Date: Sun, 17 Oct 2021 13:09:10 +0000
From: Lcb29 <Lcb29@protonmail.com>
Subject: Real Life Popper Trainer: Chapter 6

Hey guys, hope you like this one. It's getting more and more extreme for
little Sammy, and I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for the feedback I've
received so far, I've had some great chats with some of you, and your ideas
and suggestions have been very helpful. If anyone wants to reach out,
please do. I love chatting with you guys.

Please remember, this story below is complete and utter fiction, and it
should stay that way. Leave your fantasies in your head, where they
belong. Let kids be kids.

Again, as with previous chapters, this story acts as popper trainer. Real
world rules apply, poppers are not for everyone and they are not to be
taken lightly. If you feel ill, STOP. Have a drink, get some fresh air. I
cannot be held responsible for your actions. There are A LOT of hits in
this chapter, be warned. You don't have to do them all, go at your own
pace.

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Chapter Six

My body was in shock. It really didn't know what had happened to it. I knew
what virginity was from the older boys on the playground, and from what
they said it was something that was a big deal. So for mine to be stripped
from me, without much input from myself, so vigorously; and then to have it
so thoroughly fucked out of me by twenty grown men, was something else. My
Dad unfastened my legs and then lifted me out of the sling. He held me
tight against his big, sweaty, hairy body; and instinctively I wrapped my
arms and legs around him. He kissed me deep and I kissed back, the both of
us moaning as we did so. I felt random hands pawing at me, and from the way
they were moving, I guessed they were pawing at Dad too, but I wasn't
really focused on them. I was focused on my Dad. He had always been the
most important man in my life, and the person I loved the most; and here
now he was making all my dreams come true, even if I didn't know I even
held those dreams. He must have known they were there, deep in my
subconscious, just waiting to be brought out. He pulled back from the kiss
and smiled down at me. I tried to smile back, but I'm sure I must have
looked a state. I was sweaty, and my face was covered in sweat and pre-cum
and saliva and throat slime and God knows what else.

`Fuck, you look sexy, son!' said my Dad.

I giggled up at him, though my throat hurt a little from the pounding it
had taken whilst the men used it to keep their dicks warm whilst I was
getting fucked.

`Did you enjoy that?' he asked,

`I did, Daddy' I replied, my voice sounded achingly small compared to his,
`it felt really good by the end, though it did hurt a bit when you started,
like you said it would'.

`See' he grinned, `I told you we wouldn't guide you wrong. And we haven't
finished yet'.

I giggled again.

`Are you ready for more?' he asked,

`Yes, Dady' I smiled up at him,

`Good boy, let's get you settled'.

He placed me back in the sling, and then looped my ankles through straps
attached to the top of the slings' chains. This were looser than the
shackles they'd been fastened in whilst I was getting fucked. These at
least let me move my feet somewhat. He left my arms free.

`Comfy there, Sammy?' asked my uncle.

I nodded up at him, thankful my arms were free. Now I could play with my
own little docket.

`Yes, Uncle Mike' I answered.

The group around me cheered at my answer.

`Good boy!' he cried before he leant down and stuck his tongue down my
throat, as he pulled back, he declared,

`Initiative Level Six'

`This level is about opening you up wide and deep, faggot, so we've really
got to fuck you up!'

The bottles were held up to my nose by my Uncle and Gary, and they stroked
my head absentmindedly as I was instructed to huff.

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

My head began to spin again, and I felt that feeling deep inside my hole
coming back. It was like an itch that I couldn't scratch.

`HIT!'

I felt someone running their finger around the plug in my hole, and looked
down to see my Dad concentrating on my hole.

`HIT!'

He grabbed the base of it and wiggled it around gently. I groaned and began
to drool.

`HIT!'

