2 comments/ 42940 views/ 5 favorites On The Block Ch. 02 By: Ywashere Here's the second installment of the story based on The Hun's comic "Gohr". All the characters are at least 18 years old. Enjoy! Y Testing the Merchandise – Gar's Second Day as Slavemeat Once again the harsh light of day stung Gar's eyes. Once more, he found himself, bound and horny, led by his cock to a podium where he would be ogled by the auction-going masses like a slab of prime beef – and it was most certainly his beefy meat that would be ogled; all 12 inches of vein-etched, rock-hard studmeat he was being led around the auction-yard by. The previous day he only had his hands tied with rope behind his back, and had the dick-hardening sight of his trussed up, quivering, naked cumbucket son to drive him forward. Today his hands were still bound behind him, but he also had a collar and chain around his neck; a pair of metal hoops had been inserted into each of his prominent, throbbing nipples, each of which had another chain pulling at them; a larger, heavier ring pierced him through the middle of his swollen horsedick, its own chain adding to his burden, though it didn't keep his swollen fuckmeat from curving forward and up; and a much smaller ring was wrapped around his scrotum, forcing his cum-laden goose-eggs to the very bottom of his ballsac, with a heavy weight suspended from a short length of chain, making his nuts swing painfully with each shuffling step he took. Gar had woken that morning to the dual sensations of orgasmic pleasure and excruciating pain (a combination he had not woken to in years – not since he'd last been his father's "boy", being woken every day with a harsh, hard, hot fuck). The cause of both the pain – and, apparently, the cum firing from his hard butt-pounder – was the sharp piece of metal being forced through his swollen, throbbing bullcock. Gar's feeling of confused arousal increased as he looked up from his pierced, bleeding studmeat to the sight of his son, Dev, who was on the other side of the small holding-cell; side-on to his father, he was bent over and getting pummeled at both ends with engorged, cum-spewing guard-dick. Dev's pussy was already overflowing with thick man-cream, visibly coating a guard's heaving fuckpole with white manslime as it shunted in and out of the boy in a quick, relentless rhythm. Gar had fallen asleep to a similar sight – the guards had begun gangfucking the boy as soon as father and son had been returned to their cell the night before, assaulting the well-plowed boypussy in a seemingly never-ending line of precum-drooling, twitching guardcock. Gar had been forced to spend hours chained to the opposite wall, watching as well-hung, sweaty, grunting, scantily-clad men lined up to take a turn at stabbing their steely, eager studweapons into the moaning, quivering, 18-year-old fuckslave. The sound of the agonized, ecstatic groans and cries that were forcing their way out of Dev's mouth, whenever it wasn't filled to the limit with smelly, swollen studmeat; the slap of cum-swollen balls smacking against Dev's smooth, sweaty body; the slurpy squish and splash of bullcocks shunting in and out of the loosened, thoroughly creamed fuckpassage; the grunts and whispered taunts of "Get use t'it – where yer goin' it's gonna be trainfucks all day an' gangrapes all night!" and "Hooo, yeah! All thet hard mandick up yer cunt and yur still nice 'n' tight fer Daddy!" and "Yer Paw shore did teach ya t'milk a cock, yew cum-hungry little whore!" – all these had kept Gar awake and very, very horny throughout the night. Gar had cried out deliriously for hours, begging to be allowed to go to his boy, to shoot off just one more load up that sweet, cum-leaking asshole he'd already spent most of the day servicing. More than once he'd found himself spontaneously cumming with no more friction on his fuckpole than the slight air-flow around his hyper-sensitive, deeply aroused flesh. It wasn't till the early hours of the morning that he had finally succumbed to an exhausted stupor. And so Gar's day began with his studcock being pierced, cumming as the heavy ring was inserted into his flesh, right through the middle of his engorged dick, just missing the swollen veins as the device was expertly pushed into his meaty fuckrod. The slave market's Piercing Master then began to suck and chew on Gar's nipples, tweaking and pulling on whichever hard nub was not in his mouth with expert, cruel fingers; making Gar's tits stand out, as hard as they'd ever been from the painful, exciting stimulation. The Piercing Master proceeded to pierce Gar's engorged nipples with a pair of large, round tit-rings, each of which was attached to a chain. Gar was then doused with buckets of freezing water, which washed away most of the blood and momentarily numbed his aching body, causing a quick shot of adrenalin to pump through his system a second later. He was then left alone, his new piercings pulling on his re-hardening tubesteak and nips, and making him even more aware of his excited flesh. All the while, across the room, Dev's gangbang continued unabated, the boy staring with wide eyes at his father's new decorations even as he sucked hard on throbbing guardcock and had