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Subject: Real Life Popper Trainer: Chapter 6 Hey guys, hope you like this one. It’s getting more and more extreme for little Sammy, and I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for the feedback I’ve received so far, I’ve had some great chats with some of you, and your ideas and suggestions have been very helpful. If anyone wants to reach out, please do. I love chatting with you guys. Please remember, this story below is complete and utter fiction, and it should stay that way. Leave your fantasies in your head, where they belong. Let kids be kids. Again, as with previous chapters, this story acts as popper trainer. Real world rules apply, poppers are not for everyone and they are not to be taken lightly. If you feel ill, STOP. Have a drink, get some fresh air. I cannot be held responsible for your actions. There are A LOT of hits in this chapter, be warned. You don’t have to do them all, go at your own pace. Last, and by no means least, donate to Nifty. It’s an amazing place that has kept me cumming for years. Support it as much as you can! Chapter Six My body was in shock. It really didn’t know what had happened to it. I knew what virginity was from the older boys on the playground, and from what they said it was something that was a big deal. So for mine to be stripped from me, without much input from myself, so vigorously; and then to have it so thoroughly fucked out of me by twenty grown men, was something else. My Dad unfastened my legs and then lifted me out of the sling. He held me tight against his big, sweaty, hairy body; and instinctively I wrapped my arms and legs around him. He kissed me deep and I kissed back, the both of us moaning as we did so. I felt random hands pawing at me, and from the way they were moving, I guessed they were pawing at Dad too, but I wasn’t really focused on them. I was focused on my Dad. He had always been the most important man in my life, and the person I loved the most; and here now he was making all my dreams come true, even if I didn’t know I even held those dreams. He must have known they were there, deep in my subconscious, just waiting to be brought out. He pulled back from the kiss and smiled down at me. I tried to smile back, but I’m sure I must have looked a state. I was sweaty, and my face was covered in sweat and pre-cum and saliva and throat slime and God knows what else. `Fuck, you look sexy, son!’ said my Dad. I giggled up at him, though my throat hurt a little from the pounding it had taken whilst the men used it to keep their dicks warm whilst I was getting fucked. `Did you enjoy that?’ he asked, `I did, Daddy’ I replied, my voice sounded achingly small compared to his, `it felt really good by the end, though it did hurt a bit when you started, like you said it would’. `See’ he grinned, `I told you we wouldn’t guide you wrong. And we haven’t finished yet’. I giggled again. `Are you ready for more?’ he asked, `Yes, Dady’ I smiled up at him, `Good boy, let’s get you settled’. He placed me back in the sling, and then looped my ankles through straps attached to the top of the slings’ chains. This were looser than the shackles they’d been fastened in whilst I was getting fucked. These at least let me move my feet somewhat. He left my arms free. `Comfy there, Sammy?’ asked my uncle. I nodded up at him, thankful my arms were free. Now I could play with my own little docket. `Yes, Uncle Mike’ I answered. The group around me cheered at my answer. `Good boy!’ he cried before he leant down and stuck his tongue down my throat, as he pulled back, he declared, `Initiative Level Six’ `This level is about opening you up wide and deep, faggot, so we’ve really got to fuck you up!’ The bottles were held up to my nose by my Uncle and Gary, and they stroked my head absentmindedly as I was instructed to huff. `HIT!’ `HIT!’ `HIT!’ `HIT!’ `HIT!’ My head began to spin again, and I felt that feeling deep inside my hole coming back. It was like an itch that I couldn’t scratch. `HIT!’ I felt someone running their finger around the plug in my hole, and looked down to see my Dad concentrating on my hole. `HIT!’ He grabbed the base of it and wiggled it around gently. I groaned and began to drool. `HIT!’ The bottles moved away, leaving me in gooning mess. I could feel my tongue lolling out of my mouth, but couldn’t do nothing about it. My entire body was at the mercy of these men, their poppers, and whatever they were planning to do to me. Now the bottles weren’t at my nose, the men had gathered around my Dad, and were all watching what he was doing to my arse, lazily walking their semi-hard dicks. I made a very odd noise in the back of my throat as my Dad pulled the plug out of my hole with lilt ceremony. A felt a stream of cum run out of my arse following it, and    reflexively tried to clamp shut to keep it inside me; but of course, I failed. The men cheered again, though their tone had changed, it was now deeper, darker. Their eyes were glued on my hole, though whatever it looked like, they looked happy with it. One of them produced a reusable water bottle from somewhere, you know the type with the funny lid you suck on; and handed it to my Dad. I initially thought they were going to give me