BOYS WILL BE BOYS 9 by Regis

Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: BOYS WILL BE BOYS 9

Published: 27.12.2022

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 9

DEALING WITH REBECCA

Frank Carson and William (Bill) Franklin had just arrived at their extremely private club, buried among hundreds of warehouses and small manufacturing businesses in an industrial section of the City where nobody would expect such an operation.

This was good, because suspicion leads to investigation, and they had no need of intrusion by law enforcement officers into their private lifestyle. For them, total privacy for them and their friends was an absolute. An investigation could bring everything they had worked so hard to build crashing down.

They were in the locker room, removing their clothes and getting a shower before getting settled with a pretty little bum boy to entertain their erections. A pair of eleven-year-old gorgeous nudes in spike heels brought them the six-year-old boys they requested, and administered the requisite enema to the little boys from a small hose and nozzle from the shower’s main tap.

The men instructed the naked young girls kneel and bring their penises to erection with the skillful ministrations of their well-trained warm moist mouths. As the girls worked their oral magic on their raging cocks, the men discussed how things were going.

Although the conversation was general, they paid particular attention to the four boys one of their recruiters had organized, their sports in his clandestine room above the shop, including the entertaining introduction to group sex of the younger sister of one of them, Rebecca.

“Any thoughts on the future of the kid Rebecca?” Bill asked, “She’s a cute, perky little cuntlet.”

“She is indeed,” replied Frank, “I’m thinking a short future. She’d be hot in some kind of competition. Wouldn’t it be revealing to see how she deals with an aggressive, violent naked struggle.”

“Good thinking,” Bill responded, “And if there were some weapons involved, she might also reveal her inner self, in a manner of speaking.” The work the girls were doing to their members, as well as the subject of their conversation, had brought their sex weapons to full stiff erections.

The 11-year-old beauty servicing Bill suddenly hiccuped, and in the process, inadvertently bit his penis. It gave him a sharp pain that dissipated quickly, but was not acceptable behavior for a girl in service. He pulled out of her mouth, his penis gradually losing its firmness.

Smiling pleasantly, he told her he was going to need a long hardwood baton. She immediately got to her feet and her heels clacked as she left, her pert naked ass pumping in a totally female manner as she moved to the equipment room, where everything the men needed was stored.

She returned promptly with what he had requested, and handed him a two-foot long, two-inch thick round hardwood shaft painted shiny black. The paint was unnecessary, as the hardwood was ebony, turned from flawless stock. I appeared as intended, to be an intimidating weapon.

“Get down onto your knees, please,” he said.

She now lost her pretty smile and looked quite concerned, and with good reason. He raised the baton over his shoulder, and with an incredibly powerful swing slammed it into her face with such force that her nose and cheekbones were smashed.

They were driven back into her skull, destroying her face and in the process, fragments of her facial bones spread through her brain. She was dead before her beautiful shapely young naked body pitched back, her buttocks pressing her ankles and stilettos sideways as she hit the floor.

The brutal act he had performed in killing the beautiful child was sufficient to restore his erection to its proud stance. “Nice one, Bill!” Frank said, and sent the girl who’s throat and mouth he had withdrawn from to get a cleanup crew. They watched her shapely figure withdraw as she clomped off in her heels.

They couldn’t leave a mess like this in the locker room for others to discover. That was not appropriate etiquette. Ideally, they would share such a killing with their associates. He had acted on instinct, and thought it best if he not make a show of it.

Bill leaned down between the dead child’s spread knees, and inserting the end of the baton into her unresponsive vagina, he thrust it into her repeatedly with powerful blows until it was fully inserted into her slender torso. Only 4 inches of the pole remained sticking out of her spread cuntlet.

“I should have done this first, while the little cunt was still alive. I’ll have to do another one on the way out, to get it right!”

“Good call,” Frank replied.

The destruction of a serving girl was something they could do whenever one of them was moved to do it, but was sufficiently infrequent to remain a novel act, one sexually stimulating to do or to observe. There were few rules in this group, and an impulsive killing was seen as a normal event, though better with everyone present.

The men took their nude six-year-old bum boys with them into the lounge to join others already there, found their mattresses and lay back, inserting their stout erections into the rectums of their small companions. On the large television screens around the room were images of their various recruiters’ facilities.

