The Château
Chapter 6: Unwrapping My Toy
| Chapter Codes |
: M/b, nc, humil, bd, discipline, oral |
| Characters |
: Patrick Berleand, 40 Years old Kevin, 9 years old |
Enjoying my well deserved rest, I watched as
the guys began dragging the unconscious boys out of the truck and loading them
onto their shoulders before leading them down to their waiting cages. A good
half hour passed before the last one of the boys was unpacked, by this time I
had regained my strength and was growing impatient to check on the Trio's'
work.
Going down the stairs, I went through the cold basement
door and a sudden chill went down my spine. There they were, in front of my
eyes… twenty-eight boys, barely awake and securely locked inside their cages. It
was a scene that had only existed in my twisted mind for many years. Shortly after, Jean followed
me, then the rest of the bunch.
The five of us stood still, gazing at the
cages, eye checking the unfortunate captives and probably day-dreaming of what
lay ahead. The only sound to break the serenity of the room was that of the
weeping and sobbing boys, now fully awake and utterly terrorized right down to
their bones.
"I don’t know about you guys but I haven't
slept in the last 48 hours and my body is screaming for a break, I wanna have
fun but I guess I'll wait "
"Aren't we all…." Remarked Julien,
the others nodding their approval
Before heading back to our rooms, we filled the
boys cages with some food and water then each one of us excused himself to his
room, we needed rest and we needed it bad.
Feeding a few logs to the chimney, I changed
into some comfortable cloths and laid down on my bed, exhausted. My mind kept
fooling around with thoughts of today's events, a feeling of unease and guilt
swept over me, thinking about the boys, their parents and the huge emotional
blow they would all endure. Soon enough however, I would learn to avoid
feelings of culpability, regret or whatever pitiful emotions the human soul
could carry.
Ideas kept roaming
through my head, so many issues that needed attention. We needed to get the
boys ready for the upcoming event, clean them, feed them and prepare them for
the sale… then there was the guests, their well-being and satisfaction were our
utmost priority. The magnitude of that moment was too much to handle, even
though I was exhausted to the bones, I was unable to sleep.
"If I can't sleep then I might as well
have some fun…" I thought to myself as I got up from my bed and headed
back down to the basement. The other guys were no where to be seen so I
correctly assumed that they were asleep. Getting the set of keys, I began
checking the boys cages searching for the boy I had marked as my own. After
inspecting a few cages, I spotted him.
He was nothing short of a small heap of misery, laying on his side with his
legs folded and his head buried between his hands. For a mere second, my
humanity surfaced and I thought I'd leave the poor soul alone, however my
sexual desire was burning beyond control which swiftly killed my human side.
Picking the key that
matched the cage's number, I opened the boy's cage and ordered him out. An
immediate silence swept the room, as all the other boys suddenly stopped
whatever they were doing and through their cage bars, gazed to see what would
happen. I grabbed a pair of
handcuffs that were lying down on the floor and led the boy by his arm out of
the basement. "get some sleep boys, you'll need it" I calmly said to
my captives as I turned off the lights and went back to my room. The boy's
sobbing subdued as I led him inside my warm, curtained and well lit chamber.
"Stand still and
don't move an inch" I ordered the boy as I sat down on a couch near the
chimney, doing nothing but staring at my loot.
Standing shyly before me, confused and afraid, the boy constantly kept putting his hands behind his back, only to release them back to his sides, shifting his body weight from one foot to the other every 30 seconds, unaware of what was going to happen.
The child's face was a jewel at display,
glaring with boyish charms and innocence. An eye catching pair of sensuous lips
radiating lust and sexuality… A trail of saliva on his lower lip shined against
the light, leaving me in awe, fantasizing about those deep-red chops and how
much they needed to be tenderly kissed and nibbled. Above his lips, stood the cutest
and most beautifully curved button nose I had ever seen, with a small spray of
freckles that only added to the boyish beauty and appeal. The boy’s wide
crystal green eyes were definitely the work of a divine artist, wet with tears
and swallowed by a sad puppy look that would melt a soul. A beautiful
medium-length dirty blond hair topped the scene, with a few locks dangling down on each sides of
the boy’s face,
Having had enough time to stare at the child's
face, and as the amusement of watching a confused and dazzled boy faded, I
broke the silence.
"what's your name boy?" I asked,
while trying to maintain eye-contact. A few seconds without a reply forced me
to repeat my question, only this time, in a much more threatening tone: "I
SAID, what's your name BOY?"
