Lars Walker stretched his naked body until his fingers almost touched the low ceiling of the small, simple, hotel room. He dropped to the floor and procceded to execute a hundred push-ups. His hard smooth ass mounds clenched as he rose up and down. His biceps strained. For every tenth push-up, he rose up onto his fingers and did it that way. His long dangling dick sausage head touched the floor even when he was up, and his low hanging ball sack was not far behind. And when he went down, the fucker curled and lay on the ball sack. Lars had very large nuts. At one point, he even had the Marine medic check him out because he feared maybe there was something wrong with them. They were fine..in fact very healthy..but huge. It was like carrying two hard boiled eggs between your legs.

"100!" Lars rolled over onto his back, his hands rubbing his hard, tight tummy. He spread and stretched his legs and curled his toes. He then hopped to his feet put his hands behind his head and did some twists. He could smell the sweat from his armpits. On bare feet he padded over to the telephone next to the bed.

"Hai, Mr. Johnson, How may I hep you?" Came the lovely female voice in broken English. Lars' cock couldn't help but give a little jerk at her lovely sound. He had not had a fuck since sixteen year old Oi two days ago, and he was feeling horny. Lars was the kind of in shape young stud who literally had to fuck almost every day. Masturbation didn't help much. He had to feel a tight warm cunt encase his rampant dick. That put a great strain upon his young wife, of course. She had to suck him off every morning, and then he would fuck her sometime during the day. After dinner she usually sucked him again, and then they would have a nice long fuck session, often with kinks, before bed. When Lars had been in Iraq, he had almost gone nuts with the need to fuck. It's no wonder some of our heroes over there had to resort to young Iraq girl and boy pussy to keep them satisfied. A marine with aching balls cannot effectively do his job.

Lars ordered some room service sushi, then while he was waiting for his food to arrive, he sat naked at the desk and made some drawings of the compound. He negotiated his approach plan and worked out the details. He became lost in going over the plans. He memorized Taksahi's face from a photo he had taken from the apartment, just in case he ran into the Police Cadet. After all, he didn't want to shoot the good guys! He cursed the fact that many young Japanese looked all the same to him. There was a discreet knock on the door.

Lars rose and naked, walked over to the door. He put his eye to the small round spy hole. A young girl of about seventeen, dressed in a purple kimono stood next to a serving cart. Lars' dick gave a lurch. Lars crossed to the bed to retrieve his glock. He eased a cartridge into the chamber. He was about to pick up the hotel provided robe, when he changed his mind. He strode to the door, his fucker thickening a bit as he walked. Holding the automatic behind his back, he opened it with a huge smile, and almost laughed out loud at the look on the young girl's face.

Her bright young eyes started at his face, a polite smile on her pretty countenance. Then, as her eyes traveled down over his smooth chest to his six pack stomach, and then down across the forest of sandy colored hair to the root of his immense dick, the smile faded and the eyes widened.

He meant the bitch no harm. He just wanted to have a bit of fun. He smiled and stepped back, his dick getting semi-hard and dancing just a bit. "Come in, please!" he said, gesturing for her to enter.

Supremely polite as most Japanese are, the young girl made a slight bow, and controlling her embarrassment, she pushed the cart passed the American. Lars positioned himself, so that she passed very close to his growing cock. As she set the dishes upon the small table in the room, he came over to her and stood with his swollen dick only inches from her. He was sure she could smell his sweat slick body. He knew she would be offended, and that somehow made it all the more exciting. She tended to her work, but could not keep her eyes from his thick, long fuckmeat. She had never seen anything like it. And his animal smell was overwhelming for the young girl.

People have smell for a reason. It is created to attract a mate. That is its initial purpose. And in this small but lovely hotel room, nature was doing its job. Pretty, lithe, young, Moro felt her pussy getting wet. Don't get me wrong, she was a good girl. She had never fucked. She had allowed a few boys at school touch her breasts, and one to even suck on her nipples, but that was the extent of her love life. She had never had a dick in her, nor had she even seen a cock, other than on the internet. Her little heart pounded in her chest. Her cheeks grew rosy. Her hands shook as they laid out the plates of food.

Lars casually reached down and intentionally scratched his large balls. One hand still held the pistol behind his back. "You're very pretty..." he said, his voice thick with the need for sex.

"Oh, thank you, Sir!" she said with a slight bow of her head. She had finished her task of laying out the food. She didn't know where to look. She began to back toward the door. Lars smiled and allowed his hand to encircle the root of his swollen dick.

