Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2023 22:55:25 +0000 From: Urbuddynick Subject: Beating Off Chapter 4 Beating Off Chapter Four By Nick W. Urbuddynick@protonmail.com If you like the story or would like to see something in the story, please feel free to drop me a line. I love feedback and love to chat. Before some of you clutch your pearls and think this is a true story, know that it is not. It is entirely a work of erotic fiction. Fantasy is different from reality. Check it out. Also, please consider donating to Nifty. It costs money to run this site, and your donation really helps them out. Author's Note: This story contains from cross over characters from my story Living the Life. For them it is six years later. "Fuck yeah, Billy, turn sideways," Kurt said approvingly as we both looked at my naked body in the full-length mirror. "Nice. I want you to cut your calf exercises in half. They are a little bigger than I like," he said before slapping my ass. Part of me was annoyed, but most of me (as judged from my constant roaring hardon) loved him taking control of my life. Kurt wanted me to look a certain way, so I worked out the way he wanted and kept myself hairless from the neck down. My new beard grew a few inches until Kurt declared it perfect and ordered me to keep it that length. It was worth it when he called me babe, or his boyfriend, or even his fuck slave. He usually saved that last moniker for when he fucked my ass before bedtime. "Yeah," he growled as he nailed me deeper. "You like that, don't you my fuck slave? I fucking OWN this asshole." I moaned, and the relentless dragging of his fat dickhead over my stimulated prostate would often make me have an anal or sometimes even a penile orgasm. I was addicted to the sexual bliss and could not stop. Those times when I did not cum from his big dick up my ass, however, Kurt forbade me from jerking off. "No more beating off for you, fucker. From now on, you only cum from getting fucked, my mouth or fist, or inside a child," he declared before spitting in my mouth and kissing me deeply. So lately when I didn't cum during the fuck, I took to crawling out of bed with cum leaking down my legs and striding down the hall to Trevor's room. Why Trevor and not my own son, you might ask? Well, once my little Alex fell asleep, it was early impossible to wake him. If I did manage to rouse the little pig, he would sleepily whine and cry and beg to go back to sleep. Trevor, however, beamed whenever I entered his room naked and sweaty. Kurt's little slut knew I was there to fuck him silly. His hairless little dickie would bone to its full two inches in anticipation as I carried him back to our bed. Kurt loved to watch me shove my seven inch penis deep into his son's throat before flipping him over and raw dogging him. I fucked him deeply and sensuously as Kurt's cum leaked from my asshole. Then I pounded his child sized buns as hard as I could, just like my man had fucked me. Kurt watched with a smile until I growled and came hard inside of his son. "Good boys," Kurt said. We both beamed at this praise, and Trevor cleaned my pedo dick just as I had cleaned Kurt's moments before. We were both his boys, obedient and enthralled. Kurt and I both worked out in his homemade gym in the basement. I worked out in the morning, and Kurt exercised after work. He always did his routine naked save for sneakers with no socks. Afterwards he rang a big brass bell he had gotten on one of his adventures in Santorini. You could hear the bell even outside. That was my cue to attend to him. Like Pavlov's dog, my dick hardened when I heard the ringing. If I wasn't already naked, I hurriedly stripped and bounded down the stairs. My dominant boyfriend was waiting for me, his flawless naked body covered in a sheen of sweat. "Worship me, pig," he would say with a grin. I licked every inch of him, rubbing my face in his sweaty pits, ass, and huge bloated balls. My adoration for him grew as I tasted him. He kicked off his sneakers and gave me his feet to service. Keeping eye contact with him, I sucked and licked his body clean. Then he would fuck my face fiercely before cumming down my throat. Just weeks before I used to cum maybe once a week. After giving myself to Kurt, I was cumming three to four times a day. We fell into a routine of sorts. I hardly thought of my career as the chief of staff for the city manager. It was an important and powerful position, but I thrived on just being Kurt's boyfriend and taking care of the house and boys. I liked not having to make decisions. Kurt picked out my clothes for me and gave me a list of chores for the day. Since he had a pool boy, gardener, and housekeeper twice a week, my duties were generally light. This gave me plenty of time to lounge by the pool, play with the boys, and read as I smoked one cigar after another. Sexually he gave me free reign to fuck the boys whenever I wanted, but he controlled other aspects of my sexuality. "Zach is coming over again today," Kurt said referring to the fourteen-year-old we had seduced and introduced into sex. The teenager was a bit goofy and awkward looking as boys are at that age, but he sure loved coming over to the house. Taking Kurt's words to heart that his house was a safe zone for drugs, tobacco, nudity and sex, the boy would strip almost instantly upon entering. I was usually naked all the time around the house now, and I would bone hard seeing the lad's lusty four inch cock. Within the week, Kurt popped the boy's ass cherry. With the amazing cocaine laced Albolene for lube, the trauma associated with sodomy was eliminated. But the teen never seemed to really get into it despite my man's skillful fucking. "I enjoy the fact that he really doesn't like getting fucked," Kurt confessed while we smoked cigars by the pool. "He's a born cocksucker, but ass play is not his thing. But that's just too bad for him. No way am I going to give up ploughing that tight asshole. His not liking it, though, makes it seem like rape which I gotta say turns me the fuck on." Kurt's revealing his dark side to me did not turn me off. Instead, it made me blush with a hot heat. Everything about him attracted me, especially his perversions. I knew he was corrupting me, and I wanted it. Craved it. Following his cue, the next time I