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The man stretched out in his chair. He rubbed on the kinks and soreness on his shoulders and neck. He glanced at the digital clock on the bottom right corner of his monitor. It read “19:00.” He's been working at his desk for two hours longer than he should. Yet he felt no need to rush home anytime soon.
Most people are stuck with a job. Others are fortunate enough to have a career. The main difference is, of course, time. When you have a career, you feel you never have enough time. It always flies and leaves you short while trying to complete your many projects. When you have a job, you feel you have too much time. The time between clocking in and clocking out felt like an eternity.
He was fortunate enough to have a career from the get-go. It was everything he had dreamed of and more. Of course, he'd heard the stories. One of the folks who couldn't take it ended up in deep depression. For him, though, it was nothing but a walk in the park. Maybe he was just wired differently than most.
Still, fatigue gets the best of even the most devoted career path walkers. He considered, at the very least, getting a taste of the next file. He double-clicked on his folder and opened the ones marked “Incoming.” There were nine video files, all with the same expected thumbnail previews. There is one that piqued his interest, though. It was labeled “Billy’s Birthday Bash.” He double-clicked on it, and the video player application popped open.
The familiar, silly, jingly tune reverberated from his speakers. The screen slowly faded into a tacky blue backdrop. The word effects had the title spinning into view. And it was followed by an adult male announcer excitedly reading it off: “Billy's Birthday Bash!” It was instantly followed by cartoon streamers exploding on screen and cartoon trumpets blaring on each corner.
The screen then faded out to an image of a young blond boy. He was framed in a cartoonish circle made out of colorful stars. He was wearing a party hat and eating a slice of cake. He also seemed to be laughing and giggling at someone just right outside the frame. It all seemed innocent and home-made, until ten seconds later, when the scene took a turn.
The scene in the frame cuts to the same boy in a darkened room. From what was visible of him, he looked to be naked. He had his eyes closed and mouth open. His head swayed back and forth in delirious joy. It was obvious that whatever was being done to the boy beyond that frame, he was enjoying it immensely.
The man smirked at the pageantry. It all looked amateurish. Yet he knew they were anything but. The voice-over was most likely machine-generated. The boy most likely was not called Billy. And more likely than not, the quick preview of his banging most likely had nothing to do with his birthday. They were all there to simply set the audience’s expectations. They were there to play around with their fantasies.
This is the true mark of a professional, and where most amateurs fail. Because people who watched this don't want reality. Because reality is boring. What they wanted was something that fit their idea of reality. They wanted the idea of a boy next door. They wanted the idea of a birthday boy banging. They wanted something that conforms to their perception. Anything else, even reality itself, will quickly make them lose interest.
The video went on to introduce more of the boys who starred. Each is framed the same way. They will have a few seconds of being just boys and fully clothed. They will then have a few more seconds, butt-naked and in delirious ecstasy. The man smirked. The maker of the video was quite the tease. Whoever they were, they knew how to promise their viewers a good time.
The screen then faded in, and the music died down. It then showed an image of a quaint middle-class suburban neighborhood. It tracked a few passerbys before settling onto a two-storied house. The kind that you can see in Good Housekeeping. It was the very symbol of the American Dream: a white, spacious lawn and a small picket fence up front. The house won't look out of place in an old episode of Leave It to Beaver. The narration that followed sounded the same as well.
“It was the morning of Billy's very special birthday,” it began. “Whenever a young boy in his family reaches eight years of age, they are introduced to the family tradition. And that tradition began even before Billy opened his eyes on his special day,” the narration went on. The screen then faded into an image of the same blonde boy introduced as Billy. He was sleeping soundly in his bed. The close-up shot hinted he might not be wearing anything underneath his comforters.
It then cuts to the front view of a bedroom door. The door opened before the shot showed a pair of feet in white socks walking on the carpeted floor. He knew that these shots were most likely stock footage. The next cut, though, was not. It showed a naked male figure climbing onto Billy's bed. From the looks of it, the figure was still in his early teens. The shot only captured his back and pale, naked ass. Nothing else is known except for his short, crew-cut auburn hair.
The young teen's identity remained obscured even in the next shot. Here, only his lips were shown as they locked onto little Billy's for a deep, passionate kiss. The editor wanted to conceal his identity. That, or he wanted the audience to focus on the boy's cute expressions. Indeed, the little blonde boy seemed to enjoy his morning wake-up call. His cheeks were flushed pink as he smacked and slurped on the young teen's lips and tongue.
