Extreme Stories » Boy on a Bench
He was sitting on a bench by himself. It was late. He was cute. Really cute: shaggy dark hair; big dark brown eyes; pale, almost translucent white skin. No blemishes, which is unusual for a kid at that age. A young boy that was too young to be out this late by himself. It was close to midnight.
“Hey,” I said, “You alone?”
He looked up at me, and I saw those eyes. Huge and wet. Very sad. That made me happy. My cock swelled when I looked at his beautiful face.
“You alone or what?” I repeated.
He answered with a shrug. I looked around, but there was no one else around. The streets are deserted in this town this late at night.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Just hanging,” he said.
His voice was high-pitch, untouched by puberty, though he looked old enough.
“How old are you?” I asked.
That was a lie. He was twelve at most, probably twelve.
“Uh-huh,” I said noncommittally, “and your parents?”
“You know,” I said, “It isn't safe to be out alone at night. There are bad people out here.”
He looked up and down like I had him, but for a different reason.
“I don't see anyone,” he said.
“You won't,” I told him, “until it's too late.”
“And I guess you're a good guy?” he asked, squinting up at me, “You're here to help?”
His attitude said he didn't believe it, but what I meant was not what he expected.
“No,” I told him, “I'm not a good guy. I'm one of the ones that want to take advantage of you.”
He stared at me. He looked up and down again.
“What?” he asked.
“I'm not a good guy, but I'm honest.”
He stared at me, so I continued.
“I'd love to take you with me. I would protect you, but it would cost you.”
“Cost me what?”
I knew he was curious.
“I'd want to use your precious young body.” I replied honestly.” I would strip you naked, tie you up, and play with your body, especially your cock. I'd jerk you off and finger your asshole, and fuck you until you were begging to cum, but I wouldn't let you.”
He was staring at me. He was no longer looking around for someone else or an escape route.
“I'll start by kissing you, and sucking your nipples and playing with your cock and balls. Then I'll finger your ass and feed you my cock between your sweet, pink lips, and I'll fuck you and cum on your dick, then I'll jerk you off until you begged me to do anything to you I want.”
I sat next to him on the bench. He didn't move away.
“I'll pull and stroke your cock slowly, stopping whenever you're close until you promise to do all sorts of degrading things if I only let you cum.”
I was close to him. I had to lean in as I described what I wanted to do to his sweet, young body. His pink lips were parted, and his eyes were glazed over.
“What's your name?” I asked.
“How old are you, Jeremy?”
“I want to tie you up and play with you and tease you and fuck you and make you cum, Jeremy.”
He stared into my eyes and didn't move. I put my hand on his and took his fingers in a loose grip. I stood without saying anything, and Jeremy let me pull him to his feet. He followed as I led him to my car.
A glance at his crotch showed me that his dick was hard already. So was mine.
Twelve-year-old Jeremy was on my bed. Naked. His slim wrists were bound together. His arms were stretched over his head because his wrists were tied to the bed frame above his head. The skin on his chest was stretched tightly over his ribs, which stood out in sexy relief on his sides. His stomach was hollowed out beneath his chest. His ankles were tied to the posts at the foot of the bed with legs spread apart, showing off his soft penis.
Did I mention he was naked?
I was dressed, in jeans and a t-shirt. It makes the boys feel more dominated when I am clothed, and they are naked.
“Mmm,” I moaned.
I had just finished kissing young Jeremy's soft, sexy, pink lips. He tasted so sweet. I ran the tip of my tongue around the perimeter of his mouth tasting his spit.
“Mmm,” he moaned uncomfortably, “I think I changed my mind,” he told me, “I wanna go now.”
He sounded so young and sweet. His body was only beginning to be corrupted by puberty despite his age. His soft skin was nearly hairless, except for a dark patch of soft curly hair at the base of his four-inch cock. I would shave that off later. His nipples were pink and hard, due to the cool air, and his ball sac was cinched up tight against his crotch like a large, wrinkled walnut.
“Too late, honey,” I told him. “You're mine now. Remember all the neat things I said I was going to do to your naked body when you were sitting all alone on that bench in the middle of the night?”
I had found him all alone, apparently having run away or something. It didn't matter. I had him now, and he wasn't going to leave until I was done playing with him. I told him that.
“And I plan to play with you for a long, long time, you hot, little, piece of ass,” I told him.
He moved uncomfortably on the bed, but I saw his cock swell.
“You like the sound of that?” I asked staring pointedly at his manhood.
Jeremy blushed and glanced where I was looking. He shook his head, but his cock didn't stop growing.
“I do,” I told him.
My left hand glided across his bare chest. I felt his hard nipples tickle my palm. His skin was cool, his sweat chilling his skin in the air conditioning. I like to keep the room cool. Things would get hot soon enough.
“Please,” he whined.
As my hand drifted closer to his crotch, I felt the swell of his lower abdomen under my fingers. The skin was soft and warm, warmer toward his cock than on his belly, due to blood flow.
“It's okay, baby boy,” I muttered, “You don't have to beg for it.”
I smiled at the look of discomfort on his face.
He moaned, and I leaned forward to kiss him again. As my tongue slid into his warm mouth as my fist closed on his hard cock. I felt his whine more than I heard it vibrating against my lips. His cock was hard and hot was about six inches long now, which is pretty impressive for one so young.
“I can't wait to suck this cock,” I told him.
I gave a gentle squeeze to the subject of conversation. He looked worried, which turned me on, of course.
“Please, let me go,” he begged, “I'll never tell anyone, I promise!”
The fear in his eyes was an aphrodisiac. Young Jeremy didn't know that I wouldn't hurt him. Not seriously. That's not what I do. I silenced his pleas by pressing my lips against his, sucking his tongue into my mouth and keeping the pressure on until he started kissing me back again. He liked the kissing. I could tell. He loved it when I pulled his nipples and twisted them gently. He even liked being tied up. I could tell. I could tell by how hard his cock had gotten without me even touching it.
“Mmmmm, you taste great! I can't wait to suck that sweet cock!” I told him.
He looked into my eyes and exhaled when I took his cock back in my hand and stroked it slowly. His hips lifted as I pumped the thin shaft. He was starting to fuck my fist. I smiled at him.
“Feels good, doesn't it, Sweet Thing?” I whispered against his pink lips.
He didn't answer, just sighed deeply. His eyes were closed. I bent to kiss his neck, and he lifted his chin to give me better access to his soft throat. I kissed my way down his neck giving him little nips and sucking the warm, smooth skin as I traveled. By the time I reached his chest, his nipples were hard as rocks, and his cock was leaking on my hand. I had continued the slow, teasing hand job as I kissed his damp skin. I could taste the salt of his sweat as I licked and sucked his nipples.
“So sweet!” I said.
Jeremy was breathing deeply now. He was getting turned on by all the attention. I kissed his chest and went down toward his stomach. He whined softly when he felt my wet tongue swirling in his navel, and he humped his hard cock faster in my loose fist. I wanted to work his cock slowly, so he didn't cum, but he wanted to.
“It's a lot of fun to control a boy's orgasm,” I told him conversationally.
I like to tell the boys what I'm doing when I play with them. It makes them feel that much more helpless when they know what's coming but can do nothing to avoid it. I smiled at his sweating, red-cheeked face.
“I can keep you on the edge of an orgasm for hours if I want,” I told him
I pulled slowly and relentlessly on his warm rod. My thumb swirled around his sensitive cock head making him flinch and moan.
“Nice,” I said.
I looked into his eyes as I raised my thumb to my lips to suck his pre-cum off.
He gasped when I took his cock back in my hand. I kissed his abdomen feeling the soft, warm skin against my cheeks as I pressed my face into his lower belly. I opened my mouth wide and dragged my teeth against his skin, hearing him moan at the feel of my lips and teeth on the tender flesh. I continued to rub my palm on his chest as I moved my mouth lower, kissing his skin as I went, slowly and teasingly. Looking at his sweating face out of the corner of my eye, I saw him close his eyes in concentration. My lips slid across his hip, and down his upper leg. His legs were spread wide, so I was able to lean forward and kiss his warm inner thigh that was so soft and smooth. My cheek nudged his tightened nut sack, and I was tempted to take the little, wrinkled bag in my mouth, but resisted the urge wanting to prolong the experience and tease the boy. I could see by the way his stomach rose and fell that I was getting to him — that and the hard cock in my hand. Moving to the other leg, I kissed my way up his right thigh and around his cock. By now I was kneeling between his outstretched legs leering at him across his naked, sweating body.
“Ready, baby boy?” I said quietly.
“Please,” he said again, “can I go now?”
Ignoring the question, I lowered my mouth to his hard red cock. I opened my lips wider, extending my tongue as it approached Jeremy's rod. He whined in anticipation. I love this part. The suspense excites us both. When I heard his deep groan at the contact of my soft lips on his leaking organ, I smiled around his cock head. I teased the underside of his cock gently with my tongue swirling the wet, pebbled surface around the sensitive spot just under his piss hole. He sucked in a breath, and his legs twitched. His hips jerked to when I rubbed his cock with the point of my tongue. It can feel intense, I know. While I sucked his cock, I took his soft scrotum in my fingers, rolling his hard testicles in my palm.
I took a long time, sucking his cock. There is nothing like the taste of a young boy's cock. And the feel, the skin is so smooth and soft, and their penises stay so hard for so long. And Jeremy was going to be hard for a long time, but not the whole time.
“Know what I'm gonna do?” I asked him rhetorically. “I'm going to play with your cock until you're begging me to let you cum. Then I'm gonna leave your little dick alone until it goes soft — I'll be taking video of you crying and begging by then — and then when you've calmed down and relaxed, I'm gonna start playing with you again, and start the whole damn thing all over!
“You're gonna hate it!” I chuckled at him.
His despairing groan made my cock twitch.
“But first, let's take a look at that asshole!”
Jeremy blanched. I had been playing with his cock for a while since collecting him from a desolate bench, stripping him naked, and tying him to my bed.
“Please,” he said, for about the hundredth time. “Don't hurt me, okay?”
At least he wasn't begging me to let him go anymore.
