Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: BOYS WILL BE BOYS 2
Published: 18.11.2022
Story Codes: Young Ones, Voyeurism.
Warning: This is a story of pure fantasy. There are no such people, places, and no such incidents every happened. This is entirely derived from the lusting imagination of the author, for his own amusement and yours. Never engage in any acts anything like those depicted here, outside of normal, consensual sex. There is not much of that contained in this document. You must never attempt to influence minors in areas of sexual behavior, or expose them to the kind of activities herein described. Even the delectable little girls described in this story, with their precious little beautifully presented genitalia are not real, so what is described could and did not really happen, and never should. Enough said. Now grab your own ready and eager equipment in a fist and start reading!
Boys Will Be Boys 2
SECOND LAYER OF VOYEURS
The large opulently appointed room had a shallow pool in the middle. Set back from it was a ring of mattresses, and on most of these reclined a naked man, each with a nude five-year-old “bumboy” by his side, each of the little boys wearing a dog collar and leash.
Most noticeable about these pretty little naked boys was the state of their rectums, their, “Boy cunts,” swollen from regular use. Every now and again one of them would be pulled onto his master’s erection, and that child would giggle excitedly, knowing he would receive an ice cream cone after having his colon filled with the man’s jetting sperm.
There were also several eight-year-old beauties, naked girls wearing perfectly fitting high heel shoes and tight collars with leashes that dragged behind them on the floor. These sexy little entertainers were more than decoration, as they had the role of serving girls, keeping the reclining men satisfied in their particular way.
These comely nymphs moved around the room bringing the men drinks and fruit, feeding them slices of apple and large grapes by tucking them into their pert little vaginas and moving their bare groin over the men so that they could use their tongue to dig the fresh pussy-scented fruit out.
As a change of pace, from time to time a man would grasp a leash and pull the little girl down onto him, driving his rigid erection through her anus, up into her colon, and give her a powerful ass fuck, or ramming his rigid erection down her throat for a satisfying face-fuck.
Little girls were quite different from little boys in that respect, offering some variety. The men preferred the boy cunts on the younger children, but variety of stimulation never hurt, except when their satisfaction came from hurting the girls to the point they squealed in pain.
None of these young girls was a virgin, as the men would also give their vagina a workout, probing and pounding their uterus with the head of their erection, enjoying the grip of the girls’ small cunt mouth on the base of their penis as it slid in and out, either leisurely or in a hammering motion to enhance pain of the small cervix where it struck, deep inside the screaming child.
The reclining men were watching large screen television sets placed on the walls around the room. On each was the same image, a split screen. two-thirds of the screen showed two thirteen-year-old boys, Billy and Kenny, masturbating rapidly as they watched what was being enacted on the smaller portion of the screen.
They watched as a man sat on the edge of a cot, his pants and undershorts around his ankles and his face red with his growing sexual excitement, while a naked brunette eleven-year-old girl had both of her hands wrapped around the base of his throbbing rigid erection.
The young naked girl was slowly pumping her fists up and down on his shaft. She was skillfully bringing him to orgasm in a controlled way, and had her mouth ready to deal with his coming ejaculation. They breathlessly watched Wendy intently as she worked the penis of the businessman with her small fists.
The boys, arching their backs as they leaned forward, slowed down their frantic pumping of their pricks and matched her tempo on their own stiff cocks, while the men watching on the big screens pulled the well-conditioned little boys’ rectums down onto their big dicks.
Gripping the nude five-year-old boys’ tiny waists in both hands, the powerful men reclining around the pool and watching the action on large television screens manipulated the children impaled on their erections in time to the girl working at pleasing a restaurant owner, one of her regulars.
They had seen this man engage in sex with this girl before, and knew they would vicariously enjoy his carnal pleasure again. Things progressed predictably, and within minutes the man’s penis was spurting seed into the naked girl’s eagerly awaiting mouth.
With that the two boys watching and the reclining men in the large room around the pool spurted their seed, the boys shooting theirs into the air and the men into the warm cock-stuffed colons of the small giggling boys. The restaurant owner had slipped twenty-five dollars from his till on the way out, as he did daily.
As always, he would take it from the wages of the lazy teenage waitresses who worked for him. He called it an employment tax, which he put to good use using the room above the Leather Shop, and the uneducated girls he employed and who fucked him weekly in his office to keep their jobs, never questioned it.
For all of the schoolgirls he employed, this was a first job, and they had little knowledge of how payroll was handled, nor of how their employer gouged every penny he could from them. They were naïve, but were receiving a solid education from their employer that would help them as they went forward with their lives in the service industry.
