Date: Sun, 16 Jul 2023 04:29:15 +0000 From: Mr Bunns Subject: Bryan's Birthday Bonanza: Chapter 3 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction containing graphic depictions of sex between minor boys and men. If this story offends you, if you are underage, or if this type of story is illegal where you live then please do not continue on any further. While writing is its own reward, this old man would love to hear some input from all of you. Please address all of your responses to mrbunns@yandex.com. Suggestions are welcome, flames will be ignored, and words of praises will be put in a picture frame to be hung on my living room wall. I'm just vain that way. Also, don't forget to show your love and support to Nifty by donating to them. They're a fine lot who's helped authors to reach a wider audience, so it would be great if this time around we give them a helping hand. More info can be found at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Author's Note: This story was written in collaboration with and as a companion piece to Graphmuse's excellent "Watching the Boys" series, specifically the sequel series which you can also read here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/watching-the-boys/. While it's not necessary to read through it to understand the events, it might help provide readers greater appreciation of the story as a whole. Plus, it's just so friggin' hot! ____________________________________________________ For Graphmuse. Bryan's Birthday Bonanza Chapter 3 - The Basement "UNNNHHHH!! HUNNNGHHHH!! UNNGHHH!! UHHHHHH!!" Ollie scrunched his brow with his eyes closed. He strained and strained to get his ass to relax. It was awkward for the boy to balance over the chair while pushing down as hard as possible. He was no quitter though. He will get this massive cock up his pooper if it was the last thing he would do! "Yeah! Go, Ollie!" Kevin cheered him on. "You got this, poindexter!" Liam's voice rang in his ears. Ollie could hear the men and boys' voices joining in a rousing cheer. Heat rose to his face making him feel a little light-headed. His eyes fluttered open as he tasted sweat on his lips. A circle of naked black men, Latino men, and lily-white young boys surrounded him. He was one of the four boys at the center of their attention. Each of the four boys squatted over a muscular black or Latino man sitting on a chair. The game was to be the first to sit on a man's dick completely. They started with eight man-boy pairings, and now they were down to four. Ollie continued to strain as he surveyed the competition. Bryan was to his right squatting over Donnel. He had several inches of the handsome black teen's shaft up his butt. He only had a few more inches to go before it was fully buried in his guts. The birthday boy looked relaxed and confident. He even gave the audience a cocky smirk while smacking his lips. Ollie had a feeling he has done this depraved act hundreds of times before. Jeffy was on the chair right beside him. He was with the chef, or rather Donnel's uncle Jamal, working on his big black cock. The wavy-haired boy also looked experienced. He was very close to having the entire length up his rear. He grunted as he sank ever lower. The look on his face was one of pure bliss. Jeffy looked like he cared less about the contest and more about the cock. Ollie couldn't blame him. Just looking at the thick thing made his hole feel itchy. Mark was the last of them. He squatted over Flavio on the chair next to Bryan's. Ollie could see that the small bowl-cut blondie was not having an easy time. He moaned and groaned while straining over the cock stuck up his pooper. Mark was sweating bullets. His small body shook and shuddered. Yet no matter how hard he tried he only got less than a quarter of Flavio inside of him. The frustration on his cute round mug was obvious. He seemed to have lost all drive to win the challenge. "You're doing good, bwoy," came a voice from behind. Ollie craned his neck to grin at the owner of the cock he was straining against. The dreadlocked man with a muscular build and thick Jamaican accent was Rashaun. Ollie loved the way he sang praises. Even when he knew Rashaun praised every boy in the room who took a ride on his cock. Somehow the man just knew how to make a boy feel special. Rashaun cooed in a soft and gentle tone. "That's it... let me in bwoy," he sighed when Ollie relaxed his butt. "Ooooohhhh," Ollie moaned. Rashaun's fat cock snaked inside of him. He felt so full, yet so satisfied. A sense of pride welled up inside his chest. A delicious tingling rose from the base of his hard stalk. A cheer erupted from the crowd when Ollie felt Rashaun's bushy pubes against his cheeks. He sighed before collapsing against the black man's chest. He then turned his head weakly to regard the crowd. All of his naked friends and classmates as well as their equally new adult friends applauded his efforts. He gave a weak smile before raising a weak fist in response. The cheer became uproarious. Ollie felt so happy basking in his newfound fame. Ollie then heard Mark sigh in defeat. "Awww fuck..." the little blonde boy said. The way he breathed the words sounded more like a moan of lust. The bowl-cut imp looked at him with a weary smile. He seemed to graciously acknowledge his defeat. This might be one for the books! Ollie couldn't remember the last time Mark had accepted a loss without plotting some kind of revenge down the line. Was that also a look of respect he saw on his cute round face? He then saw Flavio rubbing Mark's damp, smooth alabaster back with his large hand. "It's alright, sweet gatinho. Losing is just part of the game," he heard Flavio coo, "But don't be sad! Flavio still has a prize for you!" Ollie saw the Brazilian man placing his large hands on Mark's shoulders. He pushed down on the little blonde boy to shove his shaft into him in one go. The nine-year-old's mouth and eyes opened wide. He looked as if he was about to take a very big sneeze. "AOOOHHHHH!! AWWWHHHHH!!! FFFUUUUUUUCKKK!! HNNNNHHH!" he groaned out loud. Mark's slim little pecker danced like crazy when he bottomed out. His tortured moans stopped as soon as he did. Ollie saw Mark rolling out his tongue like a bitch in heat instead. "Hnnnghh! Hmmmmh, hnnnnhhh!" the little boy groaned to savor the sweet torture. He gyrated his hips while resting on the man's lap. To Ollie, he looked like he was savoring the dick that was scrambling his insides. "Come, gatinho!" the Brazilian man announced, "It's time for your prize!" He then rose from his chair with Mark still impaled on his cock. "Unnnnhhh, yyyeeeaahhhhh," the little boy whimpered. Ollie saw Flavio hold him close with one hand. His other hand stroked the little blonde boy's tiny stiffie. Then he carried Mark away with him. The man's large steps took the pair off to the door of a partitioned area at the far end of the basement. Ollie saw Mark weakly smile and wink at him while Flavio was carrying him. The pair then turned and disappeared behind the partitions. Ollie thought Mark looked like he didn't just lose a round of the perverted musical chairs game. If anything, the blonde cherub looked like he was on the winning end. An older black gentleman then stepped into the circle. "Okay boys, dismount! It's time for the final round!" he announced. Ollie recognized him as Doctor Reed. The good doctor had introduced himself and his cock earlier. The man was not exactly in the prime of his life anymore. Still, Ollie thought he was no slouch in all the places that counted. The elderly brown man was very much as fit and muscular as the rest of the crew. And that beautiful cock of his! Ollie remembered how he nearly passed out when he rode Doctor Reed's magnificent black stallion! He would've hurt himself had Donnel not been there to give him a hand. Ollie signed and relaxed his ass. He slowly, laboriously climbed off of Rashaun's lovely black fuck stick. He felt a little lightheaded. The constant tingling from the cock teasing his sweet spot made him weak in the knees. His wobbly legs made him lose his footing, and Donnel came to his rescue once again. The handsome black teen caught him mid-fall. From the way he caught him, it looked like they were recreating Bryan and Kevin's tango dip from yesterday. Ollie smirked at that. The irony was not lost on him. "Whoa there, Lil Gee!" the young teen grinned at him. "You sure you can go on?" he added