Gareth was, not surprisingly, about ten minutes early. He wheeled his bicycle up my long driveway, and I followed his progress through the upstairs windows as he pushed it round to the back of the house, as instructed.
During the week, I had caught the lad with some pretty hard-core master slave and spanking type pornographic magazines. Needless to say, when faced with the prospect of exposure for possessing such magazines, Gareth had enthusiastically, and rather breathlessly, agreed to a weekend of kinky punishment in my home. The only real difference between the subject matter of the magazines, and our games this weekend would be the age difference between master and slave. I, the master of course, was nearly forty and head of the local boys' prep school, and my slave, Gareth, was one of my grade six pupils, at the tender age of eleven!
Gareth propped his bike up under the shelter of my back yard gazebo, and, without hesitation or the slightest sign of self-consciousness, began undressing. I watched, my mouth dry with anticipation, as the pretty blond preteen stripped off, knowing that his slender young body would shortly be all mine.
I should have picked up the signs more than two years ago. Whenever faced with the prospect of a caning in my office, the little boy had accepted his hiding more than stoically - enthusiastically, actually. Although he cried and squirmed as any normal small boy would as my cane whipped across his little shorts clad bottom, there was always the faint hint of a satisfied grin when his punishment had been inflicted. That was another thing. The shorts. On almost every occasion, and for Gareth there were many, the child had asked,
"Should I take down my shorts and undies, sir?"
"Dont you think I deserve this hiding on my bare bottom, sir?"
On one memorable occasion, when I was certain that the boy, then just ten, had owned up for something that he didn't do, I had ordered him to bend over the back of the chair, then turned around to collect a cane out of the cabinet. When I turned back, flexing the stick menacingly, the lad already had his shorts around his ankles and his underpants halfway down his thighs! Regretfully, especially as I glimpsed the white little bum cheeks, I had made the child pull his underpants and shorts back up. I knew the regulations, and would not risk my career over a few seconds of blissfully whipping a ten year old's bare bottom in my office.
I was delighted when I caught the boy sitting quietly in an empty classroom, paging through his collection of very erotic magazines. One hand turned the pages, the other slowly played with the little cock sticking out of the fly of his school shorts. Imagine my delight when I investigated the literature, before a very embarrassed and worried youngster, and found the gay S&M content! I was even more thrilled to find, among the collection, a magazine full of pictures of a man involved in every conceivable sexual act with a group of little boys - about Gareth's age!
The child had been very upset by my discovery. I had made him stand before me as I lectured him. To his complete dismay, I hadn't even allowed him the dignity of doing up his fly, and his cock, rather shriveled, had almost managed to creep back into his shorts. But the tip still pocked out - pink against his blue school shorts. As I turned the subject of my lecture to punishment, and how severely I thought he needed to be caned, I was not surprised to see that little penis start to grow and extend out of the fly once again. I had gestured to the magazines, spread out on the desk,
"How would you like it if someone did those things to you?" I had snarled, supposing that I would make the boy feel a little guilty about his fetish, especially the child pornography element.
Gareth had looked up briefly, his blue eyes making contact with mine, and then he dropped his head again,
"I'd love it, sir, and it's just what I deserve."
And that was how I came to having the most attractive eleven year old in my school taking his clothes off in my back yard. His parents had fallen easily for his story of going off for the weekend with a friend. They hadnt even asked him his friends name! He knew that I would cause him pain, and give him his first ever fucking. But he trusted me, and I would ensure that I didn't go too far with him. He had, however, made it clear that he wanted to be caned severely, and fucked hard and often! I would be only too happy to comply with the little boys wishes!
When Gareth got to his underpants, he paused. Gripping the waistband he had looked around nervously then slipped the thin garment down to his ankles and off, neatly placing it on the pile of clothing that he had stacked under his bicycle. My instructions had been clear. Under no circumstances was Gareth allowed to have any clothing on, or even with him, in my house. Naked now, the slender preteen had crossed to the door of the house and entered. A slightly sadistic pedophiles dreams - a beautiful, stark naked and willing eleven-year-old boy in my house, and all mine to play with!
I let the boy wait for about ten minutes, restraining the urge to bolt downstairs myself, so excited was I. But I wanted to build up the right atmosphere with Gareth, and having him wait for me would increase his nervousness.
Dressed in just boxer shorts and a t-shirt, I clomped down the stairs after the time was up, making sure that the boy would be able to hear my progress. I am a big man, well muscled from my rugby playing days, and I was aware that even Gareth, the little masochist, was slightly intimidated by my size.
