Date: Wed, 03 Feb 2021 15:51:33 +0000
From: Matt <usakid21@protonmail.com>
Subject: Raising a special boy -- part 5

***** As a reminder, this is entirely fantasy, a work of fiction. No one
should ever do any of these things in real life. You should not read this
story if it is illegal for you to do so. *****

Raising a special boy -- part 5

Mikey's alarm clock woke him at 5:00AM like usual, given all the morning
responsibilities an 11 year-old special boy like him already had. He
tiptoed to the bathroom, given that Kevin was aggressive and angry even
when he was woken up in the proper way. He brushed his teeth, used the
toilet, and spent a good amount of time with his special shower hose
cleaning himself out, making sure he was perfectly spotless as expected.
He checked himself in the full-length mirror and was happy to see all the
things his dad and Kevin -- and now, it seemed, the boys at school too --
were always saying they liked about him: his soft, smooth skin, his
innocent baby face, his big jiggly boobs, his round white butt, and his
barely-visible little nipple between his legs. Turning around and
spreading his butt cheeks, he saw what Kevin had started calling his
"cunt" as often as he called it his "pussy", depending on his mood, and
he felt reassured and content that he had something to offer real boys
and men, that he was a good and useful special boy, as his dad had always
told him he should aspire to be.

Mikey walked silently downstairs to prepare breakfast for his dad and
brother, his perky boy tits bouncing all the way. Tom had recently
pointed out to him, causing Kevin to cackle with laughter, that normal
boys, even toddlers, have cocks that bounce and flop around when they
walk, but Mikey's little nipple barely vibrated, in contrast to his big
milky boobs. Kevin made him do jumping jacks right there in the living
room, and he and Tom practically rolled on the floor with laughter seeing
the little kid's tits and chubby butt bounce around but absolutely no
motion at all between his legs. In contrast, Kevin stood there doing a
"helicopter" with his low-hanging teenage dick and balls, earning a
high-five from his dad. Tom remarked, for the thousandth time, that Mikey
really had the perfect body for a special boy.

Before heading back upstairs, Mikey shoved a few fingerfuls of lube
inside his pussy from the bottle he kept in the kitchen. At 6:00AM he
quietly entered his dad's bedroom, his heart racing like always. It had
been a warm night, and Tom had kicked the sheets off in his sleep, so
Mikey didn't need to crawl under them today -- he was already
face-to-face with his muscular, hairy father's huge morning erection.
Inhaling his sleeping father's powerful manly scent, the 11 year-old
sissy climbed up and got between his legs and put the big hard cock head
into his soft, warm, wet mouth, gently massaging it with his tongue in
the way his dad liked to be woken up. Starting to wake, Tom took his
right hand (the size of the kid's whole face) and pushed down on his
younger son's head, which Mikey knew meant his dad wanted his cock
sucked. The eager little cockslut didn't need more than that -- he opened
his kiddy throat and swallowed all 8" of his daddy, his button nose
pressed into the smelly pubes. Working his lips and throat as Tom had
taught him, Mikey throatfucked himself, gagging and choking, but since he
felt his dad's hand keeping the pressure on the back of his head, he knew
he had to keep going even as he struggled to catch his breath. "Such a
great cocksucker.....," Tom mumbled, now more fully awake, and forcefully
pushing his kid's head all the way back down on his cock. "That's it.....
Choke on my big daddy dick, Mikey. Remember what I said, that lots of men
love to hear that kind of gagging. What a great special boy you are,
you're gonna make so many boys and men so happy all the time." Mikey's
eyes were watering, and he looked to make eye contact with his dad,
hoping he'd let him have a chance to breathe, but Tom had grabbed his
head with both hands now and just kept slamming his cock over and over
down the kid's throat, spit flying everywhere, gagging and choking sounds
echoing around the room. Mikey knew he had no choice but to keep going.
As his dad had explained so many times about special boys: what they want
doesn't matter in any way; the absolute only thing that matters is
whether the man is enjoying himself.

Finally, when the poor little faggot was almost starting to black out,
his dad let go of his head and pulled his face off his throbbing dick.
Holding his son's spit-covered, sweaty red face in his hand, squeezing
his chubby cheeks and looking directly into his teary, bloodshot eyes,
Tom smiled and said, "You're getting good at that, sweetheart, what a
great little cocksucker you're becoming. Now kneel on the edge of the bed
and spread yourself open, ok?" Still desperately trying to catch his
breath, Mikey quickly wiped his dripping nose and hurried himself into
the position his dad wanted, motivated by the praise he'd received and
excited for the chance to please his father even more, he hoped.