“Not too much,” I assured him, “just enough to make me happy!”
I grinned at him in a less than reassuring manner. He sobbed a little as I untied his wrists from over his head and left his ankles tied to the foot posts. I pulled him to a seated position, and I could see him eyeing the locked door.
“If you try,” I whispered in his ear, “you will fail. And then I will hurt you, for real.”
My hand moved over his bare chest as I spoke. I twisted his nipple briefly drawing a pained gasp and bringing tears to his eyes. Grabbing a plastic zip tie from the nightstand, I pulled his arms behind his back and fastened his wrists together. The plastic tie bit into the tender flesh of his wrists. I wanted to be sure he couldn't get free. And I wanted the strip to hurt a little.
“Where are we going?” he asked sounding scared.
“Gotta get you cleaned up, princess!”
I released his ankles from the bed frame. Then I tied them together with about six inches of rope between them. He hobbled toward the bathroom, mincing his steps because of the rope. I didn't need to do this; I just wanted to make his life difficult because I could. I was exerting dominance over his every move. I untied his ankles when we got to the bathroom and helped him stand in the tub.
“Gotta clean up that asshole before I go to work on it.”
“What?” he asked diffidently. “Why?”
I looked into his big eyes and smiled at him.
“You don't expect me to put my fingers and my dick in a dirty asshole, do you?” I asked reasonably.
He jumped when the water from the shower hit his naked body. The spray was cold at first. I ran my hand over his wet chest and belly enjoying the feel of the goosebumps on his skin and his hard nipples under my hand. His hard cock had wilted a little, so I took it in my warm hand encouragingly. When the water warmed up, I soaped his body running my hands all over his skin focusing on his cock, which responded nicely to my warm, soapy hands sliding over it.
“Alright!” I chirped, “On to the best part!”
Opening the vanity, I took out a large plastic bag with a hose attached. At the end of the tube was a plastic nozzle.
“Do you know what this is, sweetie?” I asked the wet, soapy twelve-year-old.
“No, what?” he asked nervously.
“It's an enema bag!” I replied grinning.
“What's that?” he asked.
“Kids these days,” I said shaking my head in feigned disappointment.
“It's for cleaning out your poop-chute, silly!”
I filled the bag with warm water from the tub faucet and then hung it from a strap to the showerhead.
“Hold still, you big baby!”
I turned him to face the tiled wall of the shower and spread his ass cheeks with one hand while brandishing the nozzle with the other.
“No!” he cried, “Please, don't do that!”
I smacked his ass cheek sharply to get his attention.
“None of that!” I said, sternly. “You need this, and you're going to get it!”
He wiggled his butt to avoid me, so I reached between his thighs to grab his balls with my free hand.
“Hold still,” I demanded
I gave his soft nut sack a gentle squeeze. That got his attention. He leaned against the wall with his shoulders and chest pressed against the hard tile and his legs spread to avoid increasing the pressure I was applying to his testicles. This made it easier for me to insert the four-inch nozzle into his anus. The nozzle is longer than required for the task because I like it that way. My new friend Jeremy whined when I pushed the hard plastic tube into his unlubricated anus.
“Okay, Sunshine!” I said brightly, “Here it comes!”
I opened the valve on the bottom of the bag and felt the warm water coursing through the thin tube as it entered Jeremy's rectum. He whined as his bowels filled with water.
“Almost done!” I said.
I reached for the bag and squeezed it to force the last of the water into Jeremy. He howled as his belly distended. I snatched a small black butt plug off the vanity top and shoved it into his wet hole while yanking the nozzle out quickly trapping the water in his ass.
“Ooowww!” he cried, “Please let me go! It hurts! Please!”
I pulled him toward me pressing his wet back and arms against my chest and soaking my shirt. It was worth it. I wrapped my arms around his thin, naked body and pulled on his hard nipples while reaching between his legs to stroke his cock.
“If it hurts so much,” I whispered in his ear, “why is your big cock so hard, hmm?”
He sobbed as I stroked his swollen organ. I pushed against his rounded belly, and he cried out as cramps hit his abdomen. I played with him in the shower for ten minutes while the water did its work. By the time I was ready to release the enema, he was crying and begging me to let it out.
“Alright, you big baby,” I told him, “Stand still.”
He resumed his position against the wall, bending uncomfortably to relieve the pressure in his guts, and I took the base of the little plug in my hand. I twisted it and pushed it in and out as water squirted around the plastic plug and trickled down his inner thighs. I yanked the plug out quickly, and Jeremy screamed as water gushed out in a stream into the bathtub. When his ass was empty, I leaned against his bare back and fondled him some more.
“There, that wasn't so bad, was it?” I said into his ear as he sobbed quietly.
“Now that you've done that one, the others will be a piece of cake!”
Three more enemas left him cleaned to my satisfaction. It also left him defeated emotionally, which was good. But I wasn't done prepping him yet.
“Almost done, princess!”
I picked up a disposable razor from the vanity.
“What are you gonna do?” Jeremy whined.
“I'm going to shave the hair off your cock and balls,” I told him matter-of-factly.
I smiled when he started to cry.
“It won't hurt,” I assured him, “just don't move.”
I spent a long time applying the shaving cream to his genitals. His cock stuck straight out from his body by the time his pubic area was coated in the thick white foam. It took less than a minute to denude his abdomen and his cock and balls. There wasn't much hair there, to begin with.
“Now, turn around and bend over,” I told him.
He stood looking at me, then at the razor.
“Why?” he asked weakly.
“Have to make sure your butt hole is smooth,” I told him. “I don't want hair in my teeth!”
His shocked, scared look was its reward. After his ass was as bald as a baby’s was, I rinsed his crotch in the shower and dried him off. I took his elbow in hand and guided him toward the door.
“Mister,” he said huskily, “Mister?”
“Call me 'Daddy,' Jeremy.”
“I need to piss.”
“'I need to piss, what?” I said pointedly.
“I need to piss…please?” he said hesitantly.
“Well that's a good answer,” I told him, “but not what I'm looking for.”
He looked at me in confusion. His head was swimming from the circumstances he found himself in. The young boy had come with me willingly enough when I had so boldly described what I wanted to do with his body, how I wanted to use him for my sexual gratification. However, now that he was in my house, under my complete control, he was having second thoughts. Not unusual. I was used to that. I stood and waited while he shifted on his bare feet with his wrists bound tightly behind his back. I played idly with his cock.
“Uh…I have to piss...Daddy?” he said.
I took his shoulders in my hands, pulled his thin body to me, and kissed him. I spent a good long time running my tongue around the inside of his wet mouth until he responded by sucking my tongue and moaning.
“Let's go,” I said taking his elbow and guiding him toward the door.
“But,” he stammered, “I…I have to go!”
He looked back at the toilet.
“Oh, you will! Just not there!”
I left him standing by the bed while I took a large rubber sheet from the closet. I removed the sheet and blanket from my bed and laid the rubber pad on the mattress, and then put the bedclothes back in place.
“Wait,” Jeremy objected when I reached for him, “Don't, please. Just let me go to the bathroom, okay?”
“No, I have other plans. I'm going to watch you — and film you — wetting the bed.”
He cried as I dragged him to the bed. Jeremy tried to pull away, so I grabbed his balls again and yanked him toward the bed. Works every time.
I tied him down on his back, this time with his arms spread wide and his ankles tied with them. It looked very uncomfortable just as I had planned. His back was bent, and his legs were spread wide apart with his ass sticking up, and his cock lying on his lower belly pointed down.
“Please, Mister! Please don't do this!”
I smacked the back of his thigh sharply making him yelp.
“What are you supposed to call me?” I asked him.
“Daddy!” he yelled, “Please, Daddy! Let me go to the bathroom! I'll be good, I promise!”
His plea was getting me hot. I stripped off my wet t-shirt and unfastened my pants. I let them fall to the ground and stepped out of them. Climbing on the bed in my underwear, I crouched on my hands and knees with my face over his genitals.
“No,” I told him. I bent and kissed his hot, hard cock, “I'm going to watch you piss on yourself, and I'm going to record it and post it on the internet.”
Tears fell from his cheeks, which made my cock throb. I kissed his cock and then his balls, sucking each small, oblong orb into my mouth, one at a time, as he sobbed miserably.
I held a bottle of oil up so Jeremy could see it.
“Now I'm going to oil you up and finger your asshole, Jeremy. I'm getting you loosened up for my cock.”
He looked at me with a look of resigned horror.
“Can I please go to the bathroom?” he sobbed.
“Still on that, eh?”
I pretended to think it over.
“Tell you what. If you can take three of my fingers all the way in your tight little asshole — all the way to the last knuckle — I'll let you go piss in the toilet.”
He looked terrified but nodded.
“Okay,” he said forlornly.
“That's the spirit!” I told him “Now you just have to hold it until I get my fingers in there!”
“Please,” he begged pitifully, “hurry!”
I snatched my phone from the table.
“I gotta get that on video. Beg me to put my fingers in your ass quick!”
“Please, Mi…Daddy, please…uh…please put your fingers in…my ass…please hurry!”
“Well, that was weak. You'll have to learn to do that better.”
Setting the phone down, I reached for the oil. I poured a trickle of the amber fluid on his balls watching the thin stream as it coated his wrinkled little sack and oozed down toward his asshole, across that pretty, raised low ridge between his balls and his anus. I ran my fingertip across that bulge. It felt rough and smooth at the same time coated with oil as it was. Jeremy moaned when my finger followed the oil to his anus. I traced the ring of muscle that was his sphincter, and then pressed the tip against the puckered hole. His body tensed and he groaned as I forced the slick digit into his anus. It slid in with no trouble, but I could tell Jeremy wasn't comfortable.
“Does it hurt, baby boy?” I asked.
“Yeah, a little!” he gasped.
“Good!” I replied.
I slowly forced my index finger into his ass until it was buried up to the last knuckle. Jeremy was crying.
“That's one!” I said brightly. “Ready for number two?”
“Oh, no! Not yet!” he gasped, “Can I get used to that one first?”
