Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: BOYS WILL BE BOYS 4
Published: 22.11.2022
Story Codes: Young Ones, Voyeurism, Torture, Sadism.
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 4
WENDY’S MOM
Without Downstroke’s encouragement the young boys were feeling their oats and quickly pumping now on their own penises hard, restoring their erections. At their age regeneration seemed to be quicker. What he was telling them was really dirty stuff, shit their parents would be too embarrassed to tell them, and they loved it. This was really exciting!
As they watched the television screen a young man appeared. They recognized him as a high school junior who played on the school football team. Everybody knew Willy Dyck, because he was a star receiver. He was naked, and was displaying a very large up-curving circumcised erection.
He stroked his organ, which was bigger than they would have guessed, pumping it with intensity, with Wendy lying back, her legs spread, watching him with growing sexual excitement. This guy was not only a star at school, who was extremely popular, but he was going to fuck her.
When he was ready, following rigorous pumping of his big cock, the young man surprised them when he ejaculated into a shot-glass. He then took a narrow turkey baster, drew some of his semen from the small glass into it, and inserted into Wendy’s gaping cunt, held open by the plastic specula.
The camera moved in for an extreme closeup to show he was actually poking the narrow glass end or the baster right into her cervix, and squeezing the bulb to insert his own semen directly into the young sex star’s uterus! He was inseminating her with his own sperm from the baster! How filthy could this get?
This was fucking amazing. Could a guy actually get a girl pregnant without directly fucking her, without actually putting his cock into her? This demonstration was gross, bizarre, and really fucking hot! The two lads were getting a full sex education in a single session.
They were learning all the dirty stuff, thanks being friends with the Leather Shop owner, as well as a couple of girls they knew who’d dropped out of school to get rid of boring classes and homework and all that shit to be able to do enjoyable work.
“Hang on boys,” Downstroke warned, “This next part will definitely be more fun for you than for Wendy. She has no idea how far this is going to go. You’ll need to be ready for some serious screaming from this pretty little cunt’s pain. Can you take it?”
They both nodded, not sure what to expect. Downstroke was true to his word. The football star re-loaded the baster, re-inserted the narrow tip into Wendy’s cervix, and her smile disappeared when he began pushing the tool deeper into her, the spread of the tube forcing her cervix to open wider.
The thicker part of the baster was thrust into her specula-exposed inner sex-mouth. He was pushing the turkey roasting tool right up into the young girl’s gonads, fucking her inner plumbing with the fucking baster! Her screams were piercing as the older boy sadistically began deep fucking her internal sex organs with the glass tool.
The sadistic sex play the boys were watching was so far outside their experience that they found their level of sexual excitement rising at an alarming rate, particularly with her shrill screams. This stupid cunt was really getting it, while definitely not getting it on, and they were sure the naked elementary school dropout deserved everything she got.
Willy continued deep fucking her gonads with the glass tube for several minutes, and her continual screaming let the boys know he was giving her a really painful workout.
“Don’t worry, boys, girls are good for a good fucking, even a cervix fucking, flooding her ovaries with his seed. When it gets super painful for her, she’ll know what guys do to her is all about the pleasure men get when it hurts the bitch he’s working on. I had that room soundproofed, so only we, and of course Willy, get to enjoy her screams of pain and anguish.
“Look at Willy’s dick, it’s leaking more semen. He’s really enjoying this, and that’s why he’s doing it. It makes him feel like a man fully in charge. I mean you both know that cunts are not all that important, right, because what the fuck they think doesn’t really matter to anyone.
“I’m sure you guys know this reckless young slut Wendy is definitely nothing but another stupid screaming cunt. She’s proving that with every scream! As you can see, Willy knows how cunts deserve to be treated, particularly young whores like Wendy.”
“My Dad says you’re not supposed to hurt girls,” Ricky said, looking for assurance.
Their host noted that he was still stroking his firm little cock.
