Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: BOYS WILL BE BOYS 6
Published: 24.11.2022
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 6
TURNING OFF THE LIGHTS
The boys stopped at their favorite malt shop for a soda. They liked it because it had a table that was more private than the others, and had a great view of the sidewalk, where they could watch the girls leaving school or hanging out on the street corner to be seen.
This table was popular and usually unoccupied because it was partly around a corner and not conspicuous. It was private enough that they felt comfortable sometimes pulling out their cocks and masturbating under the table as they talked about really sexy stuff.
“I can’t believe that filthy little bitch Debbie being harnessed like she was a fuckin’ horse,” Cliff said as the boys sat down, “Like she just knelt there and played horsie for that man like it was the natural thing to do. If I’d had them reins I’d of used them to slap her bare naked bum so hard they’d raise some real welts on her!”
“That’s what Downstroke told us bitches are for,” Kenny replied, “He said they love to get theirselves abused really good by guys, and those reins would give her some serious angry welts to remember you by! Young girls’ skin welts up like crazy if you hit them hard enough.”
“Downstroke sells them that stuff they use for fun to hurt girls with,” Ricky chipped in, “So he’s makin’ money from rent an’ from the sale of all those adult toys. Who’d have guessed a company would actually make and sell shit like that. Who’d ever think of harnessin’ a young girl like Debbie up bare naked like she was nothin’ but a fuckin’ horse?
“That’s fucking brilliant! That Downstroke guy’s one smart dude, right? Like he said he even sells videos of the girls doin’ what we saw, an’ lots of guys buy them, so no matter what, he makes a killin’ on what the girls do in that secret room of his. He’s got it fuckin’ made!”
Billy added, “I can’t figure how he got these under-age girls to be working as nothing but filthy whores for him in the first place. Who’d ever think a bunch of schoolgirls would be interested in, or even know about this kind of stuff? I thought only boys would ever get their dicks up being interested in this kind of thing.”
“You don’t have a sister, do you,” Cliff responded, “Ever since I was eight and my little sister Rebecca was five, we would take a bath together, after Mom had her bath, to save water. When we’d been doing it for awhile, just for fun we’d tickle each other’s dinks under the bubbles. I even got her to suck my cock while I tickled her cunnie.
“By the time I was ten I started to get a real woodie, like grow myself a stiff dick, and she thought that was amazing, and always wanted to suck on it. I learned girls are natural cocksuckers, once you can get them to do it. The trick is to tease them until they almost beg for it.
“Then after she’d sucked me up for awhile, I’d get her to have her back to me as I sat in the tub, and then lean back, and I taught her about guys and girls hookin’ up. She’d heard about that at school from her friends, but didn’t really know what it was all about. She took to it right away.
“I’d poke my dink into her ass-crack, slide it around and back and forth, and when she was ready I’d shove it right up into her tight little bum-hole, slick as you could imagine, and she’d shriek, but then she’d get into it, and learned to bounce after we’d done it a few times. That was special.
“When I was 11 and she was eight, I was able to squirt cum up into her. When we’d get out to dry ourselves, we’d dry each other, and I made sure her cunnie was nice and dry. Sometimes her butt leaked my cum, and to tease her I’d call her a cum bum. She didn’t much like that.
“I’d soap my dick up good first before I butt fucked her, and we’d pretend I was cleaning her poop chute for her, which I guess I really was. She wasn’t like a girlfriend or anything, like it wasn’t as if I kissed her or anythin’ geeky like that, we’d just hook up cock-to-bum and have a good time.
“I mean she was just my sister, right? I’m pretty sure our parents didn’t have any idea about it. When she turned nine, she learned from other girls that hookin’ up was really all about fuckin’, like in the cunt, and she wanted to do it right, so we used pliers an’ a screwdriver to rip her hymen.
“I just watched while she did it herself, and it surprised me when it didn’t bleed too much, and then we started to hook up for real. The bathtub wasn’t a very good place to do that, so we worked something else out. We were pretty good at figuring out how to do stuff without getting caught.
