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## Round 1, Boy 6 - Joey

The Amazing Boy Race logo appears on the screen then fades out. The camera is zoomed in on that notorious evil smile – the one belonging to Dylan Diamond, lovable, fuckable host of The Amazing Boy Race.

As the camera zooms back it is revealed that Dylan is wearing a red baseball hat with the Amazing Boy Race Logo on it, and a pair of very small, matching red running shorts. A whistle hangs down from his neck and rests between his flexing pec muscles, which are glistening with sweat. In fact, It looks like Dylan has just come in from a workout, and members of the audience can smell his sweat.

DYLAN: Welcome back everyone! We’re here with another episode of The Amazing Boy Race, and boy is it gonna make you men excited and make your boys squeal in pain and joy! But before we get to our next contestant, it’s time for some fan mail!

We here at the Amazing Boy Race get lots of letters, tweets, emails, photos and videos from all of our fans out there, and we like to take time to highlight some of the best of the best. I have three pieces of fan mail here that I wanted to share with you all, so we could honor some of our fans and answer some of your most important questions.

The young Dylan reaches into his shorts to adjust his cock, but ends up just pulling it straight up. It comes above his waistband, a throbbing, veiny monster with a nasty curve that must be at least 13-inches long. What a stud!

DYLAN: Our first piece of fan male is a Tweet from user GodIsAlmighty43.

The Tweet appears on the screen. It reads @DYLANDIAMOND: How can you allow this to happen to little boys? What would you say if you knew God was watching you? #BANTHEAMAZINGBOYRACE   

Dylan smiles at the camera. Clearly he must know this tweet isn’t from a fan, but from an outraged Jesus freak. Dylan always has the right answer for those folks.

DYLAN: Thanks for writing in, GodIsGreat! We always love to hear questions from our fans. Let me answer both of your questions?

1. How can I let this happen to little boys? This is an important question, allow me to explain myself. I can let this happen to little boys, because little boys are obnoxious, rude, stupid, annoying, cum hungry little shits who aren’t fully whole without having some cock stuffed into one of their unwilling orifices. Boys like the ones on our show weren’t given perfect assess and tiny mouths to go to school or play outside or even be with their parents. They were put here on Earth to serve this.

Dylan suddenly gives the audience their first full view of his massive 13-incher. He pulls his shorts down around under his balls, and the massive prick drools at the camera. A long line of precum stretches to the floor, and the head is violent red and visibly throbbing. It looks like it is made of steel, and it has such a nasty curve in it that the head almost points completely to the left.

2. What would I say if I knew God was watching me? I DO know God is watching me. That old man is up there floating on a cloud, his white robe open and his massive Holy cock out and hard just like mine. He’s looking down on us thinking about how he wished his own son, Jesus, could have been on the Amazing Boy Race. When I die and get to Heaven, God will give me a high five and thank me for using the powers he gave me to make sure many little boys suffered at the hands of adult cock.

Dylan smiles and squeezes a big glob of precum out of his monster curved cock.

DYLAN: Our next piece of fan mail comes from one of our long time friends and fans. He’s been watching the show since he was a boy, and now he’s in his 20s.

STUDLYBOYFUCKER: @DYLANDIAMOND: Hey Dylan! I got a question – how do you pick the mentors for the show? They’re always SO perfect for running kids!

 

DYLAN: That’s a great question we get a lot. Actually, we our mentors come to us. There are many men who want to help our little guys through the challenges on our show, so we have to pick only the best of the best. First, we rule out anyone whose cock is less than 10 inches. Anything less than that simply is too easy for boys to take!

Next, we do some serious research on our boys. This happens before they are even told they are going to be on our show! Boys will be living normal lives, not knowing that the man across the street with the sunglasses on is a secret Amazing Boy Race analyst. Once we know a boy’s weaknesses, then we pick a mentor that suits him best.

For instance, we knew little Peter, that Christian slut, loved Jesus so much. So we combed through our databases of mentors and found all of the ones that looked like Jesus. Then we had them come in for auditions, using some of the boys we have behind the scenes. Basically we just tell them to put the kids through hell, and whoever does the best job gets hired!

Dylan smiles at the camera and gives his balls a tug, which causes another big glob of prefuck to drip out of his massive cockhead. This time, he grabs it before it falls and rubs it all over his glistening, throbbing, veiny dick.

DYLAN: Our last piece of fan mail comes from a user known as ScrewMySon.

@DYLANDIAMOND: Dylan, we always see the boys getting rammed by other men, but you’re so hot, do you ever get to take a kid and screw him good?

DYLAN: Aw shucks, I’m flattered. And to answer your question, YES! Of course I screw those boys! Just a few minutes ago I had one of the boys from last season, little 5 year old Jason – you remember him? He’s six now, but still as scrawny and blond as ever. Anyway just a few minutes ago he was on all fours in my dressing room backing himself up and down on my cock. It was so cute, you should have seen it. Actually, I know!

Dylan walks off stage and then comes back with little Jason, leading him by the hand. The boy is tiny and pale, and has a blank expression on his face – like a zombie. This was the second place winner of the Amazing Boy Race Season 8, and he’s seen so much cock that he’s basically just a brain dead whore. His dead eyes stare out at the camera.

DYLAN: Say hi to the camera, Jason!

JASON: Hello.

DYLAN: OK, Jason, let’s show them what we were just doing.

Jason doesn’t waste a second, he just drops to his hand and knees, staring the camera straight in the face. Dylan squeezes a little more prefuck juice out of his cock head and slaps it onto the boys hole, then gets down on his knees and points his massive fuck tool right at the boy’s well used pucker.

Immediately the boy starts backing up, and doesn’t even wince as the cock begins to disappear in his hole. He moans a little as he goes, it is a huge cock after all, but he’s a professional. Soon he’s all the way back, and he starts to crawl forward again, literally impaling himself on the cock while crawling like a dog. To handle the insane curve in Dylan’s cock, he has to kind of crawl sideways for a bit, but he doesn’t seem to mind. In no time he’s crawling back and forth so fast that Dylan just puts his hands behind his head, watching his own muscles flex as the kid fucks himself.

DYLAN: While I finish up on Jason here, let’s check in with our next contestant. Bring him out!

A door opens on the left side of the stage, and out tumbles a little boy of six years old. It’s the Amazing Boy Race’s second youngest contestant – Joey! Like the fan favorite Robbie, Joey is small for his age. But that’s where the similarities between him and the other boys end. Joey has dark brown skin, like a piece of milk chocolate, and jet black hair. He is a little adorable Latino boy.

To the audience’s surprise, he’s wearing more than other boys. In addition to his dog collar – which is a dark blue color – he’s wearing glasses! What luxury! No other boys got to wear anything but their Amazing Boy Race Standard Collars, so Joey is already at the advantage

Unfortunately, his black, plastic glasses have seen better days. When we first met him, they were quite intact. Now they are missing both lenses, and they are broken and taped together all over the place. What happened to this kid? And why is he stupid enough to wear glasses with no lenses. This was obviously a detriment to the kid, because as he stood up he looked around squinting, unable to see, stumbled and fell again. That was when he put his hole on display, and the camera zoomed in as the audience cheered. Sure enough that cherry had been popped – the audience is always happy when a contestant has some rough anal lessons on his first round.

Behind Joey comes his mentor, the youngest one by far – and the most recognizable. The audience is on their feet cheering when they see who it is – Aaron Diamond, the hunky host Dylan’s little brother!

Aaron is only 18, a few years younger than his brother, but just as big of a star. He chose a different route – while his big bro pursued TV, Aaron chose to be a singer. He’s the number one pop star in the world, and little boy sluts always listen to his music, savoring such great hits as “Rape Him Harder,” and the love ballad “Little Boy, I Wanna Make You Puke on my Cock.”

And now, as his first foray in TV, Aaron is on the Amazing Boy Race as a mentor! This is a first for the Amazing Boy Race Franchise.

Aaron waves at the audience sheepishly, grinning his signature smile – which matches his brother. He greets his bro, who is still allowing the former zombie boy race winner to ride his cock on his own.

Aaron is wearing his signature outfit – a white leather jacket with red stripes and a pair of jeans. As usual when he performs, his jeans are undone and his cock is out. He’s very much like his bro in this department – though slightly smaller at 12 inches long, he also has a nasty bend in his cock. But while Dylan bends to the left, young Aaron’s hook is to the right. The two brothers high five as Joey and Aaron prepare for their post-challenge interview.

DYLAN: So, bro, how’d it go –

Aaron holds up one finger to quiet his brother.

AARON: Hold up, bro. Something’s not right. Joey, what the fuck, why don’t I feel you on my cock?


JOEY: But –

POP! Before the boy has a chance to answer, Aaron punches him in the face, hard. The boy’s glasses go flying across the stage and shatter again, breaking even further. Joey goes crawling after them but he is stopped when Aaron grabs him by the hair.

AARON: Do you want me to beat you up like the boys at school?

JOEY: But you are beating me up!

SLAP. That obnoxious remark gets little Joey a hard slap across the mouth.

AARON: If you ever want to learn to be cool you need to fucking listen to what I say. Tell me what I said?

JOEY: You- you said if you weren’t moving that I was supposed to have my mouth on your – on your –

Joey is sniffling back tears at this point. Aaron just puts his hands on his hip and gyrates, allowing his massive prick to slap his hips on each side. Without another word, Joey crawls forward. In no time the six year old is giving Aaron’s throbbing cock head an expert tongue bath. Two of the biggest stars, hottest men, and brothers none the less are now on stage on national television, getting serviced by two slutty six year olds. Ah, the Golden Age of Television!

