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Harry Potter (Slut's Version)

Chapter 2: "My First Creampie"

Summary:

Harry first BBC creampie

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(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Billy Rashad hated this fucking job.

Fourteen-hour shifts, a boss who probably had a foot fetish with how much he kissed the ground corporate walked on, and a wife who could find something to yell about even if he was dead. Hell, maybe especially if he was dead. And yet, there was one thing that didn’t make him want to throw himself into incoming traffic.

Harry Potter.

He wouldn’t call himself sentimental. Hell, he didn’t even like kids. But Harry was different. He had this dumb little smile, too damn bright for a kid living with those stuck-up, pig-faced assholes. First time Billy ever saw him, he was four, barely tall enough to reach the door handle but determined as hell to do it anyway. Opened the door all proud, like he’d just discovered America or some shit. And when Billy handed him the mail? Kid lit up like it was Christmas morning.

That was the first time in years Billy had smiled—actually smiled.

Didn’t last long. Smiling wasn’t his thing. But since then, he kept an eye out for the kid. Not in a weird way, obviously. Just… making sure he was still breathing, still had that stupid spark in his eye. So when he rang the doorbell and got no answer, something felt off.

He clicked again. And again. Nothing.

A bad feeling slithered down his spine. He knocked, hard, enough to wake the dead. “Oi! Mail’s here! Wake the fuck up!”

Silence.

Billy scowled. The Dursleys weren’t the type to miss a chance to scream at someone for existing, so where the hell were they? He glanced at the driveway. Car was gone. Maybe they finally fucked off for good. One could only hope.

He was about to turn away when the door creaked open.

Slowly.

Cautiously.

Like it had been waiting for him.

The house was dark. Too dark for midday. Too dark for comfort.

Billy hesitated. “Oi, anyone home?”

No answer.

His gut twisted. He wasn’t the paranoid type, but something about this felt wrong. “Harry?”

Silence.

Then—a shadow in the hallway. Movement. A figure stepping out of the darkness.

Harry.

But not Harry.

The kid had always been scrawny, a walking pile of Dudley’s hand-me-downs with more fabric than body. But now—fuck. His skin had this unnatural glow, like he was running a fever from the inside out. His damp hair clung to his forehead, cheeks flushed with heat, lips curled into something—

Something wrong.

And his eyes.

Green. No—violet. A color Billy had never seen on a human being before. Deep, hypnotic, like a goddamn siren luring sailors to their doom.

He was smiling.

Slow. Lazy. Like a cat stretching under the sun. “Billy,” he greeted, voice smooth as silk, dragging out the name like he was savoring it. What the fuck?

Billy tensed. “Kid, you okay?”

Harry tilted his head, stepping forward, bare feet silent on the floor. That’s when Billy noticed what the kid was wearing.

Or, more accurately, not wearing.

A towel.

Just a towel.

Thin. Barely hanging onto his hips.

Billy’s jaw clenched. “Where the fuck are your guardians?”

“Out.” Harry took another step, slow, deliberate. “We’re alone.”

Billy exhaled sharply, every instinct in his body screaming at him that this was not fucking normal. “You sick? You look—”

“Hot?” Harry interrupted, eyes glittering with something unnatural. His voice was soft, teasing. Dangerous.

Billy’s stomach twisted. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Harry just smiled, stepping closer, body radiating unnatural heat. He placed a hand on the doorframe, effectively trapping Billy in the entrance. “You should come inside.”

Billy swallowed. Fuck.

Something was very, very wrong here.

And yet… he couldn’t look away.

"Fuck, it's hotter than a witch's cunt out here," Billy Rashad grunted as he eyed the kid haggardly. This scrawny little runt was spooking him out, standing there in nothin' but a towel barely hanging onto his puny ass. Kid looked like he'd been dragged through a damn cactus, all flushed and glistening.

"What's your damage, squirt?" Billy growled, squinting against the glare. "Why the hell you in that shit-stain of a towel?"

Harry just smirked, that fuckin' annoying grin stretching his chops. "Told ya, it's too hot. Wanna come inside, cool off 'n stuff?"

Billy narrowed his eyes. Nothing about this setup felt right. Nothing. The kid looked like he’d been ridden hard and thrown out wet. And Billy knew he should just get the hell out of here. Walk right past this scrawny little bastard and never look back.

And yet…

He hesitated, jaw clenched, suspicion rolling through him hotter than the summer sun beating down on his neck. The kid was watching him very closely now, very intent indeed. And Billy could have sworn he saw something flash in those oddly colored eyes of his. Something hungry.

Of course, that could have just been the heat fucking with his mind. That damn heat was always messing with you. Made you see things.

"Shit," Billy spat. He kicked off his boots and stomped inside, not waitin' for no invite. "Ain't got no choice nohow. It's fuckin' fryin' out here."

The house was dim, blessedly cooler, and it felt good on his overheated skin. Billy loomed in the doorway, arms crossed, not about to get too fuckin' comfortable. Not 'round here.

"I ain't stayin' long," he warned. "So don't go gettin' no stupid ideas."

Harry just laughed, that fake laugh of his ass as he walked past Billy. Billy's gaze slid to the boy's ass, barely covered by that old towel. The boy was skinny, sure, but... fuck. That ass, all round and firm and barely covered... it was distracting.

He shook his head hard, trying to push the thought away. Of course, dividing his attention with all the other thoughts too. Like how the hell did he end up in this fucked up place. At this fucked up boy's beck and call.

"Oi, you wanna just get to the damn point?" Billy snapped. "Or we gonna keep playin' these games all damn day?"

Harry rolled his eyes, that smirk still presumin' on his ugly face. Kid was gettin' right on Billy's nerves. "'Kay, so. Wanna massage?"

