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## Chapter 3 

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Wesley

I'm in full panic mode. I've got to get out of these cummy clothes and into something more appropriate before my little guy manages to
toddle to the door and expose everything—his sluttiness, my lack of parenting abilities—to whoever has brought over our pizza.

I'm on my feet in a second, stripping off my work clothes. I know it seems like the exact opposite of what I should be doing, but these
clothes are absolutely drenched in TJ's jizz (even though my kid swallowed SO MUCH of it).

I search frantically around the room for something to wear, but we're in the goddamn kitchen. Then I spot it—by the fridge hangs
something that makes my heart ache. It's my wife's old apron, which she used to wear whenever she cooked me and Benji dinner. We've
left it hanging up as kind of a tribute since she died. It seems to make Benji a little less sad.

Not knowing what else to do, I throw the apron on. It's printed with red cherries all over, and very feminine and frilly, but there's nothing
else I can do. I just hope it hides my massive boner, or even better, makes the awful thing go down.

I run to the doorway, reaching the living room just in time to see my little guy reach up as high as he can to grab the doorknob.

Benji

As soon as I pull open the door, my heart skips a beat. I learned that from Daddy—one time when I fell off the monkey bars, he said he
his heart skipped a beat 'cause he was scared.

Well, I have to say, I'm scared too! The pizza guy is really big and mean looking! And gosh is he tall! He's gotta be nine or ten feet tall, at
least! Definitely way taller than Daddy, and even a little taller than TJ, I think!

He's not as big as TJ, though. Like he doesn't have as many muscles. He's a bit skinnier, and his skin is lighter, too. At least, looksit
lighter, but it's hard to tell 'cause he's really covered in tattoos. He's wearing a red shirt and jeans, but I can see his tattoos all over his
arms and even his neck and face!

He's got a shaved head and an earring in his lip, too. Daddy says piercings and tattoos are bad, but I don't know why. They look good on
this guy, even though they do make my heart skip beats.

I look up at him and into his eyes, which are so blue. I've never seen a dark guy like him with light, gray eyes before! I really like it. It
makes my tummy and bum feel a bit funny, but in a good way.

When I look at him he gives me a big smile, and I have to laugh a bit, because some of his front teeth are covered in silver! I've never
seen that before either! It looks good but also scary and also funny.

TJ

"Tino!" I say, smiling as I walk over to greet my friend. "So glad you could make it. You're just in time."

I mean it when I say that, too. Tino isn't the most stand-up guy. He really shouldn't be a pizza delivery guy—in fact he's been fired from
two other pizza parlors. He can't ever be on time normally, but since I texted him earlier letting him know what I had going on tonight, it
doesn't surprise me that he's right on time. Down to the second.

I walk over and grab him in a big hug, intentionally sandwiching the little redheaded cum slut between us. I want the little guy to get used
to being in such a position. You can never start too early.

"Come on in, buddy. Have a seat." I motion to my couch—isn't that funny? I just finally moved in yesterday, but after six weeks of hanging
out here all the time, I'm already starting to think of all the things in this house as mine. "Make yourself comfortable. We've got a fun night
ahead."

Tino nods as I grab the pizza from his hand. He's still grinning like a wolf, and he can't take his eyes off little Benji. I can't blame him,
though. The kid's a little cutie, and the fact that he just guzzled down the jizz of several unknown men proves he's a total slut. What sane
man wouldn't rush over immediately?

"Well hey there, buddy!" Tino says, dropping to one knee to greet little Benji, who's still standing there in his bib looking awestruck. He
gives Tino a shy smile.

"My name is Tino! What's your name?"

"B-benji," the boy stammers out. There's that shy smile again. His mouth looks so tiny when he does that.

"Nice to meet you! Is this your house?"

"Yep!" the kid says proudly. "Me and TJ live here!" No mention of daddy, I note.

"Awesome! Thanks for letting me come over!" Tino leans forward and ruffles Benji's red mop. My buddy is such a charmer. Most people
who didn't know his dark side would say he was great with kids. He could just make them relax and smile!

God, I'm already rock hard again. After shooting such a huge wad in Benji's face, I never thought I'd get hard again right away. But just
thinking about what I've got planned for the rest of the night has me throbbing in my shorts.

Tino sets down the pizza on the coffee table, then gets settled in on the couch, and I can tell he's in the same state as me. Without
saying anything, he peels off his t-shirt from the pizza joint (which features a big smiley face pizza). I can see the long, thick bulge in his
baggy jeans, which he starts rubbing slowly back and forth once his shirt is all the way off. I'm glad to see that. Tino's cock is a wonderful,
terrifying tool, and it's going to do some wonderful, horrible things to my little slut puppy.

Speaking of which, that little cum slut is absolutely MESMERIZED by Tino. He can't look away, and from my vantage point, I can see his
two creamy little white butt cheeks shaking as he stares at his new second-best friend.

See, that's another reason I picked Tino to come over tonight. It's a bit of a social experiment. Obviously, I know the little boy is a total
addict for nigger dick like mine. But I'm curious to see how he'll react to a Blatino dick. See, Tino's dad was from Colombia and his mom
was from Nigeria. So I wanna find out if Benji is a slave to ALL brown dick, or just the really dark meat. Judging by the way the kid is just
staring at Tino stroking his cock through his jeans, I'd say we're dealing with not just a nigger lover, but a full-on cock whore for anything
browner than his father's cock.

Tino fishes around in the pockets of his baggy jeans, and for a second I am worried he's going to bring out "the device" before I'm ready.
But instead he pulls out a big bag of weed—the good shit he gets from his brother—and a lighter.

"Mind if I spark up?"

Benji

Daddy says smoking is bad, too. He says a lot of things are bad. Sometimes I think he doesn't like anything since Mommy died. But I
really like watching my new friend smoke that stinky stuff. I don't think it's cigarettes—I've smelled those before when I'm walking around,
and this stuff smells way different. It smells kinda like plants or something, and sweet too. I like it! It reminds me a bit of those funny things
TJ likes me to sniff—the stuff that comes in a small brown bottle and makes my head all crazy!

Jeez, the smoke is filling up the room fast. It's so thick and white and kinda bluish too, and my new friend is puffing it out in big, slow
breaths from his mouth. Sometimes he sucks it up his nose and then spits it out his mouth, too. That's cool!

He keeps blowing it in my face, too, and I feel silly but I like it! It sure makes me cough a lot, though, which is kinda embarrassing. But
then my friend tells me he likes to see me cough. Isn't that silly? Why would a man want to see a little boy like me cough?

The smoke is making me wanna get closer to him, and I'm feeling pretty relaxed, so I hop up on the couch next to him. TJ comes over
and sits on the other side of me, and suddenly I'm squished between these two big guys! I feel like I'm with my best buddies in the whole
world, especially when Tino puts his heavy arm around my shoulders. I sit there smiling real big as they pass the smokey stick back and
forth in front of me.

I like this smoke stuff! It makes me wanna talk!

Wesley

I head into the room with two six-packs in my hand, but I stop dead in my tracks when I see the scene before me. My bibbed little baby
boy is sitting bare-assed on the couch, sandwiched between the two black men, looking up into the eyes of the strange Latino teenager
next to him, as he gets thick, acrid pot smoke blown into his face.

Pot smoke! I've never even smoked pot, and now my little kid is breathing in HUGE secondhand puffs of the stuff! What the hell does that
do to a kid? And good lord, he looks so small and white, like a porcelain doll, sandwiched between them.

TJ glances over at me and gives me a look that makes me feel sick. He obviously is upset, but not because my precious boy is getting a
crash course in smoking bud. He's upset because I have stopped bringing him the beers as I promised.

So what do I do? I keep moving forward, trying hard not to say anything to stop the man from blowing smoke into my kid's face.

Finally, after I set the beers down and retreat to a respectful distance, it becomes too much for me to keep watching. I find my voice. Sort
of.

"You can't!" I hear myself shout as they tag-team my son, blowing smoke at him. "He's—he's going to get high."

Everyone, including Benji, looks at me. They all have red, bloodshot eyes—though Benji's look worse because they're so brightly green.
That's where the similarities end, however. Otherwise, those two men could be aliens compared to my boy—so much bigger, so much
darker, so much smarter.

At once, both TJ and the newcomer—Tino—start laughing at me. Hard. And my heart breaks when I see my little boy join in their revelry.
These two potheaded, dark-skinned strangers and my little son are stoned out of their minds, and they're all laughing at me.

You would think I've hit rock bottom tonight, but apparently things haven't gotten as bad as they're going to. Because just as I begin to
panic about the smoke and my little boy's lungs, I notice the HUGE bag of fragrant, high-quality marijuana on the table. Tino picks it up
and eyes it, then looks at me and drops it onto the table with a heavy thud. My son looks at it briefly before turning back to the still-rising
mound in the newcomer's jeans.

Their laughter died with the sound of the weed hitting the table, and both men are giving me a steely-eyed look. My son looks at their
faces for a second and then, apparently mimicking his two new heroes, turns around and aims at me the most adorable and heartbreaking
glare of little-boy anger. What does he think the relationships are in this household?

It's killing me.

"Go stand in the doorway," TJ barks at me.

I immediately stumble backward until I'm standing with my back to the kitchen.

"Stay there. Watch everything. Don't touch yourself."

"Yeah, D-d-daddy," my son says, as sternly as a little boy like him can manage. "Don't t-t-t-touch yours-s-elf!"

"O-o-o-o-K," I say, stuttering worse than my son and barely speaking above a whisper. What else can I say?