The child had followed his orders perfectly. As instructed, he was kneeling in the middle of the sitting room, legs spread wide, forehead pressed to the carpet, bottom pushed well up. Although the eleven year old was very fair skinned, he had obviously had some sun recently, and there was a definite "Speedo" tan, making his bottom almost glow in comparison with the rest of his body. He looked so small and vulnerable, naked in his submissive pose on the floor, and I felt my cock straining against my shorts at the sight of the little lad.
I walked around my young slave slowly, without saying a word. The only sound in the room was Gareth's heavy breathing. Clearly, he was as excited as I was. Stopping behind him, I gently lifted a foot and pressed it between the boys spread legs, running my big toe firmly against his lewdly displayed little bum hole. Then, with the top of my toes, I investigated the lads privates, enjoying the feel of his hard little cock and soft scrotum. I played with his penis for a few seconds, gripping it between my toes, listening to the child's increasingly heavy breathing. Then I let it go, lowered my foot and stepped back. Careful to keep the power behind my action moderate, I delivered a swift kick between the preteen's legs. Gareth gasped with the unexpected pain, but retained his position, proving once again his acceptance of my complete domination. This would be a terrific weekend.
"Get up and turn around, boy," I ordered, and as the boy quickly got to his feet, "hands on head."
Gareth was a small boy for his age, but his nudity made him appear even more slim and vulnerable. His prick stuck out straight from his smooth groin, reflecting his excitement. I went and perched on the edge of an armchair, then directed the eleven-year-old, hands still on head, to stand before me, between my knees. Starting at his chest, I ran my hands all over the child's body. He had very little fat, and his skin felt warm and soft to the touch, belying the well-developed muscle structure that the boy had. He was a good gymnast, and it showed. I spent a lot of time on his strong young legs, but not nearly as much as I spent carefully, gently fondling his little marbles in their soft, warm sack. I rubbed his excited penis gently, nearly bringing the lad to orgasm, and then squeezing his balls firmly to stop him reaching that particular pleasure before I was ready to allow him to.
"Turn around and bend over," was my next command, and Gareth enthusiastically obeyed.
He didn't need to be told to grab his ankles, spread his legs and keep his knees straight. Taking a good grip on his buttocks with my hands, I carefully pried his small bottom cheeks as far apart as I could with my thumbs, then leant forward to examine the preteens tiny little pink rosebud. Unable to resist, I licked my tongue slowly up his warm crack, circling his hole, before flicking it gently. Gareth had obviously washed himself thoroughly, just as I had told him to - he tasted faintly of soap, with a hint of indefinable young boy flavor. The horny little boy gasped at this new and unexpected pleasure, and instinctively pushed his bottom back towards me. I licked the sweet tight asshole, relishing the boy's arousal. Slowly, I inserted just the tip of my tongue into his hole, and Gareth's whole body trembled with pleasure.
I didn't let it get further, withdrawing my tongue, and sitting back and admiring the rear view of the tightly bent little boy before me. It was time to pinken that white, tender young bottom.
"Get over my knees, lad," I grumbled, "its time you had a good old fashioned spanking,"
Gareth didn't waste any time. He quickly stood up, turned around and bent himself over my knees - hands on the floor, head pushed down, and bottom raised for punishment. I couldnt resist running my hand gently down his back, from just below his blond hairline, along his arched spine and over the swell of his small, unblemished buttocks. Beautiful. Then I concentrated on his backside. This is without doubt the best part of any preteen boy, and I thoroughly enjoyed rubbing and squeezing the eleven year old's pale little cheeks. His bottom felt almost impossibly soft, while at the same time being strong and resilient.
I raised my hand and smacked it down onto Gareth's bottom, hard. Alternating between the cheeks of his tender rear end, I firmly spanked the boy, enjoying his writhing as heat on his backside quickly built up - to distinctly painful levels. Gareth kept his hands on the carpet throughout, even as his head and body bounced with each smack. To keep him still, I reached around his slender waist with my other hands and firmly gripped the lad's cock and balls, easily holding his whole package in my fist, and noting that the boy was still solidly erect.
After a few minutes of slow, solid spanking, Gareth's bottom was bright red, and I could hear the unmistakable sound of the boy crying. I stopped spanking, and resumed rubbing his now very warm young bottom, noting how I could actually feel the heat of his red rump through my palm.
The preteen pushed himself off my knees, stood, and his hands flew to his sore bottom.
"Hands on head!" I would have none of this bottom rubbing nonsense, "Then turn around to face me!"