his pussy slammed full of bulldick over and over again. Gar would have been willing to stay, even chained as he was, and watch as Dev was screwed into a coma by the never-ending procession of fuck-happy guards; but after a few minutes some of the guards climbed off of Dev and took him to the adjacent hall to prepare him for the auction-going crowd's viewing pleasure. One guard grabbed Gar's balls and yanked down, hard and low. A second guard then clamped a very small manacle – barely an inch across, by the feel of it – around Gar's stretched sac, which was connected to a length of chain. A metal weight was attached to this chain and allowed to swing back and forth between his legs, pulling Gar's nuts agonizingly farther towards his knees. Another chain was then attached to his cock piercing, and a metal collar, with connected chain, was locked around his thick, muscular neck. His hands, though no longer tied to the wall, were still secured behind his back, along with the manacles he'd been wearing around his ankles since he'd first arrived at the slave-market. Trailing the chains from his neck, wrists, tits and balls, Gar's escort led him along by pulling with unnecessary force on the chain attached to his cock-piercing. Gar was led out of the holding pen to the open air of the slave market. Display platforms filled the area as far as the eye could see. The group passed many sights of chicken-stuffing boy-fucks; the bound, almost hairless bodies covered in cum and sweat as the new slaves' helpless fuckholes were invaded by well-hung men wearing only their boots – it was a long-established custom that all citizens would strip down before sampling the merchandise, in order to give the rest of the market a better show. Gar's bullcock quickly regained all its former size and stiffness, wanting to join the fun. As Gar was escorted to his own designated platform in the breeding-stud section of the market, one or more of his guards would deliberately slow down, walking behind the naked, trussed-up, hairy brute in order to step on one of his trailing chains – causing a painful pull on his tits or low-hanging nuts. Gar's ball chain was often not only stepped on, but stood upon, stretching his goose-eggs further and further back as he was forced to keep moving forward despite the pain, while the guards sniggered and laughed at every groan to escape his lips and every curse he muttered under his breath. As the guards stopped for a moment to get their bearings, Gar realized that the platforms all around him no longer contained tied-up, naked young men. Rather, the area had only big, hairy, massively hung men tied up on the platforms – most of them attached to rings set in the platforms by chained body-piercings like the ones now decorating Gar's own brawny physique. There were still a great deal of boyish, naked young men around, but these were wandering from platform to platform – sucking on twitching, precum leaking cockheads; licking, tugging and squeezing swollen, cum-filled balls; rubbing and groping and altogether acting like mares in heat when faced with a selection of prime stallions. Gar just made eye-contact with some boys who appeared to be wandering the market in a group, sizing up their tight little bodies and returning the lustful looks they were throwing his way, when he was jerked back to reality by a particularly harsh yank on his cock-chain. Gar was manhandled onto an empty platform, his handlers going out of their way to be rough. His chains were attached to the several rings which were screwed into the platform's boards. Gar absently noticed a worn, badly-constructed bucket on the corner of the platform, which he assumed had been accidentally left behind and was meant to carry water or food-slops. As the various chains were attached to the rings in the platform, Gar watched the group of young, naked teenagers as they made their way to his platform. 'Honestly, do they really expect me t' try 'n' run away? I'm about t' fuck me some bran' new boys! Get my bulldick milked 'n' sucked! Why the fuck would I try t' get away?' he thought to himself as the guards made sure he was securely fastened, unable to move so much as half a foot in any direction – his cock-chain secured in front, ball-chain secured behind, the chains on his arms and neck attached to a 10-foot pole adjacent to the platform. To Gar's relief, the heavy weight was removed from his sore, low-hanging 'nads, though the narrow cuff still forced his stones low in their hairy sac. "Heh, heh, heh! You boys have fun with this here breedin' bull!" a guard said to the three approaching youths, casting one last smirking, lust-filled look at Gar as he and his buddies left. Gar didn't spare them a single thought, not even to wonder why such sadistic men should relish the thought of leaving him in the hands of the naked young boys who were now climbing up the sides of the platform and surrounding him. "Garsh, would you look at that big, ugly thang stickin' so far out in front o' him!" a freckled, redheaded boy exclaimed, tugging excitedly on his 5 inch, rock-hard boydick as he stood beside Gar's large, hirsute, trussed-up form. "Lookit all the hot, smelly sludge pourin' out o' it alreddy, and