Chapter 1: The Bulging Nightmare
Chapter Text
The Brats from Nextdoor
By: Spectrotica247
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Summary:
19-year-old Jaden Wilson's peaceful time in his backyard garden was ruined once again by the Boebert brothers, a group of four Southern-accent boys who enjoy bullying and degrading him with his secret that he doesn't want the world to know about: his sexual attraction to young boys.
Main Characters:
Jaden Wilson - 19 years old, Biracial (Caucasian and African-American) cis male, his hair was a mass of curly dark-brown locks that fell in unruly waves around his face, his eyes a deep, soulful brown, and is 6 feet tall with a body a testament to his dedication of manual labor, with muscles honed from countless hours in gardening.
Mitchell Boebert - 14 years old, Caucasian cis male, his brown hair was messy with unruly locks under his black American flag flexfit cap that's worn backwards, sapphire blue eyes, and his physique was a blend of lean muscles and adolescent grace, a preview of the Southern hunk he was destined to become.
Ethan Boebert - 13 years old, Caucasian cis male, textured spiked blonde hair, same blue eyes as his eldest brother, his l ean body that was stretching into the beginnings of adolescent musculature, with a hint of the broad-shouldered and robust man he would one day become.
Evan Boebert - 13 years old, Caucasian cis male, a mirror twin to Ethan with the same textured spiked blonde hair and blue eyes, but with slightly more tanned complexion. Although he shared his twin's lean physique, Evan's body had a more muscular build that could one day surpass even Mitchell's as he grew older.
Cameron Boebert - 12 years old, Caucasian cis male, his brown hair was shorn to a buzz-cut that accentuated the sharp angles of his still-boyish face, dull brown eyes, has chubby cheeks filled with freckles and his figure a blend of the nascent strength hinted at by his older brothers, a canvas of potential yet to be fully recognized.
Chapter One - "The Bulging Nightmare"
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Jaden Wilson stepped out into the sun-soaked embrace of his backyard, the garden hose coiled around his hand like a serpent waiting for instructions. His dark brown eyes scanned the vibrant patchwork of greens and blossoms, a sanctuary from the cinder-block walls of his suburban home. The warmth of the afternoon wrapped around him, a gentle embrace that made the world's troubles feel a few degrees more bearable.
At the age of 19, he'd learned to find peace in the quiet moments, the in-betweens of life's storms. The spray from the nozzle danced in the air, a misty ballet of water droplets pirouetting over the leaves of his meticulously cared-for plants. Each one a silent companion in his solitary dance of nurture and growth.
The scent of freshly turned earth and blooming flowers filled his nose, a sweet bouquet that reminded him of his maternal grandmother's garden back in California. He'd inherited her green thumb, a piece of her he carried with him across the country when he and his family relocated themselves to this unassuming corner of Southern Texas.
The hiss of the water and the rustle of the leaves painted a serene sonnet that played in his ears, a welcoming symphony that drowned out the distant honks of cars and the occasional barking dog. His thoughts drifted to the future, to the day when he could claim a garden of his own, a place where he could truly belong.
With the tender touch of the spray, he caressed the petals of a particularly stubborn rosebush, coaxing it to reveal its crimson secrets. The droplets of water shimmered like diamonds in the sun's golden gaze, a silent promise of life's persistence against the desert's relentless grip.
The 19-year-old biracial boy with a mop of curly dark brown hair felt the earth beneath his sandals, solid and reassuring, a foundation for his dreams that seemed to stretch as wide as the horizon. It was in these moments that Jaden felt a semblance of control, a sense of purpose that eluded him in the shadow of the four-walled prison that was his high school.
He whispered to himself, "How peaceful it is for gardening on a good day." The words were a mantra, a gentle reminder that amidst the chaos of the world, there was a place where he could create beauty and find solace. Each plant was a silent confidant, privy to his thoughts and fears, yet never judging him for the tumultuous cocktail of emotions that often swirled within.
However, a sudden shout pierced the tranquility, jolting him from his reverie.
"HEY LOOK, IT'S THAT FUCKIN' PEDOPHILE FAGGOT!"
Jaden's heart sank as he recognized the unmistakable sound of the laughter of young boys, a cacophony that could only mean trouble. Ah damn it... Looks like I spoke too soon...
His dark brown eyes narrowed as he scanned the fence line, the once welcoming boundary now a constant reminder of the torment that lay just beyond his sanctuary's edge. It was the Boebert brothers, a quartet of Caucasian pre-adolescent hellions who live next door to Jaden, each one a mirror image of the other's malicious grin. They always had a knack for finding their way into his life, and rarely for the better.
Mitchell Boebert, the eldest of the quartet at 14, strutted into view, his brown hair was always unruly, his black flexfit dual American flag cap worn backwards as a declaration of his rebellious spirit, as if to say; "You can't touch me". Around his neck, a silver chain necklace glinted in the sun, a stark contrast to the innocent white of his teeth as he sneered, his eyes a mischievous shade of sapphire. His red polo shirt, adorned with a small bull symbol that seemed to snort in silent challenge, clung to the beginnings of his adolescent muscles, hinting at the strength that was fast molding him into a young man. His blue jeans were cinched tight with a big western belt, the dangling strap swinging with the confidence of one who knew their power. On his feet, brown country shoes that had seen better days completed the ensemble, scuffed and worn from countless battles with the unforgiving Texas landscape.
Mitchell is a boy of arrogance and recklessness, his youthful exuberance often spilling over into cruelty. He took after his father in that respect, a man who had never quite understood the concept of boundaries or kindness. Yet, amidst the chaos, there were moments when Jaden could almost see the glimmer of something more, something that made him wonder if the boy could ever be saved from the destructive path he was on.
Ethan Boebert strutted into view, the second oldest at 13, a year younger than Mitchell. The black country head bandanna with white stars on his forehead, hanging above were sweaty locks of his light spiked blonde hair, which matched the color of the wheat fields that surrounded their small Texas town. His white flannel shirt was unbuttoned to reveal a ghostly strip of his chest and the collar of a grey long-sleeve tee beneath. The shirt tails danced in the breeze, fluttering against the waistband of his tight grey jeans that clung to his slender hips like a second skin as the thick black belt cinched his pants. His black Nike shoes bore the battle scars of the day's earlier adventures, caked in mud that had once been part of the field they'd been playing in, now trodden underfoot and forgotten.
Ethan's personality was a toxic blend of his older brother's arrogance and a deep-seated insecurity that manifested in his cruel words and actions. His mouth full of venom was a constant weapon, hurling insults and slurs that stung like the sharpest thorns. His twin, Evan, often followed his lead, their bond a tightrope walk of loyalty and shared spite.
Evan Boebert, the third in the quartet of brothers, sauntered into Jaden's line of sight. At 13, he was the mirror twin of Ethan, whose lead he'd followed with a bond like a tightrope walk of loyalty and shared spite, yet the sun had kissed his skin to a warmer gold. His blonde hair was a shade darker, the spikes slightly more pronounced, giving him a boyish charm that was often lost in the shadow of his brother's viciousness. He wore a black flannel shirt unbuttoned over a snug grey tank top, the fabric stretching over the nascent muscles of his chest. His long grey jeans were belted with the same thick leather as Ethan's. His white Nike shoes were surprisingly clean for someone who clearly enjoyed the outdoors as much as he did, compared to the muddy chaos that often surrounded him. On his forehead, a white country head bandanna with black stars with sweaty bangs hanging from above, matching his older twin's but with the opposite color.
Evan was known to be loyal to Ethan while having his own desires. He often took part in his brothers' cruel games, but there were whispers of doubt in his actions, as if he knew that the path they walked was leading them down a dark and twisted road. His eyes, a piercing shade of blue, danced with a mischief that could either be endearing or downright sinister, depending on the day and the target of his attention.
Bringing up the rear, Cameron Boebert, the baby of the family at 12 years old, slithered through the gap in the fence, his dull brown eyes gleaming with a cunning that was almost comical on his still-boyish face. His cheeks are chubby with noticeable freckles, and his buzz-cut hair was a mottled brown, a stark contrast to the gleaming white of his teeth as he grinned maliciously at Jaden. Around his neck, an American cross necklace rested against his collarbone, a symbol of his own brand of patriotic defiance. On his wrist, a country band played peekaboo with his shirtsleeve, a declaration of his rural roots. His dark blue shirt, tightly tucked into his light blue jeans, showcased his nascent physique, hinting at the strength that would soon come with age. The belt cinched around his waist held his pants in place with the authority of a noose, while his twisted x shoes looked ready to pound the earth in a stomping fit of prepubescent rage.
Cameron was a master of manipulation, often using his apparent innocence to stir trouble without getting his hands dirty. His favorite pastime was picking his nose, a habit that was both disgusting and fascinating in its persistence. He'd dig in with the enthusiasm of a prospector seeking gold, his grin never faltering as he examined the treasure he'd unearthed with a booger-speckled digit.
Their laughter was a cacophony of spite and immaturity, a taunting echo of the hell they had made of Jaden's life. Each brother had a look of unadulterated glee at having found their favorite target once more, their eyes gleaming with the promise of a new round of torment.
Fuck, not today! Not those little shits again. Jaden gave out a huff of frustration, just when he thought that he was about to have a pleasant day. Those runts are always such a pain in the ass. Especially with their... their...
The Boebert brothers were notorious not only for their cruel antics, but also for their surprisingly developed physiques at such a young age. Each of them sported an erect cock that was astonishingly large for their age, a fact that was impossible to miss given their penchant for wearing tight-fitting pants that showcased their noticeable bulges.
Their bulges were of course the talk of the neighborhood, a fact that was not lost on their father, Cletus Boebert. The man, a burly, bearded figure with a penchant for tight-fitting overalls that did little to hide his own impressive endowment, often boasted to anyone who would listen about his sons' 'manly attributes'. He saw their prodigious cocks as a source of pride, a clear sign that his lineage was one to be revered.
Cletus had always dreamt of raising a brood of alpha males who would go on to conquer the world, or at least the local female population. His own experiences with the ladies had been numerous and varied, and he hoped that his sons would follow in his footsteps, using their natural advantages to claim the hearts and bodies of the fairer sex. He had instilled in them from a young age that size mattered, that it was a symbol of power and dominance, and they had grown up wielding their burgeoning manhood like weapons, much to the discomfort and horror of those unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end of their crass display of virility.
The quartet of Boebert brothers, each with their own brand of malice, had been shaped by the overbearing influence of their father, whose hyper-masculine environment had suffocated their mother, Lillian. A slender woman with tired eyes and a once-radiant smile now worn down by the relentless grind of her life, she found solace in the quiet moments she could steal away from the madness of her household. Sleeping most of the day and working late-night shifts at the local diner, she served patrons with an air of resignation, her mind often drifting to the days when she had dreamed of a life filled with more than just the echoes of her husband's belt buckle and the boys' rowdy laughter.
Her absence had left a void in the brothers' lives, one that their father had filled with his own distorted view of what it meant to be a man. They had grown up watching Cletus flex his dominance, both physical and emotional, and they had learned all too well the power of fear and intimidation.
Jaden couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for their mother. The poor woman's exhaustion was etched into her face like the lines on a well-read book, and it was clear that she had no hand in shaping the monsters her sons had become. He often wondered how she could have allowed such vile creatures to sprout from her loins, to be raised under her roof without a semblance of empathy or decency. Her eyes, once vibrant and hopeful, now held a haunted look, as if she were a prisoner in her own home, trapped in a nightmare she couldn't wake from.
Despite her apparent weakness, there was a resilience in her that Jaden admired, a silent strength that whispered of survival amidst the tyranny of Cletus's heavy hand and the boys' never-ending barrage of cruelty. He couldn't help but question her parenting, her ability to stand against the toxic masculinity that Cletus had so proudly cultivated, but he knew the truth was likely far more complex than it appeared on the surface. Lillian's defeat was palpable, and Jaden felt a strange kinship with her, both of them trapped in their own ways by the brutishness of the Boebert men.
Seeing the monstrous bulges in the Boebert brothers' pants was an unwelcome reminder of the dark secret Jaden harbored - a secret that they had unfortunately uncovered and mercilessly used against him. His dark-brown eyes, despite his disgust and anger, would often inadvertently drift towards the prominent bulges, his mind betraying him with a flicker of curiosity and desire that made his cheeks burn with a mix of shame and arousal.
It was a secret that haunted him, a silent confession whispered by the throbbing in his own pants every time the brothers taunted him. The sight of their youthful, robust manhood served as both a taunt and a temptation, a constant reminder of his illicit desires that he struggled to keep buried in the soil of his garden.
Mitchell, the brunette ringleader of the quartet, noticed the flicker of interest in Jaden's eyes as they strayed to the bulges in their pants. His own cock swelled with a mix of pride and malice at the power he held over the young man. He smirked, his teeth gleaming in the sunlight, and took a step closer to the fence that separates their yard, thrusting his hips forward.
"Whatcha lookin' at, Jaden?" the 14-year-old sneered, his Southern Texan drawl thick with contempt. "Ya want a piece of this?" He grabbed his crotch, giving his erect member a squeeze through the fabric. He gave out a deep moan to purposefully trigger his neighbor's arousal even more. "Ooooh yeah... I gotta big ass rod en mah drawers that yer perverted mouth wanna snack own. Caint resist what we've got, huh ya sick fuck?"
The twins and Cameron echoed their oldest brother's taunts. Jaden clenched the garden hose, the water spraying erratically as his mind raced with a whirlwind of humiliation and unwanted arousal.
"I wasn't looking at... Ugh, will you guys just leave me the fuck alone," the curly-haired teen grumbled over the rush of the water as he couldn't bring himself to mention their erection.
The seeds of Jaden's torment had been planted one fateful afternoon months earlier, when an innocent game of catch had turned into a nightmare. The Boebert brothers had been playing in their yard when an errant throw had sent the ball sailing over the fence and hurtling towards Jaden as he returned from school. The ball smacked Jaden on the side of the head, knocking him to the ground. The impact caused him to drop the notebook he'd been clutching tightly because of how heavy his school backpack was. The notebook flew open to reveal the forbidden fruits of his secret desires: a treasure trove containing sketches of young boys, their naked forms and engorged penises engaging in intimate acts with each other, some with grown men, drawn with a trembling hand, each page a silent confession of his deepest, darkest longings.
It was too late for Jaden to gather them all up when the brothers stumbled upon these images, and with a cruel cunning of the young, had recognized the power they held. They had found his weakness. They figured that it was because of what they've packed in their pants that drove him to do it. From that moment, they'd used Jaden's secret as a weapon, a tool to cut him down and make him feel the very same fear and disgust they believed he embodied. Their taunts grew more vicious, more explicit, as they revealed in the power they had over him. The ball had not only knocked him down but had also knocked down the walls that had kept his desires hidden. The Boebert brothers had become the gatekeepers of his shame, and as long as they reside here, they were not about to let him forget it.
Now, every time Jaden stepped into his garden, every time he tried to find peace amidst the foliage, he could feel their eyes on him, could almost hear their snickers and the whispers of the secret they held. There's no escape from the prison of his own desires, no matter how much he wished it were otherwise.
With a tremor of self-disgust, Jaden averted his gaze from the Boebert brothers' lewd displays, his cheeks burning with a crimson blush that matched the roses he so tenderly cared for. He knew that his own perversion had laid the foundation for their cruel games, and the guilt weighed on him like a leaden blanket, suffocating the air from his lungs.
He whispered harshly to himself, "Guess this is what you get for being so sick, Jaden."
But the Boebert brothers were just getting started, their cruel game of cat and mouse beginning anew.
"Whatcha up to, Jaden?" Mitchell called out, his Texan drawl dripping with feigned curiosity as he leaned against the fence, his bulging crotch pressing against the wood. "I mean, what's a pedo like ya doin' out here in the garden today?" He smirked, the question hanging in the air like a noose waiting to tighten around Jaden's neck. "Are ya lookin' for some fresh meat to add to yer... collection?" He elbowed Ethan, who snickered obnoxiously along with his younger twin Evan in union. Cameron's eyes squinted with the excitement of a new round of torment as he stared, his finger digging deep into his nostril, as if searching for the last piece of a particularly elusive booger.
Jaden's grip on the hose tightened, his brown eyes never leaving the ground as he felt the weight of their accusations pressing down on him. Don't give into them, Jaden. They're not worth your time! He knew the lewdness in their tone was a deliberate attempt to provoke him, to make him react in a way that would give them more ammo for their cruel games. But he also knew that the truth behind their taunts was what made it so much worse. After all, they had found his notebook, filled with explicit drawings of younger boys, and they knew exactly what kind of thoughts filled his head.
With a shaky breath, the brunet managed to respond, "Just watering my plants, Mitchell." The tremor in his voice was unmistakable, a testament to the fear and anger that swirled within him like a tempest threatening to break free. "You know, because that's what people who want peace like to do? Minding their own business." He forced a smile, trying to keep the edge of sarcasm from slipping into his words.
Unlike SOME obnoxious brats who just don't know how to leave others alone. He spoke in his thoughts with the urge to shout it out loud, but at the same time felt it would only fuel the boys' determination to bother him.
The four brothers shared a knowing look, their erections growing more prominent with each exchange. It was clear they enjoyed the power they had over him, the thrill of poking at the wound they'd discovered.
"Oh, we know," Ethan said with a leer, "but we also know what else ya're good at."
Jaden felt a bead of sweat trickle down his spine, the thumping of his heart escalated. Please don't get me started with this again... He mentally groaned while feeling the unwanted stirring in his own pants, the same arousal that had led to his downfall.
He swallowed hard, willing his body to respond to his commands rather than the taunts of his tormentors. "Is it that hard for you boys to just leave me alone and go do something else useful?" he asked. Seriously, you little bastards need to get a fucking life!
Mitchell chuckled darkly, his blue eyes never leaving Jaden. "Why should we? Ya obviously lak the attention, don't ya?" He took a step closer to the fence. "Or are ya just too much of a chicken to admit what ya really want?"
Jaden felt his stomach clench at this brat's challenging tone, his mind racing with thoughts of what could happen if he did give in, if he did admit to the desires that consumed him. Would it finally end the torment?
No Jaden, you can't do this. He scolded himself in his thoughts. You know how immoral and disgusting this is! If you do this there's no going back from it. Plus, who knows what they could be planning next if you do it. It could be the beginning of something far, far worse that's gonna become a permanent stain for the rest of your life! You seriously don't want your parents to know you're just like... just like him!
The person he's referring to as 'him' was his maternal uncle Trevor.
The very reason he and his parents had uprooted themselves from California to the desolate embrace of his father's home state had been to escape the shadow of Trevor's heinous acts. The middle-aged man, once a beloved figure in Jaden's life, had been arrested for engaging in sexual acts with pre-teen boys at the middle school where Jaden had attended when he was 11 at the time.
The scandal had shattered their lives, leaving a stench of perversion that clung to him like a noxious cloud. It always reminds him of the dark path that lay before him, a path he swore never to walk. His parents had hoped that a new environment would help him heal, that he would be free from the echoes of his uncle's depravity. But now, as he stood before the Boebert brothers, the ghosts of his past and present seemed to merge into a single, taunting form, daring him to embrace the very fate he feared most.
