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Unban Wylin. He has interesting ideas.I’m always in support of getting Fran shipped off. And wylin is p cool.
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Petition to replace the nazi image with thisthis is m better IMO we should use this
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Never Ending Story (no word limit)The Watchmen. (view post) |
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itt i rp as flamebate
Jon looked over at his brother’s naked body, and his hand moved subconsciously toward his crotch. Suddenly, he looked back at me “Dare” he said, then “No, wait…truth”. “Too late,” I said. “Its a dare.” I smiled devilishly, as a look of terror flashed across his face. “Here’s what you’re going to do…”
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About thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. I was in the master bedroom, watching the action though the computer display I had set up. Dwight was sitting naked on the bed, also watching the screen. Jon, dressed in black lace teddy, with the crotch completely exposed, went to answer the door. “Here’s … you’re…uh…oh my God, what are you wearing?” the pizza guy said. “Why don’t you come inside and…uh…close the door.” Jon said. Tommy the “pizza delivery guy” came in and shut the door behind him. “Please, sir, I don’t have any money to pay for the pizza, but you can use me any way you like if you let me have it…” he said, staring down at the floor in shame.
My friend, Tommy, smiled devilishly and sat the pizza box down on the table next to the door. “Anything, you say?” Jon looked up, surprised, and I looked through the camera as terror crept into his eyes. He had obviously expected that the pizza man wouldn’t want anything to do with a little boy dressed up like a girl. With a random pizza delivery boy, that might have been the case, but my friend Tommy was obviously a bit different. He walked up to Jon as he undid his pants and kicked them off. He pulled out his male reproductive organ, a truly amazing shaft for a pedophile. Eight inches and quite wide, he had made more than one little child scream. Jon looked at it in terrified silence. “Suck it.” Tommy said. Jon hesitated. Seeing his hesitation, Tommy grabbed him and forced him to his knees. Jon tried to resist, but his tiny 75 pound frame was no match for Tommy’s 250 pounds of muscle and fat. What followed was one of the most beautiful things I had seen in a long time, a beautiful, milk skinned eight year old, with lips like ripe cherries, licking up and down the great length of my friend’s shaft. “Now suck on it.” Again Jon hesitated, and Tommy was having nothing to do with that. He grabbed his head and shoved his male reproductive organ into Jon’s mouth. “If I feel teeth, I’m gonna kick your little fabulous person bum, ****.” Jon started crying again as his mouth was ravaged by this horrible man.
I looked over at Dwight, who was sitting naked on the bed, transfixed by the images on the monitor. Looking down at his crotch, I could see that he had an impressive little boner, which he was lightly stroking back and forth. “This getting you horny?” I asked. He looked down, ashamed, his face turning bright red, but his little male reproductive organ bounced a bit. At this, I had a thought. I stood up, and began disrobing. He looked up as I pulled off my boxers, revealing my own raging hardon, similar in length to my friend, but fatter—a good two inches in diameter. “W-what are you doing?” he stuttered as I approached the bed. I reached down into my bag, which was next to the bed, and pulled out a bottle of KY, squeezing a good bit into one hand. “Do you like watching that?” I said as I indicated the monitor, where his little brother was having his bum fingered by my friend. He didn’t answer, but I could tell by his hard little male reproductive organ that he was aroused by something. “Or maybe you want someone to do that to you?” I applied the lube to my fat male reproductive organ as I sat down next to him on the bed, our naked bodies right next to each other, touching all down the length of his thigh. I reached over and put my hand on the inside of his thigh, and began to mbumage if as I leaned in and whispered “You know you want it…” “Please…no…” he sighed, as I took hold of his little male reproductive organ and began stroking it up and down. As I stroked him up and down, I leaned him back, exposing his virgin bumhole. I mbumaged the remainder of the lubricant into the area around his bumhole. “No…don’t…†he begged, as I began teasing it with the tip of my big male reproductive organ, threatening to penetrate him. “Please, I don’t want to be a fabulous person..” he said, as I threatened to put it inside him. At that, I grabbed his little hardon. “This means you are a fabulous person, you little gay ****.” I said, as I began to penetrate him.
Dwight pleaded with me to stop, while his hardon bounced up and down. I grabbed his chin and pointed his eyes toward the monitor, where his little brother was being ****ed in the bum by my friend. He was holding his entire body up, and thrusting it up and down on his big male reproductive organ right in front of the camera. Dwight immediately silenced, staring in awe at his younger brother getting ****ed. I lifted him up into a similar position and began doing the same to him. I slowly lowered him onto my big male reproductive organ. Dwight let out a moan of pleasure as I did so. Once I was all the way inside, I began pounding his bum in and out. “You like that, you little fabulous person?” I said. “N..no, please stop.” he cried, tears filling his eyes. As I continued thrusting, I looked up to see that Jon was now being ****ed doggie style. “You want to get it like that?” I asked, pointing to the screen. ”...yes, please.” “Then you have to ask me.” “Please do me like that” he mumbled. I pulled out and turned him around, and slapped him across the face. “Say it so I can hear you, ****. And call me Master.” “I’m sorry…Master” he said, looking down and crying. “So tell me what you want. Now.” “Please, Master, please **** me in the bum like Jon.”
At that, I bent in close for a deep kiss, and turned him over onto all fours, laying my erect male reproductive organ across his pretty bum crack. I slid it up and down, again teasing his bumhole, while he watched the monitor. “Please…” he moaned. “Please what?†“…please put your male reproductive organ in my bumhole.†I reached back and slapped him again, hard, on the face. He started crying. “What do you call me ****!?†I demanded. “MASTER!†he cried through the tears. “MASTER, PLEASE PUT YOUR male reproductive organ IN MY bumHOLE!†he screamed. It was so loud that Tommy actually turned his head, and gave a bit of a smirk, as he was raping Jon. “Well, since you asked so nicely…†I said, sliding my thick male reproductive organ into his tight, tight bum. I reached around, and started playing with his ten year old male reproductive organ. I thrust in and out harder and harder, until he finally came. As he came, I looked up at the monitor and saw that my friend had finished up with Jon, and was getting dressed to leave. Jon was nowhere in sight. Since I hadn’t great times yet, I used the remote to replay Jon getting ****ed and set it to loop, and resumed thrusting. Dwight was starting to get hard again, so I resumed jerking him off and he turned around and gave me a deep tongue kiss. I noticed some movement in my peripheral vision, and looked over to see Jon wearing nothing but the ripped remains of his teddy. He was looking at us, crying with semen and a bit of blood running down his leg. At this, I came hard, filling Dwight’s bum with what felt like a half a cup of semen. He also came again, spurting a little dribble of semen onto the bed.
I pulled out of Dwight, and a nasty little dribble of semen came out with me. I sat on the bed, and turned back to Jon. “Come over here Jon” I said. He came over and sat between me and Dwight and started bawling his eyes out. Having just exhausted myself, I didn’t really have anything to gain by molesting him again, so I just patted him on the head as I got up and grabbed my suitcase and headed to the living room for some pizza. After getting a slice I opened my laptop, and checked on the boys, and saw that Dwight was trying to comfort his little brother.
“Why were you two doing that while watching me? Why didn’t you help me, Dwight?†Jon said, sniffling. The video of Jon being raped was still being looped. “I’m so sorry Jon, I just…I don’t know. He had put his arms around Jon and was holding him close. Jon reciprocated. Dwight turned a bit and smelled his hair. At this point, I put down the pizza and started paying closer attention. Dwight began kissing his brother on the neck. “Dwight…stop it! What are you doing?†He answered by kissing his brother straight on the mouth, and stuck his tongue in, which surprised Jon, obviously. Jon tried to protest, but eventually just gave in. He must have been very tired. Dwight let up. “…what was that?†Jon asked. “I love you.†Dwight said. And moved downwards, kissing Jon’s chest, then his stomach, then his little male reproductive organ, which was starting harden. “Dwi~ight…†he moaned, as his male reproductive organ was sucked in by his big brother’s mouth. He continued moaning as his hands went to the back of Dwight’s head and grasped is long, tussled hair. His hips began thrusting of their own accord as his brother sucked his little prick in and out. “Dwi~ight, something’s happening…!†Jon moaned. At that, Dwight moved a bit away, and positioned his own male reproductive organ against his brother’s great times-stained bumhole. “Dwight…please…put it in.†he begged. With that, he slowly penetrated his brother’s ravaged bumhole, and began thrusting slowly.
Jon pulled himself up to his brother’s face, and kissed him deeply, while continuing to receive his male reproductive organ. Dwight reached down and softly stroked his brother’s little male reproductive organ, which was erect and twitching, on the very edge of orgasm. “I’m…I’m great timesming…!†cried Dwight, and at that same moment, clear fluid burst forth from Jon’s male reproductive organ as well, likely his first wet orgasm. Dwight pulled out, and held his brother softly, and the two exhausted boys soon drifted off to sleep.
