CARL’S PUP POPPING by Regis

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Writer: Regis

Subject: CARL’S PUP POPPING

Link: LS666 Email / 01.12.2024

Synopsis: Carl was the proud owner of one of the biggest and lustiest penises around. He was remarkably well-hung, and his dick got as much work as it could handle. His scrotum was also larger than most and contained a pair of prodigious testicles, capable of producing semen twice an hour, in great quantity.

He had come to the attention of a friend at a gym where they worked out when they showered, and the friend discovered Carl worked as a stud at a gay bar, anally fucking other men just to make a living. The friend got him to sub for him as a stud at a Mafia club where he got to drill women, and being his preference, he was soon one of their feature fuckers.

As business began to sag, he introduced younger cunts to be fucked, and the club was quickly booming again. To be a Mafia stud he had to be ‘made,’ which he did on stage, by strangling a young girl to death during a power fuck as he ejaculated into her. He then started things going in a new direction when young girls became pregnant, and he started to produce shows where the naked teen girls with their big bellies popped their pups for a cheering audience.

CARL’S PUP POPPING

Carl had begun in the Organization as a fuck-stud, almost a year ago when he filled in for a friend who he worked out with at the same gym. They had both worked as studs they called their buggers because of what they did on stage at a gay club, with all the enthusiasm they could display, as they ass-fucked other young men.

It was a gay strip joint that featured nude men masturbating and ejaculating as male strippers, as well as extensive fuck shows, where they performed explicit homosexual sex acts up on the bar, buggering compliant young gay men who loved being mastered in this way.

What made it special for the young men getting publicly fucked was that other gays were watching, where they could prove to everyone interested their ‘femininity’ with their anal boy-cunts. They also worked the place for easy dates, where they got to be the buggers.

Carl had become a star performer with his great physique and his large, exceptional sex equipment, or undercarriage, as they called it. All the guys enviously said he had the cock of a horse and the balls of a bull and knew how to use them equally well in a cunt or a boy-cunt.

All he got to use it in at the gay joint, called My Brother’s Butt, was the assholes of the young gay ‘brides.’ He hated it, because he was no fucking fag homo, and it was a filthy show they did, but paid very well, and he needed the money. It was a strip, fuck and suck show, in that order.

None of the men or boys there were permitted to get or give themselves an enema before performing, so when he went up a guy’s ass, he could feel the turd inside, and he was usually fucking muck. That was the intention, as it became immediately apparent as soon as he withdrew his shit-smeared penis from the impaled rectum.

Then, when he had to suck another guy’s cock, which was a regular part of the show, it was usually the guy who had just butt fucked him, so the guy’s prick was usually streaked with his offal. He hated that part, but because the money was so good, he couldn’t refuse.

Some gay bars were ‘clean,’ where the colon was flushed before sex, but this was not one of those. At this dirty bar, the customers came to see and smell the essence of the rectum, as well as watch men with oversized sex equipment stuff the eager young assholes.

Most of the working guys in the place were straight, because the gays who made up the audience liked to humiliate the nude straight pricks doing the shows, and gay studs who loved to sodomize a man could not be disgraced or even embarrassed, because they were shameless.

Here in the Organization, it was different, because here he got to fuck females exclusively, including girls in their early teens, and some as young as ten. He was often required to mount them from behind because any girls old enough to breed were usually very pregnant.

He also got to engage in rough sex, which he loved, where he was expected to beat the shit out of a girl he was fucking, usually doing her up the ass if she had a belly.

He was expected to pound on their dangling tits and bellies with all the force he could manage, and he was tough.

Carl’s special talent was that whenever he mounted a woman or a girl on stage, he became a fucking stallion, and his big cock seemed to grow stouter with every stroke. Some women in the audience fainted watching him perform and awoke masturbating.

They all wanted him to fuck them in the back room after the show. He was always happy to accommodate them, for a reasonable fee. He was usually able to pack home over a thousand dollars in gratuities for his service to the ladies, in addition to his regular paycheck.

He felt very privileged because the Organization was private, and for good reason. It was a fringe Mafia group, frequently going off the deep end for personal satisfaction in entertainment. If there were special guests in the house, Carl was required to of a cunt while fucking her.

As members of the Mob, they made their own rules, and to become an employee, Carl had to be ‘made’, which in Mafia terms meant he had to perform a kill, with it being both witnessed and photographed. Because it was sexual, he was, a willing participant. He would not become a real Mafia guy, but this was just as good.

He was required to be ‘made’ in his first show. There was a woman with a voluptuous figure in her mid-twenties who was in charge of the young nude showgirls, and she was about to be replaced. He was told to rip her brief costume off her, rape her right on stage, and then strangle the bitch to death while he fucked her.