AARON: Sorry, bro. Kids can be so stupid, as you know. See, you asked me to be a mentor on the show to help this little slut learn how to be cool, and I have to say, I know why kids want to beat the shit out of this little asshole. He’s so annoying! Anyway, we’re learning, slowly, but it’s gonna take a lot of cock before he learns how to be cool like me.

DYLAN: I hear ya bro, glad you could help out. So – tell me, how was your first challenge? What did you have in store for this little guy?

AARON: Well, Dylan, as you can see, Joey is a real nerd. He thinks he’s super smart just cause he skipped kindergarten, but really he’s just a brain dead cock hound like the kid riding your massive prick there bro.

The brothers high five again.

AARON: So anyway, I know that Joey here is used to getting the shit kicked out of him at school, which I figured probably bothered him. So I decided to take him back to school – but give him a treat. No students – JUST teachers. Unfortunately, the only teachers who showed up were the male teachers, but they were very helpful.

DYLAN: I see – did they have some lessons to teach the kiddo!

AARON: Did they ever! His math teacher, Mr. –

DYLAN: Hold on, don’t spoil it, little bro! Let’s finish off these kids while we roll the tape from your first challenge.

Simultaneously, the brothers took over. Instead of having the former ABR almost-champion impale himself, Dylan latched on to the boy’s hips and began to pummel him home. The kid was such a pro at being a whore that he didn’t even flinch, just stayed there and let Dylan rape him senseless.

Joey didn’t fare as well. Like his older bro, Aaron had grabbed little Joey – but by his ears rather than his hips. The get was getting an old fashioned throat banging, and you could see the girth of it in his too-tiny throat. He was coughing and spitting up, but that didn’t seem to bother Aaron one bit – he was a professional after all.

The viewers were treated to a few minutes of the Diamond Brothers using the kids on stage, then the camera faded out to show us Joey’s first challenge.

JOEY’S FIRST CHALLENGE

The scene opens outside the El Paso Elementary School, where Joey goes every day. At least he used to, until he was chosen for The Amazing Boy Race. A school bus pulls up, driven by Aaron Diamond, who will from now on be referred to as MENTOR.

Off the bus appears little Joey, buck naked accept for his dog collar and his glasses. Curiously enough, he’s also wearing a backpack that says AMAZING BOY RACE CHILD SLUT CONTESTANT on the back. A small advertisement pops up at the bottom of the screen:

MAKE YOUR SON FEEL LIKE HE WAS ON THE AMAZING BOY RACE! FUCK HIM UP THE ASS THEN GIVE HIM ONE OF THESE BACKPACKS! ONLY $9.99!

Aaron, the Mentor, gets off the bus as well, still wearing his leather jacket, but no pants or underwear now. His big cock leads the way as he grabs Joey by the hand and walks him toward the school building. For a moment, they almost look like brothers.

MENTOR: Alright Joey, I know you like to learn in school, but you hate it when those boys pick on you, huh?

JOEY: Yeah – are we going to school?

MENTOR: Yep! We are! And just for you, I arranged something special. You’re going to have a whole day at school with NO OTHER STUDENTS! Instead, it’s just gonna be some of your favorite teachers, and you, one on one, learning big boy lessons.

JOEY: Oh boy! Is Mrs. Apple and Ms. Rizzo gonna be there?

The mentor shoves Joey to the ground. The little child looks up from the dirt, a surprised and sad look on his face. He was so tired of being pushed around.

MENTOR: No, stupid. Your female teachers didn’t feel like showing up. But don’t worry, we have lots to do. Now, I’m gonna drop you off. Here.

The mentor fished into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. He threw it down to the child.

MENTOR: That’s your schedule for the day. You know your school so figure it out for yourself. I’ll be here at 2pm to pick you up. Hurry up, you don’t wanna be late! Oh and one more thing.

The mentor bent down over the kid and pulled the boy to his feet. Then he took his cock and pointed it straight at the boy, and rubbed some of his prefuck juice all over the boys face. Joey squished up his face in disgust, but there wasn’t much he could do, and there was much, much worse stuff happening in his very near future.

Once inside the school, Joey looked at his schedule and smiled. Then he gingerly went off down the hall, and despite being naked and scared, was clearly happy that there was no one in the halls to bully him.

Finally he reached the first class on his schedule. The door was marked MATH in big black letters. He opened it and stepped inside.

It was a normal math classroom. Posters about addition, subtraction and multiplication lined the walls. There were about 10 empty desks and then the teacher’s big wooden desk in the front of the room. Behind that was a white board, where the teacher stood.

Mr. Mac was standing facing the white board, wiping it clean. From behind, it was clear he was a very big man. He wore a blue button down shirt that revealed his wide frame, broad shoulders and a hint of back muscle. He was wearing brown dress slacks that showcased his beautiful, muscular ass and long legs. His arm muscled bulged under his shirt.

JOEY: Hi Mr. Mac!

Mr. Mac turned around to give us a good look at his front. He had a boy-ish face, but was smiling happily – way too happily. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a bit of chest hair that matched his wavy brown locks on top. He had a 5’oclock shadow, as he always did, but what really mattered was what was hanging out of his fly.

Even soft, Mr. Mac’s cock packed a wallop. It hung there limp, almost 7 inches, and uncut with lots of foreskin. The massive teacher’s tool instantly began to swell as he took in his student, and it grew and grew and grew! Mr. Mac was a grower for sure, because in no time that cock was at full mast, 11 or so inches in length and veiny as hell. Joey was nearly floored.

Mr. MAC: Joey! I’m so glad you could make it to class today. I have some very painful lessons I want to teach my best, most annoying student! Have a seat!

Apparently Joey didn’t really get it, because despite the massive cock in the room and Mr. Mac’s ominous words, Joey just had a seat at his normal desk, right in the front and center. Fucking teachers pet, let’s see how long he’s eager to please.

Mr. MAC: Well, Joey, I see you’re happy to be back in school. I’m going to give you an advanced lesson today.

With his cock in one hand and smiling at his pupil, Mr. Mac reached into his desk drawer and withdrew a ruler. He slammed it onto his desk. Then he reached behind him and grabbed a black marker off of the white board.

Mr. MAC: Today, we’re going to learn about measuring – and a few other fun things we can do with a ruler.  Come over here.

Mr. Mac walked around his desk, his big cock still just hanging out his zipper. He leaned against the edge of his desk, putting his big muscular ass cheeks against it, as Joey stood up nervously, naked, and walked over to him.  He held out the ruler and the marker  out to the child, who obediently took them. Mr. Mac then grabbed his throbbing weapon by the base and pointed it straight up in the air.

Mr. MAC: Alright Joey, you remember last week we learned how to use a ruler. Well you’re such a smart boy, I bet you can figure out how to measure this.

He gave his cock a big shake, allowing a glob of clear precum to splatter on his button down shirt.

Mr. MAC: GET TO IT!

Joey was so obedient, he didn’t have to be asked twice by his favorite math teacher. In an instant he had his hands wrapped around an adult cock – the little whore didn’t even flinch! Some may argue that it was because he was a child and had no idea that the organ in his hand was used to rape children, but I say it’ s because he’s a natural born slut.

Without even having to be asked, Joey held the ruler on the cock and then began to mark off the inches on Mr. Mac’s foreskin. Cute as could be, the little boy counted them off.

JOEY: 8…9….10…11…11 and a half…what line is this Mr. Mac?


Mr. Mac gave the child a playful slap across the face. Joey looked at him, hurt, but the kid had taken plenty of smacks from the boys on the playground, so he didn’t let it get to him.

MR. MAC: What comes after 11.6, Joey?

JOEY: 11.7!

MR. MAC: Very good! 11.7! But hold on. Why don’t you give that cock a nice squeeze, little guy?

Again, as obedient as ever, the little 6-year-old gave the big adult penis a squeeze, and then his eyes grew wide as he watched the child fucking tool grow right before his eyes.

MR. MAC: Wow! How big is it now, Joey?

Joey looked at the ruler, but it was over a foot long now, and the child didn’t know what to do.

JOEY: Uh…it goes past the ruler so…I don’t know.

MR. MAC: YOU DON’T KNOW, YOU IGNORANT LITTLE BOY?


Joey cowered, shocked that Mr. Mac was using his angry voice. He had heard that tone before, on the bad bullies in the class who misbehaved, but Joey himself had never been bad, and Mr. Mac never yelled at him like this.

But Joey didn’t have long to consider what this might mean, because all of a sudden he was caught in Mr. Mac’s massive arms. The adult lifted the child up and bent him over his big teacher’s desk.

Mr. MAC: It’s time, dear Joey, to learn what else a ruler is good for.

Without wasting a second, Mr. Mac raised his big arm up over his head and brought the ruler down on the child’s hairless ass, HARD. The camera zoomed into super slow motion, so that as the ruler came up, viewers could easily see the red mark that stretched across the boy’s two cheeks. It was so bright and scary that you could almost make out the numbers on the ruler.

After giving a good long shot of his ass in the aftermath, the camera sped back up, and the sound of a boy in serious pain filled the air. Beautiful music! Poor Joey was used to getting wailed on by the other popular boys in his class, but his teachers usually loved him. For the first time he was experiencing real punishment from one of his beloved teachers, and it did not feel good judging by the sounds he was making!