"How about you go fuck off, Mitchell," the Wilson teen finally managed to spit out. He knew that standing up to them was like poking a beehive, but the sting of their words had gone on long enough.
As predicted, the Southern-accent brothers all started laughing.
"Oooh, he's got a mouth own him!" Evan quipped, his twin Ethan slapping his hand against the fence in approval. "Why don't ya show us what ya can do with that mouth, Jaden?"
"Yeah, ya know ya want it," Ethan added, "to taste what we've got." His tongue darted out to lick his lips. "We could show ya things ya've only ever dreamt of, make all those dirty pictures en your head come to life."
Are these brats trying to get me in trouble? What if someone is outside hearing what they're saying? Jaden thought, his eyes darting around to see if anyone else was watching. But the neighboring houses remained silent sentinels, their windows shuttered against the late afternoon sun. The isolation of the moment made his heart pound louder in his chest.
The garden hose trembled in his hand, the spray of water now more erratic as he felt the beginnings of an erection strain against his shorts. "You're not going to get what you want... You are not gonna end up like that man," he whispers harshly to himself, refusing to say his uncle's name while trying to regain control over his body and his thoughts, cupping his hand over the bulge.
The Boebert brothers however already noticed his discomfort, their smirks growing wider.
"Oooh, looks lak Jaden's touchin' himself!" Cameron jeered, letting out a high-pitched, nasally laugh. "What ya doin', Jaden? Playin' with yer little garden gnome?" He wiggled his own fingers in a lewd gesture, mimicking the act of masturbation. "Or maybe ya just wishin' ya had somethin' as big as ours? Gettin' off to the thought of us little boys, ya nasty faggot?"
Ethan and Evan snickered in union. They knew they had him cornered, even from behind the fence, and the power was a heady intoxicant that made their cocks throb even more. "Why don't ya come ovah he-yah 'n show us?" Ethan suggested, licking his lips in a lewd gesture. "We've got somethin' fo-wah ya, somethin' that'll make ya feel really good."
Jaden felt the blood drain from his face as he realized the gravity of the situation. He couldn't let his guard down, couldn't let them see the truth in their taunts. With a deep breath, he found his resolve, his voice firm as he responded, "No thanks. I'm not some fucking toy for you brats to play with. Now again, leave me the fuck alone!"
His retreat to the shed was a desperate attempt to escape the Boebert brothers' taunts. Hidden from the Texan sun's glare, he begins fumbling through the cluttered shelves for a bag of flower seeds until his eyes fall on a packet of marigolds. The curly-haired biracial teen reached out and grabbed the packet of marigold seeds, but it didn't quell the anger bubbling in his head.
"What kind of shit has Mr. Boebert been indoctrinating those boys? What kind of father allows his sons to behave like this at such a young age?" he muttered under his breath. "They're becoming a bunch of horny brats, thinking they're God's gift to the world just because they've got big dicks. This isn't normal for little boys to behave like this. This is seriously fucked up."
He couldn't help but wonder what Cletus Boebert would say if he knew the truth about his sons' taunts and the desires they stirred in Jaden. If that man saw them with me, knowing what they know, it would be a whole other kind of hell, he thought, his mind swirling in a tumultuous storm of fear and anger. I already heard about what he said about uncle T—... that man... when he came over to fix my dad's car.
Jaden can remember how Cletus's face was twisted into a mask of pure hatred when his father had once mentioned the scandal with Trevor. "If'n I ever catch one o' them low-down, perverted fucks 'round these parts, I'll string 'em up by their nuts," he'd growled, his voice a thunderclap that had left no room for doubt. The vehemence in his words had crafted a picture of the venom he reserved for pedophiles, especially those with a taste for young boys.
And boy, if the Boebert patriarch finds out about Jaden's attraction to young boys, imagine how terrifying it would be. This made his skin crawl, but he pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand. He couldn't let those little runts control him, not even in the quiet whispers of his own mind.
As Jaden turned to leave, the jingling of belt buckles and the sound of unzipping pants reached his ears, accompanied by the Boebert brothers' snickers. He froze, his hand hovering over the shed's doorknob, the reality of their intentions crashing over him like a cold, hard wave.
Oh, no... No they did not. They better fucking not. They can't be serious, he thought, shaking his head in denial of what they're probably doing. He knew he couldn't let them see his reaction, couldn't give them the satisfaction of knowing how much they'd affected him. He opened the shed and stepped back out into the sunlight.
The curly-haired teen forced himself to turn around, and the sight that greeted him from behind the wooden fence that separated their yard is something that would definitely make any sick-minded, child-loving pervert stick their hand in their boxers. The four brothers had indeed done what Jaden feared they're doing; they dropped their pants, their pre-adolescent cocks standing proudly at attention as the fence between them did little to obscure the lewd display they'd decided to put on.
Mitchell's cock was a thick, angry beast, the veins pulsing with the same reckless energy that seemed to fuel the 14-year-old's every action. It jerked slightly with the beat of his heart, the head a dark shade of purple that suggested it was dangerously close to bursting.
Ethan's erection was slightly smaller, but no less impressive, a white-hot rod that matched the malicious glint in his blue eyes. His strokes were quick and jerky, as if he were punishing the very air around him for the audacity of Jaden's existence.
Evan's cock, while still a few years behind in size compared to his twin brother's and Mitchell's, was a promising specimen of youthful virility. It stood tall and proud, the skin a smooth canvas of golden-pink, begging to be touched and explored. His strokes were slower, more deliberate, as if savoring the feel of his own arousal, the head of his penis glistening with pre-cum that promised a deluge if given the chance.
And finally, Cameron, had the smallest cock of the bunch, but it was still a formidable sight for his 12-year-old frame. The mottled pink shaft was thick and hard, and he stroked it with surprising confidence, his dull brown eyes glinting with the same cunning that had always made Jaden feel like he was one step behind in their twisted games.
The four swollen members pulsed in the afternoon light. Jaden's eyes widened as he felt his own cock throb in response. This... this isn't happening, he thought to himself, but the evidence was right there, taunting him through the wooden slats. He had never seen anything like it, not even in his feverish dreams.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS DOING!? HAVE YOU ALL LOST YOUR MINDS!?" Jaden hollered with shock and annoyance. His eyes darted around, searching for any signs of movement in the neighboring houses, praying that no one had heard or seen the obscene display unfolding before him.
The Boebert brothers cackled in unison, the sound grating on his nerves like nails on a chalkboard.
"Look at him, boys," Mitchell sneered, stroking his own erection with a slow, deliberate motion. "Looks lak the pedo is all riled up ovah a little show. What's the matter, Jaden? Caint handle seein' a real man's cock?"
"Look at 'em all," Evan said, a wicked smile spreading across his face as he gestured towards his brothers' exposed erections, "These are the dicks ya've bin' fantasizin' about, aren't they, ya cock-cravin' queer?"
Jaden felt a bile rise in his throat as the Boebert brothers continued to mock him. Are they THAT fucking crazy? If they think it's gonna succeed in making me fall into their trap, especially outside where anyone could see us at any minute, they better think again.
"You guys are fucking sick! I'm not gonna be playing this shit!" the 19-year-old yelled, his voice trembling with rage. "You CAN'T do this out here! What if someone out here spots you guys?" He knew he had to put an end to this before it escalated further, before someone else saw, before the neighbors called the cops... or worse. "What would happen if your dad comes out and sees what is happening?"
The Boebert brothers only cackled louder at the mention of their father, their strokes growing more vigorous. "Don't ya worry 'bout Pa," Mitchell said with a wink. "He's out at the bar, lak always. We got all the time en the world to show ya what real Texas boys are made of."
Cameron shamelessly picks his nose, ejecting a slimy booger with his finger before popping it into his mouth for a taste. "Ma's out cold, Jaden," he said, licking his lips, the action crude and deliberate. With his other hand, he squeezed his still-hardening cock, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip and then slipping down the shaft like a tiny teardrop. "We got the house all to ourselves. Why don't ya come ovah he-yah, 'n we can have some fun before she wakes up. Maybe then ya won't be so tense 'round us."
The smugness in his voice was like gasoline on the fire of Jaden's panic, but it also brought with it a strange sense of relief.
If Cletus and Lillian aren't around, maybe they wouldn't go too far.
Maybe, just maybe, this was their way of pushing the boundaries without truly expecting Jaden to give in to their depraved games.
... Or maybe they were just that stupid. Either way, he had to get them to stop before it was too late.
"Look," he said, trying to keep his voice steady, "I don't know what kind of sick shit you've got going on over there, but I'm not playing your games. All of you, put your pants back on and go home. Now!"
"Ya're the sick one, Jaden," Mitchell shot back, his voice laced with the same cruel amusement that had haunted the teen's days since they discovered his notebook. "What kind of fucked-up pedo makes drawings of little boys lak us? Ya're the one who caint keep his perverted thoughts en check." He gave his cock another lewd stroke, the motion deliberate and taunting. "Ya're so eager to see the real deal, so why should we stop? It's not lak ya're not enjoyin' the show." He took a step closer, the head of his erection brushing against the rough wood of the fence and facing upward with glistening pre-cum leaking. "Ya want it, don't ya? Beh-cuz we're young, 'n ya're a dirtah pedo."
The other brothers giggled, their own hands straying to their erections.
"I'm serious, Mitchell," Jaden spat. "This isn't funny."
But even as he said it, he knew he was fighting a losing battle. His eyes were drawn to the youthful erections, the images from his notebook coming to life before his very eyes.
"Then how come ya're still lookin' at ow-wah dicks?" Ethan teased, taking a step closer, his cock swaying as he moved. "Come own, ya pedo. What are ya so scared of? Ya know ya want a taste." His Southern Texan drawl was low, a seductive purr that seemed to resonate in Jaden's very core.
Jaden tried to ignore it, telling himself over and over that this wasn't right, that he wasn't some sick predator like they were making him out to be. He cannot become like his uncle. His hand clutched the bag of marigold seeds tighter, using it to cover the bulge as he took a step back, hoping to hide his body's traitorous response. He watched as their eyes flicked down to the spot where the bag of seeds failed to conceal his growing arousal.
"Ya see that, boys?" Mitchell chuckled, his hand never leaving his own swollen cock. "The pedo caint even hide it when we're just talkin' dirtah to him."
The twins shared the same annoying smug. Even Cameron, the youngest, had lost the last vestiges of his innocence, his eyes alight with a newfound understanding of the power they wielded over the object of their torment.
The youngest Boebert boy's nasally laugh pierced the air as he pointed his grimy, snot-covered finger at Jaden, the gap between his teeth showing as he sneered. "Ya know, for a grown-up like ya, Jaden, I bet ya got a real tiny dick," he goaded with childish glee and malevolent intent. "Prob'ly nothin' but a lil' peanut down there that gets hard from watchin' us, huh? Or maybe ya ain't got one at all, 'cept for those sick thoughts of ours ya've got in that twisted head of yers."
Evan, his spiked blonde hair glowing in the sun, stepped forward with a smug grin, a bead of pre-cum glistening on the tip of his engorged cock as he rubbed it with his thumb. "Looks lak ya're pretty desperate fo-wah some action, Jaden," he taunted. "Is that why ya had to resort to drawin' us en your little book? Nobody to keep ya company, so ya just have to settle fo-wah fantasizin' about us?" His finger traced a lazy circle around the sensitive tip of his cock.
Jaden felt the sting of their words cut deeper than the thorns of the roses he tended to. Memories of the cruel laughter of Naomi, his ex-girlfriend, echoed in his ears, the sting of rejection still fresh.
"Yeah, I know," Mitchell said with a smug look, "ya've got that sad, desperate look of a boy who's never had a real man to show ya how it's done. Maybe ya should just admit it 'n come ovah he-yah, we'll show ya what it's lak to have a cock that doesn't look lak a shrimp."
The twins and Cameron cackled, their youthful voices a symphony of cruelty.
Jaden, still refusing to give in to their depraved offer, gave them a gritted smile and a raised middle finger. He turned away from the fence and stomped back towards the garden, his dark-brown curly hair bouncing with every step. The laughter and taunts grew distant as he focused on the marigold seeds, planting them one by one into the fertile earth with a determination that mirrored the anger coursing through his veins. The slurs "faggot", "perv", and "cocksucker" they hurled at him were like a noxious weed, but he would not let them choke the beauty he cultivated here.
Each seed was a declaration of his resilience, a silent rebellion against the cruelty they sought to impose upon him. Yet, as he worked, he couldn't help but feel the warmth of his own arousal, a traitorous response to their twisted game. He planted the last marigold, patting the soil down firmly, and whispered a silent vow to himself. "This is my garden, and I'll be damned if I let them ruin this for me."
And with that, he picked up the hose and doused the freshly planted seeds, the droplets of water mingling with the sweat on his brow as he ignored the fading sound of their laughter, determined to find peace in the one place they hadn't fully tainted with their malice.
As Jaden's back was turned to the fence, Ethan's voice grew louder, "I bet as soon as ya go inside, ya're gonna whip out that sad little carrot of yers 'n jerk off to the thought of us!"
Jaden clenched his fists as he fought the urge to give in to their taunts. They're still watching him, waiting for a reaction, waiting for him to crack under the weight of their malicious teasing. But he would not give them that satisfaction. Instead, he let out a slow exhale and focused on the task at hand. He would not let them win. He would not let them control his desires or his sanctuary.
Jaden's thoughts drifted to the coming weeks as he worked in the garden, each shovelful of dirt a countdown to the day he could escape. College, a brand new start, a chance to leave the Boebert brothers' cruel taunts behind.
He imagined the walls of his new dorm room, a sanctuary from the torment that had become his reality. He envisioned the freedom of living among peers who didn't know his darkest secrets, who wouldn't judge him for the desires that plagued him. When the summer break ended and the school bell rang once more, he would be gone, leaving behind the confines of this neighborhood that had become a prison of his own making. As he tended to the marigolds, a silent vow formed in his heart: Once I'm out of here, I'll never have to deal with those little shits again.
But then, Ethan's taunt rang out... closer than before. "Hey, didja hear meh ya faggot?!"
He whipped around and jumped, startled. The Boebert brothers were now in his yard, their pants still around their ankles, their youthful cocks still standing proudly erect as they stared at him with amusement and challenge.
"How the fuck..." he muttered under his breath, his eyes wide with shock and fear. The fence had been breached. They must've climbed over it while he'd been lost in his own thoughts about college. "Did I give you brats permission to come over here?" he seethed. "Get the fuck out of my garden before I call the cops!"
The brothers only laughed once again as they took a collective step closer, their erections bobbing with each step they took on the soft earth. The game had escalated, and Jaden knew that this was far from over.
"The cops are gonna love seein' fo-wah naked little boys en a grown man's garden," Mitchell jeered, his hand still casually stroking his erect cock. The smug look on his face made Jaden's blood boil, but he knew the 14-year-old wasn't wrong. The situation was precarious, and calling the authorities would only serve to further expose his secret. The twins and Cameron snickered in agreement, their eyes glinting with the same sadistic pleasure.
Jaden felt his throat tighten as the reality of his vulnerability set in. "You think they're gonna believe you weren't the ones who climbed over here to start shit?" he retorted, trying to regain some semblance of control. "Why don't you all just get out of here before this gets any more fucked up?" he pleaded through gritted teeth.
Cameron, the youngest with the buzz-cut, took a step closer to Jaden, gleaming with a new idea for humiliation. With a grin that showcased his gap front teeth, he began to pick at his nose, the tip of his finger disappearing into his nostril before emerging with a glistening glob of snot. "What's wrong, Jaden?" he jeered, flicking the snot at the 19-year-old's sandals. "Scared of a little boy lak meh?"
His brothers roared with laughter, their erections bobbing in time with their mocking applause.
Jaden's disgust was palpable, his eyes flicking between the vile act and the leering faces of his tormentors. "Cut it out, this is fucking sick," he sternly replied, trying to maintain his dignity amidst the degradation. "It's not funny!"
Mitchell, ever the ringleader, took a step closer, his own erection standing tall and proud. "Ya're the one with the dirtah mind, Jaden," he sneered. "Ya're the one who caint keep it en your drawers when ya see a little boy lak this." He gestured to his younger brother, who's picking his nose again and smearing the contents on his fingers, his toothy grin growing more malicious by the second. "So why don't ya tell us, who do ya want first?"
Jaden's heart raced, his mind a tornado of fear and anger. He knew that giving in to their demands would only fuel their cruelty, but the desire, the dark, twisted desire that they'd unearthed in him, was a siren's call that grew louder with each passing moment. The sun beat down on him, a silent witness to the unfolding horror, as he took a step back.
"This isn't right," he shook his head. "I'm not going to let you do this to me."
Yet even as he said the words, the brunet's eyes strayed to the youngest brother's snot-covered digit, his traitorous mind imagining the taste of that youthful innocence, the feel of that nasal warmth against his own tongue. It was a thought that made him want to retch, but also one that sent a thrill of illicit pleasure through his body, his cock straining against the fabric of his shorts.
The brothers noticed this and their laughter grew more raucous, their cocks twitching in response to the power they had over him. "Looks lak someone's gettin' excited," Ethan said, his own hand moving to stroke his shaft.
"Looks lak ow-wah little garden gnome he-yah's got a taste fo-wah the exotic," Cameron crowed. He brought the snot-covered finger to his mouth and licked it clean, his eyes never leaving Jaden's horrified gaze. "Bet ya'd love to see more of that, huh?"
Mitchell's smirk grew wider. "Maybe he's got a nose fo-wah little boys' boogers too," he said, nudging Ethan and Evan with his elbow.
"What!? Eww, NO! That's disgusting, you little fuck!" Jaden roared, his voice cracking with revulsion. "What the hell is wrong with you, Cameron? Who the fuck wants to be with someone who can't keep their fingers out of their fucking nose? Gross!" His words were a desperate attempt to regain control, to push back against the tide of their twisted game. But as he watched Cameron suck the snot from his finger, a sick fascination gripped him, the line between disgust and desire blurring like a watercolor painting in the rain.
Cameron's obsession with picking his nose and consuming his boogers was a peculiar trait that had been with him since childhood. It was a habit that had grown into something more than just a simple bodily function for him; it was a declaration of his dominance, a way to assert his power over others. In his twisted mind, it was a show of his own brand of manliness, a display of his fearlessness in the face of societal norms and the disgust of those around him. It was his way of saying, "I do what I want, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it".
As the youngest of the four Boebert brothers, he often felt the need to prove himself, to stand out from the pack. And what better way to do that than by flaunting his ability to disgust and manipulate those around him? It was his secret weapon, his trump card in a world where strength was king, and he used it with the precision of a seasoned bully. The look of revulsion on Jaden's face only added gasoline to the fire, making him feel more powerful with each sickening slurp of his snot.
Oh god... this is fucking nasty. I can't deal with this any longer. The older teen thought to himself with a repulse, deciding to change the subject. "Look, you four are trespassing. So I'm not asking, I'm ordering you guys to get out of my garden," he told them in a serious tone. "Now!"
But the Boebert brothers didn't move, because of course, they don't want to. It was clear that this was a battle they had no intention of losing, not when they had the upper hand. This was just the start of a summer of hell, a summer where the only refuge would be the very place they had so effectively invaded.
