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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
3,459
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction about oral & anal sex between men and young boys. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Chapter 35
©2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
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Chapter 35
Date: Wednesday, February 18, 2004
Place: BPH
"Get up, you lazy son of a bitch, rise and shine!"
Kenny looks at his alarm clock. "What the fuck, Washington? It's only nine o'clock!" He throws a pillow at the unwelcome reveille.
"Come on, Hump is calling a board meeting in the dining room. Get your ass down there!" Washington goes on to the next room to deliver his cheery morning wake-up call.
Kenny stumbles into the bathroom mumbling, "Board meeting, what the hell? At this hour? I wish Jack were here.' Like everyone else in the house, he keeps in touch with Jack via e-mail, hearing all about college life. (Nelson was giggling one day; he had just heard how every week Jack did his own laundry and put new sheets on the bed.) Kenny points his dick toward the general vicinity of the toilet and, despite his groggy eyes and his morning wood, manages to get almost half of his stream into the bowl. Of course, by noon, Nelson will have his piss-splattered floor and walls as antiseptic as an OR.
Kenny wanders into the dining room, his PJs still tenting, pours himself a cup of coffee and grabs four items from the sugar food group. "Come on, Hump, what's this all about?"
"OK, now that lazybones has gotten here, I guess we can get started. Goldberg called about an hour ago. He's bringing a new boy."
Suddenly the room is wide awake! "What?" "Who is he?" "How old?" "Who's been fucking him?" "Did Goldie ask our permission to do that?"
"He'll be here soon. You can ask your questions then. All I know is he's a victim like us, and he's nine like you, Mike." Mike is the lone preteen in the house, since Dean had his thirteenth birthday earlier this month. To celebrate it, the whole house went skiing in Vermont, taking along the teachers who were on winter break from JA. They're planning to celebrate Walsh's fourteenth at the end of the month, the same way.
The boys start gobbling their breakfasts and chattering away. Arnold brings out a platter of fresh hot waffles to warm these teenage bodies on this cold late February morning.
When Goldberg's car comes up the drive (passing by Nelson who is still maneuvering the snow plow), there are fourteen young eyes staring out the windows. He parks and leads a blond lad through the front door, quickly closing it behind him. "Boys, I'd like you to meet Greg."
While Greg wolfs down some eggs and sausage, and Goldberg sips a coffee, the two of them manage to answer the stream of questions. A couple nights ago in three upstate communities around Albany, police nabbed eleven members of a child porn ring. The arrests were part of a coordinated sting involving suspects in Chicago, Florida, and Tennessee. Through an online chat room called “Kiddypics and Kiddyvids,” the members traded stills and videos of themselves with their young fucktoys. The six New York victims, including an eighteen-month old girl, were taken into foster homes. Goldberg told one of the judges he knew of a good placement for Greg.
Greg's parents have been capturing precious moments on film for over four years. Greg age 6 sucks Daddy. Greg age 6 licks Mommy's pussy. Greg age 7 felches Mommy after Daddy's friend fucks her. Daddy fucks Greg age 7. Mommy uses strapon with Greg age 8. Daddy's friend fucks Greg age 9. Greg age 9 holds friend's daughter age 5 down while Daddy fucks her. By ten, Greg was made to do it all, with everybody, live online for the world to watch.
"Shit, Goldie, you think BM knows about that chat room? You think he posted our videos there?"
"I think, if he did, the cops would have already been here."
"Can Greg sleep in my room?" asked Mike. "I got a queen size bed. Come on, Greg, I'll show you."
As easy as that, BPH embraced yet another boy into their unique fraternity.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Chapter 35
Date: Wednesday, February 18, 2004
Place: BPH
"Get up, you lazy son of a bitch, rise and shine!"
Kenny looks at his alarm clock. "What the fuck, Washington? It's only nine o'clock!" He throws a pillow at the unwelcome reveille.
"Come on, Hump is calling a board meeting in the dining room. Get your ass down there!" Washington goes on to the next room to deliver his cheery morning wake-up call.
Kenny stumbles into the bathroom mumbling, "Board meeting, what the hell? At this hour? I wish Jack were here.' Like everyone else in the house, he keeps in touch with Jack via e-mail, hearing all about college life. (Nelson was giggling one day; he had just heard how every week Jack did his own laundry and put new sheets on the bed.) Kenny points his dick toward the general vicinity of the toilet and, despite his groggy eyes and his morning wood, manages to get almost half of his stream into the bowl. Of course, by noon, Nelson will have his piss-splattered floor and walls as antiseptic as an OR.
Kenny wanders into the dining room, his PJs still tenting, pours himself a cup of coffee and grabs four items from the sugar food group. "Come on, Hump, what's this all about?"
"OK, now that lazybones has gotten here, I guess we can get started. Goldberg called about an hour ago. He's bringing a new boy."
Suddenly the room is wide awake! "What?" "Who is he?" "How old?" "Who's been fucking him?" "Did Goldie ask our permission to do that?"
"He'll be here soon. You can ask your questions then. All I know is he's a victim like us, and he's nine like you, Mike." Mike is the lone preteen in the house, since Dean had his thirteenth birthday earlier this month. To celebrate it, the whole house went skiing in Vermont, taking along the teachers who were on winter break from JA. They're planning to celebrate Walsh's fourteenth at the end of the month, the same way.
The boys start gobbling their breakfasts and chattering away. Arnold brings out a platter of fresh hot waffles to warm these teenage bodies on this cold late February morning.
When Goldberg's car comes up the drive (passing by Nelson who is still maneuvering the snow plow), there are fourteen young eyes staring out the windows. He parks and leads a blond lad through the front door, quickly closing it behind him. "Boys, I'd like you to meet Greg."
While Greg wolfs down some eggs and sausage, and Goldberg sips a coffee, the two of them manage to answer the stream of questions. A couple nights ago in three upstate communities around Albany, police nabbed eleven members of a child porn ring. The arrests were part of a coordinated sting involving suspects in Chicago, Florida, and Tennessee. Through an online chat room called “Kiddypics and Kiddyvids,” the members traded stills and videos of themselves with their young fucktoys. The six New York victims, including an eighteen-month old girl, were taken into foster homes. Goldberg told one of the judges he knew of a good placement for Greg.
Greg's parents have been capturing precious moments on film for over four years. Greg age 6 sucks Daddy. Greg age 6 licks Mommy's pussy. Greg age 7 felches Mommy after Daddy's friend fucks her. Daddy fucks Greg age 7. Mommy uses strapon with Greg age 8. Daddy's friend fucks Greg age 9. Greg age 9 holds friend's daughter age 5 down while Daddy fucks her. By ten, Greg was made to do it all, with everybody, live online for the world to watch.
"Shit, Goldie, you think BM knows about that chat room? You think he posted our videos there?"
"I think, if he did, the cops would have already been here."
"Can Greg sleep in my room?" asked Mike. "I got a queen size bed. Come on, Greg, I'll show you."
As easy as that, BPH embraced yet another boy into their unique fraternity.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.