Mr. Mac was smiling big as he continued to punish the little boy’s smooth, brown ass cheeks. The kid couldn’t even speak, just let out a surprised scream with each mark. His ass was quickly turning a delightful shade of angry red, matching the big massive hard on that Mr. Mac was sporting.

JOEY: Why, Mr. Mac! Why???

MR. MAC: Because, kiddo you’re supposed to be – oh shit, I did it again! I’m so forgetful! I forgot to tell you how this lesson works before I started implementing it. My mistake Joey. I forgot to tell you, we’re practicing counting! If you can count all the way to 100 you can move on to your next class. But since you failed to count so far, we’re gonna have to start over with one. Ready?

JOEY: Count what, Mr. Mac??

SLAP! The only answer Joey got was another hard slap of the ruler on his little virgin cheeks. Youch! If only the dumb slut had started counting earlier he would be halfway already. But I guess those first 50-some whacks with a ruler were just a warm up for the kid. Oh well.

Despite the fact that Joey was book smart, in the world of cock, he was just as dumb as the next child slut. Can you believe it took over 25 more swats from the ruler before he learned to say, feebly…

JOEY: One…one hit, Mr. Mac.

You’d have to be heartless not to cringe each time the ruler came down on that boy as you watch from the comfort of your own home. Of course, you’d also have to be crazy not to get your big hairy cock out and jerk it with glee. After all, Joey is very annoying, that’s why kids pummel him all day at school. You know adults want to beat the shit out of him too, so what could be better than watching a teacher who has to endure the annoying know-it-all take out his frustrations on the kids pure ass?

It took about 20 minutes to reach 100, especially since the boy kept losing track. By the time it was over, his cheeks were little more than a raw piece of cowhide, just like the branded horses of his native Texas. When the little boy finally managed to scream out ONE HUNDRED, school bell rang and Mr. Mac lifted the boy off the desk and shoved him toward the door.

MR. MAC: Alright, Joey. Pull up your pants and head off to your next class. Oh wait, I forgot, you don’t wear pants anymore, you slut. Then just get out of my sight, I’ll see you later.

With one final slap on his little ass, crying Joey was sent on his way.

 

Joey was still whining as he slung his ABR backpack on his shoulders and headed out into the hallway. You can see that his little mind is swimming – finally the teacher had found a lesson that could stump the class nerd. Turns out Joey isn’t as smart as he thinks.

Like the trooper he is, the beaten boy has already pulled out his class schedule and his headed on his way down the halls of his familiar elementary school. This used to be his favorite time of day – heading into a new class, excited to learn and be a good boy for the teacher. But something had changed, and now the little guy was feeling terrified, not happy. Poor thing. And he is a “thing.”

English class is next. Joey opens the door that reads MR. ELLIS  on the door.

Joey smiles at first at the familiar classroom. The floor is bright red and blue tiles that have the letters of the alphabet on them. On the wall hangs kids’ handwriting lessons, and Joey’s is near the top with a big A for penmanship.

The smile falls off Joey’s face pretty quick though when he glimpses Mr. Ellis, who is sitting in the storytime chair. Typically that is where Mr. Ellis read books, and Joey loved to hear his sweet, comforting, young voice. Not to mention, Joey loved books, being a total nerd. But he’d never seen the kind of book Mr. Ellis was reading before.

But first, let’s meet Mr. Ellis. At age 26, Mr. Ellis is the newest and youngest teacher on staff. He’s also one of the hottest. His boyish face makes him look even younger, but constant time at the gym every day after school makes his body that of a man’s. He’s smooth as can be, which you can see because half of his shirt is unbuttoned, and his bright red tie is pulled loose.

Mr. Ellis is known at the school for being the fun, hip, creative guy. Some of the older teachers might think he’s obnoxious, but really Mr. Ellis just enjoys testing out the stuff he learned in school on his students. Unfortunately for Joey, he had also been longing to try out some of his sick, twisted fetishes on kids – and now was the perfect chance.

Mr. Ellis seemed to think that pants were necessary for whatever lessons he had in store for little Joey. His thick, muscular legs with matching blond hair lightly dusting them. His big feet were in black socks, and his legs of course were spread wide. He wore nothing besides his socks, underwear and work shirt with tie. Oh and of course his classic plastic framed glasses, a smile and a hard on.

Speaking of that hard on, his uncut, veiny monster was sneaking out the leg-hole of his briefs and about halfway down his right thigh. It was only about half hard, and just lie there like a dead snake, waiting to snap to life and bite a little boy.

Once the camera is finished a full 5-minute zoom in and pan of this young god’s body and cock, it focuses on the magazine he’s reading. The title is WINNING SLUTS OF THE AMAZING BOY RACE VOLUME 8.

This is clearly a little bit of marketing – add placement if you will. Obviously the producers are trying to push sales of the annual photo shoot featuring all of the past winners of the amazing boy race. The magazines were kind of contentious, because technically once the winners win, they shouldn’t have to do sexual adult acts anymore. But you know all of them do, being natural sluts.

On the cover of the magazine is the little 6yo Dylan had been fucking at the beginning of the episode. It was a shot from his final scene, when he managed to take 2 12 inchers up his hole at once. It has a funny pic of his face in full on scream-mode.

Mr. Ellis dropped the magazine when he heard the door open. When he saw his little dog-collar wearing pupil right there, in the doorway, wiping tears from his eyes, his cock lurched another inch.

MR. ELLIS: Joey! I’m so glad you could make it! You’re right on time for your lesson. You ready to learn, little guy?

JOEY: Yeah!

JOEY AND MR. ELLIS: LET’S LEARN!

Stupid Joey was back in school mode. That was always how the class began their English lesson – Mr. Ellis liked to get his students excited to learn. Joey was also usually excited to learn, but he shouldn’t be excited now. Oh well, I guess you can’t teach a young idiot slut puppy new tricks.

Mr. Ellis was to his feet in moments. Having risen to full hardness, his cock was still pressed down through the briefs against his thigh. It was easily longer and thicker than his tie with smiley faces on it – it was almost down to his knee.

MR. ELLIS: OK Joey. Today we’re gonna have a vocabulary lesson and a writing lesson. Oh and I’m gonna teach you a lesson in how you go about getting sperm on your face.

JOEY: What’s sperm, Mr. Ellis?

MR. ELLIS: Always so curious, Joey. You’ll find out soon enough. But first, let’s get to the vocabulary and writing lesson.

Just as Mr. Mac had, Mr. Ellis went behind his desk and got a marker. Then he returned to where Joey was sitting on the tile floor, and got down with the kid, Indian style. He loved to be on the same level as the boys, so class often took place on the floor.

MR. ELLIS: OK Joey, we’re gonna play the reading and writing game! You know how it works, right.

JOEY: Oh yeah Mr. Ellis, I love that game. First you write a word and I read it out loud, then I write a word and YOU have to read it out loud.

MR. ELLIS: That’s write! But today, we’re gonna play it a little differently. In stead of writing on paper, I’m gonna write on you’re hot little slutty body, and you’re gonna write on my big manly muscles and cock. Doesn’t that sound fun?

Joey doesn’t have an answer for this – he’s too stunned at what is now staring him in the face. It seems that Mr. Ellis’ monster has bust free from its cage, and it’s now looking pretty red and angry. It’s visibly throbbing at the child, drooling, and it’s easy to see that little Joey is having flashbacks to his morning math lesson. You don’t want another cock, Joey? But we’ve only just begun!

MR. ELLIS: Now, as you know, we like to write our names first. Here, I’ll write your name for you.

Mr. Ellis had a moment to show of that he wasn’t just a nerd. In an instant he was on the boy with grace, speed and strength. Shocked little Joey was face down on the tiles, with one of Mr. Ellis’s big hands on his head, pushing his face into the ground, and the other uncapping the marker with his teeth. He spit the cap to the black marker across the room, then put his knees on the boy’s legs to hold him in place. Then he began writing in perfect penmanship across the boy’s left ass cheek (which was still red by the way)

He wrote:

HI! MY NAMEIS JOEY! I’M SIX YEARS OLD AND A SLUT! RAPE ME IF YOU PLEASE!

JOEY: That feels a lot longer than my name!

Mr. Ellis ignored his stupid student and got off the child. Joey obediently got up, not questioning his teacher’s methods of teaching.

MR. ELLIS: Now you write my name, right here.

Mr. Ellis patted the space right between his belly button and his bush of blonde hair right above his cock. He smiled at the boy.

JOEY: But I never learned to spell your name!

MR. ELLIS: I’ll spell it out for you, dumb slut. Ready?

He grabbed the boy and yanked him forward, then pushed the marker into his tiny hand. Joey lifted his trembling hand and looked up at his teacher for instruction.

MR. ELLIS: Write G-O-D. GOD! Because that’s what I am to you. In fact, any time you find yourself in this position, with a giant erection in the room, you just remember that the owner of that erection is God, or GODS if you’re getting your pussy gang banged. But that will come later.

Little Joey’s head was spinning. He blushed hard because usually, he was able to keep up in Mr. Ellis class. But the teacher was talking about such crazy, weird stuff – Joey had no idea what was going on. Turns out when the lessons get really tough, Joey is basically retarded. Sorry nerd, you’re not such a whiz kid after all.

Joey was shoved to the ground, his head hitting the tiles kinda hard. Ouch! That’s not gonna help him think fast. Mr. Ellis then dropped to the floor in a pushup position.

