I was having a chat with thirteen year old Preston while i fucked him in the ass with a large unpeeled banana. He was such a good boy. A lonely boy, I have no doubt, because he clung to me in spite of the abuse I heaped upon him. I had just finished giving him a really rough assfuck. His young recently dropped nuts were swollen from the beating I had administered, and while I fucked his little rectum, from time to time, I slapped his scrotum, just to keep him alert. I like to fuck for a long time, resting in between to twist and pull at a boy's nipples, or to spit in his face, or do other various activities. I sometimes stretch a fuck out to an hour or more. And so the boy, especially if he is fourteen or younger becomes pretty worn out. I love that completely fucked-up ragged look they get, their ass lining fucked raw, their body with great red blotches from the slaps and punches I deliver, their eyes glazed and often rolling up in their sockets, their sweet pink angelic mouths open gulping for air, snot and spit and drool bubbling up from their lips. I feel somehow unsatisfied if I cum and I have not fucked a boy hard enough. I love to hear my big balls slapping his skin, and I love to grind my big dick deep into his little boy guts. I have known boys who have not been able to walk for a couple of days after a fuck of mine. Not, Preston of course. He was a pro by now. I had been fucking him for some time, from way back when he was only twelve. That was when I seduced him and realized what a needy little bitch he was. Now he had turned thirteen and he virtually lived for my attentions and my love. My slightest frown of displeasure would set him off crying. He was terrified of me dumping him.
As I siad, I was now fucking his recently raped red asshole with a banana. After a few strokes deep into his guts, I would pull the banana out, coated with his ass slime and my recently deposited sperm, and make him lick it off. How low can you take a cute innocent thirteen year old boy? That was my challenge. That was always my challenge with boys and young men of all ages...how low could I bring them. How much disgusting perverted action could I visit upon them and get them to commit for me and the name of love? Young Preston threw his head from side to side, as I slid the banana back up his boypussy. His flat little tummy fluttered and his boyish chest heaved. I saw a tiny trickle of pre-fuck dribble out of the pisshole of his pink thirteen year old dick. I reached down and scooped it up and fed it to him. Part of my goal was to keep him constantly in a total world of FUCK. No relief ever from the needs of boy lust. I reached down and flicked his pouty nipples. He groaned and another spurt of pre-fuck bubbled from his teenage pisshole. His body writhed beneath me.
"You haven't been shooting your load at home have you?" I asked, a stern sound to my voice. Even a harsh word from me could cause him to cry, so fucked up had this boy become.
"No Sir. Honest. Not since that night I told you about when I came in my sleep from rubbing against the sheet." That had been three weeks ago. So, if he was telling the truth, he had not cum in three weeks. Pure agony for a thirteen year old bitch.
"And now you sleep on your back, bare assed with no sheets or covers, correct?" I flicked his nipples some more, and then reached down to pinch his wet dick head. He groaned again.
"Ye Sir, but I need to cum so badly. Please let me cum, Sir. You said if I was a good boy, I could cum. It's driving me nuts." It was too I could tell.
"You'll cum when I tell you to, and not a second before, or I will throw you out on your ass. Little boys need to develop self-discipline." I rubbed his pisshole, and a high squeal came from his lips. His beautiful tan thirteen year old boy legs twisted and his toes curled.
"I am so afraid I can't control it, Sir. I don't mean to cum, but I am afraid I can't hold back. Not when it rubs on my pants and stuff." I had this kid walking around with an aching hard on most of the day. It must be hell for him.
"When I think you deserve it, I will let you cum. Now be a good boy." I let him lick his pre-fuck off my fingers. " I want you to think about me fucking you, all the time."
"I do, Sir. I can't hardly think about nothing else!"
"You want to be my boy and stay with me forever, don't you?" I twisted his fine brown titties. The banana up his ass moved by itself, due to the constriction of his rectum.
"Oh, God, yes, Sir. I can't wait to runaway from home and come live with you. I can't stand home, and I can't stand school."
"Well, once I know you are really committed to being my boy. Once you prove yourself to me, then I will take you to live with me."
His eyes filled with tears. "Don't I do everything you say, no matter what? I even let you hurt me to prove how much I love you." Little boy love. It is so innocent and so complete and so misguided.
"Yes Preston, but I have feelings too. What if I give you all my love and take you to live with me, and you turn out to be a fucking little slut who cheats on me or worse yet, grows older and leaves me? You can fill a thirteen year old's head with all kinds of shit.
