I saw a live show in Venice, which was one of my main reasons for the trip to Italy. I received an invitation to see the total molestation and corruption of a virginal teenage boy. The “Master” in the show is a man I have known for years, and he is an expert at “ruining” boys. Believe me, the boys are never the same for the rest of their lives after he fucks them over. I flew all that way to see how far a boy could be corrupted in one session as opposed to taking weeks and weeks with a boy.
I will explain the show to you in detail. I want to take time and do the show justice. It was held in an old palazzo, and it was all like something out of Kubrick’s Eyes Wide Shut. It was a scorching hot event attended by twenty men in the audience. Some of the men wore masks to keep their identity hidden. Most of us had our dicks out, and we were masturbating during the show, as it was too hard to contain ourselves. The cute boy was so fucking innocent and sweet—and he was so thoroughly fucked up during the show that it was a really fantastic event.
The boy’s name was Jakub, and he was from Eastern Europe. I almost came instantly upon first sight of him, because he was so fucking sweet and innocent looking—and totally terrified. Jakub was fifteen, just a few weeks away from his sixteenth birthday, so this was kind of an early birthday present for him. I learned that he came from a very austere, very religious family. They had something on him, some kind of leverage to get him to do this show. He apparently could not refuse. I am still in the process of writing to my friend to find out what the hold was that they had on this boy that he would submit himself to such extreme abuse. I am definitely grateful for it, though.
We were assured that Jakub had never fucked a girl or fooled around with a boy. He was totally innocent. Jakub was introduced to us by crawling into the circle of light around which we sat. I noticed at once how totally scared the boy was. That always helps.
The Master examined the boy’s mouth to see how well it would take dick. Yes, that hole would eventually be filled with all of our twenty swollen leaking dicks, but not until after the Master totally dominated him. Through the whole thing, Jakub kept murmuring something, a prayer or something, or perhaps he was begging the man to stop. I do not speak Italian nor any Eastern European languages, but we could clearly hear the boy whimper, and we could see the fear in his eyes and the sadness in his face. The fear in his eyes and his luscious lips are what got me right away. I could not wait to have my cock in between those lips.
I hope you enjoy this step-by-step story about the fucking destruction of this boy’s innocence.
There were twenty of us in the audience. Some of the audience was masked. I received a mask, designed by the famous brothers Sergio and Massimo Boldrin, but did not wear it. The masks were the finest in Venice, and they had created the masks for the film Eyes Wide Shut.
We were seated in a large dark room in a palazzo and given champagne and snacks. A sharp, intense light filled the center of the vast dark space, and Jakub was led into the room by the Master. The Master is a very distinguished, older gentleman with a grey beard who has had hundreds and hundreds of boys of every age. He wore black pants, a crisp white shirt, and suspenders. With him was Jakub, a very delicate but well-built pretty boy of fifteen, about to turn sixteen. Jakub was the subject of this night’s molestation and fuck show. I learned later that Jakub was from Eastern Europe, where his father had gotten in trouble with the Mafia. To save his father’s life, Jakub had to submit to this special event. His father’s life would be spared if he did everything he was told to do without any resistance.
I could see at once that he was scared out of his mind. He was a virgin in every sense. Never fucked a girl and never did anything with a boy. His family was very religious, and in fact, Jakub had thoughts of going into the priesthood. Jakub wore a yellow tee shirt and dark pants. He stumbled along in a daze, most likely from fear.
The Master had one large hand on Jakub’s shoulder to guide him. In the center of the space was a black couch of about table height, rather like a doctor’s table, but of black leather. As they moved toward the center of the room, the Master gently, but forcefully, pushed on Jakub’s shoulder until he went down onto his knees. The Master whispered something to him, and the cute fifteen-year-old boy began to crawl.
It was so delightful and hot to see a cute boy like this crawling like an animal. It made my dick hard at once. We had been told to feel free to release our dicks from our pants and masturbate during the show, but some of us with silver tickets were asked to try to hold our seed, as we would have the opportunity to fuck Jakub after the show.
Watching him crawl, I knew I had to fuck him, and I am sure a lot of us swore to give him the fucking of a lifetime, to stretch and rip open his formerly virgin asshole. Many of us wanted to see the boy destroyed to the point that he would never emotionally recover from this night.
When they reached the couch, Jakub was ordered to climb up onto it on his hands and knees. The boy scrambled up and knelt there on hands and knees like a well-trained dog. The effect was enhanced by the fact that he began to whimper a bit out of fear. I speak no Italian or the language that the Master used with Jakub, which sounded like Russian.
Once on the table, the Master pulled at Jakub’s waist until the boy was kneeling properly and then pushed down on the boy’s back, raising his fine young jean-clad ass. The Master was trying to show us what an excellent fuck the boy would make. The kid had a perfect arch to his back, sending his tiny cute ass-pussy up in the air. The Master pushed the boy’s face into the leather of the couch. Then the Master began to feel the boy’s ass through the material of his jeans. He squeezed each ass globe and pushed into the cloth-covered ass crack—more to humiliate the boy than anything else. Part of the reason I flew so far for this show was that I know the Master is truly a virtuoso at humiliation and degradation, which is, of course, my great love and specialty.
The boy started to cry. There are very few sights as beautiful as that of a teenage boy crying. Boys of that age try to act so grown up. They swagger when they are with their buddies, but really they are still children inside, and fear brings out the little boy in them.
Jakub has perfect cocksucker lips, which is part of the reason he was chosen. Those lips were going to taste lots and lots of fat wet dick. He was so fucking innocent that he probably was not sure what cocksucking was all about, even though he was fifteen. The Master began to rub the boy’s lower back where his tee shirt had ridden up. He rubbed the smooth skin and then brought his hand down to the boy’s jean covered ass mounds and rubbed there.
Jakub’s whimpers turned into a kind of begging sound. There were microphones placed on the couch, so we could hear every moan and groan and gulp of the traumatized boy. Some of the audience already had their dicks out, and they were working their meat. I was honestly afraid I might shoot my load too soon.
I could not wait for the Master to get the boy’s clothes off and begin working on him, but I knew it would not be for a while. The Master knows how to taunt and tease a boy to prolong the boy’s suffering until the poor kid cannot stand it anymore. Another reason I came to this event was that the Master is an expert at tit torture, and you all know how much I adore working on a boy’s tits. By the end of the evening, poor Jakub would no longer know if he was a boy or a cunt.
While he pressed the boy into the leather of the couch with one hand, the Master began to work his hand further and further into the waistband of the boy’s jeans. He was now actually feeling and squeezing the boy’s naked ass meat. I am sure it was the first time anyone had ever touched Jacobs’s naked teenage ass. What a tiny young fuckable ass the boy had. It must have been excruciating for the boy. As the Master ran one finger down into the boy’s ass crack, he received the first round of applause for the night. Later, the men would be too busy pumping their leaking dicks to applaud. Instead, they would shout “Bravo” like at the opera.
The Master smiled at the applause and then quickly worked his finger up and down into the top of Jakub’s fifteen-year-old ass crack. The boy let out a sound like “oooh,” and we all laughed. To turn a sweet innocent boy into a fucking cunt has been my life’s work, and it warmed my heart to see a real master at work.
I saw just a dribble of spit escape from between the boy’s fifteen-year-old soon to be cocksucker lips. I could already feel those sweet, full, well-formed lips sucking on my asshole. Did little Jakub know, could he even conceive, that before the night was out, he was going to have to suck on the sweaty assholes of men, he was going to have to tongue shit hole?
You can almost feel the complete dehumanization of the innocent boy’s molestation and corruption.
The grand palazzo, in which the special live molestation and sex show took place, looked out on the Grand Canal. The entire evening was an elegant affair. Titian’s and Tintoretto’s would look down on us as we sampled the formerly virgin ass of the Eastern European teenage boy. But first, the Special Show. I had been pointing out to you how the Master forced the boy to arch up his soon to be virginal no more pussy. You must understand just how horrible this must have been for the innocent boy, as this adds to the fun. He had never been touched this way, much less in front of a room full of masturbating men. Oh yes, most of the men by now had their dicks in their hands and were pumping away. The irony is that so hot and sexually stimulating was the sight, that some of the guests would blow their loads repeatedly before the best part of the show. When it actually came time to fuck the boy’s cute face and darling ass-pussy, they would have no spunk left.
So, up came the boy’s yellow tee shirt to reveal a smooth, milky, almost hairless teen boy body. A perfect specimen of perfect boyhood. As he pulled off the kid’s shirt, the Master took the opportunity to rub the boy’s tender, sensitive nipples for the first time. I could see Jakub visibly tremble as his titty nubs were rubbed. This was just the start of what would be almost a half an hour of tit torture for the kid. This was one of the reasons I flew all the way to Venice. You know how much I adore tit play with a boy, working his nipple nubs until the poor kid almost loses his mind. Well, the Master was indeed a master at this particular activity. It has been said that he could actually drive a boy to have a total nervous breakdown by only working on his nipples.
So the shirt is off, exposing the beautiful expanse of white boy tummy and the sweet inny belly button on the child. In the audience, even I have succumbed to masturbating my meat, although very gently. I want lots of fuck sauce for the boy when it is my turn to fuck him.
What a night it was to be for young Jakub. From a virginal schoolboy to fucked out cum dump in one night. The Master went to work on the kid’s tits ever so gently at first, rubbing his fingers over the sensitive nubs to gently massage the tits. The boy feels what it is like to have his titties worked for the first time in his life. Until this moment, like most boys, he probably had no idea what a large part of the sex act his tits can play. His tits will be made as sensitive as the tits of a teenage cunt, so hypersensitive that he cannot even wear a shirt without the rubbing driving him nuts. Added to which, the boy is humiliated to have his tits played with in front of twenty strange men. What boy would not be mortified with shame?
The boy’s beautiful cocksucker lips were just made to suck dick, but of course, at this point, he has never tasted cock or cock leak. Not yet. Oh, no, he has a long way to go. The boy cannot stand the fingers working harder and harder on his nubs. Thumbs and forefingers now close on the tender titty flesh and begin to pinch. The boy cries out in pain and shame and tries to break away. BIG MISTAKE. He has been warned about resisting in any way. He must stand with his hands at his side and endure whatever is done to him, but the poor kid cannot help it, so he turns his cute face and cries out. One of the Master’s large hands instantly cups itself over the kid’s mouth, stiffing the cry. What the man growls to the boy in a hushed voice, I cannot tell. Some sort of threat to the kid’s family or something I assume, for the boy is quiet now, biting his full young lower lip. Tears fill his beautiful eyes. The Master continues to work on the teen tits. You can see from the close-up of the Master silencing the boy’s cries that young Jakub’s nipples are already sore and puffy, and the tit work is just starting. You can see the hard nipple tips. The poor child has never felt anything like this.
Now the tit work starts in earnest. The thick fingers knead and twist and pull the ripe pink boy nips. The titties are plucked, stretched out, and then allowed to snap back. Stretched out to unbelievable lengths and allowed to snap back, all red and raw and sore. The very tips re-rolled between the man’s fingers. Why some may wonder, why would any sane man want to do this to a teenage boy?
I can see the thick log of the Master’s swollen prick working its way down his pant leg. There is nothing so sweet as molesting and corrupting an innocent boy. Sounds, like those of a young kitten, come from the boy’s full young lips. His beautiful naked tummy flutters as his nipples are plucked like a musical instrument. Several times his hands go up as if to physically protest, but then they return again to his side. Some threat made to him works its magic, and the boy obeys.
The tit work goes on and on. The microphones pick up the sounds of the boy’s heavy breathing. Of his murmurs and panting and begging. He must be saying something like, “Please don’t do this!” to the man. It is so pathetically heart-wrenching and sexually exciting. He is helpless and being sexually molested in front of a room of masturbating men. It is easy to see how much the boy is suffering even without the large screen overhead that projects close-ups of the boy’s agonized face. Fuck, how cute that face is, made even more adorable by the tears and the grimaces and the twisted looks of pain.
The boy’s humiliation at being exposed this way in front of strange men takes a back seat now to the burning pain in his teen boy titties. His nipples feel like they are on fire. The sweet innocent darling has never even thought much about his nipples until this moment. He may have had dirty masturbation thoughts about girls’ nipples, but he has never given his own tits a second thought. Now it feels like the Master will rip those nipples from the boy’s chest. While the Master manipulates the tits, he whispers soft things into the boy’s ears, almost as if he is singing a lullaby to him. The Master licks the boy’s ears every now and then, and the boy makes s disgusted face. He cannot stand it the way this man is handling him and touching him, and the fun has not even started yet. Or it has barely begun. The boy’s pants have not even come down yet. One of the Master’s hands leaves a sore tit and rubs lower, down across the kid’s beautiful naked tummy. So pale and so smooth. So tight. This boy is in excellent shape.
The hand rubs the tummy, and the boy jerks like a young colt being trained. When the boy bucks, the other hand of the Master clamps even tighter onto the boy tit. The child must stand very still and allow his molestation to progress. The hand on the boy’s stomach hovers just above the waistline of the kid’s jeans. It just lingers there, fingers playing around the waistband. Will the hand plunge into the kid’s pants? Will the hand go exploring down into the boy’s jeans? Will the child experience the ultimate shame? The boy’s sexual organs are, no doubt, still growing. He is still developing. Surely, the man would not expose him to the sight of others, to the view of strange perverted men. Surely, the Master could not be that cruel.
The boy utters something, which to me, translated in my own head, sounds like, “No, please, not my pants.” A tighter grip on one nipple silences the tortured boy. The hand goes up again over the teen’s tummy and chest, plucking at a sore red nipple. Oh yes, you can see how red and inflamed and raw the nipples are getting. Nothing, of course, to how they will be by the end of the night, but still nicely red and puffy. The Master’s hand rubs the boy’s chest and then down again across the fluttering stomach, and this time, the fingers go ever so slightly beneath the waistband of the boy’s snug jeans. The boy freaks out. No! No man must ever touch him there! What he does not yet realize is that twenty men are about to do much more than that to him. He will be totally destroyed. Totally unmanned. Totally degraded and humiliated and violated. Every secret part of his lithe young body will be explored, poked, and penetrated. He will never be the same again.
The vacation was already worth the expense, and we had not yet even gotten to the goodies. This private show was already everything I had hoped for and expected. I could see in the boy’s eyes and face that he was already cracking. He was already mentally falling apart. The skill of a good master—or, in this case, a great one—is to keep the boy right on edge for as long as possible. Do not let him slip into a breakdown too soon. Do not lose his mental alertness, as then he will not suffer nearly as much. Keep him on the very edge, so his suffering is at its peak. Know when to pull back, when to tell the boy how good he is and what a good job he is doing. When to promise him that if he is good, it will all soon be over. That last is a lie, of course, the boy’s molestation, abuse, and fucking would go on for forty-eight hours.
We had been promised that man after man would fuck the boy until the kid literally went out of his mind. Before the party ended, fists and unbelievably large objects would be shoved up the boy’s no longer tight virginal asshole. His hole would be turned into a gaping cunt! A cunt which would be stretched so much that it would never close. The boy would be given pills and shots so that he would feel the pain even more acutely. Still, he would not be allowed to slip over the edge into blessed numbness. This was the show I had come to Italy to see.
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We were all drooling now to see innocent young Jakub’s body. Not even caring that we were doing it in front of other men, our dicks were all out and dripping as we pumped them. Even I, who wanted to save all of my spunk for Jakub’s mouth and boy pussy, no longer cared. It was just too fucking hot a scene.
This innocent boy would never be the same again. He was going to be corrupted beyond belief. He would most likely never be able to look a girl in the face again. He would be terrified of ever dating, probably terrified of even leaving his house again. He would be totally ruined for any kind of healthy sex life. This is the destiny we all wanted for him. Not yet sixteen and his entire sexual future destroyed by men who shoved their fat dicks up his tender little boy ass and down his throat. By the end of our session, his throat would be so raw that he would have no voice. His ass would be so stretched that he would no longer have control of his bowels. He would never date. Never get married. We would have fucked him up for life.
I did not feel particularly guilty, as I had not arranged the show. I was just a participating guest. True, my dick would help rip open that sweet young fifteen-year-old pussy, but not until it had been thoroughly molested by the Master.
And, of course, the horror for the boy was that all of this was being done to him in front of a live audience and video cameras. There would be records of him getting fucked and turned into a cunthole that people would have. All of his life, he would never know who had seen the video or the photos.
