Young Brian Dickerson did not like the taste of his brothers dick. It wasn't that it was dirty, both boys had been thoroughly bathed for their "starring" film. No, it was the Boy cock taste itself. I suppose it was more psychological than actual. More the idea of having to suck a dick...to suck the dick of your own brother...while strange men filmed the entire thing.

And then of course there was the fact that the boys' father watched. He was lashed to a chair and hooked up to an electric battery. If the ten and eleven year old boys did not comply with Mr. Black's wishes...they would send a harsh electric current through their dad's penis and balls and asshole and tits.

So Brian had to suck dick. The lights were hot and the cameras whirred. They moved in for close-up of his little boy lips slurping on his brother's cockhead. Brian wished he had been the one who was able to shoot a load. Then Pete would have to suck him.

"Very good..very good, Brian. You are a natural cocksucker," Mr. Black said. That didn't help at all. "Remove your sweet young mouth from the dick for a moment, so we can see if it is leaking. Are you leaking Pete? Such a nice big boy. You'll be fucking in no time." The camera moved in to get an even closer look at Pete's stiff red little boy penis, the foreskin pulled back tightly, the pisshole opening and closing in a kind of pre-teen erotic penis dance. A stream of pre-cum ran from the little boy's cock.

"Ah, yes, look Richard, your son is leaking like crazy. He's only shot one load in his whole life, this morning, and now look at him leaking. He is going to be a real little stud. Those little cunts in fifth grade better watch out! Or who knows, perhaps he will prefer boys...isn't it wonderful that such things are accepted these days."

Special Agent Richard Dickerson squeezed his eyes closed and prayed for the whole horrible nightmare to end. He felt the cylinder up his ass and the rod up his dick. He didn't care about his own pain, if only he could save his sons.

"Now, Brian, I want you to get down under your brother's leaking dick and get that pre-cum into your mouth. We mustn't mess up the carpet, right? I want you to slurp up that long string of pre-cum for the camera. "

Brian looked pleadingly at Mr. Black His soft smooth young face was so cute. It was especially cute in it's agony. "Please, Sir...that's yucky!" Brian moaned.

"Yes, it is, isn't it? Extremely yucky. Would you rather have us fry your father's dick?"

Little Brian shook his head. He crawled down beneath his older brother, who stood there naked and hard dicked, his body stiff and trembling slightly.

"I'm sorry, Brian..." Pete said in a very quiet high pitched little boy voice.

Brian opened his mouth to capture the long string of dick slime. It curled on his tongue and slid down into his throat. He tried not to taste it...not that it had much taste. Again, the idea of eating pre-fuck is much worse than the actual taste. But for a pre-teen tyke like Brian, it was as gross as eating snot.

Both boys were gorgeously beautiful in the harsh light and shadow of the filming. Their young smooth bodies in the fine bloom of pre-teen health made them look like figures on a classical vase. Smooth, hairless arms and legs, flat pre-teen tummies, beautifully developed asses. Sweet little boy dicks just starting on their growth spurt. Pink nipples, pink lips pink tongues, pink dick tips. Double Ganymedes waiting to become dup bearers to Seus...cock suckers to Zeus.

"Now Pete, I want you to turn around for us. That's right, back to the camera. No, no, stay down there Brian. Now Pete, I want you to reach back with both hands and spread your ass cheeks as far apart as you can." There was a melodious lilt to Mr. Black's voice.

"Don't do that, you fucking Monster. Don't do that to those boys... not that!" Richard screamed at Mr. Black, who raised one slender finger, and Jamal sent a jolt of unbearable electricity through the Agent's muscular body.

"Now, Brian, I want you to do something for me. Something special. I want you to lick your brother's asshole!" A shudder went through little Pete, who stood there holding his ass apart, his pink puckered asshole on display.

Brian's cute young face twisted up. "I CAN'T DO THAT!" he spat at Mr. Black. Then he turned his sweet face to his bound father. "DAD, I CAN'T DO THAT!"

"It's all right, Son, you don't have to!" Richard said, his jaw a hard sharp line. His fists clenched. Mr. Black raised the finger again, and the mind numbing jolts shook Richard's body in the chair.

"DAD!" little Brian screamed, pulling back in horror. The current continued. Richard's head shook, and a trickle of blood ran from where he bit his lower lip. His dick throbbed from the electrified rod shoved up his urethra. His full nipples felt as if they were burning off. Brian put his little hands to his face to hide from the sight, but he could not hide from the blood-curdling screams coming from his father. Brian got to his feet and stumbled toward Mr. Black.

"Stop it...stop it please. I'll do it. I'll do whatever you want. Don't hurt my dad!"

Mr. Black placed one hand on Brian's thin naked shoulder. He smiled down at the boy. "You give your word?" The boy nodded, tears running down his soft young cheeks.

Mr. Black raised his hand and the current was halted. Richard's body slumped in the chair, but continued to tremble for some time, sweat running from his armpits and dripping from his balls.

"You gave your word, Brian, and I trust you. Now be a good boy, go over, get down on your knees, and I want to you see lick and suck your brother's asshole. I want you to do a really good job. First lick all up and down the ass crack. Then lick all over the asshole itself. Then stick your tongue as far as you can up the hole. And finally suck on the asshole. I trusted you, and now I expect you to do your part."

"Oh God..." Brian wailed, tears now dripping form his chin onto his bony little boy chest, the camera catching all the beauty. He turned and walked over to Pete who was watching all of this over one shoulder, still spread his ass, as if he was afraid to let go.

