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Chicken Hawk The Beginning [PT 2] [m/m teen/pedo R
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Brutal smut wherein our hero gets his first taste of "chicken".
Rape, Rape, and more rape, teenage boy(s) repeatedly rape ten-year-old
boy.
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Archive-name: MED-Chknhwk2-2
CHICKENHAWK: "The Beginning", part 2
A whole universe of opportunity had just opened up for me when I
tasted my first piece of chicken that afternoon. I realized that the
world was just brimming over with all the pussy and ass anyone could
ever want, you just had to reach out and help yourself to it.
And FUCK the notion of begging for it. I was bigger, I wanted it, I
took it. That's nature. The kid could find someone smaller than him
to pork. Or he could roll over and continue taking it up the ass. He
DID have choices, whatever any liberal-minded asshole wants to
believe. He could get a gun or a knife or a baseball bat and tip the
power ratio in his favor if he REALLY didn't want my "attentions"
anymore.
But I boned that kid's ass two, three, four days a week, for the whole
school year, nine fucking months he sucked my dick and spread his
cheeks for me or my friends, and you know what he did? He got good
and hard, his little dick started springing to attention. After the
first few sessions, he squirted his cum all over his skinny belly when
we pumped his skinny little ass is what he did.
I remember when I got him back in the house, his ass was all green
from being pounded into the grass, there was blood between his cheeks,
dribbling down the back of his balls, jesus, I was lucky I hadn't
ruptured him and killed him, I knew that little about ass-fucking.
"Where's you shower?" I demanded.
"Upstairs," the kid choked out between sobs, as he clutched his
genitals, his skinny shoulders shaking.
"So let's go clean up," I ordered him, pushing him ahead of me, his
blood and shit drying on my limp prick.
I was still holding our pants and shoes as I followed the kid upstairs
to the shower in his mother's bedroom. I liked watching his slim
butt, so inviting, I liked watching how stiffly he walked, his rectum
no doubt still remembering my cock stretching it wide.
Goddamn that was one swank house, the shower was huge, it didn't even
double as a tub, there was plenty of room for two kids to move around
in. I pulled the kid's shirt off over his head; he just stood there,
crying like a fucking baby, as I turned on the water and shoved him
into the spray. I skinned off my own shirt and folded our clothes up
and laid them on the toilet seat so they wouldn't get wet in case
there were any leaks, and I hopped in the shower with the kid.
This little ten-year-old started shaking when I joined him, he knew I
was planning some more fun, and he was right. He was standing nearest
the shower-head, facing me at the back of the tub. I grabbed fistfuls
of that long blond hair and pulled his face towards my filthy crotch.
"Suck me!" I ordered him, pressing his tightly closed mouth against
my smooth young teenage groin. The kid squealed around his closed
mouth, twisting and fighting, as the warm spray washed over his back,
washing the blood from his ass to run down the drain.
When he didn't open his mouth, I let go of one side of his head and
reached around the back of his body to grab his balls from behind. He
screamed when I grabbed and twisted his nuts, and I took the
opportunity to jam my filthy crusted dick into his mouth. The kid
started choking, I guess it was all the shit, plus my cock was
starting to liven up again and tap the back of his throat, and I
grabbed his head again with both hands and started fucking his head up
and down on my dick, the hot water steaming over our bodies, stinging
into the crack of his raw little sphincter making him cry and jerk
spasticly, bent half double and sucking my quickly recovering pole.
As it got harder and harder I started really fucking into this kid's
mouth, there in the shower in his mother's bedroom; just the idea that
I was raping this kid I didn't even know that same morning, in his own
damn house, made me almost lose my load. I slammed in and out of his
face, his teeth grazing the sensitive ridge of my cock-head, his
tongue caressing the underside of my shaft. I got so hard it felt
like my groin was on fire; I just couldn't control myself, it was my
first blow-job, and my nuts jerked and I started spewing my seed at
the back of the kid's throat; he was thrashing helplessly as I held
his head pressed against my crotch as I continued humping against his
soft wet face.
As soon as I pulled my soft prick out of the kid's mouth, he howled,
gasping for air, and spit the cum left in his mouth right onto my
feet, then followed that by fucking BARFING on me. I went just
fucking nuts, thank god we were in the shower and it hosed right off
really quickly. When we were both cleaned off and his chunks had
washed down the drain, I pulled the kid out of the shower by his neck;
I had his head locked under my right arm; I turned off the shower and
I dragged him to the dressing room area in his mother's bedroom, she
had this like desk thing, with a mirror, and a little white chair. I
grabbed a hairbrush off the table and pulled out the chair and yanked
the kid down over my knee, both of us bare ass naked, and started
whaling the piss out of the little fucker.
Holy SHIT you should've heard the little brat howl.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWW... THTOPPIT!" he shrieked, twisting and sliding,
jerking with each red mark I left on his butt, slipping wetly against
my lap. My cock was starting to perk up already then, his smooth
flesh sliding against me. Jesus I wish I was a teenager again, could
get it up three times in a row like that without any help from drugs
or toys or "sex-aids".
