Oh, Brother!

The following is a work of erotic fiction designed for a mature audience.  It is the first of the final three chapters in the series.

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In early evening Donny Wilson hot rodded toward his ultimate destination, the secluded farmhouse which was home to the Aryan Seamus and headquarters for his gang of Skinheads.  Donny had a plan.  It was the next phase in his ongoing persecution of his baby brother, Billy.  What began as a twisted form of jealous revenge had become highly exciting to dastardly Donny.   He was really getting off on introducing the kid to increasing degrees of sexual degradation.  Billy’s resolve had already broken; he aimlessly followed Donny’s direction, which encouraged Donny to raise the stakes even higher for the next session.  He had this one all worked out in his head.  He just hoped the Skinheads would go for it.

A couple of weeks had passed since Donny dragged Billy to a drug dealer’s den.  Twisting the truth a bit he convinced the black pushers that the boy was freely giving his faggot ass to white supremacists.  All the video and picture images he had taken that wild night in the Aryan’s secret bunker supported his claim.  Billy got royally raped, not only by big black cock but by every junkie in the place, including a particularly grizzly homeless dude.  The showpiece, though, was when Keyshawn’s German Shepard mounted Billy, knotted with him and fucked him full of doggie sperm.  When Donny got the wrecked kid home he stripped down, threw himself across his bed and beat off a monstrous load. 

The plan now was to reverse the scenario on the Skinheads, show them how Billy was “still” fucking with black dudes.  They were incensed enough last time; now they’d really wail into him.  Saturday night was coming.  The elder Wilson’s would be on their weekly outing.  Donny would suggest that they come to the house, stage a break-in, confront Billy in his room and have their way with him there.  The idea appealed to him, although he wasn’t entirely sure they would go for it.  An alternate plan had them abducting Billy as he left school, taking him back to their bunker (or, perhaps, the dense wooded area on the other side of town) and fucking the the black out of him.  Either way Billy would be scared shitless. 

After all those addicts (and the bow wow) had fucked the fight out of Billy Donny had taken him to Doc Schwartz, a physician on the bad side of town not far from the drug dealer’s lair.  Schwartz was known by the residents there as an unorthodox medic who specialized in sensitive issues, hence the many illegal back room abortions he performed.  Donny made up the story that his poor baby bro had been gang raped and needed to be checked out.  Schwartz spent an unusually long amount of time examining Billy, and then sent him home with antibiotics and anal cream, cautioning him against fucking for a few weeks.

Well, time was up and Donny was anxious to enact his next plan.  He was a few miles from his destination when his smartphone pinged.  With one hand on the wheel Donny brought up the text message.  It was from his buddy Bones who, along with the rest of his friends, had fucked Billy at Bozo’s place one night not long ago.  Bones was aptly named because he was tall and extremely lanky with tattoos, well, pretty much all over. 

“Git yr ass over 2 the motel NOW u ain’t gonna beleev whos hear” it said.  Bones had taken a night job at a seedy, rundown, no-tell motel out at the edge of town which boasted hourly rates and, would you believe, Smart TV!   He claimed all sorts of clandestine assignations were taking place there on a regular basis.  Donny was curious.  But what to do?  He was practically at the Aryan’s homestead.  To reach the hotel he would have to go cross town.

“Whos it?” Donny managed to type.  Bones’ reply was quick. “U no him. Hurry!” Donny clenched his jaw and banged a fist against the wheel.  He couldn’t ignore the urgency in Bones’ text.  Slamming on his brakes he pulled a U-turn and headed for the old motel.

It took nearly half an hour to make the trip.  When he pulled into the pot-hole laden parking lot there was only one other car in sight: Bones’ beat up hunk of junk.  This better fuckin’ be good, Donny thought as he parked and made his way to the office.  Bones was leaning back in a swivel chair, feet up on the counter in front of him and smoking a joint when he walked in.  Bones steely blue eyes were full of excitement.  “Damn, bro.  I told ya to hurry.  They just left a few minutes ago.”

“I was on the other side of town,” Donny frowned with annoyance.  Had he made this detour for nothing?

Bones passed Donny the blunt.  Donny took a deep drag and handed it back.  “So who the fuck was it?”

Bones appeared giddy with enthusiasm.  “You never gonna believe it ‘til you see it!”  Donny could never figure how Bones made it through security detectors with all the jewelry on his lanky body.  The twenty-one year old had piercings in his lip, through his tongue, both nostrils and eyebrows and a trail of them clear up his earlobes.   And those were only the visible ones. 

“So you gonna tell me or not?” Donny demanded.

Bones giggled.  “Better, I’m gonna show you!”  He went on to explain that room twelve, the farthest down the one-storied row of rental rooms, was the most requested due to its relative privacy.  With his surprising technical know-how Bones had installed a secret cam in the wall of the room shortly after he hired on there.  Whatever went on in there was visible to him through an app on his phone.  Getting stoned and jerking off watching the occupants going at it in this room had made the job much more interesting. 

