Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2017 20:51:16 +0000 (UTC) From: Jon Royale Subject: Baldwin & Sons #10 BALDWIN & SONS 10: VENGEANCE, HE SAID by Jon Royale October 2017 The following is a work of erotic fiction meant to be viewed by a mature audience. Similarity between any person living or deceased is purely coincidental. Crafty ex-con Lombardo reveled in the aftermath of the recent home invasion at the Baldwin estate. Five thugs had taken the household by surprise, making prisoners of all, but it was Lombardo who took charge. Weeks later he still grinned every time he thought of the intricate way he had maneuvered the wild bunch. They came looking for cash, expensive jewelry and any other valuables they could plunder, never suspecting the wealthy Baldwin's didn't keep those things on hand. Lombardo knew that well enough. Over his months as resident handyman he'd done his share of snooping, caught only once by the master of the house, Miles, upstairs in the blond man's office. Things could rapidly have become ugly when the band of coyotes discovered their efforts were for naught. But Lombardo deftly worked the situation to his advantage, introducing them to the hottest piece of ass any of them had ever sunk their ethnic cocks into. Hunky athlete Ryan Baldwin was repeatedly used by the deviant band and left breathless in his parent's bed oozing loads of spent cum from his mouth and pussy. As athletic in the bedroom as he was on the playing field the hedonistic teen left the wily gang satiated, resulting in an easier outcome to a potentially dangerous situation. With an intense hatred, perhaps jealousy, for the over-privileged people of the world Lombardo's initial plan once installed in the Baldwin home had been to destroy the family from the inside out. What he hadn't counted on was his growing affectation for their second born scion. Ryan never ceased to amaze him with his sexual adventurousness. Hell, the hunky little buck was the one to initiate their sex games, overtly seducing Lombardo at their first meeting. And he was the best damned fuck Lombardo ever had, bar none. It perversely thrilled Lombardo to pimp him off to other "low-life's" like himself and watch as the high school quarterback eagerly took them on. A sort of admiration, perhaps even respect, had slowly developed in Lombardo over this past summer for the sex hungry boy. And much as he protested Miles liked swinging on Lombardo's big ole cock as well. It hadn't taken much coaxing to turn him on to their sex games. The way Lombardo figured, he had revived a desire lain long dormant in the blond daddy. And how perverse, indeed, that Lombardo had unleashed the man's repressed sexual proclivities on his own boy. Daddy went wild on Ryan's hunky jock ass that first time in the pool house and, Lombardo was certain, many times afterward. The teen athlete didn't mind at all that the man he called father was plundering his hot hole; the boy had a seemingly insatiable desire to get fucked. Bigger seemed to be better and Lombardo had to admit, while not as meaty as his own foot-long, Miles sported pretty decent cock. Turning Miles into his own fuck dump had certainly been an achievement. Although a mature man, his ass was tight as virgin pussy after having gone unfucked for years. While Lombardo preferred breaking in younger bucks he got off on throwing it to Miles. The man was a good-looking, well-bodied stud married to a lady with heaps of money---just the kind Lombardo longed to soil. Every time he unloaded his convict cum inside Mile's convulsing hole he was consumed with a sense of victory. The Baldwin's and his kind had repressed him and his type for so long. Time had come for Lombardo to get even. Things had seemed to be progressing smoothly until his fondness for Ryan made him lose focus. The former felon realized that as the point when he failed to notice some of the finer nuances which now threatened his goal. Miles had begun avoiding him; Ryan's nocturnal visits to his room grew less frequent. It didn't take Lombardo long to figure a fuck firecracker like Ryan wasn't going without and finding relief elsewhere. Jealousy, an emotion foreign to the ex-con, consumed him. He suspected, and rightly so, that Miles was somehow behind the chill. It took the unexpected home invasion to reset the clock. Delia Baldwin, so distraught by the absolute horror she had experienced, never even questioned Lombardo's method of placating the band of thugs. She was so grateful the ordeal ended without harm that she made a significant increase to his wages and, much to Miles' chagrin, accepted him as part of the family, giving him the run of the place. She then promptly boarded a plane for the south of France with her author girl-friend, declaring it was the only place to calm her frayed nerves. Furious at this turn of events Miles read Lombardo the riot act, not only for ingratiating himself further into the household but for allowing Ryan to be used like a common whore. Lombardo remained calm, barely listening to the man's litany, further angering him with his ever-present fiendish grin. Lombardo halted Miles in mid-sentence by latching onto one of the blond man's nipples and rolling it between his fingers through the thin material of his shirt. A master at seduction he roughly pressed his lips to Miles' and slipped his tongue into his mouth amid the other man's garbled protests. As his full crotch ground against the front of Miles' slacks the married man gave in to passion and actively returned Lombardo's hungry kiss. Before long Miles' pants and briefs were on the floor beside the bed in the bowels of the house and Lombardo was long-dicking the moaning stud, neither aware that eldest son Trey was only a short distance away working out in the family gym down the hall. Ryan came around quickly, as well. The evening of the quasi gang-rape Lombardo had promised to give him a few days to heal before resuming their former relationship. Only three days later, with Delia's blessing of free reign in the Baldwin home, Lombardo appeared at Ryan's bedroom doorway. This time Lombardo didn't just fuck the boy, he made slow and passionate love. There was a lot of touching and even more kissing. After each had reached orgasm they spooned, Lombardo holding the jock's muscular body against his as they fell off to sleep with the ex-con's cock still embedded up teen ass. Early next morning he slipped out of the room, running into an astonished Miles who was off for a jog. Lombardo's sly expression made the teen's handsome father turn red with rage at the bold affront. Lombardo was confident he had them well in hand again. Trey was no problem, either. The eighteen-year-old seemed to actually like him. They shared many work out session together in the gym with Trey using Lombardo as a sounding board for a host of his teen troubles. Lucas, the geeky one, still hadn't cottoned to him. Lombardo decided he was harmless. All the kid did was stay up in his room toying with computer hardware, aided by that chunky buddy of his, Ollie. If he only knew how astute Lucas truly was Lombardo would have much reason for worry. One seemingly harmless fifteen year old could effectively bring about his downfall. It was the youngest one, the thirteen year old brat, who required some special handling. Seemingly all blue-eyed, blond-banged innocence Devyn was a truly degenerate kid lacking any sort of morals. He could give those pigs in seedy dungeons and raunchy sex clubs lessons in depravity. The boy had a stable of married husbands and older perverts guiltlessly swinging on his teen dick. Not only was he feeding them his meat and porking their hairy ass-holes, he abused them at the same time with vicious verbal assaults. Lombardo first learned