"Yo, little guy," the teenager suddenly speaks up, and I'm immediately struck by his voice. It's not as gruff or scary as I thought it would
be. In fact, it's much sweeter, nicer—and it's clear he's spoken to little boys before. "What do you think of this smoky stuff? Do I look like a
dragon? Rawwr!" He flashes a huge grin of silver teeth at my son.

My son looks at him bewildered for a second, clearly having to force himself to focus on anything but the massive cock in the pants
beside him. Then he cracks a smile, and soon he's laughing hysterically.

"Yeah!" he cries between giggles. "You d-d-do look like a d-dragon! Wow! Neato!"

"Wanna see another trick?" Tino asks.

TJ

Fuck, this is why I invited Tino over here. Benji is going to make a lot of new friends in the next few weeks, but I wanted him to meet Tino
first, 'cause this guy is a fucking charmer.

I met Tino a when he was only 13. I was a coach at a basketball camp, and he was a fucking pro. We stayed in touch because even
though I was a lot older than him, we hit it off like brothers. He took up skateboarding more than basketball, but we would hang out in the
park together all the time. We used to go prowling the town together too, picking up chicks once he turned 18. That was a year ago.

I knew Tino was a freak in bed—I'd heard the screams coming from the hotel rooms we used to rent. But I made sure he would be into
Benji about two weeks ago, when I took out my phone and casually showed him a pic.

"Go back," he told me, until I scrolled back to the cute picture of Benji on his pathetic daddy's knee. Just one look at Tino's crotch, and I
knew he'd be game.

And now here he is, sitting on the couch with me, charming the fuck out of this little kid. Tino has to be the flirtiest, most seductive guy I've
ever met—he could basically melt the panties off hos at the club. And it looks like he can apply those skills directly to my little slut puppy
too, because right now, he's reaching down to grab the little guy under his armpits and pull him into his lap.

I smile at my buddy, winking, enjoying the sounds of Benji's laughter. It's like tinkling little bells, and my cock is throbbing thinking about
the other sounds we're planning on making tonight.

See, Tino has a very special fetish, something he LOVES to do. Don't get me wrong—I like it too—but Tino has taken it to a new level. He
confessed it to me one night, and since then I've seen him in action. It's an obsession, and it's something I knew I wanted for Benji the
day I met him.

Tino is OBSESSED with face fucking. And I'm not just talking gentle thrusting in and out of a mouth. Tino likes raw, deep, cockhead-in-
the-esophagus, gooey, puke-inducing, oral rape. I've seen girls leaving his hotel room, faces swollen, crying as they pull on their heels.
He humiliates them and gets his rocks off—and in the process he turns whatever gets in his dick's way into a wasteland of oral slop.

And when I told him I'd taken over Benji, he immediately told me he'd do ten times worse to the kid if I gave him a shot. How could I say
no?

Benji
"Yeah! I wanna learn another t-t-trick!" I say, smiling as big as I can at my new friend. I'm having a hard time remembering stuff! And I'm
smiling so big I feel like my mouth might fall out of my face!

That idea makes me laugh, and so does when Tino leans forward and grabs me under my armpits, then lifts me up. It tickles! And wow,
he's so strong! He can hold all of me in his hands just like I'm a little doll, even though Daddy says I'm a big boy and growing every day!
Tino's like Superman! Or even better, he's like my hero TJ!

"Come here, kiddo," he says as he puts me on his lap. Wow, I love it up here! It's so cool to be so close to him, and I dunno why, but I like
the feeling of that silly snake in his pants on my bum. I move myself a bit so that that big snake is running up between my butt cheeks. I'm
just feeling so silly, and it feels good to do it! It feels kinda like it's where I'm supposed to sit, since it's right there!

Tino smiles and me, and I stop laughing when I stare at his teeth. Why are they all made of metal? It's so cool, but also kinda scary. Like
his tattoos.

"Here, buddy. I'll show you the trick. This is called a smoke kiss, and it's only for special little boys who are—"

"A slut?" I say. I know this one. I'm definitely a slut—though I'm not exactly sure what that means. TJ told me I am one, though, because I
drank up all that white stuff like a good boy and I made him feel so good. And if TJ says it, it must be true!

I'm not sure why Tino and TJ are laughing so hard. I look over my shoulder to my daddy to see if he knows why, and he looks like he's
kinda sick! His skin is so white it looks like paper. I laugh at him and turn back to Tino to look into his cool gray-blue eyes.

"Lean your head back and open your mouth," Tino says before he puts the funny-smelling cigarette into his mouth and sucks on it hard.

He doesn't have to ask me twice! I lean my head back like he said and open my mouth as wide as I can. Sometimes when I'm playing by
myself I pretend I'm a snake and open my mouth real wide to imagine I'm eating a mouse or something. When I do that, it feels like I can
open my mouth even wider than the python I saw on TV once! But this time, Tino proves that I can't open my mouth very wide at all.
Because even with my lips stretching as wide as I can (so wide it kinda hurts!), Tino leans forward and puts his WHOLE MOUTH over
mine!

For a second it feels weird, because his mouth is all wet and slimy and it tastes like smoke. But then I can't think about that any more,
because all of a sudden Tino lets out a big breath like the Big Bad Wolf and my whole mouth, then my little chest, is filled with smoke!

I start coughing like crazy—harder than I've ever coughed in my life! My throat and lungs feel like they're on fire! Every cough I take sends
a big puff of smoke out of my mouth. It's so dark and bluish—I can feel it in my mouth, like it's not just smoke but something solid and wet.

Then my eyes start to feel funny, and my whole face. I'm still coughing, but I'm laughing, too, because I've never felt so funny! This is like
ten times as crazy as I was when I first smelled that smoke. No, like infinity times! I don't even feel like I'm Benji anymore! I don't know
who I am—some silly little person who can't stop coughing.

The feeling kinda reminds me again of that special brown bottle TJ started giving me last night. But it doesn't make me as itchy on my boy
parts or in my bum, so it's probably not the same stuff. Whatever it is, it hurts—but I like it!

Wesley

Jesus Christ. Jesus fucking Christ. I need to call the police. I need to do something. I don't care if I go to jail too—I need to stop this from
happening. He's breathing pot smoke into my son's lungs! My kid isn't even able to count past twenty, and he's already inhaling a HUGE
amount of what I can tell must be VERY strong pot.

So why can't I move? Why can't I do anything but stand here in the doorway, in this stupid apron, watching my son on this stranger's lap?

Before Benji can stop coughing, Tino gives him two more "smoke kisses." After each one, he and TJ just laugh and laugh while watching
my son get baked out of his mind.

Finally after the third kiss, TJ speaks up. "Let me try!" he says, smiling his big, white, movie-star smile. He lifts up his hips to slip off the
dark shorts and gym t-shirt he's been wearing.

"You—you try!" Benji agrees through his hacks and coughs. In no time, TJ picks up my son like he weighs nothing, and plops him in his
lap.

Even though Tino is a stranger, and even though he scares the shit out of me with his wicked grin and his body-covering tattoos, seeing
Benji in TJ's lap is much worse. Because TJ is completely naked, and fucking rock hard.

I can't help but stare as my little white boy takes a seat on the big, dark man's naked lap. There is no situating necessary with this
maneuver—both TJ and my son get into the exact position TJ wants with no discussion or even fidgeting.

And that position makes my stomach fall out my ass. Because TJ's long, thick, throbbing piece of rock-hard meat curves perfectly—and I
mean PERFECTLY—along my son's bony spine.

But worse than that is the way my son and TJ are looking at each other. They are definitely making goo-goo eyes, like they're Romeo and
Juliet. Except in this case, instead of two star-crossed lovers, it's my offspring and some giant black bully from my past who is taking over
every fucking aspect of my life while I watch helplessly from the sidelines.

But WHY do I feel so helpless? There are no walls or barriers—the only thing separating me from this scene is about ten feet of carpet
and a coffee table. The coffee table my wife bought as our ninth anniversary present right before she died.

Eventually the romantic staring stops, and Benji, without being asked, leans his head back and opens his mouth. Following Tino's lead, TJ
takes hold of my sons head with his two hands (like my kid's noggin is a basketball), then wraps his mouth around my son's and breathes
an enormous lungful of smoke into my child.

Benji starts his coughing routine again, and TJ quickly grabs him in his huge arms and pulls him hard against his dark chest. He holds my
little guy there as the boy convulses and hacks up a lung.

But I notice something that terrifies me—TJ has now locked eyes with me. I'm not getting the sweet, romantic stare he gave my son. No,
when TJ looks at me, it means one thing and one thing only—pay attention to me, or else.

So I pay attention as TJ walks his fingers up my son's spine. He starts at the very top of his cock, which comes to rest just under one of
my son's very visible vertebrae. He inches his fingers up slowly, moving his mouth so he's silently counting out to me the bumps along my
son's spine. He stops when he gets to the very top vertebra at the base of my son's neck. Then he holds out his fingers so there is no
doubt that I know how many vertebrae are above his cock.

Four. The human spine has 33 vertebrae all together. On my son, all but four of those essential bones are now obscured by the thickest,
darkest cock I've ever seen. I know why TJ is showing me this, and though I don't want to admit it, I can't stop thinking it. He's showing
me exactly how far up in my kid his cock would—no—WILL go. He wants me to know exactly how far into my son's guts his cock will go,
how much damage it will do to my boy's innards. And my kid has no idea that anal sex is even a possibility. But it will happen.

TJ's eyes tell me that it's only a matter of time.

Benji

Holy moly, I don't feel so good! My chest and throat feel like they're on fire, and my eyes feel like they're about to pop out of my head!
What is this stuff? It makes me feel so, soÉsilly! And horny!