“Of course, you can. Take all the time you like! Just remember, the longer you take to get my fingers inside you, the longer it will be before you can go pee-pee!”
I used the baby talk on purpose to demean him even more. While I worked my finger in and out of his asshole, I leaned forward and sucked the twelve-year-old boy's balls. The oil was safe for human consumption. Cherry flavor. Soon Jeremy was writhing on the sheets as I finger fucked him and sucked his balls.
“Oh…oh…oh…oh…Mist…Daddy! Daddy!” he gasped, “Daddy, can you put the second finger in now, please?”
I let his balls slip from my mouth and smiled at him rubbing my chin against his loose scrotum.
“You want another finger in your asshole, baby boy?” I asked sweetly.
“Yes!” he said, “Yes, please!”
I pulled my finger from his ass and cupped his balls, smearing the oil from his nut sack onto my fingers.
“Hang on, baby boy!”
I pressed the index and middle fingers of my right hand to his anus. They slid in slowly but without much difficulty. I pushed them back and forth forcing more and more of their lengths into his hot, silky hole each time. My fingers went into the second knuckle reasonably easily but then they got wider, and he squealed when I pushed deeper.
“What's the matter, honey?”
I twisted my fingers in his anus to feel the soft, warm walls of his rectum.
“Hurts!” he gasped, “Please, stop!”
“Can't stop, baby boy.” I purred, “I'm gonna get all three fingers in here. The only question is if I'll get them all the way in before you piss yourself!”
The bound boy sobbed as I pushed my fingers in deeper. He screamed when I gave the last shove that got them all the way in, and I kissed the crying boy’s thigh encouragingly.
“That's awesome, fuckhole! That's great. Do my fingers in your asshole make you want to piss more?”
His head thrashed back and forth. His shaggy mane was sticking to his sweaty forehead.
“Ready for number three?”
I pulled my fingers from his asshole slowly.
“No!” he cried, “No more! I don't care if I piss myself! Please leave my ass alone!”
Tears ran down his cheeks as he sobbed. I took his rock-hard cock in my hand and stroked it slowly.
“Oh, I don't think you hate it as much as you say or your big hot cock wouldn't be so hard now, would it?”
I kept a hold of his cock and pulled on it slowly as I lined up three fingers to ram into his butt. I bunched them together and twisted them back and forth while I forced them into his gaping anus. He screamed and strained at his bonds. His taut legs quivered as I pressed my fingers deeper up to the first knuckle. By the time I had reached the second knuckle, his anus was stretched obscenely, and his tear-streaked cheeks were bright red and snot covered from all his blubbering.
I continued to pull on his leaking cock as I forced my fingers deeper. I pulled them out a little to let him recover and then pushed in deep again. His response was amazing. His pretty pink lips opened soundlessly as I forced my fingers all the way in. When he got his wind back, his scream was high-pitched and girlish.
I sucked on his soft, hairless testicles and jerked his hard cock while twisting my oily fingers in his distended anus.
It was magical.
I played with his ass and his balls and cock for a few minutes before I pulled my fingers out of his rectum and released his cock letting it slap against his belly.
“Well, you made it!” I told the sweating, bawling boy.
I leaned forward and stuck my fingers into his mouth as he opened it to cry — the fingers I had just pulled from his ass. He gagged and tried to spit them out.
“Oh, grow up! I just cleaned you out down there. It isn't that bad!”
I reached to untie his right ankle. He watched with interest anticipating being released to use the toilet. However, instead of letting his foot loose, I shortened the rope and moved his ankle so that it was closer to the headboard and more directly over his head. I did the same to the other foot.
“Hey,” he objected, “hey, you're supposed to let me go to the bathroom!”
“That is what I said. Unfortunately, for you, I was lying!”
He was now bent double with his ass sticking way up, and his cock pointed down — right at his face.
“In fact, I have ensured that when you do piss, you'll be pissing in your face!”
I laughed and rubbed the back of his thigh sliding my hand to his balls where I fondled the smooth, hairless skin of his scrotum.
“Nooo!” he wailed. “No! Please! You said I could go to the bathroom!”
I picked up my phone and turned it to video recording.
“Alright, baby boy!” I hollered over his objections. “I'm ready when you are!”
It took another ten minutes before he couldn't hold it anymore. I helped him along by pushing my fingers into his asshole occasionally and massaging his prostate for him. His body jerked when I did that.
It started with a trickle, a little stream of dark yellow that spurted from his cock head and splattered his chest and chin. He squeezed his pretty brown eyes shut, and I felt his ass muscles clenching on my fingers as he tried to shut off the flow of urine, but he couldn't hold it. He groaned desperately as his cock sprayed a gushing yellow stream onto his face. He closed his eyes and his mouth, so I reached down and pinched his nose shut while filming him with the phone in the other hand. He opened his mouth to breathe and piss flowed past his lips. He sputtered and moaned, trying to spit out the urine, but he had to swallow some. I cupped my hand under his spraying cock and gathered piss in my palm and then poured it into his open mouth.
“Oh…oh, God! Oh, God!” he moaned melodramatically.
He peed for quite a while having held it for so long. When the urine flow trickled to a stop, I took his semi-hard cock in my hand and shook it releasing the last drops of piss from the tip.
Jeremy was a mess. His hair was wet, and the sheet and blanket under the boy's head were soaked in piss. He kept his eyelids closed because urine had pooled in the hollows of his eyes. His chest, neck, and face were shiny with piss.
He smelled terrible too.
“Okay, Sunshine!” I told him as I got up from the bed. “I'll be back in an hour or so to clean you up! I'm going to have a couple of beers so I can come back and piss in your mouth before I untie you.”
I smiled, hearing his sobs. Leaning over to speak into his ear, I said, “And you're going to swallow it all too!”
He was crying softly to himself as I left the room whistling.
I entered the room to find Jeremy lying still. His head lay on a sheet soaked in cold urine. His hair had dried a little, and his skin was no longer wet, but I imagined it must itch with the dried piss on it. His wrists and ankles were still tied to the headboard, his body bent double with his feet fastened over his head. His limp cock dangled over his face. I ran my hand over his leg as I strolled up next to his head and smiled down at his red-cheeked face.
“Hi there, princess!” I said, smiling. I had left Jeremy an hour before just after he had pissed on his own face. I hadn't let him use the bathroom to force the situation on him. He was able to open his eyes now that the piss that had collected over his closed eyelids had dried.
“Please,” he croaked, “Please let me up.”
“I will, baby boy,” I said soothingly. “I will, you just have to drink my piss, remember?”
He turned his head away and a tear leaked from the corner of his eye. I fished my semi-hard cock from my underwear and held it in my hand with the head pointed at his face. Or it would have been had he been facing me.
“Turn around and open your mouth, honey,” I said.
My twelve-year-old captive clamped his mouth shut and kept his head where it was. I sighed and reached for his balls. One squeeze and he turned to look at me as he opened his mouth to yell.
“That's better,” I said, loosening my grip on his testicles, “Now, take my cock in your mouth and get ready to drink.”
Still, he kept his lips closed. Shaking my head, I tightened my fist on his nuts. He gritted his teeth and suffered through it as long as he could but gasped in pain when I squeezed tightly.
“Ooowww!” he howled.
“Open up, or I'll beat them black and blue,” I said calmly.
Sobbing, Jeremy parted the lips on his anguished face.
“Good boy,” I said while sliding my penis into his mouth. “Now close your lips around it and swallow when I start to piss. I don't want you to spill any, or there will be consequences, understand?”
With his mouth full, all the poor boy could do was give a nod.
“Good. Get ready.”
It's not as easy pissing in someone's mouth as you might think. Standing at a urinal is one thing, but leaning over, half-kneeling on your own bed, pushing your soft cock in someone's mouth, then letting go and pissing — not that easy. But I overcame the difficulty, I'm proud to say, and my cock leaked into Jeremy's waiting mouth.
The boy sputtered and coughed at first, spraying piss on the bed and his face, but he got the hang of it and soon started gulping down the warm, acrid fluid. It wouldn't hurt him, piss is sterile, but it sure works to break a kid down psychologically to piss in his mouth and make him swallow. To turn a boy into a human toilet is humiliating and degrading.
Which is why I do it.
“Good boy,” I muttered while running my fingers through his stiff, urine-coated hair, “Good boy, good toilet.”
When the flow of piss stopped, I withdrew my soft cock from between his glossy lips.
“Keep it open,” I ordered.
He looked at me in anguish but held his mouth open. I kept my cock an inch from his lips and shook the last few drops into his waiting mouth, and then patted his cheek.
“Good boy, you missed a few drops. I'll punish you for that later but not bad for your first time.”
I untied his ankles, and he stretched his legs out in front of him with a groan. They had fallen asleep having been tied over his head for more than two hours. When his wrists were free, I helped him shakily stand and guided him to the bathroom to clean him up.
“You stink,” I told him.
After a cold shower and a couple more enemas, I brought him back to the room. He was naked, of course, and shivering from the icy water. I wanted to make sure he was uncomfortable — and confused. Mixing up the kid's environment kept him off-balance. Hot/cold, dry/wet, soft/hard, pleasure — well, you get the idea.
I train children to be sex slaves; playthings for wealthy and influential members of society who are willing to pay outrageous amounts of money for the chance to possess a youth for the few years that the individual's own predilections allow them to find that young person attractive.
I was training Jeremy, you see. I wasn't engaged in this activity solely for my own gratification although I do love my work. I was preparing young Jeremy to get him ready for a new life as a sexual plaything. At twelve, Jeremy was at the higher end of what many of my clientele would find acceptable, but his beauty and submissive disposition would make up for some of that.
After he was trained to my satisfaction, resigned to his new life, he would be put up for auction and sold to the highest international bidder. I generally bring in between three and four hundred thousand for the merchandise, though I have gotten as much as half a million.
I made the boy remove the sodden sheets from the bed and replace them with clean, dry ones, after putting down a new rubber mat. He paled when I handed it to him. The threat was implied, which is why I did it. The captive's own mind sometimes tortures him more than anything I ever do.