"K..K..Kevin, ssssir…" he stuttered
"Wise of you to reply boy… ok then, Kevin…
how old are you?" I asked him,calmly.
"Nine, sir"
"Very well… now… you're going to listen to
what I am going to say, and you are going to listen very well, because I will
only say this once. understand?
"yes…. Sir"
"Go od, now, the first thing you should
realize is that as of this moment, you belong to me… that means your entire
body is mine, just like this chair is. You are my property and I will do anything
that I want with you… you are going to be an obedient little slave, and you
will execute any and all of my orders. You must understand this very well, you
will not see your parents for a long time, you will not ask me to let you go,
you will not speak without my permission and most importantly, you will
The combination of the words,
Slowly, the agonized child stood back up, his
head hanging low between his shoulders and tears dropping down to the floor. My
twisted mind began to take pleasure in the humiliation of that poor soul, and
as innovative as I was, I decided to play along.
I ordered the boy to stand still as I stood up and reached for the toy chest. without a care in the world, I shuffled through the various chains, collars of every color
and shape, handcuffs and belts. A few moments later, I picked up a dark blue
collar with a silver buckle attached to a three foot long chain. "this
would make my pet even prettier, I thought to myself, sarcastically. Then I
chose a soft leather belt, in case the boy showed too much resistance and
needed a quick lesson.
Back on the couch, I wriggled to a comfortable position then addressed the waiting child: "come
here boy, stand in front of me". Cautiously, he obeyed. Once between my
legs, it was time to unwrap my present. "if you resist, or try to run
away, you'll get a good taste of this belt" I said to him while menacingly
shaking the black leather device of pain before placing it and the collar on the
table.
The
boy had already lost his skull cap and
coat, so I ordered him to raise his right foot and place it on the
couch’s
edge, right in front of my crotch. Slowly, I began unlacing his cute
converse,
subsequently removing it to reveal a pleasently socked foot, then I
repeated the process on the other foot and paused for a few seconds,
gently massaging the child's socked insteps and ankles.
With the boy's shoes off, It was time for his pants to vanish.
Expectedly, the innocent child jerked his body backwards. "Do I need to remind you boy?
This is your last chance at resistance, next time you'll have a very good taste
of my belt, now get the fuck back here and stand still". I was totally
immersed into my part as a ruthless
slave master. I grabbed the boy by his hips and thrust him forward until he was
standing still. Once more, I guided my hand and began to unbutton his jeans,
this time without any defiance.
At a snail's pace, I began to lower the boy's
pants while marveling at what was uncovering before my eyes… a splendid pair of
creamy and silky thighs reflected the ambient light emanating from the
fireplace, much to my eyes satisfaction… Soon enough I would be burying my head
between these thighs, feeling their softness on my cheeks as I kiss and lick my
way up…
Going past down the boy’s knees, I let go of
his pants and they went all the way down to settle on the ground, near the
boy’s ankles. By then, I instructed my little pet to step out of his jeans as I
began to stroke his thighs, occasionally going down to get a grip of his calves,
then going back up to his inner thighs, enjoying the gentle touch of
tender boy flesh…
Moving
on, I turned my attention to the boy's torso, slowly lifting his
sweater up, while allowing my fingers to get a good first touch of the
boy’s chest skin. I ordered the child to raise his arms as I took his
sweater off and tossed it down on the floor…
My
disbelief
couldn’t have been greater, I felt as if I was in a dream that would
come to an
end… My many years of dreaming and fantasizing finally came to an end
as I realized I was in the presence of an almost naked body of a young
boy, a stunningly gorgeous young boy, helpless and waiting.
My
few moments of day dreaming didn't last long as I grabbed the boy's
briefs, getting myself ready to remove the treasure-hiding piece of
cloths. I snuck a finger or
two under the waistband, perhaps to give him an idea of what was going
to
happen and maybe tease him a little bit. As I inched my way
downwards, a beautifully circumcised dicklet popped into view. The
three-inch-at-most little tool topped a pair of barely visible little
jewels, neatly tucked inside a creamy-white, hair-free ball sack.
With a mischievous grin, I began fondling his little pecker and toying with his boy-balls for a few
seconds, causing the flaccid little piece of flesh to quickly harden, the little
pinky mushroom that was staring down was now pointing up, almost vertically…
“you’ll be the best present I ever had my boy… "
Enough attention and time were given toying
with the boy's front tool and it was time to check the back entrance. Gently, I
grabbed the boy by his arm and turned him around to reveal an astounding, unblemished
bubble butt. A pair of incredibly smooth, perfectly shaped half
moons, unscathed and totally spotless, ran along the two sides of a deep valley ending with
the lovely and distinctive “Y” shape at the top, giving a most rewarding eye-candy.