It took Bones only a few seconds to cast the video he had recorded from his device onto the 19” Smart TV high up in the corner of one wall.  Yes, they actually did have Smart TV in this dump!  Donny’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped when he instantly recognized the recent occupants of Room 12.  Bones’ recording had begun shortly after the two were already at It but there was no mistaking the two.  Mrs. Brewster was buck naked, facing the camera, and sucking the cock of none other than Tom Wilson, Donny’s fearsome father!  Mrs. Fucking Brewster, the wife of Tom’s best friend and work buddy, Ed! As the action continued Tom flipped around to eat out Dottie’s snatch, then climbed aboard and began fucking her bald pussy. 

A sinister smile spread over Donny’s face.  Without taking his eyes from the action Donny asked, “Can you send this shit to my phone?”  Bones accomplished the feat in a matter of seconds. 

“Gotchya, Terrible Tom!” Donny hissed menacingly, pointing at the screen with his forefinger, drawing back the others, cocking his thumb and firing. 

 

The earlier visit to Doc Schwartz had been another new experience for Billy.  It was curious that Donny had even showed any concern after the homeless man and doggie fuck, a memory which would be imbedded in Billy’s conscience forevermore.  He swore he would never succumb to the demon marijuana again (unaware the joint had also been laced with a potent psychedelic.)

The doctor’s office was a far cry from that of the Wilson family doctor.  It was situated in a dilapidated brick building behind the main drag, the windows of the upper floors boarded over.  A buzzer by the outside door gained them entry.  The waiting room was a small two chair area.  There was no receptionist.   A scruffy looking character, late-twenties or early-thirties, dressed in scrubs that could have used a washing and pressing came out to greet them.  Donny explained the situation as Billy averted the unshaven, unruly haired male nurse’s lecherous gaze when his rotten brother outlined the predicament. 

Nurse Albert ushered Billy through a secure door and down a short hallway to an examination room at the end.  Donny was not allowed admittance back there and went outside for a smoke while his brother was attended to.  Once the door to the room was closed behind them Albert instructed Billy to strip.  While the rather portly nurse stood there with his arms crossed over his chest Billy swallowed hard and gingerly removed his clothing, folding and placing it neatly on a nearby chair.  He was uncomfortably aware that Albert’s eyes were appraising him.   

There was no weight or blood pressure check.  Billy was told to lay back on the examination table, curiously covered with a rubber mat.  Albert roughly lifted each leg and placed his feet in stirrups, effectively spreading him lewdly open with his ass at the edge of the table.  Rummaging through a drawer he came back with a jar of lotion which he dipped his chunky, ungloved fingers into and generously smeared over Billy’s totally vulnerable asshole.  Billy noticed the man’s nails were dirty but the soothing cream felt good on his recently abused hole.  Albert spent time rubbing his grotesque digits over Billy’s puffy ass lips.  Billy had the idea that the nurse was enjoying this job and prolonging the treatment. 

Suddenly two fingers were pushing through his labia and into his hole!  Billy raised his head to look between his spread legs as the male nurse rubbed the lotion around inside his butt.  Billy reflexively clutched the working fingers and Albert smiled knowingly.  He added more cream, added another digit and began slowly finger fucking Billy’s hole.  Billy whimpered and his teen cock shot up in full erection.  Albert wrapped his other hand around Billy’s boyhood and stroked his cock while he manipulated his obviously hungry pussy.

“Feels good, don’t it?” he said.  “Bet you wasn’t forced at all.  You’ve got a nice little pussy here.  Bet you invited all those guys to fuck you.”

Billy was about to deny when, to his surprise, Albert bobbed down and took his cock head into his mouth.  The unattractive nurse continued to corkscrew around in Billy’s hole as he sucked on the teen’s randy cock.  His tongue expertly licked around the flange of Billy’s head, glided over the glans and teased his already-leaking piss hole.  Billy decided Nurse Albert was expert at sucking dick and, despite the guy’s appearance, he liked this exam. 

Just then the door flung open and the strangest man Billy had ever seen came bounding in like some sort of heroic avenger.  “AHA!” he bellowed.  “Messing with the patients once again, Nurse Albert!”

Albert came off the cock and looked over his shoulder at the intruder, “Sorry, Doc.  You know I can’t keep myself off the young ones.”

“Fucking pedo!  Don’t know why I keep you around.”

Albert winked at him.  “You know I always do good prep work.”

So this was the doctor!?  Billy was stunned.  And somewhat apprehensive.  This man had a crazed, comical look about him.  Thoroughly disheveled and entirely unprofessional in his appearance, he wore a yellowed, wrinkled lab coat which showed bare, hairy legs beneath the knee, indicating he was otherwise casually dressed in shorts.  Beat-up Chucks were on his rather large feet, their laces untied.  Oversized dark-framed glasses sat cockeyed on his rather large, rosy proboscis under which sprouted a bushy, untamed handle bar mustache which grew over his lips and was crazily curled up at the sides.  His eyes were large and gleaming, giving Billy the impression that he was high on something.  Untamed beetle brows bisected across his creased forehead, overly long tentacles poking out and upward from varying angles.  His hair was a wild and thick unkempt mop of salt-and-pepper, long overdue for a cut.  Billy gauged the so-called doctor to be in his late forties.