Mitchell stepped up, his cock grin growing as he watched Jaden's discomfort. "Ya know, Jaden," The eldest Boebert drawled, his voice thick with the unmistakable Southern charm that seemed to ooze from every pore, "Meh 'n meh brothers, we Boebert boys ain't ever had a problem with the ladies. They just caint get enough of these big ol' cocks," he said with a proud jut of his chin, gesturing to his brothers, their erections still proudly on display. "'n ow-wah Pa? Oh, he's real proud of us, proud that we're becomin' men. Says we're the spittin' image of him when he was ow-wah age. We got all 'em cute chicks from ow-wah middle scole eatin' outta ow-wah hands. Ya should see 'em squeal when we whip these bad boys out. They just love when we show 'em what real alpha males are made of," he said, his hand wrapping around his thick erection with a possessive confidence that made Jaden's stomach churn. "But as fo-wah ya, I reckon ya never had a taste of that, have ya? Nothin' but a sad little garden 'n a secret nobody wants to know about."
"Yeah, we've had more pussy than ya could handle," Ethan added, his voice laced with venom. "Ya're never gonna git a missy to do that fo-wah ya, not when all ya want is to fuck little boys. The way ya look at us, the way ya git all sweaty 'n nervous. It's pretty fuckin' pathetic, really."
"Yeah, we're the real men around he-yah," His younger twin chimed in, stroking himself more vigorously. "What's a sad little faggot lak ya know about that?"
Their youngest brother took a step closer with the same inappropriate intent. "Yeah, ya're just a sad, sick puppy with no bone to chew own," he jeered, miming throwing a bone before snatching it away with a cackle. "But look at us, we're the big, bad dawgs that all the bitches want!"
Jaden felt a sting of jealousy as the Boebert brothers boasted about their conquests, flaunting their youthful virility like a pack of wolves in heat. Despite the horror of their words, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of longing for the ease with which they navigated their desires. He couldn't believe what he was hearing; that (unsurprisingly) these brats were already able to have luck with girls flocking over to them, eager to satisfy their every whim. And meanwhile, Jaden Wilson, a 19-year-old, remained an outcast, his own desires were a prison that no key could unlock.
He watched as the blonde-haired twins high-fived each other, their erections bobbing with each victory shout, and the thought of them experiencing a world of intimacy at such a young age made him feel even more isolated. The stark contrast between their brash confidence and his own furtive loneliness was a painful reminder of his place in the world, a world that seemed to have no room for someone like him. However, even amidst the revulsion he felt for their juvenile bravado, there was a part of him that yearned to be accepted, to be seen as the dominant male they so proudly claimed to be. But alas, he knew it was a futile wish, a mirage that danced on the horizon of his reality. His desires were different, darker, and no amount of taunting or teasing could change the truth that lurked in the shadows of his soul.
Evan took his index finger, slick with pre-cum, and traced a line of it across the bulging head of his erect cock. "Anyways, Jaden," he began, his voice a smug drawl, "ya could be ow-wah little bitch, cleanin' up after us." He brought the finger to his lips and licked the salty substance off with a flourish, his blue eyes remained glued to Jaden's brown orbs. "It's not so bad as much as ya might even lak it, lak watchin' us play with ow-wah big boy toys, don't ya, ya nasty pedophile? It's okay, ya can admit it. We know ya want to play with us."
The sight of Evan's tongue gliding over his own glistening finger was almost too much for Jaden to bear. The blatant sexual provocation made his knees feel weak, and his own cock was now painfully erect, pressing against the damp fabric of his shorts. He could feel the weight of his secret pressing down on him, threatening to crush him beneath the heel of their juvenile cruelty.
Suddenly, the Boebert brothers, fueled by their sadistic delight, took their torment to a new level. They began to spit onto their engorged cocks, the thick globs of saliva mixing with the trails of pre-cum that leaked from their tips. They watched Jaden with gleeful anticipation as they rubbed their saliva into their own flesh, their hands moving in slow, deliberate strokes that made Jaden's stomach churn and his cock throb.
The sight was obscene, a vulgar display of power and control that was both repulsive and oddly mesmerizing. Each brother took turns, their spit glistening in the sun as they worked their erections, taunting Jaden with their brazen show of dominance. The sound of their saliva smacking against their skin and the wet squelch of their palms was a grotesque symphony that filled the once-peaceful garden with an air of depravity.
Jaden's gaze was drawn to the obscene sight, his heart racing as he watched the Boebert brothers' lewd performance. The boys' cocks looked so much larger, so much more powerful, than he could ever imagine his own to be. The saliva glistening on their shafts made them appear even more menacing, and despite the repulsion he felt, he couldn't deny the traitorous arousal that was building within him.
The curly-haired teen's own small cock began to stir in his shorts, straining against the fabric as he took in the scene before him. The difference between their brazen display of masculinity and his own secret desires was stark, and it only served to fuel the fire of his internal conflict. Fuck! Why the hell am I getting hard on those little runts!? They're fucking CHILDREN! I can't let myself dwell on my perverted thoughts on children.
"Look at that, he caint even hide it now!" Mitchell sneered, pointing at Jaden's erection. The other three followed suit, their young faces twisted into smug smiles that spoke volumes about their newfound power over him.
"'n it's not even half the size of ours, ya pathetic excuse fo-wah a man!" Ethan sneered, stroking his thick cock even more vigorously, his pre-cum now mixing with the saliva to form a lewd sheen.
As the brothers' stroking grew faster and more aggressive, so did their insults. "I bet ya'd love to have a real cock lak us, wouldn't ya, Jaden?" Evan jeered as he flicked his thumb across the swollen head of his erection, sending a spray of pre-cum flying into the air, some of it landing on a few of Jaden's prized flowers. "Maybe then ya wouldn't be so desperate to look at ours all the time," he said with a snicker.
Jaden's face was a mask of fury and mortification as he clenched the garden hose, the water spraying wildly. His hand trembled with the effort of not reaching down to touch himself, not giving them the satisfaction of knowing they had won. Yet, even as their words stung, he couldn't ignore the pulsing need that grew stronger with each passing second, the boys' lewd performance unwittingly pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
Cameron had the audacity to saunter closer to the teen, his grin as nasty as the booger he'd just flicked at the garden. "Come on, Jaden?" He taunted, his voice high with the glee of a child who had found a new plaything. "We've bin' feelin' bored today, 'n we just want ya to play with the real big boys."
Jaden's eyes snapped away from the lewd display, focusing instead on his beloved garden, desperately trying to regain his composure.
Evan's focus never left Jaden's crotch, where his own erection strained against his shorts, a silent confession of his desires. "What's the matter, Jaden?" he smirked. "Is it beh-cuz ya're just a sad, lonely fag who couldn't resist the temptation of a real cock?"
Mitchell's smugness was rigid as he stepped closer, his own cock now glistening with the mixture of saliva and pre-cum. "Ya know ya want it," he whispered, his breath hot on Jaden's ear. "Just admit it. Ya're nothin' but a faggot who caint git enough of little boy cock."
Jaden's jaw clenched, wishing he could elbow this little shit in the stomach. He HAS to get rid of them before he lost all control, before his own perverse cravings led him down a path he couldn't come back from. "Back off," he threatened. "You fucking kids better get out of my garden, now. I'm NOT gonna tell y'all this again!"
"Or what?" Mitchell jeered, his hand still working his cock with a practiced ease while walking towards the teen. "Ya gonna tell yer mommy?"
... And then it happened.
Jaden's eyes widened in horror as he felt Mitchell's engorged cock press against his ass, the 14-year-old's hips making slow, deliberate circles. The brothers' laughter grew more raucous. WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING?!
"Ya lak that, don't ya, Jaden?" Mitchell whispered, grounding his hips even harder. The feeling of the bulging cock through the fabric of their shorts was both repulsive and disturbingly thrilling.
The twins and Cameron watched with malicious delight, their own stroking becoming more vigorous as they reveled in their power over him. Jaden was frozen, a silent scream trapped in his throat, his cheeks aflame with humiliation and unwanted arousal.
No no no! This has to fucking stop! I ain't gonna let those nasty little perverts win! He thought to himself with urgency. He knew that if he didn't act soon, he'd be lost to them, forever a plaything for their perverse games.
With a tremble of determination, he yanked the garden hose, turning the spray directly on Mitchell and the others. The brothers yelped in surprise, jumping back from the sudden deluge.
"I warned you, you little shits! KEEP YOUR DIRTY LITTLE HANDS TO YOUR FUCKING SELVES AND STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" Jaden thundered, the water jetting from the hose like a weapon of purification, chasing them back to their own side of the fence.
The Boebert brothers hastily pulled up their pants, the wet fabric clinging to their thighs, belts still unbuckled, jingling with each retreating step as they sprinted back to their own yard, their laughter turning to curses. As the biracial teen watches them go, he couldn't help but feel a twisted mix of victory and defeat, his secret still very much in their clutches, ready to be used against him again.
He knew it was only a matter of time before they'd be back, emboldened by their newfound power over him. He couldn't shake the feeling that he'd just postponed the inevitable, not stopped it. He let out a shaky sigh, his grip on the hose loosening as the cold reality set in.
No longer wanting to be outside for the rest of the day, the Wilson teen turned the water off and slowly walked back towards the house, the wetness seeping into his own clothes, and closes the door.
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To Be Continued!
Chapter 2: Privacy Invasion
Chapter Text
The Brats from Nextdoor
By: Spectrotica247
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Summary:
19-year-old Jaden Wilson's peaceful time in his backyard garden was ruined once again by the Boebert brothers, a group of four Southern-accent boys who enjoy bullying and degrading him with his secret that he doesn't want the world to know about: his sexual attraction to young boys.
Chapter Two - "Privacy Invasion"
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Jaden let out a frustrated groan. Water droplets clung to his skin, mixing with the sweat that had formed from the heat of both the sun and his own internal rage. He muttered to himself, "I can't fucking STAND those rotten little shits. They think they're so much better than me just because they've got their dicks out and a few brain cells to rub together."
His dark brown eyes scanned the kitchen, searching for something to ground him, to erase the image of their lewd grins and taunts from his mind. The 19-year-old stomped through the kitchen, his eyes landing on a half-empty bottle of whiskey on the counter, a relic of his father's attempt to dull the pain of his own disappointments. With a trembling hand, he reached for it, his mind racing with thoughts of the Boebert brothers and the dark, twisted game they played.
"And their father," he muttered, his voice tight with ire. "that worthless sack of shit. He's the one who's really to blame for this. Raising them to be nothing but a bunch of bullies and perverts. That man is failing his boys!"
As he unscrewed the cap and poured himself a generous shot of whisky into a dusty glass, Jaden's thoughts drifted to their mother, Lillian Boebert. He knew she was in a tough spot, her husband's heavy hand and his own neglect leaving her a shell of the woman she once was. Despite the pity he felt for her, he couldn't help but feel a burning anger at her passivity.
"Goddammit, woman," he grumbled, "when are you gonna pull it together? You can't just let those little demons run wild like this. You're their mother for fuck's sake!" He downed the amber liquid, the burn in his throat a temporary reprieve from the fire in his chest.
The teen understood the matriarch's plight, the fear and the exhaustion that must come with dealing with such a monstrous brood, but he also knew that she had to find the strength to put a stop to it. Because right now, her weakness only emboldened the boys, giving them the power to ruin lives like they were ruining his. He REALLY wishes that this summer break would end quickly so that he would never again be facing those rotten little brats once he goes off to college.
As he set the bottle down with a clink, his eyes fell on the refrigerator, and the note. It was a simple piece of paper, yellowed from the light and sticky with the residue of forgotten spills, but it held the promise of escape. His parents had scribbled their plans for the weekend, a trip to visit relatives in Dallas that would leave him alone for two days.
Two days...
Two days without their watchful eyes...
Two days where he could have the whole house to himself.
With a renewed sense of purpose, Jaden grabbed the leftover Papa John's pizza slices he had hidden in the fridge the night before. After microwaving it for one minute, the smell of the cheese and sauce filled the air as he then carried it upstairs to his sanctuary, feeling a small victory in the fact that his parents won't be around to enforce their "no food in the bedroom" rule.
He stepped into his room, the walls adorned with posters of his favorite bands, Nintendo game characters, and a displayed "Black Lives Matter" sign he proudly hung on the wall. The teen closed the door behind him and locked it.
As he kicked off his sandals and settled onto his bed, the coolness of the sheets against his skin offered a brief respite from the oppressive heat of the day, Jaden's phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and checked the notification, his eyes widening in surprise and a hint of relief at the sight of LittleBuddyLover99's comment on his latest post on Pixiv, an app where he could share his art and find refuge from the cruelties of real life. His art: a collection of sketches that depicted scenes from his favorite shotacon manga.
The comment was a simple "Damn, you're really talented. So nice to see the twins cum-feeding their cute little brother while being ass-pounded by their hot oldest brother. Keep up the good work." accompanied by a string of fire emojis. The validation from his devoted follower brought a small smile to his face. He opened the app and navigated to the post, discovering the image that had sparked such praise.
The sketch was a disturbing yet oddly erotic depiction of the Boebert brothers, all of them fully-naked.
Yes, Jaden even made sketches of his bratty neighbors in those... compromising situations.
Not only that, but he even took photos of the brothers when he was spying on them from the window of the attic and prints them out so that he can examine their youthful forms and create pornographic sketches of them, but made sure they look different from the actual boys, of course. He didn't want to admit that the ones who bullied him also aroused him.
Mitchell's hair was a buzz-cut as he held a younger boy, who bore a striking resemblance to Cameron, but with messy spiked hair, aloft by his ankles. Mitchell's cock was plunged into the 12-year-old's tight little hole, and the twins, Ethan and Evan, had their own flexfit caps on, their faces twisted in expressions of lust as they fed their erect penises into the open mouth of the struggling child. Jaden had posted the image on July 4th, an ironic twist to the patriotic holiday, the American flags sticking out from the ground serving as a backdrop for the perverse tableau. He had even named the post: "Here Cums the American Dream!".
The art served as evidence to his secret desires, a guilty pleasure that he had to express in the anonymity of his digital sanctuary. Jaden of course had to make them look different from real-life and make the viewers believe they were just random shotacon manga characters.
Reading the comments filled with positive and lewd language gave him validation, his own erection growing as he devoured the words of his devoted followers. It was in these moments, surrounded by the trappings of his adolescent world and the illicit art that mirrored his forbidden thoughts, that Jaden felt a twisted sense of belonging, a secret shared with the world but never to be spoken aloud.
Jaden's thumb hovered over the screen, his heart racing as he typed a hasty reply to LittleBuddyLover99. "Thanks. It's just... a way to get the thoughts out of my head." He hit send, his pulse quickening with each beat as he waited for a response.
The seconds ticked by like hours as he waited for a response. And finally, his phone buzzed again.
"You're going to love this, I've turned your little fantasy into a full-color digital masterpiece. Would you like to see it?" LittleBuddyLover99 wrote back, a hint of excitement in their tone.
The anticipation grew like a thick vine around Jaden's heart, squeezing tightly as he replied with a quick "Yes, please send it to me!".
The phone buzzed the minute after he sent his text, and Jaden looked at his phone to see the digital masterpiece he'd received from LittleBuddyLover99. The image was a stunningly vivid re-imagining of his sketch, with Mitchell's buzz cut hair now a shock of blonde that gleamed like spun gold, his eyes colored forest green that seemed to bore into the soul. Cameron's messy mop had transformed into a phantom blonde halo, framing his cherubic face and the stunning blue pools of his eyes that shimmered like the sea. And the twins, Ethan and Evan, their hair spilled out from beneath their flexfit caps in a fiery auburn, their gazes a matching set of dark-brown orbs.
The brunet couldn't tear his gaze away from the screen, his erection grew unbearable, pressing against the fabric of his damp shorts. He saved the image to his secret photo gallery while thinking of the worse-case scenarios. What would his family and friends think of him if they found out about his secret? Would they be disgusted? Would they report him to the authorities?
It's bad enough that his uncle Trevor, the man who had haunted his family for years with his own sick predilections, had left a stain on their lives that they had hoped to escape by moving to Texas. Now, Jaden could no longer deny the feeling that he's slowly becoming the very monster his parents had feared. His secret obsession with the Boebert brothers, expressed through his art, was a dangerous path that could lead to the same fate as his disgraced relative.
After setting the pizza box on the table beside his bed, Jaden moved his hand in a steady rhythm, his dark brown eyes never leaving the illicit image that had been brought to vivid life before his eyes. Oh fuck it... I'm not worthy of heaven anyways, he thought to himself as he succumbed to the siren's call of his darkest desires. He knew he'd be damned for indulging in this twisted fantasy, but the feeling was just too good to resist.
With trembling fingers, Jaden untied the knot of his damp shorts, freeing the tight coil of his own erection. It sprang out eagerly, deep brown, standing at attention as if in salute to the twisted narrative unfolding on his phone screen. He wrapped his hand around it, his grip firm and familiar, the skin hot and sensitive to the touch.
His strokes grew faster, his hips bucking slightly with each one as he whispered to himself, I'm going to burn in hell for this, I know it. The guilt and fear were a potent cocktail, mixing with the intoxicating pleasure that surged through his body.
Jaden's hand moved feverishly over his erection, the tiny carrot-sized prick that he'd been ashamed of ever since his harsh breakup with Naomi. The teen couldn't help but feel a stab of embarrassment as he stroked his penis, his mind still reeling from the image on his phone. Why can't Naomi just appreciate that size doesn't matter for once? He thought. Ugh, you know what? I don't blame her. Why would anyone wanna be with a guy who has a cock as puny as mine?
His own manhood was a mere shadow of the monstrous appendages he'd drawn on the Boebert brothers. It had always been like this, even when he was younger and had thought it would eventually catch up. But now, at 19, it was clear that his cock was never going to grow to match the size of the men his age and older.
He didn't understand why his body had betrayed him this way, leaving him with a tiny member that looked almost comical in comparison to the towering erections of the young boys he fantasized about. Regardless of the shame he felt, his hand moved with a desperate urgency, driven by the perverse thrill of his secret desires. He closed his eyes, the image of the Boebert brothers etched into the darkness behind his lids. He could almost feel their youthful bodies against his own, their rough hands exploring his secrets with an innocent yet hungry curiosity.
The biracial teen's breath grew ragged as he whispered their names, the moans escaping his lips like a forbidden incantation. "Mitchell... Ethan... Evan... Cameron... oh fuck,"
Jaden was surrounded by the Boebert brothers in a frenzy of lust and power. He could almost feel the twins' eager tongues painting his neck with their saliva, their blue eyes locked onto his brown orbs with a feral hunger. Both of their hands were everywhere, caressing the young man's heaving chest, his fingertips tracing the lines of his body like a cartographer mapping the darkest continent.
Cameron, the youngest, knelt before him with a look of innocence shattered by lust. His dull brown eyes had transformed into pools of wanton need as he took Jaden's thick cock into his mouth, his slithering tongue around the sensitive tip. The 12-year-old's cheeks hollowed with each bob of his head, his small hands reaching up to stroke the older boy's abs as he worked to deep-throat the full length. Jaden's toes curl and his hips buck involuntarily at the exquisite feeling.