Gareth obeyed quickly, hands firmly placed on his blond head, and I was pleased to note not only very real tears running down the eleven year old's face, but his erection was, if it is possible, even more pronounced than it had been since his arrival in my sitting room. An erection like that just couldn't be ignored. It jutted straight out from the boy's hairless, white groin, the circumcised head purple under the pressure of Gareths excitement.
I took hold of the boy's hips and drew him toward me, at the same time leaning forward and gently taking his rigid prick between my lips. Gareth moaned as I carefully ran my tongue up and down his thin, childish shaft, while softly sucking. It wasn't long before the eleven year old's panting became more frantic. With my thumb and forefinger, I reached between his legs, and, as he climaxed, gently pulled on his balls, extending his orgasm, and making the whole experience an amazing one for the little boy. He pumped his groin against my face as wave after wave of pleasure hit him - but of course was too young to squirt anything into my mouth.
When the lad had recovered, I sent him off to stand in the corner of the room, hands still on head, of course, and quickly took off my own shirt and shorts. At last, freedom for my straining erection. Sitting back in the armchair, naked now, I was able to once again admire the view of my preteen sex slave. What a sight. The white little body with a bright pink well spanked bottom.
"Come here, Gareth,"
Gareth, his eyes still wet from the crying that he had been doing over his spanking, turned and headed back across the room to me. He gasped softly as he caught sight of my eight-inch cock, poking up from my hairy groin, and his gaze never left it as he came to stand before me, hands still on head, once again sporting a healthy erection of his own.
"Like it?" I enquired, stroking my throbbing cock. Pre-cum was starting to leak out of the slit.
All Gareth could do was dumbly nod his head.
"Looking forward to having it up your bottom, boy?"
"Oh yes, sir - but won't it hurt? Its so big!"
My cock is not particularly large, but I suppose to an eleven year old, it must have appeared huge. Especially as he envisioned it forcing its way up his tight little arsehole.
"Yes, it will hurt," I agreed, "but I'll prepare you for it, and it is what you want, isn't it?"
"Please, sir, deep up my bum, sir!" the child nodded vigorously, "Can you fuck me now sir?"
Gareth really was a horny little lad, I thought.
"There will be plenty of time for that later - and I think I'll also give you a damn good thrashing with my cane for being so forward. Six of the best, I think. Slave boys only get fucked when their masters are ready to fuck them!"
Gareth dropped his head, although I noticed that at the mention of the cane, the child's penis jerked slightly. He loved getting caned - that much was obvious. Even although the tears were copious, this little boy thoroughly enjoyed getting his tender backside whipped.
My own leaking cock was throbbing almost unbearably, something that Gareth must have been unable to miss. I looked down at it, noting that the pre-cum was slowly running down my shaft and into my groin, as well as starting to wet my balls.
"All this talk of fucking you and thrashing you has made me so horny, boy. Look at the mess!" I gestured to my crotch, "Clean me up at once!"
Gareth looked around him, slightly confused,
"Shall I get a cloth from the bathroom sir?"
"What? A cloth? You wicked child. Thats just earned you another three stripes from my cane! Slave boys service and clean their masters' dicks with their mouths. Now get on with it!"
Battling to suppress a smile of delight, Gareth dropped to his knees. As his head moved toward my crotch, I grasped a handful of fine blond hair, twisting it so that the child looked up at me, licking his rosy lips - his blue eyes lustful at the prospect at getting to taste my dick.
"After the clean up I want a blow job, boy - ten times better than the one I was kind enough to give you, understand?" Gareth nodded his head as much as he could, given the restraint of my grip on his hair, "And make sure that you swallow everything!"
I spread my legs, leant back, and let Gareth get to work. His warm, wet tongue started with my balls, and then slowly worked up into my hairy crotch as the preteen followed my orders, diligently lapping up the sticky clear liquid that was oozing down my shaft. With long, slow licks up my shaft, the preteen did his task, and it didn't take the boy long to get to my cock head. With great ceremony, Gareth pursed his lips and gently, reverently, barely touching me, kissed the top of my cock. The final display to me from the boy that he understood his role in my home. He licked the liquid straight off the slit, then, after waiting for more to appear, he licked it again. The boy must have known that the light caress of his tongue on this incredibly sensitive part of my dick was driving me wild with pleasure. He did it a couple more times, then, after looking up at me and grinning, he opened his mouth wide, and took in as much of my cock as he could. Not very much of course, but he was doing his best.
Nothing can prepare a man for having his cock sucked by a little boy. Just the sight of that pretty face, framed by its blond hair, happily struggling to get as much of my thick penis into his mouth nearly caused me to explode then and there. It was perhaps his obvious enthusiasm that was the most delightful part of the whole experience.
