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## Round 1, Boy 3 - Daryl

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![ABR-03-Daryl-001](https://i.ibb.co/3kY1BsG/ABR-03-Daryl-001.webp)



   The Amazing Boy Race- Episode 1, Part 3



   Hank popped a beer and turned on the TV.  His favorite show was about to
start, and he wasn't going to miss a second of the broadcast.  The big,
beefy dad slipped off his white briefs and let his fat cock fly free.  Just
thinking of last week, when the little Californian slut got cum in ever
orifice imagined, already had Hank's 10 incher rock hard and throbbing.  He
shoved two of his meaty fingers between his teeth and whistled, then
listened to the pitter-patter of his six-year-old son's feet as the boy
came down the stairs from his room.

   The tiny, shy blonde boy looked at his dad nervously from the bottom of
the stairs.  He was wearing a t-shirt that featured last year's Amazing Boy
Race winner on the front.  The picture showed the 10-year-old victor tied
up between two trees, his most famous pose.  The dad motions to the boy
with one finger, and the shy, frightened boy steps forward.

   Hank reminds his son that it's time for the amazing boy race, then pats
his thighs, telling the son to get up on his lap.  The boy hesitates, and
starts to make his way back to the stairs, but Hank is too quick for him.
He grabs the boy by the shoulders and lifts the kid up, in one swift motion
the boys cartoon undies are around his ankles and the child is being lifted
up over the man's throbbing, enormous monster of a dick.

   Like so many other boys across the nation, the kid slides slowly onto
his father's raw cock, yelping as he settles down into the place where he
will sit for the next two hours, impaled on his daddy's meat as he watches
the next chapter of the amazing boy race unfold.

   The kid feels his dad's heavy, hairy balls against his smooth, milky
thighs just as Dylan, the host of the show, pops onto the screen with a big
smile.

   Dylan is wearing quite the outfit this week.  The brunette stud stands
in just a speedo and nothing more.  The speedo is camouflaged, an homage to
Tommy who took on the sperm of so many soldiers last week.  Dylan's massive
bulging young cock slips out the left thigh and down his leg, and he's
already drooling from the tip.  Precum has wet his thick, muscular thigh,
and he takes a gob of it, sticks it on his tongue, smiles and welcomes the
audience.

   DYLAN: Hello and welcome back to the Amazing Boy Race: Season 9!  I'm
your hunky host, Dylan.  I know you all enjoyed what we put Tommy, our
military boy through last week.  Well, now we've got two boys down and
plenty more to go, so let's waste no time and bring out our third place
contestant and his mentor!
The audience cheers as the door opens and in walks the mentor for Daryl,
the 9-year-old southern black boy.  However, the audience gasps when they
see that the little kid himself is not with the mentor.

   DYLAN: Well this is a surprise!  Pardon me for asking, but, shouldn't
Daryl be with you??
The mentor, a hulking, nearly 7 foot tall black man with intense ripples
of muscle hangs his head in shame.  Though his shaved head may be hanging,
the man's horse cock, which must be at least 11 inches if not more, is at
full mast.  The man's giant cock and huge black balls, which are ringed
with a silver cock ring to match Daryl's silver collar, drip precum heavily.

DYLAN: Is your boy lost?  Has he been eliminated this round?
MENTOR: No, not yet.  Though I am sorry to admit, I did lose the boy, in
a way.
DYLAN: But, if you lost our little black boy, then he must have been
eliminated, no?  Those are the rules.  A boy who is overtaken by horny men
must stay and serve them, and be eliminated from the game.  Did he not
complete his task?
MENTOR: No, he completed the very difficult task I set for him.  It's
just that afterward...he was lost...but only temporarily.
DYLAN: I'm afraid I don't understand.
Both Dylan and the Mentor now have a smirk on their face.  It's obvious
they are both turned on by the fact that somewhere out there in the world,
little Daryl is without his mentor, all alone, with only a silver dog
collar and his hot young body to protect him from all of the massive adult
cocks that want to use him.  Both of the men's dicks drip precum profusely 
as they discuss this latest development.
MENTOR: Well, maybe it would be easiest to start from the beginning.
Dylan nods in agreement as the white host and big black thug of a mentor
begin to tug their massive meats.

