Lars Walker, special agent for the U.S. Government, didn't exactly enjoy his interrogation of sixteen year old Oi, the poor Japanese girl forced into prostitution. Not that he disliked it. There was always a certain sexual satisfaction in interrogation of either a male or a female. There was pleasure in the feeling of total power and control over someone else's body and mind. But as in this case Lars was usually so focused on his mission that he couldn't take time to actually enjoy the interrogation. Lars was totally dedicated and totally professional.

At this moment, he had his fat dick embedded in Oi's poor oft used sixteen year old cunt. He was buried balls deep as she lay on her back and he knelt between her legs. All in all, not a bad job, getting to fuck a sixteen year old Jap girl as part of your work. But Lars didn't have time to waste. He was in a hurry. He had to locate Richard Dickerson and his young sons and facilitate their escape.

"Oi, I don't want to hurt you." This was not technically true, still..." I don't want to hurt you, but I don't have any time to waste. You need to remember where Takashi went. You need to recall something he said or did to give us a clue. I am going to have to stimulate your memory until you help me." He touched the lighted cigar to her fat left nipple. "I don't want to burn your nipples off. That would make it difficult for you to attract customers. Not many dudes want to fuck a bitch who had no nipples. So please try to help me. Anything at all you can remember about where Takashi might have gone."

Oi was so terrified she couldn't even speak. She lay on the tatami with his fat dick prodding at her womb. She shook her head and tried to get words out. He tilted his head to one side and his lips formed a pout. He was one damned cute military boy. He flicked some cigar ash onto the girls tit nub. She screamed, and he thrilled at how her cunt muscles tightened around his big dick. Each time he inflicted even the slightest big of pain, her cunt tightened around his fuckmeat. He knew that would happen from the games he played at home with his wife. Lars was one of those young guys who was very aware of his dick. He had learned interrogation techniques during a deployment to Iraq. They had practiced on young girls and boys. When he was working on getting information from a boy or young man, he would fuck the prisoner in the ass. That both broke the prisoner's spirit and self-esteem, and quite frankly gave some sexual release to the hard working young soldier. Truth be told, Lars preferred fourteen year old girl cunt. Since fucking a whole bunch of thirteen and fourteen year old village girls in Iraq, Lars had found his own wife's cunt to be a bit lacking. Young fresh virgin cunt is quite special. Lars wondered if he would ever get to fuck virgin twat again. Still, he was practical and always made the best out of any situation.

He felt Oi's sixteen year old cunt squeeze his swollen dick. He reached down and took one of her nipples in each hand and pulled her off the matt by her tits.

"Why are you making this so hard on yourself?" he asked, the cigar in his mouth, the red tip glowing. He released the stretched nipples, and the girls body thumped back down to the matt. His balls tingled as the pussy massaged his fucker. He took the cigar and held it over one nipple. "Come on now, Bitch, I don't have all day."

As it happens, it took longer than he wanted. For two hours she had trouble remembering. He even had to burn her swollen clit a bit. But at last her mind came around to remembering that she heard Taksahi telling his friend Timor, who now lay dead across the room, about some kind of FACILITY located on the outskirts of Tokyo where something strange was going on. A bit more prodding and poking, and Lars learned that the FACILITY was some kind of private compound with a wall around it.

He allowed Oi to mend on the floor while he searched the apartment. He found some drawings of a compound like structure with an address scribbled at the bottom. His erect leaking dick hung from the front of his trousers. He had to get on with his mission. He didn't have time to even properly unload his big balls. Every second counted. He grabbed Oi by the hair and dragged her head close to him. He roughly jerked his dick a few times and shot his load of thick milky sperm all over her face. After all, she'd been though hell, she deserved some reward.

At the FACILITY, Takashi was dragged naked into the large garage like room. The place was devoid of furniture but was filled with fifty-six naked boys and young men. Takashi stumbled naked, Timor guiding him with one hand on his shoulder.

"This is almost every boy in the compound...a special treat for you." Timor laughed and cupped Takashi's firm round ass. The Police Cadet was so beaten, so ruined by the continual ass fucking and throat fucking he had received, that he didn't even react to the hand probing between his ass cheeks. "Now, you have to be a good boy, or we'll lock you up and maybe blind you for real this time. After all, you don't need eyes to suck dick and take it up the boycunt!" Timor laughed and shoved one finger in Takashi's raped asshole.

Takashi felt a ripple of horror course through him. He remembered waking up, tied and shackled and unable to see. He truly believed he had been blinded. As it was, his eyes had only been covered, but in his young disoriented state, his own usually keen senses misfired. He would do almost anything not to be blind. He remembered he and his friends from school bullying a blind boy back when he was about sixteen. They had made the blind boy crawl around naked with his tongue hanging out, trying to find their dicks with his mouth. The poor blind kid went to a special school near theirs, and they decided to have some fun one afternoon. It was just typical high school horsing around, but it was not very much fun for the poor blind teen boy. They had made him smell each of their dicks and balls and given the boy each of their names, and then he had to crawl from boy to boy and try to identify him by the smell of his fuckmeat. If boy got a dick wrong, he was slapped, punched, and kicked. Then the blind teenager had to try to identify each high school boy by the taste of his cock. They told the poor traumatized boy that they were helping him out. Since he was blind, he had to develop his other senses. They made the kid suck them all off. Just a fun little high school prank, I know, but it somehow came back to Takashi in captivity, and he dearly wished he had not behaved so badly then, and at other times.

