Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The story’s content does not represent the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote unlawful activity as described in the story. By continuing to read this work, you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may portray different ages for the fictional character they are depicting, but they remain adults at all times.
Writer: Regis
Subject: HAND JOB 1
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Young Ones
Hand Job 1
Premiere Voyeurs
Kenny and Ricky had their jeans down to their knees and their moist and gleaming young erections in the firm grip of their pumping right fists as they knelt in the dim light, watching through the two-way mirror they had installed earlier in the day.
They had been shown into the room above the leather shop by the owner, Mr Downstroke, and, on his instructions, removed some of the wall behind the mirror there and then replaced it with the speciality mirror they had bought from a nearby hardware store on his referral.
The hardware merchant who sold them the unusual mirror knew the pair of thirteen-year-old boys had built a tree house, and assumed they wanted it to watch girls on the beach just beyond it without being seen. These youngsters were creative, the merchant thought.
One day they would all become entrepreneurs. He was a regular customer of the upstairs room where young girls gave him sexual satisfaction, but had no idea his friend Downstroke, the owner of the shop below it, had sent the boys to a secret observation room.
Little did he suspect the boys had something quite different in mind. They had discovered that grade nine dropout, Wendy Dickwhacker, age fourteen, was doing business in the room she rented above the leather shop. Rent was quite reasonable; every day she worked, she jacked off the owner in the back room before she opened her upstairs business.
When she had brought him to the point of orgasm, she thrust the head of his pulsing penis into her mouth so that she swallowed everything he produced. No fuss, no muss. Mr Downstroke provided her with customers, one of whom was the hardware man who sold the boys the deceptive mirror.
Downstroke made things easy for her. He even took care of her finances, collecting twenty-five dollars from each man, although Wendy believed she was providing her services for ten dollars. She was happy with the forty dollars per hour she earned, and the merchant was quite satisfied with the extra sixty dollars per hour that he decided would be his share.
Wendy was not the only renter of his upstairs bedroom. Gina Jackoff and Cathy Cockstroker, two other school dropouts who, at thirteen, were a year younger than Wendy, started when Wendy’s shift ended at 6 PM, each on alternating nights, and they worked until midnight.
They provided the same service. Debbie Dongjerker, at twelve and sprouting impressive breasts for her age, was the youngest of the girls renting from Mr Downstroke. She alternated with Wendy, working afternoons above the leather shop. The small bedroom was in use seven days a week.
Some of the grade nine boys would hang around the elementary school, corrupting the morals of impressionable little girls, and had identified Debbie’s potential as a cocksucker. They met her at lunchtime in the bushes at the far end of the school grounds.
There, they trained her to be very efficient at producing strong ejaculation for them with her little fists and educated mouth. They knew that they had a winner when she was able to drain their testicles a second time within thirty minutes, before they all headed back to classes.
They were the ones who gave her the professional name of Dongjerker because of her impressive use of her fists, pumping on them. Most of the clients were local merchants, who were married, and had no wish to contract venereal disease, a real risk in fucking schoolgirls.
They were quite satisfied to have the young girls bring them to the point of ejaculation using only their mouths and small fists. Ejaculating in a pretty young girl’s eager mouth was easily as satisfying as coming in the depths of their wives’ well-used cunts.
The last names the girls used professionally were given to them by their school chums, who encouraged them to learn their trade in the shower room behind the gym at school. They had worked their magic on the boys for just two dollars blow jobs when they began.
That small price was because they had no idea of the true value of their oral services, but the boys were willing to pay them that to have their seed drawn and consumed, without the inconvenience of having to remove their clothes, at least at this stage.
The four young girls, when they were in grades five, seven and eight, made much more when they got nude and charged all the boys one dollar each to watch a special show they concocted, which they called their Pee Dance, which they had developed and rehearsed at home.
The act began with them making individual obscene poses as they moved erotically to a recorded drum track. After half a dozen increasingly explicit poses each, they swarmed each other with passion, and then rubbed their breasts and cleanly shaved vaginas against each other.
They ended their lewd performance in the showers by peeing on each other. It was this show that got them to drop out, a year later, so that they would not have the word ‘expelled’ in their records after the Principal, caught them in the act.
He was at the time showing the school’s facilities to some State politicians, found them with an audience of thirty boys as they reached the climax of their performance, emptying their bladders on each other. Half of the boys had their flies open, penises out, and were madly masturbating as they watched the obscene show.
Fresh hot urine and spurts of semen were flowing when the shocked Principal and his important guests arrived. The Principal quietly introduced the girls to the leather shop owner, fully aware of his secret business and of how he would use the girls.
“When I sent you Staci, who dropped out of grade eleven because of bullying and frequent rapes she had to endure due to the outstanding size of her breasts, you employed her, dressed her in the sexiest outfits in your store, and reported your sales increased.