fucked Zach, I pounded the junior high slut hard up his ass. I imagined I was raping him, and it felt so dirty and nasty and hot. Kurt cocked his head and looked at me quizzically while he choked the pig with his fat pedo cock on the other end. I nodded conspiratorially and slapped his ass hard over and over while I slammed harder into his hole --- all the while looking into the eyes of my man. Kurt grinned demonically and shot down the child's throat. That was my first little taste of sadism, and it turned me on a lot. "I am proud of you and the way you raped Zach today," Kurt told me later. "I want to bring out your inner demons and let them play. Speaking of which, I have plans for our teen fuck toy. I want you to take charge of training him to be a world class cocksucker. Every time he comes over, I want you to spend at least forty five minutes fucking his face and throat. Teach him how to sensuously please a man with his mouth and tongue. Teach him to property throat a cock. Turn him into an oral dick pig." "Yes, Sir!" I replied enthusiastically and put it into practice the next day. "Pay attention, Zach," I said dropping to my knees. "Watch how I lick and suck your dick. You need to learn the techniques and methods of how to expertly suck a man off." I lapped at his fourteen year old old dick and caressed it with my mouth. I took his entire four inches into my gullet blew him until he was ready to shoot and then pulled off. Then I pushed him to his knees and snaked by smooth man cock into his throat. He never complained even as his eyes watered and tears streamed down his face. Sometimes I would go slowly, other times I would rape his gullet. At the end of forty five minutes, Kurt would come out of his office naked and hard. Then the little faggot would blow him. Within a week Zach could take Kurt's fat eight inches all the way to his curly pubes. The dominant pedo held him there for what seemed forever before pulling off, making the kid gasp for air and spit up long strands of deep throat spit. Kurt's slimy pedo dick twitched in appreciation, and his eyes sparkled with a dark desire. At the end of the week, I heard Kurt ring the bell, and I hurried down the stairs to the gym. I was naked and ready to tongue bathe my man. I stopped short when I saw another man sitting in a chair watching Kurt wipe down the bench. "Hey, babe," Kurt said with a smile. "I'd like you to meet my good buddy, Jock." I looked over to the man bashfully as my erection pointed right at him. I shook his hand and checked him out. He was ruggedly handsome and obviously worked out as hard as we did. Maybe more. His massive chest bulged under his tight tee shirt. "Hey, Billy," Jock said enthusiastically. "Nice to meet you. Damn, Kurt wasn't lying. You're a fucking stud. And what a nice piece of meat." With that the man grabbed my smooth hardon and squeezed. I jumped a little. "Um, nice to meet you Jock," I said as he released my meat. "I met Jock in New York City years ago," Kurt said. "I was working out at a municipal rec center, and there was this hot little boy I was scoping out in the locker room. I was trying to get the boy's attention, but noticed his eyes were glued to something else. Looking over to the showers, I saw Jock here with a full blown hard on showing off to the little slut. It was friendship at first sight. You gotta love a guy that shows off his hardon to a child." "Oh yeah," Jock enthused. "We took the boy into the handicapped stall and fuck the shit out of him." "Hell yeah, we did. That was way before I got married," Kurt said. "I wanted you to meet for a couple of reasons. First, you need to meet my pedo buddies. Second, Kurt bought the old YMCA building downtown and is reopening it as an all male sports center next week. There is a full gym for the twelve and older set, and a boy's sport center for five and up. So dads and uncles can bring their boys while they work out. Pretty fucking nice setup, huh?" "That sounds great," I said. "I remember seeing the permit for the place from the zoning commission. I wasn't sure it would survive the Covid lockdowns." "Tell me about it," Jock said. "It's a good thing I have a side gig in sports medicine." "Which brings me to point three," Kurt said. "Remember when I asked to see your last physical and lab results, Billy?" "Yeah. You said you wanted to make sure I was healthy," I said. "And I do want you to be healthy. I also want you more muscular like my buddy Jock here. Do you like the way Jock looks?" Kurt asked. Jock grinned and peeled off his tee shirt. While Kurt and I looked good with solid biceps and pecs with deep cuts, Jock reminded me of my favorite porn star, Austin Wolf. He was really built. "Hell yeah," I said appreciatively. "I would say so," Jock laughed looking at my dick. I looked down and saw a long strand of prefuck dripping from my swollen dickhead. I blushed and Kurt laughed. "Excellent," Kurt said clapping his hands. "Jock here has studied your labs and physical results and put together a cocktail he designed just for you. Just an injection a day for a week and then two injections a week. He also made a cream for when go on vacation." Suddenly I was concerned. "A cocktail? You mean like steroids?" Jock pulled out a tray with ten hypodermic needles full of a yellowish liquid. "Not just steroids but a special formula including testosterone and vitamins and growth hormones," Jock said. "You know how all of those billionaire fuckers who are suddenly getting buff as shit? This is what they are using." I waved my hands. "No, I don't think so. I like getting muscles the natural way." Suddenly Kurt was on his feet and moved his face a couple of inches from mine. "You promised you would do as I say until Memorial Day," he said with a low growl. "I want you to take these shots. He's also set up a workout regimen for you. Just do it for the next six weeks, and if you don't like the results, you can quit." This was crossing a line, and I was truly conflicted. Kurt saw it in my face and gave me a hard stare. "Don't embarrass me in front of my friend, Billy," he said coldly. "Ah, OK, Kurt. I'll try it," I said nervously. "Good," Kurt said briskly. "Next week we are joining Jock's gym and signing the boys up for the kid's program. Jock will give you're your shots. I'm going to go shower