Date: Sun, 19 Jul 2020 18:47:37 +0000 (UTC)
From: Boy Daddy <badgod69@yahoo.com>
Subject: BOY DADDY Chapter 23

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BOY DADDY, Part 23

Waiting for the roofie I had dissolved in Danny's beer to take effect, I
checked out the rest of the house to see how the party was progressing.

It was still early in the evening, around 10 pm, but the noise level was
already deafening.  Music blared from all directions, porn vids were
playing on the TV providing a constant soundtrack of sex, and kids were
shrieking and laughing and shouting in every room.

I was ready for more Molly, so I dosed myself again and waited for it to
kick in and make me crazy-horny.  I timed it so it'd hit a little before
the roofie would bring Danny down.

I could barely wait to fuck his little 13-year old ass, whether he be
conscious or otherwise.  I would have preferred him to be wide awake and an
active participant, but I had a deep letch to `date rape' him, mostly to
indulge my inherent dominance, but also to show him and his buddies who was
Boss.

Searching for Sam, I went from humid room to room, but it was nearly
impossible to make my way through the sweaty crowds.

At last I found him cavorting with four girls of varying ages, none of them
over 14.  They were on the floor between the wall and the side of our bed,
rather than on it.  I could only imagine why.

Sam was screwing the youngest looking of the girls, a little blond thing
who couldn't have been over 10 or 11.  She was clearly very drunk and
having a hard time handling the deep fuck Sam was giving her, but gamely
let him pummel her pussy like a good whore.

The oldest bitch stood with her feet planted on either side of the girl
getting fucked, her back turned to Sam.

She was bent over with her hands clasping her ankles, booty directly in
front of Sam's face.  While he fucked the bitch beneath him, he ate out the
cunt of the other.

Seated next to him on either side, two more little bitches took turns
making out with him when he took a cunt-eating break.  His hands were all
over their budding titties, and he made the young sluts squeal like cats in
heat when he'd twist their swollen nipples.

All of them were whining and moaning, Sam's deeper voice giving commands
and occasional compliments, just to keep them focused and energized.

I wanted to talk to him about what I was planning on doing to Danny, and to
invite him to join me.

Two couples were already stretched out on our bed having noisy sex, and
more rutting duos were scattered across the floor.

With nowhere else to sit, I draped myself over the end of the bed, moving
four sets of sweaty, entangled legs out of my way.

"Bro, I gotta talk to you," I said, interrupting his fun.

It took him a second to realize I was there and had spoken to him.  When he
did, he immediately pushed the bitches at his sides away from him and
slapped the ass of the girl whose pussy he was eating, pulled out of the
bitch he'd been fucking, and then told them all to get out.

As they started to move out, one of the little bitches whined at Sam.

"You promised you'd fuck me next," she complained.  "You said you would."

"Yeah, yeah," Sam replied, motioning them away.  "I didn't forget, I'll
come find you in a sec."

"That's what you said last time!" she continued.  "You promised you would!"

Sam was not the most patient boy, and when he was drunk, he was even less
so.

"Get the fuck away from me, ho!" he barked at her.  "Fuck off, bitches!"

The tone of voice he used scattered them quickly and we were left alone to
talk.  I sat on the floor next to him.  He smelled good, like sex funk.

"What's up, dude?" he asked me, pinching my nipple hard and grinning like a
drunken sailor.

"I'm doin' great, bro, fuckin' wasted," I answered, fondling his slimy dick
and cupping his hairy balls in my hot hand.

"You gettin' some good ass?" he slurred at me.

"'Bout to," I answered, snickering over my plan.  Sam was referring to
fucking pussy, so I clarified.  "Good virgin boy ass."

Sam laughed.  "Whose?"

"Some kid named Danny, he's Nick's age, says he knows him, knows who you
are," I said.

Sam frowned.  "What's he look like?"

"Not very cute, beady eyes, narrow face.  Shorter than Nick, dark hair,
braces.  But horny as fuck.  Cocky, defiant, eager.  He's got a group of
boys surrounding him, like a little gang.  Cute as hell."

Sam smiled, but shook his head.

"Doesn't sound familiar.  I don't think I know him.  Maybe I'll recognize
him when I see him.  He knows Nick, though?"

"Yeah, from baseball," I said.  "I gotta find Nick and ask him about this
kid, why he --"

"Wait, you don't mean WATKINS, do you?  Danny WATKINS, that little prick?"

I shrugged.  No idea who he was talking about.

Sam laughed.

"Dude, if that's who you're talkin' about..."

He closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Danny Watkins is a fuckin' little punk.  He's a total thief, steals shit
all the time.  His brother's even worse!" he said.  "He's gonna let you
fuck him?!"

Sam's laughter was infectious.  I couldn't help but join in.

"Well, he doesn't have any say in it.  I roofied him and now I'm just
waiting for it to hit."

Sam squealed with glee.

"Ohhh, hell yes, you ROOFIED him??  That's awesome, dude, serves the little
prick right!"

Sam's reactions were making me even more excited about what was coming.

"You wanna join in?" I asked, knowing how much fun we'd goad each other
into having at Danny's expense.

"Fuck yeah!" he yelled, drunkenly rising from the floor where he still
lolled.  "His brother stole a bunch of my shit a while back, so this'll
sorta be payback."

I helped him up and we started to plow our way back to the living room to
see if Danny was ready yet.

There were so many naked kids writhing and cavorting in all sorts of sexual
acts and couplings that it made me giddy.  Trying to maneuver our way
through them was like walking through one of the Circles of Hell where the
damned are forever entangled in the things that consumed them in life.

We spotted Nick among a crowd of kids in the other bedroom.  He stood in
the center of a group, busily talking and writing something down in a tiny
notepad he held.  It looked like he was taking orders or making notes,
conducting some sort of business, right in the middle of an orgy.  The
image was so incongruous that we had to laugh.

"Jesus, he never lets up," Sam chuckled.

"What the hell's he doing?" I asked.

"Recruiting, dude!  He's asking around if anybody has little brothers
they'd be interested in `renting' out for cash.  He's pimping for Beast,
bro," he answered.

"Is he getting results?" I asked, highly interested in what Nick was
attempting.

"Hell yeah, at least three or four, so far."

"Damn," I replied.  "He's gonna be a tycoon before he's 18!"

"Yeah, if he doesn't end up in prison first.  Nick's pretty awesome," Sam
agreed.

I wanted to plunge into the crowd and grab Nick so I could pump him for
info on Danny.  But it was too much work getting to him, so I figured I'd
ask him later.  I was too preoccupied with getting started on Danny to take
the time.

I nudged Sam to keep moving, and as soon as we entered the living room
three of the Wolf Pack boys came barreling over to us.

"Dude!  Something's wrong with Danny, he's acting really weird!" one of
them said.

I looked over to where they kept glancing, and sure enough Danny looked to
be fading in and out of consciousness.  He was slumped on the sofa between
two boys who were trying to talk to him.  They looked scared.

Sam snorted and laughed, bewildering the three kids surrounding us.

"Nah, he's OK.  When did he start acting weird?" I asked them.

They looked at each other and shrugged.

"Maybe, like, 10 minutes ago?" one replied.

"Uh huh," I nodded.  "Come on," I said, motioning them to follow me to
where Danny sat.  Sam was at my side, quietly snickering.

When we got up to them, Danny's attendants looked at me helplessly, their
frightened eyes begging for reassurance.

"Don't worry, he's fine," I said to them without preamble, "He got
roofied."

The Wolf Pack stared at me uncomprehendingly.

Finally, one of them said, "Who roofied him?"

"I did," I answered, staring back at them.

A couple of the boys began a low, mirthless laugh.  The others smiled and
shot each other a furtive glance.

"Why?" asked Stan.

"Date rape!" yet another boy barked out.  They all laughed.

"Damn straight he's gonna get date raped!" I confirmed.  "Wanna watch?"

Before they could say a word, Sam started herding them towards the kitchen.

"Yeah, come and watch, dudes!  It'll be hella fun!" he said to them.

As they began moving to the kitchen, Sam turned to me and said, "Shed,"
letting me know that was where he was leading them.

The shed was our place of choice when we were up to something fun and
twisted and wanted some uninterrupted privacy from prying eyes.

I hauled Danny off the sofa and then picked him up and carried him under
one arm like a bundle of firewood.  He weighed next to nothing.

He wasn't completely passed out, just extremely sedated and malleable.  I
knew he could hear me and see what was going on, but incapable of
physically resisting.  Most importantly, I knew that he'd likely remember
next to nothing of whatever happened from this point forward.  My cock
throbbed in time with my heartbeat.

When I brought him into the shed, Sam and the boys were crowded around the
mattress.  There were too many of us in the shed to be comfortable, but
I've always liked having a crowd watch me fuck, anyway, so the
over-crowding only added to my Molly-fueled lust.

I dumped Danny on the mattress and stood back to view him in all his raw,
incapacitated vulnerability.

He lay on his back, arms and legs spread wide.  His head lolled from side
to side every so often, and he was breathing through his mouth, slowly but
regularly.

I got on the mattress with him and straddled his chest, whacking his face
hard with my rigid, drooling cock.  Snail tracks of glistening pre-cum
crossed his face in seconds, and as they appeared, the watching boys
snickered.