MR. ELLIS: Get up off the floor and climb up on my back, Joey! Time for you to write your next sentence!

Joey wearily got up off the floor, but hearing his teacher’s encouraging voice really got him going. Eventually he struggled up onto his muscular young teacher’s back. Mr. Ellis clearly liked showing off his physique for the camera. His muscles budged as he took on the 40 pounds of a 6 year old. Joey was facing backwards, and had a front row seat to the sight of his first naked man ass.

And what an ass it was. Absolutely perfect – muscled and bulging, with a pristine hole that was less fucked than most contestant’s on the Amazing Boy Race. It looked delicious, and it was clearly mesmerizing little Joey who was staring right at the pucker of his teacher’s hot hole.

MR. ELLIS: Ok my boislut. I mean little student. Right above my ass crack write the words “FOR LICKING.” NOW.

There was that scary voice again. Joey was back in lesson mode.

JOEY: How do you spell it?

MR. ELLIS: You’re on your own, kiddo. No hints. Oh, and if you misspell it, you have to learn what it means. So I hope you have been studying up on your vocabulary this week!

Trembling, Joey began to write. The camera zoomed in on his little face, all twisted in concentration, trying to figure out the touch question, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. Then, when he was done, the camera zoomed in on what he had written, in his silly little boy hand writing:

FOUR LIKING

Uh Oh! That’s not right. And Mr. Ellis knows it – he doesn’t even have to check. He knows his best pupil is transformed into a special education student when cock is in the room. It’s annoying, but what can he do?

HE CAN TEACH THAT SLUT A LESSON – THAT’S WHAT. The man stood up, roaring at the child, and simply let little Joey fall back to the tiles. Again – that kid has to be more careful! Bumping his head so much is going to make him even dumber.

In moments Mr. Ellis is making good on his promise. Joey had misspelled the easy sentence, got both words wrong, and now he was going to have to learn what it meant to munch on butt hole.

Mr. Ellis pounced down onto the child – ass first. The boy’s face was now being introduced to one of the finest assholes ever to grace a television screen. Not counting all the boy holes we will see throughout the rest of this season of Amazing Boy Race.

Joe’s muscled voice is clearly in distress, but Mr. Ellis pays no mind to his student’s complaints. Instead, he takes a moment to smile at the camera, flex his muscles, and squeeze some precum out of his cock.

Still smiling, he stands up for a moment. Joey gasped for air as Mr. Ellis put his finger up against his pretty ass hole and smeared his own precum on it in a thick lather. Then he was back down on the boys face, giving him a good hard lesson on both precum and the taste of man ass.

Now let me point out here exactly how much of a whore Joey is. How many guys do you know who have tasted ass before they have tasted cock? None, right? It looks like Joey is just so into ass that he will munch on it, even though he has yet to be introduced to the pain – I mean pleasure – of cock.

After a few minutes of this, Mr. Ellis was up and getting ready to teach the next lesson.

MR. ELLIS: Alright, Joey. Now I’m gonna write something and you’re gonna have to read it out loud. If you misread it then you have to learn what it means. Just like last round. Fun right?

JOEY: Please – Mr. Ellis – can we have a new lesson??

MR. ELLIS: NOPE! Now hold fucking still you whore. And from now on, don’t speak. I’m tired of you always calling out in class.

Mr. Ellis picked up the frightened child and sat him on Mr. Ellis’ wooden desk. He bent down so he was eye level with the child’s neck. Then, across the child’s neck, he wrote the words THROAT RAPE ONLY.

MR. ELLIS: What did I write, Joey?

JOEY: Uh – I can’t see it Mr. Ellis. It’s on my neck.

Joey comically tried to look at his neck – too stupid to realize he can’t look at his own neck, even though he’s so skinny. And even if he could, he probably didn’t know what the word Rape meant. But he was about to find out.

MR. ELLIS: When did you become such an idiot, Joey? I wrote THROAT RAPE ONLY. Ya know, throat rape. Like this.

Mr. Ellis agilely leaps up onto the desk and standing with his big thighs on either side of Joey’s face. His big cock with blond pubes is right at eye level once more, as is the word GOD.

Mr. Ellis fingers are suddenly filling Joey’s mouth and pulling the boy’s face open – not gently. You’d have to watch very carefully to actually see the cock go in – Mr. Ellis was buried to the hilt in an instance.

MR. ELLIS: THIS IS THROAT RAPE. LEARN IT.

Then he reached down and plucked up another marker off his desk. He reached down, holding the gagging boy’s face on his cock, and marked where he felt his cock in the child. He estimated that it was about 2 inches below his shoulders. Under that line he wrote in big handwriting AIM HERE.

Mr. Ellis looked up at the clock.

MR. ELLIS: Oh, fuck. We are running out of time Joey. Look – I can’t afford to teach you these lessons anymore – you’re too dumb to figure it out on your own. Instead, I’ll just do it for you. Your other teachers will know what I’m writing and be able to help you out.

Since the child was still gasping for air, Mr. Ellis found it easy to crouch down and quickly write on the boy’s body. Across the boy’s upper lip he wrote the word STRETCH to let the other teachers know Joey liked his lips to be stretched around cock. On the boy’s lower back he wrote 10 INCHES AND UP EXCLUSIVELY. That should be clear enough. On the bottom of the boy’s feet he wrote the words PULL on the right and HERE on the left.

Now the boy was ready to move on to his next class. Oh, except for the spanking he was to receive from each of his teachers. Mr. Ellis almost forgot.

It was easy enough to administer. He picked the boy up off the desk and slung him over his shoulder. As he walked the boy out of the room, he slapped the kids ass real hard and fast, using his speed and athleticism to really make sure the boys cheeks resumed their red glow.

Joey watched his English Classroom disappear as he was thrown – quite literally- out the door. He landed in the hallway with a thud, and was hit in the face by the crumpled up schedule.

It took about 10 minutes for Joey to get up. The boy was being slow – probably what put him behind so much in the first round of the race. But eventually, like the good student he was, he rose up and uncrumpled his paper. Surprisingly, a smile came across his face.

LUNCH the schedule read. Joey LOVES lunch.

 

 

As he walked in the door of the Cafeteria, little Joey got a hard punch in the face. It knocked him right to the ground. Rubbing his cheek and crying a little he looked up to see his mentor, Aaron Diamond, smiling and cracking his knuckles. The pop stars magnificent, horrifying cock was rock hard.

JOEY: Ouch! What was that for??

MENTOR: I know you’re used to getting the shit kicked out of you at school, and I know how little boys are like puppies – they love routine. So I figured if you didn’t get at least one punch in the mouth soon you were gonna get upset cause your daily routine was confused.

Joey’s only response was to cry some more. Wimp.

MENTOR: Speaking of routine. It’s time for lunch. Ya hungry, retard?

Joey didn’t have time to answer, but he would have said yes – the kid was hungry! Instead, he was suddenly picked up and slammed down on a school lunch tray – the very kind he used to get his lunch. Now he was being served up like a six year old piece of meat.

He carried the boy on a tray over to the lunch area, where there was the typical metal rack where kids would slide their tray along and pick up food from the servers.

The servers, however, were not the normal nice lunch ladies. Those women were gone and they’d been replaced from the men who worked in the kitchen. These were the scary men the boys didn’t usually get to see – but Joey was about to have an intimate encounter with all of them. VERY intimate.

The camera panned the lunch men, letting the viewing audience at home get a good look at what Joey was up against. Oh boy. This was gonna be tough. These were not the hunks Joey was used to. These were real men – and they were real nasty. Dirty, filthy immigrants from south America and Africa. Greasy slobs who looked like they smoked joints out back and beat their wives when they got home. And their cocks! My god their cocks, which were all sticking out from underneath aprons, were the kind of cocks that are huge, hot and make you say “ew” a little bit. They are not conventional cocks. Some are curved severely, others have a ton of foreskin, some have so many veins that they look like topographical maps. Others are simply unbelievably thick, and some have balls that hang so low it’s scary. Most guys would run at the sight of these dicks, but Joey’s such a whore that he’s just pretending to struggle under Aaron’s elbow, which is pinning him to the tray.

MENTOR: Since we need to get you ready for your next class, I’m gonna just order for you since you’re so dumb. Let’s start with an appetizer.

The mentor slides Joey up to the first cook in line. This guy is a big black man, with a gut and an enormous cock that is surprisingly only semi hard. Still it’s about 8 inches and thick around, and hands over a pair of nuts that are of the low hanging persuasion. They look like two big black eggs in their sac.

MENTOR: Hi there. Can I please have some of your nasty ball sweat for this kid?

COOK 1: Sure thing, mon.

The Jamaican cook lifts up a big finger and slowly wipes it underneath his ball sack. Smiling he takes his finger and shoves it up the boy’s right nostril, hard, which makes the kid yelp and make a hilariously adorable face.

COOK 1: Oops I miss his mouth. I got more.

His big finger goes back, and with his left hand he lifts up his cock so that he can gather some penis sweat for the child. This time hi hits the boys square in the mouth with his finger, giving the whining Joey a good taste of funky black cock sweat. Once he’s cleaned off the finger, rubbing plenty on the boy’s gums, Dylan slides him to Cook 2.

MENTOR: Hi there. Tossed salad for the kid, please.

Cook Two is a dark-skinned Latino man. He’s not as tall as the Jamaican cook, but he is as big. This guy is a little on the hefty side – bulky and muscular still, but with a bit of a gut and, as Joey is about to find out, a very round and plump, sweaty ass. Just like the rest of the cooks, he’s a sweaty, heaving beast after having worked in the hot kitchen in Texas all day, serving brats disgusting school food.