while helping Ollie to his feet. "Yah," Ollie panted. He then looked up at Donnel with a wide smile. "I wanna win it for you, Donnel!" the boy could feel himself blushing as he spoke. A round of whistles and catcalling rose from the crowd of boys and men. He was well aware they were teasing him and Donnel over what he just said. Oliver could feel the heat on his face growing. He must've looked as red as a tomato right now! He glanced over to Donnel and saw the teen not too bothered by it. The teen just smiled at the good-natured joshing while giving the audience a kind of 'aww shaddap' look. He then lovingly petted the boy's once neatly combed hair. "That's real gangsta', Lil' Gee," he grinned at Ollie. "Yeah Ollie, that's real cool," Bryan's voice caught his attention. Ollie saw that the birthday boy was as naked and drenched in sweat as he was. Something about the way he smiled reminded Ollie of Papa. It was the same kind of genuine proud smile his father would show him whenever he came home with straight As. Of course, Bryan had that naughty twinkle in his eyes as well. The mischievous imp seemed to delight in how eager Ollie was to have his butt stuffed full of cock yet again. "Too bad Rashaun and I are gonna win it, though!" he announced in his familiar cocky manner. Jeffy was quick to snap back. "No way! Me and Daddy J are gonna cream ya!" came the wavy-haired boy's hot retort at Bryan. This competitive side was a new side of Jeffy that Ollie had never seen before. In fact, this whole birthday party weekend showed him plenty of his friends and classmates' sides he had never seen before. All the wild and unpredictable sides that they never knew existed in them were now out in the open. They were practically waving them about with pride, and he was no exception. Ollie then heard Uncle Jamal chuckle at their back and forth. "Now boys, follow the rules," his deep sexy baritone cut through the chatter. Ollie turned to see Doctor Reed approach Donnel's muscular uncle on his right. The doctor then handed the man a jagged milky white nugget. He recognized the strange little stone now as a 'kryptonite'. The stones were the very same thing that Donnel had shoved up his and Kevin's asses earlier by the pool. These curious little things were the ones responsible for his appetite for big black dicks. Or maybe he's had them long before, and they were just there to seal the deal. Regardless, Uncle Jamal went on. "No calling dibs, and you work who you got when the music stops," the muscular black man smiled while beckoning Jeffy over to him. The wavy-haired boy then happily bent over his lap. Ollie saw him licking his lips when Jamal took aim and shoved the white shard up his wet butt hole. The nugget vanished in an instant while the wavy-haired boy whined with delight. Ollie could see his classmate's hard cocklet twitching violently. There's no doubt he was enjoying the searing heat rising from his hole right now. Next, it was Rashaun's turn to bend Bryan over his lap. The good Doctor dutifully handed the smiling Jamaican man a nugget. Rashaun then patted his lap for Bryan to climb aboard. The brown-haired fiend grinned the same cheeky grin as before. Ollie saw him obediently clambering across Rashaun's powerful thighs. There was a hunger in his eyes as he eyeballed the man's beautiful big black cock. It was no mystery to Ollie why he was laying still while the big black man parted his tanned butt cheeks with one big hand. "Yeah, yeah, we get it, Daddy J! And whoever bottoms out last is out...UNNGH!" Bryan ended his sassy retort with a grunt. Rashaun had shoved three fingers along with the nugget into his "bussy" or "boypussy". That was a funny new term the birthday boy had taught Ollie. The very same birthday boy who now gave him a sly grin while gasping, "Still...gonna win it, though!" Oliver replied with a confident grin. "NNNGHH! Not, not if I can help it," he gasped and spoke at the same time. Donnel had helpfully bent him over his lap. His familiar fingers rubbed the walls of Ollie's rectum with the kryptonite. The nugget always felt so much larger than it looked inside his anus. Thankfully they were quick to dissolve. Donnel then helped him back up on his feet. The hot searing pain caused Ollie to gasp and cough. He held still until it turned into the more delightful delicious warmth in his belly. His cock was hard as a rock the whole time. Donnel then patted a silent encouragement on his back. He smiled before looking back at his two naked opponents. Jeffy and Bryan were also back on their feet. They looked confident that they'd win. He gulped down hard. He knew he needed to give it his all if he wanted to win. His resolve must've shown on his face since some of his friends called him out on it. "Woo! Check out the balls on Poindexter!" Liam chided playfully. "Yeah! And they're tiny too!" Kaden grinned mischievously. He let out an "Oof!" when Kevin gently elbowed him in the ribs. Ollie then saw Kaden give the annoyed tall boy a confused look and added, "What? It's true!" Philly then cheered from among the onlooking crowd. "Don't listen to them, Ollie! Just do your thing!" his voice rang loud in Ollie's ears. "You gotta win this, Bry!" Trevor shouted and clapped for his best pal. The atmosphere was charged with excitement. More cheers erupted from all around the circle. Hands clapped in excitement as all twenty or so boys egged the three brave challengers on. "Go Jeffy!" "You can do it!" "Last round, poindexter!" "Show that dick who's boss!" Ollie could feel his heart thumping in his chest. He knew Bryan and Jeffy were far more experienced than he was. The warm tingling in his butt though was driving him wild. That, and knowing Donnel was watching, gave him the extra boost of confidence. He knew he could win this! No, he had to win! He had to win it all for Donnel! The three sweaty, naked nine and ten-year-old boys put their game faces on. They took their positions in front of each man. Ollie could see Jamal, Rashaun, and Donnel's dicks hard and ready. All of them glistened with the mix of lube and assjuices of the boys that came before them. The boy then looked at Bryan and Jeffy. Just like him, both boys were hard and eager to start the next round. "Ready, boys?" Doctor Reed called out. "Yeah!" all three of them shouted almost in unison. "Ready, men?" the elderly black gentleman called once more. "Ready!" "Word!" "Ya mon!" came Jamal, Donnel, and Rashaun's reply. All three muscular black men lounged back in their sturdy wooden chairs. Their massive cocks drooled with anticipation. "Aaaaaand cue music!" the good doctor pointed at another naked muscular black man. The man in turn picked up the remote to the home entertainment unit. He then pressed the play button while pointing it at the sound system. The moment he did, the sounds of a young boy being vigorously violated flooded the room. "AAAGHH!! AHHHH!! AHHGGAAAHHH!! AHHHH!" his soprano whimpers blared through the speakers. Everyone present wore a knowing smirk. Every cock rose to life with each note of the 'music'. Some of the naked boys were visibly fondling themselves. Others were more than happy to rely on their adult companions to do the job. "That's a classic," Doctor Reed grinned. The elderly man licked his lips with longing. His large black hand nursed his giant erection. For his part, Ollie felt his cocklet twitch hard. He knew that voice coming from the speakers. They belonged to the birthday boy standing in front of him. It was a sound clip from 'B's Cherry', the hardcore porn starring Bryan and the six burly black men who deflowered him. He remembered being mesmerized watching the video on the projector screen when they first got down into the basement. The muscular black men were such a contrast to Bryan's then-pale, scrawny complexion. Ollie remembered them bending his friend around like he was a twist tie. He looked so small when pressed against their muscular black torsos. Ollie recalled all twenty-five of his friends and classmates sat there in the darkened basement watching in stunned silence. The Bryan in the video looked like he was panicking at first. The more the men fucked him though, the more he looked like he was enjoying it. The camera then showed that one of the men pounding Bryan's ass in the film was none other than Doctor Reed. That was when Ollie realized that all six of the men who had stolen Bryan's precious cherry were right there