"Open your mouth, Danny.  You wanna suck this big ol' fuckin' dick,
don'cha?  Open wide, boy," I said softly to him.  "Smells good, don't it?
Tastes even better, you'll see."

He was looking at me, eyes clouded and vague.  After a few seconds delay,
he slowly opened his pretty mouth and I slid my cock right in.

His mouth was wet and very warm, hot breath beating against the sensitive
flesh of my shaft, and I groaned with delight.  He looked so good with my
dick in his mouth, so degradingly right.

Holding his head up by his hair, I started to slowly fuck his face and
motioned the boys closer.  They craned their skinny necks and murmured as I
fucked a little harder and faster, making him repeatedly gag and splutter.

"He looks good suckin' dick, huh?" I said to them.

They snickered, but no one answered directly.  Yet from the expressions on
their faces, I knew they were enjoying the spectacle.

I climbed off Danny and said, "Wanna make him suck you off?  He'll never
know, dudes!"

I raised my eyebrows and laughed at their bashfulness.

"Go for it, guys!  `Always take advantage of the situation', right?" I
reminded them.

The cute kid named Stan stepped forward and rubbed his stiffy on Danny's
cheek and lips before sliding into his buddy's slack mouth.

"Ohhh, wowww..." he whispered as he bucked his little hips back and forth.
"This feels AWESOME!"

"Did you ever think he'd be sucking your dick?" I asked him, a laugh in my
throat.

Stan just smiled and shook his head, too entranced by the feeling and image
of his dick sliding in and out of his bully-buddy's mouth to answer in
words.

All I could hear was the mouth-breathing of the boys as they watched in
shock and fascination.

"He's gonna beat the crap outta you if he finds out!" one of the kids said
to Stan.

"Who's gonna tell him?  You?!" another boy countered.

A surge of solidarity raced through them.  Their faces hardened as their
wiry bodies slightly stiffened.

The boy who first spoke quickly backed down.

"Hell no, why would I tell him?  I don't wanna get my ass kicked!"

That seemed to immediately quell the tension, and they went back to
watching Stan's dick appear and disappear from Danny's head.

But from that moment on, I could feel their physical energy shift into
something more determined and rebellious, a sort of "we're in this
together" vibe.

My cock was achingly hard.

Just as I'd hoped, each boy took a turn stuffing his dick into Danny's
mouth and face-fucking him, until the next boy nudged him out of the way.

It was more symbolic than anything else, since Danny was incapable of
giving a real blow job.  The kids subconsciously knew this was more about
exerting dominance, maybe even exacting vengeance, than pleasure.

When they'd all taken their turns, I pulled Danny closer to me, so that his
ass was on the edge of the mattress as I held up his legs.  I looked at Sam
and motioned him onto the mattress behind Danny so he could hold the boy's
legs up for me while I used him.

I knelt in front of his exposed asshole and stroked it a few times as the
boys watched breathlessly.  When I worked a finger in, they gasped, as
though they were the ones being invaded.

I finger-fucked his tight hole for several seconds, and when I pulled it
out, I shoved it under the noses of the watching kids.

They flew backwards, laughing and squealing in horror, but when I sniffed
it myself they went silent, stunned by what they were seeing.

"Gross!" one of them sneered.

"It's not gross unless he had to poop before we started, and he obviously
didn't.  If your butthole's clean, it's not gross at all, in fact it smells
good and natural.  Right, Sam?"

I caught Sam off guard, and he shot me a look before drawling, "Yeah, real
good."

"Ewww!" they giggled as I leaned in and kissed Danny's puckered little
shithole.

I laughed with and at them.

"He's nice and clean," I said, leaning in again for another kiss, this time
a nice, long, wet one.

Danny moaned as I stuck my squirmy tongue inside his hole, lapping and
lightly nibbling on it for the kids' benefit.

As I worked on his ass, my face shiny with spit, I could hear the boys all
around me, their heavy breathing, their random grunts and sighs.  I wanted
to eat all their asses at once.

When I pulled my face away from his smooth cheeks, I let out a long and
contented "ahhh".  It made the kids chuckle.

"You guys ever been rimmed?" I asked casually.

"What is it?" one boy asked.

"What I was just doin', eating his ass out," I answered.

None of them had.

"Sam, why don't you rim these guys so they know how awesome it feels while
I work on Danny," I suggested.

Sam shrugged and got off the mattress, while I spread Danny's legs apart
and gorged myself on his sweet, little shitter.

I could hear action off to my side.

Glancing over, I saw Sam with a boy's ass in his face, noisily working over
the kid's hole.  The boy couldn't help squealing and giggling from the new
sensations.

"Dudes, it feels awesome," he laughed.  "It tickles at first but then it
feels good, hecka weird!"

The others muttered in response, clearly excited by what they were seeing,
hands feverishly diddling their developing dicks.

When I'd had my fill of eating ass, I climbed onto the mattress beside
Danny and glued my mouth to his, thrusting my ass-coated tongue inside it.

I wanted him to wake up with the taste of his ass in his mouth, the smell
of it on his breath.

Sam had another boy lean over and was just getting ready to start in on
him.

"You clean?" he perfunctorily asked the kid.

"I dunno, I guess," the boy answered, laughing.

Sam spread the kid's butt cheeks and gave it a once-over.

"You're good," he said to the boy, and dove down to rim his ass.

The boy, a tow-headed kid named Ethan, nearly jumped out of his skin from
the feel of Sam's tongue wriggling into his anus.  The other boys laughed
along with him until he got used to the sensations and surrendered to Sam's
talented mouth.

Turning my attention back to my drugged little buddy, I raised his skinny
arms and laid them above his head, allowing me to smell his skunky pits
before licking them and tasting his funk.  I didn't care whether the kids
were watching me, it no longer mattered.  All I knew was that I had my
prize and intended to wear it out.

Sitting up beside him now, I again straddled his chest, this time with my
back to him, and then pushed my hairy, sweaty ass up close to his face.

I lowered myself down until I could just feel his nose brush my hairy
shithole, then lightly ran it back and forth over it.

"Smell my ass, dude, fuck yeah, smell how good that is..." I mumbled.

I lowered myself a fraction more, now pushing myself against his nose and
face.

"Take a deep breath, dude, inhale that fuckin' sweet stink..."  The kids
were beginning to watch me; I could sense their enrapt gazes on us.

"Stick your tongue out, bro, lick it good!" I panted at Danny and waited
for him to respond.

Looking over my shoulder to see if what I'd said had registered in his
fucked-up brain, I could see him make the effort to extend his tongue.

"Good boy, stick it out farther, c'mon...yeah, that's it...now lick that
shithole like a little faggot," I went on.

Danny gagged or coughed or something under my ass, and the watching kids
gasped as his tongue disappeared up my hairy anus.

I lowered myself all the way down on his face and ground my sticky asshole
over it.  The other boys began to get restless.

"Does he ever treat you guys like shit, does he bully you?" I asked them
off-handedly, putting the suggestion into their impressionable heads.

They answered with a chorus of variations on "Hell yes!", followed by a few
very short stories about how Danny mistreated them.

"Hmmm," I replied, "I'd be looking for ways to get even, then, y'know?"

No one spoke bravely, but they all muttered imprecations against their
leader.

"Sometimes he's a real dick," little Stan said quietly.  "Once he punched
me in the eye for no reason.  God, that pissed me off..."

"I remember that," another boy said.

Lots of murmuring among them.

"He kinda scares me sometimes, to be honest," yet another said.

"Yeah, cuz you never know what he's gonna do if he's in a bad mood," from
another boy.

I sympathized with them, nodding at their stories, as I continued sliding
my sweaty ass all over Danny's face.

"That's pretty messed-up," I said.  "I'd be pissed off, too."

I let out a wet fart in Danny's mouth, snickering as it bubbled and
rumbled.

We all looked at each other grinning like idiots, eyes aflame with nasty
glee.  The fact that the boys didn't react beyond smutty giggling told me
everything I wanted to know at that moment.  They were primed and amped for
any pervy tricks I wanted to show them.

Sensing their energy, I knew that now was the perfect moment to take
Danny's ass, now when their hurts and grievances were fresh in their
memories.

But first I suggested making Danny lick their assholes, too.  I had decided
earlier that I would offer to let them do whatever I did before moving on
to the next activity, dragging them down with me through the lowest gutters
I could find.

Only Stan wanted a turn, and when he straddled Danny just as I had done, he
giggled like a fool when he felt his buddy's tongue against his little
virgin hole.

"You can say whatever you want, you know; call him names, whatever; he
won't remember any of it," I coached Stan.  "It's so awesome."

The kids were still having a hard time accepting that Danny wouldn't recall
anything that happened.  His eyes were open, he could move around very
slowly when told to, and slur a few words with difficulty, so they assumed
he'd come after them when he sobered up.

It was a deep pleasure to repeatedly remind them that he was ours, helpless
and powerless to resist, completely at our disposal for as long as we
wanted.

"You're gonna get butt-fucked, dude!" one of the kids said to Danny.  He
spoke softly, gathering up courage to speak again.  I encouraged him on.

"That's right, bitch!  I'm gonna fuck your little faggot ass with my big
fuckin' dick; it's gonna hurt like hell, bro!"

The kid beamed at me, appreciative of the encouragement and example.

"And we're all watching and laughing, you dick!" he shouted.

"Attaboy!" I yelled back at him, laughing my ass off.