of not-so-sweet Devyn's curious proclivities while taking break from an outside job at the McCabe estate. Through the patio door windows he witnessed the boy and his slight young friend throwing a fuck to the kid's father, Redmond McCabe. It wasn't much later when he became aware of Devyn's nocturnal wanderings, escaping the house through his bedroom window, slipping down the trellis and taking off on his bike or meeting his evening's "entertainment" waiting in an idling car at the end of the long drive. But trafficking one man after another under the crowded bleachers at his brothers' football game proved to be the catalyst for Lombardo's interference. The ex-con was working toward dominance over the entire family while the youngest fuck was the one pulling the wool over their eyes. He needed to show the reckless youth who was running the show at the Baldwin home and, besides, the time might come when he needed young Devyn's assistance in crushing the family from the inside out. A real procession of husbands, fathers, faculty members and even the school's principal nervously snuck under those bleachers for a little time with the enticing boy before Lombardo pounced. Devyn fought him like a wild cat but in the end realized the swarthy handyman held the upper hand, at least for now. Certain the cute little fucker would not want mommy or daddy knowing their angel had tarnished wings Lombardo held Devyn by his barely-there short hairs. Although he allowed the brat a degree of freedoom he frequently reminded him who was really in charge although, try as he might, he couldn't keep the grade-schooler from shimmying down the blasted trellis to keep his rendezvous. Lombardo was really concerned the lad would hurt himself one evening. But it seemed a sense of danger was precisely what aroused the blond upstart. Their ill-matched truce hit a major snag the evening of the home invasion. It was Devyn who had purposefully given him up to the intruders as an ex-con. He wasn't exactly sure what the scamp planned to accomplish although, in the end, it turned out for the best. Still, he was certain Devyn had some devilment in mind when he blurted out the truth. The teen-age hellion wanted to make trouble for him. And that was something Lombardo would not tolerate. Devyn Baldwin needed to be taught a valuable lesson. It took him more than a week to formulate his plan and round up some willing accomplices. During his time in prison he'd met many felons, knew their individual peccadillos and was able to find enough willing parolees to formulate an interesting group. Devyn Baldwin's day of reckoning would soon be at hand. On the eve of his comeuppance young Devyn was oblivious to Lombardo's heinous plan for him. He played the perfect little son, convincing daddy Miles that he must go to bed early so to be mentally alert for an important mathematics test tomorrow at school. Miles lauded his youngest son's commitment to his studies, giving the boy a playful pat on the rump as he trotted off to his upstairs room. In truth Devyn already figured he'd probably fail the fucking test. But it was no real problem. Mr. Ackerman, the fiftyish teacher, would adjust his grade in return for all the times Devyn had fucked the bespectacled horndog's hairy asshole. In actuality, Devyn's early-to-bed routine allowed him a few hours' sleep before he slipped out of the house unnoticed and pedaled three blocks over to the home of Judge Traynor, who officiated at the local municipal court. Traynor was the latest in Devyn's appointment book---and one of the kinkiest. A widower at forty-one he especially enjoyed being down on all fours with Devyn energetically fucking his man hole while he ate out his fourteen-year-old daughter lewdly splayed out in front of him. Devyn especially liked the arrangement because, once he'd nutted up the Judge's ass, he got to go a second time in Alicia Traynor's juicy pussy while the Judge looked on. Devyn thoroughly got off dominating these older men, these daddy types. While in theory they should be the authority figure, setting the example and providing an impressionable young boy with guidance, it was Devyn who ran roughshod over them. He used them, he verbally and physically abused them---sometimes right under the nose of their unsuspecting wives and children---and these pervs still couldn't get enough of him. His own family remained clueless to his secret sexual recreation. Daddy and Mommy probably didn't even think he knew what his dick was for; brothers Trey and Ryan had their heads up their jock asses; and Lucas was always locked away in his room doing whatever in fuck it was he did. One time Devyn stole in the other boy's lair determined to discover what he was up to. He actually absconded with one of Lucas' many flash drives but was disappointed to discover weird Lucas had the device password protected. Slipping into a heavy jacket and donning a pair of warm gloves against the chill winter air Devyn hoisted himself through the bedroom window and made his usual escape down the front trellis. That creep Lombardo had tried to get him to use the bottom floor for entry and exit but that would mean passing the ex-con's door, thereby making the man aware of his comings and goings. Devyn didn't like the fact that Lombardo knew he wasn't squeaky clean as the rest of the family believed him to be and wasn't about to play any further into the man's hand. As he touched ground and removed his trusty bicycle from its hiding spot behind some shrubbery a motion somewhere to his left made him turn his head. Standing there at the corner of the house, smoking a cigarette, was the bothersome handyman. Devyn easily read the amused expression on the dark man's face, although he couldn't know the real reason for Lombardo's reaction. He nodded at Devyn, who hastily mounted his bike and pedaled off up the long drive. Lombardo's eyes twinkled evilly under the full moon as he watched the boy disappear into the night. He turned his head to glance up at the third floor window that was Ryan's bedroom. His dark eyes narrowed and a dusky veil fell over his ruggedly handsome features. His scheme to stymie uncontrollable Devyn was heinous and would play out in only a matter of minutes. Afterwards the mischievous prick would never fuck with him again. The increasing power he wielded over the Baldwin family brought a rush of adrenaline coursing through the Sicilian's hunky body and brought his huge cock to a pounding erection. Stubbing out his cigarette Lombardo returned to the house. Instead of going to his quarters he boldly mounted the two flights of stairs, casually strolled down the hallway as if he was lord of the manor and entered a sleeping Ryan's room. Crawling atop the muscular jock he clamped a hand over his mouth to muffle the anticipated startled cry as the boy awoke. Once Ryan realized the identity of the intruder Lombardo deftly flipped him onto his belly, propped up his big, beautiful ass and slammed his aching twelve incher home. He mercilessly pounded the boy, fucking him like he'd never been fucked before, pillaging the husky quarterback with all his wrath. Ryan struggled against the brutal fuck at first but once that infernal knob inside him was roused he valiantly took all Lombardo had to offer. Lombardo no longer cared if they woke the rest of the household. And when he came he howled like a wolf at bay, causing an alarmed Miles to leap from his bed and rush down the hall to the room. Trey heard the fracas, smiled sadistically and toyed with his roused boner, certain his slut brother was getting banged by one of the two men in the house. Lucas, on the other hand, jumped from his own bed, bolted his door, then crawled back under the covers. Holding them up just under his frightened, widened