lounging with them in the living room den. Every single one of the six men, along with others not in the starring role, now had a boy or three in their embrace. They were pinching their teats, cupping their balls, and stroking their hard cocklets. While the men in the video pounded Bryan without mercy, the boys watching it were openly molested by every man in the room. Soon twenty-five soprano yips and yelps joined Bryan's high-pitched wails coming from the surround sound speakers. Ollie too joined them when Rashaun embraced him and took him down onto the carpet. While splooge dripped from every orifice of Brian's body on-screen, Ollie's ordeals had just begun. "Alright boys, start marching!" Doctor Reed's command brought Ollie's attention back to the contest. On his mark, Oliver, Bryan, and Jeffy started walking in circles in front of the three seated men. Their clockwise path was accompanied by the soundtrack of hardcore Bryan porn. Bryan in particular had a rather cocky gait marching to the tune of his deflowering. He grinned at all of his naked, erect, sweaty friends and classmates watching the game. They all laughed at his antics. Some gave him high fives as he walked by. Others gave him a friendly smack on his butt. Ollie saw Bryan shake his buns to tease and delight everyone present even more. "UNNNNGHHH!! UNNNNHHMMM!! SLAP SLAP SLAP! MMMPHHMMMM!! MMMMMHHHHHH! SLAP SLAP SLAP! HMMMMMHHMHHMMM!! MMMPHHMMM!! SLAP SLAP SLAP!" Despite the complete lack of visuals, Ollie remembered this part of the 'music' very well. He could still see it clearly in his head. Bryan was on his knees. A massive black cock rammed down his throat. Another black cock pumped in and out of his ass. Two more were aimed at his face, the birthday boy stroking them with one hand each. The close-ups showed a look of pure bliss on Bryan's face. He was closing his eyes to enjoy the relentless assault. The four men had twisted him around in rapid succession to better violate the boy. Ollie clearly remembered this part. After all, he came hard watching that part while Donnel was fucking him up his ass. "HAAMMMHHMM!! MMMPHAAAH!! FUCK ME! FUCK M-" The sound suddenly stopped. For a second Ollie forgot what he was supposed to do when the audio cut off. Bryan and Jeffy though did not. Ollie saw them already scrambling onto their man's lap. He looked around and realized that he was left standing in front of Donnel completely by pure chance. The panic was gone in an instant. The smiling handsome black teen looked at him invitingly. Ollie didn't waste any more time. He rushed over to Donnel and climbed onto his lap. Face to face with the apple of his eye, Ollie felt bold and encouraged. He squares on the chair and parted his cheeks with both hands. He then lowered himself down onto the drooling hard cock below. The pressure of Donnel's familiar large knob made his hole itch. He needed his cock, competition be damned! "HNNGH!" "AHHH!" "GNNNGHH!" All three boys let out a loud grunt as they once again slid down their man's massive pole. Donnel stroked Ollie's chest with one hand while he gripped his cock with the other. He could feel his heart beating fast. Dollops of sweat rolled down his forehead. Ollie strained and strained against the massive pole of black meat. The more he did, the more the flesh tube filled up his guts. His dick twitched like crazy. The itch in his ass was getting unbearable. He needed Donnel's cock so badly! Not just to take home the win but to fill the hunger growing in his belly! He was so sure that he was going to win too! That's why he did not expect Doctor Reed's announcement to come so quickly. "That's one for Bryan!" the man's voice rang in his ears. "And that's two for Jeffy!" he heard him again. "That's it, folks! We've got our winners!" Doctor Reed announced the official results. Ollie couldn't help but feel a twang of disappointment. He was so close! He was sure he got most of Donnel inside of him! He could practically feel the tips of Donnel's bushy pubes tickling the mounds of his ass cheek. Ollie looked up at the handsome teen with a rather apologetic look. "I'm sorry," he let out a soft sigh. Despite not being declared a winner, Ollie still felt like he won his trophy. He gyrated his hips to savor the cock up his pooper. Donnel's dick throbbed hard against his sweet spot. It sent a shiver down his spine. "Chill, Lil' Gee," Donnel smiled at him. "Big F said it best," he added in a low sexy tone, "Losing is just part of the game. Maybe even the best part." Ollie felt Donnel's arms wrapped around him. The teenager hugged him close before he started to push him down. Ollie could feel himself bottoming out on Donnel's cock. The teen's bushy pubes were squished between his pale buttocks. It felt so ticklish and paired so well with the fullness in his tummy. Ollie let out an involuntary whine into Donnel's ears. The itch in his ass was becoming more intense. "Now," Donnel said with a sly smile, "What say I give you your consolation prize?" Ollie could only moan in response. "Hnnnnghh, uhhhh huhhhh," he whimpered and eagerly nodded. He could feel Donnel holding him tighter while standing up from his chair. Then he started walking with Ollie still impaled on his cock. The bounce in his step made Ollie bounce onto his cock as well. Ollie wrapped his legs around Donnel's waist. The massive black cock poked his sweet spot every time Donnel took a step forward. It felt so good! "Unnnhh unnghh g-good game, Ollie," Bryan's soft whimpers caught his attention. Ollie looked down over Donnel's right shoulder. He saw the birthday boy raising a weary thumb as the pair walked on by. Ollie flashed him a knowing smile. Despite the workout he got, the kissing fiend was already right back at it. Right now he was bent over a low table by a couch. said as the pair walked past. Uncle Jamal was right behind him, fucking his perky tanned ass silly. "Play...AHH! Again ssssooon? Nnnnghh, nnnghh!" Jeffy moaned. He was right beside his best friend on the couch. The wavy-haired boy squatted over Rashaun's lap facing away from the smiling Jamaican man. He gyrated his hips on Rashaun's lap, bouncing on his thick dick with glee. "Imma, ungh, win, nnnh, next time," Ollie called back to his classmate over Donnel's shoulder. Donnel's cock continued to ram in and out of his butt while they walked the whole way. The itch in Ollie's ass only intensified even more. It's starting to muscle in on all of the boy's attention. Ollie vaguely heard Doctor Reed chuckle somewhere behind them. "Another happy couple," his signature deep voice boomed before adding, "Now, who's up for the next round?" A chorus of unbroken voices singing "Me!" "No, me!" "My turn!" "I do!" broke out while Ollie and Donnel left them behind. Oliver rested his cheek on Donnel's shoulder. He sighed as he savored both the cock in his guts and the naughty atmosphere of the basement. Uncle Jamal, who turned out to be less a chef and more a second dad for Bryan, had promised birthday games to liven up the celebration. Ollie had his suspicions. After everything that happened in the pool, he knew not to expect a family-friendly version of the birthday games. His suspicions were proven right. The moment Ollie and his friends recovered from their second impromptu orgy while watching "B's Cherry", the men herded them to one corner of the large basement and present them with the perverse version of Musical Chair he almost won. However, that wasn't what surprised Ollie the most. No, what surprised him the most was how easy it was for his pals to take to the perverse games. Take the setup for Pin the Tail on the Donkey for example. Three naked boys willingly bent over a couch, playing the role of 'donkeys'. A blindfolded black muscular man was behind them, his long curved cock playing the 'tail'. Ollie then saw a dark-haired boy tying a piece of paper around the circumference of the man's dick. He was a kid Bryan hung out with at the playground, and the paper he carried had a boy's name on it. Bryan's friend then guided the man to the three boys bent over the couch. The man promptly shoved his dick into every one of them very hard. Each boy squealed with delight when he did. They would push back against the invading cock and groan in frustration whenever the man went over to the next boy. The man repeated this over and over again until he was lodged in the second boy again. He then called out the name of the boy