“Please let me go,” he said
As he sat on the edge of the bed, I bent down and kissed him gently on the lips. He held still as my tongue traced the outline of his lips, and then he opened his mouth for me to slide my wet tongue gently past his teeth and into his warm mouth. We shared a long, gentle kiss while my hand caressed his chest and teased his nipples erect. My fingers traced a curving path down his belly to his thigh. I felt the cool, soft flesh of his leg, my hand slipped between his legs to his limp cock, which I bypassed for his tight, wrinkled scrotum. I gripped the small sack in my fist and squeezed causing Jeremy to gasp into my mouth.
“Don't argue with me, boy,” I said, softly but sternly, my lips touching his lightly, “lie down on the fucking bed and hold still.”
Jeremy lay on his back, and I tied his wrists over his head to the headboard again. He looked so sweet and scared lying there. It made my cock swell.
“You're going to suck my cock now, and I'm going to cum in your mouth. And you're going to swallow it.”
He looked at me with less fear than I expected. Perhaps he was getting used to the abuse already. I stepped forward and took Jeremy's hair in my hand to pull his head to the edge of the bed and then turn it sideways. Jeremy opened his lips willingly enough, and I pushed my hard cock into his hot, wet mouth.
Did I mention my cock? In detail, I mean. Well, it's big, really big. When my cock is hard, it's eight and a half inches long. The half inch is a vanity that I indulge myself in. Okay, I'm not John Holmes or Ron Jeremy big, but a hard, thick, eight and a half inch cock is a lot for a twelve-year-old to swallow. So to speak.
“Mmm,” I groaned.
It felt amazing. Holding Jeremy's hair with one hand, I let the other glide across the naked boy's soft chest, tweaking his nipples and feeling the ridges of his ab muscles as my palm slid down towards his crotch. I took his balls in my hand, holding them gently, but securely. Sending a message.
“Watch your teeth, cocksucker, if you want to keep these attached.”
I gave his nuts a gentle squeeze to demonstrate my meaning. He moaned his understanding, and I gasped when I felt his slick tongue swirl around the head of my cock.
“Oh, you've done this before, haven't you?” I asked.
He nodded as best he could with his mouth full of my thick, long cock.
“You and your buddies play around together?” I asked.
“Mmm-hmm,” he mumbled.
“Yeah, I bet you're really popular. Who taught you to suck cock like this?”
I pulled back enough to slip my own cock from his wet lips.
“My father,” he replied.
“No shit, you and the old man. How long has this been going on?”
“Since I was like six.”
I rubbed my long, slick cock on his cheek while he talked.
“He would slip into my room and tell me to suck him off.”
“Does your mom know?”
“Supposedly not, but probably.”
I shoved my cock back into his mouth, and he went to work, contentedly slobbering on my thick pole while I rocked my hips back and forth, fucking my shaft deeper into his mouth. I switched my hand from his balls to his cock. I was pretty confident that he wasn't going to bite, and I could still reach his jewels in a hurry if I had to.
His erection had wilted from waiting for me, and from the cold shower, but his cock leaped to life when I took it in my fist and started stroking t. He still hadn't cum after all the teasing I had done before, so he was hard in short order. Jeremy moaned around my cock, and he moved his hips up and down while I stroked his red rod.
“Lick my balls.”
I pulled my cock free of his sucking lips. Jeremy tipped his head upward and lapped at the loose skin of my hairy scrotum. I pressed my balls against his lips, and he sucked the folds of skin between my nuts. I pulled back, and Jeremy sucked one of my testicles into his mouth. I felt the warm, wet contact of his tongue as it swirled around the orb. I let him suck my nuts for a while before I jabbed my hard cock back in his mouth.
My hand moved up and down on his cock as my own tool slid in and out of the boy's mouth. Jeremy squirmed and wiggled on the bed, his legs bending and straightening while I played with his cock. He was on edge again, and I debated letting him cum when I did, but I got hold of myself and held his cock still in my hand when I felt my orgasm building to a climax.
“Ah, I'm gonna cum! Just hold it in your mouth. Don't swallow yet!”
My cock jabbed in and out of his mouth in short punches as my balls emptied onto his tongue. I rubbed the head of my cock on the wet, pink tongue, spitting glob after glob of warm sperm on it. Jeremy closed his eyes and sucked my cum into his mouth with practiced ease. My fingers slid through his hair as my cock drooled its last into his warm mouth.
“Ah, good boy!” I sighed.
I snatched my phone from the nightstand and turned on the camera.
“Okay, let's see.”
Jeremy opened his mouth, and I took a picture of his beautiful young face with my creamy sperm nestled on his tongue.
“Awesome, go ahead and swallow.”
He obeyed, and I patted his thigh.
I tied his ankles to the bed, leaving him on his back, spread-eagled and naked, his hard cock lying on his abdomen. Sitting next to him, I took his erection in my hand, stroking it slowly and gently. He closed his eyes again, and his hips rose and fell in rhythm with my moving fist. I played with him for half an hour bringing him repeatedly to the edge of an orgasm but not granting him release. I didn't use any lube either. By the time I was finished, his hard cock was a chafed, angry red color. I'm sure it hurt him as well as turned him on. Pain and pleasure. To keep him guessing. To keep his head reeling.
Jeremy lay on the bed sweating and red-cheeked. His hair stuck to his forehead in wet clumps. His eyes were red from crying. I rose, opened a drawer, and took out a black plastic butt plug.
“This'll keep you occupied while I'm gone.”
I oiled the plastic bulb and reached under his ass, pressing the rounded tip against his anus and pressing the object inside. A wire dangled from the end with a switch on it. When I pushed the switch, the blunted cone started vibrating. I knew from experience that the pleasant buzz would stimulate young Jeremy's prostate and rectum, keeping his cock hard and leaking, but not enough to make him cum.
“Please,” he sobbed, looking at me pitifully, “take it out! I can't stand it!”
Tears streaked his red cheeks, and his lips were wet with spit. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen from crying. He looked so sexy, bound naked to my bed like that. I almost gave in and fucked him right then. But I held off. I had different plans.
“You sleep tight, Sunshine, tomorrow I'll work your balls over for a while. Then I'll fuck your ass good and hard.”
The look of despair on his face as I closed and locked the door made my spent cock lurch.
“Good morning, Beautiful!” I shouted.
Jeremy lay on the bed, tied spread-eagled. His face and body were coated in sweat. His hard cock lay on his belly leaking pre-cum onto his abdomen. The battery had run out, so the vibrating butt plug no longer buzzed in his asshole, but the plastic cone was still stimulating him leaving his erect cock leaking and pulsing.
My dazed, confused, captive opened his eyes blearily and focused on my naked body.
“Please,” he croaked, “please let me go!”
I smiled at him and stood next to his bound, naked body. I gripped his swollen, abused cock and squeezed eliciting a groan from his throat.
“Not before I fuck you and torture your balls for a while.”
I smiled when his face drained of color. He really was beautiful. His pale, delicate features were still youthful and effeminate. His eyes were large for his face. His nose was narrow and short, and his pink lips large and full, forming a perpetual pout.
And mine for now. Until I sold him.
I untied his wrists first, then his ankles. He moved slowly feeling pins and needles in his hands and feet.
“Come on, baby boy!”
I dragged him off the bed by his nearest arm. He slumped to his knees on the carpeted floor. His legs wouldn't hold him. I took a handful of his thick black hair and pulled him along on his hands and knees to the bathroom.
I indicated the bathtub. Jeremy looked at me, and I nodded at the tub encouragingly.
“Sit down,” I said when he had climbed in.
He sat on his ass with his back against the cold porcelain and his feet splayed out in front. I tied his wrists together behind his back and let him slump back against the side of the tub.
He looked at me pityingly, but I only stared back.
“Please, don't make me!” he whined.
I sighed. I stepped up to the tub.
“Maybe this will help.”
I held my semi-hard cock in my hand and aimed a stream of urine at Jeremy's face. He turned his head and sputtered trying to avoid the spray of urine, but I soaked his hair and shoulders.
His naked body shuddered as I relieved my bladder on him. I shook the last drops from the end of my prick.
His head hung on his chest, and he sobbed. My piss was dripping from his hair onto his chest and stomach.
I turned away and went into the bedroom. I returned with my phone and switched on the video camera.
Dejected and defeated, Jeremy let go of his full bladder. A thick yellow geyser erupted from his cock, dribbling down the sides of his erection and spraying his belly and chest. His hard-on caused the stream to spray and spatter unevenly leaving droplets of piss on his chest, stomach, and thighs. He sobbed again when he finished, sitting in a small pool of cooling urine. I had captured the whole scene on video.
“Very good,” I condescendingly told him.
I turned on the water and sprayed him clean with the hand-held shower. I kept the water cold, so he shivered uncomfortably. He looked so pitiful, dripping wet in the bottom of the tub. Ashamed and humiliated at having had me watch him piss on himself.
My cock was rock hard.
“Come on, Princess, time to clean that ass before I fuck it!”
Helping him to his feet with a hand under one elbow, he sobbed as he watched me prepare the enema bag. I like to let him watch the preparations as it increased his apprehension. I enjoy keeping my merchandise on edge.
After cleaning him out a few times, we retired to the bedroom. Jeremy paused at the side of the bed, as usual, but I pulled him along to the foot, standing him up facing me between the high bedposts with his back to the bed. With some loose pieces of rope, I tied his wrists to the posts, over his head, then tied his ankles similarly. He stood, naked and vulnerable, with his arms and legs spread apart.
I ran my hand up and down his chest. His skin was smooth and soft. I had shaved him again. I stepped closer to him, letting my palm glide down his belly and abdomen to grip his swelling cock. The poor organ was red and chafed from all the abuse I had doled out to it the past two days. Poor Jeremy was sobbing from unfulfilled lust now, as I manipulated his hard, six-inch cock. I felt the warm slime of his pre-cum on my hand and slipped my tongue into his mouth.
Despite his fear, he sucked eagerly on my tongue breathing heavily through his nose. I reached lower with my other hand and cupped his hairless balls, massaging them gently as I masturbated his overly sensitized dick.
