Milton's Torment

a palimpsest based on Michelle's Torment
(MmB) (anal, felch, oral, oral, rim, ws) (humil) (nc)
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Milton stood trembling before Mr. Black. He had only heard of him from his sixteen-year-old best friend, Ryan. Ryan worked for Mr. Black sometimes. How a sixteen-year-old boy got a job for one of the world’s richest and most powerful men, Milton did not know. There was a lot he did not know, for instance, how he had gotten himself into this mess.

Milton was a good boy, from a respectable, moral family, not rich, decidedly not rich, but well-off. He was a guileless, lonely twelve-year-old boy who had never had a best friend before Ryan. The older boy was so sweet to him that he had a boy crush on the attractive teen. That’s what got him into this mess. The hunky sixteen-year-old boy was no good, trouble with a capital T!

“Milton, Ryan tells me that he is having relationship problems. Now we can’t have that, because you see when Ryan has problems that affect his work for me, so you’re going to have to help us with his problem. He says that you and he have intimacy problems, is that right?”

Beautiful little twelve-year-old Milton shook his head and frowned. He did not even know for sure what intimacy problems meant.

“Ugh…I don’t know, sir. I mean, he’s my best friend. I really try to be nice to him.”


He wanted to say love but was afraid to in front of an adult. Now Mr. Black frowned. He was a tall, well-built man in his thirties.


“Ryan tells me you won’t let him fuck you!”


Milton’s pretty face turned pale. Mr. Black had used that word! He had talked about that thing. Had Ryan told the man about how he kept trying to make moves on Milton, and that he, out of fear, kept backing off? One cute tennis shoe clad foot pawed the carpet. He put a hand to his slender naked tummy so tempting and cute beneath his cropped tee shirt.


“I…um…I’m not ready for that yet, sir. I’m only twelve.”


Mr. Black shook his head.


“You are a cock tease, Milton. Do you know what that is? Look at how you dress. Like a little slut. Can you blame poor Ryan for getting all hard dicked around you? And what do you do to help him out? Do you even suck his cock?”


Milton’s pretty little face screwed up.


“That’s dirty.”


Mr. Black smiled.


“That’s sex, Milton, a natural part of life. That’s why you’re here today, to learn about sex. I need Ryan healthy and happy, so I need Ryan’s best friend to keep him healthy and happy. When we’re through teaching you, you’ll let Ryan fuck you anytime, anyplace he chooses. You will beg to suck his cock the minute you see him. A boy likes that kind of flattery. You will even beg Ryan to allow you to suck his dick in front of all your school mates.”


Milton was a quiet, shy boy, but now he drew his sylphlike little figure up to its full four foot six height and made fists of his tiny hands.


“That’s wrong, and I don’t need to listen to it.”


He spun on his heels and headed for the door.


“Milton, do you love your parents? How about your little brother, Milton, do you love him?”


The words were so strange, so powerful that he stopped in his tracks. He turned back to look at the tall, handsome man who had uttered them.


“Look at the TV, Milton. See the videos we have taken of your daddy and mommy and little brother. We know everything about your family life. How easy it would be to arrange an accident, let’s say an explosion at your house, or a workplace accident for your poor pathetic hard-working father, or maybe, your baby brother getting raped by a gang of street thugs on the way home from school. How would you feel if you knew you were responsible for that?”


Milton’s full pouty lower lip trembled.


“What are you saying?”


Mr. Black smiled with glee.


“You know what I’m saying. I think it’s better if you cooperate. After all, you say you like Ryan. I’ll bet you even love him. He’s such a handsome young stud.” Ryan hooked his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans and beamed a boyish grin as Mr. Black spoke. “And I can swear to you, Milton, that after Ryan fucks you five or ten times, you’re going to begin to really love it. I know how little pussy boys like you work. Once you feel that tingle in your ass-cunt, once we get those cunt juices flowing. Once you taste the delicious salty taste of boy dick, you’ll be hooked for life, believe me. You won’t have to pretend or be polite; you won’t be able to get enough prick slop down your face-twat.”


Milton could not believe what he was hearing. His slender tummy fluttered, his small firm chest heaved, and a tear formed in one violet eye.


“So let’s get started then, shall we, my sweet little boy pussy?”


Milton’s long hair swirled around his head in slow motion as he shook his head back and forth in disbelief.


“What? Here? I…um…now?”


“Yes, of course, here and now. We have to turn you into a little cocksucking cum dump for our boy Ryan here. So why don’t we start by having you remove your tee shirt and showing us your fine twelve-year-old boy titties.”


The tears ran down both soft young cheeks, as Milton’s slender fingers twisted together in front of his stomach.