And finally, Mitchell, the eldest of the four, loomed over him from behind, his own cock standing at attention as he whispered obscene slurs into Jaden's ear, calling him every derogatory term in the book he could think of. Yet, amidst the hatred, there was a hint of something else, a twisted admiration for the power he wielded over the curly-haired young man. Jaden felt the tip of Mitchell's cock pressing against his hole, the pressure building until he could no longer deny the dark thrill that surged through him.
"Take it, ya sick fuck," the boy in a flexfit cap growled as he pushed into Jaden's tight entrance. "Ya're loving it, aren't ya, ya dirtah pedophile whore?"
Ethan and Evan had moved to Jaden's sides, their tongues flicking over his nipples, sending sparks of sensation down his spine. They giggled between licks as they watched their big brother claim their shared prize. The sensation of their wet mouths and the scrape of their teeth against his sensitive flesh was almost too much, making his cock pulse with each touch.
Jaden's eyes squeezed shut, and he bit his lower lip to stifle a moan as the reality of the situation crashed into his fantasy. The Boebert brothers, the bane of his existence, were now the stars of his most depraved sexual escapade, their youthful bodies entwined with his, their hands and mouths exploring his most intimate spaces.
Why am I doing this to myself? What am I becoming? he thought, trying with the effort of resisting the dark allure of his own imagination. No... no, I can't do this. I can't be this depraved... I'm not like this. His hips bucked upwards, seeking the warmth and pressure of Cameron's mouth as he imagined Mitchell's cock filling him completely.
"Ya lak that, Jaden? Ya lak bein' ow-hah little slut?" Mitchell's voice was a snarl in his mind, with of hate and arousal that sent him over the edge.
Jaden began to moan their names aloud, each syllable a confession of his darkest desires. "Yeah... Mitchell... I'm your slut... I'm your... your... dirty pedophile whore..." The words tumbled from his mouth with an ease that shocked and shamed him, but the pleasure was too intense to hold back. His hand moved faster, the slick sound of his palm against his cock echoing in the quiet room.
The twins snickered, their breath hot and moist as they whispered even more degrading names into his mind. "Ya love it, don't ya, ya nasty faggot?" Ethan hissed as he moved closer to the older boy's face and flicked his tongue against his earlobe. "Ya want little boys lak us to use ya lak a fuck toy, don't ya?"
"Oh, fuck... Yes," Jaden whimpered. "Call me whatever you want... I'm a... I'm a... I'M A FUCK TOY FOR LITTLE BOYS!"
"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!"
Jaden's orgasmic moan was abruptly cut off as the cruel laughter of the Boebert brothers crashed into his ears, no longer just a figment of his imagination. His eyes shot open, and the horror of reality slapped him in the face like a cold, wet towel. The quartet of hellions were there, not in his fantasy but literally standing behind his bedroom window that he'd left open this morning for cool air, the phone in Mitchell's hand was pointed at him, recording every second of his humiliation. Their grins were wider than ever, teeth glinting in the sun that streamed through the open window.
"Just as we thought, ya fuckin' pedo," Mitchell jeered while recording. "Ya really are a perv for little boys, aren't ya?"
The twins shared a malicious smirk as they took turns adding fuel to the fire of Jaden's humiliation. "Ya're such a pathetic, cock-hungry bitch, ain't ya?" Ethan's Southern drawl rang out with a sneer, his blue eyes glinting with amusement as he watched the older boy's face redden with shame. "I knew ya caint wait to git inside 'n stroke that dirty little wiener,"
Evan's grin was equally vicious, his hand groping his own prominent bulge in his belted shorts as he spoke. "Ya know ya want it, Jaden. Ya're just lak the sickos who drool ovah us,"
Meanwhile, Cameron looked up at him with a sly smirk. "Ya're just a dirty, old perv who wants to git fucked by little boys, aren't ya?" he said.
Their words stung like a swarm of angry bees, each syllable a reminder of the depravity he had allowed into his mind and now, his life. No... No... No... NO! What have I fucking done!? They fucking caught me on camera! he thought, panicking for the future of his reputation that is now at stake. How could I be so fucking idiotic to not close the window!? How could I expose myself by giving in to my depraved thoughts!? Now those little bastards are really gonna get back at me and ruin my life now that they have all the evidence!
He couldn't believe this...
He ABSOLUTELY couldn't believe this...
The fantasy that had once been his escape had transformed into a prison of his own making, the bars forged from his darkest secrets and the twisted steel of their cruelty. Jaden's blood ran cold as the reality of his situation set in. He stared at the four young faces that held his fate in their grubby little hands. There's no turning back. Those little fuckers had him, hook, line, and sinker.
"First he's been makin' weird-as-fuck porn drawin's of lil' boys, and now look at him," Mitchell said, pointing his phone at Jaden. "The great Jaden Wilson, caught playin' with his lil' weiner 'n imaginin' us boning him. Fuckin' nasty degenerate."
Cameron pointed a grubby finger at Jaden's now-flaccid member, the object of their latest taunt. "Look at that little thing," he jeered. "What the fuck are ya gonna do with that? It's lak a baby's dick, Jaden. No wonder ya want ours so badly." His high-pitch laughter was like nails on a chalkboard, each giggle was a twist of the knife in Jaden's gut.
Jaden's body trembled with rage as he yanked his shorts up, the fabric sticking to his sticky skin. He stormed over to the open window with fear and irritation. "What the fuck do you little runts think you're doing!?" he yelled. "This is my fucking house! This is an invasion of privacy! Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops!"
The Boebert boys' grins didn't waver, the screen of their oldest brother's phone was still recording every furious word that spilled from their neighbor's lips. "Oh, so now ya're all high 'n mighty, huh?" Ethan sneered.
Cameron had his hand buried in his nostril, mining for treasure. He pulled out a glistening booger and held it up to the light, examining it with the same scrutiny. "Ya're the one who's gonna be sorry, Jaden," he said with a wicked smile, still looking at the snot that's hanging from his finger like a disgusting talisman. "Ya're gonna regret messin' with us Boebert boys." He flicked the booger at Jaden with surprising accuracy, hitting him square in the forehead.
"Ew, Cameron! Don't flick your snot at me, NASTY!" the curly-haired teen exclaimed in disgust as he wiped the booger away with the sheets from his mattress. "And I thought I told you guys earlier to stay the fuck away from me! Why the fuck would y'all trespass into my property again and record me jerkin' off!? This is a new low, even for you psychos!"
The Boebert brothers only laughed harder, their cruel eyes drinking in his distress. "Oh, Jaden, Jaden, Jaden," Mitchell said, shaking his head in mock disappointment, ceasing the phone recording. "Ya should know by now that we don't take orders from a sick pervert lak ya."
Ethan nodded with agreement. "Ya're the one who's bin' pervin' on us, Jaden. Ya're the one with the problem he-yah, not us."
Evan's smirk grew wider. "Yep. We just caught ya to playin' with yerself while imaginin' us naked." he said in a singy-song tone.
Their words cut deeper than any knife, each one a twist of the dagger they held firmly in his back. Jaden felt the last shreds of his dignity slipping away as he realized the gravity of their threat. They had him, and they had no intention of letting go.
Soon, the Boebert brothers began to clamber through the window, one by one. Mitchell was the first to enter. The twins, Ethan and Evan, followed closely, and Cameron brought up the rear.
"Hey hey hey! Who the fuck said y'all can come in?! Get out of my room!" Jaden shouted, his voice hoarse with fear and anger. But he is fighting a losing battle. "Are you little fucks deaf? You can't come in here, this is not your house!"
"Oh, but we already have, Jaden. 'n we're not goin' anywhere, faggot, until ya admit it," the boy in a flexfit cap sneered, stepping closer to the bed, the dangling belt strap swinging side to side with each step. "Ya're nothin' but a sad, pathetic loser who caint git it up fo-wah anyone but little boys."
The other brothers chuckled in agreement, their own cocks straining against their tight pants as they advanced on Jaden, who was now backed against the wall. His heart hammered in his ribcage, his mind racing to find a way out of this nightmare.
Admit it," Mitchell demanded, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl. "Ya want us. Ya want ow-wah cocks. Ya're nothin' but a sick, twisted pedophile."
Cameron stepped up to Jaden with a villainous grin, his thumb and forefinger squeezing the bulge in his belted pants, making it all too clear he was enjoying this twisted game of power. "Remember earlier when ya watched us play with ow-wah little soldiers, Jaden?" he asked. "Yeah, ya liked that, din' ya? A sad ol' man like ya jus' dreamin' 'bout gettin' a taste of what ya're not allowed to have." His hand began to move up and down, mimicking the motion of jerking off, as he continued to humiliate the 19-year-old. "Look at ya now, all hot 'n bothered 'bout nothin' but little boy dicks. What a sad, sick, pathetic excuse for a man ya turned out to be."
"It's true, Jaden," Ethan sneered. "Ya're just a fuckin' pedo who caint control his urges around innocent kids. 'n now we've got the proof."
"N-no! You... You all are wrong," Jaden desperately choked out. "I don't... I don't want that... I'm not like that. I'm not like my..." he stopped himself, not wanting to bring up the last person he wanted to mention to them.
But he didn't know that the brothers had already learned about his past.
"Lak... yer pedophile uncle!?" Ethan spat out the name with a malicious twang.
Jaden looked as if he'd been shot in the chest by a gun bullet at the mention of his maternal uncle. "How... How do you know about my uncle?" he stammered, feeling the blood drain from his face.
"Heard Pa tellin' Ma 'bout what yer Pa done mentioned t'other day," Mitchell explained with a sly smirk. "So, y'all had to skedaddle from that city school up north 'cause yer uncle was touchin' lil' boys there, huh? Reckon they ain't lyin' when they say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."
"Yeah, so what makes ya think ya ain't gonna be jus' lak him?" Ethan asked, tilting his head with a frown of disdain.
"Exactly, ya're just a fucked-up little pervert who like 'em young, ain't ya?" Evan added, licking his lips. "Probably got it from that sicko uncle of yers."
"You... you don't know what you're talking about." Jaden protested weakly, shaking his head. "That was my uncle, not me. I'm nothing like him!"
But the Boebert brothers were relentless. "Look at ya," Mitchell scoffed, "shakin' like a hound dog shittin' peach seeds, ain't ya? Reckon we done got under your skin, did we? Maybe ya're more like him than you care to let on. How else ya gonna describe ya beatin' yer meat while thinkin' 'bout little boys? It's in yer blood, plain as day.
Cameron nodded eagerly. "Ya got the same sickness he had. Can't help it, can ya?"
"SHUT UP!" He snapped, now fed up with the way they keep bringing up the man he feared he'd become. "You don't know ANYTHING about me!"
"Oh, we know plenty. Ya've proven it to us today." Mitchell said, waving the phone with the incriminating video. "Now, it's time to face the music, pedo."
"Yeah, maybe if ya admit it," Evan chimed in, "we'll let ya play with us. Just like ya always wanted."
"You... You're just trying to mess with me," Jaden stammered, his eyes darting between the four faces that had become his tormentors. "And FYI, this isn't what I always wanted. Period!"
Mitchell stepped even closer, this time with an irate scowl. "If ya don't admit it, Jaden," he threatened, "we're gon' share this little video on Facebook." He held up his phone, the screen displaying the recorded evidence of Jaden's illicit pleasure.
The older teen's eyes widened in horror at the mention of Facebook. "You... you're not serious, right?" he croaked.
"Oh, we're dead serious," Mitchell answered with a smirk. "Ma and Pa are on Facebook, and they follow yer folks. Imagine how shocked they'd be to see what their sweet little boy's been up to. They're totally gonna see their swate little angel jerkin' off to us. They'll be soooo proud of their faggot son followin' his uncle's footsteps."
"And ya know how ow-wah Pa is, right? Ya were scared beh-cuz ya know he don't take kindly to pedos." Evan crossed his arms with a dark tone. "He'll make ya wish ya were never born."
"Ya're gonna be the biggest talk of the town, Jaden," the eldest Boebert said, the leather belt strap still hanging from his looped fingers like a sadistic flogger. "The internet's gonna have a field day with ya, the biggest cock cravin' pedo this side of the Mississippi. 'n let's not forget the cops. They're gonna love seein' their little garden-tendin' sweetheart turned into the town's favorite cautionary tale. So, what's it gonna be, faggot? Admit ya want us, or we'll make sure everyone else sees just what a sicko ya really are."
"You little fuckers wouldn't dare!" Jaden spat an empty threat.
The 14-year-old brunet boy's smirk grew more malicious as his left hand tightened his grip on the western leather belt buckle, the metal glinting menacingly in the afternoon light. "Oh, but we would, Jaden," he retorted. "We've got nothin' to lose. But you? Ya've got everythin' to lose. But ya know what? Maaaybe we can come to some kind of... understandin'."
He twirled the belt strap in a way that made it look like a lasso in his other hand. "We can keep your little secret," he continued, "if... ya do somethin' fo-wah us. Somethin' that'll make sure we all git what we want."
Jaden stares at the four grinning faces, each one more twisted with anticipation than the last. He gulped, his throat tight with dread. "What... what do you want from me?"
Mitchell drew in closer. "We want ya to be honest with yerself, Jaden," he spoke softly, his eyes flickering down to the older boy's tented shorts. "Ya've bin' watchin' us fo-wah a reason, right? We know ya want us. So why don't ya just give in 'n let us show ya what we can do?"
Evan spoke up, "Yeah, Jaden. Why bother hidin' it? We can tell ya enjoy watchin' ow-wah hardened rods. Maybe it's time fo-wah ya to git a little... hands-on experience."
Jaden scowled at the quartet, determined to not embrace his sinful side. "You're all disgusting little shits," he snarled through gritted teeth. His hand clenched the edge of the bed for support. "I'm NOT gonna be touching any of you, so you can just get that sick fantasy out of your heads right now."
Mitchell's smug grin morphed into a cold, hard glare, not liking how the older teen defied them. "Ya don't git to call the shots he-yah, boy," he tells him menacingly. "Ya either play along, or ya face the consequences. 'n trust meh, ya don't want to see what happens when we spread yer little secret."
The twins nodded in agreement. Cameron, ever the eager pupil, mimicked his older brothers' nod, the snotty grin never leaving his face as he reached out and grabbed Jaden's wrist, pulling it towards his own crotch. "Come on," he cooed, "It'll be fun. Just lak watchin' us was fo-wah ya."
"Fuck no!" Jaden swiped his hand away from Cameron with such force that he almost stumbled backward. "And get your nasty booger-picking hand off me!" he yelled, his revulsion clear as he scrubbed at his arm as if he could erase the feel of the younger boy's touch. Does this kid ever think about washing his damn hands? He needs to stop spreading his fucking germs!
"You're all monsters, that's what y'all are!" He said.
Mitchell's smirk remained plastered on his face. "Oh, please, Jaden," he drawled, his voice thick with sarcasm. "Ya're the one with the problem he-yah. Ya're the one who caint keep yer hands off yer pecker. Ya brought this to yerself, not us."
The situation was tense. Jaden felt the cold, clammy grip of the brothers' accusations wrapping around him, squeezing the breath from his lungs. His thoughts then turned to the future he'd so carefully cultivated. The scholarships, the dreams of escaping this stifling town for the greener pastures of college, the chance to build a life beyond the shadow of these monstrous boys... it all hung in the balance, threatened by their vile blackmail. The fear of his dark secret being unearthed for the world to see, of his future crumbling like so much dust beneath the weight of their cruel revelation, was the last thing he wanted to happen. The very thought of his college dreams shattering into a million pieces at the mercy of their sneers and lewd demands made his stomach churn with nausea. He knew he was at their mercy, and the weight of their malicious intent bore down on him like a crushing boulder.
He reached out to push Mitchell away, the belt strap flying before it slapped against the young boy's pants. "Fine," he gritted out, "What do you want me to do?"
It was a surrender, a desperate plea for mercy wrapped in the hope that he could somehow control the narrative. But deep down, he knew he was theirs to play with, a puppet to their twisted games. And as the first droplets of pre-cum wet the fabric of his shorts, he realized that the battle for his dignity had already been lost.
"Look, Jaden," Mitchell said, his Southern drawl dropping to a mockingly soothing tone, "we just want ya to be honest with yerself. Tell us, how badly do ya want to git down own yer knees 'n suck own ow-wah big boy cocks?" The boy with a backwards-facing cap stepped closer. "Ya've bin' eyein' us fo-wah so long, it's only fair ya git what ya've bin' cravin'. 'n who knows," he added with a wink, "maybe if ya're a good little slut 'n do as we say, we'll keep your dirty secret between us."
"So you guys are planning to make me your little... plaything? Is that it?" Jaden asked. The Boebert brothers exchanged glances, the mischief in their eyes growing brighter.
"Why, Jaden," Mitchell cooed, "ya make it sound so... degradin'. But if that's what ya want to call it, then sure. Last time we heard; ya declared yerself a 'whore fo-wah little boys', 'n that's what we're gonna make a reality. We can make ya ow-wah little playthin'. It'll be just lak playin' hahss, except ya're the fuck toy 'n we're the ones pullin' the strings." His smirk grew wider as he took another step closer, the leather belt buckle still clutched in his hand. "So, what'll it be? Serve us 'n worship ow-wah cocks so yer secret will be kept hidden, or let the whole world know what a sick boy-lovin' fuck ya are?"
"Yeah, Jaden," Ethan chirped. "It's yer choice. Ya can be ow-wah little secret, or everyone's favorite cautionary tale."
Cameron, his hand still lingering by his crotch, adds with an eerily calm tone, "'n remember, once ya choose to start playin' with us, ya caint just stop. Ya're en it fo-wah the long haul, Jaden. We'll have ya comin' back fo-wah more, beggin' fo-wah it, lak the good little pedo ya are".
Jaden's stomach plummeted as the gravity of their words sank in, the harmony of his world invaded by the horror of the reality he faced. His eyes fell to the floor for a moment, thinking about the consequences of both giving in and resisting. With a heavy heart, he decided he had no choice but to submit to their depraved games if he wanted to protect what little dignity he had left. What fucking choice do I fucking have, anyways? It's not easy for me to just snatch away their phones.
"Alright, fine," he answered, slumping his shoulders in defeat, "I'll do it."
Wide grins of triumph flashed on the boys' faces. "Good choice," Mitchell said with a smugness that made the 19-year-old cringe. "It wasn't so hard now, was it?"
The curly-haired teen just huffed, his eyes still cast downward, as he prepared to submit to their twisted demands.
As if to celebrate their victory, Cameron's eyes beamed with greed as he spied the Papa Johns pizza box on the table. "Oooh, lookie here, I'm starving," the boy with a buzzcut exclaimed with glee and he sauntered over to the table and grabbed the plate with the remaining few slices. He then went over to Jaden's homework desk, which was meticulously organized with books and binders neatly stacked. Out of disrespect for his neighbor, he casually knocked them over onto the floor, much to Jaden's outrage.
"HEY! What the hell, Cameron!?" He snapped at the pre-teen.
"Just gettin' comfortable," Cameron quipped, taking his first bite of the pizza.