I soon had them all barking jeers at Danny, and when it reached just the
right pitch, I pulled his body towards me and pushed his legs back,
exposing his bull's-eye to my stiff spear.

The kids suddenly went still and quiet, all eyes glued on my cock as I
prepared to plunder their leader's ass.

Though Danny was 13, he was small for his age and looked more like 11 or
12.  The only thing that indicated he was older was the size of his cock
with its dense fringe of dark pubes surrounding it.  Otherwise, he still
looked like a little boy.

I thumped his glistening hole with my throbbing cock, smearing lube and
spit up and down his crack, then worked it into his hole a bit.

Draping myself over him, I pushed the head of my dick inside him and he
moaned loudly as his body spasmed with pain.  I lowered my mouth to his and
covered it, rampaging into his head and tasting ass on his tongue.  The
flavor made my hips involuntarily push forward with more insistence, and
another inch of my dick disappeared up his exquisitely tight ass.

Uttering a surprisingly forceful shriek, the boy thrashed, trying to escape
the relentless pain and pressure I sent coursing through his body, so I
pushed in even harder.

With a heaving, grunting lunge, I sank the final seven inches of my cock to
the very root, coarse pubes grinding against his tender flesh.

Again, he let out an anguished wail that reverberated through the
over-heated shed.

The boys were both horrified and fascinated by the spectacle.  Nervous
giggling betrayed their fear of experiencing a similar fate, with a feral
appetite for joining in.

Sam intruded on my reverie.  I had almost forgotten he was there because
he'd been so quiet.

"I'm gonna fuck him when you're done, dude," he said.  "I wanna make him
shriek, too."

The kid named Ethan laughed.

"He screamed like a girl!" he snarled, looking at his buddies and cackling
like a devil.

"You fuckin' scream like a little bitch!" he yelled at Danny.

The boys roared with mean-spirited laughter.

I started fucking slow and deep, savoring the sweet sensations of being
inside a young boy's body, stuffing his guts full of my dick.  He was so
tight that he farted every time I pulled back and thrust forward again.

The boys raged with glee when they heard it.

"Fuck-farts," I told them, making Danny fart rapidly, comically, as I
continued to grind into his ass.

I knew that Sam was getting more and more heated from watching me rape the
stupefied kid.  I hoped he'd join in soon and show the lads how much fun
depravity and perversion can be, how powerful, masterful, we looked when we
worked together.

As if reading my mind, Sam came around to the other side of the mattress
and mounted it, jerking-off right behind Danny's head.

Sam's hard cock was always a beacon to me, and I was transfixed by it now.
I continued fucking Danny, but I was thinking about Sam and how good he'd
look fucking the boy, too; how much fun it would be to double-fuck this
kid's asshole, stretching it until it ripped.

He squatted over Danny's face, then leaned back and supported his weight on
one arm.

Exposing his hairy asshole to me as he lowered it down to the kid's nose,
Sam hocked up a mouthful of spit and spat it down the length of Danny's
body, splattering my pubes and dripping onto my dick.

"Sniff my ass, bitch!" he barked at Danny.  "You like the smell of shit?
You like that?  Yeah, you love it, you fuckin' little freak..."

His low-hanging balls bounced up and down as he shook his hips.  I was
amazed at how low his hairy sac hung, nearly covering his moist asshole.

"Stealin' stuff with your dickwad brother all the time, you fuckin' little
weasel!" he growled.

I moaned and started fucking faster.  I loved hearing Sam talk rough when
he fucked; it inflamed him as much as it did me.

"I'm gonna fuck your ass, and then you're gonna suck my dick clean,
fuck-tard!"

The boys giggled and hopped around, clearly enjoying the show and Sam's
dirty talk.

As if to illustrate what Sam described, I pulled out of the kid's ass and
scooted up his body, as Sam followed my lead and moved to take up the rear
position.

Sam wanted to fuck him doggy-style, so we flipped Danny over onto his
stomach and then hauled him up into position.  He was able to stay on his
knees with no problem, but his arms kept giving out and his upper body
repeatedly collapsed onto the mattress.

Getting frustrated, I grabbed his hair and hauled his head and shoulders up
so his face was level with my dirty prick, fragrant from his bowels.  I
inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with ass-funk, wondering if the boys
enjoyed the fertile aroma as much as I did.

The mattress started rocking as Sam plowed Danny's hole, his arms under the
boy's stomach, holding him up.

Danny was panting and whining loudly, crying and mewling like an animal as
Sam pillaged his little ass.

I cupped his chin in my hand and forced him to look up at me.

"Wanna taste your ass, dude?" I taunted him, wagging my smelly dick in his
face.  "Suck it, boy." I rubbed my slimy, filthy cockhead over his lips.

Sticking my fingers in his mouth to open it wider, I shoved my cock inside,
being careful not to scrape it on his braces.

He gagged a few times as I thrust hard into his throat and held the
position, my pubes covering his mouth and filling his nostrils.  I was
thrilled that he was sedated enough to take all my nine inches and made a
silent prayer of thanks for roofies.

Sam was racing towards shooting his load, his moans and grunts steadily
mounting in volume and intensity.

The boys hovered around us, leaning in to get a better look, jeering when
Danny moaned or made any sounds of helplessness.

Their youthful cruelty, their boyish arrogance and heartlessness, all acted
like powerful aphrodisiacs on me, and I couldn't help but join in their
malicious glee.

Sam started swearing and barking insults at the kid while he raped him, and
when he began his familiar high-pitched whine, I knew that he was about to
let his load fly.

My gaze was still fixed on Danny's sweaty, drugged face as I fed him my
cock.  I was able to get it cleaned-off fairly well by working it around
inside his wet mouth.  When I finally pulled out and leaned down to
make-out with him, I could first smell and then taste the exotic
combination of ass, ball sweat, and cock meat steaming up from his mouth
and face.

I mauled his whimpering, defiled head until Sam started moaning and
shouting, instinctively announcing the climax of his sweet revenge fuck.

Sam gave the kid's ass a sharp smack as he pulled his cock out, and roughly
flung him over onto his back.

Danny flopped like a limp rag doll onto the mattress, his legs at odd
angles and his arms askew.  His entire body was gleaming with sweat, his
dark hair plastered to his forehead.

Clumsily moving his legs into a more natural position, he tried to prop
himself up on his elbows, inevitably failing.  He fell back, exhausted, his
whining overwhelmed by Sam's guttural bellowing.

As my son reared back, hips thrust forward and his fist a blur, I lifted
Danny's head and shoulders and propped them against my thigh.  Maybe he had
wanted to watch Sam jizz.  I certainly wanted him to see everything.

The second I had Danny propped up, Sam let out a mighty, open-mouthed roar,
his head snapped backwards, his knees nearly buckled, and out shot his
first twisted rope of cum.

I was so fucked-up on drugs and depravity that it seemed to fly straight at
us in slow motion.  I could see it twist and writhe and twine in midair
until it slapped Danny in the face.

Before I had time to glance back at Sam, more arching lassos of sperm
whipped free, twirling in a contorted ballet before slamming up and down
the length of Danny's body, running off his sides and sliming the sheet
beneath him.

The boys were cheering and laughing; I think I might have been, too.

Grunting and huffing like an animal being butchered, Sam kept shooting long
cords of cum all over the kid.  I took several good splashes myself,
delighting in the feel of Sam's hot sperm kissing my flesh.

I stood up to get a better view of Sam's handiwork as he stumbled back into
the crowd of boys.  Sam looked so sexy -- exhausted, disheveled,
vindictively triumphant.  The boys were in a clamor, crowding around Sam,
high-fiving him and each other, feverish young hands slapping and rubbing
Sam's shoulders and back like he'd won the game for the team.

But my eyes came quickly back to the mattress, to cum-drenched Danny
lolling in Sam's semen.  I could smell its seedy, masculine odor.  There
was so much of it.

I got on the mattress with Danny and straddled him before lowering myself
full-length on top of him.  The second my skin felt the wet, cooling cum I
shivered in ecstasy and slid my body over his, smearing and rubbing the
slippery mess all over us both.

I must have looked like a huge, hairy spider enveloping its catch, my hulk
completely obscuring the little, helpless thing beneath me, while I frotted
against him, my hard, swollen cock pressed tightly against his junk.

My brain and dick simultaneously kicked into "fuck" mode and sent my
horniness through the roof.  Clutching Danny to me, bear-hugging his torso,
my hairy calves wrapped around his skinny legs, I rolled us over so that he
now laid on top of me.

I was able to easily lift him into a kneeling position and hauled him up
closer to me so I could suck his flaccid dick.  I wanted to feel him get
hard in my mouth, proving to me, to the world, that he was getting off on
everything that we were doing to him.

Holding him under his sopping-wet armpits, I looked up into his face and
wrapped my mouth around his little cock.  He tried to focus on me, but his
eyelids seemed extraordinarily heavy and he could barely keep them open.

It was tricky holding him up and blowing him at the same time, because he
kept listing to one side or the other.  I had to be careful and keep him
balanced or he'd have toppled over and ruined his blow job.

His cock hardened fast to its five-inch length in my mouth and by adjusting
him slightly I was able to smell and lick his balls, too.  He started
sighing and making a humming noise when I went back to sucking his stiff
prick, a deeply pleasurable and sensuous sound.