“That was when you told me sex sells,” he said, “And when you put her to work naked in your upstairs room, she learned how to fuck like a mink, and also star in abortion shows every few months, to earn you the reputation you since earned and so richly deserve.”
“I did indeed,” Downstroke replied, “And as we put more revealing leather outfits on her as a sales girl, she continues to be a great marketing asset and productive as well as a productive little whore as well as a very early whelper of forming tailed sprogs.”
“Well, now that you have the studio you’ve had built, it may be time to take it to the next level. These two lovely young ladies have developed some filthy habits that make it unwise to keep them in school, but which could earn some tidy profits for you.”
Mr Downstroke agreed, and he immediately made arrangements for Wendy and Gina to work in the new ‘studio’ he had prepared above his shop. When it was built, he had included a small space from which he could, unseen, observe proceedings in the small room.
The builder had fitted the wall with a simple mirror. He intended to have it changed for a two-way mirror. That had yet to happen, because the man was by habit a person who had others do what he wanted. He hadn’t yet found a person he could trust to do the job and remain silent.
Not long after the girls began their new business, he watched the two boys on consecutive days observing as every fifteen minutes a customer arrived at the shop, as another, with a satisfied look on his face, and a lump in the front of his pants as he left.
They were trying to imagine how they could get access to the upstairs room, to see what the girls were doing. They had heard the stories about the wild things the two did when they were at school, and their imaginations filled in the blanks about what they were doing with the men. They desperately wanted to see, firsthand.
“Hi boys,” he said in his friendliest tone, “I’ll bet you’re wondering what those two teenage girls are doing up above my store. I know exactly what they’re up to, and if you want, I can arrange that you can quietly get to watch them and their customers, unobserved!”
Kenny and Ricky were dumbfounded. They had no idea what to say, but the man had their attention.
“I own the shop,” Downstroke continued, “And also the room they rent to do whatever business they want. If you boys would like to see what they do without being seen, well, that might be arranged.”
It was Kenny who spoke up. “Wow! Sure! What do we have to do?”
“Good boy. I knew you two were curious. Come back tomorrow morning, before school. Can you be here by eight o’clock?”
“You bet! We’ll be here early!” This time it was Ricky who had spoken up. Kenny nodded his head.
“Well then, I’ll see you both tomorrow morning. Eight o’clock will be fine.”
The boys headed off, chatting excitedly. They had a new ally. What the shop owner did not mention was the hours the girls worked, or that from 12:30 to 7:30 AM, he had seven mothers, one for each day of the week, bring their seven- and eight-year-old daughters for a night of more aggressive action.
Many of his clients had suggested they’d like to do some serious fucking, and requested younger girls to play with. The only time the space above his shop was empty was in the morning. He had a plan on how to put that space to work, producing revenue.
With a carefully worded ad placed in the neighborhood newspaper for a couple of weeks, he identified seven women who would gladly train and give their grades two and three daughters a weekly five-hour shift taking fifteen-minute fucks for twenty dollars. apiece.
They would each earn eighty dollars per hour for a total of four hundred dollars for five hours of work, once a week. He charged his customers $one hundred and twenty dollars for a kiddie fuck, so he kept one hundred dollars per fuck, pocketing two thousand dollars a night. Not a bad profit for simply collecting the money as the customers arrived.
The other thing he did not mention to the boys was that he intended much more for them than just watching the girls, and that one of his intentions was to get them to recruit some other boys their age. That invitation would come at the appropriate time.
Kenny and Ricky were on their knees in the four-foot-wide space behind a wall in the upstairs room where they had installed the new two-way mirror. They were too taken with the entertainment on the small bed to notice a camera was recording their own masturbation.
Mr Downstroke belonged to a private group that got its kicks from watching young boys masturbate. The leather merchant was grooming them by exploiting their sexual curiosity and developing in them the lust for the carnal pleasures of self-induced orgasm.
666
Second Layer of Voyeurs
The large, opulently appointed room had a shallow pool in the middle. Set back from it was a ring of mattresses, and on most of these reclined a naked man, each with a nude five-year-old “bumboy” by his side, each naked child wearing a dog collar and leash.
Most noticeable about these pretty little boys was the swollen state of their rectums from regular use. Now and again, one of them would be pulled onto his master’s erection, and that child would giggle excitedly, knowing he would receive an ice cream cone after having his colon filled with jetting sperm.
The men were watching large-screen television sets placed around the edge of the room. On each was the same image, a split screen. Two-thirds of the screen showed two thirteen-year-old boys masturbating rapidly as they watched what was being enacted on the smaller portion of the screen.
A man sat on the edge of a cot, his pants and undershorts around his ankles and his face red with his growing sexual excitement, while a naked brunette thirteen-year-old girl had both of her hands wrapped around the base of his rigid erection, slowly pumping them up and down on his shaft.