eyes he nervously waited for whatever came next. Devyn pedaled along the semi-secluded country roadway oblivious to the battered old van which had fallen in behind him. It wasn't until he was about to turn onto the next block that the vehicle suddenly accelerated and shot in front of him blocking his path, causing Devyn to lose control and ride his bike over the curb. He tumbled onto a grassy knoll just as a side door of the van slid open and three riders leapt out. They hastily grabbed him and his bike, tossed them into the body of the van and sped off. Like a wildcat Devyn struggled against his captors as memories of the recent home invasion at the Baldwin manse flashed through his mind. "Motherfuckers!" he shouted. "Lemme go!" But these were grown men and he was no match for them. As he flailed against them and kicked out with his feet this trio was suddenly joined by three others who had been hidden in the shadows of the van. Counting the driver that made seven adults up against one young boy. Devyn refused to give up his battle, even as their hands were ripping at his clothes and tearing them from his trim teen body. In the darkness of the crowded van all he could make out was the shapes of his captors, all appearing very mature and much bigger than himself. Still he resisted, battling like a wildcat even when they pulled him down onto what appeared to be a mattress. Despite the boy's scuffling they eventually managed to secure cuffs around his wrists and ankles. These restraints were attached to lengths of chain bolted to the interior walls of the van. The boy's arms were stretched out to either side of him while his lithe legs were raised, pulled back and spread wide. Devoid of every stitch of clothing, young Devyn was rendered entirely vulnerable. "Lemme go!" he demanded again, railing against the restraints. "Do you know who my mother is? When they catch you motherfuckers you're going to jail for a long time." He could hear their deep, labored breathing but not one of the six uttered a solitary word, further frustrating Devyn. With his family believing him asleep in his bed his only chance was the Judge. By now he should have been in the old man's bedroom with Traynor lubing up his boy cock with saliva while Alicia busily licked his asshole. Surely the man would wonder what happened to him. But, realistically, what could he do? Report his boy toy missing? No, Devyn realized he was at the mercy of this band of degenerates and must find his own way out of this unexpected predicament. His first thought was that it involved ransom. He, the youngest heir to the Baldwin fortune, had been abducted to extort money from his parents. But somehow stripping him down and trussing him up like this didn't figure in that equation. As Devyn continued to rock the chains binding him his ears perked to another sound. It was going on all around him. Took him only a few moments to realize the dudes were shucking their clothes in the dark. Despite his ever-present bravado, a wave of fear crept over the young, spread-eagled boy. It was fairly evident when the van left the main drag and veered off onto an uneven trail. Devyn's smart ears detected the sounds of shrubbery striking the sides of the vehicle as it jostled through new terrain. In fact, the driver had expertly steered it into an old, seldom used dirt trail leading deep into the woods on the outskirts of town. Nearly half a mile in the coarse roadway ended in a small clearing. Full moonlight illuminated the rusted old vehicle as it came to a sudden stop. Headlights were extinguished, the engine was turned off and for a brief moment there was nothing but silence. Suddenly a dim light illuminated the belly of the van. Devyn was momentarily blinded by the sudden flash but quickly adapted. As his eyes focused he saw a bare bulb of low wattage dangling from a steel mesh enclosure almost directly over his prone body. There was a cord traveling from the source over the ceiling of the van over to one side and down to what looked like a power supply box. The teen's head shot from side to side, frontward and back as for the first time he got a look at his assailants. They all wore identical masks, something like that Lone Ranger movie, a black strip with eye holes that sat on the bridge of the nose and tied in back. While the disguise might have protected their identities Devyn could still ascertain that most of the group was middle-aged with a silver daddy or two thrown into the mix. There was longer haired, short haired and bald; brunets, salt-and-pepper and snow white. Some were clean-shaven, others had a day or two of growth, yet others had full out beards and mustaches. One sported a beard growing down to his chest! Buck naked they came in all shapes and sizes: from chunky to muscular, hairy to smooth. One thing they all had in common was the lusty hard-on sprouting from their loins. Devyn whipped his head from side to side sizing up the motley crew as they ogled his teen body and played with themselves. The smallest dick in the group was maybe somewhere between six to seven inches while the schlong on the lone black wolf was growing to enormous proportions! As Devyn's suspicion of this being no simple abduction became clear a curtain separating the cab of the van from the body was pulled aside and two more men entered the now-crowded area. It was the driver and his cohort riding shotgun who had donned masks identical to the others and came to join the party. Devyn could tell these two were years younger than most of the others, maybe in their mid to late thirties. Devyn kicked out and yanked on the chains holding him in place. "You fuckers better untie me and let me the fuck out of here...NOW!" "Way I see it," the driver spoke in a lazy, good 'ole boy drawl, "you got yourself two choices here. Either you can shut yer trap and not do no yellin' or we can stuff a ball gag in there and shut you up our ownselves." Devyn took stock of his man, the first to actually speak to him. He appeared to be of medium height and build, although his frame was concealed by a loose fitting flannel shirt and jeans which had seen better days. He had longish, dirty blond hair peeking out from under a non-descript baseball cap, turned backwards, and a good day or two's growth of stubble on his face. A front tooth was badly chipped and a molar off to one side was missing. Jed, short for Jedediah, hailed from a backwoods town in Kentucky and was, as Devyn earlier surmised, thirty-eight years old. "Look, mister, you've made a mistake," Devyn argued. "Just take me back to where you found me and we can forget this ever happened. I won't tell anyone. I swear." "You the one shinnies down out your bedroom window so's you can meet up with all them horny daddies, right?" Huck, the one standing next to Jed, asked. "Who? Me? No." Devyn responded in all wide-eyed innocence. "Then why was you ridin' your bike down the road past midnight, huh?" Jed taunted. "Me? I was, well, you see, it's like this..." "We know how it was. Well, don't you fret yerself none, boy." He spread his arms to highlight the gathering of men to either side of the prone boy. "You got you a whole bunch of daddies right here an' we're all gonna have a real good time." Devyn's eyes widened even larger and he flailed against his bonds again. Jed merely chuckled and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he went on. "See, all of us here like us some young boy meat, kinda like yerself. You're a might old for some of our tastes. And just right for others." He dropped his shirt to the floor of the van and began working on the crotch of his faded jeans. Jed had worked long, sweaty hours on the road crew since his release six years ago and it showed in his physique. Shirtless he displayed a