Mr. Black didn't sleep well. His brown lean muscular body kept twisting and turning on the black silk sheets. This made it difficult for the fifteen-year old German boy whose job it was to keep Mr. Black's dick in his mouth all night. Sometimes Mr. Black enjoyed sleeping with his dick in a warm moist boy mouth. It served several purposes. First it relaxed him, it acted as a kind of pacifier. Second, if he had the urge to fuck during the night, a mouth was ready and waiting. Third, if he needed to take a piss, he didn't have to get out of bed. He often used a mouth on his dick if he drank a lot during the evening. And woe be to the boy who allowed even one drop of piss to stain the expensive sheets.

The fair-haired German kid was scared out of his mind. Kinto had warned him that if he disturbed Mr. Black in any way, the Master would have the boy's arms and legs amputated so the kid would be nothing more than an ass and a mouth. This was an idle threat, as Mr. Black had never actually done that, but Kinto had shown Kurt photos of boys to whom it had been done to keep him in line.

There was this wealthy Arab guy to whom they sold boys, who loved to turn young boys into living furniture. He had a boy ashtray...whose tongue received the ash and butts of his cigarettes. There were boy toilets of course. He slept on a mattress of four boys tied together. And he had his "modified" boys. He had boys whose arms and legs had been removed right up at the shoulder and hip so the poor kid was nothing but a living pedestal who could be fucked or suck dick as needed. He had a thirteen year old boy with a large penis and balls grafted to his face where his nose should be..thus bringing to life the name, "Dickface." He had another boy's mouth sewn onto a man's dick and balls, so the boy was permanently attached to the man's fucker. He had two fourteen year old boys super glued together at the dick and balls. He had an entire menagerie of boys modified in various ways. The Arab had a team of brilliant surgeons working for him. They had just tried an experiment of doing a penis transplant operation...putting the ten inch penis and huge balls of a black man onto the body of an eight year old white boy. Of course these experiments were not always successful. Still. They were fun. He had taken ten beautiful young men between the ages of fifteen and twenty, and give them sex-change operations. The Arab's personal favorite was a young fellow of twenty who was kidnapped on his wedding day. He was fed hormones and ultimately given a cunt instead of a dick. He had done the same to a nineteen-year old American Marine. Both young men now served him as bed partner cunts.

Young Kurt had seen these photos and had been told it was Mr. Black's work, so it was no wonder he tried his best to accommodate the Master's dick. But Mr. Black turned and tossed all night. He did not sleep well.

He was worried about Bike Boy. It was not like him to disappear for periods of time. He was amazingly loyal. If he was held up somewhere, he called, And now, suddenly nothing. Something was very wrong. Mr. Black reached his hand down and pressed the back of the fair-haired German boy's head harder against his crotch. He began to gently fuck the face of the kid, letting his thick dick erect inside the boy's mouth. The boy actually was the son of one of his clients. The German pervert had run into some money trouble and could not pay for his last sexual indulgence. So Mr. Black had taken the man's own son into service as payment. The boy was a well built young soccer player who was so proud because he had just fucked his first girl. Now, Mr. Black was teaching the boy that there were many kinds of sex to enjoy; fucking a bitch was only one kind. Sucking dog dick for example was another experience every cute fifteen-year old boy should have.

Lars Walker had watched the compound all night. Now, as dawn broke, he retreated to his rented car, parked some distance from his target. Using night vision Binoculars and other up-to-date U. S. military inventions, he had ascertained that the Facility was well fortified. He couldn't go over the wall. Lasers and sound sensitive devices protected the compound fortifications. There were vicious dogs loose in the yard and four guard towers. The front gate was sturdy and also guarded. There were cameras mounted at various places along the wall. All of this pointed to one thing...this was definitely the place Lars was seeking. He would have to come back the next night and enter the compound through some more devious means. That meant that Richard Dickerson and his sons were at the mercy of these perverts for another entire day.