“As his older brother, it was Johnny's job to begin the festivities,” the narration continued. “While morning kisses are nothing new, Billy did notice something different. Johnny was far more impatient on this day. He didn't even wait for breakfast before they started their playtime,” it went on. The shot that accompanied it showed Johnny's lips kissing Billy's pink, dime-shaped nipple. They suckled on the teat. His tongue licked all over the nub. It then trailed saliva down Billy's torso. The little boy's belly rose and fell in excitement.
The lips soon found their prize: a stiff little circumcised stick with a pink bulbous gland. The slim pale mast twitched under its breath. The child's excitement couldn't be more obvious. The teen teased the kid mercilessly. He licked and kissed everywhere except the miserable pink rod. The boy's torso gyrated in impatience. His frustration couldn't be more obvious. The teen finally gave him a reprieve. He welcomed the twitching tool into his mouth. There was an audible soprano sigh of relief. The little boy finally reached his promised nirvana.
The man leaned back in his chair. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. He wasn't too concerned about getting caught. The janitors will be here in three hours. The management was too much of a cheapskate to install CCTVs. The laptop was his own, and the system was encrypted. Nothing is stopping him from appreciating the show properly. So he pushed down his briefs to air out his seven-inch mast. He tugged and stroked before turning his attention back to the screen.
The action had ramped up in his absence. Johnny now had his mouth between Billy's asscheeks. His tongue darted in and out of the pink rosebud. His lips smacked between the parted pale cheeks. The shot then cuts to the younger boy's face. His smile showed a deep appreciation. Billy closed his eyes and licked his lips. Short little shudders reflected his delight over the incredibly perverted act.
“Johnny loved his baby brother very much,” the narration went on. “He wanted to make sure Billy knew that. So he took great care in preparing Billy for his special gift. After all, it's not every day a young boy turns eight. Johnny was going to make sure this was an eighth birthday Billy was never going to forget,” the narration concluded. The accompanying visual was a side view of a young boy's raised pale ass. A young teen's big, fat cock with bushy pubes rested between the clefts. It rubbed its length across the crack several times before pulling back. Now the bulbous knob rested before the tight puckered entrance. As the narration concluded, it lunged forward to penetrate the quivering child's anus.
The next fifteen minutes were just various shots of the teenager pile-driving into the small child underneath him. Johnny pinned Billy down underneath his far larger body. His cock plunged again and again into his upturned ass. The teen's ass muscles flexed each time. The man can see the telltale ring around his pucker. Johnny was as well-versed in receiving as giving a thorough fucking.
Billy arched his back, delighting in the brutal assault. Johnny threw his head up. His eyes were fluttering. Both boys were delirious and frenzied. The forbidden union ravaged their senses. Their moans and groans came loud and clear through the laptop's speakers. The violent creaking of the bed complemented the soundtrack. The sound of skin slapping against skin was music to the man's ears.
He calmly stroked his cock to the lurid show. The scene was hot. But if he knew from past experiences, the show was only getting hotter. So he controlled his breathing. While the two boys on screen grew wilder, he kept stroking his cock at a steady pace.
The man's eyes remained glued to the screen, watching the depraved ballet unfold before him. Billy's eyes rolled back as he was consumed by pleasure. His moans became a pattern of ecstasy. His cherubic cheeks were flushed. His breaths were ragged and shallow. Meanwhile, Johnny's eyes were wide and focused. A look of intense concentration was etched on his face. He methodically pumped in and out of his brother's tight, quivering hole. The teen knew what would get a rise out of his younger sibling.
The video was masterfully edited, cutting between close-ups of the penetration and wider shots that captured the entire scene. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure rippling through Billy's body. His legs trembled, and his toes curled in delight. The man could almost feel the heat of the room. He could taste the stickiness of sweat coating the boys' skin and breathe in the scent of their arousal.
As the minutes ticked by, the man found himself lost in the rhythm of the scene. His hand moved in time with Johnny's hips. The strokes grew faster and more erratic. He watched as Billy's tiny hand reached down to play with his own cocktail wiener. His strokes mirrored the rhythm of his brother's thrusts. The sight was almost too much to bear. The man felt his own climax approaching.
The narration grew more intense. The words painted a vivid picture of the scene as if the man were there himself. "Johnny felt his seed boiling within him, ready to explode. He knew this was it, the moment Billy had been waiting for. The moment that would bond them forever in the sacred family tradition," it purred.