This was easy, and something he was both able and happy to do. He got her naked and raped her, and waited until she had stopped struggling and rolled her eyes and started to do the piss and shit of death before he ejaculated his load into her unresponsive cunt.

That was not his idea of a good time, but that performance and the size of his impressive cock got him a full-time job in their show bar. He always made a special show of it when he was required to of the cunt he was fucking, and he always soon became their prime show stud, and as such he knew it was required in advance.

The people who were members had got together to do things that couldn’t be legally done anywhere else, simply because they were so far outside the norms of American society, and enjoyed the privileges of having a private environment in which to do their thing.

He was responsible to do six shows a night, shooting a full load of sperm during each, starting by flooding the girl’s ovaries, and then pulling out to ejaculate great spurts of cum in the air, to demonstrate to his audience his extraordinary level of sperm production.

Carl had the balls for the job, and as long as he gave himself half an hour between shows, he was good for it, spurting as much of a load in the last show as he did in the first, pulling out and shooting his cum high into the air. From the point of view of his employers, he was truly a man’s man.

He was capable of doing what most we could only dream about, which was to shoot multiple loads every night, always in considerable volume. In addition to the fuck shows, which he did seven nights a week, at least three times a week, he was required to kill a cunt, usually of a pretty teenage girl.

These men and their wives loved to see pretty naked young girls being murdered on stage, particularly while the victims were being fucked, and he loved being the guy to do it. Carl proved to be a perfect match for the job. Best of all, and what he liked most was that these were clean shows.

There was no boy-fucking at this club, shit-free. The girls all had thorough enemas to clean them out before they went on stage, and although he often had to do a bit of contortion and suck his cock after bung-holing a bitch, he was never required to taste his shit or hers, for that matter.

The girls always shit as they died, of course, but that was the natural flow of events. Except for the killings, the audience found crap to be repugnant, and let the boss know it. If it was produced as a girl dies, that was what always happened and let them know it was a real killing.

One of the cunt bitches that worked for the Mafia was a very accomplished contortionist, who did amazing things with her body. As her idea, she took several weeks to train Carl to do a few valuable tricks. The most impressive took the longest, as it took time for him to get the flexibility in his back to suck his cock.

To start with, he took a week to be able to kiss the tip of his prick, which was a great start. With another week of training, he was able to get the flared head of his penis into his mouth, behind his teeth. In that position, during a show, he jacked himself off and got his first taste of a full load of his semen.

It wasn’t as bad as he’d thought it might be, and he got great applause for doing it with such obvious fervor. That was as far as he went in public for now, but privately he kept working at it, and after three months he was ready. It would be a serious mistake to get before an audience and not complete his act.

He astounded his audience when he drove his penis into his throat so deep that his lips grasped the base of his cock, and he gave himself a deep and vigorous throat-fuck! It became quickly obvious from the atmosphere that the ladies in the audience were pissing themselves with delight.

His big prick was choking him as he worked, as it was so big he was unable to breathe with it lunging deep into his throat. He was as prompt as he could be in ejaculating directly into his stomach. He was still shooting when he jerked his pumping penis out of his throat and mouth and covered his face with a load of his sperm. Carl was a true star!

His favorite shows were the birthing competitions, where once a month the pregnant girls in their early teens who had reached full term, were bound naked to posts on stage, and he became a boxer, punching their bellies in rotation until one of the girls finally popped her pup for the cheering audience.

He kept it up until all of them had dropped their little sprogs, and then he’d clean up. The Organization ‘recruited’ the pregnant teens from a single mothers’ health clinic, which was one of three the Organization operated in the State. It was a perfect setup, but when they took the lives of some of them, it became an issue.

Carl recognized the solution and proposed that instead of disposing of the infants along with the bodies of any girls he’d killed, they only dispose of the baby boy carcasses, and start a nursery with the infant girls. His point was well taken, because members were all very rich, and could easily afford the cost.

Any baby born on their property was never registered, had no birth certificate, and as far as society went, they didn’t exist. With no records, they could raise them to the age they wanted, use and abuse them as they wanted, and when they finally popped them in a show, there was no muss, no fuss.

Carl had graduated high school, and after he had completed a couple of years of college he dropped out. He had studied business and had been pretty good at it. It was the money for the late-night shows at the gay bar that had caused him to leave college, but he had a good business head.

He was put in charge of developing the nursery he had proposed. He started by buying a warehouse more than a mile away so that it was within easy reach, but would never be associated with the Organization’s private sex show theater. They stocked it with pregnant young girls.

These juvenile cunts were to become permanent breeding stock as well as wet nurses until they were needed for a higher purpose. He bought a well-enclosed box van with excellent soundproofing to safely transport the girls. They were transported with one wrist cuffed to an overhead hook

The tougher cases, or those who gave them any trouble, were instead cuffed by an ankle to hang naked upside down, to reduce their disturbance. There was room in the large vehicle for a guard who could swing a riding crop at the naked young girls so that he could maintain order.