solid, compact chest, the beefy mounds of his pecs coated with swirls of brown hair. His arms were strong, the muscles thick and well developed from years of manual labor. When his raggedy jeans and faded boxers hit the floor a usually fearless Devyn grew even more apprehensive. Jed's dangling sex was longer soft than McCabe, the Judge or any of the other men he'd enticed. Not wanting to be the last man dressed Huck had also stepped out of his clothes. He was a real beefy and hairy dude with a round, solid belly, attesting to his weakness for brewskies. A spotty beard sprouted out on his full, chubby cheeks. He was another good ole' boy from the south Jed had met while incarcerated, released only a few months apart. Discovered mutual interests while in lock-up kept them in contact and reunited them for this evening's special event. Even now the fat boy-fucker hanging from his bush of pubic hair was maddeningly thickening before poor Devyn's eyes. "Can't wait any longer!" one of the others, a silver-haired gent, exclaimed. His hard, dripping cock attested to his words. Thomas Falmouth, once a respected criminal attorney and now a disgraced degenerate, went down on his knees beside the startled teen and quickly gobbled down his flaccid boy meat. The sixty-three year old granddaddy trembled with excitement as he sucked on the young dick and gave it a fevered tongue lashing until it began to stir in his mouth. At thirteen, Devyn had little control over his rampaging hormones and couldn't prevent himself from throwing a hard on even if he wanted to. The old geezer was whimpering with elation while sucking and licking the cock to full erection. Once achieved he came up off it to give the others a look at the beautiful, spit-shined sex. The group of horndogs sighed with expectation as they ogled Devyn's boy tool. Over the past summer Devyn had lost nearly all of his baby fat, giving him a nice lean and toned body, and had added half an inch to his boyhood, making it stand from his sparse bush of blond crotch hair midway between six and seven inches. Falmouth greedily sucked the cock back into his mouth and bobbed his head up and down while twirling his tongue along the sensitive shaft. At the same time men to either side of the boy dropped down to join the old man, running their hairy-knuckled hands all over Devyn's firm young torso and pinching at his hardened tits. When one began licking and sucking on the teen's pert pink nubbin the other followed suit. With both of them nursing on his boy teats Devyn writhed and twisted on the old mattress, fought against his bonds and shouted out, "Get offa me you fuckin' pervs!" The others ignored his protests. Looking from one to the other he could tell they were all crazed with lust. Every one of them was sporting wood and stroking while they watched their buddies feast on him. Huck, the beefy one who looked like something out of a hillbilly movie, was transfixed with Devyn's winking boy hole, rendered vulnerable by the restraints raising his legs and holding them open. Huck smacked his drooling, floppy lips and got down near Devyn's cute little ass. He sniffed like a dog, his eyes rolling back in his head at the fresh, funky and always desirable scent of boy butt. His hunger for young ass had landed him in prison for many years. Since his release he had fought against old desires. But now, in the company of others like himself, he felt free to indulge once again in his favorite meal. Just placing big calloused hands on Devyn's sweet, creamy buns caused a surge of seminal fluid to leak from Huck's fat cock. He used his thumbs, grease stains under the nails from his job at the auto shop, to pry open the sweet little hole. At first contact Devyn lifted his hand, craning his neck to see the lame-bearded dude playing down there and yelled out, "Get away from my ass, you freaky bastard!" But when Huck planted his big lips around his ass mouth and began doggedly lapping at his hole with a raspy tongue Devyn quickly succumbed. With two of them chewing on his tits, another hoovering on his hard-on and yet another tonguing his hole Devyn really started to squirm. It wasn't as if he wanted to give in to them but, damn, they were making him feel so good! Sensuous thrills from all the men's rapidly working tongues on his pleasure points had his toes curling and his body gyrating. Other than the fact that they had him at a disadvantage how were these guys different from the Judge, McCabe, Anderson or any of the others he'd been taunting? Just like his rapidly growing stable of willing studs they got off messing around with an underage teen. With that thought in mind Devyn instantly relaxed and worked at taking control of the situation. "Fuck, yeah!" he moaned. "Feels so fuckin' good. Suck them tits, eat that dick, lick my fuckin' hole, you pervs!" Devyn's nasty words had the desired effect. The men groaned excitedly as they more feverishly worked on his tasty young flesh. The two of them chewed hard on his jutting nipples, making his boy dick leak sweet pre-fuck juice into the mouth of the old cocksucker. The silver haired granddaddy savored every succulent drop as if drinking from the fabled Fountain of Youth, sucking him in even deeper and burrowing his nose in Devyn's scant pubes. His lips clawed at the base and he applied strong suction on the trapped shaft, causing the young boy to quiver with pleasure. "Aw, fuck!" Devyn went on. "Suck that thirteen year old meat, you old fuck! Could be your grandson's young dick you're suckin'. Here, take this!" And he began stabbing his cock between the tight lips of the old man, fucking his face while Falmouth sucked him. Devyn's words had the man jerking his own meat. Unbeknownst to the Baldwin brat, being caught with his twelve year old grandson had been the catalyst for the lawyer's disbarment. Huck jammed his fat tongue into the satiny pink lining of Devyn's boy pussy, the wriggling tip probing as far as it could inside the fresh-tasting ass. His oil-stained hands were all over the creamy, unblemished flesh of the teen's parted buns. The hillbilly ground his face hard into the split crevice, causing his spotty excuse for a beard to tickle young Devyn's nether regions. The Baldwin boy shivered as the extremely agile tongue probed deep inside his bung hole while the old dude aggressively sucked on his rigid cock. The others grew impatient, wanting their turn at the delicious-looking boy toy. Falmouth wasn't willing to give up the sweet cock easily but the other geezer of the crowd came in from the opposite side and staked claim to the territory. This one was a pudgy old coot probably as old as---if not older than---Falmouth. He gobbled up Devyn's boy meat before the other even realized it had been wrestled away from him. While this new mouth tasted the fruits of youth Falmouth begrudgingly took to sucking and chewing on Devyn's cum-laden nuts. "Yeah, you old fuck! Suck my dick! Eat that hole, motherfucker! Chew on my fuckin' tits!" Devyn howled, purposely enticing the men. They weren't so bad, after all, he figured. Just a bunch of pervs driving around wanting to play with a twink. Other than the way he'd been captured it really wasn't all that different from his various other sexual exploits. After they'd all gotten a taste of him he'd convince them to untie him and he'd fuck them one by one, saving the manly driver for last. Certain that he'd gain control of the situation Devyn continued to spew foul verbiage. "Suck them nuts, grandpa! Get my boy cum all heated up so's I can feed this old fuck a hot load! You want that load, don't you, you sicko? Gonna taste so good when I shoot it down your throat! More tongue! C'mon, take out your fuckin' teeth and gum it!" Devyn was so focused on taunting these men that