Twenty-five year old Samuel Charlston used his gold key to unlock the door to the private executive health club in his father's office building. The sign in the window said, "CLOSED FOR PRIVATE EVENT." The private event was Samuel's. With him were young attractive executive Peter and his two sons, eight year old James and ten year old Jared. The boys were nervous and excited because it was their first time visiting their dad's work,and they got to take a day off from school to do it. Peter was nervous because he was being blackmailed and controlled by Samuel who was a devious, sick, and twisted a perverted pedophile as they came. The term Perverted pedophile may seem redundant, but while there are numerous men who appreciate young boys sexually, very few would force the boys' own father to fake dirty photos of them. Still, when Peter drugged his sons and posed them in sexual positions for the camera, they were still safe at home. Now they were with the pervert himself and to some degree, at his mercy.

"So you boys have never been to a health club? I'm surprised your dad has not taken you. They are great places. So much fun stuff to play with, and you can meet so many interesting people. We have the gym pretty much to ourselves today. I had it reserved just for us."

"Thank you, Mr. Charlston..." the very polite boys said in unison. Little James was in awe of everything, while Jared tried to pretend he knew what he was doing. Both boys were as cute as they could be with their floppy fine hair, and their little boy noses, and their full young mouths, and their wide innocent eyes. Peter was frightened out of his wits, knowing his cruel sadistic boss had something evil up his sleeve.

"I've invited a dozen of my friends in to use the pool today as well, but it's olympic sized, so there is still plenty of room for you boys to paddle around to your hearts' content." A DOZEN OF HIS FRIENDS? Peter felt a trickle of cold sweat course down his back. A DOZEN PEDOPHILE PERVERTS NO DOUBT! Peter knew that Samuel hung with a crowd of sicko's from the things he had said while Peter sucked his boss's dick. Peter was getting to be a really good cocksucker. He sucked his boss's dick almost every day. He also sat at work all day with a large rubber dick shoved up his asshole. Just that morning, Samuel had sent a package to Peter's cubicle office.

The note in the box read: "PIG: YOUR HOLE IS GETTING TOO LOOSE FOR THE ASS PLUG YOU ARE WEARING. STAY IN YOUR CUBICLE, DROP YOUR TROUSERS, REMOVED THE PLUG AND INSERT YOUR NEW TOY!" Peter knew that there were now two cameras focused on his work space, giving his boss a private show. In the box was a thick black rubber dick nine inches long and the circumference of a beer can. Just as Peter was staring at it in horror, a fellow worker came by. Peter quickly closed the box flaps and looked up at his co-worker with a smile. The kid who was a college student smile and shook his head, waving a stack of papers in his hand.

"Things just get harder and harder around here all the time...eh?" he said in a kidding way, moving on. IF ONLY HE KNEW.

Peter pushed the intercom button connecting him to his boss. "Sir, I can't do it now. There are people all around. I don't even think I can get it up me. It's too big."

"Do it now, Peter. I want no excuses. You'll just have to be careful. Now, drop trou!"

With staff working in cubicles all around him, Peter lowered his suit trousers and eased the thick white dildo out of his ass. Christ, it hurt to keep himself plugged all day at work. Every time he moved, waves of pain shot through his body. It was taking it's toll on his concentration at well. He had fucked up two big accounts in the last week. At home, his wife asked him repeatedly what was wrong. What was wrong? He had taken photos of himself with his two sons' faces pressed against his dick! That's what was wrong. He was being turned into a fucking pervert by a fucking pervert! It hurt so badly to insert the wrist thick black dick that he let out several whelps and cries.

"Something wrong, Peter," came a female voice from the next cubicle.

"No, just trying to get these folder clamps closed right..."

"Need some help?" He heard her rise from her chair.

"No, thanks, Sally, I got it! I got it!" Peter rammed the rubber dick up into his stretched rectum. Tears ran down his handsome cheeks. His cell phone rang.

"There, that's not so bad, now is it? You see that smaller dildo got you ready for the bigger black one. Now look in the bottom of the box. You will see a six inch steel rod. I want you to insert that up your pisshole!"

Do you know how much it hurts to shove a sound up your urethra for the first time? I know there are some of you out there who get off on shoving rods up your dickhole,and others of you who need to use catheters for medical reasons, but for someone who has never experienced it, it is fucking hell! Inch by burning inch Peter had to shove the steel rod up into his penis. He could not utter a sound, and several times he actually almost passed out from the excruciating pain. By the time he sat there with the dildo up his ass and the sound up his dick, he was wringing wet with sweat.

"Better put yourself back together, Dickface, people are getting up to take their morning break..." his boss had laughed, and grimacing with pain, Peter had tugged his trousers back up just in time.

And this was the man how had invited Peter's two pre-teen sons to "visit Dad at the office." They stood in the locker room, and Samuel began to strip out of his clothes.