Joey perks up. Tossed salad? Finally some real food. He’ll be able to get that nasty sweat taste out of his mouth too.

WRONG. Obviously this kid hasn’t been studying his Amazing Boy Race issued children’s dictionary. He’ll learn soon enough. He’s picked up and forced onto all fours on his tray. Right in front of him, bent over, is the Latino, spreading his beefy, sweaty, hairy cheeks and showing off his brown hole to the kid.

MENTOR: Now Joey, I know you THINK you know what a tossed salad is. Yeah, you think you’re so smart with your big vocabulary – but I know the truth. You don’t even know that the true meaning of tossing salad means to take your pink tongue and have a real sloppy make out session with this man’s hole.

Joey is already gagging, making adorable faces for the camera.

MENTOR: And I don’t mean kissing the butt hole. I mean sticking your tongue all the way inside him and giving him a good lick around. I need your entire tongue submerged in man hole. Understand?

It’s unclear if Joey understands, because Aaron doesn’t let him answer. Instead, he has reached into the boys mouth and pinched the Latino child’s pink tongue and yanked it out of his mouth, roughly. He orders him to keep it out, and then begins to slowly push the kids face toward the ass hole in front of him. If you’ve seen the movie A Christmas Story, it’s very much like the scene where the kid licks the ice cold pole. Here, instead of an innocent metal pole, it’s a pulsating, sweaty man hole, covered in Latino hair.

Back at the studio, the horny audience gasps as the child’s tongue come in contact with the smoldering black hole in front of him. And it didn’t stop there. Aaron, being just the right mix of bully and friend, just keeps pushing. And that dumb idiot Joey is so fucking obedient that he doesn’t retract his tongue. Instead, he just sobs quietly as he child tongue lands on planet hairy sweaty ass.

And it doesn’t stop there. Joey is continually pushed in and out of the asshole
gasping for air, but doing as he is told. His tongue, I’m sorry to say has gathered a
light froth. But so what? Who doesn’t love a little boy with some ass froth on his tongue?
 
Finally after a few minutes of this, Aaron yanks the little butt muncher back hard. The kid’s face is glistening with sweat and spit and who knows what else. He’s trying to gag, but he’s literally crying SO HARD that he cannot breath enough to intake that much breath. But when you munch ass like that, is there really any excuse for tears?
 
HELL NO! JOEY IS A WHORE!!

Aaron gives the sobbing slut a hard slap on the mouth. Nothing Joey isn’t used to with all his experience getting bullied.

AARON: Aw, what’s wrong little guy? You don’t like the taste of this man’s funky ass hole? Well that’s OK, I bet our next guy has something to wash it down with.

Aaron pins the boy to the tray with his elbow and slides him down to the next guy. This cook is a Latino guy. Skinny and greasy, with a long pony tail and a thin mustache. He looks like he just ran across the border he’s so sweaty. He smiles at the boy and his mentor.

AARON: Do you have anything this kid might be able to drink to get that taste out of his mouth?

COOK 3: Si senor!

In perfect synch, Aaron reaches forward and pulls open Joey’s mouth, forcing his face toward the Cook. The cook puts one hand on his hip and the other grabs his big veiny 11 incher. Then the piss starts to flow.

As soon as the first drop his tongue, Joey tries to jerk his face away. This only enrages Aaron and the Cook, who deliver simultaneous slaps to the boy’s face, making his pissed on mouth look all cute and pudgy for a second. The camera freezes on his face, droplets of piss raining down over him, as he enjoys the taste of sweat, ass and piss from three of the most disgusting cooks at his Elementary School.

Finally the dumb youngster gets the hang of it and accepts his fate as a piss guzzling slut. This caused most of the greasy cooks to hoot and holler, and even laugh at the little guy. Lucky for Joey, he was used to getting laughed at by bullies, so he didn’t even blush as the men made fun of him in their native languages, calling him disgusting, fag, spic, slut and maricon.

Boy that nasty ass Latino had lots of piss for the kid. It came out in a seemingly endless stream, thick and fast. A little too fast for the kid – the piss was dribbling down his neck and his little trembling body. The cook didn’t seem to mind, he just let it flow, and Aaron did a nice job making sure the kid was as accommodating of that hot, fragrant piss as possible.

Finally it was over, and Joey was now kneeling in a puddle of yellow stranger piss on his tray. He was too shocked to speak – his little brain was trying to get his mind around the fact that right at that moment, about a gallon of Latino piss was in his ballooning stomach.

But lunch wasn’t over. No no. It was time for the next course. Aaron slid the tray down as if he was going to get a side of mashed potatoes. But what waited next for the kid would be far worse.

However, dumb little Joey was perking up. After all of the disgusting stuff he had just had forced into his mouth, he was shocked to see a real piece of food in the next cook’s hand.

The next cook was a young guy, about 25, black and pretty attractive compared to some of the other greasy men around him. He was fit and had big, puffy lips which were curled into a nasty smile.

He held the pizza out in his big hand, hovering just over his massive 10.5 inch cock. What made his penis stand out among the rest was it’s head. While the thing was thick all around, the head on it looked almost like a cartoon. It was essentially the size of a fist, and currently it was dripping nigger precum down to the ground.

AARON: Well, well, well! Looks like Joey is gonna get some real food, no? Tell me, how do you plan on serving the kid?


COOK FOUR: Like dis.

Cook three took the pizza and bent it around his cock. Then he began to run the pizza, cheese side down, up and down his cock. He worked it over his sweaty cock head, slathering it with his precum and dick sweat. No doubt it wouldn’t taste anything like the pizza Joey knew and loved with all those man juices on it.

AARON: Now you’re gonna feed him that?

COOK THREE: Naw, not like dis. Not for dat slut ho bitch. Like dis.

The young nigger chef took a big bite of the pizza, smiling evilly at the child before him. He chewed it up, making a show of how good it was and how much spit he was putting on that pizza. Now it was ready for the child.

COOK THREE: Open your mouth you baby bird boy. I’m gonna show you how little queers like you get fed, you fucking faggot.

Joey for some reason did not want to open his mouth, but Aaron was there to help. He slapped the kid’s face again for good measure, then pulled open the boys mouth wide. The cook leaned forward over the child and spit that food right into Joey’s waiting mouth. This got a good laugh from the chefs and the men watching at home, impaling their kids on their cocks as they watch Joey experiencing the taste of nigger spit, nigger cock sweat, nigger precum and just a hint of school cafeteria pizza.

Aaron helped Joey chew it up, and even went so far as to shove his finger’s in the boy’s mouth and shove the food down his throat. Joey mumbled something about biting his tongue and almost choking on the food, but it was hard to hear him over the laughing of the men and the sound of his own whimpers and gags.

The black cook continued to chew up and spit the entire pizza into Joey’s mouth, and would you believe it? That slut ate the WHOLE THING! Half of me thinks he might actually ENJOY the taste of slobbered on pizza. Half of me doesn’t care.

 

Once the pizza is all gone, Joey is slid down on his wet with piss tray to the fifth and final cook. The next cook wasn’t as handsome as the black guy, but Joey felt a little relief seeing that this man was actually white. Joey felt safer around white guys – most of his favorite teachers were white. However, this guy had his own bit of scariness to him.

He was clearly white TRASH. This guy was pretty disgusting in his own right – he had a face covered in tattoos – including swastikas and skulls. A tattoo of flames that went up his neck continued down his body – which was in pretty good shape despite his rather gross appearance. His abs were covered in tattoos of tiger claw marks. IN addition to all those tats the man is covered in what appears to be chocolate. Yes – this disgusting man is responsible for cooking up desserts for tons of kids every day, and it looks like the naked chef is messy in the kitchen. Flecks of chocolate cover his body and face, obscuring some of his terrifying tats.

 But the scariest part about him, of course, was his cock.

The camera zoomed in on this white man’s monster cock, because it was a little hard to see it since Cook Five was stroking it so violently with both hands. While the monster was nice and long and thick, what really impressed was this man’s balls. Like the first cook, his white nuts were low hangers and huge – like eggs. But when we say low hangers – we mean it. They hung in their sack like they were made of led, stretching his hairy scrotum halfway down his thighs. They were literally churning in their sack, working up a great load.

To everyone’s surprise, once Joey is lined up in front of the man, Cook Four erupts. Joey and the other cooks look on in shock – only Aaron plays it cool, knowing this is all part of the plan.

Now, the gobs that shoot out between this piece of trash’s piss slit is not like any normal cum a boy might lick up of his father’s toes. It’s so thick and white it almost looks chunky. Let’s just say, if you saw a load like that, you would NOT want to lick it up. But little Joey is just staring – eyes wide open – bloodshot with tears. I don’t know about you but it sounds to me like the sobbing child is in the mood for some of that disgusting cum. By the time the man is done shooting, most of his tattoos and all of the chocolate flecks are covered in his creamy broth.

COOK FIVE: Aw fuck man, these niggers and spics got me working so hard on dessert for the kiddies I ain’t even got time to beat off. Show’s what happens. Anyway enough complaining. Is he ready?

AARON: He’s ready.

JOEY: Wh-what now???

AARON: Don’t whine, you stupid bitch. It’s time for your favorite part of the meal! Dessert. Do you want a whole brownie?

JOEY: Ye- yes please.

