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Chapter 1 - Game Start
“Y-you’re sure this isn’t gay?”
Crackling firelight played over a secluded campsite nestled in the bluffs of the Bazonga Mountains. Quiet huffs and low childish moans issued from the camp’s diminutive occupants as all three of them rubbed their huge, achingly hard cocks together.
“I told you before. Unless the balls touch or you hold hands and kiss, it can’t be gay.”
A wide tarp lay furled on the ground before the fire, atop which three young boys sat with their legs spread wide. Their smooth bodies were tangled together, knees locked over thighs and groins pressed to one another. Shifts and gyrations of their hips were accompanied by low quiet grunts, groans and shivers while they thrust toward each other again and again.
“I-I thought you said it w-wasn’t gay if we wore socks?”
“Yeah.”
“Or so long as w-we didn’t make eye-contact.”
“That’s true too.”
“But we’re not wearing socks and you just looked me in the eye!”
“Will you two give it a rest!” a third voice chimed in, “Who cares if it’s gay!?”
The three children paused to glance one to another.
The first and most nervous of the bunch was a red skinned oni boy, only ten-years-old. Silky white hair fell about his shoulders, and bounced in spikey bangs upon his brow. Two small horns protruded from his forehead just beneath his bangs. Bright gold eyes twinkled with nervous yet eager lust, as he chewed one full red lip between his slightly pointed teeth. He was a skinny little thing with slender biceps and wiry legs that quivered with every slow rock of his slim hips.
“I-I don’t care at all!” the oni boy quipped.
“Then why didja ask Kotaro?” the third boy grinned.
He was a lanky green skinned orc child. At twelve-years-old the signature tusks of his people had yet to fully grow in. A head full of thick brown dreadlocks bounced around his ears and across his brow. His steel gray eyes shimmered with reflections of the firelight as he huffed lowly with pleasure and effort. A trio of jagged inked slashes decorated his left eye, while tattooed strings of orcish script scrolled across his neck.
“Cause Asmodai’s confusing !” Kotaro accused, glaring at the second speaker.
“Am not,” Asmodai scoffed, “You just gotta learn the rules is all.”
The haughty brat bore dark brown skin, and a wickedly charming smile for an eleven-year-old. The black boy also sported horns, a pair of long ram spirals curling back from his brow. His dark hair was set into neat cornrows, which joined into a single thick braid that spilled down his back. A curling tail with a spade tip flicked to and fro behind him as his devilish eyes burned with lust and pride. His adorable features were heavily decorated with golden piercings. From the studs in his nose, lips and brows, to the rings in his ears and nipples.
“You are confusing!” Kotaro insisted, “Moku’un, tell him he’s confusing!”
“Wouldja give it a rest?” the orc snapped huskily, “I’m tryin’ to cum here!”
The three boys looked back to the purpose of their oddly arranged position. With their legs crossed over one anothers, their crotches were pressed together. Specifically, their cocks were firmly squeezed to one another's. A thick bronze ring encircled their combined bases, and it pulsed with magical power. A faintly shimmering sleeve of energy kept their twitching kiddie fuckpoles in firm contact, such that every shift or push from any of the boys made their needy kidcocks grind together.
Had anyone been watching, it would have been too obvious that all three boys were ludicrously well endowed for their ages. Moku’un’s enormous green fucktool was a girthy cannon that was eleven inches long and three full inches wide. Dense veins bulged wrathfully along the verdant length, surmounted by an angry purple cockhead so fat it was almost thicker than his own fist. A firm shudder shook his heavy shaft, and a gluey dollop of overly thick, stinky orc-cum wept from his cumslit.
Easily the longest of the boys, Asmodai proudly spotted a full foot of rock hard fuckmeat. His big black boy cock was mercifully not so thick as Moku’un’s, but was jaw-stretchingly dense nonetheless. A jacob’s ladder piercing marked the inches across the underbelly of his cock, each barbell grinding against the other boys’ dicks and making them moan. His dense black balls surged sluggishly, and a steaming orb of pre-nut spilled from his cocktip. The other two boys hissed and moaned when the stingingly hot demonic pre-cum spilled over their cocks, as if their sensitive fuckpoles had just been drizzled with hot wax.
The smallest of the boys might still have given a stallion a run for his money. Kotaro sported no less than ten inches of bright red, eagerly twitching boyhood. His cock lacked the heavy veining of the other boys, and was instead a smooth pillar of pulsating fuckmeat. Rounded nubs decorated the glans of his broad cockhead, which would become heavy spikes by the time he was a full grown ogre. Of all three boys his balls were certainly the densest. Smooth crimson cumtanks jiggled beneath the girth of his pulsing fucktool, overflowing even more rapidly than the other boys. Kotaro’s pre-cum contributed the most to their lubrication, and a sloppy froth of pre-nut coated all their shafts, a mixture of the oni boy’s leaking jizz and their own.
“Wh-why are we doing this again?” the oni boy moaned.
The bronze ring glowed and tightened. All three boys groaned as they helplessly thrust their cocks together. They couldn’t help fucking the tight invisible sleeve that made sure their sensitive shafts stayed in full contact. Indeed they were less fucking the sleeve than they were rutting against each other’s cocks. Shy though he was, even Kotaro couldn’t deny that the other two boy’s dense fuckpoles felt good grinding against his own massive boydick.