Pounding that ass would soon prove to be one of the most rewarding sensations I
have ever had in my entire life.
Finally, I removed both of the boys socks, and while still holding his right foot in my hand, I paused to marvel at the exquisite
beauty and clean-look of his feet… five perfectly shaped, suckable digits
protruded from the softest skin I had ever laid hands on, a beautifully shaped
instep and a gorgeous arch complemented the sculpture…
By now, my erection was sky-high and my lust
and desire for the boy were unmatchable, but I needed to
A good hour passed by while I was busy stripping the boy and messing
with his body, checking him up and touching him all over, but now it was
time for some real business… slowly I stood up and then ordered my little slave
to kneel down, which he did, albeit hesitantly. Next, I picked up the blue
collar, seized the boy by his hair and pushed his head down so I could see his
neck, then I placed the collar from under his chin and buckled it up at the
back of his neck. With the collar secured, I grabbed the chain connected to the
collar and stretched it to it’s entire length, jerking the boy’s head a little
bit backwards and extracting an involuntarily scream and an “Ouch, stop it…”
Without a word, I switched the chain to my left
hand, then picked up the leather belt… “now you’ll start learning to obey the
rules boy” I snarled at him as I raised my hand and delivered the first blow
which landed on the boy’s left shoulder and down across his back… yelping with
pain, the poor lad jerked his body away and tried to break loose, an attempt
that was swiftly interrupted as the chain connected to the collar reached it’s
length, firmly holding the boy by his neck. “now my little slave… taste the
repercussions of disobeying my orders”, I said as I lashed the second strike
which came across the boy’s thigh, another high-pitched scream cut through the
silence of the room as the boy struggled even more to try and set himself free,
crawling on both hands and feet only to be held back by the merciless chain.
A third strike whooshed down on the agonized
child, across his bum and the lower half of his back, knocking him flat on the
floor. I took the opportunity of him being flat down on his chest to firmly
place my foot between the boy’s shoulder, pinning him down as I proceeded to
deliver a few more strokes landing across different parts of his lower body,
causing a violent jerk with every lash… As I removed my foot off him, the
tormented child curled into a small pile of flesh, weeping and sobbing,
beautiful red marks began to show up, embellishing his body.
“That’ll teach you some manners boy… if you’re
smart enough, you’ll learn from your first lesson. Disobey me again, and I’ll
be more than happy to give you life-lasting lessons…” I said as I exhaled from
the physical exercise I had just done. “on your hands and knees boy! NOW… very
good, you’re starting to learn, now I want you to thank me for whipping you…
let me hear you say thank you master”
Between his sobs, the boy managed to put his
lips together and stuttered a barely audible “Thank you” which was neither
acceptable nor enough in my opinion. Without a warning, I delivered a swift
blow and aimed it towards the boy’s butt, as soon as his body jerked, I pushed
him down on the floor again with my foot.
“I said, I want to hear you say thank you
MASTER, now let’s give it another try, back on your hands and knees and thank
me for being so kind”
“t...t…h…ank you, mmmmaster” he managed to say
it between his sobs.
“brilliant… I knew you’re a smart boy, you’ve
just earned yourself the privilege of executing my first order!” I stated as I
dragged him by his collar and sat back down on the couch. “now my little slave,
take off my shoes and start
With a small pint of reluctance, the boy
straightened himself on his knees and began removing my shoes. “good boy, now
take the socks off as well” I instructed, and within a few seconds, I was
barefoot…”start
A few minutes went by with the boy tirelessly
working on my right foot, the comfortable sensation made me dozy and I was in a
dire need for a cup of coffee, so I allowed the boy to rest his hands for a few
minutes as I headed towards the kitchenette and fixed myself a cup. Going back
to the couch, I turned on the T.V and motioned at the boy to resume his work on
my other foot.
Much to my prediction, T.V watching turned out
to be a bad idea, I was in no mood to watch reruns, talk-shows and a bunch of
blabbering. With that distraction ruled out as a potential time-killer, I
decided to take the chance of no TV to resume my methodical humiliation and
spirit-breaking my boy. Grinning and amused at what I had in mind, I snatched
my foot out of the boy's hand and began caressing his cheek with it which drew
repulsion from the boy at first. However, as he saw my hand reaching for the
belt, he realized he had no choice but to subdue himself. "at a boy"
I said to him with a nasty smile.