The man's hand tightened around his shaft as the scene on the screen reached a crescendo. Billy's face was a mask of pure euphoria. His mouth was a silent "O" of pleasure as he felt the warm, thick liquid fill him. The camera focused on the tight ring of muscle around Johnny's cock as it spurted. The semen spilled out of Billy's ass and onto the bed sheets below. The young teen's hips jerked and trembled as he emptied himself into his little brother.
The digital clock on the man's desk ticked away, but he barely noticed. He was fully invested in the scene playing out before him. As Johnny pulled out, Billy's ass clenched around his now-softening member. The slicked, glistening dick was a testament to the intensity of their union. The camera lingered on the gaping, well-used hole, and the man felt his own orgasm building.
Right at that moment, the scene shifted. The narration now detailed Billy's post-coital routine. The blond boy had a spring in his step as he bounced out of bed and into the bathroom. His softened little cock bobbed with every step. The shower came on with a hiss. The water cascaded over his small body. The man watched as Billy's hands scrubbed his skin. The soapy water sluiced away the sweat and remnants of their shared pleasure. The way the water beaded on his skin made him look like a cherub, innocent and fresh.
Johnny followed closely behind. His own body was flushed and sated. They stepped into the shower together, the water mixing with their laughter. The man could almost feel the warmth of the water. The steamy embrace surrounded the so-called brothers. The camera focused on their tender kisses. The kind of kisses that spoke of affection beyond the bounds of simple sibling love. They were sweet, almost chaste in the aftermath of their taboo escapade. The man took this time to compose himself. There’s more to come. No need to spill his seed now.
“Now that he was fresh and clean once more, Billy and Johnny made their way to the kitchen,” the narration began. “It was a tradition in his family that when a young boy became a young man, all the men in the family pitched in for his celebration,” it went on, “That is why Billy’s mother and little sister joined their aunts and nieces to book a spa day and leave the men to fend for themselves. Luckily, Billy and Johnny’s father was more than capable of doing that. As they entered the kitchen, a big boy's birthday breakfast was waiting for Billy.”
The camera shifted into the kitchen, where Billy's father, uncle, and two little cousins were waiting. The square table in the middle of the kitchen was positively stacked with breakfast goods. Pancakes, eggs, and bacon were plated as the centerpiece for their big family breakfast. The sight of the breakfast spread made the man's stomach growl. He realized he had missed his dinner, too engrossed in his work. But he kept his gaze on the screen and his hand on his cock. The father on-screen greeted Billy and Johnny when they took their seats. A knowing smile played on his lips as he placed a plate of food before Billy.
The man took note of the father’s appearance before moving on to the three new characters. Uncle Larry was a burly man with a thick beard and a fluffy belly that jiggled when he laughed. His eyes twinkled with mischief, hinting at the secrets he knew about their little gathering. He wore a worn-out apron over his Hawaiian shirt. The shirt was tucked into his loose-fitting shorts. The man could see the great casting choices for this role. This man bore a family resemblance in the shape of his nose and the way he carried himself to Billy and Johnny. His compliments to the young actors as well, for despite the stark contrast in their sizes, Billy seemed to look up at Larry with a mix of admiration and curiosity.
The two little cousins, Timmy and Jimmy, couldn't have been more different. Timmy was a tow-headed boy with a mischievous smirk. The glint in his eyes suggested he was already planning his next prank. His skin was tanned. The visual suggestion painted an image of a summer brat who spent his days running around the neighborhood unsupervised. He also had a pair of piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through you. The man could guess what it was, judging from his attire. The tanned boy was wearing a pair of boxers that barely contained his growing curiosity about the world. His sleeveless tank top already had what looked like a chocolate syrup stain.
Jimmy, on the other hand, was the very picture of innocence. His hair was a soft brown, and his eyes were a gentle shade of hazel. They’re the kind of eyes that have not seen nor tasted the harsh realities of life. He was smaller than Timmy. His slight build made him seem almost delicate. His cheeks were rosy and plump, and his smile was shy but genuine. He was dressed in a pair of Spider-Man briefs and a t-shirt at least two sizes too big for him. The man understood the costume choices instantly. This actor looked to be eight years old. But the clothes on him were designed to make him look younger.
The man continued to slowly stroke his cock, a voyeur to this perfectly normal family. He has seen productions like these before. He knew what was coming was far from perfectly normal.
As the all-male family sat down at the table, the air was charged with a peculiar kind of electricity. Billy took a seat right next to his uncle, while Jimmy and Timmy sat opposite them. Billy’s father took his seat at the head of the table. Johnny was last to be seated. He took his place right next to Jimmy. The man couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement as he observed the subtle glances. Hidden smiles were exchanged between the family members. It’s in the way Uncle Larry's eyes lingered on Billy's naked legs. It’s in the way Jimmy's gaze kept going up to Johnny’s face. And most of all, it’s in the way Billy's father looked at all of them with a knowing glint in his eye.