he failed to notice the black man moving about in the cramped space and coming up directly behind him. Otis Johnson was forty-six and, unlike some of the others at this party, had never spent a night in lock up despite the fact that he'd been buggering young lads since his early twenties. He especially liked the little white boys, who were a real delicacy for his big black dick. They might have been intimidated at first by a savage looking African-American whose face looked like it had been in one too many fights but were easily seduced when they discovered what his thick negroid lips and enormous prick could do for them. Not a one had ever told. And most came back for seconds---and beyond. In fact, after nearly twenty-five years, a happy marriage and three children, lily-white banking executive Chris Hammond still came around for sperm injections from Otis' black schlong. Despite approaching the half-century mark Otis' body remained in decent shape. From the time he was eighteen he had toiled as a physical laborer on the county road crew and it showed on his body. By no means overly bulky the black man was still solidly built. At the moment he was planting his size eleven work-boot cladded feet to either side of Devyn's prone body, rear leg biceps contracting as he reached behind with ham-like hands to spread his glutes and lowered his ass to the captive. Getting so satisfyingly worked over by the others Devyn failed to realize at first what the new addition was doing until his dreamy eyelids fluttered open and he saw the dark, solid ass coming at him. He tensed, thrashed about and pulled on the binds holding him in place and shouted, "NO! WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU'RE DOIN'? GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! I DON'T DO THAT SHIT! I'M NOT---" But Otis' big hard butt planted itself flush on Devyn's smooth face and silenced his protests. The interested observers, Jed and the dude with the ridiculously long beard, chuckled at the urchin's garbled squabbling and lecherously stroked their excited dicks while they observed Otis' domination over the lad. The black man rode his greasy trench over Devyn's cute face from chin to forehead, the wiry hairs in his slimy ass crack tickling the boy's nose and coating him with ripe ass juices. Devyn trashed about, kicking out with his legs and fighting the restraints at his limbs. Although he attempted to clamp his mouth tightly shut and tried not to inhale the pungent aroma of the swampy black ass he quickly found himself suffocated between the spheres of Otis' back side. Tossing his head side to side proved fruitless as the big man had his full weight pressed down on his cute face. The only chance he had to catch a breath was when the fucker moved his big-assed butthole up over his nose before riding back down. Wisely sucking in oxygen rather than spewing obscenities Devyn gulped at the sex-filled air before Otis planted his sweaty asshole directly on his once-more pursed lips and growled, "Come on, you little white bitch! Lick that tasty black asshole! I ain't gonna let up on you 'til you do!" The other pervs working him over---a pudgy old man devouring his cock, Falmouth chewing on his sac, Huck tonguing his hole and the two working his tits---became even more aggressive with their ministrations. Still, Devyn refused to relent to big blackie. His face was screwed up in a grimace of distaste as the man ground his ripe ass against him, its musky maleness pervading his nostrils and a sticky tartness rubbing against his bruised lips. Although young Devyn was proving to be difficult, Otis had broken many young boys in his day. A determined Otis reached down between his haunches, pinched the rascal's nostrils tightly closed and sat the entire weight of his body down over his mouth. It wasn't long before Devyn reacted to his oxygen being entirely cut off. His body twitched violently, toes curled, blunt fingers dug into palms and he fruitlessly squealed against the man's smothering hinds. Realizing he was beaten, at least for now, Devyn lashed out with his tongue and swabbed Otis' gaping asshole. "Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout," the black man triumphed, releasing his hold on the errant boy's pert nose and allowing him to breathe again. The moment he could suck in some air Devyn clamped his lips shut, resulting in Otis pinching his nostrils again. "You keep eatin' that asshole, boy, or I'ma keep smotherin' you." Devyn held off as long as he could but quickly realized a battle of the wills was not going to work with his captor. Reluctantly his agile tongue slipped out and ran along the greasy spread of Otis' black buttocks. Its taste was ripe and nasty and the teen couldn't figure why all those men went apeshit over eating his boy hole. Fuckin' Redmond could go for hours just munching away on his shitter---could even shoot a hand's free load while doing it, too! Devyn thought it was grotesque. But to keep the man from cutting short his breath he glided his young licker through the foul, hairy crack and hoped it would buy him some time. But Otis was not to be daunted. "The hole, white boy! Dig your tongue up on in there and eat me out!" Devyn grumbled a protest but, when Otis once again went for his nostrils, reluctantly complied. Swallowing back revulsion he tickled the anal lips with just the tip of his tongue, surprised at how quickly it pulsed open for him. With little other choice he shimmied his digit deep into the slimy dark tunnel until his lips were locked around the opening. Mimicking all the times his boy hole had been delightfully serviced Devyn began rapidly flicking around inside Otis' funky hollow. "Ah yeah, boy, that's it!" Otis moaned, licking his thick chops and rolling his eyes upward in bliss. "The kid's doin' it? He's really eating your asshole?" the Rip Van Winkle bearded one enthused. "Fuck, the kid is ripe 'n ready!" Quickly edging Huck out of the way he dropped down between Devyn's open thighs, shoved his tongue into the boy's already-shit-shined pucker and ate like a pig. It was an ass eating feast from both ends: Rip devouring Devyn's boy twat while Devyn scoured the smoky membranes of Otis' black hole. Despite his dire predicament, with all the attention being lavished on his sensitive points, Devyn's hairless scrotum quickly tightened up under Falmouth's lathing tongue, his shackled body took to convulsing and a volley of teen cum ripped from his boy hole straight into pudgy's rapidly sucking mouth. Huck, desperate for a taste of his own, shoved pudgy out of the way and, locking his lips around the base of the cock, sucked like a madman to fill his gullet with fresh young cum. It was a forceful orgasm for Devyn who was thrashing and moaning as Falmouth now took over, coaxing even more boy juice out of his rod. Otis slapped him across a side of the face, reminding him to keep busy eating his ass. So aroused was he by his thunderous release that Devyn resumed his duty. Spurred on by his release, and all the mouths feasting on his junk, Devyn more enthusiastically went to work on Otis, sucking his hole and thrusting his tongue in and out of the dark bull's eye. As Devyn came down from his orgasm, his body still bucking from first one---then the other---of his tit munchers as they ran their tongues over his still-sensitive dick head washing up all the spent cum, Otis lifted his wet ass from the youngster. Grabbing a fist full of his white-blond hair he forced the kid's head backward and snarled, "Now's the time, boy. We got you off good, now's the time you do the same for us." As the cock suckers savored the flavor of this young boy's load on their palates, Otis hoisted himself into position just behind Devyn's head and brought his enormous