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Miami, Florida: Spring Break. The time of the year for all the hot boys and girls to assemble in the city to have fun.
The parade of hot young bodies never seemed to end, and all they wanted was to party hard and have fun!
Springbreak means Sex, Drugs and Rock’n’Roll before the next phase in life starts.
From here, most of the party-people would go straight to college, some back home to start working, others would join the Army or the Navy, and some would follow a surprisingly different path.
Three boys from Idaho walked into ‘#1 Night Club’. None of the boys had been here before, but the online reviews sounded great, 4,7 stars out of 5, super DJ’s , the best drinks and the hottest girls.
The boys, all just eighteen, walked into the club dressed casually. Jeans and shirts, nothing too fancy, but the guy monitoring the door let them in anyway. It was maybe a little too early, the club had only just opened, but the boys figured they would walk around and check out the place before it got crowded.
All three of them were typical cornfed farm-boys.
Or, as another tourist by the pool had pointed out, potato-fed. Idaho was the potato state, after all, and all three were proud sons of farmers, grandson of farmers, cousins and brothers of farmers, and that was nothing to be ashamed off.
The girl that said so had fondled Billy to try to test the boy’s muscles while she teased the three of them, and her nipples got hard from just feeling him up.
Billy, the most muscular of the three, a wrestler in high-school, knew he had scored.
The blond girl and Billy vanished from the pool area, and three hours had passed before he showed up again, grinning from ear to ear, bragging she had sucked him empty.
His friend Jay had just chuckled, but with a grain of salt. He and Smitty, the third member of their group, had just watched the boys and girls walking by, but did not find anyone to hook up with.
The evening would change their luck, that much they all were sure about.
Jay and Smitty had gotten some ‘Inside-Information’ from one of the bartenders of the pool-bar, and they even had free entrance passes , so the ‘#1 Night Club’ , the ‘Number One’ as everybody seemed to call it, was their hunting-ground for the night.
And now they were there.
The place started to fill, but was not crowded yet. Billy looked around for the girl he had fucked in the afternoon, but she wasn’t there. Smitty scored first, and soon a hot blond girl had her hands all over his muscled body.
She had ripped his shirt open, giggling madly as the buttons flew in all directions, and Smitty just went with the flow.
Jay, following his example, opened his shirt and even pushed it down to show off his broad shoulders, and this presentation of deep tanned farm-boy flesh had the result he wanted. Someone noticed him. 
The bartender put fresh drinks in front on the boys. He nodded over to a guy sitting at the end of the bar, a man in his forties, good-looking, rich, with two girls sitting left and right of him that could be his daughters.
Billy, free after his girl didn’t show up, smiled at Jay: ”Listen, when that Sugar-Daddy there wants us to fuck his girls while he watches, I’m game!”
Jay heard it loud and clear, but so did the bartender. He had put a little pill in each glass, and the boys would soon be too horny to even think.
The man smiled invitingly as Billy walked over, followed by Jay, and, funnily enough, Smitty’s girl pulled him over as well.
The girls and the boys all slid into a bench seat around a table, and soon a bottle of champagne appeared. The boys felt good, the girls were hot, and soon the shirts were gone and the kissing began.
When the man suggested they go to his house to swim in the pool, everyone was excited. The boys felt great, the night was young, and the girls seemed willing to put out.
As they left the club, a long monster of a stretched Lincoln Navigator SUV was already waiting, ready for all of them to get in. Billy and his girl climbed in first and all but crawled to the very end of the enclosed back of the car, followed by Jay and his girl, and Smitty with his. The man, evidently the owner of the car, sat in the backseat, watching the unfolding scene like the audience in a theater.
The girls were not shy, and the boys were already as high as kites. All three had their dicks out in no time, and while the girls licked and fondled the fat boy-rods, the man just watched and smiled. 
The car drove onto the grounds of a huge mansion, surrounded by a high wall for perfect privacy, and stopped in front of the entrance. The boys had not even realized that the car stopped, but the man got out and the girls followed him, giggling madly leaving the boys alone.
As quickly as their high-heels let them, they vanished into the building, while the boys still tried to work-out what was happening.