we ain't even got started on it yet!" a slightly older looking, black-haired boy added, licking his lips at the sight of the copious amount of precum oozing out of Gar's purple, throbbing fucktool. "Hey, fellers, check out these here low-hangin' fruit he's got a-growin' 'tween his leigs! Looks like they's full o' juice, jist a-waitin' t' get squoze!" the last youth, a blond, said. He was standing behind Gar, stroking the bound man's pendulous, hairy balls. Taking up positions all around Gar, the boys boldly began fondling him, running their soft city-boy hands over the fur covering nearly every inch of his body – giving extra attention to his swollen bullnuts and rigid, hairy, precum dripping tubesteak. "Awright, boys – which one o'yew cocksuckers wants t'be the first t'ride Daddy's studpole? Don't y'all worry, there's plenny o' fuckmeat t'go 'round!" Gar said boastfully, thinking of all the fun he was going to have fucking the lights out of the three boys, as well as any others that might come along later. Never a humble man, Gar knew himself to be a big, bad, bearish, bruising brute of a boy-banging, butt-boinking, baby-breeding bullstud; and as such had every confidence in his ability to satisfy even the most jaded and sexually depraved of crowds. After all, he'd been a huge hit just yesterday, when he'd repeatedly fucked his own son's brains out in front of a huge audience of auction-goers. But rather than replying, the boys continued with their manual investigations, slowly moving in a clockwise rotation around Gar's hirsute body, squeezing and fondling him all over, each one sensually stroking and rubbing his furry goodies in turn; they each made sure to get a sample of his thick, salty precum – sometimes bringing a cupped handful of fuckslime to their drooling mouths for a taste, sometimes rubbing the slippery fluid onto their own swollen woodies. When Dark Hair came to Gar's front for the third time he planted his feet and grabbed Gar's studpole like he meant business. Blondy stood at one of Gar's sides with Red on the other, both rubbing their young, 5 or 6 inch hard-ons against Gar's furry thighs. Dark Hair began to firmly stroke Gar's horsedick, pulling hard on the hairy, bulging, vein-covered skin as he yanked Gar closer and closer to busting his nut. "Whooee, would ya lookit all thet headcheese!" the boy exclaimed as he pulled the skin as far back as the ring piercing Gar's stuckcock would let him. Leaning forward, he ran his tongue from the bottom of the gungy, purple cockhead, along the gaping piss-slit and back to where the mushroom head met the shaft along the top. "Tastes good 'n' ripe, too – even better 'n my Dad's!" Looking his friends in the eye one at a time, the boys seemed to come to some sort of understanding while an oblivious Gar stood by and allowed his manhood to be manually manipulated. Gesturing with his head at Red, Dark Hair said, "Go git it," while his hands pumped at Gar's throbbing meat, moving faster and faster till his jacking hands were a blur around the throbbing studpole. Gar had not paid attention to the brief exchange, and did not acknowledge Red's having moved except to vaguely feel that one of the hot, twitching young pricks pressing into his furry flanks had moved away. All he cared about, as usual, was his own pleasure. With that in mind he said, "How's about you git your purdy li'l ass on my big, hard boyfucker? Put a smile all t'way up yet gut, and thet's a promise!" Being an ass man by nature, Gar had always preferred to have his cum milked out by a tight boypussy, like the one nature had bestowed on his son, Dev – that boy could take an all-night gangfuck from their whole county, with every farmer and his horse-hung son riding the boy from dusk till dawn, and Dev would still have more "clutch" in his asshole at daybreak than most virgins Gar had deflowered. 'Damn! If I had Dev's sweet li'l asscunt wrapped around my studcock right now, I'd be cumming a river for sure!' he thought to himself. Hand-jobs just didn't do it for his nuts as well as buttpussy did. Like before, the boys showed no sign that they had even heard Gar speak. Red quickly returned, stroking hard on his young, beet-red cock with one hand and carrying the bucket Gar had absently noticed earlier in the other. Standing side-by-side with Dark Hair, Red held the bucket directly below Gar's precum spouting cockhead. "Aw-right, studmeat," Dark Hair said, addressing Gar for the first time, "Here's t' rules: Yew gotta fill up this here buckit with studcum. It don't matter if yuh does it in one go a duzin, but yew gotta fill 'er up with yer bullcream – right up to the top! Then, once it's full-up, yuh gits t' drink it down! Har, har, har!" Gar was surprised at this, but not too upset at the idea of swallowing his own manslime. He'd eaten plenty of cum out of Dev's wide-stretched pussy on more occasions than he could count – his own or cum that was left behind by a long train of friends and family – and had nothing against the salty-sweet'n'sour taste of his thick, creamy bullmilk. And he thought the sight and smell of all that ball-juice would bring out the fuck-slut Gar knew was not-so-deeply hidden inside each of these boys. After all, they