The boys started laughing and jeering at him, now that he was momentarily
enjoying what was happening.  Having been raptly silent just moments
before, it was all they needed to see and hear to goad them into verbally
abusing him again.

"Hear that?  He likes getting raped!" the kid named Ethan sniped.

The others cackled.

"Fag!" a few of them called out, then snickered meanly.

"Listen to him!" little Stan yelped.  "He sounds like a girl!"

A roar of humorless laughter filled the buzzing shed.

Danny's head had fallen forward and wagged back and forth like a drunk's.
I wasn't satisfied just sucking his dick anymore; I needed to feel my cock
in his ass again, so I pushed him back off my chest and maneuvered him down
to my hips.

"Guys, let's get two of you up here, one on either side of him, and hold
him up for me, will ya?  I can't fuck hard enough if I have to hold him up
myself; c'mon, help a bro out," I said.

Stan and another boy, an 11-year old named Ross, immediately stepped up
onto the bed and stood at either side of Danny, grasping him under his arms
and holding him in place for me.

I beamed my best `big brother' smile at them.

"Tell ya what -- I'll fuck him for a while, and then you guys can take a
turn," I added casually, wondering if they were yet excited enough to
openly fuck their buddy in front of the other boys.

They glanced at each other and shrugged, giggling, which means `OK' in
Boy-speak.

That wordless exchange made me even more furious to be back inside Danny's
sweet ass.  Not wanting my fuck to be too easy or smooth, I squirted a tiny
bit of lube on the tip of my dick and aimed it at his anus.  I wanted him
to experience the full force of my lust.

Shoving into his tight asshole, the kids cheered me on.  Danny stiffened
his body, spasmed, and cried out only a few times, causing the boys to
resume their taunting.

Stan and Ross were completely focused and attentive to holding Danny
firmly, even thinking to raise him a few inches off my crotch so I could
buck into his ass harder and deeper.

As my fuck rhythm found it's beat, my sweaty hands roughly mauled every
inch of his body that I could touch.

I reached under his upper thighs and dug my fingers into his ass cheeks,
spreading them apart as wide as I could, so I could more deeply punch my
cock into his guts.  Every exquisite thrust made him groan and furrow his
brow in sexual agony.

My nuts felt full and heavy, and I knew I would shoot within seconds if I
didn't immediately stop fucking.  I wasn't anywhere near ready to blow yet:
I still had a list of things I wanted to do before filling him with sperm.

I stopped thrusting and just lay there with my dick still embedded up his
shitter.  I crossed my hands behind my head and let Stan and Ross raise and
lower Danny slowly as he sat on my cock.  They were jerking me off by
proxy, using Danny's ass in place of their fists.  Clever kids, I laughed
and told them they were awesome They beamed at me, clearly thrilled by my
praise.

"Wanna fuck him now?" I asked, looking up at their flushed, young faces.

They snickered nastily, but neither boy made a move, too embarrassed to be
the first to take a turn.

"He's nice and tight, feels awesome inside," I continued, tempting them
into the deed.  "Me and Sam loosened him up a little for you guys, I added,
"and he'll never know you did it; but YOU will, and that's what makes it so
fuckin' perfect and hilarious!"

The two boys shifted their weight as they soaked up what I was telling
them, grinning like sweet idiots.  My cock got even harder inside Danny,
now that it looked like his buddies might molest him, too.

Sam's voice suddenly joined in prodding the kids.

"All the times he's been a dick to you guys?  Payback, dudes!" he drawled.
The boys looked from me to Sam and back again.

"Dude, there's nothin' gay about fucking him," Sam continued, correctly
guessing what held the boys back.

"It's just like playin' a prank on him.  You know as well as I do he'd rape
your ass if the situation was reversed, right?"

Sam was doing a good job at riling them up and stoking their appetite for
revenge.

"Hell yeah he would," Stan muttered from the bed.

"It can't be gay if we do it, `cause we're pissed off at him," another kid
lamely reasoned.

All of them agreed with his faulty logic.  I was delighted.

"And remember, guys, as Wolf Pack bros, you never wanna miss an opportunity
to make your dick feel good.  Remember earlier when I said I fuck bros or
bitches, just so long as it feels good on my dick?  Well, that's the
mentality you gotta have to be a true Wolf Packer," I added.

"Hell yeah," Sam chimed in, picking up my thread.  "In fact, this oughta be
like an initiation, something you gotta do to get into the Wolf Pack," he
riffed.  "Wannabe members get roofied and raped.  Not you guys, though,
`cause you're already in."

I was glad Sam added that last caveat, otherwise he might have spooked
them.  As it was, they all liked Sam's idea and told him so.

I decided that now would be a good moment to pull out of Danny and leave
him open for their use.

Stan and Ross hoisted him up off my groin and when my cock was free, it
slapped hard against my hairy belly, a thick strand of precum still
clinging to Danny's leg.  Making sure that everyone was watching me, I
glanced around the crowd of excited, sweaty faces.

I wrapped both fists around my ass-slimed cock and slowly jacked it a few
times, then let go and brought my hands to my face.  I smelled my palms and
wrinkled my nose, all for the kids' benefit.

They "eww"d and cackled as I did it, so I smiled at them and winked.

Getting up onto my knees, I pulled Danny close to me while Stan and Ross
still held him in place, and then cupped his face in my hands.  I leaned in
and gave him a deep, gagging kiss and then rubbed my stinky hands all over
his head -- face, hair, throat, and finally his lips.

As a last little joke, I gave his dirty mouth a quick peck and then licked
my lips.

The kids guffawed and jostled each other, getting hornier and a little
crazy.

"He's all yours, guys!" I said, and climbed off the mattress, leaving Stan
and Ross standing on it with Danny on his knees being held between them.
It looked awesome from a few feet away, as though some sort of ritual were
underway.

Little Stan suddenly made up his mind.

"I'll go," he said as he let go of Danny's arm, signaling Ross to let go of
his other arm.

Unsupported, Danny wobbled on his knees for a few seconds and then slowly
tumbled forward, his face on the mattress with his ass in the air.
Everybody laughed, because it looked like he was waiting to get fucked.
Which he was, although he probably wasn't even aware of it.

As Stan wriggled into position between Danny's legs, I moved into a shadowy
corner and turned the space heater on.  It was already very warm in the
shed, but the added heat would get all of us more agitated and intense.

Sam snickered when he saw what I was doing, and I moved to stand next to
him, watching the lewd show on the mattress.

With Stan in fuck position, Ross knelt at Danny's head, stuffing his little
cock into the boy's slack mouth.

They were the youngest of the boys, and neither of them could cum yet.  But
it didn't matter.  In this instance, the important thing was the fucking,
not the cumming.

As we watched Stan plow into his friend, Sam nudged me.  I looked at him
and he winked at me, smiling.  I knew he had something fun in mind.

Turning to the three boys clustered around the bed, Sam spoke to them
ever-so-casually.

"Hey, dudes, while you're waiting, you should stick your dick in my butt so
you know what it feels like before you take your turn on Watkins."

The three kids looked at each other, goofy smiles on their faces, clearly
non-plussed by Sam's offer.

"Yeah, that's a really good idea.  You can use my butt to, if you want," I
added, instantly backing Sam in his plan.

They shot each other another glance, and then in unison said, "OK!"

I flopped onto the mattress next to Danny and the younger boys.  It was
crowded, but we all managed to fit.

I wanted to watch my pre-teen fucker's face, so I stayed on my back and
drew my legs up.

Sam just leaned against one of the shed's walls and bent over, thrusting
his ass out for his young fucker's use.

The kid who plowed me was pretty cute, more athletic than the others, with
light brown hair that he wore fairly long.  His name was Casey, and he was
12.

Casey was uncircumcised, with a dick about four-and-a-half inches long when
erect.  He had a small amount of pubic hair, and his balls were just
beginning to get fuzzy.

I spit in my palm and slowly stroked his stiffy, slicking it up for him,
but mostly just to get a good feel before he shoved it up my ass.  He
gasped when my hand touched him.

I leaned back, crossed my hands behind my head, and said, "Jump on in,
bro!"

Sam's ass was being used by a 12-year old named Miller, another kid with
braces on his teeth.  Miller was a ginger boy, pale and freckled, with a
nice, thick cock jutting out from a small nest of fiery pubes.  I guessed
he was closer to 13 from the subtle development of his body.

Miller had already stuck his dick in Sam before Casey shoved into me.  I
had a few seconds to watch Miller's reactions to feeling his cock inside my
son's warm ass.  He moaned loudly in surprised pleasure, then closed him
eyes, smiling rapturously, and hissed in his breath as he started to slowly
buck in and out of Sam's tight asshole.

"You like that?" Sam tossed over his shoulder at Miller.  "Feels good,
don't it?"

Miller laughed and grabbed Sam's hips for better leverage.

"Oh fuck yeah, feels awesome!" he answered, a huge grin on his face.

I looked back to Casey, just as the tip of his prick touched my hairy
shitter.

I winked at him and said, "Tap my ass, bro!", and grabbed his butt cheeks,
pulling him to me as he slid his hard cock into my bowels.

Casey's cock felt insubstantial inside me because I was accustomed to Sam's
big dick, but it was enough to still give me a pleasurable fuck.  I coached
him and verbalized what I was feeling, which got the kid highly excited.

"Fuck harder, bro, I can take it; it feels so good to get fucked hard," I
told him.