The action over, I shut the laptop and took out my cellphone to make a call. I dialed the number and waited while it rang a couple of times. “Hey, it’s me. It looks like they’ll be ready tomorrow. Yes. I’ve already made the arrangements. Just make sure all your guys are there, and we’ll have some fun. I need you to get there early and make sure noone else is there, ok? Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow. One o’clock. Yeah. Bye.†I hung up the cell phone. It looked like everything was set for tomorrow. I laid down on the couch for the night, to dreams of tomorrow… (view post) |
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itt i rp as flamebateOnce inside, Jon immediately pulled off his shirt and threw it on the couch before bending over and pulling down his tight green shorts to reveal those tighty whities I had grown so fond of before. It was understandable, as it was pretty hot inside. I wondered if there was any AC here. “What kind of games do you have, Peter?” he asked. “Well,” I said, “It’s a fun game called Truth or Dare.” “Some of the older kids at my school play that” said Dwight. “They never told me much about it, though.” “Well, it’s a pretty neat game, but I think we should make it interesting. You kids have any money?” They both shook their heads no. “Well, I have five hundred dollars for each of you if you can beat me.”As I said it, I pulled out two of the hundreds their mother had given me and put it on the coffee table in front of them. “WHOA! FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS?” they both said in near unison. “How do you play?” Dwight quickly followed up. “Well hold on a minute, now I said I had five hundred bucks for each of you if you beat me, but you have to give me something if I beat you,” I said. “We don’t really have anything. Mom doesn’t buy us much, not even clothes.” Jon said, indicating the clothes on the couch. They certainly were tight, as were his undies, I noticed. I could clearly make out his little balls and his cute baby male reproductive organ through the thinning material. Putting my hand to my chin as though thinking I said, “Hmm, I’ll tell you what. If you two don’t win the game, you can be my slaves until you mother gets back. That means you do absolutely anything I tell you to.” They thought about it for a few seconds. Dwight was the first to nod his head, and Jon followed soon after.
“Ok, so hear are the rules of the game. The Master (that’s me) has to think up 20 questions and 20 dares for the servants. I’m the Master, and whenever you address me, you must call me either Master, or Sir. Failure to do so, will mean that I will add an extra question and an extra dare being added to those that you must answer or perform. If I ask you a question you don’t want to answer, you can trade it for five extra dares. I can ask the same question as many times as I want, so you probably ought to answer them, and truthfully. If you are found to be lying about any “truth” question at any time, you will automatically lose, and I won’t go easy on you after that. If you refuse to do a dare, then you also lose. If you try to do it and fail, you will have to do two more dares. Are you with me so far?” They both nodded yes, staring at the money. “So, at any time I like, I will ask you “Truth or Dare”, and you will get to choose which one you want to do. Any question, and any activity is fair game. Once you start playing you can’t back out. If you do, well…” They looked at each other and swallowed hard. “So, do you want to play? Remember, if you win, you get five hundred dollars each, but if you lose, you are my slaves. So, are you ready?” “I’m ready” said Dwight. “Me too” said Jon.
“Ok, so let’s get started. I have a little board here that I’ll keep score on.” I said, as I pulled out a white board from my luggage. I wrote on the board: Jon 20Q/20D…Dwight 20Q/20D. “Ok, I’m going to give both of you an easy one to start. I’m not going to ask on the first one, because it needs to be a dare, so I can cover everything. The first dare will be this: “You must let me film each and every question, answer, and dare, and you must let me film at any other time, although you don’t have to stay next to the camera all the time, only when answering or doing a dare.” So that’s Jon 20Q/19D…Dwight 20Q/19D. They both looked a bit nervous, not sure what to make of that development. I ignored them and started setting up the camera equipment in the living room. As I was doing that, I talked a bit with the boys. “Ok, so I’ll give you guys another freebee, if you like.” “Ok,” said Dwight. He was staring longingly at the money again. Ok, this one will be a truth question. Instead of saying the answer, you’ll need to write it down. Ok, I want you to write down the names, addresses and phone numbers of all of your friends, and any family that you have in town that might come by or call. You can use the phonebook if you need to.” They hesitated longer this time. “Um, ok, I guess…” Jon said. “Be sure they are all there or you will lose the game. I’d hate to see it end so early.”
I handed them each a paper and pencil and flipped on the cameras, the feeds from which were being transmitted wirelessly to the 100 terabyte video storage unit I had set up. While they worked, I went about setting up video cameras throughout the house. I started in their bedrooms, putting a number of them around each bed, a couple in each closet (you never know), and of course, the bathrooms. Although I’m not into that sort of thing, I installed cameras into the toilet too, knowing that I could sell the videos of that for some major mint, should I ever need cash. After about fifteen minutes, I heard the TV come on, and came in to find the boys had each finished their lists. I checked the family lists against each other and the emergency contact list their mother had given me, and they checked out. I also checked the friend list against the list of kids that should be invited to Dwight’s birthday party, and found that they all matched. It seemed that neither of the boy’s had many friends, being poor white trash. Turned out they only had one uncle who still talked to their mother, and only 6 friends between them. “Good job, guys.” I said. “The score is now Jon19Q/19D….Dwight 19Q/19D.” Which I wrote on the board. You guys want another easy freebie? “Yeah, if it means we are closer to winning,” said Dwight.