“Right,” Downstroke explained, “That’s what parents have to teach us, never disrespect them in public, because not everybody understands or appreciates a woman or a girl’s real place. The best time to let them know they’re nothing but cunts is in private, like what Willy’s doing.
“That’s how it works. They appreciate you being nice to them in public, but they really need to have you dominate them when the time comes, in private where you can really take control. That’s the way things have always been, and men need to be educated to that fact.
“When you show girls you’re totally in charge and what they think doesn’t matter, they love it, especially when they know how serious you are because of how much what you’re doing to them really hurts. This is sort of a form of what you’ve heard of as tough love.”
To prove him right, when the baster was at last pulled out of her, she sat up, wiped her eyes, and looked straight into the camera, smiling.
“Thanks for letting me show you I can take it, all you guys out there. And of course, gentlemen.”
The boys were startled, and wondered if she was talking to them.
That was impossible, because the video had been made weeks before. There was no way she could know that today they were watching her video. They guessed she must have been paid a lot of money to take that kind of abuse, and then thank the viewers for the harsh treatment she’d received.
Wendy continued, still speaking directly into the camera.
“I really love it when men show me I’m just a cunt! All of us girls are, but the best of us are those girls who know it! We’re the ones who are really going to make it. That’s why I love to work at the Cunt Shop.”
It looked to the boys like she was serious.
They had never heard the leather shop referred to as the Cunt Shop. Thinking about the things they saw in the store for sale, they realized that was not a bad description of the place. The place got its name from the leather used to harness girls, and bind them. Guys bought that stuff and the tough toys to fuck with girls. That was how the place made its money.
“I know what girls are for,” Wendy continued, “I’m being such a bad cunt in front of the camera. It was great to have my cervix invaded with the baster, and my ovaries flooded with sperm from a great football player! I know I need to have my pretty ass spanked hard, right now!”
Willy picked up his pants just to pull the belt out of them. He put the buckle against his palm and then wrapped it a few times around his fist. Wendy pulled the specula out of her vagina and got onto her hands and knees, lowering her chest to the mattress.
She thrust her buttocks high in the air, her back arched downward, and with her knees spread, the bulge of her clean shaved vulva and her puckered rectum were as vulnerable as her smooth ass cheeks were to what was to come. She was prepared and positioned for a heavy leather punitive strapping.
“How are you holding up, boys?” Downstroke asked.
“Fine, sir,” they responded in unison.
Both of the excited boys were holding back so that they wouldn’t ejaculate before they got to see the best of the action. This was far more than they had ever expected of this deal they’d made with the leather goods dealer. He was teaching them lots, and proving to be a very good friend.
Willy laid several loud and heavy blows of his belt across Wendy’s ass, and quickly angry red welts crossed her buttocks and also her fully exposed vulva. The boys could hardly believe Wendy was getting both her butt and her pussy whipped! The growing swell of the ring of her rectum told them it was not doing much better.
“Now’s the time to get it on, guys!”
He advanced the tempo of stroking on his big stiff dong, and the boys matched him stroke for stroke.
“Aren’t those bitch-screams Wendy’s giving us excellent? Look at how he’s smacked his belt across the bulge of her fat swelling anus. It’s almost as big as her cunt now with all the lashing leather action it’s taking!” Downstroke narrated. “It almost looks like the hot little bitch is trying to take a shit. Asshole spanking is a special deal, and done properly, one of my favorites! Does it turn you on so you have to cum too?”
Just at that moment they gave him his answer as he and both boys let loose, ejaculating full bore jets of warm semen as their excitement peaked. They were both developing a new respect for how to treat a woman, and a girl like Wendy when there was the opportunity.
“That’s good, boys. Get it all out, or it will get thick and dry inside your piss-slit, clogging it for next time you have to piss.”
The boys took his advice, and used their underpants to wipe off the last couple of drops. A guy couldn’t be too careful, and they had the experience to know how their excess dried cum really could block their dicks when they had to piss. That was painful.