now, and to say thank you I want you to do whatever Jock says. He's giving this to you at cost, but in return you will do whatever the fuck he wants. Understand?" I looked at Jock who smirked. "Yes, Kurt," I said quietly. "I'll leave you to it then," Kurt said leaving without me getting to tongue bathe him. He turned to his buddy and asked, "See you at the pedo worshipper party tomorrow?" "I wouldn't miss it. Those pedo loving faggots know how to please a man." After Kurt left, I stood nervously in front of the beefy stud. "Bend over and grab your ankles," Jock ordered. I obeyed, and Jock traced a finger down my smoothly shaved crack. He tapped my asshole and then moved to the tray. He quickly jabbed me in a cheek with the needle and injected me. "You're going to love the results, Billy," Jock said evenly. "Kurt told me what a dweeby pussy you were before he started fucking you. This is going to really make you a man." I moved to stand up, and Jock pushed me back down. "I didn't say you could get up, faggot. Grab those ankles again," he barked. I felt a cool cream being applied to my ass and a finger being inserted. "You're a fucking stud even if you are a faggot, billy. But I give you credit for having the balls to fuck your boy and Trevor. You earn pedo points in my book. Nothing better than fucking little boys. In fact, fucking your son has been a real pleasure." I jumped a bit but quickly returned my grip around my ankles. So, Jock was one of the five pedos who has fucked my son! "My second favorite thing is using and abusing muscle faggots like you," the man drawled while adding a third finger. Fuck, he must be using the Albolene without the cocaine in it, I thought anxiously. He pulled his fingers out and through my legs, I saw his shorts drop onto his sneakers. He kicked them off. Using his feet, he kicked off his shoes. "Kurt says you need to be reminded that you are a faggot and a slave, and that is exactly what I am going to do to you over the next few weeks." Jock crouched down and revealed a very fat cock sticking up proudly from his pubes. He looked to be around seven inches like me, but the expression beer can dick started to make me sweat. "You are going to get very familiar with this pedo prick, faggot," he said pressing it against my hole. Fuck, it felt like it wouldn't fit, suddenly with a burst of intense pain, the dickhead popped into my lubed chute. "Ugh" I cried out. "Fuck, that's huge." "Yeah, it is, faggot. But that's what you fags live for, cock. Now get stand up and put your hands at the end of the table." Jock then proceeded to fuck me, slowly and thoroughly. It hurt badly at first, but the man had skills, and soon my prostate was awakened with pleasure. "That's it, cunt. Get into it," Jock growled. I let loose and moaned. In and out the fat meat plunged into me, stretching me wider than ever before. But, damn, it felt so good. "You've got a hot clit in you," Jock said with a moan. "I bet we can come together." And after a half dozen more strokes, I felt his hot semen spurt inside of me. "Oh fuuuuck," I bellowed as my dick shot wad after was of cum onto the floor. He pulled out with a plop, and I turned around. Jock smirked at me and looked down to his softening sausage. He motioned with his head, and I knew what to do. Falling to my knees, I took his meat in my mouth and cleaned it up. "Good faggot," he said. "But you have some more clean up to do." With that he put his foot into my wad of cum on the floor and coated it. "Lick it up, slut. Kurt says you like feet, so fucking show me," he said lifting his foot. I blushed but moved in to lick my slime from his hair feet. "You're such a dirty little faggot," he said laughing. He stepped in the goo again and repeated it over and over. "Now lick the floor clean," Jock said. I was mortified but did it anyway. I felt the tears on my cheeks as my tongue dragged over the linoleum. Afterwards Jock left without a word. What had I gotten myself into, I thought desperately. Steroids? And this muscle psycho? But I looked down and saw I was hard again. I wasn't feeling anything particularly bad from the shot, and I got up and went upstairs. "Hey, babe!" Kurt said with a smile. He was drying his hair after the shower. "Why don't you go take a shower and get dressed. I want to take my boys out for a steak dinner tonight," cheerfully. Mutely I obeyed, and an hour lately Kurt, Trevor, Alex and I were sitting at a table at the best steakhouse in town. Kurt picked out a nice pair of slacks and an expensive white linen shirt for me to wear. The restaurant was dimly lit with little lamps with shades on each table. The owner, a mustached Italian in a suit, greeted us. "I have your table ready, Kurt. Nice to see you boys again," the man said with a bit of a leer. Again? "Thanks, Gino. This is my friend, Billy." "Any friend of Kurt's is a friend of mine," he said with a warm smile and a slight bow. The place was very dark with dim lamps on white table clothes. We were seated in the back near a door "So nice to have my three favorite guys here," Kurt said beaming. He reached into a bag and handed each of us a wrapped gift. The boys bounced excitedly in their seats, looking adorable all freshly scrubbed and wearing their best clothes. Alex gasped and then hugged Kurt when he pulled out a brand new iPhone. "Thank you, Uncle Kurt!" he announced. Trevor followed suit when he pulled his iPhone out. "Thanks, daddy! You said we had to wait a year for the new ones," Trevor exclaimed with a broad smile. Kurt and I had talked about it, and we had agreed that new phones were not necessary yet. What was going on? Almost warily, I opened my gift and found a Patek Philippe wristwatch inside. It was very elegant and looked expensive. Later I looked it up and found they went for around 30 grand. What the fuck? "Kurt, this is ridiculously extravagant," I protested. "Nonsense," he said. "Read the inscription." I flipped it over and saw, "All my love, Kurt" inscribed inside. I was floored. "I just wanted to get something special for the three guys in my life. I love you all so much. Now let's order some steak!" After salad while we were waiting for the steaks, Kurt said, "Why don't you boys get under the table and say thank you for your gifts." The two boys giggled and slid under the table well hidden