I’m his Mommy. He is eight.

I found the p*** r***** who fucked his b** with such force and skill. I thanked him. I asked whether he wanted to f*** my son again, and he said yes, he did. Good, I said, I also want you to f*** him. I asked him to f*** me, just so that I would know what my son was getting. He fucked my b** so hard that I couldn’t sit down afterwards. I felt happy as his c*** pounded me.

The c*** was eight inches long, straight, thick and as hard as steel. I thanked him, I told him he could f*** my son as often as he wanted, nothing would happen to him, he could bring his p*** r***** friends, they could f*** him, spank him, piss on him, punish him, m********* him, anything they wanted. I gave him a key to the side door of the house. The side door leads directly into my son’s bedroom. No need to ring up and let me know that you are coming, I said, just let yourself in. Bring a p*** r***** big c*** friend with you if you want.

I didn’t hear my darling p*** r***** open the side door. It was the sound of the bedroom cabinet opening and closing that woke me. It was the drawer that contained the ball clamp, the butterfly gag, the chastity cage and the apparatus of co-ercive s**. I heard quiet movements in my son’s bedroom and I turned on the screen beside my bed. It could see into my son’s room. There were three p*** rapists, the man I adored, White, dishevelled and with a big c***, and two tall, strong looking African Black men. My boy was very lucky, he was about to be b**-raped by all three of them, and their c**** were all hard, straight, long as a Nordic saga.

My love had taken the ball clamp from the drawer. He reached under my son’s bedclothes and a second later there was a clank and a yelp as he locked the clamp around my son’s testicles and locked them in a mild grip. One of the Blacks raised my son’s head off the pillow while the other pushed the soft rubber pad into his mouth and buckled the gag at the back. They turned him over into prayer position: b** up, head down. One of the Blacks examined his c*** and balls for pubic hair. I had shaved it all off.

Then my sweetheart pushed his c*** into the tight b*** cleft. After that, my son got it from those two Black c**** one after the other. He was trying to yelp with pain but the gag did an excellent job of silencing him. They fucked him by turns, a full gang-bang. When they left, it was sunrise outside, and my son’s b** was so raw and throbbing. His face was red and moist with tears. They left him tied to the frame in prayer position and with the ball clamp still squeezing his little testicles.