“I want you to see some novel ways females can please men, perhaps some ways you might not have expected. I don’t know if you’re aware that Wendy’s mother is a working prostitute, and has been since before she was Wendy’s age. Wendy’s father is an unknown john who wouldn’t wear a rubber, and seeded her.
“She had got started in the business at the tender age of seven when a local photographer offered her a ride home from the pool when all she had on was a micro bikini, and instead, after buying her a hamburger, he persuaded her to come with him to his studio.
“He let her drink some whisky, and after awhile she let him photograph her attractive young body nude. Wendy’s mom was just a kid at the time, and she was far too young to understand her emerging sexuality, and the attractiveness to men that came with her body and her developing little naked sex organ at the very beginning of maturing.
“He showed her how to present her lovely nakedness, and particularly how to display her pretty little cuntlet to her best advantage, and when she understood and performed well, he promptly got her into the kiddie pornography business. With his help she soon had her own website.
“Her nude photos sold well, thanks to the outrageous poses he had her strike for his camera. The old photographer gave her 7% of the earnings. He had promised her 10%, but told her his effort in doing the shots and for having discovered her was worth something.
“She got pregnant when she was your age, when she added working in pornographic movies to her modeling, and all of the video fucking, particularly of the youngsters, was done bareback, which means with no protection, to meet the growing market for hard core child pornography.
“The customers said using rubbers was like washing your feet with your sox on. Wendy was born during a special birthing show her mother did in the basement of the club where she worked. To make the timing right, she was induced with a special injection, as well as being ass-fucked by studs during the show to get things moving.
“The shot was administered by a young pornographer, not a nurse, who purposefully overdosed her so that when baby Wendy was popped out of her cunt, the mother in her early teens just kept producing for the cheering fans.
“First came the infant, then the after-birth, and then she kept on heaving. She was bucking on her back, screaming the whole time, until, with the whole crowd cheering her on, finally she squeezed out of her entire uterus. The barely-teen bitch had given birth to her baby and then to her fucking gonads!
“The young prick with the syringe had on purpose overdosed her with the inducement, to ensure she gave much more than expected. When she was finished, she then produced a thick stool, the end of it coated in semen from the tough ass-fucking she had taken earlier.
“I heard it was quite the show. The audience went berserk. She was taken to the hospital where work was done to fix her whole womb to ensure she could stay in the profession, and keep on making customers happy, but with her gonads gone, her whelping days were behind her.
“This video I’m showing you was made just a couple of months ago. She’s twenty-seven now, which is old for a whore, but she still has what it takes to please men.”
The television screen became bright again.
A beautiful buxom woman was tied standing up, her arms and legs stretched wide, her wrists bound to overhead ropes to stretch them upward, and she had to stand on tiptoes to remain standing.
“That’s Wendy’s mom,” Downstroke said, “Isn’t she a voluptuous bitch?”
Two nude men approached her, one from behind and the other in front of her. The man behind spread her buttocks with his hands to expose her anus, and he smeared some grease on the tight hole. He thrust his penis against the tiny starfish, and by pressing hard, forced it open with the head of his stiff erection.
The boys gasped as the man in front drove his penis deep into her cunt, and pressed it upward as deep as it would go. The man behind her thrust as hard as he could, fucking her in a rapid series of jabs, each time ramming his penis deeper into her colon.
The man occupying her cunt pulled his dick out, and sliding it beside his companion’s, soon both cocks were deeply seated in the grossly stretched rectum of Wendy’s mother, and the men proceeded to enjoy her colon with a rhythmic fucking action, their cocks sliding against each other helping their sexual stimulation.
Another woman appeared, this one wearing high topped spike-heeled leather boots just like a pair on display in the store window, and a tightly laced girdle that went from her hips to under her large breasts, supporting them to stand unnaturally high, pressed together and fully exposed.
A mannequin in the store window wore one of these girdles as well. But the mannequin on public display had to wear panties in public display in the store window; this woman had none. Her cunt was shaved clean, and her luscious and ring-decorated cunt was on full display.