Billy blinked. "Massage? The fuck kinda shit is that?"

"You're all tight 'n stuff," Harry said, waving a hand at Billy's chest like he was a godsdamn lollipop. "An' I know this shit that'll help ya relax."

Billy scowled. "Listen up, you lil' prick. Ain't no one touches me. No one fuckin' touches me. Got me?"

Harry just shrugged, flockin' that stupid grin on his dumb ass face even wider. "Whatever. Wanna try... or not?"

Billy knew what he oughta do. Knew he oughta back the fuck outta here faster than a piggy bank bein' smashed by a hammer. This whole damn set up stunk worse than Dudley's stinky lil' feet.

But kid was sellin' it real hard. 'Sides... his shoulders DID feel tighter than a motherfucker. So damn tight, he swore they were about to snap off.

Fuck it.

"Fine," Billy said, voice like gravel. "'Sides, I ain't got no choice 'round here, do I? Ain't like you'd let me leave anyhow."

Harry just winked. Motherfucker. Kid seriously needed someone to wipe that stupid damn smirk off his dial.

"Lie down and take your shirt off," Harry said, kind of bossy for a skinny little shit.

Billy glared at him. "Excuse me? I'm not some kind of dog, you asshole."

Harry just shrugged. "You want to take your shirt off so I can give you a good spanking, do you?"

Well... damn.

Billy didn't do that kind of shit. He wouldn't let anyone touch him, especially not any weirdos. The kid made his skin crawl, with his creepy eyes and his know-it-all attitude.

But fuck if the bastard wasn't right. Billy's muscles WERE tighter than a slut's asshole in a blizzard. A massage felt... really good right now.

"Shut up," Billy growled. "'Sides..." He hauled the sweat-tacky shirt up over his head and tossed it on the floor.

There.

He glared at Harry, dare him to say anythin'. Kid couldn't keep his eyes off Billy's chest, so damn fixated on the way his pecs bounced free of that shirt. Built like a damn tank, all thick slabs of muscle an' ropey sinew.

Billy knew he was fuckin' gorgeous. Knew he could have any bitch he wanted, with this body. Not that he wanted none of them. They were all a buncha dumb cunts can't see past his skin.

An' now... now he had this scrawny lil' bastard eyein' him up like he wanted to eat him alive.

"I ain't that kinda guy," Billy said, voice all rough 'n low. "'Sides, you aint' my type neither. Lil' runt."

Harry just smirked wider, that fuckin' grin still flashin' in his eyes. "Whatever. Wanna strip off ya pants too?"

Billy snorted. "'Scuse me? I ain't fuckin' strippin' for ya, boy."

"Makes it easier," the kid said, voice all silky-like. Sounded real damn sly, like he was holdin' somethin' back.

Billy's eyes narrowed. He didn't know what kinda games this weird little fucker was playin', but he didn't fuckin' like it. Didn't like any of it. Specially not with him.

"I keep my pants on," Billy said, voice as hard as he could make it. "You got a problem with that, boy?"

Harry shrugged, that real damn casual-like. "'Sides, I gotta start somewhere..."

Harry started rubbin' Billy's big ol' chest, his lil' hands sinkin' into them muscles. Billy near 'bout jumped outta his skin, them lil' fingers knowin' just what to do. Boy was talented, he'd give him that.

"fuck..." Billy grunted, feelin' Harry's hands slidin' all over his pecs. "Is decent..."

Harry giggled, eyes sparklin' in a way that made Billy's skin prickle. "'Course it is. I'm real good with my hands, Mr. Rashad."

Too damn good. Billy shifted on the couch, tryin' to ignore his cock twitchin' in his pants. This lil' white boy was gettin' under his skin somethin' fierce.

"Mm, I could just eat this chest up," Harry said, voice all breathy-like. Sounded real hungry, too. Fuckin' weird kid.

Billy rolled his eyes. "Ain't my style, boy." But his voice cracked halfway through. Shit.

Harry just smirked, fingers dancin' down Billy's ribs 'n back up, playin' his collarbone like a damn instrument. Huh. Boy had skills.

Then fuck...

The lil' brat's hands slid real low. Low enough Billy swore he could feel 'em brush his belt buckle. Low enough he swore he could feel that boy's breath on his damn cock.

Billy sucked in a sharp breath, tryin' not to grab that lil' smartass 'n shove 'im down on his lap. Show him what a real man felt like.

'Cause fuck, he was thinkin' about it. Thinkin' about shovin' that brat's head down on his dick 'til he choked on it. Poundin' that hot lil' throat 'til 'im screamed.

But... fuck. He had a wife. A kid. He was an honest man. He ain't never fucked around on his missus before, 'n he sure as shit wasn't 'bout to start now.

"H-hey, watch it..." Billy growled, voice all tight. "'Sides, hands gotta know their place."

Harry just leaned real close, lips brushin' Billy's ear. "'Course they do. An' mine knows exactly where they belong..."

Billy's cock throbbed, pants tighter than a motha-fuckin' vice. Shit. This lil' boy was straight up tryin' to kill him.

He opened his mouth to tell 'im to back the fuck off, but...

The brat climbed right into Billy’s lap. He straddled him, all those soft boy parts pressing into Billy’s body like they were made for each other.

Billy froze. His hands clenched, nails digging into his palms as he fought the urge to grab that little, bubble butt. To squeeze, grope, and pull the boy’s hips down onto his cock until they both screamed.

“Boy…” Billy growled, his voice blacker than a moonless night. “‘Take. Me. Out.’”

But his body wouldn’t listen. His dick, fuck, throbbed. Pulsed. It was harder than a steel pipe in his damn pants.

And Harry… holy shit… he laughed. He threw his head back and laughed like this was the funniest thing he’d ever heard.

