Shane

By R Roberts

Published on Nov 3, 2018

Bisexual

SHANE PART 13

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Our men continued to insert larger and larger plugs or dildos into our rapidly stretching holes. It was painful at first but gradually, all the elasticity of our holes began to be destroyed. Fist we had rather large donut shaped mounds around our holes but even they gradually stretched into elongated pussy type lips. Our men could have us push out and the small rosebuds began to come out. I was afraid that all my guts would fall out but soon I realized that only a part, a big enough part, stuck out. They were quite proud of us and used lots of creams to make sure we were able to function. They even watched closely as each of the three of us would shit to see that all worked properly. They also continued to use the saline which was kind of a salt water solution, to give us shots each day making our balls huge. It was often difficult to walk or even sometimes, crawl. It did ensure that our legs were always a bit apart more than usual to accommodate the big sacks. We became quite a hit a the club. When we weren't exhibiting or getting fucked with the super wide dildos and plugs, we were getting fucked, often by two guys at the same time.

The guy who Marcus had hired to expand us was proud of his accomplishments. We all knew our holes would never be the same as when were just boys. But, we were kind of proud of our accomplishments as the masters fed us better than usual.

It was getting colder now and we were often chilled as were paraded around on a leash. We still only the two rings, one in our cock heads which were replaced with bigger ones, and the small quiche rings. Of course we all wore collars that one could attach a leash to as well. The masters seemed to favor the band that went around the base of our balls. The weight also continued to stretch our ball sacks making the big sacks more visible. They were proud to show us off and had many men willing to pay them for our use. Marcus especially, didn't favor that too much .

We were finally given small knit caps to wear on our heads when we went out. Obviously they had little affect on keeping anything but our heads warm and we sometimes shrank a bit in the cock department. That was solved with more pills to keep us reasonably hard. Momma told the masters that we shouldn't be paraded around without anything and actually made us some kind of blue jeans. The bottom of the crotch was removed and the fly button were torn off so our junk hung out for show. We still got no shirts or shoes though. We were often kept in the house evenings to sit on the laps of our men. It must have looked silly to see two 16 year old boys and one 13 year old sitting on their cocks in the living room watching t.v.. We were like lap pets and they said putting a cock in us, their cocks, kept them warmer. No mind how we felt.

Toward what appeared to be the Christmas holidays, we really lost track of days, months or special days, but the holiday ornaments and decorations were up all over town. The boys in the stores wore their very little shorts and elf hats. They looked so cute. Many of their parents came by and it was very tearful for them to see how their boys were treated. We even went on our leashes as the masters did some shopping for their families. We were told to keep our rosebuds on display as much as possible as they thought the red insides made us look festive. We too, wore elf hats and nothing else. It snowed one night and Cody, Chad and I snuggled together for warmth. The masters finally saw us being so cold and let us crawl under the covers to lick their manly organs. Even though Marcus farted in my face, it was warm air and I was used to smelling his sometimes foul hole. We were much happier under the covers.

We were told it was Christmas eve. Momma put us to work along with her boy to help her cook and prepare. It was a very festive dinner at least for the family. Not so much for us. We served the food and stood behind the masters to be called upon to do anything like refill glasses and put another helping on their plates. We were all quite hungry and at times Shane worried about if his stomach would growl but thankfully with the noise of the celebration, it wasn't heard.

One good thing was Marcus took to see my momma on Christmas eve. She wasn't busy and I actually got to talk to her. She admired my naked body and actually wanted to see my hole and the rosebud after Marcus told her about it. She thought it was beautiful and actually asked if Shane was happy in his new life. Oh, yes, mama. Master Marcus takes good care for us. I have two other whitey boys that are with us all the time. I told her about my best friend and his brother who were also helpers in the house. I told her what I did each day. Recently, I was happy that the masters bought us some rubber boots to wear when we shoveled the walks. I didn't share that we were naked except for the boots and hats but Marcus smiled at me and my mom. He eventually asked if he could indulge in her pussy. She was such a whore that she just unveiled it and he fucked her leaving a load that I got to eat out of her. I also ate his hole as he enjoyed his fuck of her. I still enjoyed pussy eating but figured I would never be able to stick my dick in a pussy. It was so engrained in me that white boy cum was just disgusting , that I knew no one would ever want it except to maybe put in coffee as a cream. Certainly no one would want to raise a white boy anymore.

Marcus explained on the trip home that there was still a use for white boys, as slaves to the black masters. I was a bit taken aback by that comment especially when he said I might get to fuck a white girl one day to produce a little me that eventually his children could use I was proud of that thought. I guess I would be proud to see my young welp, raised and trained to be just like me but probably be even dumber as I knew it would never go to school There were fewer and fewer white boys in the once all white school. The poor white bastards that were their parents were now hired to breed for the black majority who needed help. It was unusual to see white women constantly pregnant. It appeared that many white men older than thirty also got castrated as their was a bonus paid for their testicles which were sold as novelties. Their white boys simply impregnated girls if they were good looking enough , when they got to be about 16.. I'm sure they would suffer the same fate as their fathers when they aged, but by then they would have impregnated quite a few girls. Marcus told me their was a section at the club where the breading's took place for anyone who wanted to watch. He said maybe I would go there someday along with Chad and his brother as we certainly met the criteria for good looking white boys. I was very proud and it made my cock hard. That wasn't unusual though as Marcus gave us each pills everyday to do that. On the television, a local channel popped up at was on cable I guess where such topics were talked about in our county and other counties in the state where this lifestyle came to be. Sitting with Marcus' fist up my cunt one day, I heard them talk about ti an said that the black majority was breeding some boys now just to export as if they looked the right way, sexy I guess, they brought great sums of money. I knew it must be true as taxes on the property were no longer in effect.

Cody, Chad and I became so close that when masters didn't want us in bed with them, as they now had girlfriends who they also took to their beds with us only coming later to lick up the cum filled pussies and sweaty hole of our men, that we actually pretended to fuck one another. We weren't allowed to really fuck but our sucking and rimming brought us all off.

I think that our lives were as complete as they could be. I looked forward to making a welp to please my master and to maybe get to actually put my dick in a female pussy. Cody was so hung up on it I think he didn't need a pill anymore. Chad jsuted followed our lead and talked about it too.

We had no idea where life would take us. The town had changed so much. I guess the county had too. WE no longer really cared as we had no say in anything and like animals were merely there to do our tasks.

Shane smiled as he said that. He was a happy boy!


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