I don't like the feeling in my body, but I definitely like the feeling in my brain! It makes me feel all goofy and kinda dumb, but that's OK
because TJ is here to protect me if I do something stupid. I love him so much, I can't help but lean forward and bury my face in his big
chest. I love the way he smells when he's all sweaty like this!

He lets me rest there for a minute, but then I feel his big hand on my head pull me back and turn it, so that I look over to where Tino is.
He's not sitting anymore, but he's standing up now. And holy cow, I can see his thingy through his jeans and it's even bigger than before!

I start laughing, because Tino is being so silly! He's swinging his hips back and forth, making that big snake in his pants swing like a
heavy hammer.

"Hey Benji!" Tino says. His voice sounds all excited. "There's a snake trapped in my pants! Can you help me get him out? Help!"

Oh no! I better help my new friend! Still laughing, I climb off my favorite man (TJ) and run over to Tino. I stumble a bit—all that smoke
makes me dizzy! But I reach him and immediately start grabbing at his snake. It's so hard! I mean, the snake is so hard, but it's also hard
to catch him. Every time I do, Tino swings his hips and he gets outta my grip!

"I think those jeans are making it hard to catch him, little guy," Tino says, smiling with his silver teeth. "You better get them off me before
the snake bites me!"

"Don't worry! I know how to do that!" I announce proudly. I'm really happy I can say that, because before I met TJ, I couldn't even get my
own zipper down on my own! But TJ has taught me so many things, including how to quickly take off a man's pants. My daddy never
taught me that!

I reach up and undo the button of Tino's big, baggy jeans, then yank down the zipper. They're so big on him they fall right to the ground,
but oh no! He's got some loose undies on that are keeping that snake all trapped. They're really cool undies—they've got these neat
green leaves all over them that sorta remind me of the stuff we were breathing in.

"You better get it outta there, buddy! It's getting angry!"

I let out a kinda embarrassing high-pitched squeal, but I can't help it. This is such a fun game! I reach forward and struggle a bit, then
finally get ahold of his boxers and yank them down.

And then, I swear on my mommy's grave, time sorta slows down! Like on this one nature show I like, where there's a cheetah running and
then the camera slows down and you can see how his legs move and stuff. That's like how it is with Tino! He's still swinging his hips, and
his big wiener is swinging back and forth like it's made of wood! I wouldn't even know it was hard, because it's hanging straight down and
so low, but it's so long and thick I know it's gotta be hard! It must just be so heavy that it hangs like that! Neat!!!!!

I'm feeling a bit dizzy trying to watch that big thing swing back and forth, but I can't take my eyes off it! I can't believe how different it is!
Does everyone on earth have a different kinda wiener? I've only seen four in my whole life, including this one, but they're all so different.
Kinda like a rainbow.

First there's mine, which TJ says is just a "boy cock" and not a real cock. I just love that word! He's gotta be right about that, because
even when I get hard when TJ gives me that butt feeling, it's still only like a little finger. TJ says that's just fine and perfect for me, so I
don't mind.

Then there's my daddy's cock. I don't really like his at all. It's bigger than mine, but it's still really tiny and thin and waaaaay too light
colored. It doesn't even get hard right. I'm not sure what that means, but like, when TJ gets hard, I love it. But when Daddy gets hard, I'm
kinda grossed out.

Then there's TJ's dick, which I'm totally in love with! It's definitely the best cock in the whole world! I haven't seen all the cocks in the world
yet, but I know that his is definitely the best. I love its color because it's SO dark just like a cock should be, and it's just really, really big!
Like the size of my whole arm plus a little bit!

But Tino's cock is completely different! It's not as dark as TJ's, which makes me feel a little sad, but that's OK, because his skin isn't as
dark as TJ's. Plus his cock skin is way darker than the rest of his body—almost purplish, too, which is really neat and I like that a lot!

It's not as thick as TJ's cock, but I'm pretty sure it's longer! It hangs almost down to his knees!! It's hard to tell if it's really longer than TJ's,
though, because when TJ gets hard his wiener goes way up right in the air, but Tino's goes way down. It's so cool how they're all
different!

But there are two big differences about his penis that really surprise me! First off, the skin! I don't know what's going on, but Tino's penis
has like a huge tube of skin over it! It's so funny I can't stop laughing! The skin is all over the place. When he swings his cock to the left,
it's like the skin is a little bit behind it and swings after it. And the same when he swings to the right! There's so much of it, it comes way
over the tip, but when he swings it it pulls back a bit and I can see that sneaky cock hiding underneath!

The other thing I like about his wiener is the lines on it, which I think TJ said were called veins! TJ has veins too, but he's only got these
two big ones that run all the way up the sides of his cock. Tino has 'em all over! He's got all different kinds, too! There are the big, thick,
throbby ones that go all over the place like a road map. Then there are the thin little purple ones on his skin that look SO cool! I wonder if I
can see those big fat veins when he pulls back that silly skin sleeve. I hope so!

There's one other thing about his cock that I notice—and that's that it's REALLY wet! TJ taught me about precum last night, which is really
special stuff that I can help him make! It's usually pretty clear and slimy and gooey, and it tastes awesome too. TJ makes a LOT of it, but
compared to Tino, he hardly makes any!

The tip of Tino's cock is just COATED in the stuff! It's all over the place, and his skin is making it go all frothy and white, like on this rabid
dog I saw once in a Bugs Bunny cartoon. When his big dick swings, the mouth of it—like the opening of the skin—opens up and that
frothy stuff stretches across it in big thick strands. It's kinda gross, but mostly I just want to get closer to it!

And I totally get my wish, because right as I think that, a big glob of that slimy stuff comes flying at me. I have a chance to look at it real
quick before it hits me. The part flying at me is a big thick bunch of the frothy stuff, almost like a big loogie! And behind it is three
looooooong trails of more clear, sloppy stuff!

I wish I could have more time to look at it, but it lands right in my open eye, and it burns!

Wesley

I let out an audible shriek as the stranger's thick, sticky precum lands right in my kid's face. I can tell it's in his eyes—he's squinting up,
and the one eye that didn't get slobbered on has started to well up and turn red.

There's a tense moment where Benji looks like he's on the verge of crying, TJ and Tino look like they're on the verge of screaming, and
I'm on the verge of running forward, taking my son in my arms, and booking it out of this nightmare that used to be my home. But of
course none of that happens, because Benji surprises us all.

Instead of crying, he reaches up with his tiny hand and wipes the cock snot right out of his eye. Then, with two wide pink-and-green eyes
with MASSIVELY dilated pupils, he fixes his gaze on the cock in front of him and lets out a huge, astonished, "WOOOOOOOOW!!!"

My child lunges forward, and as if he were grabbing something as innocuous as a baseball bat, wraps his minuscule fists around the veiny
monster still swinging like a pendulum in front of his face.

"Oh holy moly!" Benji cries. He's naturally just squeezing the cock up and down, moving the foreskin back and forth. How does he know to
do that?

"This is—this is soooo coool! What's all this stuff? How come ya have so much more skin on it? Like did you put this on this morning, or is
it always on? Does everyone have skin like this? How come I can't see TJ's skin? Is it 'cause you're not as dark as TJ? Why don't I have
any skin on my little boy cock? I really like the way it stretches! It's so warm too!"

My son is absolutely babbling. I've seen him like this before. After I took him to seeDespicable Me 2, he was so excited he had to recount
the entire plot to me and his mommy. He did the same kind of thing whenever we brought him to a new arcade or something. But like any
little kid, he'd get so excited about these things that his brain would move faster than his limited vocabulary.

That is what's happening now, only my son isn't excited about a new toy or movie or arcade game. No, my kid is talking about the
superfluous amount of foreskin the Blatino stranger in our living room is wielding. That's what has gotten him so excited that his mouth
can't even express his thoughts: dirty, slimy, sweaty foreskin.

"Hey, buddy, careful there! It's still a snake!" Tino cries out, laughing as he begins to buck his hips back and forth again. His heavy cock is
pulsing hard, and I can see his balls churning in his dark brown sack. I've seen that before—it always happens when a guy is just on the
verge of cumming. Shit.

"It is??" Benji says, shrieking now. "What do I do? What do I do, Tino?"

"You gotta grab it, quick, hold it still, and bite it before it can bite you!" TJ says.

"Bite it?" My son and Tino say together, and then they burst out laughing. It really hits me here that TJ and Tino are really close buddies.
They laugh together, play together, and prank each other. I don't think I've ever had a guy friend like that.

I can only reflect on this for a second, because I'm caught by the site of my son tightening his grip on the big cock that fascinates him so,
and shaking it. Jesus, don't do that, I think, trying to send the message to my son mentally, because I have lost my ability to speak.
Of course, Benji doesn't stop, and it's a surprise to everyone (except, I presume, Tino), when he starts to cum right then and there.

The volume and velocity of the jizz is like a horse pissing. I didn't think this kid could surpass the amount of precum he oozed, but his cum
load was even more incredible. I mean horrible!

The first splatter of the thick, white stuff hits my son right between the eyes, and the force is so powerful that it knocks his head back
about an inch. But he stays in place, obediently, his mouth hanging open as he is absolutely PAINTED with cum.

"Ah, fuck, he loves giving facials to kids," TJ says, to no one in particular—though I'm the only person in the room who understands this
fact and didn't know it until right now.

It doesn't stop. It doesn't seem like it's ever going to stop. I can hear the splattering sound of the cum splashing onto my child's face over
and over and over. Tino hardly moans during this, just stares down at his masterpiece—my son's face coated in his ball snot.