He had hired the grade nine and ten girls not for their brains, but for their great legs, their well-developed tits, and their willingness to work in just a wet t-shirt, spike heels and a minuscule g-string that was negligible, in that it covered only the fold of their clit hoods and split their constantly moist vaginas.
The relentless rubbing of the minuscule g-string along their clits kept the girls, their hormones raging, highly stimulated. The tiny garment had a simple, ingenious design. All the taunt string crossing their stimulated vaginas accomplished was to rub against their clitoris as they walked, their cunt-lips distended on either side of the string.
The thread of the bikini kept the lovely young teens in a state of constant sexual arousal. They all loved their job because of the very sexy costumes he provided and allowed them to wear in public. His restaurant, called the, “Raging Rigid Stallion,” was very popular because of the sexual display of the young waitresses.
He insisted the girls who worked for him keep their pubic mounds cleanly shaved, to enhance his eager customers’ enjoyment of what was displayed of their sexual charms. In addition to seeing them exhibited as they worked, he introduced some private entertainment by conducting discipline sessions for the girls.
In a back room, he would charge customers to watch him put a young waitress over his knee, pull down her tiny g-string and spank her bare bottom, always giving them a generous glimpse of her cunt. Three of the girls were more daring, and would let him do a special show where he put her over his lap face up, knees spread, g-string around their ankles.
With them so overtly displayed, he would make a show of spanking her bare and open pussy. He paid them an extra five dollars for the brief bum spanking show, and the three masochistic exhibitionists ten dollars for an unrestrained cunt-slapping cunnie-spanking show.
These vigorous sex organ punishment performances were very popular with the young men who patronized his bar, some of them high school boys and most of the others young laborers. The odd travelling salesman who knew where to look for such fare would also show up.
They willingly paid him forty dollars apiece to witness a show in which the bare bottoms and naked pussies of girls in their early teens were spanked, and there were always at least twenty of them show up to catch each obscene performance. He did three naked waitress punishment shows a night.
These special performances brought in an extra two thousand dollars for the evening, after costs. The costs were simply what he paid the girls extra to be punished in such an erotic way. The bartender, who collected the cash for him, got nothing extra, as it was considered part of his job.
To end the backroom show, the last girl to have her naked cunt smacked, still face up across his lap, would pull open her vagina with her fingers, and customers could stuff rolled up five dollar bills, their denomination showing, into her womb, to soak up some of her internal juices.
When the customers were gone, the owner would extract the money from her cunt himself, and let her keep a couple of the more moist bills for her trouble. The other girls were shut out from the tips, which encouraged them to later volunteer to receive a punishing cunt spanking.
He told the naïve young girls the portion he retained for himself was the cost of doing business. He had also convinced them proper cunt spanking was an art he had mastered, and having performed it on them, he required they give him special compensation.
His explanation was that the money he retained was for his skillful contribution to the show. The stupid cunts bought that argument. He had groomed these youngsters to believe whatever he told them, and he promised them as they got better at it, he would make them stars.
The businessman in the secret room moaned with pleasure as Wendy gradually increased both her grip on the base of his long erection and the speed of her pumping action. The young girl was as good as any professional, and very skilled in her craft of sexually stimulating customers.
Watching her through the one-way mirror, the boys were by comparison rank amateurs, but gripping their cocks firmly, they matched the acceleration of her fist movements on the businessman’s penis with theirs. A firm fist-fuck was the reward they reaped for watching.
The naked men reclining around the small pool observing the action on closed circuit television, all of them highly experienced in the art of carnal enjoyment, matched her tempo increase as they pumped the little bumboys whose rectums gripped with a piston action on the stout stiff base of their large erect penises.
Life was good, and in addition to their carnal enjoyment, they were providing these little children an education they would seldom get at home, if they had one. These particular kids did not, as they had been confiscated from their single mothers by Social Services.
The men’s group had obtained them through an inside contact at the agency, and these cute little boys were now permanent residents of the Club’s well-stocked seraglio. Their records, including birth certificates, had been disposed of, completely deleted, so that now they did not legally exist, as there was no record of them anywhere.
The climax of a full orgasm came to all of the observers and participants at the same time. The rigid penis of the restaurant owner began to pulse of its own volition. Wendy positioned her wide-open mouth in line with the sex-swollen glans of her highly aroused customer.
The experienced naked teen was able to catch the sudden eruption of semen she knew was coming, and she skillfully captured it on the end of her extended tongue, to allow her client to watch her eagerly taking his jetting creamy joy-juice directly into her mouth.
