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The school's hallways are eerily quiet, students and staff have long gone home for the evening. Behind the blacked-out windows of the Principal's office, tucked into the school's front desk, the only remaining three people in the entire building are hidden away. The schools delinquent, Liam, has been forcefully gagged, the tie of the co-principal is wrapped and shoved past his teeth, the knot forcing open his jaw and letting the whiney vocalizations deep in his throat spill free along with the drooling spit across his chin. The maroon colored cloth a complementing undertone to his ruddy cheeks and puffy, glassy eyes.

The eldest of the two men stands just behind him, broad chest pressed against his shoulder blades as he hoists the boy up from beneath his knees, forcing his legs open. Hes been entirely stripped, lithe bare chest straining as the co-principal steps forward to press him between their two eager bodies, feeling the rough wrinkles of the principal's suit jacket against his exposed skin. The school's frequent trouble-maker is reduced to pathetic muffled whimpers as he's been jostled, he can feel the blunt head of his principal's drooly cock press hotly against his fluttering rim. Its only a gentle kissing touch just before it turns sudden and rough, sliding home in one swift cant of the mans hips into his own. Liam clenches down hard, squealing behind his cloth gag and throwing his head back to drape over the man's shoulder but it only works to force a gravely, appreciative groan from deep within his principals chest that rumbles from behind him.

His gut clenches and coils in a tight knot from inside him, he feels his body squirm in retaliation against the hard length now deeply nestled within, twitching and prodding at his internals. Liams swollen rim mouths against the base of it, trying to force him out but it sends odd twitchy shockwaves that race up the teens spine, causing his toes to curl to the pads of his dangling feet. He feels his walls cling to the mans cock as he drags it back out until just the fat head is forcing open his hole, and it felt like all his twisting insides would spill from out of him. But they never did.

Instead, his co-principal reached beneath him and with large gruff hands, further pulling apart the boys ass-cheeks, stretching Liams once puckering rim even more open and loose. It was humiliating to hear the wet noises his debauched ass made as his principal continued to swirl just the head of his cock inside of him. it was almost beginning to become pleasurable, his body relaxing enough to gape open, leaving his insides that sat heavily on his gut to drool his slick arousal from out of him. Even the clenching in his abdomen released enough for the shivery, tingling pleasure to squirm under his skin and settle into his concave belly.

Its only a fleeting reprieve, because his co-principal rocks his hips forward to force the tip of his own hardened cock inside. The pressure is immense and Liam is given no time to adjust before he's forced down onto them by his hips. He manages a breathless cry as they spear him open, the hard lengths of their shafts squeezed together by his clenching inner walls. Between his rapidly pulsing insides being forced into and the unsynced greedy thrusts of his principals stretching him open to take them in deeper, something feverishly hot settles into his abdomen. With every squelching repetition of their cocks delving past his gaping rim the pressure builds until the searing hot sensation feels as though its splitting Liam in two. His all but forgotten cocklett now pressed between his and his co-principals body twitches before shooting the pathetic load of pubescent cum his body can produce.

The two men hardly faulter, the youngest rumbles something to his coworker that makes Liams face and ears burn with shame. But they dont stop, if anything the clenching of his muscles force their cocks in deeper, and every thrust punctures deep inside of him. Its with great horror that Liam notices the way the skin beneath his navel contorts in time with their thrusts, creating a swelling bulge that writhes with the outline of their fat cocks. He wants to yank his head back, to look at anything else except his insides being rearranged but his neck is forcefully held in place by his principals large hands that reach up from under him to further force his legs impossibly apart.

The boy already came yet his little prick remains hard, swollen and red where the tip keeps being rubbed against his co-principals suit jacket, smearing oozing precum. Theres an ache deep within him that even the aftershocks of his unwanted orgasm cant muffle. Its magnified tenfold with every hard thrust the two men make. Everytime one enters another pulls free with a loud slick pop and it feels like hes being torn apart and his insides beatened into a pulpy mess.

The pressure continues to build even past what Liam had hoped was the threshold, creating a mental fog of immense pleasure. Hes drooling excessively, the tied knot a sponge of wet spit that dribbles down his neck. He feels like nothing but a warm, wet hole for his principals to fuck into and turn inside out at their discretion.

And when the pleasure crests over yet another threshold and the pulsing sensation that courses down his spine and into his near purpled cocklett is like lava. Liams muscles cant even muster the energy to clench down, only to gape themselves open and take whats given, leaving the deepest most sensitive part of him to be pulverized. 

The men huff and grunt like animals in his ears, fingers tips gripping bruisingly with the single-minded determination to force themselves in deeper. The boys broken cries fall on near deaf ears. They pay no mind to his contorting body as they press themselves closer, practically folding him in two. 

Its the youngest to finish first, the co-principals cock splitting him open as he gives it one final firm thrust to bury himself in deep, spurting thick, fat loads straight into Liams beaten internals. And as they pull free, slick and cum spills from inside of the boy, his swollen, twitching rim stretched wide with nothing to clench itself around so its left to gape and ooze open. The eldest plunges his cock in before pulling it all the way out in quick repetitions, listening to the viscous squelching of Liams loose hole sucking him in.