My son doesn't lose his grip on the cock, which also doesn't go soft at all, even as the mad sprays of cum decrease until it's just oozing
out, a string from the tip of it to the tip of my son's nose. Or at least, I think that's where his nose is. There's so much of the viscous, white
stuff I can't really make out his features. I hope he closed his eyes at some point.

"You did it!" Tino cries out. "Gimme five!" He grabs the little boy's hands and presses it against his, since Benji can't see right now.

With his eyes closed, cum dripping down his face and collecting on his chin where it falls down to his bib, my son manages to open his
mouth.

"Is this stuff poisonous to a little boy?" he asks in his innocent voice, and it sets Tino and TJ off laughing.

"No way, buddy! It's actually good for little boys! That's why you had to save us all—only you can eat that stuff without getting sick!"

"I did it!" Benji cries, sending a string of cum flying from his lips. I recoil as he begins to clean himself. He raises his tiny hands to his
mouth and scrapes the cock juice off his face. Then like a kitten he moves his little cum-covered paws to his mouth and slurps them clean,
shoving all of his fingers into his face hole. It takes about 10 minutes for him to get everyting that didn't soak into his bed, and he seemed
to enjoy each slurp of that cold cum more than the last.

I look down at my cock. It's rock hard and dripping, but it's cut. No skin at all to be seen. And it looks so pale and pitiful—like a slug—
compared to the other cocks in the room. God, why is it that the things my son wants most in life are things I can't give him at all?

There's something else different about my son. I can't quite put my finger on it.

"Holy cow! It's the neatest thing I've ever seen! It's like—skin and so much! And—and—and! All slimy and goopy! And it's so cool! I really,
REALLY like it!" he says; now that he's clean, he's returned his attention to the coolest cock in the room. Then it hits me.

His stutter. His fucking stutter is gone. I've been trying to help him get rid of it for so long, and just like that—with no help from me—it's
gone.

I'm a failure of a father.

"All right, kiddo, that's enough for now. It's time to get started on what we're really going to be working on tonight." TJ's voice cuts through
the room like a knife, and everyone turns to look at him.

TJ

It's real cute watching Benji fall in love with Tino's cock. I knew he would. My boy has a magic cock when it comes to kids. I've known
about his love of little boys for a while now—ever since I noticed the tattoos on his back. From a distance, you can't really tell what they
are. They just look like funny, circular blobs. But I'll get to what those are later.

Right now, I've got business to attend to. And that business is to take that adorable little boy on couch next to me, take that tiny, pink hole
in his face, and turn it into something that will willingly take the most brutal of fuckings from my cock, Tino's cock, and any other brown
cock I determine to be powerful enough for him.

"Benji" I say. "Listen to me." I don't think I'll ever get tired of the way that boy turns his head and gives himself whiplash when I say his
name. He's so fucking obedient already, just because I give him the attention and cock and boygasms he needs.

He's still holding on to Tino's foreskin while I talk, still automatically sliding it back and forth. "We are going to do something now—another
lesson. Kinda like the one you just learned in the kitchen."

"Oh boy!" Benji shouts. "Do I get to drink more of your white stuff??"

Tino laughs hysterically at this, and as he does, he begins to actuallysquirt precum out of his slightly exposed cock head. It hits Benji on
the arms and shoulder, but the kid is too focused on me to even notice he's getting covered in cock slime.

"Yes, buddy, you will. But first we have to do some other stuff. It's gonna be hard, and it might even hurt a little bitÉ"

I hear Wesley whimper from his place in the doorway. I look over and see he's stroking his cock. I clear my throat, look down at his hand,
and he instantly stops jerking off. What is it with the men in this family? They have no sense of self-control!

"But Benji, I need you to be a good boy and do whatever I say.And whatever Tino says."

What Benji does next actually makes my heart hurt a little bit. If I was less of a man, I might have even misted up. Because the little boy
comes running over to me and gives me a big hug. But not a hug around my waist or even one of my thighs. No, he reaches up and gives
me a big, happy hug around my cock, kissing it gently.

"TJ!" Benji says in his high-pitched voice. "You know I'll ALWAYS do whatever you want!"

That's all the permission I need. Without saying much of anything else, I gently shove Benji down until he's on his knees.

"Tilt your head back," I tell him, and the kid does, instantly. "Open your mouth," I say. And he does.

Now Tino comes over to me, his fat cock drooling frothy, thick precum down to the floor, leaving a trail on the carpet. He stands on the
other side of Benji, so we're both towering over him, our cocks raging and wet and hard over him like he's on his knees in a butcher shop.

"Wider," Tino says, and reaches down to grab the boy's face.

Benji

I don't know why he wants me to go wider—I'm already opening as wide as I can! But then I realize I'm not when Tino's big, brown hand
grabs my bottom jaw and yanks down. I hear a pop in my head, and my jaw really hurts! But Tino's right! I can open wider!

I look back and forth from Tino to TJ to Tino to TJ again, watching them as they take their big, awesome hands and move them to my
mouth. In no time, I've got both of them hooking my lips in their pointer fingers and yanking them as wide apart as they'll go.

TJ

"Damn," Tino says. "Fucking velvet in here." We've each got about three of our brown digits fishing around inside the boy's mouth. I'm
slipping my fingers under his tongue to give it a little punch, while Tino is rubbing a finger that probably smells like weed and precum all
over Benji's gums.

"Fuck yeah," I have to agree. He's totally right. This mouth is SO fucking soft. I run my finger along the soft palate, feeling it flex and gag
under my pressure. And that's just one finger. This soft palate will be a gaping cunt when he's done tonight. Really, by the end of the
night, I'm certain Benji's soft palate will literally be fuckable. A direct cum injection into his sinuses will be more than plausible.

This goes on for a little while—the inspection of Benji's oral cavity. We're like two dental hygienists going at him at once, with all of our
fingers getting slimy on his spit. This amount of slime would be obscene to almost anyone. As we poke and prod, the kid keeps gurgling
up white and yellow phlegm and spit. There's so much of it we have to keep stopping and rubbing our hands clean on his bib.

But me and Tino, we know that this is nothing compared to the Niagara Falls of cum gunk and spit slop to come.

Wesley

"Enough!" TJ shouts, and I cringe as both men yank their hands out of Benji's face. My child gags a bit, and I watch in disgust as a few
lines of thick spit string from his mouth to the long, thick, adult fingers pulling away from his face.

"It's time to get this throat STRETCHED, nigga!" Tino says, laughing, and he and TJ bump fists.

"Wh-what are you going to do?" I ask, my voice shaking, but no one hears me. Or at least no one pays attention to me. Not even Benji.

I watch as Tino bends over, reaches under my boy's armpits, and picks him up. Benji's a bit surprised by how quick it is, probably because
he's so stoned. The two men carry my child over to the couch and sit down next to each other.

They just flop my boy around like he's made of stuffing or straw. And Benji flops around too, having no energy or strength—or maybe no
desire—to resist. When he's finally in position, I start to get really worried.

The two men are seated next to each other. As has become distressingly usual over the past 24 hours or so, TJ's huge black cock is
pointing straight up in the air, while Tino's hooded Blatino cock is draped heavily over his thigh. My little boy is on his tummy, buck naked
except for that fucking bib, with his tiny, round ass propped up on Tino's hard-on. He's so small, he barely stretches across the small gap
where the two men's thighs almost touch. He looks so white—like he's made of porcelain—stretched out between those two dark
perverts.

But the real problem with Benji's alignment, the part that makes me very scared, is the way TJ is holding him up by the neck, like a puppy,
and has his little face hole lined up PERFECTLY with the pool-ball-sized, pinkish-purple head of that massive black donkey dong.

Time freezes for all of two seconds, and then it starts. In one fell swoop, my baby boy's head is plunged downward and he is shoved
HARD onto the foot-long snake in front of him.

When he was three, my little boy had a bad flu. He had to take this horrible medicine he HATED—he even climbed a tree to escape me
and his mommy. His mommy could always get him to take the medicine—I never could. But even when she spoon-fed it to him, he would
retch and gag and make the most horrible noises.

And even though he was smaller back then, and had teensy-tiny vocal cords, he STILL sounds exactly the same now as he is brutally
forced to accept more of the porn-star-sized cock currently lodged somewhere around his soft palate and uvula.

"Stop!" I cry out. I can't stop myself. Benji is wriggling and squirming like a worm, and he's still letting out those horrible sounds—which
annoyingly remind me of Donald Duck.

The room falls silent, and all eyes turn to me. Benji was on the upswing, so now he's being held down with just two-thirds of TJ's massive,
pink mushroom head in his mouth. Even he turns his green eyes (which look so vibrant against their bloodshot whites from the pot
smoking and cock gagging) to stare at me. And I swear to god, I see only ONE emotion in my son's eyes, and it terrifies me. That emotion
is disdain.
Yes, all three of the other people in the room—my son and his two black tormentors—are giving me the same look. They look positively
annoyed—like I'm some fly on the wall who keeps buzzing around them as they take part in this activity that does NOT include the fly
whatsoever.

Benji

Ouch! I'm so glad when TJ stands up, because it finally gets his penis out of my mouth! That was really awful! It was like TJ was trying to
MAKE his wiener go into my tummy!

I'm happy it's out, even though I'm sorta sad because he gets up from the couch. But Tino is there and he quickly reaches over and pulls
me to him. He sets me down on the floor, so that I'm leaning against the foot of the couch in between his legs. I feel kinda sad and scared
and alone on the floor—I don't like how angry everyone is all of a sudden!

But I feel so much better in just a second, because something hard and heavy and warm and wet slops over my shoulder and lands with a
wet sound around the bottom of my ribs. It's Tino's awesome cock!

