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Mr. Black was in his private jet fling from Bangkok Thailand to L.A., with a fuel stopover in Tokyo. He sat in a luxurious red leather swivel chair sipping a vodka martini. He was wearing a Thai silk dress shirt, open at the collar, and nothing else. He was naked from the waist down so that his huge pulsing dick could be properly worshiped by the flight attendant. This attendant was a thirteen year old boy. He was a real beauty. He was from New Hampshire, and his father was a big time Politician with a taste for brutal pornography. Mr. Black had provided what the Politician needed, but when the promised financial arrangement was not properly met, Mr. Black moved in and took the man's son into employment. There was little the politician could do to object. After all, he could not ruin his career or jeopardize the rest of his family.
The boy's name was Billy. William really, named after his Dad and Grand Dad, but Mr. Black preferred Billy. Billy had been a handful at first, not wanting to become a cocksucking fuck toy. He had preferred to be a normal. healthy thirteen year old attending his exclusive private school and playing sports and flirting with girls.
Mr. Black turned Billy over to one of his trainers, and now on this flight, he was seeing the new improved Billy for the first time.
Billy was naked of course. He had a really beautiful thirteen year old teenage boy body. Pretty, really! The skin was still smooth and pale and soft like a child, but the musculature was that of a developing teen, a young colt. He had big feet, an indication that he would grow taller and that his dick and balls would hang nicely when a bit older. Not that there was anything wrong with them now. For thirteen, he was very well developed. His pale tight young ass was a real beauty. I'll bet the girls and more than a few boys at his private school had looked lustily at that teen ass in soccer shorts. He was probably scoped as well in the locker room and showers. Mr. Black didn't doubt that Billy had given more than a few coaches and male teachers aching hard ons as well. He was that kind of boy.
There was however a look of terror in his eyes. Mr. Black caught that at once. And not without reason. This was his big test. If he failed pleasing Mr. Black, God only knows what might happen to him. More torture, more forced sexual degradation, who knows? The look of terror was that he might fail. But Mr. Black had confidence in the boy. He leaned forward and smiled and ran his hand through the boy's hair. Billy smiled back as he had been taught to do. The thirteen year old extended his tongue and lapped gently at Mr. Black's huge floppy scrotum. The tongue felt like velvet. He had been taught that you don't just lick balls, you worship them. You make love to them, you bathe them in boy spit. You lick each wrinkle with love, you suck the sweat gathered in any ball hair. You lap your tongue over the area where scotum meets crotch and the taste and the smell are strongest. You extend your tongue down under the balls to the area leading to the asshole.
Mr. Black shifted slightly in his chair to give the boy better access to his fucksack. Normally he would not do anything to accommodate a worshipper, but the kid was new and Mr. Black had a soft spot for him. After all, it was not the boy's fault his father was scum. And now the boy would have to pay by becoming a fucked out cocksucking dick slut slave for the rest of his life. No girlfriends or wife in his future. No going out to movies with buddies or watching sports on tv. No family or fun. Only sucking cock, getting fucked, pissed on, shit on, tortured and worse. Such was the way of the world. Mr. Black himself might have ended up in this same position had he not killed his own father and dedicated his life to mastering others.
The young ball licker was doing a very good job. Clear pre-fuck was beginning to drip from Mr. Black's prick. The heavy foreskin was starting to pull back. Mr. Black looked down at the beautiful boy and chuckled. One of Mr. Black's men had pinned a small gold pair of wings to the boy's left nipple. Mr. Black leaned down and whispered into the boy's ear.
"Would you like me to fuck you?"
The boy knew what his response must be. Tears filled his eyes. "Oh Yes Sir, please, Sir! It would be such an honor. Please fuck me, Sir!"
There was something charming about a thirteen year old boy begging to be ass fucked. Mr. Black lowered himself still more in his chair and spread his strong legs wider apart.
"Suck my asshole, and we'll see!" As the boy buried his beautiful face In Mr. Black's ass, tongue working it's pink way into the rectum, Mr. Black glanced down at the photo of the Henshaw family. The way to stop the father's insane lust for power was through the son. Just as it had been with the father of the boy sucking his ass. Matt Henshaw, who was known to be something of a monstrous bully would pay for his father's as well as his own indiscretions.