Lars had no idea that Richard and his boys were not even at the Facility, but were in Mr. Black's penthouse in the middle of Tokyo. At this very moment, young Brian and Pete were wrapped naked in each others' arms, seeking comfort and security to try to erase the horrible filming experience they had been through. Brian was sleeping deeply, gentle, even breaths coming out of his pretty little mouth and hitting his brother in the face with warm sweet air. Pete was not only awake, but disturbed. His little dick was rock hard and he didn't know why. Did it have something to do with the masturbation movie they had been forced to film with their dad? Or was it his brother's naked body wrapped so tightly around him that he could barely move? Pete slid his little boy hand down to his dick and gave it a squeeze. It tingled and itched. He began to stoke his little dick. Because the two brothers were so closely entwined, the tack of Pete's hand brushed against Brian's little cock. He could feel his brother's piss tool harden against the back of his hand.

Something inside Pete's asshole began to tickle as well. He moved his pale naked little body so it rubbed up and down against his brother's bare assed torso. It felt so good...another smooth bare body rubbing against his own.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Brian asked, suddenly wide awake.

"Huh, oh nothing...I...I couldn't sleep.

"You were jerking off Pete. You were doing what we had to do to Dad in the movie yesterday."

"No...I...ugh...I felt funny down there, Brian. Like I never felt before. Maybe it was all the jerking on it we did for the movie, but it feels different than every before... kind of heavy and itchy and achy."

"It's probably just sore. I don't want to think about all that sick stuff we had to do. I only hope we can go home today."

"Your dick is hard too, Brian..." Pete said, brushing his hand once again over his own brother's pre-teen fuckmeat.

"It gets that way sometimes. So what? It's normal. Dad told us guys tools did that sometimes. Remember when we were watching him fuck Mom, and he suddenly had to pee and we had to scramble down the hall when he came out of the bedroom? Remember He saw us and was standing there with his dick bigger than we ever saw it, and he told us that guys cocks just sometimes get all stiff and hard and that it was normal?

"Do you think it would be okay if we...if we pumped each other like we did when we made the movie. That felt so good. Could we do it to each other just a little bit?" Pete's hand made a brushing motion across Brian's throbbing little piss-head.

"I think that is pretty perveted. I don't think it's something two brothers are supposed to do."

"But Dad said in the movie that..."

"Dummy. Dad was forced to read those things. Those are sick, naughty things, not things boys are supposed to do and feel. That was all a lot of shit."

"Oh, yeah..." Pete said with a defeated voice and withdrew his hand from his brother. He unwound his legs from around Brian's body and pulled back a bit. Both boys lay in silence.

"I guess we could do it a little..." Brian said suddenly. His own hand reached out to grab his brother's hard little penis. He began to gently pump. At once, Pete put his hand out to encircle his brother's straining dick. They lay that way, on their sides, facing each other, pumping each other's tiny fuckers.

"It feels so good, Brian. I really like it when you do it. It's so different than when I do it to myself." Brian didn't answer, but instead pulled his bro's body closer so he could reach around and feel Pete's soft smooth ass cheeks. Pete reached up and began to rub Brian's nipples.

Just two boys, ages ten and eleven, seeking comfort from a dark threatening night. They lay that way frigging each other for almost twenty minutes. Dawn broke and a ray of sunlight stretched across the bed. "I could do this forever, Pete." Brian said, his fingers working on his brother's dick stalk.

"They would probably get sore and fall off," Pete responded The two boys jerked in mutual rhythm, complimenting each other. "What did you feel like when they made us stick our fingers up our asses? " The tempo of the jerking increased a bit.

"I thought it was sick and perverted, but it actually felt kind of good. I mean, it hurt cause two fingers is pretty much for someone to take, but it felt good inside. And it was so hot watching Dad stick his fingers in his asshole. I don't know why."

"Yeah,' Pete responded, yanking Brian's little fucker even harder. "And Dad's dick is so fucking big. I wonder if ours well ever get like that? I don't know how Mom can take all of that dick in her cunt."

"Well, I guess if she could give birth to us, she can take a dick that big!"