MENTOR: See, I figured a black boy ought to be stronger than the little
white pussies on this show, so I designed my boy an extra difficult
challenge.  But that didn't mean I didn't want to educate the slut.  In
fact, I made his first challenge a history lesson...I wanted to get Daryl
in touch with his roots.  So I found a tribe in Africa that was in great
need.  You see, this tribe lives in a war-torn region of the Congo, where
rebels have been kidnapping women.  This one particular tribe had all of
its women stolen 6 months ago...and as you can image...the men were very
desperate...
The camera cuts out and we travel back to see Daryl's arrival in Africa.
The little black boy's collar is glittering in the hot son of the desert
region of Africa.  He stands on the edge of a circle of small huts, his
angry and mean mentor behind him.

   The mentor calls out in a tribal language, and suddenly the sound of 60
or so voices call out, picking up a tribal chant as the circle of huts
begins to vibrate.  The mentor removes little Dylan's silver blindfold just
in time for the boy to see the first of the tribal warriors appear from the
huts.

   They pour out from the houses, dark, black African men of all ages. 
There is not a woman in sight, but the men keep coming and coming, like a
big black wave, heading toward Daryl.  The little American black child
takes off in a run, but it's no use.  The tribal warriors are much too fast
for him, and they soon descend upon him, dragging the yelling boy into the
circle of huts.

![ABR-03-Daryl-002](https://i.ibb.co/02135W6/ABR-03-Daryl-002.webp) 

   A circular clearing has been made in the center of the huts.  In the
very center of this circle is a stump with primitive leather ropes
attached. Daryl was dragged forward by the swarm of men, who effortlessly
bent him over the stump and began to tie him in place.  His hands are tied
to a tree in front of him, and his legs are spread apart as wide as they
can go, then spread even wider by a particularly aggressive teen tribe
warrior, then tied into place.  He is tied so tightly he cannot move, and
he begins to call out to his mentor for help in his sweet southern voice.


DARYL: Please, help!  They tied me too tight, I can't move!
The mentor laughs and slaps the black boy's taught ass, which is spread
so wide that his miniature hairless hole is on display, tight as can be.

   MENTOR: Well, that's the point boy.  You are very lucky today.  You are
going to be witness...and the main participant...in an ancient ritual.  You
see, these tribesmen have certain beliefs that you and I know are silly,
but are very important to them.  And typically they perform these rituals
on a woman in the tribe...but since there are no ladies present, I have
offered you up to them them.  Doesn't that sound like fun!
Daryl hangs his trembling head, wondering what will happen to him.  He
has been preparing with his mentor for weeks, learning about what will be
expected of him, but he was never introduced to a real adult-sized dick
until now.  In front of him, as his mentor tightens the ropes, he watches
the tribesmen fall into formation.  They form a circle around Daryl, in
three layers.

   In the front row are the youngest boys, between ages of six and twelve.
These primitive little monkeys are completely naked, and sit watching in
eagerness as their American peer squirms in his bondage.

   Behind them are the teenaged boys.  These young, thin, muscular teens
are a sight for sore eyes.  As huntsmen, they are all slender and fit, each
with a skinny six pack and defined pecs.  These boys wear metal bracelets
of silver and gold up their thin forearms, and most are painted with white
paint. They wear a thin strip of cloth around their waist made of various
animals- leopards, lion skin, rough crocodile leather.  Their long, dark
teen cocks, all uncut, stand at various levels of hardness.

   Behind those boys stand the men of the tribe.  Each one seems bigger and
beefier than the man on either side of him.  The tribe must have some gene
that makes them huge in every way -" all of the men are at least 6 feet
tall and built like tigers.  Apparently as boys go through puberty in this
tribe they go from slim and tight to hulking and bulky.  The men, who are
all as dark as night, have rippling muscles that glisten in the hot African
sun.

   The men have varying lengths of hair, some are completely bald, some
have thick dreads that hang down to their round, muscled asses.  The men
wear a bit more clothing -" they all have loincloths made of various animal
hides.  However, most of these loincloths are pulled back, because each of
the big massive muscled men is sporting an INSANELY large hard on, each one
thick and mean and throbbing.  Their cocks are so big and hard that they
lift the loin clothes all the way out and stick straight forward like
arrows.

![ABR-03-Daryl-003](https://i.ibb.co/MVzkQv3/ABR-03-Daryl-003.webp)

   MENTOR: You see Daryl, these men have been deprived of women for so
long, they are VERY much in need.  And they are so happy you are here so
they can fulfill this very important yearly ritual.
DARYL: What are they gonna do to me?
MENTOR: Well, you see, to this tribe, cum is very sacred.  And today
they'll be celebrating their cum ritual.
DARYL: Wh-what is cum?
The mentor laughs at this silly question, knowing that soon the boy will
know more about cum than most porn stars.