The bottles moved away, leaving me in gooning mess. I could feel my tongue
lolling out of my mouth, but couldn't do nothing about it. My entire body
was at the mercy of these men, their poppers, and whatever they were
planning to do to me. Now the bottles weren't at my nose, the men had
gathered around my Dad, and were all watching what he was doing to my arse,
lazily walking their semi-hard dicks. I made a very odd noise in the back
of my throat as my Dad pulled the plug out of my hole with lilt ceremony. A
felt a stream of cum run out of my arse following it, and 
  reflexively tried to clamp shut to keep it inside me; but of
course, I failed. The men cheered again, though their tone had changed, it
was now deeper, darker. Their eyes were glued on my hole, though whatever
it looked like, they looked happy with it. One of them produced a reusable
water bottle from somewhere, you know the type with the funny lid you suck
on; and handed it to my Dad. I initially thought they were going to give me
another drink, but he upended it in my hole and squeezed. I felt like I was
being filled again, but I couldn't work out what with.

`Let's get this pussy lubed up, fuckpuppet' said my Dad without looking at
me.

I could see him working between my legs, and could see he was pouring a
very thick cloudy liquid from the bottle onto the pointed end of the
plug. He suddenly snapped the bottle shut and handed it off to one of the
men.

`Do you think you can push out for us, puppy? he asked, and I tried to bear
down as much as I could. It felt odd, and I';m not sure how successful it
was, but the men gasped happily so I must have done something good.

`Good boy' growled my father almost absentmindedly. Again, he didn't look
at me.

I felt the plug slip back inside me, it was much smoother this
time. Clearly the lube was doing its' job. However, it was still a big plug
for a relatively small hole and I began to struggle as it widened out. I
groaned as it stretched me, and then it was over as my hole snapped (as
much as it could snap) down onto the narrow neck. But I had no chance to
recover. My Dad pulled it out again, and then pushed it back in again. He
gave me no chance to get used to it, and although the feeling wasn't
painful, it was extremely unusual. I felt like my butt was going to fall
out.

`Help!' I yelped, and at once two of the guys were holding bottles under my
nose.

`I'm not going to stop whilst you huff, son' said my Dad, `but I will go
slowly. Let me know when you've finished, ok?'

`Yes Daddy' I squealed.

`HIT!'

I looked up to the man to my right. He was tall and thin, and covered in
muscles. His dick was slimy and something inside me wanted him to fuck me
hard.

`HIT!'

I looked now to the man on my left. He was much shorter, and wider, and
covered in dark brown fur. One of those guys who looks like he should be
fat, but was in fact pure muscle. He had a short, fat dick, like a fire
hydrant; and I wanted him to fuck me gently I I played with his body hair
and he made me scream with joy.

`HIT!'

I could feel my hole spasming around the plug.

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

I was starting to be able to relax around the widest part of the plug
now. It was starting to feel like my hole was giving up around it. The lube
felt amazing, it was slippery and smelt like Christmas. It allowed Dad to
fuck me deep and fast without hurting me.

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

Dad could now fuck me with the plug without any resistance. It slid in and
out easily, stretching me deeper and wider than I thought possible. But
then who really thinks about how deep or wide they can stretch a nine year
old boys' hole?

`HIT!'

I waved the bottles away as speech was beyond me. Instead I made odd little
yelping noises as my Dad began to increase the speed he was fucking me with
the plug.

`Fuck yeah, pig. Look at that pussy!' declared my father, `no fucking
resistance at all!'

The men behind him grunted their agreement. They were laser focused on my
hole, and their dicks were no longer semi-hard. They were all hard as
rocks. After a particularly deep thrust which saw my cunt offer no
resistance to the silicone invader, my Dad pulled it out with a flourish,
and I experienced yet oddest sensation yet, it was like my hole was
following the toy out.

`Fuck yeah!' shouted my Dad, and his sentiments were echoed by the rest of
the men, `look at that little baby rose!'

I had no idea what he meant, but if they were happy, then I was too.

`Let's see if we can make it bigger, shall we? asked my Dad to no-one in
particular.

