Sweet Bitch_The following story is a work of fiction. Dylan Sprouse, Cole Sprouse, and any celebrities mentioned here are real people, but they are treated as characters in this story. The text in no way implies any knowledge of the celebrities' true sexuality or actions, and it is not intended to suggest that the celebrities are straight, bisexual, or homosexual. This is from my imagination only; the events depicted here contain depictions of sexual acts with a minor or minors and are fictional and should not be construed as fact. If you are underage in your location, please do not read.
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The Sweet Sex of Dylan & Cole
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Sweet Bitch
**by hottcarter1987_
He got off the Suzuki bike and removed his helmet. The night air was humid but tolerable. Securing everything, the leather-clad figure made his way into the lobby of the hotel and found the bathroom off to the side and took a long piss. When he emerged, he spied one of the Sprouse twins, Dylan, leave through the front doors. He followed the kid outside and watched him while he lit a cigar and walked away. Damn, he thought. I was hopin' to get both of `em at the same time. Oh, well. The one I want is still here. He made his way to the front desk and asked for the room. Security wasn't a problem at this place, and the Oriental clerk readily gave him the suite number. He got on the elevator and pushed for the floor, rubbing his bulging crotch after the doors shut. He licked his lips in anticipation.
Ryan Merriman was horny.
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Ever since hitting puberty, the Sprouse twins had slept together as much as possible. When their parents weren't looking, one would sneak into the other's bed so that, even if they couldn't have sex, they could be together. When on trips with their parents, they slept separately, of course, but now that they traveled together without supervision, Cole found it much easier to sleep with his slightly older brother against his back, always in the nude and mostly with Dylan's hard prick rubbing his backside. Sometimes Cole would reassure himself during the night by reaching back and feeling his brother up before fading back off to dreamland.
This particular night, however, Cole groggily reached back and felt only the bed sheets. He turned with sleep-filled eyes and saw that Dylan was nowhere around. Having no idea where his minutes-older brother had gone. Cole wiped his eyes and got out of bed. He went to the bathroom to take a piss and then went out to the balcony. It was a very warm night, and the balcony was enclosed, so he thought nothing about going out buck naked. Lighting a cigarette, he leaned over the railing and looked at Tokyo. The 14th floor offered a breathtaking view of the city at night, which was lit up so brightly that the stars faded from view in the sky. Neon flashed from several vantage points, and cars streamed to and fro below him. Cole took a long drag of the cigarette and blew the smoke from his nose. From somewhere close by, probably a room on a nearby floor, he heard a little girl saying something in Japanese. Her little voice brought back the memory of molesting those two kids earlier in the evening. His cock began to get hard as he remembered the little boy he'd fucked and the tight little twat of the boy's sister as he'd entered her preteen womb. He reached down and stroked his prick as he remembered placing his hand over her tiny mouth to keep her from saying anything as he used her body--her form wriggling underneath him. He had so wanted to pump her baby pussy full of his abundant seed, but Dylan had chosen her for his fuck doll, so he'd had to reluctantly give her up. The girl's brother, though, had made a fine bitch, and he sodomized his ass hard before dumping his seed deep inside that tight little boy cunt. Thinking about it made Cole rub his hard cock harder, and he spread his legs a bit as he did so. He drew deeply on his cigarette, smoke puffing from his lips as he moaned in lust. He thought of the look on his brother's face as his head had reared back, his mouth pulled back in a perverted grimace, his body jerking as he shot his load into the little girl...
So intense were his thoughts that Cole never heard the door to his room open or sensed the presence of someone behind him. Ryan Merriman picked up one of Dylan's cigars from the nightstand and clamped his teeth on it. He stepped out to the balcony behind Cole and watched the boy masturbate for a minute or two. He fondled himself as he looked with lust-glazed eyes as Cole held his beautiful cock down between his legs and stroked his palm along the length of the shaft. Precum dripped onto the balcony floor, and the blond boy's ass moved up and down as he pleasured himself. Ryan held the cigar in his mouth as one of his hands gripped his crotch and the other reached under his black leather jacket and moved over his muscular torso and nipples. He rubbed his bulging leather pants in rhythm to the hot boy in front of him until he felt the time was right to make his presence known. He reached out a hand and laid it on Cole's gyrating backside.
Cole Sprouse felt the touch, and he moaned. "Dylan, bro," he sighed. "Where've you been, baby? How'd you know I was in the mood?" His head turned and saw Ryan. He jerked upward in surprise, only to be shoved back down again. Cole's cigarette left his fingers and fell to the street below.