"First off, you don't shove people's things off the table like that. Second, that pizza is mine, you little shit!" Jaden snarled. "That's MY fucking lunch!"
Mitchell's hand grab a fistful of Jaden's shirt and yanks him closer. "Ya're in no position to be makin' demands, Jaden," he hissed, his teeth bared like a rabid animal. "Remember, we're doin' ya a favor he-yah. Ya don't git to decide what's yers anymore." He pulls him closer to the front of the bed, his shirt stretching from his defined chest as the other brothers chuckle.
The sight of the pizza being ravaged by the youngest Boebert's dirty fingers only added to the revulsion and anger that quickly bubbled up within Jaden. His stomach growled in protest, reminding him that his lunch was now in the hands of his tormentor. Well, there goes my lunch, and quite possible the last shred of dignity I had left.
Mitchell's sapphire eyes bore Jaden's soul as he tipped his worn-backwards American flag flexfit cap with a smug smirk. "Look, Jaden," he drawled, "Ya do exactly what we say, 'n maybe we'll keep ow-wah end of the deal." And with a malicious grin, he shoved Jaden to the floor.
The twins eagerly went over to their oldest brother, their eyes hungrily devouring the sight of their prey on the carpeted floor, his earlier protest forgotten in the face of their overwhelming power.
"If ya're a good boy, we might decide not to post the video on Facebook fo-wah everyone to see." He leaned down, his crotch mere inches from Jaden's face. "But if ya fuck up, if ya tell anyone, or if ya don't keep playin' ow-wah game fo-wah the rest of the summer... well, then ya're 'unna become the next big viral sensation." His voice was a seductive whisper of evil in a warning tone.
Anger and desperation was swirling in the depths of the young man's eyes. "If this doesn't describe you runts as fucking monsters, I don't know what fucking does,"
Mitchell just shrugged with a nonchalant smug, clearly unfazed to the insults Jaden launched at him. "Call it what ya will," he said, "but we're the ones holdin' the cards he-yah. 'n 'less ya want the whole world to see just how much ya love little boy cock, ya're to do as ya're told."
With reluctance, the brunet teen forced himself to look up at the quartet of boys, their erections jutting out from their tight pants like barrels of loaded guns. "Okay," he grumbled, laced with surrender, "I'll give you brats what y'all want. But I swear to God, if any of this goes beyond these walls, I'll-"
"Oh, don't worry," Ethan interrupted with a sneer, "We're gonna keep it nice 'n private... fo-wah now."
Cameron looked down at the mess he'd made, then caught the sight of a crumpled photo of the four brothers and a hastily-sketched nude drawing of them that fell out of Jaden's school binder, all with exaggerated proportions. "What's this?" He snatched it with his greasy hand and held it up. Then his mouth dropped.
When Jaden noticed, his eyes went wide with dread. Cameron had now found the photos and the sketches the teen made about him and his brothers in his most intimate moments of pleasure. "W-wait! Stop!" He stuttered, trying to compose himself. But it's too late to hide the evidence.
"Look at this, guys!" the boy with a brown buzz cut squealed, pointing at Jaden's artwork. "Ow-wah lil' neighbor's been takin' us to school with 'im!"
The twins and Mitchell unanimously let out loud "Ooooohhh"s and roared with laughter. "Well, well, well," Mitchell said, shaking his head with feigned disappointment, "Looks like you've been a busy boy, Jaden." He grabbed the picture from Cameron, his grin widening as he took in the explicit details of the drawing. "Ya know, I always knew ya had a thing fo-wah us, but this is just... pathetic."
Ethan leaned in to inspect the drawing. "The fuck is this?" he jeered, pointing at the alterations. "Ya tryin' to make us look different so that no one will know it's us?" His eyes narrowed.
"And ya've been spyin' on us?" Evan's voice grew harsher than his older twin's, his eyes burning with a newfound fury as he threw the picture back at Jaden. "Wow! You're even MORE of a sicko than we thought."
Jaden felt ashamed and still a bit angry as he feebly replied, "I didn't mean to! I-I just..." He stumbled over his words, trying to find some semblance of an excuse for his artwork. But there's nothing Jaden can do to defend himself now; the Boebert brothers had seen the proof of his desires, and they had him right where they wanted him.
"Ya really are a demented freak, Jaden," Evan crossed his arms, glaring at him with disgust. "And ya know what? That should be part of ow-wah collection as evidence."
With a snicker, Mitchell took a quick snap of the incriminating sketch and photo, the flash of the camera illuminating the room like a bolt of lightning.
What kind of deep shit have I gotten myself into...? Jaden shamefully thought. He knew his artwork would one day bring him trouble if exposed to the wrong person, but he didn't think it would lead him to THIS kind of trouble.
Satisfied with catching more evidence to use against their prey, Mitchell strode over to the window, and with quick motion, he slammed it shut, cutting off the gentle serenade of the outside world. The curtains followed suit, closing in around them like the jaws of a trap that had just snapped shut. The room grew dimmer, the only light now a sickly glow from the bedside lamp that cast elongated shadows across the floor.
The 14-year-old boy places his phone in his pocket and formed a semi-circle around Jaden with the blonde-haired twins, his grin turning into a vicious smirk. "Alright, ya pedo," the eldest Boebert sneered, "it's time fo-wah ya to show us what ya've got." He gestured to Jaden's crotch with a smug grin. "Take it out!"
The biracial 19-year-old looked up at the looming figures for a moment, and then reluctantly (and excitedly) pulls down his shorts, his own erection springing free, smaller but equally as firm as theirs, the soft, curling hairs that surrounded it. The tip glistens with clear pre-cum.
"Is that all ya've got, Jaden?" Mitchell scorn, his tone filled with disdain and amusement. His brothers behind him snickered with cruelty. "A little thin' lak that couldn't satisfy any of us."
Jaden isn't surprised that this would be their reaction, but it still hurt his pride to hear it. He remains stoic, trying to keep his face from showing signs of insecurity. He had to play along if he wanted to keep his secret hidden from the world.
Ethan took a step closer to Jaden, his pasty hand sliding down to palm the bulge in his tight jeans, stroking it slowly as he leered down at the 19-year-old. "Look at ya," he taunted, "ya're just beggin' fo-wah it, aren't ya?" His eyes narrowed with a wicked glee, watching the way Jaden's cock twitched in response to his cruel teasing. "Ya're so fuckin' hard just from lookin' at us, ya sick faggot. Ya caint even hide it now."
"Well you little fuckers are no better either," Jaden shot back. "The way y'all casually pulled down your pants earlier outside and making sexual remarks at me."
Mitchell leaned against the bedpost, the western belt buckle still clutched in hand. "Okay... we're all a bunch of sickos here, I'll admit." he said. "But at least ya know what ya are, Jaden. And ya're also ow-wah lil' bitch now."
Ugh, this is gonna be a long ass summer... Jaden thought with a defeated sigh, but he had made his choice, and now he had to face the consequences.
Mitchell took a moment to savor the power he held over Jaden, the blue orbs in his eyes dancing with sadistic delight. With a dramatic flair, he yanked off his black flexfit cap, revealing a wild nest of brown hair that almost matched the tanned skin of his muscular arms. His red polo shirt, still a bit wet from Jaden spraying him with the hose earlier, followed, discarded on the floor like a challenge to the very air itself. The silver chain necklace remained, nestled against his chest, a silent declaration of his dominance.
The young teen's chest, with developed lean muscles that had been honed through years of roughhousing and manual labor, rose and fell with deep breaths. His stomach was a tight, taut plane of youthful skin, unblemished by the cares of the world, with an outie bellybutton that stood out like a tiny beacon of innocence amidst the growing sea of darkness that surrounded them. It was the only reminder of the boy he still was, even as he wielded the power of a predator over Jaden. The trail of brown hairs that led from his bellybutton to the waistband of his jeans appear even more pronounced. His arms, strong and muscular, flexed with each movement, the veins standing out like tiny rivers of power that coursed with every beat of his heart.
Immediately Jaden can feel a twinge of attraction, despite the terror and ire that boiled within him, as he took in the sight of Mitchell's bare chest, his eyes lingering on the taut abs that flexed and rippled with every breath the teen took.
It's not just the Wilson teen intrigued by this, Cameron also couldn't help but feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he couldn't tear his gaze from Mitchell's bare chest, his brown eyes tracing the contours of the 14-year-old's defined abs with a hunger that went beyond the lunch he'd stolen from Jaden. He licked his lips, the grease from the melted cheese mixing with the anticipation that painted his features. His own pants grew tight around his waist, the outline of his growing erection clearly visible through the fabric. Despite his own nascent power, the boy with a buzzcut couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire for his oldest brother, the maliciousness in his gaze tempered by the heat of burgeoning lust.
As the tension in the room thickened, so did the outline of the youngest Boebert's own arousal, pressing against the confines of his jeans. The nose-picking brat began to subtly adjust himself, his pasty fingers tracing the length of his burgeoning erection through the fabric. The unspoken incestuous longing between the brothers was as palpable as the humid Texas air that clung to their skin.
Mitchell took his shameless show of power a step further. He began to slowly rub his palms over his bare chest, his thumbs teasing his nipples into hardened peaks. The fabric of his tight briefs grew wet with pre-cum, the outline of his massive erection leaving no doubt as to his excitement. "Mm, ya're just eatin' this up, aren't ya?" he mocked. "Looks lak ow-wah little garden boy he-yah caint resist a taste of some fresh young meat." He enjoyed seeing how Jaden's eyes remained glued to the show, his own body responding involuntarily to the sight of the teen's bare torso.
Mitchell's smirk then grew into a wicked grin as he pointed at the floor. "Get on ya knees, boy," he commanded. "Let's see ya worship what ya've been starin' at."
Jaden's breath caught in his throat as he reluctantly obeyed, his knees hitting the carpet with a soft thud. The scent of the teen's arousal was already filling his nostrils. He tentatively reached out, his hand hovering over one of Mitchell's nipples, the flesh hot and firm beneath his fingertips.
With a sneer, Mitchell grabbed a fistful of Jaden's curly hair, forcing his head closer. "Lick 'em," he demanded, the sadistic glint in his eyes leaving no room for argument. "Show us how much ya want this."
Jaden's tongue flicked out, tentatively tracing Mitchell's pink erect nipple, his mouth watering despite the fear that held him captive. The saltiness of the teen's skin mingled with the sweetness of sweat as he obeyed the humiliating command.
Ethan and Evan watched the obscene display with amazement and amusement, their snickers bouncing off the walls of the small room. They whispered to each other, their eyes wide with the thrill of witnessing their neighbor's dark secret unfold before them.
Seconds later, Mitchell had hatched another idea... a very stinky one, I'll tell you that.
He pulled his arms back, exposing his sweat-soaked pits to Jaden's horrified gaze. The aroma of unwashed teenage masculinity was released into the air like a foul perfume, so much so that Jaden had to fight the urge to gag. "Now, if ya're gonna be ow-wah bitch, ya gotta start with the basics," he announced. "Lick 'em clean, Jaden. 'n remember, aah haven't washed 'em en days." The cruel twinkle in his eyes suggested he was enjoying this far more than he should.
Nausea bubbled in Jaden's throat at the thought of what he was about to do, but the fear of his secret being exposed was a more powerful force. He leaned in, his tongue tentatively dampening the hair and tasting the salty maleness of Mitchell's armpit. The scent of an unwashed teenage boy filled his nostrils, a heady musk that seemed to intoxicate him despite his better judgement. His own cock pulse pulsed in time with his heartbeat, trapped between the thighs that were clenched in an effort to hide his growing excitement.
As he continued to lick, the taste grew on him, a forbidden flavor that seemed to unlock something deep within his soul. What the hell am I doing? he thought. This is disgusting and unnatural on so many levels! But why...? Why am I... liking this? Like a sick, depraved pervert? Why am I finding his rotten armpit smell and the taste of his salty skin so... intoxicating?
Ethan and Evan couldn't hold back their laughter any longer as they watched Jaden's tongue dart in and out of Mitchell's armpit, his expression a twisted mix of horror and excitement.
"Oh mah god, ya're such a fuckin' pig!" Ethan squealed, his own cock straining against his pants. "Gettin' off own ow-wah brother's stink!"
Mitchell chuckled, his grip on Jaden's hair tightening as the biracial teen's face grew redder. "Keep goin', boy," he whispered with sinister satisfaction. "Lick it up, beh-cuz we're just gettin' started. Ya wanna be a pedophile? Then ya're gonna act lak one."
The four brothers have a feeling that this was going to be the best summer yet, with their neighbor's secret in their pocket and his desperation laid bare before them.
With a cruel smirk, Mitchell released Jaden's hair, giving his head a little shove to the side. "Now fo-wah the other one," he ordered, presenting his other armpit with a flourish.
Jaden's eyes never left the younger teen's smug face, the weight of his humiliation heavy on his shoulders as he leaned in to obey. His tongue tentatively met the rough, salty flesh of the other pit, the musky scent of Mitchell's body enveloping him, making him feel as if he was in a trance.
"Mmm, that's right, ya pervert. Taste the salt of mah manhood," Mitchell goaded. Jaden couldn't believe this was his new reality, that he was actually getting off on the taste of this brat's sweat. "How does it feel, Jaden?" the Southern-accent teen sneered, "To be kneelin' at the altar of Boebert masculinity?"
Like hell I would, Jaden grumbled in his thoughts, his teeth clenched in a silent scream of humiliation.
"Say it," Mitchell demanded, grabbing onto the young man's curly hair again. "Tell us how much ya love the smell of a real man."
Jaden's eyes searched for any shred of dignity he had left, but found only the carpeted floor staring back at him. "I... I don't," he whispered hoarsely, lying.
Mitchell's grin grew, the victory in his eyes stark as day. "Yeah ya do. Ya're such a spineless little slut," he insulted. "Reckon ya're beggin' fo-wah more inside yer mind. Tell 'em, Jaden. Tell 'em how much ya love the taste of mah sweat, mah pow-ah ovah ya."
With a final, desperate attempt at defiance, Jaden clamped his mouth shut, his eyes flashing up to meet Mitchell's. But the 14-year-old was unfazed, his grip on Jaden's hair tightening. "Yer gonna tell 'em," he hissed, "or aah'll make sure this video goes viral own Facebook. 'n then everyone, including ow-wah Pa, will know just how much of a disgusting, sick pervert ya really are."
The words hung in the air like a noose, tightening around Jaden's neck. With a resigned sigh, his eyes closed as he whispered, "I love the taste of your sweat." The words were barely audible, but the Boebert brothers heard them loud and clear.
He'd given in, and now he was theirs to command, to use as they saw fit. The battle was lost, and the war had only just begun.
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To Be Continued!
Chapter 3: Surrender and Submit
Chapter Text
The Brats from Nextdoor
By: Spectrotica247
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Summary:
19-year-old Jaden Wilson's peaceful time in his backyard garden was ruined once again by the Boebert brothers, a group of four Southern-accent boys who enjoy bullying and degrading him with his secret that he doesn't want the world to know about: his sexual attraction to young boys.
Chapter Three - "Surrender and Submit"
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Mitchell's grip on Jaden's hair loosened slightly, his chest heaving with each breathy laugh that filled the room. "Attaboy," he grinned wickedly. "Now, unbuckle mah belt 'n show us what a good little bitch ya are."
Jaden's hands moved of their own accord, fumbling with the thick leather belt that held the other boy's pants in place. The buckle clanked open and he slowly pulled the strap from the pants loops with an ominous hiss, feeling the heavy weight of his fate settle onto his shoulders. His fingers ghosted over the button and zipper of Mitchell's tight jeans, and with a tremulous breath, he managed to pull the denim down, revealing the white boxers beneath, concealing the unyielding bulk of a monstrous cock that awaited him.
In that brief moment, Jaden paused, lost in his thoughts filled with confusion and self-loathing. What have I become? I should be arrested for this. he thought to himself, staring at the taut material that contained Mitchell's arousal.
Mitchell's smug expression began to waver, his patience wearing as thin as the fabric of his boxers. "Well, what're ya waitin' for!?" he barked, the veins in his neck bulging. "Pull down mah boxers, boy. We know ya want it."
Jaden's hand quickly made contact with the waistband of Mitchell's boxers, not wanting to piss the boy off, and with a final burst of courage, he tugged them down, revealing the monstrous cock that had been taunting him through the fabric. The moment the boxers hit the floor, the 14-year-old's swollen member sprang free, knocking Jaden off his knees with a force that sent him sprawling on the ground. The pre-cum shot forth like a geyser, arcing through the air and landing in a hot, sticky splatter across his face. The twins' snickers grew into full-blown laughter as they watched the biracial teen's shocked expression, their own cocks painfully throbbing in their jeans.
Mitchell's cock was indeed a monster, a thick column of underage vigor that seemed to pulse with power. It was the size of a small baseball bat, with a mushroom head a deep shade of purple. The head was a deep shade of purple, the shaft adorned with a forest of brunet hair that matched the mop on his head. The pre-cum was dripping from the meatus opening like a leaking faucet.
Jaden stared up at it with disbelief and unwelcome arousal. Holy fuck, He thought to himself. How can it be possible for a motherfucking kid like him who's five years younger than me to be able to pack a monster this damn huge, surpassing the average size of an adult?
"Now that's a real cock-hungry faggot," Ethan chuckled, his own hand snaking down to give his own erection a squeeze. "How does it feel to finally git what ya want?"
Jaden furrowed his eyebrows, mad as hell, as he wiped the sticky fluid from his face. "No!" he angrily retorted, glaring at the towering erection above him. "This isn't what I want," But the lie tasted bitter on his tongue.
Mitchell teasingly sways his pre-cum-covered cock back and forth in front of Jaden's face, letting out a low chuckle. "Yer lyin', Jaden," he drawled in his heavy Southern accent, allowing another bead of pre-cum to form and fall, landing on the young artist's cheek like a warm raindrop. "It ain't gonna work anymore. We all know ya love it, cuz yer a pedophile. Can't hide those hungry eyes. This is what ya want. To have mah big ol' cock down ya throat, stretchin' ya wide."
The eldest Boebert boy bucks his hips forward with his hands on his hips, his swollen cock head mere inches from Jaden's tightly closed mouth. "Start lickin' own that shit," he growled, the command laced with a hint of glee. "Or should I tell Cameron to upload ow-wah lil' video to the internet? Picture how quick everybody in town would know what a doggone cock slut ya are fo-wah a young boy's cock."
The biracial teen knew the threat ain't no lie: his dark secret being broadcasted for all in their small Texas community to see. He wanted NONE of that.
Fuck you, Mitchell! He mentally growled as he reluctantly parted his lips and stuck out his tongue, the salty-sweetness of Mitchell's pre-cum coating it as he swiped the bead into his mouth. He closed his eyes, the sweet and sour taste of the 14-year-old's essence dancing on his tongue.
The twins, Ethan and Evan, couldn't contain their snickers any longer. They burst out laughing with pure, unbridled malice. "Oh shit, he's really doin' it!" Evan cackled, slapping a hand over his mouth to stifle the sound.