He produced another toy from beneath me. This one was thinner and longer,
but had ridges along its' length, which got bigger as it flared out toward
the base. He lubed it up again, spreading the thick liquid from the sports
bottle long its' length with his hand. He the used that lubed-up hand to
slap my open hole. I squealed in response, so he did it again. And
again. And then again, over and over until I was hit by a boygasm that
rocked my body. I could feel it burning deep inside my hole, and before I
could come down from it; my Dad began feeding that long toy inside me. It
was much thinner than the plug, so it was a while before I felt it pushing
deep inside me.

`Ah!' I cried out instinctively.

`Popper him up, boys!' commanded my Dad.

Two other men came to offer me poppers, the one on the right stroking my
face as he held the bottle to my nose.

`You need to breathe deep and push out at the same time, ok Sammy?' asked
my Dad, and he was looking pop at me this time.

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

I pushed down as I was told to do, and felt something give ever so slightly
deep inside me. Deep than any of the dicks had gone. I felt no pain, but a
little discomfort as the tip of the silicone dick slid about an inch
further inside me.

`HIT!'

Dad pulled it back, and then pushed forward again, gentle but
insistent. That place opened up again, and I moaned as I began to feel
fuller than I'd ever felt. This was a different kind of full, deep rather
than wide. But it still felt good.

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

Again, I waved the men away, and they put the bottles away and moved back
down to join the crowd assembled behind my father.

Dad began to move the toy slowly in and out of my arse, pushing it as deep
as he could and then pulling it out until just the tip was left inside my
battered hole. He built up speed, but couldn't go too fast given the toy
was very flexible and would bend awkwardly if he pushed too hard. The
pressure and discomfort I felt earlier were slowly going as he worked me
open deep. The ridges on the toy were caressing the muscles, relaxing
them. I began to moan with pleasure, my little boy nail hard and swaying
with the thrusts like a little fucked up metronome. Once I was as open as
he wanted me, Dad proceeded to push the toy in as deep as he could, and
then jackhammer me with shallow thrusts that meant the final two inches of
the toy were punishing my insides. I groaned through it as I came again. He
pulled the toy all the way out as I came down from my drycum.

`Two down, three to go, faggot' said my Dad, leering up at me from between
my legs.

I groaned in response as there wasn't really anything I could say.

He held up another toy, God knows where he was getting them from. He must
have had his arsenal laid out on the floor beneath my butt. This one was
long and smooth, with a flared head and then a massive bulb at the bottom
where the balls should have been.

`Let's see how my boy gets on with a big dog cock!' exclaimed my Dad
proudly.

The rest of the team cheered, and I began to look around for a dog, getting
increasingly nervous. In the meantime, my Dad lubed up the new toy.

`Don't worry' said my Uncle Mike as he turned my head back to face my
father, and shoved the bottle under my nose again, `it's not a real dog,
just a toy'

I began to relax again. I wasn't sure I wanted a dog to fuck me!

`Now huff, you sexy little cunt!'

Another man appeared on the other side, with another bottle, and then
proceeded to double barrel me.

 `HIT!'

`HIT!'

The flared head and the long, smooth shaft slide inside me easily, deep
enough that I felt that large bulb knock against my hole. But Dad did
nothing about it, content to fuck me just deep enough that it wasn't an
issue.

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

He began to push deeper and my hole tried to open up to meet such a
challenge, but the bulb was big and my hole was smaller.

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

Dad pushed harder still, and I began to struggle. The bulb was starting to
move inside me now, unapologetically stretching my hole as the toy went
from manageable to enormous in the space of a few millimetres.

`You're going to have to huff really deep now if you're going to get that
knot inside you, fuckface' said my Uncle Mike, `and then push down hard!

I did as I was told.

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

I pushed down as hard as I could, and I could feel my hole opening to allow
what Uncle Mike called a knot inside me. My Dad was just holding it against
my hole, allowing my own weight and the movement of the sling to do the
work.

