Zack had arrived at the hotel to find a non-committal Cody, an angry brother, so, to avoid a fight, he had left, his target the mall, just for a while, to think, and be alone. He hated to be alone, of course, for his brother was quite important to him, but he had made a mistake, and angered Cody, so here he was, wandering aimlessly through the mall, currently in a clothes shop, one that Cody happened to really like.

Zack had the idea to buy something for Cody, maybe, to offer it along with an apology so that Cody knew he wasn't a dick on purpose; it just came natural. So he walked through the store, looking at things Cody would go mad for, spotting a boy who kept on staring at him as he went through the aisles. At first, he assumed that the boy wasn't really staring at him; it was just circumstantial that Zack saw him staring, but, as the boy was looking resolutely at a row of clothes, his eyes flitted to the left, and his head followed, his mouth falling open as he looked into Zack's eyes.

Yeah, he was staring.

The boy was maybe twelve, a blonde boy with rosy cheeks and pouty lips, his gaze quickly shooting back to the rack of clothes before him, looking away from Zack, clearly thinking he was being cleaver.

So Zack, as the boy looked away, slipped out of sight and worked his way over to the boy, creeping up behind him and grabbing him by the back of his neck.

"Don't scream!" Zack grunted. "You've been staring at me for a minute, boy, how about you tell me your business and be done with it. How can I help you?"

Zack pulled the boy slowly back, around the corner, against a row of pants. The boy looked up at him, wide-eyed wonder making him smile, and he stammered, "I-I-I wasn't trying to stare; I thought I recognized you, f-for a moment, but, when I knew that I didn't, I was j-just wondering why you look so sad!"

"You look like you have some kinda agenda, something you wanna say, more than that? I'm sad, yeah, my brother and I aren't getting along, what of it, huh? Can you help me with him? Can you help me at all?"

The boy turned more, glancing down Zack's body for a long moment. "N-no!"

"Yeah, you're a little queer, aintcha?"

The boy shook his head desperately.

"What's your name, queer boy? I'm Zack! My brother is named Cody, he's my twin." Zack held his hand out so the boy could grab it, and shake it.

"I-I'm Dustin!"

"Dustin. What are you here for? If you're a queer, and I guess that from how you've been looking at me, I'll guess that you were looking because you want what I have, don't you? But you don't know what I have, do you?"

Dustin shook his head slowly.

Zack grinned savagely, rubbing his hand roughly down Dustin's back to his firm, tight ass, taking it roughly, kneading his cheeks through his pants. Dustin moaned with embarrassment, glancing into Zack's eyes for a long, heated moment while he was explored.

He blushed furiously when Zack asked, "Ever had a dick in you? Ever fingered yourself?"

Dustin shook his head desperately, still staring into Zack's eyes like a cornered, frightened animal.

Zack's hand pulled the back of his shirt out of his pants and slipped into Dustin's underwear, groaning at the heat, at his soft, firm muscles and skin, pushing his finger between his cheeks, and down.

"A-aren't you gunna use l-lubrica-"

"Why would I have that?" Zack asked, pushing his finger against that tight little hole. "I'll be nice, boy, you relax." His fingertip felt Dustin's tight little hole flex, working in a circle before he pushed in to the first joint, whispering, "Shhh," when Dustin moaned. "You aren't saying no, are you boy?"

Dustin shook his head again, leaning his body against Zack, looking about to see if anyone was watching, but Zack had him alone here.

Zack pulled him closer, grinning at the boy pleasantly, not betraying what he was doing, keeping eye contact as he pushed his finger in more.

"You're really warm in there, and tight. I can tell you're a virgin." Zack's lip brushed the shell of Dustin's ear as he whispered menacingly to him. "You're a little queer, we can agree to this, yes?"

Dustin nodded frantically, his mouth falling open at the pain of being stretched like this, even though it was just one strong finger, tunneling into him. It was a new pain, an exquisite one, and he pushed himself closer to Zack. Zack was going just slow enough that it didn't hurt too bad, but it did hurt. Plus, he was in the store, and people could surely see them! What if they were found out?

