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Writer: Dale10
Subject: A LOVELY DAY WITH PETER 2
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Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Young Ones, Anal, WS, Humiliation
Synopsis: Another lovely day with Peter. This time, teaching him how to crawl and fetch
A Lovely Day With Peter 2
Fourteen-year-old Peter was bare assed naked on the floor practicing his crawling. His teenage dick was hard and leaking strings of pre cum over his swinging nut sac, down his thigh, and onto the wood floor. Five of my buddies and Chris and I were watching him and giving him pointers.
“When you crawl, keep your legs further apart so your fuck-sack swings more.”
“Arch your back, Peter, so your pussy is the highest point on your body.”
“Open your mouth, Kid and hang our tongue out like you are a fucking animal in heat.”
Watching a fourteen-year-old boy do these things, his smooth pale naked body covered with a light sheen of boy sweat, was truly erotic. The blond-haired pussy boy tried to fucking hard to please us hard in every way. He was a true submissive.
I picked up the filthy, dirty, wet jock strap that one of my buddies, Rich, had brought over in a plastic bag. The damned thing really smelled rank. This black guy a the gym wore it every day for a month without ever washing it. The guys would tease him about it. The pouch was encrusted with piss stains and cum drippings. So Rich pinched it. Now I threw it across the room.
“Fetch,” yelled Rich.
Peter crawled quickly over to the prick pouch and picked the stinking thing up in his mouth and brought it back to me like a fucking dog.
I ruffled his hair and played with his ears.
“That’s my good little fuck cunt!”
One of my other buddies, Daniel, reached down and fingered Peter’s asshole. It was always open and ready now because, along with making him sleep with a ten-inch dildo up his cunt every night, we made him wear a thick butt plug to school each day. We also put him in a plastic dick cage and put clamps on his tits under his shirt. Yes, he was in terrible pain and discomfort all day, but that is exactly what we wanted. We had gotten him excused from gym class. I was working on getting homeschooling permission, but that takes time.
Meanwhile, we didn’t want him thinking about anything except fucking and sucking even while he was at school. His mom had just entered a rehab program and was pretty wiped out, so He was staying with us full-time now. I was planning on getting his tongue pierced with a large stud, not only so that he would talk like a fucking sissy faggot, but also so that it would feel better when he sucked dick.
“Suck on the jock strap, Peter,” I instructed gently.
He looked up at me with his fucking cute sparkling eyes and began to slurp on the filthy prick pouch. As the elastic got wet and the piss and dried cum were rewetted, long strings of yellowish slime ran from the boy’s chin.
“Peter, you know why we are having you crawl around her like this. In order to pay for your upkeep, we have to earn a little extra money. We are doing that by having you model for us. Lots of nice gentlemen on the internet will pay good money to see photos of a healthy American boy. We think you have modelling potential, but you have to work hard at it. You have to learn how to tempt and tease with your young body. You have seen those A and F catalogues. You see how hot those guys are. No reason you can’t be like that. We all think you’ve got what it takes.”
“I’ll say…” Daniel said, working three fingers into the boy’s pretty pink asshole.
I had my buddies fucking Peter by now. He had cried at first, saying he thought our relationship was special, and he didn’t mind me sharing him with Chris because Chris was special too, but how could I let five or six of my friends fuck him? I gently explained to him, kissing him all over that sweet, sexy face, that I loved him so much, I wanted to share how wonderful he was with everyone.
I wanted my buddies to all experience how great a kisser and sucker he was and what an awesome fuck he was. Peter has the cutest cocksucker lips I have ever seen, and when they tremble when he starts to cry, it is so fucking cute. To tell the truth, I would prefer to see him crying all the time … he looks so hot then.
I know that isn’t quite possible. As it is, he cries whenever we give him some new, perverted, disgusting task to do. Like when he had to learn how to eat out, asshole. Again, eating my ass in the middle of a hot sexual bout didn’t bother him all that much, but when I told him I wanted him to eat the asses of my friends, that freaked him.
“Can we fuck him soon?” Rich asked, rubbing the lump in his pants, “I have had a hard-on all day thinking about his sweet little ass globes.”
Peter does have a prize-winning ass, as you will be able to tell from the photos I am sending this time. We are teaching him how to always push his ass out, like a fucking two-bit cunt in heat. I tell Peter that I won’t be happy until every man who passes him on the street, both gay and straight, almost loses it with the need to fuck the boy. Peter has that kind of quality about him that turns on both males and females.
Anyway, he was getting fucked anywhere from five to ten times a night now. He spent most of his time on his back or hands and knees waiting for the next dick to plough him. What did he think about all that time … getting fucked for hours and hours every day … damned if I know. Nor do I care. I just want to turn him into a constantly ploughed fuck-pig.
Eventually, I want him fucked much more than ten times a day. But I have to work up to it. By the time he is sixteen, he will probably be a worthless fucked out piece of shit, but who cares? As long as we have fun with him now. We play such fun games, like all five of us pissing into glasses, and then Peter has to drink some piss from a glass, and then lick our dickheads and piss-holes, and try to guess which class of piss comes from which dick.
To keep his ass pussy fresh when he gets fucked so much, I am now teaching him that after each fuck, he is to scoop the cum out of his cunt and lick it off his fingers. A boy should try to keep a fresh cunt for each fuck. Next week it will be on to the twelve-inch dildo. I will give you a report on that and how well it fits up the fourteen-year-old ass-cunt. It’s going to hurt bloody murder, but I am sure we will be able to get it all in.
I hope you are enjoying Peter’s first modelling attempts. If you want to see something special, please let us know. Peter aims to please.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO