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It was at the beach they first saw Danny. The fifteen year
old boy was
changing out of his trunks in a secluded area in the shade
of some trees. He
had been too lazy to walk all the way to the changing
house. Clint and Mark
had been immediately taken with the boy. They had arrived
too late to see
the strapping young stud bare assed. They missed that
thrill. They missed
seeing his teenage dick and balls swinging in the afternoon
breeze. But they
had caught him in his underpants. They had seen that
unbelievable lump of
boy prick flesh. They had seen enough to know they had to
have him.
You see, Danny had a problem. Oh, it doesn't seem like a
problem at
first. To most it would seem like a blessing. But in
reality, it caused
untold embarrassment and discomfort and shame. You see,
Danny was hung like
a fucking horse. At fifteen, he sported a prick most men
only dream about.
He could not hide it in pants, or swim suits, or jock
straps. It was thick
and long even in it's flaccid state. And the handsome blond
boy was terribly
shy to boot. He was painfully shy. He had no girlfriend,
where as most of
the boys in his class were bragging about having their
first fucks. Danny
didn't even date yet. He was kind of old fashioned in that
respect. A sweet
old fashioned boy with a fucking horse dick between his
legs. He didn't like
to change in the locker room at school, or in any locker
room because other
guys all stared at him like he was a freak. At school, the
boys teased him
and called him names because of his huge cock. Most of them
resented it.
At home Danny got no help either. His dad had died in a
tragic car
accident when Danny was eleven. Even at eleven Danny had
six inches of
prick, but no Dad to talk about it with. No dad to tell him
about the birds
and the bees. Danny's mom was away with work much of the
time, and the boy
was left to himself.
Clint and Mark would soon change that. They were good
looking guys in
their early twenties, looking to make some easy money and
have some fun.
That was pretty much their agenda for life. Now Clint
sauntered up to Danny
who was just hitching up his pants. The boy turned
startled to stare at the
rugged, handsome man.
"Hey, Kid, I am sorry to say this, but I got to arrest
you."
"Huh? What? Me? What did I do?" The boy bounced a bit
on the balls of
his feet, and his eyes grew wide. He was the kind of kid
who frightened
easily, which pleased the guys.
Clint flashed his fake badge as Mark came up alongside.
Mark could not
keep his eyes off the large bulge in Danny's jeans. Even
dressed, he could
not hide the dick.
Danny pushed some of the blond hair out of his eyes and
looked up at the
two guys. He was a slender, small boy. A slender small boy
with a huge
motherfucking dick. Perfect.
"Well, you changed right out here in the open. That's
the same as being
a prostitute or something. It's called hustling. You can't
walk around in
public showing off your dick and balls. " Clint tried to
sound as ominous as
possible, but he could hardly keep from laughing. The kid
looked so cute in
his fear.
"I eh...oh...Gosh...I came up here where no one would see
me."
"Are you going to give us a hard time, you fucking dumb
Shit? You are
outside, right? There are people right over there. You were
obscenely
displaying yourself. You are under arrest."
Danny's beautiful eyes filled with tears. His full lower
lips trembled.
"I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I didn't know. I didn't
want to go to the
changing house, cause guys stare at me there. Please
forgive me, just this
once. I won't do it again."
Now it was Mark's turn. "Damn right you won't. They'll
send you to a
reform school. They'll put you away until you are twentyone.
Let's go call
your parents."
"Oh please. I haven't got a dad. And it will kill my mom
if I am
arrested."
"Yeah, especially for flashing your dick in public.that
is so fucking
perverted."
Danny was crying pretty hard now. It made the guys'
pricks rock hard
and start to leak. Nothing like seeing a cute teen boy cry.
"Look just because you got a prick like a fucking mule,
that doesn't give
you license to go swinging it around where little kids
might see it. Or was
that your game? Do you like to show your dick to little
girls and boys? Do
you like to think about fucking little girls and boys? Are
you some kind of
sicko child raping pervert?"
Danny literally hopped from one foot to the other in
his agony. "No,
you don't understand. I haven't done anything wrong. I'd a
good boy." He
said that last part like a little boy.
"I am a good boy," Mark who was devilishly handsome and
a real hunk,
mocked the kid. "Get your bag. Let's go."
"Where are you taking me?"
"To the police station. You'll be booked and locked up
there until they
transfer you to a reform school. Cute kid like you won't be
lonely in reform
school for long. The black boys will love your sweet young
ass and mouth."
"Oh God, No! You can't do this to me."
"Oh yeah, nice blond boy like you, will become a cunt
for most of the
hard time boys at the reform school. You'll be ass fucked
twenty times a
day, every day." Clint chuckled, leaning around to get a
better look at
Danny's tight round fifteen year old ass globes. He would
be fucked all
right, but not in reform school. He would be riding up and
down, getting his
rectum stretched on the big dicks of Mark and Clint. But
not for a while.
First they would have lots of other fun with him. One thing
you have to say
for Mark and Clint, they know how to be patient. They can
stretch out their
fun for a long long time.
Clint grabbed a sobbing Danny by the back of the neck and
marched him
toward their car. People on the beach turned to stare at
the two older guys
herding the crying boy up the walk away from the beach.
As they passed a family 0of five just arriving, Mark
turned to them and
said. "Got to watch out for perverts, folks. We are plain
clothes cops, and
we just caught this freak flashing himself at little girls
and boys."
The family stood in shock. The father put his hands on
the shoulders of
his five year old son and four year old daughter. The mom
put a hand to her
mouth and another on the shoulder of their oldest, a pretty
eight year old
girl.
Danny wanted to die. He wanted to explain that he was
not a pervert.That
he had only changed there because he was shy about showing
his big dick. But
how could he say that? He trembled as the family eyed him
up and down.
"Yes, this kid is a real freak all right. He was showing
his big fat
naked freakish horse cock to kids just about the age of
your younger son
and daughter here. He would look for kids alone and then go
up to them and
pull his trunks down and swing his cock and masturbate it
in front of them.
He would show the little kids how an erect dick gets all
wet and dripping.
We didn't see it, but reports say that he actually rubbed
his cock all over
the faces of a bunch of little kids. We have been looking
for him for a long
time."
The family stood stock still, not knowing if they should
go on or back.
Mark and Cling smiled and chuckled as they ushered Danny to
their car.
"Honest, you got the wrong guy. I never did anything like
that. You got to
believe me."
"Tell it to the judge. Maybe he'll believe you. But I
doubt it after we
tell him that we saw you bare assed naked right near a
bunch of kids playing
in the sand."
It was after the drove around for about twenty minutes
with the boy
crying in the back seat, that they gave him the option.
"Of course we could forgive you and give you another
chance, if you were
willing to do something for us."
Danny wiped his eyes. "Anything. I'll do anything." His
breathing got
quicker. He was so fucking cute, Mark almost wanted to
abandon their long
term plan and just fuck the kid's face right there. But he
had to be
patient.
"Well, we shouldn't do this. We should just turn you
in."
"No, tell me please..what do you want? Please!" the boy
was so desperate
it made the iron hard pricks in the pants of his captors
throb and spurt
pre-fuck.
"Don't trust him Mark. He is a pervert." clint said,
giving his memorized
lines conviction. "You can't trust a pervert."
"Maybe he is just a mixed up kid, who needs some
guidance. He said he
didn't have a dad. Maybe he just needs some mentoring."
Mark rubbed his fat
dick in the front seat when he said mentoring. Neither guy
had had any sex
since fucking the shit out of a boyscout a few weeks
earlier. That kid
couldn't even walk when they finished with him. But that
had been a one time
quickie. With Danny, they had long term plans.
Danny's hands gripped the back of the front seat.
"Please give me another
chance. Please help me."
Clint pulled over and stopped the car.
"Okay, here's the deal. My buddy and me run a kind of
modeling agency
part time as a sideline. Being a cop don't pay shit, and
the modeling
business pays lots, especially with internet shopping and
shit. We sell
mostly guys clothes, and sporting stuff, and underwear and
shit like that.
But we are just starting out and can't afford to hire any
good looking
models. We model most of the stuff ourselves, but we need
some younger dudes
for the the teen line of clothes. If you model for us for
two months
without any pay. We will not turn you in. How does that
sound?"
"Oh, that sounds great. Please give me a chance.
Please...." The cute kid
was just about begging to get fucked in the mouth and
pussy. Innocent
fifteen year old boy meat. But before the fucking, he would
be totally
degraded and humiliated. That's what gave Clint and Mark an
even bigger
thrill than actually fucking. Breaking a boy! Breaking his
mind as well as
his body. Breaking his spirit.
"I don't know, we got to think about this. What if we
trust you, and
then you betray us and don't come through with your part of
the bargain."
"I will, I promise. I'll work for you free. I'll show you
I am trustworthy
and good." Danny was actually bouncing on the rear seat.
He was so fucking
cute. Mark imagined how cute he would look with his mouth
stuffed full of
cock.
"Tell you what we will do. We'll have you sign a
confession, but we
won't turn it in. Then if you work for us for two months
and everything is
fine, we will tear up the confession. How's that?"
Poor Danny never even read the confession. Not that day
anyway. He was
too happy to get out of being arrested. The confession said
he flashed
little children. That he groped and molested them. That he
often forced his
huge cock into the mouths of kids. It was a disgusting
piece of fabricated
trash that would really get Danny in trouble if it were
ever read. Danny
signed it without even reading it. And then the horror
began. He arrived two
days later at an old house in a bad part of town that Mark
and Clint told
him was their photography studio. That's right, they let
him go that first
day, their dicks pushing out the front of their sticky
pants. They let him
go with a stern warning that he better show up for his firs
work session on
time. Danny thanked them profusely. They both laughed at
how trusting and
innocent the kid was. They jerked off together that night
talking about all
the filthy things they were going to do to the boy.
"Well, I'm glad to see you're on time. That's a good
sign,Danny. Things
may work out for you yet." Mike stepped back and let Danny
go into the
dumpy house that was sparce of furniture, but filled with
photography
equipment. Mike was wearing a tight white wifebeater. His
strong muscular
chest was capped with two large pouty nipples. His jeans
were tight and
displayed his hunky ass mounds and large package.
Danny was dressed modestly in baggy pants and a loose tee
shirt.
"Clint, our model is here." Mark said, walking deeper
into the studio
with his hand on Danny's shoulder. His fingers gently
rubbed and kneaded the
boy's shoulder. Danny was scared, but hoping for the best.
He thought he
could be a clothing model. Even though he was terribly shy,
he thought he
could do this because he had to. Clint walked up, sucking
on a beer.
"Good to see you Danny. Believe me, you made the right
choice. This can
turn out good for you as well as us. Who knows, you might
become a famous
model and make millions." Mark's fingers were gently
rubbing the back of
Danny's neck.
"Okay, let's get to work. First off, we need to shoot
photos of our new
teenage underwear line. So, we'll set up the lights,
while you change into
our brand new products." Clint handed Danny something. It
was very small.
It was a tiny pair of underpants. Danny suddenly grew
tense. His mouth grew
dry. He was expected to pose for photos wearing only this
tiny garment?
It wasn't until Danny was changing that he glanced up at
the walls of the
studio. They were covered with posters of boys Many of the
boys wore tiny
obscene underpants or thongs, but other boys were totally
naked. What kind
of clothing were they modeling? Some boys younger than
Danny were bare assed
and standing or sitting showing off erect dicks. Danny
became confused.
Other photos showed boys from the rear, bending over and
spreading their ass
cheeks to reveal their tiny assholes to the camera.
Now Danny as naïve and shy, but he was not stupid. No,
he was quite
intelligent, and he knew at once, these men were predators.
But what could
he do? They were police officers and had a signed
confession from him.
Mark saw Danny looking at the perverted posters and
laughed. "Don't
freak out, kid, we sometimes do some artistic photography
as well. There is
a big market for it on the internet. What are you waiting
for, go ahead and
change."
"Ah....ah..where is the changing room?"
clint laughed. "You didn't need a changing room on the
beach, you don't
need one here. Just get that pair of undies on. Time is
money.
Both adult perverts watched hungrily as Danny began to
undress. Danny was
freaking out, and sweat ran down his slender torso under
his tee shirt.
Clint sucked noisely on the neck of the beer bottle. He
could imagine the
bottle as the kid's dick, or he could imagine shoving the
bottle up the
boy's virgin asshole.
Danny wanted to cry again as he kicked off his shoes and
peeled off his
socks. He pulled his tee shirt up and off, giving the
perverts a good look
at his almost hairless armpits and his slender, smooth pale
body and nice
big teen boy nipples.
"Oh yeah, Blondie, you are going to make a fine model. I
can tell that
already." Clint rubbed the front of his own bursting
jeans. Nothing like
healthy innocent fifteen year old boy meat. Unless of
course it was healthy
fourteen year old boy meat.
Danny hesitated a bit too long before opening his pants.
"What the fuck are you waiting for? Do you want us to
dig out that
confession and turn it in? Now strip, Fucker!"
Suddenly the tone in the room had changed. They were no
longer pretending
to be kind and gentle.
Danny undid his pants and let them fall and puddle
around his feet. He
stepped out of them. He had nice big finely arched feet.
Fifteen year old
growing boy feet. Sometimes watching a new piece of kid
meat undress for the
first time, mark could hardly control himself. He sometimes
shot right in
his pants.
Danny stood in his underpants. The guys could see that
his prick hair was
darker than the hair on the boy's head. The fat boy dick
curled in his
underpants.
'I think these are too small. Do you have a bigger size?"