fuck muscle to the boy's cupid's lips. Devyn balked as soon as he realized what was going on but Otis repeated the old nose clamp routine, which eventually forced the lad's mouth open. Having anticipated the moment Otis was at the ready and quickly thrust his fat cock head between those succulent lips. Devyn's baby blues shot wide in horror and he screamed, but his protest only served to open his throat and allow Otis a clear path for his massive hardon. The black monster filled the Baldwin boy's mouth, making his smooth cheeks bulge and his neck muscles swell from the burden. Otis' dark hand slapped him across the face again. "You bite me, boy, and I'll rip every one of your teeth out one by one, you hear?" Devyn garbled something unintelligible around the nasty-tasting cock. This wasn't supposed to be happening. He wasn't the one who sucked dick. He made those desperate daddies do it to him. Yet here he was hog-tied, splayed-out and rendered entirely vulnerable with a humongous black cock fucking in and out of his mouth. The big fucking knob and more than half the thick cockshaft was being steadily shoved into his face hole, his mouth yawning so wide he thought sure his lips would split at the sides. With each steady thrust Devyn felt more of it plunder his throat until finally his upturned chin was buried in the fucker's wiry bush and big bloated balls were riding the bridge of his nose. He tried like hell to toss his head from side to side, maybe make it more difficult for the perv to ride his face, but his actions only seemed to turn the man on even more. They weren't here for his easy submission; they wanted to see him fight. And if a fight is what they wanted Devyn was just the boy to give them one. He bucked, he railed, he hollered. His wailing throat caused delicious reverberations along the big black dick, spurring Otis to fuck his face with an increased intensity. His slim body thrashed about on the worn mattress, seemingly attempting to resist their lecherous attention but actually magnifying their rampant desire. Rip sucked even harder on the kid's snapping hole, his tongue stuck so far up into it that Devyn's frantic gyrations threatened to rip it out by the root. And the two former tit munchers were in cock sucker's heaven as they fought each other to capture the boy's flailing teen cock. The hands of most of the others roamed over his body, excited by the smoothness of his teen skin and grasping, pinching and pulling his erect nipples. From the shadows of the van Jed stepped forward again. Clearly in charge he placed a strong, hairy forearm around Rips throat and pried the reluctant man from Devyn's sweet young ass, swatted the two cock suckers out of the way and dropped to his knees between the "V" of the captive's struggling legs. Spitting into the palm of one work-calloused hand he shined his hard man meat and brought the drooling eye to Devyn's undulating asshole. The boy was so consumed by the ten inches of black meat mercilessly battering his tonsils he had no idea what was in store for him. Just as he began to wonder why the others had stopped sucking him off and tonguing his hole (it certainly had felt good) Devyn felt strong hands take him under his haunches. Steadying the teen's flailing limbs Jed pressed his cock snout up against Devyn's hot, spit-slick teen target and thrust. Devyn's baby blue's shot impossibly wide and he gave a strangled screech, an involuntarily action which only served to render his throat agape, allowing Otis to plant his dong root deep and grind his wiry pubes against the boy's unblemished face. The urchin's sphincter reflexively clamped down tight on the huge, blunt cock knob planted in his tiny asshole in an attempt to prevent further intrusion. But Jed was a stud who had broken much boy pussy in his time and wasn't about to be daunted. Staring down at the enticing point of contact with lust-filled eyes he drove forward with his pelvis, steadily easing his big meat into the warm, satiny chasm of the boy's deliciously tight ass. Devyn's head was spinning from both the intense pressure in his bowels and the dick lodged in his throat. His cute face had crimsoned from the extreme pain in his rectum, hands were tight fists, fingers digging into his palms and toes were coiled. He wanted to, yes, beg the fucker to take it out. He'd be good; he'd do anything. He'd suck their cocks, all of them. They could shoot their loads all over him. Fuck, he'd even let them blast into his open mouth if they just didn't fuck him! But Otis' black monster pumping in and out of his yawning muzzle made bartering practically impossible. Jed gave a crooked smile of satisfaction when all nine inches of his fucker disappeared down to the short hairs in Devyn's clutching bowels. There were cheers of victory from the others as he held the boy against his groin and enjoyed the flexing of Devyn's innards along his thick rod. "That dude wasn't joshin'," he announced enthusiastically, "This here really is cherry pussy. An' I'm the one gets to bust it!" Even in his delirium Jed's words hadn't been lost on Devyn. What "dude" was he talking about? Who was it had set him up with these perverts? Could it be one of his "tricks?" McCabe? No. The Judge? Highly unlikely. Who disliked him so much they would want to see him snatched up and given a taste of his own medicine? And then he knew. With his virgin asshole stretched into an aching circle around the thick, hairy base of Jed's titanic dick Devyn resumed resistance with renewed vigor, squirming like a hooked trout and shouting garbled protests. Smiling contentedly, Jed slowly pulled back until his dick's fat crown was in the clutch of the boy's super tight ass ring. Then, with a grunt, he heaved it all back inside. Devyn twisted and turned, screaming out in agony, but to no avail. Jed was pumping him with long, deliberate strokes, each one coming faster than the last. With Otis' sweaty balls bouncing in his face Dev couldn't see it, but there was a look of raw determination on Jed's ruggedly handsome face. His victim's struggling only made things that much more exciting; Jed liked a boy who fought back. Devyn's troubles were further compounded by the nasty dick raping his throat. As the huge black monster came up out of his gullet and dragged across his tongue it deposited some heavy leakage. Devyn balked at the taste of the other man's precum, tried to spit it out but, in the process, wound up unintentionally running his muscle along the underside of the gamey cock. This seemed to please Otis, who gave Devyn's throat a much-needed break and took to just pumping to the back of his mouth and the insides of his cheeks. Precum liberally seeped from his cock eye, washing Devyn's cavity with its tangy sweetness. With his mouth growing increasingly full of his own saliva combined with the man's funky juices, and no way to extract it, Devyn was forced to swallow. A sheen of sexy sweat glistened on Jed's muscular chest and torso as he snapped his hips back and forth, pounding teen ass with powerful thrusts. Devyn's cherry hole was tight as a drum on his pistoning unit but Jed laid into him undeterred. His big man meat rammed in to the hilt with each powerful thrust, causing the rich kid to buck and squirm like an unbroken stallion. Jed showed the boy no mercy, wanting his first fuck to be the one he always remembered. After all, wasn't that what ex-con Lombardo ordered up? Said he knew a kid who needed a dressing down, heard about Jed from some other yardbirds and suggested Jed host a little party for those with a mutual interest. With the promise of minimal risk, and his dick hungry for teen boy-twat, Jed took the ex-con up on his offer. He rounded up some of the most deviant boy lovers he knew and staked out the