There was nothing like a stinging slash from a whip across her ass or tits, or better, against her bare cunt to catch a girl’s attention and get her quickly in line with expected behavior. Carl understood the need to keep young cunts in line and always appreciated providing them harsh discipline.

Any of the seats in the back of the transport vehicle for the girls to ride to show it had an ebony wooden post sticking up, the size of a dildo so they had to lower their cunts onto these to sit. The posts kept them seated and from moving around, as silly girls tend to do.

It was all about their discipline, but was not unpleasant. As a bonus, all of the young girls got a brief but active dildo fuck on the short ride on the bumpy road to the theater, to be in or serve liquor at a sex show. This was one of the few pleasures ever afforded to them.

The girls were always ready to board the van when they were required to work a show, to be fucked and whipped as an entertainer or, if they were lucky, to simply work as a naked serving girl, wearing only wrist and ankle cuffs, a spiked collar, and a pair of sexy spike heels.

The Organization provided a whelping assistant or midwife, who lived full time in the special purpose breeding barn so that she was available if a girl had the bad luck to go into labor during the day, or when there were no birthing shows or competitions scheduled.

The organization liked the naked young girls to conceive with an audience watching. People would pay well for the opportunity to enjoy the graphic and stimulating sight of a fully pregnant little girl, on her back with her thighs spread, in the heat of production, pupping her pup.

The spread of her little vagina from the inside pressure of an emerging infant was what the audiences loved to see, and the shows featured the naked pregnant teen girls with their thighs spread, lying on their backs, ready to whelp their sprogs for the show.

The more athletic girls, particularly the younger ones, were required to be on their feet, dancing while they produced their fresh sprog. Once a month he would have a wild dog present, to rip the emerging sprog out of the girl’s cunt and consume it before the cheering audience.

Carl saw no reason to pay the expense of a doctor when a whelping woman, otherwise known as a midwife, could assist as much as possible, and ensure a reasonable rate of survival of the birthing process. Baby boys were disposed of as soon as they emerged, popped from a spread cunt.

Any young mother who didn’t survive the whelping process, which was quite common, was hauled off to the special carcass dump, a deep abandoned well, for disposal along with the carcasses of any infant boys, or the occasional baby cuntlet not strong enough, or insufficiently developed as a preemie.

Late-term abortions were easily as popular as birthing, and the girls seldom survived the bloody abortion process. The fans loved it, and girls in their ninth month, particularly those who were eleven or twelve and doing their first show, were never expected to survive the show.

Healthy girls, on the other hand, were valuable and were kept to be raised to the age at which they would become useful, which was much younger than the age to reproduce. Little girls as young as four were used as naked cherubs in shows, or to become terminal little fuckees for the men who preferred the youngest.

The little ones were taught to perform nude and to pose as sexually stimulating creatures from the earliest possible age. It was considered a form of superior masculinity to bury your cock into the cuntlet of a darling toddler, or more often to use the rear port to impale them through their tight assholes.

There was no use in wasting the sexuality of little girls just waiting for them to grow to the age where they could perform in secret fuck shows, as the fuckee. There was no shortage of volunteer fuckers, men who would gladly get out of their clothes in the secret underground theater.

Men often came to the shows simply for the chance to get up on stage and with others enviously and lustfully watching, to forcefully thrust their erection into the pretty tight cuntlet of a darling little girl for a great fuck, front or rear. Either portal was bound to bleed, regardless of their virginity status.

If an infant toddler didn’t survive her first attempt at sex, the man would pay a premium rate to be able to brag about fucking an infant to death. That was a popular sport, both from the perspective of the momentary stud, and the ladies who attended to enjoy the destructive abomination.

At some performances, the men in the audience who wished to participate wore masks, so that the women could make a video recording of the violent sexual action. Two dark net sites bought these videos to share with their paying customers around the world.

Carl saw the monetary value of such sites, started one, and produced videos of men found in bars in the rougher part of town who would get naked and perform without a mask, just to get their pricks into innocent little girls’ quims, rectums and throats, to fuck them to death.

The Organization had a ready supply of pretty little girls who they made available to the repeat customers, men who became famous for their skill at fucking to death the little girls so readily available for their carnal attention. Cunt-splitting dicks were the order of the day.

The biggest, lustiest cocks got the most action. The naked little girls didn’t do so well. This was entirely the intent of Carl’s whole fucking exercise, opening the naked little girls up with an over-sized penis. His act was always a great crowd-pleaser.

Carl’s penis seemed to grow as he used it more, and he remained the prime fuck-stud at the secret show bar. The ladies, who enjoyed the divisive action of screaming little girls being gutted by a thrusting penis as much as the men did, referred to him as the killer cock. It was a name the well-hung prick valued.

THE END