“Today I'm gonna work on your balls, Sunshine.”
I like to tell my merchandise what I plan to do to them. The anticipation tortures their minds more than I do their bodies, usually.
“You're really gonna hate it.”
“Please,” he begged, “please don't hurt me! I'll be a good boy!”
That made my cock lurch. Wow, what a sexy kid!
“Of course I'm going to hurt you, Sunshine,” I promised him. “How else are you gonna learn to be the perfect cumdump?”
I smiled into his tear-filled eyes.
“Besides, I like it!”
With that, I squeezed his balls drawing a pained groan from Jeremy's sexy pink lips. I didn't squeeze too hard. I didn't want to do any severe damage. I'm not interested in inflicting physical pain for its own sake. What I was doing was breaking the boy's will by intimidation and some torture to get my point across to him.
“You're mine now. You have no existence but what I provide you. No will of your own. You aren't even a person anymore. You're an object to be used for the satisfaction of whoever happens to own you at the time.
“And, right now, that's me. And I want to hurt your balls. So I'm going to.
“Get used to it, fuckhole,” I told him.
He sobbed as I stepped back and picked up yet another piece of rope. I use an ordinary household rope, clothesline actually, rather than cuffs or chains, or leather straps and ball restraints. There is no BDSM paraphernalia in my home, nothing to link me to any sex crime.
I tied the rope around his scrotum up against the bottom of his cock. His hard little nuts bulged below the tightly bound line. The vein-covered skin was stretched severely across them. The twelve-year-old boy’s shaved scrotum jutted out under his hard cock, pink and vulnerable.
I cupped his warm balls in my palm feeling the soft skin against my hand.
“Mmm,” I moaned against his wet lips.
I tasted salt, from his tears. Delicious. Then I squeezed his vulnerable nuts again and caught his scream in my mouth. I felt the warm rush of his breath against my lips and tongue and licked his lower lip tasting his saliva as it drooled out.
“Wow,” I gasped, “What a rush!”
I was smiling happily, but he was crying and yelling as I turned my hand twisting his balls painfully but not harmfully. I twisted his nuts back and forth while occasionally dipping my tongue into his wet mouth to taste his drool.
“Awesome,” I whispered.
I stepped back and looked at Jeremy, hanging in his bonds, sweating, and gasping. I looked at his reddened nut sack and slapped it with my fingers dragging a surprised scream from the thin, naked boy. I slapped his balls back and forth a few times watching as he twitched in his bonds. His hard cock swung back and forth as I hit him. I didn't strike him hard, but it was enough to make him cry and cringe.
“Please!” he yelled, tears running down his cheeks. “Please stop!”
“Okay,” I relented, “It's time to try something else anyway.”
“No,” he sobbed quietly, “no, no, please don't.”
I smiled at him.
“I love hearing you beg. It won't do any good, but I like that it shows me how much you hate this!”
The despairing look on his beautiful young face made my cock swell and drip.
“Man, I can't wait to tie you up and fuck your ass!”
I loved the look of anguish on his sweet face. I took his cheeks in my palms tenderly and kissed his slimy lips, taking my time. It was a warm, passionate kiss. He opened his lips, and I inserted my tongue into his sweet mouth. I stepped closer so he could feel my hard cock against his abdomen. I put my arms around his slender body and held him tight as our kiss grew more urgent. I felt him moving his hips forward and back rubbing his cock against my hairy thigh as he gasped and panted into my mouth.
Then I kneed him in the balls.
I caught his gasp in my mouth and stepped back as his body bent forward trying to fold up and protect his abused testicles, but he couldn't, so I slapped them drawing a whining cry from his thin body.
I turned and picked up a five-pound weight from near the dresser. It was one of those kettlebell things with a handle at the top and a large bulb underneath. I tied the end of the rope around Jeremy's balls to the handle and let it drop a couple of inches, yanking his nuts down and making him scream again. The heavyweight swung between his legs. I pushed it with my foot to keep it swaying back and forth.
Jeremy's young body was strained and sweating. His legs were stiff, and his arms pulled and twisted the ropes holding his arms to the posts. I could see his ribs through the soft white skin of his sides. His belly was sucked in, and his pretty face was twisted in a rictus of pain.
I snapped a few pictures of his suffering, then kissed him again as he cried. I knew from experience that the weight on his balls was uncomfortable but not unbearable. Some of my closest friends even like it, which is how I knew to do it in the first place.
But that’s enough about my private sex life.
I switched his position to something more uncomfortable. It took some doing, but I managed to lift his feet to meet his hands bending him double. The kettlebell weight swung in slow circles under his ass. His bound nuts stuck out in front of him invitingly.
“Time to spank those balls, baby boy!”
I turned to the closet and returned with a thin leather belt, way out of style, but perfect for my needs. I stepped up to the suffering boy and swung the belt back and forth to line it up with his balls.
“Ready, fuckhole?” I asked rhetorically.
I let the belt swing up and tap his bound scrotum lightly making him wince.
“No, please don't!” he sobbed.
I smiled at him and smacked the flat side of the belt against his nuts, hard. He screamed and jumped in his bonds. His cock bobbed in front of him as his body flinched.
“Ow! No! Please, don't!” he cried.
I swung the belt back and forth smacking his nuts. I loved the way they bounced at the impact of the thin leather strap. Moving the belt forward a little, I let the tip of the belt nick his asshole when it contacted his balls. After a dozen smacks of the belt against his vulnerable balls, I stopped
“Okay, here's how this works. You count every time I hit your nuts.”
He looked at me desperately, shaking his head slowly.
“Oh, yes,” I corrected him, “And when you reach twenty, I'll stop.”
He sobbed, drool running down his chin and collecting on his chest.
“No,” he whispered, “Please. No more.”
It was a pretty dramatic display considering I wasn't hitting him all that hard. What a wimp.
I swung the belt again smacking his nuts.
“Ow! No, please, don't!”
“Wrong! You’re supposed to count 'One!'. Now, we have to start again!”
I smacked him again, and his naked body rocked in the ropes. I stood, waiting.
“One,” he whispered.
“Make sure they're loud enough to hear, baby boy. If I can't hear you, I'll start over.”
He made it to seven. Eight was just a dry croak.
“Sorry, Sweetcheeks,” I told him not sounding sorry at all, “couldn't make that out. Gotta start over.”
I yanked on the rope around his balls smiling at the strangled groan I caused.
“One!” he yelled, as my belt hit his balls.
“Twenty!” he practically screamed when we reached the end together.
Then I smacked his nuts again harder than ever.
“And one to grow on!” I said over his cry.
I stood between his legs and kissed his spitty, crying face. I sucked his lips between my teeth and chewed on them gently, and pressed my body against his, squeezing his poor, swollen nuts between us.
The muffled sound of his sobs made my dick twitch. In this position, my hard cock was rubbing against Jeremy's thigh, and I humped his leg a little as I kissed him leaving a trail of clear slime behind. As I kissed his lips, I drew my fingertip through my pre-cum and used the insufficient lubrication to push the digit into his asshole. He moaned and sobbed while I fucked him with my finger and pressed against his sore balls. I softly brushed my lips against his.
“Mmm. Time to fuck that sweet asshole of yours, baby boy.”
“Ready to get fucked?” I asked Jeremy.
My captive slave hung in his ropes, bent in half at the waist with his hands and feet tied over his head, tied to the high bedposts. He sobbed in reply.
“No,” he whined softly as I fondled his tightly bound testicles. “Please, don't hurt me.”
“Hurt you?” I replied feigning surprise. “Oh, I'm quite sure it'll hurt you. But it'll probably turn you on like crazy!”
I smiled into his pale, pretty, twelve-year-old face.
“Gotta get you down first, though.”
I reached up and untied his right wrist. He yelled when his thin body tipped, suspended by his feet and his left wrist. I released that wrist, and he fell to the bed on his shoulders, his feet still tied above his head. He looked so vulnerable that I just had to take advantage of him. I took his hard, six-inch cock in my hand and pumped it slowly as I fondled his tightly wrapped balls. He whimpered at the molestation, no doubt anticipating more abuse of his red, swollen scrotum.
I didn't disappoint him.
I released my grip on his beautiful cock and shoved a dry finger into his hairless asshole. I had just denuded his entire body, so he was smooth and bald between his legs. While I am fingering his anus, I pulled and twisted his sore nuts causing him to scream and writhe on the bed. He tried to reach between his legs to stop me but was too weak from hunger and lack of sleep to offer any real defense. I untied the thin rope from around Jeremy's swollen balls and caught the loosened sack in my hand. Bending at the waist, I clutched his scrotum and pulled it upward to meet my swirling tongue.
“Mmm,” I moaned dramatically as my tongue slid across the soft, smooth skin of his ball sack.
I opened my mouth wide and sucked both of the swollen orbs into my mouth, none too gently. I sucked hard making him wiggle his ass to try to get away from my sucking mouth. At the same time, I rammed my finger all the way inside his ass drawing a scream from his drooling mouth. I let his balls slip from my lips, smiled at him across his naked body, and then bit down on one of his nuts. He hissed as he observed me. I held his vulnerable testicle between my teeth, squeezing my jaw closed a little, then opening it, teasing and threatening him. I squash the base of his scrotum, pushing his nuts outward, and closed my teeth on both of the oblong orbs at the same time. He screamed and writhed on the mattress, and I chuckled with his balls in my mouth. I released his abused testicles.
I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. I had stalled long enough. Turning away from Jeremy, I went to the television on the wall opposite the bed and turned it on, clicking on the channel I wanted.
“Hey, Sunshine!” I said to Jeremy, “You're gonna be on TV!”
He looked at me uncomprehendingly through his tears, his feet still tied to the bedposts suspended over his head. I untied his ankles, and his legs fell to the bed, his feet dangling off the edge. Jeremy clutched his sore nuts in his hands, but I noticed his hard cock sticking up between them, and knew he was overreacting.
“Actually,” I clarified, pulling him to a sitting position and grasping one wrist, “you won't be there, but they'll be talking about you!”