He thrust harder and faster, but he was still holding back.

"Really slam me, dude, fuck me as hard as you can, make me scream," I
panted at him.  "Pound it, boy!"

He whipped his sweaty hair back from his flushed face, really throwing his
weight behind his thrusts now.  Bony hips slammed against my hairy ass as
he worked it over, making me shout in painful ecstasy several times.  The
kid was good and would only get better.

Sam let out a few good yelps and moans, too, so I knew Miller must have
really been enjoying his first butt fuck.

Both of us had to tell the kids to pull out because it was obvious that
they were getting too close to cumming, and to save it for their turns
fucking Danny.  Though reluctant to stop, they did, and actually thanked us
for letting them try out fucking our buttholes.  Such sweet little guys.

Ethan, the 12 year-old boy left to his own devices during our fucks, was on
Sam's ass like a vulture the second Miller backed off.

He pushed Sam back against the wall and told him to bend over.  Sam did as
he was told, and Ethan roughly shoved into him.

The kid seemed almost frantic to fuck, and he slammed into Sam the way I
wished Casey had slammed into me from the get-go.

"You like getting fucked, fag, huh?" he barked at Sam.

Sam suddenly spun around, forcing Ethan to uncock, and shoved him
backwards.

"Fuck off, bitch!" he spat at the kid.  "Go fuck your little faggot-ass
boyfriend!"

The look on Ethan's face was magnificent -- stunned, scared, and shamed.
He scurried away from Sam and came back to the mattress.

Stan had finished his turn and had swapped places with Ross, who was busy
pumping his narrow hips against Danny's ass.  Stan had had a powerful dry
orgasm that made his entire body shake.

The other three boys -- Casey, Miller, and Ethan -- crowded the scene as
they harangued Ross to hurry up and let them take their turns.  All of them
were at fever pitch to fuck and cum since Sam and I had prepped them.

Standing back a bit from the action, we surveyed the scene.  I was glad I'd
thought to switch the surveillance cameras on and record everything without
anyone knowing, guaranteeing this epically depraved scene would never be
forgotten.  It would also act as `insurance' in all sorts of contingencies.

It was dim in the shed, but a small lamp illuminated the mattress, giving
it a cheap, stagey ambiance.  The space heater intermittently glowed orange
and furious in a corner, slowly pulsing like a fiery heart.  It was getting
irritatingly hot, and everyone was sweating copiously.

As Ross got his dry nut, he pummeled Danny's ass and bucked into him hard,
shouting and gasping as he climaxed, sweat dripping from his hairless chin.

The moment he pulled out and stepped away, I let out a whoop.

"All right, Wolves, here's your chance!  Cum in him and get him pregnant,"
I laughed.

The second I said `pregnant', the boys chanted it a few times.  It was now
almost Pavlovian.

Casey sprang onto the bed and flipped Danny over onto his back.  He roughly
hiked up the kid's legs, spat on his dick, then rammed his cock up Danny's
ass and began fucking like a madman.

"Damn, he's tighter than you, dude," he panted at me.

"Open him wider then," I said, laughing.  "Fuck him as hard as you fucked
me, that'll loosen him up!"

Miller and Ethan brayed a constant stream of filthy taunts as Casey raped
his buddy's hole, raw and red.  Their voices were high and reedy, clearly
not the voices of full-fledged teenagers.  As their volume increased, Casey
started muttering at Danny, too, insults and nasty comments now flying back
and forth between the boys, all of it directed at Danny.

Within a minute or two, Casey was nearly screaming as he threw himself into
the final thrusts and blasted his sperm inside Danny's ass.  It almost
sounded like Casey was crying as he unloaded, but the sound quickly morphed
into a satisfied laugh.

We all cheered when he came, and as he stepped back, Ethan got into
position to fuck.

Casey moved to the other side of the bed and rubbed his slimy, uncut prick
on Danny's face before wiping it off in the boy's hair.  My already-hard
cock jumped when he did it, because it happened naturally without any
prompting from me or the kids.

My brain started working out a plan, something nasty and thrilling, but it
would take time.  I made a mental note to tell Sam about it and see what he
thought.

While I was preoccupied with my thoughts, Ethan had slid into Danny and was
rotating his hips as he pumped.  It looked intensely sexy, and I wondered
where he'd seen it done to mimic it.

He glanced at us clustered around him, scanning our faces as though
searching for someone.

"Stan, lick my butthole while I fuck," he said.  "I wanna see what it feels
like."

Everyone guffawed.  "Fuck off!" Stan laughed.  "I'm not licking your butt!"

Ethan whimpered but continued fucking, never missing a beat.

"Ross, you do it, dude," he said.

Ross just laughed derisively, emphatically shaking his head `no'.

"Aw, c'mon, somebody lick my asshole!" he pleaded, half-laughing,
half-whining.

I was surprised when I heard the red-headed boy, Miller, speak up.

"I'll do it," he drawled, kneeling behind Ethan and running his finger up
and down the boy's ass crack.  "But then I get to stick my dick in it."

The kids roared with snide laughter when he said this, though I noticed
that Ethan only snickered.

"Dude, your dick's too big, it'll hurt," he said to Miller.

"I'll stick my dick up your butt, but I won't lick it," little Stan boldly
volunteered.  "My dick's smaller than Miller's so it probably won't hurt."

"OK," Ethan immediately agreed.

He spread his legs a bit more, and Miller leaned forward and sniffed the
boy's ass.

"I guess it's clean; you smell OK," he said.

Ethan snickered and said, "Lick it and find out," and turned to glance over
his shoulder as Miller buried his face in his ass.

I could barely believe what I was seeing.  Sam and I glanced at each other,
grinning like monkeys, drugged eyes glittering.

I started jerking-off, unable to resist the urge.  I was powerless,
provoked into it by the little boys cavorting before me, licking each
other's asses and eager to fuck.

Ethan was squealing like a piglet as Miller tongued his asshole.  His hips
bucked hard into Danny, and periodically he'd pause on a back-thrust so
Miller could wriggle his tongue in deeper.

"Oooo, yeah, dude, that feels soooo awesome," he barked, grinding his ass
against Miller's face.

When he went back to fucking, after several additional thrusts he pulled
out and said, "Stop, dude, stop!  You're gonna make me cum!  Stan, come on,
quick, before I nut!"

In a flash, Miller was replaced my Stan, who leaned into Ethan and stuck
his dick up the boy's ass.

"Ow, fuck!...dude, wait, wait!...ohhhh, fuck..." Ethan moaned, making Stan
giggle.

As Stan began to buck into Ethan, the older boy relaxed and stopped moaning
in discomfort.  Instead, the sounds coming from him now conveyed amazement
and ecstasy.

Obviously thrilled by the new sensations he was experiencing, Ethan forgot
about Danny as he enjoyed getting fucked.

Miller had to remind him to keep fucking Danny.

In a sexual daze, Ethan pulled Danny towards him and stabbed into the boy's
ass again.  It was exhilarating watching this pre-teen boy fuck while being
fucked.  The kids had quickly figured out their rhythms and now moved in
sync.

Within 30 seconds, Ethan threw his head back and roared to the room that he
was about to cum.

Stan instantly pulled out of his ass and stepped aside, allowing Ethan to
thrash and buck freely as he shot his load deep in Danny's bowels.

When he unplugged, a thin string of jizz clung momentarily to the tip of
his prick and Danny's tortured hole before breaking free.

Miller was right behind Ethan, and lightly pushed him out of the way as he
shoved his cock into Danny.

None of the boys lasted longer than two minutes once they started fucking.
Miller was no exception, and rabbit-fucked his way to a loud, convulsing
orgasm.

Danny now had three loads of fresh, young cum up his ass.  My mind was
obsessed with what it would feel like to anoint my cock in their precious
sperm while I fucked Danny.

Sam had to nudge me again to rouse me from my reverie.

"I'm gonna fuck him again, dude.  Then he'll be good `n' sloppy for ya," he
murmured to me.

The kids were chattering and laughing over what they'd done to their buddy,
relishing the secret they now shared between them, and giddy with the
knowledge that they had fucked both pussy and ass in one night.

Sam had by now positioned Danny the way he wanted him, on all fours, though
Danny's upper body was again planted on the mattress with his ass sticking
up in the air.

"OK, dudes, watch how I fuck him," Sam said as the kids gathered round.

The five scrawny, little boys made quite a contrast to Sam's hairy
muscularity.  Though a mere four years separated them in age, the contrast
was wildly provocative.

The kids `ooo'd and `ahhhh'd at the size of Sam's dick, and when he began
to push into Danny, they gasped at how wide his cock stretched the tiny
asshole.

Danny groaned loudly as Sam began thrusting slowly.  Every time he'd thrust
forward, Danny would moan, and Sam would cackle.  The boys quickly joined
in the merriment.

The scene inspired me with fresh lewdness.

"Guys, you know what would be awesome?  To get you all in on this fuck!
Put everybody to work!  Wanna try it?"  I said.

By this point, nothing seemed too crazy or bizarre to the boys, and they
eagerly agreed.  I was able to quickly and easily direct them.

"Casey, go ahead and fuck Sam while he fucks Danny.  Ethan, stand on the
bed straddling Danny and let Sam suck your dick."

The boys moved into position.

"OK, good.  Miller, stand behind Ethan and fuck him.  Stan, get behind
Casey and fuck him, and Ross, get behind Miller and fuck HIM.  I'll just
watch and direct," I announced.

