Riley’s thick fingers continued their slow, torturous massage inside Angelo’s clenching heat. The tiny teen’s massive bubble butt quivered with every deliberate circle, those plump, smooth cheeks spreading beautifully around Riley’s knuckles. Angelo’s soft, breathy moans filled the room like a filthy symphony — low at first, then longer, needier, each one pulling Riley deeper into the abyss. The black eye mask kept the boy blind and innocent, his angelic face turned slightly to the side, lips parted in helpless pleasure.
The phone in Riley’s free hand continued recording, capturing every obscene detail. The tall man’s torso glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the clinical lights. His massive ten-inch BWC throbbed angrily in his fist, the veined shaft slick with precum.
Stop this right now. He’s barely eighteen, and he’s Diego’s cousin. The gentle giant inside him screamed for restraint, but the white dom daddy roared louder.
Look at that perfect hairless pink teen hole stretching around my fingers. So smooth compared to my thick, hairy white man cock. This tiny Latino boy was made and put on this planet to take big white man meat. What else are these small brown boys for? Why would they be built so fucking small and tight with these fat, juicy bubble butts if not to be used by big white daddy cock?
He reached for the thick medical dilator on the tray. Just the tool. Nothing more. Riley slicked it generously and pressed the cool, smooth tip against Angelo’s stretched rim. The boy let out a long, shuddering moan as Riley pushed it in slowly, replacing his fingers with the thick shaft.
“That’s it, Angelo,” Riley murmured, voice low and rough with restraint. “Just the device the doctor left… helping you hold the fluid like a good boy. I need to practice this for you as your guardian. I know it’s big, but you want to be a good boy for me, right? Take it like a good boy, okay?”
“Yes, sir, I’ll keep trying,” Angelo whispered obediently in his broken English, voice trembling. “Keep going sir, I’ll do my best… please go deeper like you’re supposed to…”
Riley’s cock jumped in his fist. He began to fuck the boy with the dilator in long strokes — pulling it almost all the way out, then sliding it back deep, twisting and angling to massage every sensitive wall. Angelo’s massive bubble butt jiggled hypnotically with every thrust, the plump cheeks rippling as the boy moaned continuously, soft and needy.
The slow thrusting continued, Riley losing himself in the sight. Angelo’s moans grew higher, more desperate. His petite body rocked back instinctively, almost like he was fucking himself on the dilator like the boy in the video Riley was watching earlier. Riley’s own cock throbbed painfully in his fist.
Riley’s cock jumped in his fist. He began to fuck the boy with the dilator in long strokes — pulling it almost all the way out, then sliding it back deep, twisting and angling to massage every sensitive wall. Angelo’s massive bubble butt jiggled hypnotically with every thrust, the plump cheeks rippling as the boy moaned continuously, soft and needy.
As he thrust the dilator deeper, Riley’s mind flashed back to the video he had been edging to earlier in the bathroom. The petite brown boy on all fours, begging in broken English while a thick toy stretched him open. The similarity was uncanny. Riley’s strokes grew more deliberate, matching the rhythm he had seen on screen, the camera in his hand capturing every moment as inspiration and reality blurred together. Just like that little slut. Fuck…I shouldn’t go any further. But I need the real thing. I need to feel this tight little teen pussy around my big white daddy cock.
The battle was lost.
Riley pulled the dilator out with a wet pop, watching the stretched pink hole flutter and wink invitingly. He lined up the fat, leaking head of his own cock and pushed forward with agonizing slowness. The broad crown breached the tight ring. Angelo’s moan pitched into a long, broken whimper. “Sir… ahh… it feels bigger now…”
“I’m just changing the setting on the tool, Angelo,” Riley said, voice low and reassuring even as his hips trembled with restraint. “You’re being such a good boy and taking it so well. Just relax and let me practice deeper for your own good.”
Inch by thick, veined inch, Riley’s throbbing ten inches sank into the impossibly tight, velvety heat. Every millimeter was a war — his mind screaming to stop while his hips refused, feeding more of his throbbing length into the short boy’s greedy hole.
That’s it, little brown boy. Take Daddy’s real cock. You don’t even realize you’re being such a good slut for daddy’s BWC.
Riley bottomed out with a guttural groan, balls pressed against the juicy underside of Angelo’s tight boy pussy. He stayed buried for a long moment, savoring the rhythmic clenching, before pulling back almost all the way out and sliding in deeper.
“Arch your back more for me, Angelo,” Riley instructed, voice husky. “That’s it… good boy. I need to go deeper still so the device can reach everything properly.”