`HIT!'

`Really fucking deep now!' growled my Dad.

`HIT!'

I hit harder than I had done so far, breathing in for a good thirty
seconds. Thirty seconds that saw my hole finally give up and allow the
entire knot inside me. I tried to hold the poppers inside me once the men
had moved the bottles away, but I had no choice but to exhale them as I
screamed. Whether it was pain or pleasure, I don't know. It could have been
both. I could feel nothing my my hole stretching to accommodate such a fat
dick inside me. For his part, my Dad kept the toy perfectly still. It was
me moving around on it. I writhed in pleasure as it stretched me in ways I
never thought possible. I knew I should stop moving, that I was the one
causing my own discomfort, but I couldn't. Mixed in with that discomfort
was the best pleasure I'd eve felt. The knot was pressing hard against my
little prostate, essentially meaning I was cumming constantly with very
little stimulation. After a while of this, my Dad pulled it out slowly, and
my hole stretched around the knot as he pulled it out. I gave a deep groan
as it finally exited my hole, only for it to turn into a yelp as he pulled
it back in me quickly, not giving my poor hole chance to recover. He
proceeded to do that over and over again, and I lost count of the number of
times he made me cum. I seemed I was spasming with a drycum every time the
knot was reinserted in my hole and it battered my prostate. Soon, I was
able to take the knot with no discomfort at all, my hole had grown entirely
accustomed to it. It was then Dad pulled the toy out of me for the last
time, and I began to understand his method: open me up as much as possible,
and then move on the next toy. This was all about working me open, my
pleasure was entirely incidental.

The next toy looked truly bizarre. It was sort of S-shaped, with a pointed
and flared head, and a thick based that must have been a good 8 inches in
diameter. It went from baby pink at the tip to deepest red and the base,
and was covered in vicious looking ridges all the bay down the shaft until
they reached the fat balls.

`Let's see if you can take the Dragon, son!' said my Dad, though the crowd
behind him didn't cheer this time. I scanned their faces, and they were all
focused on my hole, jerking off as they watched. Some were making out
passionately, others were wanting off their teammates, I could also see a
few that were being fingered. However, their man focus was me. I felt like
a slab of meat in front of a pack of wolves, and I loved it!

Two different men double barrelled me this time, rubbing my flushed chest,
playing with my hair, and encouraging me to walk their fat, sweaty dicks as
I huffed.

`HIT!'

The head popped in. I moaned as I exhaled.

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

Dad pushed a bit more and my sloppy hole slipped over the next ridge.

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

More and more ridges slipped inside me, brushing brutally against my
prostate as they did so. I squealed in pleasure with each one.

`HIT!'

I was approaching the widest part of the toy now, my hole was starting to
stretch like it had with the knot. Plus, the pointed head was now wear the
head of the long, flexible toy had been. Though this one was much bigger,
and much firmer, and I could feel my insides spasm around it as they gave
themselves over to this massive toy.

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

The bottles moved away, and I felt the balls touch my arse, and I couldn't
quite believe I'd taken the whole thing in one go. The team cheered, and I
looked down at my Dad, who was looking back up at me with pride and lust in
his eyes.

`Fuck yeah, faggot!' he mouthed up at me.

I smiled back in response, and then laid my head back in the sling. I
didn't want to move, the feelings were just too much. I literally felt like
every part of my body was being invaded by this enormous dick. Slowly, Dad
pulled it back, and I felt every single one of those ridges slither through
each of my sphincters, making me moan in pleasure. He then pushed it back
in just as slowly, until those fat balls were touching my greedy pussy
again. He built up speed slowly, not wanting to go too quickly in case he
hurt me; but soon he was pulling it almost all the way out and then
thundering it back into my hole. Suddenly, when it was all the way inside
me, he let go of it, and I was left supporting the weight of it with my
arse. It was an odd sensation as it pressed against my prostate more than
ever.