AARON: Well, you can have a whole brownie, once you’ve helped clean this man up. I want all of the cum and all of the chocolate off him NOW.

JOEY: No – please! No more!

AARON: If you like you can have more ball sweat instead. Or how about some piss? Maybe you want to lick an ass some more?

The other chefs who have already fed the child start to advance on the kid. The Tossed Salad chef backs toward him, cheeks spread, while the Jamaican chef is already pulling some sweat out from behind his balls. A few droplets of piss fall out of the other man’s cock, and the smell of pizza fills the air. Joey gets scared, trembling, and realizes what he has to do.

Have you ever seen a child of 6 forced against his will to lick up chunky sperm off a meth addict cook from his elementary school? it is at once both beautiful and disgusting. This segment is filled with LOTS of close ups of Joey’s quivering tongue working its way through the chunky sperm. Lap lap lap. Sob sob sob. Who the fuck cares.

Fortunately for the kid, the chef is happy to help out. The cum somehow got everywhere, and Joey has quite the task before him. As the child licks, the man helps him out by kicking his feet up on the counter and letting Joey lick up the cum between his sweaty toes. He accidentally kicked Joey in the face – though it’s impossible to tell how hard cause the kid is already giving the biggest sob fest of his life. Cook Four also lifts up his ball sack – would you believe it? Some of his grundle hairs are covered in sperm team. Eat it up Joey! What a dumb nerd! Seriously – lapping up that disgusting cum just to avoid more ass sweat? BIG WHOOP.

Finally the man is clean. Joey looks back to Aaron – even in this degraded state, he still looks to his teachers for guidance.

JOEY: Can – can I have my brownie now?

AARON: Sure! Go ahead and give it to him.

The chef pulls a big, delicious, chocolate brownie from behind the counter. It looks wonderful – even better than the ones Joey usually gets at school. He lifts it up and holds it out to the boy, lets him smell it. Joey being the hungry slut he is bites at it, but misses, biting his tongue by accident once again. Then he starts crying again, because suddenly, the man pulls the brownie back and puts it in his own mouth, chews it up, going MMMMM MMM. Then he opens his mouth to let the boy see the chewed up brownie.

AARON: Go get it boy! Oh wait – hold on. I forgot. Joey – you may be too stupid to figure this out, but have you noticed that at the end of each of your lessons, we do something awful to your ass? Your little butt?

JOEY: Yeah! Mr. Mac hit me with a ruler! I didn’t’ do anything wrong. sob sob

AARON: Well Joey, I’ve instructed each of your teachers, and this nice lunch staff member here, to make sure your ass really gets hurt after your lesson. I think it’s an effective educational tool – really drives the lesson home. And so far – it’s been kinda week. So we’re gonna up the anti.

Still holding his mouth open, the white chef with the brownie mouth reaches forward and grabs Joey, dragging him off his wet tray and behind into the kitchen. He carries the boy, who isn’t even struggling, back into the back room where the stoves are. And then,  you guessed it, he sits the boy down on one of the stove tops. It’s the kind where you grill burgers – just a big sheet of metal. Then he turns it on to medium.

Aaron calls into him from the main room.

AARON: You better start eating that brownie, Joey! You have to stay stead until his mouth is clean.

With the stove already getting hot, Joey kinda panics. I mean, he’s been beat up before, but never intentionally burned! And the stove is already getting hot. He looks at the man in front of him, who has now bent slightly so that Joey can easily see into his mouth. The brownie in there is all chewed up and spitty – just the sight of it makes Joey gag.

But then he does it.

Wanting to avoid his little cheeks getting too burnt, the child leans forward and begins to frantically LICK THE INSIDE OF A MAN’S MOUTH. A stranger’s mouth! His little tongue works hungrily, licking between the mans lips and gums, literally running his kitten tongue up and down the man’s chocolate covered tongue in a twisted child sex version of French kissing. These boys grow up so fast!

Now, Joey might pretend that the reason he licked so frantically and accomplished this task was cause his little cheeks were burning. But don’t you listen to him. He did it because he loves chocolate, and because he’s a slut.

Finally it’s over and the man’s mouth is clean. He swallows, spits on the child for good measure, which causes the ricochet of his loogie to hit the girdle that Joey was sitting on and sizzle. Then he ripped the child off the stove, not caring about the sizzling and ripping sound the kiddo makes as he’s pulled off the stove top and tossed to the greasy kitchen floor.

Joey is screaming! Wow – his little ass is a bit more red than expected – but speed is the name of the game here at the Amazing Boy Race and Joey was unfortunately pretty slow and dumb.

Aaron jumps behind the counter and gives the kid’s red ass a slap, then flips the boy over. He gives his giant cock a few tugs and that’s all it takes – Joey gets this load square in the face. He tosses his head side to side, trying to protest, but it only makes it easier for Aaron to completely cover the boy in his teen slime.

Then, because he loves the boy, he punches him square in the face.

AARON: TWO MORE CLASSES, NERD!

Somehow Aaron has managed to save the boy’s schedule. He uses it to wipe up some cum and grease off the floor of the kitchen. He then crumples it into a ball and shoves it in the kid’s mouth. He gets up and leaves the room, allowing Joey a few minutes to let the grease of the kitchen floor cool his sweltering ass. Then it’s time for science class.

 

 

 

Joey enters the room to the Science Lab looking like a soldier returning from war. He’s battered, bruised, burned and limping. And he still hasn’t even taken it up the ass! What a little cry baby.

But once again, the dumb slut is fooled into thinking that a sense of normalcy may be returning to his school day. His little face lights up when he sees who’s in the room – the Science Teacher’s Aid, Simon.

Simon is getting his degree in teaching at the El Paso State University, and as part of his program he gets to assist the Science teacher, Mr. Sexton. We’ll get to him in a moment, but for your viewers out there, feast your eyes first on Simon. This college jock is the kind of guy you see at Frat parties, trying to date rape girls, totally unaware that guys lust after him. He’s also a sweetheart at the core – and really loves kids. He is fond of Joey in particular, cause the kid gets beat up so much, and Joey has taken a shining to Simon. In fact, Simon is probably the best thing about school, for Joey.

Did we mention Simon is fucking hotter than fuck? He plays lacrosse, soccer, football and he’s on the diving team, and he’s a pro at all of them. He doesn’t do much besides party, study and work out his rocking body. Also he’s hung like a god, but currently his massive young cock is folded up in his pants. Simon is dressed for a normal day at work, and the shock on his face when he sees the little torn Joey stumble in is palpable.

JOEY: Simon! Help me!

SIMON: Joey! What happened little guy??

Simon and Joey run toward each other, and Simon picks up Joey in his arms. He accidentally grabs the boy’s burned ass cheeks, which makes the boy yelp, but he’s crying so hard that Simon doesn’t even notice why. He hugs the boy into his bulging muscles and tells him it’s going to be OK. It’s the first tenderness Joey has felt since he was shipped away for the Amazing Boy Race season – and it’s the last.

The two share a happy reunion, until the sound of a wooden pointer hitting the blackboard causes them to turn around toward the front of the room.

At the front of the room, stark naked, stands Mr. Sexton, the Science teacher. Unlike Mr. Ellis and Mr. Mac, Mr. Sexton is not a fresh young face. He’s a veteran teacher, one of the older ones there and on staff the longest. However, at age 50 he is still one hot motherfucker. He’s tall – very tall – about 6’6. And he’s lean as fuck. As coach of the track team, Mr. Sexton keeps himself in shape. He jogs 10 miles before work every day, and it shows. He’s ripped from head to toe – not a single ounce of body fat. He has cropped gray hair and a small mustache on his masculine face.

His chest is covered in gray hair, as is the bush above his cock. But the cock. My lord the cock. It’s rock hard right now, and it still hangs downward because of it’s weight. At 13.5 inches long, Mr. Sexton is not only the oldest teacher on staff, but he’s also the largest in the cock department. The thing hangs to the left so much so that the head of it covers his left kneecap. It’s uncut and has plenty of extra skin, which Mr. Sexton is pulling back and forth over his apple-sized cock head as he points at the drawing on his blackboard.

The stern teacher has drawn something very crude on the black board. It appears to be a cross section of a boy about Joey’s size, taking an enormous cock up the ass. IN fact, the cock stuffed in the drawing of the kiddie is just about the size of Mr. Sexton’s penis. Next to that is a drawing of a child’s face, looking forward, with his mouth open. The drawing resembles a chalk version of Joey.

MR. SEXTON: Ass to mouth. That is what we’re learning today boys. Ass to mouth. Joey – it’s a biology lesson you should have learned long ago. Lucky for you you have two teachers here to dedicate a class to making sure you know EXACTLY what your own ass – and other men’s asses – taste like.

SIMON: Mr. Sexton! What the fuck are you talking about!

MR. SEXTON: Quiet, Simon. You’re here to learn a lesson too. I know you think you like Joey and like to take care of kids, but you need to learn that your role, as an educator, is to fill the boy’s minds with ideas and asses with cock and cum. And you’re going to start today.

SIMON: But!

MR. SEXTON: No ifs, ands or buts about it. Now bring that slut over here and put him on the lab table.

It’s surprising how obedient Simon is to Mr. Sexton. Despite Joey’s protests, the young stud slowly brings the subject over to his older mentor. Though his mentor isn’t quite as scary and abusive as Joey’s. He sits Joey down on the table as gently as he can, but Joey’s ass is still raw and missing skin in some places, so the little guy yelps adorably.