“Of course not,” Harry laughed, his ass bouncing in Billy’s lap like it had a life of its own. "Of course you want to keep me here..."

Billy's breathing came faster, his chest heaving like he'd just run a marathon. His hands clenched tighter, fighting the urge to grab that little boy and fuck him like a bitch in heat.

Fuck. He couldn't...

He. Couldn't...

But fuck if Harry didn't feel so good, all soft and pliable and warm. And fuck if Billy's cock wasn't screaming for him. Begging for that little boy to sit on him. To ride him until they both screamed.

Shit... Billy wanted to...

No. Fuck. He couldn't. He was a fucking married man. He had a kid. He couldn't fucking.

Could he?

Harry felt something big and hard pressing against his tight little ass. He shifted a little, trying to get comfortable, and fuck if it wasn't throbbing. Like it liked him moving around in it.

Curious, Harry reached behind him and felt through Billy's pants. The damn thing was huge. And hard. And... was it twitching?

"Gosh, Mr. Rashad, your leg must be sooo tense!" Harry said, rubbin' that big bulge. "Here, lemme help ya. I'm real good at makin' tense things feel better."

Billy's face darkened. "Lil' man, I ain't got no leg tension, 'n I don't need you fuckin' touchin' my..." He trailed off, cheeks burnin' red.

But Harry kept rubbing, massaging that fat package through the fabric. "Of course, Mr. Rashad. And I'll take care of it. I always try to help, you know. It's what good boys do."

Billy growled, teef clenched tight. "I'm tellin' ya, boy... fuck..." He grabbed Harry's wrist, tryin' to pull his hand away. "'S not right, you messing with my... damn..."

But Harry just laughed, tugging his wrist outta Billy's grip. "Don't be silly, Mr. Rashad. I'm just trying to be helpful!" He turned back to that bulge, rubbin' it gentle-like. "This thing is sooo tight. An' big. Wow..."

"Boy, I swear to God..." But Billy's protest died in his throat as Harry's lil' hand kept workin' on him. Kept touchin' him through his pants. Shit...

"H-hey now..." Billy tried again, but Harry just smiled up at him, all wide-eyed an' innocent.

"Don't fight it, Mr. Rashad," Harry said, voice all sweet. "I wanna help ya feel better. Sides, I always heard grown-ups say 'whatever an adult can do, a child can do better'. I'm just followin' rules!"

Before Billy could argue more, that lil' brat dropped to his knees right in front of him. Heart poundin' in his ears, Billy tried one last time to stop him.

"Kid, don't..." He warned, voice all ragged. "You do this, you gonna fuckin' regret it. I ain't... I ain't playin' no games."

But Harry just giggled, reachin' up to his pants. "Don't be silly, Mr. Rashad. I wanna help ya feel reals good..."

With that, he started to real slow-like, tuggin' down that zipper. The sound of the metal teeth separatin' filled the room, loud as a damn freight train in the silence.

 

Suddenly...

 

Whoosh!

 

Out came the biggest, thickest, sweatiest cock Harry had ever seen. There it was, fuck. A big old Black monster cock. Thick as Harry's wrist and long as his forearm. The damn thing slapped Harry right across the face, leaving a wet smear of precum on Harry's fucking cheek.

The musk of it. Fuckin' gaggin', it was so strong. So potent. It filled the lil' boy's nose, his mouth, his whole fuckin' head 'til all he could smell was Billy's ripe, sweaty dick.

"Oh," Harry squeaked, blinkin' up at the monstrous thing bouncin' in front of his nose. "real big... an' sticky..."

Billy's breath came hard 'n fast, chest heavin'. His cock throbbed, leakin' like a fuckin' faucet. This lil' boy... fuck... he was gonna be the death of him.

Harry stared up at that massive, throbbing cock, eyes wide as fuckin' saucers. The thing was huge, even bigger than his little hand could grab. An' fuck, it was leaking so much already, the head all shiny 'n wet with sweat an' precum.

"Wow, Mr. Rashad..." Harry breathed, reachin' out to wrap his small fingers around the hot, pulsing shaft. "It's sooo big 'n sticky. An' stinky too," he giggled, wrinklin' his nose at the ripe scent.

"Shit, boy..." Billy cursed, teef clenched tight. "Don't ya fuckin' touch it..."

But Harry just smirked up at him, all mischief an' trouble in those green eyes. "Don't be silly, Mr. Rashad. I'm just admiring how big it is."

Before Billy could protest more, Harry opened wide an' swallowed up that fat cockhead like a fuckin' pro. Popped it right into his lil' mouth, tongue swirlin' around the musky tip.

"Fuck!" Billy roared, grip tightin' the couch cushions. "Goddamnit, boy... wha... fuck..." But the rest of his words turned to mush as Harry started suckin' for real.

That soft lil' mouth, it felt like velvet. Like silky heaven wrapped around Billy's achin' cock. Harry's tongue lapped an' lapped, lickin' up all that salty sweat an' bitter precum. Tastin' every fuckin' inch of that swollen head.

Billy's eyes rolled back in his head, hips jerking forward, tryin' to shove more of that big dick down Harry's lil' throat. "Fuckin' hell, kid..." he growled. "Ya can't... ain't right..."

But Harry just sucked harder, cheeks hollowing as he slurped an' slobbered all over Billy's cock. His lil' fist pumping what he couldn't fit in his mouth, squeezin' an' strokin' the thick shaft.

Billy's mind raced, thoughts of his wife, of jail, 'n all the fucked up shit that could happen if anyone found out 'bout this. Bout him lettin' this lil' white boy suck his big black cock.

But fuck if it didn't feel good. If Harry's lil' mouth wasn't the best fuckin' thing Billy ever felt. Better than his wife's, that's for damn sure.

