Killenkoff Institute

Chapter 15 of 25

Tyler was being punished. “But I have not done anything wrong,” he wailed, his pretty eleven-year-old eyes filled with tears. He knew the punishments at the Killenkoff Institute must be appalling since daily life itself was agony.

“Fucking hole, I know you haven’t done anything wrong. We’re punishing you, so you know how you will feel if you ever perform anything wrong. If you ever refuse a male anything he wants, if you don’t obey every order instantly and with enthusiasm, if you ever fucking don’t please me or any dude at all, we want you to have a taste of how it will feel burned into your stupid cunt brain, so that you never even think of disobeying or fucking up! Got that, twat face?”

Ivan was naked, and his big fat teenage dick was full and throbbing. It swayed from side to side, sticking out from his groin like a baseball bat. He had two other teenage boys about his age to help him. They were also naked and aroused. One of them continually dripped pre-fuck from his cock. They were excited about the prospect of inflicting pain. Many teenage boys are like that. They love to be bullies and thugs. It’s a natural part of growing up for a boy.

They tied poor Tyler to a sawhorse, with his giant injected tits resting on the top bar of the contraption. He was bent over at the waist, arms lashed to the sides, and big fat eleven-year-old tits resting on top. He looked up at the handsome boys, terrified.

“What...what are you going to do to me?”

Ivan smiled. Fuck, he was a handsome dude. “First, we’re going to apply a good old-fashioned tit whipping. Of course, it will be more fun once your udders are bigger. Watching your tits swing as we beat the fuck out of them, but this will give you a little taste of what is to come.”

Ivan picked up a sturdy birch rod and swung it through the air. The muscles in his strong arms tensed, and the rod made a swishing sound. His ass globes tightened as he bounced around on his bare feet, snapping and swinging the rod. His fuck meat slapped his thighs, and his big balls bounced and swayed.

Tyler was getting used to seeing guys’ cocks. He never thought he would admit that to himself, but he was relatively unaffected now by the sight of a fucking huge cock swinging in front of him. It was the pain that the cock could cause that still terrified him. Whether he realized it or not, he was learning to respect cock. He looked at it with awe and fear, the way all cunt boys should look at cock.

The rod snapped down across Tyler’s sensitive, swollen tits without warning. The breasts flattened and bounced, a dark red slash appearing on the milk-white skin. Tyler’s scream filled the room. The three teenage boys jumped around, cheering and high-fiving each other. Tears ran down the face of the sweet eleven-year-old boy.

“Puh...puh-lease…no more…I beg you. I’ll be good. I’ll suck cock real good. I promise. I’ll be a really good suck.” Words Tyler thought he would never say poured out of his mouth. It was horrible how he had changed in such a short time.

“You’re goddamn fucking right that you’ll become an excellent cocksucker. You will be a champion cocksucker and suck cock all day and night. You will suck one hundred cocks a day before we’re through with you. You will suck cock from five in the morning until midnight without stopping. Your entire life will be sucking cock.” 

Ivan’s eyes glowed, and a wicked smile covered his face. “Except for when you are getting ass fucked! When you’re being fucked, you will get cock up your ass twenty-four hours a day for days and days on end. You will be fucked four or five times an hour. You will exist as nothing but a dick trough for cock scum. But you still have a lot to learn, you worthless piece of shit! So, we have to hurt you to impress that upon you!”

Ivan jumped as if he were about to sink a basket. His fat dick flopped up and hit his stomach. He brought the birch rod down with all his strength onto Tyler’s unfortunate abused tits. Tyler threw his head from side to side, tears streaming from his red eyes. He bit his lower lip, and blood appeared. His naked young body strained at his bonds. One of the other unclothed teenage boys stepped behind him and roughly rammed three fingers up inside Tyler’s tender eleven-year-old boy-cunt.

“The fucking faggot must enjoy it; his little clitty is leaking.”

“Don’t ever let a cunt boy fool you. They love to be hurt by big, strong, handsome dudes. They fucking drip for it. A faggot will never admit it, but they all cream over a little pain. Now, my buddies, watch this. If you think he was fucked up out of his mind by whipping his tits. Wait until you hear this. I am going to whip his balls now!”