"What the fuck did you say?" TJ shouts as he moves across the floor towards the watching man. I can't remember his name right now. I
can't even remember my own name very well! About the only thing I remember really well is TJ and all the things he wants me to learn.
But that man—he's always just here watching. Sometimes I wish he'd just go away!

Still, I feel bad for him. I don't know why he's in trouble with TJ, but I know that I definitely wouldn't want to get in trouble with either of
these guys!

I nuzzle my head into the heavy cock on my shoulder. When I press against it, it's kinda like squeezing a tube of toothpaste! That's 'cause
it makes it squirt out some of that weird, thick, kinda-clear precum that is so fun and icky.

I'm about to show Tino how smart I am and tell him everything that TJ has taught me about precum, but then I look around and see that
TJ is getting really mad. I don't know most of the words coming out of his mouth—he keeps saying "faggot" and "your own son" a lot. It's
making me anxious, and so I do what I have to do.

Sighing, I slowly lift up the big cock on my shoulder to get out from under it. I don't want to leave Tino, so I kiss him about halfway up his
penis and then start to move toward the arguing men.

TJ

"You want this to stop, motherfucker, then MAKE it stop! You just stand there acting like the little faggot you are, watching us use your kid
like a fucking sex toy, and then you think you can just all of a sudden order US to STOP?"

This happens to me sometimes. I'll admit, I've got a temper problem. Used to happen on the basketball court all the time, but I've had it
under better control for the past couple years. I haven't lost my temper like this for a while, but Wesley is really pissing me off.

Honestly, everyone in this room knows we're too far. There's no going back for any of us. The legal repercussions alone for Wesley are
probably enough to keep him from making any sort of move that would require actual balls.

But beyond that, there's no going back because his kid WANTS this. He knows it, I know it, and Benji certainly knows it. The only thing
stopping us from going all the way with this kid right here and now is the need to keep this sad sack from completely breaking down.
There will be a time when he's not necessary at all, but for now, we still need him to keep this whole thing from falling apart. And that's the
absolute only reason I'm keeping him a part of things at all.

I'm getting so worked up that I think I might lose it and actually punch him. No lie, I'm about to swing back when I feel a tiny hand pressing
on my ass cheek. I didn't even realize how tensed and rock hard my anger had made the muscle until I felt my little slut puppy's tender
touch.

I turn around, still filled with rage, and look down to see Benji. He's looking up at me with his puffy lips and bloodshot emerald eyes, and I
feel myself instantly relax.

"TJ, don't hit that man!" he says, and tugs gently on my throbbing cock. "He's annoying, but not a bad guy!"

Wesley

That man? That man? Did my little boy just call me "that man"? He's never—I mean—I've always been his daddy! Why did he call me
"that man," like he doesn't even know me?

"I know he's kinda annoying, TJ, but we can just ignore him and keep going, OK?"

My little boy's sweet, tiny voice is tearing me apart. Listening to him say those words—it's like a nightmare. A nightmare that is breaking
my heart. But there's something else, too. My boy hasn't stuttered at all for the past twenty minutes.

At this point, I hope it's the pot my son has ingested that has cured his speech impediment. I know that sounds sick to say as a father, but
it's true. Because if it's the pot, it means I just hadn't stumbled on the right drug to help him yet.

But if it's not the pot—if it's the other thing he's been gettingÉnamely a lot of black dickÉthen I've totally failed him as a father. If my son
actually enjoys being a fuck toy for TJ, if that's what he needs to fix his problem, then how can I ever give him that? I have a normal,
seven-inch dick. Something I used to think was impressive. But my son, who apparently loves cock, doesn't even notice it. He's only got
eyes for black dick, and it looks like he's finally found the thing that makes him happy enough to get over his stutter. How can it be? How
can the one thing that cures my child be the one thing his daddy can't give him?
I watch as TJ bends to pick up my little boy. He hugs him tightly as my child instinctively wraps his arms around TJ's thick neck and his
legs around TJ's middle. He's so tiny, his legs are wrapped around TJ's rib cage. It's almost a cute scene, except that as he hugs my son,
TJ's midnight-black cock is wagging back and forth like an elephant's trunk.

"You're right, buddy. Let's just ignore this faggot," he says.

"Yeah! Ignore the faggot!" my son repeats, with absolutely no stutter at all.

Before he turns away, TJ looks me in the eye and says, "Just for that, don't let me catch you jerking off. If you even think about touching
your dick, I'll know, and I'll make you regret it. You nasty fucker—trying to get off on this shit while pretending you don't want it to happen.
You make me sick."

"Yeah, you make me sick!" Benji repeats as they turn and head back to the couch.

Benji

I'm feeling much more relaxed when TJ plops me down between my two pals on the couch. I rest one of my hands on each of their big,
dark thighs. I can't believe how big they are all over, and hard too!

"Is it time?" I hear Tino ask, and I look up at TJ to see him nodding.

Tino slides down to the floor on one knee, so he's looking me right in the eye where I sit on the couch.

"Hey buddy," he says. I love his voice. He's got an accent that makes my little butt tingle and my peepee get hard. I really like his tattoos,
and I'm having a hard time looking in his pale eyes cause I want to stare at the tattoos.

"You like my tattoos?" he asks, leaning back a bit.

I nod. "Yeah, they're neat! But what are they?" I look at them, all over his chest and arms. They're all black and white, and mostly circular.
Some of them look like faces, but they're all weird—like they have swollen parts and some of them look like they've just been slimed by
Slimer from that scary movie, Ghostbusters.

"They're some of my friends," Tino says. I don't really understand what he means, but I nod. "Are we friends?" he asks.

"Oh yes!" I shout. I definitely think he's my friend! No one else would let me see their awesome cock, except TJ of course!

"Then how about you let me do something I like to do?"

"You can do whatever you want!" I say. And I mean it! I just met Tino, but he's a friend of TJ's, which means if TJ wants him to be around
and do stuff to me, I'll let him!

"OK, but this thing I wanna doÉit's kinda hard. It's gonna feelÉweird to you, and it's gonna be tricky. But I want you to let me do it, OK?"

Tino puts one of his big, long fingers under my chin and makes me look up from his tattoos, which have caught my attention. I don't really
remember the last thing he said, but I say, "Sure!"

"Great!" Tino says. "Now, TJ, I'll finally get to show you how to PROPERLY open up such a tiny throat!"

I hear the man watching us yelp, and for a second I think TJ is gonna yell at him again, but Tino distracts everyone by grabbing me up
and laying me down on the couch. He lays me so my body is real stretched out. My feet and legs are on TJ's thighs, but my back and
head are over the arm of the couch, so my head is dangling down. It's uncomfortable, but I can tell by the way TJ is holding me in place
that I'm supposed to stay like this.

I go cross-eyed as Tino comes to stand in front of me. I can't help but drop my mouth open, because that slimy, thick snake of his is
pointed right at me.

As soon as I open my mouth, he pops his cock head in. For a second I think he's already making his white stuff for me! But then I realize
it's just the large amounts of that precum goop that TJ told me about. It tastes SO GOOD! But jeez, there's a lot of it! TJ—I mean Daddy—
I mean TJ?—used to tell me when I was little that I shouldn't chug my juice. But I have to chug this stuff just to keep up! It's like he's got a
fire hose that just shoots out that clear, slimy, tasty goop! Yummy in my tummy!

"See, the first thing you have to do is lube up the throat," Tino says. I don't really know what he's talking about, but I love to listen to his
voice. "I know you think it's all velvet and throat slime in there, but that's not true. A boy this age really needs a steady flow of prefuck to
get him ready for the assault."

Suddenly I feel Tino's hands on my throat! My heart starts to race, because he's squeezing my throat and I can't breathe! But then he lets
go and sorta presses his long fingers real hard into my neck. Kinda like a massage but more painful too! It's weird, I know!

"See, with the little guys here, you really have to work the throat. It's like tenderizing meat. You have to squeeze it, get it used to being
pulled out of shape. It's sort of like stretching before you work out. Gotta get this shit LIMBER!"

He's really rubbing at my throat, and he keeps pushing his hips forward. My new friend Tino is sneaky! He doesn't think I notice, but each
time he moves his hips a little further, so his big, slimy wiener goes deeper and deeper in my throat. I'm too smart for him, and I know he's
in trouble, 'cause there's no way he can go any farther!

"Now comes the hard part," I hear him say.

TJ
Hard part? Fuck, this is my favorite part. This is the part where Tino really makes it clear to everyone in the room why I invited him here.

I know this part well—I've seen him crack open a shitload of boy orifices, though none so tiny and tight as Benji's. But having just been in
that little slut's mouth a second ago, I can tell you there's no way Tino is going to do anything but fully rape that throat with the entirety of
his cock. It's just a matter of time.

I walk over to Wesley, who is so scared yet transfixed by the scene on the couch that he doesn't even notice as I settle next to him in the
doorway. This is just where I want to be. I want to see the show happening with Tino and Benji, but I want to also keep a close eye on
Wes, because I still don't trust him to behave.

Fuck, I love watching the little boy's dumb, adorable, pained face as Tino works his magic. Does he even realize that with each little
micro-thrust, Tino is going deeper? If I know Benji, that little tired whore is probably thinking he's got enough cock in him.

"Ah, now, there it is," Tino says. "We've hit wall numero uno, right behind the soft palate."

"Break it down, buddy!" I say. I can barely contain my excitement. I can't wait for Wesley to see this. His face is already contorted into a
look of absolute horror—and he ain't seen nothing yet.

"All right, you got it," Tino says, smiling and showing off his grill. "Hold on, Benji, little hombre!"