They then looked at the curly-haired young man's exposed small penis was throbbing like a sore thumb, craving for anyone to give it the same attention he was giving Mitchell's. "Look at that pathetic little pecker," Cameron cackled with contempt, chewing on the pizza crust. "What a fuckin' disgrace of a man ya are. A disgustin' cock-cravin' degenerate."
Mitchell's smug remained plastered on his sexy yet arrogant face, watching his biracial neighbor's defeat play out, his own cock swelling with the power he wielded over the older boy. "Wow, ya've gotten so hard from tasting mah cum, huh ya whore? Ya're really that much of a wussy faggot who's into little boys."
"I'M NOT A WHORE!" Jaden snapped suddenly, making the four Caucasian boys jump a little. "I still like GIRLS!"
His words were a desperate attempt to cling to a shred of his shattered dignity, a declaration of his heterosexuality that was as futile as it was earnest. But the lie felt thick in his mouth, a feeble defense against the truth that seemed to pulse with every beat of his traitorous heart.
Mitchell looked at him with a typical arrogant look, "Are ya just sayin' that to save face, Jaden? Cuz we've got all the evidence we need that ya're into little boys with big dicks. Ya caint hide from it no mo', boy. Yer desires are as clear as day. And even if ya do have a girlfriend, I doubt ya know how to treat her like we treat ow-wah hot bitches. That little pecker of yers is too small to dominate anyone. And it's even more sad that a grown man lak ya is outclassed by kids like us."
The mention of 'girlfriend' brought back a flood of painful memories for Jaden. The look of disappointment and disgust on Naomi's face when she saw his naked body for the first time, the way she'd laughed and called him "small" before storming out, leaving him feeling like less of a man than ever before. The echoes of her cruelty resonated in Mitchell's taunts, each syllable a dagger in his soul. The Boebert brothers had hit a nerve, uncovered the raw, unhealed wound of his own inadequacy. And as much as he hated to admit it, the sight of Mitchell's thick, pulsing erection made him feel even smaller, more insignificant than ever.
The 14-year-old then steps back, gesturing to Ethan and Evan. "C'mon, ya two. Show him what y'all think of his pitiful little cock," he said.
The twins stepped forward eagerly and leaned over Jaden. They began to spit on his cock, the saliva dripping from their lips to land on the shaft with wet smacks.
"Ya lake tastin' ow-wah big brother's juices, don't 'cha?" Ethan gave him a merciless grin. "It's the taste of yer own downfall."
Evan chimed in, "Maybe ya should thank us for helpin' ya out. Consider us helpin' ya find yer true callin'."
The 13-year-old blonde twins continued to spit on Jaden's cock out of pure spite, their saliva combining with his pre-cum in a disgusting display of dominance. It was as if they were chewing on tobacco, their spittle flying with the same ease and frequency as they'd chew and spit in their backyard. While so, they were calling him every cruel, dehumanizing name they could think of.
"Fuckin' cock-whore," Ethan spat.
"Little boy-cravin' bitch," Evan added with a snicker.
Mitchell retains his focus on Jaden's humiliation with a sadistic smile with the satisfaction of a cat playing with a trapped mouse, his hand absently playing with his outie bellybutton, as if the act of mockery was as natural as breathing to him. He drawled, "Now that's what I call a good neighbor, takin' one for the team."
"Please," Jaden whispered, the word a barely audible breath that seemed to hang in the air. "Please..."
"Please what?" Mitchell asked, his voice filled with mockery. "Please keep spittin' on ya?"
Jaden hated making himself look weak in front of his underage bullies. "No," he shook his head, trying to regain some semblance of control. "Just... stop."
"Heh, looks like the little cock slut's beggin' for mercy," Ethan turned to his oldest brother, pointing his thumb at their surrendered victim.
"Mercy?" Mitchell scoffed, looking down at Jaden. "Ya think ya deserve mercy after we'd just found out what ya did? Nah, ya're gonna pay for it all right." He returns his attention to the twins, nodding towards Jaden's erect cock, which is glistening with their saliva. "Keep spittin', boys," he instructed them, not an ounce of remorse in his voice that's so cold and hard as the steel of a gun barrel.
The twins obeyed with glee, and just like that, more droplets of their nasty saliva continued to fall, a relentless assault on Jaden's senses that seemed to break (and build) him in their twisted game.
The youngest of the four meanwhile watches the obscene show play in front of him as he took a bite of the stolen pizza, chewing thoughtfully as he watched the scene unfold before him. A devilish glint entered his eyes as he swallowed his mouthful, a plan forming in the recesses of his cunning mind.
"Hey, can I play too?" he asked with a sly smile, holding up his slice as if it were a trophy. "I wanna see if I can hit that tiny pecker of his from he-yah."
The other brothers chuckled, amused by Cameron's audacity. "Go ahead, lil' bro," Mitchell said, stepping aside to give him a clear shot.
Cameron leaned back on the desk chair and took a moment to snort in the depths of his nostrils, amassing a healthy glob of mucus in his mouth from his nose. The bubble of spit at the back of his tongue grew larger and more grotesque until it was the size of a marble. In one swift motion, he launched the vile spit-wad with the precision of a seasoned baseball pitcher, the slimy blob of phlegm and saliva arching through the air like a projectile.
But instead of landing on Jaden's cock like the brothers thought, it instead splattered squarely onto his nose and cheek before dripping down his neck... and it was done on purpose.
Immediately, the room begin to erupt in a chorus of approving hoots and hollers from the brothers, while the biracial teen looked as if he'd witnessed a zombie emerging from the ground then recoiled in disgust, his hand instinctively shooting to his face to wipe away the nasty substance. The cold, slimy feeling of the mucus sent a wave of revulsion through him, but it was the victory in Cameron's brown eyes that stung the most.
"Whoa shit, Cammy!" Ethan exclaimed, guffawing so hard his whole body shook. "Ya really got 'im good! All snotty and shit!"
"Fuckin' nailed it," Evan agreed, slapping his knee. "That look own his face was priceless."
Mitchell's chuckles deepened. "Looks lak ow-wah lil' snot rocket's got some serious aim." he grinned at Cameron, slapping him on the back. "Nice shot."
"Y-YOU DISGUSTING LITTLE FUCKER!" Jaden roared. He was seething with absolute rage as he wiped away the spit-laden booger from his skin.
"Oh, what's wrong? Did I hit a nerve, cocksucker?" Cameron responded with a snarky gap-toothed smile as he watched Jaden's discomfort. "Caint handle a lil' bit of brotherly love from one of yer favorite neighbors?"
"Brotherly lo... HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU CALL THIS 'BROTHERLY LOVE'? ALL THIS SHIT YOU'RE MAKING ME ENDURE IS FAR FROM IT!" He staggered to his feet, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at Cameron. "You're all just a bunch of fucking psychotic perverted bullies who get off on hurting people! I SERIOUSLY want to beat all you little-"
The words died in Jaden's throat as Ethan and Evan, with surprising strength for their age, shoved him back down onto the cold tile floor. "Man, what a fuckin' sissy," Ethan snickered. "Caint even take a lil' spit to the face."
Mitchell, his sadistic smile never faltering, reached down and grabbed the phone that lay forgotten beside his discarded jeans. He held it up, the screen displaying the incriminating video they had recorded of him masturbating just moments before. The footage was a damning testament to their power over him, a weapon they were all too eager to wield.
"Now, now," he tsked, "Let's not go gettin' all feisty, Jaden. Remember, this lil' baby right he-yah is ow-wah ticket to fame. Or, ya know, yer ticket to bein' the town's number one cock-lovin' joke. And trust me, nobody wants that."
His chilling promise really put out the flames. The biracial teen felt his resolve crumble like the crumbling cookie crumbs scattered across the floor. He was at their mercy, a pawn in their twisted game of dominance. He had no other choice. With a resigned sigh, Jaden slumped back onto the floor, his shoulders dropping in defeat. The anger in his eyes slowly faded into a cold, dead stare. "Fine!" he grumbled.
Mitchell's face beamed, like he'd just won the lottery, then put the phone down on the desk. "Ah, that's mah boy," he said with a chuckle, patting Jaden's head like a pet. "Now, let's get to the good part, shall we?"
The 14-year-old brunet's face then hardened when he yanked the young adult up by the hair, forcing him to sit upright. "Since ya laked the taste of mah pre-cum so much," he leered, "I reckon I've got somethin' extra special for ya." Without another word, he positioned his thick, veiny cock in front of Jaden's face. "Open up yer mouth, slut," he barked.
"Hell yeah. Do it, Mitchell," Ethan urged, "Teach 'im a real lesson."
Jaden's eyes widened in horror, but he knew better than to fight back. He parted his lips, bracing himself for the worst. And it came, in a hot, stinging stream that filled his mouth and nose, the acrid scent of urine invading his nostrils. His body tensed as he fought the instinct to gag, his vision went blurry as he stared up at the grinning face of his tormentor.
The Wilson teen has heard whispers from some 9th grade students who graduated from the same middle school the Boebert boys attended about their past exploits. They had a twisted sense of pranks for fun, often peeing on their classmates' backpacks, bikes, heck even in their drinks, claiming it was just "boys being boys". But this... this was a whole new level of depravity, one that Jaden never thought he would experience.
The twins watched with their hands at their side and the nails on their thumbs visible. Ethan's thumb nail was bitten down to the quick, a testament to his anxiety over the years, while Evan's thumb nail was long and sharp, a tool for tormenting insects and now, apparently, people. They've always been the more hands-on of the brothers when it came to bullying. They'd pinch, poke, and prod at their victims, taking pleasure in the pain they caused.
Now, as they watched Jaden's face contort in disgust at their brother's strong, relentless hot stream of hot bladder filling his open mouth, their thumbs were flexing and tightening into their fists, as if they're eager to get involved, to add their own brand of sadism to the mix. But it was Mitchell who held the reins in this twisted rodeo. He was the mastermind, the one who orchestrated the humiliation, the one who reveled in the fear in Jaden's eyes.
The biracial teen's cheeks bulged with the fluid while resisting the urge to vomit. He felt like a toilet, used and degraded by these four monsters who wormed their way into his life.
"That's what ya get fo-wah sprayin' us with that hose, faggot," Mitchell hissed. The stream of piss finally ceased, and Jaden's body now reeks of the stench of the teen's piss. "Now, swallow it down, and don't even think about spittin' it out. That's the taste of yer new reality,"
Evan leaned down, his Southern drawl laced with satisfaction as he whispered, "Payback's a bitch, ain't it, Jaden?".
Oh how Jaden WISHED he can turn to face that brat and spit the disgusting liquid out at his face, but he knew the consequences would be dire. Instead, he obeyed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he forced the urine down his throat. It was a bittersweet victory for Mitchell, as he watched Jaden's pride shatter like the glass of the window they'd shattered with their BB gun a few weeks ago.
Evan and his older twin high-fived each other with Grand Canyon-wide grins. "Good boy," Evan praised, his voice dripping with condescension. "Obeyin' yer new masters."
Jaden's blood broiled at the words 'new masters'. His teeth grinded so hard it's a miracle they didn't shatter. He hated the idea of being controlled by anyone, let alone these four young hooligans. He knew he doesn't want this to continue, but how could he fight back against the Boebert brothers' twisted games? They're hanging my future by a thread, forcing me to be their own little fuck toy.
With a smirk that could cut glass, Mitchell stepped back and toed off his brown country shoes, one after the other. He peeled down his blue jeans with deliberate slowness, revealing his thick, muscular legs and the massive erection that stood at attention. His cock was still slick with pre-cum and urine as he kicked his pants aside, leaving him fully naked with only his chain necklace on before the object of his amusement.
He began to stroke his length, the action deliberately lewd and taunting. "Alright, cocksucker," he began with a sneer, "if ya wanna suck mah cock, ya gotta start with the appetizer." He grabbed his sack with his other hand, giving his balls a gentle squeeze, the skin tightening around them. "Lick 'em clean, real nice and slow," he commanded. "Show meh how much ya love the taste of a real man."
The other three boys watched with undisguised glee as their bulges in their belted pants looked as if they would pop open their fly at any minute. The sight of their new plaything, their nextdoor neighbor, being so utterly degraded was like watching the best kind of porn, the kind they had no idea was right outside their window.
As much as he wanted to resist, the allure of Mitchell's cock was like a magnetic force, pulling him closer to the edge of his own destruction. The Wilson teen's fingers were stiff with fright as he inclined, his tongue tentatively touching the salty flesh of the 14-year-old's balls, the taste of piss still lingering in his mouth.
Never did he think that this day would come. Him, Jaden Samuel Wilson, licking the ball sack of another guy.
Not just any guy...
A boy! A MINOR! A freaking CHILD who's 5 years YOUNGER than him!
His thoughts swirled in a maelstrom of confusion and revulsion, the taste of urine and sweat mingling with the salty tang of pre-adolescent skin.
This is wrong and very illegal, but what choice do I have? he thought, resigning himself to the fate the Boebert brothers had cruelly crafted for him. He knew deep down that this was only the beginning.
Jaden's warm tongue continued to dance around Mitchell's sack, his mouth forced to accept the bitter taste of humiliation and male arousal. The 13-year-old Boebert twins watched the degrading scene with undivided attention as they unbuckled their belts and unbuttoned their pants, revealing their own giant swollen members. They stroked themselves in unison, the sound of their palms gliding over their shafts like a pair of snakes slithering in the dirt.
The youngest Boebert brother at 12, while watching with gleeful anticipation, mimicked their actions. He unbuckled his belt and slid his hands down the zipper of his tight blue jeans. With a wicked grin, he pulled out his own prepubescent yet alarmingly large cock, the head glistening with pre-cum. "Not missin' out own the fun," he chuckled.
Mitchell's sapphire orbs narrowed with excitement as he watched Jaden's tongue reluctantly clean his balls, the power in his grip tightening as the biracial teen's saliva began to mix with the pungent scent of his early release. "That's right, ya pedo. Lick it lak a weak little bitch ya are," he taunted, his own stroking growing faster.
"Yeah, what he said," Ethan goaded.
"Ya know what comes next, don't ya?" Mitchell prompted.
The Wilson teen seen too many dominating shotacon fictional comics to know what he's talking about. Beads of sweat formed in his head, not from the summer heat, but knowing that the worst was yet to come.
With a sadistic smirk, Mitchell steps back again and lowers his cock, the engorged head now just inches from Jaden's face. His thumb guided the pre-cum coated tip to Jaden's quivering lips. "Alright, Jaden," he drawled, "time fo-wah the main course. Open wide 'n suck it lak it's yer favorite lollipop."
"The whole thing? N-No... please don't make me do this," Jaden's eyes met Mitchell's, a silent plea for mercy reflected in the deep pools of brown. But mercy was not on the menu for today. The eldest Boebert brother pushed his cock against Jaden's closed mouth, the blunt tip parting his lips with ease. Ethan and Evan, deciding to lend their big brother a helping hand, stepped closer to Jaden, their own erections jutting out from their open flys.
"Come on, Jaden," the older twin hissed. "Ya know ya want it. Open yer mouth 'n suck the fuck outta that big, juicy cock. I bet ya wanna slurp down his cum lak it's a Go-Gurt snack."
Evan added a whisper to Jaden's ear, "We always knew yer a filthy boy-lovin' pedo even be-fo-wah we found yer drawin's, faggot. The way ya've bin' eyein' us en ow-wah drawers lak a hungry wolf almost nonstop since the moment you 'n yer folks first visited us gives it away. Ya reckon we didn't notice that? Well ya're 'unna love what we're gonna do. Ya've always had a thin' fo-wah young boys, haven't ya?"
The twins pushed him closer to Mitchell's demanding erection. The pressure from their fingers was unrelenting, a silent message that there was no escape from this twisted reality.
Mitchell smirked down at the biracial teen, the tip of his cock teasing the edge of Jaden's mouth. "Ya don't want to disappoint us, do ya?" he questioned, his grip on the brunet curls of Jaden's hair remained. "Don't think of us bein' mean or anythin'. Just think of it as us bein' men givin' ya what ya crave. After all, it's ow-wah gift fo-wah ya, so be grateful that we even let faggots lak ya touch us."
With a shuddering breath, he parted his lips and allowed Mitchell's cock to slide into his mouth. The taste of pre-cum and sweat filled his senses as the 14-year-old groaned with pleasure. The twins cheered, their own hands now joining their big brother's, forcing Jaden's head all the way further down on his dick.
The girth was too much for Jaden's mouth to handle, and he felt his throat constrict as he tried to take in the full length. His jaw was stretching to the point of breaking and he thought to himself; Ugh... it's like trying to shove a huge-ass watermelon in my mouth!, while gagging and drooling around the thick, pulsing monolith that was Mitchell's cock. The Boebert brothers of course don't care if they're hurting Jaden's jaw, they were too lost in their own world of explicit entertainment. Despite his revulsion, he couldn't deny the strange, twisted sense of pleasure that surged through him. He loved how unromantically raw and depraved this was.
"That's right, ya shrimp-dicked bitch, start suckin' own it," Ethan told him. "Don't ya dare stop, ya hear meh, slut? Suck own it lak ya mean it until ow-wah big brother Mitchell he-yah nuts down yer throat."
"'n don't even reckon about touchin' yer sorry excuse fo-wah a cock," Evan warned, his face mirroring the sinister look of his twin's. His hand slid down to cup Jaden's chin, his thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "This little thin' he-yah is ours now, faggot. If ya ever try to touch it without ow-wah say-so, or if ya even reckon about tellin' anyone 'bout this, as if they'll help a child-molestin' pedo lak ya, we'll upload that video so fast, ya'll be facedown in a jail cell before ya know it."
Cameron couldn't resist the urge to add his own twisted commentary as he dug his finger into his nostril, extracting a wet booger with a sickening squelch. "Hear that, Jaden?" he sneered, holding the offending digit up to Jaden's line of sight. "Ya're nothin' but ow-wah personal cum dumpster now. Don't go gettin' any fancy ideas 'bout sayin' no, or we'll make sure everyone sees what a sick fuck ya really are." The youngest Boebert brother licked his snot clean afterwards.
"Keep goin', slut," Evan hissed, "don't stop until he's empty 'n ya're swallowin' every drop of his cum."
Jaden's tongue continued to glide over Mitchell's cock, the metallic taste of pre-cum growing stronger with every stroke. He had to be honest, his taste buds were swimming with twisted fascination.
The eldest Boebert brother threw his head back, his eyes rolled back and squeezed shut as he inhaled sharply, a deep, husky moan rumbling from his chest like distant thunder, lost in the sensation of his 19-year-old neighbor's mouth around his cock. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, the muscles of his abdomen rippling with each breath he took. "Yeah," he panted, "just lak that, don't stop... Ooh~ I'm gonna fill ya up..."
The twins' grip grew more insistent, pushing Jaden's head down further until his nose was buried in the tangle of Mitchell's pubic hair. "This is what weak, tiny-dicked losers lak ya are made fo-wah." Evan whispered into Jaden's ear. "To serve alpha males lak us, to git us off when we say so."
Ethan leaned in from the other side of the older teen's face. "Ya're gonna worship all of ow-wah big meat, ya sick freak," he gloated, his sneaker teasingly scooping Jaden's ball sack. "Ya're gonna have every hole filled with ow-wah hot boy milk until ya're sore. 'n when we're done with ya, we're gonna make sure ya're so full of us that ya won't be able to walk straight fo-wah a week."