What caught their attention was the view of the room above Downstroke’s Leather Shop. Cliff and his three friends had his little sister Rebecca on the bed, face down with her bum raised, her knees widespread, her wrists and ankles bound to the corner posts of the bed. They had inserted large adult toys into her tortured vagina and anus.

The boys had their penises out, and three of them were rapidly masturbating as the fourth plunged the big plastic dildos into Rebecca’s groin holes. They were having a much better time than she was. The excellent soundproofing was necessary. Becca was screaming her lungs out at the severe sexual abuse she was enduring.

The masturbating boys were about to reach climax, and wanting to make every drop count, they unclipped her wrists from the bedposts so they could turn her face up, her legs spread, knees up with both large dildos in her twin fuck holes displayed, and got the beautiful naked 9-year-old into position just in time, so that their spurting penises splashed their cum onto her face.

When Billy, who had been working the dildos, got to pumping his penis as the others had done, Cliff held her eyes open wide so that his best friend Billy could ejaculate directly into them, blurring her vision but giving her the spectacular look of an adult stripper cum queen.

Some strip clubs didn’t even let their customers ejaculate on their performers, although they could quietly ejaculate inside the lap dancers. Cliff was proud that his game little sister had come a long way in a very short time. She was proving to be what Mr. Downstroke had taught them all girls are, just dirty bitches ripe for sexual abuse by real men.

Frank Carson called an impromptu meeting of the dozen men present.

“Bill has suggested we use the little cunt who’s getting her face spunked for a lively competition, that might not be as lively when it’s completed. Perhaps we could arrange to do it on a weekend. Any agreement?”

There was a shout of “Yea!” from all of the members present.

“I believe we have a quorum, so let’s make it happen! Anyone have any ideas of an opponent for her?”

There was a pause as the men, sliding the gripping rectums of little boys on their penises, considered the question. “What about having a three-on-one?” one of the men suggested, “Barry McPhee has a set of scrappy seven-year-old triplet girls he’s been developing for our use.

“The three of them have been fitted with brass knuckles, which they’re learning to use quite effectively. They’ve also been given boxing, wrestling and street fighting no-rules fighting, and they’re progressing well.

“We also outfit them with a waist strap to hold an ebony baton, which they can use to break bones and smash in the skull of an opponent. The three youngsters can easily take on and beat the shit out of a girl who is older, and could be great opponents for Cliff’s nine-year-old sister Rebecca.

“To test them out, he and an associate took the triplets and a five-year-old girl up into the mountains, got them naked, and instructed them to gang up on and kill the younger kid just for the experience. They made a video of the action for us as well as their darkweb paysite to make it worth their while.

“The triplets did very well, according to Barry. He provided us with a copy of the video they made, if that interests you. For most I think it might. The three seven-year-old girls were very cooperative, and they demonstrated imagination in violence beyond their tender years.

“They literally beat the shit out of the child before killing her by first breaking her ribs and most of her bones, and then finding a two-foot-long stick they thrust into her cunt, and pushed it in so deep that it found the naked child’s heart. I don’t think they knew much of physiology, but they got it done, handsomely.”

The group agreed on the three-on-one battle, and left it to the man who made the suggestion to work out the details. It would make fine entertainment for one of their upcoming weekend banquets, which always featured some form of outrageous sexual violence.

They could arrange for the fight to happen right here in their lounge. It would be special to see the young blonde triplets kill a pretty girl two years their senior in a naked fight. With those brass knuckles and the heavy batons, they could wreak havoc on the unarmed kid.

That was, after all, the nature of their private club. Fair was never a part of what they arranged, but maximum shock value definitely was. By staging the one-sided competition here in their own facility, they would see and enjoy the brutal action live rather than on the two-dimensional TV screens.

666

The men arranged for the manufacture and placement of a special Plexiglas containment cage on castors for the naked young triplets and Rebecca to work in while competing. It was adequate for close quarters combat with four participants, with no opportunity for retreat, as it was twelve feet square, ten feet high with a Plexiglas ceiling.

The mattresses had all been taken up, and in their place plush reclining lounge chairs stood around the round transparent enclosure, three per side. Blood or gore flung against it might make a minor obstruction, but would protect the viewers from being inconveniently splattered.

The group had experience, and had learned how to properly set up an armed naked kiddie fight that would go smoothly, without creating opportunities for unnecessary problems to arise. On their first such occasion they pitted a pair of naked twelve-year-old girls against each other, in a barbed wire ring.