And as the principal cums at last, Liam can feel it slosh from inside of him, creating just enough pressure for the final searing orgasm he can physically muster. It rips through him in a horrible writhing motion that sends his muscles spasming. He cant hear the wet noise of his winking hole spluttering whats left of his principals cum from inside him over the sound of his own wailing moans. 

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His cute son sits on the tiled bathroom floor, his face flushed and his eyelids flutter, pupils blown with hardly contained concentration. The father can hear the sounds of the agressive vibrations of the silicone cock stuffed into his boys weeping cunny paired with the fat knob of a butt-plug as they pulse inside him relentlessly.

His pale belly is swollen just beneath the navel, bulging with his filled bladder. The sons quivering legs are draped open at his fathers command. His cute, pearl of a clit peeks from under its hood, fat with arousal. His father watches him, rubbing the leaking tip of his cock, watching as his baby boy desperately holds in his bursting bladder. His legs twitch with every rhythmic pulse, desprate to close them to make it easier but he cant. Slick drools from his pretty blushing pussy, perfectly angled so his father can watch it flutter and clench down onto the penetrating cock.

Its too much, yet the pressure of holding in his impossibly swollen gut full of piss wont let him cum. "Daddy, Daddyyy pleease." his meek voice cracks and his lashes catch on his tears. At last the man lets the young boy cum. He cries out, knees knocking together as his hips jerk forward, his wet cunt clenches down hard against the vibrating phallus, forcing it further into him and pressing it against his bladder from the inside. A hard, hissing stream of hot piss shoots out of him, creating a fastly growing pool just under his feet. It splutters messily as the boys untouched clit winks with the force of his orgasm.

The scene is made all the more delicious by the sons unfiltered gasping moans as he writhes against the cold tile until absolutely nothing is left. Even the vibrating cock spills from out of his now gaping cunny, dripping with his gushing slick. The boy sits limp in his own puddle of piss, knees falling open so his still hard father can gaze at the aftermath undeterred.

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He's hardly been able to hold anything down.

Kept home from school, Calebs parents left him in the care of his older brother for the day before leaving to go to their respective jobs. Hes a little bummed to have to stay with his brother than someone like his Mom, who would no doubt be dotting over him the entire day. But atleast he gets to laze around on the couch and watch TV.

The queasyness comes a goes, and hours into midday his older brother emerges from his room, meandering into the livingroom in only a t-shirt and boxers. Caleb hardly pays him any mind, keeping bundled up against the arm of the sofa, his cartoons a quiet hum in the background. It catches him in surprise when his brother leans over him to clasp a hand against his forhead, before moving it to rest against his cheek. "Man, you're hardly burning up." He teases and Caleb should know better than to think he'd ever be sincere for once. "I bet your ass isnt even sick. Just wanted a day off from school." Pouting, he pulls his face away. "I am sick! I threw up—all morning!" He coughs pitifully, just to be sure. His brother snorts. "Of course you did. Bet you're excited to stay home all day with me, yeah?"

The hand that had been against the boys cheek now tangles into his soft hair, tugging ever so lightly. A warning, of sorts. Caleb shivers, but not from his alleged illness. His older brother likes to play strange games when their alone, theyre rough and mean and Caleb has grown to resent them. He attempts to pull his head away and duck back into his covers but all at once the tugging turns to wrenching. The teen smiles crookedly at him. "C'mon, babyboy, I'll make you feel better." He hates those names, he hates the way his stomach churns when he calls him by them. But theres nothing to be done, the sharp stinging of his scalp causes tears to well into his eyes and he fights to blink them away. The teens free hand worms itself down his boxers and pulls free his fattened length from the slit. Its tip leaks, and Caleb can smell the teenage musk as he cants forward to press it against his cheek. Caleb's gut clenches and he reflexively jerks his head away, but his older brother leans forward, pressing his knee onto the couch to cage the small boy inbetween his legs.

"Go on, Caleb." He sneers between clenched teeth. The weeping cockhead presses against Calebs lips before breaching past and immediately plunging down into his throat. he heaves around the intrusion but it only opens his mouth up for more of his length to thrust in deeper. It bulges against his neck as the teen punches it in and out of his younger brothers spluttering mouth. His gagging does nothing but massage the throbbing cock lodged in his airway. But Caleb can feel something swell in the base of his throat.

He desperately claws at his brothers hips, trying to yank his head away. His brother grunts, gripping the boys head by the strands of his hair and forces it down to spear his length past his beaten uvula in one swift thrust. His cock shoots thick spunky ropes of his teenage cum straight down his throat, keeping his head buried into his pubes.

All at once Calebs chest makes a hollow noise and his shoulders convulse, jerking him forwards and clenching his hands into his brothers boxers. The hot liquid surges forward from deep within him, and he nearly chokes on it when the teens cock leaves no room for it to escape, but the force of it causes spurts of it to shoot from the corners of his mouth and out of his nose in a mixture of clear snot and vomit. Caleb gushes his scolding stomach contents over the fat cock impaling him, causing it to dribble down his neck and his brothers legs in fat rivulets. Its yellowish and viscous, and the white globs of cum spill between his lips, mixing into the quickly spreading puddle on the livingroom floor. Jerking his cock free from his little brothers vomiting mouth, he watches in silent shock as another rush of gurgling liquid pours from out of him and onto his feet. Its nothing but burning, sheer colored stomach acid at this point, and Caleb gags on it.