were parading around butt-nekkid while surrounded by all these big, throbbing-hard studcocks for a reason, right? And so Gar did nothing to try and postpone his climax, allowing the black-haired youth's hand to stroke him to his first public orgasm of the day. "Thet's right, big fella – give us a nice big load o' man-cream. Give us thet cum yuh got stored in them swolled up, hairy orinjis o' yers!" Dark Hair moaned, his hand moving faster and faster as Gar's fuckpole got even bigger and stiffer in his grasp. "C'mon, ya big, hairy stud – show us what ya got!" the blond boy said, his eyes riveted to the sight of Gar's spasming horsecock while Red, holding the bucket, grunted his own encouragement. "Ahh, haaah!" Gar groaned, his bulldick jumping out of Dark Hair's grip, the first two spurts shooting out so hard and fast they hit Dark Hair squarely in the face, coating his head with cum. The next cum-shot smacked onto his smooth, well-defined chest as he laboriously changed the angle of Gar's unloading studweapon, pushing it down with both hands even as he continued to milk its throbbing, veiny length. Gar had all but forgotten about the small ring clamped around the base of his ball-sac, but, as he started to cum, the pain of his jism forcing its way past the narrow pathway showed him that it was not just there as an anchor for a chain – his guards had known full well that with every ejaculation Gar was stroked into, he would also feel a great deal of pain. The unpleasant sensation actually caused Gar to see stars as he cried out in a mixture of ecstasy and agony. All the while Dark Hair hadn't stopped milking Gar's studtool, continuing his harsh back-and-forth groping manipulations even after every last drip and dribble had been forced out the gaping piss-slit. "Wull, for such a big ol' thang, it shore don't shoot much, do it?" Dark Hair said as he looked at the contents of the catch-bucket Red held up – the thick, white mancream filled just half of the quart-sized container. Gar wanted to protest that he'd been rather thoroughly drained lately – he'd spent half of yesterday cumming, and had shot quite a large load only minutes before being taken out to the auction-yard. But he knew that his young audience wouldn't care since they were concerned only with his current performance rate, not his past feats of studhood. Dark Hair bent down and began to suck on Gar's cockhead, taking the still-engorged fuckweapon into his mouth as far as the ring stuck through its middle before sliding his lips wetly back to the precum-drooling head, his cheeks hollowing and his throat convulsing as he did his best to swallow every drop of the slimy, tangy liquid. The other two boys, seeing that Gar's tubesteak was currently being devoured, both positioned themselves behind the moaning, slack-jawed stud-slave and began licking and squeezing his low-hanging balls. At one point each boy took hold of one of Gar's furry, cum-swollen nuts and sucked it into his mouth, mirroring Dark Hair's actions in front. Gar groaned helplessly, the young men's ministrations on his hypersensitive privates creating intense feelings of delicious pleasure and not a little pain as their voracious mouths worked demandingly over him – they weren't shy about using their teeth, that was for sure! Apparently funk and headcheese were a major source of arousal for the dark headed boy, as with every breath he took he inhaled the sweat-stench of Gar's crotch as deeply as he could, moaning from the depth of his chest, his hands dividing their time between stroking the upper half of Gar's bullcock and pumping his own straining, 6-inch dick. It wasn't long before the excitement of woofing down a hot, juicy, blood-engorged hard-on brought on the boy's own climax – his creamy boycum shooting out hard enough to splash onto both his friends. The other two were busy licking and sucking on Gar's 'nads as they pumped each-other's swollen cocks and sprayed their jism all over Gar's hairy claves – which caused them to work Gar's balls even harder, sucking and biting as they cummed. Coming down from his orgasmic high, Dark Hair noticed that the flow of precum from Gar's throbbing fuckspear had increased, so he hurried to back his face off the twitching bullcock. He took a moment to rub the slick, rock-hard studpole all over his face, spreading a fresh layer of the musky smelling precum on his skin and soaking into his hair, before reaching down for the bucket, holding it in readiness for the load he knew was only seconds away from erupting from the angry, red-colored dickhead. On The Block Ch. 02 Sensing that Dark Hair had moved away from his cocksucking position, Red relinquished the nut he had been gulping on and moved to stand one more at Gar's side, his boydick still excited and bone-hard, not having softened in the slightest despite the heavy load he'd cummed seconds ago. Red reached out a small, soft hand and grasped Gar's vein-etched, purple studpole, firmly sliding Gar's slime-covered 'skin up and down the spit-slick length as fast as he could while he humped his smaller erection, horny-dog style, on Gar's muscular, hairy thigh. Meanwhile, down between Gar's widespread legs, Blondy was quick to seize control