She was skillfully bringing him to orgasm and was ready to deal with his coming ejaculation. Watching Wendy intently as she worked the penis of the businessman with her small fists, the boys, arching their backs as they leaned forward, slowed down the frantic pumping of their pricks.
They matched her tempo on their own stiff cocks, while the men watching on the big screens pulled the well-conditioned little boys onto their big dicks. Gripping the five-year-olds’ tiny waists in both hands, the powerful men manipulated the naked boys impaled on their erections in time to the girl working at pleasing a restaurant owner, one of her regulars.
He had slipped $25 from his till on the way out, as he did daily, and would take it from the wages of the lazy young waitresses who worked for him. He called it an employment tax, and the uneducated young girls he employed never questioned it.
For all of them, this was a first job, and none had knowledge of how payroll was handled, nor how the employer gouged every penny he could from them. He had hired the grade nine and ten girls not for their brains, but for their great legs and well-developed tits.
He got their willingness to work in just a wet t-shirt, spike heels and a minuscule G-string that was literally string, which covered nothing of their constantly moist vaginas. All the string crossing their stimulated vaginas accomplished was to rub against their clitoris as they walked.
This kept the girls’ cunts stimulated, open, and the lovely young teens in a state of constant sexual arousal. They all loved their job because of the very sexy costumes their boss allowed them to wear. Their clients were all big tippers due to their stimulating appearance.
His restaurant, the Rigid Stallion, was very popular. He insisted the girls keep their pubic mounds cleanly shaved, to enhance his customers’ enjoyment of their fully displayed charms. He introduced private entertainment without having to engage extra staff.
In a back room, he would charge customers to watch him put a waitress over his knee, pull down her tiny G-string and spank her bare bottom. Three of the girls were more daring, and would let him do a special show where he put her over his lap face up, and he would spank her bare pussy.
He paid them an extra five dollars for the brief bum spanking show, and the more daring girls received ten dollars if they would consent to a cunnie-spanking show. These were very popular with the young men who patronized his bar, and the boys who did a cunnie spanking also got to sneak in a finger fuck.
To end the back room show, the last girl, still face up across his lap, would pull open her vagina with her fingers, and customers could stuff rolled up five dollars bills, their denomination showing, into her moist womb. When the customers were gone, he would extract the money himself and let her keep a couple of the moist bills for her trouble.
The businessman moaned with pleasure as Wendy gradually increased both her grip on the base of his long erection and the speed of her pumping action. She was a professional and very skilled in her craft. Watching her through the two-way mirror, the boys were, by comparison, rank amateurs.
They matched the acceleration of her fist movements with theirs. The naked men reclining around the small pool, all of them highly experienced in the art of carnal enjoyment, matched her tempo increase as they pumped the little bumboys whose rectums gripped and slid on the base of their large erect penises.
Life was good, and they were providing these little children with an education they would seldom get at home, if they had one. These boys did not, because they were all permanent residents of the Club’s well-stocked seraglio of orphaned children.
The climax of a full orgasm came to all of the participants at the same time. The rigid penis of the restaurant owner, who was watching the action on the television screen with the boys, began to pulse of its own volition. He had seen this kind of action many times, and it always brought him to orgasm.
Wendy positioned her wide-open mouth in line with the man’s sex-swollen glans to catch the eruption of semen she knew was coming, and caught it on her extended tongue, to allow her client to watch her eagerly taking his jetting joy-juice into her mouth.
This triggered ejaculation for the boys, who were moaning their passion as they splashed their semen onto the wall. The men at the pool, on cue, began shooting thick creamy gobs deep into the tight colons of the grinning little boys, who were far too young to sport erections, but were confident the ejaculation inside them signaled their ice cream was coming very soon.
Wendy and her client had no idea the boys were watching them, and none of those upstairs of the leather shop knew of the large circle of men and little boys at the opulent club’s pool far across town. At the same time, Leather shop owner Mr Downstroke knew all about all of the action, as he was a supplier of youth to the men who loved the sexuality of very young people, and he was grooming the two thirteen-year-olds to do some recruiting and then live entertaining of the lust-loving men.
The boys watched the restaurant owner pull up his pants and then surprise them when he showed his disdain for the girl who had just pleased him by slapping her face hard, causing her head to snap around, and calling their friend a skank, a cocksucker, and a filthy cunt.
That was language the boys used only in the presence of their closest friends, and they were shocked to hear it come from the mouth of an adult. This shop owner, Downstroke, was proving himself to be one of the guys after all, who knew what guys liked.
Wendy’s client departed, and five minutes later another man arrived. The boys were once more shocked to see that this one was the high school principal! This was proving to be a very interesting and educational day for them, but not in the usual sense of the word.
