately, his eyes hungrier than ever. Smirking again, Brad shoved the baton into Chase's throat and didn't stop until it was at least twelve inches deep. Chase gagged and choked for a moment but swallowed and resumed to work the baton like it was the best cock he'd ever had. "You want more? You want fucking more?!" Brad yelled, watching as Chase hummed and nodded. "Such a needy fucking faggot, aren't you?" Chase nodded. "You're just a fucking slut giving his holes up to be used and abused, aren't you?" Chase nodded again. "You want to be fucking ruined and destroyed, don't you, you fucking bitch?!" Chase nodded once more with an even more enthused look evident in his eyes. Gripping the handle of the baton, Brad held Chase's head tightly by the hair, then rammed the rest of the baton down Chase's throat. Chase panicked, feeling the hard rod inside his body far deeper than any cock or dildo had ever been forced down his throat before. Raising his hands and grabbing Brad's arm that held the baton, he tried to make Brad pull at least a little bit back out. "I don't think so, you fucking whore. You're going to get this baton nice and clean from tip to handle! Fucking take it!" Brad yelled, pulling the baton out by nearly a foot before ramming the full sixteen inches back down Chase's throat up to the handle again. Repeating the process, he was soon fucking Chase's throat with the baton, finally making the teenage slut gag and retch on it. Mike turned his attention away from Noah, his dick still buried down the unconscious kid's throat to see what was making his son emit sounds little could anymore. Brad had his son by the back of the head and was ramming the baton down his throat at a ruthless pace. Mike watched as Chase was trying to free himself from Brad's grip, but the officer was much too strong. Thinking of stepping in, the first time the idea had crossed his mind since stopping his buddy Zach from fisting the boy when he was so young, a grin soon crossed his face when he saw Chase's dick was rock hard and oozing precum. His son may be struggling to handle the brutal treatment Brad was giving him, but deep down, he was enjoying some aspect of it. "I think he likes that, Brad. Why don't you give it to him a little harder?" Chase's wet eyes opened wide hearing his father suggest the idea, looking around the officer to see his father smiling at him. He did, in fact, enjoy being treated this way, for it was rare these days for any man to push him anywhere near his limits, but this was different. Not only was this fucking baton really hurting his throat, but he got a dangerous vibe from this officer. If he was willing to do what he's already done to his little nephew, what would he do to a stranger? Brad chuckled. "I see that. His dick is hard as steel, isn't it? Let's see how well you've really trained your faggot for a son." And with that, Chase yelped around the baton as Brad pulled the hair on the back of his head tighter and began pulling his head forward to meet the baton as he rammed it mercilessly still down his throat. Squinting his eyes from the intense discomfort, his dick was throbbing more than ever. Trying one last time to break Brad's grip on him, to no avail, Chase lowered his arms and took his dick in one hand and balls in the other. Squeezing his balls and stroking his dick, he came in seconds, shooting spurts of his load up onto his body and his moaned, then gagged, then moaned again around the baton battering his throat. "Such a fucking whore! I'll admit, I've never seen a slut like your son in all my life, Mike. The little whore just came all over himself! Fuck... he's so fucking hot! You liked it that much, huh?! Here, fucking take more!" Brad shouted, twisting the baton down Chase's throat now, watching as his lean, muscular teen body jerked violently from the added maneuver. Chase didn't know how much more of this he could take, but his fucking dick was already getting hard again. Thinking Brad would see it and try to ram the fucking handle into his mouth next in response, he was somewhat relieved when Brad suddenly pulled the baton out of his throat and mouth. Nearly collapsing, Chase tried to gasp for air, but before that, he retched up an ample amount of slime that splatted out onto the floor below. Coughing, struggling to breath, he finally inhaled and began filling his lungs with a much-needed dose of oxygen. "On your back. Now!" Brad demanded, placing his foot on Chase's shoulder and nudging him onto his back. Chase looked up at the man, both excited and terrified of what he was going to do next. "Here. Take this." Brad said, tossing him the wet, slimy baton. "Fuck yourself with it. I'm going to fuck my nephew now, and by the time I finish, I don't want to see an inch of it outside your fucking cunt. If I do, not even a slut like yourself will be able to handle what goes in next time. Got it?" Chase's heart was pounding against his chest so hard, there was no way Brad couldn't hear it, the teen thought to himself. Nodding, in no way going to argue with this man, Chase grabbed