They began to pass around the food, each touch lingering just a second longer than necessary. As they served themselves, fingers brushed against thighs and palms grazed against bulges. The man watched, his breath quickening. He slowly stroked himself in time with the scene. The camera caught it all, the intimate caresses that were as much a part of their breakfast routine as the clinking of silverware and the sizzle of bacon.
Billy's father took a piece of bacon and playfully dangled it before Timmy's open mouth. The older boy leaned in, his eyes sparkling with excitement, and took a bite. As the boy chewed, the man’s hand slid under the table. The under-the-table shot showed his hand had found its way to Timmy's crotch. The man’s large palm gave the modest lump a gentle squeeze. Timmy giggled, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of pink.
Meanwhile, Uncle Larry's hand rested on Billy's thigh. His thumb rubbed slow circles that grew closer and closer to the boy's cock with every pass. The camera got a good look at the moment of truth. Larry’s thumb and forefinger twiddled with the lump at the front of Billy’s shorts. It rolled the small sausage in his gentle grasp. The shot then went up to Billy, who grinned at his uncle. He continued to eat his breakfast while Larry molested his jewels.
Johnny was not to be outdone. The young teen sidled up to little Jimmy in a close, intimate manner. The sweet little boy blushed as he pretended to be very interested in his pancakes. The under-the-table camera shot shows that this is not true. Not only did the boy not resist Johnny’s massaging of the aching lump, but he also welcomed it. He opened his scrawny legs to allow Johnny’s greedy paw to grope his forbidden fruit. The next shot showed Jimmy sighing with delight. His eyes fluttered as he slurped the maple syrup from his spoon.
The actor who played Billy’s father then looked directly at the screen. He then gave a knowing smile and a wink at the audience watching. The man felt the cheeky reference was directed at him. But he knew it was a simple stage direction. He kept on watching, cock in his hand, as the debauchery continued around the table. Billy’s father took a sip of his coffee with one hand. His other one continued to fondle Timmy's bulging boxers. The atmosphere around the breakfast table was positively charged. The sound of their chewing and swallowing was almost drowned out by the ragged breaths and the occasional smack of skin on skin.
Naturally, the birthday boy got the ball rolling. During this intimate meal, Billy dropped a piece of crispy bacon. It fell from his plate and landed with a soft thud on Uncle Larry's lap. The camera had a quick shot of Billy’s profile. The cheeky birthday boy grinned widely. It was more than obvious that he did that on purpose. The man in the chair next to him stiffened. His hand paused mid-stroke. That was all the excuse that Billy needed.
Billy was quick to dive under the table. The under-the-table camera captured his mischievous smile. His eyes were wide with feigned innocence. He leaned down to sniff the pungent smell of meat right on his uncle’s crotch. Then he opened his mouth to eat the bacon like a hungry little puppy. As he did, his face grazed against every nook and cranny of Uncle Larry's crotch. The fabric of the man's shorts tented with his growing erection. The eye-level camera caught the man’s expression. There was a hunger growing in the man’s jovial smile, his breath catching in his throat as the scene unfolded.
Billy then reached out for the cords of his uncle’s shorts. The hard cock sprang out of its confines. The veiny tool throbbed right under the boy’s nose. The massive mast throbbed with each passing second. A small dollop of precum told the boy Uncle Larry was ready for morningtime fun. Billy's small hands wrapped around Larry's thick, hard cock. It was a stark contrast, the innocence of the child's touch against the raw, adult lust that pulsed through the man's veins. Larry's legs parted to welcome the little boy home. Billy began to explore his new toy. His gentle strokes grew more confident with each passing second.
“It was always a tradition in Billy’s family for the youngest to show their elders their gratitude,” the narration spoke up once again. “For the hearty breakfast, for the fun they’ve had, and for the fun they’ll soon have. It has all been drilled into him from when he was young. And like the good boy that he was, Billy remembered his lessons well and would never forget to put them into practice,” the disembodied voice concluded.
The camera zoomed in on Billy's mouth as it opened wide. It revealed a row of tiny, perfect teeth. He leaned in, his pink tongue darting out to taste the salty precum that had formed at the tip of Larry's cock. The man in front of the monitor could almost hear the wetness as Billy's lips closed around the head. The small boy’s cheeks hollowed out as he took the man's cock into his mouth. The sight that made the man's cock throb in his hand. His strokes grew more insistent as he watched this little boy eagerly suck his uncle off on screen.