“Did you enjoy watching Wendy in action?” Downstroke asked, knowing the answer. He had watched the same feed from the hidden cameras the men at the Club had. He had been impressed that boys so young could produce such a volume of semen and shoot it so far.
Clearly, they had been highly aroused by the hot action they witnessed. These were the kind of boys he was interested in getting to know and developing their carnal lust. Boys who could shoot semen like they could had the potential to become valuable fuck studs.
“That was really interesting,” Ricky said.
“Ya, we never seen a girl gettin’ a guy off before,” Kenny added.
“Did you find it exciting?” asked Downstroke.
“She took all his fuckin’ goo spunk right into her mouth, and she swallowed it all. That was really gross! No wonder she isn’t fit to be in school anymore.” Then Ricky added with confidence, “I’d let her jack me off, and drink my goo, but I wouldn’t slap her face.”
“That was really mean,” Kenny piped in. “I heard he spanks the bare bums of the girls who work at his restaurant.”
“That’s just for shows, stupid!” Ricky retorted. “He even spanks their bare cunnies, if people pay enough to watch. I heard he even lets guys do the cunt spankin’!”
“Ya, but only if they let him, if they like it,” said Kenny, “there’s no tellin’ what kind of stupid things girls like. What do you think, Mr Downstroke?”
“I think that secretly girls really like to be hurt,” he responded. “I know some of the girls who work for me in this room like it. Some of them have to work really hard not to grin when they get themselves clobbered. It’s a sign of manhood when a man learns to beat a woman. Have you two grown up yet?” He looked at their semen trickling down the wall.
“Fuckin’ right,” Kenny said, then quickly corrected himself, “Yes sir! I bucked in Susan’s teeth in the lunchroom when she called me a prick, just for grabbin’ a handful of chips off her fuckin’ plate.”
They glanced through the mirror to see Wendy sliding the Principal’s pants down and coaxing his penis to an erection with her right hand while her left hand cupped and massaged his balls. He was the very man who had expelled her, then introduced her to the leather shop owner.
“Let’s slip downstairs to the shop,” Downstroke suggested. There’s something I’d like to discuss with you.” They were disappointed that the tone of his voice told them they were not going to stay to watch Wendy jerk off and take a facial from the principal.
They were confident they would get more chances and to see the other girls at work too. His leather shop owner, Downstroke, knew a lot and was willing to share what he knew with them. He was proving to be a good guy for them to know, with the young cunts he controlled.
666
An Immodest Proposal
To set the tone for their conversation, Downstroke took them into the back room, got them comfortably seated on a settee, and offered them each a beer. The boys were startled, but readily accepted. This whole situation was looking better all the fuckin’ time.
“Do your mom and dad watch pornography, like on their computers?” he asked with a casual tone. The boys were startled at the question. This man was very direct.
Kenny volunteered, “Dad has some videos of people fuckin’ on his computer, an’ he puts them on when mom ain’t at home.”
“Most people do. What about your parents, Ricky?”
“Same thing, except mom likes to watch some with dad too. I hid in their closet a few times and saw them both fuckin’. Mom’s got a cunt on her just like them ladies in the videos!”
“Do they ever let you watch porno?” Downstroke asked, his hand in his pocket sliding over to his growing erection.
“Fuck no,” Kenny responded, “you think they’re fuckin’ crazy or somethin’?”
“Some parents allow their children to watch pornography, to get a good idea of what interests adults, and maybe what they should expect when they grow up. If you want, I have a collection of some really hot porno videos you’re welcome to watch if you like.”
Without waiting for an answer, he pulled open a drawer, drew out a Blu-ray disk and inserted it into the player. As the device loaded, he said, “Maybe you have a couple of friends that might enjoy seeing some high-quality erotic video over here.
They also might enjoy watching some of my girls at work with their customers in the upstairs room. I’m talking about boys like you, who can keep a secret.”
“Ya, sure,” Ricky said. “I know lots of guys who’d love it.”
“Great,” Downstroke responded. “Why don’t you bring a couple down here after school tomorrow. Do you know the kid Debbie Dongjerker? She was in grade five in elementary school when she was expelled for taking part in a pissing show for a bunch of boys.
“It’s her shift tomorrow. She’s a year younger than you two, but she’s got a pretty little face and cunt. Do you like seeing naked younger girls perform? She’s out of her clothes here more than she’s in them, and she’s naked when she does her act on stage.
“She’s learned how to make her cunt stay open, so guys can see right up inside it. Also, her anus seems to wink when she’s sucking a guy off. I think you and your friends will find her cute.”
“No problem,” Kenny said, feeling his penis stirring in his pants, knowing he was in far over his head. The high-resolution video filled the screen as it started to play. Wendy was standing in front of a wall of urinals. What was she doing in a men’s bathroom?
She was naked, except for large hoop earrings and spike-heeled shoes. She looked great in spikes. The fourteen-year-old girl was a real whore, and not in the least concerned about being seen. Somebody’d bought her those heels, so either her mom or somebody was producing this video.