He's quaking and limp, cute flushed face covered in his own cocktail of bodily fluids, it drools down his neck and stains the collar of his shirt, tears burn his warm cheeks smeared with snot. Its by all accounts repulsive but the older teen cant look away, and his defaced vomit smeared cock makes a valiant effort to harden for a second time despite his visceral disgust. It was no worry for him, though. They had the full day to themselves to explore this new, even more fun addition to their game anways.

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Little guy gets stuck headfirst after sneaking off from his parents in their newly refurbished house. The two repair men surveying the home find him and undress him from the waist down. They tease him, groping his exposed rump and tickling his fluttering rim with the tips of their fingers to watch it clench and pucker.

"Look at his little boy-hole blowin' kisses at us! How cute." his fat dangling legs kick, and he sways his pudgy boyish hips to try to get away, but hes firmly lodged in place and entirely at the strangers mercy.

They lick and suck at their fingers before pressing them into his impossibly tiny hole, taking turns watching it mouth against their knuckles, curling them against his underdeveloped prostate just to hear him whine. His flushed rim twitches as they swirl their fingers inside him, eagerly stretching him open to expose the tots pinkish insides to their greedy eyes. 

They'd push their fingers in only to quickly yank them away and watch as his swollen rim gaped open, fluttering around nothing. One man forced apart his pale cheeks to further expose his drooly hole, letting the other take pictures of it as it winked in time with the little boys hiccuping cries. They found it more than amusing to watch his exposed rump squirm when theyd prod at one place and his little toes curl when theyd grope at another.

The worst was when theyd tickle their fingers over the most senstive parts of him. Trailing their fingertips across his pudgy perineum up to his taint not stopping until the tots sides heaved and his whines became breathless. His pale backside was flushed ruddy red, dimples of their groping hands across his skin and his loosened rim oozed their spit. Nothing but the squelch of his winking hole and the shutter noise from their phone cameras interrupted them. 

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They're so cute together.

Thats what Dillan thinks after he invited his nephew, Bentley, over to baby-sit him, and better yet, introduce him to his new pet dog. A young intact male Akita named Bruce. They got along just as he hoped, nearly inseparable by the end of the day. And when it came time for Bentley to leave, he promised the next time Bentley got the chance to come over, that he and Bruce would get all the time in the world to play together.

Dillan is sure to deliver that promise now that his nephew has returned to stay for the weekend. They're out in Dillans humble patch of grass he calls a backyard. He doesnt get more than a few feet of outdoors for his villa, especially with the nieghbors houses right next to eachother, but its privately fenced and relatively comfortable. Dillan sits in a patio chair, something cool to drink resting in his hand as he watches Bentley and Bruce play. In only the few months hes had Bruce hes grown impressively. Hes a big dog to Dillan and an absolute beast to his small nephew.

He plunders around chasing Bentley, tongue lolling excitedly. Hes mottled gray and white, and his thick curled-in tail wags with utter delight as Bentley rough houses in the grassy yard with him. Dillan watches, taking steady sips as they play. He's watching to make sure Bruce doesnt take it too far and accidentally hurt little Bentley, is what he'd say if anyone had asked him. But in reality its nothing more than enjoying the way his dog can easy knock around his nephews young body, pining him down with nothing more than his front two paws to do whatever he pleases. and up until now all that Bruce wanted to do was lick Bentleys sweaty face with his large, drooly tongue until hes breathless and squealing. "Uncle Dillan! Help!!" Bentley cries out between giggling fits, his little legs kicking up at the dogs exposed belly but it does nothing to stop the assualt.

And maybe Dillan chooses to watch it happen for a few moments too long, to see what would happen if he gave Bruce enough time to really have his way with him. But instead, the dog simply flops down on top of him, rolling over and smothering the boy in his thick fur. Finally, Dillan gets up from his chair to blow a whistling call at Bruce who jumps up off of poor Bentleys smushed body, clothes stained with grass and covered in dog fur.

The dog comes up to Dillan to circle around his legs, looking up at him with large questioning eyes. Dillan reaches down to gently pat him on his large flat head, a reassuring gesture. His nephew is soon to follow, fully recovered from his ordeal and excitedly scampering over. Dillan chuckled at the young boy's rumpled appearance, his parents would no doubt freak about having his nice in-door clothes so muddied. "I think thats enough backyard time for the both of you." He ruffled Bentleys soft mop of hair, who stuck his bottom lip out with an​ 'aww' noise. Even Bruce's triangular pointed ears flopped down in a sad expression. "You can have all the fun you want tomorrow when we go to the park," he assured, leading the two back inside through the sliding-glass door, closing it just behind them.

"But right now, you need a bath." And before his energetic nephew could react, and no doubt bolt away, he scooped him up into his large arms. Bentley squirmed. "Mm-mm! I dont wanna!" He whined, but his uncle's firm hold around his waist didnt budge. "Thats too bad, bud." The stairs up to the second floor creaked with their shared weight as he ascended them. Bruce on his heels, looking up at them with a curious tilt of his head. "I agreed to let you rough-house with Bruce if you promised to take a bath afterwards—a deals a deal, Benny." ​Dillan sing-songed, not at all phased at Bentley's pouting. His bathroom was just down the short hallway at the landing.