That went well, and they did beautiful damage to each other with punching, hair pulling, scratching and kneeing each other so that both were bloodied and bruised, and then one of them ripped the other’s back severely on the barbed wire, finishing her by dropping her knee onto her opponent’s throat, crushing her wind pipe and gullet with her weight.

For the next event a few months later they selected a pair of ten-year-old boys who fought naked against a fourteen-year-old girl with long red hair, a cleanly shaved pubic mound, a slender waist and monster tits. The boys were each given a jackknife, and they fought in the same ring, but this time it was of razor wire.

To give the lads the attitude they required to hate the girl and do well, each was held, with his legs spread and braced, so that she could give him a swift kick in the nuts. She did, and it took fifteen minutes for the naked young boys to recover to the point they could compete.

Before they went into the ring, nude young service girls sucked up their penises to erection, and their cute cocks maintained that stiff stance throughout the competition, as the boys were as sexually stimulated as their audience by the brutal violence of what they were doing to the girl.

They stabbed and slashed her big tits and tight tummy with their short blades, messing her up beautifully. When they failed to subdue her, they got her down and dragged her neck across the razor wire, ripping open her throat. They continued, as they were impressed by the damage it did, and completely decapitated her for their impressed audience of twelve horny men.

Several of the men were splattered by the girl’s blood, and to avoid an unfortunate repeat, the group opted to have the Plexiglas cage built. It had a single Plexiglas door, with a solid lock on it. Once in, the girls would have to stay inside, with no chance but to take part in whatever mayhem ensued.

666

On a Saturday night a month after Tammi’s killing by throat-fucking by the irrepressible entrepreneur Downstroke, the men of the Debauchery Dozen Club gathered, and all were naked on the plush lounge chairs, each with a five-year-old bum boy seated on their cocks.

Behind each set of three lounge chairs on each side of the Plexiglas cage was a single ordinary chair, and on each of these sat a naked eleven-year-old boy, the four who had been befriended by the leather shop owner Downstroke. He had brought them, by special invitation, to witness Cliff’s sister Rebecca’s performance.

The adult men were all attended to by the nude eleven-year-old naked serving girls in their spike heels and tight collars. Everything was ready for the event to commence. A pair of tall naked female handlers brought the seven-year-old identical triplets into the room, crossed to the Plexiglas cage, and put them inside.

The children, batons slung on cords around their waists, had their long blonde hair in ponytails, and their perfect bodies were as stimulating as the men could imagine. They gripped their bum boys by the waist and vigorously moved them up and down on their rigid cocks, masturbating themselves inside the lads.

The boys sitting behind them were startled at the perfection of the beautiful nude triplets, and their penises rose to stand at attention from the stimulating sight. They had no idea girls could be so beautiful, and sexually stimulating, just by their appearance and movement.

The handlers retreated, and a minute later re-appeared with the star of the show, Rebecca. She wore a collar and spike heels, although her opponents were barefoot. She had a stunned look that said she was not here by choice, and that was clear to her male audience, who had arranged for her appearance here.

She had been made up, and with her long false eyelashes, the artful painting of her face and skillful application of lipstick, she looked like a sixteen-year-old ready for sex. The boys held their breath, almost not recognizing her at first, as she looked so incredibly sexy. Their erect cocks, all with carnal knowledge of her, saluted her sexuality as she was walked to the cage.

One of the men shouted “We’ve got us an amazing young cunt-fight ready to go, so let’s get that sexy little bitch Rebecca in there and at it!” One of the handlers opened the Plexiglas door, they pushed Rebecca inside, then the door was promptly closed and locked.

The naked young triplets were gathered on the other side of the cage. They were surprised to see they were to fight an older girl, but were ready to get it on. They assessed their competition, immediately recognized she was unarmed, and they pumped their arms in the air to show they were ready.

In unison the three girls pulled their batons from their cord belts, spread their legs, knees provocatively bent, went up high on their tiptoes, and thrusting the end of their black wooden weapons into their own little cunts, pumped them in a fucking motion to demonstrate none of them was a virgin.

Billy was impressed. These kids were really well trained in the art of getting guys cocks up and firm. He realized that smutty girls were his very favorites. These astounding beauties fit the bill perfectly. Who would ever believe three naked perfect young girls fucking themselves with hardwood batons?

Watching the obscene performance by the young girls, the boys began pumping their erections in a mimicking fashion. They realized this was going to be a one-sided fight, sexy as hell, and were eager to see it begin. Cliff’s younger sister was going to get the living shit beat out of her! If they got lucky, they might even see these amazing naked young triplets kill her dead!