Gareth had obviously read up on how to give a man a truly wonderful blowjob. The lad had studied the magazines enthusiastically, and he put what he had learnt to excellent practice. My dreams of having my cock in a boy's mouth were nothing compared to the reality of his soft lips wrapped around my rigid pole, and the light but firm suction that he was creating, along with the constant work that his tongue was doing as he sensually bobbed his head up and down. Several times he let my cock pop out of his mouth so that he could run his tongue up and down the entire length of my shaft - bringing me close to orgasm more than once, and controlling me like a pro. The child was truly a master of his new craft.
When I came, he was ready, and seemed to increase his sucking as he sensed my orgasm approaching. I exploded into his mouth - never before had I cum so hard. I literally saw stars as my body was wracked with pleasure. I felt as if I was pumping liters of cum as the preteen did his best to swallow as fast as I came.
Amazingly, Gareth did manage to swallow it all. When I finally came to the end of my magnificent orgasm, the little boy was licking the last of my cum off his lips, grinning. Without being told, he put his head back down, and gently licked my still semi erect, sensitive cock clean.
"Not bad, Gareth," I acknowledged, after getting my breath back from what must have been one of the most amazing, erotic experiences a mans cock can have from the soft mouth of small boy, "but dont think thats going to get you off you caning."
"Yes sir," the boy nodded enthusiastically, "I certainly deserve a good hiding - if I'm to learn how to serve my master correctly."
I was pleased that the eleven-year-old lad was more enthusiastic than ever to continue with the fun. I stood, leant forward and with two fingers took a firm grip on the boy's rigid little penis. Without another word, I led the youngster by his cock out the sitting room, up the stairs and straight into my bedroom.
"Did you clean yourself out like I told you to?" I asked during our short trip.
"Yes sir," was the enthusiastic reply, "I gave myself an enema. I like doing that!"
Although a little surprised, I choose not to reply.
I led the little boy to my bed, then, leaving him standing at the edge of it, I let go of his penis and let him stare with a mixture of fear and lust at the cane that I had left on the duvet. It was a pretty ordinary cane, fairly thin, yellowish in color, about the length of my arm, curved handle. A typical junior cane. Perfect for the thrashing of little boys' bottoms. Gareth couldn't drag his eyes away from it. He, like others, had been caned frequently enough at school. But they were usually already bent over, bottoms raised for punishment, by the time I had removed the stick from its cabinet. All they got to see was the wicked stick out of the corner of their eyes. Now Gareth could actually get a good, long look at the feared implement.
"It's a brand new one, boy," I informed him, standing behind him, and enjoying the sight of him involuntarily clenching his tender little bum cheeks at my words and the sight of the stick. I reached my hands down, grasping a small buttock in each, squeezing and rubbing the soft mounds gently, "brought specially to whip this lovely little bottom, and only this bottom, long and hard."
"Thank you, sir," Gareth breathed, bending forward slightly to accommodate my fingers, kneading his cheeks - I knew that he was longing to feel the stick biting across his naked buttocks for the first time, while also dreading the experience.
Without being told, he spread his legs slightly, and I reached around them with one hand, gently squeezed his little balls, while I easily rubbed his small bottom with just one large hand.
"Kneel on the bed," Gareth followed the command a little uncertainly, then looked back at me over his shoulder.
"On all fours, and spread your legs" I elaborated, and he dropped down, once again looking over his shoulder at me.
He was beginning to get the idea, and grinned nervously at me while wiggling his upraised little backside. I picked up the cane, flexed it threateningly, and then swished it through the air. Gareth was no longer grinning. In fact, the little boy had a decidedly worried look on his face - his big blue eyes looked back at me, almost already tear-filled.
"This is going to hurt my bottom a lot, isn't it, sir?" The eleven year olds voice was trembly.
"Oh yes, my boy," it was too late for him to back out now, "but its what you want and deserve."
"Yes sir, I deserve a thrashing, sir." I was pleased that he didn't ask for mercy. In fact, on reaching between his legs, I gripped a still iron hard pencil thin penis.
"Put your face into the bed clothes,"
Gareth pressed his face down, raising his tender bottom to my mercies once again. What a sight. A gorgeous, naked blond preteen on his knees, bum up, on my bed, ready for a sound hiding - a hiding that he actually wants! A fantasy that is only exceeded by having a little boy in the same position for a fucking. And I would be having that shortly too!