And he did. He brought the birch rod down again and again on Tyler’s swollen balls. The balls grew red and even more swollen, looking like they would burst. Tyler almost passed out from the pain. The boy behind him dug his fingers deeper into his asshole. Finally, the ball whipping stopped, but the torture was just starting. Now, Ivan tied a strong black thread around each nipple. Tyler bit into his lower lip again from the pain. Blood flowed.

“Here, Johnny, I want you to tug on this cunt boy’s tits. Really yank them out by pulling on the thread as hard as you can!”

Tyler was convinced his nipples would be ripped off. The entire tit globe was lifted and stretched by the nipple. Ivan walked close to him and started to slap his face with his thick, leaking dick.

“Think about cock! Cock! I want you thinking about nothing but cock, faggot. At eleven, your mind should be on one thing and one thing only...cock! That is the trouble with cunt boys nowadays. They don’t have the proper respect for cock!”

The cock slapped back and forth across Tyler’s face, leaving red marks and pecker tracks. His nipples were stretched to the point of being torn from his tits. Fingers dug deeply into his asshole. The boy behind him withdrew his fingers, squatted down, his dick hanging to the floor, and started to pull and twist Tyler’s swollen ball sack.

“Yank those balls harder!” Ivan yelled, smacking Tyler’s face with his fuckmeat. The boy yanked the swollen ball sack as hard as he could. Tyler’s mouth opened in an agonized scream, and Ivan shoved his plum-sized dick head into it.

“Come on, you fucking cock hole, tell me you love cock. Tell me!”

“I lugh ock...I lugh ock.” Tyler tried to speak with the fat cock leaking in his mouth.

“Louder, fuckhole! Yell out that you love cock!”

“I lugh ock! I lugh ock!”

Ivan laughed and rammed his cock down Tyler’s throat. The boy behind him twisted and pulled Tyler’s inflamed ball sack while the boy in front tugged on the nipple threads. Tyler collapsed over the wooden sawhorse. His body was broken, his spirit destroyed. The fat cock sprayed down his throat, and all the while, he swallowed. He kept trying to yell how much he loved cock. In this manner, young cunt boys learn that God put them on this earth to service cock! His only hope now was for Jeff to save him and take him away from this living hell!

Chapter 16 of 2

Tyler knelt naked in the middle of the room. He knelt as he had been taught to—as no eleven-year-old boy should have to—with his back arched, so his now swollen tits pushed themselves grossly off of his chest. He knelt with his legs wide apart so his baby dick and balls were totally visible. He was such a pretty boy, such a fucked-up boy.

Ivan stood before him, wearing only a jockstrap. It bulged obscenely, his massive hunk of teenage fuckmeat and nuts packed behind the thin, stretched elastic material.

As instructed, Tyler stared only at Ivan’s cock. He dared not look anywhere else until told to. He concentrated on the tube of the fuckmeat curled in the pouch, too large to be totally contained by the jockstrap. He noted how the fat egg-sized balls pushed the elastic away from his groin, just too much fucker for the size large pouch. He even noticed a slight discoloration at the front of the pouch from piss-leak.

He was glad he had the fuck pouch to stare at since it kept his mind off of what new and terrible things might be done to him. Poor eleven-year-old Tyler had suffered so much in the past few days. His trials and tribulations never seemed to end, and no matter how hard he tried, he could never please Ivan. And when he did not please Ivan, he hurt him. He hurt him badly.

“Congratulations, faggot, today you’re going to make your first movie!”

Ivan nodded toward the three video cameras held by three well-muscled guys in their late teens or early twenties. Two of the guys also wore jockstraps, but the third was totally naked, his cock hanging six inches flaccid, like a salami. Tyler’s gaze never wavered from Ivan’s cock pouch. He was going to be fucked. He already knew that. Every day he was fucked in the ass, in the mouth. Every day he was fucked all day. Fucked or some other loathsome thing.

