Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: BOYS WILL BE BOYS 5
Published: 22.11.2022
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 5
DOUBLING THE GROUP
Ricky did most of the talking. Kenny was the initiator, but it was Ricky who had both feet on the ground, and had the confident, persuasive tone. They selected Billy and Cliff from a list of friends they’d drawn up, based on who they thought could be trusted. They called their friends at suppertime, when they were sure they would be home.
“Hey, what’s up?” the conversations began, as usual.
“You’ll never believe what we did today. Do your parents ever let you watch porno with them? … Mine neither. We found a guy who’s really into it, like he has some really scary filthy videos of both girls and grown-up women, bare naked and doin’ gross stuff, and he likes to share. No shit.
“That ain’t all. Do you remember them 4 girls, one of ‘em from elementary school, that got expelled last fall? You probably heard they were doin’ dirty stuff in the boys shower, bare naked, with lots of naked guys watchin’. I didn’t see it either, but I heard it was radically hot.
“Word is they got really horny, an’ got the guys horny too, naked an’ pissin’ in front of the guys and other nasty stuff. Now they’re all workin’ for this guy we met at the Leather Shop, the owner, Mr. Downstroke. He’s a really cool guy, and he likes to share what happens there with us!
“These girls do their thing like bare naked with men in a room up above the shop, its where they do guys. It’s got a one-way mirror, we put it in, an’ we can watch Debbie Dongjerker doin’ her thing, like she’s workin’ bare naked, and she’ll be there again, jerkin’ a guy off, tomorrow afternoon after school.
“If you want to join us, Mr. Downstroke, the owner, will show us some really gross porno, if you’re up to it. I’m talkin’ really super-hard-core shit. Be there or be square.” That was an old phrase he picked up from his uncle Morty. That wasn’t his real name, but he was called that because he worked at a funeral home as a mortician.
Both Billy and Cliff were in, and right after school the next day, the 4 buddies walked the five blocks to the Leather Shop together. When they arrived in front of the store window, Kenny said “We seen this amazin’ woman who was wearin’ boots like these and a super tight girdle like that, that stuck her big tits up like balloons, her big long nipples showin’.
“She wasn’t wearin’ no panties, she’d shaved off all her cunt hair. She had rings piercing her cunt, an’ she had weights that pulled her cunt lips down as wide as my hand, I swear. It was a monster pussy if I ever saw one, an’ she didn’t hide it or nothin’. She was showin’ it off to the camera like she was real proud of it or somethin’.
“There was this completely nude woman in the video, like the star or something, who it turned out was Wendy’s mom, like she’d always been a whore an’ a stripper. They had her tied up with her arms stretched up by ceiling chains, bein’ fucked by two guys, one in front and one in back.
What was so amazin’ was that both guys had their big dongs shoved up into her bum hole, cock against cock, pressed tight against each other as they fucked into her asshole, an’ the woman in the girdle an’ boots wearin’ the cunt weights stuck a whole bunch of these really long …”
Mr. Downstroke interrupted him, and invited the four boys in.
“This is Billy and this is Cliff,” said Ricky.
“Nice to meet you boys. Debbie’s working the room today, I think you all know her. Her last client just left, and the next is about to get here, so let’s get you up into the viewing room, so you’ll catch all the action, and I assure you it will definitely be worth catching.
This afternoon you are going to get to see some real adult entertainment, and some of it will surprise and hopefully thrill you. Are you all ready to get excited in the most rewarding way, boys? I should warn you that you’ll need to have your cocks out for this!”
“Absolutely, Mr. Downstroke,” said Billy.
“You bet!” echoed Cliff, “We’re gonna get to see lots of cunt, right? Kenny told us all about what they saw upstairs, like really filthy stuff, and invited us to join them.”
They knew exactly what he was talking about. They were sure this was going to be outstanding.
They all went into the store.
“I’ve got to be here in front to greet the next customer,” Downstroke said, “Ricky and Kenny know the way. Stay up there and be quiet until the client’s done with Debbie, and has had time to leave. We don’t want them knowing they’re being watched.”