Schwartz came closer and whistled low.  “This one’s a real cutie.  What’s the patient’s name?”

Albert paused in his cock sucking to simply say, “Billy.”

“Does he taste like a Billy?” Schwartz asked.

Albert frowned and pondered a moment.  “Ummmm, takes more like a Ryan.”

“A Ryan,” Schwartz repeated, fist now under his chin and forefinger against his cheek as he contemplated.  “Yes, I remember.  I had a Ryan once.  I left him cryin’.”  Slapping his thigh he cackled, amused at his own lame joke, “Cryin’ Ryan, you get it?”

Billy didn’t find it at all funny.  He had already decided this inept physician was insane.  He wanted to get up and flee, but with his feet secured in those stirrups and Albert’s lips now locked around the base of his cock he was at their mercy. 

“Nurse Albert!” Schwartz shouted, all authority now.  “Enough of this putzing around!  Bring me my speculum!”  Albert regrettably let Billy’s eight-and-a-half inches out of his hugging throat and resumed his nursing duties.  He handed the doc an odd-looking plastic tool coated with rubber.  Schwartz displayed the item to him and asked, “Do you know what this is?”  Billy shook his head fearfully.  “It’s a speculum.  Its purpose is to spread you pussy wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiideopen so’s I can look inside and see if those awful brutes did any real damage.”  The doctor moved over to situate himself between the spread of Billy’s legs.  Billy felt horribly vulnerable.

Due to the nurse’s superb lube job the device fit comfortably into Billy’s ass mouth.  But then it began to widen and stretch his ass lips apart.  Billy’s eyes grew larger and larger as it pulled him wide open from top to bottom, side to side until his hole was gaping.  He shifted uncomfortably on the examination table and whimpered like a wounded pup.   “Light!” Schwartz ordered and Nurse Albert strapped a device around the top of the doctor’s head that was better suited for a coal miner’s hard hat.  The LED light shone brightly into Billy’s spread pussy.  Sans sterile gloves or instruments Schwartz used two fingers to examine Billy’s insides. 

“Nice puffy pussy,” he commented.  “A little bruising, some redness, but no worries.  You’ll live to fuck again.  And again.  And again.  Tell me, how many were there?”

“I dunno,” Billy admitted.

Schwartz threw his hands up in the air.  “He doesn’t know!  Did you hear that, Nurse Albert?  He got fucked by so many that he doesn’t know!  I’d say a dozen.”

“Two,” Albert chimed in.

“Two dozen!  Oh, my my.  You certainly are a little boy slut, aren’t you?” Schwartz cackled gleefully.

Billy really didn’t think there were that many, but with the laced joint distorting his thought process he couldn’t be entirely sure.  Besides, he had other concerns.  “Doc, there’s , like, no way, I can get, like, pregnant, right?”

“Oh course not, you silly boy!” Schwartz giggled.  “You don’t have the right parts for that.  Although, your parts look pretty good to me,” he added, slapping his thigh again and chuckling.

Billy became sheepish.  “Even if, like, a dog was in there.”

Schwartz appeared startled, and then leaned in conspiratorially.  “Are you telling me you fucked a dog, a real live dog?  A bow wow?”

Billy clucked his tongue and rolled his eyes.  “No, the dog fucked me.”

“What kind of dog?” Schwartz was all interest.  His fingers were no longer examining.  Instead they were moving in and out of Billy’s hole.  “A little yapper or a big fuckin’ dog?”

“A German Shepard,” Billy admitted, breathing a little harder now as the doc’s fingers massaged his sensitive ass walls.

“Billy got fucked by a dog,” Schwartz said matter-of-factly.  Then, with more enthusiasm, “Billy got fucked by dog!”  He said it again to Albert and then both he and the nurse were skipping around the examination table sing-songing, “Billy got fucked by a dog!  Billy got fucked by a dog!”   Billy was certain he had fallen down a rabbit hole where he was the boy version of Alice in a warped Wonderland.  And Doc Schwartz was the Mad Hatter.  Suddenly Schwartz stopped short, so quickly that Albert bumped into him.  Leaning close to Billy he looked all seriousness as he asked, “Did he shoot doggie sperm inside you?”  Billy swallowed hard and nodded affirmatively.  This set off another insane march with the two of them dancing around to the tune of “Billy got doggie spermed!” 

Just as quickly Schwartz was all seriousness again.  “Of course you can’t have puppies.  Nurse Albert, prepare the injection.”  Billy was instantly wary.  The nurse handed the doctor a hypodermic which Schwartz introduced to his upper arm.  “Penicillin,” he explained.  “Just in case.  And I’m supplying you with antibiotic to take for the next seven days.” 