“Our house was small and had only two bedrooms, and hers was upstairs right next to our parents’ room, but I had one Dad built on the back porch by putting in a partition. We could talk normally and nobody inside the main house could hear anything we said. It was perfect.
“At night she’d sneak downstairs and come into my room, and we could fuck all we liked. We fucked in my bed since she turned eight. She’s nine now, and probably one or two years away from her cycle, so we’re good for that time before we have to start taking any stupid precautions like using rubbers or go back to butt fuckin’ or something.”
“Fucking hell,” Billy said, “I’ve been to your place lots of times, and we’ve hung out in your room a lot, and you never told me I could get a chance to fuck your little sister! What kind of friend are you? I always let you use my catcher’s mitt every time we play baseball.”
“Using a mitt and fucking a sister are different things,” Cliff argued, “And you know it. Balling a little sister is like nepotism or whatever, but if it was you doing it to her it would be real serious, like they call that child rape, which means there’d have to be a trial and you’d go to jail for a long time.”
“That’s not nepotism, stupid,” Ricky said, “That’s what they call incest. That’s what sex within the family means. It’s the same as if you were hooking up with your own mom. She’s a pretty good-looking fox,” he added, “I could get it on with her if I had half a chance!”
“Shut the fuck up, asshole,” Cliff told him, “That’s gettin’ way too personal, and I don’t like it. Leave fucking my mom out of this, okay?”
“You don’t always notice stuff like others do,” Billy chimed in, “Like, do you remember that time when I came over for a sleep-over, when your dad was away and your mom went out for the evening, an’ we watched television?”
“Ya,” Cliff said, “that was just a couple of months ago. And?”
“Well, I noticed there was a little hole in her nylon on the back of her left leg when she left. Somehow, when she came back home, it was on the right leg. How the fuck do you think that happened?”
“Holy crap, Ricky said, “your mom was out getting herself porked! Getting herself a strange piece of ass. Maybe she was workin’, like she was doin’ it for money! I bet your mom looks so hot because she’s nothin’ but a freakin’ call girl, like workin’ rooms at hotels and stuff! Your dad’s outta town a lot, isn’t he! I’d say too often for his own good.”
Cliff was really angry with how the conversation had turned, but he had nothing he could say in her defense. They finished their sodas and left, getting on their bikes and heading over to the Leather Shop to see what new toys Downstroke had on display.
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They thought it would be fun to see if they could figure out what anything they didn’t recognize was supposed to be for. There were some strange devices for sale, and by keeping their minds in the groin area, they came close on several of them, and were not only surprised but also shocked.
Downstroke saw the boys window shopping, and invited them in. There was no way they would ever refuse an invitation from the owner of this shop, their friend and guide in the mysteries of sexual deviance, to which they were quickly becoming accustomed.
“You’ve picked an opportune time to drop by,” the store owner told them, “I have a special client, a man who comes only every couple of months.
He runs a string of girls, the kind you’d call prostitutes, and to keep his string fresh he introduces a new worker every couple of months, and of course when that occurs one of his other girls has to leave.
“I think its time you learned what happens to young ladies when they reach the bottom of the barrel, and are of little use. He’s just arrived, and has set up some cameras, as he always does, to record the passage of the girl leaving. I’m sure you’re ready to see how he handles, like what he does with those who have to go — You’ve all heard the word snuff, haven’t you?”
“That’s chewing tobacco, isn’t it?” Ricky volunteered, “You said something about snuff videos you sell to guys under the counter. Tobacco’s one meaning of the word. Baseball players always chew it, and spit on the ground. There is another meaning, and that has more to do with the videos. Its like when you put out a candle.”
“Sure, I’ve heard of that, snuffing out a freaking candle,” came from Billy.
“Well, think of the young lady, the man’s over-used and abused prostitute, as a candle. My client is going to make a video of himself taking care of her, by putting out her lights. For good.”
“Holy crap, you’re saying he’s gonna kill the fucking bitch, and he’s doing it up in the room where we watch?” Kenny said.
He was so startled he forgot to contract the expletive, which was the cool thing to do at his age.
“You might want to watch this, because it can be very exciting, in a special way, but you’ll have to promise to be very quiet, because it’s super important he doesn’t know you’re there.”