There was a lot of giggling and fidgeting that had to be gotten through
before everyone was ready.

It took Miller and Casey a few minutes to get used to having a dick up
their ass, but they relaxed into it nicely.  Sam helped maneuver them as he
continued fucking Danny, and in seconds I was watching a perverted
pre-adolescent fuck-machine, with Sam as the engine driving it.

I nearly shot my load just from the lewd visuals and the soundtrack of
whining, gasping young boys, punctuated by Sam's brutish growls and grunts.

The shed was by now hot and humid and stank like a combination of locker
room and gas station toilet.  I inhaled the rich, male funk and it made my
cock jump.

As each boy orgasmed, the noise increased, filling my head with their
piping voices, like a blasphemous oratorio.  The racket made Sam fuck
harder, shoving Danny's defiled body all over the mattress.

It was like watching a magnificent building topple and fall apart as each
boy climaxed and stepped away from the structure, finally leaving just Sam
and Danny in the murky pool of light.

Now seated around the mattress, silent but for their heavy breathing and
the repeated, wet slaps of fucking, the boys seemed to be in a hypnotic
trance as they watched Sam pound his way to bliss.

Loving an audience as much I did, Sam really gave the kids a show.  He
fucked like a porn star, moving his narrow hips seductively one moment,
then thunder-fucking like a monster the next.

Unconsciously or otherwise, Sam was gleefully presenting a master class in
rape and molestation for the boys' benefit.

He began his signature whining and whimpering announcing his immanent
ejaculation, so I moved back to the mattress and hovered behind him,
watching his hairy ass frantically slam into the smooth little boy beneath
him.

The sharp tang of his sweaty pits slapped me in the face as I approached,
and it was all I could do not to shove my face in them, right in front of
the boys.  Why I hesitated I can't even say, except that I still felt a bit
shy about revealing the scope of my perversions, I guess.

Sam sensed my dilemma and said, "Dude, stick your fingers up my ass when I
cum," his voice shaky and breathless.

The boys murmured knowingly, now understanding how a finger up the ass
could make a guy cum harder and better.

I flashed him a grin and laid my feverish hands on his hairy ass cheeks,
filmed with sweat.

"Aw, fuck, dude, I'm gonna blow!" he shouted, as I shoved three fingers
deep up his shitter.

He felt so hot and slick inside that I was unable to stop myself from
pulling my fingers out, sniffing them, and then quickly licking them clean
before plunging them back inside my son.

Sam roared when I reinserted them and barked, "Yeah, motherfucker, here it
comes!", his entire body tensing as his balls prepared to unload.

I glanced at the boys and saw that all of them were staring open-mouthed,
stunned at Sam's fierce display of his skills.  I was damned proud of him;
I felt proud of myself, too, for having taught him so well.

With a booming shout that struck us like a thunderclap, Sam started to nut.
I could almost feel the molten bolts fly into Danny's rectum, spurt after
spurt filling him up, just from the expressions flashing across Sam's face.

Gasping and cursing like a demon, Sam just kept cumming, his entire body
trembling from the force of his orgasm.  He startled us when he balled up
his fist and slammed it into the mattress repeatedly, furious with lust, as
he finished draining his heavy balls.

When he pulled out of the kid's well-raped ass, the smell of semen, strong
and seedy, filled our heads and we softly moaned.  Dollops of sperm dripped
from Danny's anus as Sam shook his prick to fling the final remnants of his
messy load across the mattress.

The boys actually clapped for Sam as he pulled out of their friend,
praising him to high heaven.

Now it was my turn.

As Sam stepped back and took his place to watch, I sat next to Danny.

All the chemicals in my system seemed to be peaking simultaneously, and it
lent a dream-like quality to everything I now did.

Danny had curled up on his side after Sam had finished with him, and he
looked very small and fragile to my drugged eyes.

An overwhelming tenderness swept over me.  I dragged him towards me,
scooped him up in my arms, and sat him on my lap, facing me.

Talking to him very quietly, I told him to open his eyes and look at me.  I
got no reaction at first, but as I repeated my words he began to rouse a
bit, and finally opened his glassy eyes to stare at or through me.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good, baby," I murmured in his ear, "I'm gonna rape
you so hard you won't even believe it, bro."

The kids giggled.

Danny groaned feebly in my arms.  I sat him up straighter on my lap.

"How many cocks you had up your ass tonight, Danny -- five, six?  You got
fucked sooo many times I lost count!"

"Eight!" little Stan shouted.  "He got fucked eight times by seven
different dicks!"

A wave of snide laughter from the boys filled my head.  I laughed in
Danny's cum-streaked face.

"Yeah?  Is that right, little dude?  You had seven dicks up your ass
already?  Well, there's gonna be at least one more, buddy, `cause now I'm
gonna breed you!" I rambled.

The kids snickered their amused assent.

I could smell all the sex we'd forced on him coating his body like a
pungent ointment, and the odor sent a shiver through me.

"Jesus, can you smell that?  All that sex funk, how fuckin' good he stinks?
So awesome..." I think I said, though I may have only thought it.

I pulled his face to mine and bit his lower lip, my tongue licking his
teeth before forcing its way inside his wet mouth.  Once in, I devoured him
like a starving lover, my tongue wrestling around his, snaking itself in as
deep as I could get it.

I could hear our audience react as I moved from his mouth to his throat,
biting it hard before marking him with a big, angry-looking hickey I knew
he'd be unable to explain.

I lifted his skinny arms and draped them over my shoulders as I hugged him
closer to my chest and kissed him again.  His arms kept sliding off and it
irritated me.

I know I shouted, "Find me some rope!" to the room, the words echoing in my
head and sounding comical for some reason.  I laughed at how fucked-up I
was.

Suddenly, Miller was in front of me holding something in his hand.

"Here's a belt, somebody's belt," he said, thrusting it at me.

"Bind his wrists together, dude," I slurred.

Miller got the belt looped and secured around Danny's wrists in seconds,
and when he was through Danny's arms were held in place around my neck.

I slid my hands under his thighs and stood up, holding him like a bag of
groceries, then slowly impaled him on my throbbing prick.

As I shoved into him, sperm squirted out of his hole and caught on the hair
of my shins.

"Damn, you really filled him up, bro," I laughed.  "Feels like I'm fucking
in soup."

Sam cackled like a true perv.

It felt good and powerful to fuck him standing up, his arms around my neck
like a toddler's.

I walked us a few steps away from the bed, but it was difficult to fuck and
walk at the same time.

Instead, I stopped trying to fuck and slowly paced back and forth in front
of the boys, pausing before each so they could get a close-up view of my
cock firmly embedded in their little buddy's shitter.

As I stopped in front of each boy, I fucked a few thrusts so he could see
my dick work in and out of Danny's ass.  But I wanted more from the kids.

"Touch my dick, dude, feel how greasy and hard it is.  Touch his butthole,
too, where they join.  His asshole's so tight on my dick, huh?  And feel
how full my balls are, hell yeah...they feel hot in your hand, huh?"

I couldn't believe what a featherweight Danny was, but even so I knew I
needed better leverage, and so leaned him against the door.  Now I could
plow into him and really mean it.

As I began to screw, I looked over my shoulder at our audience to make sure
they were fully attentive.  They were, of course, and their bright eyes
made me smile.

"Hey, somebody suck my ass!" I said, "I love gettin' rimmed when I fuck."

The kids, I sensed, were a bit intimidated by my hairy man's ass.  So, I
wasn't surprised when it was Sam who stepped forward, kneeled behind me,
and spread my hairy ass cheeks while I continued fucking.

When he stuck his face in my crack and glued his mouth to my hole, I paused
my fucking and pushed my ass out further, inviting Sam to go even deeper.

"Aww, fuck yeah, that feels so good..." I groaned.  "Suck on that shithole,
bro!"

The boys started snickering.

"Ewww, dude, he's your BROTHER!  You're licking your brother's ass! That's
nasty!" they giggled.

Neither Sam nor I reacted in the least.  If anything, Sam doubled his
effort.

Ethan seemed to be especially agitated by us, and gasped, "You lick Nick's
ass, too?"

The kids laughed.

Ethan was still beside himself, and it fascinated me.

"That's incest, dude!  Brothers doing sex stuff is incest!" he barked,
scandalized yet seemingly thrilled.

Sam guffawed, and that got me started laughing.  If they only knew the full
story, I thought, sending me into another fit of giggles.

Casey spoke up.  "So what, dude?  It's not like they're gonna get pregnant.
Nothin' wrong with it if they like it, I guess."

The other kids snickered, but Ethan wasn't buying it.  One of the boys
said, "Incest is best," inciting another burst of snide laughter.

"Dude, if I tried something like that on my brother, he'd freak out and
tell our mom!"

"Yeah, but what if he did it to you?" Ross asked.  "Would you stop him and
tell your mom?"

Ethan laughed and said, "Not until he was done!"

The kids cackled and teased, but Ethan was clearly entranced by what Sam
and I were doing.  I liked seeing him so excited and confused by what he
was feeling and wondered why that was.

"All of you kids should be fucking around with each other, that's how you
get experience and learn.  And if you've got brothers or sisters, you
should try to get with them, too, if they're up for some fun," I said as I
casually fucked.  "It's only weird if you make it weird.  Otherwise, it's
just sex.  No big deal.  And you've all got some roofies to play with now,
too!"