in the dark and by the linens. I felt a small hand on my zipper and looked at Kurt questioning. "Relax. We're safe here. Alfredo is a pedo," he said before leaning over and kissing me. Soon we were moaning as a small mouth (I had no idea which boy it was) began sucking our dicks. We enjoyed our pinot noir as out children blew us. I was with a man I adored who had just said he loved me. Gino returned and poured us more wine. "Are the boys...? he asked, nodding to the table. "Fuck yeah," Kurt said with a smile. "May I see?" Gino asked. Kurt nodded, and Gino pulled out a small flashlight which he discreetly shined into our laps. He pulled the table back a bit so he could see our spit wet cocks fuck into the boy's mouths. Alex looked up at me with twinkling eyes. "Bella!," the man sighed. I could see his crotch was getting larger. The steaks were delicious, and afterwards Gino returned. "Any room for dessert?" We all declined, but Kurt spoke up. "I think it is time for your treat, Gino. You boys ready to go give our favorite restauranter his dessert?" Trevor and Alex giggled. The scooted out of the table and followed the middle aged man inside the leather padded door. "I am sending some you both some exquisite port to enjoy while I am enjoying myself," he said with a boy holding each of his hands. "Is Gino the fifth guy who fucked Alex?" I asked breathlessly. "Fuck yeah," he said with a smile while swirling around the port in his glass. "Let's make it the first of hundreds." I hadn't put away my hard dick under the table, and those words made me shoot a gob a precum. That night when we were bathing the boys, I could see cum dribbling out of their holes. "Did you fellas have fun?" Kurt asked. "Yeah, Gino fucked us both. While he fucked one of us, the other would lick his asshole," my son said calmly. It still shocked me a bit even as it excited me. Later, Kurt and I made love. Nothing rough or dirty or nasty. He slowly fucked me while we kissed passionately. After he came, he moved down and sucked me sensuously until I shot a big load before coming back up and kissing me with the cum. Afterwards I unloaded my pent-up feelings. "Kurt, we need talk about that watch. It costs as much as a car!" "So?" Kurt said drowsily in post orgasmic bliss. "You mean the world to me. In fact, I would like you to officially become my boyfriend. I don't have a varsity jacket for you to wear, so I thought a watch would be good." "Really? You're boyfriend?" I asked like an eager little boy. "Yeah. I love being with you and sleeping with you. Obviously, we are not monogamous types, but within a select circle of friends, I want everyone to know we are boyfriends. And maybe one day we can go from a watch to a ring." Kurt kissed me deeply while gazing deep into each other's eyes. "Speaking of which," Kurt continued. "We have that pedos and pedo worshippers party tomorrow. I want everyone to meet you as my official boyfriend." "What is that party again, and how did it come about?" I asked. "Well, of course I have my pedo buddies, but over the years I discovered there is another group of men out there that are ... pedo adjacent. They are men who aren't pedos per se but totally got off servicing pedophiles. "Really?" I asked. "There are men out there who find it exciting to have sex with pedos?" "Oh, yeah," Kurt said rolling over on his side looking at me. "Many of them were molested as boys, but some were not. They just think that men who have the balls to dick little boys are the sexiest men. Thet fucking worship pedos. I have met a ton of them online. And since I am sexually into everything, I hooked up with several of them. Then I threw a party where I introduced my pedo buds --- the ones who also fuck men not just boys ---to the guys who worship pedos. I picked the most skilled ones for the event. Their enthusiasm and sexual devotion is a real rush." "Um, which one am I," I asked. Kurt smiled. "Well, you are both, aren't you? You have fucked two hairless boys and an adolescent which makes you a confirmed pedophile and hebephile, but, as we both know, you are a faggot too. Tonight, with the numbers of pedos, we need an extra worshipper. So, lucky you, you get to service pedos tonight." "Speaking of which, I have a couple of friends coming in from Pennsylvania. Chuck is an old pedo buddy of mine, and his boy Kevin is coming with him. I really shouldn't say boy because he is 16 now. I was going to let them stay in the guestroom, but I thought maybe you would let them stay in your house since you aren't really using it. "Okay, boyfriend" I said with a smile. "I love that we are boyfriends now, Kurt." "Me too, babe," Kurt said kissing my nose. "Good night." The next morning Kurt sent me to the store to pick up several trays of vegetables and hors d'vours he ordered. He had me wear a pair of flimsy shorts, and the shirt he picked for me was so tight I had difficulty putting it on. I noticed my tits were very sensitive, and I felt self-conscious for the whole trip. It didn't help that I awakened with a raging boner that never went down. Of course, Kurt rarely allowed me to wear underwear. That steroid shot must have been working because I woke up hornier than usual. Way hornier. I was so aroused I would have fucked one of the boys, but they were busy getting ready to spend the weekend at Trevor's mom's house. When I got back from the store, Kurt cock-blocked me again by having me arrange a bunch of club chairs down in the basement rec room. Next, he had me drive the boys over to his ex's place. "And no fucking them on the way," Kurt said with a laugh. The sexy bastard had ready my mind. "Also don't tell Shelly we are boyfriends. It's better to keep that on the down low. Having a heterosexual reputation makes it easier to score boy ass." I groaned and willed my boner to go down as I drove the boys across town. I was mostly presentable when Shelly opened the door. She looked startled when she saw me. "William? My goodness! I hardly recognized you," she said as the boys rushed inside. "Yeah," I said a little bashfully. "Grew a beard and worked out a bit more intensely," I explained. She eyed me and said, "You look great. Do you have time for a drink?" Oh shit! Kurt's ex was hitting on me! "Not really. I have to go. I'm having some house guests, and Kurt's having a