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Bitch Boy Breaker 08 - Note - as you can probably tell, you can read these in almost any order -
Club Boy's Cherry Popping by AlphaSpirit adapted from another story of mine entitled--"Pop My Cherry"---
"I want you to pop my cherry!"
It was deafeningly loud in the club, and the twink had to shout in my face for me to catch half of what he was saying. The young club goer's speech was slurred, his thin, white shirt drenched with sweat and alcohol. A wisp of an effeminante fariy, he'd gotten glitter and face paint all over his young, boyish face. The boy's limp wrists dripped with tie-dyed bangles and bracelets, seeming to jangle silently in the raucous cacophony of the club, late one crazy summer night.
I didn't think I'd caught what the sexy, petite club boy was saying. "What?" I shouted back. I thought I'd heard the sissy bitch offerring his holes for my pleasure, but...
The boy was a tiny thing, maybe 5'3", barely 100lbs. From years of experience, I knew they ID'd everyone who came in this place. It had a reputation for getting nasty and out of control come the wee hours. On the other hand, if I'd been out in the street, I'd have had to check this kid wasn't too young. His long, dyed blonde hair was loose and constantly falling in front of his eyes, and he had on snug, spandex bike shorts that hugged his lithe, little hips.
A loud surge in the crowd, bodies pulsing to the bass, people bumping into each other. The little club slut was brought up by the fray right in my face. The faggot attempted to raise his voice, shouting a few sentences, but all I could catch was what he said at the end, which was, "Pop my cherry!"
So, this kind of thing had happend to me before, an alpha stud with a rough edge, a virtual magnet for masochists, sick-in-the-head boy sluts who wanted to push their limits and bring out their fucked-up fantasies. Porn addict fags who were slowly turning into the awful filth they consumed religiously. Freaky, rough, physical fucking. Degrading and humiliating sex acts. Immoral and deplorable degradation... Just the kind of thing I'd come to the club for in the first place!
"You can cum inside me!" Up close to the boy, I bent down so the little club slut could speak clearly into my ear. " I just started taking Prep! And it'll be suuuuuper tight!" Not a timid one, the young firecracker stuck his pink tongue into my earlobe.
For example, this little cunt. He was 18. Blonde, slim and tight. Long and feminine hair, an angelic, cherub face. A waist I could rock with just one hand. Prime of his life, and, if I wanted to believe him, a virgin. This hot piece of ass could sell his cunt to a Japanese businessman for thousands of dollars. But here he was, and he wanted to throw his precious virginity away on me, a guy he didn't even know, in a club late at night where nobody cared about him. The boy was, unsurprisingly, wasted; pupils dilated from some concoction of drugs, words slurred.
"My friend wants you to fuck him!" the boy had 'friends', slut enablers. Undoubtedly the ones who had gotten him drunk, high, and built up his reckless proposition toward me. The faghags had on sick, wicked smiles, like they were in on something.
Thank god for bad boys who make bad decisions.
"Sounds good to me," I smiled, pulling the young club boy closer to me.
I danced with the fag. More like animalistic dry humping. I was essentially fucking him through the fabric of my pants and his tight spandex bottoms. The kid moaned and twerked like a veteran whore. My cock strained against his tiny, petite ass and he thrusted and grinded against me savagely. I could probably have taken his 'virginity' straight through the clingy fabric.
The small boy let me grope him all over his smooth, hairless body. Just a white shirt over tiny, diamond hard nipples straining against the palms of my hands as I snaked my much larger paws under his white tube top. His skin was slick with sweat and he was chewing on bubble gum fiercely, grinding his teeth in a frenzied, drug-fueled lust.
"God, your cock is gonna rip me apart!" He twerked his ass up and down. "Fuck it's so big."
Club boy's friends flitted around, a typical collection of millenial good-for-nothings. They plied one another with more booze and drugs: MDMA, coke, speed. These kids fancied themselves as high rollers, out with daddy's credit card and not a care in the world. After a particularly big dab of ectasy and a huge line of cocaine, the blonde club boy reeled and he staggered against me, leaning his entire body on my chest. The thin thing convulsed momentarily as the drugs hit him particularly hard. Then, blue eyes snapping open with fire, his tiny hands were all over me, under my shirt and in my hair, but mostly jacking me off through the strained fabric of my pants.