a nearby pillow that had fallen from Noah's bed and placed it underneath his ass. Next, he raised his legs and bent his knees as he placed the tip of the baton at his hole. Turning back to Noah, Brad heard Chase already beginning to grunt and moan. He was curious just how far Chase had gotten the baton inside him in just a matter of seconds, but his cock was throbbing like a motherfucker, and he needed to relieve himself. Mike was still straddling his nephew's head, rotating his hips and grinding his dick into the unconscious boy's throat. The man had a nice ass, Brad noted, and impressive balls, too, as he saw the testicles' part around Noah's messy chin. Next, Brad knelt slightly to get an up and close view inside his nephew's ruined hole. When he realized he could see deep enough inside the boy that the open tunnel was just an abyss of darkness, he nearly came. Standing back up and placing his knees on either side of his nephew's ass on the bed, Brad placed his cock overtop the boy's hole to take in the sheer size difference. Unable to hold off for much longer, Brad pressed the tip into his nephew's cunt and rammed the full-length of his 8-inch dick fully inside the boy with no resistance. Letting out a low groan, he held it there for a moment before slowly rotating his hips to feel the boy's guts around his cock. Finally, placing his hands on Noah's butt cheeks, stretching them apart as wide as they would go, he pulled his cock almost nearly out before slamming back down with brutal impact as he began to rail away inside the kid. Brad was fucking the boy so hard, so fast, Noah's body was being bounced off the mattress, so Mike had to make sure he held the kid's head firmly on his cock, otherwise his dick would have likely slipped out. "Fuck yeah, man! Fuck him hard just like that! He's unconscious anyway, might as well fuck the bitch with all you've got." Mike said, keeping Noah's head held tight as he ground his cock in his face hole. "Why, Noah... why do you have to be so fucking... so fucking sexy... and... and such a fucking little WHORE?!" Brad shouted, raising onto his haunches on the bed so he could fuck his one and only nephew with the full-length of his cock. Occasionally he'd pull too far up, causing his dick to come out, but he'd slam back in even harder then, bottoming out instantly. And the sight of Noah's little belly inflating again and again from his cock was driving him crazy. "If he was a few years younger, I bet we could properly splitroast the little bitch from end to end. Imaging seeing your nephew's entire fucking body stuffed with cock, man!" Mike said. He now knew Brad was the sort that'd get super fucking horned up from the idea because it turned him on so much, too. He and Chase had tried it using little Elliot, but Chase's cock wasn't quite big enough, at least not yet. But if he couldn't introduce the boy to his friend Kyle, then perhaps he and Brad could make it a reality sometime. Brad was growling like a beast now, and Mike really wanted to see this. Keeping his cock embedded down Noah's throat, Mike turned on the bed, so he was facing Brad, keeping the kid's skull smashed between his thighs. And he nearly came from seeing how fucking hard Brad was brutalizing his own nephew. The violent bulge that'd come and go from inside the kid's belly was one thing, but the real sight was from how his very puffy boyhole was being pulled out then back in with his uncle's intense thrusts. And judging from the wet, squelching sounds coming from the boy, Mike had little doubt Noah's intestines were being pushed and pulled along with Brad's dick as well. "Fuck, man... that's so fucking hot! Fucking pound that hole! You're going to turn the little bitch inside out, my man!" Brad looked up at Mike and growled before speaking. "Fucking right I am! This is my fucking bitch! If I want to ruin his guts, I will! If I want to hollow him the fuck out, I will!" He said, looking back down at Noah's bulging body. "Hey, man! Not trying to stop you! Do what you like to him! Just saying it's fucking hot! Not many men know how to properly pound a little boyslut like you are right now! I appreciate that." Mike responded, holding his hands up in defense before letting out a loud moan and groan a moment later. Brad had reached over Noah's body with both hands and grabbed his nephew around the neck tightly, squeezing so hard that Mike could feel the man's thumbs pressing down against his dick. "Oooohhh, fuuuuckkkk!" Mike moaned. "You like that, huh?! You like fucking my nephew's throat, right?! Fuck it then! FUCK IT!" Brad shouted, squeezing Mike's cock tighter inside his nephew's throat. Leaning forward so his face was an inch away from the cop's, Mike began thrusting as hard as he could again into Noah's abused throat, the feel of Brad's hands pressing into him and making the tube even tighter making him crazy. Wanting to kiss the man, but afraid that might be something the officer discouraged, he was pleasantly surprised when Brad's lips crashed into his as their tongues dueled for control. The