“Okay, this is going to be a dare. I want you call each of your friends and tell them that you are going on a trip for the next week, but that you will be back for Dwight’s birthday, which is going to be a sleepover out in the barn. Let them know not to come by between then and now. Also, call your uncle and tell them that your mother decided to take you guys with her on her trip, and that you won’t be back until summer is over.” Dwight looked at me a bit apprehensively. “I had better take control of this before he starts thinking too much” I thought to myself. “Well, do you want to win or not? If you don’t do it, you automatically lose, remember, and that means no money.” Dwight immediately grabbed his paper and walked over to the phone and started dialing. After about ten minutes of calls, he had called all of his friends and family, and it was Jon’s turn. He was less popular, it seems, as he was done in just a couple of minutes. “Good job guys,” I said (I had been listening to each call on the taps I had installed—you can never be too careful in this business). Dwight was watching TV while his brother finished.
I put my hand on Jon’s naked shoulder, and looked down at his almost naked body. “So Jon, do you want Truth, or a Dare?” “Ummm…Truth.” Ok, I said, thinking for a moment. I remembered that he had a bedwetting problem when I used to babysit him. I had some fun with it, as I would make him stand naked in front of me while I washed his clothes and sheets, then bath him, with just bare hands. “When was the last time you wet the bed?” I asked, staring hungrily at his little package. Shocked, he looked up at me. “Peter! Do I really have to answer that?” “Of course you do, did you think this game would be easy? Also, you are to call me “Master”. You didn’t, so you just added an extra truth and an extra dare, buddy.” He teared up a bit at that. “Last week…” he mumbled into his chest. “I can’t hear you, speak into the camera” I said. ”...Last week” he said, towards the camera. “Last week what?” I said. “Last week I peed in my bed.” he said, almost crying. “What a nasty little boy.” I said. With that, he broke out crying. Ignoring his tears, I said, “Your score is 19Q/20D—you better remember the rules or you won’t be getting any money.†I walked over to him, and wrapped my arms around him, rubbing my fingers up and down his back. I whispered soothingly in his ear for a moment, as I worked my fingers down to his waistband, and slipped them underneath to grab his bum. At that, he pulled away a bit, and I removed my hands from his underwear. “Ok, that was a good job, Jon.” I walked over to the scoreboard and added one dare to his score. He sulked on the couch as I turned to Dwight.
“Ok, now it’s going to get interesting.” I said. “So, Dwight, do you want Truth or Dare?”. He wavered for a moment, before answering “Ummmm…I’ll take a dare.” he said. “Ok, a go -getter. I like that. Ok Dwight, I dare you to take off all your clothes and not wear anything until your mother gets back, unless I tell you otherwise.” A look of shock pbumed across both of the boy’s faces. “But, but that’s…” Dwight started. ”...the dare,” I finished for him. Now get in front of the camera and take off your clothes. And do it slowly.” I said, lust creeping into my voice. At first it looked like he might not do it, but he glanced at the money on the table, and after a moment he seemed to have resigned himself to doing it. He stepped in front of the camera began to pull off his shirt, his slender young hands reaching down to the hem of his purple shirt, and slowly lifting it, first revealing his flat, silken stomach, which had just a bit of definition. Sweat dripped down his chest, going into his cute little spats. He lifted the shirt further to reveal his delicious flat chest, his pink nipples standing at attention. Finally, the shirt was over his head, and his unkempt, tussled dirty blond hair came through the neckhole. He looked at me, hesitant, fear in his beautiful bluegreen eyes, as he reached for the hem of his spats. Curiously, I noticed a bit of a stirring in his crotch as he did it. Getting his grip on them, he began pulling them down, the stretchy fabric pulling back to reveal his milky white pubic mound. Once again, he hesitated, and looked at me. “Down!” I commanded. At that he jerked it down, revealing his tiny little uncut male reproductive organ, standing fully erect, and his smooth ball sack. His inner thighs were as milky white as Jon’s, revealing a bit of a tanline at the hem of his spats.