Nine-year-old Rebecca stood tall in her unfamiliar spike heeled shoes, staring at the naked men sitting around the plastic cage, and then looked at the obscene triplets, wantonly masturbating themselves with the wooden batons. This was insane! They all looked like they were waiting for a fight! Was she expected to take on these three smaller kids?

That question was quickly answered when the three smaller girls jerked the black batons out of their vaginas, sucked the end moistened by their pussy juices, and then suddenly bolted toward her. They held their batons high, and as soon as they were within reach, all three of them swung them at her.

Because of the reach issue, Rebecca chose to use her feet to fight, and kicked up hard between the thighs of the nearest naked attacking seven-year-old. The top of her foot made solid contact with the youngster’s cunt, smacking it so hard the child’s immature uterus rebounded against her kidneys.

The girl screamed as she fell backward, landing hard on her shoulders. The other two were too close to kick, and went to work on Rebecca’s defenseless body as their sister painfully got to her feet. This was war, and that aggressive attack by the older girl set the tone for the fight.

These kids had trained somehow to work together on an attack on an adversary, as they stormed Rebecca in the very confined space. Unarmed, she had little chance, and although she looked incredibly sexy naked in the spike heels, had little experience wearing anything like them, and teetered as she tried to duck.

This competition was not designed to last long. Rebecca’s right wrist, left ankle and jaw were quickly broken, and she hit the floor hard. The girls were on top her immediately, whacking her everywhere with their flailing weapons, and she took a severe beating.

One of the girls got between her spread legs, and thrust the end of her baton deep into Rebecca’s cunt. A second girl, and then the third did the same thing, so that within seconds she had three wooden batons thrusting beside each other in her vagina, hammering against her uterus.

Female plumbing was not designed for this kind of extreme sexual abuse, and the internal reproductive organ was soon badly damaged. They continued hammering the long batons into her cunt, and at last were surprised when Rebeca’s cervix failed and one of the batons broke through into her uterus.

There were half a dozen microphones placed within the cage, as its seal was good, but they were likely unnecessary to transmit the incredible screams Rebecca let loose. The girl whose weapon had broken through pushed her small fist into the bloodied cunt with it as it went deep into the groin of the heaving nine-year-old.

Her sisters jerked their batons out of Rebecca’s cunt, and as the one continued her deep probing, they went to work on her torso, cracking several ribs before one of them pushed the end of her baton into the navel, and with repeated heavy thrusts, opened it, getting her weapon into Rebecca’s guts.

The third sister began smashing her baton against Rebecca’s skull, angling to strike her face as well, with highly devastating results. It was clear she was done long before she died, and the nine-year-old’s resilient body twisted, kicked and heaved with each powerful blow.

The handlers came out, opened the cage door and let the nude young triplets out. They were so excited by what they had just done they stood up on tiptoe, squealing with delight. The two handlers used sledge hammers to remove large wedges that held the cage in place, and rolled it out of the room on its castors.

Downstroke spoke up. “Why don’t you boys get involved, maybe get yourselves a good fucking with these aggressive young triplets?” Without further encouragement, the four came forward. Cliff stood aside, as watching the killing of his sister had taken some of the steam out of his balls.

The other three got the girls down on their hands and knees, and with only the moisture extruding from their cuntlets as lubrication, mounted them, and stuffed their rigid erects into the ready fleshy portals. They began a steady fucking motion, driving their penises in against the awaiting cervix of each girl.

While they fucked, with the vocal encouragement of their male audience, Cliff was given another task. Attached to the high ceiling were a number of winches, each equipped with rope. The handlers got them down for Cliff, and he checked the noose on each one, to ensure it was ready to perform.

As the kneeling young girls were being fucked, he pulled a rope over to them and secured the noose around her neck. The girls had never witnessed hanging before, and had no idea what they were facing. All they knew was they were getting a great power-fuck from three older boys, capable of satisfying eager young girls.

The boys were startled to see the kneeling youngsters they were fucking being prepared to be hung. This was getting more exciting by the moment. Their pace accelerated, and within seconds of each other, they began to bellow as they pumped their seed into the cervix of the girl they had mounted.

Half way through their ejaculation the boys withdrew their cocks from the tight cock-holsters the girls provided, and spewed their semen over the girls’ backs. This was a great way to show the men watching their virility, and demonstrate their ability to shoot their sperm in volume.