Larry's hips jerked slightly at the first contact. His large hands came up to cup the back of Billy's head and guided him closer. Billy took his cue and began to bob his head up and down. The boy’s small tongue flicked out to trace the veins along Larry's shaft. He moaned around the cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through the man's body. The sound was low and guttural, a stark contrast to the high-pitched giggles that had filled the room just moments before.
“Billy was not the only one who took his lesson to heart,” the disembodied narrator continued. “Every young boy in his family understood that they too had a role in the family tradition. From the most rambunctious to the meekest, they all had it in them. The unspoken bond that kept their family close all these years,” the narration ended with a flourish.
Right on cue, Timmy took a page from Billy's book and turned his attention to Billy’s father. The man's cock was already rock-hard. His eyes glazed over with lust. He watched how his precious little boy made Larry squirm in his seat like a hawk. He didn’t pay Timmy any mind as the imp made a play for his dick. He only realized the mischievous boy was there when Timmy leaned over and took the entirety of his cock into his mouth. The tanned boy’s cheeks hollowed out as Billy’s did. Timmy worked his tongue over the swollen head. The man's hand came down to tangle in Timmy's hair. Billy’s father pushed him deeper as he began to thrust his hips upwards to meet the eager mouth.
On the other side of the table, Jimmy looked up at Johnny with wide, curious eyes. The young man's cock was already out of his pants. The shaft stood tall and proud, a beacon of desire that called out to him. With a blush that spread like wildfire across his cheeks, Jimmy lazily ambled down from his chair and got down to Johnny’s crotch. The camera got a good look at the shy boy, who shyly reached out and took hold of the thick shaft. His mouth opened, and he leaned in, tentatively taking the tip between his lips. The young teen’s eyes rolled back in his head at the sensation. His hands reached out to grip the edge of the table as the boy took him in deeper and deeper.
The next few shots alternated between what was happening above and below the table. Shots of two grown men and one teenager arching their backs and groaning were interspersed with shots of three young boys with their mouths full of cocks. The kitchen was a symphony of sensual sounds: the smack of wet skin, the slurping of eager mouths, the quiet gasps of building pleasure. The man watching the monitor moved his hand with slow, deliberate strokes. The camera panned out to give a full view of the twisted tableau before him. The sight was like something out of a twisted fairy tale, a collection of innocents engaged in the most depraved of acts.
Billy's technique was surprisingly skilled for one so young. His tiny hands stroked Larry's cock in time with his mouth's suction. Each stroke was met with a moan from the man. His hips bucked slightly in response. The man watching this through the monitor could see the muscles in Billy's cheeks working. His eyes were shut in deep concentration. They reflected the effort he had to exert in taking Uncle Larry's thick length down his throat. It was a sight that would have been obscene if not for the tenderness with which it was presented.
Timmy's blowjob on Billy’s father was a bit more frantic. His eagerness was only matched by his inexperience. Many times, he gagged when he horked down the thick shaft, his lips kissing the bushy pubes. His eyes watered as he struggled to deep-throat the big man’s big cock. But Billy’s father was a patient man. His hand guided Timmy's head. His hips rocked gently to help him find his rhythm. The camera caught the drool that escaped Timmy's lips. It trailed down the tanned boy’s chin and onto his chest. It was raw and primal. It was a dance of lust that was as beautiful as it was disturbing.
Jimmy, meanwhile, took his time with Johnny. His movements were tentative but earnest. The young teen’s hand roamed across the boy’s soft, downy hair. It then lowered to rest on the back of Jimmy's neck. His eyes never left the boy. The young teen’s hunger for this choice cut of meat was palpable. The man knew the teen was holding back. If he had his way, he would’ve choked the timid boy with his cock. Instead, the teen slowly taught him the art of sucking cock. And Jimmy was a good student. His cheeks hollowed out as he took the teen's cock deeper. His eyes were wide with wonder and a touch of fear. It was clear that this was a first for him. The way he gagged and coughed only added to the intensity of the scene.
“While the party won’t happen until a few more hours, everyone thought there’s nothing wrong with having a little early celebration of their own,” the narration said in the same detached tone. “Naturally, Billy thought the joy of his special day should be shared with everyone. After all, they shared everything. This was no exception,” it concluded.