The driver opened the divider glass and smiled:
”Guys, whatcha waiting for, Christmas? Those sluts are hot and horny for your corn-dogs, so hush hush and get in!”
None of the guys was sober enough to hear the slight joke about their equipment.
When they walked into the entrance hall, Jay chuckled:
”Fuck me Dorothy, sure we ain't in Kansas anymore!”
The entrance was in fact a Grand Hall, the ceiling so high “Even a harvester would fit in here!” as Billy mentioned in awe.
Smitty however stared transfixed by two well lit huge posters. In fact, those pictures were lithographs, basically handmade art, usually just produced in a small number.
These were both signed and numbered, both 1 of 10 of an exclusive series.
Smitty was not aware of the rarity of the pictures. The sheer size of those framed pieces of art was breathtaking enough. Each picture was four feet wide and maybe ten feet high, but what took Smitty’s breath away was the motifs.
The girl to the right was a busty blond, fully naked, the finger of her right hand just covering her pussy, raising the curiosity of the viewer even more.
Smitty knew her name, her Porn-name. Someone, maybe her Manager, had named her ’Slutty Corvette’.
Smitty had seen her in countless videos, at first on his phone in the barn, later on his laptop.
However, the other picture looked even more stunning and made his dick go fully hard again.
The poster showed none other than porn-star ’Devon Driller’. The name was crazy enough to be truly fake, and Smitty was sure he had never seen the well-hung young man in a film with ‘Slutty Corvette’, but he looked familiar in an eerie way.
As Smitty stared at the picture of ‘Devon Driller’, the name being printed on the poster, it seemed to mesmerize the straight boy from Idaho in a weird sort of way. Somehow the poster-boy’s fat cock seemed to magically pull Smitty in.
He felt his mouth water and had to swallow nervously, as he heard Billy call out:
”Fuck, I be damned! That’s Jimmy Miller from Miller Farm near Boise, the Quarterback of the winning team in 2021!”
The spell was broken. Smitty now saw the face of the quarterback, not just the humongous cock of the well-hung young porn-superstar.
Jay chuckled: ”Shit, where are we? Did we end up in a perv’s lair?”
The three of them, all young, dumb and well-muscled, did not even think about any risk. They just thought a rich perv had tricked them to follow him, but they would not go gay-for-pay for any old fart, rich or not.
However, the boys were too well intoxicated to think clearly. When they heard the voices of the giggling girls calling them, they simply followed their instincts.
In the next room a huge TV-Screen showed porn, and the girls sat naked on a sofa, watching the screen. They smiled invitingly at the boys, and without a second thought all three shed their last pieces of clothing and joined the hot and horny girls.
None of the boys really paid much attention to the screen, but one of the girls sat up and watched closely, even pointing:” Look - that’s me and Billy-Boy!”
The screen showed a very naked, very hard Billy, and the girl on screen was the girl with them, a girl that now took off her wig.
The screen showed Billy, fucking her. The film was clearly well produced, and even though Billy had no idea how, they had filmed him for hours, with several cameras.
”Impressive cumshots, my boy, you have true star potential!” The man smiled as he praised a seemingly embarrassed young farmer.
In the last scene the cameras had captured his last cum-shot. He had fucked the girl’s tits, using her busty breasts to rub himself to an explosive orgasm, shooting some most impressive jets of cum, some into her open mouth, some over her face.
The screen now showed Billy as the camera angle changed. He eagerly ate his own cum off her fingers. Cutting back and forth the cameras had filmed her scooping up his cum, feeding it to him, and he had licked it up greedily.
Smitty had not even realized that he jerked his own dick while watching Billy perform on screen, but the man looked at him and smiled.
”Hell yeah, he’s a hot boy, just like your old buddy Jimmy Miller. I see that you would love to have a sample!”
Smitty blushed deeply. His two friends looked over, fixating on his fat hard-on, as Billy, as usual, started to tease him:
“Hey buddy, just like old times when we met at the pond to skinny-dip. You’re hard for me, right?”
Smitty just grunted. The girl in his arm had just bent over and engulfed his cock right down to the root. She sucked his eight inches into her deep throat, making him just moan, unable to think or answer.
