Robbie Meeks was
once an innocent little boy. He was a humble
neighborhood celebrity who unknowingly charmed his entire town with a delicate face,
adorable eyes, and glowing naďveté. Everybody saw him as the
area golden child, a cute well-behaved boy they all wanted
for themselves. And Robbie was exactly the honeysweet child
everyone thought he was.
The perfect son... until a
randy city-boy named
Compton moved next
door. Compton was a
savvy kid for years,
who wasted a gifted
intellect on the
internet. He was soaking in
shady blogs and
waiting for a chance to use them. Predictably, Compton was a
grade A pervert who saw Robbie... a little differently.
Like others, Compton
loved the soft effeminate-but-boyish features that
made Robbie look
"gentle" and "pure"
without even trying.
But where others saw
a cuddly boy who was
Compton saw skin
hunger and latent
suspicion, with the
in an instant.
(Robbie's love for
a keen oral fixation
Compton had the
horniest mind in the
world and a cock
that was always
hard, yet even he
was never more
aroused by anyone
but Robbie. The
older boy saw the
kindest boy in the
world paired with
the sexiest tightest
body on earth.
Robbie had the
perfect pink lips
for sucking, a
perfect pert bum for
fucking, the perfect
soft skin for
biting... and it was
Robbie's new destiny
was to be Compton's slutty hypersexual
proud of his catch.
Here was Robbie, a
drop-dead cutie who
had all the girls
swooning over him.
was class president
of their grade
school, and a golden
child whom everybody
parents fawned over
him, and his little
brother looked up to
him like the coolest
boy in the world.
And in less than a
month from their
Compton had already
enjoyed the little
nymphet's body more
anyone else ever had
or would. The delinquent
loved holding so
much power over
Robbie - that he
knew how to coax
every drop of
Robbie's tight ripe
flesh, until the
smaller boy oozed
with an uncertain
young pleasure that was
all for his taking.
The doe-eyed Robbie never knew what hit him. He was hooked
by Compton's "guidance" and helpless to figure it all out.
There was nothing Robbie could do to stop his fall from
Even in front of others, Robbie was
always being stirred into heat by Compton's invisible hand.
At any point where Robbie was in arm's reach of Compton, his
body would be steadily worked into a lust beyond his years.
It never ended. Robbie was subtly revved up while in public, mercilessly
teased and sometimes fucked when nobody was watching.
worst of all, even in his rare moments of privacy Robbie would
still be unable to stop fantasizing
Compton's succulent cock. It was hopeless! There was
never a moment for Robbie spare a clean thought... Compton's
presence was always there.
mother called in every night to check up
on her boy. The two friends tested into a private boarding
school for the
gifted, and were
sharing a room. It
was well over a year and Compton still loved chatting
with the parents about their darling Robbie, usually while their
precious son's mouth was filled with his slimy erection.
"I love the stories you tell us, Compton!"
gushed a chipper
Mrs. Meeks. She was such a fortunate mother for her son to
have an older boy in his grade, who could show him the ropes
and wasn't afraid to
ride him hard. "Glad you're making sure our baby boy is holding
together. I know it's a lot of trouble, but will you promise
to keep staying on
top of him?"
yeah, definitely. We
go out all the time, I
make sure to keep
him off his butt most of the day...
and we only do homework when we're staying
in... Robbie loves homework."
Robbie blushed upon hearing this. 'Doing homework' with
Compton was a unique experience... it involved finishing
both their assignments, but only while sitting naked on top
of Compton's probing manhood. As hard as math could
be, Compton's penis made it even harder to think as it
massaged him so
And yes Robbie was a bright kid, but it was hard to
concentrate while getting fucked and fondled and teased
right to the edge, over and over and over again. His hips
would squirm against
cock inside of him,
shuddering while his
exactly the words
that would set him
off the most.