MENTOR: Just watch and learn.
The youngest boy in the crowd, a small boy who couldn't have been more
than 5, looking so tiny in comparison to the huge men around him, stepped
forward.  He was holding a gourd that had been cut in half so that it
resembled a deep bowl.  He walked around behind the squirming Daryl and 
placed the bowl between the contestant's legs.

   The men began chanting, quiet and rhythmic at first.  Soon the chant
grew in intensity until one teenaged boy, a tall and very thin young man of
about 17, stepped forward.  He had his nigger dick in his fist, and he was
jerking it with a primitive grin on his ape face.  He stepped forward and
took his place over the bowl.  Daryl could only listen to the boy grunt as
he shot a load of teenage African sperm into the gourd.

   That was all it took.  Soon the men were coming one after another.  Big
tall black men whose muscles glistened as they squirted their cum into the
gourd in thick, heavy globs.  Young men in their twenties, dark as night
and halfway between slim and toned and big and bulky, strutting as if they
were the cock of the walk, to shoot their long, sticky, heavy ropes of jizz
into the filling gourd.  Young teen boys who were still so horny they
couldn't stop themselves from rushing to the gourd, pushing each other out
of the way so that their precious young sperm wouldn't be lost.  And all of
the young, proud boys, 12 and 13 year olds who were still new to producing
cum.  These boys came forward shyly, jerking their dicks that were the size
of normal grown adult cocks (and still growing) and knelt on the ground,
adding their jizz like icing to a cake.

![ABR-03-Daryl-004](https://i.ibb.co/0yTGJSR/ABR-03-Daryl-004.webp) 

   Daryl's mentor simply laughed as he watched all of this happening,
especially when he would catch a glimpse of his contestant, the little
black slut, staring back wide eyed, wondering what in the world was going
on, struggling against his ropes.  The little whore is getting rope burn
from that primitive bondage.

   Finally all of the men have cum, and the chanting has gone quiet.  Their
masculine voices form a low hum that is completely formal to Daryl's
American ears.

   The mentor picks up the bowl between Daryl's legs, stirring the loads
together with his finger he approaches the boy.  With his raging cock only
inches from the boy's little lips, he explained what was happening and
about to happen to Daryl.

   MENTOR: Daryl, you are about to witness and be a part of the wildest
tribal ritual in the whole world.  It's perfect for you for two reasons. 
First, this will get you in touch with black men and their huge cocks. 
Because without their huge cocks, you wouldn't even exist, since you came
from the very land where you are currently tied up under the sun: Africa.
Secondly, this ritual is typically performed on the sluttiest virgin in
this tribe's entire village.  But since you are the only thing on the path
to total whorishness, and you are most definitely a virgin, you're going to
take a crash course on what a boy whore's life is like.

   The mentor pulled his finger out of the gourd, his finger covered in a
big gob of cum and rubs it under Daryl's nose.  The boy panics a little,
straining because he has never smelled jizz before.  Eventually he calms
down.



   MENTOR: You see, little nigger, this tribe has some interesting beliefs
about cum.  They believe it is purifying.  And they believe that you need
to be cleaned.  But they don't take baths like you do back at your little
country home.  No no...these men only believe that you can be cleaned by
having lots and lots of this delicious cum right here.
The mentor leans forward and pats Daryl's flat little panting stomach
from underneath.
DARYL: You mean I have to eat that nasty stuff!  No way!  I won't!
The mentor laughs and laughs, and then translates what Daryl said to the
crowd.  The tribesmen laugh as well.

![ABR-03-Daryl-005](https://i.ibb.co/rZStMkv/ABR-03-Daryl-005.webp) {.figure-img .img-fluid}

   MENTOR: No you idiot nigger whore.  Whores just don't drink cum.  Nope.
Today's ceremony is all about getting as much cum as possible as deep as
possible through your whorish little ass.
Daryl only knows the word ass from when his mom tells him she's gonna
whoop his ass.  But that's enough to terrify him.  His little boy screams
are drowned out by the sound of the crowd getting louder.

   Then, suddenly, they all stop.  Daryl's scream is cut short as he sees 5
men emerge from the circle.

   These five men are clearly chiefs.  They vary in age, stature and cock
size, but they all carry an air of total masculinity.  These men hold the
authority in the tribe, and they are extremely well respected.