”now boy, start sucking my toes…” bewildered
and confused at what seemed to the boy as a strange order, he raised his head
and stared at me as if to see if I was joking or not… Much to his
disappointment, the harsh look on my face meant business. Considering he had no
other option, the poor kid guided my right foot next to his lips.
The boy's grimaces indicated that the smell
must have been foul since I had not washed since yesterday. Hesitantly, he
lowered his lips until they touched my big toe, and with a lot of repulsion, he
opened his mouth and guided his sweet lips to engulf my big toe completely… the
warmth of his mouth and the sucking action he was making almost drove me crazy…
an erotic sensation that I have never experienced before took over me, and I
was in no rush to end it… taking another sip of coffee and enjoying myself, I
slid my toe out of his mouth and began shuffling my other toes, touching his
lips and shoving them in and out for several minutes… later on, I ordered the
boy to start nibbling on my feet, removing dead skin with his mouth. The
disgusted boy’s ordeal ended as soon as my cup of coffee did, and I felt a much
needed rejuvenation sweeping across my body.
By this time, my dick was aching… and my comfort
machine was ready and operational. Standing up, I grabbed the boy by his collar
and dragged him a few feet, I took position then instructed him to lower my pants
which he swiftly did. Next came my underpants…
Naturally he was hesitant and seemed as if he
was asking himself why would a grown man want to do that. A quick slap on the
boy's face snapped him back to reality as he finally grabbed my underpants and
started lowering them down. To the boy's utter surprise and shock, a bulging
erection popped up and swayed near his face, nearly poking his eye. Seven inches of man-flesh, something
the boy has probably never seen before, drew a wide innocent stare. Little did
he know how much pain this veiny device would inflict on him pretty soon… stepping
out of my pants, I held the boy firmly by his hair and ordered him to slightly
open his mouth, it was time for me to fulfill my fantasies. Slowly and steadily
I guided my dick towards the boy’s waiting mouth until the head gently touched
the boy’s parted lips.
Moving at a snail’s pace, I began shoving my
dick, bit by bit into the warm container until the head of my dick was
completely engulfed inside the boy’s
mouth. Flabbergasted by the sensation and heat of the moment I stopped
for a few moments savoring the blood rush that swept my body. Shortly after, I
resumed my gentle invasion of the boy’s orifice, filling it with man flesh
until the untrained little cocksucker gagged…
Undeterred, I held the boy’s head firmly and
kept my dick shoved in for a few moments before retracting it a little bit to
allow some air into his tiny lungs. The boy’s eyes grew wide open and his
cheeks were bulging, barely able to accommodate the invader. However, he was
far from being relieved as his quick breath of fresh air was soon interrupted
with another shove, this time a little bit quicker… soon enough I picked up the
pace, shoving my dick in and out of the boy's mouth, going harder and pushing
deeper with every thrust. As I was busy tunneling his mouth, a sharp sting cut
through my body as my soft skin made contact with the boy's teeth.
Without a single word, I grabbed my belt and
landed a few strokes on the boy. "NEVER, let me feel your teeth on my cock
again boy… you'll miss having teeth if you scratch my cock one more time slave"
I howled menacingly at the weeping boy.
Back to business, I resumed my pace until I was
literally ramming my way in and out of his mouth, going as deep as I could and
then retracting all the way out, keeping the very tip of my cock right past the
boy's inner lips.