I fastened the poor captive's wrists to the bedpost, leaving the ropes longer, so his hands weren't as high. He could then kneel on the bed, facing the television, and I could kneel behind him, which I did.
Jeremy gasped when he saw the image on the screen. His own mother was standing at a portable podium in front of their house, surrounded by stern-looking men and women in suits and uniforms with a bouquet of microphones in front of their faces.
“They're holding a press conference, baby boy,” I whispered in his ear.
My arms had gone around his slender, naked body. One hand fondled a nipple while the other slowly pumped his cock in a fist. I heard him sob when he saw his mother, and my cock twitched.
A glossy baritone voice droned in the background informing us listeners that young Jeremy's shoes had been found on the bank of a swift-flowing river. The news anchor went on to describe the investigation into the boy's father, and the pictures they had found on his computer; photos of children under the age of thirteen in sexual situations — and images of Jeremy himself.
The arrest of the father and the discovery of the shoes had been almost simultaneous, and investigators had easily—and incorrectly—come to the conclusion that twelve-year-old Jeremy had drowned himself as the result of his father's sexual abuse. Nobody had been found, the narrator said, but the current was strong…
I reached for the bottle of oil I had handy and used it to lube my eight and a half inch cock. I used the remaining oil to ram my fingers up Jeremy's ass while listening to the county sheriff describe the current state of the investigation. Fortunately for me, the big, pot-bellied goof loved to hear himself orate, so I had plenty of time to align my big cock with young Jeremy's virgin asshole.
“Are you a virgin, Jeremy?” I asked in his ear.
He didn't reply. He was absorbed in the news conference.
“Hey,” I said, grabbing his balls from behind to get his attention, “has anyone ever fucked your ass?”
He moaned at the pain and shook his head. I chose to believe him though in his state he could just as well have been lying. So I took my hard cock and pressed it against his slick hole, pushing it in slowly as Jeremy gazed at the tear-streaked face of his mother. It was beautiful. What a great way to demoralize a boy. How could he possibly deny to himself that I totally controlled him, fucking him while watching his mom on live TV? The only way it could have been better is if we had been there in person. Oh, well.
Jeremy gasped and started crying when my thick cock plunged into his anus. Good thing for him I had jammed all those fingers up his ass the day before, or it would have really hurt him. It took some pushing and pulling, and I had to hold him around the waist with one arm to keep his thin body steady, but I managed to wedge all eight-plus inches into his tight, hot ass. I paused to enjoy the feel of the hot walls of his rectum, clutching my hard cock. He moaned and sobbed, and I put my lips to the side of his neck, kissing him lovingly while the big sheriff stepped away from the mikes and the lead detective on Jeremy's case came forward to describe the discovery of his shoes by the river bank.
“I put your shoes and socks there.”
I slid my cock from his ass and then pushed it back in deep. At the same time, I returned my hand to his six-inch erection stroking it gently as I fucked him and he listened to the cop.
“I laid them near the water and pressed my heels into the gravel leading to the river's edge.”
The detective went on to explain that though they had not found a body, there had been no other sightings of the boy since his disappearance. That was lucky for me. It's almost impossible these days to disappear without a video camera seeing you somewhere. The park where I had first found him had no surveillance cameras. Jeremy must not have been to any stores with cameras either after he ran away.
I started fucking him faster. His ass was loosening up and letting my cock in and out more easily.
The kid was a natural.
I wasn't hurting him that much, either. He was either lying about being a virgin or had explored his own asshole with objects before. At the moment, I didn't care. I loved the feel of this twelve-year old's tight ass on my cock. I could feel his erection oozing pre-cum on my hand, and knew he was close, too. Despite the horror and strangeness of his situation, his long-abused cock was ready to spurt. He'd been on edge for almost two days after all.
Then his mother stepped up, and I knew I had to time this just right. She started talking, haltingly, about how much she did—and would—miss her boy. How she hadn't given up hope of finding him alive. But the solemn faces behind her told a different story.
“They all think you're dead, baby boy,” I said softly in his ear.
I kissed his neck and fucked him.
“They've stopped looking.”
He sobbed and hung in his restraint while I used his body.
“You no longer exist; you're a non-person. I can do anything I want to you, and no one will know because you're already dead.”
His body shook, and his cock lurched as I pulled on it more insistently.
“You're all mine now.”
I pumped his ass faster as I felt my orgasm building. Jeremy hung his head. I didn't want that. I took his hair in my free hand and pulled his head back, so he had to look at the image of his mother.
“See? See her? She's moving on with her life now.”
The pretty, puffy-eyed woman stepped back from the microphones, and the sheriff and the detective moved closer to stand protectively next to her.
“Those two are probably fucking her already.”
The thought turned me on. I was so close.
“When the reporters leave, they'll take her in the house and have a quick threesome before the cops go home.”
Jeremy sobbed, but I felt his cock harden a little.
“Maybe she'll have all the cops in for a gang bang!”
I rammed my cock deep into his ass and came, jetting streams of hot cum into his bowels while pulling rapidly on his cock. Jeremy gasped and sobbed, and his cock shot thin ropes of semen out onto the foot of the bed and the carpeted floor in front of him. We came at the same time, looking at his mother and her entourage.
It went perfectly.
I slowly pulled his cock milking the last of his load from the softening shaft and rubbed my slimy hand on his belly and chest.
“That was awesome, baby boy,” I murmured in his ear.
I flicked my tongue in his ear and nibbled his earlobe. I felt his body shudder and smiled. I rubbed my hands up and down his slick skin from behind.
“Mmm, you're all sweaty.”
When I pulled my wilting cock from his ass, I dug my fingers into his sore asshole to gather some of my cum and then stuffed the slimy digits into his mouth. Hanging limply in the ropes, my new slave sucked my fingers clean without protest.
Before I left, I offered him a drink and pissed in his mouth. Now that I had broken him, I could begin his real training. As I left the room and locked the door from the outside, I wondered if Jeremy's mother really was fucking those cops. I left the naked slave alone for a while with his wrists tied together behind his back and a rope securing his neck to a bedpost.
Having assaulted his young mind in the morning, I decided to let Jeremy rest for a while before assaulting his sweet young body again.
I made him a peanut butter sandwich; the first food I had allowed him since I had picked him up in the park two days before and brought it to the room he was in. It had been a couple of hours since I had raped him while we watched the press conference with his mother, where the police had explained their theory that Jeremy had drowned himself as a result of his father's sexual abuse. The abuse had been real. The suicide, of course, had not.
I had left the boy's shoes near a swift-moving river, and the authorities had incorrectly assumed the boy had committed suicide; perfect for me. Now no one would be looking for the boy, and his viewing of the news conference had hammered home the idea that he was gone in his mother's mind and now belonged to me.
I opened the door and entered the bedroom to find him asleep, curled up on top of the bed with his wrists secured behind his back with a plastic zip-tie. I stopped and took my phone from my pocket to snap some pictures of the sleeping, naked, bound twelve-year-old boy. His big brown eyes fluttered open when I sat next to him on the bed.
“Hey, Sunshine!” I said brightly. “I brought you lunch.”
I cut the tie on his wrists, and he sat up, with the rope still tied around his neck, holding him to the bedpost. He looked longingly at the sandwich and reached for the plate.
“Slowly,” I told him after he took a huge bite and started chewing, “your stomach's pretty empty, so take it easy.”
He slowed down but finished the sandwich quickly.
“Thirsty?” I asked. I had given him plain peanut butter on purpose.
He nodded, and I stood and released my flaccid cock from my boxers.
“My piss is all you will drink as long as I have you here,” I explained.
Tears welled up in his eyes, but he leaned forward and opened his mouth taking my growing cock between his soft, pink lips.
“Tip your head back and open your mouth,” I instructed. This was new.
He leaned back and parted his lips. I took my cock in one hand and held the phone in the other. I let a thin stream of piss rush from my cock into his mouth, pinching off the end to stop the flow when there was a puddle of urine in his mouth.
“Swallow,” I said,
I recorded the scene on video as he choked down the mouthful of piss. Repeating the process until my bladder was empty, I added more piss to his mouth. I made him hold his mouth open while I shook the drops of the end of my cock onto his tongue. A final degradation.
“Good! Do you have to go?”
He nodded, so I untied the rope from the bed and led him to the bathroom where I recorded him pissing on video. I then led him back to the bed, tied his wrists behind his back with rope, and laid him on his back pinning his arms beneath him. I lay down next to him and rolled atop his thin body to kiss him, exploring his mouth with my tongue, finally feeling him respond to the tenderness of my kisses by sliding his own tongue into my mouth so I could suck on the sweet, pink organ.
While I kissed him, my fingers trailed across his hairless chest, teasing his nipples erect. This was going to be a slow seduction entirely different from the harsh rape earlier in the morning. I wanted to keep him off balance emotionally. I kissed him tenderly for ten minutes while my hands traveled over his young, hairless body. Finally, I moved my lips to his warm, soft neck. I could feel his blood pounding through his jugular vein with my lips. My hand drifted to his cock, hard again already after having been jerked off two hours before.
My mouth traveled down his neck to his chest where I sucked both his nipples pulling gently on them with my teeth. His deep-throated moan told me I pleased him. I kissed his chest, then the soft, warm skin of his flat belly. My lips slid across his hip to his upper thigh where I licked the salt left by his dried sweat. His legs opened of their own accord when my lips touched the inside of his thigh, and I licked the soft skin there my cheek brushing his smooth scrotum.
I lifted his cock from his belly and licked the head, making him moan and lift his hips, inviting me to suck it. This I did, wrapping my lips around his sweet cock head and teasing his piss hole with the tip of my tongue. I smiled around his hard cock when I heard his soft, whining moan, and I sucked the whole six-inch length of his shaft into my mouth. Jeremy flinched when my hand cupped his balls, which were still sensitive after all the abuse I had heaped on them earlier in the day. But he relaxed when all I did was hold them gently. My mouth left his hard cock to suck on his balls, one at a time. I heard a whimper when I took the first one in my mouth. The last time his nuts had been in my mouth I had bitten them. But this time I laved them with my tongue while fisting his hard cock, and soon he was thrashing and moaning as I worked his genitals with my lips and tongue.