his dick was shoved into. Bryan's friend told the man to remove his blindfold and revealed that his guess matched the name on the paper. The porked boy smiled in triumph. He relished the black man who went on to carry him away and fuck him silly. His little body flailed as the man violated his prize. On another couch, right beside the previous one, was a pervert's version of Bobbing for Apples. Four boys knelt with their hands tied behind their backs in front of four men sporting massive erections. Each boy ranging from nine to ten-year-olds had their mouth clamped on their man's cocks. Ollie saw they each strain hard to swallow the entire length of the men's raging hard-ons. The boys' heads looked like the pistons of an engine as they went up and down on the thick shafts. Each one seemed to go faster than the other, coaxing the hissing and grunting men to cum in their mouths. One nine-year-old boy, who was smaller than the rest, got the surprise of a lifetime. His man's large hands pushed the back of his head down onto his hairy crotch. The boy smooshed his cute little button nose against the man's bushy pubes over and over again. Ollie didn't hear the kid raise a single peep in protest. In fact, the small boy looked rather calm and closed his eyes to concentrate on the dick in his gullet. The man then arched his back while pressing the boy's face down onto his loins. Ollie saw the boy's tiny Adam's apple bob up and down, quite visibly gulping down load after load of thick man batter down his small throat. The little nine-year-old then pulled off the man's shaft and opened his mouth. Both Ollie and his man could see that he had swallowed all of the man's cum. The smiling boy was immediately declared the winner of that round. He was positively beaming when his man scooped him off the floor. The boy placed his small hands on the man's cheeks. The man grinned at him before ramming his tongue into the little one's mouth. Ollie couldn't help but wonder if the man could taste his own cum in the nine-year-old's mouth. In another corner of the rec room was a lively deviation of Red Light, Green Light. One tall skinny boy faced the wall before suddenly turning to call `red light'. A group of men of various ages, sizes, and skin colors froze in place when he did. Some of the men weren't as good at pretending to be statues. The giggling boy called out five of them who were blinking or wobbling while frozen in place. They looked a bit disappointed but dutifully went back to the line of naked men waiting for their turns. All but the last three were eliminated. The lucky few cleared the distance and tagged the boy on his back. The boy turned to them with barely contained excitement. One of the men claimed him by pushing him down on his hands and knees. He then drove his massive cock down his winking bussy. A second man joined in and shoved his long cock down the skinny kid's throat. The third man got under the boy and devoured his throbbing little cocklet. The kid's face was pure bliss as the men's lust shook his hairless little body like a ragdoll. A skinny brown-haired boy then took the previous boy's place. He nervously looked at a group of nine men licking their lips at him. He then called the first green light before calling a red light. The boy gawked in terror. All nine of the men already cleared a good distance on his first call. They were good too. Not a single one wobbled or blinked until the boy nervously called the next green light. He didn't have time to call out the next Red Light when all nine men cleared the final stretch. They all pounced and rolled around with the boy on the floor. The poor kid was immediately smothered by their far larger bodies. Nine massive cocks were shoved into every orifice on the boy's body. The boy's squeals were a mix of excitement and terror. His tiny limbs were the only things Ollie could see amidst the undulating pile of muscular naked bodies. There were more games like that happening around the basement. Ollie also noticed there were more and more men participating in the games. Far more than the initial eight who led him and his twenty-four friends and schoolmates down to the basement earlier. Had more adult men been coming in? Did they not notice because they were too busy having fun? Donnel's dick pressing against his sweet spot made him push those thoughts aside for now. The handsome teen had carried him past the threshold of what the men and boys dubbed 'The Love Nest'. It was a large partitioned area that was normally used as an indoor gym. The floor was covered with a very thick, brown shag carpeting. The walls were lined with wall-to-wall mirrors. All of the gym equipment had been cleared out to leave a very large and open space. Still, that didn't stop the men from giving their boys a good workout. Every square inch of the room was occupied by muscular men fucking underage boys. The mirrors around the room gave the illusion that there were three times the number of men breeding an equal amount of no-longer-virgin nine to ten-year-old little boys. The boyish squeals, masculine howls, and wet skin slapping against skin echoed off the walls to complement the illusion. "ANNGHH! AHHH!!" SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP "UNGHH UNNHHH!!" SMACK SMACK SMACK "AHHH FFFFUCK!!" "AAHHHH!!! AAHGAAAWWWW!!" SLAP SLAP SLAP "YEAA TAKE IT BITCH!" SQUELCH SPLURT "MMMPHHMM! MMMHH! MMMMMMM!!" SLAP SLAP "FUCK THAT'S TIGHT!" SLAP SLAP SLAP SPLAT SQUICK SMACK "UGGGHHH!! GGUUUHHH!! HUUHHHHNNNNN!! UNNNHHHH!" Ollie felt like he was looking out over a sea of sweaty, naked, entwined humping bodies. The large men positively pummeled their boys' upturned butts without mercy. Some of the boys were dwarfed by the size of the large men's torsos. Ollie could only see their little hands clawing and flailing on an adult's back. Some only showed their skinny legs kicking about while sweaty adult bodies pressed down on their quivering asses. One such boy was Mark. Ollie only knew it was him because he saw Flavio hunched over him. Nothing was visible of his little friend except the lower part of his arms. Mark's small limbs weakly held on to either side of the Brazilian man's pumping torso. The big brown man showed no sign of stopping though. He repeatedly slammed his hips down with a vengeance and without care for the little blonde boy underneath him. Donnel chuckled when he walked up next to Flavio. "Fuck, Big F, you gonna kill the boy," he chided. He then laid Ollie down right next to the man. The way his dick throbbed in his guts told Ollie that despite his words, Donnel liked what he was seeing. Flavio smirked and lifted his chest off the shag carpeting. His move revealed a sweat-drenched Mark with a drunken look on his face. His once neat bowl-cut hair was now an absolute mess. His cheeks were flushed a deep bright pink. His cute round face was smeared with a mix of sweat, snot, and tears. Ollie couldn't believe it! This bear of a man looked like he was smothering the little blonde boy with his massive pecs! Yet here Mark was, smiling happily despite the abuse his perky buns took! "Did Flavio kill you, gatinho?" the Brazilian man asked. His hips moved back and forth in a slowed thrust into the boy. Mark gave a slurred reply. "Hnnnohhhh nnnnoooooohhh," he weakly shook his head. "Do you want to go to heaven?" Flavio asked again. He gyrated his hips to make the nine-year-old sex toy underneath him groan. Mark slurred his reply again. "Fffffaaahk yyyyyeaaahhhh," he answered while slowly closing his eyes. It was clear to Ollie that Mark was enjoying the monster cock stirring up his guts. "Ent' morra e va para o cau!" the Brazilian man growled. To Ollie's shock, Flavio suddenly pistoned into the small child like a machine. He wasn't the only one, for Mark too shot his eyes wide open over the sudden change of pace. "AAHHH!! AGGGAAWWWHHH!! AAHHHHMMMPPHH!! MMPPPHMM!! MMMHMMM!! MMMMMMPHHMM!!" Mark's desperate whines were muffled when Flavio smothered his tiny body once again. The little boy's tiny hands clawed on either side of the big Brazilian man's sweat-slicked body. Nothing more of Mark could be seen. The only thing left to let Ollie know he was still alive was his flailing hands and his muffled groans. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!! Flavio's low-hanging nuts slapped hard against Mark's perky buns. The Brazilian man arched his back to pound the boy harder. Ollie wondered how a smaller kid than he was could survive that. What's more, he wondered why it sounded like Mark was enjoying himself. Ollie could feel his heart thumping fast. He almost forgot that he was about to get the same treatment. The throbbing dick in his hole brought him back to Donnel. He turned his attention from the Brazilian man destroying what was left of Mark's innocence and back to his favorite black teenager. He could feel his dickie twitching against Donnel's sculpted abs. He knew the handsome young man could feel it too, for he smiled when he leaned close into Ollie. "Time for some good lovin', Lil' Gee?" he asked seductively. He gave Ollie a quick peck on the lips. He then completely bottomed out his 9-inch shaft into the boy. Ollie let out a prolonged mewl when he did. The itch in his ass growing out of control. He wanted to be stuffed full of cock! He needed this cock! Ollie moaned repeatedly when the hunky teen pumped a little faster. "HUNNNHHH!! HUNNNHHH!! HUNNNHHH!!" he whined even louder when Donnel pumped him harder still. That was when Donnel's steady strokes turned into rapid, forceful ones. It felt like an engine being switched on. A massive ram punched his sweet spot over and over again. Ollie whined with delight. "UNNGHH! UNNGH! UGGHH! UGGHH! UGGAAHHH!! AAHH!!" he vocalized his approval. This was it! This was exactly what his itchy hole needed! Ollie felt Donnel's arms wrapped around him. His tight embrace completely immobilized him. The boy could only move his head over the teenager's shoulders. Ollie felt so warm. He felt so safe and so good at the same time. Donnel's relentless thrusts made him give in to his instincts. Soon his moans and whines joined the rest of his friends and classmates getting fucked all around the Love Nest. "Feel good, baby?" Donnel's voice whispered in his ear between sharp thrusts. His low sexy tone sent shivers down Oliver's spine. "You like my black cock in you? You like me fucking you boy?" his nasty talk continued. The filthy words served nothing but to rile Ollie up even more. "AWWWHH! AAGGGH! GGGUUUUUDD!! HNNNGHH! HNNNHHH!!" was the only thing he could think of. His brain was a complete mess. Everything felt jumbled up. His heart was pounding against his chest. His belly felt so full. The tingles from his sweet spot drove him wild. Outwardly he was uttering an intangible mess of animal sounds. Inwardly, he was a hungry little animal! More! More! Fuck me more! Give me more of your cock! Do it harder! Harder! Fuck me harder! "PORRA!!" Flavio's roar broke Ollie's stupor. He turned his weary head to see the muscular Brazilian tensed up. He slammed and paused his hips repeatedly. Ollie knew from experience he was filling Mark's perky buns with cum. White viscous fluids then spurted out from between the narrow gaps of Flavio's cock and Mark's stretched-out ass lips. The big man dumped so much load that Mark's tiny hole can't hold it all! Flavio slammed down four more times before calming down. The look on the Brazilian man's face was pure bliss. "Aww shit, gonna cum, baby!" he heard Donnel moan into his ear. Ollie felt the teen's body tensing up before he slow-pumped into him the same way Flavio did with Mark. Warmth flooded his colon. He knew he was being filled with what Daddy J called "love frosting." Ollie was so out of it that what he did next was pure animal instincts. He expressed his delight by lovingly biting into Donnel's shoulder. He shuddered and shuddered while the young man thoroughly bred him. "Hnnnhh, hmmmhh, hmmnmhhh," he moaned into Donnel's smooth ebony skin. The saltiness of his sweat and the warmth of his skin drove Ollie to the edge. His tiny boy dick twitched and twitched hard. He lost count of how many times it did that. He only knew that this one felt the best. Well, the best one so far anyway! Because he hoped there would be more of this coming soon! The boy and the teen rocked together for a little bit longer. Donnel then pulled back to gaze at the boy's face. His dick was still firmly lodged up Ollie's ass. It was slowly deflating after it delivered its payload. Ollie could feel some of the love frostings seeping out of his hole. He sighed in a little bitter disappointment. He was hoping he could savor the warmth of feeling so full for just a little bit longer. Ollie looked up and drank in the handsome visage of the young teen who had shown him such a good time. He loved how the sweat trickled down his forehead. He loved how they made Donnel's muscular body glisten in the slightly dimmed lights of the Love's Nest. Everything about Donnel made Ollie's heart skip several beats. And that was before the boy saw the smile dawning on the teen's handsome mug. "You're a real fine piece, lil' man," he heard Donnel's praise. Ollie could feel himself soaring over the clouds. Then Donnel leaned in to kiss him tenderly on his sweaty forehead. Forget the clouds! Ollie might as well be in outer space by now! "Hnnmmmmhh," Ollie heard a contented sigh next to him. He turned and saw Flavio now on his back. A disheveled Mark was now resting on top of him. Mark's eyes were closed, and his limbs were splayed over the man's large torso. His face though was wearing the happiest of smiles. The small nine-year-old blonde sighed and purred like a little kitten. Mark lazily rubbed his very wet cheek across the brown man's slicked broad chest. Flavio petted his little fuck toy. His large brown hands roamed all over the boy's small smooth back. He too was wearing a very big smile. His smile though looked like it was filled with pride. He asked in a sexy baritone to the worn-out boy. "Did you go to heaven, gatinho?" his deep voice gently rumbled. His big hands stroked the little boy's cheek. His equally big fingers played with Mark's tangled mess of blonde hair. Mark didn't say anything. It was a first for Ollie to see Mark without a sassy comeback. Instead, the blonde kid weakly nodded his head. The contented look on his face spoke louder than any words. "I'd say he shot way past heaven," Ollie heard Donnel chuckle, "Did a real number on your lil' homie there, Big F." Flavio chuckled in turn. "And your gatinho did a number on you, gato lindo," he nodded at Donnel's shoulder. Ollie followed his gaze while the handsome young teen touched his shoulder. His eyes instantly grew wider when Ollie realized what he did. His love bite earlier was a little too forceful. It broke through a bit of Donnel's skin. Dollops of blood formed around the teeth marks on Donnel's ebony shoulder. Despite Ollie's terror though, Donnel didn't seem too bothered by it. In fact, he looked downright amused when he turned his gaze to Ollie. "Daaaayyum, boy!" Donnel grinned, "Must've given you some good dick, uh?" "S-Sorry," Oliver replied quietly. A pang of heavy guilt weighed him down. How could he have done that to Donnel? Even if it was an accident, he still felt deeply responsible for his actions. "It's all good, Gee," the older teen replied. He still smiled at Ollie when he brought his thumbs to his lips. Ollie saw Donnel lick his blood off his fingers. He wasn't sure if Donnel was really `all good' or if he was trying to spare his feelings. "You still need to get that looked at. Vamos!" Flavio advised. He then carefully pulled his cock out of Mark's well-abused colon. The long brown dick flopped out with an audible pop. A river of cum flowed freely from the little boy's puffy hole. Mark still had his eyes closed when Flavio gently laid him down next to Ollie. His breathing was a bit calmer than before. His arms rested on his rising and falling belly. Flavio took one last look at the smiling little blonde before he got back up on his feet. "Be right back, sexy," Donnel then said to Ollie. "Don't go nowhere now," he gave a quick peck on the boy's lips before easing back. Ollie felt Donnel's long cock exiting his kid hole. He could feel the handsome black teen's love frosting leaking freely from his loosened hole. It was the same flowing river of cum that flowed from Mark's dilated anus. Butterflies fluttered in his belly when the handsome teen winked at him. He then saw Donnel following Flavio. The pair made their way between the piles of boys and men fucking and sucking all around the room. Ollie kept his lovestruck gaze at Donnel until he finally disappeared beyond the partition's door. He then heard Mark's weak voice in his ears going, "So, you like Donnel, huh?" Ollie turned his head to