The poor boy’s struggle for relief went to no
avail, for no matter how much he squirmed and fidgeted, my hands were firmly
pinning him down as my flesh tube ravaged it’s way inside of his mouth. A good fifteen minutes passed-by with me ruthlessly
raping the boy’s mouth. Every time I felt my cum load was about to blast, I
would take my cock out and start slapping it across the boy's cheeks, jamming
it sideways between the boy’s parted lips then swirling it around the boy's
tongue. When my urge subsided, I would resume shoving my tool back in with
violent thrusts, assaulting the velvet soft lips…
The despondent boy’s muffled gags and coughs
grew more frequent as he was not accustomed at this new practice, let alone the
length and callous of my fucking session… however, no matter how much I tried,
his tiny mouth and definitely soar throat refused to accommodate more than half
of my cock, even though I was sliding in and out like crazy, pushing just a
little bit more with every jam. The
boy’s ordeal went on for a few more minutes until I could feel my orgasm
painfully building inside my bowls and climbing up my shaft. This time, there
was no way I could hold it any longer…
burying my dick as deep inside the boy’s mouth
as it could go, I pinned my little slave’s head with both of my hands, pulling
the boy’s hair with my left hand and applying pressure against the back of the
boy’s head with my right. Finally, and with a fat grunt, I hung my head back
and closed my eyes as waves of hot man sperm started to fill the viciously
abused mouth…
With the boy’s lips stretched to their limits,
a man’s dick sealing his mouth like a cork to a bottle of wine, and a mixture
of tears, snot and sweat dribbling down his face, partly blocking his nostrils,
the distressed child’s eyes popped out and he began to faint. Cum trails forced
their way out of his tiny mouth and began slipping through the corners and
dripping down his chin…
Overwhelmed by my first orgasm inside a nine
year old boy’s mouth and practically lost in the sea of emotions emanating from
my first oral-sex experience with a child,
I failed to realize the severity of the situation. I didn’t notice the
boy was nearing asphyxia as I had left my penis stuffed inside the his mouth
for at least a minute after my volcanic orgasm.
As my shaft softened, I opened my eyes and
looked down in time to see the boy’s face turning to blue, his arms flaccid and
his body only supported by my hands grabbing his hair and holding him in place.
Hastily, I stepped back, picked the boy up and dashed towards the bathroom. I
started splashing water over the boy’s face several time then I stuffed my
finger deep down his throat to provoke a gagging reaction. A few tries later, a
soft cough followed by several gags brought some much needed air back to the
boy’s lungs and the distraught child slowly got back to his senses.
Gently, I sat the boy down on the toilet seat
and waited for him to snap back to awareness. With a strictly monotone voice, I
ordered him to quickly clean himself up then report to my bed... “your face was
worth every fucking thrust and every drop of sweat boy… you should be proud” I
whispered at him as I headed out of the bathroom and towards my bed.
Exhausted, I allowed my body to fall on the
soft mattress as I reached the edge of my bed, landing on my back. Ten minutes
later, the slim nude frame of my little boy-slave showed up at the bathroom
door. He stood there motionless, as if he was begging without actually saying a
word not to come to bed.
“come closer boy, lay beside me” I instructed
him. Almost defiantly, he took a few shy steps forward before stopping back.
“Trust me boy, you don’t want me to get up and get you, now get your fucking
ass here right NOW, and lay beside me” I howled at him with a fierce look in my
eyes. Quietly sobbing, the poor boy finally came forth and layed his body down.
Tossing and turning for a few minutes and still
overtaken by the intensity of what I had just experienced prevented me from
sleeping. Naturally, my mind started processing everything that had just
happened. I knew the young boy was in a lot of pain and that he had just went
through a tremendous physical and emotional shock. I knew that if I wanted to
successfully break the boy down and build him back up from scartch into the
mould I had in mind, there was no way I would show him sympathy or leniency.
His fate was sealed, he was going to be a slave, an object. His range of
service as a slave would vary upon my desires, I would use him as an obedient
house maid, a willing pony ready to provide long strolls down pleasure lanes
for his rider or I could simply use him as a urinating stall.
What I had done to the kid a few minutes ago
and what I would be doing in the very near future was nothing more than
deconstructing and reverse engineering his nine year old brain, emptying it
from everything before the moment he was kidnapped, and installing a new
software called obediance and servitude.
With these thoughts slamming against each other
inside my brain, I turned over to see the boy still awake, gently sobbing. His
angelic green eyes were now bulging and red with a trail of tears carving it’s
way down the boy’s freckled cheeks. My demonic software neeeded installation,
but it had to wait…
With my mind set, I ordered my boy to get up
and fetch me a pair of handcuffs… with a terrified look on his face, he slowly
forced himself up and came back with my item. Afterwards I ordered him to lay
back down on the bed, I grabbed the handcuffs, locked his left wrist and secured
it to the bed post. I wriggled my body to a comfortable position, laid one leg
across the boy’s both thighs and started caressing his face and chest “get some
sleep my little slave", I said to him as I slowly surrendered to my
slumber.
I had planned to take a few hours nap before
beginning the process of preparing the boys for display, little did I know that
I had slept the entire afternoon and well through the night, only to wake up
the next morning to the sound of André laughing… languidly, I opened my eyes
and could see him and Jean staring down at me, butt naked and cuddled against a
young, ravaged child. Laughing their hearts out for a few moments, Jean finally
talked.