This triggered ejaculation for the boys, who were moaning their passion as they splashed their semen onto the wall. The men at the pool, on cue, began shooting thick creamy gobs deep into the tight colons of the grinning little boys, who were far too young to sport erections.
The small children were motivated with enough experience to be confident the ejaculation inside them signaled their ice cream was coming very soon. Although far advanced from where normal children were at that age, they had not yet developed a sense of sexual arousal.
Wendy and her client had no idea the boys were watching them through the mirror, and none of them in the upstairs of the Leather Shop knew of the large circle of men, little boys or the naked eight-year-old girls in the opulent room far across town, or that they were excitedly watching them all via closed circuit television.
On the other hand, Mr. Downstroke knew all about all of the action, as he was a supplier of youth to the men who loved the sexuality of very young people, and he was grooming the two thirteen-year-old boys to do some recruiting and then live entertaining for the lust-loving men.
His role was to build an insatiable taste for such things in the innocent youngsters. The boys watched the restaurant owner pull up his pants and then surprise them when he showed his disdain for the girl who had just pleased him by slapping her face hard, causing her head to snap around, and calling her a filthy cunt.
That was language the boys used only in the presence of their closest friends, and were shocked to hear it come from the mouth of an adult, particularly one they knew. Wendy’s client departed, giving her little time to recycle and refresh herself, as five minutes later another arrived.
The boys were once more shocked to see that this time her client was the high school principal who was about to expel her from school when she instead quit! They were pulling up their pants when the small opening to the viewing space opened, and Mr. Downstroke appeared.
“Did you enjoy watching Wendy in action?” he asked, knowing the answer.
He had watched the same feed from the hidden cameras the men at the Club had. He had been impressed that boys so young could produce such a volume of semen and shoot it so far. Clearly they had been highly aroused by the hot action they witnessed.
“That was really interesting,” Ricky said.
“Ya, we never seen a girl gettin’ a guy off before,” Kenny added.
“Did you find it exciting?” asked Downstroke.
“She took all his goo right into her mouth, and didn’t spit it out or anything. That was really gross! Like she swallowed his smuck! No wonder that dirty pig isn’t fit to be in school any more.” Ricky spoke with confidence, “I’d let her jack me off, and drink my goo, but I wouldn’t slap her face.”
“That was really mean,” Kenny piped in, “I heard he spanks the bare bums of the girls who work at his restaurant, and gets guys to pay to watch.”
“That’s just for shows, stupid!” Ricky retorted, “I know guys who’ve seen it when some of the girls actually let him spank their bare-naked cunnies, and it happens only if people pay enough to watch him doing it!”
“Ya, but the girls get their cunnies spanked only if they let him, like only if they like it,” said Kenny, “There’s no tellin’ what kind of stupid things girls are gonna like. What do you think, Mr. Downstroke?”
“I think that secretly deep down, girls really like to be hurt,” he responded, “I know some of the girls who work this room like it. They have to work real hard not to grin when they get themselves clobbered. Its a sign of manhood when a grown up man learns how to properly beat a woman. I’m sure you boys will be really good at it, and make girls secretly happy. Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. Have you two grown up yet?”
He looked at their semen trickling down the wall. That was, in his view, a sign of real development.
“Fuckin’ right,” Kenny said, then quickly corrected himself, “Yes sir! I mean I bucked in Susan Carter’s teeth in the lunchroom when she called me a stupid prick, just for grabbin’ some potato chips off her plate. She didn’t break a tooth or nothing, but I split her lip so she bled real good all over her chips, worse than the fuckin’ ketchup!”
They glanced through the mirror to see Wendy sliding the principal’s pants down, and coaxing his penis to erection with her right hand while her left hand skillfully cupped and massaged his scrotum. He was the very man who had threatened to expel her, then turned around and introduced her to the leather shop owner.
He was the guy responsible for her being nothing but a cheap whore today, and the arrogant asshole got to enjoy her plying her trade. The boys were astounded that a man who was responsible for the safety of young girls would actually help to make them into cock-sucking whores.
“Let’s slip downstairs to the shop, boys,” Downstroke suggested, “There’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”
The tone of his voice told them they were not going to stay to watch Wendy jerk off and take a facial from the principal. That was too bad, they’d have loved that.
It wasn’t every day you got to see the guy in charge of the school getting his rocks off in the mouth of a naked student, a girl they both knew. They were, however, confident they would get more chances to see this kind of hot action, and to see some of the other girls who worked in this secret room do their work too. After all, Mr. Downstroke was now their friend.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO (TO BE CONTINUED)