“Such a nasty little boy I have here, not wearing any underwear, and getting a boner from being naked in front of a man,” I said. Embarrbumed, he covered his genitals with his hands. “Get those hands out of the way!” I said. “Now look at the camera and tell it what you are going to do.” He turned slowly to the camera. “And push your hips forward! I want to see more.” Shaking slightly, he moved his hands to his sides as he thrust his hips a little bit, and his excited male reproductive organ bounced a bit, as he looked down in shame. “Tell them!” I said. “I’m going to go naked until mom gets home,” he said quietly. “Good”, I said. “Now naked means NAKED, so I better not see you trying you cover up your male reproductive organ or your bum with your hands or anything else.” He just nodded weakly. “Good” I said. “Now, it’s time for dinner. Dwight, why don’t you go get something started?” Still looking down, he headed towards the kitchen. As he pbumed, I grabbed a handful of his bum. It was incredibly smooth and soft, milky white in color. He jumped a bit and looked at me, then kept on towards the kitchen. “We…uhhh…don’t have much” he said, peaking around the doorjam. “Come out here and say that”, I said. Slowly, he walked back out, holding a box of oatmeal. He looked away as I looked up and down his naked body. “Is that all you have?” I asked with disdain. “Yeah…sorry.” Dwight said.
“Nevermind that crap, I’ll order a pizza.” I said. “But first, Jon.” I turned to look at the now dry eyed eight year old on the couch. “Truth or Dare?” (view post) |
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itt i rp as flamebate“Thanks,†she said as I slid the trunk into the back seat. “Ok, so let’s talk a bit about the boys before you head off,†I said. She gave me a bit of an annoyed look. She was obviously in a hurry. “What kind of stuff can they eat?†I asked. “Well, they can eat anything in the house. I’ll trust you to make sensible choices. They aren’t allergic to anything, if that’s what you’re asking.†“Is there anywhere they aren’t allowed to go, or do they have free reign out here?†“Well, a sex offender lives next door, and he was convicted of enjoy and forcible sodomy of a little boy, so you probably shouldn’t let them go out front unsupervised, but other than that, whatever.†I made a mental note of that, it might be useful to have someone that could watch them in return for sex with them. She also told me how much to feed the dog (a great dane) out back. “You shouldn’t have to worry about the horses, though. Dwight knows it’s part of his chores to feed them, and Jon has to brush them each day.†I didn’t know about the horses—they might come in handy later. She gave me my expense money, a mere $250 for three months. “Hey, where’s the rest?†I asked. “You’ll get it when I get back, so long as none of my stuff is missing.†****. I’m going to turn your children into sex slaves. Good thing I didn’t say it out loud.
“Okay, thanks. Have a good trip.” She flushed again “Ok, thanks for your help. I’ll see you in a couple of weeks.”
Her boys came out to wave goodbye to their mother. The older one, Dwight, was a week away from his eleventh birthday. He was small for his age, not much larger then when I had last seen him when he was eight. As I remembered him, he was wearing a big purple tshirt and a pair of short, black stretch pants. When he bent over, you could clearly see the sweet curve of his bum, and his cute little package. Indeed, it seemed a bit too tight, and the shirt looked like it was his mother’s. He was somewhat tan, being more athletic than his little brother. Hesitating a bit, he ran out to his mother and gave her a hug, standing on tip toe and burying his face in her chest. “Have a good vacation, Mom” he said, reluctantly letting go. She pushed him away, a bit annoyed. As she was getting into the car, Jon came running out. His blond hair was longer than I remembered it—almost shoulder length, and had that unkempt look that I love so much (think Pico). He was wearing a pair of light green shorts which were a bit too tight for him and an old white tank top, that didn’t reach all the way down to the top of his shorts, leaving the small of his back and his cute flat belly exposed to my lustful, impatient eyes. The neck was very stretched out, so it left much of his back exposed. I shivered as I looked at the curve of his back and the sweet perkiness of his bum, so well displayed in those oh so tight shorts. He jumped on her as she was getting into the car. “JESUS JON, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” she yelled angrily. It seems that she was more than ready to leave. Even I thought it was a bit harsh. Jon stood back and looked like he might cry a bit, and said “Sorry, momma. I’ll be a good boy while you’re gone.” The look of anger faded from her face, and returned to one of annoyance. “You kids be good and mind Mr. Masters,” she said as she closed the door. The kids came back to stand next to me as she pulled out of the driveway and sped off. Putting one hand over each of the boy’s shoulders, I gave each ones chest a bit of a squeeze as I said, “Come on, let’s go inside. I have a fun game I want to show you two.” We walked back into the house, and I locked the door with a click. (view post) |
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I am ashamedThis place, has been, and always will be, total ****. (view post) |
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You deserve to die!lol jews (view post) |
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Who is the worst mod?enjoy (view post) |
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