The next showed that the table was cleared, the remnants of their breakfast shoved aside to make way for the main course. The children were now naked, lying on their backs on the table. They were placed side by side. Their small bodies were laid out like offerings to the gods of lust. Timmy, Jimmy, and Billy's cocklets stood up like tiny little rockets. All three of them giggled while Uncle Larry, Johnny, and Billy's father loomed over the boys' bald crotches. The men and teens smirked at the three lambs. All of them can appreciate the humor of the boys’ predicament. First, they were enjoying the meal. Now, they were the meal!
The man in the office leaned back in his chair. His eyes were glued to the screen. He could feel the tension from the dining room scene, the heat that radiated off the screen like a living, breathing entity. His hand worked faster now. His strokes were now more urgent as he approached the crescendo of his pleasure. The sight of the children, so young and innocent and about to be used by the men, was a heady cocktail of taboo and desire.
The camera zoomed in on Billy's face as Uncle Larry took his cocktail weiner into his mouth. Billy's eyes widened in surprise, but the pleasure was evident as he let out a soft moan. The man watched, his heart racing as Larry's cheeks hollowed out. Larry’s tongue occasionally jutted out to swirl around the boy's tiny shaft. It was a stark contrast to the gentle strokes Billy had given him just moments before. The man felt a thrill run down his spine as he saw Billy's body react to the new sensation. The boy’s slim, girlish hips jerked slightly as Uncle Larry's mouth worked him over.
Billy’s father took this as his cue to take Timmy's cock into his mouth. The tanned young boy's eyes rolled back in his head. His hands came up to grip the back of the man’s head. The man pistoned hard from the get-go. Timmy’s small body was rocked by waves of pleasure. From where he sat, the man could almost feel the heat of Billy’s father’s mouth. The way his tongue danced around Timmy's sensitive head was simply divine. Timmy's legs kicked out, his toes curling as Billy's father’s mouth slid down his shaft. The sound of wet suction blared through the laptop’s speakers. It was a delicious symphony of pleasure that the man couldn't help but get lost in.
On the other side of the table, Johnny let himself loose with little Jimmy. All of his restraints had come undone. He bobbed up and down on the sweet little shaft. He gobbled up the little kid’s nuts. His hand caressed the boy's cheek. All to the tune of Jimmy’s simpering whines. Jimmy's eyes never left Johnny as the kid looked down on his teenage lover. The innocence in them was slowly eroded. His eyes were wide with wonder and delight. His smile was a tacit approval. The same kind of lust that was burgeoning in Billy and Timmy was growing in Jimmy’s gaze. Each time Johnny kissed Jimmy’s bald pubes, Jimmy’s little chest heaved. He slowly accepted his place as the teen’s favorite toy.
The camera panned back, taking in the full view of the room. The light bounced off the polished wood of the table, the plates, and the silverware forgotten in the wake of their depraved actions. The sounds of sex were thick in the air, a mix of nonstop slurps and joyous wails. The man in the chair slowed his strokes. His eyes darted between the screen and the clock on the wall. He didn't have long before he'd have to leave, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene as the two men and one teen on-screen surrendered to their lusts.
First, Billy was flipped over onto his stomach. Uncle Larry's cock was now lubricated and ready. He didn't bother with any foreplay. He just positioned himself behind Billy and plunged in. Billy's tiny frame shuddered with the sudden intrusion. His mouth let out a grunt of deep satisfaction. The sound of the man's cock sliding in and out of the boy's tight ass blared through the speakers. It was a wet, sloppy sound that was music to the man's ears. He watched as Larry's hands gripped Billy's hips, holding him in place as he fucked him with all his might. Billy's eyes were tightly shut, and his breath grew quicker with each thrust. The man could almost feel the heat from Billy's ass as it stretched around Larry's thick member.
Timmy was next, and he took it with surprising gusto. He was eager to prove himself to Billy's father, who was now the proud owner of a raging boner. Billy’s father took his place behind Timmy, his cock at the boy's entrance. He gave it one hard push, and the boy's ass took him in. Timmy's cries of pleasure filled the room. His small hands reached back to grab onto the man's thighs. His legs spread wide, and his toes curled as he was used like a little fucktoy. The camera zoomed in on the tight ring of muscle around Billy's father's cock. It was stretched to its limits as he pounded into Timmy's body. The man watching the video could see the sweat beading on Billy's father's forehead. The man's hand tightened around his own shaft, his strokes growing more urgent as he watched the young boy get fucked hard.