"Want to know a secret? I hope it's not queer or faggy or nothing like that...but I really liked how Dad's dick felt when we pumped it. The skin was so smooth and moved back and forth, but it was like there was all strong muscle under the skin or something. And it actually pulsed like a heart or something. Did you feel that?"

"Yeah, his dick was all hot too, like it was burning up. And the way it kept leaking. Jesus, are our dicks going to leak like that when we get older?"

"I don't know...oh...wait...just like that. Keep that up! Holy fuck that feels good." Suddenly without warning, Brian leaned in and kissed Pete on the lips.

"Hey, Bri, that is so queer. I hated it when they made us do that."

"No, wait Pete. Just close your eyes and make believe it is some hot girl from school and you are about to fuck her. I'll be a girl for you and you be a girl for me."

The two brothers jerking on each other, put their mouths together in a kiss. Then Brian pushed his tongue into Pete's mouth. The speed of their jerking hands increased. Both brothers began to slosh spit from mouth to mouth. The covers slid down and off of their pale hairless boy bodies.

In the next room, Kinto watched the two little boys masturbate each other and tongue kiss. He smiled, pumping his own rampant prick. It was time to prepare breakfast for the boys.

Suddenly Pete let out a cry. "Oh...oh...oh my God..." his little body jerked and trembled. Brian was shocked.

"Did I hurt you, Pete? Did I do something wrong?" But he had done something right. White sperm shot from the tip of Pete's little penis and splattered his brother and the bed sheet. Pete was having his very first CUM. He squealed like a little pig as goo shot from his dick tip.

" Oh my God, Pete, you're cumming. Look...you're shooting your load!"

When Pete settled down, the two boys studied the puddles of sperm like a science project. It was Pete's very first wet cum. He was amazed and thrilled. Brian was not ready to have a wet orgasm yet...his little body was just a bit behind his bros. He had to settle for a dry cum.

"How did it feel, Pete. Tell me how it felt!" Brian dipped one finger in his brothers sperm and smelled it. "Jesus, you'll be fucking bitches in no time."

Truth be told, Pete wasn't even sure how it had felt, it all happened so fast. But he told an elaborate tale to his brother about how he knew he was turning into a man because he felt different in his balls. All kinds of shit. Mean time, he played with dick, trying to get it hard, so he could re-create the experience.

In the kitchen, five Asian teenage boys stood naked masturbating their dicks. They had had many wet orgasms and were chosen because they produced huge quantities of sperm. They would rather be doing other things, but they had to do as ordered, so they stood there at the cooking island, bare feet on the cool marble floor, legs spread, pumping their fat dicks, waiting to be told to shoot. Kinto was playing chef. He was humming to himself an old Japanese fishing song. He had several containers on the counter in front of him.

Into a mixing bowl, he poured the yellow white pasty mixture from the first container. Horse sperm. Into that, he poured crisp rice noodles. He mashed and mixed the mess until he was able to form small round dumplings of horse cum and noodle. His dick pushed at the front of his chef's apron. In the second container, he had the snot from ten boys who had blown their stuffy noses upon command. He coated each of the horse cum dumplings with a layer of nose snot.

Sexual Culinary was Kinto's personal hobby. It is an unusual and interesting perversion. He delighted in nothing more than making monstrous dishes of disgusting ingredients and then forcing young boys to eat it them. Of course he enjoyed it more when the boy knew what he was being made to eat. That was precious. Some cute teenage kid knowing he was having to eat animal cum or shit or...well you name it.

Today, for the breakfast of Brian and Pete, Chef Kinto was preparing a miso soup. When the broth was ready, he poured in just a little bit of dog piss. Then he gently dropped the dumplings into the soup. Next he called over the five masturbating young men. One by one, they shot their loads of cum onto the two bowls of soup. The white

Boy slop floated on the surface and gave the soup the mixture of egg drop soup.

The door to the boys' bedroom flew open and Chef Kinto, white hat and all, swooped into the room, followed by two teenage boys wearing tiny posing pouches and nothing more, carrying on lacquer trays, the boy's breakfast.

Pete and Brian jumped back and hastily pulled the sheet up over their naked little boy bodies.