of both of the low-hanging fruit dangling in front of him while his own fully erect 5 inches quivered with excitement. He yanked the furry, swollen sacs as far as he could, running his greedy fingers all over the taut, hairy globes as his own smooth, hairless balls drew up tight to the base of his twitching shaft. Narrowing his eyes and biting his lower lip, Gar let the redhead's hand pump a second load out of him. He hoped he would manage to shoot enough studcum to satisfy the bucket-filling requirements, since he was sure that he would be allowed to fuck some hot, tight boy-ass once he finished swallowing down his bucketful of bullcream. "Oooooooh!" Red exclaimed. "It's gettin' ev'n bigger!" Rubbing his sweaty fist up and down as fast as he could, he watched wide-eyed as the cum once again exploded out of Gar's fuckspear. This boy seemed to know how to keep a firm downward pressure on a jerking, cumming horsedick, so only a small amount of ballslime splashed out onto Dark Hair as he knelt before the hard-cumming stud. "Thet's more like it!" Dark Hair grinned as the cum-level rose higher and higher, one of Red's hands diligently yanking on Gar's studpole in front while, inspired by past experience with his own boyfucking father, Red shoved three hastily spit-lubed fingers from his other hand as far up Gar's asshole as he could reach, causing still more bullmilk to rocket out of the trussed-up man's nuts, which Blondy still held in his tight-squeezing grip. Unbeknownst to Gar, the shoddily-made bucket had a small hole in it a few inches below the rim, a hole which was now showering Dark Hair with studcum even as the stud-slave's fuckmeat spurted out the last drips and dribbles. If he wanted to, Dark Hair could simply allow the hole to drain most of Gar's cum from the bucket, keeping it from ever getting full enough to fulfill the requirements – but half the fun was making the big breeder chug-a-lug the thick, roapy mancream while they told him the rest of the rules. "Awright, stud, ya done good enough fer a first try – so we'll say thet yuh've filled 'er up this time. Now r'member," he said as he lifted the bucket to Gar's face and tipped it over, "Ya gotta swaller ever' last drop without spillin' none o' it! Else the rules say we gits t' milk another buckit-full out o'yuh! Har, har, har!" the boy laughed with glee, knowing that between the shoddy workmanship and the wide rim of the bucket, it was impossible for a man to drain it cleanly, even if he handled it with the greatest of care – which Gar would not have been allowed to do in any case. The boys made sure that most of the cum landed on Gar's face, rather than his wide-open mouth. The sight of all that slimy bullcum cascading down Gar's thick neck and oozing through his body hair, both front and back, was enough to trigger another almost-synchronized cum-fest from all three boys, their young cocks spewing white boycream over Gar's belly and legs. Being sperm-loving young men, they then proceeded to lick up every last drop of combined cum that their slutty, man-hungry tongues and slobbery, cocksucking lips could reach. Dark Hair and Red started at Gar's top end, moving from his stubble-covered face to his fur-covered torso. Blondy, already on his knees, started by bending down to lick and suck on Gar's hairy feet, licking the white, creamy cum out from between his toes and the tops of his thickly-furred arches, and working his way up the hirsute legs while his friends split up and worked their way down both the front and back of Gar's sweat-and-cum-drenched body. Once Gar's body was as clean as the spunk-hungry boys could make it, Blondy announced that he was moving on to check out some of the other studs on display, "Ah wants to lick me up a 'fresh' sweat-stinkin' stud, an' mebbe git mah pussy worked over by one of them fuckers what don't got a ring raht thru the middle o' his pig-sticker," he said, giving Gar a hard yank on his cock-chain before climbing off Gar's platform to in search of new entertainment. The other two preferred to stay with their current big, vein-etched, throbbing, cum-spewing toy. Despite their recent, explosive orgasms, both boys were still hard and eager for more stud-teasing fun. Red now moved to stand directly in front of Gar, pressing his flushed, twitching boycock against Gar's much larger studpole and started pulling on Gar's foreskin again – this time Red brought it all the way up and forced it to keep stretching, covering his own exposed cockhead with the hairy, cheesy hood and began jacking himself off with it. Leaning forward, Red pressed his face against Gar's hairy chest, lapping up the fresh sweat running down his muscular pecks and sucking on his hard, jutting, pierced nipples. Standing behind his friend, Dark Hair teased Gar by pretending to fuck Red, rubbing his hard 6 inch dick up and down the smaller boy's butt-crack while Red kept masturbating with Gar's gungy cock-skin. It wasn't long before Red shot off, shooting his boycum all over Gar's swollen dickhead in quick, hard spurts while his ass-cheeks clenched around Dark Hair's frotting prick. "Yeah, yeah! Oh fuck, YEAH!" As soon as he finished unloading his young balls, Red let go of Gar's pulsing, rampant