The boys followed Kenny behind a curtain, and up a narrow ladder. It came up under a trap door in the ceiling. The two new boys were surprised to see through the mirror ten-year-old Debbie, who they all knew, sitting stark naked on the on the bed. She was wearing a very sexy pair of very high heels, and they suited her shapely legs perfectly.
“Get your dicks out, guys,” Ricky instructed, “So we’ll all be ready for the sexy action!”
“It’s jack off time!” Kenny said.
The boys, a bit embarrassed, followed his instructions, and watched Debbie slide off the bed and face them, examining herself in the mirror. The new boys were startled, as they were not yet used to being invisible behind the mirror. All she could see was the room she stood in, and her own image in the mirror that hid the boys.
She pushed her right leg toward the mirror and turned to profile, which partly hid her cleanly plucked pubic mound, but made the boys’ jaws drop with the mature look of that amazing female limb, her foot severely arched and the slender shapely ankle purposefully turned in the perfectly fitting spike heel.
The boys’ stiff pricks moved to the next level. This Debbie was a hot little cunt! Why had they never noticed her outstanding figure, perfect limbs and sexy way she moved when she was at school? It was probably because she dressed with the stogy kind of clothes her mother would have bought for her.
That’s how a lot of the girls at school dressed at that age. It wasn’t until they were in grade seven that they started to wear hot fashion, like micro-short skirts or shorts, tied their blouse or t-shirt up like a wife-beater to expose their tummies and ribs, and wore their mini-shorts so low that three inches of their butt crack was on display.
One aggressive manufacturer of clothing for young girls broke through with a design for girls’ miniskirts that became super-kewl. It had a side slit that could be closed while parents were around, but when open revealed enough of the outside thigh that panties could not be worn with it, or they would be exposed.
These skirts drove the boys wild, and almost all girls wore them. The janitors hated them, because the girls left what they called cunnie-kisses on the desk seats from their juices, brought from naked maturing vaginas by the intrigue and stares of the boys.
Debbie had always worn panties, her skirts were almost knee length, and she left no cunnie-kisses on the desk seats. She also left no menstrual blood stains like older girls, because she was not yet at an age to menstruate and have period cramps.
Admiring herself in the mirror, Debbie turned her back, spread her legs and leaned far forward, looking back over her shoulder at her exposed groin. She was smiling, clearly pleased with what she saw. Her middle finger found the fold of her pretty vagina, and continued on past it to passionately stroke her sensitive anus.
The boys stroked their erections evenly, fully enjoying the show Debbie was giving them. At last her hand pulled away, and the boys were astounded to see her now fully exposed anus open nearly a half inch, and remain open for a couple of seconds before it gradually began to close.
“What the fuck was that?” Cliff asked, “Did this naked little cunt, thinking she was alone, just fart? She sniffed her finger, the one that had probably picked up some juice from her cunt as well as her asshole. Gross!”
As they watched, she seemed pleased with the aroma, and then she stuck the soiled digit into her mouth.
“See, she winked at us with her fuckin’ asshole!” Kenny said, remembering Downstroke’s comment the day before, and as his passion steadily increased, he began seriously stroking his stiffening dick.
The others followed suit, not wanting to be left behind.
“Not too much,” Ricky said, “Don’t jack off too fast, you guys. Jackin’ off’s an art, you know. You’ve gotta wait for the real action before you shoot your load. There’s lots more to come when the guy, her customer, arrives. It’s important not to fuckin’ drain your balls too early.”
They watched Debbie admiring her own immature image in the mirror, giving particular attention to her beautiful open and moistening vagina. It flowered as she rubbed and stroked it. getting herself into the mood to give her next client his money’s worth.
The boys enjoyed the view of a younger girl they knew, who had all the working parts of a real woman, except for cunt and armpit hair, and of course tits, which were hardly starting to sprout. Debbie was in fact a minor in every respect, not yet ready to have her first period.
In the eyes of the boys the naked young girl was quickly becoming what they called a fuckin’ woman. The trap door opened, and Mr. Downstroke came up into the crowded viewing area behind the one-way mirror.