Cute little Brian fell to his knees and tilted his head forward. He put out his little pink tongue and stared to lick up and down his brother's ass crack. What kind of monster would make little boys do such a thing?

"Up and down. That's a good boy. Now flick your tongue over the asshole itself. Lick your brother's shithole!" Brian gagged but kept on licking. Then upon further orders, he thrust his tongue into the tight asshole pucker. The taste was bitter, the feel warm and slippery.

"Fuck your tongue in and out of your brother's asshole. Go as deep as you can!" The cameras filmed.

"I'm sorry Brian..." Pete cried, and suddenly he farted. He farted right around his brother's tongue.

"Brilliant...and we caught it all on camera." Mr. Black knew they would have to loop the sound later, and he would enlarge the fart sound.

Brian pulled back, a sour look on his face. He felt about to vomit.

"Get your face back in there, or your father gets fried!"

The little boy wailed and plunged his face back into his brother's ass.

Across the city at the Facility, Police Cadet Takashi was being fist fucked. The huge rubber dildo had been removed from his ripped, raped, tortured asshole, and Timor had replaced it with his hand. He had his arm up the boy's ass almost to the elbow. He moved his fingers inside Takashi's guts. Takashi howled in agony. Mr. Fundoshi roared with laugher. "Fuck him harder...get more hand up him!"

The slender, brown muscular body of the police cadet twisted on the floor as Timor shoved more hand up the kid's horriby stretched ass. Timor formed a fist and pulled his arm out, causing some of the inner ass lining to fold out over the asslips. Takashi threw his head from side to side, sweat spraying from his slick black hair. His screams filled the room. He was no longer the macho, slightly sadistic young policeman in training. He was a thoroughly fucked slug.

"And now with your permission, Master, I will punch fuck the faggot!" Timor announced.

"Please, please, be my guest!" Mr. Fundoshi said, wiggling his ass on the face of the twelve year old boy beneath him. The poor little kid took advantage of the movement of the fat ass to breath.

Timor made a big fist and slammed it into the young man's newly formed cunt. "When I finish, his cunt will be too loose for even a horse to fuck!"

Had Lars waited too long to storm the facility? He knew a daylight approach was useless. He needed the cover of night. So he spent the day fucking the little Japanese hotel girl and calling his wife in America. At one point he chatted with his wife while his big dick slowly worked it's way in and out of the virginal asshole of the young hotel girl. He told his wife how much he missed her, while easing his wet slimy prick from the girl's ass and gently putting it into her mouth. He pressed her face into his scrotum.

"Are you okay?" His wife had asked anxiously at one point, hearing her husband's labored breathing.

"Just a little stressed over the job I have to do tonight, Baby." Lars withdrew his dick and rubbed the wet leaking head all over the Japanese girl's teenage face. Fuck slime clung to her nose and coated her lips.

"Please be careful, Sweetheart." His wife said.

"I will, Baby..." Lars put his piss hole right up against the girl's nostril and sprayed some pre-fuck up into the Japanese's sinus cavity. Now he pulled his muscular hairy legs up against his chest and pulled the raven haired beauty's face into his ass. She'd already licked his sweaty armpits and his huge floppy balls.

"I'm thinking about you, Baby and jerking my big fucking meet. I am so lonesome for you," Lars moaned to his wife on the phone...feeling the little Japanese eat his ass. "Play with your pussy so I can hear you..." he said to his wife.

If there was one thing Lars' sweet loving young wife knew, it was never to contradict her husband. He was a wonderful, handsome, really fun, caring man, but you do not cross him. He had a dark crazy side to him that his wife feared. So she kicked off her panties and started to play with her pussy.

"Is it wet, Baby?" Lars asked, grabbing the young teenage girl by the hair and ramming her tender pale face deeper into his ass. "Is your pussy wet?"

"Yes, Lars, it's dripping. It's dripping because it misses your big fat cock." It was dripping too. Lars made her so hot. It's partly why she loved him so much.

"Take your phone and shove it into your cunt. Let me hear you fuck yourself with the phone." Lars grunted and started to hump his ass into the young girls' face. Meanwhile at home across the world, his wife began to quickly fuck the phone in and out of her steaming cunt.

"I am going to fuck you so hard when I get home baby...I am going to fuck you until you can't walk for a week!" But his wife could not hear him because her phone was fucking in and out of her juicy cunt. Suddenly she came, and Lars could hear her scream. Then she put the phone back up to her face.

"I came, Lars. I came for you, Baby!" she said with ragged breath.

"Good girl. That's my good baby! Now lick your cunt juice off the phone." While Lars listened to his wife licking her pussy slop off the phone, he shot his load across his stomach and chest.. a huge mess of fuck slop sperm.

"You made me cum, Baby. You make your husband shoot his fucking load of baby sperm!" He dragged the Japanese teen out of his ass and set her to licking the cum from his groin, stomach and chest. "I'm wiping it up, Baby. If you were here, you could lick it up for me. I know how much you crave my cum."

Just a few weeks before, Lars and his wife had just sat down to dinner, when Lars got up and crossed to his wife's side of the table. He unzipped and took out his massive hose of a dick. Her jerked his dick while standing next to his wife, she being very quiet and submissive. She had learned not to question him. He jerked off onto her salad, spraying the lettuce and veggies with his fuck spray, until it was coated with yellow-white sperm. Then without saying a word, he went back and sat down. He put some dressing on his own salad from the bottle, and then set the bottle on the counter out of his wife's reach. She already had salad dressing. Lars was full of surprises like that.

He glanced out the window. It was getting on toward late afternoon. Time for a brief nap before his attack on THE FACILITY.