I smile back and Tino pulls his cock all the way out of Benji's face in one swift move. As he does, a huge, sticky glob of spit follows,
flowing out of Benji's mouth and down over his eyes. It's the first sign of the throat gunk that is going to be so essential to the rest of
Benji's torture—I mean treatment—tonight.

Tino bends his knees slightly and gathers up that big glob of slime on the head of his cock, where it mixes with the goop leaking out on
his foreskin. He's got so much skin, even after spending time in Benji's tight, small mouth, it's still wrinkling over his swollen cockhead.

"Need lube for this," he says, pushing the glob of slime back into Benji's mouth. "Now see, TJ, you were just tryin' to bust through wall
number one, but you can't do that. This one takes fucking finesse."

He pushes his cock until he's at the back of Benji's throat again, but now he doesn't stop. Still massaging the tiny boy's throat, he does
several quick jackhammer thrusts—about fifteen of them.

I can't help but laugh at the noises Benji makes when this happens. It sounds like he's trying to gargle Kool-Aid while also puking out his
entire insides. It's a low, raspy retching sound only boys his age can make when assaulted with half-nigger, half-spic uncut dick.

Then Benji lets out one really loud retch, and he tries to wiggle out of Tino's grip, but he's no match for even one of the strong boy's arms,
let alone both.

I leave my post by the door to come over and help hold him in place, because I know this moment—this is the moment Tino's cock breaks
the first barrier. We're about to be down to just one more before Benji is a total, unadulterated skull-fuck toy.

Benji

I can't breathe! I can't breathe! And I think Tino broke something in my throat! Ouchies! I heard a snap and then all of a sudden his penis
got WAY FAR inside me and now it's blocking my nose and mouth and I can't breathe!

I feel sick, and I start to panic. Then I feel something coming up in my throat—oh no, it's another one of those spit-puke thingies! I can't
stop it, and it's gonna get all over Tino, and he's gonna be mad at me! But I can't stop it!

Wesley

He's going blue, oh god, he's going blue! Is this how it's going to end? Is my son going to suffocate right here? Why can't I stop this? Why
am I so fucking rock hard under this stupid apron?

Oh god, this is it. This is how it ends! Oh no—ohhh fuck.

Damn, that is disgusting. Benji just let out this weird, rattling, gurgling noise, a cough, and then about a bucket's worth of throat slime. I
mean, his face is COVERED in a thick, white sheet that I can see from here—and smell from here—is composed not only of the contents
of his stomach (which only has cum in it—mostly stranger cum—from that horrible dinner TJ made me collect), but also Tino's thick
precum and my boy's own saliva and spit-up. If you stripped all of the sex out of that, it would smell like when my baby boy used to spit up
on me when I burped him. God, I wish I could go back to those simple days. But there's no going back.

"That's the sign that it's time for wall number two," Tino says. He's not even talking to me, I realize—he's talking to TJ, who is standing
right next to me, staring at me. I feel my cock harden even more, and I flush as well out of embarrassment.

How can I be turned on when this is happening to my son?

TJ

"Yo, hold on just a second," I say, just seconds before Tino rams his cockhead through Benji's second wall like it was a piece of tissue
paper. "I gotta get him ready."

To Wesley across the room, it must look like I'm flipping off my buddy Tino. That's because Wesley is a fucking dumbass whitey. But in
reality, I'm giving him a secret sign—a sign that needs no words for explanation.

Because he's a good pal, Tino scoops up some of the slop that's now dripping down to Benji's mop of red hair and passes it to me on my
finger, like he's fucking E.T.
I let the throat slime and Blatino prefuck drip down my finger, and when it's good and ready, I drive into the little boy's anal passage in one
shove. The kid does a little dance at the invasion, but his ass doesn't protest one bit. This little kiddie cunt just loves getting fingered.

I dig around until I find it—that button. Just behind his tiny testicles is the key to everything I need. It's like a direct line to the center of his
little brain and big heart.

See, I know something about Benji. The synapses in his brain are still linking up. He's still learning. He's at the stage of life when his mind
is expanding rapidly—more rapidly than it ever will again. Everything that happens at this age forms a connection, and those connections
can be impossible to break.

And pressing this button makes a very important connection. It associates Benji's new favorite thing, his precious boygasms, with
whatever it is that's going on with him, no matter how terrible and painful it might be.

"Go," I say, and jab my finger as hard as I can into that button, as if I'm trying to turn it inside out.

Wesley

Three things happen at once, and each one is worse than the one before.

First, TJ wrenches another boygasm out of Benji. I've been studying how he gives them to my boy. My god, I didn't sleep a wink last night
for watching video of it. There are tons of varieties, but sometimes he just PULLS them out with no warning. Like he's yanking the chord
on a chainsaw.

And it sends my son off like a chainsaw, too. He's bouncing all over the couch, and I can already see the sweat beading up on his skin. It's
clear he's having a powerful one, which seems impossible, given the second thing that happens.

Tino thrusts his hips forward and literally BURIES the ENTIRETY of his insanely long, uncut dark meat into my son's face. It happens so
fast! One second, Benji has about four inches of that cock crammed in him, and he's struggling to breathe. Then suddenly, Tino's black,
bushy, curly pubes are pressed snugly up against my son's button nose.

There's a loud POP, and the cock is gone. My son's lips are absolutely stretched to the limit, which is probably why the big cough and
retch he gives as he swallows all of that cock causes him to unleash a GUSHING flow of white throat gunk. I've never seen anything so
thick—it literally looks like he's shooting cum out around the sides of Tino's cock. Like his face is cumming.

And then I realize, that really probably is cum. Between the boygasm racking his body and the cock stuffed in his esophagus, all of the
stranger jizz from earlier, plus TJ's two huge loads, is now flying out around Tino's floppy-foreskinned cock like milk splashing out of a
cereal bowl.

Some of it flies so far it lands on my big toe, and that's when the third and most terrible thing happens: I cum. I'm not even touching
myself; I know TJ would forbid that. But I can't stop myself. My cock—the same cock that produced the little boy on the couch—starts
spasming. "No!" I shout out, trying to stop my orgasm from coming, but it doesn't work. I feel my cum spray out, hitting my feet and the
carpet right in front of me. It would have seemed like an impressive spray, before I met TJ.

TJ

Once again, all eyes are on the fucking idiot ex-dad in the room. We all stare at him, and I'm furious. I've fucking had enough of this shit.
But I'm not gonna lose my temper again. Not in front of the kid—even though I'm pretty sure he can't see through any of that throat slime
coating his face.

"Hey buddy, did you bring it?" I ask Tino.

He continues to hold his cock in the boy, who is quickly becoming blue. Shit—he's so fucking blue I'm starting to get worried. His entire
little body is a purplish color, which definitely means that oxygen is a no-go right now. I'm worried, but Tino has done this millions of times
before, so I'll let him do his thing.

He's clearly enjoying the feeling of Benji's constricting throat too much to speak, but he manages to nod at where his jeans lie on the
floor. I smile and rip my finger out of Benji's hole, then stand up.

Wesley



I swallow the lump in my throat as I watch TJ reach into the pocket of the stranger's baggy jeans and withdraw a small item. It is made of
metal and glints in the dim light, but I don't recognize it before it's swallowed up in TJ's big hand.

TJ then turns and looks directly at me. "Wesley, I need to see you in the kitchen," he saysand walking by me and into the kitchen.

Something about his gaze makes me feel insane—when he looks at me like this, I feel like some tiny animal, a chipmunk or mouse, weak
and terrified, but extremely turned on. I can feel my cock throbbing again already underneath the apron.

I have no choice but to follow him, giving one last, sad look at my little boy, who is staring to look like a baby stuck in a plastic bag. I'm
very concerned that when I come back, he'll be unconscious orÉI don't know. He doesn't look good, and I feel like I'm in a state of shock.
How can I as a father leave my child alone in a room, apparently suffocating, with that person? But I do—I immediately follow TJ into the
kitchen.

Once inside, he pulls out a chair from the kitchen table—the same one I was in when I was forcing my son onto his cock not an hour ago
—and adjusts it so my back is to the living room. I sit down, completely unable to see what is happening in the room behind me.

"I-I-I'm sorry!" I hear myself say as I stare at TJ. He looks pissed, and I'm terrified he's going to beat me.

"Wesley, everyone else in this house thinks your hard-on and your cum are disgusting. Your son is in there having fun and getting raped,
and it makes you have a hands-free orgasm? Fuck that shit. Before he came over, Tino and I agreed that we would take care of your
disgusting problem once and for all."

I—I'm utterly speechless. I can't believe what he just said to me. He's been filling my son up with cum, inviting strangers into my house,
and treating my one and only child like a sex toy, and I'm the disgusting one?

And yet, I know he's right. Because really, I'm the one letting all this happen. I am a full-grown man, a father, and yet I'm letting this man
rule my home and everything in it, including my very young son. So he's right, I'm wrong, and I need to follow his orders.

The big, black man walks over to me, his semihard, heavy tool swinging, and he holds up the item in front of my face. My stomach drops
when I realize what it is. I've seen them online before, and they always gave me the creeps. But I never thought I'd be this close to a
chastity device.

"Since you can't control your cock, and you get hard around your own son—which isnasty, you fucking pervert—I'm going to have to take
control of your cock for you. From now on, you will wear this device all the time, for as long as I want. Do not complain about it. You need
to get used to it. Your body needs to learn that hard-ons around your own son are despicable and unacceptable."

I start to stammer something out, but I can't resist or protest at all as Wesley places the silver chastity device on my thigh. It's cold metal,
and the entire situation, makes my cock go soft.