   The one that catches everyone's attention, however, is the man who is
clearly the head chief.  This man is the tallest, biggest man in the tribe,
by far.  He stands a full four inches above everyone else, and his
shoulders are so wide that he looks as though he wouldn't be able to fit
through one of the village hut's front door.

   He is so packed with muscle that he looks almost like a gorilla in the
hot sun.  But his muscles are far from the most impressive part of his
body. From his waist thrusts one of the largest man cocks to ever appear on
The Amazing Boy Race.  As thick as a beer can, and even wider at the head,
the monster thrusts outs from his body like a black mamba snake hissing at
a little, terrified Daryl.

![ABR-03-Daryl-006](https://i.ibb.co/fXNRnTj/ABR-03-Daryl-006.webp) 

   Stroking his cock, the man stepped forward to speak, and the mentor
began to translate.

   TRIBE LEADER (In Tribal Language): Men of my tribe.  The gods have
dropped upon us a wonderful gift.  From the shores of America, the gods
have delivered us a virgin WHORE in need of a cleansing!"

   The tribe erupts into cheers as Daryl yells out.
DARYL: I'll get out of these ropes!  You'll see!

   The mentor walks forward and slaps Daryl hard across the face.

   MENTOR: Now Daryl!  I know you are upset that this is taking so long,
but don't worry, you'll get the cleansing.  You don't need to be a little
bitch!  Though I guess that's what you are, isn't it?  Now even though this
is a silly tradition, you have to show some respect to this man.  He's got
a 13-inch penis after all!

   Daryl quiets down and the Tribe leader continues speaking.

   MENTOR: In honor of this important moment, and as a way to pay respect
to the women we lost in the war, we are going to perform the "DEEPER AND
DEEPER" ritual for our American whore.
Our five tribe leaders will begin to insert our cum into the depths of
his stomach.  In order to get all five of our loads into him as deeply as
possible, we will go one at a time, from smallest to largest.  As we
deposit into him, the purifying cum will be pushed deeper and deeper. 

![ABR-03-Daryl-007](https://i.ibb.co/LRYDWD3/ABR-03-Daryl-007.webp)

Let's begin!

   Daryl's first tormentor stepped forward.  In his thick black fist he was
pounding an unbelievably thick cock.  Though he was the shortest at 8
inches, he made up for it with the sheer girth of his massive tool.  It was
clear that his thickness was what made him a leader among these men.  He
stepped behind Daryl, who was now trying so hard to get away that it looked
as though he might pass out.

   This was it.  It was the end for Daryl's virginity status.  It was
finally time to give this boy whore what he wanted, what he deserved, and
what he most feared.  A big, black, throbbing, evil, veiny, pre-cummy,
sweaty African nigger cock.

   The giant cock was intimidating enough, but Daryl wished he hadn't
turned around at that moment.  Because he saw, as he strained to look over
his shoulder, the massive man scoop up a handful of cum out of the bowl and
lather it onto his throbbing member.

   However, savvy viewers took not that he only put the tribe's cum mixture
on his cock.  The boy's ass remained dry.

   The tribal chief with the eight inch piece lined up his cock with the
hole.  The crowd let out a chant, which translated to "ONE!  TWO!  THREE!"

   The camera slows down in order to catch the first of many cherry
poppings on the Amazing Boy Race Season 9.  Every single centimeter of that
softball-sized cockhead covered in nigger scum popped into the miniscule,
tight as a rubber band, ever-so resistant boy pussy.

   Then the camera zoomed in on Daryl's face as he became the first boy of
the season to experience the unique sensation of a cock that is altogether
too large for his hole ripping into him.  The boy's face contorted in an
amazing array of quite comical expressions as he struggled to cope with the
gorilla cock ripping into him and stripping him of his southern country boy
innocence.

![ABR-03-Daryl-008](https://i.ibb.co/Wg4n52t/ABR-03-Daryl-008.webp)

   Then it was back to the cock, when the camera suddenly goes back to full
speed, and before the viewers know it, more than two thirds of that black
demon cock are shoved waaaaaay into his guts.  A ring of cum dripped around
the area where the ass lips and the cock met.  It appears that Daryl was SO
TIGHT that he stripped the cum lube off the cock as it rammed into him. 
Good thing he was going to get a deposit!

   But the man could go no further.  He pushed a few times, then said
something in his native tongue.  Daryl's Mentor laughed when heard it,
slapped the boys face, and translated.

   MENTOR (Translation): Daryl, it seems your boy hole isn't even big
enough for the first, smallest of the cocks you have to take today.  I
think you might be getting eliminated.