I traced the tip of the cane gently across the lad's cheeks, then, standing directly behind the boy, I pushed the end of the stick against his exposed little hole. Too soft to force penetration, but enough just to be uncomfortable for the child. Gareth groaned. I withdrew the cane, reversed it, and slipped it between his legs. Catching his solid cock with the crooked handle, I pulled back, bringing the pink member backwards, until it flicked free of the handle and slapped back against his belly.
Reassuming my position for caning the preteen, I again traced the cane across my upraised, pale target. It was time to start the hiding.
Using all the technique that I had developed over the years of beating shorts clad bottoms, I administered my first ever lash to a naked boy. The cane whipped across Gareth's bare bottom, just below halfway down the pushed up little cheeks, with an incredibly satisfying high-pitched crack. Gareth's reaction to his first ever bare bottomed stroke of the cane was equally satisfying. I had not held back when I caned him - hitting him just as hard as I would have in the formal school setting. His body plunged and he squealed with the unexpected level of pain. But, amazingly, he kept down! I had expected the eleven year old to leap up after the first stroke. But he kept his face pushed into the bed, and raised his vulnerable little bottom up for another stroke.
I made him wait for the next, though. And when I administered the cane to my naked preteen target, I did so just as hard, laying the lash skillfully, and hard, just below the first stripe. Gareth's reaction was the same, if not a little more pronounced. He wiggled his body for a few seconds, and then settled, raising his backside once again.
For the third time, I caned the lad, and this time he actually lifted his knees off the bed slightly as the stick bit deep into his tender young tail.
At school, three was the most I had ever given the boy, over his shorts and undies of course, so the preteen was already into unchartered territory of bottom pain. But the child slowly raised up his burning bottom again for my cane, sobbing with the agony of his thrashing, but ready for more.
The cane slashed across the eleven year old's naked hindquarters again, then again for the fifth time, and Gareth was howling with each vigorous stroke. I had had many bare bottom hidings as a little boy myself, but never as sound as the one I was giving this child. But, although he was squirming between lashes now and his toes were curled, he never once asked me to stop, or reduce the severity of the whipping. By the time I laid the sixth stroke across the lad's battered little bum, I could see that he was actually forcing his face into the bed, and gripping the bedclothes so hard that his knuckles were white - he was determined to endure this hiding.
"Three to go, boy," I reminded him, caressing his scrotum with the rounded, blunt tip of the cane, "Im enjoying myself, are you?"
"It's much worse than I expected!" Gareth sobbed, "But I've been a naughty boy, and I deserve every last lash!"
This was fantastic. The eleven year old was truly suffering, but at the same time loving it! Who would have thought that a little boy his age would actually love having his bare young bottom whipped this severely?
"Get your bottom right up, now!"
Gareth obeyed slowly, pressing his head further down, and raising his stripped behind up as high as he could, as I pushed the cane up between his legs to encourage him.
I lashed the preteen just above his legs, deep into that sensitive; sit down area of his poor bottom, getting a wail from the child as he rose up once again off his knees with my follow through. Again, I whipped him, in the same spot, and I could sense that Gareth was now really struggling to keep his compromising position. For the third time, I whipped him in that particularly sensitive part of his little tail, and this time the child actually screamed. But, amazingly, he kept in position, even although he must have known that his hiding was finally over.
I left the boy as he was, sobbing on his knees, and I bet wishing that I would allow him to rub his blazing little bottom. Stepping back, I admired my handiwork. Gareth bottom was certainly well whipped. The first six stripes could clearly be seen as they crossed evenly down his cheeks, working their way down the lower half of his buttocks. At the bottom, just above where the bum meets the legs, was a particularly nasty welt - where I had laid the final three scorching lashes of the child's hiding. The marks would turn to bruises, which would fade quickly, but that lowest welt would still be evident for weeks. At least Gareth was smart enough not to let anyone but me ever see his bare bottom.
I crossed over to a dresser and removed from the drawer a tube of anti-inflammatory cream, a much larger jar of KY jelly, and a dildo - about six inches long, shaped like a man's cock. Crossing back to the kneeling preteen, I gently rubbed the cream into his sore bottom. This would help him recover quickly, as well as lessening the healing time for the bruising.
It didn't take Gareth long to calm down, and soon he was pushing his little bum up for my attentions. I, of course, was really enjoying the sensation of rubbing his very hot young bottom, but it was time for some more real action,
"Shuffle forward, boy," I commanded, and Gareth obeyed, leaving me room to climb onto the bed behind him.