She thought she was alone with the guy who owned the restaurant, and they had really got off watching her jerk his penis to get him to ejaculate, and taking his cum-spurting erection into her mouth. They had both had a date with her when she was still in school.
She’d shown what a bitch she was, dating anyone who asked, and both of them had kissed her and swapped spit, but they’d never do that again. Now she knew she was looking at a camera, and the horny slut used her fingers to hold her cunt open wide.
She ran the fingers of her left hand along the side of her vagina, working herself up. The result was quickly obvious as her pussy seemed to swell and open on its own. It was obvious she had developed great muscle control.
“She’s got a great cunt,” Kenny observed.
“She is a cunt,” Downstroke replied, “I think that you boys understand all girls are cunts. They’re nothing but cunts, here for our enjoyment.”
“And amazing legs!” Ricky added. Stretching things, he said, “I’d really like to fuck her up the bum! Spread those amazing butt-cheeks with my hands and drive my prick into her fuckin’ anus, butt fuckin’ the shit outta the fuckin’ bitch. Poke my cock in beside a thick lump of her shit! I’d really enjoy that!”
“That’s the spirit,” Downstroke said, “Girls don’t always enjoy taking a penis up their bum, but it’s all about what guys like, right? After you fuck it, make her shit it out, covered in your cum. Some of her customers like to plug her butt, right up on stage, with everyone watching.”
As he watched the young girl blatantly displaying the interior of her most intimate parts, Mr Downstroke pulled out his penis and began to massage it. The boys watched it getting longer, wider and much stiffer. He suggested Ricky and Kenny might have fun doing the same.
They were embarrassed, but following his lead, pulled their much smaller dongs out of their pants and began to stroke them while gripping them firmly in their fists. Their penises were half erect when they came out, and under the familiar ministrations of their fists, they quickly curved upward and became stiff.
This was starting to be very daring and fun. Mr Downstroke knew about this stuff, and he looked really good jacking off watching the bare-naked Wendy through the glass. They’d never masturbated with an adult watching before, but since he was doing it too, this seemed to not be such a big deal. They’d never done it with a girl, but were competent fist fuckers.
Wendy backed over one of the urinals, then raised her left leg high, and put her left foot on the next urinal over. This positioned her cunt right over the opening designed to catch male piss. Her fingers once more stretched her vagina wide, and the boys picked up the pace of cock pumping.
She giggled as she released a stream of her bright yellow piss into the boy’s urinal. They had once hidden in the bushes and watched girls squat to piss when they’d attended Sunday-school picnics, but they’d never seen a girl their age up close, pissing into a urinal.
“Keep it stiff and ready, but don’t go too far,” Downstroke warned, “Because there’s lots more hot action coming,” The boys appeared to be getting ahead of things. “Just pump it gently, so it stays nice and stiff.”
The boys took the shop owner’s advice, assuming he was an expert on jacking off. He certainly would know what was on the video. Wendy produced a substantial stream of urine, and the camera went in for a close-up of her spouting urethra. Until now, the boys had no idea which part of a cunt produced piss.
They were all getting a liberal education from the video while Wendy was upstairs jerking off the high school Principal. When the stream of girl-piss reduced, she stepped forward too soon, and as the camera pulled back, they could clearly see her pee trickling down the inside of her bare right thigh.
She turned, and it was evident both legs were equally moistened with gleaming streams of her liquid offal. “What a filthy piss-cunt she is!” Kenny said. “Wendy’s really gonna stink when that piss dries.”
The screen faded to black, and then faded into a shot of Wendy lying on a bed, face up, her legs spread. There was a glisten along the length of her right thigh, right down to her calf. The piss she had let run had not yet dried. What a whore! No wonder she jacked guys off for a living. They wondered what else the bitch did they’d like to see.
“Stay cool,” Downstroke reminded them, “There’s lots more action coming for you to enjoy.”
Wendy put her fingers back to work, stimulating the flesh of her vagina so that it once more stood open. She was a real cunt, and knew what hers was for. She worked a clear plastic specula into herself, and squeezing the handles, spread it to open the whole interior length of her fuck-shaft.
The boys had never seen right up inside a girl’s cunt before, and were surprised to see the big pink bulge at the end, with the red eye of her cervix staring at them. It looked like a big pink bulge with a dimple in the middle. They had no idea that was what it was like inside a girl’s cunt.
“That’s the business end of a womb,” Downstroke explained, “that little red hole is where your sperm goes when you shoot inside. That’s the lower end of her uterus, and if she’s got fresh eggs inside, girl eggs, then your sperm will find them, and if she’s mature enough, she gets herself knocked up.