"I can't wait for this huge slab of dick! Hey, Mister. You wanna break my cunt my virgin hole right here on the dance floor, rip my ass apart with everyone watching?" the boy asked, really playing up the eagerness. It was hot; all men want to rut, and having a shameless slut admit there's nothing more on their mind than the same is always an ego-rub. The blonde fuckmeat put his other hand in his Lycra spandex shorts and onto his fag dick, rubbing his brain way. "I shaved today!"
Cooler heads prevailed. One of the kid's friends wanted more booze. One wanted to use the restroom. They actually had a VIP table in the back of the club. It was there that the waify blonde, hand still rubbing his tiny stub of a dick underneath his shorts, sat up on the table. Containers of alcohol fell to the floor and he spread his pale, barely post-pubescent legs, leaning back and writhing on the cool metal of the table. The kid fingered his own butthole through the fabric of his shorts.
"Pop my cherry, pop my cherry!" the kid's mantra was crazed, frantic. He was masturbating furiously. "Oh my god, please, please, please pop my cherry!" He was rolling out of his mind on Molly, booze, and speed.
I wrapped a hand around one of his skinny calves with ease, pulling him down to where the table ended. With a hearty effort, I grabbed the material of his Spandex shorts and, jerking the boy's lower half a foot off the table, ripped the shorts straight off him. His cocklet was oozing clear precum, one hand busy playing with himself. The other hand shot to his perky little butt, sinking a manicured finger into his hole.
"Isn't my pussy pretty?" the slut cooed, whipping two fingers around his entrance and spreading it open for me to inspect. "Isn't it pretty?" It was a perfect, narrow, shaved rosebud, glistening with sweat.
That was it. Virgin or whatever, this cunt was getting destroyed right then and there. I unceremoniously unzipped and pulled out my achingly hard erection. The young, innocent blonde dimwit bit his lip as he looked down at me looming over him. "Oh my god that looks so evil. Fuck it's going to ruin my pure little pussy." I pack a solid dick, and it could probably cut diamonds it was so hard at the prospect of battering open this teen, 'virgin' cunt. "Gonna destroy my teeny, tiny, perfect pussy!"
The blonde was so worked up on drugs and lust: his own words and his furious masturbation sent him over the edge. He started shooting from the tip of his dick, squirting all over himself as his blue eyes rolled back in his head. The boy repeatedly thrashed on the VIP club table like an animal in heat, spewing the most deranged, drug-addled dirty talk imaginable. "Ohmygod fuck me, break me, snap me in half, make my ass into a pussy!"
I spat onto my hand and ran it up and down my girthy boner, aiming it at the slut's hairless opening. This little cunny had stood pristine and untouched for all these years. I couldn't wait to punch it open and blast my load inside.
The little blonde cunt couldn't wait either. His ass lips twitched against the crown of my rod, and, almost foaming at the mouth, he repeated retardedly, "Pop my cherry! Pop my cherry! Pop my cherr-EEEEEE--!"
I took the 18 year's old virginity with an unceremonious thrust, sinking my dick into his formerly immaculate depths. The faggot was shrieking in a high, shrill voice. To stop the boy's screams, I reached down and covered his mouth with my hand. His blue eyes bulged and his hips spasmed. The club boy's thin, naked arms thrashed around mindlessly in ecstasy and agony.
The fag's cunt was soooooo tight. It was actually almost hard to get all the way in. I'd managed to slam half of my uncompromising length in on the initial thrust, but the bitch boy's pussy was shallow and closed. Grabbing a bottle of beer off the table, I dumped the contents on my dick, up into the homo's shuddering hole. All that mattered was how good my cock felt ruining this kid's lifetime accomplishment, being his 'first'. The tepid lubrication of the beer and the boy's own gut sauce made it easier to force a few more inches deep into him, pushing the folds of his inner walls away to make room.
The blonde club boy was thrashing around on my cock, but I still had a firm clamp on his face, keeping him silent. Then, I felt something moist and dainty on the palm of my hand that was covering his mouth, and I realized he was desperately tonguing me, licking the palm of my hand. The boy's entire 5'3 frame was wracked in a spasm: he was cumming from getting deflowered. The little tongue pushed through a crack in my fingers and licked reverently.
"Oh my god yes, fuck yes, fuck me, fuck me." As I took my hand away from the club slut's mouth, he devolved into a torrent of pscyho-babble dirty talk. "Ruin my ass, Mister. Make it a cunt. Use my holes. Use them, Daddy. Rip me apart."