Tom stood up, yawned and stretched, and couldn't help chuckling, even
though it was a sight he'd seen practically every day now for the past
couple years -- his smooth, pudgy little boy, face down on his knees,
little fingers spreading apart his kiddy butt, showing off in the
early-morning sunlight what had become a very well-used pussy. Fuck, Tom
thought to himself, look at that, Kevin's right, it's really become a
cunt.... look at the permanent puffy lips it has already.... Jesus, the
kid'll have a rosebud by the time he turns 12..... and damn, there's
simply no cock or balls at all down there.....

Tom grabbed the base of his huge, rock hard dick, which was still covered
in Mikey's throat slime, and in one fast thrust bottomed out deep in his
sissy son's cunt, making him squeal in pain and surprise. When he'd first
started fucking Mikey, about a week after he'd guided Kevin doing it,
because the kid just wouldn't stop constantly begging him, Tom had gone
slowly and gently, making sure the 9 year-old was comfortable, letting
him dictate the pace and pulling out from time to time, like he did with
his dildos. After a month or so of that, a day came when Tom was fucking
him and was just on the verge of cumming when Mikey pulled away and said
he needed a break, and Tom grabbed the kid's hips so quickly and so
forcefully that little Mikey got really scared. "Don't. You. Ever. Pull.
Away. Without. Permission," Tom said, loudly and authoritatively, his hot
breath right in the kid's ear, his morning stubble scratching his son's
smooth white cheek as he slammed his dick in hard with each word of the
sentence.

"Y, y, yes daddy, I, I, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Mikey had whimpered, tears
welling up in his eyes in a combination of the painful fucking and the
shame of disappointing his father when doing the one thing that ever made
him happy with him. Despite the pain, he tightened his pussy like his dad
had been teaching him, and a few seconds later he felt the familiar,
wonderful warm feeling of being flooded with cum. He kept himself tight
until he felt his dad pull out, and then he quickly turned around and
licked him completely clean, savoring the most wonderful taste and smell
in the world and hoping that despite his mistake he still had given Daddy
some enjoyment like he deserved.

Tom looked down at the sweet little boy eagerly tonguing the shaft of his
softening dick, searching for the last remaining drops of his cum, and he
pushed him gently away, staring straight into his puffy red eyes. "Mikey,
it's my fault, I'm the one who's let you down. It's one thing to have
been telling you with words, but a special boy needs to learn from
experience what it means to truly never reject what a man or boy wants
from him. Being so close to cumming like I was just then, some other man
or boy might've punched you or kicked you to the ground or something, and
he would've been completely right to do that. Any time that a man or boy
is using you in some way, you need to remember how lucky you are that
he's even aware of your existence, let alone letting you try to please or
entertain him somehow. It should simply never enter your mind that you
could possibly have a right to express your own feelings about anything."

Fortunately, Tom thought, Mikey was a quick and obedient student, and
while he sometimes did a lot of whimpering, and some screaming and
crying, it was clear that he was learning more and more about himself and
his role in the world, which reassured Tom that he was providing the
necessary education a good father of a special boy should provide. So
this morning, Mikey might have squealed loudly from the quick and brutal
first thrust of his daddy's cock balls deep in his kiddy pussy, feeling
it all the way up in the middle of his chest between his soft bouncing
tits, but he accepted it fully and gratefully: he had learned that a boy
or man had the right to use him however he wanted, and he was to accept
it no matter what.

Tom looked at the clock. 6:30 already. Realizing he'd taken too much time
with the kid's throat, he swept Mikey's arms out from under him, and the
kid's chest and face hit the bed. Holding both of the kid's skinny wrists
in his right hand, resting against the spot above his butt crack where
Tom imagined a sissy heart or flower tattoo would surely go someday, he
pounded Mikey's pussy like a jackhammer, relentlessly -- he laughed a
little to himself that at least he was getting his cardio in this
morning. Mikey felt his dad's huge hanging balls slapping up against him,
and he desperately tried to focus on the thought of his dad enjoying
himself, yet he couldn't help whimpering, "Oww! Oww! Oww! Aaah!" and he
could feel tears start to well up in his eyes as his 11 year-old guts
were being smashed so intensely. "Oh Mikey.... that's such a nice tight
pussy, damn sweetheart, what a great hole you have, oh fuck fuck fuck
UGHHHH," Tom grunted, shooting his first load of the day way up in the
little kid's belly.