"Goddamnit, kid..." Billy panted, sweat drippin' down his face. "Ya suck cock like a fuckin' pro. Built for it, ain't ya?" He reached down, tanglin' his fingers in Harry's messy hair, tryin' to yank him off.

But Harry just stayed put, suckin' harder, droolin' all over Billy's dick. "Mmph, mmm..." he hummed, the vibrations shootin' straight to Billy's fuckin' balls.

"No way, kid..." Billy argued. "'S too fuckin' wrong..."

But his hips lied, thrustin' up, fuckin' Harry's hot lil' mouth. "Shit," he gasped. "Knew you was a lil' slut. Built to take cock, ain't ya?"

Harry just smirked around Billy's dick, eyes twinklin' up at him. Like he fuckin' revelled in bein' a dirty lil' cockslut.

Billy was fucked. Fucked real good. By a lil' boy who knew exactly what he wanted. An' goddamn if Billy don't wanna give it to him. Give him every fuckin' inch...

Billy's mind spun, rage an' disgust churnin' in his gut. This lil' fuckin' brat... he was swallowing him. Sucking on Billy's cock like he was fuckin' starvin' for it. An' goddamnit, Billy was lettin' him. Lettin' this kid use his fuckin' mouth like a cock socket.

"Goddamnit, boy..." Billy snarled, grip tight on Harry's hair. "Ya can't just... fuck..." He yanked hard, tryin' to wrench that lil' head off his dick, but Harry clung on like a fuckin' lamprey. "Ya think ya can act like a grown-ass man? Fine. Then fuckin' act like one. Take this fuckin' cock like ya mean it."

Billy shoved forward, crammin' more of his thick meat down that tight lil' throat. "Fuckin' whore," he spat. "Built to be a cocksleeve, ain't ya? Built to choke on nigga dick, ya lil' slut?"

Harry gagged, eyes waterin' as Billy's cock slammed into the back of his throat. Tears spilled down his cheeks, leakin' from the corners of his eyes. But he didn't let go. Didn't pull off.

"Urk!" Harry choked, spittle flyin' everywhere as Billy fucked his lil' face. "'uk... 'uk..."

Billy just laughed, mean an' biting. "That's it, ya lil' bitch. Take it. Fuckin' take that cock. Built for this shit, ain't ya?"

He rolled his hips, pushin' in deeper. The head of his cock kissed the entrance to Harry's throat. Too fuckin' deep for a kid his age, but the lil' slut was beggin' for it. Needed it. Craved it like his next fuckin' breath.

"C-can't..." Harry gurgled, voice muffled 'round Billy's plunge. "T-too... too deep..."

Billy just growled, yanking his hair harder. "Bullshit. Ya want it deep. Want me to ruin this lil' throat. Built for it, ya fuckin' cock-hungry cumslut."

He started pumpin' faster, fuckin' that lil' mouth for all it was worth. Each thrust pushed his cock deeper, stretchin' out that tight lil' channel. Practically usin' it like a fuckin' tunnel.

Harry gagged an' choked, tears streamin' down his face as Billy railed his lil' fuckhole. Drool leaked out the sides, splatters of spit flyin' everywhere with each surge of Billy's hips.

"Take it, ya lil' bitch..." Billy grunted. "Fuckin' take this cock like the whore ya are. Nothin' but a lil' set of holes built to be filled. Ain't that right, cumslut? Huh? Built to fuckin' choke on my dick?"

Harry could only gurgle in response, eyes rolled back, tongue pulsing 'round the thick shaft plunging in 'n outta his mouth. Billy was ruinin' him. Breakin' him in as his fuck toy. An' goddamn if that lil' pervert didn't fuckin' revel in it. Didn't fuckin' crave it like air.

Billy's mind raced with filthy thoughts. With all the fucked up things he wanted to do to this lil' bitch. Wanted to shove him down on his lap an' use him 'til he fuckin' broke. 'Til his lil' cunt was nothin' but a sloppy, sloppy mess of drool an' cum.

He was fucked. Properly fucked. By a lil' boy who knew exactly what he wanted. Who was hungry for it. Starvin' for it. An' Billy was gonna give it to him. Give him every fuckin' inch... until that lil' cocksocket was ruined for anythin' else.

"Fuckin' take it, slut," Billy snarled, hips jerking erratically. "Fuckin' choke on it. Drown in my fuckin' cum."

He surged forward, slammin' his cock balls-deep. Harry's lil' nose flattened against his thick and volumous pubes, breath cut off completely as Billy hilted himself fully in that hot, tight throat.

Harry convulsed, eyes bulgin' as Billy's heavy balls slapped his chin. Drool flooded his mouth, gushin' out 'round the thick rod stuffed in deep. He was chokin', fuckin' drownin' on Billy's cock. An' Billy fuckin' loved it.

"Yeah, fuckin' choke, ya lil' cumrag," Billy spat. "Built to fuckin' gag on black cock. Ain't ya, ya lil' pervert?"

Harry could only gurgle, eyes rolled back, tongue workin' overtime to taste every fuckin' inch of Billy's shaft. The dick head pulsing in his throat, growin' even bigger as his orgasm approached.

Billy was lost. Consumed by lust. Drunk on the tight heat of that lil' throat. He couldn't fuckin' see straight. Couldn't think of nothin' but poundin' this slut 'til he couldn't fuckin' walk.

"Gonna... fuck... fuckin' breed this lil' throat..." Billy growled. "'Til ya fuckin' drown in my jizz. Fuck!"

With a strangled roar, he slammed deep one last time. His cock erupted, howlin' like a banshee as thick ropes of spunk painted Harry's lil' insides. Flooded his belly with hot, virile cum.