The fresh tears stung Jaden's eyes, but he didn't dare pull away, not with the knowledge that the slightest misstep could mean the end of his life as he knew it. He focused on the salty corn-like taste in his mouth, the taste of his own immoral desire, and the taste of the Boebert brothers' power.
Mitchell's hips began to buck his hips, thrusting his impressive teenage erection deeper into Jaden's mouth with an animalistic urgency, the precursor to his impending orgasm. The silver chain of his necklace bouncing off his chest with each powerful movement as he grunted with pleasure from feeling the warmth and wetness of Jaden's tongue against his shaft.
Meanwhile, the Wilson teen, feeling the pressure of the swollen head of Mitchell's cock against the back of his throat, knew what was expected of him. He braced himself, swirling his tongue around the sensitive tip as he felt the first pulse of hot, sticky semen fill his mouth.
Suddenly, the brown-haired Boebert boy's breath grew ragged, his animalistic grunts filling the room as he fucked Jaden's mouth with increasing ferocity. He was no longer able to contain the beast that had been unleashed by the younger man's skilled tongue.
Oh shit, shit, shit! Jaden's eyes went wide, knowing what this could mean. He's gonna do it... he's gonna do it in my mouth! I'm gonna taste his semon
"Ooh... Agh... F-fuck... Aaaah fuck, y'all, I-I'm so close. I think I'm gonna fucking nut!" Mitchell cursed with a growl. "Shit, I'm really gonna bust a nut!"
The twins focused their attention on Mitchell, eagerly waiting for his manhood to explode. "So are ya gonna blow that load en Jaden's mouth or what, bro?" Ethan asked him.
"We're all waitin' here," Evan chimed in, stroking himself faster with his free hand. "C'mon, don't hold out own us. Fill up that cock-slurpin' bitch with yer hot fluids, man,"
Mitchell, lost in the throes of his impending orgasm, barely heard the twins' words. The only thing that mattered was the warm, wet heat of Jaden's mouth surrounding his aching cock, the tightness of the younger man's throat as he took him in deeper and deeper. "Hah... hah... A-almost," he grunted an answer.
The twins exchanged glances, their excitement undeniable. "Better hurry up," Evan responded, "we wanna git ow-wah turns."
"C'mon, Jaden, milk him good," Evan demanded him. "Make sure ow-wah big brother gets off nice 'n hard."
With a wicked smirk, the blonde-haired twins pushed Jaden's head down even further onto Mitchell's erect member, causing the latter's eyes to be flooded with tears as he tried to accommodate the monstrous intrusion. The poor young adult's mouth was stretched wide, his cheeks bulging as he attempted to swallow the entire length, his tongue desperately trying to keep up with the relentless assault of pre-cum. The sound of gagging filled the room, punctuated by Mitchell's guttural grunts of pleasure.
"Come on, Mitchell," Evan's voice was a sultry drawl, "show Jaden he-yah what it's lak to be used lak the dirty little whore he is. Flood his mouth with yer boy juice. Make him swallow it all down lak the good little fag he is,"
Mitchell's eyes shot open, the intensity of the sensation too much to bear. "UUAAHH... AAAHHH... I'M GONNA... I'M GONNA-" His words trailed off as his body tensed, his cock pulsing in Jaden's mouth. "FUCK, I'M GONNA BLOW! OOOOAAAAAAHHHH!"
His body convulsed as he released 9 hot, thick ropes cum into Jaden's mouth, his juvenile orgasm seemingly never-ending. Jaden could do nothing but gag and swallow, his eyes watering from the sheer volume and force of the younger boy's seed. It filled his mouth, coating his tongue and throat, the salty, bitter garlic-like taste overwhelming his senses. Some of the cum escaped the corners of his lips, trickling down his chin, and the twins cackled with glee, watching the spectacle of their older brother's power and Jaden's submission, while Cameron, now finished with the stolen Papa John's pizza slices, plastered a grin on his dirty chubby face that was more malicious than the Cheshire Cat's.
As Mitchell's final spurt of cum shot down Jaden's throat, Cameron couldn't resist the urge to taunt the young adult further. "How does it feel, Jaden? To have a soon-to-be 9th grader's huge load shot down yer mouth?" he snickered with a sickening amusement of a school bully that would stick a nerd's head down the toilet. "Now, swallow it all down, nice 'n slow."
Jaden's throat muscles contracted as he forcefully swallowed the 14-year-old's slightly sour semen that tasted like garlic, his eyes watering and cheeks bulging with the effort. Meanwhile, Mitchell's chest heaved with the aftershocks of his powerful orgasm, his grip on Jaden's hair loosening slightly as his cock grew flaccid but still remained inside his neighbor's mouth, probably to make sure he won't spit any of the boy's semen.
The eldest Boebert's grin returned to his cocky face, stretched wider than before as he pulled his wet cock from Jaden's mouth. A gasp escape from the 19-year-old himself with a trail of his saliva, his balls slapping against his chin as he can breathe again. "Well now," Mitchell chuckled, "how do ya like the taste of mah nuts, Jaden? Ya reckon ya could get used to suckin' down a good ol' dose of Boebert boy juice?"
Jaden coughed, tears spilling from his dark brown eyes and cheeks flushed with tinted pink, the bitter taste of Mitchell's cum is something he's never gonna erase from his memory.
He couldn't believe he'd just been forced to do that... BY YOUNG BOYS!
... YOUNG MIDDLE SCHOOL BOYS!
And... he'd allowed himself to be used so degradingly.
Still heaving from orgasm, Mitchell bent down and slid his thumb over Jaden's cum-smeared lips with a sadistic smirk, collecting the excess saliva and smearing it over the young man's tan cheeks. "Hmph, looks lak ya've got the hang of it," he humped, "just like that pedo uncle of yers in the slammer. I betcha he'd be real proud of ya, swallowin' down a boy's nuts like it's the sweetest candy. Shame he ain't here to see ya servin' me and mah bros, huh?"
Jaden's face was blazing hot at the mention of his uncle Trevor, the very man whose actions had caused him to be ripped away from his childhood home, who's actions he tried to avoid repeating in real life. "Keep my fucking uncle out your damn mouth, you little shit," he snarled, swiping at the young bully's thumb with his hand.
The four Boebert brothers, unfazed by Jaden's outburst, shared a knowing look. It was clear that they had no intention of letting go of their newfound leverage anytime soon.
"Looks lak ow-wah big bro's done with his turn," Ethan said to his twin brother, then turns his attention back to their prey. "Now it's finally ow-wah turn."
They both stepped forward, the sound of their sneakers hitting the floor almost a taunt in themselves. With a swift tug, their pants and boxers dropped to their ankles, leaving them in nothing but their flannel shirts and head bandannas. Their cocks, already at half-mast from watching their brother claim Jaden's mouth, struck out like swords, demanding attention.
Evan suddenly came up with an idea and leaned into Ethan, whispering something into his ear with a wicked glint in his eye. Ethan's mouth dropped open in shock before he started laughing, slapping his knee with his hand. "Oh, that's a good one, Evan," he says, nodding eagerly. The twins' eyes then fell on Jaden, who was still trying to recover from the ordeal with Mitchell.
Oh fuck, what were those two just whispering about? What shit could they be planning now? Jaden thought, feeling a frantic gallop in his chest as the twins looked down at him with matching mischievous smiles.
Evan announced to Jaden, "Since ya've been such a good boy for Mitchell, swallowin' his whole load, we figured ya might be thirsty for more, huh, Jaden?"
Ethan nodded in agreement, stroking his exposed, semi-hard cock. "Yeah, we've got a little somethin' extra for ya," he said with a leer. "We noticed ya like the taste of boy juice, so we figured ya might also enjoy a golden shower, ya thirsty bitch."
"WHAT?!" Jaden was horrified by the sound of the mere suggestion of what was to come. "No... not again! You guys aren't gonna be pissing on me again!" His eyes darted between the twins, silently pleading for them to spare him the additional humiliation of a golden shower. But the Boebert brothers were not known for their mercy.
"Oh, don't be such a drama queen," Ethan mocked, rolling his eyes. "Ya looked lak ya liked it with Mitchell's dick en ya mouth. Why not a little piss to clean ya face fo-wah a new round?"
"Yeah, ya're practically beggin' for it, Jaden," Evan added, his own erection bobbing in agreement as if it has a mind of its own. "Lookit ya, all flushed 'n bothered. Didn't know ya had such a kinky side, huh?"
Jaden's eyes darted around the room, wanting so badly to escape, but with the boys threatening to unleash the video to the eyes of the town that are highly intolerable of his unnatural attraction, he knew he couldn't. "Please, no," he whimpered.
Ethan's cock brushes against Jaden's cheek. "Now, now," the blonde 13-year-old purred, "don't be impatient. The main event is just about to start."
With a wicked chuckle, Mitchell nodded his head in approval while crossing his arms. "Go ahead, twins. Show him what happens to sickos who mess with us Boebert boys."
Ethan and Evan took their cue, their grins widening into sinister smirks as they began to urinate, the hot streams of piss cascading down on Jaden from both sides. The salty scent filled the air, mixing with the lingering musk of their brother's cum as the young man's skin grew slick with their golden torrent.
"Ya lak that, ya fuckin' pedo!" Ethan teased. "This is what ya git fo-wah wantin' a taste of little boys!"
Evan joined in, "Yeah, drink it all up, Jaden. Show us ya're a good lil' faggot bitch and ya might just get some more!"
"No! I don't want more, this is fucking gross! I want you two to STOP IT!" is what Jaden wanted to scream at them. Their piss rained down onto his face, to his tan chest, and to his kneeling legs. But even so, Jaden's was loving this. His own cock twitched, a treacherous response to the depraved act being inflicted upon him. He bit his bottom lip, trying to stifle any sound of pleasure that might escape, but the twins noticed, their laughter growing even more raucous.
"Looks like ya're enjoying it, ya fuckin' wuss!" Ethan jeered, aiming his stream closer to Jaden's face.
"STOP! YOU'LL GET IT IN MY EYE!" Jaden yelled out in desperation, trying to turn his face away from the stinging streams of piss. But the twins, fueled by their newfound power over him, only found his protests amusing.
"Oh, the poor baby faggot's upset," Ethan taunted. "What's the matter? Don't ya lak the taste of victory?"
"Yer just a filthy, desperate slut who caint git enough," Evan added, his voice dripping with contempt as he continued to piss on Jaden's bowed head.
34 seconds later, their streams of piss tampered off to a trickle before stopping altogether. They shared a look of pure triumph, their cheeks red with exertion.
"Okay, looks lak ow-wah lil' garden gnome's clean enough for another round," Evan smirked.
"Alright you two," Mitchell nodded towards the bed. "Pin 'im down, face down, so we can all get a good look at that tight lil' ass of his."
The spiked blonde twins did as the brunet boy commanded, their young 13-year-old bodies moving with a synchronized grace. Ethan took hold of Jaden's left arm, Evan on the right, and together, they yanked him to the bed, the springs protesting with a squeal beneath the weight of their combined strength. The mattress sagged as they flipped him over, face down, his cheek pressed against the musty fabric.
They of course wouldn't hold back their mirth as they took in the sight of Jaden's backside, his ass cheeks splayed out before them like a delectable target. "Lookit that ass," Ethan snickered, smacking one of the limp mounds of flesh with a wet hand. "It's as flat as a pancake! What ya bin' doin', Jaden? Skippin' leg day at the gym?"
Evan joined in, his hand coming down with a firm slap on the other cheek. "Ya ain't got nothin' to show off, do ya?" he taunted, his own hand leaving a red hand print that stood out starkly against Jaden's tan skin.
Jaden winced, the sting of their slaps a painful reminder of his vulnerability. He tried to squirm away, but the twins held him firmly in place, their grips like iron manacles around his wrists. "Quit it, you two! Stop smacking my fucking ass!" he growled through gritted teeth, his pride stinging as much as his ass did.
But the brats refuse to listen, and their smacks only grow harder and more playful. "Look at 'im wiggle," Ethan snorted, "Maybe he does like it rough, after all."
Mitchell then looked over at the grinning Cameron, who had polished off the last of the stolen pizza slices with his chubby freckled cheeks smeared with grease and crumbs, then approached him. With a casual air, Mitchell reached out and grabbed Cameron's crotch, giving it a rough squeeze. "Looks lak someone's ready for their turn," he chuckled, then whispers to him, "What'd ya say, Cam? Ready to fill ow-wah pedo slave with yer baby batter?".
The little nose-picker's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, and he nodded vigorously. "You betcha, Mitchell!" he breathed, trying to sound tougher than his high-pitched voice allowed. "I wanna fill 'im up real good, show him what a real man's dick feels like!"
Mitchell grinned maliciously and opened Cameron's belt buckle, the metal snapping against the younger boy's pants. With a quick tug, he yanked down the zipper, freeing the monstrous cock that had been straining for release. It slapped against Cameron's stomach, thick and hard, and like the others', it was already wet with pre-cum dripping from Cameron's squeezes.
Mitchell took a moment to admire the 12-year-old's erection before wrapping his hand around it, stroking it with a casual ease that spoke volumes about the depth of their depravity. "Look at this," he taunted, "ow-wah baby bro's all grown up 'n ready to breed ow-wah neighborhood cocksucker."
"Yeah, ya hear that, Jaden?" Evan smirked, looking down at his pinned-down victim. "Cammy's gonna give yer ass a real workout!"
What!? That little nose-picker is gonna be touching my ass? Jaden thought with dread. Oh god, no! NO! Not him! He better not fucking touch my face with his disgusting booger-contaminated hands! He pleaded internally. Yet, as much as he fought it, his body remained stubbornly aroused. Ugh, what the fuck is wrong with me? I can't get off to this shit!
The truth is: he'd drawn countless images of young fictional boys indulging in their own brand of depravity – causally digging boogers out of their noses, licking each other's mucus off their fingers like they were the most delicious candy, even as they engaged in graphic sex acts that had earned him a devoted following from Pixiv's NSFW community.
But those were just drawings, safe within the confines of his own imagination.
This was reality, and he was about to be fucked by a real-life middle school boy who probably still had a collection of Pokémon cards and had never even had a sip of beer. He never thought those twisted fantasies would involve him so intimately, as he always drew a firm line in the sand, never letting his desires bleed into his real life.
The 12-year-old with a buzz-cut took his time approaching, his dull brown eyes locked on the prize of Jaden's bare ass. His right hand remained buried in his nose, digging with the fervor of a pirate hunting for treasure. He shuffled around to the left side of the bed where Jaden could see him, and planted his mud-caked, twisted x shoe onto the bed sheets, leaving a dirty imprint as he leaned over Jaden. He then withdrew his index finger, the gob of snot was a grotesque sight as it was hanging precariously from the tip. "Lookie here, Jaden," he cackled, holding his hand up for Jaden to see. "I got somethin' special fo-wah ya."
Jaden felt panic rising within him. "You fucking sicko!" he spat, trying to twist his head away. "I swear to God, if you make me eat that disgusting thing, I'll—"
"Oh, calm down," Cameron interrupted, his smirk widening as he waved his finger back and forth, the snot swinging like a macabre pendulum. "It's not fo-wah ya to eat, gremlin. But I got a better idea."
Jaden's heart raced with dread, his eyes flickering from the snot to Cameron's face, searching for any clue of what the twisted boy had planned. W-What does he mean? What 'better idea' does this nasty little runt have in mind? And what does this have to do with my as—... Oh no. NO! H-He's not thinking about—
"It's not fo-wah yer mouth. But…" The chubby-faced boy leans in and whispers, "yer ass will love it".
"WHAT!? NO! HELL FUCKING NO!" Jaden hollered as his eyes bulged with horror, immediately shaking his head. "You... you can't... This is seriously fucked-up, even for you, Cameron! I won't let you," he stuttered, his voice trembling.
The twins held him down even tighter as their oldest brother gloated while sinisterly flashing his pearly whites, "Ya have no choice, Jaden. Ya're gonna take it all. Every fuckin' bit of it no matter what."
Cameron waddled over to Jaden's exposed backside. The sight of the young man's tight hole, winking between his cheeks, brought a glint of impurity to his dull brown eyes. "Hold still, now," he hissed, the gob of snot still dangling from his fingertip.
"Please, Cameron, don't do this," Jaden begged. "I'll do anything, just... just don't..."
The youngest Boebert's smile grew even more twisted. "Oh, we know ya will, Jaden," he said, his voice a singsong taunt. "But first, ya've gotta learn ya place." He brought his hand closer, the snot now mere inches from Jaden's tight hole. "If ya don't want meh to shove mah snot down yer throat, ya'll lem-me do what aah want with that ass of yers."
The twins erupted into laughter, their grips tightening on Jaden's arms as they took in the sight of his horrified expression.
"Looks lak ya got a choice, Jaden," Ethan chortled. "Do ya prefer Cameron's home-made lube in yer ass or yer mouth?"
Jaden's stomach lurched. "Please," the biracial boy begged, his voice cracking with fear, teary eyed. "... I-I don't want this."
"Aw, c'mon, it'll be fun," Evan said with a sickening blend of sweetness and cruelty. "And if ya don't like it, we'll just let him feed ya his boogers. Maybe that'll make ya loosen up a bit."
"Don't worry," Cameron added, "it's all natural, organic. Ya know, lak the garden ya love so much. So what's it gonna be? Mah snot in yer ass, or in yer mouth?"
With a resigned whimper, Jaden's body went limp. He clenched his eyes shut, tears squeezing out from the corners, and whispered, "Fine... do it."
The older teen felt the twins' grips loosen slightly, and the mattress dip as Cameron positioned himself behind him. And just like that, the warm, slimy sensation of the snot made contact with his anus, causing him to flinch. The twins held his legs apart, their grins wide with demented glee as they watched their 12-year-old brother's sick play unfold.
With a sadistic chuckle, Cameron rubbed the snot around Jaden's tight opening, smearing it like war paint on a barbarian's body. The feeling was repulsive, yet somehow, it sent a jolt of unwelcome pleasure through him. He could feel his hole quiver in protest, yet his traitorous body was responding to the intrusion with an inexplicable arousal.
"P-please...," the curly-haired Wilson boy stammered, his voice trembling as his body is. "Just... just get it over with."
Cameron's snot-covered finger began to probe at Jaden's tight ass, the pressure increasing as he twisted and pushed.
Jaden gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the moan of disgust that bubbled up in his throat. The sensation was alien and immoral, however at the same time, his small cock begin to harden against the sheet even more.
"See?" Cameron said with a sneer. "It's not so bad, is it?" He added another finger, coating it in more snot before pushing it in alongside the first.
"Just relax, boy," Ethan whispered in his ear. "Let it happen."
Cameron then fires his thick glob of saliva from his mouth onto Jaden's already snot-slicked hole. The freshly warm spit trickled down the crack of his ass, mingling with the sticky mess already there. His finger plunged deeper, the knuckles of his hand now coated in the snot-saliva concoction as he worked Jaden's tight sphincter open with a twisted kind of tenderness.