"Rise and shine, boys. Breakfast in bed! What a treat." Kinto smiled.

"Can't we please have some American food? The Japanese food you serve us, tastes funny..." Brian asked trying to sound polite.

"Now, now, when in Japan, do as the Japanese do. This food had special vitamins to make you big and strong. Now I am going to stand here until you have finished every drop in the bowls."

In The Facility, Taksahi lay naked on the cell floor. There were for or more cameras recording his every move. Until just now, there had not been much to record. He had been as still as a dead man. The young Police Cadet was in shock. He had had

Over a hundred loads of Jizz shot onto his face and body. It had clogged his eyes and

nose and ears. It had dried to become a thick glistening glaze on his face, until new

splashes of fuck had re-softened the old, and it dripped from his cheeks and nose. He swallowed it too...loads of it. And he had been mouth fucked and ass fucked countless times. His mind was numb. He had almost reached that point where the victim of trauma closes doors in his or her mind in order to keep their sanity.

Now that he was awake, his young beautiful naked body twitched and jerked. He could not control the spasms. He felt his life was over. The cell door opened and Timor

Entered with a fire hose. The powerful spray of cold water hit Takashi like a tidal wave, sending him sliding across the floor and into the wall. He screamed and sobbed from the

Jet of ice cold water hitting him. Timor laughed. Part of Takashi wanted to die...wanted it to be over. He had no fight left in him. He had no sexuality left in him...it had been fucked out of him. Then the water was turned off, and bright white sunlamps came on. He was left to lie on the floor of the cell in the heat of the lamps. Some bed sheets were thrown down on him for comfort.

Sometime later, the cell door opened again, and Takashi heard a gentle whirr and looked up to see Mr. Fundoshi in his Hoveround chair. Mr. fundoshi purred into the room. Behind him was a naked boy of thirteen or so, who immediately fell to his knees and began to massage Mr. Fundoshi's thick calloused feet. Now and again, the boy would gently, lovingly lift one foot or the other to suck on the fat toes. Taksahi lay on the floor and look up at his captor.

Mr. Fundoshi studied Takashi for some time. Then he nodded as if making a decision. He raised one bejeweled hand in a quick sharp gesture and Timor approached Takashi with a vial filled with green liquid. The liquid sparkled in the warm sun lamp light. 'It is time for the Nectar. Drink, young policeman. This liquid mixture is very rare and very expensive." Timor knelt next to Taksahi and lifted the boy's head. He fed him the smooth green liquid which tasted of melon. Takashi thought they were reviving him for more torture, still the drink was welcomed by his parched lips and sore dry throat.

"Now, listen closely, Policeman. I have chosen these adventures for you because you are so beautiful. Otherwise I would simply have had you killed. But the question is, after all you have been through, do you still want to live? Are you still hungry for life? We shall see. What I have fed you is a rare poison. In thirty minutes it will begin to kill you. You will lose strength, your stomach will bloat and perhaps explode. Your guts will evacuate. Your skin will blister, and your testicles will grow to four times their normal size. It is a most painful death. Of course I cannot promise all of these effects...the poison varies from person to person. Still, in thirty minutes you will fell the liquid working. You have about forty-five minutes before you lose control of your body."

So this was it. Takashi's young life was bout to be stolen from him in an instant. His dreams of success in the world were just that, nothing more than dreams. His hopes for love and a family and fortune...nothing but shattered visions. He was to die.

"Don't look so sad, pretty boy. I have the antidote. Ah yes. I have the Red Nectar , the blood of the dragonfly, which will negate the power of the poison and render you back to full health. However it must be administered in forty-five minutes, or it will be too late to save you. And I give you my word, I will administer the Red Nectar...all you have to do is one little thing for me!"

Timor laughed and threw something onto the floor next to Takashi's naked body. Takashi looked over and his jaw dropped. It was a dildo. A pink rubber dildo. But it was lager than any sex toy he had ever seen. Larger than anything he had ever shoved up a girl's cunt or asshole. Larger than a horses or donkey dick. Larger than a wine bottle.