The boys applied steady stroking to get their dicks up again, and increased the pumping action on their stiffening penises from the excitement she stirred in them. Brass rings pierced her vagina lips, and weights on slender chains pulled them down four inches below her clean-shaved outer labia.
This was so outrageous; the boys realized this beautiful bizarre woman must be a real professional. She held a basket in one hand, and the boys were once again surprised. The reed basket was full of sharp foot-long knitting needles.
The woman in leather cupped one of Wendy’s mom’s large breasts in her hand, and pressed the sharp tip of a knitting needle against the soft meat. The breast flesh was pressed inward, yielding to the needle, and when she increased the pressure the double-fucked woman screamed sharply.
She did so for good reason. The sharp point broke through the skin and the long sharp knitting needle steadily sunk into the firm meat of her big breast. The boys had never seen a woman being tortured before, and they were finding it to be sexually exciting.
“Holy fucking shit, did you see that?” Kenny exclaimed.
“I sure did!” Ricky responded, “That was real radical! She just stabbed her!”
The boys had to raise their voices to be heard over the screams of the tortured woman on the television. They watched the woman in control continue to press on the needle, driving the long instrument right through the breast so deep that it eventually emerged with a tiny spray of blood from the other side.
“That’s what a woman’s tits are for,” Downstroke said, “They’re made to take torture tools. Especially the big ones.”
“Gross!” shouted Kenny, but he was clearly turned on by the cruel violence to the woman, who grossly stretched anus was still being fucked front and back by the two men.
The woman with the needles moved around to the other side of the group, the weights dangling from her greatly distended cunt-lips clicking together with her movement.
Her hand cupped and lifted the other breast, forcing it unnaturally high, and repeated the awful operation with another long needle. It was pushed right through her soft flesh until it too stuck through the other side. This was more exciting than the boys expected.
Both boys were furiously pounding their meat, probably more enthusiastically than they had ever done before. This was definitely not what they had been taught about sex, nor their relationship with females, but they just as definitely liked what they were seeing. This was the real thing!
In their wildest wet dreams, the boys had never imagined anything like this. Both boys had been clipped at birth, and the reddened heads of their penises were broadened and flared with the engorging blood. Even their rectums itched from their raging lust.
Neither could remember being made this horny about anything, ever. Ricky’s penis showed moisture at the urethra. He was getting ready for another ejaculation. This was not too soon, but Downstroke would teach the boys the value of and how to demonstrate ejaculatory restraint.
He suggested they hang back a bit, because the finale would be spectacular, and they would want to experience a full-blown orgasm when they saw it. When a dozen needles had fully pierced each of the tortured woman’s breasts, as a finale the sadistic woman in leather gave each breast an additional needle.
These were used in a different manner. Each went in six inches, being pushed straight down through her inch-long nursing-distended nipples. As an only child, it was Wendy who had sucked them that long. Her radical screams now were the only thing that could be heard because they were incredibly and piercingly loud.
Extreme close-ups of needles entering or exiting her breasts showed scars where this woman had endured this kind of treatment several times before. After all, breasts were just fat and milk ducts, and of course blood vessels and nerves. From the boys newly developed point of view, this was what a woman’s tits, particularly big baggy ones, were for.
Although this kind of abuse was often extremely painful, she did it for the money, knowing that satisfying the kinky needs of men was everything, and would earn her a good living. There was in this world, after all, no free lunch. She just felt lucky to be on the menu.
This kind of torture gig was not her first choice, but it was the kind of service demanded by her richest johns. Being both fucked and tortured paid much better than just getting fucked. She had been cursed with large firm breasts, and most of her clients loved to inflict pain on them.
By doing so they gave her a standard of living she could never afford if ordinary horizontal fucking was her only source of income. She had neither the body nor skill to be an erotic dancer or stripper, and had worked her way up from street prostitute at thirteen.
Her gigs were fucking boys in the alley behind the movie theater, until she was referred by a friend to become a working-class call girl in travelers’ hotels. From that she graduated to entertaining people at private parties by taking needles and the lash of swinging belts for a living.