“Thanks, Doc,” Billy replied, relieved.  “I was worried.”

Schwartz threw up his hands, nearly jabbing himself with the needle.  “What’s to worry?  All will be fine.”

“Okay.  Now, can you take this thing out of my butt?” Billy asked.  “It’s sort of uncomfortable.”

“Dear me, NO!”  Schwartz feigned surprise.  “I’m not done with the examination yet.”

“But, you said---“

“Nurse Albert,” Schwartz shouted, completely ignoring the boy.  “Hand me the twelve.”  To Billy’s horrified eyes Albert retrieved a massive replica of a black cock from a drawer, grinning as he greased it up and handed it over to the doctor.  Down between Billy’s legs again Schwartz widened the speculum a bit more until Billy thought his ass lips would surely split.  Then he introduced the fake cock to Billy’s gaping hole.  It went in unobstructed.  Billy’s head was up, looking between the spread of his legs with his eyes and mouth wide open, a rising moan coming from his throat.  “Have to see how much you can take,” Schwartz explained, his glassy eyes gleaming as he fed inch after black inch into Billy.  Half of the twelve inch cock was already embedded in the boy’s hole and there was more to come.  Billy attempted to rise but Nurse Albert grabbed him firmly by the shoulders and secured him down. 

“Eight inches, Albert.  He’s up in the eight inch mark.  You’re doing good, boy.  Just hang in there.”

“That’s deep enough for me,” Albert grinned suggestively. 

“Such a braggart!” Schwartz clucked.  “Now, here we go.  Sinking in to ten.  Way past the inner sphincter.  Your pussy seems to be in fine condition, boy.  Seems all those men did you a favor.”

Billy could feel the head of the thing pressing against the insides of his belly.   It was almost as if Keyshawn’s big black dick was inside him all over again.  His own boy cock had never gone down throughout the entire ordeal and he could see he was leaking copious pre-cum.  Albert’s dirty fingers reached down there, scooped up some of the jizz, licked it from his digits and went back for more.

“How does it taste, Albert?” Schwartz inquired. 

“You’re the doctor, you be the judge,” the nurse told him with a wink and then fed Schwartz some of the discharge.  

“Yummy, yummy,” Schwartz marveled.  “Semen tastes quite healthy.  And now, for the final test.”  With the heel of his hand he pounded the ball base of the dildo and the remaining inches slammed into Billy’s guts.  Billy grunted.  Schwartz cheered.  Albert slapped him a high-five.  Billy squirmed, thoroughly stuffed with a huge rubber dick. 

Schwartz grabbed it by the base and twisted the thing again, causing the head to really work the deepest recesses of Billy’s womb.  Taking it even more firmly in hand he pulled it back, gritting his teeth as if it was an effort.  When the flange of the head came into view he savagely thrust it back in again.  When Billy cried out Albert clamped a nasty hand over his mouth.  Billy realized he was in the clutches of madmen and there was nothing he could do about it.  Schwartz repeatedly thrust the full length of the black dildo in and out of Billy’s wide open cunt, laughing maniacally as he tormented the boy.  Billy thrashed about but his discomfort only seemed to further arouse the mad doctor.  Again and again the fearsome instrument punched into his guts, making his toes curl and his fine body hairs stand on end. 

“I think this pussy is ready!” Schwartz declared.  “Don’t you think so, Albert?  I think so.”  With that said he yanked the dildo out of Billy and casually tossed it over his shoulder.  Billy’s ass lips strained to close but the speculum prevented such action.  Schwartz rose, stepped back from Billy and pulled the observation device from his forehead.  With his glasses crooked, his wild hair standing on end and his mustache curled he looked quite mad, indeed.  Throwing back his head and emitting a crazed cry he tore open his lab coat.  The doctor was completely nude beneath.  Billy let out a startled gasp when he saw the man’s enormous whanger.  The fearsome thing was larger than anything imaginable.  Like a deadly python  with its head the size of a clenched fist it swayed and pulsed with a life of its own, looking as if it would strike out at any moment.  Thick and mottled with heavy veins it was both obscene and breathtaking at the same time.  Billy was so stunned he couldn’t calculate, but Doc Schwartz packed an astonishing fifteen inches of monstrous cock.  His balls were equally huge and quite hairy, hanging heavily beneath the gargantuan stalk. 

Schwartz’ eyes were rolling around in his head and his serpent’s tongue was lewdly lolling out.   Delirious with fright Billy fought to escape the stirrups to no avail.  He fleetingly thought of shouting out for Donny but realized it would be a fruitless effort.  Rather than coming to his rescue Donny would be delighted by this turn of events.  Billy clutched the covering of the examination table with both hands and tossed his head from side to side, hoping to ward off the insane man.  But Schwartz was already advancing.  Behind him, Albert was plucking at his boy nipples and chuckling.