his other side again. The blonde bowl-cut boy still had his eyes closed while sprawled out on the carpet. He now had a meaningful smile on his cute round mug. How the heck did he even have the energy to speak after the thorough 'workout' Flavio put him through? He had to admit it, the little guy was pretty tough! "I, I suppose," Ollie answered, "I mean, I like everybody here. They all showed us a real good time." Mark gave a small chuckle at that. "Don't give me that, poindexter," he breathed while his chest rose and fell slowly, "I've seen how you act around Donnel. It's the same way how Bryan acted around Jeffy and Trev. Or how Kaden around me, even!" He then opened one eye as if he was giving Ollie a wink and quickly added, "Betcha' want him all for yourself, doncha'?" Mark had always been one of the sharpest kids in class. Oh sure, his prankster nature might conceal it. But Ollie knew the truth! He was right there with Ollie in being first to notice the changes in Bryan. Heck, he was even instrumental in getting everyone to accept Bryan's new touchy-feely self! Not all of his schemes were bad. Sometimes they could even be a force for good. Yet if there ever was a time he wished Mark wasn't so observant, it was right now. Right here, while they were both sprawled out resting on the shag carpeting. He now wished his friends and classmates who were getting thoroughly bred around the room to squeal even louder. At least then he could pretend that he couldn't hear Mark over the cacophony. "I, I dunno," the boy fumbled with a response. His blushing cheeks did not do him any favors. He knew that as soon as Mark opened both of his eyes. The little blonde boy then slow-rolled onto his belly to look at Ollie directly. "Hey, it's cool! I think he's cool too," the blonde boy propped his head up with his arms crossed under his chin. "But then what are ya gonna do when the big thing starts?" he looked at Ollie with genuine curiosity. "Big thing?" Ollie repeated with a raised eyebrow. "Yah," Mark replied. He now raised his lower legs and swung them back and forth like a typical gossip girl on a sleepover. "I heard Uncle Jamal talking about it with Doctor Reed. There will be more guys coming in later for Bryan's big birthday thing," the blonde imp explained. Mark then cocked his head to one side adding, "We're probably gonna have some fun with them too. And you're probably not gonna be around Donnel all the time. Maybe for the whole night! So, what are ya gonna do then?" "I, um, uh," Ollie hesitated. He hadn't considered the possibility that he might not have Donnel all to himself as the night went on. Hell, it's already happening now! Before he got back to Donnel, he was with Uncle Jamal, Doctor Reed, and Rashaun. How long did he have to wait next time before he was back in Donnel's arms? Forty-five minutes? An hour? The whole sleepover? Never? Ollie knew his maths well. The chances of that happening was not zero. "Hey, I know!" the bowl-cut blondie suddenly clicked his fingers in an overly dramatic fashion, "Why don't you get Flavio to fuck you?" "Wh, Wh, Whaaaaa?!" Ollie balked. "Yeah, I think that'll be perfect!" Mark chirped. He then sat upright Indian style right beside Ollie. "What the HELL is so perfect about THAT!?" Ollie spat back. He had no trouble sitting back up like Mark. He did however have trouble following his logic. "Why not?" Mark playfully placed a finger on his chin, "Everybody's getting fucked by everybody anyway! I mean, look, tell me something you won't eat in a million years!" "And what does THAT have to do with anything!?" "Just answer the question, Ollie." And the day was going so well too! Oliver had almost forgotten how infuriating playing along with Mark could be. Curiosity was always his undoing though. He decided that maybe it was better to play ball with the blonde devil for now. "Pineapples on pizza," he said curtly. "Okay," Mark nodded, "And you never had one, right?" "No," Ollie answered again, "Why would I? They're gross!" "Well, how do you know they're gross if you never tried one?" Ollie opened his mouth before closing it. He repeated it several times, looking very much the part of a fish flopping on dry land. The scene by the pool played back in his head. Trevor had screamed bloody murder before turning around and loving every second of it. And it was the same with other boys who crossed Flavio's path. Hell, even Mark had the same reaction not ten minutes ago! He hated to admit it, but Ollie was genuinely curious. What is it about Flavio that made them look like they've just met God? "How... how did it feel?" Ollie hesitated, half-dreading the answer. "Oh man, it was soooooooo GOOD!" Mark grinned while rubbing his belly, "You could feel it up to here! I mean, yeah it kinda hurts at first and I thought I was gonna die at times. But once you're done, you kinda want to do it even more! I'm telling you, you just can't get enough of Flavio!" Ollie could see Mark's dickie twitching with delight through his sales pitch. Being an equally perceptive boy, Ollie then narrowed his eyes at the smaller blonde kid. A slow realization dawned upon him. "This isn't some kind of revenge over losing to me earlier, is it?" the boy spoke with an accusing look. "Whaaaaaaat? Noooo, of course noooooot," the blonde devil grinned in a coy sing-song voice, "Look, the point is, you're probably gonna be hooking up with a lot more guys who are not Donnel tonight, and they might not all be lovey-dovey with you. So why not give the thing you think you really don't like a try first? That way, everything else after won't feel so bad!" Ollie thought about what Mark said. However strange it was, it did make sense to him. He still couldn't shake the last few lingering doubts he kept feeling though. "You sure it felt good after a while?" he asked Mark again. "The best!" Mark nodded, "And think of how proud Donnel would be when he sees you take on that big ol' dick all by yourself! He's gonna be chasing your butt all night long! That's what you really want, isn't it?" Ollie hated that. Mark seemed gifted in saying what you wanted to hear to get what he wanted. The worst part of it all was that it always works. Already Ollie could feel his natural curiosity combined with his longing for Donnel working in tandem against him. He inwardly grumbled how the blonde devil strikes again. Outwardly though he only gave a resigned sigh before answering, "Fine, you win. I'll do it." "Cool," the naked blonde bowl-cut boy grinned, "cuz here comes 'pineapple on pizza' right now!" Ollie followed Mark's gaze. He saw Flavio and Donnel returning through the partition's door. Both held one of those kryptonite rocks in their hands. The black teen now had a large band-aid on the place where Ollie bit him. A sharp pang of guilt ran through his chest. Now there's no other choice! He HAS to do it! Maybe that'll be enough to make up for what he did! The pair of adult males once again navigated the labyrinth of rutting men and boys around the room. They finally got back to where Ollie and Mark were. Flavio took his place beside the little blonde boy and Donnel once more sat on the carpet right next to Ollie. The big Brazilian man then spoke with a smile, "Ready for more fun, gatinho?" Ollie saw Mark return that smile with a knowing grin. Something about it felt mischievously familiar. "Before that, Ollie has something to say," the little blonde imp chirped up with glee. "Serio?" Flavio turned his gaze to Ollie. "What is it?" the sexy Brazillian man inquired. "Umm, Mister Flavio, sir..." Man, that felt wrong! Ollie felt more than a bit awkward after what he said. Thankfully Flavio lightened the mood with a jovial chuckle and a raised hand to stop him. "Por favor, just Flavio," the man smiled. "Umm, Flavio..." Ollie's heart banged hard like a war drum. He could feel his throat drying up. He then forced down a gulp of saliva to wet his beak enough to be able to muster the words: "I, uh, want you to, f-fuck me. Please." The muscular Latino man blinked twice without breaking eye contact. "You do?" he asked with slight disbelief in his tone. Ollie saw him looking at Donnel as if he knew the answer. As expected, Donnel also looked equally confused. He couldn't blame him. This was something Ollie had decided upon himself, after all. "Y-Yeah," Ollie nervously went on, "And, um, I want you to do it like with Trevor...and Kevin...oh, and Kaden. And Bryan. And Mark." It