Then Zack crooked his finger, towards Dustin's straining, hard little penis, hitting some magic nerve inside him that made him cum hard, that made him moan, but Zack was ready, pushing his hand against Dustin's mouth, hitting that spot again and pushing his finger up sharply, pushing to the base of his finger.

Dustin's moans subsided, and he looked, wide eyed, panting, into Zack's eyes still, hopeless as he felt his cum drying against his skin, a single drip of it running down his leg.

"You're a little fag, you know that Dustin? You came just like I knew you would. Easy." Zack heard footsteps approaching behind him and pulled his finger out of Dustin, pushing him away and turning about as a woman drew close to them. He schooled a helpless look onto his face. "Miss, can you show us to a dressing room? My brother is quite certain he's not got the right size, I was trying to check for him, but he insisted he's right!"

The lady smiled uncertainly, nodding a bit. "Yes, of course. Um, what style were you looking for?"

Zack pointed to one directly behind Dustin's head. As he had been exploring Dustin, he had made sure to glance about, when he wasn't staring into Dustin's eyes, of course. He took Dustin's hand and led him into the dressing room, smiling as he thanked the lady, but his smile melted off like butter when they were alone.

He grabbed Dustin and kissed his pouty lips, holding the boy by the neck, pushing all his weight on Dustin, grinding him against the wall, his erection heavy and obvious on Dustin's thigh. Zack pulled back, still holding the boy by his throat, looking him up and down, and grunted, "Ever sucked a dick before?"

Dustin's mouth fell open.

"N-n-n-"

"No?!" Zack's tone was mocking. "You want to find out what it's like?"

Dustin shook his head for a moment before he thought about it. "Y-yes, um, Zack, I do! But I can feel it! And I can feel it's HUGE!"

Zack rolled his eyes. "Eight inches, boy, you can fit that in your mouth. At least, half of it. Come on," he pushed the boy to his bum, down the wall, "you're gunna have to be quick, or we'll get caught."

Zack opened his pants, pulling his shirt up over his belly and holding it with his chin, glaring down into Dustin's ever wounded eyes, his hopeless, excited gaze desperately questioning his fate. It was unleashed, Zack's magnificent erection, eight inches long and very thick to boot, more than Dustin had ever expected to touch.

Dustin moaned, shifting up the wall a bit, wondering if that would fit in his mouth, but Zack's hand was already grabbing him by the hair roughly, holding that thick cock out for Dustin to take. Their eyes were locked. Dustin divested Zack's cock from him, moaning again from how heavy it was, glancing down to take in details, and he spotted Zack's massive, plump balls. He moaned again.

"M-mine's only like, three i-inches!"

Zack shrugged. "Sorry nature hates you."

"B-bu-"

"Enough talk," into Dustin's open mouth Zack pushed his cock, and the boy groaned at the taste, getting into it immediately, turned on that Zack was so demanding and forceful, his shaking fingers trying to find real estate as it went back to the top of his throat, the foreskin thick on his tongue, the skin soft but strong. He took one of Zack's balls into his fingers, rolling it, trying to use his tongue to help him along, as Zack started to moan quietly, leaning against the wall, rocking into his mouth, tugging Dustin's hair.

"You suck cock like a fucking pro," Zack grunted, "there is no way this is your first time."

Dustin couldn't speak for his mouthful, but he moaned to answer, pulling on the skin with his fingers, taking both of Zack's balls into his hands, squeezing them, rolling them, not able to do much with his mouth save use his tongue and lips, what with how hard Zack was thrusting in to the top of his throat.

Zack looked down at Dustin, moaning as the boy pleasured him, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He grunted, "You circumcised, boy?"

Dustin nodded his head as best he could.

So Zack pulled almost all the way out of his mouth, pulling with his fingers to work the foreskin off the head. "Feel that on your tongue? That's my foreskin. Because your father hates you, he deprived you of yours. Be nice to it, it's sensitive. I'm not a girl, so don't be a pussy about it, but suck it softer than the rest, understand?"