SIMON: Don’t worry, Joey, I won’t let anything bad happen to you.

Mr. Sexton smiles at this. His students have no idea how bad things are about to get. As he begins his lesson, speaking mostly to Simon, he moves Joey into position. Joey is whimpering, whining, but easily rearranged into doggy position on the black table top.

MR. SEXTON: There are many different ways to learn about ass to mouth, Joey, and you’re going to learn all of them. But the most important thing to remember is to focus on taste. TASTE is where it’s at, little guy. First, you’re gonna find out what it means to get fucked. Simon – would you do me a favor and punch Joey in 3…

SIMON: But why? He’s just my little guy!

MR. SEXTON: 2

JOEY: PLEASE! NO MORE PAIN!

MR. SEXTON: 1. NOW.

To say that Joey learned about adult cock would be an understatement. At that moment, Joey took 10 inches of cock all at once. Ouchies. That can’t feel good. The cameramen decide this is an excellent moment to do a slow motion replay of Joey’s face as he is introduced to his first – and far from his last – gargantuan man cock. It’s little smarty pants face isn’t so smarty pants anymore. Now he’s all twisted and funny looking – he basically looks like a brain dead slut. But his bowels are being stretched far beyond his limit, so let’s not laugh at the boy TOO hard.

SIMON:  Oh my god! Mr. Sexton! You’re rap-

MR. SEXTON: FUCK! I hit a wall in the kids ass. Goddamint Simon if you wanna get a good review from me for your master’s thesis you should have punched that kid 10 seconds ago. NOW PUCNCH HIM!

SIMON: Oh god…sorry little buddy.

Simon takes little Joey’s contorted face in his hands and gives his favorite little nerd a sorry look. Then he pulls back his muscular arm and pile drives his big fist right into the kid’s face. Looks like he is obedient, even if it means punching a child, who is getting raped, square in the face.

It works! Mr. Sexton is an experimenter, and he’s always trying new things. This latest experiment proved a true fact – if you can’t get your massive boner into a child, have someone punch him in the face. As Joey goes dizzy from the football player’s punch, the cock inside him bursts through that barrier, carving out new space in his guts. It hurts like a mother fucker, but at least the kid got it all!

MR. SEXTON: Alright, Simon, now listen up. The reason I’m thrusting in so –UGH – deep into the child is because a boy’s ass is like a fine layered cake. Each part of his hole – which I am now ruining- has a different flavor. And we want our boy Joey here to really get a good taste of himself. So you really gotta – ugh ugh ugh – dig around in there.

As he spoke, Mr. Sexton was moving his massive piece of meat two and fro inside the boy, from side to side, making the kid scream like a banshee. Joey was in so much pain his screams were making the glass chemistry equipment in the room rattle. Simon just watched in shock as the man he admired most brutally raped the child he loved the most. But the camera zooms in on his work slacks and what’s that we see there? Is that the beginning of a massive boner on Simon?

Joey got a good, rough dicking for his first time right there in his science room. Eventually Mr. Sexton began to speed up, really jabbing his cock in quickly as deep as that thing would go – which he had made sure was to the hilt. Joey was making adorable faces as his insides were torn apart, and Simon’s hand was subconsciously rubbing his cock through his pants. Simon’s face winced every time Joey yelled out – his screaming had increased because now Mr. Sexton was clutching the boy’s ruined ass cheeks.

MR. SEXTON: OK. HERE COMES THE JIZZ FOR JOEY!!

Mr. Sexton let’s out a roar that visibly frightens both Joey and Simon as he unloads his manly seed into the child. It goes on for a while, and he pumps it into the yelping, whining little kid as he fills the thing with more jizz than his already fully stuffed anus can handle.

Finally the torrent of cum ends, and Mr. Sexton withdraws his cock. This warrants another close-up, slow motion of Joey’s asshole. Joey’s once virginal hole is now allowing a 13.5 incher fall out of his ass, and the boy’s pink butthole is so stretched thin that it is literally pulling the boy filth off the cock. But no worries – Mr. Sexton knows what to do. After about one full minute of him withdrawing his cock, the helpful science teacher slams three fingers into the kid, and uses the left over boy hole to lube up his still hard, red, angry cock.

It looks like Simon is about to tear up as he sees Mr. Sexton swing around the table and strut over to the end where Joey’s red, puffy, swollen, tear-streamed face is. He gets up on the table, allowing his super long and lean legs to straddle the tabletop, and puts his cock right in Joey’s face. The massive prick is just COVERED in the boy’s ass juices – it’s not something you and I would ever go near. But Joey is looking at it point blank.

MR. SEXTON: Lick.

Now here’s the really amazing part. This kid has been through hell. He’s been beaten, slapped, forced to eat the most vile sweat, piss, cum and spit, has self-descriptive slut phrases scribbled all over his whore body, not to mention BRUTALLY, RUTHLESSLY raped by a cock way to big for anyone under 10. You’d think that he’d put up a protest with this final degrading act – being forced to lick his own rape juices off the cock that just punched him out. But you’d be wrong.

But you’d be wrong.

Joey loved and admired and feared his stern teacher so much that despite his tears and sobs his tongue was out in a matter of seconds, tasting a new flavor! The flavor of his won ruined pussy! The flavor of his childhood being take away from him FOREVER.

MR. SEXTON: WHAT A SLUT! LICK LICK LICK! Can you taste your own virginity? Tatses good doesn’t it?

This only makes Joey cry harder and lick faster. I’m not sure what the tears mean – but I can only assume the quickened licking pace has to do with the fact that he truly does enjoy the taste of his own innards on a man’s cock.

As the kiddie licks, Mr. Sexton gives the boys very specific orders, while that hunk Simon just watches, stunned, horrified and turned on all at once. When Mr. Sexton tells Joey to take his tongue and scrape around under the rim of the science teacher’s glistening cock head, Simon actually begins to stroke himself through his pants.

MR. SEXTON: Alright, Simon. It’s time for you get in here and help. I need you to suck you the cum from little Joey’s ass!

SIMON: WHAT?? No way! I’m not gonna do that to the poor kid!

MR. SEXTON: And to think… you were so promising. I really thought you’d make a good teacher. Too bad you’ll have to work at a fast food joint for the rest of your life. Maybe there’s an opening in the school cafeteria…

Simon is clearly conflicted. On one hand, there is a raped child in the room who needs protecting. On the other hand, his career is at stake. And on yet another hand, he can’t explain why his cock is harder than it ever has been. Slowly he makes his way over to Joey’s ass and cups both cheeks in his hands.

Simon examines the ass – red and marked with lines and bruises and burns.

SIMON: My god, Joey. What did they do to your ass? What did they do? Don’t’ worry baby, this is gonna feel good. I promise.

And with that, Simon dives face first into the ruined boy pussy. He’s eaten pussy before – but never like this. Never a smooth boy ass filled with cum. Never on national television. But he’s a pro being a stud who has girls after him all the time. He licks and sucks, matching his rhythm to the slobber job that Joey is giving the cock that just raped him. While it does help calm Joey down, the child is still sobbing quietly as he learns what ass tastes like.

MR. SEXTON: And don’t swallow any of that cum. Just hold it in your mouth Simon. Let me know when you got it all.

After a few minutes, the obedient teacher’s aid lifts his handsome face from the boys ass. He opens his mouth to show Mr. Sexton that he has done a stellar job cleaning out Joey’s pussy. Mr. Sexton motions for Simon to join him at Joey’s face. Once Simon is by his side, he pulls the kid off his cock and squeezes his face, forcing Joey’s mouth open.

MR. SEXTON: Feed it to him, Simon. Spit it square in his mouth. Show Joey what the first semen to ever enter his little guts tastes like. Give him a taste of your handsome spite – because after you I think Joey is gonna be servicing some of the more DISGUSTING men, since he likes ass to mouth so much.

Something about Mr. Sexton’s voice changed Simon. You could see it in the college boys eyes. The sympathy and disgusting he held for Joey was transformed, almost magically, into a hatred for the little kid in front of him.

Simon gargled the old teacher’s cum and then spit it square into Joey’s mouth.

SIMON: Swallow that you bitch! Making me do gay shit on national television! SWALLOW IT!

Suddenly Simon lunges forward and squeezes Joey’s neck, chocking the child. It’s effective – in no time Joey has swallowed the cum that went from his teacher’s cock, to his ass hole, to his favorite college stud’s mouth, to his tummy.

Once the cum was gone, nice Simon came back. He dropped to his knees and looked Joey in the eye.

SIMON: Oh Joey! I’m so sorry baby! I don’t know what came over me! Don’t worry – I won’t do anything else to you. I’ll protect you.

But protecting Joey wasn’t really on Mr. Sexton’s lesson plan. Instead, he planned to give the boy an eyeful. Mr. Sexton walked back to the front of the room, and while looking Joey in the eye he bent over the desk, showing off his tiny, muscular ass to his teacher’s aid, Simon.

MR. SEXTON: Simon, come over here and fuck your teacher.

SIMON: WHAT?

MR. SEXTON: NOW

SIMON: But I –

MR. SEXTON: NOW!!

Mr. Sexton rarely yelled, but both Joey and Simon knew that when he did he meant business and you better do what you’re fucking told. So reluctantly, Simon began to undress. First he took off his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt. Underneath he wore a wifebeater that did wonders for his physique, showing off his athletic build. He left that on, but undid his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. Underneath he was wearing boxers, and his cock was already rock hard and hanging out.