“We can do that,” they said in unison.
The thirteen-year-old boys’ penises were up and pushing at their pants as they realized they were about to witness a man actually killing a young woman, just to dispose of her in a way people could watch and enjoy it on their computers or televisions.
This was proving to be much more that they could ever have expected of their relationship with the owner of the Leather Shop. This nice man Downstroke, with the dirty stuff for sale and the dirtier things happening upstairs that he allowed the boys to witness was his way of showing he was a true friend.
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The boys were back at their favorite table at the Malt Shop, and their penises were sore in their pants from the workout they had taken in the tiny viewing room behind the mirror. What took place had shaken them to their core, and as Mr. Downstroke had guessed, had also thrilled them.
“I never seen a girl her age, or I guess any age, get herself killed before,” Kenny said, stating the obvious.
“Me neither,” said Ricky, “That guy was really heartless, but really good with that butcher knife.”
“A guy’s gotta be extra tough when he’s dealing with a cunt,” Kenny said, “Especially if he’s snuffing the bitch. Just like Downstroke said, girls are nothing but cunts, ever, right? Ya needs to be in charge, and you can’t ever let them get off easy, or even get off at all.”
“And that cunt had used up her best assets,” Billy said, “By fucking for that guy for so long his customers all got tired of her, and like she got sloppy, so there was really nothing else he could do but get rid of her, and he found himself a great way that made him lots of money!”
“Cripes,” Cliff said, “Are we all guilty now of being complicit, because we watched and got our rocks off seeing her get herself murdered right in front of us, with all of what we did, having our cocks out and jacking off watching him kill her, and all of us shooting our spunk like that when he did?”
“No fuckin’ way,” Billy said, “Like nobody except for Mr. Downstroke even knows we were there, and he was watching the killing of that cunt too. We’re all safe, no sweat, as long as none of us talks about it to others, even if we think they would, they might not understand.”
“I’ll bet the video he got from that killing of a bare-naked bitch cunt will be worth a ton!” Ricky said, “That was really gross shit, using that big long butcher knife on her like that. I never seen anything like that. That bitch of his he done, the burnt-out whore cunt of his, didn’t have a fucking chance!”
“She sure the fuck didn’t get off easy,” Cliff said, “Did you see the way he stuck that butcher knife up into her cunt, and then ripped it upward, slicing open the girl’s tummy right past her belly button and on up to her ribs? That opened her hot body right up, like a stuck pig, or a peeled shrimp!”
“Fuck me, I’ll never eat a shrimp again! And all them guts inside her,” Billy contributed, “Who knew girls were for getting done like that, split open so we could see everything! I never knew a girl had all them guts wrapped up in her belly. There must have been 30 feet of them, maybe more!”
Ricky pointed out, “All people have a big pack of guts inside, even us. He just knew he wanted to get them out, so the cameras could record him pulling them all out. I mean, besides killing her for the cameras, he had to add some entertainment value too, right? Shit, she really screamed good when he did all that!”
“He had them three cameras really well placed,” added Kenny, “So he got lots of great video of it all, catching all the fucking action, stabbing her in the cunt, ripping her open, jerking out guts and organs and everything, like they do to pigs, and getting video that he could edit together later.”
“Four cameras,” Billy corrected, “There was another one up on the shelf across the room, in addition to them three on tripods.”
Because the event was being videoed for later sale, Billy had looked around the room for other cameras, and spotted one of four that were always in place, to document a feed to the lounge with the pool.
He had missed finding the other three, which had been more carefully concealed, nor did he notice the two hidden cameras in the small space he and his friends occupied as viewers. He was an alert boy, but with limited experience, was not technically savvy.
The cameras he had spotted in the other room, discretely placed on shelves among books and nick-nacks, he had assumed belonged to that terrible man who had mercilessly kill the nude girl as they watched from behind the mirror, and jacked off. He was wrong.
He had no idea that a group of nude adult males across town who were accompanied by naked little bum boys and nude pre-pubescent girls wearing only heels and collars, the kind of girls he’d like to fuck, had watched the same action they had, as well as viewing he and his friends watching the cunt killing and masturbating behind the mirror.