horsedick and moved away. Dark Hair stood before Gar, bending down to take the dark-purple cockhead back into his slobbering mouth. A small crowed of boys and older men had formed around Gar's platform some time ago, and Dark Hair's new position just happened give one man a perfect view into his winking little cunt-hole. Dark Hair's mouth easily opened wide to swallow Gar's fist-sized cockhead whole as he sucked on the boycum-painted glans, causing Gar's own precum to gush out. Reclining on the platform floor, Red positioned himself under Gar and began running his tongue up and down the vein-bulging, steely length of Gar's bulldick, his tongue moving from the base of Gar's tubesteak, with its thick forest of black pubic hair, to where Dark Hair's lips were firmly fastened to the plum-colored head before he licked his way back to the base again. Sometimes when he came to the end of Gar's fuckmeat Red would keep going, licking up the spit and precum which escaped from the corners of Dark Hair's mouth in a steady stream. Gar knew that someone new had joined in, due to the feeling of a new pair of hands grabbing his swollen, pendulous nuts, alternately kneading and yanking on them. But he couldn't see whoever it was when he twisted his head back, other than a glimpse of a lightly defined back; a small, smooth, round ass and a head of light-brown hair. Not that Gar really cared what the lad looked like. It was pretty clear to him by now that no matter what he himself did, these boys would keep working his sore dick and 'nads as long and rough as they liked – probably all day long. So Gar let his mind wander to happier days – like memories of porking his son senseless in front of family and friends at the local father-son gatherings, while watching the other dads do the same with their boys. The last time had been just a week before. Closing his eyes, Gar remembered the group which had gotten together that day: Him and his son, Dev; Gar's father, Marc, and his younger brother, the 20-year-old Jo; Gar's cousin and his son, Jev and Jev Junior; and the other two pairs of neighbors and their boys, who were also related to Gar, but once or twice removed – Dag and Mic, Sav and Lee. Gar let out a lusty grunt as he thought about his younger brother – almost 18 years younger than Gar, Jo had been a late addition to the family, born only two years before his nephew, Dev. Marc and Gar had actually broken Jo in together; taking turns screwing Jo's busted-open cherry, alternately pounding their foot-long studcocks into his spasming, newly-minted cunt all night long. And when Dev had grow old enough to take a cock, then father, grandfather and uncle had enjoyed the family's newest boypussy every night for a week in celebration. On that final time they had all met at Marc's farm, which was a short distance from Gar's farmstead. Gar could see them all now – Marc all big and hairy, his head-hair starting to turn silver, but his body-fur still as dark as it had been back when Gar was a strapling fuckboy. Jo, as dark-haired as the rest of the family, his body hair just starting to come out in the form of a thick pubic bush and a dusting of fuzz on his chest and ass-cheeks. Jev, with his curly brown hair and beard, the kinky curls covering his arms, chest, legs, ass and crotch, where the hair grew almost the whole way up to his dickhead. Junior, with the same curly head, only had a small patch of curls coming out over his always-excited dick. The redheaded Dag, with his small patch of chest hair, which threaded into a treasure-trail down his toned stomach, flaring to a wide bush all around his randy studcock and bullnuts before turning into a thick line of kinky hair up his butt crack and a dusting of curls down his legs. Mic, just as copper-headed as his father, had smooth, pale, marble-like skin. Dark-blond Sav had a thick pelt of body-hair which covered his whole body, but it was barely visible unless you were up close, other than where it darkened around his crotch. Lee, whose hair was even lighter on his head, had barely visible peach-fuzz on his ass, which was soft and slightly tickly to the touch. All the boys were short of fully mature length, still growing into both height and cock size, while their fathers were uniformly tall, muscular and hung like plow-horses only wished they could be – not a one of them measured less than 11 inches when full-up hard. They would all wore their best clothes when they got together – nothing fancy, just the shirts and pants with the least number of rips and dirt. Not that it mattered much what they were wearing, since within moments of arrival all of them were bare-ass nekked and ready to get into some serious man-boy fucking. As usual, the boys were arrayed on all fours in a circle, their asses raised high in the air while each boy's father knelt behind him, slathering his butt-puckers with chicken fat before applying some of the grease to the father's own throbbing studpole. At a sign from their host, all the men would line up their veiny, swollen porkers with their waiting sons' boypussies before simultaneously breaching the tight openings, causing all the boys to groan and grunt in pained arousal as they all felt their guts