His asshole was stretched and swollen and never stopped throbbing. The lips of his pretty mouth were engorged from continual cocksucking. That a boy, Tyler! That’s how all good-looking eleven-year-old boys should look and feel.

And now they were going to film him getting fucked! Who cared anymore? Certainly not Tyler. Maybe if someone saw him getting fucked in a movie, they would feel sorry for him and help him. Most likely not. The men, who would buy such films, loved watching young cunt boys get fucked and stretched.

Ivan smiled. “Today’s movie is called Tyler’s New Boyfriend. Isn’t that a good title for the film? And you, Tyler, are the star. However, before we begin, we must ensure that you will cooperate with enthusiasm and energy. Time is money in the film industry; we can’t risk you copping out on us at the last minute. So, I want you to lie on your back with your knees up to your tits and legs spread wide for just a moment.”

Tyler immediately went into his back. He knew you did not dare cross Ivan for a second, or the consequences would be terrible. His tits were quite massive now from the daily injections, and they almost threw him off balance. He raised his legs, spread them, and rested his knees on his tits.

“Now, Tyler, I am going to hurt you. I am going to hurt you, not because you were a bad faggot, but because I want to ensure that you will not be a bad faggot during our filming.”

Tyler wanted to scream out to him that he would be good. He would let them fuck him. He would pretend to love it if they wanted, but he dared not speak without permission. His mouth was for sucking cock, and sometimes taking in substance. Not for insipid vocalization.

‘Please don’t hurt me,’ he said over and over in his mind, which he tried to convey with his eyes.

“Don’t be frightened, faggot. I’m only going to hurt you for a few seconds, but it will be quite bad. I need to ensure your total cooperation in today’s filming. We want Tyler’s New Boyfriend to be an instant bestseller.

“Now, this is a stun gun. You’ve experienced this before. It gives you quite a nasty shock, doesn’t it? Well, I have never had it beyond three before. And today, I’m going to shock you with it turned up to level six. I am going to shock your worthless clitty! I am going to shock you in your eleven-year-old clitty! And I’m going to tell you that if you do not do everything required of you today with cheerfulness and energy, you will get shocked at level eight. And you will be shocked for over an hour. It will almost kill you. The pain will be unbearable. If you disobey even one order today, if you hesitate for even one second, I will shock you beyond any imagination of what pain can be or do. Reach down with your hands and pull your pussy open. I want to shock you right on the cunt lips.”

Tyler was too scared even to cry. He knew about the stun gun. Ivan loved to play with it. He often gave boys shocks to get them to crawl faster during faggot races, or he would use it to get a boy to suck dick better or beg for more cock, but always at a very low level. Tyler reached down with trembling fingers and spread apart his teenage ass cheeks. He spread them wide apart so as not to anger Ivan.

Ivan touched the tip of the stun gun to Tyler's swollen, elongated pricklet. They had been working on stretching his pricklet these last few days. Stretching it and keeping it ultra-sensitive with sandpaper and injections. So sensitive that even touching it almost sent him into orgasm. He was becoming a nearly constantly cumming fag.

“Now, take care that you don’t bite your tongue off or chew through your lips. That would be a real shame.”

It was unspeakably painful—mind-numbingly agonizing. Tyler’s brain almost exploded as electricity shot through his dick, up into his guts, up, up, almost to his heart. His entire body trembled and seemed to levitate off the concrete floor. He had never felt anything so horrible in his whole life. He knew instantly he would do anything...anything, never to suffer it again. It had served its purpose.

“There now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Ivan said, and the guys in the room laughed at the trembling, naked, prepubescent boy on the floor. “Now remember, if you don’t want to get it again and much worse. You just be a good little star today.”

Tyler noticed through his now teary eyes that the cameras were already rolling.

“Okay, and here comes your fellow actor—your new boyfriend!”

The door opened, and Jeff, Tyler’s only hope in this nightmare world, walked in. Jeff looked at him with real compassion. He was so fucking handsome, so built. He wore a white posing strap that accentuated his gigantic prick and balls. For one instant, Tyler took on hope. Was Jeff to be his boyfriend in the movie? But then he saw what Jeff had with him. Jeff was leading some kind of enormous dog on a leash. The animal was waist-high to Jeff, and drool ran from its jowls in long strings.

