Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2018 12:12:45 +0000 From: Andy Mann Subject: Devon's New Boy - Part 4 Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. It is not based on any real persons, living or dead. Please leave now if you are underage, or dislike vivid descriptions of sexual activity between men and teenage boys. Please consider donating to Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Gay / adult-youth / interracial: oral anal, t/M+ - - - - - Devon's New Boy - Part 4 The 'blackens' were cheering Andy on as he worked on Stick's hard-standing cock. The banker kept his eyes shut and tried not to climax. He so wanted this moment to last forever; unfortunately, he just had to take a peek at the naked nipper between his legs again. 'Look at all that spunk,' said Albert. 'It's all over the boy's face. He's covered in it.' 'Great show!' said Fabian to Andy. 'We would have missed all that splatter if you didn't come up for air at the right time.' Andy smiled as he wiped the back of his hand across his face and blinked the spunk away from his eyelids. 'Lick it off your hand, boy,' ordered Albert. 'And then clean up Stick's floppy cock.' 'Now that's what we should do,' said Newt. 'Gather round the boy and spunk up his face with six loads of cream.' 'Good idea,' said Devon. 'It'll do wonders for his complexion; and face cream is chock-full of essential vitamins.' Andy's body quivered as he smiled at the six-man posse. He could see their coal-black cocks being stroked, and he could see them coming toward him. He remained where he was, on his knees, as Stick was unceremoniously dragged across the floor and dumped in a corner of the room. The banker was told to stop moaning and watch the show. Andy didn't have time to feel sorry for the man, he just looked up and there, directly in front of him, were four hard-standing cocks being stroked. Lloyd and Wilco, who had dragged Stick's arse across the carpet, quickly joined the throng and expanded the arc of naked bodies to six. The boy couldn't believe his luck. He was now spoilt for choice, and his love of cock made him dizzy with excitement. The arc of hard, adult cocks gave him palpitations as he scanned it from left to right. He so loved being the centre of attention. All of a sudden, Andy heard Fabian say, 'Wipeout! Fuckin' wipeout!', just before he felt something warm and wet hit his left cheek, neck and shoulder. 'You're so previous, man,' said Devon to Fabian. 'Always too eager .... and now you've done it.' Fabian had indeed opened the flood gates. The five remainers upped their stroke rate as Albert pushed Fabian aside. Andy so wanted to reach out and suck cock, but he knew he had to stay put. 'Newt's gonna be next,' said Lloyd. 'I'll put money on it.' 'Fuck off!' snapped Newt. 'I'm in full control. I...' Andy felt Newt's spunk hit his right cheek as Albert followed suit on the left. Jets of spunk hit the boy's cheeks and dripped down to his chest. Andy squeezed his hard-standing cock as the three remainers closed in on him. 'Splat! Splat! Splat!' yelled Wilco. 'Let's try to hit him in one go.' Suddenly, Andy's face was awash with spunk. The three men had timed it just right. 'Keep it coming, boys,' said Albert. 'Aim for his nose, lips and chin, and try to keep it low, away from his hair.' Andy opened his mouth wide, hoping for a direct hit. 'Oh, fuck!' exclaimed Devon. 'What a buzz. We've splattered his face real good.' * * * After a top to bottom clean up, Andy sat on the floor and watched Stick being dragged out of the corner and released from his bonds. The man was a mess: Lloyd and Wilco had burnt his arse-cheeks on the way to the naughty corner; the FrogTied restraints had given him severe cramp; and Albert and Lloyd had burnt his arse-cheeks on the way back from the corner. However, Stick took all the abuse in his stride. 'Get Stick cleaned up and ready to go,' said Devon to Lloyd. 'You and Wilco take him to the airport, and use Wilco's car.' 'I've still got an hour or two,' said Stick. 'My flight doesn't leave until five.' 