Across the world, Matt Henshaw was sleeping soundly with his dick resting in Bud Marshall's mouth. He had just finished fucking Bud's wife, and after allowing Bud to lick off the cunt juice and cum, he had decided to sleep with his dick warmly embedded in the young factory worker's mouth. Bud was tempted more than a few times to bite off the fucking huge teenage cock that had ruined his family, but he knew it would only bring ruin down upon them all. Their only hope was that Matt would grow tired of his games with them and move on. Matt had seen to it that Bud had some nice sex too. He had allowed Bud to fuck his own mother in the cunt and ass. The fucking bitch of a woman would never admit that she loved the feel of her son's hog dick up her musty twat. Matt could tell from the look in her eyes how much she loved it.
Let's face it, what mother wouldn't love her son's dick in her. A kind of return to the womb in reverse, right? You can see it in the eyes of Soccer Moms. They watch their athletic high school sons becoming jock heros and their cunts drip. They think of their teenage sons fucking their girlfriends, and they get hot and bothered. They finger their cunts while sucking on their son's dirty jockstraps and underpants. This happens all over the world all the time. Most of their husbands are no longer regularly fucking them, so they dream about their son's big fat hunks of fuckmeat. It is my friend, a much more erotic world than you realize, and lots kinkier!
And what of our hero? What of young Paul Marshall? He had been thoroughly broken. Was there any hope of recovery? Earlier that same day, He had eaten Matt Hensahw's shit. Can one every recover from that? Matt Henshaw has squatted and taken a dump on the cold cement floor of the asylum. There was something Godlike about hunky jock stud Matt Henshaw squatting with his strong young hair legs spread and his huge balls hanging down. His asshole winked and opened and a long thick turd slid out onto the floor. Then two more. Matt grabbed some tissue from a box and wiped his shitty hole and then tossed the shitty tissue onto the turds.
"Okay, Paul, this is a very important test! Chow down Pigboy!"
There is no lower, darker place a boy can go to than to eat another's shit. Some people get off on shitplay, but for most of us, shit is the ultimate filth. In concentration camps the poor abused inmates were sometimes fed from troughs filled with Nazi shit. Young girls were forced to lie for days beneath wooden toilet seats, so that Nazi officers could shit in their mouths. It truly breaks a person.
And the sad thing was that Paul no longer had the strength to resist. He didn't beg. He didn't sob. He didn't grit his teeth in hate or anger or disgust. He crawled like an animal across the room and lowered his cute face to the pile of feces and began to bite and chew the human turds. Now this gave Matt a real sense of power. A tremendous feeling. To watch his former schoolmate bare assed naked on all fours like a fucking dog, head lowered mouth opened munching human shit! This was Heaven. Matt laughed out loud and jerked on his swollen penis. His big teen balls bounced.
" I have to say, you guys did a great job on the fucking pig. He really knows his place. Don't forget to eat the shitty tissue too, Paul!"
The only sign of resistance left in the cute teen was a slight tremor that travelled his well formed naked body. His toes curled slighlty, his butt cheeks tightened, his nipples grew hard, his jaw twitched. But that was all. Paul was broken. He ate shit.
"I'm glad you like it Paul, because I decided you will eat shit every day from now on. At least one meal each and every day will be shit. Would yo like to taste some of your brother Bud's shit? I can arrange that for you."
Matt sauntered over, his lean muscular naked frame looking extraordinarily sexual. He stood over the shit eating boy. Matt yanked and tugged at his big dick. He arched his back, cupped his nuts in one hand and shot a huge load of cum down onto the shitty tissue.
"There, a little extra sauce for you. Eat up, Paul."
Paul's eyes lost their dull glaze for one moment. They flashed and he gazed at the shit streaked tissue now covered in fuck slime. Then he turned his head and took one of the shitty tissues into his mouth and began chewing.
"Good boy, Paul. You have been so good, we are going to get you out of here!"
Paul stopped chewing for a moment. Did he hear correctly? Was there a chance?"
"Yessir. You have been trained so well, I think you are ready to re-enter the outside world. Tomorrow or the net day, I'll stop by with some of your high school friends and we will take you away from this gloomy place. In fact, I've got a nice job lined up for you. You'll earn some money as well. You be in the great outdoors. Would you like that, Paul?"
Now tears did fill Paul's eyes. Tears of gratitude. "Thank you, Sir..." he said, his teeth and tongue and lips coated with shit.
"No need to thank me, you worked hard, and you deserve it. You may show your gratitude however by burying your face in the remaining pile of shit and covering yourself with it. I know you love to stink of what comes out of my asshole."
Matt stood there watching Paul bury his face in the turds and fingering his spent dick. He was actually considering fucking one of the hunky attendants in the room with him. The married one. Matt had discovered he loved to fuck young married guys, turning them into cunts.