As I returned my mouth to his cock, I inserted a finger between his ass cheeks to tickle his anus, which was still slick from the sperm I had deposited there earlier. I slowly pushed the digit as I sucked him. He hissed, arching his back, but soon calmed down. Apparently, the single finger felt good to him because he was soon moaning again as I massaged his prostate. Withdrawing the slimy finger, I held it up to his lips, forcing it into his mouth. Jeremy sucked the finger eagerly cleaning my cum from it before I reinserted it into his anus.
“Mmm,” he moaned, “Aaahhh!”
His legs kicked feebly as I sucked his cock and fingered his warm, slick anus. I looked at him with his cock in my mouth and smiled letting the hard, wet organ slip from my lips. He looked down at me with his eyes glazed with lust.
Climbing to my knees, I knelt between his splayed thighs, looking down at his pale, thin, hairless body. I reached under his knees and laid his thighs against my chest. He gazed up at me, helpless with his arms bound beneath him. I took my cock in my hand and rubbed the fat head slowly against his slick anus. His body stiffened, but the insistent massaging of his asshole with my cock soon relaxed him. He continued to stare at me, but his eyes were lidded, and his lips parted. I could see his hard nipples and his leaking cock and knew he was ready.
“Okay, baby boy, here it goes!”
I rose to my knees and pressed my cock against his sphincter feeling the hard ring of muscle expand slowly and reluctantly as my thick cock head pushed past. Jeremy's mouth hung open, and his face paled in anticipation of the searing pain he expected — but didn't receive. His asshole had been stretched earlier, and his channel was still lubricated, allowing my hard cock to pass inside with minimal pain. The twelve-year-old boy gazed at me with open mouth and wide eyes, surprised and pleased by the sensation in his ass. I worked my cock back and forth, pushing deeper with each slow, forward thrust. Jeremy's thin, pale body rocked in rhythm with my thrusting hips. His face looked so beautiful, especially his lust-filled eyes.
“Feel good, fuckhole?”
He seemed to have forgotten the earlier abuse he had received at my hands. How elastic is the mind of a child! I saw him close his eyes and nod, and I was tempted to grab his balls and twist them, just to revel in the look of pain and betrayal in his pretty face. Instead, I shoved the rest of my cock in his clutching asshole feeling my balls pressing against his warm, soft ass cheeks and took his hard cock in my hand gently. I stroked his cock slowly, smiling as he moved his hips up and down, riding my cock with his asshole while he fucked my hand. He was soon panting toward another orgasm. His cock leaked a steady trail of pre-cum on my hand pooling on his flexing belly. A sheen of sweat coated his naked body.
With my free hand, I explored his body, rubbing my palm along his inner thighs, his belly and chest. I played with his hard nipples pulling and twisting them gently. His face was flushed, his eyes big and glazed as he got ready to explode cum all over his belly. However, I smiled and released his throbbing organ letting it slap his sweating abdomen. He looked disappointed but unsurprised by the interruption of his orgasm.
“Not yet, baby boy,” I purred.
I smiled at him and pulled my cock from his ass slowly. He groaned in disappointment when the red head popped from his slick hole. My cock lay atop his as I ran my palms across his sweaty stomach and chest. I felt the rise and fall of his ribs, then leaned forward and held myself over his body, our genitals rubbing against each other, to kiss him. His mouth had opened before my lips met his, and his tongue was already out when they met. I let him suck on my tongue and tasted his saliva.
Jeremy breathed heavily through his nose and moaned. He lifted his hips to rub his cock against mine. It felt good, but I didn't want him to cum yet, so I had to break the kiss and roll off his body. I pushed him over gently until he lay on his side with his back to me. I lay against him and settled with my hard, hot cock nestled between his ass cheeks. Putting an arm around the thin boy, I pulled him against me and rubbed my cock up and down in his ass crack. He pressed his ass against me in response. I leaned forward, and Jeremy turned his head to kiss me over his shoulder. It was awkward but sexy. We kissed and licked each other's tongues, and I took his cock back in my hand, masturbating him slowly as we made out. His soft, passionate whimpers made my cock leak against his ass, lubricating its passage along with his deep butt crack.
“If you want me to fuck you,” I whispered in his ear, “lift your leg.”
He moaned, and his leg rose inviting me to slide my hard cock back into his asshole. I smiled and kissed his neck, my tongue sliding into his small ear as I took my cock in hand and guided to his asshole. He groaned softly as my cock slid home. It felt like his ass was sucking my erection into his body. So warm and soft. I slid my lower arm under him and cradled his slender, naked body in a warm embrace holding him against my chest as I slowly pumped my cock into and out of his ass.
“I hope you don't have any plans,” I muttered into his ear, “I just came, so I'm gonna take my time fucking you, baby boy, that alright?”
He moaned and wiggled his body against me. I could feel his arms pressed between us.
“Do you want me to stop and untie you?” I asked him rhetorically.
I had no intention of either stopping or releasing his wrists. Jeremy lay in my arms, pushing his ass against my cock, and shook his head slowly in a negative gesture.
“Of course not,” I said, “you're mine now. The bindings only enforce that fact.”
He remained silent while I continued to use his asshole for my pleasure. I took my time as I had told him. I would slide my cock out until just the head remained clenched by his resilient sphincter, then push the eight and a half inches of my rod all the way in. Jeremy moaned at the final, deep penetration of those log thrusts. My free hand moved around his body, pulling his nipples, rubbing his belly, pulling on his cock, fondling his balls. By the time I was ready to cum, Jeremy was past ready. His cheeks were flushed, his nipples hard, his cock leaking. He practically sobbed when I teased the head of his cock with my fingers, tickling and pulling it as he jabbed his hips in an attempt to rub the over-sensitized organ against my hand.
“You just came today, you greedy slut,” I chastised him, “No more for you today!”
He moaned his disappointment. I held him tighter and quickened the pace of my thrusts. Jeremy gasped and whined as I jabbed my cock in and out of his ass, panting in his ear as my orgasm neared.
“Mmm, mmm, aaahhh!” I moaned.
I felt my cock head harden and expand as it poured semen into his ass. It was a small load. A few quick jabs and I was done. I kissed him, keeping him in my arms until my cock wilted and slid out of his leaking hole on its own. I rolled him on his back and ran my hand over his body, ending on his cock, of course.
“Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?”
“I wanna take you out!”
Jeremy's face paled. I looked at him curiously, and then realized what he was thinking. Take you out. Didn't think kids today would even know what that old expression meant! I'd have to remember that for future use. I laughed.
“No, no, no!” I told him. “I mean out of the house, silly boy!”
The best disguise is hiding in place sight. Trying to become invisible — dark sunglasses, high collars, long coats, etc. — only ends up drawing attention to the person being disguised. I was not going to try to hide Jeremy. I was going to show him off.
First, I had to address his hair. After showering the bound boy, I sprayed his longish brown hair with red temporary hair dye to disguise the color and then brought him, naked and unresisting, back to the bedroom. I released his wrists from behind his back and retrieved his new wardrobe from a plastic bag.
I had purchased clothing for Jeremy the day before while he slept. I pulled out a hot pink mini skirt and told him to slip it on. He looked at the garment in my hands without moving. Stepping closer, I bent forward and kissed him, then grabbed his balls and twisted them harshly. He bent and screamed reaching for his crotch. I stood back and smiled at him holding out the skirt.
“Never disobey me!”
He looked up with tears in his pretty, dark eyes and reached out a shaky hand to take the tiny garment. It took him a couple of tries, what with his painful scrotum, but I let him take his time. Jeremy straightened, and I looked at his long, shapely legs, exposed by the short skirt. The stretchy fabric clung to his hips and thighs. The head of his semi-hard cock dangled under the short hem.
“Well, that won't do, your big-boy cock is showing!”
He blushed. I thought it was cute the way he could still be so easily humiliated. His cock shrunk further as I watched. The result of the pain in his balls no doubt.
I took a device from the bag that I had not had to purchase. I have had this little gem for a while, and I use it a lot. It's a small metal tube, open at one end, about two inches long. A flaccid penis fits into it nicely. There are straps that buckle around the wearer's waist and through his legs holding it in place over his soft cock. Another adjustable strap tightens around the base of his nuts. I slipped the tube on Jeremy's now flaccid penis and tightened the straps confining his penis.
The device isn't painful, in and of itself, but it is restricting. When the wearer — or victim, as I like to call him — gets an erection, there is nowhere for his swelling manhood to go resulting in discomfort and even pain. As I explained this to the boy, I took him in my arms and kissed him. I held his mostly naked body in my arms and swirled my tongue around inside his mouth while squeezing his ass through his short skirt. He started moaning and returning my kiss. Then he wiggled uncomfortably in my arms and pulled back from my lips.
“Ow!” he protested. “It hurts. Please, take it off!”
“Nope,” I said, smiling into his tear-filled eyes, “it's supposed to hurt. In fact, I have something here for you that should make it worse!”
I held up a plastic, oval-shaped device, an inch thick and about three inches long. It was a tube with rounded ends. Two short wires dangled from one end. I took Jeremy back in my arms, reached behind him with both hands, and pulled his ass cheeks apart with the fingers of one hand while pressing the curved end of the vibrator against his anus with the other.
“It's a vibrating egg,” I explained.
His hole was dry, so it took some pushing and twisting to get it in, but I took my time, kissing him and holding him tight as I worked it all the way in until his anus closed around the egg with just the wires dangling from his asshole.
He stood there looking miserable with tears on his cheeks. Apparently, the entrance of the vibrator into his dry asshole had been uncomfortable.
“And here's the best part!”
I ignoring his agony. I held up a pink remote control and pushed a button. Jeremy's eyes flew open, and his jaw sagged as the little egg started buzzing in his ass. I couldn't hear it, but I could tell by his reaction that it was working.
“Awesome, isn't it?” I said gleefully. “This way, when I want you to get a hard-on and make your dick hurt, all I have to do it push this button! And look, it has different speeds!”