"Put it on," he orders.

I really don't want to wear this. I've read online that they're really uncomfortable, and I've never wanted to touch my dick more than I have
over the past day. I've been jerking off nonstop, much to my dismay. But TJ must be right—I shouldn't be getting so hard from all this. And
my cock must have gone soft so that this thing would fit. SoÉI suppose this is the best choice.

I lace my cock through the metal device, and sure enough, it's uncomfortable as hell. The cold metal on my cock makes me want to grow
hard again, and the pain of my dick trying to swell up and being constricted by the metal is enough to make me squirm.

The bottom of it loops around my nut sack, holding them, squeezing them, making me want to get even harder. God, why did Tino have to
bring this brand? It's obviously well made and designed for maximum discomfort. Shit, my life is a fucking hellhole.

Once the device is on, TJ reaches forward to make sure it's secure. Then he pulls out something I didn't see before—a tiny padlock.

"Come on," he says, and gets up to go back to the living room. I can't do anything but follow.

Benji

Oh, my tummy! I don't think I can take it anymore! My tummy feels like it's going to burst, and my throat is on fire! I feel like I'm being held
underwater—I think this must be what drowning feels like! Except I'm not in water. I'm just drowning on all this crazy gunk Tino is pulling
up in me!

Actually, he's sorta pulling it up and then pushing it right back down. It reminds me of a plunger like I've seen some men use on TV. Like
when he yanks his cock out of my face a bit, I feel it sucking up all of that gunk and gross slime from the bottom of my throat and tummy.
But just when it feels like I'm about to puke it up, he pushes his cock back down my throat!

Even though I can't breathe and I feel like I'm suffocating, I can still feel all that gunk building up in me! If Tino doesn't stop soon, I'm afraid
it might come out my bum!

But just when I'm about to try to scream one more time, TJ and that man come back into the room, and without any warning, Tino pulls his
cock all the way out of my face.

I want to stop it, but I can't! All that sticky, slimy juice Tino has been working up just rushes out of me. It comes so fast that it actually hurts
my lips when it goes past them! I didn't know my lips could stretch so much. It's like they're made of rubber bands!

Anyway, all that gunk comes rushing out, and I can taste the rainbow of it as it goes across my tongue. The first thing I taste is Tino's
delicious precum, because that's probably a huge part of what is in my tummy! I didn't know men could basically pee precum, but it's
pretty neat, I guess.

The next part isn't so tasty. It's just my own throat slime—it reminds me of when I had the flu last year and I kept puking all the time and
my throat burned real bad. I don't like that part, but then right after that comes the best part of all—all that cum I had earlier! I can taste all
of it, which isn't so great, but TJ's cum has the most important and easiest-to-taste flavor, and it's really making me feel better!

"Benji," I hear my name. It's TJ's voice, and even though the stuff is still pouring out of my mouth and down my face and onto the floor
below me, I turn my head, because I have to look at him when he talks to me.

TJ

"Get up, little guy," I say to the naked little boy, who is still an alarming shade of blue from his lack of oxygen.

I suppress a gag as he gets up to come over to me. There's no nice way to put this—he's a fucking mess. I can't even make out his bib
anymore, because the entire front of his torso is covered in slime. Personally, I find all that slime to be a little much, but it's what Tino lives
for. And I knew Benji would be good at it, which is why I had to let Tino have a shot at him.

Still, even though he's grossing me out, my cock is rock hard watching him stumble over to me. He's so fucking obedient, and we haven't
even really even started his training. It's too fucking easy—the boy is basically Silly Putty.

When he gets over to me, I slap him across the face with my cock to sorta shake him out of his shocked stupor, and then I kneel down so
I'm looking him right in the eye. I hold out my hand to him, and in it is the tiny padlock.

"Benji," I say, "I want you to go lock up that man over there for me, OK? It will stop him from being so weird and creepy."

Benji looks at me, confused, then looks back to his dad. I can't tell what he's thinking, but I have to stop myself from laughing when he
leans forward and whispers in my ear, "What's that man's name?"

"Wesley," I say, smiling at how amazingly well this is working out. I had always planned to delete Benji's father from his memory, but I had
no idea the kid would do it on his own. I guess all the poppers and weed have made him a bit looser than he normally would be.

"Wesley," Benji says, sounding it out. The face he makes when he says it—as much as I can even see a face under all the slime—looks
like he ate something gross. I can't believe how repelled the little boy is by his father.

But then I look down at my cock, and the other giant black dick in the room, and I realize exactly why. This kid is a NATURAL dick whore,
and he only likes the big, black variety. When a child this young gets an addiction to sex so strong, it becomes his life. It's like his little
brain can only hold so much information, and nigger dick is so essential that it wipes out everything else, from the ABCs to his father's
identity.

"Wesley, I got to lock you up," Benji says in his raspy voice. I can tell Tino has really done some serious—potentially permanent—
damage to the boy's vocal cords.

Everyone stares as the tiny little boy, whose fragile, naked body is finally back to its pale white color rather than purplish-blue, moves over
to the man he used to call Daddy. And like the natural he is, and without even hesitating, he loops the padlock through the hole on the
bottom of Wesley's new cage and snaps it into place. I watch his face and his hands as he does this, and it's clear he's not enjoying being
so close to that pathetic, inferior dick.

The slimy child comes back to me and smiles through the gunk clogging his eyes and nose and coating his still-blue lips. "I did it," he
croaks proudly.

"You did," I say. And I can't wait anymore. I realize now that Tino has done just want I needed him to do—opened up the boy's throat.
From here on forward, that boy's mouth is no longer just a holding place for my pink cock helmet. No, it's now a dock for every single
fucking inch of my giant black cock, and it's time to take it for its inaugural ride.

But before I do, I have one last thought. I walk over to the coffee table and pick up the tiny key to the lock on Wesley's device. Then I take
that tiny key and insert it ever so gently into my piss slit, so that just about half of it is sticking out. Then I turn back to Benji.

Wesley

No, he can't do this. He can't do what he's about to do. I want to scream, to cry, to yell out in horror, but I can only watch. Watch in silence
as he takes away the only comfort I have in this world—my orgasms.

No one speaks as TJ points his cock, with that tiny key poking out, at my son's face. My boy opens his mouth, strings of the slime he
spewed dripping down from his top lip to his bottom lip. And then he wraps his mouth around the cock and begins to suck, something he
is really getting good at.

But unlike earlier, TJ doesn't just stop when his cockhead is lodged in Benji's mouth, taking up every square inch of space in there. No, he
keeps pushing, smiling at Tino, who is giving him a big thumbs-up with one hand from the couch where he's now relaxing and jerking his
slimy cock with the other.

I gasp in shock as more and more of that giant, thick, throbbing black cock disappears into my son's oral hole. I can't think of it as a mouth
anymore. That hole is not the same hole that only a few weeks ago so happily munched on nothing but Froot Loops and Kraft macaroni
and cheese. No way could a mouth that innocent also unhinge like my son's and accept every single inch of that nigger dick.

My son lets out a few clogged-sounding coughs, and a nauseating mixture of snot and slime pours out of his nose in a steady stream and
around his stretched lips. But TJ doesn't relent, just holds my boy's head in place, his black hand running through Benji's filthy, matted red
hair.

After a few minutes of that, he begins to withdraw. It seems almost like a magic trick, because as he pulls out, his cock looks even bigger
and longer than it did going in. It seems to pull out forever, until finally just the head is in the orifice. And then, with a pop, he pulls his
cock head out.

And the key is gone.

It's gone. I feel the world zoom away from me, almost like an out-of-body experience. I sink back into my head, for how long I don't know.
I can't think; I can barely see. I retreat back into my own head, and become just a shell watching what happens over the next few hours.

I'm only really present for some of it. For the most part, the rhythmic plunging, gagging, coughing, retching, gargling sounds my son is
making fade into the background. I only really snap to when the guys do something really obscene.

Like the moment when TJ has my son spread out facedown on the coffee table, his little slimy face hanging over the edge. TJ is squatting
a bit, so he can rock his hips back and forth to drive his cock ruthlessly into Benji's face hole. As he hunches like that, his big, black balls
swing back and forth like two ape fists. But what really shocks me is when Tino nonchalantly leans forward and begins to use my son's
beautiful, creamy ass as a holder for his joint paper. I watch him use my son's butt cheeks to role a huge blunt, which he promptly lights
and begins to blow in my son's face.

I also pay attention the first time TJ and Tino both pop their cocks into Benji's mouth at the same time. I watch numbly as they first
discuss doing it, then decide it's a go. They use their fingers to really fishhook him, and I wince as Benji yelps at the brutal stretching of
his lips. It takes about ten minutes, but eventually they get their massive cockheads in side by side. My son looks like a chipmunk storing
up nuts for the winter, and his eyes are so bloodshot they look like they're about to fall out.

The guys are really focused on making sure Benji's really stoned the whole time. They put a good dent in the big bag of weed as they role
joint after joint, always blowing the smoke into my son's face, if not giving it to him directly via a kiss.

At some point, Tino gets the idea of blowing the smoke up Benji's hole. TJ is really hesitant at first, but eventually he gives in as long as
Tino promises to just blow into it, not even lick it or finger it. How can someone else be so possessive over my son's sphincter, and I allow
it?

So that's how my son spends his time recovering, usually. As he gasps for air and chokes back the slime halfway caught in his throat, he
lays with his ass propped up on one of his two new friend's thighs while they took turns hotboxing his lower intestines. The effect seems
to make Benji unbelievably stoned. And he's so fucking young. It also gives him a trait that is—oddly cute, but equally horrific. Because as
he continues to suck and choke on dick, he occasionally loosens his butt hole and lets out a curl of smoke like a pig's tail.