Relaxing his pussy slowly, as he had learned, and waiting dutifully for
his daddy to pull his enormous wet cock out of him, Mikey's heart was
racing, his face flushed, full of the wonderful sensation he always had
when he'd made his father cum -- all was right in his world. He only
awoke from his trance when he felt his dad's big cum-covered index finger
push itself into his mouth. "Here you go kiddo, isn't that tasty? Never
want to let a man's cum just drip down your thigh, do you?" Mikey fell
back into his trance, savoring the taste and the feeling of his dad in
his mouth again, even if was only his finger. But he had only a few
seconds before he felt a hard smack on his butt, and he raced into his
dad's bathroom to shower and dry him, as he did every morning.

Leaving his father to get dressed -- in the clothes that he had happily
washed and ironed for him -- Mikey bounced down the hall and quietly
opened the door to the bedroom he shared with his brother Kevin, hit in
the face as always by the scent of the 16 year-old's sweat, dirty
football gear, cum, and exploding testosterone. Surprised to see him
already awake and sitting on the edge of his bed -- normally Mikey woke
him in the same way he woke his father, crawling under the blanket to put
his cock in his warm mouth -- Mikey gave a startled jump, which made
Kevin laugh, "Wow, Mikey, you got an awesome set of bouncy tits there."
Mikey instinctively held them up in his hands and replied happily, while
jiggling them around, "Thanks, Kevin! I'm really happy you like them!"

"Well, what're you waiting for? Let's go, sit on my lap," Kevin said,
leaning back on his elbows and motioning to the throbbing morning boner
sticking up between his muscular teen legs. Mikey quickly ran over and
gave it a thick coating of saliva before turning his back to his brother,
positioning the rock hard 6 1/2" cock up against his tender still-wet
pussy lips, and sitting down slowly, wincing a little, given that he was
still recovering from the drilling he'd just had from his dad. Kevin
noticed. "So dad pounded you pretty good, huh?" he chuckled, pulling
Mikey's hips all the way down quickly, causing the kid to yelp. "Yeah,
damn, you're so wet inside, he must've had a huge load for you this
morning Mikey," Kevin continued, now using his tiny little brother as a
human fleshlight, bouncing him up and down on his dick, faster and
faster. "Now don't stop bouncing, Mikey," Kevin said, as he took his
hands away from his hips to grab hold of the kid's jiggling boobs,
squeezing them and feeling his cock expand even further deep inside his
baby brother. "Squeeze your pussy, come on, tighter," Kevin said, and
Mikey concentrated hard, sensing his brother's cock swelling and his grip
tightening, and realizing that his special spot inside was also feeling
warm and tingly. Before he knew it, Mikey's body started trembling and
tightening and Kevin shouted, "Fuck yeah! Special boy joy! Fuck yeah
squeeze my dick Mikey!" Mikey's sissygasm made his pussy contract over
and over again, causing Kevin to shoot such a huge morning load that it
came spurting out, the telltale squelching sound around the base of his
thick cock. As Kevin came down from the feeling, he laughed, "Fuck,
Mikey. There's nothing like your special boy joy. The way your pussy does
its thing, holy shit, I love it so much."

Mikey barely heard him, having collapsed onto the ground when his brother
had stood up, catching his breath and overwhelmed by everything that had
happened on, to be honest, this rather normal weekday morning for him. He
was brought back to himself when he sensed Kevin standing over him and
felt his huge foot kicking him. He jumped up, apologized to his brother,
and ran into the bathroom to start the shower for him. After washing him,
Mikey quickly washed himself before getting out and drying his brother,
who left to go get dressed and joined his dad downstairs for the
breakfast Mikey had left for them. Mikey raced to make himself
presentable again, putting the special anti-swelling cream his dad had
got him on his tender pussy lips, before throwing on some shorts and a
t-shirt. (He never wore underwear -- Tom always said it was pointless for
him to waste money buying underwear for someone who had nothing at all
between his legs to hold in place, and anyway, he had no sweat or smell
there either, so it's not like wearing underwear would have helped keep
his shorts and pants more clean. "Special boys don't need underwear," Tom
always said, and that was the end of the story.) After cleaning up the
dirty breakfast dishes Tom and Kevin had left, he ran outside to catch
the school bus.