“I told you… ungh,” Asmodai snapped, “It’s a demon ritual bond. It’ll give us… ungh, a psychic mind link. We’re gonna need this for the mission tomorrow.”
“Th-that sounds… made up…” Kotaro gasped as his cumslit flexed and spat yet another dollop of frothy pre-seed onto his friends seething dicks.
“Who cares if it is?” Moku’un groaned, his tongue lolling between his short tusks, “It feels gooood .”
“See?” Asmodai snickered, “Moku’un gets it. Now just remember… it only works if we all… ungh, cum at the same time.”
“Th-that seems really gay!” Kotaro moaned, his jiggling balls tightening as his cock surged again.
“Are you guys close yet?” Moku’un huffed, “I’m gunna pop any second…”
“Almost there…” Asmodai nodded eagerly, “Oni boy’s jus’ laggin’ behind.”
“That’s cause this is totally-!” Kotaro began to protest.
“Oh shut up !” Moku’un snarled.
A hand lashed out and caught the oni boys own. Green and red digits interlaced tightly and palms pressed together. Moku’un lunged forward and abruptly mashed his mouth to Kotaro’s plush red lips. The ogre boy’s eyes went wide and he gave a muffled squeak as the little orc shoved his tongue into his mouth. A protesting whine turned into a gurgled moan as Kotaro found himself heatedly making out with the other boy, their tongues winding and mashing as they thoroughly mixed their saliva.
“Oh s-shit!” Asmodai gasped as he watched the two boys go at it, “F-fuck gonna…!”
Three little mewls erupted as all three boys bucked their hips. Smooth multi-colored balls smashed together, thick cumfactories nuzzling each other affectionately as they unleashed their pent up bounty. The thick musky smell of boyseed suddenly wafted through the camp as their cocks erupted in synch. Heavy pillars of throbbing fuckmeat pulsed against each other, every twitch sending shivers through the others. Their orgasms triggered and enhanced each others. Every time one boy erupted, the others couldn’t help but pulse and spew in answer.
The field generated by the brass ring captured the bulk of their essence. A hot bubble of cum began to form above their cocks. Their cumslits yawned wide as they each spewed into it, jizzing their brains out into a gluey glob of floating boynut. The thick stench of orc cum mixed with the oddly sweet smell of ogre seed, compounded by the boiling heat of demon jizz. But even the magic of the ring had limits. And the three little fuckstuds overloaded it.
The forcefield trembled as the sheer liquid pressure of their combined loads quickly overtaxed it. And when it could take no more, it burst. An explosion of hot mixed-up kidcum spewed in all directions, splattering all three boys with their combined jizz. Hot gasps and squeaks came from all of them as they just kept bucking and grinding, fucking against each other’s cocks as hard as they could and pumping out the last of their cum.
Finally all three boys collapsed. Asmodai flopped onto his back, his mouth half-full of boyseed while the rest dribbled down his chest and face. Moku’un broke his kiss with Kotaro, only to lick a long streak of kidnut from the oni boy’s blushing cheek. With a hungrily little grumble the orc turned on the collapsed Asmodai and gave the demon boy a kiss of his own. Asmodai mewled in surprise, then gave a sound of aggressive protest as he realized the orc was trying to steal his mouthful of jizz. Their tongues wrestled as they assertively slurped at each other’s mouths, each greedily trying to drink the most of the cum pool before it was all gone. Finally Moku’un broke the sloppy kiss with a gasp and flopped backwards as well.
“Th-that… was definitely gay,” Kotaro complained as he propped himself up on his elbows.
“It sure was,” Moku’un giggled unrepentantly, “It’s cool to do gay things sometimes. Doesn’t mean ya can’ still rail the hell outta some girls too.”
“You’ll both thank me… tomorrow,” Asmodai’s tail flicked back and forth, “You’ll see. It’ll come in handy.”
“Uhm… what do we do about… that?” Kotaro gestured.
All three boys looked to where the bronze ring still joined them at the crotch. Their big twitching dicks stayed lodged firmly in its embrace. And all three of them were still ragingly, painfully hard. Kotaro tried to scoot backward, and gasped when the ring tightened again, ensuring that even with all their lubrication, he couldn’t slide his steel hard dick out of the ring.
“Oh.. right,” Asmodai sighed, “Forgot about that.”
“‘Bout what?” Moku’un questioned.
“Ring’ll only let us go when all of us are empty,” Asmodai snickered helplessly, “Which means we gotta go again.”
“H-how many times do we gotta do it?” Kotaro asked.
“Until everybody’s nuts are totally empty,” Asmodai grinned.
“Ugh, d-demon magic!” Kotaro snorted with displeasure.
“Shut up n’ fuck,” Moku’un urged, “We gotta finish before the girls get back!”
Immediately the horny orc started thrusting his hips, grinding his fat fucklog against the other boys’ cocks. Heated gasps and moans emerged from the campsite once more, as the three hung shota boys got right back to frotting their brains out.