I put the cream down and picked up the tube of lube. Scooping a large dollop with my fingers, I carefully started coating the hot area between the lad's cheeks with the clear gel. I concentrated on the whole area, even spending time playing with the boy's hard little cock and tiny balls, before focusing my attention on my ultimate reward. His boy pussy. Placing my still lube-coated finger at his hole, I pushed firmly, and spoke softly,
"Relax, boy, let your master's finger in. Push out like you're going to shit."
Gareth obeyed immediately, and the tip of my finger slipped into him, the rest smoothly following. The boy whimpered slightly at the invasion. This was the point where Gareth would show if this was what he really wanted. Everything else we had done was great, but would the boy loose his nerve when penetrated, and the reality of what was about to happen to him set in? Despite being hornier than I could ever remember being, I was prepared to stop now if the pretty little lad asked me to. So I paused, but soon the eleven year old whispered,
"Deeper, please sir!" And pushed his arse up even further for me.
I slipped my finger in his hole right up to the knuckle. He was wonderfully firm against me, his body heat pulsing against my digit, as I slowly finger fucked the groaning child. What a scene. In my own bedroom, on my bed, naked with a kneeling, beautiful preteen boy, my finger deep up his well thrashed little bottom. Heaven.
I carefully stretched the boy's tight pussy, eventually getting a second finger in, also to the knuckle. I knew that Gareth found it uncomfortable, so I moved slowly, letting the boy get used to having his hole worked on. It took a while, but eventually I judged him ready. Besides, I was desperate to get my own throbbing cock up that little hole.
I got off the bed, walked around to the other side, and got up onto my knees in front of the boy, who still had his face pushed into the duvet. He had already learnt that he could only move on my command, and I hadn't given him permission to lift his head.
"Wet my cock nicely with your mouth, boy," I ordered, and Gareth lifted his face.
His cheeks were still red and wet from the crying that he had been doing while I was mercilessly whipping his little bottom with my cane, but he enthusiastically tongued my shaft, soaking it. He was a bright little lad, and had worked out that the wetter he made me, the easier the access into his pussy would be. I let him continue, enjoying, for the second time, the feel of the eleven year old's tongue on my cock. This time, because I had already had a blowjob, I wasn't so close to my climax.
I pulled away from the child's mouth, and crossed behind him. Kneeling on the bed, I straddled the boy's own widespread legs, and prepared to fuck my first boy. Gareth was understandably nervous, but excited, as I took hold of his slim hips, and he shuddered as he felt the tip of my rock hard dick touch his pussy. I slowly increased the pressure against his hole until the little boy's sphincter could no longer keep me out, and my cock head eased up his bottom, causing the preteen to cry out at the sharp pain of the invasion.
I stopped, giving him a few moments to get used to the head of my cock stretching his anus, then, slowly but steadily, I continued pushing my meat into the youngster's hole. Gareth whimpered a little as my rigid pole invaded his tight ass, but for me the feeling was fabulous. His pussy was hot and tight, pulsating against my hard cock, driving me on with waves of pure pleasure.
Again, I was grateful that the boy had given me a blowjob - otherwise I would have cum there and then. Despite his discomfort, the horny eleven-year-old continued to push his bum up for me, even slightly widening his knees to accommodate me fully. I let go of his slim hips, and grasped his shoulders, leaning over the child as, at last, my cock could go no further. At last. I was balls deep in the arse of a gorgeous preteen boy. This was what dreams were made of.
We stayed still for several minutes, me trying to come to terms with the amazing sensations that I was feeling, my cock throbbing in Gareth's tight hole. Gareth getting used to my dick firmly in place. Eventually, the boy gasped,
"Please sir, fuck me now. Don't just hold still. Go up and down. Please!"
Slowly, I withdrew - then just as slowly pushed my cock back down the boy's chute. Again, then again, picking up the rhythm. Gareth gasped with each plunge, as my pumping action got stronger and stronger, the muscles of his little ass contracting and squeezing my dick, making the sensation of fucking the eleven-year-old even better.
I released his one sweaty shoulder, reaching down and grasping his rigid little erection, wanking him in time to his fucking. I was soon vigorously slamming into him, thumping my cock as hard and deep as I could, while squeezing the child's balls and pulling on his dick. He grunted and groaned, a mixture of pain, but much more from pleasure, every now and begging,
"Harder sir! Make it hurt!"
"Fuck my little, caned bum sir! Harder! Please!"
I obliged, unable to stop even if I had wanted to.
It was Gareth whose orgasm started first. His ass muscles tightened around my cock, and my own explosion was uncontrollable. As the preteen was gasping with pleasure, I shot what felt like liters of cum up his chute, crushing his balls with my hand, grunting as the pleasure took me away. The two of us yelled with pleasure at the same time - his high voice, slightly tempered with a yelp of pain as his balls were tortured, my deep gasps.