Jimmy, the youngest of the trio, was still being handled with care by Johnny. The teen's eyes never left Jimmy's as he whispered sweet nothings into the boy's ear. He was building him up, preparing him for what was to come. Then, without warning, he flipped Jimmy over and pushed into him. Jimmy's eyes went wide with shock. His mouth opened in a silent scream. His hands clutched at the edge of the table, his knuckles white. The teen's cock was a thick, meaty rod that stretched the little boy's hole obscenely. The man watched as Johnny's hips snapped back and forth, his cock disappearing into the boy's body and then reappearing again. Each time, a fresh wave of pleasure washed over Jimmy's face. It was clear that despite the initial pain, the boy was starting to enjoy it. The camera focused on the way his toes curled and his body arched back into the fuck.
The men's grunts and the boys' howls blared through the laptop's speaker. The man could feel his heart race as he stroked and stroked. He was glad he chose the right time to play this video. Something like this scratched his thrill-seeking bone. The lurid scenes on screen were beyond exhilarating. It made him feel so alive! Unfortunately, he cannot relish this for much longer. He needed to clear the office before anyone grew suspicious. So he fast-forwarded the video file to skip a minute ahead. The scene was coming to a glorious ending. And so was he.
Timmy's cries grew louder as Billy's father pounded into him. The man’s hands were a vice on the tanned boy's hips. Timmy’s body jerked and spasmed with each thrust. His cheeks were a rosy red from the exertion. Despite this, Timmy couldn’t help but let out little moans of pleasure. His own cock bobbed in the air, forgotten in the haze of lust. The man watching the screen could see the sweat dripping down Timmy's forehead. The boy’s body was a blur of motion as he tried to keep up with the relentless pace set by Billy’s father.
Billy, on the other hand, had his face buried in the crook of his arm. His small body was taut with pleasure. Each time Larry slammed into him, the table shuddered. The boy’s moans were muffled by his forearm. His little body was a canvas of pleasure painted by Larry’s skilled hands. The man’s cock was a blur as it slammed into Billy’s ass. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the speakers. Billy’s legs quivered with each thrust of Larry’s cock, his toes curled and flexed. The man could see the boy’s eyes were tightly shut. The little slut was no doubt savoring the cock in his hole. The camera zoomed in on Billy's tight anus. Each time Larry pulled out, it was like a starburst of pink and white. It was a mesmerizing sight that had the man rapt with attention at the screen.
Johnny had moved on to the next phase of Jimmy’s initiation. The young teen had switched to a more gentle rhythm. His eyes never left Jimmy's as he whispered sweet, soothing nothings in the boy’s ear. Jimmy’s breath grew quicker. His smile never left his lips. The lust for the fresh young slut was palpable. The camera focused on the way the veins in Jimmy's neck stood out. His throat bobbed with each breath he took. The man knew the pain was gone from the no longer innocent boy. Now all that was left in his ass and belly was an endless hunger. Jimmy's hard cock flopped around with each of Johnny's thrusts. It stood tall and proud, reaching for the heavens as if it had a mind of its own.
The camera switched to a side view, capturing the full extent of the depravity. Billy's father and Uncle Larry had switched places. Now, it was Uncle Larry fucking Timmy’s tight, little ass. Billy’s father had moved on to his own son. The man watched as his cock disappeared into his son's ass. The camera lingered on the expression of pure, unbridled lust on Billy's face. The boy’s body was a playground of pleasure. His cheeks were flushed. His eyes were glazed over. His mouth was an open, wide "O" shape. The father’s cock filled the boy’s ass to the brim. The sounds of flesh slapping together were like a crescendo building to a grand finale.
Johnny’s pace had also picked up. Jimmy’s ass was now a well-oiled machine. The child was taking in the teen's cock without a hitch. The man could see the sweat beads rolling down Jimmy’s quivering, hairless body. The camera switched to a close-up of the teen's face, his eyes shut tightly. The man knew he was getting closer to the edge. He watched as Johnny’s hand wrapped around Jimmy's cock. The teen's strokes were quick and precise, matching the rhythm of his hips. The man’s hand moved faster and faster. His cock was like a piston, jerking in time with the scenes on the screen.
Then it happened. With a roar, Uncle Larry shot his load deep into Timmy's ass. The boy's body convulsed. His cries turned into a high-pitched wail as he felt the hot semen fill him up. Timmy’s own orgasm washed over him like a tidal wave. His little body spasmed uncontrollably, his cum spurting out onto the polished wood of the table. Billy's father didn't wait long. He pulled out of Billy's ass, the boy's hole gaping open, and shot his seed onto Billy’s bare back. The man watching could almost taste the salty, bitter fluid as it spurted out in thick ropes. Billy, though, only glanced back a bit. A smile was on his sweat-streaked face.