After all of this was over, the Master would keep the boy in line by occasionally sending him photo reminders of his ordeal. If the boy ever did try to date a girl, for example, a simple photo in the mail would put an end to that.
The Master was now tempting us by shoving his fingers into the boy’s jeans, digging down deeper and deeper. Was he cupping the boy’s teenage scrotum and dick? The boy had certainly never had anyone play with his dick and balls before. The embarrassment was as awful as anything else happening to him was. Boys of that age are so shy about their sexuality.
Part of that anxiety, the look at the anguish on his face, is because he knows that he is being fondled and handled in front of other men and that he is nothing but their sex toy. His total degradation is their joy. There is no sex quite as enjoyable as the complete ruining of a teenage boy.
The reason an adolescent boy is better for this kind of activity than a young boy of eight, nine, or ten, for example, is that the teenage boy has an acute sense of awareness that his sexuality is being destroyed. He is aware of sexuality at that time. He is much more aware of the shame than a younger boy is. While I’ve seen shows where a younger boy is molested, and it is great fun to open up a really young tiny asshole, there is an added thrill, knowing that the teen boy is aware of his “straight sexuality” is being fucked over. The undoing of one button—the button holding his jeans closed—can change a boy’s life forever.
The Master leaned close behind the boy and whispered something in the boy’s ear that made Jakub cry even harder. I do not speak the language, but I surmised that he was telling the boy he was going to be exposed and put on display for all the men in the room and the cameras.
Had they chosen the revealing little yellow underpants for the boy, especially for the show? The light yellow thin material teased at the boy’s teenage dick. Indeed, the boy cock would be shriveled and small because of the boy’s fear and humiliation, but the Master intended to rectify that situation. If a teenage boy’s dick will shrink from shyness or exposure, why is it that the same dick will get thick and long when the boy is in the locker room with his buddies?
The Master no sooner opened and spread the boy’s jeans, giving us our first glimpse of teen dick bulge, than his hands went back up the smooth naked torso to the kid’s tender and now red tits. It was as if the Master did not want to neglect the tits for long. He did not want the pain in the kid’s nipples to abate. He wanted the sting in the titty nubs to stay, to remind the boy that he was an object, a toy, something to be used and abused.
His feelings were of no concern.
His pain was of no concern.
His future was of no concern.
The boy was to have no privacy, no dignity.
The Master played the boy’s nipples like a musical instrument, plucking and scraping them with his fingernails. Total nipple control, teen tit torture taken to the extreme, this was my particular interest in the show. I love it when a kid’s nipples are so raw that he dare not even attempt to wear a shirt.
Now the Master turned the boy around to give us a better look at his luscious young teenage boy ass. The jeans were pulled down to below the ass globes. The ass was small and sweet encased in the yellow underpants. The Master began to maul and to squeeze the young ass globes. This is where the boy would be fucked. This is where he would be ultimately totally ruined—turned from a healthy teenage boy into a fucked cunt! The boy would have no future except as a cunt, a hole for dick! Every single time he took a shit, he would think about the huge fucking cocks that ruined his asshole.
My god, those ass mounds were scrumptious. I am not an ass eater. I prefer that boys eat my ass, but I would have been willing to taste this boy’s magnificent little ass. Unfortunately for him, most of the ass eating this night would be done by teenage Jakub. He would have his cute fifteen-year-old face buried in a wide variety of male asses. He would have to suck ass until his lips and tongue were numb.
With his jeans pulled down, we could now see young Jakub’s teen dick moving around in his underpants. We could see the balls shifting as he writhed in anguish. The Master went back once again to the boy’s nipples. Always back to the sore nipples. I could see that Jakub was in great pain. The Master now stretched the tit nubs as far out from the kid’s smooth pale chest as he could manage. The brown nipples were stretched out painfully far, but the kid knew that he dare not protest, or things would get even worse. The Master forced Jakub onto his knees on the couch, and he ordered the boy to stick his tits out like a fucking female whore.
Poor young Jakub did not know how to present his tits to a man, but he would learn. No part of a boy’s body must be held back from the man working with him. No privacy, no secret or personal areas. No self-esteem. The boy’s tits now belonged to any man who wanted them. To avoid the pain, Jakub now tried to push his chest out, but it was not good enough for the Master. He wanted those nipples sticking out like cunt titties. The pain and anguish on the boy’s face caught so perfectly by the camera is precious to me. It was beyond humiliation now—it was actually painful agony—and it was just starting for the fucking young kid. At this point, did he already have an idea that he would be fucked by cock after cock? That he would be a crawling teenage fuckhole.
Imagine the thoughts swirling through the mind of a teenage boy who realizes he is going to have to take a dick up his young ass. What will become of him? Will his school friends know by looking at him that he has taken cock up the asshole? Perhaps the Master will help out by sending them all photos of Jakub being pussy fucked, then no one back home would ever talk to him again. He would lose all his friends. He would have to live with the memory of being an ass-fucked boy. He could never not be an ass-fucked boy again.
The Master pushed down on Jakub’s head, forcing him to kneel face down on the couch with his young ass high. Then the Master gently and teasingly tugged at the rear of the boy’s yellow underpants. Was Jakub’s virginal ass about to be exposed? Was this to be the start of his total destruction? Inch by inch, the underpants came down, revealing more and more boy ass mound.
We were all breathless as the Master slid his hands down inside the back of Jakub’s underpants. This innocent boy had never had male hands on his ass cheeks, except perhaps a doctor’s hands. Never had anyone rubbed his soft, smooth ass globes and squeezed them and run a finger up and down his ass crack, which was sweaty now with nervous sweat, but how young Jakub felt was not important, except for the fact that his humiliation and degradation made the men in the audience more excited.
So many of the men had dreamed for so long of molesting the ass of a young boy. Some of them had saved for years to afford this trip, this select show, to watch the sweet terror on the face of this darling teenage boy. A boy who knew what was going to happen eventually to his ass, and he also knew there was nothing he could do about it.
He was going to be fucked in the ass. He was going to take cock up his innocent young ass! What kind of men get a thrill out of fucking the ass of a young boy, not fucking a girl in the cunt to get her pregnant or even for pleasure, but shoving their dicks up into the rectum of a teenage boy, un-manning the boy, stripping away his sense of maleness forever. It was so fucking traumatic there was not a dry dick in the house.
And then the Master turned the crying boy, so we could all see his ass. The cameras projected big images of the boy ass onto the screens overhead. For what we were paying, we didn’t want to miss a second of the action. The boy ass quivered. The Master pulled back his hand and swatted the pale ass cheek, leaving a red handprint on it. The underpants still were not off, just pulled down. We got just a tiny glimpse of the boy’s smooth dangling ball sack when he moved. I confess I wanted those teenage balls in my mouth. I wanted to chew on the nuts until the boy was howling in agony. No relief, no relief ever for Jakub. Pure impure fucking sex every minute of every day for as long as he was young. Endless cock up and into his boy-pussy and down his throat.
A boy like Jakub must be taught to live for absolutely nothing but cock. He must be fed dick for every meal. Always cock all the time. His head must be filled only with pecker, thoughts only of prick, the next leaking prick! A mindless idiot who drools over every bulging crotch he sees. His pain and humiliation must be a central part of every single sex act. He must feel no love, only shame. The moments of affection must only be used to build him up so he can be knocked down again even lower than he is.
As the Master parted Jakub’s ass cheeks, he took his thumb and rubbed it across the now visible teenage ass pucker. It was a sweet pucker, all tight and pink and corrugated. A ripe little virginal asshole. Then the Master, gently but forcefully, pushed his thumb into the boy’s asshole. The boy made the strangest sound. It was not a sound of pain. No, it was more a sound of hopelessness! The melancholy sound of knowing he was being changed and altered forever. The sound of losing part of himself.
My dick gave a forceful jerk and bubbled some pre-cum. None of the audience members cared that others might see their big pricks pulsing and leaking. The boy’s destruction was too fucking hot.
The thumb worked its way up into the rectum, forcing the tight little hole to spread. The man now owned the boy’s asshole. The asshole no longer belonged to the boy. It now belonged to whichever man would be working on the kid. The boy was violated.
The Master fucked his thumb in and out of the teenager’s forming pussy. Then he pulled it out and switched thumbs to enable him to get more thumb into the kid. The boy’s breathing was hard and heavy, mixed in with groans and an occasional word in a foreign language, which I took to mean, “please!”
Then, I am sure, just for our pleasure, the Master yanked his thumb out of Jakub’s ass, spun the kid around, and shoved his ass dirty thumb into the boy’s mouth. Boys have to learn to keep their pussies clean since they never know when some nice man might want to fuck it. The boy made a foul face as he was forced to suck on both thumbs. He had to suck his boy asshole taste from the thumbs. The boy sputtered from the ass taste and smell. And we jerked out pricks harder.
Then the Master flipped the boy around again like a rag doll, and this time shoved his forefinger deep up into the teenage boy cunt. The boy grunted and whined, he sounded like a broken windup toy. The finger fucked the boy deeply, claiming the asshole for the Master. Every time the boy took a shit in the future, he would remember this and worse things done to his precious teen boy asshole.
Then almost whimsically, the Master reached down between the boy’s legs and roughly yanked the teenage dick and balls, gripping them while he still played with the ass-pussy. He began to masturbate the boy’s virginal dick brutally. I learned later that because the boy was so scared and nervous, they had given him three Viagra, so he was pretty much out of it, and his young dicklet got hard quite quickly. I was impressed at the size of the boy’s fucker. I mean, at fifteen, he was still growing, but he threw a lovely thick chubby little fuck tool. Not that he would ever use it to fuck. No after this experience, he would be too ashamed, too broken, too ruined to want to ever fuck a girl—or a boy. He would become nothing but a fuck receptacle, a dick ditch. Holes to use for men to unload their nuts.
The Master yanked ruthlessly on the boy’s fuckmeat like he was going to pull it right off. The boy screamed bloody murder and tried to twist away, but the man gripped the dick and then the nuts and squeezed. Then just as quickly, the Master hoisted the boy back onto his feet. He pulled the yellow underpants up again to cover the kid. Then he held the boy with one hand while with the other, he rubbed the boy’s underpants covered dick and balls. Young Jakub felt the total humiliation of having his teen dick handled in front of an audience. The fucker got hard, the boy could not help himself, and he cried at his predicament. And I mean, pre-dick-ament!
Jakub was ready to be raped. Prepared to be turned from a normal teenage boy into a fuck animal. The man whispered dirty things, filthy things into Jakub’s ear while he pinched and squeezed, twisted and tugged the boy’s teenage pecker. I think he was probably telling the boy he would never fuck a girl with this hunk of meat. How he would be a fuck hole for men to use.
Tears poured down Jakub’s cute face. You know how I love that. The Master briefly went back to work on the boy’s nipples. His nipples would be worked on every day, making them as erect and sore as sow teats, so sensitive that just touching the very tip of the nub would send waves of shock through the poor kid, so raw and tender that he would not be able to wear a shirt. So what, fuckholes don’t need shirts. Fuckholes do not need any clothing at all. Fuckholes should be naked with dicks and balls swinging and assholes pulsing all the time!
Oh god, watching that smooth, young, hairless body being rubbed and stroked and pinched and slapped that we could almost feel the boy’s flesh. We could smell his fear. I wanted to lick that smooth hairless skin and then bite it. Bite it hard! I knew my chance would come, but only after the Master had totally ruined the teenage boy.
THE SHOW MUST GO ON!
The Master stood behind young Jakub, who was clad in only his tiny yellow briefs, working the boy’s sore tits and also rubbing and squeezing the kid’s Viagra-primed teenage dick. Sure enough, against his will, scared young Jakub got a nice big hard boy dick. Well, maybe not so big, but hard anyway—really hard—and it started to leak. We could see the erect penis through the underpants, and a wet spot of pre-fuck leak began to spread on the crotch of the undies. It was so beautiful.
Jakub did not want it to happen. He emotionally and physically fought against it, but the little blue pills and the Master’s excellent handwork, caused the boy to bone up. That, of course, made the boy feel even more humiliated and helpless.
I learned later that what the Master kept whispering into young Jakub’s ear was, “You know it is going to hurt when I fuck you, boy. I am going to fuck you like a bitch and turn you into a little girl. I am going to turn you into a cunt. First, with dildos, and then with my flesh and blood dick. And then other men are going to fuck you. The men watching the show are going to fuck you. They all get to fuck you as much as they want. They are going to fuck away your boyhood and fuck you into being a cunt!”
This transcription and more were given to us along with the photos as a souvenir of the evening. I knew at the time that whatever the Master was saying to the bitch, it was doing a pretty good job of fucking the boy up because Jakub was crying harder and harder. A fifteen-year-old boy sobbing and begging the man not to shove his big thick cock up his tender teenage virginal asshole, how hot is that? And the boy could do nothing about it. He was going to be fucked!
And all the while, the Master worked relentlessly on the boy’s tits and dick. The nipples were becoming sow tits. They were standing out ripe and sore, but nothing like what they would be like when everyone was done with them. The poor boy would actually be hung up by his nipples by morning. You see, many of these men love to see teenage boys in extreme pain and in agony, in fact. How much pain can a teenage boy take?
Well, over the years, I have found that a boy of fourteen or fifteen can take much more pain than most people can imagine, especially much more than the boy thinks he can take. When he passes out repeatedly from the pain, that is when you know that you are finally getting there. When you have to revive him by pissing in his face and then starting the pain again, that is when you know you are really getting to him. When he blubbers so much that he cannot even beg anymore, you smile and whisper to the boy, “the pain is not going to stop, baby, not ever. Not for a long, long time.” Then, perhaps, you start working on his tender hairless teenage balls. That is what the Master did now. He slid the leg hole of the yellow underpants to one side to reveal one of the boy’s perfect teenage nuts.
Jakub was picked for his beauty, for his all-round perfection, so we knew that his dick and balls would be beautiful, not yet full-grown, still thickening and lengthening, still filling in to hang lower and fuller to provide teenage fuck sauce, fuck sauce that now a girl would most likely never taste or feel in her cunt. Ruined boys do not fuck girls. They hide and service men. They spend their lives hiding away but come out when ordered by a man to suck dick or take cock up the pussy. The boy would become a complete mental and physical and emotional wreck. A fucked up wreck who would tremble in fear any time a man passed him, or even just looked at him. Even though he might gargle and brush his teen twenty times a day, in his head, his tongue and mouth would still taste of male asshole forever. Ass taste and cock taste and cum taste and sweaty ball taste and masculine armpit taste. All food would taste like cock and ass. That is what this kind to experience does to a boy.
The Master slid the underpants aside, and we got our look at fifteen-year-old boy scrotum. How many of you have ever had the chance to play with the nuts of a fifteen-year-old boy? The sack still feels like velvet—it has not yet taken on that leathery quality. A fat velvet sack filled with two sperm-making nuts. After a boy is hung up by his nut sack, his sexual organs sometimes do not work correctly anymore, and he cannot produce proper baby batter, not that it matters in Jakub’s case because I was pretty sure, as I said, that he would never fuck a girl. Maybe the Master would allow Jakub to watch videos of guys fucking girls while they played with his body just so he would clearly know what he was missing.
“See how he fucks his cock into her. See how that teenage boy of your own age fucks his handsome dick into that cute young girl? Well, Jakub, you are never going to do that. You are going to be a fuckhole for men, fuckhole and a living toilet!”
And young Jakub will cry some more. Cry until he is all out of tears. And yes, then the sick things would start, things sicker than sucking and fucking, things sicker than piss. Perhaps things with animals. Who can come up with the sickest thing to do to Jakub?
And now we saw Jakub’s fifteen-year-old soft as silk nut sack. Not a hair—not a hair on his lower belly, not a hair on the nut bag. I admit it, I wanted to taste his young nuts. I wanted to bite them until he passed out. He raised one hand to stop the Master from tugging on the ball bag, but the Master angrily slapped the hand back down and hissed something in the boy’s ear. After that, except for the crying, Jakub stood very still. The Master teased us for a while. Tugging on the ball bag, stretching it downward, pulling it while rolling and squeezing the young nuts. Jakub closed his eyes in pain, as spittle formed on his lips, while the Master tortured the delicate orbs. Teasing them for what would come later with the clamps and the vice and the pulleys.