For the sake of an
upcoming test or major project, Robbie
sometimes wished he could simply adapt or
acclimate his body to the pleasure. But it
would never happen - Compton was such
an artist with
Robbie's body. He
was always too much for little Robbie to
handle, always ready to blow right past the
pretty boy's composure.
knew where to caress the weakest spots of
Robbie's flesh, and his big contoured cock
could reach the even
inside him. Just a simple breath against his ear made
Robbie cringe, but Compton knew the right
words to force
shuddering screams and dropped pencils.
would shake and cry
and laugh and
leaving behind his
best attempts at
schoolwork. It was
rarely flawless, but Compton
enjoyed correcting the work while Robbie
napped. He was always finished by the time
Robbie woke up, rewarding himself with a
blowjob from his slut.
"I'm so impressed to hear
about your schedule," praised Robbie's
mother. "We're glad you're such a good
influence on Robbie, I know all the kids
think he's so cool but you should know he's really such a
susceptible boy. I just wouldn’t want
somebody to take advantage of him!"
worry," replied Compton, "I have him on a
real short leash... You should see what I do
to get him ready in the mornings. He can
make a real
mess of himself."
Robbie turned a deeper shade of red, knowing full well what
Compton really meant. Compton thought this super-blushing
made Robbie look cute, so he pushed an extra inch
into Robbie's mouth.
The truth is, Robbie
went to sleep every
night with Compton's
cock and a load of
inside his hole. He
would never know
what exactly drove
his sleeping mind so crazy - if it
was having a cock
twitching so deeply
in him all night, or
if Compton was
actually awake and
teasing his sweet
spots… but every
morning, Robbie would
wake up hornier than
he was the morning
Compton was always
there when he awoke, ready to feed Robbie
his cock for a morning snack and then ask
him about his wet, wet dreams.
Robbie’s life was saturated by constant arousal, yet nobody
knew where to look. If you ask his classmates, Robbie always
walked very slowly on his way to class with Compton and
never talked to anyone. Naturally his friends assumed he just
wasn't a morning person. But if you asked Compton, he would
tell you it was because Robbie had a prostate plug in his rear,
a ring around his cock
and a morning load of cum in his mouth. Robbie was only
allowed to swallow when the starting bell would ring.
"But that's enough from me," smirked Compton. He
panting face away
from his cock - the
boy really got into
blowjobs, no matter
how much he tried to
pretend it wasn't
"Time for *Robbie*
Compton replied. A
bridge of precum lingered between his cock
and Robbie's mouth. Robbie licked it clean and smiled with
Compton's cream still
dripping on his teeth.
Smiling, Compton bid
farewell to the
mother of his horny
"He looks about
The Magic Words
laid on his bed with the phone, biting his lip nervously.
Compton flipped him onto his stomach.
"Hi mom," Robbie
He stifled a whimper as Compton
pushed his chest down against the bed. Robbie's ass was
lifted into the air. His knees were still
together, granting his pert cheeks an
attempt to conceal the lubed hole between
Robbie's pearly buttocks with his cock and slowly penetrated
"Y-yeah Compton is taking care o-oohh! Care!
He's tuh...tunh... taking care of me..."
daily talk with his mom was always his most embarrassing
and decadent point of the day. It was one of those moments
when Compton loved to start slow, then pick the worst
possible moment to start pounding Robbie's ass as hard as he
could. Compton would play Robbie like an instrument while
Robbie would try (and fail) to pretend he was still an
innocent darling son.
"No, sorry mom I was just distracted. Yeah don't worry, I
pay attention in my cla... aaah... ass... in my... aAAhh...
in m-my classes, nnnnnhhh...! So…
ohhhh-hhhhard! Ah! Ah! The c-classes mom,
Compton smiled and pinned Robbie face-down on the bed,
with Robbie's perky ass pressed lewdly against his cock. The
fact that Robbie loved being fucked in this position made him all the more powerless to control his pleasure.
This slender beauty was completely at
Compton's mercy, trapped on the phone
with an oblivious mother while Compton whispered dirty
truths into Robbie's other ear and plowed a hard drooling cock into his
"Mmmnnnhh... y-yeah mom I have a...
a cock... nnNnh I mean a
c-couple of testi... tests next week..."
The poor boy was never good at keeping quiet, especially not
after hours of 'homework'. To hide his moans and squealing,
Robbie always smothered his face into the pillow when his
mother spoke. But Compton's interests
conflicted. He loved that Robbie would
eventually flush red from his face to his
chest, then all over his body, getting
hornier and louder and redder with each passing embarassment.