“Oh, sure, now the begging starts. It’s no good, Milton. A pretty pussy boy like you, turning all the boys on, you should have been sucking dick years ago. Now, I am a very busy man, and unless you want me to arrange a little workplace accident for your daddy just so show you that I mean business, take off the fucking tee shirt and show me your titties.”


Naïvely, Milton looked to his best friend for some compassion, for some support, but Ryan just stood there, smiling and rubbing the big lump at the crotch of his jeans. This was not the same boy he was crushing on. This was some kind of animal.


“Personally, if I were Ryan, I’d have a little eight or nine-year-old for my fuck bitch, but to each his own. I want to see those pig nipples.”


“Yeah, show us your fucking tits,” which were the first words Ryan had spoken.


Milton saw with horror a round wet spot form at the crotch of Ryan’s tight jeans.


“Oh, god...” he wailed.


Milton’s fingers fumbled at the hem of his tee shirt. With shaking arms, Milton raised the tee shirt up and over his head, revealing his small twelve-year-old boy tits in perky repose to these two horrible men. He covered his fine young tits with his hands but knew that Mr. Black would object, so he lowered his trembling arms. Both males looked at his tits.


“Ryan tells me that you won’t even let him play on your tits when you go on a date. Is that true, Milton, are you a fucking cock tease?”


“I don’t mean to be. I just... it seemed so wrong to do. I never meant to tease him.”


“Milton, you sweet dumb sissy, look at that leaking prick in that boy’s pants. How can you ignore something like that? That’s a natural reaction to a sissy boy, and as a faggot, it is your job to help a boy in that condition unload his balls. That’s why boy cunts were put on this earth. And speaking of cunts, take off the rest of your clothes and show us yours!”


“I...oh, god...I can’t.”


It was adorable how the boy’s nipples got all pebbly and hard from fear. Such pretty brown/pink titty tips.


“Milton, I won’t tell you again. The next time you disobey, your father loses a leg at his workplace accident. And that will be just the start of your family problems. Now take off the fucking ass hugging fag jeans and your underwear if you’re even wearing any, you cheap piece of cunt meat you, and show us your boy-twat!”


Ryan would have given anything for a camera to capture the sweet, sad, pathetic look on poor Milton’s face just then. His dick jumped in his pants and squirted out another dollop of pre-fuck. Shit, he was leaking like a fucking faucet. He did not know that Mr. Black was, indeed, taping Milton’s little strip act for his multi-million dollar underground porno business.


Mr. Black poured himself a vodka martini and watched the terrified little boy remove his tennis shoes, socks, and jeans. He now stood in a pair of little tighty-whities. Little ass huggers they were. You could see the small pricklet bulge clearly and the smooth skin just above the little pricklet.


“You are a fucking cheap slut, aren’t you, Milton. I could have guessed that from the minute I saw you, but the sight of those twat huggers confirms it. And to think you wouldn’t even give your sweet, handsome best friend, who’s been nice to you and everything, a fucking handjob before he went home at night. Shame on you! Well, all of that’s going to change starting today. Your best friend will never have blue balls again. Peel down those cum-soaked panties of yours and show us some fine clitty!”


Milton was crying really hard now.


“I don’t wanna have a best friend anymore.”


“Too late, faggot! You got five seconds to show us some clitty!”


Milton hooked his fingertips behind the waistband and lowered the tighty-whities. Ryan and Mr. Black both smiled at the sight of fresh, young, unspoiled boy pussy.


“Don’t you dare put your hands in front of your clitty! Put them up behind your neck. Now stand up straight, tits out, legs apart so we can see that pitiable clitty of yours! Turn around, boy, and show us your ass. I like that, very nice, not all flabby and flat, you’ve got a nice tight bubble butt with a deep crack.


“Ryan, I got to hand it to you, he’s not bad at all for a frigid stuck-up cock tease.


“Now, fag, sit in that armchair over there and throw your legs over each arm to open up your cunt so we can get a really good look.”


“I...oh…god...I can’t...I think I’m going to faint.”


“You faint, and your brother loses a leg. Sit in the fucking chair! Now hook your legs over the arms. Okay, now reach down and spread your ass cheeks for your best friend. Come on, you must have done this at home when you played with yourself. I’m losing patience with you. Spread that ass wide, now!” Poor twelve-year-old Milton spread his ass cheeks wider to expose his tight pink asshole. “Now get your clitty hard. Come on, get it juicing for us, you fucking whore. Now, Milton, get that little clitty hard and no-nonsense, or I’ll send my men over to pay a little visit to your baby brother.”


“Look at how the fag secretly enjoys fingering his little clitty, Ryan. Fags like that are all the same. They are just walking cumdumps. Jesus, what a piece of fuck trash.


“Oh, for fuck sake, stop bawling, faggot, we haven’t even gotten started with our fun and games yet.”