Jaden's face was a contorted mask of revulsion and arousal, his cheeks flushed crimson red and his dark brown eyes screwed shut tight. Oh, god, he mentally croaked, trying to suppress the groan that bubbled up from his chest. This is absolutely SICK! But... damn... almost felt so fucking good. If he didn't think like that he wouldn't have given an involuntary arch of his back, pushing back against the intrusion.
As the snot-slicked digits of Cameron's hand delved deeper into his unwilling body, Jaden's mind came up with a disturbing question: was this the same degrading treatment the Boebert brothers had subjected the girls from their middle school to when they'd claimed to have had their way with them? The very thought of it made him feel even more soiled and used, yet his body continued to betray him with its unbidden reactions.
If that's the case, how the hell could ANYONE find this kind of humiliation and violation pleasurable?
He pondered, his thoughts racing through the horrors of what those poor girls must have endured. Or... maybe the snot-contaminated penetration is just for him as punishment?
Well anyways, the realization that his body was responding to Cameron's cruel ministrations only added to the swirl of emotions that threatened to drown him. He felt sick to his stomach while at the same time the inexplicable warmth was spreading through his groin, his cock growing harder with each disgusting thrust. G-God, this is so... so... wrong, he thought to himself with self-loathing.
Mitchell and the twins watched with eager anticipation, their own cocks hardening further at the sight of their neighbor's helplessness.
Ethan caresses Jaden's cheek with a dark chuckle, "Ya couldn't even resist that, huh? Ya lak havin' a little boy fingerin' deep en yer ass, somethin' a pedophile dreamed of havin', don't ya?"
Evan nodded in agreement, his own hand reaching out to stroke Jaden's thigh, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. "Don't even think 'bout lyin' this time, beh-cuz we already know ya do. It's written all ovah yer face,"
As Cameron's snotty fingers continued to probe deeper into Jaden's tight, clenching ass, he suddenly hit a spot that made the older boy's body spasm.
"AH SHIT!" Jaden lets out a sharp, shuddered gasp. It was as if a bolt of electricity had shot through him, his back arching and a strangled moan escaping his lips.
"Heh, looks lak I found it," Cameron snickered with a smug grin. "The boy-lovin' pedo has a sweet spot after all."
With a twist of his wrist, he began to rub that magical place, the prostate that lay nestled within, sending waves of unwanted pleasure crashing through Jaden's body. "Fuck... fuck... oh damn me!" His hips bucked against the intrusion, his cock growing harder by the second despite the revulsion that washed over him in waves. At least his parents aren't present at this time to hear what's going on in his bedroom, that would've been even more traumatizing. The last thing they need is another Uncle Trevor in their family.
"I bet that faggy cock of yers is gettin' all hard and eager, ain't it?" Ethan's hand reached down and wrapped around the curly-haired young man's erect penis, giving it a squeeze that was both cruel and tantalizing. "But ya're not gonna get off until we say so, ya hear?"
Jaden's body was a battleground of conflicting sensations, with the twins' sadistic ministrations bringing him to the brink of orgasm against his will. He clenched his fists, his fingernails digging into his palms, desperately trying to maintain a semblance of control. But as soon as Cameron's snotty fingers danced over his prostate and Ethan's cruel grip tightened around his cock, the lid was getting close to being blown off.
"Please," he panted a desperate plea, "just... fuck me already, Cameron."
Cameron's gap-toothed grin stretched wider from ear to ear as he withdrew his slimy fingers from Jaden's ass, leaving the older boy's hole gaping and desperate for relief. The twisted 12-year-old took his sweet time removing his mud-caked twisted x shoes. He stepped out of his pants with the grace of a snake shedding its old skin, revealing his own stiffened cock that stood tall and proud against his pale, bony thighs.
"Alright, pedo, ya asked fo-wah it," The boy with a buzz-cut sneered with sadistic delight. He lined up his own stiff member, coated with a sheen of pre-cum, with Jaden's vulnerable hole. "Now ya're gonna get it," he declared, and with that, the young Boebert pushed forward with a brutal force that made the older boy's eyes roll back into his head.
The pain was like nothing Jaden had ever experienced, a white-hot knife slicing through the core of his being as Cameron's giant youthful girth invaded his body. "AAAHH! HOLY FUCKING CHRIST!" He screamed, his voice hoarse from the earlier struggles and the shock of the sudden violation. His body tensed, trying to reject the unwelcome intrusion, but the twins' grip was like iron, holding him in place for their younger brother's amusement.
Tears began to stream down Jaden's cheeks, and it didn't take long for the Boebert brothers to notice. Fueled by their own heartless amusement, they jeered at his pain-filled cries.
"Look at the pedo cry," Mitchell pointed at him as he was approaching Jaden's side.
"Aw, poor baby," Evan cooed, his voice a mocking parody of comfort. "Ya lak that, don't ya? Havin' a real man's cock up yer ass."
"A-Aaahh... hah... f-fuck me~" the curly-haired artist tearfully begged, but not like this, not with a cock that felt like it was going to split him in two.
Mitchell's sapphire eyes were burning with sadistic pleasure as he watched Cameron claim his prize. "That's it, little bro," he coached, "Fuck that loser's ass lak it's the Fourth of July fireworks! Show him what we Boebert boys do to dirty pedos!"
Without needing to be told twice, Cameron began to thrust his cock into Jaden's tight ass with a sadistic fervor, each pumping a declaration of his dominance. "Bet ya lak to think of this as ya doin' it to some poor little boy," he derided with the satisfaction of corrupting his neighbor. "But look at ya' now, beggin' for a BOY to do it like a pathetic faggy little whore! Some man ya are,"
Jaden's moans were muffled by the ruffled bet sheets beneath his face as the pre-teen boy's hips slammed against his flesh, driving the thick member deeper with every thrust. The pain was a living, breathing entity, a beast that consumed him, with an addition of perverse pleasure that seemed to pulse through him with each brutal entry.
"N-no..." he choked out. "It's not like that..."
But the truth was, he didn't know anymore. His mind was filled to the brim with confusion and pain. The Boebert brothers had turned his sanctuary into a prison, his body into their plaything, and his soul into a battleground for their sick games.
"Shut up," Ethan growled and fired his spit onto Jaden's tear-stained cheek. "Ya're gonna tell us the truth now, pedo. Ya caint deny it anymore, so don't ya dare lie to us again."
Jaden felt the blonde boy's spit trickle down his neck, and his 19-year-old body responded with a shiver that had nothing to do with the fan standing on the other side of the bed. Despite his mind screaming for it to stop, his body seemed to crave the pain and the degradation, his cock swelling even further.
"Just relax 'n enjoy it, Jaden. This is what ya deserve, right? We're just a bunch of boys havin' fun, no one else needs to know." He can hear Evan seductively say. "If you just lay there and take it, we'll keep it between us. No one will ever find out about your sick desires. Just let go 'n be ow-wah good little faggy whore."
Through gritted teeth, Jaden responded, "Just... f-fuck... hah... j-just don't tell anyone. Not my parents, and... aahh... especially not your dad,"
"Don't worry, pedo," Mitchell said, "We'll keep yer little secret. After all, we wouldn't want to ruin yer 'good' name, would we?"
Jaden's body bounced with each brutal thrust from Cameron, his ass feeling as if it was on fire. Then the youngest boy's hand reared back, smacking down on Jaden's ass with a resounding 'crack' that echoed through the room. "Moan for me, ya boy-lovin' bitch," he commanded, "Tell meh ya lak it!"
With a tremble, the biracial boy forced out a moan, the sound a betrayal to his own dignity. "A-aah... yes... I-I like it so much..."
Satisfied with what he wanted to hear, Cameron's thrusts grew more erratic, the pre-cum leaking from Jaden's ass smearing across the bed as his body was used for their sick amusement.
It wasn't long before the room was a sweltering inferno. Cameron started to yank off his dark blue shirt, revealing a pale torso adorned with only his American cross necklace. It dangled between his collarbones, the silver glinting in the light.
Mitchell leaned back against the wall with one hand stroking his dick in a lazy, practiced rhythm. His blue eyes were written with perverted glee as he took in the sight of Jaden being dominated by his baby brother. "Look at ya, Cam," he gave a few nods of approval, "Gettin' that sweet pedo ass all filled up with yer dirty man meat. Makes meh proud, it does. Keep nailin' that perverted loser, lil' bro. Impregnate him with yer juices lak a champ."
The miasma of lust and depravity thicken the very air they breathed as Ethan's sadistic grin grew wider with a new idea taking shape in his twisted mind. He leaned in and whispered into Cameron's ear, causing the younger boy to pull out of Jaden's torn ass with a wet, sloppy sound. "Hey, Cam, let's see if this pedo can handle both mine and Evan's dicks in his mouth," Ethan suggested, licking his lips in anticipation. "If he can, we'll know he's a true slut."
Jaden's eyes widened in horror at the twins' suggestion, his blood now running cold. "W-what? You're... gonna make me suck... B-BOTH of your cocks?" he stuttered, the very thought making bile rise in his throat. "I-I don't think I can do that," he protested weakly, his jaw already sore from the earlier abuse.
Ethan's smile grew more twisted as he grabbed a fistful of Jaden's brunet curls, yanking his head back to expose his neck. "Oh, ya're gonna do it alright," he hissed, his breath hot against Jaden's ear. "Ya're our little slut now, ain't ya?"
Ugh, what is it you brats pulling my hair, like, several fucking times? It's as if y'all are trying to rip it off my scalp! Jaden thought with irritation. He was getting fed up with the way the Boebert boys kept pulling his hair.
Mitchell stepped forward, his own cock now standing at attention. "Ya're gonna take both of their cocks, Jaden," he announced with a smug grin, "'n if ya do exactly as we say, maybe we'll let ya cum."
The thought of such an abominable act made Jaden a bit nauseous, but the promise of having a sweet relief from the torment perpetrated by the kids he secretly lusted for was like a siren's call, luring him closer to the edge of oblivion.
Ethan and Evan released their grips on his legs, allowing him to turn over onto his back where he would stare up at the two blonde-haired 13 year olds. The idea that he'll soon be having both of their young, eager dicks in his mouth at once was a lot to handle, but the desperate need to climax overrode his self-preservation instincts. He used both hands and took Ethan's cock in one hand and Evan's in the other, stroking them both tentatively.
"Yeah, ya lak feelin' how hard ow-wah cocks are, don't ya?" Ethan huskily spoke, "But we ain't got all day, so open yer mouth, slut. Time fo-wah ya to earn that cum ya want so badly."
Jaden, feeling like he's no longer in control of himself, obeyed, opening his mouth as wide as it could go. He allowed Ethan's cock to push past them, and it felt like trying to swallow a baseball bat, but he had to admit, the taste wasn't as unpleasant as Mitchell's as he had imagined.
As he began to bob his head, taking Ethan deeper with every pass, Evan positioned himself alongside his twin. "Mah turn," he grinned, and Jaden had no choice but to open wider, allowing the second Boebert brother to fill his mouth as well.
Cameron lifted Jaden's legs over his bony shoulders with surprising strength for his age, the muscles in his arms straining as he lined up his cock once more with the slick, abused opening. Before Jaden could even whimper, he thrust back in, the pain was very intense as Jaden winced before relaxing. The twins began to fuck his face in tandem, their hands tangled in his hair as they forced him to take them deeper, their hips rocking in time with Cameron's brutal thrusts from behind.
The pressure built in his head, his cheeks were gaunt with each desperate suck and slurp, as the brothers took turns fucking his mouth, their pre-adolescent girth stretching his jaw to its limits. The salty tang of pre-cum filled his mouth, and he could feel the beginnings of their climaxes building, their cocks swelling and pulsing in his grip.
"How sad," Cameron once again makes fun of the Wilson teen with spiteful joy as his hips grow more vicious. "Thought ya had some kinda pow-ah ovah us with yer secret, huh? But ya're just a helpless little bitch fo-wah boy cock. Ya're so pathetic, takin' it from us lak this. Caint even fight back,"
"This is what ya get, ya creepy pedo," Mitchell added with an unfriendly sneer, his sapphire eyes flashing with anger. "Takin' pics of us without permission for yer sick little art projects. We ain't yer dolls to play with! But since ya lak us so much, ya can show us how much ya appreciate us by swallowin' every last drop of our cum."
Evan's eyes fluttered shut as he leaned his forehead against Ethan's, their breaths mingling in the tension-filled air above Jaden's face. "Oh man, It feels so... Oooohhh so good, Eth," he groaned, the pleasure of his cock rubbing against his twin's in the warm, wet cavern of their victim's mouth. "His tongue is like a little fuckin' snake, ain't it? Warm and wet... Lak it's made just for us."
The younger twin opened his eyes, looking down at the 19-year-old man's tear-stained face. "Look at him, man." he chuckled, "He's lovin' every second of it. Two real men sharing his mouth. Ain't nothin' lak it, is they-yur?"
They can feel their orgasms approaching, their hips thrusting in unison into Jaden's willing, yet quivering mouth.
Mitchell lazily stroked his thick erection, drawing out his own pleasure as he watched his brothers ravish their 19 year old neighbor. "It's lak ya'll are fuckin' each other," the brown-haired boy mused, "but even better, ain't it? 'cause ya got this he-yah pedo to do it fo-wah ya."
Despite the 14 year old's own impending climax, he didn't want to end the show just yet. The power dynamic was too delicious, too satisfying. "Keep suckin' 'em, Jaden," he urged, "don't stop until yer new masters bust a nut en yer filthy mouth."
"Goddamn, Jaden," Cameron drawled, his thrusts becoming more deliberate and savage, "Yer ass... Ooh... is tighter than the pussies of those slutty middle school bitches we been bustin' open!" The 12 year old's eyes narrowed with unromantic lust, the same look he'd wear when recounting his own sexual conquests to his friends. His snot ran freely from his nose, the excitement of corrupting the older boy only adding to his impure pleasure. "Bet ya liked it... hah... aw fuck... w-when we was talkin' 'bout how we were doin' it earlier, didn't ya?!"
Cameron drew nearer, his snot leaking from his nose before he sniffed it in. "I betcha ya're all jealous, ain't ya? Hearin' about us gettin' some pussy while ya sit he-yah with ya're cock all lonely 'n sad. Maybe ya're not just a pedo, but a virgin too! Or maybe ya're gettin' all hot and bothered thinkin' 'bout us doin' ya like we've done to those girls, huh?"
Even if his mouth isn't intruded by Ethan and Evan's cocks he didn't dare voice his defense. Jaden's thoughts strayed to Naomi, the only person he shared a romantic relationship with, a brief and bittersweet memory that seemed like a lifetime ago. He knew that if he dared to mention her, if he tried to defend himself with the shreds of a past relationship, they would only use it as more ammunition for their relentless barrage of insults. The very thought of their taunts about his small cock, Naomi's reason for leaving, was enough to keep his mouth shut and his eyes trained on the ceiling, just accepting two cocks filling his mouth and the one claiming his ass.
Jaden's small aching hard cock throbbed from the sight of the blonde-haired Boebert twins leaning on their foreheads, their cocks sliding in and out of his mouth in a rhythmic dance of depravity. He finds it incredibly hard for his arousal to not recognize the incestuous nature of their actions. The twins' reddened cocks grew even thicker as they were both approaching their climax, the veins pulsing with the promise of their imminent release, as they revealed in the power they held over him.
Ethan leaned in closer to Evan, his blue eyes sparkling with a twisted kind of affection as he whispered, "Mmmhh... Aw gawd... E-Evan, I'm... fuck yeah... I-I'm gonna blow mah load... en this fag's mouth, bro."
His younger twin's arms tightened around his shoulders in an eerie show of camaraderie. "Yeah, m-me too... Nnhhh... Gettin' close," Evan grunted lustfully in agreement. He leaned into Ethan's embrace, their bodies pressing against each other as they shared the sick joy of their conquest.
The eldest Boebert boy walks towards the bed, "Look at 'em, Jaden," he sneered, gesturing to Ethan and Evan. "They're gonna cum in ya mouth any second now. But if ya really wanna make it good for 'em, ya better start jackin' 'em off." He nodded at his brothers, whose cocks were still buried in their neighbor's mouth, with his tan cheeks bulging with their combined girth.
The biracial teen's eyes widened further as the realization of what was being asked of him sunk in. Using both hands again, he reached up and wrapped his fingers around Ethan's cock, his touch tentative and unsure. The younger boy's eyes snapped open, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he watched their neighbor's hand work his shaft. Evan's cock followed suit, Jaden's hand now a blur as it stroked both of their dicks in time with their thrusts.
Mitchell's sapphire eyes glinted with sadistic glee as he watched Jaden's mouth stretched to accommodate both of his brothers' thick, pre-adolescent cocks. His thumb slides repeatedly his own engorged tip, smearing the bead of pre-cum around the sensitive head. "That's it, twins," he urged, "Let it all out. Feed this pedo slut yer boy juice, drench him in it!"
"Haahh... HHHAAAAAHHH... AAAAHHH FUUUUCK!" Ethan exclaimed, his voice cracking with adolescent excitement as he felt the first hot spurt of cum shoot from his cock into Jaden's mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head, his body spasming as he leaned into his brother's embrace, their chests pressing together in a perverse display of brotherly bonding, their hearts beating against each other.
"Hah... haa...~ I-I'm cummin', bro," Evan's own orgasm followed closely behind, his cock pulsing as he too filled Jaden's mouth with his sticky white seed. "Shit, SHIT... AH SHIT! AAAAHHH MOTHERFUCKING SHIIIIIIIT!"
The taste of buttered cream corn filled the 19-year-old's mouth, a bizarre and unwelcome flavor that only added to his humiliation. His throat tightened as he tried to swallow, the sheer volume of the twins' cum threatening to overflow.
Panic began to well up inside Jaden as the twins' cum continued to flood his mouth, the salty, sticky fluid coating his tongue and the back of his throat. Oh my god... how much cum have they been carrying? Are they trying to kill me? I can't... swallow that much! Please... MAKE IT STOP! His eyes watered as he desperately pleaded with them in his mind, willing them to stop, but the brothers' grunts of pleasure grew louder, their hips jerking and thrusting in unison with their climaxes.
The biracial teen could feel their cocks pulsing with every shot they released their sons and daughters into his mouth, the sensation almost overwhelming as he struggled to keep up with swallowing it all.
Cameron, his own cock still buried deep in Jaden's ass, and wiped his snotty nose with the back of his hand, grinning wickedly. "Enjoyin' the taste, Jaden" he cackled, "Yeah, gulp all of their boy milk down ya throat. Bet ya never had a mouthful THAT big, huh? Maybe ya'd lak to try mine next, huh?"
"Fuck yeah, that's a great idea, Cameron!" Mitchell's voice was a mix of excitement and malicious intent. "Why don't ya stop 'n have a go at his mouth, huh? I wanna feel that tight hole around meh," he said, giving Jaden's ass a hard smack. "Ya can have the honor of fuckin' his face now," he told his younger brother, his eyes never leaving the quivering form beneath them.
The boy with a buzz-cut pulled out with a wet 'pop'. "Fine, but ya better make it worth it," he warned, lowering the teen's legs before stepping aside to give Mitchell room.
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To Be Continued!
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