Harry spasmed, eyes fuckin' rollin' back, mouth slack an' droolin' as Billy pumped load after heavy load of seed straight down his gullet. He was fuckin' drowning in it. Drowning in Billy's ball batter as the nigga dumped an ungodly amount of jizz in his lil' boycunt.

"Fuck!" Billy bellowed, hips jerking as he emptied his balls. "Ain't nothin' but a lil' set of fuckin' cum dumpsters. Built for this shit. Eat it, ya fuckin' whore."

Harry could only fuckin' take it. Could only swallow it down like the hungry slut he was. Built to get bred like a proper lil' bitch. Built to fuckin' drown in nigga cum.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Billy collapsed back on the couch, a sheen of sweat an' exhaustion on his face. Harry slipped off his softening cock with a wet squelch, gasping an' gagging, thick globs of spunk splattering outta his mouth.

Harry's eyes glinted with a fucked-stupid, manic light as he slipped off Billy's softening cock with a wet plop. Thick gobs of jizz splattered his chin, dripping off his lil' jaw as he gulped down the last of Billy's massive load. But instead of bein' scared or grossed out, Harry started fuckin' giggling. A high-pitched, unhinged sound that filled the room.

"Hahaha! Wow, that was sooo much jizz, Mr. Rashad!" Harry squealed, voice hoarse from the thorough throat fuckin' he just took. "I've never swallowed so much before. Ya really coated my lil' tonsils real good!"

Billy blinked, still tryin' to catch his breath as he stared down at the lil' spunk-drunk boy crawlin' towards him. The kid had a fuckin' manic grin plastered on his face, eyes glazed over an' twitchin' with sick glee.

"H-hey now..." Billy stammered, a little taken aback by Harry's unhinged reaction. "Ain't every fuckin' day a lil' bitch like you swallows a massive load like that..."

But Harry just giggled more, inching closer on his hands 'n knees 'til he was right between Billy's legs. The kid was fuckin' fearless. Didn't have a lick of sense, climbin' all over the grown-ass man who just wrecked his lil' throat.

"Did I like it though?" Harry asked, voice all lil' an' sweet even as it wavered from the abuse his esophagus just took. "Did you like fuckin' my lil' boy throat, Mr. Rashad?"

Billy scowled down at him, but couldn't quite hide the smirk tuggin' at his lips. "Like it? Bitch, you fuckin' loved it. Practically begged me to ruin this lil' mouthcunt," he spat, jabbing a finger at Harry's baby-smooth cheek. "Built to be a cock dump, ain't ya? Built to choke an' gag 'til your lil' lungs fill up with nigga cum."

Harry just fuckin' beamed at the cruel words, eyes sparkling with perverse pride. "Yep! I really really liked it. It was sooo good!" he squealed. "But... is that really all ya got, Mr. Rashad? I thought grownups were supposed to have, like, way more cum than kids..."

The kid had a point. Billy was still kinda winded, balls nearly sucked fuckin' dry by that lil' throat pussy. But the lil' shit was right - he could go again. An' again. Fuck, he'd fuckin' flood this slut's guts 'til he fuckin' drowned in it.

Billy let out a dark chuckle, eyes narrowin' as he stared down at Harry like a predator eyein' his next meal. "Oh, ya fuckin' lil' whore. Ya just fuckin' asked for it..."

With that, Billy hauled his big ass off the couch, loomin' over Harry's smaller form. The kid didn't even flinch, just tilted his head back to keep starin' up at him with those fuckin' mad eyes.

Harry licked his lips, tasting the lingering musk of Billy's cock 'n cum. "Yep, I totally did! I wanna see what else ya can do, Mr. Rashad..."

He grinned up at Billy, then slowly stood, lettin' the towel 'round his waist fall to the floor with a soft whoosh. And fuck me, but the kid was... perfect. Lean 'n lithe, with the body of an angel. Smooth skin, not a hair on his nubile flesh. A lil' dicklet that was just beginnin' to show some real size, pointin' up at Billy with a mind of its own. Legs that went on for fuckin' miles, thighs slim 'n taut, calves fuckin' ripped. Harry stood up slow, turnin' around to give Billy the full view of his backside. He reached back, spreadin' his cheeks with his lil' hands. Those pretty pink holes winked at Billy. Practically begged him to fuck 'em. Ruin 'em. Claim 'em.

"See somethin' you like, Mr. Rashad?" Harry taunted, voice dripping with false innocence. "I bet a big, strong man like you has all sorts of... ideas." He rolled his hips, making that ass jiggle hypnotically.

Harry was a fuckin' masterpiece. A work of goddamn art. An' the way he stood there, lettin' Billy drink in every inch of his flawless body... fuck. The kid was a goddamn tease. A lil' cock-hungry temptress.

Billy threw his head back an' laughed, a booming sound that shook the room. The lil' slut wanted to play, did he? Wanted to fuckin' bait a grown-ass man into losin' control? Into fuckin' ruinin' his perfect lil' holes 'til they were sloppy, sloppy fuckin' messes?

"Oh, you fuckin' asked for this shit, ya lil' bastard," Billy growled, eyes wild an' cheeks flushed. "Gonna fuckin' destroy this lil' body. Fuckin' ruin it for anythin' else. Ain't ya fuckin' asked for it, ya cock-hungry whore?"

Harry just giggled, eyes dancin' with sadistic glee. "Yep! I wanna see what ya can do, Mr. Rashad. I wanna see if a big strong man like you can really wreck a lil' kid like me..."

He turned around nice an' slow, bentin' over to show off that fuckin' ass. The globes of his cheeks clenched an' flexed, the muscles dancin' beneath porcelain skin. He reached back to spread 'em, fingering his lil' boycunt, drippin' with Billy's leftover spunk.