"I would never do that. You know how much I love you. Don't I let you shove all kinds of things up my ass and everything. Don't I drink your pee?"
I shook my head. "Preston, you are still so young. Those are just little boy sex games. If you want to have a real relationship with me, you have to really prove yourself to me." I squeezed his sore swollen scrotum and he squeezed his eyes shut in pain. His naked smooth body arched up beneath me. I am going to give you a series of tests to pass to prove your love. If you pass all the tests, I will take you away with me. We will live together, and I will take care of you. But if you fail the tests, then I will know you are not mature or committed enough to be my lover. Okay" His lips were glazed with sperm from my dick, hiss ass and the banana. How much ruin could a boy of thirteen take?
"I'll do anything you want..." When he spoke, strings of my cum hung from his upper lip to his lower.
"That's my good boy. That's what I want to hear. Now, for your first test. I want you to suck one hundred dicks."
His mouth formed a shocked 0 breaking the strings of cum. His eyes grew wide. "Are you serious, Sir?" I nodded. "But why? I only want to suck yours. I only want to make love to you."
"I want you to sample other fucktools so that you are certain you want mine. You have never tasted another dick. It would not be fair of me. I want you to be able to judge for yourself and choose me willingly."
I thought he would cry again. "But I do want you. I don't care about other dicks. I only want to suck you!" Imagine getting a sweet little thirteen year old angel to protest how much he wanted to suck your dick. IT WAS SO FUCKING DIRTY I THREW ANOTHER BONER.
"Baby," I scooped more fuckslop off his young pink prickhead and wiped it on his lips. "You just said you would do anything for me. I want you to suck a hundred dicks."
Tears ran down his cheeks. " I will, I will do anything for you. But can't it be with you? i don't care what you do to me, but must it be with other guys?"
"That is part of the test. You need to prove to me that you can handle mature situations."
"But a hundred...that is impossible.
I ruffled his hair and then wiggled his cute little nose. "No my little cock slut, it is quite possible. Not only that, you are going to suck one hundred dicks in five days."
His young mouth hung open in disbelief. More drool dripped from his chin. "But I can't do that. I'll get sick."
"No you won't. You need to trust me. This is a test of trust too. I know what is best for you and how much you can take."
He scrunched up his face in agony and his little nose wrinkled. " I don't...I can't...I want to do what you want me to, but...."
"You can do this for me, Preston. If you really love me. You can pass this test, and the other tests too. Then I will help you run away and let you come live with me."
It was so fucking hot watching how disturbed he was. My fat fucker started to leak again, so I knelt up and rubbed my dickhead on his cheeks and mouth. He automatically began to lick at it.
"But where can I find a hundred. I mean even if I could try to do it for you, where would I find a hundred..."
"A hundred dicks, all shapes and sizes from all kinds of men? No need to worry, my love. I am going to help you. I've contacted hundreds of gay men from the internet and from bars in town. I'm going to drive you to toilets where dudes meet for sex and to park where guys fuck. I am going to help you find all the cock you need." I was going to turn this thirteen year old boy into a fucking cockfreak. "Don't worry, Preston, I'll be there for you all the time. I'll help you and protect you. It won't be so bad, just wait and see." I pictured in my mind big black dicks going into his mouth and throat. Fat dirty uncut dicks with smegma dripping out from around the head. Old man cock, wrinkled and smelly. Latino dick, and unwashed derelict fuckmeat. A thirteen year old boy, sucking all of that. And this was just the beginning of course. Little did he know that from now on, this would be his weekly routine. I was going to make little Preston into a mindless fuck animal.
"Preston, my ass got all sweaty from fucking you before, I need you to suck it for me." Before he could protest anymore about his new cocksucking test, I lowered my ass onto his sweet teenage face and felt him lapping at my asshole. Imaging having your own thirteen year old boy who will eat your ass out every day. I knew I was damned lucky. After twenty minutes I rose up off his ass.
"Let's go to the mall, Preston. I need to buy some stuff." He hopped up.
"I'll go shower."
"Naw, baby, go like you are, with your face all coated with dried sperm and spit and ass slop. I think you are really cute that way." He frowned and hung his head.
"Hey, little boy, no pouting! Where's my good little boy?" He slouched over to his jeans and picked them up.
"No wait, stud. You won't be wearing those to the mall. I've got some really cool clothes for you to wear!" YEAH RIGHT.
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