They filmed into the night. Mir. Black had suddenly decided that they needed to finish the movie and take a midnight flight out of Tokyo. Some premonition moved him to want to get out of Japan. It obviously had a great deal to do with Bike Boy's disappearance, and the fact that he had received information that afternoon that the boy's motorcycle nad been found abandoned on a side street not far from The Facility.
So they had pushed Richard and his two pre-teen sons to finish what Mr. Black called "Part One" of the movie. He had assured the American Agent that once they reached their villa in Luxor Egypt, they would film "Part Two."
Richard was hopelessly broken. He had no resistance left in him at all. His only thought, his only hope at this point was to save his boys as much pain and suffering as possible. He had to go willingly along with whatever perverted disgusting plans Mr. Black had.
And so, they continued filming...the last scene of "Part One" of Mr. Black's pornographic epic. Mr. Black sat on the edge of a white molded designer plastic chair. He leaned in to carefully observe the action, a true artist at work. Next to him, a naked boy of Middle Eastern background stood holding a tray containing the ever-present vodka martini on the rocks and a small dish of rice crackers. Mr. Black occasionally reached over for some crackers, or the cold crystal glass, or to gently stroke the teenage boy's raging hard dick. The brown boy's fuckmeat was very thick and throbbed with painful erection. He was not allowed to cum, but merely to enjoy the pleasure of an almost eternal erection.
Richard and both his pre-teen sons also sported hard-ons. All three of them had been fed Viagra, and even though they had no desire to participate in this forced erotic scene, they could not help the sexual response that overcame them.
Richard sat in a straight backed chair. He had his strong muscular legs spread as widely as possible. Between his legs knelt his two young naked sons. Both boys were licking their father's fat dangling scrotum. The little boys were also gently wanking each other's small red dicks. Under the bright spotlights, the camera caught every blink, every wank, every drop of sweat, every sigh and moan. Richard chewed his lower lip. He didn't want his big fat dick to bob and leak at the scrotum licking of his sons, but he could not help it. These were his SONS for Christ's sake. His own little boys. He loved them more than life, but not in a sexual way. He felt their tongues lap at the leathery bag of his scrotum. Ball hairs stuck in their small white teeth.
They too hated the forced sexual nature of the experience, but actually found comfort in the fact that it was their Dad. How much worse it would have been to have to lick the balls of some strange man. At least it was their own dear sweet loving father's fuck sack. Mr. Black snapped his fingers, and Richard opened his eyes to read the next lines printed for him on cue cards held by one of the Japanese assistants.
When he spoke, Richard's voice was thick and raspy. After all, he had had Jamal's huge black fucker rammed down it several times today already.
"That's great boys, I'm so proud of you. You are excellent ball lickers Just what I want my sons to be." Richard choked on the words, but kept going. If they had to re-shoot a scene, it would be even worse. "You'll soon be licking the balls of all the older boys at school. Maybe when we get home, we can get you a job as mascot to a couple of high school football teams, and you can lick the balls of all the jocks after every football practice. High school dudes love to have their sacks sucked, and you two boys are becoming real pros. Now I want each of you to take one of my nuts in your mouth, and the boy who sucks nut the best, gets to lick my asshole. Remember boys, when you suck a man's nuts you need to be really gentle. Open wide boys, I've got big nuts!"
The little boys opened their tender little mouths as wide as they could and each enveloped one of Richard's sweaty sack covered nuts. The sack was already covered with spit from their licking. One nut popped into each boy's mouth, making his little cheek bulge out. The boys faces pressed together in a kind of erotic kiss...their mouths meeting, and a nut in each mouth. It was so fucking perverted that two of the Japanese assistants shoot their loads, cum spraying across the room. It was so fucking dirty that Mr. Black chuckled with glee and turned and took the big brown dick of his servant boy in his mouth and sucked on it. Mr. Black was so good at his task, and the boy had gone so long without sex, that it took only two long deep sucks for the kid to rise up on his naked brown toes an arch his back, tighten his ass cheeks and blast a load of cum into Mr. Black's mouth. It was the kid's first cum in months, and it was a corker. Pasty thick sperm filled Mr. Black's mouth. After all, the kid was fifteen and in the prime of his sexual strength. The dick twitched and pulsed and blasted a second spray of cum, filling his master's mouth to the point of over-flowing. Mr. black knocked the tray out of the boy's hands, grabbed the kid by the back of the neck and pulled him down. He planted a hard violent kiss on the boy's soft young mouth and spit the cum into the kid. The Middle Eastern slave boy swallowed his own cum from Mr Black's mouth.
Across the room, Pete and Brian sucked their dad's nuts. So far, Mr. Black had kept his word. No one had physically harmed the boys, and Richard intended to keep it that way. Physically they were unharmed. Psychologically it was quite different. The boys were forever mentally scarred by the horrible experience
Richard read the next cue card. "I'm afraid your mother is going to be pretty lonely from now on. She won't get much of my big fat dick that she wants three times a day. I'm afraid her cunt is going to develop cobwebs. From now on, I am going to be fucking around with you boys day and night. We'll move your mom into your room, and you will be sharing my big bed with me. We'll fuck naked every night, and I'll teach you more and more dirty sex stuff." Richard had trouble reading the words, not only from the tears that clouded his vision, but from his growing sexual lust due to his sons' slurping on his balls. "You boys are both so good at testicle sucking, I can't even pick a winner. I'm going to give you both a chance to suck my ass."