Jay’s hand on his girl’s neck made clear he wanted the same service, and while his friends got sucked, Billy just lifted the squealing girl next to him up and sat her down in his lap, sliding her down on his fat rod.
The man just watched, still dressed, fondling his bulge just like he had done in the car.
He knew some of the many well hidden cameras in the room were filming him, but he was always able to edit the footage any way he wanted.
He leaned back, grinning, as he watched Smitty and Jay. Their eyes were closed, the stoned boys just enjoyed the girls, their hands in the girls hair.
The man knew some of his cams even filmed from a very low angle, and all they saw was a little bit of hair and some heads pumping up and down on the boys dicks, the young farmers clearly enjoying it.
The man knew perfectly well that he could start the next phase of his plan. It usually worked like a charm.
The man nodded into the air, and three more men walked in, black guys just wearing tight black leather jeans and biker-boots.
The Idaho-boys did not even realize that the girls pulled off as the black guys turned first Jay’s, then Smitty’s and finally Billy’s head to the side. They took their time, rubbing their fat dicks, already oozing precum, over the lips of the well-drugged boys.
The man now had his dick in his hand, and the black actors facefucked the white spring-breakers faces.
They had all the time they wanted. Almost three hours later the man had called ‘CUT’ for the last time. The three farm-boys had put out like professionals.
The film would be one more in a series called ”Springbreak First-Timers” featuring a gang of horny blacks, using and abusing innocent students.
The three ‘Corn-Fed-Farm boys’ had been used and abused while filming the latest part of the man’s gay hardcore video series. Before that they had never been fucked, never sucked a dick, but the black porn-stars had turned the straight young bulls into their bottom bitches craving for cock.
They had performed immaculately. The plot of the hardcore-video-series ”Springbreak First-Timers” was always the same, and it’s audience wanted to see boys like them being stubborn at first, repugnant, fighting back even, before giving in and be used.
All three of them showed signs of disgust at first, soon replaced by lust and horniness, just what the audience wanted.
All Springbreak-boys were little sluts, ready to be used, that was the theme of this man’s films, and those young boy-toys from Idaho were no exception.
Billy, Jay, and Smitty woke up in a puppy-pile of naked man-flesh. The huge bed stood in a room they had never seen before, and they where stinking of sweat and cum.
Slowly the fog lifted from their brains, as Billy set up and looked around, realizing he was not with a girl he had fucked into oblivion, but with his two best friends.
He scrambled to get away from Jay’s ass, the one his dick had touched when he woke up, spooning his buddy from behind.
Billy did not even realize the bed’s side was just behind him, and with a surprised scream he fell out, landing on a thick pink carpet. He jumped up, naked, his dick still half-hard.
The room looked like a gay themed nightmare to the hungover farm-boy. Even dildos on the nightstand and half-full bottles of lube seemed to suggest something really weird had happened during the night.
”Boys, shit, boys! You gotta wake up, something is wrong here!”
Just then a flat-screen on the wall came to life and a face filled the frame of the huge TV.
”Boys, oh goody, you’re awake! Chop, chop, come down you lazybones, times flying!”
The man on screen sounded just like the caricature of one of their Mom’s or Grandma’s, calling some oversleeping schoolboys to the breakfast table, somehow sweetly, but still demanding respect.
Anxiously, the guys looked for their clothing, but all they found were small towels in the bathroom which they tried to wrap around their hips.
They still displayed the evidence of a wild night. Crusted dried cum stained their deep tanned skin, making it clear that each of them had received more than a few squirts of semen.
The man that had called them down was working behind a huge kitchen island. A mouthwatering smell of bacon and eggs, pancakes and syrup filled the room, and three steaming mugs of coffee looked like the much needed caffeine shot to clear their fuzzy brains.
The man wore an almost too typical outfit. A pink shirt, worn open to a white pair of beach-shorts, revealed a slightly overweight man of around forty. The house, just like the man, looked camp, too overtly gay.
When the man saw the almost naked boys, he squealed in delight, giving a perfect impersonation of Albert Goldman, deliciously played by the actor Nathan Lane, in the film ‘Birdcage’.