“She’s got to take these torture gigs as she aged and slowly matured,” Downstroke told them, “Because there are too many young girls taking most of the sex action, and many of them are also now crowding the market for pain. She has to milk her specialty for as long as she can, and at her age the limit is coming soon.
“The new rage at the private parties is now for two naked girls to engage in violent fist fucking competitions, in which the object is to pound the other woman’s uterus so hard she gives up. These fights are always private, and there is no supervision and no rules. Most of the nude female fight gigs are getting very dangerous, some of them lethal.
“Wendy’s mom does very well at these, because when an opponent gets her fist into her, she finds there is no uterus to pound on. The down side of that, of course, is that they can fist her right up to their elbow, which is particularly interesting for the audience, and painful for her.
“The next level for this woman to continue to make a living is to do nude fights in the bar of seedy hotels. There they get a mattress and a blanket to sleep under the bar after closing time, and when they fight the customers expect the fight to end in a knockout.
“They just keep on going until one of the bitches is senseless, out cold. It’s not that uncommon that cunts knocked out in these nasty bar fights don’t ever wake up, because the ladies know that to continue in the violent nude sport it’s safest for them if they kill their opponent.
“That means that often when a cunt is knocked out, she just keeps on getting pounded until the victor is sure she’s made a kill. They don’t of course bill them as fights to the death, but the fights usually don’t end until one of the nude fighting cunts ends up permanently tits up.
“Some bartenders will smash the bottom off an empty bottle and hand it to the cunt on top to use as a weapon. The customers love to see blood, but that means a big cleanup after closing time. It’s common that aging girls like Wendy’s over-the-hill mom are frequently drawn into becoming paid bar fighters.
“I’m talking about the kind where its expected one of the girls gets killed when the violent nude battles, which as I said have no rules, will often get completely out of hand. Some of the women who’ve been in the trade for awhile are very bad, vicious characters.
“The excited lady combatants, usually well stoked on uppers and a few shots of whisky, often get carried away, supported by drunken cheering fans, who don’t think the fight has gone far enough unless it goes all the way. When the women who fight smell blood, they also smell success.
“I have some great nude female bar fight videos in my collection, including a couple where the cunts fight with broken bottles. They were produced professionally in a television studio in Eastern Europe, with a set that looks like an American bar.
“The women not likely Americans, judging by their accents, but they scream at each other in English. There are even actors sitting around drinking, and of course watching the violent action as the two cunts rip off each other’s clothes, pound on and scratch each other before grabbing and smashing the ends of whisky bottles.
“They really go at it, and I won’t ruin it for you by telling you everything, but it gets, as you might guess, pretty bloody. I’m pretty sure you guys will love seeing those, but we’ll have to put that off, since they’re quite long. This one of Wendy’s mom you’re watching is just getting to the best part.”
Ricky ejaculated first, when on the torture video they were watching about half the needles were in place, his spurting triggered by an extra loud scream as a needle struck a nerve. Kenny sensed there was better to come, and held back as best he could, and when the nipple needles went in deep, he too was shooting his load.
666
The group of men reclining around the shallow pool with their pretty little bum boys by their sides or straddling their penises, were pleased with the performance of these two newly recruited boys they watched on the nearby monitors of the video feed from Downstroke’s store.
They looked forward to seeing how the two others they brought with them tomorrow would perform. The men knew the young boys would likely next watch a live sex show featuring the popular little eleven-year-old Debbie Dongjerker performing her magic on one of her customers.
That would be followed by a carefully selected video of increasingly debauched sexual pornography, their maturing little cocks held firmly in hand. The eager young boys were being provided an advanced education in human sexuality and some of its more profound aberrations.
They were being carefully groomed to lust for sadistic sex, featuring the sadistic treatment of naked and screaming young women and girls. They would soon learn the best time to ejaculate, and in the process would also quickly learning their fist was their very best friend.
THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR (TO BE CONTINUED)