Dustin nodded, working his tongue under Zack's foreskin, tasting his pre-cum, the sweat from Zack's cock, working his head about in little rolling waves to try and serve as much pleasure to Zack that he could.

"Uh, go slower," Zack pulled Dustin's hair to make him slow it down. "Greedy boy, trying to get me to cum early. You want to taste it? I know this is your first time, you're real good, but you're nervous. That's a natural talent you got. Faggot."

Zack pushed his cock all the way to the top of Dustin's throat again, desperate to punish this boy for allowing this treatment of him. "Push your fucking jaw forward, and take a real deep breath." He felt Dustin obey, and grunted, "Relax your throat, boy."

He pushed his cock in slow, past Dustin's gag reflex, one that was making the boy wretch in a rather pleasant way, and into his throat, still looking down into Dustin's eyes, working in in a thick inch at a time, until it was all the way in, so that Zack's heavy balls rested on Dustin's chin, and his little hands grabbed the back of Zack's thighs.

"Uh, you dirty boy. Slut." He glared hotly into Dustin's eyes, pulling back just a few inches before he filled him to the brim once more. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

Dustin's eyes closed, his jaw trying to clench, his little fingers biting into the back of Zack's legs as he shook, surely cumming into his underwear a second time.

"You sure are. Did you just cum?"

"UH!"

Zack growled, pulling Dustin's head forward to rest against his chubby belly, leaning into the wall to force it even deeper in, working into Dustin's throat, knowing the boy could take it, even though he was desperately flailing about, pinching and squeezing the back of Zack's thighs, gagging from his throat still. Zack knew he couldn't breathe as he was, all stuffed with dick, but he could wait, just a minute...

It was less than that, but Zack didn't want to kill Dustin, so out came his cock, liberated from that hot, tight, constricted throat, and Dustin gasped in a breath, looking up into Zack's eyes, but it went back in before long, back into his mouth to be sucked and teased.

Zack took it for a while longer before he decided to cum, choosing a time when he was in Dustin's throat, his eyes rolling back in his head, and he started to cum, the first thick jet lost into Dustin's throat, but the rest filled his mouth when Zack pulled out, pulling his hair hard, cumming in spurts, leaning into the wall as he panted.

Zack glared down at Dustin, grunting, "Keep it in your mouth, fag, you wanted it, you taste it for a minute." Zack fell to his knees in front of the boy, grabbing Dustin by the shoulders. "I like you kid. You're a real slut, willing to do anything. You haven't fought me at all, and you even came when I was in your throat. I could have gone on a while, but I think we need to be going, don't you think? How's that taste?"

Dustin smiled as best he could, his pouty lips quite cute from it, as he tried to be good for Zack.

"Great. You should go back to my house so I can take your other virginity, what do you say? Swallow and answer, boy."

Dustin made a scene of swallowing and moaned, "W-whadda mean, 'm-my other virginity?'"

"I wanna fuck your ass, I'll be slow."

"Z-Zack! I barely took your f-finger!"

"I have a nice thing of lube. Come on, we'll get it all done in one day, I'm horny still!"

Indeed, he still had a very obvious erection.

"B-but Zack, I'm sore."

"You haven't said no, so I'll assume yes. Let's go." He pulled Dustin to his feet, and yanked his pants on, grinning that Dustin was staring hopelessly at his thick cock, licking his lips as he watched it, and his pouty bottom lip drooped when it was gone.

They left the store, not getting anything, ultimately, lying to the girl that the clothes provided didn't fit, and went into the park across the street from the mall. Zack walked with his arm over Dustin's shoulder, not speaking to him, for he knew that nothing needed saying right now. Dustin was quivering, knowing his fate and speeding towards it, wanting to please, to degrade himself for a reason that Zack didn't understand.

In the hotel, Zack crept in to see that his mother was working, just for a moment, and was glad to see that she was on for another four hours, so he had a long time to work Dustin over.