took Flavio only a second to figure out what Ollie meant. A wide smile dawned on his chiseled face. Flavio then reached his hand out to cup Ollie's balls. He let out an involuntary sigh when the man fondled and massaged his little nut sack. "Just like them, huh?" the Brazilian man whispered in a deep sexy voice, "And tell me why I should, gatinho?" "Ohhhh, hnnnh," Ollie blushed bright red. His fingers just felt so good! The way his thumb and forefinger toyed with his pink bulbous knob was driving him wild! In the middle of the gentle fondling, Ollie stole a glance at Donnel. The handsome teen was smiling over him the same way Papa did when he came home with his first A+. While he's happy to see it, he didn't dare to admit it just yet. Instead, he answered Flavio's question with a non-committed, "N-No reason." Ollie saw the muscular Brazilian man follow his gaze. He couldn't help but wonder if the man even bought his bald-faced lie. Flavio didn't seem like he was making a big deal out of it. "Claro," he gave Ollie an amused smile. His expression then hardened a little when he added, "But understand this, gatinho. Flavio will not be gentle with you. You will beg, you will plead, and you will get no mercy." The man paused for a second before continuing, "You still want me to fuck you?" Oliver gulped down hard. There was something in the man's words that told him he meant every syllable. His mind rewind to how Mark got wrecked by the man's dick. Before that, Kevin claimed he couldn't walk for an hour after Flavio tore his ass up. Trevor had to be carried away like a wounded war veteran. Kaden looked and sounded like he had been lobotomized when Flavio was done with him. The only one who seemed to be fine after his ride with Flavio was Bryan. Just how many times has he done it with Flavio to get used to his bussy killer? He then looked at Donnel, searching for answers. Ollie knew the moment he did he only had one answer. The teen smiled and nodded his approval, giving Ollie that last bit of courage he needed to speak up. He then turned to the man who was openly molesting him, put on his brave face and nodded. "Yes." "Muito bem," the man chuckled, "Now bring that lindo rabo over here, and let's begin!" Ollie shuffled towards the man on his knees. Flavio then pushed the boy back to lie on the shag carpeting. He heard the big man instruct both Mark and Donnel to hold his smooth skinny legs over his ears. Ollie was now completely pinned down. His ass was up in the air for all the room to see. The burly Brazillian then unceremoniously jammed a kryptonite nugget into his upturned butt. Ollie let out a soft whimper. His body quivered when three of Flavio's fingers followed through. The all too familiar burning sensation started rising from deep inside of him. Ollie coughed when he felt Flavio's huge fingers move the rock around. The digits coasted over his entire colon. There was no spot left untouched. Not even his sweet spot that made him shiver. He could feel the nugget dissolving inside his butt. Flavio had made sure their remnants coated the walls of his intestines. "Hnnnnh, oohhhhh, ouuuhhh," Ollie whined as the searing heat once again spread from his hole. It raced across his balls, then his belly, and finally to the tip of his throbbing dick. He felt so hot like never before. The embers of his desires were fanned like wildfire once again. Flavio's voice growled, "Yeah, you like the burn, don't you?" "Unnnh, unnnhhh, yeahhh, uhhhh, I love it, unngghhh" Ollie groaned. He couldn't see what was being done to him. He sure could feel them all though. "Grit your teeth, gatinho," Ollie saw the large man smirked. He then felt his three fingers pull out of his upturned butt. Ollie was gasping and panting by now. Sweat was rolling down his forehead and chest. "It's showtime!" Oliver's eyes shot wide open at that. He felt a gigantic Vienna sausage pile driving into his upturned hole. This was nothing like Donnel's dick at all! The massive battering ram forced itself down his poor hiney without remorse. Its massive girth obliterated everything in its path. Ollie's mouth fell open in a silent scream. The shock and pain left him reeling. He couldn't find his voice at all! He then felt Flavio bottoming out in his anus. The tip of his dick reached far deeper than what he thought was possible. The man then raised himself and slammed his cock down into his rectum again. That's when Ollie found his voice. That's when he let out an ear-piercing scream. "AAAAAAAOOOOOOWWWWWWGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Flavio growled like a hungry animal. "Yeah, scream harder lil' puta," he roared. He didn't even give Ollie a breather. The big man pounded Ollie hard from the get-go. "AAWWHHHH!! AAAGGGGHHH!! AAAHHHGGGAAAHHHH!! SSSTOOOOOOPPP!!" "Cry harder!" "HAAAANNGGHHH!! HNNNGGHHHH!! AUUUUNNNGHHH!! UNNNGHHHHH!!" Ollie whimpered and whined. His brain was a jumbled mess. He wanted off this ride but couldn't find the words. He struggled to get away but the man had pinned him down. The cock pounded his butt again and again. It felt like it just kept going deeper with each thrust! Ollie was sweating bullets now. He was sure the cock would pop out of his mouth any time now! Tears flowed freely from his eyes. Drool dribbled down the corners of his mouth. Snot flowed from his nostrils like a fresh roiling spring. Ollie was sure he would die right here, right now. Killed by the very dick he asked for. Surrounded by his howling friends and classmates. All getting buttfucked by strange men they barely even knew. And then he felt it. It was as if a switch has been flipped in his brain. The pain became a sudden intense pleasure. The searing fire that ravaged his innards was now an unbearable itch. He couldn't put it into words. His body was more honest in reacting anyway. His modest dickie throbbed hard. His exposed red knob twitched and twitched. Each time Flavio slammed down, Ollie jerked his body around. Electricity ran through his spine. Every single nerve ending was going haywire from sensory overload. The constant tingles in his loins brought him to his senses. Ollie was aware of voices all around him. He looked up from behind his bleary eyes. A crowd had formed all around him. All of the familiar faces from school surrounded him. Every boy was flushed pink and dripping with sweat. All of his friends and classmates were naked and hard. Some were drizzling cum from their freshly violated holes. "Holy shit is that Ollie?!" "He took on the whole thing!" "Duuude!" "Poindexter is full of surprises!" "Hey look, he peed himself!" "Musta felt real good!" "So cool!" "Oh fuck look at his belly!" "Fuck that's huge!" "He's not gonna die, right?" "No way!" "Hell yeah, four eyes!" "Yeah! Go, Ollie!" "Ride that dick, dude!" Ollie felt so strange being cheered on like this. He's not used to being the center of attention. Yet here he was, the undivided object of attention of all the naked nine to ten-year-old boys in the room. They all smiled down at him with their hands stroking their twitching hard-ons. He then saw Mark among them with his trademark mischievous grin. He also saw Donnel right beside him. The smile on the teenager's face was one of pride. Ollie could feel himself melting already. Oliver made a quick mental note. If he survived this ride, he had to either punch Mark or kiss him. "Look, gatinho. Look what Flavio has done to you," the man sexily purred. He did not once slow down when he did. He kept on pumping hard into Oliver's guts. Ollie followed Flavio's gaze. He saw his belly bulge out each time Flavio bottomed out. He couldn't believe it! Mark was telling the truth! Flavio was so big he went even deeper than what Ollie thought was possible! Ollie licked his lips when he did. He savored the feeling of fullness in his belly. He placed his hands on his stomach. The knob punching his guts wiggled around like an excited worm. It was gross but exciting at the same time. The big Brazillian man slowed down his pace to growl, "You want more, gatinho?" Flavio gyrated his hips. Ollie could feel the man's massive knob teasing that magic spot deep inside of his rectum. "Hunnhh, hunnhhh, hunnnhhh," Ollie whined. The itch in his ass was unbearable. He wanted it so bad! "Answer!" Flavio barked and lunged his cock forward in one hard thrust. "HAAAANGHHH!!" Ollie threw his head back. His body writhed about like a dying cockroach. He looked up to the