I like to choose a boy with really tender, sensitive nuts, really healthy babymakers! I actually love to work on the nuts of a new bridegroom. Deciding if I will allow him to have children or if I will ruin that for him. Imagine a young new bride and groom who want to have children so badly, and I hold the decision literally in my hand. It was not quite the same with a boy of fifteen. Most likely, he was not thinking about making babies, he was simply reacting to the terrible pain in his newly hanging teenage nuts. There was also the shame, of course, of having twenty strange men looking at your nuts. We must not forget that, because his humiliation would also get much much worse. He was to be totally and completely exposed to the gaze and the touch of strange men. How could this boy hang on to any normalcy?
FUCK THIS WAS FUN!
The Master played and tormented the boy’s ball sack for a bit, and then reached in further and fished out Jakub’s teenage dick. It was a time of revelation. It was the time for young adolescent boy Jakub to show pervy men his sweet fifteen-year-old virginal fuckmeat. The boy gasped as his dick was exposed. He could no longer hide his sexuality behind underpants as his pecker was out in the open now.
The fear and shame made his hard-on lessen. The dick was not totally soft, but not totally hard either. Some men laughed at the sight of the dick. I had a hunch that most of the men at this fuck party and show were quite well hung since I had had to give my dick measurements before I was accepted. All the more fun to laugh at the fifteen-year-old boy’s still growing boy pecker.
Teenage boy dick on display. Virgin boy clit bobbing and bouncing. Jakub made a sound like a baby pig, a squeal that I found charming and erotic. The boy’s hands trembled. He wanted to raise them to cover his dick, but he knew he dare not. The man grabbed it and roughly twisted it, causing Jakub to grow weak in the knees, but the man held the boy up by his dick and his tit.
I almost lost it and shot my fucking load, and I knew that, at last, the underpants would come off.
I was so fucking glad I had chosen to come on this holiday.
Poor fifteen-year-old Jakub was now fully starting to comprehend just how horrible his first sexual experience was to be. A young boy’s first time is often fraught with nerves and fears, but usually, it is accompanied by the excitement of the boy having his very first fuck, something he has dreamed of for a long time. Imagine your first fuck being a nightmare instead from which you will never fully recover.
A teenage boy—a straight teenage boy—was going to be fucked up the ass. We all sat on the edge of our seats, our rock-hard pricks leaking strings of pre-fuck down onto the floor. We had been told not to worry about any messes on the beautiful polished stone floor of the palazzo, as the boys would lick it clean after the show—boys whose primary dietary supplement came from men’s cocks.
Jakub’s underpants were down, and his beautiful pink teenage dick stuck out slightly over his soft, smooth, big boy balls. The Master roughly frigged the boy’s prick pulling back the foreskin. The teen had been fed Viagra, as I said, causing his penis to stand out stiffly, as if he were in total fuck lust, whereas he was really scared out of his wits. The Master urged the boy back down onto the couch and began to work his fingers up deep into the virginal teenage boy ass. The first opening of a boy’s rosebud is precious. We had already seen fingers penetrate young Jakub, we wanted more, and now we would get more.
The Master used spit and a little bit of oil to open up the brand new boy-pussy. I wondered if Jakub would be proud of his new pussy and eagerly show it to the other boys at school. Ha! What nonsense. The poor kid was in a strange country, not in his own city, going to his own school. However, the fun fantasy of a teenage faggot showing off his brand new cunt to his buddies in the locker room, and all the other boys wanting to try it out, stuck with me for a few minutes. You might be amazed at just how many normal teenage boys in high school fuck each other just for fun. Times are more liberal now. Whereas boys have always held dick-measuring contests in the locker room, nowadays, they often masturbate each other’s’ swollen pricks before they measure them. Let’s be honest, fuck is still the most essential thing in life.
Jakub’s sweet whimper came across the microphone as the Master worked his fingers in and out of the teenage rectum, stretching and probing. Jakub knew he was being unmanned. His straight budding boyhood was being taken away from him. He was being cunted. He knew his life as he had known it was over.
Next, the Master showed us the first implement that would be used to give the boy a pussy. It was a rather large glass dildo with large bumps and curves on it. This being Venice, I knew that the glass was the finest Murano hand blown glass. This was no cheap dildo, but a beautifully made expensive one. I wondered if the Master had ordered a “special hand-blown glass dildo for a boy of fifteen.” Such a romantic, exotic start to his sex life. So promising. Soon Jakub would be getting plowed by twenty sweaty leaking dicks. He would be sucking cock. He would be turned into a cocksucker. He would never not be a cocksucker again.
Jakub knelt there, making whimpering sounds as the dildo was fucked in and out of his ass, each time going a bit deeper. Each time, the Master also turned and twisted the dildo around more vigorously.
We couldn’t see the action clearly even on the big screen, and being a master showman as well as a sexual master was what the Master was all about, so he flipped young Jakub, now dressed in only his socks, over onto his back. The boy was slick with fear sweat, his face was a twisted portrait of agony. His ass had a large glass dildo up it.
The Master roughly grabbed the fifteen-year-old boy’s swollen fucker and began to pump it. He roughly masturbated the boy with one hand while he fucked the kid’s ass with the dildo with the other. Perhaps he wanted the boy to enjoy his first asshole penetration, or maybe he just enjoyed being totally sadistic. I suspect the latter. Jakub began to scream, which only made our pulsing pricks throb harder and leak copiously. I wished I had a boy between my legs to slurp up my dick leak.
The Master was not content with the boy’s pain, so he actually lifted and rocked the kid’s smooth naked young body back and forth by only his dick. He pulled on the dick until the boy rocked back onto his shoulders and then yanked the teen cock back the other way. All of this sent the dildo deeper into the teenage rectum. But the Master knew that we all wanted a closer view of the teen’s first asshole plugging experience, so he kindly invited us to come up onto the small stage and walk around to look at the boy’s fuckhole being stretched. Did this add to the teen boy’s misery? Tremendously! Imagine his horror and embarrassment when twenty men circled him to get a really close look at his swollen stretched, stuffed asshole. This is a boy’s most private part. This is the most private part on any person.
Jakub’s asshole was now on display with a glass dildo shoved up it. Did Jakub have any concept that soon our thick dicks would be up the same hole? I tell you honestly, I had to do everything in my power to hold back and not reach out and touch that soft, smooth pale teenage skin, not to pluck and twist those now very sore nipples. Oh, I wanted to make him hurt so much! I wanted him sobbing in my arms to “please stop the pain.” And I wanted to kiss him and reassure him that he could take “just a little more, baby, just a little more pain for me, huh? Maybe some pins in your nut sack or some light cigarette burns on that alabaster skin? That would inspire you to suck and fuck better.”
Some of us looked very closely. We leaned down to smell the boy sweat. Oh, how delicious those boy balls looked. No girl or boy had ever licked them.
I think some part of Jakub was amazed that he had a massive glass dildo sticking out of his ruptured asshole. Did he associate the pain in his bowels with the width and length of the glass dildo, or was he too fucked up to put his thoughts together? I often find that with boys that they almost tune out, and that you have to stimulate them to bring them back.
Jakub had not yet even had a big fat dick in that sweet young mouth of his. How would he react to that? One dick, and two dicks, and twenty dicks. I can honestly say after hundreds and hundreds of encounters, I have never seen a boy suffer better. Oh, Ben suffered more when he stretched his young asshole more and more to unbelievable degrees. Tyson suffered more emotionally, having to fuck his own mother for me. Some of the poor younger boys in Thailand broke down sooner and to more wretched levels.
But no one suffered better with truer innocent teenage-style than Jakub. He had such beautiful eyes, such tender quivering lips. The way his face twitched in pain and disgust. The way his body strained without any restraints. Oh, my god, how he must have wanted to run, to just get up off the table and bolt, but he could not.
The fuck fun was just starting.
There was an intermission. The men who ran this show knew their stuff. We were all horny and dripping, some of us had already lost a big load or even two. And now there was to be an intermission before the main event—the ass fucking of Jakub.
The fifteen-year-old boy was already scared out of his mind. The kid was so scared that his teeth chattered. Every part of his young smooth, tender body had been put on display before a group of horny perverts. The Master had worked the boy’s unfortunate teenage nipples until they were raw. The Master had twisted and pulled on the fragile immature nuts in that soft, still hairless bag until they were swollen. The boy had been fed Viagra and had his teenage dick pumped until it was engorged and leaking.
When the Master led him off, crawling on all fours, of course, as any good fifteen-year-old fuck boy should do, he was so terrified that he collapsed and just lay there. They had to drag him off. His body was slick with fear-sweat, so he was given a quick shower.
We were ushered into another room in the palazzo, this one overlooking the Grand Canal. Boys and young men dressed as gondoliers but wearing no trousers, so their big dicks swung, served champagne and snacks. These boys and men must have been chosen for their giant thick dicks and heavy full balls. Some of the guests fondled the servers.
I contented myself with looking at them and also gazing at the magnificence of the Grand Canal. Looking to my left, I could see the famous Rialto Bridge, where I had an adventure picking up a virgin fuck boy. My prick gave a lurch at the memory.
Suddenly the lighted chandeliers in the room went out, and we were left in darkness except for flickering candelabras on the tables and sconces on the walls. Then a spotlight hit a darkened end of the room, and we gasped. Our Boy of the Evening, young fifteen-year-old virgin Jakub, was in a cage! It was a breathtaking sight. The naked angel was in a black metal cage with a large lock. How magnificent—a crying teenage boy in a cage.
He was not entirely naked. His body had been made even more obscene by the black bow tie he now had around his head. (After all, this was a dress occasion, right?) He also wore a ridiculously tiny G-string that concealed nothing of his young body, and his teen dick and balls kept falling out of the thong-like pouch. He also wore a pair of black dress socks. It was quite fun.
The boy was totally disoriented, a look of hopeless despair on his sweet face. The Master unlocked the cage and led the boy out, once more crawling and trembling, but now dressed in “formal evening attire.”
I looked down at the program we had all been given for the evening. On the cover, young Jakub knelt, naked, hands covering his genitals, with the most beautiful pathetic look on his handsome teen face. In the English translation provided in the programs, the Master assured us that Jakub would remain naked for at least a month after the show.
During that month, he would be ass fucked almost continually—and for the Master, almost continuously meant twenty-four hours a day. Imagine a fifteen-year-old boy having to go through that. Of course, the boy’s mouth would not be neglected either—not with those luscious lips. He would also be taught how to be a full-service toilet. Any semblance of a normal life, of the life he had had before, would be totally gone. He was no longer human. He was to be a sex object. A fuck toy. And after his initial fucking, we would have the first crack at him.
I was not first on the list, but due to my modest fame as a writer of erotica, I was third, so the boy-pussy would still be reasonably responsive. Later, the next day perhaps, I was to have a private session with him to play some games and have some personal fun. I wanted to linger and take my time stretching his young hairless nut sack. I genuinely do love the pleasures of a fifteen-year-old ball sack. I already had placed a request for a riding crop. I also wanted to work on enlarging his piss hole a bit and received the Master’s permission to do that. Jakub seemed the most sensitive youth. I saw how he responded to the tit work, and I was anxious to test his pain tolerance. Of course, I would not ignore his nipples. My delight! By the time I finished with his nipples, he would be willing to chew them off himself to avoid any more tit pain.
The Master led the boy back into the room we were using as a theater, and we resumed our seats. The Master once more probed and stretched the boy’s mouth. Which was to be violated first, I wondered, his teenage ass or his sweet mouth? It was only later when studying the photos of the event and seeing the Master shoving his thumb around in the teenager’s mouth, that I could see how totally degraded the kid was. The Master was probing the boy’s mouth for only one reason, to see what kind of a hole for dick it would make. The teen’s mouth was to be turned into a dick hole.
Just think, to us, a boy with a name, nothing else was to be used mercilessly as a fuckhole. We knew nothing about his family, his schooling, his past. Did he have a young girlfriend? Had they kissed shyly and touched each other? Was he a teen hot for cunt and tits? Fat chance for that ever again. He was a fuckboy now. Soon the number of cocks in his mouth and up his ass in a month would exceed the amount of sex most males have in their entire lives, but he would not enjoy the sex. Oh, no, he was a dick receptacle, nothing more. The Master and others would make certain he never enjoyed it, just more and more degradation and further humiliation and additional pain.
And then, surprise, another man entered the performance area, a youngish, very muscular man. It seems the Master would not be the first to take the boy’s mouth and ass pussy after all. No, he felt his own nine inches was not thick and fearsome enough, and he wanted the boy’s first fuck to be something he could never put out of his mind. He wanted the boy’s first fuck to be exceedingly painful. Perhaps, they meant to spit roast him, a cock in both teenage holes at once. He wanted to make certain the boy was mentally and emotionally disgusted by the filth that was happening to him.
As the Master shoved more fingers in Jacobs’ face hole, the New Man reached down and began to squeeze the teenager’s ass globes. Jakub suddenly pulled back and shook his head. He seemed almost hysterical. He began to wail gibberish. The Master clamped one strong hand over the boy’s mouth, silencing him, while the New Man squeezed the ass cheeks, moving his fingers closer and closer to the ass crack and teenage asshole.
We were all interested in the role of the New Man in the room. Was he meant to assist, or would he be a main actor in the show? Two men were now working on the naked body of a fifteen-year-old boy.
As I said, the boy himself, poor young Jakub, was almost out of his mind with fear and anxiety. He trembled. He had trouble swallowing. Would he have difficulty swallowing cock as well? Would he have a problem taking the cocks of the two dozen men in the room? Not with what we had paid for the event; most of us were determined to skull fuck that adorable teenage face, no matter how uncomfortable for the kid.
The New Man was middle-aged, well-muscled, with a rather stern countenance. He looked dangerous. He began to run his large rough hands over the kid’s naked flesh, feeling it for the first time. It was rather as if he was appraising a prize show animal.
I could see that the boy wanted to withdraw, to pull away from the probing, prodding fingers, but there was nothing he could do. Poor young Jakub, dressed in nothing but a bow tie, dress socks, and a stupid thong that allowed his smooth young teenage nuts to hang out had already been put on full display for all of the men in the room, myself included.
Now he was being felt up by a potential fucker. Who would fuck the boy, the Master, or the New Man in the room? The new guy flipped Jakub over onto his back, shoved his thumb into the boy’s mouth, and explored the inside of the boy’s face fuckhole, checking teeth, tongue, palate, lips, throat—checking to see how a nice big fat leaking dick would feel in there. I mean, what is the point of all of this if the ultimate face fuck is less than superb? The same goes for fucking the boy’s asshole. It has to be fantastic to justify the expense. Most of our dicks were raging painfully by now, pulsing, straining, and leaking embarrassingly.
The New Man ( as I called him) unleashed young Jakub’s teenage pecker from the thong and began to fondle it. As I said previously, the boy had been fed ample amounts of Viagra, so the teen prick sprang to life despite the kid’s fear—a nice thick teenage cock. Oh, how I love the sight of teen boy dick, a nice fat pink-skinned teenage dick, fresh, virginal fuckmeat. It warms my heart. The New Man began to masturbate the boy roughly, not so much stimulating the kid, as yanking him up and down by the cock itself.
We could see how red and sore the boy’s nipples still were from the Master working on them. Those teen titties would become a whole lot more raw and painful once I got my fingers and teeth on them. I vowed that his tits would never feel the same again!
The kid was delirious now. Scared out of his mind, but sexually jacked up and pulsing, with his entire body tingling, as he was shamelessly molested in front of a room full of men. The sheer terror of the boy and his virginal sensuality as he was slowly corrupted reminds me so much of my own work with teens over the years. It brings back memories of Bradon and Danny and, of course, my favorite fuck child, Tyson, as well as so many others, younger and older, that I worked with over the years. Not to mention the boys that my friend Daniel and I have helped long-distance via email, video, Skype, and so on.
Once again, I have to salute the skill of the still photographer who took photos of the live event. What a wonderful keepsake along with the video, of course. I will cherish the memories of those two days for the rest of my life, as I relive what I experienced.
The prolonging of the actual sex was literally making a total nervous wreck out of young Jakub. He knew what was coming. The Master whispered over and over into the boy’s ear, precisely what was going to be done to him. He had explained in great detail the way it would feel to have sweaty, leaking, man prick in his mouth and stretching open his tight teen asshole. He had described with great relish how the boy would be ruined—sexually, emotionally, and psychologically—for life. And now it was actually happening.