And then Schwartz was near the end of the exam table between his legs.  Billy watched in horror as the mutant cock reared up like a King Cobra, sniffed out it prey and sprung.  It bore clear though Billy’s widely open hole and slithered up inside his tortured channel.  Billy cried out as it barreled ever deeper, crashing through his inner sphincter and soaring up through his belly.  “Can’t have him carrying on like that.  He’ll bring in the neighbors,” Schwartz quipped. “Give him an injection, Albert.”  But rather than going for another hypodermic Albert stripped off his scrubs and climbed up on the table.  Grasping Billy by the sides of his head he pulled it back and stuffed his hard dick clear down the boy’s throat, effectively muffling any cries for help. 

As the hairy root mashed against his parted lips Billy realized how effortlessly the dick had gone down.  A short time ago it would have been a struggle.   He could already size them up.  The thing throbbing in his stuffed esophagus was a good eight inches.  Nurse Albert withdrew until the glans remained in his mouth, leaking flavorful pre-cum on his tongue, and then he thrust it back in.  Billy felt every inch slip deeper and deeper until the head was lodged deep in his throat.  He involuntary gagged, disappointed in himself for having shown weakness.  But the result was welcome.  Albert began fucking his throat good and hard, slamming the full length in and out.  Billy obligingly held himself open, giving Albert all access.  The smell of stale piss in Albert’s wooly bush aroused him and soon he was slurping on the charging meat.  At least it was taking his mind off what was happening in his hind quarters.

Schwartz’s outrageous, bestial prick literally ravaged Billy’s pussy.  Like a human cable auger it wound its way through his plumbing, rearranging his insides.  The massive head sniffed up farther than Billy would have thought possible.  While it took some effort Schwartzie used the full length of his one-eyed monster, pulling all the way back before sending the full fifteen big ones through Billy’s squirming colon.  His overly hairy salt-and-pepper groin mashed against the boy’s taint each time while the huge, bloated nut sac pounded against his upturned rear.  The doctor fucked like a madman, regardless of the agony or damage he was causing. 

“Nice juicy boy pussy,” he murmured.  “Nothing like young boy butt….feels so good….Doc loves it…kid loves it, too…been fucked a lot….can tell….ooh, yeah…right there…grabbin’ my meat…FUCK, YEAH….stretching that pussy….make it easy for the next gang….little fuckin’ whore…TAKE THAT…AND THAT…gonna juice his puss…”  Then, throwing back his head and wailing to the heavens, “IF ANYBODY CAN MAKE HIM PREGGERS OLD DOC SCHWARTZ CAN!!!!”  Good thing Donny was still outside, trying to make time with some local pussy, or he might have gone bounding in.

With a smirk on his face Albert shook his head.  Doc got like this every time he got some gash.  Most especially with the young men.  He’d seen the old loon fuck mothers-to-be just before performing their abortions.  Sometimes Schwartz’ fifteen incher was all it took.  The crazy coot fucked illegals who didn’t have the cash to pay for medical attention and gave it out in trade.  He fucked the pill heads looking for a quick fix from his sample pharmacy.  It was a wonder he still had a medical license.  For a while Schwartz’ favorite was a butch, high-school athlete who had come to him with an embarrassing problem.  Something about a clitoris in his asshole. The kid, Ryan, must have really grooved on Schwartz’ schlong because, until the day he went off to college, he was a regular patient.  Albert had the feeling this new one, Billy, would join Ryan’s ranks.  The crazy fuck was really getting off on him!

Schwartz hooted gleefully as he fucked hell out of Billy’s vulnerable ass, causing Billy to suck even more voraciously on Albert’s prick.  His specs were all akimbo and threatening to fall from his Rudolph nose, his tongue was tucked up outside one corner of his dripping mouth, nostrils were heavily flaring and his eyes had an insane look about them.  Still, he kept rough stroking away, causing Billy to grunt around Albert’s piece.  Albert certainly didn’t mind; it felt fairly awesome. 

Insanely cackling and never unlocking his dick from Billy or losing a fuck beat, Schwartz reached down and removed the speculum.  Released, Billy’s ass lips attempted to regroup, but were thwarted by the doctor’s wrist-thick dick.  Billy writhed and groaned.  The rim of his tightening hole was being pulled and prodded by the pistoning shaft.  Schwartz himself sighed and tossed back his head as his boy fucker was enveloped by this fresh tightness.  Waves of pleasure washed over his massive meat.  He slammed with even more force into Billy’s clutching butt, breaking through this new barrier.  Billy was really thrashing around now, but Schwartz didn’t care.  Served him right for being such a dirty little boy. 

Albert was well aware that Doc Schwartz was one crazy sonofabitch.  There were moments he wondered why he’d ever signed on with him.  Other times, like now, he was glad he had.  Albert was just smart enough to know he wasn’t anyone’s idea of a dream date.  His mama, the old bitch, didn’t think he was all that ugly but he wasn’t exactly drop dead GQ cover model handsome either.  They lived in a hovel a few blocks over.  Mama was on welfare.  Couldn’t hold down a job.  Drank a lot.  Usually passed out early evening .  Papa had himself a massive heart attack and died a few years back.  Most nights Albert got home, plopped down in front of the TV and gorged himself on fast food and a quart of ice cream.  Hence, he was a bit thick around the middle.  Albert didn’t really have any buddies.  Certainly, no girl.  His hygiene left a bit to be desired. 