The boys had immediately recognized the man who killed the girl with a butcher knife. He worked as a janitor at the bus depot, where they sometimes hung out to have sodas. He had taken that job so that he could quickly identify new young girls arriving in town needing a friend and work.
He would get the teen girls he selected food, small gifts and a job working for him, mainly on their backs, exercising their vaginas and sometimes their rectums on the raging pricks of men who paid their pimp well for the privilege. He taught them tricks that would enhance the pleasure of the johns, and his business was thriving.
He owned a small family grocery, and had a Chinese couple work the store and keep an eye for trouble while his girls worked several rooms in the back, with just a bed and a carpet on the linoleum floor for the girls to kneel on when the johns wanted to mount them from behind and ride them like the bitches the eleven to eighteen-year-old girls had become.
The girls would finish their career when he did a show with his butcher knife and them. He used the Leather Shop because he didn’t want to jeopardize his grocery store operation. His income from minor prostitution and the on-line sale of his snuff videos made him a wealthy man.
When the others went home, Billy convinced Cliff to join him in a visit to the Leather Shop. On the way, he proposed it would be a safe place to bring his little sister, where they could do what they wanted without fear of discovery by their parents. According to Cliff, she really liked being a dirty little bitch, and liked doing sexy things.
“What’s your little sister’s name again?” Billy asked.
“Rebecca,” Cliff answered.
“Right. She sure likes fucking, at least for a kid who hasn’t even got any tits on her yet, and I bet Mr. Downstroke would let you use his private upstairs room to fuck her and stuff, specially if you said it was okay if he watched.”
He had Cliff’s attention.
“Also,” Billy said, “It would be a great opportunity for you to try something new. I’m sure Rebecca would love it too. Like she’s already nine, right? She knows which end is up, and that girls are nothing but cunts. That’s really important for a girl to know while she’s still young, like she is.
“You said you started out messing around in the bathtub when she was still a virgin at 5, by doing her up her butt in the bathtub. I can’t even imagine getting my cock into a girl that fucking young. But as you pointed out when you told us about it, that wasn’t really fucking.”
“What’s your point?” Cliff asked, “I can still do her up the butt whenever I want a real nice tight fit. She still loves getting her asshole reamed with a rigid cock. I told her she did, and she has to do as I say. I expect all girls would like it, if they got the chance.”
“Sure, but you can’t pork her front and back at the same time. That would give her a real thrill! Why don’t we do her together, like I can do her up the butt so I’m not really fucking her, while you giver her the shaft right in her cunt, where she needs it?
“We could cream the stupid little bitch inside, front and back at the same time, like real friends do! I mean, she’s done it all, its only that getting it from two guys at once would be new to her, right? My guess is that most girls don’t ever get that kind of opportunity!”
“Well,” Cliff said to his best friend, “When you put it that way. I guess there’d be nothing wrong about us both getting off inside her. It would be sort of like a gang rape, right? I mean, both holes are there all the time anyway. She might not entirely like it, but she doesn’t have to, because just like Downstroke says, girls are nothing but cunts anyway, right? She has to learn that what guys say goes, because she really is just a cunt, like Downstroke said.”
Billy’s crude suggestion on the use and abuse of Cliff’s little sister proved to be surprisingly persuasive, and just as easily as that, his friend Cliff was in.
“And while we’re there, Mr. Downstroke would probably enjoy watching us doing her, and he could maybe lend us some of his special toys, like that plastic cunt stretcher and the special long-snouted turkey baster! Who knows, your sister Rebecca might even have a blast getting her cervix serviced like that, just like Wendy did!
“Like she’s way too young to get herself knocked up anyway by us putting our semen into her, either by a fuck or by using the turkey baster to inject her like was done to Wendy. It would be perfectly safe for us to do her like that, and it would be a great new experience she might even find sexy.”
“Holy shit, this could be hot as hell,” Cliff responded, “Could you imagine how hot it would be stretching her cunt open with that plastic pussy spreader, and then us getting to poke a turkey baster full of our own cum right up into her cervix, just like Wendy got? Fuck it, I say, let’s fucking do it!”