The boys chattered excitedly when I reminded them that I'd given them a
dozen roofies each and were already making plans on how to use them.  I had
my own ideas on that score, but I didn't say anything right then.

Sam stopped sucking my ass and stood up behind me.

"Want me to fuck you while you fuck?" he asked.

"Nah, not this time.  I'm gonna go apeshit on him," I replied.

I knew that Sam has offered to fuck me just to push the kids' buttons and
get them even more riled up.  And, of course, my reply was also meant to
goad them.

It worked.

They giggled and whispered among themselves, their volume rising as they
got more curious and excited.

"Oh my god, I knew it, you screw each other, too, right?"  Ethan yelped.

Sam and I casually glanced his way, shooting him a disdainful look before
turning away again.

Ethan needed to hear more.

"Does Nick fuck around with you guys, too?" he asked.

Sam shrugged.  "Sometimes."

Ethan laughed almost hysterically.  "What?!  Oh, my god, that's fucking
crazy..."

I'd had enough of him for now and decided to shut him down so I could fuck
Danny in peace.

"Yeah, well, boys will be boys," I said with finality, as though that
explained and excused everything, even incest.

And apparently it did, for Ethan shut up and the questions stopped.

Repositioning myself so the kids would have a better view, I told Sam to
get behind Danny and help support his weight so I could more freely fuck.

We must have looked extra-specially nasty and depraved.  I remember
thinking I couldn't wait to watch the surveillance video of us molesting
Danny together.

I could see us through the kids' eyes -- two older boys, `brothers', facing
each other with a much younger kid between them; the older `brother's'
hairy ass and legs and chest and the younger's less hairy body; the kid
speared on the oldest bro's cock while the younger supports the little kid
by holding him under the arms.

With a blissful sigh, I started sliding in and out of my little prize,
relishing the sensation of fucking in loads of sperm in front of a rapt
audience.  I growled with pleasure, deep in my chest and throat, the purr
of a tiger in heat.

Sam was sneering and grinning, crinkling his nose in scorn and hilarity,
muttering filthy shit-talk and driving me wilder with every new blasphemy.

I picked up my speed and closed my eyes for a moment, sinking into pure
physical pleasure, then diving even deeper into the dark rapture of
fucking.  All my senses were concentrated in my cock, as if my entire being
was my hard dick.

When my eyes reopened, everything they took in changed me, twisted me into
something nearly inhuman: a fuck machine expressly created to rape and
defile, fueled on young boys, and existing only to cum.

My hands moved of their own volition, so it seemed to me in my drug-addled,
sex-crazed state, and I watched them do their rough work, clutching,
grasping, pinching, twisting.

I took one of his nipples between my fingers and dug my nails into it hard,
making Danny furrow his brow and hiss in his breath.  Leaning down to bite
it, Sam pushed Danny closer to me and I was able to do it with ease.

I bit the little nub lightly, and then sucked on it, finally leaving
hickeys around both nipples.

Now heading towards shooting my load, I walked us back to the mattress and
dumped him onto his back.  His wrists were still belted around my neck, so
I ducked my head down and tossed his arms back over his head.  I liked the
way his wrists looked bound together, so I left them that way.

Before plugging his ass with my dick again, I wanted to get a taste of all
that mingled cum I was fucking in.  I knelt down and spread his legs, then
stuck my face between them and prodded his goopy hole with my tongue.

The boys went wild, groaning and shouting, guffawing and whooping it up,
unwittingly spurring me on to filthier tricks.

He smelled like fucking, like sex and sperm and assholes.  When I'd had my
taste of our combined ass-nectar, I left two furious-looking hickeys on his
inner thighs, one on each side of his balls.  He looked awesome, ritually
bruised and marked and used.

As I rammed my swollen cock up his ass, I leaned low and sniffed his
exposed armpits, the silky hair thoroughly suffused with his sweat stink.
He tasted slightly tangy, a far more subtle flavor than Sam's potent funk.

My ass must have been a blur as I started rabbit-fucking the boy, my brain
churning with depraved impulses I knew I had to keep in check.

Sam told me later something I only vaguely recalled once he mentioned it:
Apparently, I pulled out of Danny's ass shortly before I blasted to
straddle his chest and make him take my cock, fresh from his ass, into his
mouth.

After a few moments of that, I apparently decided that smacking him
repeatedly in the face with my ramrod-hard prick was the just the thing to
do.  At one point, Sam said, I intentionally thwacked my cock hard against
Danny's eye, giving him a nice shiner that appeared well before we left the
shed.  And then I went back to fucking.

The sexual tension of the past hour was reaching its breaking point inside
me, and I knew I was about to have a bone-shaking orgasm.  I remember being
torn between cumming in his ass or pulling out and smothering his face.  In
the end, I decided to fill his guts.

Sweating like a horse now, I gave my head a great shake to clear the mental
fog, sending droplets of sweat flying from my hair and sprinkling the
watching boys.

"Get ready for it...I'm gonna fuckin' shoot," I growled, fucking so hard
and fast that Danny was tossed around like a ragdoll beneath my heaving
bulk.

"Awwwww, Jesus fuckin' CHRIST, I'm gonna fuckin' blow!" I bellowed before
plunging my tongue into his mouth so hard that I banged my teeth against
his.

Our bodies now glued together with sweat and sex scum, the sound of wet
plops and splats filled the shed as we created sticky little vacuums
between our flesh.

Groaning into Danny's mouth, I could feel the sperm in my aching balls boil
to overflowing and then race for escape.

I thrust as deep into him as I could, and my sperm shot like machine gun
fire into his guts.

I think I was screaming as I shot; I know I was definitely cussing and
growling up a storm.  My entire body shook with release; great spasms of
moaning bliss racked me.

I seemed to go on cumming forever.  I know I lost sense of time and place
and had to look around me to comprehend what was happening, all the while
shooting sperm in the tightest, warmest, sloppiest, little asshole I could
remember ever having fucked.

As my nuts drained themselves and I slowed my movements, I collapsed my
full weight on top of Danny and rubbed myself all over him.

My cock was still lolling in his cum-filled ass, and I savored the
sensation before unplugging, not wanting to break the seal that joined us
until I had to.

It was Sam's voice that broke the spell that held me.

"He must be sooo full..." was all he said, but it was enough to rouse me
and get me moving again.

I climbed off Danny and again knelt between his skinny legs.  When I spread
them wide and looked at his asshole, I sighed in awed admiration.

Cum was dripping from his anus and making a pearly little pool on the
mattress.

When I stuck my finger in his shitter, more sperm squelched out and the
sound made us all giggle.

"Go on, dude.  Do it," Sam said.  The boys looked from me to Sam, not
understanding what he meant.

But I did.

Gluing my mouth to his abused hole, I sucked out a decent mouthful of our
combined sperm.  More accurately, it flowed into my mouth.  I hardly needed
to suck at all.

When I pulled my face away, the kids were already halfway through their
reaction of horror and fascination over what I had just done.

I reared up and then spat the seedy mess at Danny, spraying the length of
his torso with ass-cum.  The boys shrieked and cheered in nasty glee.

Ducking down for a refill, I flashed on the image of a vampire feeding at
the throat of its victim.  I laughed softly at the idea of being a
cum-drinking creature, seeking out young, freshly-fucked assholes to feed
upon.

The second mouthful went into Danny's mouth and down his throat.  Some of
it went into his hair, too, like styling gel.

He looked so cute, hard-used and wasted.

Now that I'd cum, the fun was pretty much over.

I mentioned that we'd have to bring Danny back inside and get him showered
before sending him home.

As I was explaining this, cute little Stan came close to the mattress and
began pissing on Danny, washing away the streaks of cum that slathered his
body.  The other boys hooted and hollered and stepped forward to do the
same.

In seconds, Sam and I had joined them, and we all stood there soaking Danny
with our hot piss.  It looked like we were baptizing him into some
degenerate faith.

"We're gonna have to get rid of that mattress.  We'll never get the piss
smell out," Sam mumbled.

"We'll just toss it.  It's not like we don't have plenty of extras," I
answered.

When we got back into the house, the party had broken up for the night and
only a dozen or so teens were still hanging out.  All of the `tweens had
already left.

Those that remained stared at us as we clomped through the door, me
carrying Danny slung over my shoulder.

"Jesus, what happened to him?" one of the older teen girls asked.

"Aw, we were having some fun and he got shit-faced and passed out," Sam
answered casually.

The kids snickered and nudged each other.

I got Danny into the shower and turned on the hot water, then stepped into
the tub with him.  I soaped him up and scrubbed the piss and sperm off his
body, then let the hot water pound on him to bring him back to a bit of
consciousness.  But not all the way.

I still had another fuck in me, so I held him against the wall of the
shower and lifted him, then shoved my dick up his ass one more time.  Danny
moaned and gasped but was otherwise quiet, and I was able to rape him again
at my leisure.

The evening had given me some great ideas for future parties.  The first
one I wanted to host would be a roofie party, where half the kids would
knowingly get roofied, while the other half did anything they wanted with
the roofied kids.  Everything would be filmed, and we'd have a lot of fun
watching the footage later at another party with the same group of kids.

Once Danny was clean, I got him out of the tub and was toweling him off
when I realized he hadn't cum yet.  That just didn't seem fair, so I
decided I'd suck his dick and get another taste of his nut.