"you fucking horny dog… you couldn't wait
to unwrap your present could you".
"go away…" I glared, in an almost
don’t-wanna-go-to-school tone, which drove wild laughter from them both.
"wakey wakey, lots of work to do…"
Jean's words came out as he tapped my shoulder
"I'll meet with you in a few, let me just
doze off for a bit"
"the old hag's a lost case.. I don't know
how he came up with the plan in the first place, let him sleep a few more
minutes" remarked André in the most sarcastic tone I've ever heard…
"yea, whatever bitches… just get out of my
sight, and out of my room… I'll be up in a few" With that said, both of
the guys turned their backs and left the room.
Fully awake now, I turned over to check my boy.
He was laying on his back sound asleep, the poor child must have been exhausted
after yesterday's ordeal. Looking deliciously inviting, I gently leaned closer
to him until I could feel his
“you know, little boy-slaves like you should be
fully awake before their masters do… don’t worry though, I’m not in a mood to
punish you and this is your first morning as a bed warmer.” I said to him as I
ran my hand on his chest. “However, I have a very long and busy day ahead of
me, so get your butt off and start putting your mouth to some use” dazzled and
clearly clueless about what I said, he just stared at me. “This means, get your
fucking butt off, kneel between my legs and start
Yesterday’s ordeal with my cock, carved
life-lasting memories regarding what seemed to the boy as an instrument of
pain. … however, with no other options, the poor child accepted his fate and
slowly crawled down to his knees, positioning himself between my spread legs.
"start by licking my ball-sack boy,
slowly, and apply some pressure with your tongue" I instructed.
My aching erection grew harder with the first
touch of his tongue on my sack, executing my orders, the young slave lusciously
began licking my entire sack, starting at the very bottom and going all the way
up to the base of my crotch, leaving wet trails of warm saliva. "take one
ball into your mouth and suck on it" I ordered him. Yesterday's ordeal
must've been solid in his memory, as he proceeded to execute my orders without
hesitation. If I knew less, I would've said that he was beginning to enjoy the
feeling of my elastic man flesh inside his mouth.
Well moist and relieved, I then instructed the
boy to start working on my shaft, insisting that he goes slow and work his way from
the base and up to my piss slit. He was finally beginning to learn the true
techniques of cock-sucking. Gradually and bit by bit, he was magkin the shots,
varying between licking my sack and sucking on my balls, only to shift back up,
swirling his tongue around my dick's mushroom, tongue-fucking my piss slit then
sliding down to take most of my cock inside his warm little mouth, bobbing his
cute head up and down on my crotch. I was in a bliss, comfortably laying on my
bed, legs wide open and a young boy orally servicing my throbbing dick.
With a million pending things needing
attention, I had no intention of holding back my orgasm. In fact I was trying
to cum as soon as I could, and with that in mind, I grabbed the boy by his head
and pushed him down on my crotch, pinning him for a few seconds before I began
face fucking him for a short moment, only to realize that I needed a faster
relief.
Ordering the boy to stop sucking, I guided his
right hand and placed on my shaft then grabbed his left one and ordered him to
place it below my balls. A quick jerking lesson was given and soon enough, he
had one hand massaging my balls while the other one jerking my burning crotch.
my guessing was right, and after a few strokes, I felt my orgasm building inside.
I ordered the boy to get his mouth back on my dick, and as soon as I felt his
soft lips engulf my burning manhood, I grabbed the back of the boy's head,
arched my back and shot a blazing trail of cum, deep inside the boy's throat,
wave after wave of man juice filling his tiny mouth, causing another round of
gags.
"Aren't you forgetting something my little
whore?" the boy gazed obliviously. "Shouldn't you be thanking me for
allowing you to suck my dick boy" I grinned at the jaw-aching boy
"Thank you sir"
"No, no… we're past sir, Slave! From now
on you will only refer to me as master, understand?"
"Yes… master"
"Good boy… now lick my dick clean and
swallow, I don't want you wasting any of my precious cream"
With my morning session finished, I got up and
got dressed. Then I allowed my boy to attend the bathroom and relief his bodily
need. When he was done, I turned on the shower and ordered him to take a quick
shower. Finally, I guided him back to my bed, laid him down and again cuffed
both his wrists to the bed posts. "I'll come back for some more fun later
slave, make sure you don't pee on yourself, otherwise you'll be in a fucking
deep shit" I stated while I was leaving the room.
An unlucky boy learns about discipline the hard way, in chapter 7: consequences of disobediance...