The camera zooms in on Joey’s face as he takes in the view of Simon’s terrifying penis. It’s clear he’s wondering if he’s gonna have that one forced inside his bowels, and just the thought makes his face go pale.

After all, Simon has a gorgeous cock. It’s not quite as long as Mr. Sexton’s – only 11.5 inches, but it is THICK as all fuck. Simon begins stroking it, pretending like he has to get hard even though he’s rock hard. His fist isn’t big enough to go all the way around the monster – and Simon has huge hands that make catching footballs a breeze.

Mr. Sexton admires the cock, but remains stoic. He pulls some lube out from underneath the table and hands it to Simon, who dutifully lubes up his cock, approaches his teacher, winces and begins to slide in.

As soon as that cock is sliding into Mr. Sexton, it’s clear that Simon is in for a few tips from the master teacher at the school. Mr. Sexton begins teaching Simon why using a boy like Joey is A-OK.

MR. SEXTON: Aw, yeah Simon. Now let me tell you about little Joey here. He may seem like the perfect student, but really he’s dumb, annoying and a whore. Aw fuck yeah that’s a big cock, Simon. Fuck me with it nice and gentle. See, as an older man, I deserve respect and a nice gentle, loving fuck. Just like this. But not Joey. He’s a child, and has a lot of living to do. He thinks he’s smart and all, but really he’s dumb, and for that, he deserves NO RESPECT. He deserves NO TENDERNESS. Children like him deserve nothing but brutal, insane, painful and humiliating rape. Aw yeah fuck me. Do you understand, Simon?

SIMON: I – I –

Simon’s face betrays his intelligence, and the dumb jock look takes over. After all, smart guys like him have to learn to turn off their brains and use their cocks when the time comes. So Simon’s caring for Joey is now replaced by his animalistic urge to fuck anything in the room. And while Mr. Sexton’s ass is fine and feels great, Simon can’t help but look over at little Joey Simon locks eyes on the kid, who is just sitting there dumbfounded, wondering why he can’t get a slow and gentle fuck like that. And something changes. Simon picks up his pace, and suddenly starts to talk back to Mr. Sexton.

SIMON: I do! OH FUCK yeah I do! I fucking get it! Aw fuck yeah! Mr. Sexton you’re the best teacher and your ass. DAMN! But naw bro, I know what you mean now. That kid is worth less than the snot in my nose and the sweat on my awesome untouched straight asshole. Oh, Joey baby, I’m sorry – but I’ve gone from loving you to HATING SO MUCH! YOU STUPID COCK DUMP.

As he screams these final words, hurling insults at the kid like bricks, Simon raises his big arms in the air and pumps a big fat load into his teacher. The young stud fills the older man with so much cum, because he’s simply never been turned on and never felt a hole – ass, mouth or pussy – quite like Mr. Sextons. And Mr. Sexton happily accepts the wad deep inside. Then Simon pulls out with a SQUISH, artfully leaving every drop of his spunk inside the teacher.

Joey has completely broken down watching this. The last man in the world he would have expected to betray him just called him stupid and a cock dump and now hates him apparently. Joey is broken down crying from his awkward seat in the sink. He doesn’t even notice when Simon approaches.

SIMON: Don’t worry, Mr. S. I know what the next lesson is.

Mr. Sexton smiles and climbs back up on the black table top. Now he’s on all fours, his ass facing Joey, whose limp, sobbing body is lifted by Simon from the sink and carried over to the table. Simon uses one of his big arms and hooks Joey under the armpits, holding him up so he’s eye level with Mr. Simon’s hairy, glistening, recently fucked but hole.

SIMON: Suck it out, Joey. Come on baby. I know you know how, dummy. If you can do addition and subtraction, and write those nasty words all over your own body, you can suck my cum out of teacher’s hole. Come on, be a good boy.

At the encouragement, eager to be a “good boy,” the six year old places his little pink lips over his science teacher’s hole. AND SUCK HE DOES!! The audience gets a nice close up of Joey looking out the side of his eye at the camera as he gags and sucks on a recently used old man hole. The camera shows his throat working as the obedient, disgraced whore swallows the warm cum inside. He willingly ingests not just semen, but the rich juices that make up the interior of his teacher’s ass. Wow! What WON’T Joey eat.

Realizing there’s more of this lesson that could easily be learned, Simon struts around so he’s standing to the side and in between Joey and Mr. Sexton. He waits a moment, enjoying the sight of his former favorite student sucking cum out of an adult ass, and then grabs Joey’s hair and yanks him over. Joey, faced with yet another cock covered in ass juices, doesn’t even have to be told. He begins to clean off Simon’s gorgeous cock. The words STRETCH written all over Joey’s mouth are put to good use as he tries to get that cock into his face hole and suck it all clean like the child cock vacuum cleaner he is.

Using Joey’s hair as a handle, Simon continues to push the boy back and forth, so that Joey gets both lessons of what it means to do ass to mouth at once. He’ll have his face shoved into Mr. Sexton’s sweaty hole for a few moments, SUCK SUCK SUCK, SWALLOW SWALLOW, SWALLOW, then it’s back to Simon’s dirty cock, where more sucking and swallowing ensues.

Finally, when Mr. Sexton is totally empty and all of the cum has been transferred to Joey’s tummy, and Simons’ cock is clean as a whistle, the bell rings, signifying the end of the day. But Joey’s school day is not quite over.

 

Suddenly, Aaron appears at the door, ready to bring Joey home like a good mentor.

AARON: Hey guys. We got one more surprise for Joey. Simon – would you mind helping me carry the kid out.

Simon, still dumb with hornniess, smiles happily and without a second though, picks up Joey and slides the kid down on his cock WAY TOO QUICKLY. Luckily some of Joey’s spit is still on that massive dong, but the kid’s hole is basically ripped and ruined by the girth of the teacher-jock’s shlong. Joey screams like a girl, which makes all three of the adults in the room laugh.

Aaron holds Joey’s hand and pretends like he’s walking the kid down the hall like a protective parent. However, Joey’s not doing any walking – he’s simply bouncing down the hall, impaled on the massive cock, with Mr. Sexton following. Joey is crying and wincing, but some how manages to find time for a conversation with Aaron as they walk.

AARON: So, Joey. Tell me. What usually happens at the end of the day?

JOEY: I – OW – OUCHIES! I go home!

AARON: Noooo…. before that. In the parking lot. Tell the men in TV land what happens every day.

JOEY: But – but you said no other kids were here!

AARON: ANSER THE FUCKING QUESTION! For such a nerd  you are really bad at answering questions. WHAT HAPPENS EVERY DAY IN THE PARKING LOT AFTER SCHOOL?

JOEY: The OW OH OW! PLEASE SLET ME DOWN! OUCH! THE BOYS! AFTER SCHOOL THE BIG BOYS BEAT ME UP EVERY DAY!

The men all applaud Joey’s answer, and it comes at just the right time. Because they walk out the door and sure enough, they are there in the parking lot. And who is Joey greeted by? Not the big boys from school, but all of his friendly teachers from the day, buck naked, rock hard and raving mad.

JOEY: NOOOOOO –

Joey’s cry is cut short as Simon drops him unceremoniously off his cock, with a POP, and onto the hard gravel below. Literally drops the kid. No if ands or buts about it.

The men circle Joey, and for one moment as he lays there sniveling like a brat on the pavement, he gets a good look at the men who used to love him, and now want to beat the shit out of him.

Aaron is there, flipping the kid off for no reason. Mr. Mac is there, slapping both his massive veiny meat and his ruler against his fist. Mr. Ellis is there, sniffing a marker, smiling evilly at his student, and clearly getting a little high on the sniff. Even the kitchen staff is there! They put aside dishwashing to come out and give the boy his last lesson of the day. They all stand there with their big black, Latino and one ugly white cock, smiling, a big stinking mass of them. Of course, Mr. Sexton is there, inspecting his own cock to see if there is any cum or ass juice left on it. Simon is just beaming at the boy, flexing his muscles.

And then, it’s over for Joey. All at once the men leap on him, and just like the boys after school, they give Joey a good beating for the day. Kicks and punches, slaps with the ruler, hell, stuff was being shoved up in both Joey’s holes and they could have been markers, fingers, rulers or dicks, as the child continues to take a beating from 15 grown men. Poor little Joey. But if he wasn’t so dumb and annoying, these guys wouldn’t have to pick on him.

Eventually this transforms into the men just slapping Joey with cock. His whole body is being whipped down by hard cocks, and a few of them slip into his holes from time to time. Joey is only half awake at this point so he’s in no position to tell the men that usually he doesn’t get raped while getting beaten.

Aaron starts things off. He gets up on the boy’s face, gives the boy two middle fingers, and those uses those middle fingers to poke Joey in the eye. Oh great! Now Joey’s blind and in pain!

AARON: I… fucking hate you.

THE CUM STARTS FLOWING! Aaron does not disappoint in the cum department, and he deftly manages to both stroke out his load and deliver a few punches to the mouth for Joey. And this sets off a chain reaction. One by one the men of San Pedro Elementary school unload into Joey, up his nose, in his squinting eyes, deep in his bowels, and all over his face. Finally, as the last load comes out, the school bus pulls up.

The men are already ignoring Joey, heading back into the school. Aaron hops up on the bus and begins to call the boy forward like a dog. Slowly, Joey drags himself across the gravel, a little used and abused soldier, bruised but a lot more educated, and boards the bus.

THE END

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