The New Man grabbed the boy by the neck and pulled him from his perch onto the floor. Now the teenage boy knelt before him like a slave. He was a slave—no, he was even lower than a slave was—he was a fuck animal, a living dick ditch. He was to be used over and over in the filthiest, most shameful way possible. The ultimate teen sexual abuse in the most blatant way.
Now, the New Man stood before the kneeling boy. The Master took one step back, out of the spotlight. The New Man reached down and slowly and casually unzipped his own trousers and hauled out what had to be one of the thickest dicks I had seen in years. No wonder the Master in his great wisdom and his P.T. Barnum sense for spectacle had chosen this man. This incredible hunk of fuck meat would terrify anyone, especially a virginal fifteen-year-old boy. It was truly a cock to behold. And it wasn’t even fully hard yet.
It appeared that this man was one of those who had complete control over his dick. He could keep it flaccid or semi-erect or hard as rock according to his will. He could get it dripping if he wanted to. His pecker was his life. Some men live their entire lives for their dicks. I admit that my cock has played a terribly prominent part of my life, but I also have a few other things I love, literature, opera, art, theater, and food and drink. This man lived only to feed his dick. He was a satyr who never ran out of fuck slop and whose need never abated. Jakub was really in for it.
The boy’s frightened eyes could not help but stare at the hunk of fuckmeat before him. His lips trembled, and his young eyes blinked. His lips moved in what I later learned were silent prayers. Our young Jakub was actually quite religious, and he prayed through most of his trauma for God to deliver him safely and virginally from this horror. His prayers were not answered. With his cute little bow tie, he was a dressed-up sex doll, a teenage fuck toy, which is the very best use for cute adolescent boys.
The Master snapped an order at the boy, but I missed what he said, partly because it was not in English. I later learned that he had commanded the teenager to “smell his dick.” He wanted the kid to inhale the sex smell of a real man. He wanted the boy to become intimate with the fuckmeat that was to rape his virginal asshole and throat. The boy had to learn how to worship and respect the dick that was to change his life forever.
Jakub did not act quickly enough to please the New Man, so a large hand grabbed the back of the teen’s head and yanked it toward the pulsing, meaty pecker before him. The head of the enormous dick was already wet. When an animal is in fuck need, nothing else matters, and this man was indeed a sexual animal. Like an elephant in Must, everything else faded into the background. The New Man became dangerous and wild when he needed to unload his massive balls.
And so we watched and wanked as fifteen-year-old Jakub smelled his first man prick. To someone like me, who spent most of his life in sexually charged situations, the entire room lightly smelled of cock. I mean, two dozen men were jerking their dicks, as well as the masturbating photographers and cinematographers and staff. The room was filled with the quiet, insistent squishing sound of hand pumping prick.
No doubt, Jakub had smelled dick before. I am sure he had smelled the heady rank stink of teenage boy dick in the locker room at school. I am sure that he smelled his own sweaty dick and balls after a good sports game or workout, but to kneel before the enormous wet dick of a strange man and ordered to smell, it was definitely a new experience for the teenage boy.
The New Man quietly barked something at the kneeling boy, and Jakub reached up and ever so gently lifted the fuckmeat so he could smell under it. At the New Man’s further order, Jakub rubbed the unbelievably thick pecker all over his face. He now belonged to this dick marking its territory. He was now owned by this magnificent cock. Who knows how many boy mouths and asses this prick had fucked? Who knows how recently it had stretched and even torn some unfortunate boy rectum. This was what the New Man did. This is what he did day in and out. This was his work and his pastime. This was his pleasure and his purpose in life, to fuck boys, to ruin boys, to destroy boys sexually.
Young Jakub, in his fear and confusion, had no idea just how destroyed he would be. He had no idea yet just how ruined he would become by cock. Perhaps, he still hopes that, at the last moment, God would spare him from getting fucked in the face and ass, from having his cute face turned into a cunt and his asshole into a pussy. For the moment, Jakub knelt there sniffing dick, holding up the unbelievably thick shaft of a prick to smell under and around it.
Had the New Man washed his pecker after he fucked the asshole of his last boy? Did he want his dick always to reek of fuck and of boy ass? How many boys did he fuck a day, a week? What was the age of the youngest and the oldest? Was there a boy ass too young and small to be able to take his monster fuckmeat? Did he care? How often were these exclusive Venice shows, and was the New Man hired to fuck boy ass and mouth once, twice, three times a week or more? How many innocent young boys were bought and sold after their destruction?
Would you buy Jakub if you could after this event? What would you do with a boy so fucked, so raped, so ruined? Would you be kind to him, or make him take yet further abhorrent abuse? At what point would the kid be totally broken, nothing left to give, and become just a shell? It is incredible how resilient boys can be. How they can heal and recover, only for you to use and abuse and destroy again. You must always leave in a boy just a tiny spark of hope that can grow in him so that you can once again rip it out of him with some new disgusting, filthy perverted act of sexual abuse.
With someone like Ben, while we were stretching his young teen ass to unbelievable proportions, we always had him thinking this was the last time if he just gave a little bit more. If he would just let us stretch it a tiny bit more, then we will be satisfied and stop. Of course, we never were. His teenage hole was expanded to the point where horse dick would easily fill him.
So, would the same happen to sweet young Jakub, or would a white knight ride in and save him? Would some nice man take him away from all of this and nurse him back to health? Would the horror be forgotten with sweet kisses and warm embraces?
One thing was for sure, right now, young Jakub was smelling dick, and soon he would be sucking it. He would be turned into a teenage cocksucker! I have this flaw, I know, that each time I see an adorable teenage boy, at the mall or at a restaurant, or on the street I cannot help but imagine him sucking dick. I envision my fucker inside his mouth and him looking up at me innocently and just a bit sad because he knows that now he is a cocksucker. He will be afraid now that his girlfriend will taste cock on his lips and in his mouth. Somehow, the mouth of a cute boy and a big fat juicy cock just seem to go together for me. And when the boy is unwilling—well, then it becomes even more fun with an adorable, young, reluctant cocksucker boy.
And all of that and more were about to happen to Jakub.
Jakub, the fifteen-year-old virginal star of our extraordinary show, was sucking cock. Well, at first, he was not very good, what boy is? Truth be told, there are very few “natural cocksuckers.” I mean, there are plenty of faggots that are naturals for the task, but even they need to be coached and taught. So much skill is required to be an expert cocksucker, to work the skin on the shaft of the dick with your lips, tongue, and palate, to tease the swollen leaking prick head with your throat muscles, to use the tongue to lap at the underside of the prick even as it fucks down your throat, so many little things that make a really good cock suck. It takes a boy, even a brilliant, talented boy, awhile to master such talents. And it is even more challenging when the boy is unwilling or when he is terrified out of his young mind.
Don’t worry, young Jakub would get plenty of chances in the days to come to hone his prick slurping talents. For his first time, the joy was in seeing a big fat meaty pecker work its way into the virginal boy mouth. To see Jakub’s eyes once again filled with tears as more and more cock filled his mouth. Another normal straight boy turned into a cocksucking faggot.
The Master would carefully explain to the boy that after he had become a cocksucker, he would never be able to fuck a girl. Oh my, no! Any girl could tell if he tried to kiss her that he had sucked dick. Besides, there should be no secrets between lovers, and how could he ever explain to his love that he had had fuckmeat down his throat and up his ass? That he had been turned into a cunt! What girl, decent or indecent, would ever accept a boy like that? No, his time with girls was over before it began.
The Master would explain to the boy, as Jakub licked the New Man’s balls, while the Master would gently masturbate Jakub’s swollen fifteen-year-old dick, that he must not feel bad. There were still plenty of other ways to satisfy his need for sex with other boys, with men, with dogs, and even with horses. The Master had helped wayward boys adjust to all of these and more. And there were many other kinds of sex than just fucking a girl. He would have fulfilling sex being fucked orally and anally by other boys and men, and, of course, there was toilet sex, fist-fucking sex, pain sex, even amputation sex, so many possibilities other than fucking cunt. Jakub’s abundant, full sex life was just starting.
Jakub, in his terrified, confused state, would hear this, but it would only register in his mind later so that even his moments of rest and solitude would be filled with images of horror. After all, how many fifteen-year-old boys could handle such a thing?
The New Man took his time teaching Jakub the rudiments of cocksucking. First, the boy had to smell the dick and balls. Then he had to lick up and down the stalk of the swollen slick fucker, paying particular attention to the thick veins running the length of the enormous fucker. Then Jakub was ordered to smooch the head of the cock. He had to kiss it romantically like he wanted to kiss the lips of some of the girls at his former school. I say former because Jakub would not be returning there—ever. He had to nuzzle and suckle the fat dickhead. And as the sticky slime of pre-fuck syrup oozed out of the pisshole, Jakub had to learn how to slurp it down like a good faggot slut. It made the boy feel sick and want to vomit, but when he coughed and choked, he was warned by the New Man that he must not show disrespect to a prick ever.
We sat and watched, masturbating while waiting for our turn at the boy, each one of us silently vowing to corrupt and ruin the kid even more. He would be turned from a teenage boy into a fucked up fuck animal. It was that total corruption of innocence that had drawn us to this live show in Venice. If you have the money, you can always find a boy ass to fuck, but how often do you get the chance to be a part of an event that totally destroys a beautiful youth that forever fucks up his head as well as his body.
After Jakub had sufficiently suckled the fat leaking cockhead, he was given a short reprieve to allow him to savor the salty taste of the New Man’s gigantic balls. There was something almost surreal about watching this innocent kid sucking on the swollen testicles of an adult male in heat. The boy was nothing—nothing—except a means for the man to shoot his fuck scum to get off. After he thoroughly used the boy, he would discard him like a cum-soaked tissue. The New Man would go on to whatever else filled his days and nights, leaving the gagging boy to sob and wallow in his own and the man’s fuck filth. Of course, Jakub would not be allowed to rest. He would be forced to entertain two dozen more men over and over and over.
I could understand why the Master had chosen this particular man to fuck Jakub’s face. I mean, the cock was fierce and formidable. The thick and red cock was quite horrific. It was a cock that would intimidate any full-grown faggot, so imagine the effect on an innocent fifteen-year-old boy. Jakub now licked up and down the prick again, the big swollen nuts coated with his teen spit. More thick pre-fuck sauce bubbled from the large pisshole and ran down over the shaft and onto the boy’s licking tongue. How did it taste to Jakub, so much pre-fuck? I wondered. It dripped from Jakub’s chin down onto his slender naked chest. He raised his hands to help control the fuckmeat, but the New Man slapped the hands away. The boy must learn to serve the fuckmeat with only his mouth, just as he would have to learn how to service the fucker with his rectum and anal muscles.
Well, Jakub was a cocksucker now, and the New Man’s swollen prick was pulsing and throbbing as it spurted out pre-fuck. From the look in the boy’s tear-filled eyes, you could see that he was in awe of the man skull fucking him. I am so happy the photographer covering the event caught that. After all, that expert level of service was what we were paying for. Everything was perfect. Even the beautiful boy at the door, who ushered us into the salon, had a commendable erection in his diaphanous red harem pants.
It was time for the main event. I mean the real main event—the raping of the tender young virginal ass of fifteen-year-old Jakub. The stretching and tearing of the tight anal ring, as the child writhed in agonizing burning pain, feeling of a swollen prick going up inside of his bowels, prodding, and pounding as the prickhead went deeper and deeper. All of that was yet to come. What amazing fun.
The fat dickhead nudged, poked, and tried to wedge itself into the tight fifteen-year-old asshole. It was a pure joy listening to the whimpering sounds coming out of the boy’s mouth. He was not only scared out of his mind, but he was now actually in considerable pain. His teenage boy asshole was being turned into a girly cunt. He was being used as a pussy. After this, he would be a pussy.
He was already a cocksucker. He would never not be a cocksucker again. His tender teen lips that were so eager a few months ago to kiss the mouth of some teenage girl he fancied were now slightly swollen from sucking on a big fat man pecker, and those same lips were coated with a glaze of pre-cum. The New Man’s dick was a leaker, and long strings of pre-fuck had painted the boy’s face. In fact, the New Man had rubbed his dripping dick all over the cute fifteen-year-old boy’s nose and cheeks and mouth and ears and eyes.
The boy’s breathing had grown more labored and ragged. He had moaned and made noises like a baby cat mewing, as fuck sauce glazed his countenance. Then the New Man had taken one large finger, scooped the fuck slop from the boy’s face, and gently fed it to him, making the kid lick and suck the pre-fuck from his thick digit. The boy had his first full taste of male pre-fuck. From now on, cock leak would become a staple of Jakub’s diet. Cock leak and cum and eventually piss and spit and snot and other things, whatever things the gentlemen guests got a kick out of seeing the innocent boy eat.
Why is it such a total sexual high making a darling innocent teenage boy eat disgusting things? Why does that make the dick hard and pulse? Why does that make our balls tingle, knowing the boy has no choice and that he has to eat and swallow something disgusting? I think it must be the feeling that one is dominating the boy, that the boy has no choice but to submit, no matter how filthy or degenerate the act.
Jakub obediently sucked up the fuck slop from the fingers of the New Man. Maybe he secretly wanted that revolting act to continue because it pushed off the inevitable fucking of his virgin boy ass. Oh, yes, Jakub knew that he was going to be fucked up the ass. He knew he was going to be turned into a girl, a cunt. Jakub knew he would never be a total boy again. He would forever be something in-between, who lived in a secret twilight world. At fifteen, he was turned into a boy cunt.
I should remind you, friends, at this point, that Jakub had very little choice. He was sacrificing himself by doing all of this to save his family in Eastern Europe. Venice and all of Italy, in fact, is rife with gypsies and the poor who flee the impossibly bleak life and oppressive governments in Eastern Europe. This sweet boy was sacrificing his mouth, his ass, his body, his boyhood, his life to save his family. How fucking noble of him and how delicious for us. Imagine how many times he had to tell himself that he “must do” this or that filthy act, that he must lick balls and suck cock and eat out ass to save his family. That he must allow his teenage boy asshole to be used as a cunt, actually be turned into a cunt to help his family. Isn’t it fucking romantic?
But where were we? Oh, yes, Jakub’s face had been cleaned of pre-fuck, and he had tasted and eaten his first dick leak. It was time to work on that magnificent tight little ass of his. Part of the reason the Master had chosen Jakub had been because of his perfect ass.
I have known and fucked really adorable boys who have been perfect in every sense, only to be a disappointment in the ass department, a flat ass, a flabby ass, an ass with pimples, a too broad ass, and other various defects that ruin the magnificence of the fuck.
Jakub had an absolutely perfect ass, which I can see from the delightful photos that were provided to us at the end of the event to take as keepsakes. I had my photos mailed to me, as I did not want to be caught at customs with pictures of a fifteen-year-old boy sucking dick and being fucked up the ass. That might not have been appreciated. No, I had the photos shipped to a priest friend of mine along with a crate of religious relics. As a thank you to the priest, I had included for him a condom filled with the boy’s teen sperm and an envelope with some of the kid’s armpit, pubic, and asshole hairs, each carefully labeled. My priest friend has specific catholic tastes.
Fuck Time. It was fuck time. The swollen pricks of many of the guests in the audience were already sore from so much masturbating. They had not even touched the boy yet except for a frantic grope or two as the kid was made to pass among us. Of course, the Master had chosen a fucker with a ginormous dick for the boy’s first time. We expected nothing less. The kid must never forget his very first fuck. It must be agonizingly long, excruciatingly painful, and actually change the shape of the tender teen asshole forever. The boy must never be the same again. It must affect his mind as well as his body.
So, because the New Man knew he would never get his thick dickhead into the ass bud without loosening up the boy hole a bit, he worked the asshole first with his fingers and then with a dildo. Not a large dildo. Oh, no, he wanted to make sure his actual pecker did most of the painful work, but on the other hand, he did not want to bruise or hurt his dick, and you and I know only too well how a very tight young boy asshole can really strangle a thick hunk of fuckmeat. A fucker does not want the fuck to hurt him, only the boy. The thrill of feeling a boy’s virgin rectum stretch and open must not be compromised by pain in the prick. In simple terms, the purpose is to hurt the boy, not yourself. It’s a delicate balance because what fun is it if the young teen is not in mind-numbing pain? As I said, his very first fuck, his first time being turned into a cunt should be something he never ever forgets. However, there was little fear that Jakub would forget his first fucking experience, as he was to be fucked in the ass by two dozen men. I guess the clinical term for what was to happen to him was rape, although he had agreed to it to save his family, which gave us all some peace of mind.