`Keep it inside you, fuckslut!' ordered my Dad,

I did as I was told, trying my hardest to simultaneously keep my hole open
enough to allow the toy in me, but flex it enough that it didn't fall
out. I had no sooner tried to establish a rhythm to keep it in me than I
was hit by the strangest feeling yet, and my eyes shot open and I looked
down to see what was happening. My Dad was slapping the bottom of the toy
as it sat in my hole. The entire toy moved every time he did so, and soon
the entire team was leaning forward to have a go at slapping it. I groaned
with every slap, and came with some of the others. Some of the men weren't
even aiming for the toy at all, just slapping my arse roughly, their hands
covered with a mixture of lube and sweat.

`Now push it out of your fucking ruined cunt!' said my Dad.

I pushed down as hard as I could, and I could feel the toy moved ever so
slowly out of me. It became more and more intense the further out of me it
went as I realised no-one was trying to catch it, so the heavy balls were
pulling it towards the floor as it feel out of my pussy. This in turn meant
the head was grating against the top of my hole, and every single ridge
mashed against my butt-nut, causing me to spasm with boygasm after boygasm
as each ridge was forced almost uncomfortably against it. With a squelch
from my hole, and a large thud from the toy, it finally hit the floor. The
team cheered and pressed forward to play with me hole. Dozens of fingers
teased my open pussy, and it felt great, like lots of little dicks just
poking me over and over. I loved it.

`Push out again, fuckpuppy' said Jack, and I did so, locking yes with our
handsome neighbour as I did so. `Fuck yeah, boys! Look at that fucking cunt
bloom!'

I had no idea what they were talking about again, though given I looked
down to see Jacks' dick burp out another bead of pre-cum, I guessed he was
enjoying whatever my wrecked pussy was doing. I felt my Dads' hands frame
my arse, and I didn't realise someone had taken another photo of my hole,
and was a little surprised when they handed me their phone so I can could
see it. I was alarmed! My arse didn't look right at all. My hole wasn't
really a hole any more, it was a mass of pinky-red muscle that was gaping
out of my arse, though I did understand what they were calling it a rose
now. As I looked at the phone, I felt someone (I'm guessing it was my Dad),
slap that rose, and I had a really odd sensation as I felt all that muscle
pull back inside my arse.

`Fuck yeah, son!' shouted my Dad over the din of the other men, `push out
again!'

I pushed out again, and felt it all bloom back out of my hole.

`Keep it like that, baby!' said my Dad as he stood up, let's see if we can
push it back in with something bigger.

The crowd at my hole parted in the middle, and a couple of the men carried
something they placed between my legs. My Dad picked up another toy, the
last one; and proceeded to lube it up. This one was pure black, relatively
smooth, with a big head, and then a consistently fat shaft. It was like one
big column of dick. I felt my pussy spasm at the thought of it. Dad fussed
around with something I couldn't see, and then I could feel the head of it
at my hole, sat there like a battering ram, ready to strike. I heard a
funny whirring, and the pressure at my hole grew until eventually the head
pushed inside me, taking all the folds of my opened up pussy with it. I
closed my eyes and moaned as the toy crept achingly slowly inside me, I
could feel it stretching my cunt out millimetre by millimetre. When I
opened them again, my Dad was stood above me, smiling down at me, cradling
my head. He was holding a bottle at me nose too, just one this time.

`Deep breathes, fuckslut' he instructed, `you're going to need them'.

I did as I was told.

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

The toy continued to push deeper inside of me, almost maddeningly slowly;
but I was grateful it was going so slowly.

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

I felt the fat head breach my second ring and moaned in pleasure.

`HIT!'

My second ring snapped around the head of the toy.

`HIT!'

`Almost there, son' advised my Dad.

`HIT!'

`Now take this one deep, and hold it, ok?' he instructed,

I nodded up at him.