“Once her tits start to grow and she gets some curls of hair growing on her pussy, she’s ready to have your babies. It doesn’t happen before she’s eleven, so for safe sex you have to fuck girls who haven’t got their tits yet.” Without Downstroke’s encouragement, the young boys were feeling their oats and quickly pumping hard.
This was really exciting! As they watched, 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, with a very large erection.
He stroked his organ, pumping it with intensity, with Wendy lying back watching him with excitement. When he was ready, the young man surprised them when he ejaculated into a shot glass. He then took a narrow turkey baster, drew some of his semen into it, and inserted it into Wendy’s gaping cunt.
The camera moved in close to show he was poking the narrow glass end into her cervix! He squeezed the bulb on the end to inject his own semen directly into her uterus! This was amazing. Could a guy get a girl pregnant without directly fucking her, without actually putting his cock into her?
This demonstration was filthy, bizarre, and really fucking hot! And it answered all the questions the boys had.
“Hang on, boys,” Downstroke warned, “this next part will definitely be more fun for you than for Wendy.”
He was true to his word. The football star reloaded the baster, re-inserted the narrow tip into Wendy’s cervix, and her smile disappeared when he began pushing the tool deeper into her, forcing her cervix to open wider as the thicker part of the baster was thrust into her specula-exposed inner sex-mouth.
Her screams were piercing as Willy Dyck began deep fucking her internal gonads with the glass tool. He continued for several minutes, and her continual screaming said he was giving her a real workout.
“Don’t worry, boys, girls are always good for a good fucking, even when it gets painful.
“Young cunts like Wendy know it’s all about the pleasure of men when sex hurts them. I mean you both know that cunts are not really very important to the scheme of things, right, and this slut of a bitch Wendy definitely means nothing to us; she’s nothing but another screaming cunt.”
“My Dad says you’re not supposed to hurt girls,” Ricky said. Their host noted that he was still stroking his firm cock.
“Right,” Downstroke explained, “Never in public; the best time to let them know they’re cunts is in private. They appreciate that, but they really need to have you dominate them. When you show them you’re in charge, they love it, especially when they know you’re serious because it really hurts.”
To prove him right, when the baster was at last pulled out of her and the specula removed, she sat up and looked straight into the camera, smiling.
“Thanks for letting me show you in this video. I can take it, guys.”
The boys were startled and wondered if she was talking to them.
That was impossible because the video had been made weeks before. She was just speaking in general to whoever would get to see the obscene video she performed in. What a cunt she was, and what a hero Willy Dyck was for making her hurt as she took in his sticky cum.
“I really love it when men show me I’m just a fucking cunt,” she continued, “All of us girls are fucking cunts, but the best ones are us girls who know it!” It looked to the boys like she was serious. “I’m being such a bad cunt I need to have my bare 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 and sticking her buttocks high in the air.
Her back arched downward, and the bulge of her vulva was as vulnerable as her anus and ass cheeks were to what was about to come. The girl they knew from school was proving to be a real cunt, and was starring in her own bizarre sex video. They wondered who made it.
“How are you holding up, boys?” Downstroke asked.
“Fine, sir,” they responded in unison. This was far more than they had ever expected of this deal they’d made with the leather goods dealer. Willy laid several loud and heavy blows of his belt across her ass, and quickly, angry red welts crossed her buttocks and also her vulva.
Wendy screamed as she was getting both her butt and her pussy whipped! Even her rectum was a target, and soon welts crossed every part of what Willy was striking with his belt.
“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 excellent?”
At that moment, he and both boys let loose, ejaculating full bore as their excitement peaked.
“That’s good, boys. Get it all out, or it will get thick and dry inside your piss-slit, clogging it for next time.”
The boys knew to take his advice and used their underpants to wipe off the last couple of drops. A guy couldn’t be too careful, and they knew how dried cum could block their dicks when they had to piss.
“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 prostitute, nothing but a common whore, and has been since well before she was Wendy’s age.
“She started when a local photographer turned out to be a kiddie pornographer, and he got her into the porno business when she was just nine, and she soon had her own website. She got pregnant when she was your age, and Wendy was born during a special birthing show she did.
“It was in the basement of the club where she worked. The owner forced all his whores to do birthing shows. To make the timing right, she was induced, and when baby Wendy was out, she just kept producing, first the after-birth, and then her entire uterus. It was quite the show.
“She was taken to the hospital, where work was done to ensure she could stay in the profession and keep on making customers happy. This video was made just a couple of months ago. She’s twenty-seven now, but still has what it takes to please men.”
The television screen became bright again.
A buxom woman, Wendy’s mom, was tied standing up, her arms and legs stretched wide, and she had to stand on tiptoes to remain standing. Two nude men approached her, one from behind and the other in front of her. The man behind her spread her buttocks to expose her anus.
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 erection. The boys gasped as the front man drove his penis deep into her cunt, and pressed it upward as deep as it would go.