   Daryl, unable to speak, can only squirm and yelp as his little ass
hopelessly tries to adjust to the newfound, unspeakable pain of his first
cock.  But it seems as though the mentor knew what Daryl was trying to say.

   MENTOR: Ah don't worry little slut.  If you really want that cock that
badly, and if you really want to make it to the next round, we have
something we can do.
Daryl's hulking black mentor bent to the ground, giving Daryl a
beautiful up-close view of the first adult nut sack he ever saw and the
first time he smelled his mentor's musk.  When he stood back up, he held a
thick stick in his hand.

   The mentor walked around behind Daryl and dunked the twig into the gourd
filled with the scum of every man in the tribe.  He brought the dripping
twig back to the wiggling Daryl, who mind you was still squirming and
yelping, trying to cope with the girth of nigger dick in his virgin pussy.
He used his gorilla paw to pry open the boy's mouth, then shoved the twig
in.  The boy's eyes widened as he had his first taste of scum...and his
first drop belonged to SO MANY men!
MENTOR: Bite down, this is gonna hurt.
Before Daryl could even process this thought, the Mentor gave a nod to
the tribal leader who was behind him.  The Tribesman reached forward,
grabbed Daryl's shoulders and THRUST his big black hips forward.

   Across the world America's daddies at home gave a big, collective gasp
as they heard the tell-tale sound of a boy's hole literally being broken
in. Or I guess in Daryl's case, more like being BROKEN INTO.  His little
guts go "SNAP-CRACK-SLOSH."

   Viewers at home and the tribesmen cheered as Daryl spit out the now
licked-clean twig.  His eyes popped out of his head as he felt an adult's
nigger cock find...no...create a space in his ass that didn't exist before.
And this was only the first!

   Of course, that one thrust was enough to make the Tribal man explode. 
He yelled in his native tongue as he dumped a big hot white load out of his
dark black 8 inch throbbing cock.  What an honor, to be the first man to
give an Amazing Race Boy a load in his innocent little hole.

   Once the cum was in all the way, as deep as it would go, the man quickly
withdrew his weapon from Daryl's hole.  Daryl collapsed in a heap as the
camera zoomed in on his hole opening and closing, trying to figure out what
horrible thing just happened to it.

   Now the crowd started to chant, and the Mentor told Daryl what they were
chanting:
MENTOR: Aw, Daryl you should be proud.  They're chanting Deeper and
Deeper and Deeper!  They want you to keep going, to win the Boy Race!  So
we better get a move on!
The four remaining tribesmen then took their turns on Daryl's ass.  The
first came forward, his long, slender cock reaching 9 full inches, not as
girthy, but with lots of precummy foreskin.  It belonged to a tribe boy of
about 19, but still his air of confidence and his long dick gave him a very
prestigious role.

   Unlike his predecessor, after this boy lubed up his cock he didn't cram
it in all at once.  Instead he popped his head in, then marveled at the way
Daryl's screaming pink hole moved when he tugged at it from the inside with
his massive cock head.

   Then it's thrust time.  He didn't even give Daryl the chance to bite on
the twig.  Instead he just rammed forward, popping through the ass wall,
giving Daryl a 9 inch cavity for taking meat.  Daryl looked a little woozy,
like he was gonna pass out, but the jolts of teenaged sperm shooting into
his ass, mixing with all the other purifying jizz in his hole, woke him up
again.

![ABR-03-Daryl-009](https://i.ibb.co/JkbB08h/ABR-03-Daryl-009.webp)

   Next up, the10 inch Tribal Leader was older, in his late thirties, and
pretty bulky all over.  His thighs were enormous, it looked like he had
some serious power in his hips.  Which made boys across the nation shudder,
because between those massive thighs pointed a very veiny sausage that
could obviously really do some damage.

   And it did!  The man just couldn't get his cock in at first.  Luckily
the mentor was there to help.  Using his two fingers, the mentor pried open
Daryl's hole (Daryl made some funny noises!) and with a little teamwork the
10 inches began to slip into Daryl.

![ABR-03-Daryl-010](https://i.ibb.co/Kh3FQG5/ABR-03-Daryl-010.webp)

   Those hips weren't for show!  Few tribesmen would be able to pump a kid
like that.  The evil tribesman, so horny and insatiable, impaled Daryl with
20 or 30 lightening fast, long-dick thrusts before he gave him the next
deepest load.  Two more to go!