Baldwin estate for days before making the snatch. One look at the cute, white-banged boy riding his bike to some big house in the neighborhood late one afternoon was all it took to entice Jed. Sinking his cock into the tight warm pussy over and over felt like absolute bliss to the backwoods Kentuckian. Ever since he saw that cute little ass perched up there on the seat of his bike Jed had thought about fucking it. Plunging his cock head deep into the blond kid's violated bowels Jed had to pause for the briefest of moments, allowing the sensations of the slippery clutching sheath to caress his manhood. Throwing back his head with a manly sigh his eyes fluttered dreamily upward as he relished the clutch of virgin asshole. His randy cock pulsed heavily inside Devyn as he hastily resuming his fuck motions, desiring that young hole more than anything before. The youngster's hot little ass was so damned inviting, smooth and hairless, its tender insides so warm, juicy and tender clenching his battering ram with a vise-like grip. Gritting his teeth, Jed bore down even harder on the boy, his savage fucking relentless, just as Lombardo had ordered. Poor Devyn was panting heavily, small grunts echoing off the cock fucking his mouth each time the other one slammed into his guts. All at once there came a new, and not entirely unpleasant, sensation which stayed Devyn for a perplexing moment. The maniacally driving prick was causing friction against something up in his asshole which was sending waves of erotic impulses through his body. Just before it forced him to shoot another rip-roaring load, which was quickly gobbled up by a bevy of thirsty mouths, Devyn realized it must be what made McCabe and the others go hog-wild when he pounded them. A trigger up their assholes---and now discovered in his own---which actually felt pretty fucking awesome. His trim, youthful body repeatedly convulsed from Jed's brutal thrusts against his cum button, emptying his ball sac for a second time in a few short minutes. It was the best fucking cum he'd ever had, leaving him weak, trembling and, in spite of himself, wanting more. "You liked that, boy, didn't ya? Well, don't you worry none. We got a lot more to give ya." Jed had never let up on Devyn. If anything he'd amped up his action. He was a fuck machine run amok, wildly stabbing his big lusty cock into the boy. His freely swinging, hairy ball sac slapped against Devyn's creamy upturned ass cheeks with every forceful thrust. The rowdy dick kept riding against that ultra-sensitive spot keeping Devyn's teen dick rock hard, even though he'd just cum a mother lode. Somehow these erotic impulses outweighed the pain of the huge cock pillaging his hole. Thirteen-year-old Devyn Baldwin, the little brat who hid behind an angelic facade, the scamp who coerced mature, oft-times married, men into volunteering their hairy asses to him, that very same Devyn suddenly found himself consumed by a torrid heat he'd never felt before. The cock ripping apart his tiny asshole still hurt like a sonofabitch but, oh, the way it kneaded that inner button was beyond awesome. For some baffling reason he suddenly didn't want it to end. To his own surprise he began arching his ass up at Jed, inviting his full-force thrusts, and grinding his butt against the man's bristly bush when he achieved that wicked feeling of fullness. Jed knew it the first moment he'd broken the kid; it wasn't his first fuck at the rodeo. "Oh yeah," he breathed huskily. "Now we're really gonna have us some fun." With that he came down on Devyn, powerful hands to either side of the boy and accelerated the tempo of his mean thrusts, his round and meaty ass rising and falling at breakneck speed. Although they were strictly boy lovers Jed was a fine figure of a man and presented quite a delectable treat. Tongues were lolling out as their eyes feasted on strong biceps, back laden with muscle and those tempting ass cheeks, their split separating and closing as he punched his cock in and out of the blond boy. One he changed position Jed's big prick was hammering Devyn's prostate from a new, even more intense angle. Devyn's small frame tingled from a sense of pain mingled with pleasure, his earlier discomfort now given way to pure unadulterated lust. To Otis' delight the kid's hot, velvety tongue started lapping on the fleshy underside of his pistoning cock. Not one to deny a young boy his candy Otis pulled back until the kid had a mouthful, nothing more, and allowed him to feast on it. Devyn licked and lapped on his heavily pulsing black shaft like the hungry pup he was. His tongue swirled around the immense girth of the thing. He sucked on the fat head. He pried his tongue into the eye and didn't balk when his actions conjured up fresh seepage of cock lube. He jerked his head back and forth mouth-fucking the shiny staff while he slobbered all over it. "Ummmmmm," Otis moaned, his turn now to loll back his head and sexily tongue-roll his fat, liver-like lips. The others stood around, eyes glazed over with lust and stroked their rock-hard units awaiting their turn at the prey. Jed and Otis had successfully broken the youngster but that didn't mean the fun was anywhere near over. They would all get a chance at him; sloppy seconds was a delicacy in their depraved world. Raunchy, humiliating and degrading sex was Devyn's specialty. Usually he was the one doling it out, but now he was being forced to experience it from the other side. It wasn't so much the ass-stretcher humping itself to the hilt inside him that miraculously had him so fucking aroused, it was what that big dick was doing to the sex button up his ass. It's what was making him act the way he was, humping his ass up against the vicious fucker and sucking that black cock like a starved waif. He couldn't believe---would never have believed---how fucking good it felt to have some dude ravaging his little asshole. If he ever got out of this predicament he'd sure have a huge surprise for Red McCabe and his other boy lovers in town. They'd probably cum on the dime when he propped his pert ass up and ordered them to ride like a cowboy. Devyn's fevered cocksucking, pretty damned good for a first-timer, quickly drew Otis' balls into a tight knot. Fuck, how he didn't want it to end! But his heart was beating like a motherfucker in his chest, his big black body was shaking and his cock was twitching up a storm inside the teen's mouth. With a deep, frenzied sigh his prick let loose, hosing the boy's sucker with spurt after voluminous spurt of hot, salty sperm. Devyn gagged and sputtered as the gooey jets of cum jetted into his sucker, blasting to the back of his mouth and overflowing his maw. Any attempts to spat it out were thwarted by the continual blasts so, without any other choice, he was forced to gulp it down. After the first few swallows he realized it wasn't bad as he had thought. A bit gamey, perhaps, but not bad at all. In fact, even after Otis had fully discharged, he was lapping and sucking on the sensitive knob with an eager tongue, perhaps hoping for more. "Motherfucker!" the boy garbled when Otis finally yanked his dick from between his lips, still pretending defiance. Now unobstructed, Devyn had a view of the stud fucking him like some wild animal. It was the one who had spoken to him, the driver and probably leader of this pack of sex crazed wolves. Even through the Zorro mask Devyn easily ascertained that he was the best looking of the bunch with a slick, powerfully built body and, after the black stud who'd just creamed his mouth, the biggest dick amongst the cluster fuckers. Dev couldn't figure why a dude like him would take to banging boys when he could easily have all the real pussy he wanted amongst the local yokels out in whatever backwoods