"Stay just like that, my sweet bitch," Ryan firmly ordered. "You always did look good bent over." Ryan moaned as he stroked Cole's soft skin.
Cole couldn't believe it. Back in the days of filming The Suite Life of Zack and Cody, when he and Dylan were a mere 13-years-old, Ryan had shown up on set and befriended them both, got them high in their dressing room, and proceeded to molest them both forcefully. He returned once a month until the show morphed into The Suite Life on Deck to use and abuse them both. He paid particular attention to Cole (Dylan became the more dominant of the two and often helped Ryan fuck his brother). His pet name for Cole became "sweet bitch," and sex with Ryan was never easy or loving. It was hard and rough, usually including S&M and bondage, and Cole submitted willingly, enjoying the dirty treatment he got. He had not seen Ryan in years, however, and he was surprised to find the perverted stud there in his Tokyo hotel room. "Ryan," he breathed as the older stud started running his middle finger up and down his ass crack. "How'd you know I was here?" He felt the finger kneading his sphincter, and the old feelings came back to him, his breathing becoming deep and his cock getting harder.
Chewing on the cigar, Ryan pulled out his dick and stroked on it while keeping his finger on Cole's pussy. "Saw you guys at Vinnie's earlier. Was there getting me some little girl cunt. You didn't see me, but the minute I saw you two, my cock got so hard. Especially for you, my sweet bitch." He stuck his finger in Cole's anus and was rewarded by a deep sigh from the boy. "Got the name of the hotel from Vinnie, and here I am." He pulled his finger out and replaced it with the cigar. Gently, he fucked it in and out of Cole's boy twat. "This is gonna be like old times, baby. Am I still your daddy?"
Cole groaned as the cigar slid past his sphincter. "Yesss, Daddy," he hissed in ecstasy.
"Is my good little boy gonna put out for Daddy?" Ryan spat in his hand and greased up his cock.
"Uh-huh," Cole said in a little-boy voice.
Ryan grinned as he pulled the cigar from Cole's pussy. He licked the tip of it to savor the taste of the younger boy's ass before putting it in his mouth and lighting it. With the smoldering weed held tightly in his pearly-white teeth, Ryan held his big dick up to Cole's tight hole and shoved it all inside. Cole's head reared up as he shouted. "Yes!" exclaimed Ryan. "You've been missin' Daddy's big cock, haven't ya boy?" He held it inside the boy for a full minute before he began his fuck.
"Oooo, Daaadeee," Cole whined as Ryan stabbed him deep and hard from behind. The younger actor's brain was overloaded with the carnal sensations his rectum was sending to it. As much as he liked dominating boys and girls much younger than himself, he was the perfect bottom slut for his brother and anyone else who wanted to fuck him. Many of Hollywood's finest actors had used him for a cumdump, among them Aaron Carter, Dylan Patton, Boo Boo Stewart, Taylor Lautner, Justin Timberlake, Nick Carter, Austin Robert Butler, and most recently, skater Ryan Sheckler. None of them, however, had ever used and abused him like Ryan Merriman, and though the two didn't get it on like when he was a little boy, he would submit to his "daddy" anytime and anywhere.
"You have such a gooood pussy," Ryan moaned as he penetrated his boy deeper and deeper. He reached up to Cole's head, grabbed a handful of his blond hair, and jerked it back hard. Cole yelped, and Ryan taunted, "Who's your daddy, bitch?"
"You are!" Cole yelled back.
"And who owns this tight pussy?"
"You do!"
"And what are you?"
"I'm your sweet bitch!"
"Damn right!!" Ryan fucked Cole while holding his head back, grunting savagely as he increased his thrusts. Cole's boy cunt squeezed his big dick tightly with each push inside, and after several minutes, Ryan's bull balls began to tighten. He pulled out of the boy and stood back. Cole uttered a somewhat strangled scream as he busted his nut, his sperm splattering on the balcony floor. He then collapsed, lying on the concrete and panting heavily. Ryan tossed his now-spent cigar butt over the railing. "Get the fuck up, whore!" he barked. "I'm not done yet." He laid back in the lounge chair in the corner next to the balcony doors and ordered, "Get me another cigar. Now!" Cole scrambled to his feet and went inside. Upon returning, he held one of Dylan's black cigars out to his master. "No, bitch, light it for me," Ryan said as he stroked his cock. Cole lit up and puffed the stogie until it glowed, blowing the smoke from his pink lips. "Now, give it to me and get down here." Cole obeyed, handing the cigar to Ryan. The stud put it between his teeth and started smoking. He held his 11-inch prick up and said, "Slide that bitch mouth on my dick, fuck whore."
