Date: Wed, 27 Sep 2017 23:00:35 +0000 (UTC) From: Paktu Hiig Subject: Reo's World Record Reo was high. The man he would visit almost every night preferred him that way. The first night had a rough start but ended well, the man was waiting for him when he came to bed. That night he was home alone and the man had used him in every way possible. His parents were so proud of their son, he was very mature for his age, so they decided that a date night that included a hotel stay. They loved posting on social media. They also never checked their privacy settings or knew that there were people who had followed their social medias specifically to see images of their son. One of these men, when he learned about their date night, knew his chance was here. It was about half way through the first blowjob when the man ordered Reo to inhale something he placed under Reo's nose. Partially terrified, partially due to compliance his parents had built into him, he inhaled. The man closed the nostril that the bottle was not under. Nearly instantly, Reo's body was warm and pulsating with what he took to be pleasure. The head rush he was feeling made him more compliant and willing to do more. He sucked harder and begged for the man to touch him and do more to him. The man brought Reo to his parents' bedroom. Inside, his parents' sexual nature was revealed to him. The man rummaged through the room a bit before he found the box of supplies. He was amused by what he found, he had expected the couple to be a bit more vanilla. Ball gags, dildos, anal beads, butt plugs, and other objects were right under the bed, in a Tupperware that Reo was always told to not touch. The man did not have much interest in them, he only wanted the lube. After some working, Reo had orgasmed just by being gently fingered. Reo never knew one could be stimulated that way. When the man fucked him though, Reo was bellowing out praises to every God imaginable. That was the night after Reo's 10th birthday. His parents, being out on a night on the town, weren't back until morning. They came back and their son acted as normal as ever. Their son however was full of cum and was still flying high on the effects of the inhalant that the man had given him. Now, months later Reo was more adventurous and slutty. The man had connections that allowed him access to this wonder party drug that was professionally produces and was perfectly safe to its users. The only conceivable downside was the prospect of someone blabbing, and since the only people who had it were part of a single organization and the boys who used it in their presence, there was a real threat of the drug being discovered and outlawed. The organization was closely associated with the Warehouse and they were having a contest. They offered a nice tidy sum to the pair that beat a world record, a record of a more sexual nature. The more interesting the result and the attempt the more points they got if they actually broke one of the records. Obviously, these records wouldn't be published in a book but it would be cataloged in a database for others interested in the records and for future events. These events and circumstances have led Reo to be immobilized with the use of duct tape and a brass pipe. The man had engineered a bedroom in his house to be seal-able and have its own air supply. With that he was able to make a room that, upon request, could be filled with the inhalant gas, making the occupants little more than living meats bags that have sex, and that was exactly what the man needed himself and Reo to be. The man was fucking Reo for the fifth time in 2 hours. The boy was a mewling and drooling mess. They both loved every moment. With a few more thrusts the man deposited another load in Reo. Now, he should be ready to begin. There were plenty of people who might be trying to reach a record regarding the amount of cocks inside of a boy, or the loads takin in 24 hours, or even how deep a toy could go inside him. They were going a different rout. He took out the box with the straws, they were firm and meant to be inserted in places that may be difficult for the normal thin straws. Reo thought this record would be super easy and fun. Each new straw brought new pleasure and he begged for more. 10 straws. 20 straws. 30 straws. 35... things were getting difficult. Reo whimpered and his anal rings clenched tightly. This was way beyond what he was used too, even under the effects of the drug. 40 straws. The camera was still recording the shuddering boy. He wanted it all. He wanted as much as he could. His heart was pounding and he felt his blood flowing all over his body, he was extremely aware of everything going on with his body and the warm numbness that enveloped him only encouraged him to keep going. 44 straws. Reo yelled! So many straws were in him now, so many individual tendrils moving along his prostate. He couldn't get enough air. The gas had reduced the amount of oxygen in the room. The tape that was placed on his mouth was torn away by the man when he noticed Reo's face turning purple. He inhaled deeply and his back arched greatly, making the strap around his neck squeeze greatly against his throat, and he came. Until today he never produced cum during an orgasm. His new life as an orgasm factory prompted his body to produce as much cum as it could and that work finally came to fruition. His body was young, but it knew it had to mature in some ways. The boy cum shot out and coated Reo's crotch, chest, stomach, and leg. Tears were streaming down his face. "Relax Reo, just 4 more and it's a world record!" the man said, his warm encouragement giving Reo the strength to go on. The man had inserted himself in more than just his ass. He had become a substitute teacher. Reo started crying but asked the man to continue. He was feeling a mix of hysteria and mania. Each of the final straws prompted the boy to thrash around in pleasure since the pleasurable sensitivity he felt was heightened exponentially post orgasm in the environment he was in. More cum oozed out until... 48 straws. The man was greedy however, and it would have been a waste to only go one higher. 49 straws. 50 straws. A nice, round, easy number. The man looked at the camera. "And now for verification. I will count as I remove the straws. 50...49...48...40...!"