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…