increased squelching sounds of a boyslut being destroyed from both ends finally overcame both Mike and Brad, and a few seconds later, both men threw their heads back and practically howled as they started cumming at nearly the same time. "FUCK YEAH, NOAH! TAKE YOUR UNCLE'S FUCKING LOAD, BOY! Oh, yeah! Look at my load filling your belly, boy! FUUUCKKK!!" Brad yelled, almost screamed, watching his cock throb inside his nephew as he pumped him full. Mike and Chase must have filled the boy up nicely earlier, because it didn't take long until much of his load came back up and burst out around his cock and coating the boy's ass. "Such a lucky little, bitch! I wish I had an uncle like you do boy who fucked and used me like this when I was your age! FUCK! Swallow my load, bitch!" Mike yelled as his cock throbbed inside Noah's throat, unleashing an ungodly amount of cum into the boy's belly. Leaning against one another, both Brad and Mike rested their heads on the other's shoulder and gasped for air. Finally, turning his face into Brad's neck, Mike whispered, "Never thought I'd be proud of getting caught by a cop. This was a top five all-time fuck." Brad chuckled, then said, "Never thought I'd be happy to have caught to pervs fucking my nephew, but here we are." Continuing to rest against one another for a few minutes, letting their cocks soften inside Noah in the meantime, Brad finally stepped off the bed and let his dick plop out of Noah's wrecked boyhole. Wiping some sweat from his face, he watched as the puffy ring pulsated as a slow, steady stream of cum leaked out of the boy. Hearing Mike moan as he started to pull out of Noah's throat next, his softening dick twitched when the man pulled his dick fully out and a mini explosion of slime, cum, and whatever else erupted out of his unconscious nephew's mouth all over his face. Hearing Chase whining behind him, Brad had almost forgotten the task he'd given the slutty whore. Turning slowly, giving the teen a few more seconds to complete his task, Brad raised his eyebrows in surprise when he didn't see an inch of the baton, just as he had asked. The teen was clearly in some discomfort, no doubt from where the handle was obviously stretching his hole incredibly wide. "Not bad. Keep it in there until you clean out fucking cocks, boy." Brad said, snapping his fingers towards Mike who climbed off the bed to join him. Kneeling down on either side of Chase's head, they fed the teen their messy, sloppy cocks until he had cleaned them properly. All the while whining and whimpering from having to hold the baton so far inside his body. "You're good." Brad said before standing, walking back over to the bed to check on Noah. "I got it, bud." Mike said when he saw the concerned look on Chase's face as his son tried to pull the baton back out of his hole. Reaching in to grip the handle, hearing Chase groan loudly, Mike realized this was as much of his hand he'd ever had inside his son. Maybe he was ready to be fisted soon. Pulling the baton out slowly until the handle popped out, making Chase let out an almost painful sound, Mike pulled it the rest out, watching it leave his son's body. He almost couldn't believe his son had worked it inside all by himself. He and some of his buddies had fucked Chase with some 12+ inch dildos before, but nothing as long as the baton. "T-Thank... thank you, dad... daddy..." Chase said, before lying back flat on the floor, catching his breath. Standing to see Brad trying to slap Noah awake, Mike shook his head and reached into Chase's duffle bag for a thing of smelling salts. "Here!" Mike said, tossing it to Brad. It took a little longer than Mike was himself was comfortable with, but Noah eventually began to stir. He knew they had brutally fucked the boy senseless, but recalling everything that had transpired, it was clear now that they had tread that "too far" line very closely. "Hey, little man! How are you feeling?" Brad asked as soon as Noah opened his eyes. Noah just groaned and whimpered upon waking up, a few tears falling down his cheeks. When he tried to sit up, it was no use as he had no strength to do so nor the energy to try again. "Let me help you." Brad said, sitting down on the bed and pulling his nephew up against him. "How are you feeling?" Still, Noah said nothing and just whimpered, his little body shaking. "Give him a few minutes. You, we, really did a number on him. He's probably still in shock, and no doubt in a ton of pain." Mike said, sitting down opposite Noah and rubbing his skinny right thigh. Kissing his nephew atop the head, Brad grabbed the edge of the blanket on the bed and wiped Noah's messy face as clean as he could. "You're so amazing, Noah. So... SO amazing. Uncle Brad loves you very, very much. No one has ever made me as happy as you have today." For the first time since coming to, a look of awareness could be seen in Noah's eyes. Looking up at his uncle, he tried his best to smile, but even that hurt right now, but Brad caught the attempt just in time. "You're the best little nephew in the world, Noah. Want