Dillan placed his nephew down onto the sink counter-top, his little feet dangling. Bentleys face was still fixed in a lipped pout, his dirt smeared cheeks puffed and his arms firmly folded against his chest. "How bout' this," Dillan offered as he bent to turn the knob of the faucet to start the warm, running water. "I'll make it a quick one, and if you behave the entire time...I'll get you an extra bowl the icecream for dessert." He stood up, hands on his hips in a faux act of authority. Dillan was rarily ever strict with anything, not bedtimes or desserts, spoiling his only nephew in every way possible. But he still had to actually take care of him, which meant bathtime was inevitable for the both of them.

Bentleys face faultered before breaking entirely into an eager nod. "Okey dokey, Uncle Dillan." He smiled gap-toothily up at him.

The bathroom mirror was fogged with curling wafts of steam as Bentley splashed around in the filled tub, his hair soapy. Dillan was bent over, shirt sleeves rolled up and his elbows resting on the edge. "Come back here so i can wash the suds out of ya'." He pulled Bentley back over to his side of the tub by his by his waist, his naked wet body sliding over the porcelain with no resistance. Bentley giggled wildly as warm water was dumped over his head, soapy bubbled cascading over his back and shoulders. "Alrighty, all done." Dillan murmured before pushing himself up with a grunt. "See? That wasnt so bad." Grabbing the folded towel, he opened it wide and motioned his nephew out of the tub. Bentley stood, before suddenly shaking his wet hair, like a dog would, and sending thousands of water droplets flying. Dillan laughed heartily, sheilding his face from the barrage. "You punk—!" He dove forward to wrap the towel around Bentleys head to put a stop to his shaking, rapidy rubbing it over his hair to dry it off before moving steadily down his slim backside. When the boy was moderately dry, and most importantly clean, Dillan draped the towel over his shoulders and went to grab a fresh set of clothes only to find he'd forgotten to even bring them from upstairs.

He glanced to Bentleys naked, pale body entirely uncove​red. He could make the boy get them himself, he thought of watching him decend downstairs entirely nude for his uncles perverted eyes to ogle, his naïve and excitable nephew would be none the wiser to it. But even the slimmest chance of his neighbor's catching a glance of him was to much for Dillans liking. No, he'd just have to grab them himself. "Kay' bud, stay there and I'll be right back." Bentley nodded, shaggy hair bouncing as Dillan turned to leave. Bruce had been waiting by the door, ever so clingy to his favorite little boy. Dillan paid him no mind as he left to grab Bentleys clean clothes.

When the man returned, he noted that he had left the door to the bathroom ajar, and the young Akita was no longer at his usual spot. He paused at the top of the steps, folded clothes tucked under his arm as he leaned past the threshold to look into the open door. Dillan could see Bruces wagging gray tail and hear Bentleys childish giggling. His curiosity peaked, he moved forward to push past it. There, sitting on the edge of the tub, Bentley had Bruce between his slim thighs, The dog was stood on his hind legs with his upper body balanced against the boys chest so he could crane his neck upwards and lick at Bentleys chin. Laughter erupted each time he lapped across his nephews neck.

That wasnt what gave Dillan pause, instead, it was what was pressed between their two bodys. Bruces large, reddish pointed cockhead peeked from out of his sheath, twitching with interest as his hips canted ever so slightly with every movement Bentley made. His first instinct was to feel possesive that his own dog was attempting to steal Bentley from right under him, and a bit butthurt that it was actually working. But there stood an opportunity in this predicament, and Dillan was sure to use it to his advantage. The man leaned against the bathroom door after shutting it behind him, arms folded and clean clothes abandoned.

"I think Bruce likes you." Bentley, peeked over at him. "Of course! We're the bestest friends, right Bruce?" He ruffled the dogs thick mane of fur around his neck and Bruce's hips stuttered in excitement. "I think he really, really, likes you. Even more than best friends." The young boy paused, tilting his head. "More than bestest friends?" He asked, curiously. He never knew there was something more than being best friends. His uncle nodded. "He sure does, and I can prove it." Dillan stepped forward, his voice a deep rumble in his chest. Bruce made a noise of discontent, eyeing him as if to size him up, the only thing holding him back was the familial loyalty his breed was so known for. But Dillon was more than willing to share if it meant he could finally have what he wanted out of his sweet nephew.

"Get on all fours in front of me, Bentley." He motioned the boy forward. Bentley didnt bother to question him, all too excited to see what 'more than friends' with Bruce would look like. Was it a new game? He often got on all fours to imitate a dog and play pack with Bruce, maybe this was going to be like a game of pretend! Bentley did as he was told, pushing out of Bruce's eager hold to get on his hands and knees, entirely naked. Dillan chuckled as his nephew swayed his boyish hips, like he was wagging an invisible tail.

Bruce was more than excited, now.