"I imagine you boys want to hit the swimming pool right off the bat. Why don't we all swim, and then we can show you how we work out with the equipment after that," Samuel said with a big smile on his face, tossing his shirt and pants into the locker and standing facing the boys in small blue briefs. The size of his fucking perverted penis and balls was obvious. Both Jared and James couldn't help but look at it. "Peter, don't you remember, your swim suit is in locker 406. Go on and get undressed. Boys, shuck out of those clothes...last one in the pool is a faggot!" Samuel removed a pair of boxer type swim trunks from his own locker.

The boys looked around in embarrassment, not knowing what to do or say. "Eh, Mr. Charlston, we, ugh...we didn't know. We didn't bring any swim suits!"

"Don't worry about it, boys. See that sign?" Peter glared at the sign on the locker room wall. It had not been there on his previous visit. Samuel must have put it up earlier that very day.

EVERYONE OVER TWELVE YEARS OF AGE MUST WEAR A SWIMMING SUIT IN THE POOL AND GYM.
CHILDREN UNDER TWELVE MUST SWIM NAKED.

It was a fucking stupid, ridiculous sign, but for two shy, innocent little boys, it was terrifying.

"No thank you..." James stammered, to no one and nothing in particular.

"Come on, now, boys, I went through a lot of work and expense to book this club for our private event. Mustn't be shy. Not with your dad and me. Don't be little faggot sissies. Strip down, like men." And Samuel Charlston peeled down his shorts and tossed them in the locker. His fat flaccid dick swung from thigh to thigh, and his big balls made a slapping sound. He stood there with his hands on his hips and laughed. "Peter, tell your sons to get undressed."

Peter could hardly speak. His mouth was cotton dry. He felt so badly for his two pre-teen sons. "Come on, boys, nothing to be ashamed of with us. Remember up north last summer? You swam bare assed all the time."

Peter removed his own shirt and tie and kicked off his shoes. He peeled off his socks and dropped his pants. He was allowed no underwear by Samuel. His own massive fucker swung, matching Samuel's. Thankfully, Samuel had allowed him to remove the gut wrenching butt plug dildo. He had had to lick it clean before being allowed to put it in his desk drawer. Peter was keeping himself squeaky clean inside and out of late, not knowing what Samuel would next make him do.

With hungry eyes, Samuel watched the two little boys undress. There was something supremely erotic for him in the sight of little boys revealing more and more smooth, naked flesh as they removed their clothing.

Samuel felt his huge dick stating to erect. He stepped in a bit closer to the boys, so they could not miss the sight of his fuckmeat getting thicker and longer. His fuckmeat was just inches from the boys' faces. He reached down and scratched his huge nuts, making sure the boys saw that too. Then he slipped into his boxer style swimsuit.

"Put on your swim, suit, Peter, you're over twelve...and nobody wants to stare at that big swinging dick of yours." He said laughing. Then he added, "Right boys?"

The boys now stood in just their underpants. They shifted from little boy bare foot to little boy bare foot, nervous and just a bit scared. Jared reached up and scratched his shoulder. Samuel almost shot a load looking at the boy's ten year old tits and flat tummy.

"Let's lose the underpants, boys and get into the pool...what say?"

Samuel had to hold his breath as the boys peeled out or their little white briefs. Perfect pre-teen boy nudity. Pure and innocent. Slender legs, tight round little asses, flat tummies, nicely arched backs, no hair anywhere, and tiny beautiful pink little boy pricks. Jared had a good little ball sack coming, he was on the cusp of puberty...quite early at ten, but James was as androgynous as an angel...or a Vienna choir boy, or a castrati!

Their little hands quickly covered their littler pricks and balls. But they were at last bare assed naked. Peter had his own problems. He reached into the locker for the bathing suit Samuel provided only to come out with a minuscule white satin pouch. It was nothing but a dicksock! The kind of thing male strippers wear. A string to go around the waist and a little bag to hold dick and balls. A Bag so small, Peter's junk would hardly be contained at all.

"Put your suit on, Peter!" Samuel laughed. Now it was the children's turn to be thunderstruck. Their dad looked obscenely ridiculous in the white cock sock. The material was so thin the dick and sack could be seen.

"Dad!" Jared said, "You can't wear that."

"Oh, there is not use trying to convince him, Jared. Your dad is stubborn. I told him he looked stupid in it, and that it was dirty and obscene, but he likes it and insists on wearing it. I think he likes the way the other men look at him when he wears it." Samuel shrugged his shoulders in disbelief.

"Dad, please don't wear that..." Jared insisted, seemingly more concerned about his dad's dignity than his own.

"Tell him, Peter. Tell him how much you like to show off your ripped body in that little suit."

Peter wanted to cry. "It's okay, Jared. I enjoy wearing this. Lots of guys who do weights and stuff wear these." The sock was too small for dick and balls and some scrotum skin hung out the side.

"It looks like something a fucking faggot would wear to me...but it's a free world. Last one in the pool is a cocksucker!" James and Jared looked at each other and wrinkled their cute little noses at Samuel's language, but they all followed him out into the pool area. There, the boys were horrified to find a dozen men of all ages and sizes in bathing suits, waiting to greet the boys. James and Jared had to remove one hand from their genitals to shake hands with the leering men.