I was smiling, smacking him harder and faster with his mother's brush,
landing blow after blow on his skinny ass, spotting it bright red as
my cock rose to push into his belly.
I pulled him off my lap; the kid fell to his knees howling and
clutching at his ass. I hadn't beat him THAT bad; I found out later
he'd never even been SPANKED in his whole life. I couldn't fucking
believe it the kid was ten fucking years old and NOBODY had ever
SPANKED him???
I got up off the chair and knelt down on the floor behind the kid and
pushed him forward so he was on all fours; that was when I noticed the
big full-length mirror at the end of the closet area I was facing; it
was SO choice; I'd be able to bone out his ass and watch the whole
thing. I crawled over the kid, wrapped my left hand in the hair at
the back of his head and pulled his head up so he was looking straight
into the mirror; I wanted to SEE the expression on his face when I
buried my woodie in his backside.
I grabbed his hip with my right hand and leaned forward; staring
straight at his face in the mirror, I pressed my cock-head against his
tortured little muscle. This kid's eyes flew open in horror as my
cock split through the ring of his ass, and our gaze locked for an
instant as I forced my way into his rectum; it was the most intensely
powerful feeling in my young life, maybe in my whole life, as I stared
at the kid, my cock sliding into his behind, his hard little muscle
rolling along my shaft.
In that instant I knew I had captured his soul. I kept my hand in his
hair and with my other hand to steady our slippery wet bodies, I
started to really ride the kid beneath me. I thrust forward, my near-
hairless groin slapping against his bruised, enflamed buttocks; the
kid opened his mouth and squealed like a stuck pig as he lurched
forward on his knees as my cock burrowed into his depths, his head
pulled back by my hand in his hair, his puny neck muscles straining
with the efforts of screaming as our balls collided, my dick buried as
far into him as I could forceit..
I rode him hard, our wet bodies slipping on the hardwood floor as I
pistoned my cock in and out of this kid's tight little butt, my shaft
painted red with the blood from his almost-virgin ass. The kid was
shrieking bloody murder as I thrust brutally into him, sliding my cock
back and forth through the tight hard ring of his young sphincter
muscle, ripping open his anus with my brutal attentions. But we were
inside then; the houses in HIS neighborhood were so far apart no-one
could hear anything from next door; his mother would be gone for
another two or three hours, so I let the kid shriek, it excited me.
I rode him that way for a while, because I liked watching his facial
contortions as my dick tortured his innards; his eyes were tightly
shut, tears were streaming down his face flushed red from the exertion
of it all.
I pulled out of the kid's chute, dribbling blood from the end of my
cock, and pushed him roughly forward; he bruised his breastbone as he
landed on his stomach. I crawled over him again, pressed my hands
against his shoulders, pinning him face down on the floor in his
mother's bedroom and re-penetrated. I know now the angle I penetrated
him at must've caused him unbelievable agony; all I knew then was that
he twisted and fought, making it even more pleasurable for me as I
held him helpless, raping his wimp ass. I looked up into the mirror,
exulting in the sight of my fat hard dick, already big even though not
full-grown, sliding wetly, lubricated with his blood, splitting wide
his tight narrow buttocks. I yanked his hair, pulled his head up, his
chin on the floor, just as I felt my nuts jerk; the kids eyes flew
open in surprise as my jizz shot, wet and hot, into his colon, and I
locked eyes with him again. I can't imagine what it felt like to him
as my hot sperm splashed into his gut in spurts, but he looked
surprised, and I just loved the look on his face as I stared him down,
lying on top of him with my softening bone still buried inside him.
I pulled out of the kid and went to shower again, leaving him lying
prone and sobbing.
"Man you better clean yourself before you mother comes home and
catches you," I said to him. "If it was me, I wouldn't want MY mother
finding out I was a fucking sperm-bag homo."
The kid just lay there and sobbed, long choking gasps, as I showered,
washing his funk off my body. I wanted to call my best friend 'Dozer
and tell him about my discovery. We spent almost all our free time
back then talking about getting laid, if I shared what I'd learned
that day with him, that all you had to do was take what you wanted,
maybe he'd help me figure out where we could find us some PUSSY. Rump
roast was fine, but I was really eager to taste it ALL.
I left the kid lying there as I dressed. The knees on my jeans really
were fucked, there'd be hell to pay later, but goddamn, I had had my
first piece of chicken and it had tasted GOOD.
"Is that a car engine?" I remarked casually. The kid's mother wasn't
due for another couple hours at least, but he jumped, rose painfully
to his knees, and limped into the shower still feeling my pole up his
ass. I went downstairs to watch some color TV and grab another Coke.
Good grades and school spirit had paid off in Aces for me that day.
==End part 2==
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