county he hailed from. Jed caught him looking and grinned sadistically, revealing the chipped front tooth which made him look even more rugged. "You like that, don't you boy?" he snarled. "FUCK YOU!" Devyn shot back and spat a glob of saliva combined with black man's cum into his face. Jed paused, affronted for a moment, and then, propping himself on only one muscular arm, wiped the spit from his unshaven jaw. "That's the way you wanna play it, boy. Well, you done picked the right guy." He yanked his dick back, sucking Devyn's innards out with him, and then rammed all nine inches back into the fuck pocket. He fucked the boy even more ferociously than before, slamming into him with sledgehammer-force strokes and showing no mercy on the smart-aleck teen. Devyn howled as the fucker laid into him with such savage force, but his cries were quickly dispelled by the leaky seven inches old Falmouth thrust into his gaping maw. Devyn bellowed around the intrusive member as it slid to the back of his throat. The silver haired devil was already shaking with excitement at having his stiff meat stuffed in the face of the beautiful blond boy. It didn't appear he'd be able to hold out for long before he shot his granddaddy load. He groaned with pleasure when Devyn began snaking his tongue around the throbbing meat and lapping at the crown. Devyn figured the quicker he made the old fuck cum, the quicker they all nutted, his ordeal would be over. He slurped on the old man's cock, feathering his tongue along the belly of the shaft the way the Judge did to him. The way that man was quivering gave Devyn hope that he'd drive the old fuck to a heart attack. But all at once Falmouth's cock was expanding and his juices were spewing into Devyn's rapidly sucking mouth. Devyn sucked Falmouth to completion, curiously noting that his cum was more tart on his taste buds than the previous mans. An exhausted Falmouth slipped back on the floor of the van behind him and, with the differing tastes of both men still in his mouth, Devyn was introduced to yet another lusty fuck bone. Fucking, as he was, like a madman it was a testament to Jed's stamina that he had lasted so long. Sweat was trickling over his brow from under his back-turned baseball cap and had broken out all over his heaving body, the glistening skin making his muscularity appear even more pronounced. His breathing came hard and heavy, like a charging bull. He fucked harder. Ever harder. He felt the tightening in his nuts, knew what was about to come. Hammering his colossal cock one final time into the deepest recesses of Devyn's no-longer cherry ass the incredible shockwave of intense sexual release overtook him. Gritting his teeth and tossing back his head he spouted a gusher of rich man seed. Every one of his hard muscles became highly pronounced as the contractions overtook him. Jed's big balls were loaded and he kept blasting one load of hot, steamy cum after another, seeding Devyn for the first time, until he was spent. His manly body went limp, drained, and he fell upon the boy, pinning him to the mattress, while he regained his breath. The feeling of Devyn's smooth young skin against his hairy chest caused his dick to flex once more in the boy's freshly created cunt. Finally slipping his prick out of the teen he rolled over to the side on his back, satiated. No sooner had Jed vacated the fuck hole Huck quickly took his place. The hairy hillbilly thrust his eight inch bad boy into Devyn's new twat, felt Jed's load churn around his dick, and proceeded to fuck the kid senseless. On and on they went. Once the Senior blew his watery load into Devyn's gullet the two former tit munchers took over. Each positioned at opposite sides of his face they alternated feeding him their pricks, occasionally managed to gag him with both at once. When they came it was a double load drowning the distressed youngster. After Huck had dumped his motherlode bearded Rip jumped into the saddle, tearing the teen up much as the two before him. And then, after all had pleasured themselves in his two orifices they gathered around in a circle jerk and pumped their cocks to a second release, bathing the writhing boy's body in sticky cum. Pushed beyond the limits of physical endurance, the fight fucked out of him, the sweat and semen drenched thirteen-year-old lay there barely whimpering. Coated head to toe in man cream, the stuff oozed out of his asshole, leaked from the corners of his mouth and even dripped from the insides of his nostrils. He barely heard the engine roar to life or felt the van leaving the woodsy terrain and rejoining the roadway. Sometime later it came to a stop and the driver, leaving the engine idling, came back to untie his bonds. It was the muscular one, the chip-toothed guy who had first raped his cunt. The guy lifted him, slid open the side door of the van and unceremoniously dumped him roadside with his bundle of clothing soon following. Devyn heard the van pulling away and lay there for a few minutes on the dewy grass before collecting himself together. Shivering against the cold, he managed to rise on wobbly legs and pull on his jacket, but nothing more, instead carrying the remainder of his clothes in the crook of one arm. Looking around he realized the boyfuckers had left him at the end of the Baldwin driveway. Slowly, with cum leaking from his abused asshole down along his inner thighs, he staggered along the long drive through the glen of trees to the big house in back. One look at the trellis leading up to his bedroom, an exit and entrance he had used many times before, convinced him he wouldn't make it tonight. Instead he slowly, excruciatingly, made his way to the side entrance at the lowest level of the mansion. Working the security code he allowed himself inside the warm house. With a wobbly gait he slowly made his way along the dimly lit hallway to the back stairway which, after two flights, would lead him to his room. He was hardly aware of the figure in his path, leaning against the wall, until he was almost up on him. "Late night, master Baldwin?" taunted Lombardo. Devyn tried to speak, tried to lash out at the villain, but found he couldn't. All his energy was spent. He couldn't even fight when Lombardo swiftly gathered him up, threw him over a strong shoulder and carried him the rest of the way. Kicking open the door to the boy's room Lombardo deposited him on the bed. An exhausted Devyn lay there on his belly, willing sleep to overtake him. But there was Lombardo, once again, leaning into him with hands to either side hissing into his ear, "Don't you ever fuck with me again, boy." And then he was gone. Lombardo silently closed the door to Devyn's room and with a self-satisfied smile on his face and a kick to his step casually sauntered down the hallway. Abruptly halting at Ryan's door he paused to consider, made a decision and slipped into the room. Ryan was sleeping soundly, the smell of teen spirit perking Lombardo's nostrils as he crept to the bedside and lifted the covers. Direct moonlight cascaded over the sleeping teen's hunky body lying face down, muscular arms fanned out and stuffed under the fluffy pillows. Lombardo's eyes flared when he saw the tightie-whities encasing that jutting bubbled butt. He deftly threw himself atop the husky boy, slid him arms up under Ryan's exposed armpits and ran his wet mouth along the back of the jock's neck. Ryan woke with a start, struggling under the older man's fit body. "Lombardo! Again? What the heck? I was sleeping, dude." "You're up now, boy," Lombardo whispered huskily into his ear, grinding his jean-covered pelvis against the mounds of the teen's ass. "And you're mine. Don't you forget that. You're all mine! Now give me that big ass!" And, with little other choice, Ryan did.