I pressed the second button, and Jeremy stood on tiptoe as the egg buzzed faster.
“Oowww!” he whined.
“Oh, is your dick swelling up in there?” I asked feigning concern.
“It hurts! Ow!” he cried while bending at the waist and lifting one knee. He reached for his crotch.
“Ah…ah…ah!” I interposed stepping toward him. “No touching without permission!”
He stood bent over with his cock pressing painfully against the inside of its metal container.
“Well, let's finish getting you dressed, Sunshine.”
I switched off the vibrator. He stood panting and sweating as he waited for his erection to subside. I knew from experience that would do so quickly unless I did something about it. I moved in on him and put one arm around his body to hold him still while I kissed him and fondled his balls. I took the warm, soft sack in my palm and gently stroked his testicles while kissing him deeply. The poor boy moaned uncomfortably as his cock tried to swell in the hot confines of its metal case.
“Alright,” I said, stepping back and wiping his spit from my chin, “let's get this show on the road. Here.”
I handed him a pair of pink satin panties. Ordinarily, I would have had him wear a thong, but I wanted the underwear to encase his cock tube and hide the short wires hanging from his ass, so they were normal panties.
This time, he stepped into the tiny undergarment without objection, no doubt remembering the damage he had incurred to his balls before. He moved gingerly trying not to put too much pressure on his swollen cock. I kissed him again.
“Good boy,” I said condescendingly.
I produced a black sports bra with thin shoulder straps and two b-cup plastic implants. When I fastened it on him, he looked like a girl. I capped the bra with a bright yellow, sleeveless crop top with the word HOT on the front in pink letters. The shirt left eight inches of his flat belly bare. No one would be looking at his tits. I applied pale pink lipstick, as well as heavy black eyeliner, pink eyeshadow, and rouge. He looked like a little slut.
The last item I handed him was a pair of pink four-inch heels. He strapped them on with difficulty and then stood teetering on the sexy shoes.
“They hurt!” he whined wiggling his ass and hips to stay upright.
“I figured them small, so they would hurt your feet when you walk.”
He looked at me despondently resigned to his fate.
“Alright, you hot little slut, let's go show you off!”
I took his hand and led Jeremy, my twelve-year-old fuckhole in training, out of the room he had been in for the last four days and out into the hall. He staggered along behind me, sobbing.
- - - - - - -
I drove him to a shopping center, one of those places where you park your car and walk around on sidewalks and enter the stores from outside. Jeremy soon got the hang of the shoes, and the gait he had to maintain gave his walk a sexy swish. I turned on the vibrator in his ass with the remote in my pocket, and soon he gasped and stumbled. His cock had swollen into the confines of its metal container and was hurting him.
Young Jeremy was an immediate hit. People — mostly men — watched as he strolled, humiliated, along the sidewalks. I frequently stopped to look into store windows, watching the people behind us in the reflective glass of the windowpanes. I heard a small sob escape my prisoner's full pink lips and smiled.
“What's the matter, baby boy?” I asked in sotto voce.
“It hurts,” he whimpered.
I glanced at his flushed face and saw tears in his eyes. I smirked at him.
“Good. Do you see all the attention you're getting?” I asked softly. “I could easily get you laid today, you know that?”
Indeed, eyes were all over the sexily dressed twelve-year-old she-boy.
I turned away from the storefront, holding Jeremy's sweaty hand, and we strolled slowly along. I reached casually into my pocket and turned up the speed of the vibrating egg, grinning when he moaned in desperation.
“Please,” he whispered, “Please, turn it off! It hurts my…my—”
“You're what, baby boy?” I asked teasingly.
“My clitty!” he whined trying to keep his voice down.
“Hmmm,” I pretended to consider “Maybe I could do that. But you'd have to do something for me first.”
“Wha…what?” he asked desperately.
“See that man over there?”
I motioned toward the gentleman with a nod. Jeremy looked in the direction indicated. A tall, bald and ugly, heavy-set man stood against a lamppost watching my captive closely. He seemed to be in his mid-sixties. His belly hung over the waistline of his scruffy blue jeans. He wore a white tank top, which barely stretched over his girth. A couple of inches of pasty white, hairy belly were visible below his top.
“Yeah,” the boy answered nervously.
“Come back to me with his cum in your mouth, and I'll turn the egg off.
“You have fifteen minutes.”
Jeremy stumbled and looked at me shocked.
“What?” he gasped, “But I…I…I can't do that! What would I say?”
In reply, I turned up the vibrator making him stumble.
“Oww!” he moaned. “Okay. I'll try.”
“You better succeed. If you come back without the nice man's spunk in your mouth, I'll beat your balls blue.”
Sobbing, the poor boy headed over to the stranger. I watched his ass swaying from the shoes, and my cock swelled in my pants. Good thing I wasn't wearing a metal constraint like Jeremy was!
I watched my victim approached his target reluctantly. I wished I could have been a fly on the lamppost to hear the conversation. Jeremy spoke, and the man stood straighter glaring down at the sexy youth. The big man grabbed Jeremy's upper arm harshly, and I thought I might have to step in and break it up when the man's body relaxed, and he smiled a little.
They exchanged words, and the ugly man nodded his bald head and walked away with my fuckslut. This was something of a gamble. It was just possible that Jeremy would tell the stranger what was going on: that I had picked him up and taken him home, where I had been turning him into a fuckhole and a cumdump to be sold soon to the highest bidder.
But this was a test for the boy. I had seen signs that his spirit had been broken. If he went off with this imposing stranger and sucked him off without spilling the beans about me, he was ready. If not, I could still slip away. Jeremy had no idea where I lived, what my name was, or a license number. Aside from the hardware he was wearing, which could never be connected to me, he had no physical evidence that he had been abducted at all. Just a story.
A true story, but one that was unprovable.
But I wasn't apprehensive. I'm a pretty good judge of character and a fair amateur psychologist, and I was pretty damn sure the boy wouldn't try anything, but I waited a reasonable distance away, just in case, watching for signs of police presence.
Jeremy and the stranger disappeared into a men's room, the stranger glancing around to check no one was watching. I was watching, but he didn't notice me, as I had blended into the crowd.
The big man exited the restroom ten minutes later, and young Jeremy stumbled out after him, his pink lipstick smeared, and his crop top shirt wrinkled. The skirt was riding lower on his narrow hips, too. He looked around for me. When he spotted me, he walked over unsteadily.
“How'd you do?” I asked him.
He opened his mouth and tipped his head back showing me the milky pool on his tongue.
“Very good. Swallow.”
He grimaced when he gulped down the stranger's semen. I smiled at him and switched the vibrator off as promised. I looked at my watch. It had taken the twelve-year-old thirteen minutes to accomplish the task, two minutes shy of his goal.
“Good boy,” I said demeaning him still more. “Ready for your reward?”
He looked at me confused. I hadn't mentioned a reward.
“Sir?” he asked.
He sat with me at a small café table in front of an ice cream shop. We were clearly visible to dozens of strolling shoppers. I reached under the table and ran my hand up and down Jeremy's bare thigh, moving ever closer to his genitals. He squirmed uncomfortably as his cock responded to the unwelcome touch. He gasped and stiffened when my hand slid under his skirt and pulled on the strap holding the cock restrictor. Reaching farther, I unfastened the belt and let the metal tube drop away. It dangled from the loose strap until I pulled it away and shoved it in my pocket.
The boy's relief was palpable. His whole body relaxed, and a soft sigh escaped his pink lips. I returned my hand to his lap and took his hard, leaking cock in my fist looking around the plaza as I stroked his erection. Glancing at Jeremy, I saw his face flush. His body had stiffened again as I masturbated him publicly.
Fortunately, a plastic tablecloth covered my actions, though it was apparent that a couple of the pedestrians suspected or knew what was going on. There were two men at one table, and a male and female couple at another, who was glancing our way and smiling while they chatted back and forth.
I pointedly ignored them as I pulled slowly on Jeremy's hard cock. He panted and wiggled as his sensitive organ was stimulated near the point of orgasm.
“You ready to cum for these people, baby boy?” I whispered.
He glanced at me desperately.
“Please don't!” he gasped.
“But you deserve it!” You were a good little girl and sucked off that nice man and swallowed his cum. The least I can do is let you cum too!”
“Not here!” he said panting. “Please!”
Smiling, I handed him an empty plastic ice cream bowl I had gotten from the shop while he was in the bathroom sucking the stranger's cock. It was a sample-size cup.
“Here, catch your cum in this, so you don't leave a mess.” (‘Or a DNA sample,’ I thought).
Sobbing softly, Jeremy held the cup in his lap in front of his cock head. I continued to pull insistently on his leaking organ squeezing the thin shaft and swirling my fingers around the tip. Jeremy gasped and stiffened, and I felt his cock pulsing in my hand. I held it mostly still just milking the throbbing organ slowly into the unseen cup.
The boy did his best not to cry out or show what was happening to him, but it was apparent that our observers had an idea what was going on. I continued to pull on his spent cock until it wilted, then took the cup from his trembling hand and lifted it to see the warm, lumpy contents. I handed the cup to Jeremy.
Jeremy dropped his gaze and blushed as he took the small cup from me and held it to his lips. He tipped the cup to his mouth, let the slimy mass slip down the side and touch his upper lip. He glanced at me and tipped his head back with the cup, slurping his own semen from it and letting the sperm slide down his throat.
“Thank me,” I said.
“Thank you, sir, for letting me drink my cum,” he murmured.
“You're welcome, cumslut,” I whispered.
He had just thanked me for making him drink his own sperm after having been made to suck off a stranger. And he did it willingly, adding more than I had demanded of him, which is what this whole exercise was about, of course. I was showing him that I could take him out in public as my captive and that no one would know. That he would perform degrading, disgusting acts at my whim, and that he wouldn't even do anything to help himself.
Because he didn't want to be helped anymore. He was mine now, and we both knew it. I controlled him. Owned him.
“Come on, fuckhole, let's go home so I can fuck you some more.”
He came along docilely, walking in shoes that hurt his feet, holding my hand.
He was ready now — ready to take the final steps in his training before I sold him.
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