by Kent the Writer
"OK everybody. Take five." Dennis would have heaved a sigh of relief at those words, but he was afraid to move. Even the tiniest movement brought him incredible pain. He felt the tears rolling down his cheeks cutting a line through the mud of his face. Five minutes to rest-he had better make the most of it. Unfortunately, he couldn't really move. Slowly, carefully, the little boy craned his neck to look behind him. He was lying on his stomach, and he had just enough strength to turn his head so that he could see his back and bottom. "Oh god," he whispered, and he began to involuntarily tremble at what he saw. He was dressed in a soccer uniform-for what reason, he had no idea. Dennis had never played soccer, but apparently the Audience Requests had asked him to be cast as a soccer player. He would have loved to play soccer, but as a career porn star at the tender age of 8, Dennis never really had the opportunity. He'd be "employed" by KP Studios for three years. And when you were working for KP Studios, you were on the clock pretty much 24/7. It was exhausting work, but like all KP Stars, Dennis was obligated by his contract. His was one of those awful "Recruitment Squad" contracts. But those were matters that little Dennis couldn't really wrap his brain around. Especially given his current situation. His little soccer shorts were yanked down around his ankles, and his muddy cleats and socks were still on. They had let him play a little bit with a soccer ball, just to get him muddy and for the opening shots. It was the most fun Dennis had had in a long, long time, but unfortunately it only lasted for about two minutes before they had enough footage. Then the torture had began. Dennis had seen a lot in his three years at KP, but this was by far the worst shoot so far, and it had only just begun. Back when he was six and he was first nabbed by the recruitment squad while sitting in kindergarten class, he had thought things were bad. He had spent hours on his knees sucking dick, and proudly was one of the youngest Bukkake stars of all time. But then he had grown up a little bit, and during the yearly Resorting he had been placed in the Anal Stretching department of KP Studios. It was a relatively new department, so he didn't know much about it. Now that he was in it, though, he couldn't imagine anything worse. This particular movie was called 'Dennis' DP Soccer Practice.' The DP, he had been told, stood for Double Penetration. No one had taken very much time to explain exactly what that meant to Dennis, but hew as used to that. The higher-ups at KP studios clearly felt that the actors-especially the child actors-didn't really need too many details. They just had to show up and say their lines as they were fed to them. He looked down at the "preparing tool" as it had been called. It was a giant purple dildo-ENORMOUS. So thick and girthy, he had never seen anything like it. Apparently its size was supposed to get him ready for DP, whatever that was, and that thought alone made him sick to his stomach. The big purple thing was jammed really far in him, and it was so thick it was able to stand up on his own, like a big, purple column. Unfortunately, the vast majority of said column was buried somewhere around his upper intestine at the moment. Why didn't they pull it out of me? Dennis wondered. He was obviously unable to reach back and grab it himself-couldn't they tell that? He let his head fall back into the muddy soccer field and looked up at his tormentors. From where he was laying, he could only see them from the waist down. Sure enough, there was a big hard cock right in front of his face. He hadn't gotten a chance to see his tormentor before he'd been tackled while playing ball, but now he could see that the man was big, black, muscular, and REALLY well hung. Fuck if his cock wasn't almost as big as the dildo that was currently causing Dennis so much discomfort. Whoever that man was, he had spent the better part of an hour working that dildo into the screaming little boy's cunt. He hadn't said much while he was doing it, just pushed the dildo harder and harder until it hit Dennis' anal wall. Now, during break, he could hear the man talking. It sounded like his mouth was full. "Damn, that shit was TIGHT with a capital T. Y'all don't pay me enough to do work like that. Got me all sweaty." Dennis watched a few red and blue sprinkles fell between the man's feet. Donuts. Dennis loved donuts, and he was starving-he hadn't eaten all morning because he was so nervous. He'd love a donut now, though. It would make him feel better. The minutes were ticking away. Wouldn't someone help him? He needed to get up so badly, but he was essentially pinned to the field by that purple dildo. Why was everyone ignoring him? He was the star of the show, and when the cameras were rolling, he got ALL the attention. Not to mention the bossy, mean direction from the director, Curt Cunningham. God he hated Curt. Dennis turned his head to the other side and saw another pair of feet-and another giant black cock. This one was just as big as the other one, and just has hard. It even looked a little thicker, and it was uncut. God, just looking at it scared Lyle. He knew the first guy had acted alone when he was stuffing him with the dildo, so who was this guy? Was Dennis going to have to get "spitroasted" again? He had learned that early on, when he played an extra in "Billy's Sleepaway Camp." "OK! Time's up!" Dennis started to sob. He had layed there for five minutes, and now time was up. He wanted a break, but no one would help him. And now he had to go back to filming for at least another three hours before the next break. He was still weeping when the second pair of big black feet approached him. SCHLOOOOOOOP Dennis let out a blood-curtteling scream. WHAT THE HELL? The man had just ripped that dildo out of him with NO warning. He could feel his asshole trying to adjust, but it was a useless effort, he knew. He'd have to visit the doctor after this session for some Restoring Cream. "Please..." he gasped, "Can I have a donut?" There was a moment of silence, and then the sound of adult male voices laughing. Curt Cunningham said through the megaphone, "Andre, get the boy a donut." "Donut?" the new actor replied, laughing. "The boy's already got a donut hole. Look at his gaping ass!" Once again Dennis turned to look back at his hole. "Gaping" was one way to put it. Other words popped into Dennis' mind, such as ruined, ripped, shredded, torn, and destroyed. It wasn't an asshole anymore, it was just a gaping black hole at the base of his back. His ass cheeks looked smaller, because so much space was taken up by the giant gaping hole. He saw the man-Andre-bed down, and there was a donut in his hand! Finally, he was going to get something to snack on! But then, much to his surprise, Andre moved his hand so that the donut was resting on Dennis' worn-out asshole. The hole of the donut sat perfectly over the boy's gaping wound. "He wants a donut, I'll give him a donut." SCHLOOOP Another scream from the little star. This man didn't know how to give a child warning! He sank his big black dick into Dennis in one fell swoop. The kid had the unique sensation of pink frosting and white cake being pushed into his guts by baseball bat black cock shoving into him. Now how many of you out there can say you've felt that? "Ok, great, Andre. Now, De'vonne, go join your buddy there. It's time to teach this Soccer Slut what DP means."
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