to visit Uncle Brad more often?" Brad asked, watching a look of concern cross Noah's face before the boy nodded and managed a grin. Before Brad could say anything else, though, his phone began to ring. "Probably your daddy. I forgot to call him and say you're doing well. Give me a minute bud." He said, walking over to grab his phone from his pants pocket and walking out of the room before answering. "Can you say anything, Noah?" Mike asked, running his fingers over the boy's neck. Opening his mouth slowly, the boy quickly closed it again and shook his head "no." "You took us like a champ, little man. Not only did you make your uncle the happiest man alive today, but you also made both me and Chase incredibly happy, too. You're out little hero, you know that?" Noah looked the happiest he'd been since breakfast this morning, but the pain tunning throughout his little body was still evident. "That's right, lil bud! Not many boys can do anything close to what you did for us today! And..." Chase was saying, struggling to get to his feet, before stepping close and leaning into Noah's ear before continuing. "Thank you for not telling your uncle that I'm Spider-Man. That was super responsible of my little Spider-Boy." The look on Noah's face grew even brighter, and to Chase's surprise, the boy reached out his arms for a hug which he gladly accepted. All three turned to look toward the bedroom door when they saw Brad come back into the room, placing his phone down on the nearby dresser. "I told your daddy you're having a great time, Noah. And you remember what you promised me, and these guys, right? You won't be telling your daddy, or your mommy, about any of this, right? It's not good to break a promise." Brad said as he began to get dressed. Noah nodded in response, then managed to get out a faint, "Y-Yes...", the first word he'd spoken for the past hour. "Good boy! Let's get you dressed." Brad said next, opening Noah's closet and getting him a fresh set of clothes. "His leaking hole will stain whatever you put on him. May I suggest put a butt plug for the time being?" Mike said, not wanting to spend too much time washing the kid's clothes tonight. "Sure. Hurry up though. I'm not about to waste more time than necessary before his parents come back Monday morning." Brad said, finishing getting dressed. "M-Monday? His parents told me they'd be back Sunday afternoon?" Chase said, handing Mike one of the larger butt plugs he had packed to use on Noah. "Yeah, well, I convinced my brother to take an extra day off with his wife." "Will... will they be paying me for the extra time?" "Is getting to fuck my nephew not enough for you, you fucking slut? Want more money, too?" Chase looked nervous and regretted asking the question, but Brad chuckled a moment later. "I'll pay you for an extra day, you greedy bitch. I'm in a good mood and I guess you are the reason this is all happening. But you'll be giving up even more of your body to me this weekend, you hear?" Chase nodded. "Y-Yes, sir... Thank you, sir." Meanwhile, Noah was whining as Mike got the butt plug positioned inside him. "There we go. Now all that cum we've all deposited in you will stay up there and make you stronger. Sound good?" Mike said, watching Noah's concerned expression turn at least somewhat positive at the idea. Helping get Noah dressed, Brad scooped his little nephew up in his arms then looked to Mike and Chase before saying, "I want you guys to get his room tidied up a bit, and pack up anything that belongs to you, as well as Noah's dirty clothes and anything that got cum on it. Meet me outside in ten minutes. TEN minutes. A minute later, and you guys just blew the biggest opportunity of your damn lives. Here's the door key." Mike reached out for the key, a confused look on his face as Brad turned to walk away. "W-Where are we going?" Chase asked, the idea of the cop turning them in crossing his mind. If they got in his car, that'd be it. Brad huffed, turning back around with Noah resting and sucking his thumb in his arms. "To my place, of course. I told my brother you had a family emergency and needed to go home, and that I'd watch Noah here until Monday for them. Got a buddy who is going to meet us there later. No one can hear you scream out there. Now, hurry the fuck up! NINE minutes." Mike and Chase exchanged an ecstatic look as Brad grinned at them before leaving, then they rushed to get dressed, packed, and gather Noah's dirty laundry in record time. Chase had already bolted out of the room taking his things, and before Mike left the room with the laundry, he heard Brad's phone was ringing again, the man having forgotten it on Noah's dresser. Picking it up, Mike saw the name Dan Parker on screen before it went to voice mail. And right after closing and locking the front door behind him, Mike saw a text message pop up on Brad's phone from Dan, reading, "I'll be over at your place in an hour." ******************** AFTERWORD: Hope everyone who have read this far are enjoying it! Reach out with comments and feedback if you have time. Thanks!