little get together. I said I would help." "Well don't be a stranger," she said eyeing my crotch bulge. When I got back to Kurt's place, he pulled out a box and said, "I have something to put on you." The sexy stud pulled out a clear, hard plastic contraption and proceeded to fasten my smooth and flaccid four inch cock into it. "You've got to be kidding," I protested. "What the hell is this?" "It's a chastity cage," Kurt said fastening a small lock on it. "When those pedo admirers find out you're a boy fucker, they will be all over you. But your job tonight is to service not be serviced. And be sure to stay naked for the event." It was a hot July afternoon, and as arranged the pedo guests arrived first. I blushed as I answered the door stark naked save for a transparent dick cage. Kurt's uncle Chip pushed his way in smoking a cigar and looked at me like wolf. He was unshaved, and I could see and smell the sweat stains under his thick arms. "I have been thinking of violating your ass all day, faggot. That beard looks awesome on you by the way," he said with a wink. Jack, the beefy bear barber who cut out hair, arrived next with a big bowl of cheese dip. "MMM, I was wondering if you would be a worshipper or a pedo tonight," he said. He tapped my chastity cage. "Good thing you're servicing. I have wanted to fuck you since the first time I cut your hair," Jack said with a smile. Jock came next and grabbed my chin and said only, "Open." I complied, and the muscled stud spit in my mouth before warmly embracing Kurt. Part of me was insulted, but another part had my fat dick completely erect as much as it could in its confinement. Kurt was right. I am a faggot. Gino arrived next with a big dessert box and kissed me on each cheek. The last of the pedos to arrive was a couple. One was another bearded muscle stud who was maybe just a few years older than Kurt. I found him very attractive, and my cock lurched. By his side was an even handsomer teen with bright red hair who reminded me of Archie from the comics. "Hey Chuck!" Kurt boomed. "Good to see you again. And look at you Kevin! The last time I saw you, you just start wet cumming," he said hugging them. "This is Billy. He is my boyfriend, and this will be his first time at a pedo worshipper party as well." I of course blushed from my nudity, but I enjoyed how the two looked at me appreciatively. Suddenly the idea of sexually pleasuring these guys seemed wonderfully exciting. "Let me get your luggage into Billy's house. We have a secret gate between the yards in the back, so we can go back and forth buck naked." Kurt took them all outside, passed out cigars, and made drinks at a poolside bar. I brought out a tray of appetizers and finger sandwiches before going back inside to greet the arriving worshippers. Four of them arrived together in an Uber, and the others came separately. They had all been to this party before and knew the drill. There were six shopping bags with their names on it, and everyone stripped naked. The youngest appeared to be around college age and the oldest was a very handsome silver fox in his sixties with a captivating white beard. With all the "faggots" now naked, I felt less exposed and relaxed. We chatted amiably and prepared more snacks. I felt like a housewife in the fifties. Then men were all in one area, while the bitches were in the kitchen gossiping. "So, Billy. Where did Kurt find you? You're dreamy," a Hispanic man around my age said. "I live next door," I replied. "Kurt fucked my son, Alex." The guys oohed and ahhed at that. "That's Kurt for you," the silver fox said while sporting an erection with salt and pepper pubes. "That man could seduce an angel." The pedos came in from outside, and we all went downstairs to the rec room. On one end was a ping pong table, but at the other end was a half-circle of club chairs I had arranged around a sixty inch flat screen TV. Kurt moved out front and said, "Welcome you fucking perverts." We all laughed. "Most of you have been to this party before, but there are a few new faces at this event. So, to bring everyone up to speed, this is how the party works. These club chairs are for the pedos. The ottomans in front of them are for their admirers. Please don't take offense, but for simplicity sake I will refer to you guys as faggots." "Well, I AM a faggot," the Hispanic man said to everyone's laughter. Kurt continued, "The faggots are here to worship the pedos sexually in anyway the pedo wants. This timer will go off every ten minutes. When it dings, the faggots move to the man on their left.' "Pedos, those of you who aren't naked, go ahead and strip down. There is a bag next to your club chair. Faggots, pick a man and fold his clothes and put them neatly into the shopping bags," Kurt said slipping off his shorts. I folded his clothes and found myself looking in anticipation at the cocks of the men I would be servicing. Kurt's Uncle Chip was the biggest at ten inches, and I blushed when Jock caught me looking. He smirked at me and stroked his seven inches. I was especially impressed with Kevin's throbbing nine inch member. It stuck out from a field of flaming ginger pubes. He caught me looking and winked. Once everyone was nude, Kurt continued. "This party is a drug fueled event. I've selected each of you for your good looks, sexual talent, and the fact you all enjoy sex drugs. You will notice there are seven faggots and six pedos. When a faggot reaches this end, when the timer goes off, he is to play host. He will clean the ashtrays, serve drinks, and make sure that everyone including the faggots stay hydrated. The party lasts until dawn. At midnight we will take a break for an hour, swim, do more drugs, and then party on until daybreak. OK, it looks like everyone is naked, so let's get high!" On a table in the back, Kurt had arranged a table glass pipes and a long platter covered with dozens of small piles of crystal shards dosed out. "Any faggots that want a booty bump --- or any pedo for that matter. Bend over an ottoman. Billy, you are getting some meth up that sweet ass of yours." I bent over, and Kurt slid some lubed fingers up my fuckhole. Then he pushed in some crystals. Jock sidled up next to him and jabbed a needle into my glutes. "Yeah, fucker," Jock snarled. "You're not only going to get high, but roided