Robbie was always a glowing pink nymphet by
the time Compton was satisfied.
"AhhhHNNhh! Yeah, I-I know...
I knnNnow I'm a big brother...
Ahh... ahHHHhh... I'll sssset
an example... unnnh..."
Compton made sure Robbie's
biggest and loudest cum of the day would come at the time to
say goodbye to his beloved mommy. Because,
as mothers will do, Robbie's mother insisted
her son end their call "properly".
Without failure or
delay, Robbie screamed louder and sexier
each day. Always red-faced and sometimes even crying in humiliated
ecstasy, he would squeal in helpless orgasm and declare
to the phone,
"I luhh-llhh-love you,
mmh-mmMHHmommiehhh... I'll be a-a-uhh-unnh-UHhh!
UNH! AHHhh! a good... BOYYyy!...AANNNnhhh!
AAAhhh! AAAnNNHHhh…!! <click>"
The words grew more incoherent, more
tainted by sex every time. The audio of
Robbie's speech was worth millions with the
There were many squealing, moaning, sighing, and screaming
variations of this goodbye. Robbie's mom always thought her
son was just being emotional. Instead, these changes in
pitch and frequency only had to do with the tempo at which
Compton felt like fucking their baby boy to an explosive
anal orgasm on that particular day.
you, mommie! I'll be
a good boy."
It was a
simple mantra that
Robbie had spoken
all his life. It was
also a mantra that
Compton intended for Robbie to
strongly associate with
intense shameful sex.
Compton liked to
call them "the magic words".
And to the pervert's pleasant
surprise, it worked.
Compton never broke
the routine, never
did less than his
he groomed Robbie
Meeks into the
perfect erotic boy.
Every night, it was a miracle that Robbie could even get the
words out of his semen-glazed schoolboy mouth. He spoke
time, his body
melting against a
steel invader, his precious hole
pushing helplessly against a well endowed cock.
Every night, Robbie felt warm taps of cum splashing inside
him, at the same time that he promised his mommy he would be
a good little boy.
Every night, Robbie became more and more of a liar, because
he had been fucked yet another time and cum even harder this
the last. Compton's own ropes of cum seemed to shoot deeper
inside of him over time, as the older boy became even more
practiced in breeding his little slut.
"I love you mommy, I’ll be a good boy."
Robbie could hardly remember how to say
those words without moaning uncontrollably. Sometimes, he
would fall right asleep when he ended the call. Usually
Compton would just stay inside him, harden up and chain
another few hours’ worth of fucks and cums into his hole for
good measure. And he would only let Robbie orgasm when he
promised loudly again and again to be a good little boy.
In all its success, this was a major part of Compton's
careful grooming. Compton prided himself on sexualizing even
the innocent facade that Robbie presented to his mother. He
made sure the poor little sex kitten had no refuge from his
body's humiliating needs. That Robbie's subconscious would
always remind him of his true dirtiness even when he was
"safe" and alone, lying about himself before his dearest mommy.
The first time
Robbie spoke "the magic words" at home, it
down his spine. And
Compton was glad to find out that every time
after that, it had the same subliminal
effect. It made the boy sigh, hyperaware of
his empty hole. It
cursed little Robbie
with a drooling
hard-on and lust for
a stronger body to take him. It made him grind his
against the chairs,
wishing against his
will that there was a
cock to make him
squeal. It would make him remember what it
was like, to have another person split him
so wide and fill him so deep... the mere
thought of it making his mouth hang agape.
The shudder never left or weakened, and
Compton's psychological trigger never lost
It was all about the little things. Whenever Compton saw
Robbie getting *really* into a good fuck, Compton would kiss
him gingerly on the forehead like his mommy always did. He
would stroke Robbie's hair like his mommy did, and probably
always had since the Robbie was a baby. And Compton made sure
since the start of their friendship to often use terms of
endearment and pet names in the exact same way, too.
"You feel how
deep I can fuck you, Robbie-baby?"
"Get ready to
cum all over your sheets, sweety-boy..."
"Aww, is Robbie-pie
leaking like a faucet from just sucking my
cock? You're a fucking slut, babe..."