Johnny was the last to climax. He pulled out of Jimmy's tight little hole with a wet pop. The camera zoomed in on the gaping, used hole. Then he shot his cum all over the boy’s torso. Jimmy’s eyes were squeezed shut tightly. The intensity of his orgasm was too much for the little boy. His tiny little peg shook about uncontrollably. Golden jets of pee shot out of his slit. The warm liquid splashed across the boy’s body and dripped down onto the table. The golden liquid mixed with the viscous white fluids that Johnny just shot onto him. The small child gave a small giggle despite his panting. He knew it was a very naughty thing to do at the breakfast table.
That was the last straw for the man. With a roar that matched the ones coming from the laptop, he reached his peak. His cock jerked in his hand. The hot semen shot out like a rocket, painting the screen in a series of thick ropes. The first shot hit Timmy's face on the screen. The second shot hit Billy's back. The third shot hit the keyboard. The man didn’t care. The pleasure was all that mattered. He felt his orgasm wash over him like a tidal wave. His eyes rolled back into his head as he emptied himself. The room spun around him as he rode the wave of pleasure. He let out a contented sigh as his body went limp.
The man sighed as he was content with his relief. He reached over for a box of tissues. His hand brushed against his badge. His fingers scraped over the embossed lettering that read 'Federal Bureau of Investigations.' He grabbed several generous plies of tissues and wiped the mess all over his workstation. The video was still running, but his eyes were barely focused on that anymore. His thoughts were racing with what to do next.
Of course, he knew his job was to solve these cases. But the question remained: should he? As a rookie agent, his answer would've been a resounding "yes." But over the years, he learned that the answer was not that simple. True, there are scum who subjected the young boys in these films to abject torture. These are the kids he saw with bags under their eyes. Who looked malnourished, with permanent scowls on their faces and curious scars on various parts of their hairless, naked bodies.
But then there are videos like the one he just saw. Ones that focused more on the joys of the boys discovering these forbidden pleasures. A celebration of them willingly giving up their innocence. Ones filled with giggles, passionate kisses, and loving sighs of their subject matter. Ones where the boys were truly the stars of the show. Ones that showed these men, depraved as they may be, did nothing but worship the youth and sexuality of these little creatures. One that exudes joy and happy squeals of delight from the boys in the features.
The man sat in silence, contemplating. He knew that these boys were groomed. Their innocence was stolen and replaced with a hunger that can never truly be satiated. Yet he couldn't deny the allure of the scene before him. It was a dark fairy tale that had unfolded. A tale of love and lust wrapped in the guise of a birthday bash. Billy’s expression was one of pure bliss as Uncle Larry’s cock filled him up. Timmy’s giggles as Billy’s father fucked him silly were genuine. Jimmy’s delighted squeaks as Johnny painted him with cum were one of sheer joy. It was a twisted picture of a happy little family. One that would be shattered the moment he pressed the button.
The man’s hand hovered over the mouse, the cursor hovering over the "Send to Forensics" button. He knew he had to. It was his job. It was the right thing to do. But the thought of tearing this little world apart filled him with dread. What kind of future awaited these boys outside of this bubble? Would they ever find joy again? Would they be able to live normal lives? The man felt a heavy weight pressed down on his shoulders. It was the weight of the truth that he alone carried.
He took a deep breath and let his hand fall to his side. He couldn’t do it. Not yet. He needed more information. More context. The file remained untouched, the cursor blinking at him like a silent sentinel. He knew the risks. If he waited too long, someone else might find it. Someone who wouldn’t care about the nuances of consent and love. Someone who would only see the obscenity. But he also knew that he couldn’t just take these moments away from them. Not without understanding the full picture.
With a grim determination, he made up his mind. He'd investigate further. He'd find out who they were and where they came from. He'd find out if this was truly consensual. If it was love. If it were just a twisted game played by sick minds. He grabbed his phone and typed in a few quick notes, setting himself a reminder to look into it further once he got home. He had to be careful. If anyone found out what he was looking into, his career would be over.
He packed up his things and headed for the door, the weight of his decision heavy on his shoulders. The janitor nodded at him as he passed by. The man returned the gesture, a forced smile plastered on his face. He couldn’t let anyone suspect a thing. Not yet. Not until he knew for sure. The janitor had seen agents come and go, lost in their thoughts, and paid him no mind. He was just another cog in the machine, leaving work a little later than usual.
Just another one of those nights of tiring late-night viewing.
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