   The dirt below Daryl has darkened due to the cum, sweat and tears that
were continually dripping out of the boy.  But no sooner has the 10 inch
cock slipped from his hole, with a wet-sloshing noise, before the 19-yea-
old stud with an INCREDIBLE 11-inch monster that was pulsing so hard it
literally looked like it had a mind of its own, stepped forward.

   He didn't even stop walking- it's was as if his 11 incher was magnetized
to the boy's country-slut ass.  He just stepped forward, grabbing some goo
from the Gourd on the way, lubed his dick as it slipped into Daryl, running
it through his fist and inserting it directly into the kid.



   Speaking of which, at that point little Daryl was pretty out of it.  His
screams had died down, but the little child whore was still whimpering with
every inch.  His eyelids were half closed- must have been the ecstasy of
getting fucked HARD by MASSIVE tribal cock!

   When the 19-year-old spermed in Daryl, the camera zoomed in, because it
was quite a lovely sight.  His already girthy cock grew several inches when
it shot, ripping at Daryl's pink ass, stretching the boy to new limits in
terms of the size of his ass hole and the depth of his cock-receiving guts.

![ABR-03-Daryl-011](https://i.ibb.co/L0YBvdz/ABR-03-Daryl-011.webp)

   All fell silent.  It was time for the last cock.

   The tribal leader himself looked ANGRY.  His cock looked even angrier, a
full foot long stick of raw boy-ruining power.  He was imagining all of the
women he would have liked to fuck, and how mad he is that he couldn't save
them.  Now he was going to take out this anger on Daryl, and it was NOT
going to be pretty

   The man untied Daryl, to the kid's surprise.  However, Daryl was still
half unconscious, so he just fell limply into the gorilla's arms.  Two
younger boys of about Daryl's age fell on all fours behind the man, making
a throne for the tribal leader.

   The pure-muscle man sat on the boys' backs, then lifted Daryl up in the
air.  He held the limp contestant out to his tribe, as if he were
displaying a new born baby.

   While he showed off the slut, two other boys came forward and began to
lube up his cock with the cum mixture in the gourde.  Once it was fully
lubed, they backed away to watch as the man lifted up Daryl and set him
squarely on top of the foot-long cock.

   As the half passed out boy rested atop that massive cock, the mentor
came forward to explain the next portion of the ritual.  He slapped the boy
across the face, kind of waking the boy from his haze of sex.

   MENTOR: Wake up Daryl.  Listen to me.  You don't have to take all of
this massive cock beneath you if you don't want to.
Daryl, who was struggling to open his eyes after the countless hours of
deep dicking he'd been getting, looked slightly relieved to hear these
words.

DARYL: I...I don't?  Oh thank you!  I...can't take anymore...
MENTOR: Well, you have to take at least one inch.  But then after that,
it's up to you and your slutty self to decide how much more you will take.
And do you know how you'll decide?
Daryl just shakes his head, wearily.  He knows that this can't be so
easy.  In the meanwhile, his mentor has walked over to where the gourd sits
at the chief's feet, and lifts it up to the boy.

![ABR-03-Daryl-012](https://i.ibb.co/wpLfTj6/ABR-03-Daryl-012.webp)

   MENTOR: Daryl, if you can finish all of this delicious, purifying, hot
nigger sperm quickly, you won't take very much of it at all.  But if you
don't chug down this cum into your little belly quickly, you'll take lots
of dick.  Because the tribe leader is going to insert one inch every 30
seconds.  Are you ready?
DARYL: It's not fair!  My tummy is already so full of cum!
MENTOR: I know, you little whore.  Set?
DARYL: Please!  Isn't there anything else I can do?
MENTOR: GO!
DARYL: No!
Four men that had come forward, each holding a drum, banged hard on
their instrument, which caused the tribe leader to lean forward, grab the
boy's ankles, and yank him HARD.

   It didn't take long for the little black whore to wake all the way up.
Daryl came to screaming, as the thickest, longest cock he's ever seen began
to invade his carved out hole.

![ABR-03-Daryl-013](https://i.ibb.co/dWffmhC/ABR-03-Daryl-013.webp)

DARYL: Oh my god!  It's ripping me apart!  Help me!
MENTOR: Ok, Daryl, I'll help!
As the tribe leader held Daryl in place, exactly one inch onto his boy
destroyer, the mentor reached his hand into the cum mixture and pulled out
a big palm full of the stuff.  He then shoved it into Daryl's mouth,
rubbing it all over his lips and cheeks.  Daryl started to gag, but before
he could do much, the drums beat again.