The standing man behind her thrust his erection as hard as he could in a rapid series of jabs, each one ramming his stiff penis deeper into her rudely invaded colon. Soon, both rutting cocks were deeply seated, and the men proceeded with a rhythmic fucking action.
666
Sharp Physical Attention
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, the jutting nipples exposed.
A mannequin in the store window wore one of these as well. But the mannequin had to wear panties in the store window; this woman wore none. The boys applied steady stroking to get their dicks up again, and increased the pumping action on their 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. The boys realized this woman must be a real professional sex entertainer. She held a basket in one hand, and the boys were once again surprised.
The reed basket was full of 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 tender flesh was pressed inward, yielding to the force of the huge needle.
When she increased the pressure, the double-fucked woman screamed sharply as the point broke through the skin and sank into the fat of her big breast.
“Holy shit, did you see that?” Kenny exclaimed.
“I sure did!” Ricky responded. “That was really radical! She just stabbed her, right in the tit!” The boys had to raise their voices to be heard over the shrill screams of the tortured woman. They watched the woman in the corset continue to press on the needle, driving it deeper in.
She continued pushing as hard as she could, driving the long steel instrument right through the bound and fucked bitch’s breast so that it finally emerged with a tiny spray of blood from the other side.
“Gross!” shouted Kenny, but he was clearly turned on by the cruel violence to the woman, who was still being fucked front and back by the two men. The woman moved around to the other side, the weights dangling from her greatly distended cunt-lips clicking together with her movement.
Her hand cupped and lifted the bound bitch’s other big breast, forcing it unnaturally high, and repeated the awful operation with another long needle. It too finally stuck through the other side. Both boys were furiously pounding their meat, probably more enthusiastically than they had ever done before.
In their wildest wet dreams, they had never imagined anything like this. Both boys had been clipped at birth, and the reddened heads of their circumcised penises were broadened and flared with the engorging blood. Even their rectums itched from their raging lust.
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 restraint. He suggested they hang back a bit, because the finale would be spectacular.
When a dozen needles had fully pierced each breast, as a finale, the sadistic woman in leather gave each breast a final needle. Each of these went in six inches, straight down through her inch-long nursing-distended nipples. Her radical screams now were the only thing heard because they were piercingly loud.
Extreme closeups 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 nerves. Although it was often extremely painful, she did it for the money.
She was fully aware that satisfying the kinky needs of men was everything and would earn her a living. 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.
Wendy’s mom had been cursed with large, firm breasts, and most of her clients loved to inflict pain on them, giving her a standard of living she could never afford if fucking was her only source of income. There were too many young girls taking most of the sex action, and many of them were crowding the market for pain.
She had to milk her speciality for as long as she could, and at her age, the limit was coming soon. The next level for girls past twenty, like her, to continue to make a living in the sex industry was to take part in nude cuntfights, and most of these were getting very dangerous.
Cunts like her were frequently drawn into paid bar fights, where girls often got killed when the violent nude battles, which had no rules, got out of hand, and the excited combatants, usually on uppers, got carried away. When a fighting bitch smelled blood, she also smelled success.
Ricky shot his load first, watching the obscene video, when about half the needles were in place, triggered by an extra scream as a needle struck a nerve. Kenny sensed there was better to come, and held back as best he could, but when the nipple needles went in, he was shooting his load.
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 young boys, and looked forward to seeing how the two others they brought with them tomorrow would perform.
They knew the boys would be sexually aroused as they watched a live sex show with the popular little twelve-year-old Debbie Dongjerker, followed by a video of debauched pornography, their maturing cocks held firmly in hand as they watched naked females being abused and tortured.
666
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 was the persuasive one. They selected Billy and Cliff and called them to supper time.
“Hey, what’s up?” the conversation began.
“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, and he likes to share. No shit. Do you remember those four bad girls, one of ‘em from elementary school, that got themselves expelled last fall? They were caught naked doin’ dirty stuff in the boys’ shower, with lots of guys watchin’. I didn’t see it either, but word is they got really horny, naked an’ pissin’ in front of the guys and other nasty stuff.
“Now they’re all workin’ at the leather shop, Downstroke’s place, in a room up above the store. It’s got a two-way mirror, we put it in, an’ through it we can watch Debbie Dongjerker doin’ her thing, jerkin’ an’ suckin’ a guy off before gettin’ herself fucked, 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 hardcore 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 was a mortician.
Both Billy and Cliff were in, and right after school the next day, the four buddies walked the five blocks to the leather shop together. When they arrived, Kenny said, “We saw this amazing woman who was wearing boots like these and a super tight girdle that stuck her big tits up like balloons. It was Debbie’s mom, who’s a whore. She wasn’t wearin’ no panties, an’ had these weights that pulled her cunt lips down as wide as my hand, I swear. There was this woman tied up bein’ fucked by two guys, one in front and one in back, an’ she stuck a whole bunch of these really long needles …”
He was interrupted by Mr Downstroke, who invited them in.