out!" The shards up my hole burned like hell for a moment, but then a rush of pure sexual joy soon overwhelmed me. When I stood up, Kurt handed me a pipe. "Smoke this too, boy. I want you flying and nasty as fuck. Nothing like T to being out our true sexual nature." We took our drugs and soon the room was full of sweating nude men, pupils wide as saucers. "Before we begin," Kurt continued, "let's have everyone introduce themselves. Tell us your first name, how you became a pedo or a pedo lover, and let everyone know what a nasty perv you are. I'll go first.' "I'm Kurt. I'm 35 and started sexually when I was in the first grade by my sexy Uncle Chip here," he said nodding to the built construction worker. "Fuck yeah," Chip said as he stroked his ten inch dick. "And you were taking every inch of this pedo wood up your boy hole within a week. You still do sometimes," he said with a grin. Kurt smiled. "That's right. I am pansexual in that I love sex with men, women, girls, and boys .... and sexy uncles. I had my first boy when I was 15 and a camp counselor. I counseled my dick up the ass of a little tyke who came to me because he lost one of his baby teeth. I was hooked and never looked back. I was married for five years and have a sweet son named Trevor whom I love and love to fuck. This last year I started fucking my neighbor's boy, Alex, who is nine --- the same age as my boy. And a couple of weeks ago I started fucking his sexy dad, Billy, and we are now boyfriends. Want to go next, Billy?" The men clapped and took hits off the pipes. I was covered in sweat and incredibly turned on. "Hi everyone. I am Billy. I had no idea I was gay two weeks ago, and now I am getting fucked all the time by my new boyfriend, Kurt. What's more, he turned me on to boy fucking, and I love it. This has all been an incredible revelation to me. Kurt has shown me my true nature. No more women for me --- ever! I am gay, a pedo, and a faggot, and I am so turned on at the thought of servicing you child fucking studs!" The group hooted and applauded. The next guy who stood was younger but quite fit and damn cute. "Hey, everyone. I'm Tim, and I am 20. I go to the state college here in town. I have always loved older guys and especially dads. You muscle dudes are fucking hot, but I really have a thing for guys with dad bods. I started sneaking out of the house when I was 14 and hooking up with older guys. Everyone knew I wasn't 18 like I said on the hookup ap. When I was 17, I found my dream boyfriend. He was a single dad and 41. He was divorced and had a big, fat nine inch cock. I was sucking him and getting fucked by him every day. His little boy would spend every other weekend with him. One day I came over unannounced, and I found my boyfriend buried balls deep in his son. It was the hottest fucking thing I had ever seen in my life! I like totally came hands free watching. Later, he invited me fuck his boy, but I wasn't really into that. But him fucking his boy turned him into a pedo god for me. He would fuck his boy while I watched, and I would suck his dick clean.' "Unfortunately, my boyfriend went to prison. No, not for that, but for tax fraud. He gets out in a year, and I am waiting for him. Now I go to college, play baseball for State U, and am in a frat. I met Kurt two years ago and started servicing that sexy pedo! He got me to introduce my boyfriend's son to him, and now he has molested him too. Pedos are just the hottest fucking thing around. Lately Kurt has been teaching me to groom and lure young boys for him. I am proud to say, I have found him two." The audience applauded, and I looked at Kurt with awe. He saw me and shrugged with a smile. The silver fox went next. He was a distinguished looking fucker, slim, with a pure white beard. "I am Louis, and I am 61. I was started sexually in the third grade by a neighbor. Back then we kids had free range of the neighborhood. None of these damned helicopter parents flying around. My neighbor was 40 and molested me right away. I spent nearly all my free time over at his house, and soon he invited his pedo buddies over to fuck me. They made 8MM films of me. Hundreds of them. I loved it all. Pictures of me appeared in Scandinavian porno mags. I was a kiddie porn star!' "When I was eighteen, I came out as gay and moved to San Francisco. I did some legit porno vids, and then AIDS hit. I survived, obviously, and I had a series of boyfriends. None of them, however, were as exciting as the experiences I had as a little boy. I realized that a man who embraced his pedosexuality was incredibly attractive. Off the charts attractive. In the late nineties I met a man who shared with me that he was a pedophile. We fell in love. That's when we started our underground kiddie porn business. Boymeat Productions is the number one pedo producer in the US and is the number one choice online at PedoZone. It's the perfect combination. I get the most pleasure by pleasing pedophiles. Over the years, I have serviced hundreds of pedos, and my husband has fucked the boys. Our marriage is perfect. I have flash drives with the latest films for everyone. Remember to only play them on air gapped computers and keep them encrypted.' "I am always on the look out for new talent, boys and men. So let me know if you have any leads. I met Kurt here through my barber, Jack. Jack is my number one movie director now. My favorite thing to do is suck of pedophiles while they watch Man- boy sex on the screen." Next the Hispanic man spoke. He had an average build and a kind face. His dick was meaty, uncut, and hard. "I am Miguel, and I was raised in Cosa Rica. I am 44. My uncle started me right before I started school. He was what we called an Hombre Hombre. A man's man. He was so sexual and masculine and strong that everyone knew he had a right to fuck anything he wanted. And he did, including my little boy ass and mouth. I adore him. Kurt met him on a trip to Costa Rica, and my uncle told him about me. I am so glad he did. I have spent many a happy hour sucking and getting fucked by Kurt while he told me all of his pedo adventures. I will happily please and service all of you Hombre Hombres tonight." After the applause, Kurt's uncle Chip stood up. He was sweating like a pig, and his big ten inch boy buster hung a soft five fat inches. He put his