With Bentleys bottom at his height, and facing him, he shoved his eager muzzle forward to press it between his cheeks. Bentley squeaked, his cold wet nose and stout whiskers tickling against his tailbone. "Ah—Bruce, that tickles!" He tried to turn his head around to tell the dog off, but his uncle kneeled to grab him with both hands to stop him. "Hold still, bud." He mumbled, bringing one of his hands down to grope his growing hard-on in his pants. "Bruce wants to show you just how much he likes ya'." Bentley whimpered as a warm, flat wet tongue lapped against his puckered rim. It slobbered against his taint in quick, long licks.

The more Bruce got a taste for the boy, the more he wanted him. Dillan could tell by the fattened legth of his red doggy cock, completely pushed out of its sheath and hung heavily between his legs, swaying the force of his licking. Bentley moaned in earnest, collapsing onto his elbows, ass up for Bruce to continue to lick in deep. His slick hole fluttered, sucking in the long tongue. Each time Bruce would pull himself free Dillan could hear the obscene wet, noise the boy's clenching rim made as it suctioned around nothing but drooly spit.

The mans cock ached, and he finally pulled himself free, letting it flop heavily onto Bentleys sweaty face. His nephew made a noise of confusion, looking up through his lashes at his uncle. "See how much i like you too, Benny?" Dillan mumbled through clenched teeth, stroking a hand from the base up to his swollen, weeping head. "Swallow it, baby boy, c'mon." Before Bentley could answer, he forced a thumb past his lips, wrenching open his jaw and placing his fat tip on the boys cute pink tongue. Bentley did as he was told, blindly following his uncle's lead in this new game of his.

His throat contracted around the throbbing length. At last, Bruce was satisfied, giving Bentley one last long lick. Rearing up on muscled haunches, Bruce pushed himself ontop of the boys smooth back, mounting him. Bentley jerked in surprise, humming around his uncles cock, causing fat globs of precum to dribble from his drooly slit. Dillan groaned, reaching down to comb strands of his soft hair between his fingers. "Go on, boy. He's all your's." Huffing, Bruce dragged his thick cock over Bentleys slickened rim, feeling as it puckered against him.

With a few false-starts, he guided the spear shaped tip of his cock into the boys twitching hole, forcing it in with one smooth powerful thrust of his hips. Bentley cried out around his uncle's shaft, feeling Bruce nestled deep inside him. The dogs cock felt so different from his uncles, veiny and swollen as it throbbed from within him. With animalistic eagerness, Bruce pounded into the boy. The loud plap of his loose wet hole and the dogs fattened low hanging balls magnified tenfold in the enclosed bathroom.

The force of Bruces humping rocked the boys body forward, forcing down more of his uncles cock into his throat. Bentley whined between gags, trying to push his hips back to meet Bruces thrusts. Something fat swelled at the base of his cock, and with every rocking motion it forced itself past Bentleys rim, but only enough to stretch it wide before being quickly pulled back out with a slick audible pop.

Each thrust pounded the wide, bowlish head of the dogs cock into the little button of Bentleys prostate, who shivered and squirmed with every repetition. His own small cocklett twitched, hardening so that the tiny flushed tip peeked from his foreskin. It ached in an unfamiliar way and he so badly wanted to reach down to touch and rub it, but trapped between his uncle and his dog, he was left to endure the throbbing between his legs.

They both paid no mind to Bentleys own pleasure, entirely occupied with reaching their own; pounding into his guts and milking his undeveloped prostate until it hurt, forcing his untouched cocklett to drool slick watery precum, begging to be touched. None of them cared for his whiney cries as they speared him from both ends.

With one final hard thrust Bruce forced the swollen knot into the boys gaped hole, nestling it in deep as his cock throbbed and emptied itself into his guts. With no where to go, the thick doggy cum sloshed inside of Bentley, plugged up by his large knot.

Dillan was soon to follow, gripping his nephews head to push him down to the root of his shaft and spurt hot ropes down his gaging throat. With Bruces fat cock sitting heavily on his bulging stomach, the pressure felt near bursting and it all settled right on top of Bentleys throbbing boy-button. He cried out, pulling his face free to let himself topple over, his hips held up only by Bruces length lodge inside of him. The dog stood on its own paws, awkwardly shuffling around until their butts faced eachother, attached by his swollen knot.

"Uncle, it huurts." Bentley whimpered. "What does baby? Is it Bruce?" Dillan cooed, wiping the cum that had drooled from the corners of his nephews lips. He shook his head before slowly tilting himself onto his back on the tile floor, the bulge under his navel jiggled as Bruces cock moved inside of him. The head of his tiny prick was swollen purple, and every throb sent shudders across his body. "I see." Dillan rumbled humored, "You want Uncle Dillan to touch your needy cock?"

Bentley didnt know what these words meant but he couldnt care, all he knew was the sloshing pressure deep within him did nothing but ache at the base of his prick. His uncle's large rough hand slid over his belly, reaching down to pinch the base of his shaft between his fingers. Bentley cried, hips stuttering. The man thumbed oved his weeping slit, rolling his foreskin across the swollen head. It was too much! He felt like he was going to explode. Dillan continued to carefully pump the tiny tip of his nephews cocklett between his fingers.

He was so small in his palm that the man could easily glide a spair finger down his taint to rub at his slobbery fluttering hole. Dillan could feel where the slim shaft just under Bruces knot entered inside of the boy. With gentle, put firm pressure Dillon pushed the tip of his finger past Bentleys rim and nestled it just besides the dogs knot. All at once the boys cock shuddered, his toes curling as the force of his orgasm pushed the fat knot out of him, watery dog cum spilled free, splattering as his gaping hole winked around nothing.