The men applauded their performance, and like the hams they were, they stood and bowed. Because he had been given the short straw as the fourth boy, Cliff was given the honor to pull up the first girl. He got both hands on the rope, and with all his might, lifted the naked young girl until she was on tiptoe.

His penis regained its standing with the effort and its effect, and he now began hand-over-hand elevation of his young charge. The noose was snug around her slender neck, and as expected, she began kicking her lithe legs desperately as she swung, supported only by her neck.

Her sisters screamed as they saw that what was happening to her was going to happen to them as well. They had somehow found themselves in an impossible situation! They knew nothing about hanging, but realized they were due to die by strangulation with those ropes tied around their necks.

The first girl did as expected as she kicked her legs high, and began to squirt out spritzes of fear-pee. The boys quickly withdrew from their close position and moved back so they would not get pissed on. The little bitch swinging by her neck was out of control, and squirting pee everywhere.

Kenny got close from behind her, and smacked her bare bum hard, which made her spin, and she sprayed him. Angry, he punched her cunt, which served to turn off her internal spigot for the moment. Her legs kicked high, as if reaching for the rope around her neck.

Her face was turning purple, and her gums began to bleed. She was not doing well. Her lungs were starved for oxygen, and because of that, slowly so was her brain. Her movement settled down, and within a moment she hung still. Urine ran down between her legs, and her buttocks spread to reveal a long firm stool. With continence gone, it was clear the pretty young nude was dead.

Ricky grabbed the rope around the second girl’s neck, pulled it tight to take up the slack, and then lifted her up off her toes. Like her sister, her toes kicked in the air, and she now was supported only but the tightly cinched noose around her slender neck. Like her sister, she raised her legs as high as her shoulders, as if that might help.

In this position her pretty freshly fucked cuntlet was perfectly displayed, and the beautiful immature organ appeared to gasp like the mouth of a fish out of water. The starfish of her anus was also well revealed, and the boys were surprised to see it open as well, perhaps to fart.

Like her sister, she also began to pee, and the boys now knew enough to stay out of range, which in this position was almost four feet. Her jet of urine rose several inches before arcing down to splash onto the floor, substantially increasing the pool her sister had deposited.

She twisted and heaved aggressively, and this action increased the strain of the noose around her neck, and in minutes the activity was substantially reduced, until she went limp, pissing down between her straight legs, and she too produced a shit log from between her buttocks to announce her death.

The screams of anguish from the remaining sister were as loud as any of the three had produced, even before Billy did the honors by pulling her up beside the gently swinging carcasses of her sisters. Her stomach muscles tightened as she lifted her hips, but it appeared she did not have the energy or resolve to raise her legs as high as the others had done.

She slumped as if in defeat, and pee trickled down between her legs as she effectively gave up. Frank Carson sent his serving girl on a mission to the equipment room, and she returned carrying a long buggy whip. He pulled the little bum boy up off his erection, stood, and put the whip to effective use.

He lashed at her back, and her legs raised as she swung around. With the rebound he brought the whip up between her spread thighs, and made a direct blow to both her cuntlet and her rectum. Her back heaved, she twisted, but could not avoid a second stinging lash to her exposed groin equipment.

With a series of vicious blows that included as targets her face, her chest, her back, buttocks, genitals and legs, he managed to get another active two minutes of entertaining action from the hanging girl before the lack of oxygen to her brain took her out for good.

The boys looked in admiration at the three gently swinging carcasses that had been pretty, precocious young girls, and were satisfied that they had paid a good price for having killed Rebecca in such a brutal fashion. Their education was now well advanced, and they were grateful to Downstroke for having included them it these exciting adventures.

Downstroke got the boys dressed and took them back to his store. The men were satisfied they had produced a good end to the young triplets after they had dealt with Rebecca, and they began to move their minds back to their roles in the world outside their organization.

Bill Franklin would have liked to bury a baton too deep into the cunt of a young girl, but seeing the triplets fuck Rebecca’s cunt up with theirs took the edge off his lust for that kind of brutality. It had been a good day of action, and he cleaned up to dress and depart.

His staff was having an office party, and it would be bad taste to not show up. He was a respected boss who dealt with them fairly, paid them well, and gave them respect for the work they did to make his business profitable. Who knows, he might get lucky and get to ball a couple of secretaries and that pretty new mail girl.

THE END