“Jeff has your new boyfriend right here. Tyler, I want you to meet your new boyfriend, Fucker!”

As if the dog could sense what was said, it lifted its huge head, opened its fanged mouth, and let out a snarl and a deafening bark. More drool ran from its jowls. Tyler was out of his mind with terror.

“Don’t worry. He won’t bite you unless you resist him. He did bite off one boy’s ball sack a few months ago, but it was so fucking funny that we left it in the movie. But this is a romantic movie. This is a love story of a lonely eleven-year-old boy and his faithful dog, Fucker. I will be the director. Ready. Lights. Camera. Action.”

That was stupid because the cameras had been rolling all along. Jeff stood with a sad, sympathetic look on his face, but his cock started to erect immediately, and he reached down and kept squeezing it. A huge pre-fuck stain formed in the front of the thin, stretched material.

‘I love you, Jeff. I love you, Jeff. Please, help me! Please help me to escape!’ Tyler screamed over and over in his head as he knelt naked in the middle of the floor while the huge dog padded around, smelling him.

“Now, Tyler, say hello to your new boyfriend. Give him a nice big kiss on the mouth and tell him how handsome he is and how much you love him!”

Tyler put his face up to the dog’s head. His eleven-year-old face looked tiny next to the monstrous visage of the drooling animal. The dog’s smell was overwhelming, and his yellow fangs dripped saliva. Tyler did not know if he could put his mouth to the dog’s jowls.

“He’s been well trained and won’t hurt you if you do it right. Show him some real love. Now talk to him, faggot!”

“My…my...what a nice doggie you are,” he started, his voice shaking and the words muttered.

“No, you fucking hole. This is not your pet. This is your boyfriend. Beg him to fuck you. Beg him for his big handsome cock! Just like you faggots do with boys. Do you want the stun gun, faggot?”

“Oh, I love you so much,” said Tyler to the dog. “I dream about your big, thick cock all the time. I need it so bad. I need to kiss you. Please fuck me. Please fuck me, my darling boyfriend.”

Not bad for an eleven-year-old boy. The cunt boy could act when he had to.

“Pet him and stroke him while you kiss him. Look at the huge tongue on that dog. Let him lick your face with his tongue. Oh fuck, I’m getting a hard-on. Now, stick your tongue into his mouth. He won’t bite. Go for it, faggot.”

Tyler passionately kissed the giant dog. He got dog spit and snot in his mouth, but that did not matter now. He was forced to make out with the dog for almost ten minutes. He was made to say nasty things to it.

“Okay, well done, moving on! Now, crawl under the dog, Tyler, and start licking his big black balls. This is an art film, Tyler. It has a philosophical message. Our film’s message is that fucked-up, dick-loving, eleven-year-old fag like you need cock so bad that they don’t care if it is human or animal. They need prick so desperately they will take any cock at all—any time, any place. Isn’t that a timely message? It’s a warning to all those nice middle school and high school boys out there to beware of faggots, who are probably fucking and sucking the family dog at home!

“Come on, faggot, you’re wasting time. Crawl down under that pooch and lay on your back. He’ll adjust. He’s done this many, many times.”

The gigantic canine had substantial, low-hanging nuts. The leathery black scrotum smelled horrible. It swung down a good six or seven inches from the dog’s underbelly. The nuts were lemon-sized. The scrotum brushed against Tyler’s pretty face. He could not help but wince and wrinkle his nose with disgust.

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“Watch it, faggot. Another reaction like that, and you’ll get zapped good. Now open your mouth and start to lick the doggie balls!”

Tyler had licked scrotums almost every day since coming to Killenkoff Institute. He had tasted sweaty, pissy, dirty boy balls, but never anything like this. They must not have washed the dog for weeks. He started to lick the swinging fuck sack. His pretty pink tongue contrasted nicely with the leathery black skin of the dog’s scrotum. The cinematographers zoomed in for close-ups. Imagine how this poor eleven-year-old boy felt, naked in front of cameras, licking dog balls.