"C'mon, Mr. Rashad. Fuckin' wreck me," Harry purred, lookin' back at Billy with a fucked-stupid grin. "Show me what a real man can do..."

The lil' cunt was askin' for it. Beggin' for it, even. An' Billy was gonna fuckin' give it to him. Gonna fuckin' destroy this body 'til it was nothin' but a broken, cum-stuffed mess. The kid wanted to dance with the devil? Billy was gonna fuckin' lead...

Billy crept closer to Harry, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He loomed over the small boy, his massive frame casting a shadow across Harry's delicate features. Harry had to crane his neck back to look up at Billy, his heart thundering in his chest.

Harry gulped nervously as Billy's large hand shot out, grabbing his chin in a vice grip. He gasped as Billy's rough fingers dug into his soft skin, squeezing hard enough to bruise. Harry's breath hitched in his throat as he stared up at Billy's cruel, leering face.

"Listen up, ya lil' fuckin' cock sleeve," Billy growled, eyes glinting with predatory hunger. "I'm gonna fuckin' annihilate this tight boypussy. Gonna wreck it so hard, you'll be feelin' my fat fuckin' nigga dick reshapin' your fuckin' guts for days."

Harry shuddered, a whimper escaping his lips at the brutal promise in Billy's words. His lil' dicklet throbbed, leaking a bead of crystal-clear precum that stained his white undies.

"Y-you're... mmm... gonna break me..." Harry stammered out, voice pitching up an octave. "G-gonna ruin this boycunt... gonna fuckin' break me..."

Billy's grin widened, eyes flashing with sadistic glee at the fear and reluctant arousal in Harry's voice. He tightened his grip on Harry's chin, forcing the boy to meet his intense gaze.

"You fuckin' wanna be broken, dontcha?" Billy sneered, voice dripping with cruel amusement. "Ain't that right, ya fuckin' pussy slut? Wanna be fuckin' destroyed by a real man's cock?"

"Y-yessir..." Harry whimpered out, eyes glazing over with fucked-stupid lust. "Wanna be... oh fuck... wanna be fuckin' wrecked..."

Billy threw his head back and laughed, a harsh, biting sound that echoed through the room. "Ha! You fuckin' asked for this, ya lil' whore..."

Then, without warning, Billy backhanded Harry across the face. The boy's head snapped to the side from the force of the blow, a red handprint blooming across his cheek. Harry stumbled back, falling hard onto the floor and landing with a soft oof.

"Agh!" Harry yelped, rubbing his sore cheek as tears welled up in his eyes. He opened his mouth to protest the rough treatment, but any words died on his tongue.

Billy loomed over him, grinning down like a predator who had just caught his prey. "Watch it, ya dumb bastard..." Harry tried to snap, but his voice came out small and uncertain.

"Aww, fuck off," Billy mocked cruelly, eyes gleaming with wicked mirth. "Don't pretend like you got a choice in this, ya lil' bitch. Don't pretend like you can fuckin' stop me."

He reached down, grabbing Harry's ankle and yanking him across the floor towards him. Harry yelped, scrambling to get his feet under him. But before he could regain his footing, Billy had him flushed against the wall, one hand wrapped around his throat and squeezing.

"Choice? Fuckin' joke," Billy sneered, leaning in close to Harry's reddened face. His hot breath washed over Harry's skin, stinking of whiskey and stale cigarettes. "Ain't got no fuckin' choice, you lil' shit. I'm gonna fuckin' destroy this tight cunt, and there ain't jack shit you can do about it."

Harry shuddered, feeling Billy's massive cock throb against his belly through the thin fabric of his undies. He could feel the heat of it, could sense the brutal, unyielding hardness barely contained. Fear and arousal warred within him, his heart pounding wildly in his ears.

"Y-yessir..." Harry whimpered out, all bravado and bluster stripped away. "G-gonna ruin me... reshape my guts... fuckin' break me..."

Billy grinned, a feral, vicious thing. "Damn fuckin' right I am," he growled. "By the time I'm done, this lil' boycunt's gonna be molded to the shape of my cock. You'll be nothin' but a slick lil' cock socket, hungry for more."

Harry shuddered, a broken moan escaping his lips as he realized the brutal, inescapable truth of Billy's words. He was trapped, helpless, at the mercy of the brutal fucking he was about to receive.

And deep down, he knew he fuckin' loved it. Craved it. Needed it like he needed air to breathe.

Harry was just a fucktoy, a set of holes for men like Billy to ruin. And god help him, but he couldn't fuckin' wait..

Billy's massive, black cock loomed over Harry's tiny, pink pucker like a monster about to devour a fragile flower. The contrast was obscene, the head of Billy's dick easily twice as wide as the slender ring of Harry's entrance.

"Take a fuckin' look at this," Billy taunted, rubbing the fat, spongy crown of his cock against Harry's miniscule hole. "My fuckin' cockhead's bigger than your lil' boycunt. Ain't that some fucked up shit?"

Harry shuddered, feeling the searing heat of Billy's member branding his flesh. His eyes watered as he beheld the sheer size of it, a shiver of fear and reluctant anticipation coiling in his guts.

"Fuck... it's so big..." Harry whimpered out, voice quavering. "I-I don't know if I can... it won't fit..."

Billy just smirked, cruel and smug. "Oh, it'll fuckin' fit. Gonna make this tight lil' shithole stretch around my cock like a fuckin' glove. Gonna fuckin' rearrange you from the inside out, you lil' cumslut."

To punctuate his point, Billy shoved two thick fingers past Harry's tight ring, plunging them knuckle-deep into the boy's clutching heat. Harry keened, back arching as his greedy boypussy clenched down on the invading digits, trying to dislodge them.

"Shit, you're fuckin' tight," Billy grunted, pumping his fingers in and out of that grasping hole. "Can't fuckin' wait to feel this pussy strangling my cock. Gonna fuckin' ruin this lil' fuckhole for anythin' else."

Harry could only whimper and shake, his small body wracked with sensation as Billy's fingers probed and stretched his tender insides. He felt every ridge and crease, every callous and scar on those thick digits scraping against his sensitive walls. His guts clenched down hard, trying to expel the unwelcome intrusion, but Billy's fingers were relentless in their violation.

"Please..." Harry gasped out, head thrown back and face flushed red. "Please, it's too much... I-I can't... it's too fuckin' big..." But his hips twitched, grinding back against Billy's hand, betraying his true desire.

Billy just chuckled darkly, amused by Harry's feeble protests. "Too fuckin' much? Bitch, ain't you just gagging for it, ya lil' cock whore?"

With that, he lined up his massive fucking pole, the flared head kissing Harry's pucker. Harry shuddered, feeling the lewd heat of it, the pulsing power barely contained.

And then, without a word of warning, Billy thrust forward. The head of his huge cock popped past Harry's entrance with a wet squelch, the tight ring of muscle stretching obscenely around the invading intruder. Harry howled, a sound of agonized ecstasy torn from his throat as Billy's cockhead forced its way past his battered rim and plowed into his guts.

"FUCK!" Harry screamed, voice cracking as he felt himself stretched wider than he ever thought possible. It was like being ripped open, his insides reshaped by the sheer girth of Billy's member violating his most intimate depths.

Billy grunted, eyes rolling back in sheer bliss as Harry's impossible tightness clamped down around him like a vice. His hips stilled for just a moment, letting Harry feel the scorching heat of his cock throbbing against his walls, pulsing with barely contained need.

"Fuckin' hell..." Billy groaned out, voice rough and ragged with lust. "This lil' boyclit is gonna fuckin' ruin me..."

Harry could only sob, tears of pained pleasure streaking down his face. The scar on his forehead burned like a brand, a cruel reminder of the savage fucking he was receiving. Every inch of Billy's massive cock was like a searing line of fire, painting his insides a lurid red, marking him irrevocably.

"Fuck, I can't wait to ruin this sexy lil' body," Billy groaned, his voice like thunder. "I'm gonna take my sweet time tearin' this tight boypussy up, stretching that dainty lil' hole around every fuckin' inch of this big black cock. Kid, you ain't never gonna be able to sit right again after I'm done fuckin' you."

As Billy began to move, hips rolling in a brutal pace, Harry felt a deep, agonizing sensation building in his core. It was too much, too intense, too fucking BIG. His guts churned and clenched, trying to accommodate the massive intrusion violating his tender boycunt.

Harry's belly bulged obscenely from the force of Billy's thrusts, a grotesque outline of the cock plundering his depths. The swollen shape pulsed with each pump of Billy's hips, a lewd testament to the brutal fucking he was receiving.

"Hnnnghh... fuck..." Harry whimpered, drool dripping down his chin as his eyes crossed and rolled back. "S-so fuckin' big... so fuckin' deep... gonna break me..."

Billy just grunted, fingers digging into Harry's soft ass as he rutted into him like a beast in rut. "Fuck yeah, take this fuckin' cock. Fuckin' take it like the lil' cumslut you are," Billy growled, hips slapping against Harry's ass with meaty thwaps.

Harry could only keen and shake, impaled on Billy's massive rod, skewered on the thick pole of black cock plunging into his guts over and over. He felt like he was being split in half, his tender boyclit stretched to the breaking point around the girthy shaft violating him.

And yet, even as he ached and burned and felt the first flutters of agonizing pleasure building in his core, Harry knew he never wanted it to end. Knew he was made for this - to be a fucktoy, a set of holes for men like Billy to ruin as they saw fit.

He was gagging for it, just like Billy said. A starving lil' cock slut, desperate for the nourishment of a real man's dick. And god help him, but he fucking loved every second of it...

Billy pistoned his hips with wild abandon, each brutal thrust driving his massive cock balls-deep into Harry's ravaged hole. The boy's eyes rolled back, fluttering shut as tears streamed down his face, his small body jerking like a rag doll with each merciless slam of Billy's pelvis against his ass.

"Fuck, take it! Take this fuckin' dick, you lil' cock slut!" Billy roared, fingers sinking into the plush flesh of Harry's hips as he yanked the boy closer, impaling him over and over on his throbbing shaft.

Harry could only gurgle and drool, his mind fracturing from the relentless assault on his senses. His stomach bulged obscenely with each thrust, the outline of Billy's cock a sickening sight as it distorted the boy's slender frame. He was nothing more than a fucksleeve, a set of holes for Billy to ruin as he saw fit.

"Hnngh... hnngh... can't... can't breathe..." Harry choked out between each spastic thrust, his lungs burning for air. But Billy just fucked him harder, hips smacking against his ass with meaty slaps that filled the room.

"Don't fuckin' care," Billy snarled, sweat dripping down his face as he rutted into Harry with a manic intensity. "Gonna fuckin' drown this lil' boyclit in cock. Pump you so full of jizz, you'll be tastin' it for days."

Harry's legs gave out, muscles turning to jelly as Billy's onslaught fucked the strength out of him. He collapsed forward, but Billy just caught him, spinning him sideways in a show of crude strength. Harry found himself splayed out on the floor, one arm twisted behind his back as Billy loomed over him, a beast of a man fucking into him with all the finesse of a wild animal.

"Gonna fuckin' ruin this tight cunt," Billy growled, slamming into Harry from the side, the new angle allowing him to plunge even deeper into the boy's guts. "Fuckin' wreck this lil' boyfuck. Break your fuckin' back tryin' to take this cock."