   YANK

   Another inch, and Daryl began to consider that bowl of sperm in front of
him.  While still gagging on the jizz that was shoved into his little
mouth, the squirming, impaled child reached forward and dipped his pinky
into the bowl of cum.  Then the drums beat again.

   YANK

   Three inches.  Ouch.  Now Daryl was becoming frantic.  Sure, he had
taken 11 inches already, but not this thick and throbbing.  It was really
making him feel as though he would soon be ripped in half, and thus
eliminated.  The slut began to scoop cum into his mouth like a greedy fat
kid in a candy store.

![ABR-03-Daryl-014](https://i.ibb.co/rMDJXbN/ABR-03-Daryl-014.webp)

   YANK

   YANK

   YANK

   Halfway down, and halfway through the gourd.  Daryl looks like he's
going to puke, and he starts to spit up.  But his handy mentor is there to
help, and to make sure the boy doesn't miss a drop, he scoops up the
regurgitated cum from the black boy's pink lips and pushes it back down the
kid's throat.  Of course, the little slut swallows.

   YANK

   YANK

   Eight inches.  The kid was gasping for air, and the audience was also
gasping when they first see the tribe leader's cock bulging out Daryl's
stomach.  The kid was squirming all around, but it was no use.  There was
no escaping the gorilla tribe-leader's firm, tight grip and painful nigger
cock.  Daryl is now scooping the cum into his greedy mouth with both of his
little hands.  Is it possible he was beginning to enjoy the taste of it? 
Or did he just not want any more of that tribal cock inside his child guts?

   YANK

   YANK

   At 10 inches, Daryl began to dive head first into the gourd full of cum.
The disgusting cum whore pig began to just breath in cum in a desperate
attempt to stop the drums from beating and the foot long flesh weapon from
entering him.  But as soon as he comes up for air, for a little breather
from his kiddie cum slurping party of one, the drums beat again.

   YANK

   11 inches of man cock.  The boy's hole was now as stretched as it ever
had been.  There is still a pool of white tribal jizz, a mixture of the
"holy" sperm of all of the men in the tribe, at the bottom of the gourd. 
Daryl begins to panic, knowing that he will feel the POP of a new space
being ripped open inside him if he doesn't get that jizz in his belly, and
FAST.
DARYL: Please!  Please help me!  I don't want to take the last inch!
Again, Daryl's hulking gangster mentor, whose big black American cock
was drooling precum down to the ground, was happy to oblige.

   .He approached Daryl, who was still stupidly blabbering, begging to get
the cock out of his ass before he fully proved himself.

   The mentor ignored him, and instead pushes the kid's forehead back.  The
Tribesman took his cue and reached for the kid's face.  He yanked Daryl's
mouth open just as the mentor began to tip the contents of the gourd over
the edge.

   Daryl couldn't move his little head one inch as the splooge of adult
tribe nigger semen dripped out of the gourd and into his waiting little
whore mouth.  And would you believe it?  He drank it right down like a
little cum pig!  Though I guess he didn't have much of a choice, as the
mentor's other hand was around the boy's neck, massaging the globs of hot
white sperm into his mouth.

![ABR-03-Daryl-015.webp](https://i.ibb.co/pQBk4nh/ABR-03-Daryl-015.webp)

   And then it was gone!  The last of the cum from every man in that tribe
was dumped down the gullet of a boy who only yesterday was playing on his
swing in his backyard.  Then those men from the TV station showed up, and
before the kid knew it, he was in Africa, impaled on a cock that is bigger
than any porno you can imagine, roasting alive in the hot sun, with 4 loads
of cum in his carved out ass, and countless more dripping down the back of
his throat.  What a lucky child!

   The men of the tribe were so happy that the American nigger boy had
drank all of their purifying cum that they started to dance.  Daryl tried
to squirm off the cock, but of course he was too far down and too out of it
to ado anything about his situation.

![ABR-03-Daryl-016](https://i.ibb.co/kmZn3DV/ABR-03-Daryl-016.webp)

   Then, out of nowhere, the sound of gunfire and a truck engine sounded.
The men of the tribe scattered, retreating into their huts.  They were
clearly VERY afraid.  However, Daryl's' Mentor and the tribe leader stayed
put.  Which, of course, meant Daryl had to stay put too, since he had 11
inches of cock inside of his tummy.

   The truck pulled into view.  It was a green army truck with an open air
bed on the back.  In it rode about 15 men in torn camouflage clothing. 
Each was packing heat, and not just in their pants.  They all held massive
guns and big machetes, all were covered in muscles, and all looked a little
psychotic.