He had no nursing degree, although for a short time he’d worked in the hospital.  Janitorial duty.  Got fired for sneaking a peek at the tits of a sleeping patient.  Ran into Doc Schwartz while roaming the neighborhood one morning.  Schwartz was arriving for work.  Kooky looking fella.  Schwartz randomly asked him if he needed a job.  Of course Albert did.  Not that he wanted one; he could live off Mama’s welfare.  But if he ever wanted to get away from the old drunken bitch he’d need some cash flow.  As it turned out Schwartz was in need of an assistant.  His last one quit on the spot.  Later, Albert could easily figure out why.  Doc Schwartz was, as he quickly learned, a lot to handle. 

Schwartz proceeded to teach Albert all he needed to know.  Surprisingly, Albert was an apt pupil.  He took to the duties of nursing like he took to a container of Baskin Robbins.  While he was a few fries short of a happy meal, Albert caught on pretty quickly to the fact that Schwartz was rather unconventional, more than a bit shady and certainly had a few screws loose.  But there was no one else offering him a job. 

Things grew highly interesting when a black welfare mama brought her baby girl in for a back room abortion.  While Mama waited outside Schwartz put the nappy-headed seventeen-year-old under, threw off her covering sheets, secured her feet in stirrups and prodded Albert to fuck her.   Reluctant at first (truth was, Albert had never fucked anything other than his mattress) the temptation was great.  And Doc was saying it was okay.  Claimed it would loosen her up for the surgery.  So, with Schwartz’ maniacal encouragement, he did it.  Being his first time, Albert shot off in less than two minutes.  No sooner had he pulled out that Schwartz revealed his elephantine erection and took over where Albert left off.  If she hadn’t already been preggers, she would have been after the two of them loaded her with their seed. 

There had been others.  Many others.  Albert especially recalled the time the middle aged, well-dressed businessman nervously came in with a fat cucumber lost in his asshole.  Schwartz laid him out on the exam table, put him in stirrups, spread him with the speculum and removed the offensive object.  It was one of those gigantic hot house cukes.  Albert couldn’t figure how he’d fit it up there, but knew soon the fella he’d be getting something just as big.  If not bigger.  Sure enough, to the man’s horror, Schwartz fucked the hell out of the closet fag.  After he had drenched the open hole in cum he offered Albert his sloppy seconds.  Although the man objected, Albert followed doctor’s orders and fucked the shocked patient.  Although he claimed to be a lawyer and threatened suit he was back two weeks later for another treatment.   And Albert had the pleasure of providing his expert prep work. 

Several times a week there was some pill junkie looking for a fix.  Surprised hell out of Albert how these straight black tough guys were quick to bend over for Schwartz.  But the ones Albert liked the best were the high school athletes who, for one reason or another, were reticent to go to their own PCP with more personal issues.  Case in point was the Baldwin boy, Ryan.  He had been a patient of the doctor’s at his previous, more upscale office.  Although the family had moved away, young hunky Ryan was visiting his old home town and just had to stop by for a reunion with Schwartz, who had once treated his unusual problem.  Schwartz was delighted to see Ryan but, attending to another patient, left him in the capable hands of Albert, who took extreme pleasure in warming up the handsome, muscular athlete for the doctor. 

This kid Billy was a real cutie, too.  Nowhere near as muscular as Baldwin but a delectable dish all the same.  The type Albert would never be able to procure on his own.  But here he was, taking Albert’s smelly, decently sized dick down his throat.  Albert’s hairy, fat belly was hanging from the bottom of his scrub tops and bouncing on Billy’s smooth chin.  The hygienically challenged “nurse” entertained images of this all-American boy being gang raped, as he had attested.  When Albert thought of gangs he envisioned Chicanos, Puerto Ricans and those ghastly niggers, who sometimes tormented him on the streets.  Albert could only imagine what it was like for these types to have ravaged the pristine teen.  How many loads of wetback cum had he been forced to swallow?  How much nigger cum was deposited in his pretty pussy?  Did he suck slimy ‘Rican asshole?  Albert would love to have been a fly on the wall observing all that. 

Albert got himself so excited thinking about the many possibilities that he quickly became over-stimulated.  As Schwartz continually charged through the squirming kid’s pussy Albert found that he couldn’t stop himself.  As his blubbery body shuddered Albert managed to yank his dick from the boy’s overburdened throat and exploded in his warm, wet mouth.  The only times Albert got off (at least with another warm body) were in this office so he had a great deal of pent up cum to expel.  To his amazement the boy was chugging down his load as if, instead of the overweight, unattractive stinky loser he knew himself to be, he was some teen idol.  Maybe like one of those Jonas boys.  And Billy, the Bieber, when he was younger and cuter.  Still spraying, Albert pulled out and coated Billy’s pretty face with creamy jizz.  The patient’s mouth was hanging open like a sparrow desperate for a feeding, desperately trying to catch the load.  Albert liberally drenched the boy’s face with cum as Schwartzie cheered him on.  By the time of his final ejaculation cum was dripping from the boy’s eyelids, running under his nose and into his nostrils, dripping from his chin and coating his lips.  Billy ran his tongue over his panting mouth, collecting as much as he could and feasting upon it. 

