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## KP Studios: Take 5

by Kent the Writer

"OK everybody. Take five."
Dennis would have heaved a sigh of relief at those words, but he
was afraid to move. Even the tiniest movement brought him
incredible pain. He felt the tears rolling down his cheeks cutting a
line through the mud of his face. Five minutes to rest-he had better
make the most of it.
Unfortunately, he couldn't really move. Slowly, carefully, the little
boy craned his neck to look behind him. He was lying on his
stomach, and he had just enough strength to turn his head so that
he could see his back and bottom.
"Oh god," he whispered, and he began to involuntarily tremble at
what he saw. He was dressed in a soccer uniform-for what reason,
he had no idea. Dennis had never played soccer, but apparently
the Audience Requests had asked him to be cast as a soccer
player.
He would have loved to play soccer, but as a career porn star at
the tender age of 8, Dennis never really had the opportunity. He'd
be "employed" by KP Studios for three years. And when you were
working for KP Studios, you were on the clock pretty much 24/7. It
was exhausting work, but like all KP Stars, Dennis was obligated by
his contract. His was one of those awful "Recruitment Squad"
contracts. But those were matters that little Dennis couldn't really
wrap his brain around. Especially given his current situation.
His little soccer shorts were yanked down around his ankles, and
his muddy cleats and socks were still on. They had let him play a
little bit with a soccer ball, just to get him muddy and for the
opening shots. It was the most fun Dennis had had in a long, long
time, but unfortunately it only lasted for about two minutes before
they had enough footage.
Then the torture had began. Dennis had seen a lot in his three
years at KP, but this was by far the worst shoot so far, and it had
only just begun. Back when he was six and he was first nabbed by
the recruitment squad while sitting in kindergarten class, he had
thought things were bad. He had spent hours on his knees
sucking dick, and proudly was one of the youngest Bukkake stars of
all time. But then he had grown up a little bit, and during the yearly
Resorting he had been placed in the Anal Stretching department of
KP Studios. It was a relatively new department, so he didn't know
much about it. Now that he was in it, though, he couldn't imagine
anything worse.
This particular movie was called 'Dennis' DP Soccer Practice.' The
DP, he had been told, stood for Double Penetration. No one had
taken very much time to explain exactly what that meant to Dennis,
but hew as used to that. The higher-ups at KP studios clearly felt
that the actors-especially the child actors-didn't really need too
many details. They just had to show up and say their lines as they
were fed to them.
He looked down at the "preparing tool" as it had been called. It was
a giant purple dildo-ENORMOUS. So thick and girthy, he had never
seen anything like it. Apparently its size was supposed to get him
ready for DP, whatever that was, and that thought alone made him
sick to his stomach.
The big purple thing was jammed really far in him, and it was so
thick it was able to stand up on his own, like a big, purple column.
Unfortunately, the vast majority of said column was buried
somewhere around his upper intestine at the moment.
Why didn't they pull it out of me? Dennis wondered. He was
obviously unable to reach back and grab it himself-couldn't they tell
that? He let his head fall back into the muddy soccer field and
looked up at his tormentors. From where he was laying, he could
only see them from the waist down. Sure enough, there was a big
hard cock right in front of his face. He hadn't gotten a chance to
see his tormentor before he'd been tackled while playing ball, but
now he could see that the man was big, black, muscular, and
REALLY well hung. Fuck if his cock wasn't almost as big as the dildo
that was currently causing Dennis so much discomfort.
Whoever that man was, he had spent the better part of an hour
working that dildo into the screaming little boy's cunt. He hadn't
said much while he was doing it, just pushed the dildo harder and
harder until it hit Dennis' anal wall. Now, during break, he could
hear the man talking. It sounded like his mouth was full.
"Damn, that shit was TIGHT with a capital T. Y'all don't pay me
enough to do work like that. Got me all sweaty."
Dennis watched a few red and blue sprinkles fell between the
man's feet. Donuts. Dennis loved donuts, and he was starving-he
hadn't eaten all morning because he was so nervous. He'd love a
donut now, though. It would make him feel better.
The minutes were ticking away. Wouldn't someone help him? He
needed to get up so badly, but he was essentially pinned to the
field by that purple dildo. Why was everyone ignoring him? He was
the star of the show, and when the cameras were rolling, he got
ALL the attention. Not to mention the bossy, mean direction from
the director, Curt Cunningham. God he hated Curt.
Dennis turned his head to the other side and saw another pair of
feet-and another giant black cock. This one was just as big as the
other one, and just has hard. It even looked a little thicker, and it
was uncut. God, just looking at it scared Lyle.
He knew the first guy had acted alone when he was stuffing him
with the dildo, so who was this guy? Was Dennis going to have to
get "spitroasted" again? He had learned that early on, when he
played an extra in "Billy's Sleepaway Camp."
"OK! Time's up!"
Dennis started to sob. He had layed there for five minutes, and
now time was up. He wanted a break, but no one would help him.
And now he had to go back to filming for at least another three
hours before the next break. He was still weeping when the
second pair of big black feet approached him.
SCHLOOOOOOOP
Dennis let out a blood-curtteling scream. WHAT THE HELL? The
man had just ripped that dildo out of him with NO warning. He
could feel his asshole trying to adjust, but it was a useless effort,
he knew. He'd have to visit the doctor after this session for some
Restoring Cream.
"Please..." he gasped, "Can I have a donut?"
There was a moment of silence, and then the sound of adult male
voices laughing. Curt Cunningham said through the megaphone,
"Andre, get the boy a donut."
"Donut?" the new actor replied, laughing. "The boy's already got a
donut hole. Look at his gaping ass!"
Once again Dennis turned to look back at his hole. "Gaping" was
one way to put it. Other words popped into Dennis' mind, such as
ruined, ripped, shredded, torn, and destroyed. It wasn't an asshole
anymore, it was just a gaping black hole at the base of his back. His
ass cheeks looked smaller, because so much space was taken up
by the giant gaping hole.
He saw the man-Andre-bed down, and there was a donut in his
hand! Finally, he was going to get something to snack on! But then,
much to his surprise, Andre moved his hand so that the donut was
resting on Dennis' worn-out asshole. The hole of the donut sat
perfectly over the boy's gaping wound.
"He wants a donut, I'll give him a donut."
SCHLOOOP
Another scream from the little star. This man didn't know how to
give a child warning! He sank his big black dick into Dennis in one
fell swoop. The kid had the unique sensation of pink frosting and
white cake being pushed into his guts by baseball bat black cock
shoving into him.
Now how many of you out there can say you've felt that?
"Ok, great, Andre. Now, De'vonne, go join your buddy there. It's
time to teach this Soccer Slut what DP means."
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