Downstroke was in when they arrived, as they were sure he would be. Three days later was Saturday, and he had a two-hour opening where they could have the room from ten o’clock until noon. The boys told Rebecca they would all go roller-skating, and the three of them headed off on their bikes.
She was surprised when they stopped at the Leather Shop, but was anxious to see what it was they wanted her to see upstairs. Cliff started by giving her a hug, and told her they had some real fun planned that she’d really like. He’d decided to share her with his best friend Billy.
Rebecca wasn’t sure what he was talking about, until he held her while Billy slipped off her shorts and underpants. She protested, but Cliff told her he needed her to do it. She had to, because she was his sister. Billy was behind her as Cliff held her tightly. At nine she was strong for a girl, but Cliff was stronger.
Billy quickly got his pants off, spread some Vaseline on his rapidly rising erection, poked his penis between Rebecca’s buttocks, and with a sudden thrust he was into the struggling child’s anus to occupy her colon. Billy was simply accepting his friend Cliff’s generous offer to ass fuck his younger sister.
Cliff held her, and assured her it was okay, Billy wasn’t really fucking her.
“He’s my best friend, and he’s only doin’ you up your ass, so its okay,” he said, as much to reassure himself as Rebecca, “Now you and I can have a real fuck while Billy just gives you a bit of an anchor with his dick plugged into your butt-hole.”
“I didn’t say he could do that!” Rebecca said, feeling Billy drive his shaft repeatedly deep into her invaded rectum in a raging fucking action.
When they had played sex games in his bed, Cliff had repeatedly told her girls were nothing but cunts, born only to please men, and now she was learning what he really meant.
Rebecca continued to show resistance by struggling against her restraint, but within minutes it became clear to the hidden observers she was enjoying the steady thrust of Billy’s stiff cock in her anus. Her main fear now was that when he was done Cliff would insist she suck Billy’s cock, even if it came out of her a bit dirty with her poop, as she knew it would.
“You didn’t have to give permission, cunt, because you’re my sister, and Billy’s my best friend, and I said it was okay. Just shut up and enjoy it!”
With that Cliff got his pants off, revealing his penis was as firm as Billy’s, stimulated by the crude action of his best friend giving his little sister an uninvited butt fuck.
He removed Rebecca’s hole-ridden t-shirt and sneakers, rendering her naked, and with no prompting she lifted her legs to wrap around him as he drove his penis home into her ready cunt. The child, having just turned nine, was proving herself to be a worthy match for the two friends’ double entry enterprise.
Rebecca was one of the prettiest, and now most cooperative little girls Downstroke had ever seen, and he was getting full enjoyment from her active fucking of the two friends. They worked the pretty little girl well, driving their erections into her front and back so that she was fully consumed by their pumping action.
Downstroke’s pounding fist gripping and impelling his rigid cock matched their movement into her, providing his own sexual satisfaction as he watched the double copulation by the boys, still in their early teens, into the tender groin holes of the nine-year-old. He had taught them well, and they were coming along better than he had expected.
Rebecca was thoroughly enjoying her vertical double fuck by her older brother and his friend pounding his penis in her rectum. This was just compounding what she had already experienced with her brother for the past five years, in the bathtub and in his bedroom.
It was enormously erotic for her sizable audience to observe the double carnal invasion of the grade four girl’s delightful nude body. Downstroke in his surveillance room and the men who occupied the lounge with the pool and the kiddies were all duly impressed.
They were also impressed that the boys demonstrated the discipline to hold tight, to pull their eager cocks out of her before ejaculating, holding their seed for the additional wild action they planned. These boys were maturing in the short time they’d been observed.
Whether or not Rebecca would like what was about to follow was quite another matter. Who would know until they gave her the treatment, as they were really going to do. They knew for sure Downstroke was in, no matter what, because he had readily supplied them with the requested equipment.
The boys’ cocks were rising in their pants and getting hard. Downstroke was in, and that meant a lot to the boys, who wondered if they were likely to encounter any limits. They had the full attention of the leather shop owner. This was definitely going to happen!
THE END OF CHAPTER SIX (TO BE CONTINUED)