Bentley let out a long, stuttering moan. It was so easy for Dillan to force more of his fingers inside of his nephew, basically scooping out what was left of Bruces release, watching as his flushed rim mouthed around his wrist, dribbling cum and slick down his arm. "I think you're gonna need another bath, benny."

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Its blistery and cold outside as ten year-old Aiden waits for his parents to arrive and pick him up from school. He can feel the tingling numbness in the tips of his ears and the very edge of his nose. Hes waved goodbye to all of his friends, and soon he's the last remaining student in the courtyard for pickup.

Aidens teacher, Mr. Evans, who had been overseeing student dismissal, gently clasps him on the shoulder. "Lets wait inside to warm up for a bit." He offers, tucking the boy under his arm to guide him through the schools front doors. Aiden feels thankful to finally be back inside even if their buildings shoddy heating is less than desirable, leaving the hallways drafty.

They arrive back into his classroom, the lights dim and the desks empty. Its not the first time Aidens parents had been this late, it was a routine he and Mr. Evans had gotten familiar with. Aiden found he really enjoyed the mans company. From inside the classroom they can feel the cold seeping in through the cracks of the fogged windows, creating wafts of chilly air. Aiden makes for his own desk, backpack still in hand before his teacher waves him forward.

"Its cold back there, come sit with me, Aiden." He pulls open his long jacket and pats his knee to invite the boy over to sit in his lap, its a more than a rare gesture and Aiden cant resist. He drops his backpack by his desk before hurrying over, climbing up onto Mr. Evans lap.

He sits with his back to the classroom and into the warmth beneath the man's coat. Its awkward at first, Aiden shuffles to get comfortable, but as his teacher pulls his jacket back over them and rests his free hand against the boys waist, Aiden finds it comes naturally for his body to list against him. Mr. Evans shuffles with the papers at his desk, begining to grade each one thoroughly.

Aiden can feel his cheeks flush as he soaks up their shared body heat. he listens to the scratching of pencil against paper as his teacher grades their schoolwork, he can feel the mans much larger chest rise and fall from under him as he breathes steadily. Internally, Aiden sort of hopes his parents would forget to pick him up entirely just so he can spend the rest of the day drapped beneath Mr. Evans' coat and pressed against his side.

Emboldened, Aiden nuzzles his cold nose into the mans neck just under his suit collar. Breathing in deeply he can smell the faint cologne he wears and it makes his chest flutter in a funny way. It feels like his insides are all melty, yet despite being more comfortable than ever he cant seem to stop fidgeting. The mans knee sits between his thighs and anytime Aiden rocks forward something tingles between his legs. He grinds down, chasing after the sensation. His teacher shifts beneath him, and the sounds of his writing ceases in a moment of contemplation.

Suddenly the mans arm that was rested against Aidens waist tightens, forcing his knee further inbetween the boys thighs as he holds him closer. He begins to bounce his leg, like he was simply tapping his foot in thought. But the movement causes Aidens hips to stutter and he gasps as the tingling sensation coils hotly in his gut. Aiden lets his head rest heavily against him, little fingers curl into his teachers suit. Mr. Evans' laugh rumbles in his throat and Aiden can feel his face flush in embarrassment, but when he tries to stop his hips from grinding down his teachers broad hand gropes at his sides urging Aiden to keep going.

Mr. Evans resumes his grading, bouncing his leg inbetween his squirming and panting students thighs. Its burning hot where their bodies touch, and the cold draft inside the room can no longer reach them. Aidens hard little prick tents his pants, every rocking motion creates tingling friction but its nothing more than teasing. He wants to reach down to touch himself, to relieve that aching between his legs but hes stuck pressed against his teachers chest, unable to do anything but meekly rock his hips with the motions.

Mr. Evans pays attention to nothing but his papers, firmly keeping Aiden under his arm. He can feel his students cute twitching cocklett against his thigh, a leaking wet spot gathering at the crotch of the boys pants and along his suit collar where drool dribbles from his whiny lips. When the final paper is graded, Mr. Evans finally shifts Aiden to sit properly in his lap, giving the boy his full attention.

Aiden can feel the mans own hardened fat length beneath his trousers, and he eagerly presses them together. "Such a clever boy," His teacher groans, both hands resting at his slim sides, grinding their hips together. "You know how to get just what you want, dont you?" The friction of their pants is almost too much, bordering on painful but after ages of just humping Mr. Evans bouncing leg Aiden welcomes it.

But he doesnt have to endure it for long, as his teachers broad hand reaches between them to slide beneath the boy's shirt. The tips of his fingers are cool and it sends shivery sensations down Aidens back as he pushes it past the waistband of his pants, cupping his weeping cocklett.

Any ounce of shame is lost as Aiden eagerly bounces his hips to grind against the palm of Mr. Evans hand. His teacher chuckles warmly, leaning forward to mouth beneath the boys jaw, rough stubble tickling sensitive skin. Every part of him feels extra sensitive, alight with sensations like a live wire.