   These were the rebels that had taken all the women of the tribe, and
they were back for more.

   The rebels began to whoop and scream, firing their guns into the air. 
Bu they fell silent when the tribe leader stood, holding out his hand.

   Unfortunately for our little whore contestant, the act of standing up
caused the tribe leader's 13th evil inch into the kid.  Daryl screamed as
he felt a new part of his boy cavity open up to accept the burning cock
that was actively stealing his innocence and childhood.

   The tribe leader didn't notice, however, nor did the mentor.

   The rebel leader stepped forward from the front of the truck bed.  He
held a machine gun, and looked to be about seven feet tall.  He had a bald
head and a green bandana tied around his bulging bicep.  He spit on the
ground and scratched the massive bulge in his pants.

   He caught a glimpse of the little whimpering slut boy impaled on the
dick, and it made the rebel nigger snigger a bit.  He and the tribe leader
began to speak, and subtitles rolled across TV screens so that everyone BUT
Daryl could understand what was going on.

   Tribe Leader: Stop.  You have cum for the women, but we are only men
here.

   Daryl began thrashing around again, and the rebel guard got down and
slapped him across the face.

   Rebel Leader: Well, we may have taken all your women.  They were all
sluts.  And we want more...and by the looks of it...  you have a pretty big
slut right here.

   Tribe Leader: You want the boy?  But he's only 10!  He can't go off on
his own with some strange men.

   The Tribe Leader thrust his hips as he spoke, giving Daryl the ride of
his life.  Thrusting the boy in his direction like a boy-kebab as he
discussed the boys fate.

   Rebel Leader: We can always pick another boy from your tribe.

   Tribe Leader: No!  No!  Take this one.  Please don't touch our boys. 
This kid is a slut and he'll service your whole envoy.  He'll do anything,
up his hole, in his mouth.  Any fluid you give him, he'll take it.  Just
take him, please!

![ABR-03-Daryl-017](https://i.ibb.co/gtLzx66/ABR-03-Daryl-017.webp)

   This speech caused the men in the truck to step forward.

   MENTOR: Wait a minute!  You can't just give my kid away!  He's on a
show!
Daryl would have been alarmed by this, most likely, but the kid was so
deeply impaled and so exhausted that he couldn't lift his head to look up
at his would be kidnappers.

   Tribe Leader: It's too late.  Your American slut child his theirs now.

   MENTOR: Well at least give them a camera!  The boy completed his
challenge.
One of the camera men passed off his camera to a young rebel leader in
the truck.  Viewers were now treated to the rebel's perspective.

   The Rebel Leader bent down from where he stood above the tribal chief.
He reached down and grabbed the limp Daryl by the shoulders.  He began to
pull.

   Slowly the little boy slid off the pole that was lodged inside him.  As
he was pulled off the cock he let out a pitiful little puppy whimper, and
then a yelp-yelp-yelp as the rebel leader struggled to pull Daryl's little
hole off the massive cockhead that was still throbbing inside him.

   The limp child is placed in the truck, and before you know it, the men
are driving off.  Little Daryl is now in the hands of rebel leaders waving
their big, scary guns in the air.  Though this time the guns weren't made
of metal.

![](https://i.ibb.co/17zfP7g/ABR-03-Daryl-018.webp)

   The screen cuts back to the host, Dylan, and the mentor in the meeting
room.  Both men are staring at the screen wide eyed in disbelief.  But of
course, their shock did nothing to quell their massive boners.
DYLAN: Wow, where do I start?
MENTOR: It was a crazy day.
DYLAN: Poor Daryl!  It looks like the producers aren't going easy on him
this season.  But that always seems to be how it is here at the Amazing Boy
Race.  Some boys get it easy all the time, and others well...no such luck.
MENTOR: Yes.  I felt bad that Daryl drank all that sperm for nothing...I
mean, he still ended up taking all 13 inches.  But hey, cum is good for a
kid isn't it?
DYLAN: It certainly is.  Especially for those cocky boys like Daryl. 
Speaking of which...what does this mean for Daryl?
MENTOR: Well, I managed to pull some strings, and we were able to get a
hold of Daryl after that ordeal.  However, he went through...such a trial
with those Rebels that I decided to count it as his next challenge.  Thank
God they got it all on video!
DYLAN: Thank God!  Well that's good.  Lucky boy.  I guess, then there's
nothing left to say except, see you next week!  And of course, don't forget
to fill out the poll!  We need your answers to help our contestants in the
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