“To prove you are enjoying yourself, reach down, and play with your cunt while you lick his balls.”

The dog shifted his stance and growled as Tyler shoved two fingers up his asshole.

“Two fingers? What the fuck is that? Three or four at least, faggot! Show how nice and open we have made you. Now suck on one of the nuts. Oh shit, this jockstrap is strangling my dick.”

Ivan stepped out of his jock, his throbbing cock now fully hard and leaking up a storm.

“Okay, way to go, Tyler. His prick is starting to come out of its sheath, but we can get to that in a minute. We have something else to do first. Something all males enjoy, and all fags like you love to do. Crawl around back and lick and suck the dog’s asshole!”

Is there no God? Is there no mercy? Why no divine intervention? Tyler had been a good boy all his life. He was not evil. How could this be happening to him? How could naked teenage boys with cameras and stiff drooling dicks be filming him as he crawled naked, his newly forming tits swinging, to the rear end of a gigantic dog, to lick the dog’s stinking, filthy asshole?

“Oh fuck, yeah,” Jeff muttered under his breath.

Jeff watched his favorite cumdump licking dog ass. Somehow, it all seemed so fitting. All these boys felt that way. It felt and looked so right to see a bare-assed big titted eleven-year-old cunt boy on hands and knees behind a shaggy dirty dog sticking his sweet tongue out and licking the dog’s rectum hole!

“That’s so fucking beautiful! That’s how I want to see all cunt boys! It’s their fucking duty. It’s what they were fucking born to do. Now, faggot, stick your tongue as far as you can up inside the dog asshole! Christ, what a fucking good love story!”

Ivan masturbated his huge cock as he watched, and Jeff’s cock had pushed its way out from the side of the wet white thong to bob in the air and drool. These were normal boys with everyday needs.

“Come on, you useless ass licker, work that tongue around in the asshole. Give that doggie a boner!”

Tyler forced more and more of his tongue into the dog’s ass. He tasted and felt dog shit.

“Get going, finger your cunt hole while you tongue fuck dog ass!”

“This is going to be one fucking amazing film. He’s a natural star!” one of the cameramen said.

“Are you fucking kidding? I taught him everything he knows. When he came here, he had never sucked an asshole in his life. Imagine it, he’s eleven years old and never sucked a dude’s ass. What the fuck is wrong with cunt boys nowadays? Oh, man, look at that dog prick!”

It was true. The dog prick had emerged from the sheath. It was pink and black, spotted, gnarled, full of veins, and leaking yellowish slime. You could smell it across the room, and it was nine inches long and thicker than a Coke can.

“Tyler, your boyfriend is ready for you!” Ivan laughed, and his prick bounced up and slapped his stomach.

“Oh, man, you fucking, fucking beautiful piece of fuckhole, you!” Jeff muttered. It was as near to love as he had ever come.

“Okay, Tyler, time to suck some doggie dick!”

They threw Tyler a towel to wipe the dog shit off his lips, making sure they first got a picture-perfect close-up of it. Tyler’s eyes looked glazed, and his mouth hung open slackly as if he was slightly retarded.

“Come on, cocksucker, look bright. The best part of the movie is still to come. Don’t drop out on us now. Crawl down under the dog and lick that big beautiful leaking dick!”

“Jesus, how the fuck can he stand licking dog cock?” Jeff asked while pumping his prick.

“Oh, fuck, cunt boys love it. They just gotta be trained, is all. You know how desperately they need cock. When we go out to the bars or hang around the high schools or middle schools, you know that all those fags are thinking about is getting into our pants to taste our fat fuckers! Their cunts are itchy, their clittys are dripping, and their mouths are drooling at the thought of tasting cock meat. You just gotta be a little forceful with them, is all.

“Now, faggot, look at that fuckmeat on your new boyfriend. Isn’t that beautiful? Doesn’t that make your little clitty slime? Go ahead, baby, you know you want to. Go ahead and lick that big fat dog dick!”