He thought about young Oi and how sadistically he had treated her. He thought about the twelve year old girl in the apartment below his and how he often forced her to suck him off. He and Toma had her give them blow jobs several times a week. They told the frightened little girl that she needed to learn cocksucking skills so she would be popular at school. They gave her pointers on how to use her tongue and lips. They taught her how to cradle their balls in her hands and how to lick and suck on them. They felt she needed to have the experience of drinking a dude's piss, so they helped her out. The poor girl's mother couldn't figure out why her sweet daughter had become so reclusive and quiet. Takashi and Toma had been plotting a way to fuck the mother as well as a prelude to fucking them both together when this case had interrupted their plans.

Takashi was forced to kneel in the center of the large room. The naked boys and young men stood around, shyly playing with their dicks. A camera filmed the incident. A door at the far end of the room opened and the huge, fat form of Mr. Fundoshi blocked out the light from the next chamber. He waddled into the room, aided by two strong muscle boys who held him up. He was walked, carried over to a heavily padded chair. A naked boy of fourteen followed him. The naked boy was very beautiful. He knelt at once and dove his head beneath Mr. Fondoshi's enormous belly to slick at the man's stubby leaking fucker and huge scrotum.

Timor grabbed Takashi by his long hair and pulled his face in toward his crotch. "SUCK!" Timor said, and Taksahi, who had lost most of his defiance, obediently opened his mouth and began to suck on the head of his captor's dick. Takashi, rough, tough, police cadet; cocky and assured, young and handsome, had become a cock sucker. Mr. Fundoshi chuckled. It hadn't taken much. Just continual ass fucking and forced dick sucking for seventy-two hours straight. They had beaten the young man's scrotum and ass. They had blindfolded him and burned his feet and eggs...and like all of Mr. Fundoshi's "guests," he had come around. Soon, Mr. Fundoshi would have Takashi eagerly eat out his asshole. Mr. Fundoshi kicked the smooth naked body of the boy on the floor in front of him to get him to lick and suck his dick and balls with more enthusiasm. Mr. Fundoshi hated boys with no spirit...no energy. The young boy took a long strong slurp of the throbbing fucker, and Mr. Fundoshi sighed contentedly.

In the middle of the room, Taksahi was thrown on his back. Timor lifted the young man's legs and roughly shoved his dick into the cadet's rectum. Taksahi once again felt his raw inner rectum abused by a cock. He felt the prick force it's way deep into his guts. He grunted and turned his head as a dick from one of the boy's in the room was presented to him. But the young man did not want a suck. Instead, the kid jerked his teenage cock until he shot a load of fuck splatter onto Takashi's face. It was gross. It was disgusting. It was something Takashi knew only from a different perspective.

Takashi loved to jerk off onto girl's faces. There was some kind of sense of power in it. Some sense of authority. To degrade someone by watching your fuck slop Splatter their face. To watch the sting of cock slime hang from the nose and mouth of a young, innocent bitch, or even from the face of a young faggot. Takashi remembered he and Toma making the little twelve-year old girl from their apartment building kneel naked on the matt in the middle of his apartment. They stood two feet away and furiously pumped their swollen dicks. When it was time to shoot, they had a kind of contest to see which of them could splatter her face from farthest away. The little cunt was made to lick any jiz that fell short off the matt. Bitches ahd to be taught that they were never to waste any male spooge.

And now, boy after boy approached the young cadet and unloaded his balls on his face. Takashi had sperm dripping from his nose and lips and chin. Cum clogged his ears, and fuck slop stung his eyes. Timor kept fucking the young man, while every boy in the room masturbated onto the young man's face. Takashi's entire face glistened with fuck. It had a thick varnish of cum coating it. His nostrils were clogged with sperm. His lips were sealed with fuck slop. He could not longer open his eyes. Finally boys fifty-five and fifty-six yanked their young dicks and the cocks spat cum onto the mess coating Takashi's face. Takashi could hardly breath. He coughed and sputtered cum. Timor, dick still buried in the boy's ass, leaned in and scooped three fingers of wall paper paste thick cum off Takashi's smooth face and forced it between his lips. Takashi, out of his mind with trauma slurped on the fuck covered fingers. Sperm slid over his tongue and dripped down his throat. Again the fingers scooped, and again Takashi ate. Thick wads of sperm were scraped off his chest and fed to him. The roomful of boys stood about awkwardly, their spent dicks dripping.