I hope you, at least, have some idea of how distasteful it was for Jakub to have to suck on a dick, especially a big smelly juicy dick like the New Man had. How horrible it was for him to feel the cock leak trickle over his tongue and down into his throat. Now he had to endure even worse down at the other end of his lithe young body. Now he had to hold still while a strange man probed with his finger and then with an object at his teen ass pucker.
And the men watching it saw it all in close-up, thanks to the cameras catching it all. Just imagine how young Jakub felt having his teenage asshole projected onto two large screens. It was easy to tell that the New Man doing the work on the boy had done dozens, perhaps hundreds of these shows, as he knew exactly how to manipulate and work the terrified boy. He took the kid’s teen prick from the little costume pouch he had been wearing and began to masturbate it.
I was most impressed at how smooth and hairless the boy’s balls were, just the way I like my teen boy balls. The sack was not yet leathery but instead velvet soft. Jakub had an adequate but still growing boy cock on him that was nice and meaty. Not that Jakub would have much use for his dick in the future. No, his mouth and pussy would be much more in use. He would probably never get to fuck a girl unless some customer wanted to watch him shove his cock into some very young cunt as a curiosity or as kinky part of some fuck show. I mean, Jakub would never have an actual girlfriend. No, he was going to be ruined to that forever. He was going to be too physically as well as mentally and emotionally fucked up for any kind of healthy sex life.
The New Man masturbated Jakub’s boy dick until it too began to leak and drip strings of pre-fuck down onto the boy’s own face. The kid’s legs were up over his head at this point, giving all of us a clear view of the glass dildo opening up his virginal boy hole.
For me, the only drawback was that Jakub still wore those silly black dress socks that so many men find erotic, but I have no idea why. I wanted to see his naked teenage feet. I wanted to see his cute toes curl as the dildo was shoved deeper and deeper up into his transforming boy-pussy.
During this whole painful time, the Master stood nearby, leaning down to whisper to the boy that he was being turned into a girl, a cunt, a fuckhole, a cumdump. It was in another language, of course, but my program informed me that that was what was happening.
The boy fucker was an expert, a real pro. He knew how much exactly to loosen up the asshole so that the fuck would still be painfully tight. We could see the asshole stretched to its limit around the thick pulsing prick. The smooth hairless fifteen-year-old asshole stretched beyond belief and turned into a cunt.
This is why I was so happy to be at the show in Venice. Even though I had paid an exorbitant amount to attend, every detail of the event was perfect. One camera caught the twisted agonized look on the boy’s face, chewing his lip and wrinkling his nose as the thick cock went deeper and deeper into his rectum. Another camera focused on the considerable fuckmeat itself, disappearing up into the fifteen-year-old asshole.
I have to admit from personal experience that few moments in life equal the pure joy of fucking the ass of a virgin boy. For some of my friends, the younger and smaller the ass, the more the thrill, but I, however, love boy ass in the thirteen to sixteen age group. I like for the boy to be old enough to know that his manhood (and boyhood) is being stripped from him, taken away from him forever, and he can never get it back. He will never be a total male again. That utter despair as the boy realizes this is precious to me. That alone can give me some of the biggest orgasms of my life.
I have spent hours after fucking a young boy, gently stroking his smooth body and tenderly kissing him and telling him that he is no longer a boy now, but a freak. That he can never be a whole boy again. That from now on until the day he dies, he will remember that he has been fucked up the ass. How, even if he tries with a girl, he will not be able to fuck because he will always think about how he was fucked. How, from now on, it is better for him if he becomes a faggot and sucks dick and takes it up his newly formed cunt. I love to watch a boy’s face as these ideas sink into his brain. Of course, with most boys, after that talk, I fuck him a lot more and then have friends fuck him also, to cement his new identity totally into his brain. The thought that the cute boy’s sex life will be totally fucked up forever warms my heart and makes my dick hard as a rock.
At one point during the lengthy fuck, when the thickness or length of the dick became too much for Jakub, the teenager literally began to howl in anguish. The New Man put his hand over the boy’s mouth to stifle the kid’s clamor. I mean, crying, and snorting, and choking, and praying, and begging are all fun to hear, but not just endless wailing. Jakub begged for the man to take it out as the fucker ground his hips around to make sure every inch of the kid’s tender insides was battered by dick. Not a corner was left untouched and unbruised. Hard and brutal fast fucks alternated with long and slow, smooth strokes, pulling the cock out almost to the head, so the boy thought maybe that the fuck was over, and then the fuckmeat plunged back balls deep into the newly formed boy-cunt.
I can’t tell you how happy I was that no condoms were used in this part of the event. I saw a show where a twelve-year-old boy was fucked up the ass by an entire series of diseased men so that the boy was certain to become infected. That is extremely sick, I know, but it was also I have to admit quite a turn on. Before the twelve-year-old was raped, tiny cuts were made with a razor blade in his anal lining to ensure the infection. I admit that that was one of the sickest things that I ever witnessed. I do not approve of all of the perversions I have watched, but I made it my goal in life to explore every corner of man’s depravity. I once attended a party where a teenage boy of sixteen was forced to fuck the dead body of his own little brother. Again, it sickened me, but also in some strange way stimulated me. I am terribly fascinated by man’s sexual depravity. Imagine how fucked up the lives of those teens became.
Something was thrilling in the knowledge that Jakub was to be ruined for life. To increase the boy’s discomfort and to enhance our viewing pleasure, the New Man now pulled his prick from the raped teen asshole with a tremendous sucking sound, spun the small smooth body of the kid around, and forced the boy to sit down right on the monstrous fucking pecker. Making the boy sit on the dick ensured that it would go even more painfully deep. All of the boy’s weight would now be on the fat juicy fucker. The New Man bounced the boy on his meat, causing young Jakub to scream out bloody murder. More than a couple of the watching guests shot a load at that.
Knowing that some of the guests would need some time to recover, the eventual gangbang and fucking of Jakub by the guests would be spread out over the next two days. Different guests had different levels of tickets. Some would only participate in the gangbang fuck. Others of us would get a chance to have an individual private fuck with the boy.
I became determined to meet with the Master and request an upgrade to allow me, perhaps, a whole day with Jakub after the event was over. As I was a special honored guest because of my somewhat dubious fame as an author of erotica, I might have a chance for an extended time to work with the boy. I knew he would be a psychological and physical mess, but that was okay with me. I would soothe him and comfort him before, hopefully, taking him to even more profound levels of perversity and degradation. I only had an extra week to spend in Venice, but if I could spend it corrupting this fifteen-year-old, it would be a holiday I would never forget.
The man shot his load of fuck slop up inside the rectum and bowels of the formerly virgin fifteen-year-old Jakub. It was not like at some drunken orgy or after-hours bar party. Nobody applauded or cheered. The watching men were too busy masturbating their own fat leaking dicks. They were lost in the magical decadence of seeing a fifteen-year-old boy fucked up the ass until his fucker emptied his big balls of their juice up the newly formed teen boy-cunt.
We knew the man was cumming by the way he rose up and arched his back, even though the boy was riding his lap. We knew the man was blasting his fuck scum by the way the boy howled in extra pain as the dick swelled even thicker just before the orgasm. The boy must have felt as if his bowels were bursting, and his entire rectum was being torn apart. It must have felt a bit like giving birth in reverse. One, two, five gushes of dick scum boiled into the soft, sweet formerly virginal boy ass.
The kid was bred—seeded and impregnated—by a man. The smooth pale, hairless boy body stiffened and trembled as if he had a sudden attack of the chills. He went into minor shock. It was almost religious or anti-religious in its filth, the teen boy taking on the degenerate sins of two dozen men.
It must have burned when the boy was ordered to rise up off the enormous pillar of prick, which did not seem to want to go down. Jakub gasped as the rose up inch by inch off the still throbbing fuck pole. Would he ever think about this moment months from now, when his cunt no longer hurt because by then it would have had every imaginable kind of object shoved up it including men’s fists?
Oh, he did not know that at this point. Oh, no, he believed that he had to perform for this one licentious event, then his family would be safe, and they would be reunited. He did not know that the Italian Master had ways to demand more and more from a boy like him, more and more degeneracy, more and more filth, more and more depravity, more and more acts of disgust. Six months from now, if you saw the boy’s ass, you would not recognize it. You would not know his face either with its new hard, cold, glance, its features almost frozen, all of his youthful boyhood buried somewhere beneath countless nights of pain and corruption and sex filth.
Jakub was no sooner off the man when the Master moved him to squat over a dish. He was ordered to expel the cum out of his just fucked ass into the bowl as proof that the man had barebacked cum into him. To any boy, under normal circumstances, this would have been forbiddingly humiliating and impossible to do, but this boy was already beaten internally. He had lost. He did not know how to rebel or to resist.
He squatted, naked, legs spread, and his fifteen-year-old dick and balls hanging down and swinging while bobbing erotically. Oh, how these men, myself included, loved the sight of a teenage boy’s cock and balls. It was such a sinful, secret, private part of a boy’s body, and at that age, a boy was acutely aware of that. He was aware that men were staring at his penis and scrotum. And not staring as one might artistically at a classic sculpture. Oh no, staring lustfully, perversely, studying the teenage dickhead, drooling over the soft skin of the boy shaft and the hairless nut sack. The Master held the boy by the shoulders to prevent the traumatized kid from falling over. He explained to the boy that he was now going to shit in front of all of these men. He was going to shit out the cum that had been fucked up into his ass.
To be honest, Jakub had no more tears to shed. Still, he made some mewling sounds, and his eyes glassed up. His beautiful stomach fluttered, and then he grunted, and a squirt of cum shot from his now reddened and slightly swollen asshole. The squirt was followed by a dribble mixture of cum and ass juice, staining the white cum somewhat brown in places. There was also a bit of blood to add to the lovely solution. For young Jakub, I am sure he felt so low at that point that it was as if he were shitting out his very heart.
We were all invited to remove ourselves to one of three salons, breaking our group up into smaller sections. We were to enjoy ourselves drinking and having snacks in the small salons until our lovely star Jakub was ready to join us. He was going to be cleaned up a bit and then sent from salon to salon. Being a featured guest, I was invited to the first salon.
About ten minutes later, Jakub, looking cleaner but really much the worse for wear, was ushered in. His eyes were glazed over, and he was unsteady on his feet. He was still dressed in the ridiculous costume of a bow tie, pouch, and dress socks. He looked around at the seven men in the room. You could see his heart drop into his stomach. He knew he was going to be used by each of them. He was going to be fucked by each of them. He was going to have to suck each of their fat leaking cocks. Life for him now was to be nothing but continual sex until he was completely fucked out and fucked to pieces.
He was made to lie on the carpet in between us, so we could all have a look at the yummy boy buffet spread out. For those of us who merited private fuck sessions with the kid, I am sure we were all thinking about what we wanted to do to him. I kept staring at his stretched little nipples and imagining how much more like pig teats I could get them to be. Jakub was ordered to roll over onto his tummy, spread his cheeks, and show us his just fucked asshole.
Now Jakub had to go around the room and kiss the dicks of all of the gentlemen assembled. Some men took their hard dicks and rubbed them all over his cute face. Some had dicks that were somewhat soft from recently spending, but Jakub had to kiss and suckled the cockheads. As this kind of perversion was totally new to the boy, he had the cutest confused look on his face.
His lips were extraordinarily soft on my dickhead. I imagined how they would feel sucking on my asshole. I could almost feel his soft pink tongue rummaging around up inside my moist shithole. A few of the men did not take their dicks out. They had the boy kiss their pricks through their trouser material. One man took the added liberty of spitting in Jakub’s face. That was technically out of bounds at this point, but no one said anything, as, I think, we all longed to cover the kid’s angelic face with gobs of spit and wads of snot.
Jakub was now to go around the room one by one and sit on each man’s fucker, to give each guest a feel of what it would be like when we actually got to fuck the fifteen-year-old boy. Some of the men had never had the chance to fuck a boy of fifteen. How privileged I have been in my life to fuck not only numerous boys of fifteen but some considerably younger.
I was to be the first one to fuck into Jakub after his début fuck by the man. Mine would be the second penis he would ever feel inside of his tender teen twat. I could feel Jakub tremble as he backed toward me. I put my hands on his naked arms and felt how smooth his skin was. I watched his magnificent ass approach me. My dick was rock hard and pulsing. Just a bit of pre-fuck coated the head, which I reached down and wiped it away. I wanted the boy to have to take my prick dry—raw and painful—without any lube. I knew it would hurt me a bit as well, but I did not care. I wanted Jakub to remember me so that when our private session approached, he would tremble even more like a cold, terrified baby bird.
Some of the guys in the room suggested lube, but I shook my head no! Jakub twisted his head around, and our eyes met boy-to-man for the first time. I smiled at him and then nodded down at my big thick quivering prick. If there had been the slightest look of hope in his eyes for kindness, it faded when he saw the size of my cockhead.
To say it was a terrible struggle for him would be the understatement of the year. He was exhausted, in shock, in great pain, and now he had to sit on seven dicks in this room and then move on to two more salons. I am sure he felt he simply did not have the strength to endure it, but you and I know that teenage boys can endure much more than they would ever dream they could. Jakub stared at my pulsing dick.
More pre-fuck bubbled from the pisshole, and I wiped it away with my fingers. This time I put my fingers up to Jakub’s mouth for him to suck the slop off. He had to learn that there is no act too filthy for a cute teenage boy to perform. I spread his ass cheeks and rubbed his red, sore asshole to make sure it also was dry. Then I began to ease him down into my dickhead. The small salon was filled with the noise of heavy breathing, hands masturbating hands dicks, a bit of drinking, and the lonely voice of one poor fifteen-year-old praying and begging boy moaning and grunting.
To say his asshole felt like velvet would not come near the truth. It is too cliché. It was bone dry, but the skin was so soft and tender that it actually felt moist. The skin stuck to my dickhead. I put my hand to the boy’s chest to feel his heart flutter. I plucked at his beautiful boy nipples. He groaned and then screamed when the dickhead breached his asshole. Now he had to lower himself until I was balls deep up in his bowels. His breathing was ragged. I could feel the tight, dry skin chaffing my prick a bit, but soon the boy’s inner ass juices started to lube the dick a bit. I ordered him (the attendant translated for me) to put his feet up on my legs and ride up and down on the dick.
We each got to fuck him for ten minutes. A few of the men could not hold out and blasted their fuck up inside the boy. In those cases, his hole was carefully scraped empty of the cum, and he was made to eat it. Most of us lasted because we had an inkling of the fun yet to come—the big gangbang.
Each time fifteen-year-old Jakub pulled himself up off a thick dick, he seemed to shrink a bit in size. He seemed to get smaller, more fragile, and frailer as if he were disintegrating before our very eyes. His eyes looked sadder and sadder, and his full lower lip trembled. He looked more and more pathetic.
I suddenly wished for a moment that I had been the final man to fuck him in the last salon. What a treat would be to see how ruined he was in spirit and body.
Even after all of fucking for the night was through, even after the private sessions with the others and me in the days to come, this was only the start for young Jakub. What about the whippings and pins and electrical torture and candle wax, and what about the piss and shit and perhaps the dogs and other beasts? A boy like Jakub would have to be put through it all. I knew the Master would not waste such a beautifully responsive, delicate boy on just sucking and fucking. I resolved to stay in touch and to stay connected to Jakub and his future. Who knows, perhaps I am sentimental that way.
Holy shit, you should have seen how beautiful the boy’s newly stretched pussy was becoming—a big round red hole that stayed open even when the dicks pulled out. And soon, the round hole would start to take on the elongated cunt shape. I had seen that happen with many boys. The asshole actually becomes a cunt.
Oh, I should mention that on the lap and dick of the fifth man, poor Jakub collapsed and passed out. They had to slap him awake and kick and punch him to keep him alert and going. He screamed that he was in too much pain in his ass. Jeez, wait until the next two salons and then the group gangbang.
Jakub’s ass was opened. It was no longer the tight little bud of a virgin fifteen-year-old boy. It was now the red, raw, opened flower of a boy who had been forced to ride even if only temporarily on the fucking dicks of twenty-five men.