“This is Billy, and this is Cliff,” said Ricky.
“Nice to meet you, boys. Debbie’s 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. This afternoon, you are going to see some real adult entertainment, and some of it will surprise and hopefully thrill you. Are you ready to get your cocks out and get excited in the most rewarding way, boys?”
“Sure,” said Billy.
“You bet!” echoed Cliff.
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 to greet the next customer,” Downstroke said. “Ricky and Kenny know the way. Stay up there until the client’s had time to leave.”
The boys followed Kenny behind a curtain and up a narrow ladder. It came up under a trap door in the floor. The two new boys were surprised to see twelve-year-old Debbie, whom they all knew, sitting stark naked on the bed. She was wearing a very sexy pair of very high heels, and they suited her perfectly.
“Get your dicks out, guys,” Ricky instructed, “So we’ll all be ready to jack off when the sexy action starts! It’s gonna be cock-jerkin’ good, for sure!”
“Yup, It’s jack off time!” Kenny said.
The boys 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 hit 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 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. She 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 to stroke her anus.
She inserted her middle finger into her rectum and then joined it with her index finger. She moved them around, stretching the anal opening. Her hand pulled away, and the boys were astounded to see her anus had opened by nearly a half-inch, and remained open for a few seconds before it closed.
“See, she winked at us with her fuckin’ asshole!” Kenny said, remembering Downstroke’s comment the day before, and he began seriously stroking his stiffening dick. The others followed suit. None of the boys had ever got their penis into the anus of another person, let alone a girl, but all thought of it now.
“Don’t pump too much,” Ricky said, “Not too fast. 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 gets there. Downstroke says it’s important not to drain your fuckin’ balls too early.”
They watched her admiring her own image in the mirror, giving particular attention to her beautiful, moistening vagina. The organ flowered as she rubbed and stroked its pink and distending lips. Getting herself into the mood to give her next client his money’s worth.
The boys enjoyed the view of a young girl who had all the working parts of a real woman, except for the tits, which were hardly starting to sprout. The trap door opened behind them, and Mr Downstroke came up into the crowded viewing area behind the two-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 twelve years. Little Debbie has the perfect attitude for this business. For this pretty little horny bitch, even when she’s alone, everything’s about sex.
“It’s hard to believe she’s just turned twelve. She’ll be a good fuck for 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 in any event, she’ll most likely burn out in that time. Most girls do.
“I mean, even wives aren’t worth shit after the first couple of years. That’s why men divorce them regularly, to get into some new, inexperienced younger cunt.”
“What does ‘burnout’ mean?” This time it was Kenny asking.
“Good question. Physically, that pretty little pussy will be greatly enlarged and loose from constant action. The same is true for her anus, which will bulge and likely rupture. That means she’ll have to be diapered for the rest of her life because she won’t be able to keep her shit in.
“It’s hard to believe that tight little starfish she’s displaying now will become a woman’s slack asshole in such a short time, but extensive sexual use of young girls as well as women has its price. Also, clients like inexperienced cunt, and the little girls who fuck regularly quickly become what we call used goods.”
Mr Downstroke was exaggerating with a purpose. He was giving more to the boys to stimulate them with the hazards for females they sexually abuse. His strategy was working. The boys had their eyes glued on Debbie, and they were eagerly fisting their rigid organs with powerful strokes.
“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? Tough on cunts is the only way to go. You guys understand that’s all they’re good for, right?”
At that moment, the next client, who always started a session with a young girl by using the washroom, came into the room where the boys were watching. He was carrying a leather bag, and when he opened it, the boys saw it was filled with things they were sure he had bought at the downstairs leather shop.
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. It appeared she was used to wearing this unusual gear. This guy knew more than the boys about what cunts were for.
Cliff was so excited at the sight of the naked young girl being harnessed that he accelerated his pumping on his rigid penis, and in moments, the eager youngster began to ejaculate. The gathering of nude men reclining around the small pool was delighted at the boy’s early orgasm.
They were eager to see if, before the show ended, the lad could repeat that performance. Knowing what was coming, they were sure he could. Also important was to be certain he didn’t have premature ejaculations regularly. That would render him useless for their purposes.
The big question was regarding his ability to ejaculate a third time when he witnessed what the men knew was coming on the video he and the other boys were watching in Mr Downstroke’s back room. Downstroke knew young boys were resilient, but to what degree was yet to be shown.
That would be the big test, to see If he would see physical violence to the young girl as repulsive, or find it to be sexually stimulating, as it should be. If it further turned him on, as it did most of the boys Downstroke entertained in this secret room, he would within minutes easily produce another good load of cum.
THE END OF CHAPTER ONE