Mr. Fundoshi roared with laughter. "AGAIN!" he shouted. "Every boy again...on his face!" The boys began to once again pump up their dicks.

In Mr. Black's penthouse, Jamal entered the room in which Richard Dickerson was curled up on a cot in a fetal position. He was shackled by a large linked chain and a metal cuff around his ankle. He hardly noticed, so lost was he in his misery. He made fists with his hands and pushed the into his eyes, trying to stop the throbbing headache that had plagued him ever since he has allowed his own young sons to masturbate him. How could he have done such a thing? And yet, what choice had he? It was the only way to save his sons. He had been forced to make an obscene film with them in order to save them from being molested by others. Still...still...it had been the most agonizing, disgusting, perverted thing imaginable. Richard rocked back and forth on the cot. He Tucked his knees up into his stomach. He could still feel his hard dick between his thighs. His cock would not go down. He had been deprived of cumming and been fed Viagra. And his dick had responded to his sons' frigging. Richard's toes curled and he hugged himself and rocked. Tiny little weeping sounds filled the small room. Jamal smiled his big, toothy smile. His obscene hose-like black dick twitched.

Jamal had had a rough life. He grew up in an African Ghetto. He was ass fucked by his father's white boss at nine. His father who hauled huge bags of grain all day, had little choice. It was either sacrifice his son to the white boss, or lose his job, thus forcing his family of six to starve. So Jamal was fucked to save the others. Thus, he learned that there were always trade-offs in life, and often as not sex was involved. The white boss fucked little Jamal in the ass and mouth several times a day for two years. He also allowed his son who was sixteen to fuck Jamal. And he allowed his foreman to fuck Jamal. Jamal didn't go to school. He didn't watch television or movies. He didn't play video games or soccer. HE WAS ASS FUCKED. By eleven years of age, he could take a full sized male fist up his little boy asshole. And he did. The white boss's son would bring his schoolmates home to fuck Jamal. It made the white boy very popular. Jamal sometimes had a cock up his ass eight out of ten hours each day.

And then one day, the eleven-year old negro had had enough. He grabbed a vase and smashed it into the head of his white boss. The white boss tumbled off the bed. Jamal hopped to his feet, and shoved one large black eleven year old boy foot into the mouth of the white boss. He forced more and more foot down the man's throat. The white boss flopped about on the carpet, choking on the negro foot. Jamal felt his first strong, full erection coming on. He and others had noticed that the boy had an unusually large dick even at eleven years of age.

And Jamal escaped. He grabbed what money he found in the upstairs bedroom and went out through a window. He worked for five years in a male whore house on the African Coast. He performed in sex shows. It was all he knew. But he listened and learned. And he wanted revenge on all whites. He drifted from city to city, not afraid of hard rough labor. He now saved his sexual acts for dominating others. Perverted white men paid him to fuck them harshly and to hurt them. Everyone was amazed by his massive dick. He enjoyed hurting others.

And then one day, he was fucking the mouth of an eight-year old white boy. The poor little kid, whom he had encountered taking a short cut through a narrow Morocco street, couldn't breath with so much cock down his throat. His eyes rolled up in his head. He had eleven inches of wrist thick cock shoved down his gullet. The boy, the son of a British counsel stationed in Morocco. Had run away from his Amah to explore the market. Instead, he had run into Jamal, who was now exploring his throat with his fuckmeat. Jamal pulled out to let the boy breathe, and then plunged in again. So involved with the face fuck was Jamal, he never saw the police surrounding him.

Even the police were amazed at the size and strength of the nigger. They actually hefted his fucker and sack and talked about weighing it. Jamal was convicted of child molestation and locked away. He thought his life was over. And then, he was found by Mr. Black.

Mr. Black often scoured prison records for possible talent. He had enough money to buy Jamal from any bribable African prison. And he did. Jamal now had the perfect job, and he got to use his enormous talent on a daily basis, acting in sex films for Mr. Black.

Jamal sat quietly on the cot. With one hand he gently stroked Richard's head. Richard opened his eyes and looked up at the powerful black man. He blinked, trying to clear his head. His lips moved, but no words came out.

Jamal cupped Richard's cheek and gently smiled down at him. Then he lifted Richard's head and rested it on his strong brown thigh. He took his thick limp dick and rubbed it across Richard's lips. Then he fed Richard his cock. The American Agent knew it was useless to protest. Protesting only led to pain for him and his sons. So he licked the fat mushroom shaped dickhead. Jamal eased more and more dick into the man's mouth. Richard let out a deep helpless sob and sucked. His tongue worked the underside of the dick as his lips sucked on the shaft. He knew it was going all the way down his throat. He had been throat fucked by Jamal until he lost is voice, his throat fucked raw. He felt the cock grow in his mouth. His lips moved the thick dick skin back and forth.

The only hope now for Richard Dickerson...the only hope for Brian and Pete Dickerson...the only hope for Takashi...the only hope for the missing Bike Boy...was Lars Walker.