After Jakub’s move from salon to salon, we took another short break. Beautiful Italian boys, dressed in little or nothing, served us light food and drink. I had prosecco, but for the kind of money we spent, virtually anything was available. We could, of course, fondle the boys all we wanted to. I noticed that each of the boys had a lovely ass and sweet low hanging balls, just begging to be grabbed, twisted, and fondled. Some of us got to know each other and exchanged email addresses, and so on, while others preferred to maintain their anonymity. I was quite pleased to discover that many of the guests were familiar with my stories, and I felt something of a celebrity, although a very minor one.
The next step in the event was the gang-fuck of Jakub. He would be restrained, and each of us would go up to him one by one and fuck his ass for up to ten minutes. For privacy sake, we would be allowed into the room individually. The photographer, the man who had taken Jakub’s virginity and the Master, would also be in the room.
The Master told me over a drink that he was quite pleased with the large sizes of the dicks on the guests as the boy’s hole was already becoming a ruined cunt. The Master assured me that this would be an event none of us would forget. After the gang-fuck, a few other special guests and I would be allowed to have private fucks with Jakub. I would get an entire night and day with him. But after seeing the sweet terrified boy, I wanted more. I really wanted a chance to work him over.
I knew that once he was broken, he would mindlessly accept cock after cock up his pussy and down his throat. He would no longer object or resist, but I also knew that he would still be sensitive to pain and other forms of humiliation, such as piss and shit, and so on, and I wanted to expose him to some of that. The Master seemed more than willing to comply as long as I paid for my time. After all, this was a business.
The naked and semi-naked Italian serving boys were, of course, available to suck dick or to get ass fucked, and as I said, their asses were divine, but we were all holding off for our chances at Jakub. Why waste our fuck sauce on teen whores no matter how cute they were, when we could contribute to the total fucking up of a fifteen-year-old former virgin with the looks of an angel? Either the guests who did accept a boy’s mouth on their dicks or put their cocks up a boy’s ass were extraordinarily potent with many more loads to spill, or they were just stupid or unable to control themselves. I saw one older dude with two boys kneeling, each sucking on one of his balls. By the look of it, they were excellent testicle suckers.
The Master knew that for the kind of money he was getting, he had to keep things really spectacular, so for a light diversion, balloons suddenly fell in the room in which we waited and a dozen naked boys, all of them under twelve years of age ran into the room, their tiny genitals flopping about. They were filled with life and joy, and while we were not allowed to touch or molest any of the little boys, they jumped up on the tables and danced for us, showing off their tiny pink assholes and every other part of their young bodies. It was an incredible turn-on. The Master later told me that the virginity of these boys was being saved for his very exclusive customers when the boys were just a bit older. Of course, for the right price, one could have one of these tykes. Any and everything was available for the right money.
I managed to snap a photo of the fun dancing little boys on my phone. Because of their age, the official photographer would not take photographs or video of this special treat. Some of the men could not control themselves while watching the little boys, and they beat off until they shot their loads. Others turned to the waiters, and some started to fuck right there in the room. I began to see the Master’s logic behind this. He wanted all of his guests totally sated, totally drained, and satisfied in whatever way they wanted it. Jakub was the main attraction, but by no means the only fun offered.
Speaking of Jakub, there was a large window at the far end of the room, going from wall to wall. Suddenly the light went on in the room beyond that in which we were drinking and partying. The naked little boys, ended their dance show by deep spit and tongue kissing each other to our total delight. I love to see two little boys kissing. Then our attention went into the next room, where our star, Jakub, was looking somewhat the worse for wear. I mean, look what he had already been through. I am sure when he offered to do this to save his family in Eastern Europe, he had no idea what it would all involve.
He had no idea of the pain, the humiliation, the total shame invested upon him. He now stood dressed in a pink prick pouch with a large collar around his neck and a chain. He was being controlled by a really hot young stud in leather pants and nothing else. The guy was fascinating. He was muscled and tattooed, but the eyeglasses he wore made him look quite intelligent. He sat in a chair and ran his hands over Jakub’s smooth, beautiful body. As the hands touched points of sensitivity, Jakub winced and jumped just slightly, but he knew better than to pull away. This muscle man now forced Jakub, who looked ridiculously darling in the pink jock, to kneel on a chair. The dude then produced a sturdy leather strap whip. Jakub began to wail, begging for mercy. We could hear him sobbing through the excellent speaker system. It was in this room where we would eventually gang-fuck the boy.
We all gasped as the muscle dude brought the strap down on the boy’s ass. Most of us laugh at porno s/m videos and films because the staged whipping is so fake and light. A real whipping takes a much more significant toll on the ass being whipped. Of course, I could not help but hope that Jakub’s cute fifteen-year-old ball sack would be beaten as well. If it was not during this scene, I would make sure it was later in our private session. I firmly believe that a cute boy of fifteen should know what it is like to have his balls beaten and whipped. It is one of the first things I imagine whenever I meet a cute teenage boy. I wonder he would look getting his nuts tortured. While Jakub’s balls were not whipped, his jock pouch was removed by his whipper stud, so we could, at last, see the teen bag and dick wobble and shake with each blow. It was inspiring. The boy really has a magnificent scrotum, really smooth and, of course, hairless. It would be heaven to bite that fuck bag really hard and then put clamps on it and then work on each nut in the sack.
The ass was soon fired red. The poor kid threw his head from side to side and then started to bite his lip. He could not take anymore, but he still had to endure much, much more. Perfect. I loved watching his muscles tense, his thighs and arms ripple and his tummy tighten, From the angle at which he was, and the pink pussy pouch he wore, I could not see his young dick and balls swing, and that upset me just slightly. I was fascinated by the boy’s teenage fuckmeat as well as his ass turned cunt. I should mention one stunning moment.
The whipper dude stopped beating the howling boy long enough to spread the kid’s ass cheeks and make him stay that way so we could all see his fucked asshole. Yes, we could see it already—the asshole was turning into a cunt. It was not as swollen and red as it soon would be, but the roundness of a boy’s asshole was slowly being stretched and elongated, so now it began to look like a pussy. That elongated cunt look would get more and more extreme as his gangbang commenced. By the end of the party, the boyish round ass pucker would forever be stretched into the permanently swollen look of a cunt. The boy would never be able to get rid of that.
I had asked the Master if I might be the first person to fist fuck the boy. Wanting me to offer him an exorbitant fee for the act, which I did do, he told me he would have to think about it and let me know. He did say that if he let me fist the fifteen-year-old boy, I would have to allow other men to watch, and it would have to be filmed for sales. I could, of course, disguise my appearance or mask myself. The last thing I wanted was to be seen in a video fisting the pussy of a fifteen-year-old boy bitch. I’d have to think that over.
The boy’s ass was on fire. His cute smooth cheeks were fire-red and blistering. He was almost out of his mind with pain. And now it was time for the gang-fuck to start.
There would be some privacy to the gang-fuck (unlike most gang-fucks). We waited in the salon as each fucker went in to ram his dick up Jakub’s fifteen-year-old boy-twat. As I said, each fucker had an allotted amount of time to fuck the boy’s sore distended hole. There was some jockeying for position in the salon. We had all drawn numbers or paid extraordinary fees to get a spot in the fuck queue. As I said, I had mixed feelings. Of course, I wanted to be one of the first to fuck the boy, while his innocence was still tender and vulnerable. Later in the fucking, he would be nothing but a worn-out fucked shell of the boy he once was. I don’t know if you have ever seen a boy fucked by twenty-five dicks, but after a certain point, he simply wears out. He becomes a kind of unresponsive zombie with a sore swollen pussy, leaking all kinds of juices.
Now we had been assured that the kid’s cunt would be cleaned after each fuck unless the fucker wanted to fuck a juicy leaking hole, but still, after a certain amount of cock, a boy of fifteen simply wears out, at least temporarily. That was kind of the point of this story, to fuck poor young Jakub into oblivion.
Now I was of two minds. Yes, I wanted to be one of the early ones, so I could perform some painful hole stretching with my dick and churn up the boy’s guts a bit. I wanted him to still be able to scream and cry and grunt and beg. On the other part, another sadistic side of me wanted to work on the boy when he was a fucked out mess and to play with him when he was ripped and sore and swollen and the cum leaking out of his boy ass was mixed with blood. I wanted to see if I could still get a rise out of him with my pecker. That desire was assuaged to some degree by the knowledge that I would have a private session with him for an entire day after this event was over. The Master and I had decided we might allow the boy to rest and recover for a day. Maybe we would even lead him to believe the worst was over, only to discover it was just starting.
So there was much jockeying for position as I said. Men with tickets in the high teens and early twenties tried to swap tickets with some of the previous fuckers by offering pretty astonishing amounts of money. I was dealing with some men much wealthier than I would ever be, including two Italian counts, one high-ranking member of the Italian clergy, and a member of the British Royal Family.
One guy, who was eighteenth in the line, offered me an exclusive ticket he had. The ticket allowed him to fuck one of the pre-teen balloon boys, a darling kid of nine. His name was Alfredo. The guy showed me a photo of Alfredo, and for a moment or two, I was sorely tempted to change places in line so that I could have an hour at the nine-year-old boy’s ass and mouth. You can imagine what the gentleman had paid for a ticket to fuck Alfredo’s virgin nine-year-old asshole. My god, the boy looked so smooth, so perfect, but I stuck to my guns. I wanted to participate in the destruction of Jakub as planned, and I had a full day with him later.
I would be the third to fuck Jakub. His fuckhole would still have a considerable grip to it. Besides, I do prefer my boys to be in their early to middle teens. Fifteen is pretty much the perfect age for me. Ben, Danny, Bradon, and Tyson had all been in their mid-teens, and those were the most important boys in my life. I love the sense that a boy in his mid-teens knows he is being turned into a cunt. He has a well-developed sexual identity by then, and he knows it is being stripped or torn from him. He knows what it means to be turned into a cunt. A younger boy still has the fear and the pain, yes, but he does not yet understand that his boyhood is being destroyed—his manhood ruined forever. He does not, however, fathom the impact this will have on his future sex life, and his pathetic future attempts to fuck girls, knowing that part of him has been used and re-used as a girl. Still, Alfredo was a magnificent specimen of boy fuck, and my friend did succeed in trading places with the fucker who was number five in line.
When my turn came, and I entered the room with my prick rock hard and leaking. I was asked if I wanted to be clothed or naked when I fucked him. I chose to fuck him nude. A darkly handsome naked Italian boy of about eighteen helped me off with my clothing, even kneeling to take off my shoes and socks. I let my hard dick brush across his bare shoulders and back, leaving pecker tracks.
Jakub was now firmly cuffed over a kind of black wood and leather vaulting horse, only a bit smaller. It was designed to catch him right at the waist, forcing him to bend over to make the most of his exquisite ass. Jakub’s face was twisted in pain. The same naked Italian boy took a soft wet cloth and wiped the tears from Jakub’s beautiful cheeks and eyes. Then he knelt and wiped the cum leaking out of the boy’s asshole. Jakub gritted his teeth and moaned as the soft wet cloth touched his fucked raw boy-hole. I asked the Italian if I might be the one to clean the boy’s pussy. He smiled and nodded, handing me the cloth. I gently wiped around the swollen ass lips. The fucker before me had been a well-muscled middle-aged Australian, and he had cum a lot. Great gobs of cum bubbled out of the boy’s cunt.
Jakub began to plead in a language I did not understand, and the Italian, who did understand, said the teen was begging me not to fuck him. Jakub’s ass cheeks were fiery red from the beating he had gotten.
How I wished his teenage balls had been beaten too. I would see to that in our private session. I gently wiped between the kid’s legs where some sperm had run, and in doing so touched that oh-so-soft fifteen-year-old nut sack. The nuts inside the delicate skin were large, which I liked. The boy’s entire body trembled. I liked that too. Just touching the slightly swollen whipped red ass globes made the kid shudder and wince. I spread the ass cheeks. As I did so, the boy lost control and farted. Cum bubbled out of the sore asshole and ran down the ass crack. It was beautiful. I carefully wiped up the new leakage.
I made a mental note to contact the Australian fucker and see if he ever wanted to team up on working on a boy as he seemed quite potent.
Jakub’s shackled body twitched and twisted as much as he could when I inserted the cloth into the asshole itself to clean inside. The hole gripped my finger, which meant there was still a lot of play there. The cunt muscles were still reacting to an intrusion. There was little to no ass slime, the boy having been thoroughly cleaned out before the event. It thrilled me how terrified the boy was.
I rose and walked around to the boy’s head. I squatted down to be eye to eye with him. I introduced myself to him, and the Italian translated. I told Jakub that because of the number of men who were going to fuck him, that this would be a very quick hard fuck. I told him that I had booked a whole day session with him, however, and we would have lots and lots of time to play. I promised I would make him feel things that he never thought possible. I watched his beautiful eyes as the Italian translated. Then I took the cum-soaked cloth, and I shoved it in Jakub’s mouth. I told him to bite down and suck out the cum if my cock up his pussy hurt too much.
It was over all too soon. Because of the number of men fucking the kid, we had a limited amount of time. Just enough for a painful fuck and a good hard blast of cum. This was basically the idea for us to non-stop rape the boy’s ass. The fucks were to be merciless and brutal. I did my best in the time I had to hit every inner corner of the kid’s rectum. I moved my hips in a circle to stretch the asshole itself as wide as possible, and I even worked some fingers into the sore hole along with my prick to stretch the new cunt even further.
Jakub went wild from the pain. He threw his head and rose up on his very tiptoes, bent over, and shackled as he was on the horse. I slapped his red ass as I fucked him, sending him into further agony. He soon stopped screaming and begging and began to blubber nonsense. Spit and foam poured out of his mouth, and he actually spit out the cum rag. He seemed to think that if I could clearly hear his pleas, that I would understand them.
I kept laughing and yelling that I could not comprehend what he was saying, as I thrust harder and harder, deeper and deeper into the fresh young boy-cunt. I could feel my dick swelling, and my balls were rising painfully. I pulled out and wiped my leaking dick on the kid’s thigh so that I could plunge back in dry. The ass globes vibrated along with the boy’s legs trembling. I kicked his shackled feet off the floor so that he was supported only by my dick up him and by his upper body on the leather horse. I grabbed his slender waist and pulled him back onto my prick even harder. I felt my orgasm rising. I knew I was going to blast a huge load up his boy-pussy. I screamed at the Italian kid to tell Jakub that I was going to fuck him pregnant. What nonsense, but in the throes of ecstasy, fantasy becomes a reality for a few moments.
Jakub grunted like a stuck pig, as I exploded inside of him, my cum squirting into every corner of the kid’s bowels. He opened his beautiful mouth, threw his head, and sucked in air as if here trying to gulp in life itself. His eyes rolled back in his head. I could see this because of the way he tossed his head to one side. Then he threw his head in the other direction, like a wild stallion bucking at its rider. I blasted again and again and again. I pulled the sloppy prick from the ass, seeing that it stayed open the size of a half-dollar. It was a start. I walked around to Jakub’s beautiful face and lifted it from where it hung.
“Clean it!” I ordered him. The Italian boy translated.
The photographer, whom I had not even noticed before, he was that good, moved in for a close-up for my personal memories.
The kid’s face was drawn and tortured, and for a moment, he looked not like a fifteen-year-old boy, but like an old man. He extended his tongue and began to lap at the fuck on the head of my dick. The fuck and some ass juice and perhaps some of the Australian’s fuck from the boy’s very inner ass. I moved the dick around, so the boy could lick beyond the swollen dripping head. He licked up and down the shaft. Then I lifted my big ball sack, so he could lick the cum that had spilled onto it. Holy fuck, the feel of his tongue on my nuts was like electricity. I promised myself that young Jakub would do a great deal of ball licking and sucking during our day together. I was now also anxious to see how he would do as eating out a man’s asshole.
But my time was finished, and it was time for the next fucker to make his entrance. After I fuck a really young tight ass, my dick does not go totally flaccid. For the longest time, it hangs heavy and as thick as three fingers. It feels intensely sensitive. This does not happen when I fuck an adult, but only when the pussy belongs to a teen. I am sure it is partly psychological. My fucker stays thick and heavy for some time. I took my clothes and was shown out by another door, into a kind of dressing room and bathroom.