'You'll need longer than that to look like a banker again,' said Wilco. 'You look knackered, man.' 'He's getting too old for all this malarkey,' said Newt. 'We'll be tying him up in a wheelchair soon.' 'Button it, Newt!' snapped Devon. 'The man's got years in him yet. He's as hard as nails.' Devon was clearly looking after his meal ticket with the rebuke; but even so, Stick really was a tough old bird. Andy watched the banker being reluctantly muscled out of the cellar by Lloyd and Wilco. The three naked men, one white, two black, looked quite sexy as they tussled their way up the stairs. 'Stand in the middle of the room, boy,' said Albert, 'and don't move.' The wooden bar stool was placed in front of Andy. 'Bend over the stool, slave.' The old man eased Andy's arse-cheeks apart and began inspecting the boy's anus. Then, without warning, and without any preparation, Albert rammed a finger into Andy's arsehole. The youngster cried out in pain and shock. 'Good and tight. Excellent,' he said. Suddenly, the finger was withdrawn as swiftly as it had been pushed in. 'Stand upright, slave.' Albert toyed with the boy's cock, as it twitched in its rock-hard state. 'You seem to like that, slave.' The old man weighed Andy's balls in his hand, then started to squeeze them .... tighter and tighter. The gentle caress soon became a painful clench. Andy became hornier than ever - he clearly liked the abuse he was getting. Albert released his grip and, using an open hand, tapped the ball-sac a few times. He then slapped the boy's stem really hard, which made Andy step back and cringe. 'Stay still, slave!' he snapped, 'or I'll have to give you a few more slaps.' Albert walked round his slave three times. He was really getting turned on by the training session, which was about to become an interrogation session. 'You're a treasure, son,' said Devon. 'A sexy little treasure.' Devon took hold of Andy's head and began kissing his lips. At first, a couple of pecks, but soon he was French-kissing the boy with a real passion. He then stood back and smiled. 'Well, that was sweet,' he said. 'He looks like he's right on the edge, and about to shoot his load,' said Albert to Devon. 'That cannot happen until I'm done with him, so he must curtail his schoolboy urges.' 'Yes, Sir,' said Andy, responding to a visual nudge from Devon. 'I will curtail my schoolboy urges.' 'That's good to hear,' said Albert. 'Now bend over the stool again, slave.' 'What did you think of Frank's flat, Andy?' asked Devon. 'It's a bit small for a full-blown photo-shoot, but the photographs turned out okay. Of course, Frank didn't want me to see them at first. He gets so pernickety over the work he does behind the camera - if the work isn't up to scratch, he doesn't want anyone to see it. Luckily, I managed to twist his arm and get a look at the stuff you and Wilco did with Chaz and Leon.' Andy knew he had been caught dead to rights; and he didn't miss the 'twist his arm' remark either. So, should he confess his complicity, or blame it all on Wilco? 'Wilco said you knew all about it,' said Andy to Devon, 'and that I had to keep quiet because Chaz and Leon didn't get on with Lloyd. Wilco said Lloyd would kick up a real stink.' 'Well, that's true,' said Devon. 'So you were just following orders?' put in Albert. 'Like a slave is suppose to do.' 'Yes, Sir,' replied Andy, shaking. 'Leave it out, Al,' said Fabian. 'He's lying through his teeth. Wilco wouldn't cross the posse, not for a piece of schoolboy arse.' 'I would,' said Newt, laughing. 'I'd sell the lot of you down the river for a piece of Andy's arse. Just look at those sweet cheeks. How could anyone resist?' 'Button it, Newt!' snapped Devon. 'Your prattle is getting on my fucking nerves.' 'Wilco's the villain here,' said Albert, sensing violent conflict. 'The boy just let his dick rule his head, so leave him out of it.' 'No worries, Al,' said Devon. 'Lloyd knows exactly what to do with Wilco, our ex-friend.' Devon then picked up one of Albert's canes. 'Now, six strokes across the arse should do it,' said Devon to Andy. 