Angelo obeyed, arching obediently, presenting himself even more vulnerably. Riley kept filming, the camera capturing the obscene sight as he angled his hips and searched until the fat head of his cock rubbed firmly against the boy’s prostate on every inward thrust. Angelo’s moans immediately grew higher and more desperate. Riley focused there, grinding and rubbing the sensitive spot with relentless precision, dragging the swollen crown back and forth across it again and again.
Feel that, you little brown teen slut? That’s Daddy’s big white cock owning your second hole. This is what you were made for — to leak and cum helplessly while a real man breeds you.
Angelo’s petite body began to tremble uncontrollably. His small cock throbbed untouched against the table, leaking steadily in a thin, continuous stream. Riley captured the oozing precum on film, zooming in on the way the boy’s cock dripped helplessly. The sight made something dark and possessive snap inside him.
Look at that little boy cock leaking for me. He’s getting close. I’m going to make this innocent brown boy cum with my big white daddy cock. Push against that prostate over and over until he whimpers uncontrollably for me on camera.
Riley kept the camera rolling, grinding harder against the sensitive gland, rubbing it in firm, relentless circles with every deep thrust. The pressure built slowly, relentlessly, wave after wave as he milked the boy’s prostate with devastating accuracy.
“Sir… ahh… something… I can’t stop…” Angelo whimpered, voice cracking into a long, drawn-out moan.
His first orgasm hit like a slow, devastating wave. The tiny boy’s entire body tensed, then shook violently as thick spurts began pulsing from his untouched cock, coating the exam table in heavy ropes. His bubble butt clenched rhythmically around Riley’s cock in powerful, milking contractions that seemed to go on and on. Angelo’s moans turned into a continuous, broken keening sound, his plump cheeks quivering violently as the climax stretched out, wave after wave wracking his short frame. He came completely untouched, prostate milked mercilessly by the thick white cock buried inside him.
“Flip over onto your back for me, Angelo,” Riley instructed, voice thick with lust. “Hold your legs up wide so I can go deeper. That’s a good boy… just like the doctor needs me to practice.”
Angelo obeyed shakily, rolling onto his back and spreading his legs wide, knees pulled toward his chest. The position left the boy completely splayed open, his small cock still leaking, cum from his first orgasm splattered on himself, and Riley’s previous loads slowly leaking from his stretched hole. The sight was obscene — the tiny teen boy fully displayed and dripping for the camera.
Fuck… look at him spreading himself open for me. That tight pink hole is still twitching and leaking my cum. This little brown boy was made to be used like this.
Riley re-entered him in one long, deep thrust, the new angle letting him grind even harder against the boy’s prostate. Angelo’s moans turned into helpless, broken cries as Riley fucked him with long, powerful strokes, the camera capturing every moment of the tiny body being claimed.
Angelo’s body hadn’t even stopped shaking when the second wave hit. The short boy whimpered helplessly, voice breaking. “Sir, I can’t take it anymore, it’s too big and so deep...”
The second unprompted orgasm crashed over him even harder. Angelo’s hole tightened like a vice around Riley’s cock, spasming wildly as fresh spurts painted his own little body, coating his smooth stomach and chest. The relentless prostate pounding pushed the boy past his limits, leaving him a moaning, trembling mess as he gripped the sides of the hospital bed.
That final, powerful clench was too much. Riley buried himself to the hilt with a deep, ecstatic groan and exploded. Thick, pent-up ropes of white cum flooded deep into Angelo’s guts — load after heavy load from weeks of denial, breeding the moaning boy thoroughly. Riley kept thrusting through both their prolonged orgasms, riding the ecstasy, each stroke drawing out more cum from both of them as Angelo’s ass continued to spasm and milk him.
He filmed every second of it — the way the tiny innocent boy came uncontrollably twice, painting himself with his own release, the way his own thick cock pulsed and pumped load after load into that perfect pink hole, the way those massive bubble cheeks quivered with every spurt.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of shared, filthy bliss, Riley stilled, buried to the hilt, chest heaving as the last powerful pulses drained him completely. He had never cum this hard in his life.
He slowly pulled out, thick white cum immediately leaking from the stretched hole. Riley quickly replaced his cock with the actual dilator, plugging the evidence.
“The fluids you felt… that was from the medical machine,” Riley said, voice husky but steady. “All part of the test. You did so well, Angelo.”
The tiny 18-year-old panted beneath the eye mask, unaware he had just been thoroughly claimed and bred by his cousin’s boyfriend.
Riley stopped the recording, heart racing with guilt, shame, and dark, addictive satisfaction. The temptation had won completely. And he already knew he would chase it again — regularly, as the doctor had instructed, even when the boy was fast asleep.