Cole gazed at his "daddy" for just a moment. Ryan's intense, lustful look bore into him as the older stud drew heavily on his cigar, the smoke emerging from his nostrils surrounding his gorgeous face. Cole licked his lips to wet them, and he sank down to his knees. His mouth opened, and he lowered his blond head. Ryan's giant cock entered his mouth, and the young boy's throat opened to allow it to travel inside. He felt one of Ryan's hands grip his head and push. "MMMPPH-AACCKK!" Cole sputtered as he choked on the invading penis.
"That's the way, sweet bitch," Ryan grunted as he forced Cole's head further down. "Be a good cocksuckin' faggot baby for your daddy. Shit!" Ryan writhed on the lounge chair, the tip of his cigar repeatedly glowing red as he smoked it, his hips gyrating as his cock plunged in and out of his prey's sucking mouth. He pulled on Cole's blond hair, his free hand joining the other in helping to push the head down as he thrust upward. As much as he loved fucking Cole's pussy deep, hard, and relentlessly, the boy's mouth and throat were far more of a turn-on. When the twins were little, he molested them by forcing them to suck his mighty dick for a long time before rewarding them by spewing his love seed all over their upturned faces. It was Cole, however, that took to eating his load, and as Dylan became the more dominant of the two, it was Cole who started to get the full brunt of Ryan's perverted sexual desires. Left on his own, the younger Sprouse was a dynamite cocksucker, but Ryan always felt compelled to do the driving and bang his penis into the kid's face. It made his orgasm that much more satisfying.
Cole loved giving head, and he loved big cocks. Sucking off Dylan was great, but guys like Ryan Merriman, who possessed freakishly large dicks, were what got him hornier than hell. He also got off on the rough treatment they gave him, and Ryan was an expert. He fucked you like he was raping you (and Cole knew his master had experience in that area, too). Ryan treated his victims as simply a hole to fuck--a means to an end, the end being his massive orgasm. Boys, girls, men, women...they were only fuck whores to him, cumdumps to use and abuse. And this suited Cole perfectly. He'd long ago accepted that, though topping was occasionally fun, he was a true slut bottom. Now, he simply held his mouth open, letting Ryan pound his tasty prick into his throat, and he enjoyed the flavor of the thick rod as it slid over his tongue. Ryan tasted different from his brother. The older stud had a very musky/sweet flavor, and often there was a hint of piss. His precum wasn't abundant, but a few drops would always come out, and its tanginess caused Cole's head to spin. He could feel the thick shaft pulsing, ready to spurt out its precious load into his waiting mouth.
Ryan stared intently at the bobbing blond head between his legs. His thoughts were occupied solely with getting off, though a brief image of Cole at 13 years old flashed quickly through his mind. For that instant, he saw a little boy desperately attempting to push himself off as Ryan had forced him to devour his horse-sized penis. He saw the small tyke struggling violently as the cock shoved its way past his tonsils, and he heard the gagging and choking that went with the deed. Now, Cole was a 19-year-old adult, involved in his own pedo affairs (after all, why frequent Vincent Kartheiser's kiddie brothel), but he was still the sweet, submissive bitch Ryan had always enjoyed fucking. Cole was blowing his cock like a gay porn slut, though his eyes were tearing as they always had done, and Ryan's lust raged throughout his body.
Finally, the time had come. Ryan felt his dick spasm, and he responded by shoving Cole's head all the way down. With the cigar held tightly in his teeth, the older boy grunted, "Take all of my sperm, you motherfuckin' whore." Ryan's prick pulsed twice before it ejaculated, ropes of cum shooting deep into Cole's throat. The boy sputtered at the volume of semen that made its way inside, trying hard to swallow each and every strand. So good was Cole at this--because of long-time blowjobs with his twin brother--that not a drop of Ryan's seed was wasted. All of the stud's load was ingested.
When it was over, Ryan stood, still puffing at the cigar. He held up Cole's head and wiped his spent but still semi-hard prick all over the boy's face. "Thanks, faggot," he said as he put his cock back in his leather pants and zipped up. "Hot damn, boy. You're still the best fuck around." He went into the hotel room and strutted to the door. "I'll catch you around, slut." It was typical of Ryan. Once he'd busted his nut, he was out the door. He didn't wait around for small talk.
Cole crawled up onto the lounge chair and promptly passed out, his ass still throbbing from Ryan's assault on it and his mouth tasting of delicious cum. He didn't hear his brother enter a few minutes later and climb into bed but instead slept soundly through the rest of the night, his dreams filled with images of being Ryan Merriman's sweet bitch.
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