Mr. Evans manages to fully push Aidens paints down to his knees, exposing his throbbing prick, it bobs with the force of the boys needy friction-seeking thrusts. The teacher is quick to pull open the fly of his own trousers, his own swollen fat length eagerly twitching, pearly precum dribbles from the slit. Tipping backwards, the seat of the chair squeals until Mr. Evans can comfortably hold Aiden on top of him.

"Go on, you know what to do." His voice rumbles deep in his chest, and it sends shivery vibrations through Aiden. Hes never seen his usually kind-hearted and humorous teacher in such a way, and he cant get enough. With barely contained eagerness, Aiden pushes his twitching hips to collide against Mr. Evans'. The mans veiny shaft rubs against his own, and their leaky tips meet between their bodies. Mixing the thick rivuletes of adult precum with the watery slick that oozes from the boys flushed slit with every motion the two make.

Between the constant movement and the radiating warmth between their bodies. Aiden is sweaty as he huffs from his seat on his teachers lap. But he doesnt dare to stop, grinding down until the pressure in his gut feels like its going to burst.

But no matter how much Aiden humps and squirms he cant push himself over the edge, and his body aches. In a moment of frustration, he bounces on top of Mr. Evans waist, tipping his head back to whine like a spoiled child being denied something they so desperately wanted, the slapping of skin against skin the only noise to rival him.

Sensing the boy's exasperation, Mr. Evans reaches forward to ease Aiden into leaning against his chest gently. With a humored hum, he reaches his large hand down between them to wrap his fingers over their cocks. Aiden gasps softly, grasping onto the mans suit jacket as he jerks them in earnest. His students prick is so small in his palm, and with every repetition Mr. Evans flicks the pad of his thumb over that tiny weepy slit just to hear him cry out to him. With stuttering hips and his drooly face pressed into the crease of his teachers neck he cums, spilling his adorably pathetic load between the mans fingers.

Shifting suddenly, Mr. Evans lifts Aiden to press the fat length of his cock inbetween his boyish thighs, grabbing his legs to force them together creating a velvety grip against his shaft as he thrusts greedily into the pillowy baby-fat he finds there. Aiden whimpers, the friction between his legs overstimulating in his post-orgasm haze, but it isn't for long as Mr. Evans heaves before cumming ropes onto the boys pale thighs.

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"Atta boy," The praise sends pleasant shivers down his back, and goosebumps raise across his arms as the man leans down to rub against soft exposed skin, like he was petting an animal. The boy loved playing pretend. Being on all fours, keeping his bottom lifted to excitedly sway his hips like he had a wagging tail. He looked up at the man before him through thick eyelashes.

The hand rubbing across his back inches downward, dipping below his tail bone. Large fingers prod eagerly at his twitching rim before pushing down to the knuckle, curling them to press against his flushed walls. He fucks them into the boys wet hole, swirling them and scissoring him open before yanking them free. The boy lets out a little yip, he wants more! But the man presents his slick fingers in front of his face. "Lick, and then you can have your treat."

Eagerly lurching forward, the boy pushes his face into his wet palm. He laps at his own slick arousal, cleaning it off his fingers in quick licks, squirming his tongue inbetween fingers to slobber over every inch. The man shoves his index and pointer finger into that tiny drooly maw, caressing the back of his throat.

At last, as he pulls his hand free, the boy knows he'll finally get his reward. Reaching behind him, the mans grips the base of a large silicone cock, its ribbed shaft curling into a fat bulbous tip. The boy can hardly contain his own excitement, wiggling his bottom and trying to keep himself in his sitting position like good boys do.

He watches as fat globs of lube dribble down the head as the man poors a generous amount. Leaning back in his seat, he places the suction cupped bottom of the dildo down besides his foot before curling a finger in a 'come here' motion. The boy crawls on all fours towards him, eagerly positioning himself to straddle the mans lower leg, keeping his cute tush lifted just above the dildo so the tip rests against his fluttering hole.

He doesnt dare to move, keeping his head tilted upwards to bat his eyes up at the man. He wants to beg, but that's not what good boys do, and he refuses to be anything but the best, especially with his reward near inches away. He can feel himself quivering with anticipation as the man reaches down to rest his hand against his cheek and he leans into it. "Go on, have at it."

Letting his hips drop heavily, the sloppy noise of his rim sucking in the fat ribbed dildo permeates loudly. The boy doesn't stop grinding down until the entire length of the toy settles heavily inside his gut, his hole stretched wide over the enlarged base. He pants, pausing to wiggle his bottom to feel the bulge of it writhe inside of him.

His little prick twitches, the meager length of it stuck out and leaking between his legs. The man moves his foot the rest it just beneath his tucked balls, urging the boy to mount his thigh. The awkward position causes the dildo to slip free until the very head of it stays stretching him open.

Rocking forward, the boy humps his leg eagerly, letting his cocklett bounce against his skin. The movement of his hips slides the fat tip in and out of his puckered hole with obscene, slick squelches. His tongue lolls as he pants, he cant get enough.

The man watches the boy fuck the dildo into himself, reaching inbetween his legs to wrap a hand around his stiff cock. He jerks himself in time with the slapping noise of the silicone phallus beating his puppy's spongey insides as he rolls his hips. He can feel the wet tip of the tiny drooly cocklett smearing over his lower thigh as the boy rubs it against him.