`HIT!'

He moved the bottle away, and told me to keep holding. I could feel the
balls of the toy push gently against me arse and then stay there. I was in
heaven. I was open all the way to where that thin, flexible toy had been;
but now I was filled by a thick column of silicone, which was stretching my
to my very limits, and I felt nothing but pleasure. It sat resolute against
the attempts of my body to expel it, pressed against my aching prostate.

`Breathe out, baby' whispered my Dad in my ear.

As I did, the whirring noise kicked up again and the toy was pulled back
out of my hole, not nearly as slowly this time. The entire thing was out of
me in about 2 seconds, and then pushed back in to the hilt in around the
same time. I realised there was a machine fucking it into me now, no mercy,
no emotion, just hot, thick cock inside my hot, wrecked cunt. The machine
continued as my Dad held me by the head, holding me in place so I couldn't
swing away from the toy on the sling and the toy could fuck me as deep as
possible. I screamed into his arms as the toy began to all but destroy my
hole. I could feel points inside me that had offered resistance to both
cocks and toys since this night had started, now completely fucked into
submission by the toy now battering my insides. I yelped and groaned and
screamed moaned and screamed as it jackhammered into me. I couldn't tell if
they'd turned the speed up on the machine, it seemed like it but perhaps it
was just the massive overload the poppers and the toy were inflicting on my
system.

`We're going to fucking destroy this hole, Sammy' whispered my Dad into my
ear again. His voice was so loving, and yet it was laced with such a fucked
up lust it was etched into every syllable. `Do you want that, fuckslut?' he
asked,

I groaned in response, but whether it was positive or negative I couldn't
tell.

Dad however took it as positive.

`Fuck yeah, you do' he continued, so only I could hear. Even over the noise
of the machine and the noise of the 19 other men jacking off watching my
nine year old cunt being raped by a massive toy on a fuck machine, his
voice was crystal clear to me. `Do you want to know what we're going to do,
son? Or do you want to be surprised?'

`Su...uhhh...prise!' I yelped through my feelings.

`Ok pigslut' he whispered as he laughed at me, `we'll keep it a surprise,
but just know that your hole is never going to be the same Sammy. By the
end of tonight, you're going to be a good little fag and look after the
needs of any man here. Do you understand that? Any man needs a hole to
fuck, you're going to be there. Any man needs his cock sucked, or a throat
to fuck, you're going to be there. Anyone needs a urinal, you're going to
be there. A tongue up their shitter? If they need to tongue out a fucked-up
cunt? You're going to be there. A hole to fuck up with toys? You're going
to be there. Anything else they need, anything else we're still going to do
to you, you're going to be there. Understand that, Sammy? The rest of your
life, you're going to be a fag for these men, and when you get old enough,
we'll teach you how to fuck a man, and everything else that comes from
being a member of this team. Do that sounds fun, fuckpuppy?'

I nodded my head as my Dad took a massive hit of poppers, and then he leant
in to kiss me. His mouth covered all of mine, and the breathed the fumes
into me. I felt my lungs burn with them as we passed them back and forth
between us. It was a new sensation, but it was fucking hot. The toy was
still thundering into my hole and my pussy was spasming. I could feel his
hands stoking my chest, brushing my nipples. He then moved his hand down
and tweaked the end of my dick. I screamed into his mouth and I came again,
and came hard. The toy stopped as I came down from that high, eventually
slipping out of my hole completely. I could feel my hole spasming through
the tail end of my orgasm, but I had no control over it. I couldn't tighten
it at all. It felt like my hole was falling out of my arse, and the men
cheered as the looked on. My dad moved away, down to my hole.

`Fuck yeah!' he shouted, `looks like you're ready, son! I think you've
passed this one, don't you thing guys?'

The team cheered behind them, and they then pressed around us, stroking me,
fingering me, ruffling my hair.

`Level Six Complete' shouted my Dad over the din.