“Practicing pleasure, are you?” he said, “She’s a tasty little piece of ass, isn’t she. She’s capable and experienced well beyond her ten years. I’ve trained her well, and she’s taken to it like a real pro. She’s far happier here pleasing men than she ever was as a grade five student.
“Little Debbie has the perfect attitude for this business; for this pretty little horny bitch, even when she’s all alone, everything’s about sex. Its hard to believe she’s only ten. Debbie is one of the more productive cunts we’ve had working here. She’ll probably be good for at least another three years.”
“Good for three years?” Ricky asked, “What does that mean?”
“We’ll have to teach her lots of new tricks, and adjust that attitude to accept new interesting assignments just to keep clients interested in her, but regardless, they’ll tire of her as she matures, and there will be lots of fresh little girls eagerly waiting to take her place. I know how to recruit them.
“In any event, she’ll most likely burn out in that time. Most girls do. I mean, even wives are worth shit, from a sexual attraction point of view, after the first couple of years. That’s why men divorce them regularly, to get into some new, inexperienced younger cunt.”
“What’s ‘burn out’?” This time it was Kenny asking.
“Good question. Physically that pretty little pussy of hers will be greatly enlarged and become loose from constant action, unable to give satisfaction through its grip on an invading penis. The same is true for her anus, which will develop a permanent bulge, something like a ring. You can always tell a woman who’s had lots of butt action by the bulge of her anus ring.
“She will likely soon have her rectum rupture from over-size and overly aggressive insertions of cocks and large toys. That means she’ll have to be diapered like a baby for the rest of her life, because she won’t be able to keep it in, sort of like a horse. Sometimes life is a bitch.
“It’s hard to believe that tight little starfish she’s displaying now will become a woman’s loose asshole in such a short time, but extensive sexual use of pretty young girls as well as mature women has its price. I’m guessing in three years she’ll have lost most of her customers and be forced to go out working the streets, or worse, strip clubs.
“Females have a finite time in which they are useful for sexual purposes, and you need to realize how important it is we get our money’s worth out of them while they’re still useful, before they turn out to be nothing but street whores. There’s nothing worse than fucking a burnt-out cunt. By then all they’re good for is snuff videos. That’s why we always like to start with the real young ones.”
“What’s finite mean?” asked Kenny.
He had to balance he need to not look stupid with his need to know what the fuck Downstroke was talking about.
“It means limited,” Mr. Downstroke was exaggerating with a purpose.
He was giving more instruction to the boys to stimulate them with the hazards for females they use. His strategy was working. The boys had their eyes glued on Debbie, and they were eagerly fisting their rigid organs with powerful strokes.
“What’s a snuff video?” Cliff asked.
“Time enough for that later. You’ll likely get to see some. They are the kind of videos I sell under the counter, and they are always in demand. I think you’ll enjoy seeing them, once you boys are ready. What we need to prepare you for is success as men, when dealing with females.
“Using cunts for their true purpose, to satisfy our lust, is how men become successful, and is how you guys will not only become real men, but will be able to become great men. Wimpy guys who bow down to girls are no better than cunts themselves, and are ripe for a good butt fucking.
“You guys don’t need a stiff cock thrust up your ass, do you. You sure don’t want to be confused for ladies. Being tough on cunts is the only way to go. You guys understand that’s all bitches good for, right? Once they get to be a lowly street whore, their days are limited.
“Many girls who choose the street life or worse don’t live to see the age of sixteen. That’s just a natural law, what they call a law of nature. They’ll end up being killed, either in a fight over something not worth fighting over, or as entertainment, for somebody’s pleasure.
“They actually kill girls for entertainment?” Billy asked with an incredulous look.
“You betcha,” Downstroke said, ”Sometimes they’re tortured to death, and sometimes they’re forced to fight to the death. You might not believe it, but there are lots of people out there who are willing to pay big money to watch something like that, naked girls fighting each other for their very lives, in a fight that keeps on going until one of them kills the other. In those fights, always one loses, regardless.”
The boys were ready to shit their pants at what they were hearing from Mr. Downstroke. He knew about all this stuff. At that moment the next client, who always started a session with a young girl by using the washroom, came into the room the boys were watching.