Too sexed up to quit, Albert quickly rebounded.  With some effort he shifted his big bulk forward to straddle Billy’s face, pulled his chunky ass cakes apart and perched.  When Billy got a whiff of the sweaty, sticky trench he struggled to free himself.  But there was nowhere for him to go.  He was trapped by Albert’s fat, hairy ass.  Moaning, Albert ground his butt around on Billy’s cum-drenched face. At one point he was riding Billy’s nose.  Billy was overwhelmed by the stench of unwashed, poorly wiped asshole.  He was sure he’d seen shit stains when the slob opened himself up and possible remnants in his dense ass hairs.  The ass was all oily and grotesque.  With his vantage point obstructed Billy didn’t see that Albert’s big dick was still rock hard.  Nor did he know when Schwartz, while never losing a gut-deep fuck beat, leaned forward to clean up Albert’s leaking dick with his lapping tongue.

 

Outside, Donny had a Spanish senorita backed against the brick wall in a secluded back alley.  Her skirt was hiked up around her hips.  Donny’s jeans were down to mid-thigh.  His big Wilson cock was pumping her moist, shaved pussy.  He wasn’t taking it easy.  Instead, he was energetically rabbit fucking her with short, deep strokes.  The lusty Latino seemed to like it.  She was moaning and breathily gushing words of appreciation in her native dialect which Donny couldn’t begin to understand.  But he figured they were favorable.  To quiet her down he clamped his mouth over her painted lips and engaged in a wet, sloppy one while he worked her chocha.  He didn’t know her.  Just met her on the street.  Gave her the look.  She returned it.  Off they went to the spot she knew.  He figured by now Billy’s examination was finished and he was cooling his heels in the waiting room, impatiently waiting for Donny’s return.  Fuck him.  Let him wait.  Donny was rather enjoying this impromptu fuck. 

 

Meanwhile, back at the office, Doc Schwartz’ continued to defile Billy’s bruised pussy with his freakish bull cock.  Although he had taken a shameful liking to cock the doctor’s was far too much for him.  Especially after the protracted trauma at the drug dealer’s den.  Billy writhed and bucked, his entire body slamming up and down on the table from the gut wrenching jabs of Schwartz’ schlong deep into his gut.  Felt like his asshole was being pulled inside out by the inhuman thing.  Even if that were true, what was the worry?  Schwartz quickly shoved it all back into place again.  Sort of.  Billy didn’t think his ass could ever be the same.  He squealed, he bellowed.  But his sounds were muffled by the filthy, raunchy ass grinding about on his face.  Billy swore to himself if---no, when---he escaped Donny’s clutches he’d only take dick from those who were clean, attractive and respectable.  Or, would  he?  If he was being completely honest with himself, there was something exciting about being sullied by creeps like Bozo, Scratch, Seamus, ‘Shawn and the others.  And yes, even in a deviant way, a slob like Albert.  How much he had changed over the past few months!

He hardly realized he had done it but at some point his tongue had slipped from between his mashed lips and was teasing Albert’s fat, fleshy ass ring.  It was all tart and grimy, and Billy was fairly certain he tasted shit.  Not that he’d ever sampled feces before, but what else could that odious flavor be?  He worked Albert’s hot hole with quick deliberate flicks, his ears picking up the lout’s moans of pleasure.  A panting Schwartz was asking if Billy was eating him out.  Albert could only respond with a low, protracted “ummmm hmmmmm.”  Schwartz crazily giggled and slammed Billy even harder.  As if to take his mind from the agony Billy became more aggressive with Al’s bung.  His tongue easily slipped into the fat hole, where Billy was subjected to even more vile tastiness.  Fighting back revulsion he dug his tongue even deeper, formed his lips around the hole and stirred himself around inside the sticky, odious cauldron.  Albert’s ass latched onto his tongue and swallowed it up.  As far up as he could possibly go Billy started sucking as hard as possible on the hairy hole, taking Albert’s foul ass juices into his mouth and nearly retching as he swallowed them down his gullet.  The doings were dirty, but he had become a dirty boy.  Albert was frantically grinding his hairy ass all over Billy’s fresh face, highly aroused by the tongue fuck from one so young and pretty.  He wanted to gobble all of Billy up with his ass and keep  him there forever.