"You dad tells me you boys are great swimmers and divers. I want to see you boys use the diving board. Go on...show me what you can do." Samuel winked at some of his friends, who were laughing out loud at Peter's dick sock. Peter wanted to cover his crotch with his hands as well, but he knew he had better not anger Samuel. Of course to climb the ladder even to the low board, the boys would need to reveal their baby pre-teen dickies.

The lecherous men gathered around to watch. First Jared, and then little eight year old james climbed to the low board. As their feet climbed the rungs, their tiny fuckers and sacks wobbled and bounced. You could hear the men in the pool area breathing. Many of them threw hard ons in their trunks. Some gazed at the fine pink little boy pricks, but other concentrated on the smooth round melon sized little boy asses. Both boys had healthy ass globes with nice deep cracks. The perverts pictured the little boys bent over with their baby ass cheeks spread wide, so that the pedophiles could ram their swollen dicks into the puckered little rectum holes.

"Stand straight, hands up over your heads...proper diving pose..." Samuel said to Peter, who obeyed, revealing even more naked little boy body to the freaks.

"Please don't do this to my sons..." Peter said, tears running down his cheeks.

"Shut the fuck up!" Samuel snapped, then, "That a boy, Jared. What a nice big boy you are. Now let's see a really good dive. And James, you're next. Proper form now!" Samuel turned back to Peter. "Give yourself a nice big erection, Peter. I want to see a really pretty hard on in that pouch!" Peter with trembling hand reached down and began to play with himself. Four of the perverts moved in to watch him, one eye of course on the naked lads.

"Pull on your nipples while you masturbate. I want to see it really hard!"

A father in an obscene posing pouch with a spreading stain of dick leak, masturbating in front of his two little naked sons and his boss and twelve strange men? "Please don't do this..." Peter repeated over and over.

Samuel laughed. "Just keep jerking...but don't cum." Then he turned to the two boys in the pool. "I've got a great idea. Let's have pool fights. Steve, you and I will be the horses," he said to a muscular dude in his thirties.

And Jared and James, you are the knights. You ride on our shoulders and try to push and pull each other into the water."

Well, it sounded like fun. Jared climbed up on Steve's shoulders, his beautiful naked dick and sack rubbing on the muscular dude's neck. Steve held the boy's thighs and rubbed them. James was a bit shy at first, so Samuel picked up the eight year old and swung the naked little boy around behind him.

"There you go. I'm your stallion." He clamped his hands around the boy's little legs and gloried in the feel of baby boy prick on the back of his neck.

"Winner gets a professional athlete massage." The boys were soon laughing and pulling at each other. Jared tugged James off into the water first. Jared demanded a rematch, but this time Jared was to ride on the shoulders of an older fat man. All twelve men had full hard ons, but most of the perverts were now standing in waist high water near the combatants. Several of them had released their rampant dicks from their trunks and were playing with them. Little clouds of pre-fuck could be seen in the clear blue pool. Over and over the boys fought each other, riding on the backs of different men each time. The men now began to more freely feel the boys' asses as they hauled them up, or "rescued" them when they tumbled into the water. The perverts cheered the boys on. Hands "accidentally" groped little dicks and baby nutsacks.

"Come on, you can beat him, James. He's a fucking faggot..." Men shouted. Other's yelled, "Throw the little cocksucker into the water, Jared. Show him what a fucking cunt he is!" The innocent boys soon joined in with foul language of their own. It seemed right some how for them, adult and grown up. It felt kind of neat to be able to swear. Peter never allowed his children to curse. But in this case, Peter was helpless.

"I got a better idea. The riders now have to ride backward on the horses..." Samuel said, stepping up to take Jared as his rider.

"What do you mean, ride backward, Mr. Charlston?" Jared, hair plastered to his cute forehead, was trying to figure out how to ride the man's shoulders.

"You climb on the same way, but this time from the front. And call me Samuel. Mr. Charlston is my father!" He squatted in the shallow water and signaled the ten year old boy to climb on. Jared lifted one leg and put it over the twenty-five year old's right shoulder. Samuel grabbed the boy's ass tightly in his hands and lifted the boy. The boy swung his right leg over the man's left shoulder. This put his ten year old dick and balls smack dab in Samuel's face.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry...I mean..." Jared was flustered.

"No, that's fine, this will be fun..." Samuel said with a face full of pre-teen dick. "I''ve got you. Now, James you climb up on Steve the same way..hang on to our heads." Samuel gripped Jared's ten year old ass, and let his fingers dig a bit into the ass crack. Wonder of wonders, Jared's little dick began to get hard.

Things were heating up in the swimming pool, at at the side, Peter stood, pumping his huge dick which had strained the thin material of the pouch to the tearing point, a huge wet spot slick with dick pre-cum slime. The tears dripping from his cheeks matched the long strings of fuck slime hanging from his cockhead.