fill with hard, ramming dad-dick. Gar had divided his attention between the always-enjoyable sight of his horsecock pounding between Dev's smooth, high butt-cheeks and the sight of all his friends and neighbors as they gave stud-service to their boys. He loved seeing the way Jo tried to hide his face in his folded arms while at the same time peeking at all the other boys as they all got bred, his arms constantly jerking as Marc's marekiller bottomed out inside him over and over again; Junior openly staring at all the son-fucking going on, except when he closed them to concentrate more fully on the feeling of his Dad's bulldick ramming away in his hot boycunt; Mic, his blush clearly visible on his fair skin partly from excitement and partly from embarrassment as he moaned and groaned, unable to stop himself from loudly begging his father for more; Lee, looking like a debouched angel with his golden hair and wide, lust-filled blue eyes, visibly pushing back against the huge fuckspear pumping into him as hard as his father could screw. "Give it to me, Daddy!" "Oh, it soooo BIG!" "Uhggh, you're wreckin' me!" "More! More! Harder, Dad, HARDER!!!" Gar licked his lips with anticipation; while Dev was undeniably a great fuck, variety was what made life worthwhile – and Gar knew that before the night was over he was going to get his jollies inside each and every one of these cock-stuffed fuckboys. He and the other dads would go all around the circle while the pussyboys stayed put, only moving if one of their breeders decided to screw them in a new position. Being hot-blooded teenage cuntboys, the sons would invariably cum at least twice before their dads pulled out of their well-reamed holes, the older men's studcocks emerging well-slimed with jizz when they all moved cockwise along the circle'o'fuckmeat in order to start in on a fresh, cum-leaking boypussy. Gar found himself next behind his brother, Jo moaning mindlessly as he waved his cum-drooling ass high in the air, the well-opened hole twitching for another hard fuck. Grinning down at his reclining little brother, Gar teased him by pressing his cockhead lightly against the dilated asslips, starting to slip it in only to move backwards, making the boy beg out loud for his big, hard horsedick. "Aww, c'mon, big brother! Stick it in there an' plow! I needs it so bad! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my hungry pussy! Fuck m'fuckin' pussyboy fuckin' brains out!" As he slowly eased his way into Jo, Gar looked around the circle once more, noticing that some men were teasing their new pussyboys the way he had, while others had plunged right in, ramming hard right from the get-go, making their boys cum over and over again from the force of the violent cockthrusts. Inspired by the sight of all that hot boycream flooding the ground the boys knelt on, and the grunts of satisfied pleasure the men let out as their fuckpoles pounded in and out, Gar too began a hard, demanding rhythm inside Jo. Grabbing the younger man by the hips, Gar located his prostate with well-practiced ease and forced load after load of cum out of the boy's tight, swollen nuts, making sure to flood Jo's guts with studcream every time his brother's fucktunnel contracted with a fresh orgasm. And so it had gone on, all night long, all around that hot circle of boyass, the smell of bullsweat and mancum growing by the second, the scent a powerful aphrodisiac to every one of them, keeping the dads hard and eager to fuck while their boys either knelt or lay back or sat in increasingly imaginative and receptive positions and begged for just one more stiff, pounding studcock in their hungry assholes, just one more hard fuck up their needy boycunts, please! At one point Marc decided he wanted his son, Jo, to give him a tongue bath. The older man lay on the ground, his 12 inch long, 4 inch wide, hairy, boy-breeding bulldick standing straight and proud from his furry, cum-smeared groin; his hairy, muscular arms and legs spread apart for easier access for his son's slobbery tongue as Jo licked the stale funk and fresh cum off his father. Having just finished fucking and getting fucked by two other members of the group, both Gar and Dev disengaged themselves and moved to stand together, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of the slim but muscular younger man – his naked body glistening with sweat and mancum, a thick rope of fuckslime visibly leaking out of his swollen asshole a testament to all the manfucking he'd gotten that night – as he nelt by the family Patriarch's feet and began pigging for all he was worth. One big, beefy hand dipping into Dev's well-used buttcrack, Gar called out, "Hey, yew ol' fucker! Yew's holdin' up th' action with yer cleanin'! There's plenny more good, hard boydickin' t' git done b'fore the sun cums up!" Gar laughed, enjoying the feeling of all that thick studcream, still hot and gooey, oozing out of Dev's fuckpassage, teasing the boy's hole with three fingers pushing steadily in and out. "Hell, boy! I only givin' Jo what he wants – a chance t'taste all along this fine, hairy body o'mine!" Marc's horsecock began pumping out a large, fresh stream of precum at the sight of two of his favorite