It was thicker than his thigh, at least fourteen inches long...and terrifying.

"All you have to do, Policeman, is fuck your own ass with that rubber cock. You have been well prepared...you can't deny that. Your pretty young ass has been ripped open by countless cocks. True, this is a bit larger, but I am sure if you are determined to live, you can get it all the way up inside of you. And make sure it goes all the way in, don't try to con me by leaving two or three inches hanging out. You'd better get to work. I have never seen a boy take the dildo in less than forty minutes...I agree that it is a daunting task. Your bowels may be ruined for life. Once you take this, you will no longer have control of your shit. Still, you will be alive. But only if you are strong willed enough to withstand the pain." Mr. Fundoshi laughed and shoved move of his foot into the young boy's mouth. The boy had been trying to soften the thick skin with his tongue and spit and then scraped the dried dead skin off with his teeth. Of course he swallowed the skin, it would have been dangerous to spit it out.

Takashi felt a rumble in his stomach. Was that his imagination? He looked over at the obscenely enormous dildo. It would surly kill him to try to take that up inside his ass. His asshole could never be stretched that wide...he would have to tear the ass lips

Still, if he could do it, he would live. Fourteen inches...the thing would be deep in his intestine, almost up into his stomach. He could easily rupture something...still the other option was certain death. Takashi twisted on the floor, his handsome young dick flopped from one thigh to the other. Mr Fundoshi sighed contentedly, studying the young man's handsome penis and scrotum. Takashi pressed the heel of each palm into a eye and tried to clear his head. He had no choice. He had to do this. He had to fuck himself in the asshole with his immense rubber dick in order to stay alive!

"Time is flashing by like a hummingbird, Young Man."

Takashi reached over and picked up the big rubber dick. How to even begin? He bent his knees and spread his legs. He reached down and fingered his young asshole. It had been fucked raw, and even touching it burned like hell. But the hole was large and open.

"Please...give me something to lubricate the hole." He begged Mr Fundoshi. The fat man just laughed.

"Oh very well, Hiro, crawl over there and tongue the Policeman's asshole. Get it nice and spitty, he is going to need it."

"The young naked foot sucking boy pulled back at once and crawled over to the Police Cadet. He crawled between his legs and placed his pretty, young face up to his asshole. He gently held Takashi's thighs apart and began to tongue the young man's puckered red asshole. It stung for a moment, and then turned into soothing balm. The boy licked the ass lips and then thrust his tongue deep into the anal passage. The hole was well stretched from all the dick it had taken. Takashi had shit out most of the cum when he was being hosed down, but the boy still tasted traces of the gang fuck. Takashi's big swollen testicles rested on the side or the boy's face, as the kid tilted his head to get more tongue up the asshole.

"Enough romantic lovemaking. The poison is working. Begin fucking yourself at once, if you hope to live." The little boy pulled back and returned to his Master. Mr. Fundoshi signaled the boy to leave his feet and crawl beneath his huge belly to lick and suck on his balls. Takashi placed the tip of the massive plug against his asslips. It was so large as to seem ludicrous at first. Surly he could never even work the head in. His hand shook, and he pulled away. Then he felt a certain rumble ion his stomach. That one could not be imagined. Some strange feeling coursed through his body. He was slowly meeting death. He pushed the fat rubber tip at his ass. His hole burned from the gang-fucking, but the asslips were quite elastic. Takashi certainly never thought he would be wishing for his asshole to be elastic and loose. What young police cadet wishes for that? He shoved again and it would not enter.

"Please...it's too big!" He shouted at his captor.

"You are not even trying. It is going to hurt you more than anything in your entire life, but that is the price you must pay to live. Is life worth extreme pain?

Make it hurt, Policeman. Push that rubber cock up into your guts."

Takashi raised his legs and spread them. His toes curled. He grunted and growled and eventually howled, as he rammed the rubber dick head up into his asshole.

The room spun. He feared he would pass out. The pain was excruciating. He felt his asshole ripping. His chest pounded and his body was wracked with pain.

"There we go. The hard part is always getting started. Now, only thirteen and one half inches to go!"