Danny held up
the tiny garment he was supposed to model.
"Look, Twerp, we been in this business for two years. We
know what size
fits. They will look fine on you." Clint readied the
camera.
Danny turned away from the two photographers and stripped
down his
underpants. He didn't like showing them his bare ass, but
it was better than
letting them see his balls and cock. They were very happy
getting a first
look at the fine young boy ass that they would soon be
fucking the shit out
of.
And the kid had prime ass. Prime fifteen year old ass.
Perfectly smooth
globes, well rounded and lightly muscled with little
dimples. A deep crack,
hiding a teenage boy asshole that would soon be stretched
beyond belief.
Danny quickly kicked his own underpants to one side and
stepped into the
ones he was to model. They were very small. He tugged them
up. They had a
strange cut to them. They fit like skin, but the front, the
crotch area was
designed like a special pouch to hold his dick and balls.
The boy's large
genitals rode up and out in the pouch, clearly on display.
The underpants
were terribly obscene.
"I don't think I can wear these..." Danny stammered
seeing himself in a
mirror. He looked like a slut. His balls and prick bulged
out the front of
the underpants, and the material was so thin that his skin
color showed
through.
"They look fine on you. Our customers will really enjoy
this. Now come
over here into the lights." Danny padded on naked feet
into the lighted
area. There was a stool there.
"Sit on the stool and spread your legs as wide as you
can."
"I don't know..I don't think...."
"Just shut up and do it. We got to show off the features
of the
underpants." Danny was shaking so badly he could hardly
keep his balance on
the stool. He spread his slender lightly haired legs. His
dick and balls
bulged up even more. Mark had also picked up a camera and
the two guys
started clicking away.
"Smile at the cameras. Show us you have what it takes to
be a model
instead of a reform school boy. If you don't get into this,
you are useless
to us, and we might as well turn you in."
Danny tired to smile. He wanted it to be over. How could
he have gotten
himself into this kind of mess? What had happened? Sweat
ran down his body.
"Wait a minute. You are sweating like a fucking pig."
Mark strode up to
the boy and started to rub his hands over the kid's naked
body. He rubbed
the boy's sensitive nipples, and they grew hard and
pointed.
"Got to get some of this sweat off you." Mark's hands
went down to the
boy's thighs and rubbed them. Then he rubbed the kid's
smooth flat tummy.
Then he ran his hands lightly over the fat lump in the
underpants.
"Not a bad package. That should sell underpants." He
laughed.
"Isn't it illegal for underage boys to do this?" Danny
asked, hoping for
a reprieve.
"Shit, what is legal or illegal doesn't mean shit on the
internet. Now
stand up and spread your legs. Put your hands on the stool
behind you and
lean back, now push your hips up and out toward the camera,
so we can see
our product."
Mark's dick lurched in his pants. It was so fucking hot.
The young boy
looked like some kind of fucking whore, pushing his prick
and balls at the
camera.
Danny's breathing grew ragged. He felt like he would
faint. The lights
were so hot.
"Push those hips out...push them right at the camera."
They were taking
photos of his dick covered by only a thin piece of
material. In close ups
the entire shape of his cock could be seen through the
cloth. Danny was
super shy about his big cock. He tried to keep it hidden
from the other boys
at school. Now he was practically showing it to the camera.
These photos
would be on the internet. Strange guys would see his cock
covered only by
thin white underpants. Danny started to chew his lower lip.
"Oh yeah get some of his chewing his lip. He looks like
a fucking blond
haired bimbo that way. A big dicked airhead. Good. Now
turn around kid, and
show us your pretty little ass. Jesus, that is a good
looking teen ass. Now
lean on the stood Danny and push your ass out at the
camera."
"Oh God...." Danny didn't know if he could stand it.
"Come on, push that ass at the camera. Arch your back.
Get that ass out
there. Spread your legs some and shove that ass at the
camera."
Danny grunted and pushed his ass out. His waist was so
slender, his body
so smooth and pale. That the photos were fucking dirty
without him even
being nude. But the guys were just getting started.
"Okay Danny, not bad for your first shoot. Now let's
have you change into
something a bit more revealing."
Young Danny's mouth fell open. MORE REVEALING?
"It's such a nice day out, let's take some photos of the
kid outside."
Danny grew even more pale. "You can't do that...not
outside."
"Why the fuck not? We arrested you stripping and
changing outside. So
what's so awful about doing a little modeling outside? Now
hurry up and
change into the red bathing suit."
Mark walked over to Clint. "Holy Christ, I want to fuck
that little ass."
"Patience my friend. We have all the time in the world.
We've got big
big plans for little Danny!
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