There were several showers there, and the Australian dude was just coming out of the shower, his dick even larger and more swollen than mine was. We laughed and chatted about Jakub’s ass. He said that he had ordered photos to be sent to him of Jakub’s future torture and kinky sex sessions. I reminded myself to order those photos as well. We all developed a fondness for the fifteen-year-old boy. We all took an interest in what was going to happen to him. I knew that right now, he was being fucked by the next guy in line. The Australian told me we were offered blowjobs or ass fucks with the Italian boys in another salon, compliments of the house. I decided to join him. I have to admit, though, my mind did wander back, and my dick did twitch when I thought about that photo I had seen of Alfredo. Still, my time with Jakub was becoming very, very special, and I could not wait until our next encounter.
Like most boys in his position, fifteen-year-old Jakub quickly learned what he had to do to survive. He sucked my fat wet dick with all the enthusiasm of a streetwise whore. You see, Jakub was hoping that he could bring me off several times with his mouth and thus save his sweet young ass from a thorough painful fucking. Foolish boy, did he really think I did not know that game. What he did not realize in his naiveté was that if I did indeed blast my sauce down his teenage throat, that the ass fuck he would get after that would last all the longer. Kids can be so much fun, and so stupid some times.
However, I am getting ahead of myself. I had been telling you about the boy’s first gang fuck and my turn to bat, so to speak. I mentioned the Australian guy who fucked the kid. I have to say, the actual boy ass fuck was something of a letdown in only one respect. Yes, it was one of the biggest thrills of my life to be a part of a twenty-five man gangbang to rupture the virgin ass of an adorable fifteen-year-old boy, which had been nothing less than magnificent.
The actual fuck itself had been something less. You see, when I fuck a young boy, I love to take my time and fuck him on his back, with my dick buried as deep as it can get up his teenage boy rectum. I love to press down with my hand really hard on the young boy’s slender stomach and actually feel my own dick up inside of his bowels and tummy. Have you ever done that? You must try it sometime. It is wonderful. You can actually feel the shape of your dick inside of him. I could not do that with the limited time I had, and with the position the boy was in, bent over the gymnastics horse. I did love whacking his young tight red ass while I ass fucked him in that position. The poor boy’s ass was raw and looked on fire. I know he was in great pain, not only from the big dicks plowing him but also from the soreness of his beaten teenage ass globes.
After the gang fuck, those of us who still had seed to spill were sucked off by beautiful Italian boys in a luxurious salon. We could also have privacy if we wanted. I had a curly-haired young whore of seventeen with lips made by God to suck dick. The young whore was really good. We watched videos and still shots of Jakub’s deflowering. With the young Italian whore down between my legs, licking my leaking fuckmeat, and me looking at the photos and videos of Jakub, I was reminded of the difference between fucking a slut and fucking an innocent boy like Jakub. The look in Jakub’s frightened eyes was so extraordinary. The way he trembled and begged as he prayed. A soundtrack of the boy’s whimpers and sobbing and grunting and groaning was playing in the background. We each got a copy of the soundtrack as a memento of our trip.
After all twenty-five guests have fucked Jakub’s no longer virgin teen asshole, the boy was thoroughly cleaned and then put back in his cage. Keeping the boy in a cage helped to cement in his young fucked-up mind his place in life and what his future, at least for a while, would be like. He was told, of course, that after he “performed” enough for the Master and his guests, he would be released, and his family in Eastern Europe would be safe. Whether the Master actually had the influence and power to help the boy’s family was none of my business. The fact was that the boy was willing to do “anything” to help them (and that was what he would have to do—precisely anything demanded of him, no matter how sick, filthy or perverted). What a courageous young man!
We were allowed to see Jakub lying in his cage, crying softly, his ruined ass on fire from the fucking and whipping. Twenty-five cocks up your ass in one go is quite an accomplishment for any male, not to mention a boy of only fifteen. However, I have seen boys of eleven and twelve take almost that much dick at one sitting.
That was the end of the festivities for most of the guests. A few others and I had exclusive one-on-one sessions scheduled with Jakub for the following days. The Master wanted to give the boy a day to recover, to instill in him the hope that perhaps the worst was over. The private sessions were all with men like me, who enjoyed being particularly rough with boys and also loved to fuck up their minds as well as their bodies.
Upon my return to the palazzo for my session with Jakub, I was shown to a beautiful private suite. I fully intended to fuck Jakub on every single piece of furniture in the suite. I intended to work his young ass until there was nothing left of it. I wanted to leave him just a shell of a teenage boy. I’m sure the other men scheduled for private sessions had the same thought in their minds. Sex does that. It makes us all want to be Superman with unlimited power and endurance.
Well, it’s true, if I had Jakub in my home for a private session, he would no doubt be hanging by his wrists, or perhaps his ankles, with pins stuck through his teenage nipples and shoved into his young smooth ball bag. Pins might also be stuck into the soles of his feet and in his toes as those are exceptional areas of pain that most guys forget. He would probably have a thick sound shoved up his young pisshole. When he was in that condition, I would begin to work on his tender teen asshole.
I was reminded of the teenage boy, Ben, that I worked on a couple of years ago. I admit, I became obsessed with opening up his ass, and got so carried away that eventually, even the most gigantic dicks could not get a decent fuck from him. When working with a boy’s ass, it is crucial that no matter how much you stretch it, you still leave him capable of clamping those ass muscles tightly around a dick for a good fuck. I blew that with Ben. I was so driven to shove larger and larger objects up his cute teenage rectum that I lost all control and ruined his fuckhole muscles. Eventually, even fist fucking did nothing to him, as he no longer felt pain when one or two fists were up him at the same time. He was just kind of dead to it all. The only option with Ben was to turn him over to my connections in Mexico for him to do shows where he would get fucked by a horse. I just heard recently from my friends down there that whereas Ben had been doing three shows a day, sucking on horse dick and balls and ass and then getting fucked by the horse’s eighteen-inch dick, they were increasing the number of presentations to five a day because of the popularity. Ben, you may remember is an adorable kid, so the appeal is great to see such a good-looking young teen boy getting fucked by a stallion, to see him sucking on horse dick.
Anyway, my point is that in opening up a kid’s fuckhole, in stretching it, is that one has to maintain control and move carefully. The Master had given me permission to fist fuck Jakub, but not to totally ruin his hole. Totally ruin is a relative term. Some folks would think that after getting fucked by twenty-five men, a boy’s hole would be totally destroyed already, and in some ways, it was. The ass lips were now thicker, and the pucker itself was no longer a tight pink corrugated circle. It was now elongated like a cunt, and a bit turned out and swollen. This was common for the asses of fuckboys.
I have seen a boy of twelve with an asshole you would swear was a girl’s cunt from the look of it. You can accomplish that without actually destroying the boy pussy for future fucking. Boys’ holes have amazing resilience. A young boy’s hole will snap back tight and ready to go over and over unless you actually damage the asshole muscles themselves. Of course, if you have a large prick, you can never be really sure if your cock is causing any internal damage or not, only time will tell, but that is one of the risks one has to take. The younger the boy, the greater the chance you are destroying something inside the boy when you fuck him. A careful fucker can even rearrange some of the boy’s insides, making him able to accommodate more cock. Of course, this is very painful for the boy, but that does not really matter, does it?
I had asked for a translator to be with us so that I could communicate with Jakub during our session. I was sitting sipping prosecco, naked from the waist down when Jakub entered. I knew the size of my fuckmeat, even flaccid would intimidate him. He looked tired but clean and fresh. I am sure the day of rest had helped his raped asshole to heal just enough so that when I plowed him, it would become raw all over again.
If I understood correctly, this was to be the permanent state of Jakub’s asshole for some time to come. Imagine your asshole so relentlessly fucked that you are unable to ever walk or sit without extreme pain. With every step the boy took on his delicate sexy bare feet, he was reminded by the pain in his young ass that he had been turned into a cunt and that twenty-five pricks had fucked him. Just the thought made me smile.
I offered the boy a drink, which he accepted, hoping, I am sure, that the alcohol might deaden any pain that was to be visited upon him. The translator was a good-looking, dark-haired Italian of about twenty-five. I decided that I might use him in some of our games. After all, two dicks are sometimes better than one, especially when both dicks are being shoved up the stretched asshole of a fifteen-year-old boy at the same time.
I spoke gently with Jakub. I asked him if he remembered me as the third man who had fucked him. He really did not. He has mentally shut out most of the gang rape. I made a note to myself to make sure he never forgot our private session. The fact that it would include piss and fist fucking and other treats pretty much guaranteed that. The Master trusted me because of my reputation with boys. It was the soft milky skin of Jakub that really got to me. Skin so beautiful that you just wanted to fuck it up somehow. And his body was deceptive. It was, of course, still young and forming, but there was real muscle there under the skin from playing soccer, I supposed. He was a sturdy boy, even though he looked fragile.
I began by feeling his body all over, his fine young feet, his calves, his thighs, his chubby teen dick, and hairless ball sack. I fingered his tummy and his hips and then, and you know this, knowing my preferences, I worked on his nipples for about twenty minutes. I teased them and actually got him quite aroused. His dick got hard and bounced from my titty work. I flicked and fingered and twisted and pulled and then bit his tender nipples. I had him moaning like a fucking whore-in-heat on the bed.
I had the translator tell him how pretty he would look if we gave him tit implants, so he had nice big titties like a teenage girl. I said that I could convince the Master to do that. I flicked and pumped his teen dick, telling him softly that we could also have his beautiful young teenage boy dick and balls removed, turning him into a real cunt. I licked the fear-sweat from his armpits and chest and neck. Then I spent a good ten minutes kissing those beautiful teen lips, shoving my tongue into his mouth, licking his face all over, and chewing on his ears. I did not molest him so much as make love to him. I wanted him to be putty in my hands so I could do anything I wanted to him.
I had him hold, then kiss, and then lick my swollen dick. I wanted him to be in awe and also fearful of the size of my prick, knowing that it would be inside him soon. I masturbated him until I got his teen dick leaking streams of boy pre-fuck. I scooped up the pre-fuck and had him eat it, licking it from my fingers. I knew the entire session was being photographed so that I could have a record of memories of my adventure with teenage Jakub. Some of the other guests who had private sessions with the boy cunt offered photos of their session for sale to other guests. I guess they liked to show off. I do not do that since my photos are only for my friends and me. I did not allow any pictures of my full face for obvious reasons.
Young Jakub was about to become very, very well acquainted with my dick. My dick gets an extraordinary tingling sensation when I am about to work on a boy, a sensation I do not get when I work on an adult male. I do not know why that is or what it is. I can enjoy all kinds of sex, with a wide variety of people, but that special sensation only happens when my partner is a young boy, knowing I am about to destroy his self-esteem and his self-image of himself as a male.
Knowing you are being turned into a pussy for life must be really traumatic for a healthy kid. I have often tried to imagine what it must feel like for him to take a sizeable wet dick into his young mouth and up his tender ass. To know a man is using him as a fuckhole and cumdump, which can never be reversed.
I kept whispering to him how pretty he was, and how like a girl he was, and how I was going to turn him into a cunt. The translator must have been getting off on my words and actions as well because he asked me if it was all right if he masturbated. I told him to go ahead and have a good time. I suggested he not cum, however, as I might allow him to join me for a spit roast or double-dip later in our games.
It was then that Jakub tried to suck my dick with such enthusiasm that I might blow my load in his mouth and perhaps not ass fuck him. As I say, foolish. I lifted his boy. He could not even take my whole dick in his mouth, but he made a valiant effort. He pretended to love my dick to get me to lose my load. Well, obviously, it did not work.
My entrance into Jakub’s ass this time was beautiful. I went slowly, relishing every wince, jerk, squeal and moan that came from the boy. He kept telling me my dick was too big, and would I please take it out, not to fuck him so deeply—I barely had the head in.
The translator was enjoying the whole thing immensely. I glanced over to see that he had a nice sized dick himself, which was good since it is more pain for poor young Jakub. The boy’s hole was still amazingly tight. As I said, boys are resilient that way. The boy cunt muscles just about strangled my poor dick. For a moment, I wished I had used lube other than just spit, but then again, I wanted the kid to feel every single stroke of my fuck, raw and uninhibited. I shoved some fingers into Jakub’s mouth and had him suck on them while I forced more and more dick up his asshole.
There were very few preliminaries this time. There would be plenty of time later for Jakub to suck my dick and balls and asshole. Right now, I wanted him to feel my fuckmeat up inside of him, like a bride on her wedding night, not much joy yet, mostly pain. Oh, how his thighs pulsed and jerked. How his tummy fluttered. I did what I said I would do. I pressed down hard on his stomach to feel my own cock inside him. I could feel the entire shape of my dick inside of him. Pressing like that on his tight little fucked tummy must have really hurt him because he wailed out in agony. I slapped his balls to get him to hold still, so I could shove more dick up inside of him.
His toes curled in agony, and the sight was so beautiful that I almost shot my load. I almost lost it too soon because of the utter beauty of the boy I was fucking. I guess I am a romantic at heart. I have fucked thousands of boys, and yet, each new one seems the most precious, the most delicate and fragile. The most special. I wanted to take this boy home with me and keep him for a long time and train him to be a perfect fuck animal. I wanted to give him the ultimate pleasure of becoming my full-service toilet. I wanted to see him dutifully sucking dog dick.
All of those dreams wafted through my brain as I shoved more and more dick up into the kid. Several times I encountered what felt like muscle blockage, and I had to push on through. He almost passed out several times, but I did not want him to miss even a moment of this adventure.
The highpoint of my first private fuck of young Jakub came when I went balls deep into him, and he cried out for his Mamma! I knew then I was really getting to him. A fifteen-year-old boy crying for his Mamma just brings tears to my eyes. “Mamma, I’m being fucked by this big nasty man with a huge dick, can you please come and save me, can you help me?” He did not say all of that, of course, he just cried out for his Mamma. I imagined the rest. What fun it would be, I thought if I could make him fuck his own mother, as I had done with Bradon and Tyson.
That thought got me fucking harder and faster. I lifted Jakub’s light, slender body up from the bed, and sat him down on a leather couch. I kept my dick buried up inside him while I moved him. The movement of lifting him and moving over sent fresh waves of pain shooting through his entire body. He howled, and my dick pulsed uncontrollably. This kid drove me to the edge quickly. I held his cute feet up together while I slammed my dick into his hole. He had such delightful boy feet. At that moment, I did not care how much it cost. I knew there were some extra special activities I just had to do with fifteen-year-old Jakub.
The fucking was marvelous. I played his smooth young body like a violin, plucking the strings of his nerves and delicate intestines. I pulled out almost to the head of my cock countless times, only to thrust in again, hitting some new part of his innards that I had not yet bruised. I felt his insides rearrange from the prodding of my fuckmeat. I worked my fingers inside his hole along with my dick, so I could stretch his pussy to the tearing point.
He blacked out on my several times, something I cursed as it was my fault. My skill from all these years of fucking young male meat should have taught me how to keep a boy on edge without him passing out on me, but I admit sometimes I get carried away. I did not piss on him to wake him or slap or hit him. I gently woke him with kissed and nibbles to his lips or his nipples.
I often masturbated and aroused him while I fucked him. I wanted him to be totally mine. I pulled my dick out of his raped asshole and had him lick and suck it, only to once again ram it bowels deep so that my big balls slapped against his pussy pad. He seemed amazed at the girth of my fucker, although I know that some of the men fucking him had more massive dicks. I think my fucking skill made him believe my fuckmeat was even larger than it actually is. I laid for over an hour with my prick up inside of him. I knew that if he was my boy, I would keep an enormous dildo up his ass whenever he was not being fucked, to keep him open and fully aware that he was now nothing but a fifteen-year-old dick hole. His entire purpose in life was to take men’s fuckers inside of him and to give them a good time.
The Master had informed me that if Jakub did not comply with anything I wanted, I was to simply report it to him. I found Jakub broken and weak and submissive but very compliant. For a bit of diversion, I ordered the young translator to skull fuck Jakub while I continued to use the boy’s well-fucked pussy. As I said, there was still lovely muscle tension in the hole, but I could tell that after a few weeks of this continual hard fucking, the boy would be totally ruined. Well, ruined for any kind of normal fucking. The Master would make a series of really kinky porno films starring the boy and a variety of men and animals.