"Perhaps when I call for you to remove the dishes, you can stay and visit with me for a while." His hand wiggled his fuckmeat and it throbbed, causing a bit of wetness to appear at the head.

"It is unfortunately against the rules..." the girl's breathing was heavy. He was certain her pussy was leaking and her nipples were hard beneath the kimono. If there was one thing Lars understood in this world, it was bitches and their moods. And killing. He also understood killing.

"Sometimes it is fun to break the rules. You think about it." He chuckled and grabbed some money off t he bedside table. He held out his hand. "Here, a tip for you." Little Moro returned across the hotel room to take her tip, her breathing labored, here walk unsteady. As she reached her hand out for the bills, Lars lowered his hand until the money was held directly next to his dick. She stared down at the rampant cock as if she were looking at a rare antique. She studied the fuckmeat. Then her hand, shaking a bit, reached out for the cash. The way he held it, in order to take the money, Moro's hand would have to brush against the cock flesh.

"It's for you, sweetheart," Lars chuckled. Lowering his hand even more, so she would have to reach beneath his full sweaty ball sack to get it. Her hand hovered there, less than an inch from his swollen dick and huge nuts. Her eye lashes fluttered. She licked her lips. She had never felt this way.

Her hand continued and she felt the thick wrinkled skin of his ball sack against the back of her hand. It was strangely cool and wet with sweat. She was sure her teenage hand would smell of scrotum. Still the leathery bag had an incredible softness to it. Lars turned just a bit, and Moro felt the stalk of the erect fuckmeat thumping against her hand and wrist. She felt a flutter up deep in her virginal cunt. She had promised herself to always be honorable about sex. She would save her cunt for the boy she married. But the creature standing before her was like nothing she had ever encountered. She felt her hard nipples scratching against the rough silk of the kimono. Who was this outrageous man?

Just someone from America, innocently killing time, before the killing started.

While Lars was having a bit of innocent flirtation with the hotel girl, in the compound across the city, poor young Police Cadet Takashi had nine inches of coffee can thick dildo shoved up his mutilated asshole. He only had ten minutes left before the poison would take off her body, but he feared he simply could not take any more of the rubber cunt stuffer. Surly the person who nade this obscene dildo had no intention that it ever actually be used on cunt or asshole. A female delivering a baby was not opened this much! And young Takashi had to get it all the way up his poor ruined ass in order to stay alive.

"I..I can't get any more up me..." he grunted, his eyes pleading with his captor. "I'm tearing up my insides!"

Mr. Fundoshi chuckled and kicked the body of the naked young boy who was sucking him off. As always, the boy almost suffocated beneath the bulk of the fat man's enormous belly. "Well, Mr. Policeman, the choice is yours. If you take all fourteen inches, you get the antidote to the poison, if you do not, you die of the body polluting poison. It is a most painful, horrible death, I assure you. I tried it out on a sweet fifteen year old boy, just last week."

Takashi twisted his body and tried to force more rubber cock up his asshole. How had things come to this? Was it Karma? He cursed every evil thing he had ever done in his young life. He regretted all of the girls he had been unnecessarily rough with during sex. He cursed his bullying of both girls and boys. If only he could be given a second chance. His poor ass just could not be stretched any more. The rubber dildo was stretching his intestine, and the pain was grating!

"Please...you do it. Fuck me. Fuck my ass...please!" Takashi never thought he would ever hear himself uttering these words.

'But that wouldn't be as much fun. I prefer to see you fuck yourself. I know it's harder to do than simply relaxing and getting fucked, as you have been doing for the last few days, but there is certain thrill in watching a young man gauging the balance between his survival and the amount of pain he is willing to take to attain it. At what point does the mind shut down? At what point does the Policeman give up...surrender to death? Do you have the will to live? Can you endure body destroying torture...can you inflict it upon yourself in order to survive?"

Little ten and eleven year olds, Brian and Pete were becoming film starts. Well, their work was not available to customers yet, but it soon would be. However the screenplay for their starring vehicle had changed. They now sat very frightened indeed and stark naked as usual facing their father who was strapped to a chair with wooden arms.

Mr. Black stood behind little Pete with his hands on the boy's naked shoulders. His fingers gently worked to massage the boy's body, which Pete did not find comforting at all. In fact he wanted to cry.