"Where was I? Oh yes, your new life and your new job. My Dad owns a kennel...you know, he breeds expensive dogs. Well, the dogs need some relief when they are not breeding. So you're going to become a bitch to fifty dogs. Fifty large dogs with huge dicks are going to unload up your ass and down your throat every day. How's that?"
Paul froze, shit covering and clinging to his face. The light in his handsome eyes disappeared again. He hung his head in dispair. Matt roared with laughter. Then he turned to the young married attendant. "I want to talk to you privately about some work," he said, that winning smile on his face. The attendant straightened up, a look of enthusiasm on his crude but handsome face.
"Yes, Sir, Anything, Sir!" Visions of cash floated before his eyes.
Matt Studied him. "I think I'll fuck both him and his wife," he thought to himself.
At the factory, Bud could hardly concentrate on his work. His asshole hurt something fierce. Not only from getting fucked by Matt the previous night, but from the twelve inch dildo shoved up at at the present time. Matt had insisted that Bud keep the rubber dick up his ass throughout the work day. Bud was not some little sissy boy. No, sir! He was a well built rough and tough blue collar worker. But now he had been broken just like his brother. He had even taken his anger and frustration out on his little brother. Bud wiped his forehead and slowly walked over to get a drink from the water fountain.
"What's a matter, Bud, hemorrhoids acting up?" One of the other young guys joked, noticing the odd way the stud was walking. Bud ignored him. He hated his own brother. He hated his wife. He hated life. But most of all, he hated Matt Henshaw!
On his private jet, Mr. Black was ass fucking the thirteen year old boy. His massively thick dick forced itself deep into the boyhole, until his huge nuts slapped against the kid's lower ass and legs. Then he pulled out, tugging bright pink inner ass flesh out with his fuckmeat. The boy wailed and sobbed. Again and again Mr. Black slammed his fucker into the kid. He had been fucking the boy without shooting for forty-five minutes. After all he needed some diversion on such a long flight. Strings of dick and ass slime hung from the huge fucker on each out stroke. The tiny boy ass looked about to be ripped to shreds by the cock, but it stretched ever larger each time Mr. Black rammed it in. Mr. Black twisted his hips so the dick found every corner of the boy's bowels and guts. He leaned over the sobbing boy and spit in his face. He pulled on the boy's little pink tits, and he tugged on the golden wing pin so hard, it ripped itself from the boy's nipple, causing the kid to howl in agony. Mr. Black leaned down and began to suck the blood from the boy's ripped nipple. The thirteen year old began to shake like he was going into shock. Mr. Black felt his huge dick throb and grow even thicker. He was about to shoot. He raised his bloody lips and kissed the boy on the mouth, forcing the child to drink his own blood. Mr. Black's fucker pulsed and spewed fuck scum deep into the thirteen year old bowels. The boy's big feet kicked and slapped onto the floor. Then relaxed, as Mr. Black finished shooting and lay still atop his little slave. He raised one hand and stroked the boy's pale sweat soaked face.
"There, there, little one. You did very well. I know it wasn't easy. It will get better. I promise you, it will get better. Soon, you'll be getting fifteen times a day and not minding at all. You're so pretty, it's only natural that men will want to hurt you. They love to hurt beauty. I'm going to bite your pretty lips now until they bleed. Don't be scared, I won't damage them. I just want to draw blood in your mouth so we can kiss a blood kiss. And then, guess what? I am going to masturbate you very gently and allow you to cum. Won't that be wonderful? I am going to masturbate you and give you the best orgasm of your life. And then, before the plane lands, I am going to fuck you again. And while I fuck your pretty little ass again, my Assistant Wong who has a twelve inch dick is going to fuck your face."
While Mr. Black kissed and licked the fucked boy, soft Asian music by Ryuchi Sakamoto played in the background. Wong, short and muscular with a freakishly large dick, stood there ready to serve his master and skull fuck the boy.
"Wong, I just know this beautiful boy is going to be able to take your entire dick down his throat. He's a very talented young man."
Back in Bangkok, the doctor was fist fucking little Somchai. His entire hand was now up the boy's ass. The event was being filmed for Mr. Black and for the clients who had ordered the film. Somchai had passed out three times from the pain. Each time he had been slapped awake. No client wants to see a boy fist fucked if the kid isn't feeling the pain.Where is the fun in that?
The machinations of time were about to bring all of these diverse threads together. How and where remains to be seen.
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