He was carrying a leather bag, with The Leather Shop emblem on the side, and when he opened it, the boys saw it was filled with things they were sure he had bought at the downstairs Leather Shop. Downstroke always took care of what his customers wanted or needed for their hobby.
Without prompting, Debbie got onto her hands and knees on the bed. Her client put a harness on her head, a bit in her mouth, and pulled back on a pair of tooled-leather reins. Cliff was so excited at the sight he accelerated his pumping on his penis, and moaned with passion as he quickly began to ejaculate.
She was kneeling like an animal, and Debbie’s client had harnessed her like a horse! A guy fucking a girl from behind like he was riding a fucking horse! It had yet to happen, but the idea was fulfilled in Cliff’s vivid imagination, playing itself out as an amazing wet dream.
666
The gathering of nude men reclining around the small pool, watching the crowded room above the leather shop on video, were delighted at the boy’s early orgasm, and were eager to see if, before the show ended, the lad could repeat that performance.
Knowing what was coming next, they were sure he could. Otherwise, they were just spinning their wheels with this substantial investment. It cost a lot of money to fund the operation of Downstroke, and to ensure the sleazy store owner was always happy.
Also important was to be certain the new boy in the group didn’t experience premature ejaculation on a regular basis. There was nothing in their plans that could accommodate a premier shooter. Guys had to have both stamina and endurance to be useful in the activities they intended for the eager lads.
One of the reclining nude men, eager for a change of sexual sensation, called one of the young naked serving girls, spoke to her for a moment, and she disappeared, to come back pulling a string of five naked youngsters, all of them girls, whose collars were chained together in a line.
The girl in front appeared to be eight, and the others were progressively younger, until the last of them, who could be no older than four. They were precocious girls, with their puffy little cunt-lets well presented by all of them having been masturbated in preparation for the service they were about to perform.
Such teams of little girls were kept in a ready state, in case a member had use for them. These children had also been fed a great deal of juice, to fill their bladders, because in this organization, little girl pee was in demand. They were kept in a constant state of discomfort, ready to pee on demand.
The nude member of the club lay on his side, and instructed the little girls to straddle him, the youngest over his lower legs and the oldest on his ribs, below his raised arm. They were to lower themselves until their pretty little cunts spread, pressed firmly against his flesh, so that he could enjoy their intimate contact.
They did as instructed, assisted by the nude server girl. When all five were in place, the man’s impressive erection was at full staff, with the first glimmer of moisture showing on the head of his glans. Each of the little girls were naturally moist from the masturbation they had done prior to entry.
The naked young girls were directed to gently slide around their sex organs’ contact point with his flesh, and as they did, his penis began to pulse. The little girls were performing their intimate cunt-contact admirably, and he was thoroughly enjoying their efforts.
When he was ready, through his young assistant, he had the girls raise up about four inches, standing up on their tiptoes, and to give him a brief golden shower. They were told not to expend their entire reservoir, as he had further use for the little girl piss they were sharing.
When they were finished, their next task was to get down and lick their own urine off his side. From ankle to armpit, he was treated to the gentle stroking of five little girl tongues licking up their own pee from his naked body. He found this to be so sexually stimulating that he began to ejaculate again. He was quite pleased with the recycling economy.
The final task he had set for them was to sit down on the floor, take another girl’s feet and clean them with her mouth, licking between toes to get any urine taste off them. This was not as easy as it sounded, as they were sitting in their own mixed piss puddles, and the feet were constantly requiring re-cleaning when after they touched the wet floor.
The man with the girls glanced up at the screen at the boys servicing their little erections with their fists. The new boy who had spilled his semen early was of central interest. The big question remaining was regarding his ability to ejaculate a third time when he witnessed what the group of reclining naked men knew was coming on the violent video he and the other boys would be watching.
The boys in Downstroke’s secret back room had no idea what was coming next, when Debbie’s show was over. Their education regarding the creative use and abuse of nude women and girls, and the total disregard for the feelings, rights and safety of females regardless of age, was progressing nicely.
THE END OF CHAPTER FIVE (TO BE CONTINUED)