The boys watched as Kinto and Jamal and two other younger Asians worked on their father. First they Secured his neck so that Richard could not move. His wrists had been taped to the arms of the chair and his calves to the legs. Kinto produced an eight inch steel dildo with wires coming from the back end. He worked the dildo up richard's asshole, while his sons winced, moaned, and pleaded with Mr. Black to please not hurt their father. Steel clamps also with long wires attached were clipped to each of Richard's full brown nipples. He grimaced but said nothing during all of this, his eyes firmly fixed on his two sons. Next a steel rod was inserted in Richard's pisshole and shoved deep up his urethra. Kinto held the fat dick lovingly as he slid the rod in deeper and deeper. Like the other implements, the rod had long wires of red and green attached to it.

The wires all converged into a single plug which was attached to a kind of large car battery with a crank. It was quite old fashioned and quaint in appearance. Brian and Pete close their eyes when the intimidating sound was inserted up their dad's dick. Mr. Black spoke for the first time.

"time to make part two of our feature film. But due to an unsuspecting surprise, we are going to change the plot of our movie slightly. We made a most delightful discovery this morning when examining the bed sheets on which you sons slept last night, Richard. Cum stains! That's right, one of your sons had his very first pubescent orgasm last night. No doubt their voracious handling of their father's huge dick during filming yesterday pushed the boy over the edge into maturity! We studied the video from the cameras in the room and discovered our "new little man" is none other than young Pete here! " Mr. Black smiled and ruffled Pete's hair. Brian looked down whether in sympathy for his brother or with shame that he could not yet shoot, we shall never know.

"So..." continued Mr. Black. "Rather than Richard being the star of Part Two...young Pete shall be elevated from co-star to STAR! " Mr. Black let his hand slide gently down Pete's little boy chest to gently pinch at one of his nipples. Richard growled in anger and tried to get out of his bound condition, only to wither with pain from the objects up his asshole and inside his dick. Mr. Black smiled and slid the other hand down, so he could now work at both the boy's tits. Pete made a kind of high pitched rattle.

"You gave your word you wouldn't hurt the boys! You promised that if I co-operated in your sick plan, you would not hurt the boys."

Mr. Black nodded. "I have no intention of hurting either one of them. Now if you all behave and follow orders. " His head swung around to stare at Brian. "Never fear, young man, you have not been forgotten. You may not be the star to today's film, cue to your lack of "cumability," but you certainly play an essential co-starring role. Oh yes, you shall be the action adventure star...the initiator of the action." Mr. Black leaned over slightly and slid one hand lower, down across Pete's quivering pale belly. His finger teased so gently right around the area just above the root of Pete's little pecker.

"Boys of this age are so special. So special right around the time of their first proper cum. The first time they unload the juice in their balls. Your nuts, little Pete are going to fill up with fuckslop non-stop for the next years. Every day new pleasure from varied kinds of sex. The need to shoot your load will almost drive you made. Don't worry, it happens to all boys. Soon, it will happen to you young Brian. I feel honored to be able to welcome two boys on the cusp of puberty into my home." Mr. Black pressed the area of Pete's dick root, and the little cock stiffened and jumped.

"Ha, you see that? So quick to erect. Just like your father. Oh, this boy is going to be a stud, Ricahrd. He's going to have every cunt in the eighth grade crawling after his prick. He'll be getting sucked off between every class." Suddenly Mr. Black grabbed Pete by the hair and tilted his head back. He put his mouth to the boy's and shoved his tongue in, swirling up an immediate slosh of spit. He kissed the boy hard and deep.

"Stop that, you fucking monster. I swear I am going to kill you! I vow, it will be the end of Mr. Black and his reign of terror." Richard was almost hysterical.

Mr. Black stood up straight, chuckling. "Okay Time to make a movie. Now here's how it goes. If you boys obey me to the letter and do everything I tell you to...no body gets hurt. If you do not obey, Jamal turns the crank of that box and re-volting shocks of electricity course through your dear old dad's body emanating from his asshole, dick and tits. All three currents join together, giving him one hell of a jolt! Care to see?"