“Boys, boys, come here, sit down, Momma has prepared breakfast!” 
None of the boys really commented about ‘Momma’. They were starving, and the bacon and eggs, the hashbrowns and the toast looked too good to go to waste.
They had no idea that had been in the house for almost thirty-six hours, so drugged all they wanted to do was fuck and get fucked.
As they had their fill, Billy was the first to mention the obvious.
”Uhm.... hey....uhm.... Sir.....” He trailed off, realizing he had not asked the man for his name.
”Oh God yes, where are my manners? I am Stephen Boldman, my pretty! Don’t be shy, ask away!”
The man looked as if he wanted to add something like ‘You sweet boys can ask me everything’, but he just took a sip of his coffee.
Billy tried it again: ”Uhmm.... I mean.... I mean.... We.... What are we doing here?”
He got bolder and continued: “Where are we, where are our clothes?”
The man smiled and said: ”Oh Sweetheart, you can ask me everything! I am your Manager, did you forget you auditioned to be film-stars? You even called home to brag about it!”
He took his time. The boys were oblivious to all that had happened, he knew. They had been drugged as he made them call home, Jay even doing a face-time call while a muscled black man held him in his lap.
Mr. Boldman had to concentrate hard to be able to keep a straight face. He had a fun time remembering the events. In the middle of the call Jay’s Mom had blurted out: ”Are you ok, Babyboy, you seem to be in pain?”
Boldman thought back to the point when the superbly muscled, and very hung black, porn-star answered instead of Jay:
”What you think, Momma? He's riding my fat ten incher as you guys talk! He’s a tight young bitch, he better be moaning!” Mr. Boldman had told the black actor exactly what to say and when to take over to really shock Jay’s Mom.
Jay, as well as Billy and Smitty, had no idea what had happened to them.
The man behind the kitchen island refilled the cups. He gave them a charming smile as he said:
”You guys are naturals! Your films hit the market like bombs, we already have more than half a million downloads!”
Jay stuttered:” Films? Whatcha mean, films? Whatcha mean Manager? We don’t do films, we don’t have a fucking Manager!” 
The man put on a mock stern face as he grabbed a remote control: ”Nonsense! You have a hangover from the release party, you naughty boy!”
Mr. Boldman stayed in role, giving the perfect impersonation of a resolute Mom scolding her son in front of his friends.
He pointed: ”Look, you cute little scoundrel: You boys just climbed to number one in the charts with the first part of your ‘Springbreak Farm Boys’ Trilogy!”
The screen was showing a film-trailer. A pool in the bright sun, blue water and a green lawn in the background, three huge bright red beach-towels spread out. Now a cut to the edge of the pool, and, with a splash, the three boys cut the surface of the water, all smiling broadly. Someone had created the perfect look, their lips looked full and red, and as they broke into a wide smile their teeth looked bright white.
Jay and his friends gasped as they watched. All three still had no idea what had happened.
A cut made the flat-screen show another scene, this time featuring Smitty and a black boy.
The man clicked with his remote-control, and now the screen changed and displayed an even more explicit scene.
Again the full lips, the camera zooming out, and now a thick black cock slid in. The angle went wider, and the full screen now showed Jay, on his knees on a sunbed, his skin glistening with sweat, bending over to suck the muscled black man’s dick in all the way.
The Jay in the kitchen covered his eyes, looking down, but his two friends kept watching. On screen their friend was now riding a thick black dick, speared like a pig on a skewer, while looking right into the camera.
Billy did not think as he jumped up, his fists balled in blind rage. He screamed:
“What did you do to my friend, you bastard?”
The man just lifted the remote-control, and his effeminate demeanor was gone as he now said:
”Nothing you guys didn’t like. Look!” His voice had changed. He sounded amused but also full of the knowledge he had control. The boys would soon do all he wanted.
He had jumped to another part of the video. This time Billy fucked Jay, while Smitty pumped his dick into their friend’s mouth. The man chuckled: ”Oh, rest assured, all three of you farm-boys lost your virginity on film! You are all in the same boat, just like your buddy Jimmy Miller, I mean ‘Devon Driller’, you now all work for me!