We stayed as we were for a minute or two, breathing heavily. My cock buried up the eleven-year-old's slick, tight arsehole. Then I reached over Gareth's head to where I had left the dildo_. Careful to do this without making a mess, I withdrew my cock, the head leaving his pussy with an audible pop. As soon as my cock was free, I jammed the dildo in to replace it.
Gareth gasped with the force of the invasion - I hadn't been gentle, and the dildo had been dry. The only lube had been my cum now trapped up there. It must have been doubly painful after I had almost fucked the little boy raw. Then I got up and walked around the bed, once again climbing up and kneeling before my preteen sex slave,
"Clean me up, boy,"
Gareth didn't need to be told how to do his job again. With obvious relish, he licked my cock clean, his tongue almost bringing me to a full erection again. Leaving the boy as he was, I got up and admired the sight of the naked child. Kneeling, submissive, bottom still up and ready to be used. The stripes from my cane stood up clearly across the boys pale cheeks, and the end of the dildo stuck out from his stretched little hole. The insides of his legs were slightly damp from where some of my cum had escaped before I had managed to insert the dildo.
"Get up," I ordered, and as the preteen started to move, I added, "slowly, boy. Keep that dildo in your bottom."
His hand moved to his behind, to make sure that the dildo stayed put, but I wasnt having any of that,
"No. Grip it with your bum muscles."
Clenching for all that he was worth, Gareth stood before me. Amazingly, his cock was still not soft! As I watched it slowly grew. Taking the eleven year old once again by his rigid little handle, I led him to my en suite bathroom. I turned on the shower, stepped under the warm water, and pulled the boy in with me,
"Wash me, slave."
Gareth looked around, still clenching, and found the soap. Carefully, he washed my body - I leant down so that he could reach my shoulders. Then I took the soap from him, and started soaping the boy down. His little body felt wonderful in my hands, and I paid special attention to his well beaten little bottom. The boy sighed as I gently rubbed his tender battered behind.
Gareth obeyed immediately, grasping his ankles and raising his bottom. Just as he would have if I had ordered him to bend over for my cane in my office at school. Gently, I eased the dildo out of his hole, letting my cum run down his legs. I soaped his tender little hole, while the boy groaned with a combination of pain and pleasure. When we had finished, I toweled the little boy off, then, still naked, we went back downstairs, just in time to watch a ball game on the TV.
Gareth again surprised me by taking the tube of KY with him.
We sat together on the sofa, and it didn't take Gareth long to get bored with the game. I wrapped an arm around his slender body, and then reached down, gently fondly his little cock and balls while watching the TV. I wasn't surprised by now to feel his dick slowly harden under my manipulations.
It didn't take the eleven year old long to tentatively reach over with his hand and start holding my cock. Every now and again, he would gently hold my balls in his hand, obviously fascinated with their size and weight. Despite already cumming twice, I felt my cock hardening.
After a little while, Gareth shifted his position, getting onto his knees on the sofa, closely investigating my cock and balls - leaning over me to get a close look.
I gently stroked the boy's slim back, and it wasn't long before I had the delightful sensation of his wet, warm tongue carefully licking my, by now, rock hard shaft. I let my hand rub down the child's back, then cupped his small buttocks in my hand, squeezing gently. The welts from the cane had gone down a little, but were still very much in evidence. The child whimpered slightly as I pressed down on the double welt right in his bottom crease - obviously the hiding was still hurting. Later on I'd take my belt to his little bottom, and then give him another sound thrashing with the cane. But not yet.
I let my finger slip between his cheeks into his warm crack. Sensing my intentions, Gareth spread his legs slightly and raised his bottom. Although I was determined to be hard on the boy, I quickly coated my finger with the KY, then continued rubbing it up and down the preteen's crack, cruelly teasing his slightly puffy boy pussy.
"Put your finger in!" the boy gasped, lifting his mouth momentarily from the gentle licking of my cock.
I lifted my hand and slapped it hard on one little bottom cheek, then the other,
"Don't you dare tell me what to do, boy! Where are your manners? Do you need another hiding?"
"Sorry sir," The boy was downcast, "my bottom's still sore from the cane, but if you think I deserve to be punished, I must be. Shall I fetch the cane?"
"Go upstairs and fetch a belt from my wardrobe. I'll take mercy on you for now, but bring the cane down anyway."
Gareth trotted out of the room and up the stairs, and I waited, amazed that the small boy was so willing to take pain and punishment, and, after I had already cum twice, my cock was once again rock hard! Theres something to be said for the vigor of youth - it was certainly rubbing off on me!