In the elevator, he kissed Dustin against the corner, holding his neck like the first time, just at the border of choking the boy, but he was still nice. Dustin's little hands touched Zack's chubby belly, moaning as he was grabbed and held, captured for this punishment.

After Zack released him, Dustin whimpered, "My daddy is staying here."

"Oh yeah? Why aren't you with him?"

"I live in a condo out by the bay; he's a very rich business man, negotiating a deal to absorb another company."

"Why do you live alone?"

Just as Dustin was about to answer, the door opened onto the eighteenth floor, and a man got on, hitting the button for the ground floor, not looking at them, and Dustin didn't speak. On the twenty-third floor, they got off, Zack pulling Dustin with him, and the key card to the suite out of his back pocket was slid into the lock. In he took Dustin, grinning at Cody as he came.

"Go into the bedroom, boy, I'll be right in."

Dustin was pushed forward, and he nodded, walking quickly towards the bedroom. Zack grinned at his brother as Cody stood.

"I know I was dumb Cody, but you're mad, he's horny, and so am I. I'm gunna take his virginity. If you're so mad that you want him gone, it'll have to wait until after I'm done."

"His virginity, Zack, he's like eleven!"

"So what, he can take it."

"Your dick is huge! He'll break at the hinges!"

"I'll be slow, dude, he's a super slut, he'll be alright. If you want to watch, you can come in." Zack walked by his brother, not caring to listen to Cody splutter at him. He shut the door, stripping his shirt off carelessly and pointing at his bed. "Get naked boy, we have a few hours, but I'm not gunna get caught inside you."

"Was that your brother?"

"Yes, now get naked," Zack pulled Dustin's shirt over his head and pushed him face first against the sheets, pulling his pants off quickly, groaning from the sight of his tight ass. Zack pulled his drawers open to find his bottle of lube and tossed it on the bed, taking his pants and underwear off as one, grinning at Dustin as the boy turned about to try and look at him, his entire body shaking with fear.

"Speak when spoken too, understand me?" It wasn't really a question. Dustin wasn't saying no, though, nor was he trying to leave. He could have gone on home, but instead he was here, here for what only Zack could give. "Say yes or no."

"Yes."

"On your back or on your belly. How do you want it?"

Dustin was on his back right now, his legs drooping to the floor, his little penis hard as could be, his little fingers churning about themselves, over his chest. His eyes were looking across the length of Zack's body, at his chest, his chubby belly, his erection, and his serious face. Zack knew what he was doing, and although he was clearly horny, he wasn't going to do anything rash. He was in control.

"W-what's easier?"

"We can communicate when you're on your back, I'll know when you are in pain. Again, you speak when I allow you, but your eyes will tell me all I need to know."

"O-on my back then."

Zack took up the lube, nodding carefully, pouring it onto his fingers before he capped it and dropped it on the bed again. "No complaining, boy, you take my fingers steady and even. When it hurts, take a deep breath, and blow it out, relax, and focus, listen to my words. I've done a lot of boys, you understand me, so I know what I'm doing. My fingers, plural, are going in smooth and steady. Don't complain."

And he pushed his fingers against Dustin's hole, glaring into the boy's eyes, pulling his little cock and balls out of the way. Dustin lifted his legs so Zack could access him, holding the back of his knees with a pretty blush on his cheeks, moaning from how cool the lube was. Zack made a circle, pushing against the edge of Dustin's hole, and shoved two fingers in just a bit, forcing a husky moan from Dustin's throat.

"O-ow!"

"Speak when spoken to, boy, follow my orders."

"I-I can-huh-can't n-not speak, Zack! I-it's incredibly p-painful!"

Zack grunted, keeping the pressure on, working in slow, stopping occasionally to make a careful little circle, whispering, "Relax your hole, boy."

Dustin nodded, breaking a shaky breath in and letting it out again, letting his head fall back on the bed as he was stretched. Zack wasn't being incredibly friendly, but he wasn't rushing, or being rude on purpose, but this hurt, and he knew it.