School was uneventful that day for Mikey, except for lunchtime, when that
boy Charlie stopped him in the cafeteria. "Hey little faggot," he said,
casually in his already-teenage voice, as a couple of friends standing
with him laughed. Mikey smiled widely, loving the attention from this
confident, popular boy, who Mikey noticed just happened at that moment to
be "adjusting" the heavy cock and balls between his legs. "Hi Charlie!"
he squeaked, happily. Charlie smiled and his friends laughed again.
Taking Mikey's chubby tits in his hands and squeezing -- causing Mikey's
butterflies to start going crazy inside -- he said, "Gym class tomorrow,
right? Ready to show off that little nipple between your legs again? Give
us all a little peek at your pussy too?" Mikey's face went red and hot,
and, overwhelmed that this boy was even talking to him at all, let alone
interested in his pussy, he mumbled, "Sure, Charlie, yes of course!"
Charlie grinned, bounced Mikey's tits up and down one last time, and
walked off.

Mikey found it hard to concentrate for the rest of his classes that
afternoon, and he was still in a daze when he walked in the front door,
not even noticing that it had been unlocked already and that a van from
the plumbing company was in the driveway. Standing in the entrance hall,
he took off all his clothes, like always, folded them neatly, and walked
upstairs to his room, daydreaming of the way Charlie looked at him and
touched him as he headed directly for the bottom drawer of his dresser.
Squirting some lube on one of his favorite dildos -- a flesh-colored
realistic-cock one that bore a remarkable resemblance to his dad's cock
-- he laid down on his side on the floor, pulled his knees to his chest,
and carefully started to slide it inside, still a bit sore from the
morning, but desperate for something in his pussy again. The little kid
closed his eyes and felt the wave of pleasure come over him, pushing the
toy cock in and out, in and out, giving his sissy hole what it always so
badly wanted. Realizing his mouth and throat felt empty, Mikey took
another one of his dildos, the 8" black one, and started kissing it and
loving it before pushing it deep down inside him, finally feeling happy
being plugged in both ends. He was so lost in his special boy feelings
that he didn't hear the man downstairs calling, "Someone is here? Hello?"

Hearing moaning and gagging noises, Dmitry the plumber wandered upstairs.
At 6'4" and 260lbs, it wasn't a surprise to anyone when they found out
he'd once been on the Russian national wrestling squad -- even though
he'd become a fall-down drunk and gotten pretty fat, he still looked like
someone who could snap you in two just by looking at you. Already having
had quite a bit of vodka during the few hours he'd been working down in
the basement, he lumbered unsteadily down the hallway and stopped in his
tracks in the doorway to the boys' bedroom. Stunned, he looked down and
saw, laying naked on the floor moaning and writhing, what he thought was
a chubby 8 or 9 year-old girl -- given how short she was, how perfectly
smooth and soft, and from what he could tell from a few paces away, no
penis moving around between her legs. He stood and watched as she pumped
her dildos, whimpering in pleasure, and he felt his fat Russian cock
immediately harden, the huge thing becoming even more visible in his
dirty, thin gray sweatpants than it already always was.

Sensing someone standing above him, Mikey assumed his daddy was home
early and, still with his eyes closed, took the black dildo out of his
kiddy mouth just long enough to mumble a high-pitched "Hi Daddy." Dmitry
smiled to himself: so, daddy's been having fun with this little slut....
He coughed loudly, and Mikey opened his eyes, shocked to see the monster
of a man standing in his doorway. Pulling the dildo out of his pussy with
a "pop" and standing up, Dmitry realized that this wasn't a girl, but
clearly just a perfectly smooth sissy boy, with just the slightest hint
of a bump between his legs.

"H-h-hello," Mikey stammered, shifting his weight nervously back and
forth, as this enormous dirty, sweaty man stared at every inch of his
little naked body. "I'm Mikey, who are you?"

Dmitry noticed that the boy wasn't looking at his eyes when he spoke, but
hadn't once taken his eyes off his crotch, where his thin sweatpants did
absolutely nothing to hide his enormous erection -- and now had a wet
spot where the first drops of precum had appeared. Walking into the room,
he said, "Hello Mikey. I'm plumber. Dmitry." He walked in a circle around
the naked kid, his throbbing dick leaking more precum as he saw the tiny,
white body up close, the total absence of any hair, the big round tits,
and a wet trail of lube and pussy juice trickling down a chubby thigh.
"You are faggot, yes? You like cocksuck and get fuck."