In the heat of the moment, it all
hit home. It all gave their sex a Freudian intimacy that Robbie
never consciously noticed. He was a straight-laced boy who
loved his mommy, and
the innocent facade
Robbie presented to
her and the world was now another weakness that made him ripe for
Compton found this
delicious. He loved its kinkiness, that
it gave Robbie a
sexual frustration and attachment to him that the poor boy never
understood. He loved the hypocrisy of Robbie's innocent
reputation at home and at school. Most importantly, Compton could see it in
Robbie's eyes that it was yet another secret that turned
him on something rotten.
"Compton asked me to give you lots of snacks while we're at
camp," Danny taunted. "Eat up, pretty boy... God, you're so
Robbie loved the feeling of Danny's cock in his mouth, and
the constant cum that seemed to stream from it. Being forced
to swallow so much of this boy's seed, and being on "rental"
to him by Compton, made him feel like more of a slut than he
had ever felt in his life.
"I think I'm going to cum already...," groaned Danny. "But
don't stop this time, I know I want another one before the
brats get back from the pond..."
Robbie couldn't believe the balls on this
boy, and the sheer unfocused sexual output
he was being subjected to. A night with
Danny was like a night with the Emory
brothers. Those five Mormon boys may have
cum a lot, but if any one of them traded
places with Danny then Robbie would have
never come close to swallowing it all.
Danny didn't nearly have Compton's stamina, much preferring
fast, hard, intense fucks and quick cums. He wasted no time
and the sex was always about him, unlike Compton - who
delighted in torturing Robbie with pleasure and turning the
middle Meeks child's own sexual needs against him. Compton
made sure Robbie remembered and shuddered at
the thought of every single time they
fucked. With Danny, it was all a constant
blur of hard dirty sex. His body was drained
of cum, and filled with exponentially more
of Danny's cum in return.
Danny fucked poor Robbie's little bottom, it rarely lasted
more than 15 or 20 minutes. But the young stud compensated
for this with the sex drive of a racehorse, always ready for
more in less than a minute and always cumming just as much
"Fuck, you made me
hard again you fucking queer... you're
fucking cuter than a girl!"
complain, blaming his constant erections on
hapless little Robbie. And of course, he was
responsible for taking care of Danny's
constant boner - until it sprung up yet
again, ready for more of Robbie's tight
In fact, it was even out of control. Robbie barely
had time to do anything else but ride and suck on Danny's
hung cock. During the beginning of the day Danny would
fuck Robbie's ass every time he wanted to cum, but by noon
the dribbling sperm would become too much for Robbie to
hide. So during the afternoons Danny would fuck Robbie's
rosy little mouth instead.
"Shit... I came so
much in you that I'm sore. I'm glad you're
so damn soft... and tight... fuck!"
Robbie himself was a fantastic sexual
partner, probably the best that Danny ever had. Danny
would cum especially fast whenever Robbie gave him those
special afternoon rush-blowjobs, and the older boy took
great pride in rewarding his companion with a mouthful of
sperm each time.
gonna bust a huge nut right now... gonna
make you fucking gulp... nnnh!"
delighted in the knowledge that he was
pumping the class valedictorian literally full
of his cum. There were hushed rumors that Robbie was really
repressed and loved taking the cock... but
it was more of a popular fantasy than
something people took seriously. Danny made
sure to take pictures on his smart phone, to
add this boy extraordinaire to his
"AuughHHhhhhH!!" Danny moaned through gritted teeth and came
yet another time inside of Robbie's mouth. He came down to
earth, impressed by Robbie's enthusiasm.
"Man, I never thought THE Robbie Meeks would be such a
Robbie was too preoccupied to respond
with more than an appreciative groan. He slowly slipped his
lips off of the bigger boy's cock, milking the shaft with
his tongue to make sure he got every drop along the way. It
was such a mouthful of cum that he was pouting slightly, and
he swallowed it all with an audible gulp.
"Fuck!" Danny yelled. Just watching Robbie's face at his
crotch was reviving the erection that just subsided. There
wasn't any way for him to get off without getting turned on
again by how much Robbie fucking loved his cock.
"I guess here we go again..."