grinning Brazilian man. His entire body tingled and felt hot. "Yess!" he desperately answered, "Yesss, yess, p-please, please fuck me, Flavio!" "No!" Flavio lunged forward again. "AAAAUNGGHHH!" Jolts of pleasure sparked deep within his core. Ollie threw his head back again in an uncontrolled frenzy. His vision was bleary. His gaze weakened. Flavio's face was now mere inches away from his own. The man breathed onto his face seductively. Flavio spoke, "Say 'fuck me, daddy'." The word felt strange to him. Never in his entire life had he called any man 'daddy.' Not even to his father! Now here was a stranger fucking him up the ass and demanding that word from his lips. His brain was a scrambled mess. His body wanted more of this delicious torture! If that one word will get him what he wanted then by golly that's what he's getting! "F-Fuck m-me, d-daaa-AAAGH!!" Flavio growled again. "Say 'fuck me daddy'!" he thrust hard once into Ollie. It was deep, but not deep enough to reach his sweet spot. This seemed to be his punishment for taking too long. Ollie tried again. "Hnnngh, hnnh, f-fuck me d, da, daahHHAAAHHHHHHH!!" he howled again, failing a second time and receiving Flavio's punishment. Yet again Flavio growled, "Say 'fuck me daddy'!!" "F, f, faahk mmmmeeee, duh, duh, daaaHHNNNGAAAHHH!!" The tingling in his butt was driving him wild. Yet the cock head still failed to reach his sweet spot like before. He didn't know how much longer he could take this sweet torture. He wanted to be ravished. He needed to be fucked hard. But Flavio kept denying him his release. All over one stupid word! "Fuck me daddy!!" the Brazilian man repeated in near frustration. "Fa, faaahk meeehh daah, daaahhHAAAAAAAGHHH!!" Oliver was frustrated as well. It's just one word! One word and he would get what he wanted! What he needed, even! Why the hell couldn't he just say it? As his head spun in a daze, he could see both Mark and Donnel giving him a concerned look. Ollie then saw the blonde boy perked up with a wide smile. He went over to Flavio and leaned close to the man's ears. Ollie was too out of it to hear what was said. The Brazilian man listened intently before a smile dawned on his face. He then nodded at Mark before leaning in close. That was when Oliver heard it. The words rang in his left ear that sealed his fate. "Fuck me, papa." Ollie could feel it. Another switch was flipped in his mind. The words were no longer a lump stuck in his throat. He summoned his strength. He gritted his teeth. He gathered his voice to let the words flow freely. "F,Fuck, me, p-papa..." He felt Flavio thrusting deep enough to tickle his sweet spot. He shuddered with delight. He knew he did good, and this was his reward. "Say it again," "AGHH! F, Fuck me, Papa!" Another deep jab. This one was faster than before. The Brazilian man started a steady pace. His delicious cock made Ollie shiver. "Say it again!" "AHHH! AHH! Fuck me, Papa!!" Ollie called out in a hoarse voice. The itch in his hole was now satisfyingly scratched. Ollie was desperate for Flavio's rapid pumps. The gooey feeling in his belly was paired with the feeling of being stuffed full. The man loomed over him. His hips moved faster and faster. "SAY IT!!" Flavio grunted while picking up the pace. "AHHH!! PAPAAAHHH!! FFFFUUUCK MMMEEE PAPAAAH! AHHH!! AHH!!" "SAY IT!" the Brazilian man roared. Ollie could feel him pistoning against his butt. His pelvis slapped against his upturned butt. His balls smacked against his cheeks. "FUCK ME! PAPAAAHHH! AHHHH! FAAHK!! AAHH!! MEEEHHH!! PAPAAAH!!" "VOU DESTRUIR SEU CU!!" Flavio let out a primal cry. He then planted his hands on either side of Ollie's head. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Ollie was seeing stars now. He heard the man's nuts slapping rapidly against his asscheeks. His massive cock punched his guts deep. He swore he could feel it up his throat. He couldn't think straight anymore. He was lost in the buzzing and flaring of delicious tingles. His sweet spot sent billions of volts all over his body. Ollie jolted involuntarily each time. The sweet bliss of being this big man's fucktoy was getting to him. "UHH! UHH!! PAPA!! UHHH! UHHH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! UHHH! PAPA! UHHH!" he heard his voice chant gutturally. He looked up through his bleary eyes. He saw Flavio's face change and contort. The distorted face then reformed into that of his own papa's. In his mind, it was Papa who was roughly pummeling his guts. It was Papa who fucked him until he got cross-eyed. It was Papa who licked his face like a hungry beast. It was Papa who pinched his teats, yanked his hair back, and roughly shoved his big tongue into his mouth. The same man who kissed his forehead every night was now stealing his first kiss. His mind was reeling. Why was he seeing Papa? What did this all mean? Did he wish for his Papa to be doing this to him instead? Did he want Papa to do all of these things to him? To fuck his ass? To pinch his teats? To milk his twitching dickie? To smack their lips together like they were a pair of old lovers? Did he want Papa to overpower him beneath his well-defined pecs? To restrain him and pummel his ass without mercy? No! That can't be right! Can it? "UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" his chanting brought him back to his senses. He looked up to see that Flavio's face was back and it was mere inches from his own. He brought his trembling hands to the man's cheek and caressed it. The Brazilian man knew what the boy wanted. He brought his lips back down again to devour Ollie's mouth. The boy lost count of how many times he climaxed underneath Flavio. His dickie kept tingling and tingling hard against the man's washboard abs. Just when he thought he was about to pass out, Flavio broke their kiss and roared in triumph. Ollie felt his hips slamming against his buns. He paused after a deep thrust before repeating it several more times. Warm wetness raced up his canals. Ollie knew Flavio's love frosting was filling him up to the brim. There was so much he could feel it spurting out of his hole in uncontrolled bursts. Ollie's mind was a complete blank. He could feel all of the man's juices pumping inside of him. The warmth of his load made him feel warm deep inside as well. He gasped and panted while the man embraced him. Their conjoined bodies rocked gently together. That's when he felt a different kind of warmth. Ollie felt so loved. He felt so safe. He felt very much wanted in the arms of this stranger. The same stranger who might have destroyed his ability to ever poop normally again. It was a strange feeling. A strange feeling that he strangely welcome. "Did you go to heaven, gatinho?" Flavio kissed his sweat-drenched forehead. The man was glistening with his own sweat. Ollie saw him slowly sit upright. The man was careful to keep his dick still lodged up Ollie's worked-over butt. "Yeah," Oliver croaked out. His senses slowly returned to him. He realized his voice was a bit hoarse. His throat felt a bit sore as well from all that hollering. A sudden cheer then broke out among the boys crowding around them. Some knelt down to pat his shoulders. Others provided him with some words of praise. Mark and a boy he didn't know helped him up to a sitting position in Flavio's lap. Most of his pals though simply nodded with a knowing grin. They then went to their own man who had recovered well enough. They were fueled by the lust of watching Ollie's ordeal, and primed to fuck with their man once again. Amidst the boys congratulating him, Oliver could see Donnel beaming at him with pride. The handsome black teen then lifted Mark off his feet. He then swiftly impaled the cheeky blonde imp's overworked pale ass onto his beautiful big black cock. As Mark whined with delight, Oliver understood why he was so attached to Donnel throughout this wild party. It was the reason why he was now okay watching his number one slam Mark's perky buns onto his hairy pelvis without a twinge of jealousy. That was because it wasn't really Flavio or Donnel whom he wanted to thoroughly breed him like an animal in heat. No, he attached himself to them because they reminded him a lot of Papa. Indeed, Oliver now understood it very well. It took him one rough fucking, but he now knew what he wanted more than anything else in the world. He wanted Papa to take him down by the hand, bend him over a couch, and fuck him hard all night long.