How could a father possibly do such a thing with his own flesh and blood? With his own sons? The answer is quite easy. HIS LOVE FOR THEM. HIS DESIRE TO KEEP THEM SAFE FROM HARM. It is a well documented fact that during World War II, Nazis forced Jewish fathers to fuck their own sons and daughters. Naked, they would have to entertain their Nazi captors by nakedly fondling the dicks, balls, asses, pussies, and tits of their own bare assed children. Fathers with big fat dicks were forced to mouth and cunt and ass fuck daughters of six and seven years of age. Boys of eight and nine had to suck the dicks of their fathers in front of the camp's commandant and his friends. It is actually recorded that the Nazis said, "Once you have forced a man to have sex with his own children, he will give you no more trouble. He is broken." Of course boys were made to fuck their own sisters as well. That went on all the time.
Richard followed directions to save his boys. He lifted his strong legs and spread them. He brought his knees to his chest so his pink sore asshole was on display. Jamal had been ass fucking Richard in the afternoon as well. He still had a load of Jamal's cum up in his bowels.
"All right, Brian since you are the experienced ass sucker, having eaten your brother's ass so nicely, why don't you give your old dad's shithole a try. Get your cute little face in there and lick and suck my asshole. And Pete, why don't you try your skill at ass sucking, by spreading your brother's asscheeks and slurping on his bung hole."
Richard said the lines with a flat toneless voice. If even thought about what he was actually saying, it would drive him mad. He truly feared losing his mind. Who would protect his children then?
Both boys knew the score by now as well. They too, knew it was useless to protest. Brian did make the cutest disgusting face before he pushed his nose and mouth into his dad's asshole. And then he felt his brother's tongue lapping at his shitter. It did make a most erotic sight. Richard in the chair, knees bent, his little son bent over between his spread legs sucking on the swollen lips of his asshole. And behind Brian, Little Pete, holding his brother's ass globes apart while he lapped and sucked on the boy's pink pucker. A REAL FAMILY SCENE.
Poor little Brian, dutifully sucking on his father's asshole, suddenly got a mouth full of Jamal's cum. The ass deposit squirted out into the little boy's mouth. Of course it was dirty with Richard's ass juice and tasted absolutely foul. Richard grunted and could not help farting into his boy's face. His ass had been so thoroughly fucked that he had little control over it any more. He farted again and the little boy's face was covered with wet! Brian started to sob, but continued sucking.
"Get your tongue way up my asshole, Brian, and Pete, make sure you tongue your brother's shit shute as well. Mr. Black had cleaned out his mouth with a sip of a fresh martini. Now while he watched the action, he once again pumped the poor Arab boy's dick into erection. Just a few months ago, the poor kid had been a normal teenage boy, going to school, hanging with his friends, and now he was nothing but a fucktoy, a sexual play thing. That's what often happens when a boy is too pretty. Parents don't wish for your children to be beautiful. Nice ugly children are left alone.
Mr. Black sighed contentedly. He was planning the cover art for the dvd once it was finished. He might using something to depict little Brian and Pete getting fucked by dogs.
Across the glittering city of Tokyo, a lone figure climbed high onto a television station reception tower. He had disarmed the alarm and cut the chain link fence. He moved like a monkey, a dark shadow against the moonlit sky. Over his shoulder hung a Huge, bulky canvas bag.
Lars reached the desired height, a workstation platform. He was higher than any of the buildings in sight. He squatted on rubber soled combat boots and opened the bag. From it he removed seemingly countless pieces of tubing and some light fabric. The man operated almost without thinking. His movements were automatic. He quickly assembled the many pieces of tubing and attached the fabric and some web belting. His piercing eyes shown even more brightly through the dark camouflage face make-up he wore.
He had an erection, nudging at his kaki pants. He often became sexually aroused at moments like this...about to embark on a mission. It was what he enjoyed most in all the world. This and the killing. Don't get me wrong. Lars was convinced that he only killed for a righteous cause, but sometimes, he had had to dispose of innocent people along the way. He had to protect his anonymity.
In minutes the glider was complete. Lars stood and strapped it to his back, freeing his hands for his automatic weapon. He double checked the second weapon, a hand gun, at his hip. Then without another thought, he jumped from the heights of the tower. It took a few seconds for the wind to catch in the glider, and anyone else night have feared a fall to his death, but not Lars. He knew his job. He had no fear.
Out across the night sky he soared, a giant bat against the giant orb of the silver moon. Silent as the night itself, he sailed over the wall of THE FACILITY. No alarms...no lights to catch him. He was above their security system. He tugged on one side of the glider and it tilted and lowered. He landed on the roof of the mansion as lightly as a bird settling in the nest. Not a dog barked. Not a guard turned his head. Lars was in. He was about to begin THE KILLING.
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