fuckbuddies – his oldest son and his grandson, both of whom he considered part of his boy-harem, despite Gar being a fully grown man with an often-fucked son of his own. "Or are ya jealous o'yer li'l brother, thet he gits all this here fuckmeat ever' night o' the world, while yew only gits it when I's in the mood fer sum big, hairy ass?" Laughing dismissively at the older man's words, Gar had to admit – to himself if to no-one else – that there was a bit of truth to his father's words; the sight of that swollen flesh-pole still made his own butthole spasm and his rectum contract with remembered pleasure, pain and lust. Watching Jo's sloppy, hungry mouth working over Marc's sweat-soaked legs, Gar could feel his own mouth watering, remembering all the times HE had licked the old man up and down, getting his own pussy-lips and cock-hungry tongue all over that hot body – so similar to the one Gar had grown into – lingering extra-long on the huge, throbbing bullcock, which usually tasted like the inside of Gar's own well-fucked ass. Suddenly deciding that he wanted a taste too, Dev moved forward, kneeling down to lick his grandfather's torso where Jo's hot, cocksucking mouth hadn't reached yet. Gar moved to squat behind his naked little brother, rubbing his slimy, precum-leaking horsecock between Jo's tight melons, enjoying the slippery slide of his studpole against the cum-dripping butt. Losing himself in the pleasurable act of slurping up the sweat from the abundant hair covering Marc's muscular chest, Dev threw one of his strong, smooth legs over the supine figure, straddling his grandfather to get a better angle of approach – or possibly just for the thrill of feeling all that body-hair rubbing against his inner-thighs. No sooner had Dev gotten into this new position than a pair of strong hands grabbed the boy's hips and forced his young body back – with Marc's dickhead entering his puckered ass-ring as it was forced down to meet the twitching, slippery shaft. Moaning with pained pleasure as he found himself impaled on Marc's cuntwrecker – even after all the fucking he'd taken that night, Dev wasn't THAT loose, especially since his grandfather had the biggest dick in the room. Dev immediately began a fast up-and-down movement, pumping his clinging asscunt along the thick, powerful invader as he continued licking Marc's chest-fur, nipping and sucking the two hard, swollen nipples which stuck out an inch from his grandfather's chest. Behind Dev's bobbing body, Jo had worked his way up his father's legs and now buried his face in the V of Marc's spread legs, working his hungry mouth up and down from his father's muscular, hair ass to his even hairier bullnuts, giving an occasional lick to Dev's smooth ass as it slid down Marc's horsedick to meet his sloppy lips and tongue. Not willing to be left out of the hot family-fucking action, Gar aimed his cum-streaked tuebsteak at Jo's waiting cunthole and pushed his horny bullcock deeply into his little brother's wet fuckslot. Rocking his hips back and forth as his fuckpole pounded his brother's cum-spurting pussy, Gar watched his own son's wild fuck when he was struck by a sudden inspiration. He wrapped his arms around Jo's torso, pulling the younger man up against his heaving, hairy chest as he continued his nonstop pumping action. Still fucking in a steady rhythm, Gar held Jo close as he began to inch his way on his knees closer and closer to Dev's bouncing butt, until Jo's own rock-hard ramrod was rubbing against the sweaty, slippery crack. Gar reached forward with one hand, bending Jo's dark-red, thick ponydick until the head was level with the base of Marc's veiny horsecock. Giving Jo an extra-hard thrust up the ass, Gar forced his brother's 9 inch cock into Dev's tightly stretched ass-ring. On The Block Ch. 02 "OH, SHIT! FUCK!! I CAIN'T TAKE THET!! YER WRECKIN' ME!!! TWO CUNTBUSTIN' DICKS AT T'SAME TIME! Arrrrrrrggggghhhhhhh!!!!!" Dev screamed as his over-stuffed boypussy was filled up even more, causing all the other men in the room to take a deeper interest in what the family was up to – and so everyone gathered around to watch as Jo was forcibly pushed into his nephew's pussy alongside Marc's bulldick, which was also buried all the way inside Dev's buttcunt. * * * * Gar lost himself in these pleasant memories, becoming oblivious to his surroundings; his face went slack, his eyes glazed over and his mouth drooled. The grunts coming out of his thick, hirsute chest could be attributed either to his thoughts of past-lusts or to the relentless ministrations of the dozens of eager stud-milking volunteers; boys and men who were always ready and willing to get their hot, sweaty hands and hungry mouths around all that big, smelly meat. They would knead, yank, beat and squeeze his swollen, pendulous nuts, pumping and sucking his enormous, stiff, slime-slick fuckrod without mercy, making him fill the catch-bucket time and time again before forcing him to swallow its contents. Inevitably, a good deal of his roapy studcream missed his mouth entirely – which meant that they got to milk a fresh bucketful of fuckslime from him, and that the bucket kept getting filled up and emptied out again and again throughout the day.