It wasn't long before the naked preteen reappeared, looking slightly apprehensive this time. In one hand he held the cane that I had so enjoyed thrashing him with earlier, and in the other, a leather belt.
I noted that he had ignored my smart, thinner belts, and instead chosen the heavy, wide and thick dark stained belt that I usually used for my jeans. It would be, without doubt, the most painful belt that he could have selected for his own bare bottom, and reinforced the boys love bending over for sound hidings. I stood,
"Put the cane on the table," Gareth did as he was told, "come here."
I took the strap from the child, then marched him around the back of one of the armchairs.
"Bend over," I helped him as he bent over the back of the chair by pushing down on his shoulder, but I didn't need to give the eleven year old any further instructions.
He pushed his head down as far as he could between his arms, and widened his legs as far apart as his hips would allow. This put him in a beautiful position - is pretty little bottom completely open and exposed to me at the apex of the triangle formed by his naked body. I gently ran my finger across the stripes from the cane, getting a faint gasp from the boy as I pressed on one of the more painful looking welts that swelled from his lower bottom. Then I rubbed my finger firmly up and down his exposed hole, before slowly easing it in right to the knuckle, to the grunts of pleasure from the submissive boy. Then I pushed my hands between his legs, lifting him slightly. I wasnt surprised to feel the hardness of his little cock once again.
Stepping back, I hefted the belt in my hand - holding the buckle securely in his hand. I chose not to double over the leather, and swung it with full strength across the boy's upraised little bottom. It landed with a wonderful, loud crack. Gareth squealed as the leather bit into his spread cheeks, but kept his backside up. Again I lashed him, the belt wrapping perfectly across his round little buttocks. I repeated the operation six more times, giving the boy eight lashes in total with the strap, then ordered him up.
"That will teach you to your manners," I scolded the crying boy once I was seated, and he stood before me, hands on head - desperate to rub his blazing backside. His cock was still rock solid, despite his obvious distress. I reached forward and gave it a squeeze.
"Please may I sit on your lap, sir?" he sobbed.
"Of course you may," I softened
Again, to my surprise, the child reached for the KY, and gently applied some to my throbbing cock. Then, slowly, he sat on my lap, lowering himself onto my pole. I held his shoulders to help him do it slowly, but before long his red and sore little bum cheeks were resting on my pubes, my dick buried deep into the child's boy pussy.
The feeling of the little boy sitting on my cock was, of course, wonderful. We sat like that, and continued watching the game. But it didn't take long for Gareth to start moving slowly on my rigid dick.
At first, he ground his little buttocks around my groin, and then, slowly started moving up and down up and down. I had already cum twice, but that seemed to make little difference. The pressure of my throbbing penis start to grow. Gareth leant back against my chest, gently moving his hips up and down. I wrapped my arms around the slender boy, then reached down and took a small buttock each hand. I helped the horny pre-teen move his boy pussy to stimulate my dick.
Even although I had fucked him good and hard in my bed, Gareth's little hole was still amazingly tight. His ass muscles squeezed and manipulated my dick, and it didn't take me long to want to really fuck him properly once again.
None to gently, I pulled the boy off me, and threw him on the floor, on his back. I knelt between his legs, grabbed his ankles and pushed them up towards his shoulders. I didn't need to tell him what to do. He snatched at his ankles with his hands pulling them upwards and outwards exposing his already raw and puffy boy pussy for me. This horny little pre-teen was amazing. The child's little bum was black and blue from his thrashings, his ring was certainly well fucked, by none of this seemed to slow him down. He just wanted more, and I was more than happy to shag him senseless. And this was just the beginning of our weekend together!
Brutally, I plunged my dick into the waiting hole, ignoring Gareth's squeal of pain. But when I look down at the boy's face, his eyes were scrunched shut in a mixture of discomfort and pleasure. I fucked him as hard as I could, withdrawing and thrusting in and out, using my superior weight and strength to truly rape for hot little boy pussy presented to me. I fucked the pre-teen remorselessly, pounding him for at least 15 minutes until I came explosively for the second time up his tight little arse hole. The two of us were exhausted by the time I was finished with him, and I lay on top of him, my cock softening slowly in his hole.
I withdrew my cock, and it popped out of Gareth's rectum. As I sat back, the preteen, remembering his job, slowly rolled over onto his knees, turned around, and carefully licked and sucked my cock clean. Then I sent him upstairs to shower again. I had already decided that I wanted my little boy pussy always clean and ready for me.
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