I sat him down on the toilet and jerked him off until his dick hardened in
my fist.  His eyes kept trying to focus, so I guessed he would possibly
probably remember things from this point on.

"Hey, bro, you need to empty your gut.  Bear down like you need to take a
shit," I told him gently.

He still had my load up his ass and it was bound to leak out soon.

He bore down and I heard him squirt my cum into the bowl.  Then he groaned
and started to topple sideways until I caught him and sat him up straight
again.

Looking at me as though he were trying to recall where he'd seen me before,
I smiled and told him to close his eyes and relax.

When I took his dick in my mouth he sucked in his breath and then moaned,
his hands feebly trying to clutch at my hair.

As I was bobbing up and down on him, a drunk teenager arrived to take a
piss.  He froze in the doorway, watching me blow a fucked-up, naked kid.

"Whoa, sorry.  Uhh...I gotta take a piss," he slurred.

I wasn't about to break my rhythm and Danny's pleasure, so I just mumbled,
"The sink."

"Huh?" the boy asked.

"The sink!  Piss in the fuckin' sink!" I barked.

He just stood there looking at us, but then shrugged and moved to the sink.
I continued sucking off Danny but glanced over at the kid as he sidled up
to it and started to piss.

The sound of his urine trickling down the drain gave me a dirty thrill and
I sucked Danny's cock more lustily.

My sweaty hands roamed all over Danny's legs and chest while I blew him,
ending their roaming with one hand around his throat, and the other between
his legs fingering his abused asshole.

The teen boy had finished pissing but wasn't going anywhere, and just stood
there watching us.  At first his presence irritated me and I wanted him
gone, but as he continued staring I began to appreciate having a spectator.
I've always liked performing for an audience, even an audience of one.

When I stopped sucking and started masturbating Danny again, the teen
grunted a couple of times and then belched loudly.

"What happened to him?" he asked.

"Whaddya mean?"

"He looks all messed up."

I made a dismissive sound.  "Nah, he's OK."

"But what happened?"  The kid was insistent.

"He got roofied," was all I said.

The kid snorted in response.  "Oh yeah?  Huh."

Now it was my turn to stare at him as I alternated between sucking and
jerking Danny's stiff cock.

"That's Danny Watkins," he said.

I couldn't believe it.

"What the fuck?!  Why does everybody know who this kid is?  He's a fuckin'
celebrity!" I said.

The kid gave me a lop-sided smile and burped again.  "His bro's one of my
best friends," he replied.  "Craig Watkins."

I wondered where this was gonna go.

"Yeah?"

"Yep."

I was ready to fight if I needed to, but it was difficult figuring this kid
out.  He didn't seem angry or upset, but the verbal cues were there.

"Well, whaddya know," I said, my tone flat.

"Yep.  Whaddya know," he repeated.

He had started to weave back and forth as he stood there, then leaned back
onto the countertop.  His gaze shifted from my face to my fist jacking off
Danny.  He sighed and then gave a grunt-laugh.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Chris," he answered, "what's yours?"

"J.J."

"Hey," he said.

"Hey."

I was still confused by this guy.  He kept watching my fist.

"You gonna make him cum?" he asked.

"That's the plan, yeah," I answered.  He didn't say anything else.

I decided to find out what was going on.

"You want a piece of him?"  I said it like I was offering him a piece of
cake.

He furrowed his brow but flashed me that lop-sided grin again.  I could
tell he was working something over in his head from the expressions
crossing his face.

He shrugged.  "OK.  Sure."

I almost fell over.  I seriously was not expecting him to take me up on the
offer, but this was turning out to be the perfect night-cap to an otherwise
amazing evening.

Chris moved to the toilet and stood next to it, his cock inches away from
Danny's head.  I started to stand up, figuring he'd want to fuck him or
play with his dick, but Chris motioned me to stay as I was.

"You can keep goin'; I just wanna get a blow job from him," he slurred.

He cupped Danny's chin in his palm and turned the boy's head to face him.
Danny's eyes were open, but he was still having a hard time focusing on
much of anything.

Chris leaned into him and started lightly bouncing his hardening cock
against Danny's half-opened mouth.

"Hey, Danny, what's up, it's Chris, dude."

He opened Danny's mouth wide with his fingers and inserted about half of
his prick into it.

"Come on, dude, suck my dick," he said softly.

Danny gagged once and groaned, but Chris didn't mind and started over,
going slower this time.

"Dude, I know you sucked dick before, Craig told me; it's OK, I won't tell
nobody," he said, pushing more of his cock into Danny's face.

I had a perfect view of every move Chris made on him, and it was just the
right thing to watch as I brought Danny closer to shooting his wad.

Chris looked to be about 18 or 19, with shaggy, dark blond hair, and
soulful brown eyes.  His body was tight and fairly muscular, a typical
jock, with a fat, circumcised dick and pendulous balls.  He looked to be
about seven inches, hard.

His bushy pubes kept scrunching up against Danny's nose as he began to pump
his hips, forcing his cock deeper into our boy's throat.

"Yeah, dude, that's good," he said, "feels good inside your mouth."

With no warning, Danny started squirming under my hands and I knew he was
about to spurt.

I brought my mouth down onto his cock and sucked until his young sperm shot
down my throat, two or three good, strong squirts.  He moaned and shouted
as he unloaded, but with his mouth full of Chris's dick, the sound was
muffled.

Having got what I wanted, I stood up and watched Chris get his blow job.
Danny was hardly in a condition to really suck, so I wondered just how
pleasurable it could be.

"He's not even really sucking, is he?" I asked.

Chris just grunted again and shrugged, that lop-sided grin now permanently
in place.

"Nah, not really; but I like how it looks, anyway."

That piqued my interest.  That's something a fellow perv would think of.

"Hell yeah," I said softly.  "You gonna tell Craig his brother sucked your
dick?"

Chris laughed loud.  "Fuck yeah!  Not right away, but eventually, yeah."

The more we talked, the hornier he got.  I wondered how far I could take
him.

"You wanna fuck him?"

"Nah, not into that.  But a blow job's OK, nothin' wrong with that."

He was getting close to blasting off.

"You gonna cum in his mouth, or on his face?" I asked.

"Face.  I like to see it dripping off all slippery and shiny and shit."

"Hell yeah," I agreed.

Chris picked up his pace as I continued talking dirty to him.  His low
moans filled the bathroom, and in seconds he pulled out of Danny's mouth
and started shooting thick ropes of sperm over the boy's forehead and hair.

As he flung the last cum drops off his dick, he looked at me dreamily and
said, "Looks good, huh?"

I chuckled.  "Awesome.  He wears it well," I said, and we laughed together.

We both stood there, absently fiddling with our deflating cocks, as we
watched semen slowly course down Danny's face.  It really did look
incredibly sexy, and Chris enjoyed the spectacle most of all.

"Damn, that looks amazing," he said quietly, "but I wish it was a bigger
load.  I like making a huge mess."  He chuckled, as if to say, `go figure'.

After a very short while, Chris said `later', and left with his girlfriend
shortly thereafter.

There were now only a handful of teens milling around, gathering their
things and getting dressed, preparing to go home.  I didn't see Nick but
figured he was close by.

Before calling it a night, I gathered the Wolf Packers in the living room
for a few final words before sending them off.

Sam and I were the only ones still naked.  The boys were dressed and now
worked on getting Danny back into his clothes.  It was cute to watch.

"Well, guys, we had quite a night!  I'm helluv proud of you, all of you.
You did great," I said, praising them and making them blush with pride.

"You walked in as little boys, but you're going home as men.  You fucked
pussy and ass, all in one night!  I'd say that's pretty damned impressive."

More furious blushing and giggling.

"But here's the deal, and it's super important, so listen up.  You can't
breathe a word to anyone about being here or anything you did tonight.  Got
it?  If anyone finds out, you'll all get so busted you don't even wanna
think about it.  Is that clear?"

They all nodded energetically, and said they'd keep everything totally
secret.

Stan suggested they swear an oath not to ever tell, and they all eagerly
took the oath.  I figured they meant it and told them I depended on them to
uphold the oath they'd just sworn to.

"It's a sacred thing, a brotherhood you joined, and you have to protect it
and each other at all costs.  Right?"

Again, full agreement.

"That's my jolly rapists!" I said, beaming at them and making them laugh at
the nickname.

For some reason, they liked `rapers' more than `rapists', and so that's
what I called them as they got ready to take off -- my `Jolly Rapers'.

When I told them that Danny needed to wake up in his own bed, they told me
they were all crashing at Miller's house.  His parents were out of town,
and his older sister agreed to let him have a sleep-over.

We quickly discussed how they should act around Danny in the morning, and I
concocted a story for them to tell him to explain what had happened to him.
Of course, no mention of roofies would be made, only that he'd gotten
trashed drinking alcohol and passed out.

Finally, I told them to come back in two weeks and we'd have another roofie
party.  It was their job to select someone to be the `party treat', either
a bitch one of them chose, or a potential new member of the Pack.

The kids cheered at the prospect of repeating all the fun they'd had this
night, and I promised them lots of new and undreamt games.  Everyone was
happy and excited as I closed the door on them, making their way to
Miller's house as best they could.

It wasn't far away, in any event.  They'd be fine.  After all, they were
the Wolf Pack.