He knew that the boy had a limited time of being attractive and functional. The kid’s mind would deaden as his body was violated. The more extreme the violation, the more the boy would retreat into the safety of his own mind until he became a kind of fuck zombie. When I work a boy, I try to prolong the adventure as long as possible, but some boy users like the Master and my friend Thailand, Dan, use boys as fast and hard as they can, knowing there are always more innocents available to corrupt.
Most of my former boys are still out there functioning in the world. They carry with them the memories of what was done to them, and in a way, I prefer that. That they live with it and try to live semi-normal lives with that knowledge of what they were and what they are always swimming just beneath the surface. Bradon, Tyson, and young Dan are still living active lives. Bradon is a photographer and actor, although a fucked up one, Tyson is making porno films and is owned by two black masters, and Dan (not so young anymore but he was when I worked with him) is the slave to a ruthless Japanese master in Tokyo.
Ben, I must admit, is pretty mindless and does animal fuck shows in Mexico. I concede that with Ben, I got carried away and tried to see how large I could stretch his asshole. I did not set any limits on my fun, and my fervor affected his mind. After all, any boy can only take so much.
There was a boy in Thailand that my friend Dan and I totally fucked up and ruined, and Dan went the extra step of totally destroying the boy’s little brother as well. They both ended up working in Thai fuck houses, being treated like animals. There were others, of course, but these were the long term “main events” you might say of my career.
After I shot my load up Jakub’s rectum, scooped it out, and made him eat it, we rested. I had a lovely grappa followed by some coffee. While I relaxed, I played with Jakub’s body with some clothespins.
You know I was just itching to work on the kid’s nipples. I am always delighted and amazed at how unaware boys of that age are of their nipples as sexual stimulants. It’s like I have to help the boy discover his own nipples. Well, for about two hours, I helped Jakub discover his nipples. I know that Master had stimulated them quite a bit in the opening event, but I really went to work on them with clothespins, heavier office clips, and clamps, my fingers, of course, rubber bands, and a nipple suction cup. I even had the translator chew on one of the boy’s tits while I gnawed the other with my teeth.
I allowed the translator who was a charming well-hung guy to fuck Jakub in the ass while I worked my dick around in the boy’s mouth, washing his teeth and gums with pre-fuck pouring out of the head of my aroused penis.
Soon it was time for lunch. I had a lovely pasta covered with a mixture of five different kinds of cheese, along with a beautiful light wine. I gave Jakub some of the pasta, but before I served it to him, I let him see me spit into it and blow my nose into it. I also had the translator jerk off and shoot a load of fuck onto it. I think this was Jakub’s very first experience eating “specially treated faggot food.” He gagged and looked really sick, but I made sure he lapped it all up like a good little fuck boy.
After lunch, we got serious. We strung the boy up and did more clothespin and clamp work. I think he looks beautiful strung up, don’t you? If he were mine, I would keep him like that often and for long periods. His true boy beauty comes out that way.
The kid is pretty worn out and fucked up. My goal was to turn him into a cock-worshipping fuck animal. I knew I could only do so much in the limited time I had, but I would do my best. I went to work on Jakub’s asshole in earnest, working more and more of my fingers up inside his rectum along with my dick. Then I had Alfredo, the translator, work his dick up inside the boy’s ruptured asshole alongside my dick. Two big cocks up inside this fifteen-year-old boy. The kid was going out of his mind with pain, ceaselessly begging for us to show him mercy.
The Master’s photographer is so excellent, he got a shot of the newly ruptured asshole, and he captured every moment of the event for my wonderful collection of memories. And he was not even in the room, he took these shots with remote cameras that he controlled from a booth outside of the room. Nothing to interrupt our privacy. I should mention that all of the rooms were carefully monitored, just in case a customer would get out of control with a boy. Suppose I suddenly decided to castrate Jakub? Well, they would be in the room to stop me in an instant.
Then again, there was that lovely book I told you about in the Master’s office with the cover made entirely out of teenage boy scrotum, so somewhere along the way, a boy eventually did become superfluous, and he was used for more extreme games. Not my bag (pun intended).
We wanted to make sure that Jakub’s cunt stayed in this lovely, stretched wide open position. Why? Because I planned to fist fuck the kid. I know what you are thinking. He was only fifteen, and up until a few days ago, he had been a total virgin. He had been gang banged mercilessly only a day ago, would fist fucking too much for him to take? ARE YOU KIDDING? I reminded myself I had to go slowly, as I did not want another totally ruined for human fucking asscunt, as I had gotten with Ben. The Master had said I could fist Jakub, but he had to still be in good condition for other customers to fuck when I finished with him.
Isn’t it a beautiful thought to realize that the life of this sweet, smooth fifteen-year-old boy from this point on would be to be continually fucked over and over and over again, all day every day? Imagine a life that had nothing in it except the next leaking dick—dick after dick—always hurting and prodding and rutting, nothing but filth and perversion. How lucky our young Jakub was.
Well, I fisted him. He kept passing out, so we had to stop and wait while Alfredo brought him around. I got a bit irritated with his blackouts, so I slapped him a bit and warned him that unless he stayed awake and alert for the fun and games, I might get angry with him. Alfredo got a taser, and each time it seemed young Jakub might pass out, we zapped him to keep him alert, so he could feel every single moment of my hand working its way up inside of his boy-pussy. Was Jakub ready to be fisted? Had he been opened up enough? I do not know. I only know the boy was in agony, and that it was great fun.
I still wanted time to expose Jakub to some toilet games, and the day was going by much too fast. I worked my fingers, then the entire hand up inside the boy’s fifteen-year-old rectum. I honestly thought he would lose his fucking mind and never recover. I have seen boys snap and just go away mentally and never come back. I did not want that for Jakub. First, the Master would be seriously pissed, and second, it would deprive the boy of so many more fun experiences he would face working in the Venetian palazzo. No, he simply had to hang on mentally and physically. He had to learn to endure.
I did get a bit carried away with Jakub. When I get going on a boy’s tits, I have a hard time stopping. I whipped his entire chest as well as clamped his nipples so hard, I am not sure they will ever totally recover. God, it was fun, though. The boy is broken, though. He will do anything I want. I’m not sure if it was the tit work or the fist fucking or the whole package that broke him, but he became totally submissive—not that he was a scared submissive little boy to begin with. A fifteen-year-old piece of shit loser.
Oh, did I mention that Jakub did learn to totally worship my dick and balls? Sometimes you have to be strict with a boy to achieve total devotion. By the end, he loved...adored...could not get enough of my fuckmeat. He knew that pleasing my fuckmeat was the only thing keeping him from more pain and agony. He virtually made love to my prick.
No matter how delicious and fuckable, one can only fuck a fifteen-year-old boy so often before the balls are empty. After a few hours, I was temporarily fucked out. Jakub was, of course, a limp mess of a once normal virginal fifteen-year-old. But I was not finished—oh, no—not by a long shot. I had the boy clean my dick with his mouth. After all, it was his ass slime on it. He was somewhat used to that by now, so although he made funny little gagging noises, he accomplished the job adequately. He did not forget that some cum and ass slime dripped down onto my nut sack as well, so he dutifully lapped that up.
The translator, who had gotten into the act when we double fucked the kid, took a shower, and then I showered, before sending young Jakub to shower and rest and relax before we began the next phase of our games. The teenager’s hole had been so good that I noticed that my dick head was a bit chaffed and bruised from fucking so hard. I ordered drinks for the translator and myself when I sent young Jakub off to shower to clean himself inside and out. Oh, before I sent him off, I had him squat and shit out all the cum we had deposited up his boy cunt into a large glass. After all, he needed a little refreshment as well.
I had an enema bag for him in the shower filled to the brim with soapy water. I also had a dildo mounted on the wall. I did not want to leave his young pussy unfucked for too long. God forbid if it would close up a bit again. His boy-cunt would never close again. I told him to make sure he fucked himself on the wall mount every few minutes. I also told him to make sure his insides were absolutely spic and span clean. Well, I don’t know how spic and span translated into his language. The automatic cameras took some nice pics of him in the shower. He looked totally wrecked and hopeless.
Martinis arrive along with shrimp on ice, oysters to renew our energy, some cheese and crackers, and grapes. Being modest as I am, I slipped on some jockey shorts, mostly to allow my sore dick to recover. While the boy cleaned himself, the translator and I lounged and watched some videos of boys of twelve and thirteen being fucked there at the palazzo. One little twelve-year-old was particularly fun to watch. My-oh-my how he squirmed and fought when that big fat dick penetrated his tiny asshole for the first time. The translator informed me that that particular boy would be totally fucked out and useless by the time he reached thirteen. I am not surprised. You have all seen boys that cute. They are just asking for it, aren’t they?
We realized that Jakub was stalling, wasting time in the shower, so we went in and dragged him out. I warned him again that his inner cunt had better be really clean. We shoved some grapes up his ass and had him expel them and then eat them. We had him dip some shrimp into the glass of ass and cum sauce he had expelled from his asshole and before eating them. We needed to keep up his strength.
And then it was time to work on his cute tits for two hours straight. I not only twisted and pulled them, but I got them so swollen and rubbery that I could tie a string around them and the translator, and I yanked his nipples in two different directions at once. Poor Jakub screamed for mercy until he was hoarse. I love it when a boy’s voice goes when his still thick testosterone-filled liquid teen treble turns little boy-like, all high and squeaky. I played with his dick while we worked on his tits, trying to teach him that this would all go a lot easier for him if he learned to get off on pain if he learned that there can be sexual pleasure in torture. I don’t think he ever got it. I tied a tough bit of twine around his teenage ball sack and had the translator tug on that while I pulled on both his titties.
How beautiful a fifteen-year-old boy is when he cries. I have said it before, I know, but I never get over the sight. He begged and begged, but his voice was gone now, raspy and hoarse. In a drawer next to the bed, there were some long thin pins like women’s hatpins. Of course, we stuck them into his dick and through his nipples and his ball sack, but I did not forget, after years of experimenting, that the bottoms of a boy’s feet are particularly sensitive to pain, and I wanted to see those toes curl again. He fought back now, which the Master had forbidden him to do. Jakub would never see his parents again if he fought back. I told him if he were a good boy, I would not have to report his misbehaving to the Master. His entire body trembled with pins in his soft sexy balls and through his dick stalk and shoved into his feet. His body jerked in rhythm, bouncing up and down on the bed, as I tapped or flicked the pins at random. We let him rest that way with the pins still in him.
As I ordered a whole lot of lube, it was time to fist fuck the boy. I had gotten permission from the Master to do this and paid a lot of money for the privilege. I just had to see what that fifteen-year-old ass could take. I vowed I would not go too far this time. I thought about poor Ben, also a young teen, with whom I had gotten carried away. For weeks, I had shoved everything I could find up the boy’s ass. Some of you will remember this and my correspondence on this. Now Ben was unfit for anything except donkey and horse dick. Still, I mused, young Jakub would look really cute taking a stallion prick up his boy hole. Fuck, I’d pay to see that.
Of course, after a while, it destroys a boy’s mind as well as his body. A young mind cannot take such abuse. At some point, it snaps. The boy becomes a blithering idiot—still cute, still torturable—but almost no memory left at all. You can only take a boy so low. Have any of you ever seen a boy turned into a total fuck pig, a mindless fuck animal? It can be a real turn-on. The boy lives for nothing except to suck dick, to be fucked, and to be worked on and abused. He has no thoughts on any other subject. He no longer speaks and has no interest in anything except cock. He is only interested in cock because he knows what will happen to him if he does not show total prick devotion. Human prick, animal prick, any prick he is directed to. The youngest boy I ever saw turned into this kind of mindless fuck toy was ten years old. His young eyes had a blank glassy stare. He drooled like an imbecile, but boy, he went after dick. I had always hoped to get to that stage with Tyson, but I never made it.
Jakub did not take the fist fucking well. It took so long to get my hand in him, and it was such a struggle that I almost gave up. I do not like to use a lot of lube, just enough for the initial entry of three and then four fingers. It was the translator’s job to hold the boy and make sure he did not pass out. I would not want Jakub to miss any of the fun. My hand was literally in so much pain that I nearly did give up several times. The teen hole was so fucking resistant. I kept telling Jakub it would be easier for him if he relaxed his hole, but he was too hysterical to take any advice.
Well, I did get into him good and deep, but it took almost an hour. I went in nearly to the elbow, and then, of course, in and out and in and out and in and out. Finally, with Jakub almost unconscious, but still awake, I punch fucked the gaping, stretched, raw hole. I cannot tell you how delightful it was. I even worked the other hand into him a bit while one hand was deep inside. His inner rectum sucked at my hands as if it did not ever want to let go. It was then that I reminded myself that I did not own this boy, and I had to leave him in somewhat decent condition. I withdrew my hands and made him lick them clean.
I was once again aroused, but I knew his asshole was useless for the time being, so I fucked his mouth and shot my load all over that adorable face of his. I gently and romantically fed him the cum from off his face. He was like some poor whimpering kitten. We half-walked, half-carried him into the shower where both of us pissed on him. I made sure he drank an ample amount of piss as well. Then we let him rest under the hot water.
And that was pretty much the end of my extraordinary Venice adventure. I settled up with the Grand Master. We had brandies together while we were sucked off boy two very young boys. I did not ask their ages, but they had clearly not reached puberty yet. Still, one cannot be rude and turn down the offer of a host.
I spoke about Jakub’s future, and the Master assured me he would be fucked dozens of times every single day, day after day. And yes, he would eventually make videos of the boy being fucked by animals. A man of his word, the Master assured me that the boy’s family would be released and when Jakub was a useless fucked out wreck, he would be returned to the loving arms of his family. So you see, the story has a happy ending.
The Master told me for my own safety, he would not give me the video and photographic mementos of the event but would be delivered to me back in the states. And then as a special treat, they brought Jakub in to say goodbye to me. The boy was obviously terrified of me, but he was unable to respond since he was so fucked out. The Master laughed at the boy’s condition and said I had done an outstanding job.
I kissed Jakub goodbye, a long, wet romantic kiss. Ah, Venice, there is no place like it on earth!
Most of you wrote to thank me for sharing my extraordinary adventures in Venice, especially my fucking of formerly virginal Jakub, who was one of the best rough fucks of my life, and I had a marvelous two days of totally degrading and tormenting him. Some of you have written to me asking me for a follow-up. You are wondering what happened to the Eastern European boy who sacrificed his mouth and ass to save his family. He was put through so much, he endured so much, always with the hope that when it was over, his family would be sent for, and they would be free to live in Italy.
Alas, it was not to be so. Cute young Jakub proved to be so attractive and such a good fuck that more and more customers demanded his services. What could be done? Young fifteen-year-old Jakub’s ass had to be made available twenty-four hours a day, giving the boy little time to even eat, much less sleep. Well, he ate plenty—plenty of cum and piss and snot and spit. I received a letter and photos saying that he was being ass fucked almost twenty-five times a day and sucking thirty to forty dicks a day.
Jakub had taken over four hundred dicks up his ass since I had my vacation. He was, as you would expect, almost out of his mind. Now, the truth is that when a boy is fucked that much, at a certain point, he mentally shuts doors and just kind of shuts down emotionally as well. Well, that is no longer any fun for the fucker, is it? What fun is it if you cannot see and feel the boy suffer? The only real cure for that is to move into torture and pain sex. There are plenty of wealthy customers who will pay handsomely to be able to torture a boy sexually.
In Jakub’s case, needles, pins, cigarette lighters, nails, pliers, hammers, dental drills, whips, clips and clamps, testicle weights, sounds of various sizes to insert in his penis, huge dildos, cattle prods, and more were provided to customers. Jakub pleaded for mercy and cried for his mother and father. I wish I could have been there.
The next step in keeping Jakub alert was to force him to suck dog dick and get fucked by dog cock. He was given drugs to make him docile the first time. Eventually, he was fucked by a dog in the ass while he sucked the prick of another dog. To make matters worse, he was fed nothing but dog cum with dog shit in it for a week to please a special customer.
I thought back to how beautiful Jakub was when I first saw him, how shy he was when he was first unclothed, how tiny and tight his little asshole was, how striking his teenage dick and balls were, and now, look at him, look at what he has become. His beautiful boy tits ruined. His body whipped raw. His wild eyes filled with emotionlessness.
I was told the next step was more severe torture until Jakub would be willing to do absolutely anything to avoid more pain, perhaps even young children. Such shows do go on, I know. I think I want to visit Venice and Jakub once more. I guess I had better hurry, though.
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