There's nothing like a naturally depraved teen piece of fuckmeat discovering the true purpose of getting his shit pushed in for the first time in his young life.
I spat in the 18 year old's face and slapped him across his angelic face, sending his blonde hair flying and leaving a red mark on his glittered cheeks. "That's right, you little slut. I'm going to break your pussy."
"It's yours, Mister. Trash it." Fags like these don't have limits; they've become the porn they watched since they were in middle school. "Use me."
With a free hand, he scooped up the spit under his lip and put it in his mouth. I quickly reached up and, taking his hand in mine, pried open the kid's mouth. Before I started choking him on his own fingers, the teen blonde rape dream managed to whisper, "Hurt me."
The bitch's tight teen pussy spasmed and coiled around me as I savagely slammed him, rocking his lithe body and the nightclub table with fierce force. The further I drove his fingers down his throat, the tighter the slut's pussy clenched. It was like he was about to snap my dick off in his abdomen.
"You're just holes, you worthless slut." The blonde's blue eyes, pupils dilated and darting about, began to bulge as I kept up the dual assault on his windpipe and his devirginized cunt. Twisted out of his mind, he was continuously cumming, soaking his lean torso and the table with gushing dick juice, like he was trying to decorate a porno scene. I could feel the tip of my cock slamming against the end to his guts, rocking him to the bone.
Leaving the boy's fingers deep in his mouth, I pulled out a spit soaked hand and started wringing his scrawny neck. The kid clawed and fought, his guts going crazy, boypussy clenching and churning on my dick. It felt like heaven, but, after only a minute of choke fucking the boy, his arms went limp and he started to change color on me.
Going to jail would be no fun, so I let the club rapebait catch his breath, smacking him awake. The kid must have been either choked out or gaga on the drugs, because he acted like he just came to, sputtering and coughing, a string of saliva blurping past his gasping lips. He looked scared when I slapped him again, leaving a deep, stinging red handprint, then gripped him by the neck again. The boy's eyes bulged as I stared him down, nonstop ripping up his ass with furious thrusts.
"Beg me to breed your cunt, bitch."
"Breed me! Breed me! Oh my god, anything you want. Just cum in my pussy. It's yours now, Mister. My pussy belongs to you now."
"And any man who wants your used-up cunt afterwards."
We'd attracted quite the attention with our sexploits, even tucked back there in the VIP. Silhouettes of hovering male figures flickered in the strobe lights; the blonde boy's friends there too, simpering and fawning over the men, fluffing their lust-filled cocks until they would be able to take their turn on their 'friend'. The boy saw them and shivered, a slut in a dream. "Anything. I don't care. Just cum in my pussy. Use me to make you feel good."
Grasping on his hips, feeling the bones beneath his lean frame, I started to take long, vigorous lunges, smashing his hole against the table. The blonde club boy squealed and shrieked, screaming obscenities, inviting abuse as I got ready to fill him with my cum. I was literally using the young, limber body like a sextoy, pulling him up and down along the ridges of my dick as I drove myself in and out of his ass.
When I came, it was violent and dangerous. I was fucking the 18 year old club slut so hard that he could have gotten brain damage from his head banging around on the metal table. Not that I would have cared... His ravaged boypussy was clinging to my dick, nursing thick, hot blasts of my nut into his deepest core. Rooting the teen slut like an animal, I knew my fingers and thumbs would leave him black and blue all along his taut waistline and ribcage where I grasped him.
Heaven is hatefuck-deflowering a teenage boy in a nightclub without even exchanging names.
I pulled out of him with a wet, loud pop (and an ecstatic gasp from the blonde).
"Who's next?" one of the blonde's friends stepped out of the shadows, leading two monstrously tall and hung figures out of the darkness towards the shivering, thoroughly violated figure splayed across the nightclub table.
I turned to leave.
"Wait."
There was a hand on my wrist, the blonde. Shaking, he pulled himself off the table and fell at my feet. Pressing his face to the filthy floor, the boy arched his back and raised his ass up in the air at me. I could see my handiwork, the boy's destroyed asspussy: the hairless snatch gaped open, battered and bruised, a mixture of the kid's juices and my cum drooling obscenely out of the once immaculate orifice.
The blonde club boy spread his firm, pert bubble butt apart, and said, "I want you to pop my cherry again, please."
- end Bitch Boy Breaker 08 - Club Boy's Cherry Popping