He rather wanted to hear Dustin squeal, to moan as he was entered for the first time, and used as he was needed. He would have entered Dustin right away if he hadn't been a virgin, and wanted to hurry this foreplay along so he could start fucking Dustin hard.

On the plus side, he had a pretty subject to work on. Dustin's face was earnest, helpless, and he knew what was coming, but his belly was taut, the fingers holding his knees were white, he was sweating all over, and his little cock had let out a little bit of clear pre-cum.

He would be a loud one to fuck, that was for sure, and Cody would hear, and no doubt be jealous.

Zack fell to his knees, pulling both of his fingers out and licking Dustin's little tight hole from the bottom all the way to his tiny balls, forcing a little grunt out of the boy, so Zack licked again, and again, working Dustin to the point that he was panting, groaning, before he shoved his fingers back in, two of them, middle and pointer, all the way to the knuckle, and Dustin came hard.

"Z-Z-ZACK!"

"Shut up boy." Zack stood back up, pulling his fingers back almost all the way before they shoved back in, and worked up a painful, forceful rhythm, making Dustin take it for a few minutes before he added another finger, not stopping to ask Dustin if he was ready. He knew the boy would be in trouble when it was time to get the dick in him, so there was no need to be too nice now.

Dustin eventually lifted his head up, looking desperately down the length of Zack's body, to his heavy, thick cock, and whimpered, "I-is that gunna fit in me?"

"You keep talkin' boy, and you're gunna fit more than just my cock. I know some boys at school that are just as big as me, and I'll have them come along, and one after another, we'll wreck your ass for a few hours. And I mean tomorrow. So don't speak, unless you want that. Got me?"

Dustin nodded frantically.

Zack chuckled. "Great."

He took up the bottle of lube and poured it onto his hard cock, slicking in on with his hand, and pulled his fingers out. There was no way to do this and be friendly, so…

"Breathe in, boy." Zack's cock was pushed against that tight hole, and his hand slid up Dustin's belly, to his chest, and latched on to his shoulder. "I'm going in."

Dustin nodded.

Zack pulled his foreskin back, scooting forward with his feet, holding his cock steady, his eyes rolling back when he felt the heat, mashing his cock against Dustin's hole, trying to get it to accept all that Zack had to offer.

"Breathe out, boy."

Dustin did, and as his hole relaxed, Zack started to cram the head of his cock into Dustin, working it hard with his hand, leaning all his weight against his cock, and slowly, surely, he got just the head in, as Dustin whimpered and complained, shouting, rolling his head about on the bed.

"That's just the tip, boy; we still got seven more inches to teach you about. These'll be easier if you focus on breathing and relaxing. You alright? You can say yes or no."

Dustin took a long moment to speak, but he grunted, "I'll make it."

"Yes or no boy."

Zack put all his weight on his cock, pushing a thick inch in, glancing down to watch it disappear into the boy, spreading his muscles wide.

"O-oh ZACK!"

Dustin came, all over his belly, his hole clenching in a marvelous way, and Zack growled, shoving another two mean inches in, half way now, but it wasn't enough, and Dustin wasn't saying no, so Zack kept the pressure on, making Dustin take it to the hilt, slowly but surely, adding inches when he felt Dustin breathe out, a sort of collaborative effort they shared, this intense stretch.

It lasted until Zack was all the way inside, this massive weight up the middle of Dustin, filling him in a way he had never imagined or expected. Zack glared into Dustin's eyes, keeping a hold of his shoulder, letting him know who was boss, who was in control. Dustin knew he could never get away from this now, not that he wanted to. It hurt more than anything he had ever felt before, but that threat, that Zack knew big studly boys who would be willing to use him as well, convinced him to keep silent.

Zack grunted in a heavy, husky voice, "You're mine, aren't you?"

Dustin nodded desperately, not daring to break eye contact. Zack still had it in deep, his chubby belly pushing against Dustin's little balls, his incredible cock throbbing and hot inside. He was snared, and could never escape.