Both boys screamed "NO!" in unison. Mr. Black looked positively defeated. 'Oh very well. On with the film then. This segment stars You Pete and co-stars you, Brian. Brian you go off camera. Pete you sit right there on the edge of your chair. Now when we meet you in this scene, you are enjoying the memory of the day before when your dad taught you how to masturbate. In fact, you are studying your beautiful little dick. So go on, look down at it and finger it. No need to be shy. It's just, you, us and the cameras. Now play with your dick and get it nice and hard. Use the other hand to rub your nipples. Keep your legs spread nice and wide so we can all see what a handsome young man you are. Now look up at the camera and give us a real winning smile. Let us see how much you enjoy masturbating. It's not every day our clients get to see two such handsome ten and eleven year olds beating their boy meat. In todays consumer society with sex reduced to plastic commercialism, and blogs about sex being written by people who know nothing about it...the sight of two angel like virginal boys flogging their pretty pink penises for the camera is rare indeed. It's a bit like entering heaven for a while. It is pure in its perversion in that it is absolutely genuine and untouched. Real!

"Smile at the camera, Pete and masturbate your dick for us. Look as if you were inviting us to come masturbate with you. Grown men with swollen leaking dicks and one beautiful little boy. Very good. Now do as your dad taught you and lean back in the chair, so you can take a finger and play with your pretty little asshole while you masturbate. Do it, Pete, or your dad gets shocked! Oh my, I don't think thee is a more beautiful sight on earth than a little boy playing with his asshole. It brings out the primitive in the little boy, the animal in the little boy. He is raw nature as he fingers his asshole and frigs his rigid pink dick. To think there are boys all over the world just like you, doing this every single morning. Before they get our of bed and shower and go down to breakfast and kiss mom and dad, they strip naked in bed and finger their moist pink little assholes and masturbate their stubby little boy fuckmeat. They don't want to fuck cunt yet, they are too young to really want that. No, they just want to play with their assholes. They wish they could stay in bed, under the covers all day in that secret place shoving first one then two fingers up their pre-teen assholes and jerking harder and harder on their fuck sausages.

"But on with the action! Suddenly Pete, you hear a sound. You are afraid that it might be mom. You stand up in alarm. Take your hand away and let us see your stiff little dick standing up so proud and tall. You are afraid you will be called a "fucking dirty little boy!" Pete looked about to burst into tears. Ricahrd's heart went out to his son.

"But there is no need to be worried. It is only your dear brother and masturbation mate, Brian! Okay Brian, enter the picture. Play with yourself as you walk. Okay now you two brothers, greet each other. Kiss each other on the mouth..open mouths like yesterday, and masturbate each other's dicks hello! Remember your dad's safety depends on a good performance."

Have you ever seen two pre-teen boys tongue kiss and masturbate each other? It is a most beautiful sight. It's not like when teenage boys in the full bloom of their sexuality do it. OH no, this is much more delicate. Much more hesitant. They touch each other as if they fear they will break something. Their little fingers gently move the penis skin and rub the dick head. They want to be careful not to harm their brother in any way. But son both dicks were red with lust. Mr. Black kept them spit kissing for over two minutes without pause. It looked at one point as if the fucked up little boys would eat each other's faces. Mr. Black ordered them to lick each others faces all over. At that the boys balked, so a mild yet impressive shock was administered to their father. His screams rang through the penthouse. After that, the boys licked face like there was no tomorrow. Both beautiful little boy faces were dripping with spit Tears mingled with the spit and it was delicious to look at. Meanwhile they pumped each others' pricks.

"Now the change to the script. Originally, you boys were to learn about the pleasures of oral sex by practicing on your father. But this morning's events gave me a creative idea. Step back from each other boys. Hands off dicks. Smile at the camera. Now, Brian, because Pete has just developed the ability to shoot a load, we are going to celebrate by having you suck his dick! I know this is your fist dick-suck Brian, but I want a professional job here.! "

Brian burst into tears. He covered his face with his hands and sobbed. He turned and tried to run from the room, only to be caught by Kinto. The Asian man took advantage of holding the boy to slide a finger between the kid's ass cheeks and up into his asshole. Kinto had never wanted anything so badly in his whole miserable life than to fuck these two beautiful American boys. Brian screamed that he could not do it. That it was a sin. That it was sick. That it was gross! He tried to wiggle out the the arms that held him, allowing Kinto to work in a second finger. He tried to bite Kinto's arm. He spit at Mr. Black and said he hated him.

Mr. Black waited and then signaled Jamal to have a go at the crank. Richard's strong muscular body trembled and shook in the chair. His eyes rolled up in his head. He bit his lip and blood ran down off of his chin. His head vibrated from side to side as the electricity shot through his body. Brian opened his mouth in silent horror and at once became docile. His body trembled along with that of his dad. Finally the torment ceased.

"Now where were we? Oh yes, Brian you are going to get down on your knees and suck on your brother's dick.