Between the bulged head of the dildo stretching him wide with every outward pull, the ribbed shaft dragging itself, milking the sensitive gland of his prostate and the shivery sensations of his cocklett rubbed against the man's skin leaves his humping thrusts jittery. He wants to cum, to bust over his caregivers leg with his ass full of silicone cock but he knows to wait just a bit longer. 

He looks up through his lashes to watch the mans face carefully, watching the quick flicks of his wrist as he pumps the length of his hardened arousal. The tip of his cock oozes, and the boy knows hes close by the way it hangs heavily between legs. He urges him on with needy high whines, bouncing himself on his thigh and ensuring the slapping sound of the wide base of the cock hitting his bottom is heard.

The man squeezes the tip of his cock, thumbing over his slit before shooting thick ropes of his release, drizzling it right across his puppy's panting face with a supressed grunt. The boy rocks forward, mouth agape to catch the final few drooling loads into his mouth. He wants to bring his hand up to wipe his face and lick his fingers clean but resigns to flicking his tongue out to catch what dribbles from his chin. 

His hips jerk, working the dildo deeper inside him to feel every stuttering motion his hips make rub the shaft against his prostate. The man brings his foot up, letting the boy drag his swollen cocklett arcoss it. Its small enough to work itself between his toes which provides the perfect friction to finally push him over the edge. His tip twitches, droplets of watery cum ooze down his shaft and onto the mans foot.

The clenching of his walls as he orgasms sends shockwaves of overstimulation, his swollen rim puckers around the wide base of the dildo, ensuring it stays lodged deep inside of him. He huffs, the rolling of his hips coming the a stop before he heavily lists himself against the man's leg, exhausted. 

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two schools boys are having a sleepover. Theyre up past their bedtime, quietly bustling around in their shared bed. one boy, Adam, had told his classmate Charlie of a fun game he made, and wanted to show him. But they had to wait until everyone was asleep.

Atlast, the boys friend is bent over, cute tush on display for his classmate to carefully poke and prod at. He licks a stripe from the his taint to his winking rim, pushing his tongue into him. Adam knew he had to get it nice and slick for his fun new game to work. His friend giggles into the pillows, swaying his hips with every lick. "That tickles!" pulling away, Adam smiles. "Here comes the fun part, just wait and see!" beneath his bed, tucked into a shoe box the boy pulls free the various objects hes designated for their game. He knew from playing by himself that the long, cylindrical ones work best, but he had few more ideas in mind to save for later, as a surpise. He plucks the smallest first, a spare tooth brush.

Charlie glances over his shoulder, about to ask what its for before the boy plunges it end first into his wet with spit hole. He lets out an a muffled bleat, as his classmate wiggles it around inside him. He hardly has time to adjust before the next item is chosen and excitedly shoved into him along side the toothbrush. Charlie can feel something funny squirm in his gut with every thrusting motion Adam makes as he swirls the items around inside lf him. It makes his toes curl. Adam seems to have an endless supply of phallus shaped objects to push inside of his classmates twitching rim, and he isnt satisfied until every last one of them stretches him wide open.

Charlie huffs, he knows his classmates pillow is soaked with his drool, but its the least embarrassing thing about this strange game. He can feel his cheeks flush as Adam plays with his sensative hole. Charlie feels like he's gaping open, and yet his friend still tries to push his fingers in with all the strange objects.

At last, it seems their game is ending when Charlie grips his hand around every object buried inside of Adam, giving them one last swirling thrust before quickly yanking them out with a loud wet noise. Charlie whimpers into the pillows, feeling as his loose hole flutters open. But before Charlie can drop his tired hips, something wide and circular prods against him before being eagerly pushed inside him Adam watches with absolute glee as his classmates hole swallows down the object. Its a toy silicone ball, meant to be used with a plastic bat, but now it has an even better use. Charlies ass sucks it down, before it settle heavily inside him. He whimpers, feeling himself clench down but it only works to push the object deeper into him.

But thats not the only one, Adam shoves another ball in and another, his friends loosened rim no longer holds any resistance against them and eagerly sucks them down. One after the other until all the silicone toy balls are stuffed inside of Charlies hole. His stomach bulges with the weight of them, sitting heavily beneath him as he remains ass up. The pressure of it all makes his tiny cock twitch with interest, and Charlie knows Adam can see it between his legs, but hes too stuffed full to care. "N-now what?" he brings himself to ask, tilting his head back to glance behind him.

Adam giggles, "Now push!" Charlie scrunches his face, clenching all the muscles he can but nothing but the feeling of the silicone toys sitting inside of him happens. The sound of his winking hole as he continues to try to force the balls out of him is wet and loud in the dark room, and he can hear Adam giggling behind him. "Nothing's happening!" He shifts in the bed, gasping as the bulging feeling settles over something sensitive inside of him, and cocklett stiff between his legs. "Hmm, guess they're stuck." Adam shrugs before letting himself fall onto the bed besides Charlie. "We'll try again in the morning, goodnight!" Charlie moans as the movement of Adam shuffling in the bed further stimulates that feeling in his gut. Is he really going to spend the entire night stuffed full of these things?