cigar down and scratched a wet pit. I could tell he was seriously fucked up. "I am Chip. I am 52. It was such a big deal when I came out as gay to my family back in the day . Nobody believed it because I was so masculine and muscular. My older sister, Kurt's mom, was the only one who was cool with it. Of course after marrying Kurt's dad, she had become this hippy chick. They were nudists, and the house was full of kids -- theirs and others -- running around bareassed. When I saw little Kurt naked with his bald little cocklet, I fell for him hard. I jerked off for weeks fantasizing about fucking him. Finally, I did, and it was as good for him as for me as I stretched out his tight hole. He had just started elementary school and couldn't even get my dickhead all the way in his mouth, but it sure worked in his ass. When Kurt was ten, his parents moved into this commune upstate. Kurt wanted to stay with me, and they were cool with it.' "I raised him until he went off to college. By that time, he was a champion cocksucker. Of course, I raised him to be a pedosexual. Kurt was so handsome and so magnetic, that EVERYONE wanted a piece of him. Men, women, girls, boys. And he fucked most of them." Everyone laughed and Kurt grinned. Chip stroked his ten incher until hard. "I've had sex with at least a thousand guys. I love fucking ass and being serviced. Boys are my favorite, but every time I come here, I am treated like a pedo king by you guys." My mouth literally watered looking at his meat. My house guest spoke next. "My name is Chuck Pounder, and I met my buddy Kurt through a good friend of mine in Key West named Pappa Dan. I can see that some of you know this fine, perverted gentleman. Well, Kurt and I became buddies, and we both got to spend some quality time with my boy here, Kevin." With that he put his hand on the ginger lad's bare shoulder. The teen looked up at him affectionately. "I met Kevin through his older brother, Andy. I started Andy sexually at 14 when I sucked his dick and licked his ass. At the time he thought he was straight. Three years later when Andy's little nine year old brother said he was gay, Andy generously thought of me. He felt I had given him so much pleasure that his hairless little brother deserved some loving too. I eagerly said yes." The group laughed and cheered. "I did more than suck Kevin, though. I took the single digit boy's cherry. I was crazy for the kid. When I first me Kurt down in Florida, I was fucking Kev while Kurt here was sucking his hairless eleven year old cock. The lucky bastard was the first guy to get my boy's sperm. Kevin lived in my neighborhood, and his single mom remarried when he was 13. Being your typical teen, there was lots of screaming and fighting at the hated stepdad. Kev spent most of the time at my place. A year later covid started, and Kev's mom and her husband moved to Hilton Head. She gave me power of attorney, and Kevin moved in for good. I am a confirmed and dedicated pedophile, but I have to say I fell in love with this young man here. We're going to be together for life." Everyone awwwed and clapped. Next the ginger teen with washboard abs and a massive piece of fuckmeat stood up. "Hi, I'm Kevin Peterson. You just met my daddy, Chuck. Damn, I love that man too. That he loved me through my awkward teen years --- braces, acne, shitty attitude --- is amazing. So why am I in the pedo group? Well, I am a running back for my high school team, the Wildcats, at Blu Kennedy High. I am also a mentor to some underprivileged boys. With Chuck's encouragement, we brought this adorable second grader to our bed. Damn! It was so fucking hot. I sucked that little smooth boy to his first dry cum, and second, and third, and fourth...." The group laughed and the ginger stud grinned. "I am an emancipated teen now. My mom knows I am gay and probably knows that Chuck and I are lovers. Chuck and I are going to get married when I am eighteen, and we are going to raise a house full of boys. And by raise, I mean not only love and protect them, but also fuck them morning, noon, and night! Until then we have two of my mentees to look after and have fun with." The guys cheered. The next fellow up was a thin, pleasant looking man. "Hey all. I am Kenneth, and I am 30. Just so you know, I am a total cocksucker. I don't really get fucked, but I know I am an Olympian when it comes to sucking dick. I am one of those guys from the age of about 8 on who desperately wanted a man to have sex with me. I tried for years to get guys interested. When I was twelve, I would ride my bike around just wearing a speedo. I could see gay sex on the computer, and I longed for a man to use me like that. When I discovered what a pedophile was, I knew I wanted one. I am so jealous of all you guys who had a man when you were a boy. But no such luck. I had to wait until 16 to suck my first dick, and he was another classmate.' "I have sucked countless dicks now, and that is how I met Kurt. I was at Mike Dozier Park, and I can tell from your knowing nods that you know what a great cruising park it is. One summer day about three years ago, I saw Kurt and Trevor having a picnic. I was totally drawn to Kurt. He saw me looking and smiled and nodded. He was holding little Trevor on his lap, and then I saw him put his hand down his pants. He was playing with his dick and licking his ear! Oh man! I got so hard!' "He motioned me over, and he pulled out his beautiful cock. I was worried about his boy seeing it, and he said, `He won't mind, suck me.' I did, and that cute little fucker watched with interest. Then Kurt pulls his son's shorts off and starts sucking him! Man! I came hands free but kept sucking Kurt. Covid has fucked things up, but in the last few months, I've reconnected with Kurt and have watched him fuck and suck his boy numerous times while I suck or rim him. I still love sucking dicks of all guys, but sucking pedos is like taking a hit of meth!" The next guy was interesting because he was completely hairless from the neck down. His body was tight and lightly muscled. He surprised me when he fell to his knees in front of us. "Hello, Sirs. My name is pig, and I am 38. I'm an orphan and was raised in foster care. When I was ten, I ran away from my latest indifferent household. I found myself on the streets of the