another drink, but he upended it in my hole and squeezed. I felt like I was being filled again, but I couldn’t work out what with. `Let’s get this pussy lubed up, fuckpuppet’ said my Dad without looking at me. I could see him working between my legs, and could see he was pouring a very thick cloudy liquid from the bottle onto the pointed end of the plug. He suddenly snapped the bottle shut and handed it off to one of the men. `Do you think you can push out for us, puppy? he asked, and I tried to bear down as much as I could. It felt odd, and I’;m not sure how successful it was, but the men gasped happily so I must have done something good. `Good boy’ growled my father almost absentmindedly. Again, he didn’t look at me. I felt the plug slip back inside me, it was much smoother this time. Clearly the lube was doing its’ job. However, it was still a big plug for a relatively small hole and I began to struggle as it widened out. I groaned as it stretched me, and then it was over as my hole snapped (as much as it could snap) down onto the narrow neck. But I had no chance to recover. My Dad pulled it out again, and then pushed it back in again. He gave me no chance to get used to it, and although the feeling wasn’t painful, it was extremely unusual. I felt like my butt was going to fall out. `Help!’ I yelped, and at once two of the guys şişli travesti were holding bottles under my nose. `I’m not going to stop whilst you huff, son’ said my Dad, `but I will go slowly. Let me know when you’ve finished, ok?’ `Yes Daddy’ I squealed. `HIT!’ I looked up to the man to my right. He was tall and thin, and covered in muscles. His dick was slimy and something inside me wanted him to fuck me hard. `HIT!’ I looked now to the man on my left. He was much shorter, and wider, and covered in dark brown fur. One of those guys who looks like he should be fat, but was in fact pure muscle. He had a short, fat dick, like a fire hydrant; and I wanted him to fuck me gently I I played with his body hair and he made me scream with joy. `HIT!’ I could feel my hole spasming around the plug. `HIT!’ `HIT!’ `HIT!’ I was starting to be able to relax around the widest part of the plug now. It was starting to feel like my hole was giving up around it. The lube felt amazing, it was slippery and smelt like Christmas. It allowed Dad to fuck me deep and fast without hurting me. `HIT!’ `HIT!’ Dad could now fuck me with the plug without any resistance. It slid in and out easily, stretching me deeper and wider than I thought possible. But then who really thinks about how deep or wide they can stretch a nine year old boys’ hole? `HIT!’ I waved the bottles away as speech was beyond me. Instead I made odd little yelping noises as my Dad began to increase the speed he was fucking me with the plug. `Fuck yeah, pig. Look at that pussy!’ declared my father, `no fucking resistance at all!’ The men behind him grunted their agreement. They were laser focused on my hole, and their dicks were no longer semi-hard. They were all hard as rocks. After a particularly deep thrust which saw my cunt offer no resistance to the silicone invader, my Dad pulled it out with a flourish, and I experienced yet oddest sensation yet, it was like my hole was following the toy out. `Fuck yeah!’ shouted my Dad, and his sentiments were echoed by the rest of the men, `look at that little baby rose!’ I had no idea what he meant, but if they were happy, then I was too. `Let’s see if we can make it bigger, shall we? asked my Dad to no-one in particular. He produced another toy from beneath me. This one was thinner and longer, but had ridges along its’ length, which got bigger as it flared out toward the base. He lubed it up again, spreading the thick liquid from the sports bottle long its’ length with his hand. He the used that lubed-up hand to slap my open hole. I squealed in response, so he did it again. And again. And then again, over and over until I was hit by a boygasm that rocked my body. I could feel it burning deep inside my hole, and before I could come down from it; my Dad began feeding that long toy inside me. It was much thinner than the plug, so it was a while before I felt it pushing deep inside me. `Ah!’ I cried out instinctively. `Popper him up, boys!’ commanded my Dad. Two other men came to offer me poppers, the one on the right stroking my face as he held the bottle to my nose. `You need to breathe deep and push out at the same time, ok Sammy?’ asked my Dad, and he was looking pop at me this time. `HIT!’ `HIT!’ `HIT!’ `HIT!’ I pushed down as I was told to do, and felt something give ever so slightly deep inside me. Deep than any of the dicks had gone. I felt no pain, but a little discomfort as the tip of the silicone dick slid about an inch further inside me. `HIT!’ Dad pulled it back, and then pushed forward again, gentle but insistent. That place opened up again, and I moaned as I began to feel fuller than I’d ever felt. This was a different kind of full, deep rather than wide. But it still felt good. `HIT!’ `HIT!’ `HIT!’ Again, I waved the men away, and they put the bottles away and moved back down to join the crowd assembled behind my father. Dad began to move the toy slowly in and out of my arse, pushing it as deep as he could and then pulling it out until just the tip was left inside my battered hole. He built up speed, but couldn’t go too fast given the toy was very flexible and would bend awkwardly if he pushed too hard. The pressure and discomfort I felt earlier were slowly going as he worked me open deep. The ridges on the toy were caressing the muscles, relaxing them. I began to moan with pleasure, my little boy nail hard and swaying with the thrusts like a little fucked up metronome. Once I was as open as he wanted me, Dad proceeded to push the toy in as deep as he could, and then jackhammer me with shallow thrusts that meant the final two inches of the toy were punishing my insides. I groaned through it as I came again. He pulled the toy all the way out as I came down from my drycum. `Two down, three to go, faggot’ said my Dad, leering up at me from between my legs. I groaned in response as there wasn’t really anything I could say. He held up another toy, God knows where he was getting them from. He must have had his arsenal laid out on the floor beneath my butt. This one was long and smooth, with a flared head and then a massive bulb at the bottom where the balls should have been. `Let’s see how my boy gets on with a big dog cock!’ exclaimed my Dad proudly. The rest of the team cheered, and I began to look around for a dog, getting increasingly nervous. In the meantime, my Dad lubed up the new toy. `Don’t worry’ said my Uncle Mike as he turned my head back to face my father, and shoved the bottle under my nose again, `it’s not a real dog, just a toy’ I began to relax again. I wasn’t sure I wanted a dog to fuck me! `Now huff, you sexy little cunt!’ Another man appeared on the other side, with another bottle, and then proceeded to double barrel me. `HIT!’ `HIT!’ The flared head and the long, smooth shaft slide inside me easily, deep enough that I felt that large bulb knock against my hole. But Dad did nothing about it, content to fuck me just deep enough that it wasn’t an issue. `HIT!’ `HIT!’ He began to push deeper and my hole tried to open up to meet such a challenge, but the bulb was big and my hole was smaller. `HIT!’ `HIT!’ Dad pushed harder still, and I began to struggle. The bulb was starting to move inside me now, unapologetically stretching my hole as the toy went from manageable to enormous in the space of a few millimetres. `You’re going to have to huff really deep now if you’re going to get that knot inside you, fuckface’ said my Uncle Mike, `and then push down hard! I did as I was told. `HIT!’ `HIT!’ I pushed down beylikdüzü travesti as hard as I could, and I could feel my hole opening to allow what Uncle Mike called a knot inside me. My Dad was just holding it against my hole, allowing my own weight and the movement of the sling to do the work. `HIT!’ `Really fucking deep now!’ growled my Dad. `HIT!’ I hit harder than I had done so far, breathing in for a good thirty seconds. Thirty seconds that saw my hole finally give up and allow the entire knot inside me. I tried to hold the poppers inside me once the men had moved the bottles away, but I had no choice but to exhale them as I screamed. Whether it was pain or pleasure, I don’t know. It could have been both. I could feel nothing my my hole stretching to accommodate such a fat dick inside me. For his part, my Dad kept the toy perfectly still. It was me moving around on it. I writhed in pleasure as it stretched me in ways I never thought possible. I knew I should stop moving, that I was the one causing my own discomfort, but I couldn’t. Mixed in with that discomfort was the best pleasure I’d eve felt. The knot was pressing hard against my little prostate, essentially meaning I was cumming constantly with very little stimulation. After a while of this, my Dad pulled it out slowly, and my hole stretched around the knot as he pulled it out. I gave a deep groan as it finally exited my hole, only for it to turn into a yelp as he pulled it back in me quickly, not giving my poor hole chance to recover. He proceeded to do that over and over again, and I lost count of the number of times he made me cum. I seemed I was spasming with a drycum every time the knot was reinserted in my hole and it battered my prostate. Soon, I was able to take the knot with no discomfort at all, my hole had grown entirely accustomed to it. It was then Dad pulled the toy out of me for the last time, and I began to understand his method: open me up as much as possible, and then move on the next toy. This was all about working me open, my pleasure was entirely incidental. The next toy looked truly bizarre. It was sort of S-shaped, with a pointed and flared head, and a thick based that must have been a good 8 inches in diameter. It went from baby pink at the tip to deepest red and the base, and was covered in vicious looking ridges all the bay down the shaft until they reached the fat balls. `Let’s see if you can take the Dragon, son!’ said my Dad, though the crowd behind him didn’t cheer this time. I scanned their faces, and they were all focused on my hole, jerking off as they watched. Some were making out passionately, others were wanting off their teammates, I could also see a few that were being fingered. However, their man focus was me. I felt like a slab of meat in front of a pack of wolves, and I loved it! Two different men double barrelled me this time, rubbing my flushed chest, playing with my hair, and encouraging me to walk their fat, sweaty dicks as I huffed. `HIT!’ The head popped in. I moaned as I exhaled. `HIT!’ `HIT!’ Dad pushed a bit more and my sloppy hole slipped over the next ridge. `HIT!’ `HIT!’ More and more ridges slipped inside me, brushing brutally against my prostate as they did so. I squealed in pleasure with each one. `HIT!’ I was approaching the widest part of the toy now, my hole was starting to stretch like it had with the knot. Plus, the pointed head was now wear the head of the long, flexible toy had been. Though this one was much bigger, and much firmer, and I could feel my insides spasm around it as they gave themselves over to this massive toy. `HIT!’ `HIT!’ The bottles moved away, and I felt the balls touch my arse, and I couldn’t quite believe I’d taken the whole thing in one go. The team cheered, and I looked down at my Dad, who was looking back up at me with pride and lust in his eyes. `Fuck yeah, faggot!’ he mouthed up at me. I smiled back in response, and then laid my head back in the sling. I didn’t want to move, the feelings were just too much. I literally felt like every part of my body was being invaded by this enormous dick. Slowly, Dad pulled it back, and I felt every single one of those ridges slither through each of my sphincters, making me moan in pleasure. He then pushed it back in just as slowly, until those fat balls were touching my greedy pussy again. He built up speed slowly, not wanting to go too quickly in case he hurt me; but soon he was pulling it almost all the way out and then thundering it back into my hole. Suddenly, when it was all the way inside me, he let go of it, and I was left supporting the weight of it with my arse. It was an odd sensation as it pressed against my prostate more than ever. `Keep it inside you, fuckslut!’ ordered my Dad, I did as I was told, trying my hardest to simultaneously keep my hole open enough to allow the toy in me, but flex it enough that it didn’t fall out. I had no sooner tried to establish a rhythm to keep it in me than I was hit by the strangest feeling yet, and my eyes shot open and I looked down to see what was happening. My Dad was slapping the bottom of the toy as it sat in my hole. The entire toy moved every time he did so, and soon the entire team was leaning forward to have a go at slapping it. I groaned with every slap, and came with some of the others. Some of the men weren’t even aiming for the toy at all, just slapping my arse roughly, their hands covered with a mixture of lube and sweat. `Now push it out of your fucking ruined cunt!’ said my Dad. I pushed down as hard as I could, and I could feel the toy moved ever so slowly out of me. It became more and more intense the further out of me it went as I realised no-one was trying to catch it, so the heavy balls were pulling it towards the floor as it feel out of my pussy. This in turn meant the head was grating against the top of my hole, and every single ridge mashed against my butt-nut, causing me to spasm with boygasm after boygasm as each ridge was forced almost uncomfortably against it. With a squelch from my hole, and a large thud from the toy, it finally hit the floor. The team cheered and pressed forward to play with me hole. Dozens of fingers teased my open pussy, and it felt great, like lots of little dicks just poking me over and over. I loved it. `Push out again, fuckpuppy’ said Jack, and I did so, locking yes with our handsome neighbour as I did so. `Fuck yeah, boys! Look at that fucking cunt bloom!’ I had no idea what they were talking about again, though given I looked down to see Jacks’ dick istanbul travesti burp out another bead of pre-cum, I guessed he was enjoying whatever my wrecked pussy was doing. I felt my Dads’ hands frame my arse, and I didn’t realise someone had taken another photo of my hole, and was a little surprised when they handed me their phone so I can could see it. I was alarmed! My arse didn’t look right at all. My hole wasn’t really a hole any more, it was a mass of pinky-red muscle that was gaping out of my arse, though I did understand what they were calling it a rose now. As I looked at the phone, I felt someone (I’m guessing it was my Dad), slap that rose, and I had a really odd sensation as I felt all that muscle pull back inside my arse. `Fuck yeah, son!’ shouted my Dad over the din of the other men, `push out again!’ I pushed out again, and felt it all bloom back out of my hole. `Keep it like that, baby!’ said my Dad as he stood up, let’s see if we can push it back in with something bigger. The crowd at my hole parted in the middle, and a couple of the men carried something they placed between my legs. My Dad picked up another toy, the last one; and proceeded to lube it up. This one was pure black, relatively smooth, with a big head, and then a consistently fat shaft. It was like one big column of dick. I felt my pussy spasm at the thought of it. Dad fussed around with something I couldn’t see, and then I could feel the head of it at my hole, sat there like a battering ram, ready to strike. I heard a funny whirring, and the pressure at my hole grew until eventually the head pushed inside me, taking all the folds of my opened up pussy with it. I closed my eyes and moaned as the toy crept achingly slowly inside me, I could feel it stretching my cunt out millimetre by millimetre. When I opened them again, my Dad was stood above me, smiling down at me, cradling my head. He was holding a bottle at me nose too, just one this time. `Deep breathes, fuckslut’ he instructed, `you’re going to need them’. I did as I was told. `HIT!’ `HIT!’ The toy continued to push deeper inside of me, almost maddeningly slowly; but I was grateful it was going so slowly. `HIT!’ `HIT!’ I felt the fat head breach my second ring and moaned in pleasure. `HIT!’ My second ring snapped around the head of the toy. `HIT!’ `Almost there, son’ advised my Dad. `HIT!’ `Now take this one deep, and hold it, ok?’ he instructed, I nodded up at him. `HIT!’ He moved the bottle away, and told me to keep holding. I could feel the balls of the toy push gently against me arse and then stay there. I was in heaven. I was open all the way to where that thin, flexible toy had been; but now I was filled by a thick column of silicone, which was stretching my to my very limits, and I felt nothing but pleasure. It sat resolute against the attempts of my body to expel it, pressed against my aching prostate. `Breathe out, baby’ whispered my Dad in my ear. As I did, the whirring noise kicked up again and the toy was pulled back out of my hole, not nearly as slowly this time. The entire thing was out of me in about 2 seconds, and then pushed back in to the hilt in around the same time. I realised there was a machine fucking it into me now, no mercy, no emotion, just hot, thick cock inside my hot, wrecked cunt. The machine continued as my Dad held me by the head, holding me in place so I couldn’t swing away from the toy on the sling and the toy could fuck me as deep as possible. I screamed into his arms as the toy began to all but destroy my hole. I could feel points inside me that had offered resistance to both cocks and toys since this night had started, now completely fucked into submission by the toy now battering my insides. I yelped and groaned and screamed moaned and screamed as it jackhammered into me. I couldn’t tell if they’d turned the speed up on the machine, it seemed like it but perhaps it was just the massive overload the poppers and the toy were inflicting on my system. `We’re going to fucking destroy this hole, Sammy’ whispered my Dad into my ear again. His voice was so loving, and yet it was laced with such a fucked up lust it was etched into every syllable. `Do you want that, fuckslut?’ he asked, I groaned in response, but whether it was positive or negative I couldn’t tell. Dad however took it as positive. `Fuck yeah, you do’ he continued, so only I could hear. Even over the noise of the machine and the noise of the 19 other men jacking off watching my nine year old cunt being raped by a massive toy on a fuck machine, his voice was crystal clear to me. `Do you want to know what we’re going to do, son? Or do you want to be surprised?’ `Su…uhhh…prise!’ I yelped through my feelings. `Ok pigslut’ he whispered as he laughed at me, `we’ll keep it a surprise, but just know that your hole is never going to be the same Sammy. By the end of tonight, you’re going to be a good little fag and look after the needs of any man here. Do you understand that? Any man needs a hole to fuck, you’re going to be there. Any man needs his cock sucked, or a throat to fuck, you’re going to be there. Anyone needs a urinal, you’re going to be there. A tongue up their shitter? If they need to tongue out a fucked-up cunt? You’re going to be there. A hole to fuck up with toys? You’re going to be there. Anything else they need, anything else we’re still going to do to you, you’re going to be there. Understand that, Sammy? The rest of your life, you’re going to be a fag for these men, and when you get old enough, we’ll teach you how to fuck a man, and everything else that comes from being a member of this team. Do that sounds fun, fuckpuppy?’ I nodded my head as my Dad took a massive hit of poppers, and then he leant in to kiss me. His mouth covered all of mine, and the breathed the fumes into me. I felt my lungs burn with them as we passed them back and forth between us. It was a new sensation, but it was fucking hot. The toy was still thundering into my hole and my pussy was spasming. I could feel his hands stoking my chest, brushing my nipples. He then moved his hand down and tweaked the end of my dick. I screamed into his mouth and I came again, and came hard. The toy stopped as I came down from that high, eventually slipping out of my hole completely. I could feel my hole spasming through the tail end of my orgasm, but I had no control over it. I couldn’t tighten it at all. It felt like my hole was falling out of my arse, and the men cheered as the looked on. My dad moved away, down to my hole. `Fuck yeah!’ he shouted, `looks like you’re ready, son! I think you’ve passed this one, don’t you thing guys?’ The team cheered behind them, and they then pressed around us, stroking me, fingering me, ruffling my hair. `Level Six Complete’ shouted my Dad over the din.

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