'So hang on to that stool, son.' The cane came down hard on Andy's right arse-cheek, then his left arse-cheek, then his right, then... The boy stopped counting as Devon continued to let off steam. 'Why am I punishing you, Andy?' 'For being led astray by Wilco, Sir.' 'Good boy,' said Devon. 'Your arse is looking nice and red now.' Andy was panting, his heart was racing. He'd never been in such a horny position before - most boys would hate being caned in the nude, but Andy liked the humiliation, the black-on-white domination. Then, without warning, the cane struck his arse again. 'One more for luck,' said Devon. 'Now stand up and thank me, son.' 'Thank you, Sir.' 'Good boy,' said Devon, as he took hold of the boy's arm and gave it a gentle and loving squeeze. 'Now straighten up.' The man kissed Andy deeply; and as he did so, his hands caressed the boy's burning arse-cheeks. 'You took that punishment well, son,' said Devon. 'You know I couldn't let a mistake like that go unpunished.' 'Yes. I know, Sir.' 'Fucking sweet,' said Fabian. 'I bet he'll do it again; now he knows we'll cane his bare arse for a misstep. He's one of those kinky boys; so who's gonna take the bet?' 'Stop your stirring, Fab,' said Albert. 'The boy won't be caught playing away again. I'll cane his arse whenever I see him stepping out of line. So that's sorted.' The old man ran his fingertips over Andy's chest. The boy shuddered as the fingers played with his nipples: twisting them, pinching them. At first it was gentle, but then it got harsher and harsher. Andy's cock was twitching and threatening to release its load. 'Right, slave,' said Albert. 'I need you to calm down. I don't want you shooting your bolt too soon. Just stand there and let us admire your naked body.' Andy was desperate to wank off, but he knew he had to stand stock-still. * * * 'You're becoming a good sex-slave, Andy,' said Albert. 'You're a proper submissive, aren't you?' 'Yes, Sir. I think so.' 'Right, Andy,' said Devon. 'Let's get you down on all-fours.' Albert moved the stool and helped Andy get into position. 'Fucking awesome,' said Newt. 'He looks so-o-o sexy in that position.' 'He feels good and tight as well,' said Albert, as he probed the boy's arsehole. 'Grease him up good, Al,' said Devon. 'I'll tail him first, you top him first. Fab and Newt can take over from us later.' Devon pushed in hard. Andy tried desperately to relax, but still felt the pain of the man's cock as it went straight in, right to the hilt. Devon gripped the boy's hips and took charge of the tail end; meanwhile, Albert's cock entered Andy's mouth at the top end. 'Geez! That's a sight for sore eyes,' said Fabian to Newt. 'Frank would love that pose. He went all girly on us when Martin and Danny, the two scouts, were being fucked like that. Remember?' 'Yep!' replied Newt. 'He does like the old doggy pose.' 'And he fell off the stool that day,' said Fabian, 'trying to get both boys in the one shot. That was a laugh.' 'Frank's always been accident-prone,' put in Devon, between grunts. 'He's walking around today with a broken arm, the poor sod.' Andy's arse slowly began to get use to the invading stem, and as he slurped on the old man's cock, he felt a great warmth, deep inside him, as the fucking began in earnest. A few minutes later, he could tell the man was getting close, and he could feel the cock swelling up inside him. Then suddenly, his whole body shook when Devon climaxed. 'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' yelled Devon. 'What a buzz!' A minute or so later, and in virtual unison, Albert and Andy both climaxed. 'Holy cow!' cried Albert. 'Gag on that wad, boy. And keep on sucking.' 'Lick his cock clean, son,' ordered Devon. 'I want it all spick and span before I pull the plug at this end.' The changeover was pretty quick; however, Fabian and Newt decided to share the tasks out equally. They topped and tailed Andy in rotation, both hoping to climax in the boy's hole when the time came. Luckily, Fabian managed to hold on and follow Newt's tail end deposit. Andy was happy to lick the spent cock clean as Fabian fucked his arsehole for a good long while.