city. Then a miracle happened. A man in a black leather trench coat found me. He was fifty and brought me home with him. I had just learned multiplication and was amazed he was five times older than me.' "This man was no ordinary man. He was a Master. He introduced me to the dark world of sex and pain. He trained me to be his boy sex slave and told me that he owned me. He gave me the name pig, and I honestly cannot remember my given name. I came to worship him and became his devoted body slave. As I got older, I helped him satisfy his pedophile urges by, um, procuring boys for him to use .... and abuse. I was his servant, fuck toy, pain meat, urinal, and property. Last year he died of cancer, and I am bereft. Kurt was a friend of my Master, and I looked him up after my Lord passed. I am looking for a new Master to own me. While I am not a pedophile, I know that only serving a pedo Master will do for me." The room was silent for a moment, but then we applauded. I remember Chip saying, "Hell yeah!" Dear reader, please forgive my narration of the story from this point on. The drugs were consuming me, and it has fucked with my memory. All I can remember is bits and pieces of the remaining guys talking. Jack got up and made everyone laugh shaking his big but firm and sexy belly. He said he brought his latest kiddie porn project for us to watch. Jock talked about his new sports center and urged everyone to join. I distinctly remember him saying he liked it rough, and if anyone liked that way, we should ask him to say, "Slap my face, please." All I can remember about the restaurant owner Gino was that he was married with two daughters but liked to fuck little boys secretly on the side. He also said he loved to be serviced while watching Man boy porn. Then the sex started! Man, the party lasted fifteen hours, but the drugs made it feel like just a couple. I sucked every pedo in the room and licked each of their asses. But the main interest for the pervs was my bubble butt. Kurt was so right. The meth reduced me to my basest nature. I couldn't touch my caged dick, but that was fine. Chip's big ten inch monster made me anally cum several times. The drugs turned my prostate into an electric socket. Of course, I asked Jock to slap me, and he did over and over along with spitting gobs on my face. When it was my turn to serve everyone water and clean up, both he and Chip used me as their urinal. The chem piss was nasty as fuck, but it only made me fly higher ---- and lower! Kurt had shown me a nice selection of kiddie porn before, but the selections shown that night were amazing in the depravity and sexiness! Since I was mostly being fucked, I would watch the big flat screen with awe as my caged dick dripped copious penis tears to the floor. I was shocked and excited when I heard the guys exclaim, "Fuck yeah" and "hell yeah!" as I appeared on the screen fucking my innocent little boy. There were silent clips of a 8mm movies transferred to digital taken of Louis when he was a tyke in the Sixties. One memorable clip had him in an inflatable kiddie pool surrounded by pedos pissing on him. The little slut obediently tried to taste them all. As if to relive that moment, one of the Boymeat Productions reproduced a new version in color with sound. The little boy drank pints of their piss until his flat hairless belly bloated, and his hairless dickie dry cummed over and over. The video had the charming title Urinal Cunt. I loved it when Kurt fucked me. He would whisper in the ear how I was the hottest sub in the room. To my surprise, I found the ginger teen Kevin's dick to be a perfect fit. He fucked with that youthful enthusiasm of a stud just past puberty. I took twisted pride that he came four times in my ass but not in anyone else. I was delighted that he and Chuck, who loved me to choke me on his pedo hog, were going to be house guests for the next few days. At midnight we all went upstairs and jumped into the cool pool water. We drank big glasses of water and Gatorade and enjoyed the fresh night air. Kurt surprised me by unlocking my cage. When he pulled me into the water and started beating me off, I nearly died from the pleasure. He kissed me deeply and whispered in my ear, "I love you, boy." Then I came right there, underwater. "I think you have earned the right to be serviced like the pedo you are," Kurt said. "Sound good?" "Fuck yeah, Kurt. Damn, I love you too!" He smiled and Jack swam over to join us. "You wanted to chat, Kurt?" the hunky bear inquired floating on a tube. "Yeah. We have been training this barely turned fourteen year old to be an incredible cocksucker. He is really talented. Throats dick like a pro. His dad is in prison, and his mom is in financial straits. Think you could give him work in your films?" Kurt asked. The audacious nastiness of the question had me boning again. I slowly jacked my tingling dick under the water. "Is he cute?" Jack asked. "Very. The cutest seventh grader in this town," Kurt replied. "I would love to audition him. I have these 4 black guys hung like mules that LOVE to choke young teens on their cocks." "Excellent!" The party continued, but this time I got to sit in a club chair and be serviced. We all did another round of drugs, and my dick experienced a level of pleasure I had never felt before. These pedo worshippers were extremely talented! pig tongued my hole so well I came from just that! Sitting in the club chair next to me was Kevin, and we chatted while being blown. "Your son in a little cutie," Kevin said as Tim went down on his steely nine inches. "Thanks," I said shivering as Kenneth tongued my balls. Kurt says you are going abroad soon. Chuck and I have rented a big lake house upstate. You two should join us and meet our boys. They are younger than your boys, but they really enjoy the pedo sex." "I would love that," I exclaimed. "And when Alex and Trevor come back tomorrow, I would love you to meet them." The sexy ginger teen smiled and arched his eyebrows. "You offering to let me fuck your son, Billy?" "Fuck yeah I am!" I replied. "Fuck him like a cheap whore in both of his holes!" I responded. The sixteen year old smiled and pushed the pedo worshipper all the way down on his tool. "I think this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship, Billy!" Then we both shot our loads.