That's when they let him recover, though. For the most part, the facial rape only stops so they can change my son into new positions. I
want to scream at them sometimes to at least give him a break, but then I realize that would be stupid—a real father would put a stop to
it, not ask for their kid to be shown some mercy in between facial rapes.

The worst moment comes when TJ has Benji laying on his back on the coffee table, which looks horribly uncomfortable, despite what is
happening. TJ stands tall, one big foot and leg on either side of the coffee table. He's using both hands to point his black donkey dick
straight down, so that it is just about a centimeter above my son's open mouth. That mouth, by the way, is covered in a thick curtain of
mucous and cock juice—and whatever else is getting oil-drilled out of my son.

Because that's exactly what TJ was doing. He was long-dicking my son's face. He would squat down and thrust his cock downinto the
boy's throat as far as he could. When he hit the back of Benji's throat, he would stop, and curse.

"Fuck, kiddo, work with me here. Please, buddy. You need to just relax and let go."

Those words seem to have the desired effect, because almost instantly I see TJ sink all the way in, so his pubes are mashed against
Benji's chin, and his heavy black nut sack is spilling out over Benji's wet forehead.

As he rises up, those balls take a lot of the slime with them in a big, long, string. In fact, there are little lines of the slime attached from
Benji's face to every inch of TJ's crotch, cock, balls, and ass. That's been happening all night, and when it gets to be too swampy, Tino
and TJ just use Benji's bib to wipe themselves up (while clearly taking care not to wipe ANYTHING off Benji.)

And Benji's mouth was suddenly a volcano of white gunk. He couldn't stop coughing, even as the cock moved out of his throat. Each little
cough and spams would send a few splashes of the white slime up and around TJ's cock, further coating the sides of Benji's head and his
cheeks.

TJ didn't seem to care, and started to increase the speed of his dips down into throat-heaven. But eventually it became too much, and as
he pulled out on the upswing, my little child rolled off the table and fell roughly to the floor at the foot of the couch.

He lay there gasping like a fish, staring up at the ceiling. He was laying on Tino's feet, and Tino was apparently very pleased at this, as he
started smiling. He had been watching the show and jerking his cock, which was COATED in slime almost as badly as Benji's face.

So as he watch the boy at his feet, he let his cock go, and the long, heavy thing hung out and started to drool downward onto the floor—
right onto Benji's face. My son was so out of it he didn't move out of the stream, just lay there trying to breathe in as he gets slimed from
his god above.

Eventually Tino announces that he wants to, "Go back in dry," and so he begins to move both his hands down his cock, starting at the
base and pushing the slime down like an avalanche toward his tip. When he gets to the end, he lets it go, and the remaining snot, phlegm,
precum, and jizz on his dick plops off and lands all over Benji's lips.

Then, without warning, Tino reaches down and grab's Benji's little button nose, pinching it shut. He uses the boy's little nose like a handle
and pulls him up off the floor. He raises my son by the face until Benji is lined up just in front of Tino's glistening but mostly dry cock. And
then the brutal face rape begins again, with Tino pulling the boy up and down, one hand on the back of the boy's head, the other still
pinching that nose shut.

And that's just one horrible moment of hundreds I could recall.

About halfway through this hours-long ordeal, I notice something that the guys have been doing. As they're fucking my child's face, forcing
up gallons of bile and precum and throat slime, they keep moving the now-cold cheese pizza Tino brought over. Whenever they move my
son to fuck his face, they follow with the pizza, so that it is always underneath him.

In no time, the pizza is no longer visible. It's just sitting in a pool of the yellow-white slime that's been raped out of my kid. A few of the
pepperonis are floating.

Benji

It's never gonna end! I'm gonna have to do this forever! I'm so tired, and I want to sleep, but there's no way I can get rest when my new
friends keep putting their wieners in my tummy!

But good things have to stop sometime, I guess, because when I can see the sun coming up in the window of our living room, they finally
stop fucking my face and pick me up and set me on the couch.

"Want some sperm, kiddo?" TJ asks.

I want to say yes, but when I try to speak, I find I don't have a voice at all! It actually hurts to try to talk, so I just let them know my answer
the only way I know how—by holding my mouth open like a baby bird.

I'm pretty excited to try Tino's sperm! If it's anything like his precum, I bet it's awesome. I am kinda dancing in my seat in excitement as
both TJ and Tino step on the couch—which is totally not allowed!—and stand over me.

They shoot their sperm at me almost at the same time, and soon my mouth is flooded. I have to say, the sperm feels pretty good on my
throat, and makes the hurt back there a little better. I do my best to lap all of it up, but there's so much of it, and they're both spraying like
crazy! Especially Tino—his is just going all over the place and the couch and everything! Still, I try to do a really good job catching it all,
'cause TJ says it's important. He also says when men spray all wild like that, it's 'cause they're really happy, which is AWESOME!!!

I love black cum!

TJ

The kid loves black cum. He can't get enough. We spray him with our jizz bullets, and he just guzzles away, even though his eyes are still
bright red and his throat and lips are swollen way beyond what they should be for a child his age. We put him through torture—that's for
sure. I'm not gonna surgarcoat it; even with the breaking in Tino gave him, the past few hours must have been hell for the little guy. But if
he's gonna be a slut for black dick (which he already is), then he's going to have to learn that a big portion of his childhood is going to be
all about sexual pain.

The only person who had a worse time than Benji is his dear old dad. Or should I say "ex-dad"? Wesley has been watching every second
of this, and the whole time he's looked like he was on the verge of tears. Every so often he'd disgustingly reach for his cock, only to
remember that it's caged and the key to his chastity device is currently making its way through his son's digestive tract.

We all watch Benji clean up the cum from his face, using his little fingers to scoop it from his mouth. I watch him carefully extract just the
fresh cum from the rest of the nasty gunk covering his face—obviously he's not too keen to eat up all that other slime and shit. Which is
fine, I have other plans for it.

I thank Tino for coming over and tell him I'll see him again soon. But before he goes, he puts on his jeans and work t-shirt and pulls out
his phone.

"Hold on, I think I'ma need a new tattoo," he says, smiling. "Hey Benji, give me a smile for the camera!"

Benji looks confused and dazed (shit, the kid is still stoned), but he manages a tired little grin. Tino snaps his picture, and I'm thrilled to
know that Benji's fucked-up face will soon join the other tattoo portraits of ruined little boys covering Tino's body.

After he gets the pic he wants, Tino crouches and gives Benji a high five, and this makes the kid grin huge. Obviously he's a big fan of
Tino still, even though he just spent the last four hours or so choking back that uncut Blatino cock.

"One more thing," Tino says. Then he leans forward and takes the bib off my son. It looks like my boy has a tan of throat slime—his entire
torso is coated except for the oval where his bib was. "I'm gonna keep this as a memory of you, little guy. That' ok?"

Benji nods at Tino, and I give Tino a wink. I know he knows what to do—I briefed him well before he came over. He walks over to the
pizza, and twists it like a sponge. All of the cum and throat-shit that had collected on that baby bib was wrenched out onto the disgusting
pizza.

Then Tino tucks the bib into his jeans and is out the door as if nothing happened.

Finally it's just the three of us again, and I can tell Benji needs some rest. Before I scoop him up, though, I need to clean him off. "Hold
still," I tell him, and he winces as I approach him with my now-semihard cock. "Don't worry," I tell him, "you're done choking for tonight.
Just need to clean you up a bit."

The child relaxes a bit as I begin to use my fat cockhead to clean the slime off his face. I run it up and down his cheeks, over his
forehead, under his nose, and down his chin, gathering up all of the throat slime, puke, precum, and more than a few black, wiry pubic
hairs stuck in the mess.

When I've got it all off, I walk over to the cold, disgusting, slimy pizza on the floor and shake my dick off until all of that mess lands on the
pizza. Then I head over to Benji and scoop up the tiny child. I turn to Wesley as we head up the stairs.

"Enjoy that pizza, buddy. Anything you don't eat tonight goes into the fridge for tomorrow."

Wesley

It's over. It's finally over. As soon as TJ and Benji are out of sight, I fall to the floor. This has been the worst night of my life. I'm exhausted,
but more than anything else, my heart is breaking. My son doesn't even know I'm his daddy anymore. He doesn't even like me—in fact,
he's disgusted by me.

And he should be. I'm a failure as a father. I spent hours watching my son get brutally abused by two black men, and I did nothing. I even
ejaculated, then allowed myself to get locked into this horrible device! I don't know if there is a spare key, but if not, I'm not sure how I'm
going to survive the next few days.

As I wallow on the floor in despair, TJ's words come floating back to me: "Enjoy that pizza." Surely he couldn't meanÉ

But yes, of course that's what he meant. I could just throw the pizza away and tell him I ate it—if I weren't totally under his control. But just
like my son was pinned down by those massive black dicks tonight, I'm pinned down by TJ's attitude and superiority.

So I crawl, slowly, over in front the couch, where the pizza box sits on the floor. Just looking at it makes me gag. What IS all that gunk? It
seems impossible that all of that could have been forced out of my son. How could he produce so much of this nasty slime?

My hands trembling, I reach down and fish around in the slime until I manage to find what I think is a soggy piece of crust. I pull it up,
trailing long, white, foamy strings of the filth as I bring out the slice. It's totally limp and absolutely drenched, and it smells terrible, but I
have no choice.

I begin to weep, rubbing the silver of my new chastity device with my free hand as I begin to consume the evidence of my son's brutal
throat rape.

My life is over.