Zack pulled back three inches and slammed back in, forcing a shout out of Dustin and making the boy cum again. He let his knees go and grabbed the sheets on Zack's bed, gathering up handfuls, biting his pouty bottom lip, his eyes still open and captive by Zack's gaze.

"Now, I'll start my rhythm," grunted Zack, as he indeed pulled back to start thrusting more, setting a beat that pounded into Dustin very hard, even though the thrusts weren't very long. He was just too big to handle.

Zack was sweating as well; it ran down his chest and chubby belly. He was growling, grunting savagely, holding Dustin's shoulder still with one hand, for leverage, and used the other to massage the boy on his belly, slamming in and pulling out in a heavy, strong rhythm. Zack let his eyes close, falling into the sensation-

Dustin let out a little sob, shocking Zack for a moment, pulling him from his assault for a brief moment. He glanced at the boy, more than ready to stop if the boy asked, but he hadn't stopped, and Dustin wasn't speaking. He had his little fingers in his mouth, his eyes full of tears that streamed down his cheeks.

"What' wrong, boy, what's got you crying?"

"Y-you, oh, you're t-taking m-my, ow, virginity!"

Zack nodded. "What of it. You find it special?"

"Y-y-yeah!"

Zack chuckled, "Well, it sure is new for you. Is this alright, can you take it faster?"

Dustin shook his head. "I-I can b-barely take t-this!"

"As you said before, boy, you'll make it."

Zack kept at it, still glaring at Dustin, still fucking him hard and strong, and it lasted for quite a long time, fifteen, thirty, forty-five minutes, and finally, Zack growled, "You want me to cum?"

Dustin nodded desperately.

"Just relax, boy, I still got some more for you."

Zack had Dustin's thighs in his hands, pushing them apart to thrust into him with no issue, rolling his hips, sweating down the length of his body, but he was settled and focused. He had long sense ruined Dustin, turned him to a sore lump of moaning boy, but now was for Zack to exert his dominance. He could have gone on for hours like this, and Dustin would have had to take it, all the way to the end.

This thought and the look in Dustin's eyes, that trapped, helpless, guilty look, made Zack cum hard and deep, buried all the way inside, slamming in as he growled, leaning forward to grab onto Dustin's shoulders again, rubbing his belly all over Dustin's little cock, grinding into him as he finished cumming.

He fell forward onto the boy, panting, kissing Dustin neck roughly, taking his time before he righted himself and considered pulling out, glad to see that he still had a solid erection.

"Keep your hole tight when I pull out, boy, you've gotta keep all that in you. We'll see if you can get pregnant! I'll get you dressed so you can go."

Zack slid on out, sighing as the pressure left him, rather wanting to fuck Dustin a second time, but he needed to get the boy on his way before his mother turned up at the suite and killed him. He pulled Dustin's underwear on him, grinning as the thought that they would be soaked while he went home crossed his mind, and it seemed Dustin realized that as well.

"Z-Zack, can I talk now?"

Zack shrugged.

Dustin shifted back onto his elbows, glancing down at his underwear. "Um, c-can I shower before I go?"

"I don't think you should, no. Keep that inside you so you don't get wet, alright, get on up. How you getting home?"

"I'll, um, c-call a car."

"Sweet." Zack pulled Dustin's pants on for him, and passed his shirt over, pulling his pants on, nothing else, and dragged Dustin to his feet. "Getcher shoes on, boy, let's go. We're burning daylight."

Zack grinned as a sour look fell over Dustin's face. Clearly, he had failed to hold Zack's cum inside himself, and was now quite wet. No time to wait though, he was already being pulled over to the door, his shoulders held by Zack's hands, and marched through the living room, past a slightly bemused, slightly annoyed Cody, and to the door.

Dustin tried to turn about to kiss Zack, but the door was flung open and he was pushed out, his face wide and shocked, and all that Zack said was, "You know where to find me if you want more!" as he closed the door in Dustin's face...