Harry could only gurgle and drool, tongue lolling out in a lewd puddle as Billy used him like a set of holes. Each thrust shook his small frame, rattling his bones, reshaping his insides to the brutal shape of Billy's cock.

"H-hurts... fuck... so fuckin' big..." Harry slurred, eyes glazed and unfocused. "B-breakin' me... fuck... fuck!"

"Hurts so fuckin' good, dontcha mean?" Billy taunted, slipping a hand down to wrap around Harry's throat, squeezing just hard enough to make the boy's face flush a deeper shade of red. "Fuckin' love bein' split open on a real nigga's cock. Fuckin' love bein' used like the lil' cumdump you are."

Billy's cock jackhammered into Harry's abused hole, the wet squelches of his ass taking the brutal fucking filling the room. The stench of sex hung heavy in the air, the musky scent of sweat and precum and the coppery tang of blood from Harry's battered rim.

"Gonna... gonna fuckin'... hnngh... knot this boycunt..." Billy grunted, his movements growing more erratic as his climax approached. His heavy balls slapped against Harry's taint with each thrust, churning with the massive load he planned to flood the boy's guts with.

Harry could only keen and thrash beneath him, impaled and used, nothing more than a set of holes for Billy to ruin. His stomach bulged grotesquely, a perfect imprint of Billy's cock stuffed into his too-small body. Tears and drool mixed on his face as he sobbed and keened, drowning in the brutal pleasure of being so utterly used.

"Fuckin' take it, you lil' raced bitch!" Billy roared, slamming forward one last time and grinding his cock in as deep as it would go. "Fuckin' take my load, you cock-hungry slut! Fuckin' take it all!"

With a guttural moan, Billy came, his cock erupting like a volcano deep in Harry's guts. Thick, hot ropes of jizz flooded the boy's insides, painting his walls white as Billy pumped load after heavy load into his boycunt. Harry convulsed, body shaking apart from the sheer volume of cum pumped into him, a broken wail tearing from his abused throat.

"HNNNGH! FUCK!" Harry screamed, eyes rolling back as Billy's seed sloshed and churned in his belly, distending it obscenely. He could feel it, so hot and thick and endless, filling him up, owning him utterly.

Billy collapsed on top of him, crushing Harry into the floor with his weight as he pumped the last spurts of his release into the boy's wrecked hole. Harry could only tremble and whimper beneath him, impaled on Billy's softening cock, stuffed to bursting with his cum.

"Fuckin'... fuckin' hell..." Billy panted, still grinding into Harry's cum-sloppy ass, sloshing his massive load around in the boy's guts. "That's a fuckin' good lil' cock warmer you got there. Might just keep you around as my personal fucktoy."

Billy glanced down, noticing Harry's limp form splayed out beneath him. The boy's eyes had fluttered shut, his breathing shallow and uneven. A satisfied smirk tugged at Billy's full lips as he realized he'd fucked Harry so hard, the lil' cock sleeve had passed out.

"Pussy," Billy muttered, voice dripping with cruel amusement. "Can't even handle a real man's fuckin'."

With a grunt of effort, he hauled his softening cock out of Harry's gaping, sloppy hole. The obscene sound of sucking flesh filled the room as his massive rod slipped free, inch by throbbing inch until just the tip remained nestled in the boy's abused pucker.

As the broad head popped out, a veritable flood of jizz erupted from Harry's used cunt, splattering the floor in a huge arc of pearly white. The sheer volume of it, the speed at which it gushed out, spoke to the truly monumental load Billy had pumped into the kid's guts.

"Shiiiit," Billy hissed, eyes wide as he watched his cum pour out of Harry's fucked-stupid hole. "Look at that slutty lil' cunt, so hungry for my spunk it's suckin' it back in."

He grabbed a towel, roughly wiping the sticky mess from his softening cock and balls before turning his attention to cleaning up the room. The floor was a fucking disaster, a Jackson Pollock painting of sweat, spit, and spunk.

Billy grunted as he scrubbed the worst of it into the carpet fibers, leaving the floor only slightly damp and smelling vaguely of sex.

Turning back to Harry, he hauled the boy up by his armpits, grunting softly as he manhandled the limp, fucked-out slut. Harry flopped bonelessly in his grip, head lolling and eyes still closed.

"Heh, fuckin' out cold," Billy chuckled darkly. "Guess I'll put this lil' cumdump somewhere to sleep it off."

He glanced around the room, searching for any sign of where Harry might sleep in this shithole. But the room was as unfamiliar to him as the back of his own hand.

"Fuck it," Billy muttered, shouldering the boy more securely and kicking open the only other door in the damn place. He stumbled into the dark room, the only light spilling in from behind him.

The room was a mess, a pigsty filled with dirty clothes and empty chip bags. A massive bed dominated the space, nearly as big as the one in the other room.

"Guess this'll fuckin' do," Billy grunted, dumping Harry onto the bed. The boy sprawled bonelessly, limbs splayed like a fucked-out starfish.

Billy tucked him in, pulling the blanket up to Harry's chin. He stared down at the boy's slack, pretty face, a wicked grin spreading across his own.

"Sweet fuckin' dreams, you lil' cumslut," he whispered, voice low and full of cruel promise. "Hope you're dreamin' of wakin' up to a nigga's cock in your mouth. Wouldn't be surprised if that's all this lil' cock socket is good for."

With that, he turned and left the room, closing the door softly behind him. Harry lay there, oblivious and uncaring, fucked into a coma in a stranger's bed, already dreaming of the next time he could choke down a real man's dick.

 

 

Notes:

Sizes of the day:

- Billy Rashad Marcus: 12,7" length; 6,5" girth.