"Y-y-y-yes," Mikey whispered nervously and excitedly, Dmitry's massive
body positively towering over him, the kid's eyes just above his belly
button. Dmitry reached out and took Mikey's head in his huge right hand,
pushed him down to his knees, and guided his face to his crotch, rubbing
himself roughly, marking the boy with his scent. With his left hand, he
pulled down his pants, and Mikey was completely transfixed by the cock
that wasn't as long as his dad's but was definitely thicker -- it looked
like one of Kevin's baseball bats.... And it was uncircumcised, which
he'd never seen before except in the videos his dad showed him, so that
he would know what that was.

With his left hand, Dmitry grabbed the base of his thick Russian cock and
pushed it against little Mikey's lips, which opened gratefully. Mikey was
excited by the different smell and feel of this new cock, and he wanted
to lick it and feel it gently in his mouth, but Dmitry, having seen the
way the kid had been throating that huge black dildo, had other ideas. As
soon as the boy's lips parted, he pushed his thick cock all the way in
and down his throat, causing Mikey to gag and choke in surprise, but the
plumber held his head tightly, not letting him pull back. Mikey started
to writhe and push his hands against Dmitry's tree-trunk thighs,
desperate to breathe, and finally Dmitry relented. Heartbeat racing,
Mikey gasped for air for a few seconds, and then he felt the powerful
hand pushing his face back down onto the huge wet dick. Dmitry pumped the
little head faster and faster, clearly enjoying the loud gagging and
choking sounds the little sissy was making, drool and spit-up quickly
covering his sweet face.

Mikey was too short for his mouth to reach Dmitry's cock while on his
knees, so the kid had been crouching, trying to keep himself in a good
position, but he kept losing his balance, and the Russian started to get
annoyed. Without warning, and in one easy movement for the former
wrestler, Dmitry lifted little Mikey off the ground and held him upside
down with one arm, pushing the kid's face back onto his dick. His little
legs were flailing before coming to rest on each of Dmitry's muscular
shoulders. The cock now at a better angle down his throat, like when his
dad and brother sometimes did that to him with his head hanging backwards
off the edge of the bed, Mikey worked as hard as he could to use his
mouth and throat to please this man, despite the fact that the lack of
oxygen, now combined with the blood rushing to his head from being held
upside down, made him feel very queasy.

A couple minutes into this acrobatic throatfucking, Dmitry developed an
angry look on his face. Yanking Mikey upright and tossing him to the
ground, he shouted, "WHY the little faggot dick get hard and poke me in
chest?! Faggot stay soft. No hard. No!" Dmitry kicked off his shoes,
stepped clumsily out of his pants, and walked over to sit down on Mikey's
bed, looking down at the stunned and scared little boy struggling to
catch his breath and wiping huge amounts of throat slime from his nose,
eyes, and forehead. "Stand up. Come here. Spread legs." Dmitry said,
sternly. Mikey obeyed quickly. Dmitry reached out and touched his
fingertip to the tiniest little erection -- in fact, Mikey's hard nipple
was barely longer than Dmitry's fingertip joint, something Tom and Kevin
had always laughed at when comparing it with their own fingers. Dmitry
poked it, causing Mikey to flinch, and then he smacked it with full force
with his whole hand, "SMACK!" Mikey screamed in pain and bent over, but
Dmitry grabbed him and pulled him back, holding the kid firmly and
smacking the little thing again, like he was smashing an annoying bug.
"BAD!" <smack> "BAD!" <smack> "NO!" <smack> Mikey was sobbing loudly,
tears streaming down his red face, the physical pain compounding the
horrible feeling of disappointing this man he was supposed to be
pleasing, desperately willing his little nipple to get soft again.
Finally it did, and Dmitry seemed satisfied, telling Mikey, "Put wet on
my cock. I fuck pussy now."