Schwartz fucked into Billy with deliberately hard thrusts.  The gigantic knob felt like a clenched fist punching into his guts.  Billy groaned into Albert’s asshole as the wicked thing slammed into him over and over.  If he hadn’t had a pussy before, he certainly did now.  A big, wide-open pussy for men to shove those handsome cocks into.  Billy could now make all the money he wanted with his well-trained boy pussy.  Stupid Donny might have ended up doing him a favor.  He’d earn his tuition for at least the first year.  While he was lodged at whatever prestigious university he decided upon he would continue his trade.  Certainly there were men like old man Hallahan living in college towns, ogling the fresh meat that came each year.  Billy would fuck his way through until he was awarded with his diploma.  After some of the vermin that had been on and in him he could take on any man, so long as he had the cash.  But first he had to get rid of Donny, the only obstacle in his way.

Schwartz punished hell out of Billy’s asshole.  The youngster’s wide spread ass lips had thankfully grown numb from the pounding.  Schwartz’ python was like a spear ripping through his rectum and striking impossibly deep.  The old man was really sweating now, his glasses dangling precariously on the tip of his slick nose.  His mouth was agape and drooling onto Billy’s heaving frame.  His eyes were rolling around in their sockets, from side to side, up and down, and even crossing.  His heart was pounding madly in his scrawny, hairy chest, the reverberations ringing through his ear drums.  He felt like a race car driving speeding along at over one hundred miles an hour and rushing headlong toward a barricade.  With a high pitched wail he trembled all over, planted all fifteen inches deep and burst in Billy’s rearranged transverse colon.  Slick, sticky doctor sperm spurted from his murderous cock and filled Billy’s shit channel. 

“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Awwwwwwwwwwww! Awwwwwwwwwwww!” he kept wailing over and over with both eyes and mouth agape and his wild hair standing on end.  Albert had seen the doc breed many but this one was for the record books.  Schwartz had found himself a new favorite fuck toy.  This one would definitely be receiving instruction for a follow up appointment.

Once the doctor’s climax had subsided he fell back, dragging inch after satiated inch out of Billy’s used cunt.  It was all wet and slimy, with globs of spent cum coating its ridiculously sized surface.  An audible wet suction sound signaled the final evacuation.  Billy squirmed wildly and sucked Albert’s hole more voraciously.  Was it because he was relieved it was over or that he was disappointed and lonely for the doctor’s dick already?  Schwartz staggered and threw himself into a nearby chair, his head rolling about on his shoulders as if he were still in the throes of orgasm.  Albert rose from his perch, circled around the table and thrust his dick into Billy’s sloppy hole.  He never minded taking the doctor’s left overs.  Schwartz always left the hole nice and cum-slick for his pleasure.  And there sure was an abundance of spent cum in the boy’s pussy. 

As Albert fucked Billy he wrapped a fat hand around the boy’s hard dick and frantically beat it.  Long overdue for release Billy didn’t disappoint.  A geyser of hot teen cum shot up and out of the impressive teen dick.  Billy’s upper body rose and crashed down again and again as he shot his wad.  His asshole was grasping Albert’s dick, which quickly began unloading its deposit into the kid’s ravaged hole.  Other than his first time, Albert had never felt such a great orgasm.  With his cock still pulsing in the boy hole he voraciously ate Billy’s cum off his hand, scooped up more and fed it directly to its supplier.  Keeping gorgeous, sultry eyes locked on his grimy benefactor Billy sucked the dirty fingers into his mouth and licked his goo off, gliding his tongue between the web of each finger and sucking on the thumb.  Billy looked so fucking cute in the glow of after sex that Albert couldn’t resist leaning his bulk over, mashing his lips with the boys and filling his mouth with tongue.  Albert’s breath was sour but Billy found himself returning the raunchy kiss.

While Schwartz attempted to regroup Albert took special care in cleaning the patient.  Looking somewhat presentable after such a torrid session Billy dressed and left the examination room with meds and creams supplied by the fatigued doctor.  And the instruction to return in two weeks.  Naturally.  Finding the waiting room vacant he stepped out into the crisp late afternoon air just as Donny was coming around a corner farther down the street. 

“Well, what’d the doc say?” he asked gruffly when they met.

“Gave me some antibiotics and lotion,” Billy replied meekly.  “Told me not to, you know, do anything for two weeks.”

“Well, that ain’t gonna happen,” Donny scoffed.  “When I say fuck, you get fucked.  Now let’s get the fuck out of here.”

“Um, Donny,” Billy interrupted.

“Wha?” 

Billy moved his hand down to the front of his own pants and made the motion of zipping his fly.  Donny looked down and saw that his was undone.   Billy tried not to grin as his brother zipped.  But Donny had caught the sneer.  Slapping Billy across the back of the head, he ordered, “Let’s go, bitch.”  They headed over to Donny’s parked car.  Billy carefully got into the passenger seat.  His bum was sore from the fucking it had taken by the good doctor.  It was a secret he would keep from Donny.

Donny, meanwhile, was thinking about Spanish cooze.   And the powder keg of information he had learned from Bones.  While Billy might be near the breaking point (or so he thought), there was another cat yet to be skinned . . .