Relieved, not only because it meant he had another chance to give this
man some pleasure, but also because he knew his nipple wouldn't get hard
while he was being fucked, Mikey knelt down between Dmitry's legs (each
of which seemed as big as his whole body) and tried to bring up as much
saliva as he could, caressing the thick uncut cock with his mouth,
keeping eye contact with the man as his dad had taught him. Dmitry
reached down, put his huge hands under the kid's armpits, and lifted him
effortlessly up into his lap, and thankfully Mikey had had enough
practice to know to hold the man's cock in place while he was being
lowered down onto it. Apparently satisfied, Dmitry kept hold of the sissy
and bounced him up and down, faster and faster, smiling broadly when he
saw how Mikey's fat tits started bouncing all around, taking one hand and
squeezing each of them, causing Mikey to squeal in pleasure -- but
luckily, he realized, his nipple stayed soft and totally hidden. He
surely didn't want to go through that smacking session again.

Dmitry slammed little Mikey down harder and harder on his thick cock, and
the little kid shrieked in pain, only making the Russian smile even more
broadly and mutter, "Baby faggot gets fucked. Baby faggot gets fucked."
After what seemed to Mikey like hours, Dmitry lifted him abruptly upwards
and tossed him on the ground again -- and Mikey quickly, and nervously,
crawled between his legs and started sucking, hoping desperately this was
what the man wanted now, or that at least it would please him enough to
distract him from whatever he might have done wrong. Dmitry pushed him
off his cock and pointed his cock directly at Mikey's eye, poking him in
the eye with it, saying, "I like cum in faggot eye. Faggot make me cum in
eye." And he grabbed Mikey's little right hand and put it on his huge fat
cock, indicating he should start jerking him off.

Mikey's first reaction was confusion and uncertainty, but immediately he
heard his dad's voice in his head, reminding him that the entire purpose
of a special boy is complete and total devotion to the man who's using
him, and that he shouldn't feel anything but wholehearted gratitude to
any boy or man he has the privilege to be with. So the little kid, whose
hand barely fit halfway around the girth of the Russian wrestler's cock,
started massaging it, back and forth, remembering what his dad had taught
him about being extra careful around the head of an uncut one. Dmitry
seemed happy, his breathing getting faster and cock getting harder. He
took Mikey's left hand and said, "Hold eye open. Use hand." Mikey got
into position, holding his left eye open as wide as it would go, aiming
the big cock directly at it, jerking it furiously. Dmitry's muscles
tightened, he grunted, and, staring menacingly down at Mikey, a flood of
hot cum came shooting out in four, five, six enormous spurts, flooding
the schoolboy's eye, and covering the rest of his shiny little face.

Mikey went to rub his eye, and before he could, Dmitry gave him a
powerful slap across the face, making the kid yell out in pain. "NO!
Faggot! Cum stays in eye! Look here now." And Dmitry pulled his phone
from his pants pocket and snapped a pic, turning the phone around to show
the kid, pointing at the pic of the completely destroyed little boy,
saying, laughing loudly, "This is faggot. This is faggot." His eye
burning, but feeling comforted by the man's laughter and clear enjoyment
of the situation, Mikey smiled up and him and said softly, "Thank you,"
as he gently licked the cum from the end of Dmitry's softening cock and
from his own fingers. Dmitry laughed again, stood up, yawned and
stretched, saying, "Bring pants. Bring shoes." Struggling to see anything
at all through his painful, cum-glazed eye, Mikey did the best he could
to crawl over and place the man's pants on the ground so he could step
into them, like he did sometimes for his dad and brother when they let
him help them get dressed. He pulled up the pants, kissing Dmitry's
heaving hanging cock and balls respectfully, another thing his dad had
taught him, and tied them at his waist. He held Dmitry's heavy workboots
in place and kissed them before tying the laces. Dmitry tapped him on the
head approvingly, and Mikey's heart raced with happiness as the man
walked out of the room, down the stairs, and out the door to drive away.

Mikey felt overwhelmed, sitting on the floor of his room, and he couldn't
wait to tell his dad about how he did a good job as a special boy, how he
made a man feel good, like he was supposed to. After laying there for a
few minutes in a trance, sucking on his fingers, which still tasted of
the plumber, he heard the front door open and slam closed, and the
familiar noise of his brother Kevin dropping his backpack and heading
upstairs. Walking into his bedroom, still sweaty from football practice,
Kevin froze at the sight of his baby brother -- red, sweaty, completely
destroyed, eyes inflamed and crusted shut with cum. He burst out
laughing, "What the fuck happened to you, Mikey?!"

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